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You watched in amusement as your captain was being suffocated by Rangiku's boobs. You went up to the busty girl and placed a hand on her shoulder, deciding to end the fun. "He's going to die if you keep stuffing his face in your boobs, Rangiku." You mentioned. She moved Toshiro back, making his head pop out from her big bust and you laughed as you saw the swirls in his eyes. You quickly took Toshiro from Rangiku and placed him on the sofa. "I didn't mean to...He was just being too cute..." She muttered feeling guilty. Your eyes flickered towards Toshiro's unconcious figure as you sat down on the sofa, next to him and chuckled. "Don't wor

A lone lamplight shone in the room, the gentle tapping of fingers on a keyboard was accompanied by the wall-clock that ticked away the time until the submission of some documents that had been pushed away for a later date. A sigh resounded followed by a low groan of weariness as the owner stretched, the tapping stopping for a while. A tired, overworked (name) stared at the screen in front of her. Sometimes she wondered if her boss gave her more work than the rest of her team or if the words were just fusing together- her head tipped forward and she promptly jerked awake, her (e/c) eyes bleary with unshed tears. Glancing painfully at the cloc

Note: Might be a trigger warning for experiencing or going through an attack. Reader is a bit shy, I think.   (Name) was known for being a calm, collected giantess. Her height towered most females and males alike. Also, because of her silence, some found her intimidating.   Truth be told, she just had bad socializing skills. It was due to her being frightened at the idea of hurting people physically or verbally. She already had tons of cases of those, so she decided to follow the Golden Rule as a way of breaking out of her shell.   The female students understood her very well, which made them to take care of the precious cinnamon bun. A

Awkward Affection; Lately, [Name] noted, Edward was acting rather strange around her. He was not his usual self; annoying, stubborn, short-tempered and tiny like an ant. Surprisingly, she swore he even grew a tiny inch, but that is probably false since he never drank his milk. Anyway, he was trying to, how should I put it: pretentious. He was normal but as soon as the [h/c] entered his sight, he would began trembling, sweating, and rambling out the most strangest things a short-person like him could utter. Let me demonstrate with an example. To celebrate the occasion of Mustang's head being shaved bald, his subordinates, with an addition

            Ciel walks into his office where an expected but unwanted guest is waiting for him a smug smile upon his lips, “Well, what does the Queen want?” he questions the man curtly not bothering with pleasantries. “The Queen wants to know how your plan is progressing. She is quite eager to hear what you have found out about the (Last name) family’s business,” the man answers with a glare though keeping his voice even. “I’m still investigating the matter; the (Last name) family is good at keeping things from others. In order to gain their trust and get closer to the family I have engaged myself

I sighed, looking at the tall brown door that stood in front of me. "Moore Detective Agency," the sign on the door read. I pushed the doorbell and listened to the ringing from behind the wall. She probably wouldn't remember me, and it amazed me how my mother had pushed me so hard to come visit her. I hadn't seen her since I left during the summer between seventh and eighth grade, and we were only thirteen. Now we were seventeen, and I hadn't spoken to her in years. The door opened, but I didn't see anyone immediately until I looked down and saw a small boy, probably seven, in a little blue suit with a red tie and big glasses. He looked up at

Jack’s P.O.V.        Jack flew over the frozen tundra, whooping and hollering. He sent blasts of snow flying from his staff as he flipped through the air. Just as he passed over a ridge, he saw a small figure crouching down. He flew a bit lower and saw that it was a girl, her (h/l) (h/c) hair glinting in the fading sun. She had on a thick (f/c) jacket with matching hat and gloves and snowpants, but she looked freezing cold. Her eyes were shut tight and her cheeks were bright red from the cold. Jack approached her, then with more urgency as he realized that a massive snowstorm was coming, courtesy of him.   &

Watch MeGallery         Commisions! Listen Warning(s): None Title: Tell Me the Story Pairing: 9!Doctor x Child!Reader Fandom: Doctor Who Word Count: 1,016    "(Y/N)! It's time for you to go to sleep! You can't stay up any longer!" The Doctor said, standing in the doorway that leads to your bedroom. It was a simple bedroom, a bed, toys, stuff that a child needed. The Doctor had made it that way when he knew that you were going to be staying a bit longer than a few days.    The Doctor had found you on a dying planet, crying as you hide in a bush. After a few hours of him trying to talk to you and you staying quiet, you finally opened up t

Barely getting into the door from a hunt, you were practically (but not really) thrown onto Sam’s bed at the motel you were staying at. Three red and bloody gashes made their way onto your lower back, after you acted as bait for some demon the three of you were hunting. Dean and Sam felt guilty for letting you get hurt, but you said that you didn’t care, as long as they patched you up as soon as the three of you got back. Anyways, it’s not like you would die from the wounds. So, patching you up is exactly what they did. Well, Sam did, anyway. While Sam broke out the first aid kit and started dabbing at the wound with anti

  Author's Note: Not really alternate universe, but it is a bit in the sense that Fred doesn't die and he gets married to Angelina.  c: George’s eyes widened in surprise as the __h/c__-haired girl walked past him. She was gorgeous.   She turned her head slightly and he waved at her, frowning when she didn’t smile or wave back.   Fine then. He didn’t know her, why would she wave back at a stranger who probably looked like a complete lunatic? George shrugged it off, resuming his walk to Fred and Angelina’s house.   ------------- “So you’re telling me that you’re in love with a girl that you only saw

Rin Matsuoka x Reader “Goddamit Nitori, why do i have to watch this stupid race?” The way you asked this question made you sound like the most spoiled child in the world. Your cousin was dragging you to the lower seats of the stadium, the ones closest to the pool. You could see swimmers, from all the teams competing, getting ready to win. Too bad only one could do it. It would be ridiculous if they all did. You were truly an incredibly competitive person. You just wouldn’t accept defeat. You were the best student in your class, the one always getting 100/100 in tests. You played tennis, participated in dancing classes

     What should have been snow​,​ was really ash and dust from debris floating in the soft wind. It was bizarre to think that just this morning was a warm and sunny day. It now felt as if it was below twenty degrees. Buildings were now just pathetic piles of rubble and people were nowhere in sight. The only sound was the whistling wind and the soft patter of tiny footsteps along the ruined cobble roads. ~ ~ ~     Earlier that day, that terribly fated day that was just like five years ago, humanity’s greatest enemy attacked yet again. Barging into the wall as if it was made of paper, beast entered the cities, raging about

You yawned loudly, stretching from your desk chair as you stood up, continuing to stretch. You sighed, looking out the window as you combed your fingers into your [ h/c ] hair. Finally looking somewhere else, you heard somebody enter your office and the clicking of somebody's footsteps. You turned and looked at the person, looking at your young secretary Mina. "Ms. [ l/n ], Its already this late. Maybe you should go home soon." "I was planning onto. Thank you for your concern." "Your welcome." And with that, she left your office. You started to gather your things, slinging your bag on your right shoulder as you made your way to the elevat

You weren't born on Berk, absoletely not. You were born as a daughter of simple merchant and a healer. Until Alvin killed your parents, left alone, you had nowhere to go and no one to take care of you. Well, that was before a dragon found you. A Sand Wraith. It took you on Berk and took care of you. But then, when you were ten, vikings found you when your dragon, (d/n) wasn't with you. They took you to their village and then the nightmare begun. You didn't want to fight with dragons, you wanted to be friends with them, just as you were with (d/n) but no one wanted to listen to you. You worked with Gobber and Hiccup, but in the same time you w

You were happy the mission was over; it was long and arduous and a lot more painful than you were willing to admit. A strange pain pierced through your shoulder, and you grit your teeth against it. It wasn’t anything serious, you were sure of it. “(Name).” At least, that’s what you thought. “Glad to see you made it back in one piece, Vizh.” You grinned up at the android you’d somehow fallen in love with, though he didn’t reciprocate your happiness. “Are you alright?” He dodged your comment, stepping closer with a calculating stare. Literally, calculating; you could see his irises

You smiled sleepily when you woke up in your bed, still wrapped in a certain someone’s warm arms. You looked at your clock and sighed when you saw that there was less than thirty minutes until your shift started in the Med Bay. You felt the person holding you stir and heard him yawn, squeezing his arms around your waist a bit tighter for a moment.   “Доброе утро,” (Good morning), said the sleepy voice. You chuckled and turned over so that you were facing him. “Pavel, English, and good morning to you too,” you said softly, leaning up to press a quick kis

  Y/n looked down at the forty-foot drop below her. This was not how she wanted to spend her evening. She had never been a good at climbing trees and yet here she was, at the very top of the tallest tree on the extensive lot of Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Y/n had moved into the school a few mouths ago. There weren’t that many students there yet, it was still starting up, but she loved all of the friends she had made. Y/n had immediately hit it off with Charles. He was witty and handsome and charming. What more could a girl ask for? She was pretty tight with Erik too. It surprising actually, he wasn’t exactly a

Amaimon never seemed to care about what you had to say. Not even when it was something important (hey, the fact that you leveled up your favorite pokemon in your pokemon game is important!). He always seemed to shut you up in the most strangest ways though. Sometimes he would stuff a pillow into your face and walk away, or say something out of the blue, and while you stood there confused, he'd take his leave.  But the most common way the lollipop-addicted boy saved his poor ears from being brutally talked off was taking the lollipop he had been sucking on, and shoving it into your mouth while it was open. Most people might find th

Haytham x Reader: Nobody can... You lay in bed silently, hearing Haytham stripping himself of his clothing, you kept you back turned, having never been the type to stare. The bed sheets were wonderfully soft and enriched with the familiar sent of fresh linen that you so loved. You listened carefully, knowing that Haytham was probably folding his clothes perfectly, then placing them neatly on the chair near the wardrobe, before slipping gracefully into some nightclothes. Your (e/c) eyes flicked from the pillow to the door, which was naturally shut. You sighed quietly, nudging your head deeper into the unimaginable fluffy pillow, you thought

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecztMsSk3Ig&spfreload=10 Please listen while you read!) Darkness closes in on you. You see it. It washes about you, pulling you further in until you breathe nothing but this darkness. Your heart pounds your ribs, pounding, pounding, pounding. Every vein throbs. Every muscle tenses. Droplets of sweat roll down the contours of your face. All energy is drained from you, yet you fight to break free from this torment. You feel as though everything inside you dances on the edge of bursting. What if this never stops? What if this never leaves me? I’m losing it. I’m losing it... Sweaty fingers clu

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjKnOAeKBQo Please listen while you read!) It was playing again, that same melancholy tune. Though despite the sorrowful aura, the melody still floated into your room, into your head, carrying you into a state of peace. For the past few nights in a row, Aoba played this song on repeat. He played it over and over until he too flew away into the land of his dreams. Strangely enough, it calmed you when you were so used to tossing and turning, heart pounding, forehead sweating, your body battling over what extreme temperature it wanted to be. Until you heard that song. He told you that he once heard it on the

The first year of college was terrifying. It was a time of complete change. You couldn’t rely on your parents anymore, and you had more responsibility than you knew what to do with. Luckily you had made a lot of quality friends that helped you through it all. On your first day you met a girl named Honey Lemon who showed you around and told you everything about SFIT. For a long time you were afraid to talk to her because she had her own group of friends, but her forceful enthusiasm gradually broke down your walls until you were eagerly going over to her station to talk and ask for help. Gradually you also got to know the rest of her frie

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmMbDUh7Ra4 Please listen while you read!) Listen... Can you feel the rhythm? Can you sense the notes melding together? This is music, my darling. Listen... He presses his forehead to hers, the tips of their noses caressing each other. Golden locks lightly brush against her skin and sends shivers down her spine. The wind cools heated skin, and the song of the birds echo along its delicate contours. Slow, deep breath warms her lips as he cradles her head between his hands. Eyes, greener than the purest and rarest of emeralds... She loses herself in those hypnotizing orbs, their vibrant, dazzling hues co

Oliver Queen watched you with concern in his eyes as you quietly walked into the office.  You were limping ever so slightly as you went over to yours and Felicity’s shared desk, an almost invisible wince on your pale face as you sat.  But other than that nothing appeared to be wrong with you as you went about typing up reports and sorting though papers as you waited for Felicity to arrive. Oliver stared at you the whole time and when you looked over at him he offered you a quick smile to cover up his staring and then returned to his own work. You blinked a few times and then shrugged, welcoming Felicity as she came rushing into the off

“Nng, Kogami, not too hard.” “Hm? What are you talking about?” “Don’t bite so hard.” His chuckle feathers against your neck in hot breaths. The rims of his lips skim lightly over your skin, enough to send shivers down your spine. “Liar,” he murmurs, taking a tender piece of your skin between his teeth and sinking down hard. “You like it this way.” You press your lips together into a thin line, attempting to conceal the noises of pleasure threatening to escape your throat. “Yeah, but someone will probably be asking about the bruises if you aren’t careful,”

   The appearance of the wizard and his prentice seemed to brought a relief to the company during the goblin mishap. Well, it brought relief to most of the company. Thorin Oakenshield only appreciated the return of the wizard, rather than the wizard's Elven apprentice. She may have grew in Dwarven culture but she's still an Elf.   "Absolute nonsense! Why do you insist on (Name) not continuing in this journey? It's her home as much as it yours. She still acknowledges you as her king despite of your attitude towards her" Gandalf sighed, obviously exasperated with this talk about his prentice with the Dwarven leader. It somewhat amused him bec

Bruce Wayne and his ward, Dick Grayson, were both in the training room sparring. Being the dynamitic duo called for many hours of rigorous training seasons like this. Usually they were joined by Bruce's other ward, (Name), but she was absent from the mansion this morning when Dick had gone to get her. Bruce took a step back and grabbed the towel that had been placed on the bench earlier. "You did well today Dick." "Thanks." Dick picked up his water bottle and took a long drink from it. He placed it back down and wiped the extra water off his lips with the back of his hand. "Too bad (Name) couldn't join us today. We could have beaten you tog

// Author's Note: so i started watching The Flash last week bc i got really sick and i couldn't really go to school and i loved it!! i still have like 4 episodes left so i haven't seen the finale yet but i'm going to write this now before i forget! this has no spoilers for later episodes, only really focuses around the pilot and about up until the crossover with Arrow? enjoy!! // //this will also be a multiple part thing// It was a normal day for you. Wake up, go to work, go back home, watch Netflix, go to sleep, and repeat. Or...so you thought. You were currently in your office (you worked for a big fancy company, idk man just make this u

Watch MeGallery Commisions! Listen Warning(s): Just a short drabble. Title: Watching Stars Pairing: Mabel Pines x Reader Fandom: Gravity Falls Word Count: 909    Sitting outside on the cool grass, you looked up at the stars. They were shining beautifully. You had decided to stay outside in the cold air since it was a nice night. It was very quiet outside, the only few sounds that could be heard were the insects. The crickets were chirping softly, creating a calming atmosphere outside. Everything had been so stressful lately that this was a rare experience. Bill had been causing a ton of stress within the Mystery Shack. You couldn't rem

"Alright, I'm done." Licking the batter off of the wooden spoon in her hands, (Y/N) grins at the marvelous mix of batter sitting in a bowl ready to be poured into a pan and put into the oven. This was just one of her many accomplishments. Putting the cake into the oven she wipes the sweat from her forehead with her arm, and turns to the counter where her mother was happily taking in customers on this oddly busy day. Often, Gotham wasn't one for cheery cake shops, but here they were making a living. It was an amazement that they hadn't been robbed yet, or destroyed by a mob, gang, any of the like really. Knowing Gotham, their store should ha

The sun was shining and the sky had a beautiful and deep blue tone. The air was fresh and it brought an oceanic essence that made the straw-hat crew relax in that spring day. Robin and Nami were reading; Zoro was sleeping; Franky was probably checking the ship; Sanji was making the food; Luffy, Ussop and Chopper were goofing around. (Name) was standing in the deck with her elbows on the rail. She was facing the sea with a precious book in her hands. It was an album, filled with photos of her and the people of her island. It was a gift they made to her when she left. Each photo was a sweet and cherished memory of her. Specially the one she w

Narrator When [y/n] was eleven, she and her family (mother, father, younger sister and older brother) got into a horrible car accident. The car would have went over the bridge if it weren't for the brave citizens that helped to stop it rolling. From that day on, [y/n] always hated semi trucks and their drivers. The rest of her family died that day...but she was sitting in the middle of the backseat and received eyes full of glass shards from the windshield, blinding her for life. Ever since then, she has trained her other senses to become stronger than ever before. Present, Reader You live alone in New York City, ever since you left the f

You were working in the Jurassic Park for years. You were the expert when it comes to the prehistoric predators, so you had a lot of work. Mostly with T-Rex and smaller ones. Though you have never worked with velociraptors. Why? Because they had their own trainer, cheeky, handsome, funny and smart Owen Grady. Though, God he was annoying. Now Claire got the idea of adding utahraptors to the Raptor Squad. It was the dumbest idea she has ever had, and you told her that, that’s why now you had to drive to Owen to persuade him to give Claire his second opinion about this plan. You found him outside his bunglow and you took a deep breath. You