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Worst Time to Propose - Deadpool x Reader
~~~Deadpool's Note: The author Cassy...I am sorry to say that she has died. She slipped an fell on a banana peel as she choked on- Ack!
Author's Note: IDIOT! I am not dead. Stop breaking the fourth wall! *kicks him out*
Anyway...Been missing writing for Deadpool...not to mention my bestie has been bugging me for it. Just kidding. I was more than happy to write this for her. Thanks babe <3~~~~
There was no way out. He had finally trapped you where you were most vulnerable. "Wade, get out of the way!"
Wade trapped you between the wall and was smirking...at least you assumed he was considering he was wearing a mask. He leaned over your form as if he had all the time in the world. "Nuh-uh. You haven't responded to my question yet"
This could not be happening. He had to be more moronic than usual. No way could he be so blind to the gunfire and mutants screaming all around him! "Goddammit, Wade! Now is not the time for jokes!" A bullet grazed Wade's shoulder to which he paid
Always - Deadpool X Reader
"Why am I so--"
"--sick??" You cough and hack, doubling over in pain as the movements cause your insides to ache. Causing your eyes to water.
"I called him," sniffle, "explaining," sniffle, "that I was in extreme danger." You spoke to no one but your stuffed bear. "Where are you when I actually need y--"
"OH MY GOD!!" You scram at the sound of the door being demolished by gunshots and a katana, then a familiar huge red boot kicking it down, "I'm coming! Hold on, babe!" The mercenary stomped down the door with a third and final kick. "What the hell? Why did you just destroy my door?" You ask once the door falls, barely registering the fact that he was actually, physically, really in front of you.
"What happened? Where's the danger?" He questions, looking around while hugging your face and squishing your cheeks.
"The only danger," sniffle, cough cough, "here is my throat and lungs and nose and every muscle in my body."
He steps away from you qu
Cheater!England x Reader - Accepting His DecisionThe house was empty of your belongings now. It was almost as if the only person who lived in it was him.
Arthur Kirkland: Childhood friend and lover. Soon to be ex-lover.
No. You still loved him. It was he who had stopped loving you. But in the end, you forgave him, although he wasn't aware of it.
He thought you didn't know of his little affair. She was a lovely woman: Shoulder-length golden hair, beautiful cerulean eyes, smooth, spotless skin. An amazing personality, and a perfectly curved figure.
Amelia F. Jones.
She was your husband's co-worker at first. They'd seemed like the best of friends those two. And, truthfully, they'd gotten along more than you and Arthur had after the marriage. Oddly enough though, pictures of himself and Amelia had begun to pop up randomly around the house.
At the park, at the fair, at a restaurant—it'd seemed normal at first. Two friends hanging out, taking pictures as memories.
One day though, Arthur had gone out and forgotten his
Lemon tea and bourbon biscuits: Chat Noir X Reader
I fell in love with this dude the first time I saw him, even though I don't what this Miraculous Ladybug or whatever. I swear to god every fictional crush I have they all have OTP's n shit. When will this suffering ever end...
The cold Parisian air nipped at your skin, making you tug your coat tighter around you.
Placing the basket on the ground, you unfolded the blanket and laid it flat on the concrete building. Setting up two cups with lemon tea bags inside, you grabbed the thermos and poured your cup with hot water. Getting one more item in the basket was a container full of bourbon biscuits stuffed with chocolate cream. Taking a tiny sip of your tea and taking a nibble of the biscuit, you patiently waited for a certain masked blonde.
"Hello, ma cherie." He whisper
Human!Bill Cipher x Reader
Right now there was nothing interesting to do at your house and you were sitting on your couch, bored out of your mind. You then decided that you were going to get a snack, because let’s be honest here: there was nothing better to do right now. But as you entered in the kitchen you noticed someone leaning on the fridge door, smirking.
“Hey there, hot stuff! See something ya like?”. You rolled your eyes “I think I lost my appetite” you said and started walking way, with Bill following suit. You then turned around so you could face him “By the way, why are you still here?” he only smiled “I think that the most appropriate question is why are YOU still here?” “Maybe because you suck at your job” Bill stopped dead on his tracks with a shocked expression on his face “I-I…. suck a-at my j-job? (y/n), you really think I suck at my job?”
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Levi x Reader ~Boxers~“Alright, let's try to have a nice, clean, game of truth or dare this time guys” Armin speaks out between us.
You look at Jean and he gives you a smirk in return.
“Oh I've got something, nice and clean (y/n) would like to get her hands on” Jean speaks out, not leaving your sight.
You stare at him with no emotion. “The fuck, JEAN?!” you finally yell out.
“OH trust me (y/n), this game is going to be UNFORGETTABLE, cause I've got something perfect in store for you”
You freeze in shock for a second. Shit... Jean is known for making up dares that usually end in me getting stuck with horrible chores, you thought to yourself.
Mikasa walks into the room, and sets herself down next to Eren.
“Let's just get this over with, who's first” She finally speaks, a bored expression upon her face.
She didn't want to play this game almost as much as you didn't want to play it, but since you're so
Fear wasn’t present when she fought the titans. (y/n) would go into battle with no fear in her eyes as she expertly sliced at the back of their necks, ending their unneeded existence. She looked almost like an angel of death when in battle. Her (long/short) (h/c) hair flew behind her like beautiful ribbons, her (e/c) eyes focused and shining, her petite figure easily maneuvered and flew through the air, rivaling even Sasha’s talent on the 3D maneuver gear. She was so gifted, she was titled humanity’s second hope. But that wasn’t the only thing that was special about her. When not in the battlefield, (y/n) was the shyest person around, always looking down at the ground, not being able to bear looking into anyone’s eyes. Although, almost all the guys found this cute and would try to go after her. There was one certain man who had an interest in her, but had too much pride to show it.
It was none other the humanity’s greatest hope: Levi Ackerman.
RQ: Rivaille x Reader: Seduce me in French"Corporal knows French?"
You stared at Connie incredulously, you jaw slightly agape.
Connie, satisfied with your response, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, and he responded with a haughty tone: "Eyup. I heard him the other day, he was cursing in french at something that had gotten on his boot."
Beside you, Reiner chuckled, the sound deep and low and reverberating up your spine. "Yeah right, Connie, you little weasel. How do we know you aren't lying?"
Connie sat forward, his face enraged. "I'm not lying!" he exclaimed. "It's true!!"
Jean looked less than convinced. "Really, Connie? I don't beleive you."
"Well..." A small voice interjected. Your gaze turned towards Armin, who's brow was scrunched in thought. "It does make sense. I'm pretty sure Corporal has french heritage."
Eren nodded. "Isn't Rivaille a french name?"
Jean glared at the brunette. "Nobody asked you, Jeager." He muttered under his breath.