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Curious?Welcomed into a big world, is a small being. From the first crack of the eye lids the mind wanders, trying to absorb what it is that surrounds them. It is just a picture, no words to describe it. Into the new world it crawls, yearning for more in the small spaces it is kept for safety. The restriction begs for expansion. Now into the world of walking, what's around and developed is a basic understanding. Once understanding it's placed into an educational system where things are taught, but this world of knowledge is where outreach and breakthrough is finally accepted. Questions and questions come from the mind to further understand what is around. Curiosity fills the air as new concepts fly off pages and into the air around, almost inhalable, but not clear enough to make it without choking. Lives are lived in this educational system for some odd or even years until it is thought that everything is understood, until you step into the wide world. More things than you could eve
America x Reader - Heartbreak Warfare
Alfred felt the weight of the guitar between his hands, the soft leather of the handle that kept it still, so worn out by the many years of use; hang on his back pressing against his shoulder blades with a somewhat familiar and comforting presence. It made him sit slightly curved on the wooden stool, his fingers playing with the metal strings distractedly, glancing down since the lights from the stage were directed at him, creating a blinding effect. He couldn’t quite distinguish the people inside that packed little bar, only perceiving heads and vague features, nothing that could tell him much about the nameless crowd that listened to his music. It was soothing, in a way. Being surrounded by a bubble of anonymity and a cape of invisibility, even if he knew that the others could still see him. But, in his mind, he was alone with his guitar.
And that was enough.
Slowly, the song began to pour out of his mouth, unstoppable as a river finally breaking through the barrage that always
LokiXReader Visiting"I have been so harsh to you, and yet, you still visit me?" Loki leaned forward, grabbing the ceiling above him for support, so that he didn't face-plant the chains to his prison.
You smiled, and nodded.
His next word came out more like a cool breath, rather than a question, "Why?"
You thought about it for a moment, before shrugging your shoulders, and shaking your head.
Curiosity glinted in his gaze. Seeing this, your smile grew wider.
"Because I'd love to let you out, or at least sit with you, in there." You calmly stated.
You took a step forward, onto the steps that led to his prison. Then another, and another, until you were on the final step. He watched you closely, your figure becoming the only thing in his eyes.
"I am nothing special. I insult you, berate you, degrade you. Perhaps you've gone mad."
You giggled lightly, and shook your head, again.
"No, that's not it, I don't think."
You studied the fence that separated you and Loki, before reaching your hand out.
"(Y/n)? What are
Dave Strider x Reader: These Shades Protect Me"Daaaaave!" You moaned. "I wanna see your eyes!" You swatted, trying to rip the shades off his face.
"Woah! Get away!" Dave said as he grabbed a hold of your wrist. "Why won't you let me se theeeem!" "Because, your ovar-" "Yeah, yeah, I know my ovaries will explode." You rolled your eyes.
"Now come on! Lemme see!" You swatted for the shades again, failing miserably as Dave grabbed your wrist every time. You pouted.
Then, it hit you.
A smirk grew across your face. "Well fine, I can just call Terezi over. She can lick your face until she knows and trust me, she'll find out." You smirked at him. He gulped. "You wouldn't." "I would." You giggled grabbing your cell phone.
Before you knew it he had tackled you to the floor, pinning you down. "Dave! What the hell are you doing!" You yelped. He smirked. "This."
He pressed his lips to yours. Your lips melted together. You slowly reached a hand up to his shades while you two were still kissing and swiped them off. He immediately pulled away.
The War Was in Colour (HetaliaxLittle!Reader) You hummed softly as you wandered in the musty chamber filled with old boxes and things that looked as if they had not been touched for years. Dust motes shone gold in the quiet sunlight as it filtered in through nostalgia-smeared windows and fell upon the piles in the old room. The muffled buzz of conversation from downstairs faded into the background as you stepped forward to examine one of the boxes precariously stacked upon its fellows. Before you quite knew what had happened, there was a tremendous crash and you found yourself sprawled on the floor, the contents of the box strewn about you on the floor; black and white photographs littered the majority of the space, with a few metal badges and pins among them as well as sheaves of paper with words penned in strange writing you could not read. As you looked closer, you noticed that the men in the photographs looked familiar—in fact, they looked nigh identical to your Vati and Onkel but for the unfamili
The day I cried...
LEVI X READER
(f/n)= First Name
(l/n)= Last Name
(h/c)= Hair color
(h/l)= Hair length
(e/c)= Eye color
THE DAY I CRIED....
She was an avarage soldier with no special talents or anything.
Just a mere soldier who urges´d for the aknowledgement of a single man.
Her name? It's (f/n)(l/n). She had beautiful (h/l)(h/c) hai and sparkling (e/c) eyes.
The man she loved was the one and only Corporal Levi.
She loved everything about him. His silky raven-black hair, his stormy-grey eyes, just everything.
But there was one thing she wanted most, one thing she would have done everything for.
She wanted to see her Corporal smile. Just for once. A simple smile.
"Hey Corporal could you please smile? Just once?" she asked.
"No" the Corporal answered stiffly.
"Pweeeeeeease???" she gave him her best Puppy dog face. But the Corporal wouldn't be overwhelmed that easily.
"Cadet (l/n), do you want to clean the toilets? If not I
Forgotten Maple (2p! Canada X Reader)
Matt sat at the base of a huge tree- their tree -and leaned his head against the bark, staring up into the night sky and counting stars. Kuma was laying beside him and leaning on the Canadian's legs. Matt sighed, closing his eyes. A small tear tracked down his cheek. He missed his little maple leaf.
She sat beside him at the base of the tree, chatting away happily as Matt nodded and listened. She had made piece with his silence a long time ago. He had his arm slung over her shoulder, and she snuggled against his chest. Kuma had wandered into the woods not long after the two of them arrived.
Matt was happy for once in his life. He had a wonderful, beautiful girl sitting beside him, he had a steady job that he felt good about doing, and he hadn't heard from his half-brother in months. Everything was going well. ____(y/n) had even agreed to marry him (once they had saved enough money for the ceremony, of course). He
(Steve X Reader) Memories Chapter One
~WARNING! MINOR-EXTREME FEELS Warning! You do die in this yes but I have a plan this may become a series. I'm feeling very attached to Steve right now don't know why.~
You laughed as you killed a Chitari that tried to shoot you. "Come on! You have to do better than that to kill m-" You froze as a laser passed through your body.
"(Y/N)!" Steve yelled running over to you.
You fell to the ground and he caught you, pressing his hand on your back.
"(Y/n)" He said softly "It's going to be okay...we can fix it, j-just hang on"
You shook your head and smiled. "N-nah.....I'm gone, it's okay. I protected you. I did my job. Don't worry 'bout me Cap"
"(Y/n) no....don't leave"
"There's no saving me....just go....continue fighting. For me"
"W-we need you"
"C-can I say it? I never got to say it before...as my last words can I say it?"
He nodded and deflected another laser coming toward him. Your vision began to fade. "Have no idea what you're talking about but of course..."
The world became darker, t
No Man's Land - Chapter 1 (LokixReader)
*A little bit of violence in this one. Not too bad though, I don't think...
The music flowed through the room in elegant sounds of bows and strings. The instruments creating an atmosphere of elegance.
___ wore a (f/c) ball gown that made her look beautiful. Her hair flowed freely in loose curls as she socialized with the higher class.
She was an intelligent woman and the daughter of an important man, which was why she was amongst these important people. She was honestly surprised by how well everything was going.
"Hello my dear ___, you look ravishing, as always." One of the german scientists she had met before, said.
"Thank you, Kurt." She smiled, just as her eyes had found an unfamiliar face. "I think I see someone I haven't greeted yet." She said, then excused herself, heading towards the lean, black haired, stranger.
But before he had noticed her, he swung the golden staff he held and smacked it into a middle aged man, causing ___ to freeze in her tracks.
The crazed person then fli
Let Them Burn [One Shot]
It was dark when she opened her eyes – so dark she even momentarily doubted that her eyes were truly open. Perhaps she was still dreaming, still thinking of waking from her horrid nightmares. She looked around in the darkness, still unable to clearly see. There were no silhouettes of well, anything, in any direction. She felt a cool, gentle breeze go by, sending a shiver down her spine. While the night was not horridly cold, she was hardly dressed to be outdoors in the middle of the night. She rubbed her bare arms in a desperate attempt to get some warmth back into her limbs. Regardless of her poor vision in such a dark place, she knew she couldn’t stand here all night – wherever here was.
Slowly, cautiously, she took a step forward, and then another, and other. The ground beneath her was solid and flat, with no bumps or hidden holes to lead her to stumble. There weren’t even any loose stones or plants, as far as she could tell. This
Roy and Riza FMA 6Roy and Riza FMA 6
With everything they had been put through, nothing hurt worse than when she was reassigned. Watching her pack her things from his office and not being able to stop her. No longer being able to be by her side protecting her, or having her to not only support him, but protect him as well. No one knew him like she did. She was his everything.
His world appeared to be crashing down around him; his men ,wounded and killed. His woman was taken under the enemies control, but kept close enough to go without suspicion. The war he was fighting seemed endless and impossible. There were very slim sights of an end and with the dwindling number in his forces it was hard to keep going strong. What he wouldn't give to have things the way they were before. What he wouldn't do just to have them back.
Although, no matter how bad the situation got; no matter how far away from him the Fuhrer kept her, he would continue to fight. He would fight to get her back. He would change the whole
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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