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RQ: Parent AU: Rivaille x Reader: Snow DayA languid sigh escaped your lips as you pulled a stray foot back underneath the comforter that you hugged to your body. The air in the room was chilled with morning frost, but under the quilt it was warm and comfortable in the arms of your husband. Rivaille's soft snores blew onto your exposed shoulder blade, tickling the bare skin there. Your eyes fluttered open gently, slowly focusing on the dim light outside, and the silent snow that fell from the heavens.
"Guess it's a snow day." You murmured softly. A soft murmur was Rivaille's only reply.
You relished the infrequent morning such as this. Normally Rivaille was gone for work before you woke up, but on days where it was hard to travel to the office you got to spend a few extra minutes curled up next to his warm figure.
However, on days such as this, the peace never lasted for long.
It started with the quiet sound of pitter patter foosteps, echoing down the hall on wooden floorboards. Then the sound of h
Tony x Child! Reader I'm Coming Home
Tony x Child! Reader I’m Coming Home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
(Name) Stark, daughter of the world’s favorite billionaire, stared out of the window with a frown on her face, her small brow furrowed as she observed the throngs of people travelling around at rush hour. She had a natural talent for recognizing faces, but the falling rain tended to obscure her vision.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
She’d caught him drinking again. He’d been trying non-stop to go cold turkey on the drinks. Which isn’t the easiest thing when you’re suffering from alcoholism. She sighed at the memory. (Name) had begun to scold him, however being four years old didn’t prove for much influence on the man. Not when he was as drunk as he had been that night, anyways.
Don't leave - Netherlands x Reader
The rays of the sunlight woke you up. Your squinted your eyes and stretched, turning around in the bed. It was a sunny day, birds were chirping, a perfect, cliché day. Until. . . You looked at your alarm clock and realized you had one hour to get ready for work. You sighed, you really didn’t feel like working today.
After a few minutes you managed to sit up and throw your legs over the edge of the bed, you rubbed your face with your hands and groaned. Slowly, you raised yourself but was pulled back into the bed. You gasped, two muscular arms wrapped around you and prevented you from walking away.
You relaxed into the grip and giggled when you heard small murmurs against your hair. “You know, I can’t hear you when you have your face buried in my hair.” You chuckled and turned around so you were facing him. Your husband, Tim Jansen.*
[ Since Netherlands doesn’t have an official Surname, what I know about anyway, I just picked a random name for him.
Horoscopes (AvengersxReader) One-Shot
Tony had been rather bored lately and had even got bored of fooling around with the things in his lab. He decided to head downstairs where the other Avengers were to, most likely, bother them. When he arrived, they were all where he expected them to be: at the living room watching TV. By the looks of it there was nothing on since you kept switching channels.
“Hey guys,” Tony said as he plopped down next to you.
He tried to snatch the remote from your hands but you merely shot him a death glare and said, “I dare you.”
“Alright then,” he smacked his lips and decided to not do that.
He then got a wicked idea and pulled out his phone. A few days ago he had read something that made him laugh and he thought it would make everyone less bored. Of course it would also stir up some trouble but there’s always trouble with the Avengers.
“Hey guys,” he began. “You want to know this funny thing I read about people who have a certain zodiac
Country!EnglandxHuman!Reader: Forever and Always
"Okay, I spy with my little eye... Something red," you said, your eyes darting around the quiet street as you and Arthur walked along, hand in hand, having just gone out to dinner at your favorite restaurant. The moonlight cast an almost magical glow all around you.
"Is it... That large bouquet of roses in the flower shop over there?" Arthur guessed, pointing to said floral arrangement. You giggled.
"Yep!" you exclaimed, nodding.
"I knew it! And it's my turn now! Let's see here... I spy with my little eye... Something that is absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word," Arthur whispered, smiling and staring right at you. You blushed bright pink, knowing he was talking about you, but you decided to play dumb.
"Is it... The moon?" you asked. Arthur shook his head.
"Nope. Try again," he cooed.
Fighting - Punk!England x Reader
A loud sound from an electric guitar was heard and you covered your ears. Your eyes were shut hard and your nose wrinkled in disapproval. You threw your sketches on the ground and went out of the door of your room. You marched towards the basement in the small house you shared with nobody else than Arthur Kirkland.
Slam! The basement door shut and the brit’s attention was turned towards a certain pissed person. Also known as you.
“Finally coming to hear my amazing music, love?” He smirked as he caressed the neck of his guitar. You walked towards him.
“Would you, please, turn down the volume of that shitty music you have there.” You snapped and put your hands on your hips.
“It’s not shitty, you just don’t have a taste in good music.” He said and proceeded to play loudly again until your hand grabbed his wrist.
“Seriously, Arthur, it’s starting to get really annoying, can you at least turn down the volume?” Th
Wordsworth Between Us Snake x Reader
The chilly morning air of your small, cozy home caused the tiny hairs on your forearms to raise and goosebumps to form. “How is it so cold in here? It was nice and warm when I went to bed.” Sliding your feet into a pair of warm slippers to avoid touching your cold hard floor, you scurried to the large, covered window and pulled back the heavy curtains. Just having the sunlight shine in through the glass warmed your room considerably. “There, now. That's much better.” As you walked from room to room, pulling back the curtains and drapes, you heard a gentle knock at your front door. Not expecting any visitors, you pulled your housecoat tightly around your body and slowly cracked open the front door. “Snake, what are you doing here?”
Snake looked straight at you, as it often was, his face was almost completely devoid of any expression. “You never came to see us. Says Emily.”
Immediate guilt hit you. How could you have fo
Mute!Reader x Karkat || RantsKarkat Vantas. For once, he was finally fucking silent.
Usually, when someone bumped into him he made a huge deal about it. Yell at them, make them feel inferior, have them apologize, etc.
But when this human girl bumped into him, he was silent for a moment, just because she had really pretty [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes. It caught his eyes for a moment, as he trailed her backside, before realizing she was walking away, without a care in the world.
"Hey nooksniffer!" He growled, and grabbed at her shoulder, which was clothed with [f/c] graphic t-shirt that had a cute little chibi person flipping you off, with the words 'moshi moshi' 'desu desu' around it. The Vantas tried not to compliment the shirt, after all, he was trying to chew her out.
Complimenting her probably wouldn't help at all. At least, if he was trying to achieve his goal. "You bumped into me, and you didn't even say sorry."
This girl gave him an, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' look, but didn't say anyt
Limit Break - Part 6"Help!" Yuffie cried, her fat arms and legs flailing uselessly as she rocked to and fro on her back. "I've fallen and I can't get up!"
"Yuffie, this isn't the time to be joking around, we have a serious problem here!" Tifa scolded the young ninja.
"I AM being serious!" Yuffie shot back. That much was clear just by looking at her. The poor girl was so hugely bloated and heavy that she was pinned on her pack under the immense weight of her belly. Struggle as she might, there was virtually no way to upright herself.
"Will you two stop arguing already?" Aeris snapped. Her voice seemed distant to Yuffie, as it came from the other side of her titanic belly curvature where she couldn't see anything. Had she been able, Yuffie would have realized just how well off she was comparatively. Aeris was even more colossal than she was, with a belly so enormous it ballooned out well past her feet, filling the entire space between her gigantic thighs and legs.
"I'm so tired of hearing the two of you bic
twilight bella is a god? 2Bella pov-*in the plane*
walkawalkawalkwalka.....weeeewooooweewoooo eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeh.... nananananana...lalalalala...blahblahblah....okay i am officially bored out of my mind. Just 10 more minutes and you'll be in port angeles then its a 2-ish hour drive to Forks with Charlie........................ ok ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm umumumumumumum........aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i am losing it only 9 more minutes.ugh time hates me i wish we were at port angeles already!!!!
*10 seconds later*
"Umm please fasten your seatbe--.....ummm we arrived in port angeles please step out of the plane------" i wan't quite paying attention at the end but weird how that just happen coincidently.....weird. I looked up seeing 6 GIANT birds fly....wait what the they're wearing shoes???
I shoked my head I am going crazy. OMT??(T stands for twilight) Charlie looks like me?? or doesn't how will I ever find him???
"Bella is that you?" Some man asked me. i nod
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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