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“Seven Minutes in Heaven ~ Steve” – Avengers (and Loki) x Reader   Something in the bag was extremely cold, and the moment it touched your fingertips, you snatched your hand back from the bag.  You rubbed the cold spot on your fingers, and looked to Tony, “What on earth is that?” you asked as your brows furrowed slightly.  A smirk played on his lips, “You really think I’m going to tell you?” you pouted and reached into the small bag again, determined to find out what it was.  You shuffled through the bag again, but you couldn’t find the same object.  You sighed irritably and shoved mor

Mathias, Lukas, Berwald along with his girlfriend, (Name) were having a get together at a simple restaurant. As usual Mathias ordered beer and so on the rest; almost an hour had passed, Mathias noticed something unusual from his Swedish friend. "I noticed that we have been drinking beer for half an hour and you still didn't stand up to piss." He inquired with puzzlement. Berwald just grunted and plainly said, " 'm j'st f'll'w'ng th' r'l's 'n th' r'st'r'nt. [I'm just following the rules in this restaurant]." "What rules?" The Swedish points at the sign above his two friends, "Th'r', D' n't l'v' y'r v'lb's 'n'tt'nd'd. [There, Do not leave y

WARNING: I swear once. ~ “What’s wrong, _____?” Al asked you as you flopped tiredly on your couch, not even caring that he had showed up in your home, touching and breaking who knows what. With a groan you rolled your neck, trying to get out the kinks, “Life.” “That’s no real answer.” he said, sounding slightly concerned, which was big for him, You just remained flat on the couch, trying to get the aches and pains that came with stress out of your system. “Come on,” he said, poking you lightly in the stomach, “tell me.” “School’s a mess, people are breat

Scream, I could’ve screamed all I wanted; after all, it dared me to. I was hesitant; screaming would’ve wasted what little breath I had left at that point. I spotted a nearby tree. Panicking, I grabbed one of its loose branches and ripped it off the poor plant. I was desperate at that point; it was slithering at an exceptional rate, far faster than any snake I had ever come across.  I was going to use the tree branch as a weapon to defend myself, but it had other plans. The tip of its tail went for my ankle and wrapped the scaly thing around it. With a quick jerk I lost my balance and fell on the ground; I had felt the rocks an

~The PDA Syndrome~ *Awesome!Trio X Reader* 'Yo dude!Remember that hot damn dancer chick I wanted to hit on?' - Matthias,3:28 'Yes,I do!Your point?' - (Name),3:32 'I slept with her man!' - Matthias,3:34 'And how do you know that?' - (Name),3:35 'I woke up covered in pink sparkle and red lipstick!' - Matthias,3:37 The (h/c) tucked a strad of hair back into her ponytail,chuckling at the Dane's silliness.She could have sworn she sensed his excitement through the phone. 'That...or maybe that Twillight Non-vampire-fairy dude effed you and powdered you with his fairy dust!' - (Name),3:40 'Man,you are such a funkiller!I am telling you I've got a ho

Frazzled wings (Balthazar x reader) You sat alone in your apartment reading a magazine with one bare foot on the class top coffee table while the other sat up on the couch with your knee curled to your chest. It had been a good week for your dealing business; you’d managed to procure a rare medallion for a very grateful hunter and even got a bonus artefact in return to add to your collection. You decided to treat yourself to a relaxing evening of reading your favourite tabloids on the strange, weird or bizarre when a flutter of wings caught your attention mainly cause there was only ever one person who made that sound. “Balthaza

 “You can't just cut class, Bucky. Someone will see you!” Bucky laughed. “Who's going to see me? Trust me, doll, I've done this more times than I can count. The only way you get caught is if someone tells on me. And you wouldn't do that, would you?” You flushed under his crystal blue gaze. “No,” you murmured, taking a sip of your drink. “You should come with me.” You nearly choked on your drink. You stared up at him, trying to determine if you'd heard him right. “You can't be serious!” “Oh, come on.” He smirked. “You're too tightly wound. You need to get o

.:Je N'ai Pas De Mots:. Dedicated to Algebra246~ Canada x Reader Matthew glanced at you and looked away just as quickly when you caught his gaze. "Matthew, are you feeling okay? You've been acting strange lately..." you said gently as you placed your hand upon his. Matthew blushed furiously and managed to stammer, "I-It's fine! I-I...You just stay here!" as he suddenly stood up and walked towards his brother. Frowning slightly, you tired to follow him before a certain French man stepped in front of you. "Honhonhon....Bonjour, ma cherie! Where do you think you're going?" You smiled nervously at him before peeking over Francis's shoulder. ~M

Matthew glared at himself. He finally got her to go out with him and now he had no fucking idea on where to take her. He took many chicks out, it wasn’t a big deal and he had no fucking idea why he was stressing over taking ________ out. They’ve been places alone, it wasn’t a big deal…before but now it was. He thought about the movies but nothing good was playing. He knew her long enough that she hated chick flicks. Maybe a dive bar, he could get in no problem but then there’s the other shit like him getting into a fight and she getting hurt. Maybe bowling that could work. “Why don’t you take her to

You leaned back on the couch in the bunker, propping your feet up on the table and opening your book. You eagerly dived into the world the character lived in. You were humming cheerfully to yourself. Sam and Dean were out on a hunt, and you had just come back from a solo hunt the night before. Castiel was hanging around the bunker, poking around. You said as long as he didn’t break anything and stuff like that, it would be fine. After all, he was much more accustomed to human tech now. What was the worst that could happen?    You were so involved in the book that you didn’t realize that Cas had stopped looking through the countl

You held back tears as you returned from the bar, it was so stupid- and you knew you shouldn't care about a bitch and her words. But your body was a touchy issue. Your size had always bothered you, and if that wasn't enough- Dean was perfect. How could you of all people keep such a man interested? Angrily you wiped under your eyes before you got out of the car, the last thing you needed was Dean or Sam finding out.. You didn't want to waste their time with your silly self-loathing, and so after getting into the bunker you took off straight to yours and Dean's room, leaving the boys confused and worried glances behind you. You were almost i

I wandered around my brother's party. No one noticed me, just like my brother Canada, but I was used to it. Right now I was just trying to make sure everything was going alright before I changed into my costume. "__________!" I turned around and saw my brother. I smiled and chuckled, I guess he had decided on the Captain America costume after all. "Why aren't you in your costume?!" "I just wanted to make sure everything was alright, before I changed." I smiled at him. "Well everything's just fine. It's the hero's party of course it's going to be much better then fine, It's AWESOME Hahaha." He threw his head back as he laughed. I shook my head

Your hand gently ghosted across his pale skin, the ridges of his ribs underneath your fingertips. His pale blonde hair was in disarray and he looked so vulnerable, but you enjoyed it. It was the only time he looked this way, so peaceful and relaxed. (E/c) eyes wandered to the alarm clock on the bedside table. 9:42 it read. You sighed and placed a kiss on his shoulder, prodding his ribs gently in an effort to wake him up. He was a light sleeper, after countless years of night terrors and torment from his father and Voldemort. But the Boy Who Lived had won years ago and released Draco from the Dark Lords grasp. “Draco,” You murmu

 “Beauty, isn’t she?” Your eyes followed the movement of the large yellow snake in the tank.  You always had a strange fascination with snakes.  Cobras in particular were your favorite.  You never knew why.  Maybe it was all the lore behind them.  Perhaps it was their slender bodies and their ability to move on land so fluently.  Maybe it was how they were able to constrict prey in their strong coils or how they were able to eat things several times their size.  Either way, snakes were fascinating creatures. “Yeah,” you reply to the zoo keeper, “It’s beautiful…” “Ay, she&rsquo

~Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, Never to part, baby of mine.~ “I think I’m finished for the night” Tino sighed as he led his sleigh back home on Christmas night. A muffled cry caused him to look around in puzzlement. He paused for a minute until he reached back and peered into his empty toy sack. “A baby!?” Tino gasped as an infant bundled in a (f/c) blanket stared up at him with (e/c) eyes. She softly cried in his arms as Tino plucked the note that was pinned to her off. ‘Please take her. I don’t deserve to have a daughter like her. Please giv

Warning: There is sexual content ahead. Francis Bonnefoy was a man who devoutly believed in the power of true love. As the personification of France, how could he not? He believed in freedom, beauty, truth, and love, especially love. In his many centuries on this earth, he had fallen in love three times, despite the heartache he knew was sure to follow. The first to enter his life had been Jeanne. Jeanne had been an angel, and had stolen is heart before he had even grasped what was happening. She loved her country, but her true love was the Lord. It pained him, being so close to her, and yet so far from her. When England lit her aflame, he

Lutz and Edgar watched Vati get ready for his evening tonight. Other than work or going out with a few friends, he didn’t really go out much, especially not with a lady. He was also thrilled in going as he preened himself a bit more than usual. “Vati should take her some place nice,” said Edgar. “The beer hall!” said Lutz. “Don’t take her there!” “That’s not a bad idea,” said Germania, “It shouldn’t have many people tonight,” “But that’s not romantic!” said Edgar. “I’m just taking her to dinner as friends,” “The

The birds chirped happily, singing about the beautiful day they had before them. A young man came walking rhythmically down the street, whistling along with the birds jovial melody. "L is for ze vay you look at me." His deep masculine voice sang as he strut down the street, a bouquet of brightly colored tulips. "O is for the only one is I see. V is very, very extraordinary. E is even more than anyone that you adore." He smirked as he walked up to the front door. He made sure the whole day he was at work that he didn't stink and even bought spray that smelled like roses to make sure. He wanted to be perfect for his wife. Today, was their very

“Okay class, I have a guest for you all to meet today!” the boys looked at _____________. She’s been excited for days and finally she was going to meet the mysterious stranger that she’s been excited about. The man strutted into the classroom. He was a strange looking man with strawberry blond hair, red eyes, and dressed a red frock coat, black gloves and a mini black top hat. When he smiled the boys could clearly see fang like teeth that actually did look animalistic, “This Mr. Vladimir. He and I go way back and been friends for a very long time,” he grinned at the boys. They looked at him and stood up. &

"A trip? I don't know you guys, I've never really been out of the country before." You confessed as you sat on the couch that belonged to your five Scandinavian friends. "Come on ____! It'll be a new experience!" Your friend Mathias exclaimed as he held a beer bottle in his hands. "But we'd have to ride a plane. I hate heights! You all know that!" You cried. "Don't worry Emil here will sit beside you on the flight." Mathias winked shoving you into Emil who sat beside you on the couch. "Shut up!" Emil blushed as you crawled off him, casting an annoyed glance at the laughing Dane. "Fine, I'll go when does the plane leave?" You asked crossi

“Please!” “No!” “Please!” “No!” “Please!” “No!” It had been going on like that all day. Why did they have to have a world meeting on St. Patrick’s Day anyways? Because of it, Ireland had been trying to get you to kiss me since he is Irish. You had tried to avoid him but he was following you like a lost puppy and it was kind of getting annoying now. “_(f/n)_, please. Why won’t you just kiss me?” he pleaded with you as he caught your wrist. “Why do I have to?” you retorted at him, trying to break his grip. “Because I’m Irel

Lovino Vargas (Language warning... but since it's Lovi you should have just assumed that there would be some colourful vocabulary.) -x- The rhythmic chopping of tomatoes had become one of your favourite sounds, as odd as that seemed; decidedly this was because the noise was always accompanied by the heavenly scent of a delectable Italian dish prepared by none other than your foul mouthed Italian friend. You stepped swiftly down the hallway and peered around the kitchen door to discover said Italian creating your favourite noise. Ducking behind one of the large marble counters you managed to creep up behind him and slip your arms around his

~Just whistle while you work And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place So hum a merry tune It won't take long when there's a song to help you set the pace~ “(y/n), can you-a help me put the dishes in the cupboard? I can’t-a reach!” Chibitalia whined as you smiled and walked over. You carefully took the plates and bowls and stacked them neatly in the cupboard. You began humming as you worked while Chibitalia looked at you with a curious expression. You began whistling a cheerful tune as Chibitalia pursed his lips and tried. “What’s the matter? Can’t whistle?” you asked as you kneeled down to

“Catch me if you can Jack!” Jamie panted, sprinting across the yard. He heard the whoop of Jack’s laughter from behind him, but as he glanced back he saw no one there. He slowed to a cautious walk, his eyes darting around for any sign of Jack, until a snowball from seemingly nowhere whipped past his head. Jamie gave a startled yell, causing another laugh from the hidden Jack before he too burst into laughter. “Missed me!” He dashed away, running across yards and dodging snow piles as snowball after snowball was fired his way. Then, the snowballs ceased suddenly. When he realized how far down his street he had

You loved hugs. In your opinion, there was no greater way to express emotions than with a giant hug. Because really, there were very few occasions where a hug would be an inappropriate response. But rather unfortunately for you, your closest friend and ally was a nation that held personal space above all else. Which really stunk for you; you could almost guarantee that Kiku would be capable of some of the best hugs in the world. But until you could actually hug him and find out, you had to satisfy yourself with the ever cheerful Toni. Not that you didn’t love Toni’s hugs, but you’d been friends with Kiku for centuries and y

Wolverine X Reader:       Being the beloved sister of the god of Thunder and the god of Mischief was not easy. Not only were they extremely protective over there 'little' sister (reminding them that you are over a millennium old does not help in the slightest) but they believed that they knew what was best for you and nothing you could say would convince them otherwise. And though you loved them both dearly, sometimes you wished you were worthy enough to lift Mjolnir so that you could retaliate against their everlasting need to protect you. Not long had passed since you have been staying in Midgard and unlike your brother Loki, who had gai

Nikolai paced back and forth, his eyes narrowed as he reread his note. “Will you marry me?” Simple enough and it got the point across, but, would his (name) accept? Shaking his head to rid himself of such thoughts, the blond searched his belt for his favourite dagger. As soon as he touched the leather handle, he felt a wave of calm pass over him. Yes, she would accept. With renewed determination, he stabbed both the note and dagger into (name)’s wall. His blue eyes glinted with a sort of satisfied glow as he nodded to himself and made his way out of the room and towards the backyard. Maybe he could visit his older sister,

100 Theme Challenge~32.Empty Male!UkrainexReader Your POV Pen met paper in a terrible search for meaning. These lyrics meant nothing. How could I write such nonsense? I was a liar. I had never felt these things before. I wanted to burn these words. What was the point of singing if your words were meaningless? These songs were empty. I was being held in a cage. I wanted to sing my songs that held significance to my life, but they wouldn't let me. I wanted to show who I really was, but that wasn't allowed either. Who I really was, wasn't marketable. My real face was covered in makeup and photo shopped. My real body was dieted to become a 'b

"Do you have the water?" "Yup." Mathias passed the plastic bottle towards you. You winced when it crinkled. "Be careful! You don't wanna make too loud of a noise.." "Right," He grimaced. "Sorry." You sighed and leaned agains the closet wall. Why were you and Mathias inside the closet? Well, Lukas "ran out" of coffee, and he was pissed. And to make matters worse, there was a major snowstorm outside, the power got knocked out, and thus, you have an angry Norwegian looking for you two. So, you and Mathias are camping out in the -rather spacious- coat closet with food rations and water. And by that, I mean a jar of Nutella, a box of cereal, a

A window creaked opened and a leg pale from the moonlight slipped out. As the feminine figure dropped to the ground from the second story, another figure appeared from behind a tree. "_______! Hurry up, it's not cool to keep ze awesome me vaiting!" He hissed. A laugh escaped her lips as she ran across the lawn. Tripping over something, she plowed right into the man. She laughed harder then looked down into his ruby orbs. "Hey Gil~" She snickered. His eyes narrowed slightly then quickly widened as she planted a kiss on his lips. His arms attempted to wrap around her, but the pressure of her body was suddenly gone. "Come on slow poke!!" She r

Warning there is so suggestive language used “Don’t put your teeth on me.” It’s a powerful phrase that all true Vampires know. It is a phrase as old as time. It means many things, the most common are a way to warn that one is overstepping bounds or that they are not in as intimate a moment as perceived. Though many Younglings (born Vampire youths) and Fledglings (bitten Vampires who have yet to mix blood) use the phrase mockingly and scoff at the more senior or ancient’s who use the words seriously, to those families of old it still holds meaning… --- -- --- The eldest child and heir to the (Last Name

    A loud beeping sound filled your ears and you groaned in protest. You cracked open one eye and tried to turn around to glare at the alarm clock on your side, however, a tight grip around your waist tightened even more as Ivan made a noise of discontentment.    "Turn off the alarm clock подсолнечник, before I break it." Your Russian husband said, nuzzling his large nose on your head.    "I can't. You're holding me too tightly." You muttered in return. Ivan sighed and one arm disappeared as he reached for something under his pillow. He pulled out his pipe and reache

Hello readers! Before we begin, I would like to say that I do not own any of these characters or you. Hope you enjoy! (I’m on a bit of a Sam Winchester kick for some reason. So I’m combining two of my favorite things. Sam Winchester and pregnant reader inserts! Don’t ask me why but I just think they’re incredibly cute.) Eating for Two (Sam Winchester x Pregnant! Reader)Part 1 Sam wasn’t the first person who knew about you being pregnant. Mostly because you didn’t know it yourself until Cas pulled you aside in-between hunts to tell you about your new addition. You were stunned. You had been researching in a

The flapping of wings behind you announced the presence of an angel, and you smiled, already knowing who it was. “Hey, Samandriel.” “Y/N,” came Samandriel’s soft voice. “I just came to see how you were.” You grinned, turning to face him. You loved Samandriel. He was so sweet and seemed so innocent, even though he was an angel and had probably fought in wars before. Like the Winchester’s good friend Cas, Samandriel was a little clueless when it came to humans, but he tried his best and was so kind and thoughtful. He seemed to like you too, since you seemed to be the only human he took time to s

~I'm gonna be a mighty king So enemies beware Well, I've never seen a king of beasts With quite so little hair I'm gonna be the mane (main) event Like no king was before I'm brushing up on looking down I'm working on my roar~ “Peter, we can’t go in the room! We’re not countries like they are” you shook your head as your best friend Peter dragged you inside. Today was the day you’d both demand recognition. “WE DEMAND TO BE RECOGNIZED!” Peter yelled eagerly as the countries turned to stare at you two. “Sealand! (c/n)! Go back outside!” England yelled “No! Let them s-stay in!”

"WAAAAHHHH!" 'This is not happening this is not happening this is most DEFINATELY not happening!' You kept chanting in your mind, wondering just how in the world you had gotten yourself into this kind of situation. You wanted to be snug in your bed with a reader insert of Scotland, not falling from the sky in the middle of nowhere!!! Luckily(?) you didn't have to fall far, and you landed fairly safely amongst a field of thick green grass. You sat there, dazed for a moment, before looking around at your surroundings, your eyes growing wide. Living in (hometown/current residence) you weren't used to what you were seeing. Rich, vibrant green st