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Songfic Story 9
Brainy watched as Helga walked down the street, staring down at the sidewalk. It had been another day at P.S 118, where Helga had once again tortured Arnold to hide her true feelings. She had already done a monologue in the janitor's closet, to no one but Brainy's knowledge. He had opened the door and caught her right in the middle of it, holding her locket into the air and circling around. He wheezed, and she had hit him.
It was a ritual. And he loved his part, even though he always had to get new glasses. He just hated to see her so miserable. Why wouldn't she just tell him? Why continue to hurt herself because of him? She knew how Brainy felt, she could talk to him. He would always be there for her.
Brainy sighed, and switched the cameras, checking the Vine St. corner and watched her round it, still watching her. She looked up and down the street, and then ducked into an alley. Brainy smiled and left his room, the system still running.
He sprinted from his house to Vine St., seeing
Songfic Story 7
Helga sat at the booth, slurping her large chocolate shake. She wanted to stay there, as he never came here much. Hopefully, she would be able to avoid him while he's here to visit. It was too painful to see him, as he reminded her of him.
It had been almost a year since he had left for San Lorenzo, a year since he had broken her heart. She still went to sleep crying from the pain. And why, oh why, would he come to visit? He knew she didn't have feelings for him.
The door to Slausen's Ice Cream opened to reveal a pale young man standing in the door, holding a bag. Inside this bag appeared to be string and lint of various colors, quite an impressive collection if you cared about that sort of thing. She turned and saw him standing there.
"I guess I couldn't avoid him forever" thought Helga to herself. Arnie saw her and walked slowly to her, cradling the bag in his hands. He got into the seat next to Helga, blinking one eye, then the other.
"Hey" said Arnie, snorting loudly after hi
Songfic Story 4
The rain pattered down upon the roofs of houses, lightning screaming across the sky. The brief flash of light illuminated the room of a small girl. This small girl was sitting on her bed, looking out at the rain. However, this girl was not afraid, nor was she looking at the rain in the hope it would stop. She was actually looking out with a dreamy smile on her face, her eyes half-lidded. This girl sighed and fell onto her pink bed, holding a small heart to her chest.
This girl was Helga G. Pataki, and she was living a daydream on this rainy day. She was thinking back to just a few days ago, when the rain was falling and pounding the peninsula building known as Future Tech Industries. The rain was falling down upon her as she spoke through a voice-box, delivering instructions to her beloved on how to escape this building.
Arnold had not listened to her, but instead had tracked her down and found out where she was. Helga lost balance near the edge of the building's roof, falling and expo
2P!America x Child!Reader - Tic Ticci
"Al~! Can you take me outside for ice cream?" you asked.
"You already had your ice cream." Allen responded as he changes the t.v channel.
"Daddy said that I can get another one~!"
"You can say all the please cuz I ain't going out to get you ice cream."
"Fine!" you pouted.
"Good girl!" Allen smiled as he ruffled your hair.
It's only an hour after Allen told you that he can't bring you outside for ice cream but you didn't give up.
You stood behind the couch that Allen was sitting on. That's when you started annoying him.
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..." you said, smiling.
~~~Five minutes later~~~
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..."
"Ticci... Tic... Tic..." you raised your arms up, "TWITCH!"
"Fine! I'll bring you out to get ice cream!" Allen blurted.
"Just. Don't. Do. That. Ever. Again."
You happily nodded.
2P!England x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 4
"Yes poppet?" Oliver smiled as he place the tray of cupcakes on the counter.
"Tell me a story."
"Sure thing poppet~! You can take a seat if you like."
"I'll just sit on the floor~" you sat down and looked up at your father, waiting for him to start.
"Once upon a time, there lived a five family rabbits. One rabbit is the father named OllieBunny, the uncle named FranBunny, the oldest son named MatBunny, the other son named AlBunny and the cute daughter named [Nickname]Bunny."
"Wait, why am I called AlBunny?" Allen asked, who was sitting beside you.
"Shut up, AlBunny!" Oliver smiled, "Now where was I? Oh! Right! One day, they went out to get carrots to eat but EvilBunny came and took all of the carrots. The family became sad because they're so hungry. Then the next day, they went to the EvilBunny's house and killed him so they can eat the carrots and live their lifes. The end!"
You, Allen and Matthieu clapped.
Reactions (Levi x Reader)
Levi never smiles.
That was a fact all of the Legion has accepted. It was difficult to get a laugh from him, even if it was just a tiny smile.
Therefore, it became your personal mission to get him to.
"What? How to get him to smile?" Hanji laughs, patting you on the shoulder, "I don't think you'll ever succeed on doing that." You frown, thinking hard.
"Well, I could at least, you know, try." They tap a finger on their chin, an amused expression on their face. After a long moment, they snap their fingers, a wide smile pulling at the corners of their lips.
"Are you kidding me?" you deadpan, pinching the bridge of your nose with your forefinger and thumb.
"What? I've seen him smile when he sees cleaning supplies! I'm sure it's bound to work!" Hanji beams, and you sigh.
"Fine, fine. I'll go get them," you say, and you
2P!Canada x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 3
"Mattie! Tell me a story!" you jumped on his bed, making it harder for him to read.
Matthieu closed his book and removed his glasses, "What kind?"
"Short one! Suitable for kids!"
"Okay. Sit down."
You stopped jumping and sat beside him.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name is Allen... The end."
"That's not a complete story!" you jumped on him and started pulling his hair.
"It's a complete story." Matthieu said, sounding like it didn't hurt at all.
"No, it's not!"
"If you don't stop, I'll tell a scary one."
"Then I'll hunt you forever!!"
Matthieu grabbed and drop you out of his room before locking his door.
"Jerk!" you yelled.
Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Proud
Sebastian x Child! Reader
Her Butler, Proud
It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment.
From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats.
The Master of the house- a nearly twenty-five year old Ciel Phantomhive- regally shrugged into his overcoat, before holding out his arm to his wife. With an intelligent light blue eye the man gazed at her, before once more returning his attention to the statuesque figure dressed in black.
“We’ll return after the oper
Stupid Cat (Jealous America x Reader x Americat)
Stupid Cat (Jealous!America x Reader x Americat)
*Disclaimers; Little bit of cussing up ahead but not enough to put a restriction on, also quite a few POV changes, Other than that enjoy :3*
~~~Third Person POV~~~
Alfred was happy that you had moved in with him, he truly was, after all it is normal for a couple to share a house after sometime dating. He got to spend more time with you and show his affection towards you more often, however so did his stupid obese cat.
The same stupid cat that has been hoarding you attention ever since you got here, the same god-damn cat that attacks him if he gets too close to you, the same annoying cat that gets away with EVERYTHING!, and to put it simply it was pissing him off.
Alfred peered around the wall, cheeks puffed out and lips forming a pout as he glared daggers at the fat fur ball on your lap.
To no surprise you were focu
ExtremeDrunk!2P!America x Child!Reader - Numb
You were sitting across the table with Allen who appeared to be really drunk. It was less than an hour for him to drink a glass of beer, whiskey and four bottles of vodka. And like every other time, you had your camera with you.
Allen was so drunk that he'd ask you if you'd like some from time to time but you refused after what your father told you about what happens if you drink alcohol. It was scary.
Oliver and Francois were out and Matthieu was sleeping upstairs.
"Do you... Do you have *hic* your camera?" Allen asked.
You nodded and took out your camera.
"Good!" Allen stoop up, "Video me singing*hic* Numb."
You nod again, hoping that he'd not remember what he did tomorrow. You pressed the record button and waited for whathe's going to do.
"What you're tired and you want to
Feel lost in a very hypocritical human face!
I do not know what I want!
The pressure of walking shoes!
It caught just below this one!
I did all the steps, you're wrong
Just take the role of the toes!" Allen sand a
2p!child!America x reader x 2p!child!Canada-SitterPlease, make sure you have time to read this before you start >w< It is long as hell and has a shit load of cuss words and some stuff sexually said, nothing done, but probably still not suited for the average child XD Enjoy~!
You, a seventeen year old, were one of the 'best' babysitters in your city. Parents would almost literally throw money at you to babysit their kids. The reason for the quotes around the word best is because, you weren't that good. You didn't even like kids, but it did pay. That was all that mattered.
Those who truly knew you, would call you a troubled teen. You didn't believe that though. You felt that others thought, just because you weren't clean cut and perky, that you were troubled. You weren't. Sure, you might stay out late, cussed out a few adults before, and have a drink or two with friends. You didn't think those were grounds to call you troubled. Your parents thought you were fine.
Their names were Tino and Berwald. You thought you t
Undisclosed Tendencies [Modern AU] (Levi x Reader)
If there’s a downside for being a prodigy of an employee that you are - it’s having to do more work than you should.
So here you are - alone in your cube, in the late hours of the night, doing some finishing touches on your presentation for the board meeting tomorrow. And after downing your third tall cup of latte just this afternoon, you resorted to your ever reliable music player to keep you awake - because you certainly don’t need any caffeine or sugar rush to keep you up the whole night.
"There. All done." You sighed contentedly after a few more taps on your touchpad with an upbeat song booming in your ears. You leaned back on your chair and gave your limbs its well deserved stretch before leaning forward to your screen again, reviewing it one last time before hitting the print button and sending a copy to your superiors, namely Erwin Smith, Hanji Zoe, Mike Zacharias and Levi Ackerman.
"Oh look! [f/n] just emailed her report!" Hanji exclaimed as her tablet’s
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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