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For What Name? (G.I.Joe: Retaliation, CC/Baroness)Anastasia had dismissed herself quietly from the party and casually walked down the elegant, carpeted staircase to the first floor. She affected a confused expression, as if she were looking for a bathroom or trying to meet up with someone. As she was, infuriatingly, something of a nobody at this party, she found it relatively easy to avoid attention. And on the first floor only a few people were standing about; guests talking in pairs, or taking a phone call in the corner, or admiring one of the Oriental artifacts their host displayed in abundance throughout his almost palatial residence.
Anastasia pretended to look for a moment at two jade lions, which flanked either side of a glass door to the patio, as a rather severe-looking butler walked past her with a tray. When he was gone, she opened the door and went out onto the patio. As she walked down the patio steps onto the grass lawn a voice called from the house, "Ms. DeCobray! Are you leaving without even talking to me?"
Happy BirthdayHappy Birthday
Lizzie woke up at dawn. She was too excited to sleep. Normally Saturdays were her sleep in day, but today was special. Today was her mommy’s birthday.
Her daddy was going to be so proud of her as he didn’t have to tell her to wake up, to not sleep the day away. Today she was a big girl, able to do for herself. She was now 8 years old, no longer a baby, daddy told her so. With that in mind, she was going to dress herself and do her own hair.
Even though Lizzie had not seen her mommy in a long time, she could still remember how beautiful she was. She remembered how her mommy smelled, always of vanilla. Mommy used to tell her it was because she was in the kitchen all day baking. Lizzie did not really understand this, but she didn’t want her mommy to think of her like a baby anymore, so Lizzie would just nod and tell mommy how much she loved the smell. It reminded he
Everyone Brought Flowers,You Brought Your Game BoyThe way he was talking, you wouldn’t have realized she was gone.
“Jeez, Aunt Connie! Cold out, eh? What’s up wit dat? Figures Bradley made me come all the way out here. Mind if I take a seat?” my younger brother, Kevin, asked as he sat atop our dearly departed aunt’s gravestone. “Nice view here, eh?”
“Kevin!” I hollered. “Show some respect, you jerk!”
“What? What did I do?”
“Get yer rear end off the grave. What’s the matter with you?”
Kevin hopped down from the stone and brushed dirt off of his torn jeans, scattering filth over the grave. He adjusted his woolen beanie and brushed his dark bangs out of his brown eyes to reveal a scowl. “What’s the matter with YOU?”
“Excuse me? I’m not the idiot sitting atop our aunt’s gravestone as if it were a junky lounge chair!” I snapped.
“Jeez, man! Aunt Connie don’t care. We broke all her lawn chairs
Ticci Toby x Reader- Waffles and Kisses
You sat on a sofa in Slenderman Manor, drowning in boredom. A countless number of manga comics lay splayed out on the coffee table infront of you and an empty box from pizza express lay on the floor with an (f/d) bottle next to it. You glanced around the room lazily, looking for someone to hang out with or bug the hell out of. Unluckily, EVERYONE had gone out to go do some killing today. So that left only you, the sofa and a box of anime in the large Manor you called ‘home’.
“Hey Masky, hey Masky, hey Masky! Masky, I know you can hear me!” You turned you head around to spot Ticci Toby, Hoody and Masky walking past the living room in which you lay in. They had finally come back from hunting!
“TOBY, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” You yelled out and scrambled off the leather sofa, just to have Toby throw you back onto it as he charged at you.
“(Y/N)! I missed you!” Toby yelled out and
Protective--Belarus x Blind!Male!Reader
Belarus is protective of her family. Always has been. And when I say protective...I mean really protective. If you were to even THINK about hurting someone dear to her...
You'd end up in a body bag for sure. Don't take me wrong, Belarus isn't a murderous person. Not at all. She's not as cold and shallow-hearted as most people think. She's really kind and lovable once you get to know her. Sure she's a little clingy...but you'd be too if you were in her position.
So, as I was saying. Belarus is very protective. That's why you should never ever mess with her family.
Rule 1: Don't touch Russia.
Rule 2: Don't touch Ukraine.
Rule 3: Don't EVER touch (M/N).
Seriously,unless you want to be hunted down like a rat,don't touch her capital. Minsk, also known as (M/N), is dear to her. Dare I say it,maybe even dearer than her older brother.
So that's why,the man standing in front of her now,is gonna get the beat down.
Laughing Jack x Reader- The Children
“Candies! Time to come inside~” You cooed loudly to your two twin boys who were playing outside with smile. The twin boys immediately stopped playing with Smiledog and hurried inside to your side, the smiling husky close behind. You beamed brightly at your sons before ruffling the eldest son, (S/N)’s black hair that had (h/c) streaks twining in at the end of his strands of hair as he hugged your waist. Giggling lightly you lifted your youngest, Jack Junior, into your arms as he turned a light pink and nuzzled his face into the nook of your neck, his black and white hair tickling your skin. You beamed down at the two boys as you lowered Jack Junior, you couldn’t believe it had been six years since you had given birth to the two little boys before you! Had it have to go by so fast?
“Mummy, what’s for dinner?” Looking down at (S/N) you looked into his sparkling dark orbs and grinned, he had his Father’s eyes.
“Uncle Slendy said
A Beautiful BirthAnother powerful contraction took hold of her the strongest one yet. She gasped at the intensity of it and breathed deeply into it, letting out a low moan as she relaxed her chin against her chest. She was leaning back against her husband in an inflatable kiddie pool of body temperature-warm water which came up to just under her naked breasts.
"That's great honey, keep it nice and low." The midwife encouraged quietly. She was kneeling just outside the pool wrapped in a sarong and ready to get into the water if she were needed. The midwife had told her she could make all the noise she wanted so long as the sounds were deep and low.
"You're doing wonderfully!" her husband whispered in her ear from behind. She was so happy to have him close to her in the warm, buoyant water. His calm strength helping her to be strong as the power of the contractions swelled.
A small picnic canopy had shaded the little p
Army Dad!America x Daughter!Reader: Coming Home
Contains: Mild Cursing...
The sound of a loud BEEP cut through the air of the quiet and dark room where you slept. Groaning, you began to slap your nightstand in your lazy attempt of finding your cell phone. After feeling a rubbery case, you picked it up, lifted your face from your pillow, eyes open, and unlocked the device, which caused you to squint. Shutting off the alarm that had disturbed you from your dream and locking the phone, you let your head fall back onto the soft and plush pillow.
Pulling your hand back under the covers, taking the phone along with you, you tried to fall back asleep, not wanting to face the day. “It's too early for this,” you yawned out, a small stretch following close after.
As soon as you thought you could get away with sleeping in, you were proven wrong. A hand came on your shoulder and shook it gently, kisses peppering the back of your head and side of your face.
The Reason why I do this EnglandxDead!Child!Reader
The Reason why I do this
Arthur Kirkland had finally finished baking and glazing a batch of scones for the world meeting. Smile on his face he packaged them up and made his way to his car. Maybe today was going to be the day someone will love the scones he made.
The Englishman pulled up to the building and brought the food into the meeting room. “Hello everyone. Hope you don’t mind but I brought scones as a sign I’m your esteemed host.” Almost everyone groaned but accepted the baked good to not be rude. However after on bite those polite countries turned downright sour.
Alfred spat out the scone and held his stomach. “Iggy! What do you put in those things! I remembered they were so good when I was small. What happened?” Francis rolled his eyes and threw his out the nearby window.
“Obviously he’s careless with his cooking. Either that or you’ve gotten slightly better taste since
Papa Meta KnightIt was chaos.
Black, swirling skies of doom and despair. Blood and rain seeped into the parched ground and ruined battleships lay in disarray. It was so horrible and devastating.
So much pain. So much death. One by one, they all fell. All of his friends died in one single war against the monster that destroyed his world. He watched his world burn, just as he watched his friends fight and get slaughtered. He was alone now. The only one left all alone
Then he saw it. The tall figure rise from the black horizon and loom over him like a menacing dark plague. This was it. He was going to die.
The world around him imploded in shadows as he was cornered by the monster. The monster known as Nightmare.
Nightmare raised his hand, ready to strike the death blow. This is it! He was going to die! He was going to die just like his friends had! Just like-!
Meta Knight woke with a startled gasp. He was in a cold sweat and his breath was short and fast. He put his white-gloved hand