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Secret Admirer [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader] III
[Warning: kidnapping and themes of Stockholm’s syndrome]
With each passing day in this cage of darkness incarcerating your person, little pieces of your sanity drifted away little by little. Instead of fighting to escape, screaming until your throat numbed or crying until your eyes were dry, you slowly surrendered to the chains, clinging you to the frigid brick wall. You accepted the once annoying springs in your cot, intending your sensitive skin with their points. It was not that you particularly wished to. You were just too tired to resist anymore.
Worst of all, you found yourself embracing the assistances of your captor.
He very rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually cursing to himself or low commands to you. He invaded your space more often: sometimes, he came with bread, warm porridge, water or hot tea. Sometimes, he brought a large bucket full of warm water and a rag which he used to keep your placid skin and growing locks neat and clean. At first, this caused you t
Secret Admirer V [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: Themes of kidnapping and Stockholm's syndrome]
Click. Click. Click.
The familiar footsteps immediately diminished your drowsiness. You jolted from your pillow, directing your body towards the sounds and curled your knees to your chest. Though the sound of the iron grating against the bricks normally made anyone sick, you were used to it. In fact, you found it comforting. It signaled that the only person in your life, your captor, your mysterious lover, your secret admirer, approached you. As his steps halted at the edge of your bed, you shyly held out your hands, questioning his whereabouts. You couldn’t hide your smile as the warmth of his calloused hands encircled your frigid fingers, and his weight shifted you a little closer to him. After cradling the back of your head in his palm, he pulled you into a slow, sultry kiss. At first, you thought of this term of affection as intrusive. It invaded your space physically, emotionally and mentally. But, overtime, you loved
Secret Admirer IV [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
Nothing hurt Levi more than hearing your screams and cries of despair, bouncing along the walls and piercing down to his psyche. But, overtime, these rebellious noises diminished. You resisted him less and less and even seemed to enjoy his visits . Gradually, he believed you adjusted to the idea that he indeed only wished to protect you and take care of you.
He witnessed himself how crafty and adept you could be in the underground. Despite your blindness, you learned how to avoid danger and fight off predators that crossed your path. But, in the dangerous world you lived in, one mistake was all you needed. The hollows in your collarbone and your cheeks, the sags beneath your eyes indicated how underfed you were, which lead to a physical weakness that even you could not ignore. Despite the cloudy film over your eyes, a pleasant innocence and purity resided behind those beautiful, damaged windows. You were a perfect balance o
An Eternity at Freddy'sIt is now 12 am. Midnight. I am once again in control of my body. No. This isn't my body. It is a cage. A prison for my tortured soul. A prison I can now move, but a prison nonetheless.
I begin to walk forward, one huge, fake, fuzzy foot after the other. From within this prison, I can hear my rotten flesh squelching, sometimes bone cracking, mixing with the sound of the servos in my robotic skeleton whirring. I can still smell everything; my own flesh decaying, the stench of death and the smell of the cold, sterile steel creating a truly repugnant odor. I feel moisture flowing from my eyes, my real eyes, or rather, what remains of them, and it is totally impossible for me to tell what is blood, what is pus and what is tears.
I want to scream, I want to scream so much, but my lungs have decayed and my throat is totally congested with bodily fluids. I want to go home and see my mom again, and have her tuck me into bed and sing me a lullaby so I can sleep, but she would never accept me, s
Steve x Reader Missing You
There was no sugar-coating it; Steve was miserable.
(Name) had been assigned on a mission hundreds of miles away from DC, and SHIELD wasn’t sure when she’d be back.
It was a dangerous mission, sure. But it’s not like he was overtly concerned for her well-being. She was a level seven Agent. She could handle herself.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly lonely, sitting by himself on the couch and watching The Andy Griffith Show reruns on TV. It was always more fun when (Name) was with him, attempting to explain some of the odd, outdated technology he’d missed out on while he was frozen during the 50s. They also enjoyed laughing at/mimicking the Southern drawl every character had. But since she wasn’t here, there wasn’t a point.
By his feet, (Name)’s German shepherd Finn snored, snoozing happily next to his master’s husband. Steve sighed, breaking away from the TV to reach down and pet the adventurous dog, who made a cont
2P!Axis x Child!Reader - We Meet Again
"Ah! You again!" you pointed your finger at the brown haired Italian man.
"Oh, it's you aga-" before he could even finish his sentence, he started running as you chase him around, "What do you want from me?!"
"My lasagna!" you yelled.
"What?! Lutz! Stop her!"
As soon as he said that, you were lift uop in the air by a man with a scar beneath his left eye which extends across his cheek.
He sighed, "Why are you scared of a little girl?"
"I'm not scared! It's just that she creeps me out!"
"But the girl looks normal to me." a Japanese man said.
"Put me down!" you yelled.
"Why? So you can run of and call the police?" the man with the scars said.
"No! So I can kick your butts!" you pinched his arm causing him yelp and drop you.
You landed on your foot then kicked him on his leg before grabbing your baseball bat and started chasing the three.
After five minutes or so, the Italian gave up and promised to make you lasagna if you stop hitting him and his friends. Of course, you agreed and they in
Who's the Father? (Chubby!Mom!ReaderxChildren!BTT)“Mutti! Mutti! Lets go to the park!”
“Please maman! Can we go to the park?”
(Name) was being jumped on by her three boys, the trio begging to go to the park. She chuckled at her boys and ruffled their hair, trying to settle them down. They were such a hyperactive bunch of kids, always making a mess and getting into all kinds of trouble, but (Name) didn’t mind. They were her children, blood or not, and she loved them all the same.
“If you three clean up your rooms, I’ll not only take you to the park, but buy you each a treat,” (Name) said with a smile as she crouched down to their eye level.
“Thank you!” the boy cried out and tackled (Name) in a hug, burying their faces into her soft chest.
They quickly ran off towards their combined room, leaving (Name) sitting on the floor with a wide grin on her face. As she listened to the happy chatter between her three boys, she stood up and wandered the living
2P!Prussia x Child!Reader - Sword
"Mr.Gilen! Mr.Gilen!" you said as you ran towards him while carrying his sword.
"What is it?" Gilen turned to you.
"Can you teach me how to use a sword?!"
"Follow me then." Gilen said as he walks outside the house as you follow him from behind.
Gilen pointed at a random woman who was walking across the street, "I want you to swing the sword on that woman."
You gasped, "You want me to cut her into half?!"
"Ja. Then stab the man that's walking with her. Make sure it's deep."
You nodded and ran towards the two. You first sliced both legs then slice the woman into half. Right after that, you stabbed the man on his head.
"You did a great job but I didn't tell you to slice off their legs." Gilen said as he walked towards you.
Gilen ruffed your hair, "That's okay. Now, let's go back to the house or your uncle is gonna kill me."
You smiled then nodded.
Clint x Reader Teething
Midnight was quite possibly the absolute worst time for anyone to be awake. Especially if you’re a SHIELD agent whose wife left you to go on a month-long mission. And the icing on the cake?
Your 4-month-old son is teething.
Clint groaned at the sound of the baby’s cries on the baby monitor. And while he wanted to just turn it off, he had a feeling (Name) would beat him for it. So instead he dragged himself out of bed and shuffled across the hall to the baby room, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
“Hey, buddy...what’s the matter?” He asked, yawning. He could practically feel the bags growing under his eyes. “C’mon, Mattie. This is the third week in a row. Tell your teeth to come in, already.” Clint muttered, lifting the little boy out of his crib and into strong arms.
Matthew only cried, grabbing tiny fistfuls of Clint’s shirt and sobbed into his chest. He couldn’t help but feel bad for his son. The boy was in pain, after all. No pa
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The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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