Velvetassassin1619

You grab bottles of beer and scramble from table to table, greeting and thanking various customers simultaneously. Another busy day at 7th Heaven. Finally emptying your hands of beer, you leaned on a vacant table to catch your breath. "(F/N)!" You groaned and pushed yourself off the table. "Yeah Tifa?" "More cups for table 6 please." She quickly hands you a few cups before running and apologizing profusely to impatient customers. You sprint to table 6 and nearly threw the cups at the couple's faces. "(F/N), wash the tables please!" Tifa's strong voice called to you. You mentally pulled yourself together and drenched a rag in a soapy sink

Taken (Viking Denmark xReader) 01 ''Good morning _______'' You tipped your head and smiled at the elderly woman that had just passed you. It was a day just like any other, you were on your way to the market to buy some freshly caught fish for today's dinner, and on the way there you met all kinds of people from the village. Your (h/c) hair in a high ponytail, keeping it away from your face as much as possible, you were wearing a simple, white linen shirt and a black skirt that barely touched the ground as you walked. You had survived you twentieth winter, and you had grown into a lovely and independent young lady. Men wanted you, the women

“To be or not to be, that is the question…” “At what point does brilliant just become really, really self-indulgent?” the Doctor asked, his voice a muffled grumble. You shushed him without looking at him. He seemed to sink into his trench coat, the collar rising to his chin, his body scrunching into one very sulky ball. “Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune…” The Doctor snorted. “I’ll give him relatability. Definitely one for suffering right now.” You ignored him, and his eyes narrowed as they scanned your face. Enrapt

You turned on the water, hugging your bathrobe around your body as you tested the water’s temperature. Perfect. You took your bottle of bubble bath and poured some of it into the tub, smiling as the bubbles foamed upwards and you took off the robe, than slipped into the water. Sinking down, you watched the bubbles rise around you, and you fell into a peaceful bliss. You heard the flutter of wings and your eyes snapped open, recognizing the sound. You groaned, ‘now?’ you thought to yourself. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” A certain archangel smirked, standing over the tub, hands in his jeans pockets

Grumpy Sleeper (England x Reader) ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Warning Cheeky brit ahead! Hope you Enjoy it :3 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ~~~(Name) POV~~~ You couldn't decide whether or not it was sad or adorable, the fact that the grumpy brit was also a grumpy sleeper. Like seriously did this guy ever smile unless it was for a cup of tea, his magical ‘Friends’ or if he was drunk? You were on your way back to England after visiting Alfred in America and were on a plane with only a few people on it- curtsey of Alfred and his government. Arthur was snuggled up into a bl

Thor studied you carefully as you slept, facing him with a blissful expression on your face. He licked his lips as his gentle blue eyes carefully scanned your features. You were beautiful. And he was unworthy to be able to call you his wife. The sun was beginning to rise (Thor hadn’t slept all night, though he didn’t feel an ounce of fatigue) and the glow of the sunrise illuminated your features more. Carefully, slowly he brought his hand to your face, curling his fingers to his palm and grazing your soft cheek, completely entranced by you. He loved you like no one else. There was no way he could have feelings such as the ones

She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs. She slides her hands over her stomach, and she smiles as her hand glides over a bone. Not a morsel of food will pass her lips. She looks as if the slightest breeze will blow her away. As if the slightest touch would break her. So pale and fragile looking, yet so elegant. Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.

Takes place between Free! Iwatobi Swim Club and Free! Eternal Summer It's lunchtime and Iwatobi High School is bustling louder than ever. Today is Valentine's Day and many of the female students are giving gifts of adoration to their crushes. The homeroom you share with Haruka and Makoto is loud as well; Makoto was unaware of his popularity amongst the freshmen students until... "Tachibana-senpai! I made you chocolate!" "Me too! You're so cool, Tachibana-senpai!" "A-ah! I'm not that cool! Really, I'm not..." Makoto blushes, shocked by the number of gifts he's receiving. On the other hand, you are shy about your feelings for the captain o

It was comfortable. The warmth of the blankets enveloping you, the soft and steady noise of the rain pouring constantly outside calming you somehow, the steaming cup of hot cocoa in your hands warming your permanently cold hands. Truly an ideal Sunday to spend inside lying on the couch all day long…   If you weren’t hangover. Damn Eren for daring me to challenge Mikasa’s cousin in a drinking contest and damn that shrimp for having an iron liver. For being a meter and a kinder tall, that guy sure can drink. Massaging your temple with your left hand, you could only regret your choices during the previous Saturday night and

The soles of your shoes scuffed against the hallway floors as you hugged your books to your chest. A gray light flooded through the windows at your side, casting strange shadows across the walls. A red ribbon of a second-year student fluttered at your neck. You had been running at a light pace but it withered down to a tired speed-walk after about a minute. The school was completely empty by now. Apparently today of all days had to be the one where you were kept after school to distribute student notices, clean up, and lock the classroom. Nobody had helped you at the time either, so it took a lot longer than it usually would have. Your body c

         You pace back and forth in front the door to an office at the Obscurus Books company, biting your nails nervously. A few moments before your life long friend (and crush), Newt Scamander, walked into said office door to have a "meeting" with Augustus Worme. Worme was head of Obscurus Books and had wanted to see Newt about some important business. You figured that Worme would want to talk to Newt alone, so you waited outside the office for him. But all this waiting made you nervous. You had a pretty good idea of why Newt was there, but not fully. You figured that Worme wanted Newt for something book related, but you weren't sure what t

(A/N: Kind of a sequel to Midnight Texts (Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader) Warning for cursing and tsundere-ness, and crackfic tendencies.) [9:51 pm] From: The Idiot That Belongs To Me To: My Little Charmander ♥ Omg Uraaaaaa!!!! [9:51] I found the most AMAZING cover! [9:51] You have to listen to it! [9:51] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v408abwqorQ [9:52] His voice is sooooo hot (*≧▽≦) [9:53] Ura-chan? [9:53] Uraraka~~ [9:53] Oh crap. Kacchan just ignore [9:53] From: My Little Charmander ♥ To: The Idiot That Belongs To Me Who the HELL is this guy? [9:54] From: The Idiot That Belongs To Me T

        The last mission didn’t went out as well as planned, for you at least. You have gotten some heavy injuries, almost causing you to black out right then and there on the ground. If soldier 76 wasn’t there, you might have died. He kept you in cover until Mercy was able to arrive at the scene to get you away from the action. Now you were resting in one of the white beds in the medic area of the base, slowly recovering.        “Are you doing ok love?” Tracer stood beside your bed, voice full of concern.        “I should be fine, Mercy is a good doctor and she’s been taking good care of me” you