Mystery Twins: Paranormal Investigators PREVIEW!Our father disappeared when we were 6, and I don’t remember much about him. From what I can remember, and from what our mother tells us, he had the same face as us, but his hair was dark and his eyes were bright blue, almost a complete opposite of our ginger hair and brown eyes. Mom says he was a brave man, but kids at school and people around town say otherwise. They call him a coward who left his family because he was scared of settling down.Mystery Twins: Paranormal Investigators PREVIEW! by Animeblood666
That’s why we moved, we used to live in a small, rural suburb where you had to drive 20 minutes to go grocery shopping, and where everyone knew your name, but we left that place, and moved to an old town, called Withering Bluffs. We live down the street from the high school we’ll be attending; Mom took a job as a waitress at the all day breakfast café down town, both me and Ox need to find part time jobs too, we’re old enough after all.
Our house is big, two stories, and very old, which is probably why it was so chea
Warmth || Marco Bott x Male!Reader [AU]Warmth || Marco Bott x Male!Reader [AU] by KatelinLikesFeenie
You would always remember the first day when Marco walked exhausted and depressed into the room you both shared in a dorm in college.
The usually smiling Bott threw his stuff onto his bed on the right side of the room and followed soon suit with his body, the face buried in the pillow with the arms limply laying by his side.
Placing a marker between the pages, you closed your book and pushed back your glasses with blinking eyes.
“Marco?”, you spoke his name in a questioning tone and stood up with the book in your hands before walking over to the saddened male.
Softly, you sat down on the space that was left between his left leg and the edge of the mattress.
“Got your panties in a twist? Feeling down?”
You saw him nod a few times into the pillow and furrowed your brow slightly at that sight.
It was very unusual to see him that upset.
Even when you had only known him since begin of college, you knew it was serious business when he was wearing that face with the up
Public Embarrassment. (Levi x Reader)Public Embarrassment. (Levi x Reader) by captainsam1
"Eeeekkk! I can't do this!" I squealed standing behind a pillar at the Survey Corps Christmas party.
"Just drink a few beers and go up to him!" Sasha said encouragingly.
"What are you crazy?! I can't do that in front of him!!" I peeked out from the pillar slightly, glancing over to Levi, he was sitting down in a chair with a bored expression and a drink in one hand. Levi looked up ever so slightly, glaring at everything around him, he laid his eyes on me, I squeaked in horror and plastered myself against the pillar.
"I'm going to have a heart attack. I can't breathe, help. Help. Help. This is worse than fighting a effin' titan." I started heaving, clutching my chest. "He looked at me guys." I stared at Sasha, Mikasa, Historia and Annie.
"Wow, you look really pathetic.." Annie muttered, rolling her eyes. "Watch it." Annie then walked away, leaving us all puzzled with her words.
"What are you little shits doing?" Levi came up behind me with a hostile voice right next to my ear. I screame
Not so heartless (Natasha x Male! Reader)Not so heartless (Natasha x Male! Reader)Not so heartless (Natasha x Male! Reader) by KOREAlchemist
“It’s a bad idea!”
“She’s a man-eater; she’ll eat you up and spit you back out!”
“That lady will kill you on the spot!”
Every comment was running through your head at you were walking around with Clint, hesitantly heading to confront Natasha, your so-called demise. Ever since you began working at S.H.I.E.L.D., you became infatuated with the assassin. You couldn’t help it; she was beautiful, sharp, and she could hold her own. Whenever you saw her, your heart seemed to skip a beat faster and sweat would start to form at your palms. Just thinking about her was causing all these symptoms; it was just that power she had over you or so you guessed. You were scratching your neck, nervous about what you were going to do next.
“So,” Clint started, trying to get rid of the awkward silence, “You’re going to ask Natasha on a date?”