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Soap OperaEl primer amor no era en lo mas mínimo como lo describían en las novelas que tanta gente veía en la televisión, y quién mejor para juzgar eso que Anna, quien pasaba sus días enteros de lleno en la tele con una mano en la bandeja de galletas de arroz y la otra sosteniendo su cabeza.
Usualmente los protagonistas se enamoraban dos maneras: se conocían e instantáneamente se enamoraban y combatían todos los males del universo para poder estar juntos, peleaban cuanta villana se les atravesara y alguno de los dos cometía una cagada y se acostaba con quien no debía pero no os preocupeís, el amor puede mas que el dolor de una infidelidad y terminan una vez mas juntos, más unidos que nunca; y la otra manera, si la trama es verdaderamente innovadora, pues uno de los dos está enamorado de lleno pero el otro no le da bola pero ni en chiste, entonces algún acontecimiento súper marcante y amenazador para ambos toma lugar
SilencioY pasaba así sus días, acostada en la fría cama que se había convertido en su hogar, junto a otras incontables camas igual a la suya. La rodeaban, vacías, sin tocar.
Ningún otro niño tenia interés alguno en jugar con ella.
Los adultos no admitían el miedo que le tenían a esa niña; antes trataban de hablar con ella pero no eran más que palabras vacías y soltadas sin mucho interés, mentiritas blancas las cuales ella solo respondía con ojos que carecían sentimientos, una mirada vacía que les ponía la sangre fría y la piel de gallina y aún no entendían por qué una simple mirada los dejaba en ese estado.
Ya se habían rendido. Ahora se limitaban a pasar frente a su cama murmurando cosas como "caso perdido", o "pobre criatura", y el genérico "no tiene cura" y la dejaban en paz.
Pero aún estando sola, aislada, los escuchaba.
Susurros, gritos, risas,
Ototoi: Ren TaoSi una cosa tenían los Tao es que conservaban sus "títeres" en perfectas condiciones. Impecables, vestidos, sin una sola mosca Pero es que ni las moscas son tan desubicadas como para posarse sobre los valiosos cadáveres de los Tao.
E irónicamente ahí estaba él, sentado en un sitio que ningún otro ser humano podría siquiera atreverse a imaginar que existía. Estaba increíblemente aburrido, trantando de pensar qué hacer para divertirse. Verán, es que ni los peluches, ni las figuras de acción, ni los mangas, ni los rompecabezas lo mantenían distraído, nada de esos juguetes normales lo divertían Pero es que él no había sido creado para lo normal, su crianza se basaba en convertirlo en alguien extraordinario, alguien perfecto, casi una máquina. Entonces ahí estaba él. Sentado entre sus cadáveres, sus títeres, sus juguetes Lo más cercano a eso que el resto
Levi x Reader |How To Be A Good Boyfriend|"I don't see (Name) anywhere, what's up?" Hanji's cheerful voice asks, her gaze moving towards the short male in front of her, who seems deep in thought. Hanji took it upon herself to poke his cheek, which immediately brought Levi out of his thoughts, as he hissed at the sudden contact.
"Oi, I don't want your filthy finger touching me." Levi growled lowly, his mood noticeably more sour than usual. Hanji seems to take no offense as she just gives him a cheeky grin.
"Someone's in a foul mood." No reply. Hanji started intently at Levi as he worked away at his paperwork, a scowl still hardened onto his face. With a sigh, she tones down her cheery mood, and gains a more calm look.
"You two fought again, didn't you?" Levi didn't reply once again to her question, but from the way his eyebrow's furrowed more, and he picked up his pace with his writing, she took it as a yes.
"Honestly, Levi. You're such a hardhead sometimes, just apologize." Hanji mumbled, and Levi shook his head, before finall
The Perfect Punishment (Tutor!Sebastian x Reader)
You watched his lips move in mute fascination, the thin, pale petals flowing over antiquated terms. You learned on the hard oak table while your chin was cupped in your palm. You vaguely understood that Sebastian was discussing that Shakespeare fellow, but you couldn't care less. All you needed to know was that gorgeous cardinal eyes were fixated on your young form, and that his blindingly handsome face looked so sexy when he concentrated.
You blinked, sitting back so quickly the chair wavered. You felt like he had asked something of importance. Hot embarrassment crept up your neck as a heavily awkward silence set in.
"I asked you, do you understand Ophelia and Hamlets importance to the play?"
You feigned a cough as you scrambled to organize your notes. Their was no point to this action, seeing as you hadn't written a damn thing since your tutor started talk
Practice (Instructor!Levi X Dancer!Reader) AU
The light sound of footsteps patted against the floor impatiently, soft hums heard from the corners of the room. You glanced around nervously, rubbing your bare arms. No one told you the attire was so revealing. Maybe to some it was fine, but you felt so exposed. Small straps covering a portion of your shoulders, tight black leotard with a silky raven tutu. One of the perks of being a dancer, the clothes.
Just taking a look around, you could tell you wouldn’t be the best. There were the girls that looked small and nimble, already stretching along the bars. Then there were the other females who looked strong enough to rip a blue whale in half. Your gaze wandered off to the boys. Some were scrawny, though flexible, as others arms rippled with muscles as the girls giggled in the sidelines.
What were you doing? The absolute opposite of everyone else. Just reading a lovely romance novel, like any other anti-social idiot. You weren’t here to make friends though, you were here to
Russia x Reader: Father FrostYou hated your stepmother. You hated her to the point that if anything happened to her, you doubted you could even pretend to care. The same went for her daughter – your stepsister. How could your sweet, loving father have married such a witch? It had to be for beauty. There was no doubt that your stepmother was a very beautiful woman and her daughter was pretty as well. But what did it matter if someone could look like an angel and behave like a devil?
The feeling was mutual by the way. Every day you grew more beautiful and, despite your hatred, more virtuous. You were kind to all and respected everyone (unless they didn’t deserve it). Needless to say that the daughter hated you too. She grew prettier but remained as cruel as ever, showing kindness only when she desired something and contempt when she didn’t.
“Good morning, ______,” greeted your father as you entered the kitchen.
“Good morning to you as well, father,” you chirped as you placed
Sebastian-x-Abused! Reader: Sunset
Sebastian-x-Abused! Reader: Sunset
She sat crying into her hands; invisible to those who surrounded her. She had been in the same spot for hours- unmoving and wretched, as the sun began to set in her blurred vision. With each fresh tear she shed- another person passed by.
No one saw the battered and broken young woman, because they didn’t wish to see something so awkward and ugly. They didn’t wish to be involved. So they willingly stayed blind.
The broken figure- a young girl on the cusp of womanhood- sat alone and abandoned, where someone could have helped her, but no one did. Hiding in plain sight, and shunned by all.
There was so much pain . . . broken and bloody and deranged. . . So much fear. . . More than she could take. . . More than she should have had to bear.
(F/n) breathed heavily-
Levi x Reader |Just Relax| AU Drabble"(Name), you should take a break, you dumb ass. You're going to overwork yourself." Levi, your wonderfully encouraging boyfriend told you, as you were currently scribbling away on some dumb work your professor gave you.
"I have to get this done. It's due tomorrow." You told him, as your eyebrows gently began to crease together, a look of concentration settling on your visage. Levi let out a quiet sigh as he observed your appearance. You were currently wearing an old shirt of his that was surprisingly big on you, some fluffy pajama pants, and a scent of coffee surrounding you. Since you had to stay up quite often to finish your work, coffee was your savior.
Levi honestly did feel bad for you. Sometimes you would break down and cry from the stress college had caused you, or even just pass out from sleep deprivation. He wasn't good at being a comforting person - that was never exactly his thing. All he could offer was an encouraging peck on the lips, and a trip to Starbucks every now and
Chains: Part 46 (Eyeless Jack x Reader)
EDIT: Somehow the last part of the chapter did not transfer when I copied and pasted!! It continues after Jack first says "Microsleep". Sorry for the inconvenience!
I finished off my sandwich in silence, sighing as I washed it down with a glass of [drink]. Today, Jack was just acting... off. Usually when I ate he’d try to sneak up behind me and sniff my hair, but today he just sat across from me and kept spacing out. I even “meowed” at him three times without any reaction. Meowing ALWAYS got his attention, regardless of what he was doing; I’d managed to chase him out of the cabin once or twice so he could finish a book. Given that not even that worked, this just felt REALLY serious.
What was on his mind? He seemed so bothered. Did he—
My thoughts were cut off as I heard a loud ‘thump’, making me give
Sweetcake [Levi x Reader] (Drabble)
There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to verify his devotion. Not a single thing can restrain him from this sweet paradise. The perfection of her unsullied, vanilla skin elicits goosebumps under a tender fingertip’s touch. Hearing the delicate tone of her voice takes hold of him, relaxing him to surrender within its warm embrace. Compared to the distant glimmer of the stars above, they fall short of matching the glister in her eyes; even in all their numbers.
As her frame stands tall under dawn’s greeting, gusts of subtle winds join to enhance her elegance. Strands of silk tresses are caught in the fondling gales, dancing around the countenance that’s been imprinted in Levi’s mind for so long. Her lively hues give an innocent blink, darting over to find his; a gaze that she forever longs to see, never to lose sight of.
“Oi... What is it now?” he breathes
Bonnie x reader Five nights at Freddy's You cleaned the animatronics daily. You would find lots of unknown substances in them but, today was by far the messiest. You stared at Bonnie shaking your head disapprovingly. You had peeked into his mouth and found ripped up jeans in his mouth. "Gheezus Bonnie how'd you get jeans in you!" you scolded. You knew kids were a bit crazy and touchy so you didn't get too shocked when you found weird things in them. "Kids these days no discipline or respect for others right Bonnie?" you petted his now clean fur. Of course you got no response. You sighed and began cleaning his insides from food, silverware, and other suspicious substances. You were nearly done cleaning when you saw a glint of something golden. You pulled it out and examined the object. It was a golden necklace with a blue heart pendant. You opened the pendant and it was empty to your surprise. You set the necklace aside and continued your work.
After you finished headed out before the security arrived. As you were about
ReasonsIt's the way her hair gets tangled in her sleep, the way she'd kiss Men seconds after he falls asleep, the way she receives him every evening when he finally comes home after work; a gentle kiss, lips nearly brushing, and a warm smile; the smell of tomato fried rice with topping of crab omelet and demi-glace ankake sauce(1)numbing his senses.
Ren has never been the romantic type of man; he has never aspired to have a family and never dared to dream of true happiness. Somehow she popped out of nowhere and changed a bit of himself. He fell in love. The moment Yoh saw him, he knew. It was obvious to anyone who'd been in love; Ren had the same puppy-in-love eyes Yoh saw reflected in the mirror each day. That day, the day of the reunion, all 'em legendary warriors asked the same question -to themselves, of course, who'd want to unleash the fury of O-Ren Tao almighty?- how did Ren and Jeanne end up together? The truth is that nobody knew, but what the hell, even Ren himself didn't kno
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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