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Ditching [Rose x Reader]Ditching [Rose x Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
I'm sitting in Creative Writing, bored out of my mind. I've shared my piece for the week and nobody else is interesting enough to warrant paying attention.
Suddenly, a pair of lavender eyes greet my own. I stop my internal grumbling and stare. They're vivid, like something out of a dream. The owner of the eyes makes her way over to me, an inquisitive quirk to her black-painted lips.
"Hello, I'm Rose Lalonde." She seats herself next to me, crossing one black-skinny-jean-clad leg over the other. Her white hair, tinged slightly blonde, is pushed back with a purple headband.
"Hi, I'm ______." Her eyes scream of intelligence.
"I couldn't help but notice you. I'm new here; my sister and I, actually."
Just then, two boys rocket by on a creamsicle orange hoverboard.
"STRIDER! GET BACK HERE!" A teacher yells, running after them. The taller one laughs raucously and the board speeds up.
"Those are my cousins." Amusement is evident in Rose's expression.
"I wish I had the courage to do something li
Because Freedom ~ [America x Reader]Because Freedom ~ [America x Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
“Hey, Al?” I called from the kitchen, where I had been icing his birthday cake.
“Yeah, babe?” He replied, over the sound of the Team America soundtrack.
“Could you come and help me with these dishes?”
“Because freedom.” I could practically hear the glee in Alfred’s voice as he said it.
“You won’t have any damn freedom or cake if you don’t get your ass in here.”
“MY FREEDOM WILL PROTECT ME~!” He yelled, running past me with a sheet tied around his broad shoulders like a cape.
I caught a corner of the sheet and pulled with all my might, making him slide unsteadily across the floor, and come crashing into me. Much to his amusement, my bowl of extra frosting had come down on my chest, basically ruining my shirt and splattering my face and neck.
“Alfred Jones, I swear to God I will kill you, freedom or not.”
He smirked from a
That Bad? ~ [Yorick x Fatina] [Request for Soxxy]“So, Fatina,” Yorick smirked, “as you know, I hate you. And I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure you hate me. However, my hate for you isn’t necessarily platonic. And so, after a lot of thought, I’ve decided to ask you to be my kismesis.”That Bad? ~ [Yorick x Fatina] [Request for Soxxy] by ittybittyfangirl
A pretty green flush began to spread across Fatina’s face as she processed this new information.
“I--sure. Why not?” Her voice was quiet, but still loud enough for Yorick to hear her confirmation. A new edge entered her words, however, making them sound a bit sharper.
“Good.” And with that, Yorick crossed the room in four long strides, picked Fatina up by the front of her shirt, and slammed his lips to hers with every ounce of hate he could muster. She returned, albeit slowly at first, and then got bolder as the kiss went on. Finally, she had to breathe, and pulled back.
“I think you can do better than that, Lycaon." Fatina challenged, suddenly energized by the rush of ha
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Steve X Reader: Birthday WishesSteve X Reader: Birthday Wishes by RobotToxic
The alarm went off, waking you up from your dreamless slumber. You groaned and slammed your fist on the snooze button, too tired to get up and to care about anything. You closed your eyes and turned to your other side. Our arm plopped outstretched. It took you a while to realize that your arm hit mattress. With your eyes still closed, you skimmed your arm around in the empty space, feeling nothing but cloth. You opened up one eye groggily. What you didn't see made your other snap open and make you sit up quickly. "Steve?" You called in the room.
You and Steve have known each other for a long time. It only seemed like yesterday when you first met him at the park but years have past since then. Fast forward a couple of years and now you two were only in the greatest relationship ever! He is your world and you're his. It's weird that you weren't married to each other yet but you're taking one step at a time. After all, you just moved in with him not that long ago. But no matter how
Even His Butt - Steve Rogers/Reader OS"Incoming!" Louise shouted just as ketchup and mustard flew across the room towards Gene but landed on your face and in your hair.Even His Butt - Steve Rogers/Reader OS by HerMajestyElsa
“Kids! Be nice to your cousin!” Linda barked.
“Oh, come on Mom, we were just goofing around!” Louise insisted.
“It’s fine, Aunt Linda,” you said with a chuckle. You wiped some ketchup off of your forehead with a napkin from the dispenser. “I’ve handled worse.”
“Oh sweetie, you’ve got some in your hair,” Linda said with a sigh. “Come on, I’ll show you to the sink.”
“Thanks,” you said as you slid out of the booth and followed your Aunt Linda to the back of the restaurant. Your Uncle Bob had a few burgers on the grill and fries in the cooker.
“Did Louise start a ketchup and mustard war with Gene?” Bob guessed.
“Yup,” you said. “Apparently I was the first target.”
“It happens sometimes,” Tina said monotonous
American Woman - Steve Rogers x Reader one shot** Warning: some light cursing. Just an FYI **American Woman - Steve Rogers x Reader one shot by HerMajestyElsa
“Look Steve,” Tony said. “It’s your people.”
Steve looked over down the beach to see a roped off section. There were four girls in various American flag bikinis. The ones that weren’t having their photo taken were dancing to a rock song.
'American woman, momma let me be…'
“Who are they? The new USO girls?” Steve asked.
Tony chortled. “Those don’t exist anymore, Spangles. I think they’re just models.”
“Fourth of July is coming up soon,” Clint mentioned. “They’re probably doing a photo shoot for some magazine’s July issue.”
Steve’s eyes were glued to the girls. Two of them were dancing very provocatively but were laughing as one grinded on the other.
As the four of them took group pictures posing like old pin ups and waving an American flag around with their hands, Steve’s eye caught onto you. He noticed your red