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Read the Intro first~ You were content with sitting at the table and watching your friends pair up with each other until someone tapped your shoulder and cleared their throat. You turned your head, your (e/c) eyes wide in surprise and saw.... Levi Ackerman, looking bored as ever but incredibly charming in his all black suit and tie. His black hair was slicked into place and his silver eyes studied you as an expectant hand was held out. He quirked an eyebrow and frowned, "Are you going to just sit there and stare or are you going to dance with me?" You hurriedly rose from your seat, placing your hand in his, "S-Sorry. I just... Wasn't expec

"H-huh?" You murmured, gazing down at a small note that was left on your desk. Your small hand went down to grab it, and you focused on what the contents of the piece of paper said. It was scribbled sloppily, and creases scarred the piece of paper. The handwriting didn't seem to be very neat either. 'Dear brat, I'd like for you to come meet me at the playground today. That'd be cool. If you don't come, Santa told me you will get coal for Christmas. I guess you don't want that, so meet me, okay? You blinked a few times, before placing the paper down. At any moment, you suspected that your teacher would be calling for recess time. Your thumb

     Looking out on the stage before me, I wrung my hands together nervously. Much like The Walking Dead, Attack on Titan had become popular enough to warrant it’s own talk show after the new episode premiered. The host of the show took center stage as the lights illuminated the furniture adorned set. Off to the side I noticed a large piece of the wall covered by a thick cloth-like material.     That cloth meant that a new character had reached 10,000 likes, followers, and fans and their picture would be on this set to show that accomplishment. Maybe it would be Erwin or Hanji since this particular picture would be

September 11, 2001 Alfred groaned as his alarm went off. The incessant beeping continued until he hit the snooze button. Bright red letter proclaimed that it was 7:45 AM. Knowing he was going to be late for work if he slept in any later, he drug himself out of bed, nearly stubbing his toe on the night stand. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed his glasses and headed for the bathroom. Bright blue eyes stared back at him in the mirror. He looked like hell, as he did every morning. After waking himself up by splashing cold water on his face, he snuck a peek outside of his window. It was a beautiful day in New York City! The sky was as b

So this is an older fanfic I wrote late at night about my favorite Hetalia character, America -w- Warning: It's about 9-11, so please, if that topic triggers you or something, don't keep reading. It was a horrible thing and I really don't want to upset anyone c: It started off as a normal Tuesday morning. The time was approximately 8 o'clock and a certain blonde, blue eyed nation was surprisingly up. Nightmares had woken him and he was unable to get back to sleep. It was a good thing, though, seeing today a World Meeting was being held early. He stood up from his bed, rubbing his eyes and walking over to his dresser where his glasses were. O

(y/n) stood in the host club. It was several hours before it was to be open to the public. Kyoya paced back and forth. Each step in tuned with the last. “seeing that you and Haruhi have pulled off this little stunt, she has been booked to the max.” Kyoya laughed a bit. “she nearly broke Tamaki’s record.” (y/n) looked over at Tamaki’s red face. “Don’t you dare slander my name like this Kyoya!” Kyoya chuckled some more. “Anyway miss (l/n), to ensure that nothing like this happens again, i would like to ask you to refrain from being up here so often. We are doing our best to keep sales

You woke early that day, eating your breakfast in the kitchen. After finishing it, you returned to your room, opening the curtains. You opened the window to stand on your balcony, observing the cars passing by. The 21th century... It was truly a strange era. “Mom! Della is hitting Lance again!” Tara cried downstairs. “I'm not! You are the one who did!” her twin sister cried back. You face palmed yourself before giggling loudly. You walked downstairs to see all your children. Hazel and Lukas, who were now '20' years old, were sipping their tea in silence, wearing clothes which tested your sanity. Was it you or did i

You Need (Sebastian x Reader One Shot) Listen here for mood music that inspired the piece:: https://youtu.be/d30MuBIRYwk You Need -The Bengsons (If the link doesn't work, go to the description part.) You hadn’t expected to find yourself at the Phantomhive Manor this evening, and yet here you were, attending a ball with some ridiculous viscount who actually thought he had a chance with you. He wasn’t the kind of man you were looking for, and you doubted there would be any man to fill your needs at a ridiculous ball for noblemen. As you made your way around the edge of the hall, you became aware of a pair of deep crimson eyes fo

You looked around the waiting room. Your husband was off checking you into the maternity ward and you were told 'don't move or daddy will be very scared!' you chuckled at your husband's ditzy antics and got comfy in your chair. "hello are you Mrs.Suoh?" a kind faced nurse asked you. You nodded and tried to get out of your chair. "wait wait! [y/n] don't exert yourself!" you felt strong arms wrap around you -mindful of the baby of course- and lift you out of your seat. "see you can't be doing much work you might hurt the baby!" "you know I'm not gonna break." you said playfully swatting away his hands. You both fallowed the nurse down a hall