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‘Hello darling – Tony’
‘Don’t call me that – YN’
‘You know you like it ;D – Tony’
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‘Thor sweetie we’ve spoken about this. Lower case letters – YN’
‘Sorry – Thor’
‘Hey how come he gets a nickname? – Tony’
‘Ok I’ll give you one – YN’
‘Yay! – Tony’
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Mine? (Creepy PastaXReader)“Damit!” You exclaimed tossing your controller on the ground in front of you while BEN laughed beside you.
“I win now pay up” BEN grinned in triumph.
“Cheating bastard” You muttered turning to face him.
“I play fair” BEN said before he smashed his lips to yours. You mentally sighed before kissing him back making him smirk against your lips.
“How about another game?” BEN challenged once he pulled away.
“How about 50 bucks says I can make Slendy uncomfortable” You bet.
“Deal” BEN nodded giving you another kiss which you resisted before you both stood up and
went into the kitchen to see everyone eating lunch. You smirked when you saw Slenderman sitting beside Jeff. BEN watched you curiously as you went over to sit beside Slenderman.
“Hey Slendy is that a new suit?” You ask making everyone look to you.
“No why?” Slenderman replied.
“No reason. It looks really good on you”
Prussia x Reader x England- Perverted Conversation"Arthur,Gilbo! i'm home from school." You yelled loudly, setting down your backpack on the living room floor, and throwing yourself on the couch. You sighed and shoved your head into a pillow comfortably. "Welcome home, love. How was school?" Arthur came downstairs, his arms out widely, hoping to get a hug from you. "Meh-ish." You groaned and leaned in slightly as you lay down, you hugged him and let him sit down, removing your feet that were in the way.
"Where's Gilbo?" You raised an eyebrow and began to yawn and shiver. "I believe he's in his room." Arthur shrugged and looked over at you. "Are you cold?"
Arthur stood up, he went upstairs to retrieve a blanket for you, as you began to unwind and remember when you first moved in with the boys. They were really close friends and all, it was fun living with both the boys that were complete opposites. "Here you go, love. I hope that's warm enough for you, since it's mine." Arthur had a slight smirk on the edge of his lips. "
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him
L x ReaderHumming happily, you pushed the cart chalk full of various sweets down the hall of the investigation headquarters. Usually this was Watari's job, but he looked so tired that you requested to do it. Luckily, he recognized you right away.
Opening a set of doors you see two serious looking men crowding around a computer screen with L sitting in his usual pose in the middle of all of it.
"Mr. Stalker, can you just let me go?" a high pitched voice whined from the computer. You raise an eyebrow at the computer screen, showing a blond girl fully restrained to a chair.
"'Mr. Stalker'? That's one of the kinder names you've been called," you comment, breaking the silence. The men looked stunned to see you while L glances back and nods. You push the cart up to him and hand him a slice of cake, then take one for yourself and the seat next to him.
"Soooooo, what are we watching?" you ask, eating some of the cake.
"Miss Misa Amane," L answers without looking at you.
"We suspect her-" holding up your
He said Big Brother ::NorwayxReaderxIceland::“I WILL KILL YOU!”
You hear someone shout from the living room.
Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out.
He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth.
Now you were confused.
Why was Norway hiding from Iceland?
“Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries.
Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder.
“He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly
“He called you big brother? How’d you do that?”
Iceland whips his head toward both of you having a look of rage pasted onto his cool exterior.
“HE TRICKED ME! HE USED DIRTY METHODS! HE’S A PERVERT!”
Norway chuckled from behind you.
“…what exactly did he do…?”
He just turned his head mumbling something to himself in his own language.
“Well I’m not telli
Summoning Cthulhu For DummiesHow To Summon the Dark Priest Cthulhu
Ten Easy Steps to Awaken Your Very Own Eldritch Horror
Have you ever looked up at the stars and wondered what strange, unearthly phantoms seeped down from them in aeons past? Ever wanted to prove your worth to the entire world and simultaneously erase the stain of humanity from its surface? Ever had an overwhelming urge to seek out the forbidden knowledge posessed by those who cannot be named? Well, now you can do all these things, and many more! Great Cthulhu, the High Priest of the horrific Elder Gods, lies dreaming in the sunken city at the bottom of the primal ocean, and now the power to raise him from his ancient slumber is in your hands! Just follow these easy instructions to the letter, and you'll be singlehandedly responsible for the demolition of everything pure in the universe in no time!
1. Find ye the Necronomicon.
This step is often difficult, as the Necronomicon, written by the mad Arab Abdul Al
Masky x Reader- Sleepover
Male/Fem Reader- you choose
Why couldn't he just leave you alone!? He was everywhere you were, either hiding in the shadows or making himself obvious to you that he was walking right behind you on your way home and to school. He rarely talked, he just followed you like a lost puppy. You had no idea who he was, only that he went by the name 'Masky' which in your opinion, fit him well seeing how he wore one. It was milky white, sometimes a few smears of dried dirt on it would be there when you see him, but most of the time he kept it clean and in good shape. It had black, feminine lips and black circles as eyes, strange arched eyebrows just above them as the only features on the mask Masky wore. He also was always seen in a tan jacket and a pair of jeans. At first you thought he might be homeless, but from the looks of him, he seemed in quite decent shape. Hair was always brushed, clothes weren'
Russia X Baby!Reader My Little Sunflower Chapter 1
The world conference for countries went along as usual. France and England spewed insults and swears at one another that would've made Romano proud, while America stood on the side, watching and laughing obnoxiously. Germany was quickly losing his temper and patience with all of them, and Italy was (as usual) staring off into space.
Though, for some reason, it seemed...different. None of the nations knew exactly what it was, but something was definitely off balance in this meeting.
After a bit, when the rest of the *cough brainless cough* countries realized what was going on, they all (miraculously) quieted down, and the soft voice of someone singing rang through the room. They were singing in a foreign language, only known by a few of the other nations fluently. Slowly, the world turned their heads to face the person who was singing.
Cue the jaw-drop.
It was Russia who was singing. His voice was soft yet clear, and he made little to no mistakes. He was standing by the large window in