I'm Jess, from Michigan. Whoopee, I know.
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Not Amused - AoT/SnK Oneshot“And when he did…her head fell off!”Not Amused - AoT/SnK Oneshot by TeddyTen
Sasha squeals with excitement, looking at the people congregated around the fire, trying to see who has gotten freaked out the most. They can easily be divided into three groups:
The Scared, which includes Krista and Reiner, who are currently clinging to each other for dear life, and Connie, who is peeking out from under his Cadet jacket that he has pulled up over his head.
The Enraptured, consisting of a very attentive Armin, a slightly entertained Bertolt, and a wide-eyed Eren.
And The Indifferent, made up of Mikasa and Annie, who, as usual, have very little to read on their faces.
Jean, however, has a category all to himself: The Not Amused. He rolls his eyes, hoisting himself to his feet and brushing the dirt from his pants.
“Hey, where are you going?” Connie asks, his voice muffled from under his jacket.
“This is lame. I’d seriously rather run laps til sunup.” Jean scoffs, starting away from the f
Canada x Reader - White FluffRunning in circles, hands thrown out to your sides, you tromp through the fresh snow that sparkles in the uncharacteristic sunshine of midday. You quickly get dizzy, and you stop running and fall dramatically backwards, sinking into the foot or so of white powder that covers the yard, and the neighborhood, as far as the eye can see. You giggle, sliding your arms and legs back and forth in the snow, making the biggest possible wings and dress for your snow angel. Closing your eyes, you thoroughly enjoy breathing in the crisp, cool air that stings at your flushed cheeks.Canada x Reader - White Fluff by TeddyTen
“Uh, (name)?” A soft voice calls out to you, and you lift your head an inch or two but still can’t see past your puffy winter coat. Setting your hat-swaddled head back onto the ground, you stare up at the blue sky, puffing your cheeks out and letting the warm air out slowly, watching it rise and disappear.
“(Name).” The voice says again, and something pokes your leg. You haul yourself up, wi
Dean x Reader - Angel With A ShotgunA bit of language in this, you've been warned.
I don’t want to go. Not like this.
Echoing through the murk of your consciousness, the thought stings like a hot knife in your gut. It almost out-shadows the true pain radiating from your belly, a sickly warm feeling that singes up your spine and renders you utterly helpless.
A pair of worn out cowboy boots comes into your fading vision, walking closer to you across the dirty wooden floor. The vicious grin on his face can be felt like a fever across your skin. You moan softly, hand slowly finding the wound, wet and tender under your sliced shirt.
Damnit, (name)! I told you not to go without me.
Dean slams his palm down on the steering wheel, his free hand brought to his mouth to chew absentmindedly on his thumbnail. A gross habit, you’d called it, and you’d almost gotten him to quit. It only comes out now when he’s concerned. And oh, hell, is he concerned.
A shifter for Christ’s sa
Spain x Reader - Rainy FridaysTapping your toe against the shiny tiles of the terminal, you look at your watch and sigh. The airport announcer said five minutes ago that Flight Whatever from Who-The-Hell-Cares-istan had arrived and the passengers were all unloaded. So where is he?
It’s not like you even want to be here right now, spending your Friday night in the airport waiting to pick up your best friend’s cousin because she got stuck at work. Friday nights are for relaxing and drinking wine, and certainly not for waiting around under fluorescent lights for a man you’d never met, let alone never being told what he looks like.
Your feet are killing you. Eight – no, make that ten now - hours in five inch heels without a chance to stop home and change are doing absolutely nothing to help your mood at the moment. You’re tired, you’re frustrated, and so help you god if that announcer tells the whole airport not to leave any belongings unattended even one more time, you are mo