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“Cindy to the register, Cindy to the register.” A voice spoke over the intercom. Y/n paid no attention. She kept her focus on the many rows of tampons in front of her. So many options, not that many differences. Y/n had been planning to go on a vampire hunt with the brothers that evening but now it looked like she would have to stay behind. Fresh blood was like catnip to vampires, they could smell it a mile away. She grabbed a value pack and threw it into her hand basket with the blue Gatorade and the cheap candy she splurged on. Y/n tapped her foot as she waited in the check out line. She silently prayed the wad of toilet paper

Fandom: Attack On Titan/ Shingeki No Kyojin Reader-insert: Female Warning: Cursing (y/n) took a seat in front of Levi's desk. He was standing next to his office's window looking at the training grounds. "What do you need to discuss with me, Levi?" Asked Squad Leader (y/n). "I need your help." Replied Levi without looking at her. "Did something happen?" Concern evident in her voice. Levi sighed and turned to take a seat. "As you already know I have trouble sleeping which means I only sleep an average of two to three hours.” She nodded and he continued. "Do you know how much have I slept this past week?" "No. But judging by the

"You look a little lost." Hisagi Shuuhei glanced up. His head had been gravitating towards the bar, sake making him dazed and sluggish. Though it had been Matsumoto's idea to go out for drinks, she and Kira had left some time ago, Kira slurring and Matsumoto singing a loud, bawdy song that was nowhere near the right key. He didn't feel like returning to the Ninth Division just yet, his bedroom seeming cold and remote in his mind's eye. Blearily, he glanced to his left where a fellow Shinigami was leaning by the bar, watching him with a sympathetic tilt of their head. Hisagi blinked, caught off guard. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" he asked, f

“I did not!” You giggled at the skeptical look on Chase’s face, his lips curling into a smile despite himself. You had a second of a break and you decided to spend it talking to your lifelong Australian friend. He was so busy with House and you with the ER that you never did manage to spend time together. It was nice to just stand by the snack machine and chat for a moment. However, as Chase was about to comment on how you definitely slipped the sedative into House’s coffee that knocked him out for hours, the sight of an unfamiliar face leaving the elevator caught your eye. The man looked determined as he walked down

:bulletpink: Sirius x Reader x Remus: Cuddle Fluff :bulletpink: (Full name) was being squished to death. . .  Completely cuddled and suffocated to the point of injury by the fluffiest pile of floof she had ever seen . . .  and yet she found herself unable to push the source of her demise away.   “P-Paddy,” she huffed as she used all of the strength in her upper arms to try and move the squishy fluff from her face. “M-Moony, g-guys. . . CAN’T BREATHE!!!”   As (F/n) was completely swallowed by the mountain of fur she gasped her last gulp of fresh air, afraid she would indeed be smothered beyond repair. But quite q

:bulletpurple: Lucian x Reader: Pup :bulletpurple: (F/n) let a deep noise escape the back of her throat, as her wide jaws bared into a startling show of teeth and saliva. Every nerve in her body was tensed as she momentarily lowered herself into a battle crouch. The female could feel the thrum of anticipation beneath her feet, and the slight shake of her heart as she prepared herself to attack.   For a breath she stood staring down her prey, before she lunged forward. The female Lycan (still in human form) flew through the air in a flash, and easily attached herself to her target’s neck and wrapped her forearms around the still figure.

You were supposed to be sitting down, lounging on the couch and enjoying your life relaxing in the quiet. It was hard to come by in this day and age, particularly because your young son had learned the joys of shrieking. Babies were fond of using their voices once they realized they had one, and now that he could do something aside from crying, he loved pretending to talk...loudly. Therefore, the silence was more than welcome in your private little haven. You flipped through your freshly bought book lazily. The spring breeze was calming and fine, even if you were up sixty-four stories of Stark's massive Tower. The windows were cracked open,

 Drip. Drip. A cough. Drip. Making a face at the sweat dripping off onto the ground, you flatten your hands against the cement as you bend over touching your toes.  "That’s gross, I’m glad he isn’t here," you mumble imagining his expression. Pushing your legs back, you go into downward dog flinching at the familiar cleared throat. “I don’t understand why you’re participating in a muggle event,” his voice drawls out.   “Well I am half-blood and it’s fun you should try it. Oh and hello to you too honey,” you dryly remark your voice muffled from your shirt riding up into your mouth. &#