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Undertale Sans and Papyrus x ReaderYou've been walking through the snow covered lands for hours, sparing enemies left
and right. The cold winds cling to your bones as you slowly trudge through the deep
snow. You have been keeping an eye out for Papyrus's next puzzle, or even one of
San's random job-stands, but all you've seen so far is deep silent snow.
You begin to feel sleepy as your body weakens, a sinking feeling washes over you. Despite the harsh
cold whirring around your frigid form, warmth envelops your weak tired body as your
eyes flutter shut.
While strolling on his way back to his post, Sans caught his slipper on something in the
snow and fell flat on his boney face.
"Heh, what a nice Trip that was. I should take another next Fall." Sans chuckled to
himself, sad that his brother wasn't around to acknowledge how funny he was. He dusted
the snow from his coat and turned to see what had tripped him up.
"Oh man, it's (y/n)! Kid, what are you doing out here? The snow is no place to catch Z's,
all you'll catch is a
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M
Brooklyn's Holiday Weight Gain- Part 1I tugged sheepishly at my shirt, begging it to stretch and stop clinging to my bloated belly. My family and I had been decorating Christmas cookies for a while now, and I felt my bowl of dough had gone more into my mouth than into shapes of reindeer or bells. I justified it by saying it was the holidays, now is the time to indulge. And even so, I was still pretty thin. I’d just put on a few pounds from the sugar filled goodies covering our counters this time of year.
“Brooklyn, if you keep that up, you’re gonna need new jeans for Christmas!” My mom said laughing, pointing at my straining button when I had reached across the table for the icing, my shirt riding up. I spooned a whole scoop of icing into my mouth in mocking defiance and she rolled her eyes playfully. My family wasn’t too particular about weight, especially since I had maybe put on five pounds since Christmas break started.
“Everyone gains weight during the holidays,” my dad said,
My Baby Sitter [ab/dl]Disclaimer: ab/dl story, read at your own risk
“A babysitter?!” I asked, incredulous that they would even suggest something so childish. “Mom, Dad, I’m fourteen… I think I can handle you being out of town for a night.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, trying to give the impression I wouldn’t budge. Mom and dad were standing in the hallway door frame, dressed up nicely for a night out on the town. Mom was in makeup, dad had a tie, and they both smelled like perfume and cologne.
“Listen, Thomas,” dad started, a stern look bearing down on me. I didn’t like the sound of this; father only used my full name when I was in trouble. “Your teacher e-mailed us about your grades. Do you want to pass this year or not?” How was this even remotely related?
“I-“ father cut me off mid-sentence, like I didn’t exist.
“You’ve also lied about what you’ve been doing when you ride o
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - DresscodeQuick, get dressed! Gosh dangwhere were all your clothes?
You tried to recall the last time you ran a wash. More than a week ago. That explained it.
Now you scraped the back of your dresser drawers for something that didn't break the dress code. "Arugh!" The minutes on that clock were changing far too fast. Well you had to wear something. You tugged on a really tight pair of jeans, which felt a little like a push-up bra for your butt at the moment. Shoving your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, you donned a very lacy, tight camisole with thin straps. Over that, you wore a cute graphic tee you hardly ever got to wear, because it was an off-the-shoulder scoop neck, a detail you hadn't noticed when you bought it on clearance.
You brushed your hair quickly, muttering a curse as you checked the clock again, and grabbed your school supplies, leaving the house without breakfast.
Your heart sped and you blushed as you halted your brisk-walk in front of the blue door to your fir
AoT: Tell me I'm smexy [Eren x Shy!Reader]Before we start, I shall tell you guys that im going to be part of this story, purely because I thought no one else from the series could fit the character I'm going to be like. I'm also going to be your friend here
"Look at those muscles."
"His well-toned body."
"The sweat on his-"
"Cella can you not?!" You suddenly shouted out when everyone was on stable duty.
Everyone stared at you and Cella, and cella just smiled. Everyone went back to work, ignoring you two.
"What? I know you have this mega huge crush on Eren. And I know you loveto see him everyday at the stables don't you [f/n]?" Cella said it right out.
"N-n-no!!! W-why would you think s-so! Me? Eren? Wh-who said anyt-thing about me l-loving to s-see his b-b-body!!" You blushed madly at the fact that it was true...
"Oh? I didn't say anything about his body. Oh [f/n] I see... You like to see him on stable duty since he almost always has his shirt off." Cella smiled widely, smacking your back a
[APH] Romano x Reader - 'Love Making'
Warnings; Language. It’s Romano we’re talking about yeah? Kind of rated Lime but not really lemon? I might write the lemon soon.
Lovino groaned as he stared at the clock once more.
“Oi, (Name). Where the hell is the pizza delivery bastard?! Why is he so slow dammit?!” He complained.
“Be patient, Lovi. We just called them 3 minutes ago. They don’t come so fast. They still have to prepare the pizzas we ordered.” You replied, eyes glued to the TV, broadcasting (Fav TV/Anime show).
“I don’t fucking get why we couldn’t have made our own damn pizzas.”
“Cuz I don’t know how to make ‘em.” You replied, munching on (snack).
“Well, I know how to make them you idiota!”
“Sorry Lovi. I really wanted to eat Pizza Hut’s Pizza. I missed the taste.”
“My pizzas are better than that stupid restaurant!”
“Yes, Yes. I know. But let me get what I want for once okay?&
AoT: Embarrassing Heichou [Levi x reader]You always wondered what could possibly embarrass humanity's strongest soldier. No matter how perfect he may seem, there must have been some flaws in him and something that could make him embarrassed right?
And so that's how you started to think about the possible things that could embarrass Levi. You shared your thoughts with Hanji and she evaluated whether it could embarrass him or not. You carried out the experiments that Hanji told you to do that could embarrass him but none of them worked.
Furthermore, you were the one who always ended up getting extra chores and running laps. How on earth did Hanji not get any of those punishments? You started to think that Levi has this grudge against you for pissing him of for like a million times.
'Damn.. I'm starting to feel hungry...'
You were cleaning the stables and horses after running for 3 hours straight with no lunch. When you were brushing the horses, you looked at it.
"Hmm. I guess Eren was right... Jean does have
An Afterschool SnackThe day was progressing just like any other. I was just sitting with Anthony in the cafeteria; lunch had been going on for the last 12 or so minutes. It was only the third day of second semester, but we’d already staked our claim on a good spot. Our table was close towards the windows, away from the general din coming from the center of the hall, near the booths. It was on the opposite side of the room from the kitchen and serving lines. Yeah, there was a brief walk when you’d first enter the cafeteria, but a prime location like this was worth the sacrifice.
In between bites of my cheeseburger, I was talking about the new game console I’d gotten for Christmas while Anthony munched on his sub. I could tell he was only giving me 80% attention at most. This was typical. In the years I’d known Anthony he never seemed to fail at zoning out. Anthony was about 5’11 with black, medium-length hair that he wore parted. I’d call him trim, but that’d imply