Proud-2-Be-A-Mistake

*Your POV* “(Y/N)...” You saw his shadow pass by the closet door. You held in your giggle as he passed by. You didn’t often get to play around with him but, when you did, you took advantage of it. “Where are you?” You willed yourself not to look out there to see his expression but...you really wanted to. Slowly, you opened the closet door to try and see if he was around. But…he was nowhere in sight. Where did he- “Hello~” You squeaked and quickly turned around; just in time to see him grab you and pull you close to him. “Dark!” you cried out. He grinned at you and pulled you in for

*Your POV* “(Y/N)...” You saw his shadow pass by the closet door. You held in your giggle as he passed by. You didn’t often get to play around with him but, when you did, you took advantage of it. “Where are you?” You willed yourself not to look out there to see his expression but...you really wanted to. Slowly, you opened the closet door to try and see if he was around. But…he was nowhere in sight. Where did he- “Hello~” You squeaked and quickly turned around; just in time to see him grab you and pull you close to him. “Dark!” you cried out. He grinned at you and pulled you in for

Nagisa’s eyes followed your laughing, smiling form as you talked and ate with your friends at the lunch table. He could watch you do anything and he’d be mesmerized by it. His eyes lingered on your lips as you continued to eat your lunch. Those lips that he used to kiss. The lips that used to moan out his name when you both were together. “Nagisa?” The small swimmer snapped his attention from you and turned toward the owner of the voice. “Yeah, what’s up Makoto?” The Green eyed swimmer looked concerned for a moment before answering. “Have you talked to (Y/N) yet?” Makoto knew the quest

According To Me (Grell x Reader) You sat on the lawn with a serious expression on your face.  You scribbled quickly in a notebook, then your eyes darted across the sentences you wrote carefully.  You frowned, crumpled up the page, and threw it away.  You were about to start again when a flash of red darting by caught your attention.       You placed your guitar down on the grass and slung the pencil back over your shoulder.  You chased the person into the nearby forest.  He stopped by a large oak and pressed his hands against it. “Grell?”  You asked slowly.  “What’s wrong?” Grell glanced over his shoulder, tear

  Urahara Kisuke x Reader Oneshot WARNING: Language. Not too bad, just a few swears here and there. Also, not a lemon, but there is some action in there for you! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Ichigo, like this!” ____ demonstrated to the orange haired teen once again. “Y-you mean, this?” Ichigo tried. He just couldn’t seem to get the form down. ____ sighed at yet another failed attempt from Ichigo. Both of them were frustrated and tired. “One more time, Ichigo.” ____ said with exhaustion laced in

Grey. You shiver, watching from the grey table that you were strapped to as a man cut into your weapon, causing her to scream. You yell back, tears steaming down your face and as she quiets down, either because she was too weak or she was dead, you continue to shout. The man turns to face you, scowling. "You're distracting me." he growls, grey eyes flashing, causing you to whimper, trying to shrink in the grey hospital gown that covered very little of your body. "That's better," he murmurs, turning to face your now moaning weapon. You lock eyes with her, tears flowing freely from both of your eyes when, suddenly, her eyes go dead. "No," yo

(caution Mild language) It was Monday..RAW had just ended…It had to be the worst night…you had ever endured. Everything was falling apart. Triple H has gone mad with power, and betrayed the WWE universe. The shield was constantly on the attack, Randy Orton had betrayed, everyone in the roster. But the Biggest, most bad part (to you at least) was the battle between Paul Hayman …And you dear friend…CM Punk….also the love of your life. Every time punk went into the ring…to confront Paul …bad things always happened. You always tried to Plead with Punk to not go to the ring, that he would just get

Tony could tell just by her music choices that she wasn't just upset, she was hurt. “Friday, list the last five songs (Y/n) listened to all the way through.” He knew something was up, she couldn’t fool him by listening to her ‘Rock’ playlist. “Nothing Else Matters, Going Under, Lost In Hollywood, Through Glass, and Broken.” “That’s too much Amy Lee back to back…” He muttered. “What was the last two she skipped over?” “Puppet Show and Shout at the Devil.” That’s definitely not good, she loves those songs. With a sigh, Tony knocked loudly on her

You touched at your soft stomach squeezing your (eye color) eyes shut tightly. You pressed more and more as if just by willing it your body fat would melt away. “What are you doing?” Your eyes flew open with surprise to see your best friend, Nami. Nami was actually dating Luffy, the little brother or your own boyfriend Ace. You loved Nami to death but she always made you feel bad about yourself; she never said anything bad about you of course, she often would tell you that she thought you were absolutely beautiful. However she was slim with curves, fiery red hair that was always well brushed and warm brown eyes. You however were

Your eyes snapped open and you stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom and retched your stomach contents. A hand rubbed your back soothingly and held your hair away from your face. After you finished dry heaving, your husband returned with a glass of water. "Thanks" you said, your voice a little rough. "You alright birdie?" Clint asked as he scooped you up bridal style and carried you back to bed. "Yeah, I just can't get over this morning sickness thing." You complained and wrapped your around his neck. "You should ask Pepper what helped her." He suggested. "I'll do that." He set you gingerly into bed and leaned in to kiss you, but you sma

Edward Elric had experienced a lot in his life. At only 24, he had seen the door, lost his arm and leg, seen his mother die, and lastly, seeing the love of his life die. His wife, Winry, had died  a year ago and Ed was now a single father. Sure, Al and his wife Mei would help him out, but he just wanted Winry back. (Name) had had a lot of loss in her days in a long time. She had lost her parents as well. She even had automail herself. One day, their paths crossed. (name) was walking around town in Resembol when she first saw Edward. She recognized him as the famous alchemist prodigy from the papers. She admired him but was very shy. She wa

HatsuharuxReader Patience You stepped back, cringing away from the argument taking place in front of you. You sighed. Hatsuharu had a tendency to lose his temper. A lot. You were quite opposite from him, being a patient and, for the most part, quiet person. Haru would seem so, until you said something that made him angry. He and Kyo were shouting insults back and forth at each other, bringing up old and new arguments. You wanted to stop them, but knew you just had to wait this out, as you always did. You knew better than to get in the middle of their fights. It would only cause you a world of pain, as you had experienced the first, and l

“My, where are you going?” A soft voice made the government figure freeze. “No where my dear.” He didn’t turn around. “You better not be going to work out. You have five seconds to get back in this bed or I’ll call your brother.” The brunet glanced back at the woman. “One, two-” He knew he couldn’t win against her. “Alright.” With a sigh, he rejoined her in the bed. She wrapped her arms around him. “You know I hate when you use Sherlock against me, (Y/n).” He nuzzled into her (h/c) locks. “It worked didn’t it?” She muttered into his c

“Hey (l/n) isn’t it closing to your tenth year here?” One of the guards asked as he leaned against the wall mindlessly eating an apple while giving you a curious look. You simply shrugged as you continued stirring, adding spices. “Probably, yeah… why? The guard then walked over chucking his apple core in the bin, dipping his finger in the pot of sauce licking it giving you a satisfied grin going for the sauce again only to be stopped by you. "Well then that makes you 29 then.” “Oh no I’m 29! Oh what am I to do even though I have a life sentence.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm all the whi

Makoto didn't mind waiting for you, outside of your house. After all, he is patient about things. Makoto was the calm and relaxed type of guy, and that's what you had liked about him. Yet, the best thing is also that he worries over his friends. Grinning, you finally finished doing your morning routines. Waking up, taking a shower, eat, dress up. It was natural for you. Though, when you had opened the door, ready to go to your school, you didn't expect a certain someone waiting for you. "M-Makoto?" You sputtered out, obviously surprised. Makoto turned and smiled to you. The warm and gentle smiles he would always give. Those smiles that tel

You despised having to do this, but it was your only choice. You typed in the oh-so-familiar number into your old Nokia phone and pressed the little green call button. “Hello.” The gruff voice at the end answered, a hint of smugness in his voice. “Save it bastard.” You hissed at the male on the other end. “I have a situation with a trickster that won't freaking die, and I'm afraid that I’m going to wake up in one of those crappy Victorian dramas tomorrow.” The other end chucked. “Ask me nicely, like a good wife would.” The other end snickered. “Dean.” You warned. “Al

"You know you didn't have to be that harsh to him Jane." You turned your (eye color) eyes towards the now smirking pale girl. "Oh I know (Name), but who else was going to punish him?" She asked with a small cheeky grin. You shook your head  and continued to walk with her down the narrow and dimly lit passage ways of the Volturi's headquarters. Jane, one of the members of the Volturi along with yourself was your closest friend along with her brother; Alec. They were the ones who accepted you the most with open arms at first while the others stood back to see how the scene would play out. You did lead a normal life years ago when you lived wi

                                  Xerxes Break x reader: Candy and Faygo                      There sat Xerxes Break the clown of the class. He also really LOVES candy and Faygo. So there he sat in the desk in front of me drinking his orange flavored Faygo. I’ve known him for about a year now I meet him last year and he is in all of my classes.  He sat there staring at you since you two were the only ones in the class at the time.             “Hey _______ have you ever tried and delicious orange flavored Faygo?” asked Xerxes as he pointed to the word delicious on the bottle. _______ looked at him and let out a sigh knowi

It was a few days after Halloween, and you no longer felt comfortable around Aaron. Ever since Jack had asked if you and Hotch were going to get married, you just felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Aaron; it was in fact quite the opposite. You had feelings for him before you fell asleep together, and they only intensified after. You wanted more. You wanted to be the person he fell asleep with, the person he woke up next to. You felt awkward though, because you were nearly positive he didn’t like you back. Why would he? And even if he somehow did (which you thought was not likely at all), would he act on it?

Author's Note: Peter and reader-chan are both about sixteen or seventeen in this, not twelve like in the book and movie. I dunno how he grew up, but he did because DAMMIT I WANTED TO WRITE PETER PAN FLUFF.  (In my world though he's not going to age anymore) Peter couldn’t help it. He, the Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up, had fallen in love. And frankly, he didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t want to love you; loving someone meant growing up. And that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. And so Peter did nothing about it, merely let the knowledge stew in his brain until he thought he would burst if he didn’

“Hey! Jamie! Don’t run too far ahead! I don’t wanna lose you!” A loud laugh was the response as the young boy running ahead of you slowed down and turned to face you. “Come on, (Name)! We’re almost there!” You smiled lightly as you walked up next to Jamie and ruffled his hair. “The lake’s not going anywhere, buddy.” “I know, but I wanna skate!” And with that said, he latched onto your hand and began to drag you down the snowy trail. You were used to this sort of behavior. You’d been babysitting Jamie since he was five and you were eleven, so he saw you as an ol

You were annoyed. You had a job at the local movie theater, and it was the premiere of the new Dusk movie. Which meant that the theater was filled with fangirls. Loud, squealing fangirls, giggling about the “hunky” star of the movie. With a sigh, you went back to filling containers with popcorn and straightening out cups. Business had had a sudden spike when the Duskers had come in, but now all the girls were (thankfully) in the theater, and you were bored beyond belief. There was no other customers to serve, until a boy about your age walked into the theater. He had dark brown, messy hair, and hazel eyes. He wore jeans, and a

You always seemed to be drawn to the water, it always seemed to be so calm and relaxing as you sat done and a bank of a river, taking off your shoes to dip your feet into the cool calming water. Sighing happily in content, you pulled a sketch pad out of your (f/b) and a small pencil case full of drawing utensils. You opened up to a new page a took your grey lead pencil out of the pencil case and held it lightly in your hand, surveying to see what you could draw. Your hand which wasn't holding your pencil went up towards the necklace which was around your neck, a ring was held on a chain. You pulled the chain lightly so you could see the ring,

“Gerard, when can I see it?” You whined childishly, trying to peek at the sketchbook. “When it’s done.” He said calmly, pencil flitting across the page. You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest cutely. Gerard glanced up, a small smile etching onto his face as he took in your annoyed appearance. Gerard turned back to the paper, doing his best to get the drawing to look like you. When he was decently satisfied with it, he handed the paper to you, eyes not meeting your eyes, preparing for your reaction. You were really close to Gerard and you knew that he liked to draw, so you asked him to draw you. Gerar

In front, there is a big door. Open it with both hands and the room is filled with white beautiful decorations. White carpet was placed from the outside to the inside with white petals scattered around. All those beautiful white roses were place in every corner; the guests, even the famous Korean Pop Singer Group, EXO were there, looking forward to this wedding ceremony of the lucky bride and bridegroom.  Your P.O.V You arrived at the ceremony, dressed up nicely like everyone else, stood right in front of the door looking at the wedding life size picture of a bride and the bridegroom hugging each other, smiling. Looking at the groom, who w

"Matt, please don't do this," you begged as you sat cross-legged on your bed. Tears were streaming down your face. "Please, Matt," you said again. "Sorry babe, I'm just not into you anymore," you boyfriend of two years replied. Matt had called you tonight to break up with you. It had absolutely crushed you. "Besides, Chelsie asked me out yesterday." "Chelsie?" you questioned. She was the captain of the cheerleading team and one of the biggest sluts you'd ever seen. "But Matt, we were together. How can you just move on like that?" "Whoa, babe, she's way hotter than you are. Chelsie wouldn't give me this crap," he growled. You sobbed again.

"DAMNIT!" Derek almost fell out of his spot on the tree branch when he heard you shout angrily. He peered through your open window and watched as you tapped your smartphone's screen repeatedly. Determination was set on your face as you tapped carefully. Suddenly, you groaned and his your fist on the ground threw times in rapid motion before going back to tapping the screen. "I hate this game." You cried, your thumb touching the screen over and over. Derek decided to climb through your window just as you lost again. In a blind rage, you threw your phone and hit Derek in the face. From the force of it, Derek was knocked to his butt, he touch

-- Your eyes fluttered open, revealing a small chamber. Your stomach twisted and turned, trying to make sense of the situation you were in. Where were you? Why was this happening? These thought kept running through your head as you felt a jolt and a sudden upward force. This chamber was moving. Your heart raced; you started losing control again. Who were you? What was this place? You screamed, frustrated, and tried to find an escape route. Nothing worked. Finally, giving up, you lay down in the corner and closed your eyes. -- “Guys, she’s awake!” “It’s a she?” “No duh, shuck-face. Look at her.&