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"YES!" I screamed. His face lit up at the sound of my voice. He held his arms out for me to jump in them. Which I gladly did. He pulled me in the tightest hug I ever experienced. Then, he didn't let go. I felt something wet on my shoulder. Francis was crying. Then he started to make the noises a person does when they are crying. "Don't be sad, I'm sorry to make you sad..." He pulled away from my shoulder and wiped some tears away from his eyes and smiled widely. "Non, my silly goose, I am crying because I'm so happy to see you! I missed you so much..." "I missed you too, Francis..." He didn't say anything...he just pulled me back int

Dimitri drove for what seemed like days. But, it only felt that way because you couldn't fall asleep in the car. You frowned at Alisa and Alexey in the back seat. They were still out. You sighed and leaned your head back on the seat. "Why do you want to talk to me Dima?" you asked. Dimitri's face remained stoic and he kept looking at the road. You almost growled. You hated it when he did this. You made it to Volgograd very late that night. You yawned and guessed that it was just before dawn. Alisa and Alexey woke up in the back. "We're here?" Alisa asked in disbelief. Dimitri quickly looked back at them before putting his attention on the

Baby!Romano x Teen!Mama!Reader part 2: Meet the grandparents (Name) sat on her sofa watching the three idiots she called friends play or at lest try to play with her son, Lovino thinking about how the child came into her life. It may have only been a month but the child became the most important thing to her. She smiled as the thought of the small boy rapped tightly in a blanket on the cold night she found him on her door steps. After awhile,  she soon felt like she was forgetting something, something important, she was soon snapped out of her thoughts by a scream "he bite me! HE BITE THE AWESOME ME!!! (NAME)! DO SOMETHING WHITH THE UNAWESOM

1924. The sun had gone down hours ago, casting a long dark shadow over the large metropolitan city. A thick fog came rolling in like a horde of ghosts, only adding to the ever growing erie atmosphere. The more respectable of the city population were safely locked inside their snug homes, waiting for the sun to arise and give them a brand new day... however, there were those who ventured out into the cold, dark hours to go on exciting adventures. Adventures that mostly happened downtown where you could hear the muffled sounds of roaring jazz music coming from inside what looked to be abandoned locations. Where young ladies could indulge in obs

「vιkιиgεя」Viking! Norway x Slave! Reader 22 The final chapter begins! Lukas stared at his future wife for a second. “What do you mean he's your brother!?” “Please! Call them off!” She cried. He paused briefly before nodding. Holding her hand tightly he charged through, running to the docks so he could declare his orders. She pushed past many people, calling back apologies as many toppled to the ground. Lukas reached the docks before anyone else and began to (surprisingly) shout orders. Meanwhile [Name] kept running towards the ship. She scaled the wooden ladder and flung

Sequel to Mr. Grumpy Gills (BuckyxReader) ~*~*~*~*~ Tony sighed as he entered the elevator that would take him to the top of his tower. As the doors closed he heard “It’s a Long Way to the Top” by AC/DC playing and it brought a smile to his face. To hell with boring elevator music, he thought as he closed his eyes and hummed along to the song. It had been a few days since (y/n) had effectively made a fool of herself and made it onto Frosty’s “To Kill” list. Tony chuckled at the thought. He hadn’t actually seen them after that. Fury had called him in to work of some big important whatever-the-heck-it

Clint X Reader Part 6: Fire Burning "(Name), wake up. Are you planning on sleeping all day?" your mother asked as she nudged you. "I'm up." you said dismissingly. "Get up." she said, taking away your pillow. "Hey!" you shouted. "Get up, it's already noon. Everyone else is awake but you." she said, lifting you up off the bed. You looked around the room. "Where's Clint?" you asked as you stretched. "He tried waking you but had no luck so he came and got me. He's helping out down stairs right now." your mother explained. "Doing what?" "Cooking lunch. Now please go get ready." "What's he cooking?" "(Name)! Shower! Clothes! Now!" she sh

Well, guess who had changed into their brief, boxers, and some over-sized sweat shirt and sweat pants. Oh, and no bra. There's no way you're gonna wear it anyway. Like what the heck man. Who on earth would wear such a thing? "This is why I don't get girls. How on earth can bras and panties be so comfortable?" The [h/c] female questioned, brows furrowed in annoyance. "And where the heck is Jones? That dude is taking so long." A groan escaped your lips. And just when a groan escaped your lips, guess who had appeared in the room? "Yo, whoever you are!" Alfred. Really? Whoever you are? 'This dude is probably asking to be punched right in their