sleepy-sorceress

  You screamed, opening your eyes quickly and gripping tightly onto the nation laying below you through the dark. They quickly woke up, enveloping you in a bug, warm hug. In fact, too big a hug to be Alfred.   "What is wrong little sunflower...?" A soft voice asked. You had seen this man, the tallest one in the room where Catterpillar-brows brought you in with platinum-blond hair.   "N-Nightmare..." You managed to say before sobs overcame your small body. The other Allies were at the mouth of the tent, feeling as if they were miles away from the crying little girl in Russia's arms.   He dared not ask why you were so ups

Herbal Remedies Bruce BannerxReader Request for A-Lovely-Anxiety “Are you looking for something?” you asked with a smile, brushing off your light blue apron and standing from the crate you were unpacking to a shelf, "Maybe I can help?" The mousy-looking man in front of you jumped a bit before straightening himself out. “No thanks,” he said with an almost bitter laugh, “I’m pretty sure you can’t.” You chuckled at the man’s helplessness. “I doubt that,” you told him earnestly, “I’ve worked in this store since it opened and I’ve found that there’s an

「 syo kurusu x fem!reader 」 His nimble fingers played with the velvet box in his pocket. Syo shook nervously, tapping his foot impatiently outside of your door.     “Syo-chan? What are you doing here?” you opened the door of your apartment, revealing your idol boyfriend. Your hair was slightly unkempt and you had a blanket draped around your shoulders. You yawned faintly and gazed tiredly into his distracted turquoise eyes. The serene look cast on your face caused a smile to tug at his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. It was late at night, but you didn’t protest his action

You opened your wet eyes only to realize you were back in your safe haven. The curator was nowhere in sight, thankfully, so you were able to dry your eyes and head back up to the main level of the museum. You shut the door and began walking down the hall, ignoring all the familiar sights you normally would stop and view. Your mind fled to poor Feli, you wish you wouldn't have even gone to his time if it was going to cause his this much pain.. You rounded the corner and exited the museum, enveloped in your thoughts. You began walking, no destination in particular. You weren't paying any attention and you nearly bumped into a worker who wa

You arrived back at the museum basement with a regretful smile laced across your lips. Alfred F. Jones- Freedom Fighter, you'd so lovingly nicknamed him. You closed your eyes as you happily reminisced your last moments with him: his sandy blond hair, the excitement in his twinkling cobalt eyes, the feeling of his strong arms around you.. Everything, could not have ended better. You felt you could walk away with satisfaction, knowing that in your encouragement and pressing words, you gave him hope. It was purely visible in his eyes. The salute was cliche, you knew, but it seemed to have the most impact on him. You giggled at the thought,