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you're beautiful no matter what you say "[Name]," Antonio hums, loving the soft rumble that rolls off his tongue from the sound of your name. "Would you like me to read you a book today?" He waits for a responde, but none slips through your lips. Your head is turned towards the window, the sunlight bursting through the glass and kissing your skin in a soft glow. Though a frown is evident upon your lips, Antonio revels in the sight, quite entranced at how beautiful you look. "Mi querida?" Antonio prompts, as his fingers trace the edge of the book shelf by your bedside. "What book did you want me to read today?" "Toni," You begin to mumble,

     You were running away from something. You didn't know what but all you knew was that it could potentially hurt you. This was all you were doing as of late. It seemed that everyday you were being chased to the car and when you got there the threat vanished. Disappeared even. You got in your car and you sat there for a second. You sighed with your head in your hands. Everything seemed to be going downhill for you. You wanted it to end. There was only one person you trusted enough with this. Allistor Kirkland. Not only your best friend but, your love interest. He seemed to just know when something was on your mind at any given moment. You l

2 AM:      You wake up to the sound of someone typing away at a keyboard. Looking up, you see Sam sitting at the desk of the motel room in the dark with only the dimmed computer screen illuminating his ragged features. You sit up and push back a few strands of hair from your face, yawning.     “Sam.” You say quietly. “What the hell are you doing up?”     Sam glances up from the computer to look at you.     “Nothing.” He replies just as softly. “Go back to sleep.”     You raise an eyebrow at him and get out from under the covers, standing up and walking over to him. Pressing a hand to hi

    Innocent touches. The light fleeting kind that hold yearning but still the slightest of hesitation. Strong arms encased you in the tightest of hugs; muscled limbs holding your frame while a head weighted by sleep lay on your chest. These two scenarios melted together beautifully with an undeniable contrast. Even more so, one of the most prominent variations in the two was that only one of you was awake. Yes, in fact, Sebastian had long since been passed out. Trapping you in a bear hug, that felt more like praise than a suffocation of sorts. Unfortunately, sleep had decided to evade from your list of capabilities at the moment. So inst

One sentence… just one little sentence was enough to bring my whole happy world crashing down. I had been working at Stark Tower as a liaison between Pepper and the UN, when I was reassigned to ‘Bucky’ duty by Captain America himself. When Bucky first arrived, he was a little unstable and prone to panic attacks, all of which I was able to bring him down from using different methods. As my mission, so to speak, progressed; as did my relationship with Bucky. At first the two of us were always together. I don’t know whether that was Steve’s plan from the beginning, putting two emotionally unstable individuals toget

Some sexual moments that you readers might find appealing. It was summer, and you were enjoying your peace and quiet with your favourite book. Until... "Hey (Y/N)!" An American voice boomed out of nowhere. "What is it, Alfred?" You asked not looking away from your book. "I got a new tattoo." He exclaimed. "That's nice." You answered with less care. Then there were steps heard from the hallway since you were relaxing in a chair that faced away from the hallway door to the living room. Your eyes were still kept pinned onto your book. Being so stuck at that point of your story, you failed to notice a certain American shadowing above you. Un

    Gilbert sighed and he looked over at the night stand next to his bed. His ruby orbs squinted as the fuzzy, bright green light showed 3 in the morning. The albino ran a hand through is silvery locks. His eyes felt like sand were poured in them and he could feel the exhaust on his body. He felt the lack of sleep take a toll on his emotions: he felt like crying, begging for the sandman to allow him to fall into a peaceful rest.        The body next to him shifted onto it's side, facing away from him. He followed suit; shifting and moving slightly closer so he spooned the smaller form. He wrapped a careful arm around it, and snuggled his no

 The last thing Jean remembered was hitting the ground. He had found himself caught between the greedy fingers of a titan, the damn thing smiling at him as though to comfort him from his demise. His blades had been dull, and trying to squirm out of the titan's grasp may ultimately lead to losing his leg - and then how would he escape with his life? All movements and breath ceased in the moment between being lifted to the dirty beast's mouth and the hissing of wires before the titan lost its grip on Jean. He had fallen, hitting the ground faster than he could manage to get in the air again. He sat in the infirmary now, a wrap around his hea

 It was a beautiful day. The birds were singing happily, the sky was clear blue, the clouds were fluffy white and the sea hit the shore calmly. Everything was perfect, in sink, in their right place. Except for you. You felt like an outsider. What the hell were you doing there? During the day Gou had asked you if you wanted to go to the beach later on with the Swimming Club. At first, you declined her offer. But of course, the maroon haired girl insisted. And somehow, she got you to agreeing. Without noticing, you found yourself sitting on the sand in your bikini as the rest of the group made their way into the water. But what the hell