MuMuMeadows

[A/N: Just wanted to mention that Genos and reader-chan don't know each others name so the reader refers him to his heroes name while he calls her miss] You were always a coward, crying as soon as you got in danger but whenever you were, a hero who was famously known as the demon cyborg would always be there in time to save you. “T-T-T-Thank you!!!” Due to your timid demeanour, you could never actually face him after the battle and run away, exclaiming those words. “I have to stop doing that.” You scolded yourself as you recalled the times you were saved by the s-class hero, your cheeks heating up due to the embarr

As the battle of fighting Ultron, was rearing its end. Quicksilver and the other avengers were cleaning up the city. But he had something on his mind. You. He was so worried about you, he wanted to know if you were safe. But he couldn’t leave to find you until the city was back together. So he went as fast as he could but stopped when his name. He didn’t know where it was coming from, all he heard was “Pietro!” The voice was familiar but it didn’t sound like his sister Wanda or the other avengers. He had stopped running to pin point the voice and saw it came from the direction of ambulances taking people to hos

George’s eyes once again flicked down to your lips, a fact which you were unaware of, and Fred nudged his twin before quietly slipping away. You three had been the last ones in the Gryffindor common room, working on an essay for History of Magic, and you were reading and hastily scribbling down notes while George was trying to pluck up the courage to kiss you or tell you how he felt or ask you to the Yule Ball, or anything to let you know that he liked you. He had known you for years; you were one of his father’s friend’s children and had visited them at the Burrow from a young age. You were Fred and George’s age, and

This was it. He was going to do it. He was finally going to tell you. Despite the bustling streets of Ikebukuro, filled with the casual conversations of passerby, shouting of playing children, and vehicle engines of all shapes and sizes, Shizuo Heiwajima was positive those standing in proximity with him could still hear his pounding heart and his thoracic cavity nearly breaking at its beatings. Through the thick crowd, the mass of color, shapes and patterns, through the hazy atmosphere, he spotted you. His clammy palms encircled the steams of the bouquet he concealed behind his back tightly. As usual, you dressed in your sophisticated suit

You stared at the number that was all too familiar to you. You had seen it sprawled across several walls, stalls, and ceilings before, but it had been a while indeed since you last saw it. It was a strange thing to see, considering you didn’t think that you needed any type of job done desperately. The last time you had met the young God, he had helped you with the small job of cleaning your house. He put up a hell of a fight when you helped him clean, but nonetheless, he did it with you. He took only five yen, much to your surprise, but in all honesty, there was something about the man that intrigued you.   You sighed quietly as you st

“Say it.” “Stop it-! Let me go!” The cold rim of the pistol burrows into your temple. Your tears distort the muted light and darkness into a unrecognizable blur. Claw-like nails dig into the tender skin of your wrists as they are aggressively pinned into the curve of your back. The force implemented crushes you into the cold, brick floor, crushing your ribs and windpipe, preventing any hope of one breath. Heated breath feathers against the shell of your ear as it comes in slow and staggered. And then he laughs an eerie laughs. It chokes and rattles in his throat. Your limbs slowly grow numb, and your mind draws a

" Everything okay? " You said to your little brother as you stood in the doorway of his room. " Yes. " He sadly replied. You walked over to him and gently kissed his forehead. "Good night [B/n]. Don't worry everything will be okay, you'll see." Your little brother nod his head and went to sleep. You gently shut the door behind you and made your way to your room. You climb into bed and led your head on your pillow. " I hope we find him soon. Its been four days since he went missing. I still haven't found him." You said as you closed your eyes. See, for the past few days your little brothers kitten had went missing. You and your little bro

The smoke cleared the throne room. My eyes opened wide gasping slightly. My Samorott lay on the ground panting with her eyes half closed. The man that caused this was looking at her with a horrified expression. A look of apology and slight grief was present of his features. He new he had no choice of his wrongdoing. He hated hurting Pokemon. "Namiko I apologize" Whispered gently kneeling beside my Pokemon after releasing his. "No it's fine." I smiled faintly, giving my Pokemon a Oran Berry. "You had no choice. I understand." "I still feel guilty ..." He protested childishly fiddiling with his fingers. I looked at his innocent green eyes a