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I Ain't No Quitter Reno x Reader
(Name) decided that she was getting tired of picking up Reno from the bar every night. She blew a (h/c) bang out of her eyes, as she sat in the car waiting for him to come out. Her (e/c) eyes, covered by her thick framed glasses, focused on the front door for a few minutes before her eyelids covered them and she placed her head on the steering wheel. ‘This has been going on for too long…’ She thought of how long he had been coming to bars and to her mind it had been 3 years sense she took over taking care of her friend. His others had given up on him and now wouldn’t come to pick him up without a good reason, such as (Name) asking or begging when she couldn’t make it.
She lifted her head off the steering wheel at the soft tapping on her passenger window, first thing she noticed was red hair and knew her wait was over, “Reno…” She said in an exasperated tone. He gave her a big drunken smile as she unlocked the door letting him into the c
Daryl Dixion x Reader
Sometimes you wondered if it was a good idea to join with this group of survivors. Some of the people had their moments of insanity that just made you wonder, was this normal moments of stress insanity or was this the signs of true insanity that hid behind normal faces. Shane Walsh and Andrea were two that gave you major pause; mainly it was Shane that gave you the willies out of the two. Andrea had lost her sister so it was understandable that she go a little crazy, you had been close to the same way when you lost your family as well. You didn’t judge her for that, but she was going to Shane for training. Sure he was one of the best shots, but sense the group had come to the farm and a little before, he seems to be losing more of his sanity and his humanity it seemed to you. And Shane just all his actions sense he came back from the town getting the things to save Carl, made you wonder what had really happened to Otis.
Though one guy that kept you questioning if he was insane wa
Safe? Avengers x reader“Agent __(l/n)__” A man in a doctor’s uniform said to a (h/c) haired woman, who was curled up in a corner of a room, with her back against the wall. She didn’t look up from her knees that her face was hiding behind. Her body was shaking in terror, though the doctor wasn’t sure what she was so afraid of. He started to walk towards her slowly and said softly, “Ms. _(f/n)_ please return to-“ Before he could continue (f/n) looked up at him with wide terrified (e/c) eyes and pressed herself closer to the wall. The doctor could tell that he was just making it worse by continuing. He sighed as he turned back to the door and walked out to talk to Director Fury, “Sir, I don’t think there is anything I can do for her…”
Nick Fury looked over at the once most vibrant agent he had, who was always offering smiles to anyone who passed by and offering a friendly hand, no reduced to a bag of fear. He frowned as he turned away from
Germany x Reader Running for YouYour breath came out in small puffs as you run across the battlefield. You could hear gunshots, grenades, and shouts of people, in pain and anger, all around you. Your legs felt like jelly, from hours of running, as you continued your search. You had gotten separated from your group in the sudden attack and you felt deep in your gut that something horrible had happen to one of them. You came to a stop when you see a familiar area. You came to a stop as your (e/c) eyes scan the area. You knew this is where you had last seen Ludwig and Feliciano, before all the chaos separated you from them.
You felt tears prick at the sides of your (e/c) eyes at all the bodies, lying in the middle of buildings looking ready to fall at any moment, that were to still for any life to be found. You swallowed, trying to get your dry mouth and throat wet that was slowly tightening. You shake your head as you whisper. “N-no… T-this can’t be right… No they are not dead.. They can
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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