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ThanexReader: No RegretsThanexReader: No Regrets by 13Youko
You paced back and forth in front of the computer, where Captain Bailey reviewed the file in front of him. You ran your fingers through your hair and glanced over at the door for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past few minutes. You were fine facing hundreds of enemies but this was the thing that was making you nervous. The rest of the crew would laugh at this.
"Would you stop pacing already? I can't concentrate on this with you doing that. Pacing like that isn't going to make him come out any faster."
You ignored the nudge and stopped in front of the desk. "Find anything?"
"Well ten years back a bunch of real bad people were killed, like someone was cleaning house. We never caught the guy." He looked over at the door.
You shrugged. "That was ten years ago, I'm sure that person doesn't still exist."
"I suppose you're right about that." He agreed. The sound of a door opening behind him caused you to whip around. The door that had been plaguing you finally opened, and a man wa
ToshiroxReader: Still A Bit DrunkToshiroxReader: Still A Bit Drunk by 13Youko
Toshiro groaned as he woke up; his head throbbing so much that he kept his eyes closed. What happened? He remembered Matsumoto running off again and then Third Seat (Name) had offered to help. What happened after that? He groaned again as he rubbed his forehead. He couldn't remember. His eyes slowly opened and he blinked, still seeing only back. He then realized he was laying on top of something that was warm. He shifted and heard a small moan below him, which caused him to quickly shoot up then grab his head as pain shot through his temples. "Damn it." Something moved on the bed next to him and he looked down, only for his eyes to widen a moment later. "(N-Name)?"
You made a small moan moving a bit. Your shinigami top had come loose while you were sleeping showing more skin then usual and causing blood to rush to the young Captain's face. Toshiro jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He splashed water on his face and leaned against the sink. He had to remember what had happ
GarrusxReader: Reach and FlexibilityGarrusxReader: Reach and Flexibility by 13Youko
You sighed leaning back in your seat. You had been staring at the computer screen in front of you for hours with no luck; you just couldn't figure out where to go from here. Collectors or Reapers, you couldn't find a solid lead on anything. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, feeling a head ache coming on, and closed your eyes in an attempt to relieve it. There was a faint whooshing sound behind you from the door opening.
"Here you are Shepard." A male voice said from behind you. "I was wondering where you disappeared to."
You turned in your chair to face the Turian.. Garrus Vakarian, one of your most trusted team members, who had watched your back on missions several times. Like always he wore his full body armor showing only his head and his glowing visor that covered one eye. You smiled at him. "I keep asking you to call me (Name) Garrus. You've known me long enough."
"My apologizes. It is something I'm still trying to get used to, but I will try my best, (Name)."
"Good. Now did you
Droplets (TeenGermanyXTeenReader) RequestThis one is for you ~mangakid14, I hope I did your idea justice ^^ Thanks to all of you who are reading it at this very moment, if it's not to much to ask, please leave a comment to tell me what you thought of it ^^Droplets (TeenGermanyXTeenReader) Request by Shihagami
Your family never was athletic, so your parents weren't surprised when you got detention for not "putting in enough effort" in gym. That bastard Kirkland just had it out for you, you knew it. You trudged to the teachers' lounge and knocked on the door.
Kirkland's blond head stuck out of the door. "Ah Miss (y/n), wait by the gym hall with the other one, I'll come in a minute." And with that he was gone, disappearing back into the lounge. You trudged to the old building wondering who 'the other one' could be.
Turning the corner you saw, recognized and immediately reacted by jumping back behind the corner. You snuck a peek again to make sure it was him and seeing it was, you slumped down on the ground against the wall.
God. Of all the people you could have sent, you just had
Heat Waves *EnglandxReader*"Arthur," you mumbled through your pillow. "I hate this vacation. I hate it so much."Heat Waves *EnglandxReader* by LupiniunStar
You were in your room, in your cool, air conditioned house. You were on your bed, wearing a pair of (f/c) shorts and your favorite tank top. You were currently curled up on your bed, hugging your pillow against your face. Your best friend, Arthur Kirkland, gentleman, Briton, bad cook, was in your room with you, sitting on the desk chair next to your desk and trying to comfort you.
Because not only had this been a boring vacation so far, with you being in your house almost twenty-four-seven, and all your friends (even Arthur for a bit) going to various places (half of them went out of the country, for the love of cornflakes!), but you had made a mistake. A fatal mistake. You had watched a romantic movie marathon.
You had a difficult time doing almost anything with guys, but you were a romantic at heart. You wanted to be swept off your feet one day by a handsome man.
And for quite some time now, this ha