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Call Me Maybe [Yato x Reader] CRACK!TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
You sensed a disturbance in the force. A dark presence loomed over you. The skin on the back of your neck prickled. Goosebumps formed along your arm. Your stomach churned, and cold adrenaline shot through your limbs as if preparing you for an attack.
Slowly, but surely, you crept towards the corner. To say the least, you were terrified, and you thought of every single horror movie you had ever seen. This might end poorly for you, but you would rather eliminate the threat than allow it to follow you home.
Your heart raced faster...faster...until the pulse pounded your ear drums. Your breaths came in short. You muscles tensed.
With a yelp, you jumped in front of the entrance of the alleyway only to find....
a stupid, dark haired hobo in a track suit making the stupidest face you had ever seen in your life.
Seriously, he looked like a damn cat with his mouth hanging open, and blue irises shrunk.
You groaned and planted your face in your hand. "Yato, what the actual hell?"
"Hey," he said,
April Fools Oneshots: Human! Bonnie X ReaderTemps: Ugh...I rushed this one...But at least Marionette got what he deserved for once!!TempsWolfi
Bonnie’s shriek terrified you, to say the least, having caught you off guard as you were working on cleaning some of the tables off.
For a moment, you were a little panicky. Was he okay? Had he been hurt? Not that it really mattered considering their supernatural regenerative abilities…But, you worried all the same.
“Bonnie?” you call, looking around.
You don’t get a response. With a sigh, you abandoned the Kool-Aid stained table and walked out of the room. Near the backstage area, you began to hear arguing.
“C’mon, Bon! Quit being such a wimp about it!”
“You know I hate getting dirty!”
“It’s just a little mess!”
“It’s raw sewage!!”
You raise an eyebrow, pausing outside the cracked door. You recognized the voices of Freddy and Bonnie, but…what was this a
April Fools Oneshots: Human! Foxy X ReaderTemps: Okay, so I had this weird thought while I was writing this...Some of you may or may not know this, but I've become a Deadpool fangirl once again--and then I realized something. DEADPOOL AND MARIONETTE ARE EXACTLY ALIKE!!! Breaking the fourth wall, perverted, psychopathic, crazy, violent, only really watches out for himself...MY MIND JUST FUCKING EXPLODED.TempsWolfi
Foxy did his very best to not get involved in the Prank War. He certainly didn’t want to be a part of that at all, so he hid in his old place behind the curtains in the Cove, curling up on the floor of the stage and even managing to fall asleep for a couple of hours. Until your voice dragged him from his dreams—not that he really minded.
“Foxy!!” you sobbed.
He was awake in an instant once he heard the panic in your voice. Several thoughts came to his mind for why you sounded so frightened. Had one of the others tried to kill you again? Had they hurt y
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Give It a Break|Attackonfanfiction
Ayato hadn't predicted this.
In the event he got close to someone, much less a human; he would've sworn to hate himself for it. And for a while, he did. The self-loathing feeling had embodied him whole for taking pity upon the species that had taken everything he had from him. His mother, his father, his childhood, and his relationship with his sister - the list was endless of what he had lost.
His occupation suited him perfectly. Kill humans, hurt the ones who had hurt him. Kill or be killed. That was the world he was flung into, a world without mercy, that'd take anything.
He recalls a memory. He thinks back to hearing one of his subordinates whisper their story, how they had become engrossed with a human, and fell in love. Ayato remembers the fury he felt, the disgust that twisted in his chest. In his mind, he couldn't grasp the concept of a ghoul, loving the trash he despised.
Ironic, it truly was. Since he himself, had fallen into a trap. Ensnared by someone he never expe
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Mistletoe|Attackonfanfiction
Milky colored fragments of frozen ice snuggled themselves into messy dark azure locks. Cool to the touch, yet heartwarming to see - they slowly began to multiply and spread themselves over any susceptible pieces of land. Fingertips grazed over the handle to the heat emanating from indoors, slowly manipulating themselves to successfully invite the person inside. Home was where the heart was, but what if you have no home?
A few trembling souls whispered amongst themselves as Ayato walked carelessly through the halls of what he had come to call home, though in his heart he knew it was far from it. It lacked in any department of what would define home for many others, but he'd make do with what he had. Selfishness was the key to ones demise, and Ayato threw away that key in replace for what was reality. He continued trotting through the hallways, shattered windows and peeling walls creating an unlikable sensation in his gut.
Faint murmurs sounded throughout the vacant base - destroying the