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  You loved being a waitress. Something about the hustle and bustle of the business made you feel alive. The smell of the delicious, tantalizing food, the chorus of voices and silverware clanking were just a few things you enjoyed about working in the restaurant business. You were a part of a well-connected, well organized team which also made the busy nights fly by without a hitch. That was all thanks to your manager, Levi Ackerman. Never before had you worked for such a strict, hard working person and you'd only worked there three months, but he took the responsibilities more seriously than anyone you'd ever met. You admired and respected h

[Entry for espressocakes (https://www.deviantart.com/espressocakes) contest, December 18, 2015] http://espressocakes.deviantart.com/journal/Choco-s-First-Ever-Fic-Contest-578476460     Birds sang outside your window, glorifying the rising sun. There was a shift in temperature as the soft, early morning breeze danced through the slightly cracked window of your bedroom, cooing to you in a soft whisper, imploring you gently to rise from your fabric cocoon. Though your eyes opened, all you could see was a soft violet haze, but a soft smile found residence on your lips and a pleasant warmth across your cheeks. You were no longer a soldier, eyes wounded in an accident that should have

The bedroom was dark, nothing but a dim, crimson shadow cast across the room from the numbers on the alarm clock. The ceiling fan hummed monotonously, it's beaded draw-string tapping against the glass dome. Tick, tick, tick, tick. A wisp of air escaped through your nostrils, and you rolled over onto your back for the umpteenth time. You squeezed your eyes closed, and even flailed an arm over them to further prevent them from opening; your lids absent of the weight of sleep. You'd been trying to doze off for over an hour. You could feel the soreness of exhaustion down to your bones, but your mind was wandering every which way; the clock

The small flat was comfortably silent, the crisp outside air allowed to creep in through the only open window. The smell, and very ambiance were ineffable, but gave the senses a nostalgic and familiar feel. The sounds of children running door to door, their excited squeals and giggles when they received their favorite candies echoed through the night. Your nose was pink and frosty, but you welcomed it. Huddled within the comfort of your over-sized sweater and the shared heat of the man beside you, the chilled atmosphere posed no threat. The only light that shone was the full moon, and the glow of the television; the two forms nestled on t

The skin between your brows puckered, and one arched inquisitively at the familiar, lanky figure sat on a park bench. Your classmate's identical uniform was hard to miss, as was his signature, long-since out-dated bowl cut. Mob's long legs were sprawled out in front of him, spine slouched and a hand pressed to his forehead. For several uncounted, silent seconds you watched him stare at the ground. It wasn't until he pulled his hand away the you saw the blood stained palm. "Mob?" You cried incredulously. The teen looked to you aloofly, eyes drooped in the same deadpan stare since middle-school. You felt yourself pale at the trail of crimso

A Kiss for the Hero. Levi x Reader "(Name)'s pretty cute, isn't she?" Levi froze in the middle of doing his paperwork to cast a glance to his subordinates as they chatted. "I guess, not really my type though." His eyes narrowed and his grip on the pen tightened. What did he mean 'he guessed'? You were adorable, not to mention beautiful. It was part of the reason he fell for you. Gunther turned to face Levi, apparently unaware of the Captain's increasingly sour mood. "What do you think Captain?" Levi's face maintained its indifferent look as he thought about how to respond to that. The two of you had been keeping your relationship somewhat

...Kageyama Tobio When you spot him he's in the middle of setting, his blue eyes focused on the ball and his attention only on the game. You decide that you should not bother him as it would likely get rid of the good feel of the game he and his team have going right now and disrupt the balance. It would also likely result in him getting mad at you and having an awkward silence hang over the two of you for the next couple hours or the both of you having to leave practice early. Neither path is one you would like to take so, taking advantage of your naturally small presence, you walk over to where two girls have already sat down. You figure t

Inspired by 2x09 so there are spoilers! A/n: In this story, you are Barry Allen’s older sibling and an incredible detective at the CCPD. The visit from Zoom was eating at Harrison alive. He didn’t know what to do or who to talk to about his problem. That’s when it struck him – (Y/n). She was the only person he could trust with the information and so, he pulled out his phone and dialed her number. You were at your desk in the CCPD and happened to be swamped with work. You had just gotten off the phone with a witness when your personal phone started singing carols on your desk. Taking in a deep breath, you answered the

Shut Up, I Love You. [Brick Jojo x Chubby! Reader] “Didn't I tell you to shut up!” Brick growled at his green eyed brother. “You did, but I decided not to listen.” Butch shot back, crossing his arms cockily. “You'll lose your ability to speak if you don't shut it.” Brick snapped. “It's not my fault you stare at her like she's a piece of  f**king meat.” “I said: Shut. Up!” “He has a point Brick.” “Stay out of this Boomer!” “Sorry, geez!” Butch laughed, “See, she drives you nuts! And your getting defensive.” Butch chall