DeadlyCosplayer

His Little Thief (Germany X Male!Thief!Reader)    His voice has never sounded so cold and stern that (Y/N) actually felt ashamed about himself. Sitting on the wooden table, Germany standing on the other side, he bowed down his head in shame, shaking a little. “Why would you do such a thing like this?” Germany shouted, his face a bit pink in anger. Of course he loved (Y/N), but the habit of his would get him in more trouble than this.    “Why did you steal this?” Germany growled, placing the golden necklace full of dog tags on the table, his eyes never leaving the smaller male’s head. “I-I don’t kn

You, (M/n) (L/n), were surprised to see Arthur Kirkland who was your boyfriend for 6 years, even asking a question like this to you. ~*Le Flashback With Flying Mint Bunny*~ "Today is going to be a bright, sunny day for London! So you better hang in here for some heat waves coming!" Nope. That statement was not, at all, true. In fact, it was a rainy day. Loud thuds were heard from upstairs. You turned your attention away from the window. "Iggy?" You called out the former punker's nickname. No reply. Curiosity washed over you and you got up, walking upstairs to your shared bedroom. You stood in front of the door. "Iggy, babe, are you okay?"

"If we weren't together, I would so ship you and Trip." Y/N states as he sits in his boyfriend's lap watching TV. "Aha, not really. I don't think-" You turned to look at him, seriousness written all over your face. "You two would be a great couple. Well, me and Aoba think so at least." You pouted, suddenly realizing how stupid you might have sounded. Virus looked at your dejected face and smiled slightly. "Even so, I have you. And that is all that matters~" Virus turned your head back in his direction once again and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. You blushed, kissing back and tangling your fingers in your boyfriend's blonde hair. He smirk

Choosing clothes is a kind of art. Selecting colours that suit your appearance, cuts that either emphasize or hide parts of your body to your tastes, choosing something that reflects who you are, that means you don’t blend into a group of people and become simply one of them, like a Borg drone to its Cube. And it’s even harder when you need to do things with clothes that few others would even consider an issue, just so you can avoid feelings of disgust about your own body. “Fucking tits”, you murmured, staring sideways into the mirror. The sports bras did depressingly little to flatten out your chest, even with three

"Daddy?" "Hm?" You watched him working, curiousity shining in your eyes. There was something so fascinating about the way your father worked. He would hunch over in his stool, stooping over his desk that was littered with carving tools and squares of leather and sketch sheets. There was a cup on the table, painted with "#1 Dad" and decorated with (f/c) (favourite animals). It was last years Father's Day gift, which you'd given him so he could hold his pencils in. But he had so many that they spilled out of their holder and across the table top. "Why are you so pretty?" Uta blinked owlishly at you, face impassive. But his black sclera an

Silence. [M/N] stood there, waiting for some kind of word from the other boy. But there was nothing.  Had Ayato left without saying goodbye? The door to Anteiku clicked and [M/N] felt someones presence at the other side of the door, staring at him. He caught the feminine scent of Kaneki, the one-eyed ghoul that apparently started staying here just a few months before him. “[M-M/N]?” Kaneki’s worried voice piped up as he hurried over to him, “Is something wrong?” [M/N] didn’t reply at first, turning to the slightly taller male and giving him a small smile, “No, but I want you to meet my friend.&#