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WW2 Hetalia Style: Ch 1 Mission Start up!France: I missed you all so much!WW2 Hetalia Style: Ch 1 Mission Start up! by LunaDionxi
Me: Sorry I Haven't been posting much T-T I hope this makes up for it!
France: You *points* ! You've been denying me the love of the readers! *hisses*
Me: .I own nothing .
"Why the hell am I tied to a chair?" I growled.
"Guys she's awake!" A voice called.
"We heard you git!" Another more British voice yelled.
When the five figures came into view I nearly killed over. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!" I yelled rocking the chair.
" Mon angelina just answer a few questions for us, oui ?" France smiled caressing my cheek.
"Don't touch her you wanker!" Britain yelled "She's probably one of them!"
" 'Them'? Oh you mean the Axis?" I asked.
"Is that a yes?" Russia smiled, pipe at hand.
"No." I said calmly.
"Then where are you from, aru?" China asked.
" What? Can't you tell? But pssh America wouldn't know where, course not." I rolled my eyes.
6 Hours - Harrison Wells x Reader6 Hours - Harrison Wells x Reader by TheLadyOfManyFandoms
Harrison chuckled at Cisco’s little joke while Caitlin shook her head at his antics. He felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled out his phone.
(Y/n) calling …
“Ooh, someone’s got a call from his Mrs.” Cisco sang as he walked out of the room. Dr Wells sent him a playful glare as Caitlin followed her friend to another part of the facility.
“You know that’d be funnier if they were actually married?” Harrison heard her say as her voice echoed down the corridor. Smiling to himself, Wells answered the buzzing phone.
“Hey, we missed you at breakfast.” He said happily. There was a silence on the other end for a brief second until it was filled with the deep voice of a man.
“She’d say something sickeningly sweet if she could, but I’m afraid she’s a little tied up at the moment.”
“Eiling.” Wells said through a clenched jaw.
“Nice guess. Now listen here, I want the Firestorm Matrix in 6
Mother (Daryl Dixon x Reader)“Daryl, you shouldn’t be out here,” Rick told the redneck as they both stood next to the SUV.Mother (Daryl Dixon x Reader) by ChristaRennerston
“Why?” Daryl didn’t stop as he placed his crossbow in front of the passenger seat.
“You know why, she doesn’t need to be here by herself.” The sheriff reached in and took the bow back out.
Daryl glared and yanked it from Rick’s hand. “She can take care of ‘erself!”
“That isn’t the point, Daryl, she needs you. We can do this run without you this one time; we’ll be fine,” Maggie said before taking the front passenger seat.
Rick took the driver’s seat as Michone and Tyrese took the back. The doors were closed before the archer could get another word in. He kicked some of the gravel in front of him as he headed back inside the prison and swore quietly.
Walking back inside, he went around the blocks to check on everyone as he did his best to calm down. He couldn’t see her while being ma
Angel Impersonation(Team Free WillxReader)Summary: You find a trenchcoat among the boxes in the bunker.Angel Impersonation(Team Free WillxReader) by callmewinchester
It was another day of searching through the many rooms of the bunker. Today’s room of choice was one that was dedicated to clothes for various disguises and alias’, along with the occasional box of casual clothing.
“Why did they need so many ties?” Sam questioned. “This is literally the third box I’ve found stuffed with them."
“I don’t know but I must say, I sure do admire their collection of sunglasses,” Dean replied as he slipped on a pair of reflective aviators.
“Hey, hey guys look,” you said as you pulled on a trench coat that was very similar to a certain angel’s. “I’m an angel of the lord,” you said with a lowered voice.
“No thanks (y/n),” Dean said. “One angel is enough to deal with.”
“But Dean,” you said, still trying to sound like Cas, “I’m the one that gripped you t