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    Your coffee cup sat abandoned and dirty on the night stand. Black dregs of grounds smeared the insides, leaving some trace of the caffeine you had guzzled down. Your bed looked odd for two in the morning, seeing as if was untouched and uninhabited.    Edward snored on in it's twin across the room, his metal arm glinting in the moonlight that streamed in the open window.    "I'm not tired." You yawned, feeling yourself lean towards the cold comfort of his metal. "Quit telling me to go to bed."    "You need some sleep." Al insisted with a faint smile in his voice. "I'll be fine by myself. I'm used to it."    You voiced a mumbled com

“Pursuer, is that you?!” “Deadpool!?” You looked down at the man who had climbed over you, hugging you tightly, head against your chest. You blinked, tilting your head lightly. Pursuer, you? No, you were not- You felt unfamiliar burning in your hands, but ignored it for the time being, as you wrapped your arms around the man. It happened because of your knowledge of the connection between the man and his friend. You didn’t even stop to think about how he got into your apartment, or where exactly he was rubbing his face against. You felt so much sympathy for him, that you’d break it to him later on. Hug

   If you havent read my other story (the Slenderman x Child!reader) please do. It corresponds with this. http://fav.me/d6su8kw         You slowly walked down the street, your feet aching from the previous activities you had done. You had been invited to a party at one of your fellow seniors house and decided to go. Which wasn't that bad but you didn't count on your parents taking your car and you having to walk to your friends house. The bottom of your heel was hurting like hell and you knew they were going to feel a lot worse when you got home. If you got home, that was. You didn't like the fact that you had to walk home during the nightt

Sheltering Home (Homestuck x Reader) Introduction. You sat in your bed, staring at the clock. It was only 7:23, and the Saturday before winter break. You were alone in your house, since your dad was somewhere in England researching some long-forgotten chapel for his newest book and your mother was touring the country, performing the latest surgery in front of expectant medical students. You were fairly used to this though; your parents would often disappear for months at a time. It used to be a pain, but now that you were sixteen and in possession of your own driver’s license, you found you can deal. However, it was lonely. That&rsqu