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Stargazing   [Sasuke x Reader] It was a peaceful-chilly night. The gentle cool night breeze blew ever so gently against your soft skin. The cold, cool breeze made you feel calm and at peace because throughout the day the air was thick, humid and hot which made you sweat like a gorilla. The night being the opposite, where the silent, pin-drop silence made you feel relax and the breeze feeling nice against your heated temperature body was the reason why you loved lying down on top of your house roof next to your boyfriend at night. This was the perfect moment for you. The perfect moment that you shared every second night with your boyfriend,

"Levi." 'Do you think I'm that scary?' "Levi.." 'I don't think (y/n)'s brat is scared of me though..." "Levi!" 'But shitty glasses keeps telling me not to look scary when I'm infron-' "LEVI!!" Levi was interrupted from his deep thinking, seeing this, made Erwin a bit satisfied at his plan with Hanji. "What is it eyebrows?" He replied rather rudely, Levi then flicked his head to the side, trying to hide the heat on his cheeks in front of his superior. "I need you to go review this restaurant tonight, it's new and really in style, many of the young teens enjoy eating at this place and I need you to go critic everything you see okay?" T

“Pietro!” his mother called from upstairs. “(Name) is here!” Pietro, who had been downstairs in the basement playing his arcade game, glanced up and then within a blink of an eye, he was at the front door of the house. “Jesus…” his mother muttered, blinking rapidly so that her vision could readjust. She was sometimes left dazed whenever Pietro zoomed past her at supersonic speed. She left him to open the door, his little sister watching TV and eating a sandwich he had made for her about fifteen seconds ago. He opened the door and there you were standing, casual smile on your lips. He leaned against