ModernAU MarcoxReader kissing accident6 years~
"Please!", a small (h/c) girl cried.
She was alone again in the playground. All the other kids didn't want to play with her. They bullied her physically and mentally at the same time.
She only wanted to play with the other children.
Play hide and seek or run with them over the playground.
But no. They didn't want her to join. It was just the day before or the day before that day. It was everyday the same but she tried and tried it.
Her lips started to tremble and her eyes watered.
"Oh. Does the little baby start crying?", the boy asked with a faked worried tone. An evil smirk appeared on his face.
"We don't want little crying babies to play with us. Go home. We don't like you! ", he said and pointed out his tongue to her.
Now she was really crying.
"I hate you!", she cried and ran away from this mean children.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks so she could barely see where she was running.
After a few minutes she stumbled over a small stone and
ErwinxCriminal!Reader you've stolen my heartThe night was just beautiful. Beautiful and perfect in your eyes
You sat on the roof of a house and waited for your chance.
Which chance? Someone would ask a kind of curious
It is easy to explain.
You were a criminal. You were the most badass criminal inside the walls and all the rich people were scared of you. Except the people from the military police.
You leaned against the wall of an old building. This building was left, alone and a perfect place for you to wait.
The small hand of yours clutched at a sheet of paper. The paper said that you had to be at this wall at exactly this time.
It was written from your biggest customer.
The military police.
Impatiently you stepped with your foot on the ground.
It is not that you have several other things to do at this moment and you truely didn't have all the day long to wait for them.
You growled annoyed and tapped quietly with your foot at the ground and looked from the left to the right.
One thing that annoy you the
AU ErwinxReader Kindergarten lectureChildren were screaming. It was music in your ears. Music, you ask? Yes, I said music.
You were a teacher in a kindergarten of this town. It was a peaceful place. But this peaceful atmosphere was destroyed by a well-known sound. Glass shattered and you stood up quickly.
Oh no... Not this again... You thought while you were hurrying towards the source of the sound.
You knew already whose fault it was.
He was the kindergartens terrorist and every day, he broke a new thing.
You stopped at the sight.
Shattered glass laid everywhere and Jean stood with his best friend, Marco, in the middle of it.
It was nearly unbelievable, that Marco was his best friend.
He was the nicest and kindest child in the whole town and damn, was he cute!
"What happened here?" You asked and walked carefully towards the two boys.
"IT WAS MARCO!" Jean screamed and pointed with his finger at his best friend.
Confused you looked at the small blonde boy.
"Jean…" You said in a warning tone.