Russia x Reader: Father FrostYou hated your stepmother. You hated her to the point that if anything happened to her, you doubted you could even pretend to care. The same went for her daughter – your stepsister. How could your sweet, loving father have married such a witch? It had to be for beauty. There was no doubt that your stepmother was a very beautiful woman and her daughter was pretty as well. But what did it matter if someone could look like an angel and behave like a devil?Russia x Reader: Father Frost22 hours ago in Romance More Like This
The feeling was mutual by the way. Every day you grew more beautiful and, despite your hatred, more virtuous. You were kind to all and respected everyone (unless they didn’t deserve it). Needless to say that the daughter hated you too. She grew prettier but remained as cruel as ever, showing kindness only when she desired something and contempt when she didn’t.
“Good morning, ______,” greeted your father as you entered the kitchen.
“Good morning to you as well, father,” you chirped as you placed
'Sun and Moon' - [Eren x Shifter!Reader] - Part 2'Sun and Moon' - [Eren x Shifter!Reader] - Part 220 hours ago in Romance More Like This
---Sun and Moon: Part 2---
Calling you a 'pushover' was no exaggeration on Eren's part. The very idea of saying 'No' to the other trainees was just so daunting to you, your tendency to cave in without a fight was laughable, pitiful, and seriously troubling all at once. Everyone saw it. Little did they know that the reason was more than just wanting to please everyone else. Somehow, you felt as though if you refused or argued back, they would immediately suspect something was up. They'd stare at you with a scrutinizing eye, and with one mere look you would be found out on the spot.
Still, being the meek and obedient little mouse wasn't exactly the path of least resistance you had expected to be. It was a reputation that made you attract a different sort of trouble entirely. … You had never given Jean Kirschtein permission to lean in and sling his arm over your shoulder so brazenly, too close for your comfort. But since you found no courage to protest, he took your si