Male!BelarusXReader: It kills me inside [Ch. 7]Male!BelarusXReader: It kills me inside [Ch. 7]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 7: Confession
The time has come. I was searching for Vladimir to end this lie. It took me a while to find him, but when he saw me he ran at me and hugged me strong.
"Please! Tell me you'll marry me!" He insisted with his idea.
"I won't." I sincerely said. I wasn't showing any fear or insecurity.
"Sestra, what happened to you?" He let me go and started at me, trying to figure out what happened to "my" voice.
"Don't even try. I'm not who you think I am. Can't you recognize my voice? Did you really forget me?"
"Are you, by any chance, ____?" He asked unsure.
I look off my contact lenses and looked at him with my (eyes' color) eyes. "Yes! I am! Surprised!?" I yelled. My eyes expressed the sadness I was feeling.
"What did you do!?" He yelled back.
"What did I do?? Is it hard to understand??"
"Why would you do that, then??"
"You don't understand, you ignorant." I looked down. I felt my heart breaking and I felt my world ending. I felt losing my sanity. I felt like the p
Christmas Night (FinlandxChild!Reader)"(Name), dear! It's 10:00, go to sleep!"Christmas Night (FinlandxChild!Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You pouted. "I wanna stay up and meet Santa Claus!"
Your mom smiled and shook her head. "Alright, but no later than Midnight, okay?" You frowned.
"If you stay up too late, Santa Claus won't give you any presents!" You gasped.
"I didn't know that! Thanks for telling me!" You ran past your mom and up the stairs. You hopped in your bed and stared out the window, hoping to see a reindeer or something.
After a while you began to nod off.
"N-no! I can't! I need to thank Santa Claus for last year's presents!" You got a bit thirsty, so you tiptoed downstairs to get a glass of milk. "What time is it?" You thought and looked at the clock hanging in the kitchen.
"12:01?!" You gaped. Then you looked at the empty table. "Wait! The cookies and milk aren't set out!" You tried your best to drag the stool over quietly with no luck. It screeched loudly. Luckily your parents were heavy-sleepers. You climbed the stool and stood on the counter, clinging o
Three Words - Switzerland x ReaderSwitzerland x ReaderThree Words - Switzerland x Reader2 years ago in Drama More Like This
You couldn't count how many times this had happened. Five, or ten, fifteen, or twenty? It was funny how you thought the numbers mattered.
As you curled up on the curb outside in the cold, a strangled sob escaped you.
How many times had they said anything? How many times had the nasty whispers been hushed as you walked by? Had they given you dirty looks? Had they made you feel like this?
How many times, how far too many times, had you sat alone and cried?
You could cry to the point where it gave you a migraine and you still couldn't stop the sobbing, even when the tears dried up. But the next day you could cry again. How you wanted it to stop. How you wanted to just run away. It would be a dream come true.
But you couldn't be thinking like this. Who were you? Not some crybaby. You had to be strong. You were sick of this. The only way it would stop if you made it stop.
You sniffed and angrily wiped your face with your arm, trying to convince yours
High School Dances and Hetalia Guys - Hong KongYou really didn't like dances.High School Dances and Hetalia Guys - Hong Kong2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Normally, you stayed far away whenever a dance was taking place at your school. You hated the dark, crowded gym with people constantly elbowing you or jostling you or stepping on you. Then there was the occasional creeper that tried to hit on you, and also the possibility of making a total fool of yourself if you actually bothered to try and dance a little. Not to mention that the seizure-inducing lights were annoying, and most of all- the drama that went on between the students was ridiculous. Apparently there was something about the environment that made those already out of control teenage emotions and hormones run high. Catfights, fistfights, screaming matches, girls sobbing hysterically in the bathroom, and the ever-popular make-out session, right there in front of everyone. Did we really need to see that? Sometimes there were even kids passing around drugs or booze. It all unnerved you, and even disgusted you. You couldn't think of a single reason w
Pirate!EnglandXReader Count PPirate!EnglandXReader CountPirate!EnglandXReader Count P2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stood there a moment, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. You set the mallet back down and wondered how, exactly, this was in the kitchen. Now that you looked a bit closer, you saw some blood on it. Oh, right, you had had some stew with some chunks of meat in the other day. Your mother must have been tenderizing the meat.
You drifted off, remembering how delicious that stew had been. You hadn’t had meat in a while, that had been so amazing…
You snapped to attention when the door slammed shut again.
Your mother was there, clutching her basket of supplies and brushing her hair back from her forehead. Her eyes swept over the mess and her eyes flashed.
"______." She said your name in a calm voice that was much more frightening than if she had screamed at the top of her lungs.
You blanched and looked away, turning to avoid your mother's stare. She gasped and dropped her basket.
"______!" You flinched. She ran over to you and lo
HetaliaxReader- Airport- China"_____. I am here to pick you up." declared a thickly accented voice from behind you.HetaliaxReader- Airport- China2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wang Yao!" you squealed in delight, spinning around to hug the Chinese man.
"Yes. I said I would pick you up from the airport at five thirty." Wang Yao looks puzzled,
"Did you not hear me?"
You blushed, "No… I heard. It's just… Wow, you're right on time!" You let out a nervous little laugh.
"Yes, well, what do you want to do now…?"
Your stomach growled, "How about dinner…?"
Wang Yao nodded, "Sounds perfect. What would you like?"
"Chinese sounds delicious but I don't think there are any Chinese restaurants around here…"
"Don't be silly, ____. There's one right here." Wang Yao looked down at you, head tilted slightly, eyeing you over with a puzzled look.
"What? No there's-" And then you looked around. The airport was filled with many restaurants, shops and houses. The people bustling along the street were all of Asian descent and seemed to be off to jobs of some kind or another. A sign hung just above