Punk!EnglandxSinger!Reader - Savior
(Edit: This song isn't Savior by Skillet OR by Black Veil Brides! I'm sorry! It's Savior by Rise Against! *goes to corner of shame*
You were reading your favourite book at the coffee shop near your house, and realized you had made a mistake coming there. Not knowing there was a Rock Band competition happening today on the café stage, the place was crowded with teenagers from your school. The ones you did not want to see outside of that place.
You tried to concentrate on your book, but finally put it down on the table in defeat. It was too loud for your taste, but you tried not to let it bring down your mood. As you observed your perimeter, your eyes made its way to the stage. Yeah, the drummer was good. The guitarists were awesome too. But, oh god, that singer.
That singer was tone deaf.
As the song finished, the audience around the stage cheered for everyone but the singer, as you assumed. For about a half hour, you watched people come onto the
Punk!England x Reader Request- The Girl InsideYou sighed; another boring day of simple schoolwork. Well, simple for you at least, seeing as you were known all around school as the most serious student alive. Or at least that's the façade the other students believed.Punk!England x Reader Request- The Girl Inside3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You truthfully loved to have fun, but your parents had really put on the pressure about school. Thus you were forced to hide that one side of you that you secretly loved. That side included a girl that was quite the opposite from the strait A, quiet, and serious girl who had eventually also become a part of you. Yes. The other half of you was the side you'd been forced to suppress by your parents.
The girl inside you who was sarcastic, snappy, couldn't care less about school, and who loved to turn her music up full blast was the one your parents could never know about- or anyone else for that matter.
The only problem about this was that one guy who seemed to know who you really were on the inside. He'd even made some sly remarks about how he'd love to crack
ChinaxMaid!Reader - Truth or DareChinaxMaid!Reader - Truth or Dare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just another day at an unproductive World Conference in the country of France, when the Countries started a feisty game of truth or dare...
"Fine, I pick dare," China said stubbornly.
"Alright," France said as he reclined back into his seat, "I dare you to confess your feelings to whom you love~" Prussia and Spain smirked, and averted their eyes to the tall Russian man sitting patiently with his usual creepy smile.
"Da, go on, you can tell Russia how you feel. We can become one then." Russia assured contently.
"AIYAH, NOT YOU, ARU." China blushed, burying his face into his hands. America rolled his eyes and smacked Spain and Prussia lightly across the head. "Not the Commie, dude. We mean (__f/n__)!" The American turned to China, "You do like her, right?" Everyone pivoted their attention to China.
"You've... got the hots for one of the maids working here?" Prussia asked raising an eyebrow, "Wow, China, that's kinky. I never knew an old man like you was
Request - Punk!England x Reader : ConcertYou couldn't help but stare at the outrageous guy sitting next to you, who just happened to be Arthur Kirkland, someone you had a crush on. He was dressed in baggy clothes and he had a few piercings, the most noticeable were the ones on his eyebrows and lip. Music was pouring out of his headphones and he was moving his head in time with the music, eyes shut. You couldn't help but stare he was gorgeous. Messy blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a very alluring British accent in your mind, he was absolutely perfect, apart from the attitude he had with the teachers when they told him to turn his music down. He usually stuck his tongue out at them, gave them "the finger" or just grumbled under his breath and turned his music up. You looked down at your text book. You hadn't written a thing throughout the lesson, because you had been staring at the punk next to you the entire time. You let out a sigh and looked at Arthur again to see that he was now looking at you. He looked aRequest - Punk!England x Reader : Concert3 years ago in Romance More Like This
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You sigh and walk over to your living room window. It was sunny in (Place), the total opposite of what you felt.
Exactly a week ago you had confronted your boyfriend, Alfred, on why he was spending so much time with some bimbo. He had then explained- er well, more like bragged that she was the love of his life and the two of you were done.
You laugh bitterly at that thought, that's the exact same way you two had become a couple. He dumped his previous girlfriend for you, saying the exact same thing. Well, once a player always a player.
You look over at the clock on the wall to see its 1:20pm. Your eyes widened and you dashed out your door, grabbing your keys, wallet, and phone.
"Why the hell did I lose track of time!" You yelled while dodging pedestrians, "If I'm late again Arthur will never forgive me!"
Arthur. That's someone who's always despised your Ex-boyfriend even though they're brothers. He even warned you about him, but you were to lovestruck to believe him.
Now that yo
EnglandxReader- ZonesEnglandxReader- Zones3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*~*~*~*Narrator (AWWHH YEAHH)*~*~*~*
You were hanging out with your friend Antonio during lunch time, trying to find a way to show him you didn't
like him a certain way.
And it wasn't just him; it was all of the Bad Touch Trio. They were constantly hitting on you, and you were tired of pretending not to notice it.
Yes, that's right; you didn't love any of them. /slapped/
Okay, okay! Actually you may have liked them, but I mean, c'mon! They were your friends, but they were also huge players. You didn't want to set yourself up to get hurt by them. And you already had enough satisfaction watching plenty of girls come and go with the trio. It was always the same to you; a girl coming in benevolent and happy, and then leaving with tears in their eyes. The trio lacked the ability to hold a relationship because the three often lost interest in the same girl. Fast.
If only your best friend were here to
England x Reader: PhotographEngland x Reader: Photograph3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Phew!" You sighed loudly as you placed some boxes down on a bed in your friend's new home. "Thanks for the help love!" Arthur said to you placing a box down by the bed. "No Prob Artie!" You offered to help him out. You two have been best friends . . . since forever.
Arthur: Look at this photograph.
You: Every time I do it makes me laugh.
Arthur: How did our eyes get so red?
You: And what the hell is on Alfred's head.
You remembered the first day you met him. Not only him, but Francis Alfred and Matthew too. You guys have always been by each other. Arthur. . . .has just been there the entire way.
You were wandering though the meadow in a pure white gown and a solid blue cape. You were walking by the top of a hill when you heard a child scream "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" Yelled a small boy running in circles at the bottom of the hill. "HOLD STILL GIT!" Yelled another. "MON DIUE! DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Another yelled. "Guys. Calm down" One said in a qu
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Punk!England x Reader
CONTAINS SOME BAD WORDS
Going to school had its ups and downs for you. The upside was that you could see your friends. The downside was that you had to do a crap ton of homework. But somehow you managed to do it all in one night. You were a regular girl in school with [h/l][h/c] hair and bright [e/c] eyes. You got along with almost everyone in the school except for him. He had emerald eyes and dirty blonde hair. And his eyebrows! Man, don't even get yourself started on those things. You could probably land planes on them! You two just didn't see eye to eye. You tended to stay away from him and he did the same to you. Everyone knew that you two hated each other, what for, they didn't know. Anyways, you were in English class and were talking to Alfred Jones. "Hey, [name], are you trying out for the talent show?"
"Oh, I don't know. Probably not. What am I going to do? Sing? I don't have a good voice."
"Well-" The bell rang, cutting off Alfred. Yo
Punk England x ReaderThis was it, the big Battle of the Bands contest you'd been waiting for all week. You'd snuck out that night, not that you're uptight parents knew you were in a band anyway. They thought you were working on an band project. Close enough to the truth. You'd also managed to convince you're friends to enter your band, Hep Talia, in the Battle of the Bands.Punk England x Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't know if I can do this," you confessed to your guitarist and one of your best friends Francis. He just gave a smooth smile and rested an arm on your shoulder.
"Of course you can!" he reassured.
"Besides," Added your other best friend and drummer Antonio, "He'll be here and listening tonight," I blushed at the thought of my crush, Arthur Kirkland, being here. You've had a crush on him ever since he transferred from England and sat next to you in you're math class a year ago. Even though you've never talked to him and he wasn't in class that much from ditching you still can barley speak around him. The only reason he was was becau
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"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked, worriedly.
You were over at Lovino's house after he had skipped school, causing you to worry. He wasn't always like this; even if he did have an attitude and swore his mouth off at the ones who loved him most, he never meant harm, or to do something as drastic as skipping school. You went straight over to his house afterschool to see him moping around on the floor of the living room.
"Nobody would care." He replied back in a monotone voice, flipping through the television channels.
"Okay, now that's bullshit Lovi. I would care! Your brother would care! Antonio and Grandpa Rome would care!" You reasoned. At that moment, Feliciano entered the room to stand beside you in the doorway.
"Get the fuck out," Lovino snapped, tossing a pillow directly at Feli's face, causing him to flee into the next room. You felt kind of honoured that Lovino hadn't chucked a pillow at your face yet, telling you to leave.
You stared at him until he was f
England x Reader : Father's Day"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up, Wake up!"England x Reader : Father's Day3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur groaned and you giggled
"Your daughter is awake" You said, hugging him close
"Yes, I had noticed" He said
The two of you stayed lying there in bed with your eyes shut; hoping Alice would give up and go back to bed. Your daughter was cute, but she had annoying little habits. Like waking you up in the middle of the night to go to school, yet throws a fit when it is time to go in the morning. She had [Hair colour] hair, just like yours and her father's dazzling green eyes. You thought she looked like the pictures that he had shown you of his mother, who died when he was very young but he kept insisting that she was looking more like you by the day
"Wake up! Wake up!"
Arthur sighed, indicating he had decided to give up. He sat up and you opened your eyes, watching him rub his eyes and stretch as your daughter jumped up and down on the bed
"Alright, Alice what is it?" He asked
"It's father's day! I have to give you a present!" She repli
England X Reader - Can't Sleep?England X ReaderEngland X Reader - Can't Sleep?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A white glow pierced through the darkness and created a safe bubble around you. You glanced down at the clock in the corner of your computer screen, only to groan at how late it was. You could feel that your eyes and body were tired, but you could not peel yourself away from Deviantart and stupid little things that kept appearing and stealing your attention. Without meaning to, you were procrastinating from slipping into a cosy and welcoming slumber; it wasn't the first time that had happened though.
A ghostly figure walked to your side. You didn't turn your head to greet your new companion, as your drying eyes were locked with the screen flicking the pretty light onto you. The radiance danced in the mirror formed by your half closed eyes; It wasn't a struggle to keep them open, but the luminosity against the pitch black around you made your eyes narrow and squint, as if they were tr
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"Well, Fine! I don't need you and your stupid ass anyway! Goodbye from your 'Other Lover'!" I screamed while I busted through Alfred's doors and went into my car to drive away far away from that stupid bastard.
My purse, car keys and my money are the only things that will make me happy right now except for the bar I'm heading to. Yes, the great ________ has been dumped by that stupid American bastard for for that whore he's dating now. Or should I mean that whore he cheated on me with.
A quick fight formed until I cut it off and decided to drown my sorrows in a bar. Yes, the most stereotypical way to make you happy after a breakup. That bar has actually been with my thick and thin; whenever I'm sad I always go there. Like my grandparent's death or the time where I didn't pass my final's exam. And now I'm coming here because the one I love now dumped me.
Once I saw the bar's sign in place, I quickly pulled over to where it is and parked my car. It seems pretty full, mostly from na
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EnglandxReader- Britain's Got Talent
You were a nervous wreck. You were trembling more and more as every second passed.
"Don't worry _____, I'm going to be great!"
"But what if you don't make it Arthur!"
"I didn't even want to come here in the first place."
It was true, you pressured Arthur to enter because he was amazing. You wanted desperately for him to win, but he couldn't care otherwise.
"I'll be fine, I promise." He reassured you.
Soon someone told us that it was his turn, and there was nothing to do but go backstage and watch him audition.
He sauntered up onstage with his custom electric guitar, and stood in front of the mic.
"Hello.~" Arthur said with charisma into the mic.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Arthur Kirkland."
"So what are you going to do for us Arthur?"
He pointed down to his guitar and said, "I'm going to play while singing."
Arthur plugged his guitar in to an amp, and walked back to the front.
As the first note started, Arthur just started owning the
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"It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in." -Coldplay
Be assigned, wait for death, capture the soul.
That was your strict routine as a shinigami, or otherwise known as a grim reaper. You were to live forever on the circumstances of following this cycle; as well as the other few rules. However if you did not, you would be stripped of your scythe by one of the Head Reapers and were to disappear completely without having a reincarnation of any kind.
These Head Reapers taking the scythe you were to behold were, well, exactly what they sounded like. Head Grim Reapers. They controlled the assignments given to you and the full extent in which how long they were to be. Fortunately for you, your father just so happened to be one of them.
Being a highly looked up to being that your dad was, you had your expectations as a high class reaper. Which, in this case,
EnglandxReader- Let's Go to the Beach!EnglandxReader- Let's Go to the Beach!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England x Reader- Let's Go to the Beach!
"The beach! The beach!" Your two year old daughter chanted as she hopped up and down beside you.
"You're right, Alice, that's the beach," you smiled down at her excited face and chuckled as her dark green eyes widened adorably. Gosh, she looked just like her father.
"It's so pretty!"
You kneeled down to her level and kissed her on the cheek before tightening up one of her blonde pigtails that drooped from her nap in the car. She turned when you were done and faced you, putting her hands to your cheeks to pull you forward and kiss you on the nose with a "mwah!" You kissed her back on her forehead and readjusted the frilly pink one piece swimsuit she was wearing before gently picking her up, making her squeal in delight.
You looked behind you at your husband, Arthur, who was a few feet away, struggling to carry the multitude of beach supplies: the umbrella, picnic basket, toys, and towels.
"Are you doing alright back there?" You laughed.
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England x Reader
Books: portals to another dimension, creators of a new meaning in life; crisp paper upon crisp paper, each piece is filled with adventurous tales, succulent romances, quizzical mysteries, bone chilling thrillers, astral Sci-Fi's and much, much more. As soon as the first page is opened, the imagination is endless. You are sent to a far off land, losing yourself in the depths of a new beginning, that beginning leading to a well-endowed plot which leads one of two paths: Success or Tragedy.
Our story begins here with an average height British man by the name of Arthur Kirkland and a young lady sitting underneath an oak tree in the mid fall. Her eyes glued to a book of sorts that most would simply ignore, but Arthur Kirkland on the other hand, took much notice not only to the book, but her alluring stature. Her soft hair fell perfectly around her face, her eyes sparkling under luscious lashes, the way s
England x Reader: Stormy WeatherShivering, you rushed down the sidewalk, eyes fixed on your shoes. You should have known better than to visit England without an umbrella; after all, the land was known for having a plethora of rain. But it was sunny earlier, you begrudgingly thought to yourself.England x Reader: Stormy Weather3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, you stopped to catch your breath, panting as you glanced at your surroundings. Much to your horror, you couldn't recognize any of them, and to make matters worse, it was getting late. The sky, previously a light grey colour due to the storm, was now a shade of jet. Your (favourite colour) jacket no longer provided any warmth for you, droplets of water dripping from the sleeves.
"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, but are you lost?" asked a concerned voice.
Startled, you looked up with wide (eye colour) eyes to see a man with wavy, blonde hair standing before you, a black umbrella protecting him from the downpour. His blue eyes looked worried, but being that he was a stranger, you couldn't help but instinctively
Pirate!England X Slave ReaderAuthor's Note:Pirate!England X Slave Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Captain Kirkland and his crew just lands on the island to resupply. As he and his first mate are heading to the market. The captain is going through the list of items he needs to get.
I need more corn, flour, ropes, chains, and I could also use a new sword, he thinks.
The market is full of vendors. They yell out great deal on this and a bargain on that.
"Here, go and get the rations I have on that list. Meet me back at the ship at two o'clock sharp. There will be consequences if you are late," Captain Kirkland orders him first mate and gives him a list of food items.
"Yes, Captain," The
Canada X Reader: Keep Your Head Up Laying your head down on your pillow, you stared up at the ceiling, wishing with all your might that tomorrow wouldn't come. You knew it was a futile to wish for such things, but that didn't stop you one bit. The words kept looping through your brain like a broken record.Canada X Reader: Keep Your Head Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Please don't let school come tomorrow. Please don't let school come tomorrow. Please don't let school come tomorrow '
With every loop through the phrase, you became drowsier and drowsier until finally you
*Short Time Skip*
Beep Beep Beep!
Lazily rolling over to stare at the clock, you laid there in silence as you switched the clock off.
'It came the dreaded day actually came '
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"Arthur...." You whispered. You tried shaking your husband so he could awake.
"Nghh..." Arthur groaned. He barely shifted his position and hugged you.
"Wake up Arthur..." you said a little louder and shook him a little harder.
"...It's too early." he groaned into your stomach.
"...It's 10 am, it isn't that early..." You purred. "And you said we'd go shopping..."
"...so? Let me please... Sleep more..." Arthur yawned and hugged your arms.
"But Arty..." Your eyes started to glass. "...I am hungry." you started sobbing. "I want..."
With that, he suddenly sat up and looked at you with incredulous eyes. "W-what? You want MY cooking?"
You rubbed your glassy eyes. "...no, but I wanted you to get up." you smirked and pulled on his arm. "Now that you're fully awake, get up!" 'I am not that stupid' you thought. "NOW." you shook him harder. "AND you promised me we were going shopping!" You said, barely controlling your rage, for some reason. You
Tea stains. EnglandXReaderTea stains. EnglandXReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were walking towards a big convention center in the city. It was a cold autumn morning, the wind blowing through from various directions, making you shiver.
'Hope this is as grand as Aunt said." you muttered to yourself, bringing your (j/c) jacket closer to yourself as if to warm you and tightening your fluffy (s/c) warm scarf around your neck as you were walking from the train station to the convention.
Yes, your auntie had gotten you tickets for a convention, one that you were really eager for and excited. She was like your best friend despite the age difference.
It was a Tea Convention.
You see, you adored tea beyond belief. You'd give up a soda and chips for Tea and cake. You loved the bitter tasting beverage. Such different tastes, aromas and strengths, all giving different flavoured and twists you were fascinated with.
Basically, you knew a lot about tea, you had been drinking tea since you were a baby. It was in the family. Your auntie was a membe
EnglandxReader- Confessions Part 1EnglandxReader- Confessions Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were sitting under the tree in the school courtyard, reading you favourite book, (insert book name here). You were awaiting the presence of your best friend, Arthur Kirkland, who always met up with you afterschool. He was a caring one; very sweet and gentle. You liked his company, because he always found a way to cheer you up during your worst moments. You waited under the tree for awhile, sitting in hopes that your best friend would show up, but to no avail did he come. You let out a sigh, finally deciding you waited long enough.
Swinging your back pack over one shoulder, you quietly stood up to leave, but soon heard your name being called in the distance.
"(Name)! (Name), over here!"
You look around in desperation, but couldn't find the source of the sound. You yelled back to the oblivion. "Where are you?" You questioned, confused. You hoped it was Arthur, but sadly couldn't recognize the voice.
"Over here! Look this way! THIS WAY!" It called back.
"Well, you're not helping! Whic
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You were running your evening shift at the most popular café in town.
You were lucky to get a job here, and the advantage you had above all the other pretty girls who applied here was that you actually did work. You didn't consider yourself to be gorgeous at all, but you weren't ugly either. It was a fact that you were simply just 'plain', but the idea of it didn't bother you the least. What did bother you, though, was the fact that you always felt under-appreciated for what you did, and the only possible reason for that was because you weren't pretty. Maybe if you were, people would acknowledge your presence, and notice you more. You thought that applying for a job would get you more out going, and so far you've come to know many different people at the café. Working here was the best idea you've ever had.
The thing that made this café so popular was that it had an open mic-night every Friday, and the café was always packed with people having a great time, d
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You were sitting on your front lawn peacefully, enjoying the summer air while reading your favourite novel. As you were finishing the last chapter, you swore that you had heard a hyperactive Italian screaming something about relatives in Bayern , coming closer from down the street. Peeking up from your book, you saw your friend Feli sprinting towards you, of course being chased by someone again.
"(__f/n__)! (__f/n__)! Quickly! Hide me! I don't want to be hurt!" He screamed in terror, jumping into your lap and shaking like a little Chihuahua. "H-hey! It's okay! Who are you running from?" You asked curiously before a loud voice boomed.
"HEY, IDIOTA. 99% SHIT STORM. YOUR WAY. RIGHT NOW." A thick Italian accent screamed out. You looked your way around the Italian in your lap to another Italian who so happened to be stomping his way over. It was kind of hot. He grabbed Feli by the back of his collar and dragged him off your lap, holding him to eyelevel. Of course, Feli was shorter so his