No Coffee EnglandxReaderTea.No Coffee EnglandxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You never cared much for it. It wasn’t your least favorite beverage, that spot belonged to the disgusting diet shakes your mother kept drinking and always begged you to try. Those were the worst by far!
That being said, tea still wasn’t that high on your list. You’d tried it before, and tried it again, but it just didn’t do anything for you.
No problem, you told yourself, Nobody says I have to drink it, right? And for a good portion of your life, that was true. No one would force you to drink if you didn’t want it, and most people didn’t really offer it to you anyway.
And then you made the error of falling for Arthur Kirkland.
Acquaintances for a long time before becoming friends, you started to pursue things once you realized you found yourself attracted to Brit. You didn’t think he suspected anything yet, which was fine. It gave you more time to – for lack of a better word – analyze him. See what he
EnglandxReader: Connected by WiresEnglandxReader: Connected by Wires2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed for the ‘nth time’ ever since the sun set down; you looked at your silver wristwatch to check the time, you frowned when you realized how late it is already. You have to finish the report before the morning or else your British boss might cut your salary. You rested your chin at your palm as you stared at the monitor-checking the financial report that you will explain the next week. Your eyes traveled from the expenses to the income. Everything’s just fine, good thing you’re using excel since your high school days, now you’re a professional when it comes to rushing paperwork and finishing it nicely.
You spaced out for a moment, realizing that you already finished everything, including the graph. It’s already 1am and it’s pretty dangerous to go home alone, especially crime is everywhere in this busy city. You finished 4 cups of espresso and now you can’t sleep, yo
Filth (England x Reader)Somehow, and although the young beggar never quite understood how it could have come to be, it was effortless to recall the events in which she had come to be acquainted with a figure of such untainted, valued status and blood. Yet perhaps it was not all entirely an inconceivable matter, as the delicate happenings of grace were often difficult to lose mind of, nor was it something she wanted to pretend never existed in the first place, and thus throw away whatever lingering worth there remained.Filth (England x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was little to be said of mercy in the gutters, generally. There were not many possible words to accurately describe what horrors were witnessed, and what cruelty was so often delivered to her and those alike unfortunates who had no choice in the matter of the ways they would live, and the ways they would die.
It was a droning, painful existence.
He, on the other hand, always flawlessly looked the part of the clearly wealthy gentleman, his clothing fine and
EnglandxReader - Christmas LoveEnglandxReader - Christmas Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Staring out of the bedroom window, you saw the first few delicate drops of snow fall to the frozen ground below. A feeling of excitement passed through your body; you loved winter more than any other season during the year. You loved the snow, the snowball fights, the nights in front of the fireplace with a hot mug of tea or hot chocolate in your hands but more importantly, you loved the chilly time of year because you got to spend it with your best friend Arthur.
You had known Arthur since the two of you were kids. The moment you saw him, you wanted to be friends immediately, even though he was a bit reluctant at first due to his self-consciousness. Your small, awkward meeting blossomed into a fully-fledged friendship in a matter of weeks and it has stayed like that for several years. The only problem was, the pair of you went to different schools, which made it harder for you to see each other during the school year. That is why the Christmas season is a very substantial time for bot
Pirate!England x Pirate!ReaderWARNING: I swear. Big whoop. Oh, and Captain _____ can be your first name or last. Whatever you prefer. ^^ (But it probably should be last to be an equivalent to Captain Kirkland...)Pirate!England x Pirate!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were the best goddamn pirate on the seven seas. And everyone that had ever set foot on one of those infamous vessels knew it. Running on adrenaline, luck, and skill, you were always spectacular, which led to no one questioning your sex.
Black pirate garb, gilded with gold embroidery of the finest kind, almost always graced your skin, and your sword was never out of reach. With a back up dagger in your boot, you were a deadly foe. Deadly, unless you were evenly matched. So far, you had never come across an opponent even worthy of your presence. You pondered this lacking enemy in your life as you stood at the bow of the Raven, the wind and salt whipping at your face, and playing with your strands of (h/c) hair that escaped your black pirate’s hat, with the large black feather, and a (f/c) gem dec
England x Reader: String of FateEngland x Reader: String of Fate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Excuse me, _______ -san, but what are you rooking at?” a quiet Asian voice whispered beside you. You jumped, surprised by the sudden voice. You quickly closed the window that you were searching on.
“Ah, Kiku! What are you doing here?” you laughed.
“I was searching for seh anime the schoor just got in,” he grinned, tilting his head so that his dark hair fell to one side. “So, pardon me for asking, but was sat the Red String of Faith myth that you were rooking at?”
Your face flushed a tad bit pinker. “Uhm, yes, it was.”
“I sought so. You know, sat is very popurar in my country. Do you berieve in it, ______?” Kiku asked, looking into your (e/c) eyes. You knew that look well. That was the one where he scrutinized every detail of your face, read the mood, and could tell when you were lying.
You looked down, gazing at the black keyboard in front of you. “Well, I think it’s interesting…” you said, your
Pirate!England x Reader...The Bonds of Time Pt 1Pirate!England x Reader...The Bonds of Time Pt 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
Prolougue-The Girl with the Memory
"Oh why here. Why now. I thought I would never see him again!" You cried frantically slipping into the shadows of the walls.
They were all here. Spain. Prussia. France. And...him.
Even your brother was still giving him the evil eye. You put your hand to your face. "Oh Yao." You thought.
But why here? Why now? Wasn't he out of your life? Weren't you through with him? This was insane!
You glanced back at him once more. He and America were too busy poking France. You sighed. Slinking down into a sitting position.
They were all here. All here. You couldn't bare to look at them even. You looked out the window to watch the snow fall softly onto the ground.
Why though? Why here and now? The pain scorched you hard. Suddenly, your friend Mexico came by along with London. They sat next to you.
"Hey whats a matter ___________? You look pale." Mexico cried glancing from side to side. "Did somebody hurt you? Where is he I want to see him right now!!!"
Shakespearean Quotations (EnglandXReader)Browsing the books on the library shelves, words and couplets and sonnets swirling around your mind as your brain tried to make sense of the required reading. As a freshman in college aiming to become a biologist, being forced to take a semester of Shakespeare of all things seemed like a complete waste of your valuable time. It also didn’t help that nothing made an ounce of sense to you.Shakespearean Quotations (EnglandXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your eyes fell upon a collection of nicer-quality paperbacks nestled amongst the thick hard covers, bright colors and bold titles identifying them as some of Shakespeare’s more popular works. Upon closer inspection you realized that they weren’t necessarily books at all, but manga volumes.
This was the perfect solution! You would still be reading the actual plays, but the drawings would put them into context and all of your problems would be solved! You withdrew Romeo and Juliet, the play you were supposed to read this week, and began to walk away, but an accented voiced stoppe
England x reader- Friday Nights~Love is like a big present...England x reader- Friday Nights2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was your favourite day of the week; Friday. Tonight you were supposed to go to your best friend England's house for movie night, just like always. You'd been friends for roughly eight years, maybe a bit longer. He was always there for you when you needed him.
You had started to take a liking to your old friend, who knows the reason. There was just something about him that made you... Happy. You collected your items and checked how you looked in the mirror one more time, then walked downstairs and outside, being sure to lock the door behind you. After a few minutes of walking, you got to England's house and knocked on the door in a certain pattern; the two of you had come up with it as a way to know who was at the door. You could hear a little bit of commotion, then a loud 'bump' from inside. A few moments later England opened the door, rubbing his head with a small grimace on his face.
"Did you trip, Iggy?" You asked, giggling a small bit.
England x Insomniac!Reader - Late Night CoffeeEngland x Insomniac!Reader - Late Night Coffee2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I craned my head to look at the alarm clock that was currently blocked by my boyfriend's shoulder, I sat up. The bed creaked in protest as I tipped my body forward, peeking at the red numbers that proudly pierced my (e/c) eyes that had gotten used to the dark, 12:30 AM.
"Awh," I groaned and flopped back onto the soft sheets, I rubbed my eyes "The insomnia has gotten worse ..." I muttered to myself, sighing in defeat. The bags under my eyes had gotten darker day after day, they where clearly visible now.
I sat up once again and tip-toed to the entrance of our bedroom, throwing a last glance at my boyfriend's sleeping face I squeezed through the opening. I cast a glance across the stairs, those weak and creaky stairs that protested every time your feet pressed down onto the wood.
I held my breath as I carefully tip-toed down the stairs, begging for gravity to be on my side this one time. I stepped onto the cold floor and went to the kitchen.
I took out a (color) cup
Dance Teacher! England x Reader Chapter 1Your name is ____ ____ and today is the worst day of your life. It’s a Friday, which is usually a relief to you at every end of the week, but this particular one seemed hell-bent on making you as aggravated as possible at school.Dance Teacher! England x Reader Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Flashback: Earlier that day…
It all started at school, when your teacher yelled at you for falling asleep during class and forgetting to do your homework. Your classmates watched this with interest, seeing as you are one of the best students at your high school. The day got progressively worse, and it all ended with you tripping then falling down the stairs. “Someone should’ve warned you about the stairs!”* A student called out.
End of flashback
You groan at the memory and right now, you’re walking home with a crap-ton of books and homework. You start to make plans to decide on the best way to quickl
Ever Wondered...... Pt 1 (England x Elf!Reader)Ever Wondered...... Pt 1 (England x Elf!Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ever wondered what happens when dusk takes over the world?
Ever wondered what kind of creatures lurk in the shadows,
anxiously waiting for twilight hours to wash away the light?
Ever wondered how your life would be amongst them?
I have. All the time.
All I've ever wanted growing up was to be in a world where I would be understood, somewhere where I would be appreciated, and not looked down upon constantly. Somewhere where I wouldn't have to hide my identity for the sake of my own life. Somewhere where we don't live in a culture based on fear; it's not because you're different that you're bad.
That's what I've been taught. That's what my mother told me to believe-- to hide everyday. It's not because you can hear, see and do things others can't that you're a freak. It's just who you are, what makes you unique. Unfortunately, I was born in the wrong place, where, unless you fit the mould, you can't live properly. Heck, you're burnt to death if you don't follow it!
EnglandxReader - Learn and Grow UpThe air was muggy and hot. It had just rained and the aftermath was humidity. Hurrying on his way, Arthur walked through the damp streets, unaware of the homeless citizens laying around, soaking wet. He shouldn’t have to bother with the poor; they couldn’t do him any good anyways.EnglandxReader - Learn and Grow Up2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Up ahead, he noticed a man who was familiar to him. They weren’t close, nor did they get along, but he didn’t mind talking with him. “Francis, hello. What brings you here to England?”
The blond Frenchman turned around, his eyes saddened and dreary. “Arthur, it’s good to see you.” Moving his head back down, Arthur followed his gaze. A young girl lay on the ground, appearing to be dead. She was filthy and frail, yet had a certain appeal about her.
“Yuck, how can you stand looking at that?” Arthur grumbled, the smell getting to him. She was obviously homeless, and didn’t get a chance to bathe.
Francis glared at him, making him flinch. Did he
RQ: Child!England x Child!Reader - GoneRQ: Child!England x Child!Reader - Gone2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whilst the summer breeze blew around him Arthur sat on the edge of the quiet road, his emerald eyes glistening with salty tears, small hands clasped together. His best friend, ________, was moving away. The two had been friends since practically birth, and were as thick as thieves. They were completely inseparable. Now, ________ was leaving him.
Her father had gotten an amazing job proposition in America, and he had jumped at the offer. Her family needed the money, since they weren't exactly rolling in money. Arthur on the other hand, was better off. He came from a wealthy family and had never needed to ask for anything, because of this his young mind couldn't contemplate why they had to move. He only knew that he would miss her, with all his heart and soul.
"Artie?" a soft voice called.
Arthur looked up and dashed away his tears. __________ stood before him, wearing a pretty, pink summer-dress. Her hair was tied into two plaits on each side of her head which bounced every time she too
By NowBy Now2 years ago in Drama More Like This
A soft knock sounded from the front door of your apartment. You groggily got up from your spot on the couch and made your way to the ceramic door. You unlocked the various locks that decorated the frame and slowly opened it. Opening the door revealed the one person you didn't want to see at the moment.
A tall Danish man stood in front of you, his blonde hair defying gravity as usual. He sported his favourite black coat with red cuffs and wore a small black hat on his head. His blue eyes which usually sparkled now held a tinge sadness and regret.
"How've you been ___?" He asked. "May I come in?"
"Whatever." You said under your breath.
"I just came to get my things, then I'll be leaving." He mumbled.
You nodded in response and side stepped out of the way to allow him to by pass you. He immediately made his way down to the bedroom you two used to share. You heard the sound of drawers opening and closing. You sadly sat down on the beige couch that occupied your tiny living room. You grabbe
EnglandxSick!Reader "Oh for the love of God...." (Y/n) groaned and shoved her face in her pillow. She had been laying in bed all day, having caught an aweful cold. She would get into coughing fits easily, had to blow her nose every five minutes, and, every now and then, felt extremely nauseous. This sucked, she had plans with her friend too! England, though she prefered to call by his human name, Arthur. She would have to call him and cancel, much to her disappointment.EnglandxSick!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
So, she popped a cough-drop in her mouth so she wouldn't get into a coughing fit while she spoke, and grabbed her phone. She sniffled and bit as she heard a soft click from the other end, followed by a sexy British voice on the other side answering with a "Ello?" "H-Hey, Arthur..." "(Y/n)! What's wrong, love? You don't sound very good..." Well he hit it on the nose with that one... "I-I'm s-sorry, Arthur... I c-can't come o-over.... I caught a cold..." Though Arthur felt saddened at the news t
Request - Pirate!England x Princess!ReaderIt started off as a regular day ... for a Princess, anyway. You were to succeed the throne one day and rule your kingdom with kindness and wisdom like your parents before you. Though you loved being a princess, you often found yourself bored ... usually because your parents were forcing you to pick a husband from the Princes who lived in the neighbouring kingdoms. All of which, your parents wanted to form an alliance with and to be honest, you didn't want to marry any of them. The Prince from the East, Gilbert, was arrogant and boasted about his awesomeness. The Prince from the West, Ivan, seemed nice enough, but rumours told of his secret dark side which was caused by his traumatic past. Then there was the Prince from the North, Feliciano. He was a coward and always ran away from fights as he waved a white flag around. You definitely didn't want to end up marrying him if he would rather run than defend his kingdom. Truth be told, you wanted to marry out of love ... not just for your pRequest - Pirate!England x Princess!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This