.:2P!America x Reader:.More Like This
'Damn Michael stole my iPod' you were currently walking over to your friend Michael's house. And yes, he stole you iPod during class. 'Just wait till I get my hands on him' you thought walking up to his door. Michael was a scary person. Always wearing his shades and carrying around a hockey stick. The day he met you he actually said 'You my new friend'. At first you said ok because you were scared of him, now you were just AS scary. "MICHAEL WILLIAEMS OPEN UP THIS GODAMN DOOR AND GIMME MY IPOD!" You yelled banging on the door. The door opened but it wasn't Michael. It was a guy with dark brown hair, ruby red eyes and tan skin. "Shesh doll, Anger management much?" He said looking in disgust. "Rude much?" You said giving a similar glare. "Where Michael?" "Hold on" He said walking inside. "YO A**! SOME CHICKS AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!" He yelled up stairs. "IM COMING DAMNIT!" Michael yelled.
Once he got down stairs he just gave his usual smirk at you "Hey __
Seven Minutes in Heaven-2P! RussiaYou weren't even quite sure how that managed to fit in such a small plastic bag. You held in your hands what looked like a forcet pipe. You immediatly guessed Russia, but his turn had already been taken. But he was the only country you could think of that would own such a thing. A heavy hand on your shoulder made you jolt a little. Whoevers it was, it was large and cold. Even through the gloves they were wearing. You turned round and had to crane your head up a fair way to see who it was.More Like This
He had light brown hair, in a similar fashion to his counterparts, and scarily bright scarlet eyes. The skin underneath them was grey from lack of sleep and the man held a frown on his face. A lit ciggarette was held in his mouth by his teeth, which were startlingly white for someone like him.
He wore a black trench coat with a scarlet lining, as if to match his eyes. Matching black combat trousers and doc martins just defined his appearance even more.Black leather gloves covered his hands. He wore an
Seven minutes in Heaven- 2P!Italy"Feli? But he's already been..." Alfred said as you looked at a small italian flag. Your brows furrowed, if Feli had already gone, who was this? Unless it was Lovino. You looked round and shook your head. No, it was with (friend). You heard a quiet chuckled and whipped your head round, to be met with the most gorgeous pink eyes you'd ever seen. "Well well well, I've never seen such a girl like-a you before bella~" He said, his strong, italian accent flowing into your ears like melted chocolate, so smooth and lovely.More Like This
He had the same coloured hair as Feli, and the same shade skin. He was wearing a pair of black, skinny jeans and smart shoes, and a crisp, sky blue shirt, a gold cross necklace sitting on his bronzed chest, glinting in the party lights. He also seemed to be tapping a riding crop against his thigh. That delicate curl still sprang from his head, floating temptingly. "I see you-a got my flag bella, well the closet won't wait all night~" He said, taking the flag and tucking it
Seven minutes in Heaven introHow had you got here? You were sitting in a circle with several other countries. Most of them were drunk, or just stupidly happy, for some reason unknown. You sighed, now you remembered. America had dragged you over to his house for a 'party'. This usually meant everyone would eat burgers and listen to really loud techno. It wasn't your cup of tea to be brutally honest. You would've much rather have stayed at home, cuddled up with a book, but no, 'the hero' had to drag you over for a party...You didn't even want to be here. You had literally got yourself some lunch when he burst through the door and picked you up and slung you over his shoulder. He hadn't even said 'hello' or given you time to get dressed properly. You had hit his shoulder until your fists hurt but he didn't feel any of it, of course he wouldn't, not with muscles like that. You weren't even in smart clothes. You were wearing a pair of (f/c) skinny jeans, a (sf/c) t-shirt with (f/ch) on it and a pair of knee length,(c)More Like This
The Monster in The MirrorWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
A Pop Culture Interpretation of The Supernatural
Every culture around the world created gods and other mythical beings by mixing and matching fanged and taloned animal parts—e.g., enormous eagle heads on lions’ bodies—human beings have always seemed to need to believe there are powerful and usually quite vengeful supernatural beings lurking just beyond the candlelight.
Supernatural beings come to serve several purposes:
They kept people on the lighted path of truth and goodness, fearful of exploring beyond;
They were a reminder of the punishment we deser
Pete's Bad Joke"Hey, Patrick! Wait up!"More Like This
Patrick turned around only to see his longtime friend/lover Pete. Patrick sighed deeply. With a slight tone of aggravation in his voice he retorted bluntly, "What is it this time, Pete?" Pete smirked sinfully and leaned coolly against the wall. "Wanna' here a joke that will literally make you laugh your cute ass off?" Patrick raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion but nodded hesitantly anyways. "Alright, what do Prince and Christmas trees have in common?"
Patrick's mind searched for a ridiculous 'Pete-like' answer, but came up short in the end. "I don't know Pete. . ."
"Their balls are just for decorations!" Pete busted into a hysterical fit of laughter at his own joke while his fists clenched tightly. Patrick's teeth gritted together slightly as he tried to prevent himself from beating the man senseless! Pete began stuttering out from bits of laughter, "O-oh come on, P-Patrick! Y-you have to find t-tha
Teen Rydon 1*Ryan's POV*More Like This
Another day, another beating. What the hell else is new? I didn't even see it coming. That's almost impossible considering Trent Collins and his crew were the biggest guys at school. You can hear their thudding footsteps from a mile away. I did have my music blaring, but I should have just looked up to see that the halls had emptied in their wake.
It only took one punch. I kind of thought I was stronger than that, but I've been wrong before. As I desperately covered by face, all I heard was slurred profanities and something about a "fucking fag". I could be paraphrasing.
I should be in geometry right now, but I can't even see straight at the moment let alone prove congruent triangles. My home for the hour was the boy's bathroom in the north hall; the floor specifically where I was currently on the verge of unconsciousness. I tried to stand up so I could see what the damage was this time, but I dizzily stumbled to the ground. Defeated, I scooted against the tiled wall, wipe
Birthday Memories : Rydon Childish laughter echoes round the kitchen as Ryan chases Spence round the room, demanding candy. "Come on you two, calm down." Mum laughs as she carries my cake over to the table avoiding my two best friends. "No cake." She threatens. Silence. Then a mad rush as the three of us scramble round her feet, pouting and begging for cake.More Like This
"Happy seventh birthday Brenny." Mum smiles as I blow out the candles, handing me a large present wrapped in red and gold. Ryan steals it off me and holds it to his ear, shaking it then giggling as it rattles.
I snatch it back and stick my tongue out at him. Tearing off the paper, I reveal a magic kit. I pounce on my mum and hug her; I've been staring at it in the shop window for weeks.
Spence laughs and offers me his presents, a small blue and green box. I pull it open, uncovering signed guitar picks from our favourite band. I screech and hug him before Ryan taps my shoulder, holding out a present wrapped in a violent shade of purple.
I take it gingerl