30 Day OTP Challenge LIST ! ! ! !More Like This
On the following days, draw/write your OTP:
01 - Holding hands
02 - Cuddling somewhere
[Bullet; Green]03 - Gaming/watching a movie
[Bullet; Green]04 - On a date
[Bullet; Green]05 - Kissing
[Bullet; Green]06 - Wearing eachothers’ clothes
[Bullet; Green]07 - Cosplaying
[Bullet; Green]08 - Shopping
[Bullet; Green]09 - Hanging out with friends
[Bullet; Green]10 - With animal ears
[Bullet; Green]11 - Wearing kigurumis
[Bullet; Green]12 - Making out
[Bullet; Green]13 - Eating icecream
[Bullet; Green]14 - Genderswapped
[Bullet; Green]15 - In a different clothing style (Visual Kei, gyaru, lolita, ect. )
[Bullet; Green]16 - During their morning ritual(s)
[Bullet; Green]17 - Spooning
[Bullet; Green]18 - Doing something together (this can be anything from watching tv to having sex. Just remember to tag appropriately.)
[Bullet; Green]19 - In formal wear
[Bullet; Green]20 - Dancing
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You snuggled into your pillow, a soft smile on your face, the calm pitter-patter of the rain hitting your window creating a rhythm that kept you in dreamland.
That was until the combination of thunder and lightning caused your ears to ring and nearby cars' alarms to go off.
You bolted up in your bed, eyes wide open and watery. That had scared the living daylights out of you, and the fact that you weren't all that comfortable around loud noises didn't help. Your cheeks became stained with trails of tears in seconds, but you wiped the tears away as quick as they came. Reaching over for your phone on your nightstand, you flipped it open after grabbing it and quickly dialed up one of the treasured numbers you know, placing the phone up to your ear, your sobs becoming more violent as the phone rang.
Please, please, please pick up
"Lovi!" you whispered harshly into the microphone, not wanting to wake up your parents. The
Little Bit-a Awkward: LovinoXReaderLovino was sitting on the couch, reading a book you had left out the night before. His silence and peace was interrupted when the door burst open. Lovino jumped to his feet in alarm, thinking something was wrong. He spun around to find you and Elizaveta storm in, more or less just you storming in and the Hungarian following but still. You were furious and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why so Lovino followed, however he stayed out of sight, just in case. If you were in one of your moods again, he didn't want to get in the way like he did last time.More Like This
"Don't worry, he's gone!" Liz assured you.
"Ugh! Can you imagine?" you groaned, "He asked me to date him!"
The Hungarian chuckled and shook her head, trying to agree with you so you would calm down. She has listened to you rave and rant all the way to the apartment you shared with Lovino about how horrified that you were that a sleaze from one of your classes had asked you out and had been so certain that you would say yes t
Vatti -Prussia X Reader-__________= your name '....'= thoughtsMore Like This
(e/c)= eye color (h/c)= hair color
(f/n)= friend's name (s/n) = figure it out yourself
Also, if you are a boy, pretend that you are a girl for this story.
All will be explained
You groaned as your (e/c) eyes fluttered open. 'God, how did (f/n) convince me to drink so much?' As you rolled over, you felt something warm next to you. 'What is that?' You sat up and looked at the form in the bed. You realized it was Gilbert, personification of Prussia and a friend of yours.
'Oh my god.'
Looking down, you realized you weren't wearing any clothes.
'Oh my god'
Gilbert's ruby red eyes opened as you rushed to put
Prussia X Reader: If I Lay HerePrussia X ReaderMore Like This
If I lay here
~We'll do it all
On our own~
You clung tightly to Gilbert's hand, tears streaming down your face.
"Don't you see _____?!" Your mother yelled from across the room. "He's bad news!"
"______, I agree with your mother." your dad said in a stern voice. "Leave him, or we leave you. It's as simple as that."
You gasped, how could they do this. Gilbert made you happy, he was perfect! Why did they hate him?! How could they make you choose.
Gilbert's arm snaked it's way around your waist and pull you close to him. You cried into his chest, not caring that your parents were scowling at you.
"Fräulein," your albino boyfriend whispered into your ear. "do you trust me?"
Taken aback by this sudden question, you looked up at him.
"Yes." You said quietly.
Upon hearing this, his heart jumped for joy and Gilbert squeezed you tightly.
"Awesome." He grinned.
He lightly kissed your forehead and let you go, turning towards your parents.
Prussia x Abused!Child!Reader- Savior in WhiteMore Like This
If you aren't very good around sensitive materials, then let me just warn you that there's the talk and explaining of abuse in this story, though it's very brief. Thank you bros for reading, and I hope you enjoy =w=
"Mr. Beilschmidt, I'm afraid to inform you that you're over three thousand dollars in debt, and have been reluctant to pay the past two months rent on your current apartment. If you fail to pay back the money you owe by the end of this month, you will be evicted and sent to court immediately."
Gilbert let a moan pass his moistened, liquor tinted lips, nothing but burden reflected in the ruby red eyes that sat plastered on the clear brown glass bottle that was held tightly between a shaken grip. The albino had gone to the bar down the street that night in high hopes to drown all his sorrows in the beer he had loved so much, but it seemed as though it hadn't tasted as sweet as he had wanted it to be. Usually he had loved the taste of beer, no matter
This is ForThis is for the orphaned childrenMore Like This
This is for all the widows
This is for all the lonely greivers
This is for all the kiddos.
This is for the warriors of old
This is for all the explorers
This is for all the hearts of gold
This is for all the soldiers.
This is for the diggers of trenches
This is for all the pilots
This is for all of mankind's wars
This is for all the riots.
This is for the honored heroes
This is for all the pained
This is for all the generations
This is for all we've gained.
This is for the creative inventors
This is for all the writers
This is for all the history changers
This is for persistent fighters.
This is for those who stood up for their rights
This is for those who are free
This is for those who changed our minds
This is for those who see.
So this is for those who write our story
This is for those who give
This is for those who scour the earth
And this is for those who live.
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I've been here far longer than your puny planet has. In fact, "here" is an overstatement. I've been around since before "here" existed. Before anything existed.
I'm not immortal. I'm not human, either. Something much greater than your mind can comprehend.
So stop trying.
Believe it or not, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have a mind to even TRY to comprehend with. Because you wouldn't exist. In fact, you don't exist. Ha!
Hm, perhaps the little human doesn't understand. Perhaps it doesn't understand how UNBELIEVABLY MICROSCOPIC it is. What a pity.
I'll explain it for you, so try to keep up. We'll start with you. You are one of billions of humans on Earth. Small, right? I've watched every person live out their life since people crossed over to the Americas. You caught my interest, actually. So I started watc
Cupid on Third Shift1More Like This
The cutting floor is cold, but we’re all sweating. The conveyor belt groans as it brings a new piece of product every few seconds, hanging by the bone like a macabre puppet or something at a Third World market. It isn’t exactly music to my ears, but I’m used to it. Likewise, moving the knife through skin and fat is about as natural as breathing by now, so I let my eyes wander to find some distraction. It isn’t that the girl across from me with the olive skin and curly hair bound up in a hairnet is pretty, although she certainly is. It’s the air of grace about her, something like the face on a votive candle. I’ve never seen her before, but they move us around every night like musical chairs, so that’s not saying much.
She notices me, and I smile at her as the next piece of product moves under my knife. Then my hard hat slips over my eyes. Of course I act like such an id