America x Reader It has to be herFinally, there she is.
I almost stopped believing in it but it has to be her.
The description is right.
A green with red badge, beige jeans, also the hair is right (h/l) (h/c) just like she said during our chats.
She's sheepishly looking around her, almost as if she's scared.
Is she afraid of the unknown?
She probably is, can you blame her?
No you can't, this is a big step.
You got to know her about four weeks ago, on the internet.
There was a click and you could have great conversations about all sorts of things.
We played safe.
Only communicated using the chat room, telephone and mail.
No pictures, we didn't want that.
It's now or never.
You walk towards her.
Now you just hope that you got the right one because else this could become pretty awkward.
You stand right in front of her,
"_____?" you ask.
She doesn't look at the ground anymore but looks up.
And I look straight into the most beautiful pair of (e/c) eyes that I have ever seen.
"Alfred?" she asks back, and I hugged
AmericaxReader- My HeroMore Like This
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
England X Reader: Slender Man (Part 1)The bushy-eye browed Englishman picked up the phone. "Hello, Alfred. May I help you?"More Like This
"YEAH DUDE!" The obnoxious personification of the country of America shouted in his usual loud tone. "I WANT YOU TO COME OVER! ME AND CANADANADANADANA ARE GOING TO GO OUT INTO THE WOODS TONIGHT AND SEARCH FOR SLENDY! I WANNA HAVE YOU AND FRANCY PANTS TO COME WITH US."
"I don't really want to "
"ARTIE! DUDE! YOU LIKE, TOTALLY NEED TO GO! IT WILL SUCK BALLS WITHOUT YOU!" Alfred exclaimed to the personification of England, Arthur Kirkland.
He sighed. "Fine. I'll come."
America shouted into the phone again. "OH YEAH. I FORGOT! WE ARE INVITING (Country Name) TOO!" England waited for him to continue, but he already heard the dial tone, which meant he had hung up.
"(F/N)?" He thought, and then sighed. Arthur Kirkland, the blonde haired, bushy eye browed, English gentleman had a huge crush on said girl. She had beautiful (h/l) (h/c) hair, and (e/c) eyes that appeared to glow to such a degree, he thinks h
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven FinnyMore Like This
Grell beckons you to the center of the family room. You walk up and start feeling around his hand bag for something to claim. Something fuzzy gets your attention. You lift it out of the purse to find you've chosen a little doll made in the likeness of a bird. Before you can ask Finny jumps up from the couch.
"Oh, oh, that's my item." He smiled wide. "I get to go in the closet with her now right? I promise I'll be careful with her mister Sebastian, please?" Finny held his hands together above his head in a pleading manner, kneeling before Sebastian.
Sebastian rubbed over his eyebrows. "I suppose you can Finnian. Just make sure you control your strength in there. I would hate to have such a lovely young lady broken into pieces."
"I will Sir, I promise!" Finny jumped to his feet, quickly, but gently taking your hand in his. "It's a real pleasure miss. I promise I'll mind my manners." He gave you a wide smile as he led you in the direction of the closet.
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven CielMore Like This
Grell calls you to the middle of the room to pick out an item from his purse. You feel around, picking a small item as yours. It's a piece of candy baring the Funtom label. Even though you know Ciel ran the Funtom company, you weren't sure if he was the one who put the candy in the purse. "Is this your item master Ciel?" You held the small item between your thumb and pointer fingers for him to see.
Ciel didn't look pleased that you were holding his item. He nodded. "Yes, unfortunately it is. I thought with an item as small as that, my chances of getting picked were rather slim. Apparently not." He scoffed and stood up, reluctantly heading for the closet.
"Oh my, he doesn't seem happy at all now does he? You'd better hurry along now before he get's impatient with you." Grell giggled as he walked you to the closet. "I'll be back for you two in seven minutes now." He winked and blew you both a kiss. "Have fun." The door now shut and locked, you sat in dar
I Bet I Can Make You SmileMore Like This
The bright sunlight hurt [Name]'s eyes as she stepped out of her front door. She groaned and started on her walk to school. She walked down her street, hands shoved in her pockets. The walk to school was short and miserable.
Once [Name] got to school, she went straight to her locker then to her 1st period class. She sat down at her desk and pulled out all her materials. [Name] glanced at the door where a small fight was starting outside. The teacher quickly separated the two boys.
"You, go to class, now! Beilschmidt, get in here this instant!" He yelled. Gilbert Beilschmidt walked into the room and took his seat behind [Name] right before the bell rang.
"Alright, class," The teacher started before Gilbert raised his hand. "Okay, what do you want?" he said after a sigh.
"Who's this chick in front of me?" the silver haired man said. Instantly [Name] shrunk down into her seat.
"That's [First Name] [Last Name]. She wasn't here yesterday," The teacher explaine
British Stereotypes..More Like This
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
Alfred x reader My heroLike always, you where invited to one of Alfred's parties.More Like This
Every time, it was something different.
Once in a while, it was a horror-movie watching sleepover.
Or a game championship.
One if these times you won the game championship very easily.
Since then, Alfred has been acting weird around you.
''Oh well..'' You thought. You wondered what kind of sleepover this was going to be?
You guys where grown up now! You should do something mature.
Wait, what kind of things did grown-ups do on sleepovers?
You loathed from your thoughts. But when Alfred's face popped up in your mind, you smiled. You hated to admit it, but you began to like him.
You walked down from your [job] routine towards your home, making a list what you should bring with you.
As usually, you brought your home-made snacks with you.
Alfred loved your self-made hamburgers. But you thought that was only because you lied it where from Mc donalds.
He always wondered why they where tastier when you brought them with you.
Ciel X reader: part 16------------(Alois's POV)------------More Like This
"I made Ciel jealous, I killed my sister, now will you please let me see my father!" The brat screamed at me. "I want him to explain why I have these!" The kid took his top off and spread out his white wings. It was odd that he had wings and she didn't, but my guess was that he was in a better place growing up than her.
"Alright, would you lead me out of the house though? I still get confused by this place." Aislyn nodded his head and began to lead the way. I took another knife off of the table and ran at him with it.
He really had perfect timing. Right when he turned around to see me, the blade pierced his chest. Aislyn had the same look on his face as the girl did. He fell to the ground just like her too. I smiled at my final act.
"The fallen angel, and by the way, Ash died a long time ago. Aren't angels supposed to live forever? Oh that's right, you could've lived for hundreds of more years if it weren't for me, huh?" I laughed and danced in tin
Frozen- Jack Frost X ReaderMore Like This
You were sitting by your window, daydreaming as usual with your headphones on. It was one of those days where you wanted to be alone; blocking out the outside world. Your imagination was better anyways. You look out your window, you see that the streets and land had been covered in white. Great, it had snowed. You sighed and shivered a bit as you closed your blinds. You hated snow, it was so cold and wet. . Sure, it was beautiful to look at. . but you hated moving around in it. This must have been why you thought it'd be best to stay inside today. You sigh, slumping down on your bed. It was obvious that you were awfully bored, maybe even lonely. You now wished that somebody, anybody would come and talk to you.
What seemed like a few minutes later, you must have drifted back into a daydream. . . because the next thing you heard was your mother shaking you, telling you to wake up. You groaned, not wanting to get up. "What is it mum?" You ask her tiredly, rubbing your eyes.
Male Belarus x Reader- What was in that cup?More Like This
I stare at the silver vile in front if me. "What's in it?" I ask bluntly. "Water?" Nikolai hesitantly answers. "No its not" I plainly reply. "Then it's Vodka...?" He states, but it sounds more like a question to me. "I don't like Vodka" I frown, pushing the frayed chair out I get up. "Wait!" He clings desperately to my legs. My (e/c) eyes turn to the roof, taking their sweet time examining the cracks and crevices. "Tell me what's in it then" I bargain. "Fine," he sighs.
"..." he hesitates, "It's-" a knife flies past his head. A smirk forms on his thin lips. "I guess someone doesn't want you to know" he says, scampering away. I scrunch up my nose and glare at his retreating form. "I bet he planned that "I mutter angrily.
Rolling my eyes, I pry the knife from the wall. Engraved upon its handle are the words 'Я люблю цябе'(translates to I love you). A ditzy smile lights my faces, anger disappearing into the chilly air.
England X Reader- PrideDisclaimer: I do not own anything Hetalia related Neither do I own youMore Like This
You sighed happily as you sat on the bench in the park. It was one of those rare sunny days and you were enjoying it very much as you waited for your boyfriend to show up.
That's right Your boyfriend
You were always one of those people whom others assumed would never find "the one". You didn't talk much to those outside your little group of friends. Also, unlike the average person, you didn't change who you were in order to be accepted by more people. This was how you always were So everyone believed you would never find your match.
Then, not long after you moved to London following your twenty-second birthday, you met him. He was handsome, with messy, dark gold hair and brilliant green eyes that seemed to capture your soul. He had unusually thick eyebrows, but you felt they added a certain charm to him. He was far more courteous than any other man of your generation whom you
You and Them (Sam Winchester)More Like This
You had worked in the same library for two years now. You knew all the regular people that came in. Hell. You even knew all the students came in and what course they were doing all thanks to the time of the year they came into the library. But when that tall (And I mean tall ) guy walked in you didn't have a clue. Yet you were desperate to find out. It wasn't everyday someone walked in and it made your heart miss a beat. You were so lost in you thoughts of who he might be you didn't hear him call you. It was only when he waved a hand in front your face that you came back from the land of fairies.
"Excuse me. Are you okay?" You cheeks could have made a tomato look pink with the amount of blood that had flooded to them.
"I-I'm fine. W-what can I help you with?" This man was going to think you were an idiot with the amount of blushing you were doing.
"Do you have any books on Local Legends or Demonology?" This was the point you went into librarian mode.
"Local Legends range from book
2P!England x Reader- getting togetherParty and rockin' on was what you loved. You never did something if you didn't wanted. Been yourself was the trick that helped you go in life. Right now you were again at Al's crazy partys. He may be a douche and a jackass most of the times, but it was fun hanging out with him and seeing him been beat up by his Canadian brother. You always wondered how this two could live together and in the same house. Taking a shot from your beer and cheering you saw a boy on the couch, sulking in depression.More Like This
If you couldn't tolerate something, then drespression was it. You were cheer-full, easy going and confident. Drepression was your worst enemy and seeing others sad and down wasn't something easy. Headstrong like you were, you walked to the boy, then you recognized him. It was Oliver from your cooking class and also Al's and Matt's cousin.
"Hey Olie!" you yelled with happiness in his voice. He looked at you and from what you could tell he was trying to hide his sad face with one of his happy grin
DenmarkxReader - Beautiful (Drabble)"Hey Matthias,"More Like This
"Am I pretty?"
"...Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. But am I?"
"I...don't know. But-"
"Stop 'Oh'-ing, and listen. You're beautiful. You're beautiful at 3am in the morning when you've woken up for some unholy reason and your hair's all funky and your clothes are crooked-"
"My hair is not funky at 3am,"
"-and you're beautiful when you're wearing your daggy shorts and a camisole and one of my old shirts and you're covered in paint and you have blue acrylic smudged all over your nose-"
"Oh god, why have you never told me that happens-"
"-and you're beautiful when you've been out for a run and you have your tee shirt tied around your waist and your camisole is soaked through and sweat is all over your face and hair-"
"Soaked through!? Oh jeez, that's not very-"
"-and you're beautiful when you're trying to cook dinner without a recipe and the steam's made your face red and your hair go
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven ThailandMore Like This
You walk up to America's old hat and reach your hand inside. You felt around for a moment until something very strange brushed across your fingers. Try as you might you couldn't guess what it was. You pulled it out of the hat and still didn't know what it was. It was an oblong object, covered in some sort of spiky hair that ranged from red to green. It looked like it might be a type of food. After looking at the object for a moment you gave up. "Would someone like to tell me what's in my hand please?"
"Um, I can tell you, that's my item." Thailand walked up to you and took whatever it was from your hand. "You really haven't ever seen one of these, ana? It's a rambutan fruit. It tastes really sweet, we can eat it later if you would like." He smiled politely.
"Dude that thing does not look edible, it looks like a weapon of some sort. But if she won't eat it, I totally will. Because I eat everything." America laughed. "But anyway you two should head into the closet. Don't want to
Russia x Reader : How to Get a Girl to Like You"U-uh ... Become one, da?" Ivan said nervouslyMore Like This
The girl he was talking to walked away, looking agitated. He went back to his friends, who were leaning against the wall and had seen what had happened
"You botched it again?!" Arthur said, folding his arms
"At this rate, you'll become the guy in the school with the most rejections" America said
"Oui, even more than that loser from Canada" Francis laughed
"Francis, that's our friend Matthew, aru" Yao sighed
"He's still a loser" Francis muttered
"Alright, let's get back to the job in hand ... getting Ivan a girl so his crazy sister will leave him be" Arthur said
"Sh-she's not crazy. She's just ... eccentric" Ivan said, a little embarrassed
He was always a little defensive when it came to his family, but he couldn't deny that his younger sister Natalia was a little messed up in the head. He had gone to his friends for help, hoping they could teach him how to get a girl to like him ... one that wasn't his crazy sister. But he always ended up
~To forget - red and white~ *Denmark X Reader*~To forget - a red and white flag~More Like This
*Co-worker!Denmark X Employee!Reader*
'Denmark's ending from the 'To forget' series'
A serious look was plastered on the Dane`s features.Watching his lips placed into a straight line,once an ear to ear grin,he almost didn`t recognize that the person in the mirror was him.
A reserved knock at his office`s door brought him back to the Earth,making him shook aside his thoughts.
"Who is it?I thought I`ve already told you that I have some work to finish!" Matthias answered in a slightly annoyed tone,changing the white portofolios order to look like he was indeed working.
"It`s me,Mr.Kohler!(Name)!" the soft voice of the female came from behind the door.
"Oh,it`s you!Come in!" he backed up a little,combing his wild hair with a hand,straightening his wrinkled clothes to look neat and presentable in front of her.
It seemed strange for the once untrustworthy Dane that someone changed his life that much.He was never lost in thought,like a dreamy
RomanoXReader: Angel Chapter 1More Like This
He walks away, hands jammed into his pockets, boiling in his own pot of irritation.
Today had been a perfectly fine day until Antonio started kidding around too much. He went so far as to pull the curl, despite the amount of times he's told him not to.
"Hey, come back! I was only playing around!" Antonio calls.
"Shut up, damn jerk!" he shouts back, still walking away. Antonio looks over at Gilbert, who just tells Antonio to leave him alone; Lovino walks faster, face searing hot.
"Stupid jerk, always playing around…how about I annoy him…? Stupid jerk wouldn't like that."
Lovino focuses on the ground, not paying much attention to the world around him, for he is busy dealing with his own to be concerned with anyone else's problems. His feet walk on their own for quite some time, and when he stops to take in his surroundings, he realizes that he's reached the edge of the town.
Dusk has begun to blanket the afternoon sky. He sighs and watches as a bus passes on the r
Not at the Theater Estonia X ReaderMore Like This
"Careful, it's dark, I don't want you to trip." Estonia took your hand and led you up the dimly lit steps of the movie theater. It was opening night for a movie you'd been dying to ever see since the very first preview. You could hardly contain your excitement. "These seats okay with you?" He had somehow managed to find the perfect seats in a theater full of people.
"Yup, good with me." You and Estonia sat down in your seats and started munching on some of the many snacks that had been purchased. "It's a good thing we got so much food. I always wind up eating everything before the actual movie starts because the previews are so dang long."
Estonia nodded. "I know what you mean. Normally I show up late to movies just to miss them, but I knew how excited you were and didn't want to risk you missing any of the actual movie." He adjusted his glasses on his face and leaned back into the chair.
You gave him a sideways hug and kissed him on the cheek. "Well I appre
Artist!America x Artist!Reader Once in a LifetimeMore Like This
Artist!America x Artist!Reader
Setting down your paintbrush on a table, you took the chance to take in your finished art work. On the canvas, a pair of bright, powder blue irises stared at you. The portrait you had painted was of your ex-boyfriend, who you had recently broke-up with. Sighing, you walked to your bathroom with the dirty brushes and set them in the sink to wash later. You combed you fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair to remove all the dried paint.
"Haha ." you let out a halfhearted smile, seeing the blotch of red paint on the tip of your nose. It was the type of thing you would have laughed at with Alfred.
Alfred F. Jones, that was the name of your ex. You had dated him for nearly 5 years, after meeting him in your junior year of high school. Up until you met him, you had thought you were going to be alone for the rest of your life. You had dated several other guys, but you couldn't say that y
Little!Reader x Austria- Curse Words~6 years old~More Like This
She rushed around the house looking for him. Peeping her head in all the rooms she passed, she still couldn't find the dark haired man. With a huff she crossed her arms and pouted, wondering with her six year old mind where he could possibly be. She beamed when she came to the answer, and rushed in the direction of his room. Why she hadn't checked there first she didn't know.
"Vatti!" she squealed in happiness and jumped on Roderich's bed, directly on top of him. He shot out of his sleep immediately with a pained sound and stopped himself from the curse word that played at his lips.
"A-Ah," Roderich gasped, trying to regain some of the breath that was knocked out of him by (Name). He reached for his glasses on the nightstand and propped them on his nose so he could gaze up at his daughter.
"W-What is it, (Name)?" Roderich asked as he lie there in stunned pain.
"I'm hungry!" she chirped and Roderich's eye twitched.
"I'm hungry!" she repeated, only to be lifted off o
Dinky Doo's Father Revealed"Mom, who is my father?"More Like This
Ditzy Doo paused in making dinner, the grey pegasus's body stiffening as her eyes widened in shock. Turning, she looked at her daughter Dinky Doo and blinked slowly. She held her breath for a moment, slowly counting to five before letting it out. In her head, she had known this day would come, but she had hoped her little filly would be older.
Ditzy Doo knew about how the other foals made fun of her due to her mother being 'special'. As cruel as the foals Dinky's age were, they would grow out of this stage eventually. The real painful barbs were from the mares and stallions around town. The aghast looks and the back-handed compliments towards them both when they were out shopping or having dinner. The whispered conversations and darting looks. That hurt them both far more because at times they would even say such things to their faces.
But they long ago stopped letting it phase them. Dinky knew all too well her mother understood and comprehended far more than t
South Italy x Reader-Independent WomenSouth Italy x Reader-Pride Doesn't Count For Much If You're DeadMore Like This
Crack that teaches a lesson. It does say the gd word for you religious folks, so don't read if you may be offended by that.
[At Lovino's house.]
"Lovi!" You happily greeted as said Italian answered the door.
"What do-a you want this time ragazza?" He mumbled while glaring mildly at you.
"Oh!" You eyes lit up in happiness. "I bought you some flowers!" You grinned and revealed the flowers from behind your back. "It's the least I could do."
"Oh (Your name)! Hola!~" Antonio appeared behind Lovino and grasped him in a hug, resting his chin on Lovino's shoulder. "Where did ya get the flowers?"
"Oh, I bought them for Lovi at that one flower shop down town! I got him a watch too!" You smiled and pulled said present out of your pocket. Lovino's frown deepened and he blushed a
HetaliaXReader I Will Always ReturnI Will Always ReturnMore Like This
*3 months before*
"Goodbye guys. I'll miss you." I said turning towards the nations.
"Bye [Name]. Hope we'll see you again dude."
"Don't leave [Name]. You are the only one that can get me out of training."
"Italy, training is good for you. It makes you a stronger country."
"[Name], don't forget me. You are my Big Sister."
"Why would I forget you, Liechtenstein? I'll always remember you."
"Goodbye, [Name]-san. I hope we can go to another anime convention one day."
"So do I Japan."
"[Name], you are the only girl I knew that vould not skip out on training. Keep training vhen you get back home."
"Don't worry. I will, Germany." As everyone said their goodbyes, I started to feel more and more sad. I had to go back to my dimension after about two years of living with the countries. One country hasn't even spoken up yet, Britain. I was the only one who could eat his food and see his magical friends. The only person who could understand him. I walked up to him as he was the
ChinaxMaid!Reader - Truth or DareMore 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
ReaderXPoland Drabble/One-ShotMore Like This
You put a finger to your lips in silent contemplation. You had decided to finally spare the time and money to do a little self-indulged clothes shopping. The only problem with the seemingly simple scenario was that you've never actually done it before. Rather, your clothes over the years have been hand-me-downs from your family. You found it rather embarrassing, standing in a store not knowing what your exactly looking for. But you were determined to do it, and so here you were in front of a rack of shirts that caught your eye.
Scanning the rack left you blind to a certain cross-dressing country that happened to stroll in, wearing a lovely little skirt to boot. Poland was no stranger to you, however. He had surprised you when you first saw him by acting very shy and anxious. After all you'd heard about him from Italy, you assumed he'd be more extroverted when meeting people. That was, until
I...L..L-LO...I HATE YOU AMERICA!! AmericaXReaderOk.More Like This
This was it.I was finally going to confess my true feelings to America. Although he can be a total asshole. He was at least not a total jerk.He would be a jerk to people who he knows, but never did he specify, it was like being a random asshole if that makes sense.
He had his nice moments though, the moments when he was kind and considerate. Though he'll just say he was being a hero. Is till remember how I first met him...
Nervous,shaky, and light headed. High school. This was my first year, and day for high school. When I was in the hallways, everyone was different sizes, and it varied, surprisingly, there would be this girl who would be 4'8 and she would be about 16 years old, and she would sound like a little girl. Or there would be this tall boy and he would sound like 20 or something when he would really be only 14. So I decided to get out of the way in the hallway since it was crowded, and being shoved everywhere was not pleasant.
So I was on top of a tree. Standing there,
Dark!Canada X Reader: Fireflies “Come on [f/n]! We’re going to be late!”More Like This
“Coming!” You called to your friend before looking back behind you.
Your eyes scanned the alley you were standing out in front of. You thought you seen someone standing in the shadows. Looking from the pile of trash bags and the peeling green painted dumpster to the small pyramids of broken wooden crates; you saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“I guess…I was seeing things.” You shrug and run to catch up with your friend before you two would be late for school.
Once you caught up to your friend, the two of you chatted away, keeping up a fast walking pace.
“So why did you stop back there? See a black cat or something?” She laughed.
“No, I just thought I seen someone standing there.”
“Oh?” She looked, “Maybe it was a street dweller or some drunken man. What if it was a murder haha?!” She laughed agai
Alfred's 'Mom'- England X ReaderMore Like This
Alfred's 'Mom'- Reader X England
Ok I’m still new to this kind of reader insert thing so without a doubt this sucks but I had to get this out of my head and also I’m obsessed with this song it’s not even funny, well it kind of is because it’s just SOOO catchy! Well Enjoy! :3
Alfred's mom has got it goin' on
Alfred's mom has got it goin' on
Alfred's mom has got it goin' on
Alfred's mom has got it goin' on
“ Yo (Your name)!” Called your best friend Alfred F. Jones as he waved to you, making you turn your head and smile, “Hey Al, sup?”
“Man, I didn’t understand a thing that guy was saying in math whaddaya say we go to my place and study?”
You raised an eyebrow, since you two had been close since grade school you knew how to interpret his sentences, “By that you mean just hang out and laze around?”
“Exactly! It’s like you read my mind!” He said and threw his arm around your neck, you chuc
Naga!EnglandxReader-RequestAs many of you may know, there are times and things in this world that we will experience, when it would have been better if we just stayed home.More Like This
Like in the instance of being chosen as another's valentine, when you’d rather be friends. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you had just skipped that blasted day dedicated to love.
Or in the middle of a dark forest and you hear static or rapid drum beats. This fate could have been avoided, if you had remained in your living room and knit. Not running blindly through the woods and yelling “NO, PLEASE! I NEED FIVE MORE NOTES! OH GOD! NO!”
Then they are the times when you would’ve have isolated yourself in bedroom, if you were informed on what that day would hold.
Going to be embarrassed in front of the class?
Your boss going to take their repressed anger out on you?
Have a YouTube marathon.
Might be strangled by a raging snake man in the middle of nowhere?
Don’t even get out of be
Hetalia x Neko!Reader: CHOICE 1I stood there, frozen for a minute. For a change, none of the countries were talking. They all just looked at me, standing there. When I finally regained control over my tiny body, I slowly turned to face my brother.More Like This
"Ma soeur, are you alright? Come 'ere, your grand frere will make zhe black sheep pay for what 'e 'as done to you!" Francis held his arms out, as if expecting me to jump into his embrace.
I let out a long hiss, then leapt towards him. Claws first. He wasn't expecting that, and we tumbled backwards, falling to the floor as the chair tipped over.
Not one of the countries tried to stop me even though he called out for help in several different languages, as well as pleading me to stop scratching his 'beau visage'.
After I felt like I had delivered enough blows to send across my message, I ceased my clawing. I hissed at him again, as if to say 'It's your damn fault this happened to me in the first place, you jerk!'
Strong hands picked me up by the scruff of my neck and I mewle
Teacher!AmericaXStudent!Reader- Just Friends?A/N: Hey! This is a quick thing I'm whipping up as my response to seeing virtually NO inserts where America is a teacher. Yes, I believe he can be a teacher. If my US History prof can be a professor with a doctorate then Alfred F Jones is totally capable of being a teacher.... Now, on to the story!More Like This
As ________ sat in her last block of the day-otherwise known as homeroom, she listened to the sounds of obnoxious classmates. There was the few that were throwing things, the one girl that chewed her bubble gum like a cow (which tempted _____ to lean over and just say "moo" to her) and the jocks that sat right behind her.
"So, who do you think is taking over this class?" Derek, the prized school quarterback asked one of his lackies- er, friends.
"Rumor has it that it may be that little brunette sub. You know, the one with the B's?"
Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...More Like This
Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...
Censor for language is already on. Please use your imagination if you'd like to use other words. Thank you!
Today sucked royally for you. First, you slept through your alarm so you were almost late to school. Next, another jerk from [second least favorite class] tripped you in the hallway. You also forgot your homework for third hour in your locker and your teacher wouldn't let you go get it. And now, you're just having a bad day. In a permanent bad mood until you get home.
And the worst part is that all your friends are just running away from you claiming "They know how you get when you're angry and they don't want to mess with it." It figures. You're a nice person. Life of the party when you go out(which isn't very often) and a sarcastic, crack up. Very funny person in short. But the one thing people can never see past to this "cool" side of you is the fact that you take school seri
Country X Reader: A Little Misfit (America)Halfway down the hallway, you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around to see......More Like This
'Great, just what I need! The most obnoxious country on the face of the earth to come and bother me too! As if I didn't have enough already!' you thought.
You stood there and glared at him.
"What do YOU want?" you asked grumpily.
He just smiled and said "I heard your outburst as I was walking by your classroom, I just came to see-"
"Just go away!" you said, cutting him short.
He decided to ignore you and finish his statement, he was completely unfazed.
He continued, "As I was saying, I just came to see if you were okay." He gave you another energetic smile.
You said, "Did I sound okay, stupid?"
This bothered him a little and he said "Well...no...but I th-thought it would be n-nice to check on you...I didn't like hearing you that upset..."
Was that a blush you saw there?
You wiped the thought from your head. Of course it wasn't! People only blushed when they were sick, embarras
Doctor!Reader x Mental!AmericaIt was only a few months ago that you started working in the asylum as a doctor and you loved the job. The nice patients, trustworthy guards and other doctors who understand you. But there was reason you dreaded coming to work at this place. It wasn't like he was a bad person, he was just too...Mental! Lots of people warned you not to take care of Alfred, but you refused to listen, a person is a person. He just needed some guidence. But they proved you wrong.More Like This
Of course it wasn't like to give up on somebody. So you kept your ground and walked up to his room. The body guys following your lead as they were preparing to open the door. You and the guards looked into his room, seeing him sit their on his hind legs. Staring at the ground with a red aura surrounding him. You swallow your spit and slowly, but shakingly open the door. They followed you into the room. You stopped at the foot f the bed were Alfred was sitting and reached out your hand. "It's time to go Alfred." You said calmly, wa
AmericaXReporter!Reader-Super Hero!More Like This
"When I was young,I admired,
That invincible,red-caped man.
In these immoral times,
A hero like that is just what we need.."
I sighed and shuffled the papers around. I was at my office,searching through paperwork,since I had finally got my big break.
My boss had given me a chance to be on the first page of the newspaper!
I was so excited! All my life I had wanted to have a story on the first page!
The only problem was....
what was I gonna write about?
My mind had completely gone blank. I had no idea of what I should write about.I sighed and grabbed to papers and started heading home.
I slowly walked to my door and headed inside,hearing the sounds of monsters and an "Oh yeah!" come from the livingroom.
It was my roommate,Alfred. He and I had been friends for a couple of years,when I had
~The McDonald's Guy~ America x ReaderPairing: America x ReaderMore Like This
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Inspiration: Eating McDonald's today.
Today was not your day. Things were getting worse as the day progressed. First, you were an hour late for work. Second, your boss jumped on you and tried to get you to ho out with him again. Third, when you rejected him, he fired you. Fourth, when you walked to your car, it started storming. Fifth, when you got home soaking wet, you found your boyfriend sleeping in the same bed with three prositutes, naked of course. Now you were at WalMart, in the mini McDonald's, with your best friend, Judith Kirkland.
"I hate this fucking place. Not McDonald's, just this one." You hissed. This specific McDonald's was as slow as hell. "It wouldn't even bother you if you weren't having a bad day." The Scottish woman said, looking at you. You rolled your eyes. "How long does it take to ma
AmericaXReader My Solider Boy Mini Contest Entry"Oh ____ you look so pretty all dolled up, you should come dancing with me more often." Your friend Lola said as she secured her earring into place. You sighed and smoothed down your dress with an annoyed expression "Oh don't give me that look, I bet you are going to end up enjoying yourself tonight." she said.More Like This
"I doubt it, the only reason I am going is so you can see your beau without your mother jumping down your throat. Its not like anyone we know is going to be there its a military ball." You said cringing your nose. You may love your best friend to death but sometime her taste killed you. You were the type of girl who liked to dress casually and stay home with a good book not the type to go out flirting with guys.
"I know and I cant thank you enough . I don't know what I would do without you." she said gently. She took a step back and looked you over before saying "There you look amazing. You are going to be the bees knees tonight, I bet yo
Bully!America x Geek!Reader (chapt. 1)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA!More Like This
You were the school geek. You had large, black, geek glasses, and your _(insert hair color here)_ hair was usually tied in a sloppy bun or ponytail. Today, you wore the usual tees-and-jeans, and held your textbooks close to youtrying to avoid all the many pair of eyes that looked at you.
"Hey, watch out, nerd!"
"Eeeew, get away from me!"
You kept walking. Trying to block all sounds, you kept walking. Then you ran. You looked at your feet as you did so. You hate to see people in their eyes. That's why you had the glasses. You felt like they somewhat protected you from the outside world, like the frame of a T.V. screen. Then you felt someone gently pull on your arm.
"Oh, Arthur! How are you?"
The blonde had worried looks in his emerald eyes. He was your friend. You guys don't actually quite know each other. Arthur was kind, and had tried to protect you and comfort you from those annoying voices, but you just
Bully!America x Geek!Reader (chapt. 2)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YOU OR HETALIA!More Like This
Two weeks. Two weeks passed since that strange incident, and you tried to ignore it. That look in the blue-eyed American when he whispered in your ear It was a look that you had never experienced. You shook your head quickly. Class, next is math, then gym. Then you heard somebody yell.
"Shut up! You got no right to call her that!"
"Alfred, let go of the girl, d*mmit."
The girl, being held by the collar of her shirt, whimpered as the tall blonde set her down, glaring at the French manFrancis. The girl ran away and hid behind a group of her friends and one of them said,
"But ________ really is a nerdy idiot. Deal with it, Al."
Alfred sighed and caught your eyes, quickly avoiding them. You just kept staring. What in the world? Did he just ? No, that's not but Your thoughts trailed off as you rushed through the crowd of people, still staring at Alfred.
You walked into class and sat down in
Bully!America x Geek!Reader (Chapt. 3)DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS PICTURE!More Like This
LINK TO PICTURE IS IN THE DESCRIPTION.
Gym started, and the teacher called all of the students over to one area. You bend both knees upwards and hugged them towards your body, rocking slightly. You wished that it would already endbesides, you suck at gym and it was last period.
"Mr. Johnson's last period Earth Science class will now be sharing the gym with us, since he had a sudden fever."
Some people groaned. Some sighed. You closed your eyes and hoped time would fly. But then the gym fell silent. You felt eyes on you again. Then, just without looking, you realized this was Alfred's class. But you decided that it wasn't, because he had always skipped classes with his friends. Sadly, fate just hated you so much that it decided to let Alfred not skip classand you actually thought that optimism would win. Luck was never part of you anyways.
"Today, since we have so many students," the teacher said as
Recognition Tag- Too late for an excuse...=_=And... Presto! I finally made it!More Like This
//feels guilty about the other tag :iconpaa-kun: made which I haven't done...
Okey... Um.... Hi... //slap
Sorry for spamming your messages with this >x<
I got tagged by :iconillimitableness: who is my real life friend (She's a great friend) as well as a terrible co-writer (Seriously, when are you going to update the story we started?!)
Eh... Don't mind this statement Should be studying, but whatever~
Find your top five most favorite Deviants and list them below; the way they're listed depends on you Mention why yo
Fake - Pornstar!Levi x Pornstar!Reader [AU]More Like This
[Warning: this story obviously touches on pornography, a little suggestive material, but nothing beyond that. Avert your eyes if it makes you uncomfortable regardless!]
“Actors are agents of change. A film, a piece of theater, a piece of music, or a book can make a difference. It can change the world.” These words were imprinted on a little mirror you kept in your bag. You mother gave it to you when you moved away to New York in pursuit of your acting career. Naturally, the road started rough and seemingly hopeless; often working extra hours at the cafe, accepting insignificant roles in movies, filming stupid, over the top commercials. You even reduced yourself to the lowest, shameless act of sleeping with a few directors to obtain roles you really wanted. So desperate you were to achieve your dream that morals and rules didn’t even apply to you anymore.
Alas, life is cruel, and in some cases even hard work and sacrificing your all isn’t enough.
With a low grown
Netherlands x Reader x Friend!Belgium: FootballYou and Bella were friends. Close friends. Both personally and trading partners. You didn't require visas or passports for tourists between your countries, and each of you would find your way over to the other's house at least once a week.More Like This
Consequently, there was no surprise when Bella invited you over to watch the Belgium/America World Cup game.
"It's a rather big affair," Bella had told you over the phone. "Hendrik isn't happy, but it's all in the spirit of the game, right?"
You had promised her to bring crisps and dip for the party, but, when you saw the number of cars parked in front of the Mogens' house, you realised the ten bags in the boot of your car would be far from enough.
Your fingers had barely brushed against the doorbell when the door was thrown open, revealing a harried-looking Hendrik.
"Ah, you're here. Thank God, a sensible person. Would you mind stepping into the kitchen and sorting things out there? I'll help you with your bags."
You shrugged off this odd welcome, w
The Question, ScotlandxReaderI can still rememberMore Like This
The words and what they meant
As we etched them with our fingers
In years of wet cement
The days blurred into each other
Though everything seemed clear
We cruised along at half speed
But then we shifted gears
Your fingers knotted and twisted in your hair as you sat up in bed, looking blankly at the wall in front of you. He still wasn't home. The bastard hadn't made it home yet.
Things used to be so much better. You remembered times when he would skip some engagement just to come home early and bring you into his arms, planting kisses all over your face. He had been one of the best boyfriends you had ever had.
But now where was he?
Gone. He hadn't even called you... It was ten at night. You wanted to just forget about it all and go to bed, but you had gotten so accustomed to falling asleep against Allistor's chest that curling up with a pillow just wouldn't send you to sleep like it used to.
Mornings Together, ScotlandxReaderSo, everything that makes me wholeMore Like This
I offer it all to you.
Allistor Kirkland smirked, a sleepy, content sort of smirk, as the back of his pointer finger glided down your cheek, your jaw, down your neck. Still, you remained asleep. That was probably for the best. After all, you had been through quite the day. The Scotsman smirked a bit wider at the thought.
You two had both been through a set of tiring activities as of late. As if to refresh himself of the nature of these activities, Allistor glanced over to the corner of your shared room, his smirk morphing into a smile when his bright green eyes locked on the image of a poofy white dress draped over a chair haphazardly, a tuxedo jacket on the floor.
Of course, orderly conduct wasn't the first thing that had crossed the two of your minds on your wedding night.
Allistor smiled, leaning down to place a soft, gentle kiss on your temple, relishing the tiny grunt
NetherlandsXReader - Forever WaitingWhere are you right now? Tell me. I want to know.More Like This
If you'd just tell me, I could be where I wanted to be. With you. Wherever it is you are.
Are you thinking of me? Someone told me that if I search really hard for you, I'll find you. Another person told me that you're not very far, and that I should just wait it out. I tell myself that I don't need to do anything, just wait for you, and then when you come back, I'll be done looking for you forever. I think I like what I told myself best. You will come back, of course.
You'd never leave me all alone, by myself... would you? I can't fully remember the last time I saw you. It's been maybe three years, I think. Maybe more. It must have been at least a thousand days I've counted on my fingers, I know that for sure.
Your friends, they tell me that staying here's not good for me, that I should start all over again in a new town, but I can't just leave. What about you? What if you come back the day after I've packed up my things a
Norway x Reader - Morning CoffeeMore Like This
The pleasant chime of the bell that reached your ears signified a customer entering the café, and guarding your eyes against the bright sunshine of the morning that managed to infiltrate the quaint little shop, you were graced with the sight of Lukas' familiar, stoic face.
“Let me guess,” you mused as he approached the counter, “A black coffee with a dash of sugar and cream along with a slice of lemon bread?”
“Hm.” As usual, Lukas only made a small hum that could only mean yes before turning around, making his way towards his usual seat in the corner of the café.
Biting back a smile, you turned, quickly grabbing the proper ingredients to prepare his coffee.
Lukas was a usual customer at the café you worked at; he first arrived a few weeks after you’d gotten the job, and ever since then, he arrived every single morning at 8 o’clock sharp with the same order.
A black coffee with a dash of sugar and cream along with a sl
Denmark x Reader - Play a gameSpin the Bottle.More Like This
An evil game that makes you do something you regret later, and wish you hadn't done. And what were you doing now?
That's right, you were playing that game, luckily with your friends, so you knew they wouldn't ask for something like a french kiss or somthing like that, unles you wanted to (You knew only Francis would want that, that womanizer).
And it was Mathias' turn now, and he spun the bottle with so much power, that we didn't know when it would stop, so we began to chat a little, until the bottle began to slow down.
It got slower, and slower, and slower... and stopped completely, and at who, maybe? You of course. And you knew Mathias were going to ask you something you didn't want to, because he was an idiot and a big airhead. Hopefully Lukas would do something about it in the future.
"So, it's (y/n)?" Everyone looked at you, as Mathias spoke up. "I have the perfect thing for you to do for me, but we will do it later, okay?" He said as he walked over to you, and bo
Denmark x Reader - Just Another DayMore Like This
It was just a regular Saturday night for you. You were knelt next to a wriggling man, your sharp knee digging into a man’s back. You reached towards your belt, commanding that he lay still. Your fingers met a familiar metal texture in your belt. You grabbed the cuffs and roughly clipped them around the bawling man’s wrists, a content smile swiping across your lips.
The man screamed and cursed below you, but you silenced him with a knee in his side.
“Good job, Rookie,” your partner chimed above you. You gave him a sideways smirk, stepping off the cuffed suspect and harshly grabbed his shoulders, your Danish partner copying your actions with the other shoulder. With a sharp pull, the suspect was up on his feet and in the Police car within seconds.
You brushed yourself off, your fingers running over a delicate red bruise the man had caused on your arm.
“Scum,” you cursed under your breath. The man had hit a child crossing a cross walk and then took off
NorwayxReader-I'm All YoursYou stood face-to-face with your Norwegian groom (and best friend), looking up into his calm blue eyes with a shy smile. His short blond hair was pinned back by his Nordic Cross barrette and his lean body adorned a snazzy black tuxedo.More Like This
"I do," Lukas said as monotonously as ever but the emotion was all in his eyes as he looked down at you with a tender smile.
"I..." You looked up from the ground, feeling your heart pound violently in your chest, "...Do."
"Oui," the French priest looked your groom's way with a wink, "you may now French kiss ze bride! Onhonhonhon!"
Lukas leaned in with a slight smile and you stood on your tiptoes to meet him halfway.
I love you he mouthed before pressing his lips onto yours. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, instantly kissing back. Family and friends applauded and Lukas pulled his head away before things got more passionate.
Your family and friends cheered but it was Lukas' Nordic friends that cheered the loudest. Well, the Dane
Assassin's Creed 3 Conner x reader Chapter 3More Like This
Assassin’s Creed 3 Connor x reader chapter 3
~one month later~
You packed up a small bag of you clothes and a small basket of food for the trip home. You walk to the living room your simple work dress flowing. You stop just at the entrance of the living room where you see the old man Achilles sitting in front of the fireplace.
“I’m heading home Achilles. Is there anything you need me to do before I head out?”
“No nothing else.” You walked over and stood in front of him leaning down and hugged him, and he hugged back. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t see you on your birthday [Y/n].” You pulled back smiling at him.
“It is alright Achilles. I understand.” You looked around the house one last time. “You should really think about fixing the house old man.” With that you head out to the stables and hopped onto your trusty horse Ash.
You wore a cloak with a hood over your head with a cloth over you
Snowfall and a Seldom GoodbyeThe wind blew suddenly around you, you shivered and drew your winter shawl closer to your body. Thankfully the furs shielded your senses from the cold. You looked over at Connor who was walking quietly alongside you. He wasn't shivering in the slightest. Unwavering as usual, dressed in the winter variation of his assassin robes. He wasn't speaking much today, the two of you were on your way to New York and you weren't sure when you'd be back. Both of you would miss the homesteaders and close friends, and you weren't sure when you'd able to walk through the wonderful frontier again. So naturally you were both slightly down trodden. Neither of you liked going to New York, it held to many bad memories and didn't even have the comfort of friends living there like Boston did. Connor was especially getting tired of these long, and all too frequent missions to the unpleasant city.More Like This
“We should take a moment to rest.” Said Connor all of the suddenly. You nodded your head in agreement
Dean X-Reader - Nerf War There’s dead silence in the bunker. Sam and Dean are skulking around somewhere on the first floor and you can hear the deep rumble of thunder from outside. It’s been stormy, dark, and rainy for days, making the roads flood and too dangerous to travel on. Castiel has been zapping in and out on occasion to make sure that the bunker is stocked with food and other supplies, but the angel can’t do anything to prevent the onset of cabin fever.More Like This
About two hours ago, you and the boys began to engage in a series of games that none of you had played since elementary school. The first games had been hide-and-seek and a modified version of duck-duck-goose, but they had evolved into the Nerf war you are currently in the middle of. It was a bit childish, but it’s keeping the three of you from climbing the walls.
You slink around a corner, your Firefly Rev-8 loaded at maximum capacity and more of the foam bullets shoved i
Castiel-X-Reader Medieval!AU/Songfic: EnchantedYou weren't a social person. Anyone within the nine kingdoms could see that. Every time your family was invited to a ball, you would always 'fall ill' or make up some other silly excuse. When you did go out, it was only because your parents forced you or threatened to take your books away. Tonight, however, was different. Your best friend, Prince Gabriel, had invited you to his birthday ball, and you never missed those. Ever since you were little, yours and Gabriel's parents had been the best of friends, so naturally Gabriel would come over all the time and vice versa. He would always bring over the best treats and tell you the funniest jokes.More Like This
Your mother had discussed the topic of marriage with you recently due to your eighteenth birthday coming up soon and Gabriel had been the best, and only candidate for a spouse.
"Marry Gabriel? Mother you can't be serious."
"Of course I am. You obviously like him, he's handsome, and we know his parents."
"I like him as a friend, not a husban
Levi Ackerman x Reader- The Competition Your lips were parted slightly as you turned the page of your book. Everything around you was washed away as you continued to read the story, becoming completely enveloped within it's words. it seemed as if you were in a daze, like you were daydreaming. Some had tried to speak with you, but to no avail. No matter how much they shook you or screamed in your ears, you wouldn't budge, wouldn't respond, wouldn't care. Eventually, an entire group had gathered around you, making a game our of your obliviousness.More Like This
"Whoever can get (Name) to notice them gets my dinner for a week!" Connie Springer shouted, standing on top of a table so that the crowd could hear him.
"And I'll clean the winner's maneuver gear for a month!" Jean called out.
After about twenty minutes, almost every member of the survey corps had something to offer the one who was able to distract you from your book. Sasha, of course, tried for the sake of getting Connie's food. Ymir tried as well because sh
Sherlock-x-Reader: Somebody Loves YouMore Like This
Sherlock-x-Reader: Somebody Loves You
It was cold. Bitterly frozen winds wiped about the streets of London, accurately marking the time of year as the dead of winter. And yet, it wasn't because of the January weather that you felt cold. But rather what was currently happening to you on the inside.
Too much pain, too much confusion. . . Too much life.
You stood silently on the edge of a large bridge- which one it was you couldn't say- and felt the wind rapidly gush through your (h/l) hair. You had come here mainly to think- as you usually did when things in your life got rough- but tonight was different than usual. Because tonight, you were tired of fighting.
“Long way to fall,” a deep voice assessed from several feet behind you. “An instant recipe for death, for someone of your respectable body mass.”
Your head immediately snapped up at the well-known voice, and if you hadn't
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Warning: This fic is not an AU or a remake, but is slightly altered. Please do not insult me if this does not go the way you want it to go, or if there are minor problems with how I write. Just tell me where there needs to be touched up. nicely.This fan fiction contains mild angst. Without further adieu, Please enjoy..
Her eyes- her unmistakably (e/c) eyes that reflected every passing moment, staining them to the back of her mind like bleach. It was easy, for her at least, to be able to remember every single frame of the world. Her mind was like space; vast, never ending, and filled with glorious sparks of new ideas.
Though, whenever she tried to show the wonders that her mind possessed, people would say she was mad or just plain insane. It was only because they didn't understand- did not acknowledge how her mind could bring a bright future to their despair. The more she opened her thoughts the more people would laugh at her for having hope. Perhaps they we
Bad Apple English LyricsMore Like This
Ever on and on I continue circling
With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing
And suddenly I see that I can't break free
Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity
With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony
To tell me who I am, who I was
Uncertainty enveloping my mind
Till I can't break free
Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real
But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel
So I'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside
And I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the night
You can tell me what to say; you can tell me where to go
But I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know
If I make another move there'll be no more turning back
Because everything will change and it all will fade to black
Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night?
Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light?
Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay, or should I go?
Lucifer x Reader x Dean“What do you want with me you son of a dick?” Dean asked menacingly, his green eyes glaring at the vessel of the devil himself. Lucifer smiled at the Winchester sinisterly.More Like This
Yes, he thought, I will finally get what I have always wanted. To annoy Dean further, Lucifer began to circle him, his cold, sinister eyes watching as the human began to fidget under his gaze.
“Come on!” Dean yelled, trying to move away from the fallen angel. He soon discovered that his body was frozen, as if from fear. Why can’t I move? He thought to himself as he watched Lucifer circle around him like a cat stalking a mouse. What Lucifer didn’t know was this mouse wasn’t afraid of him.
“Calm down, little ant. I haven’t brought you here to die…” Lucifer chided. “At least not yet.” The devil began to laugh to himself as the Winchester’s eyes narrowed in fear.
“Then tell me what you want with me.” Dean demanded.
ask warsawwarsaw: plz ask me anything. i dont feel no one wants to know about. plz guys ask me somethingMore Like This
(mars: guys ask her somthing so i could used the model)
Loneliness. (RP)Mary was sitting by herself, hugging her knees to her chest, staring at the ceiling. She hadn't had any company for about a week or so, she didn't keep track. Mary wanted to talk to someone, a real person, not one of the paintings in the Gallery. She stopped looking at the ceiling then looked at what was in front of her, which was nothing but a wall. Mary wished she could leave this place, but that was impossible unless she killed someone, which she could never bring herself to do so unless she really disliked them.More Like This
Mary wondered if her father, Guertena, was ever lonely. "...Maybe he was...which is why he made these paintings, as if they were real to him and kept him company..." She mumbled to herself, hanging her head sadly. Mary never knew her father that well, she wished she did, but he had died. Mary didn't know if she even had a mother, probably not.
You had been walking through the Art Gallery since you had been looking for Mary. You hadn't seen her for about a week, so yo
RP Journal: Heat-Haze!France// This is based on aHeat-Haze RP with :iconalfredfjones-us: . \\More Like This
Francis slowly opened his eyes and woke up as he normally did, except once he regained all his senses, he remembered the tragic incident where Alfred wound up dead. He tried being the hero and saved someone else's life while sacrificing himself in the process. And the worst part was, Francis could recall the words that provoked Alfred into that action, his words.
"Zhere are only two sings I can say about your situation: un, find zee common denominator in zis person's deaz and zen once you've found it and zis is numero deux, sink outside zee box. Zat is all I can say since I would forget I 'ad zis conversation wiz you if you fail zis time around."
Whether or not that was a permanent failure, Francis could felt a chill run down his spine. Everything that happened yesterday had to be a dream right? He glanced at his alarm clock which read 10:30am.
He got himself washed and ready at 11:00am and set off to the park and
School Theme England X ReaderBack to school again. What a drag after the wonderful summer break you just had. School was fine, but you were already feeling like you were failing your classes. You just couldn't get the problems in Math with Mr. Japan, Biology was fine but the teacher scared you, you were run ragged after P.E. with Mr. Germany, Home Ec was fun but you always seemed to burn what ever you made.More Like This
You dug inside your bag and pulled out your new schedule and scanned the periods. "It's 1:20 now, so that means period F. Which is...English!" you mutter dot yourself. English was good. Everything was pretty simple to remember and Mr. England taught it too! He was always polite and generally laid back, until Monsieur' France or Mr. America would randomly walk in.
In the distance the clock tower rang and students poured out of classrooms and head to their lockers or the next class. You walked with crowd and a couple of your friends toward the English section. General chatter floated around the hallways and
england x reader- moving in (part 2)Well, it had been a month since you'd moved into your new home, and things were starting to resemble order in your flat. Starting to. You still had trouble finding a few things when you needed them. But, other than that, you'd settled in well, much thanks to Arthur and his ability to always produce whatever you needed. He'd become quite accustomed to you knocking on his door and sheepishly asking for things like washing up liquid and bin bags. And, if you were completely honest, sometimes you hadn't actually needed those things...More Like This
It was a sunny Friday afternoon when the idea popped into your head. You would bake a cake for Arthur and the boys! It was a great idea; you even had a recipe, discovered among your many books when you'd been shelving them. You threw on some jeans and your favourite t-shirt and headed out to the corner shop for some flour. This was great!
Returning to your flat ten minutes later, armed with flour and other assorted cake-making necessities, you flicked your li
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It was hard to believe that it had been two years since you had started working as a police officer. It had also been two years since you met your partner, Arthur Kirkland.
"So Miss ____________," it had been two months since you had joined the forced and Mr. Bonnefoy wouldn't leave you alone, "what is a lovely lady like you doing tonight?"
You gave him your best smile, "I was thinking of going home and getting an early start on tomorrow. Don't want to be tired for work."
He gave you a charming smile, "Really are you sure you wouldn't want to-."
"Leave her alone," shouted your partner. You giggled, he was really cute and he was smart, but best of all he kept Francis away from you. Francis ran off and Arthur leaned against your desk, "Are you alright __________?"
You nodded, "Just fine."
"So _________," he said his face turning slightly red, "I was wondering if you'd like to…go…on…on…an activity with me!"
'Activity?' you thought, 'like a date?' "What would this activity e
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You were walking alone to school, like usual and everyone snickered at you. The goth freak that always was the outsider. Your reasoning was because when you were 5, your parents had a divorce and you promised to never love anyone ever so your heart won't ever be broken like your dad's. You took your seat in class and so you read your favorite book, (favorite book), and a boy walked in. You looked up and he waved to you but you looked away immediately because you didn't want him to come over.
"Why are you avoiding me eyes, bella?" The boy asked, you jumped from your seat from fear. Everyone laughed at you, you walked out of the classroom to go to the bathroom.
"Hey! Whats your deal?!" I yelled to everyone in the classroom, they students went slient. They never thought that I had feelings for ________. Your friends, Antonio, took your shoulder and turned you around.
"Me amigo, ______ has excluded from the student body. Every guy
Request ~ RomanoXReader ~ Tomato Love StoryYou sit in your room, playing (your favourite game) until midnight. You look at the clock and think: *Shit, is it really so late?*. So you decide to turn off your (computer/laptop/consol). You lay down on the bed and thinking of your crush from Hetalia. "Damn, he is sexy", you whisper and soon you fall asleep, dreaming about Romano.More Like This
--Timeskip by Gilbird--
4 hours later, so 4 am, you woke up. You sit up and looking around, hearing a strange noise in the living room. "Where are these tomatoes?", you hear someone whisper. You stand up and walk out of your room.
Suddenly you see Romano's face before yours and you blush. He stares in your (e/c) eyes and smirks. "Ciao, do you have tomatoes? Ragazza". You blush hard and shake your head. "W-Why do-o you need them?", you stutter.
"Well, I want to make pizza", he explains to you and you ask him: "Now? But it's 4 o'clock in the morning" "I know", he says and shrugs. "Uhm, sorry for that question, but am I sleeping or something or death?", you as
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"Ha-ha-ha-ha .." you panted as you ran to the base of a tree. You knocked on the bark. "Lovi! Feli!"
A mean looking German shepherd had popped out of a bush and chased the brothers half the way home. You were surprised by how fast they retreated and you couldn't keep up. Well, they were cats. You saw two pairs of eyes and two stray curls within the leaves of the tree. Mentally facepalming, you held open your arms like they were still little cats and you were going to catch them.
"Come down here you two! That dog is gone now!" you called up to them.
"MASTER (Y/N)!!" Feliciano shrieked, jumping out of hiding and into your arms.
You blushed because he tackled you to the ground, his arms wrapped around your back. You stuttered so badly, it was impossible to understand. Feli rubbed his face up against your neck, purring. Lovino jumped out of the tree, landing on all four limbs. He regained human stance, and pulled Feliciano up to stand next him.
Feliciano's tail twitched. "Are
Sick (RomanoxReader)You walk in the apartment, soaking wet from the pouring rain. You could hear gentle snoring from his room, which told you that your roommate, Romano, was asleep. You decided not to announce your arrival in that case, because the Italian was extremely grumpy when woken up. You were so tired, you didn't even change out of your wet clothes, and you just plopped on your bed and fell asleep. You woke up the next morning feeling incredibly weak, with a horrible headache and a fever. You tried to shrug it off, shuffling into the living room to see Romano (obviously) eating a tomato and some cereal at the kitchen table.More Like This
When he saw you, he scowled. 'Oh no, what has the girl done to herself now?' he thought to himself.
You coughed, smiling shakily as you look at your friend and said casually, "Good morning, Lovino! How was your sleep?"
He gave you a steely glare and grumbled, "Fine. What have you done to yourself, bella?" You shrug your shoulders weakly, coughing again. He shook his head, stand
HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Spain!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Spain has it!More Like This
"Antonio?!" you called to your spanish friend as he made his way towards you-of course holding your diary in his hand.
"Si! It's me (your name)!" he smiled is happy smile, and tossed you the diary lightly, landing perfectly in your hands. You were lucky it didn't drop. You wanted to make your best impression in front of him.
"Where did you find this?" you gave him a shocked looked. It took him a few moments, but he finally just grinned and rubbed the back of his head.
"Just outside the confrence room! On a table." he replied before letting out a light sigh. "Say (your name)?"
You looked up to your spanish friend with big eyes.
"Would you be willing to come pick tomatoes with me later? I know it's.."
"Don't worry Antonio! I will!"
He gave you a surprising smile.
"Great! Come to my house around four!"
The two of your laughed as you made your way back to you homes.
"Heeello?" you tapped on Antonio