Wolf!Prussia x Reader: Once In a Blue MoonGermanyMore Like This
(H/c) hair in a ponytail and (e/c) eyes bright, you strolled down the streets of the small German town. You stared straight ahead, quite sure of your destination, when your vision was blocked by a blur of white. You felt the force of the ground knock the wind out of you. You frowned and looked up, ready to glare daggers at your assailant. Much to your surprise, what met your eyes wasn't a person. It was a dog. A fairly large dog, with shaggy white fur and red eyes-staring at you. You glared at it. "Goddammit, I don't have time for this!" you snapped, pushing the dog off of you and standing up. You eyed the dog. It was pretty odd. The what fur you could understand, but the red eyes? Not so much. Not many animals that you knew of had red eyes. You crouched down and felt around the dog's neck for dog tags or a collar, but nothing. You sighed. "I am not going to adopt a dog." you muttered, standing back up. Luckily, you knew where you could take the mangy mutt. You weren't go
My Muse (Mechanic 2P!Germany x Artist!Reader)Starving artists. Where did this term come from? It came from people who didn’t have a creative bone in their bodies. It wasn’t that they were starving artists; it’s just that they sacrificed a lot for something to come true, even if it meant that society didn’t really value them, until they were famous of course. _______ wasn’t famous yet. She went to college for art theory and learned art mediums like painting and metalwork. When she left, she worked odd jobs but continued to work on her art, she had to. It was her passion. It was hard to be an artist but no one got where they were now, unless they worked for it or given a chance and so far, no one gave her a chance. She lived in a large brick studio apartment alone with her art and it was just them. She lived in a middle class neighborhood and the mortgage was cheap, mainly because she didn’t live on the “artsy” side of the neighborhood. She used to but long moved away. Her boyfriend aMore Like This
FACEFamilyXChild!Reader New FamilyMore Like This
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Ms. (Mom's Name) (Last Name)." The quiet blond with glasses told the receptionist at the hospital desk.
"Can I get your name, sir?" She asked in reply as she looked up from the computer screen.
The young man adjusted his glasses that framed his violet eyes. "Matthew Williams, I'm a good friend." he replied.
The nurse nodded and typed something up on her computer, she clicked the mouse and looked up again. "She's in the left wing of the ICU. Room 16."
Matthew nodded at her. "Thank you." He turned on his heel and made a brisk walk to the ICU of the hospital.
His good friend, (Mom's Name) had been sick for years. And today was the day that her sickness was getting the best of her. What was the worst of it, was that she had an adorable daughter of six. (Mom's Name)'s husband killed himself in a drunk driving accident and left his wife to take care of the child. Matthew helped of course, (Mom's Name) was his best friend! (Name) was practically a daughter to him
2p England x Chubby! Reader.More Like This
2p England x Chubby! Reader.
You sighed knocking your head on the wall gently, Oliver has called you to his bakery to try out his "new" cupcake,
But in truth it was one of his everyday cupcakes he just wanted you to eat it. Yes they tasted like you bit into a heavenly cupcake MADE from God.
You would love to eat his cupcake's every day or every chance you got.
But the problem the only problem
Is that your over weight and didn't want to gain anymore, And you NEVER said no to the crazy baker. Well for a couple reasons anyway.
Well one you would never EVER hurt his feelings, second of all.
You loved him.
You LOVED this man all covered in pink and blue.
Oh and his cute freckle's, sure he tries to hide them but you know that they are there on his face. it's actually kinda sad how he hides them.
They made him so much more dashing then he already was.
Good lord you loved everything about this man. From the pink in his hair to the black of his shoes. Yes you knew about his habit of killing peo
Germany x Sick!ReaderYou lay back on your bed, feeling the effects of your country's depression taking their toll on you. Your economy was in shambles, your government was corrupt, your people were suffering, and it was all piling up to make you horribly ill.More Like This
But you were a part of the Axis now, and you were doing everything you could to stay strong for them. The depression you could deal with. You could brush it off and smile away the pain, to make your allies not worry about you. Now that you could barely move, you were worried. What if Germany, the unofficial leader of your little group, now saw you as useless and threw you out in the cold? You were determined to hide this from the others at all costs.
The comforter around you did nothing to ease your chills, and your house was drafty and falling to shreds due to your economic troubles. Then your phone rang out, and you rose to grab it, taking the comforter around your shoulders. After hitting the button, you coughed for a second and watched the blood s
Germany x Sick!Reader Part IIYou nodded into his chest. Everything was going to be alright.More Like This
When you awoke, it was in Germany’s arms. Under any other circumstances it would have brought a smile, and probably a blush, to your face, but you were waking for a different reason. You tore out of his arms with surprising force and made your way to the adjoining bathroom as quickly as you could manage. You tried as hard as you could to retch quietly, and when you saw the blood blooming in the water you thought you ought to wake him. Weakly you made your way to the doorway when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. Germany was still sound asleep. Taking care of you must have really tired him. Something possessed you to get to it and found your boss, drunk off his ass.
“Hey,” he slurred, “you weren’t at your home.”
You stared at him in disbelief. You knew what was behind this cloud of alcohol. Before you stood a cold and calculating man, concerned only with power and wealth.
Semicolon (EnglandxReader)SemicolonMore Like This
The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of homework help, and I know it’s late, but-” the voice wavered weakly, “but I need your help with something- something else.”
Something in the Brit’s heart panged and he tried to recognize the caller’s voice. “Of course, love, anything you need.”
There was a relieved gasping of air on the other end as t
AmericaxReaderxEngland Salem witch trialsAmericaxReaderxEngland (With Neko!Russia)More Like This
Salem Witch Trials
The Salem Witch Trail. Your least favorite time in history. A time period your rather chauvinistic male teacher enjoyed reading about.
You tuned him out, staring out the classroom window. The hum of voices and your teachers loud, whine of a voice faded into the background. You blinked, eyelids feeling heavy.
Am I going to fall asleep in class? You blinked rubbing your eyes. The heavy sleepy feeling grew. Your eyes closed and you slumped against your desk, fast asleep.
(Okay people, this is were things get a little complicated. I am going to have everyone (except the reader) talk in that really confusing old English >_> Please excuse my really shitty attempt. Bear with me people.)
"________." Someone was gently shaking your shoulder. You sighed and waved you hand in an attempt to shake the person off.
"Thy have to wake up. T