Love Sucks- FrancexReader
A/N: A friend of mine, Bunny4ever2, challenged me to write a non-rape like FrancexReader, so here it is! :3
You were sitting in English class that morning, bored out of your mind. The class had to listen to the teacher drone on and on about Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. To you, love was just bullshit; a complete waste of time. I mean, come on, who in their right mind would kill themselves over some stupid crush? Love just drives people insane, so you vowed to yourself to never fall in love. It saved you a lot of drama in your life that other girls your age had. Sure, your friends thought you were crazy, but what did you care? You were the one who had to comfort them when they had their hearts broken. Sighing out of boredom, you move your (h/c) hair out of your face, counting down the seconds to lunch. The bell finally rang after what felt like an eternity, 'About damn time!' you thought to yourself as you grabbed your lunch and hurried to the bench where you an
Contest Entry France X Reader AndrophobiaAndrophobia- Fear of menMore Like This
Why did they have to be everywhere? You couldn't even take three steps without almost touching one. You knew not all of them were bad, many could be nice but you couldn't take a chance. You couldn't get hurt by them. You had seen so many others, injured, left broken hearted by them. Your own mother had been left that way after all by so many. You sighed and soon walked into the coffee shop. This was the only place you knew, you wouldn't be forced to deal with them. You had a lot of things to do after all. The book was due soon and you still have seventeen chapters to type. You went up to the counter and saw a new guy there. Wavy blonde hair pulled back messily, a beautiful smile and such blue eyes. He seemed nice but your heart still raced like you were scared.
“Oh hello miss. what can I get you today?”
“Um… just something with lots of caffeine.” He laughed then and smiled.
“Got it. I’ll bring it to you when it&
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"So (y/n) who is the lucky guy" said Alfred. You help a rose 'It can't be Francis can it?' you questioned yourself sarcastically "Ze belle 'as pick my item non?" said Francis. "Yes she has," you said sounding more eager than it was supposed to walking towards the closet. "Eager much," he said winking holding the door for you like gentleman making you blush. "Bloody frog stop embarrassing her," Arthur said crossing his arms across his chest. Francis looked at you and you turned your head to avoid contact, "I'm sorry belle I did not mean to embarrass you," "that's OK," you muttered quietly. You weren't embarrassed it's the fact that your crush was going to be with you for 60 minutes alone with in the dark and that pain in heart the feeling of him not liking you the same way and getting jealous when you see him flirt with other girls your age and scared of getting heart broken.
Francis noticed you sadness through your eyes and he couldn't help but feel sad too. He secretly had a cr
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"__________, could you get me the onions out of the fridge," Francis asked his assistant.
___________ nodded and ran off. Francis sighed with relief; she had been watching his every movement all morning. It wasn't that odd, seeing as she was his assistant. But they weren't children anymore, they were grown up and ___________ had turned out to be a beautiful woman.
Francis didn't know when he had first noticed her as an adult. But now he did and the line between friendship and more was getting blurred.
"Here," ___________ said handing Francis more onions. "How can I help?"
Francis handed her a list, "Get these out of the pantry and I'll teach you the new dish we are serving this week."
"Ok," ____________ said smiling. Francis blushed as she ran off again. She was just too cute. In his moment of weakness he turned off the stove and quietly followed her to the pantry. Quietly he closed the door behind them.
"Oh Chef Francis, I can't seem to read this one." _________ said jumping when she
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There are two schools of thought regarding confessing your feelings to someone you love, in this case, your best friend of several years. The first, more positively believes that you should confess, lest you miss a chance of a lifetime with who could potentially be the love of your life. The other, well, it strongly advises against it, because if they do not love you back, you could lose that friend forever.
Of course, unfortunately for you, you had put all your faith into the former.
The look in Alfred's beautifully baby blue eyes said it all: You had just made the biggest mistake of your life.
"I love you!"
Perhaps he hadn't heard me the first time...
"I said, Alfred, I love you...."
He blinked, "Are you being serious _______?"
Oh god... He didn't just ask that, did he?
"Um - Yes... I am." You could feel the deathly dragging sensation pulling all your hopes to oblivion.
Gone was the usual, trademark Alfred grin
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"H-how could you do that to me!" You cried
"No Francis I don't want to hear it!"
"No more excuses, no more Lies, nothing!!!" You sobbed and just as you were about to leave out the door he grabbed your hand.
"__-_____," he said in a hurtful voice.
"Don't say my name ever again! I don't want to see you ever again!" You shook of his hand and left him there and that day.
And now you were just sitting on a bench in a park, it was your favourite.
Roses eh..? You thought to yourself still equally as hurt as you were before.
You couldn't help stop the tear that rolled down your cheek.
" Why me? Why did he have to cheat on me and kiss that other girl...w-was i not good enough... So those things he told me every time he saw me were all lies..."you thought to yourself as you quietly sobbed.
You quietly picked yourself. Up and partially dragged yourself back home.
You saw your house and stood there in shock.
There were roses nearly covering your
FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle"Oui, mademoiselle, I am ________'s cousin. I have somezing zat needs to get to her right away! It is her protein mixture."More Like This
You boyfriend, Francis Bonnefois, was trying to convince the office lady at your school to give you a thermos. And you weren't really his cousin; he just needed to seem like family because your school was a bit stingy towards who they trusted. However, she wasn't budging. He had tried flattery, puppy dog eyes, and teary eyes.
Zis woman is made of stone!
"Honey," She turned to him with a frown, "I can't get that to her because it's in a bottle other than a water bottle." She waved one manicured hand, shooing him.
Francis snorted, and she glared out from her heavy makeup.
He looked at her. "I am sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just zat ze last time she forgot to take her protein, she went into alaphylactic shock and said some pretty funny things."
He almost hit himself in the face for that. You don't go into anaphylactic shock because of prote
4. FrancexReader: All I Want for Christmas Is YouMore Like This
Angrily you threw your purse on the kitchen counter. This was the third time in the last year you had caught your boyfriend, excuse me, EX-boyfriend flirting with another woman. Subsequently this was also the third time you had dumped him.
"Damn that flirting French jerk," you grumbled kicking a chair. "And he thinks I'll just come crawling back to him." You sarcastically whined, "WELL NOT THIS TIME!" Quickly you changed out of your skirt and heels to sweats and slippers.
After a while you heard someone knocking on the door, "_________! __________, s'il vous plait mon amour! (please my love)"
"Go away Francis!"
"I'm sorry, please take me back," he cried pounding on the door. "Just hear me out!"
You stalked over to the door and opened it to see a bouquet of roses and a box of Christmas chocolates. "Ahh, the usual 'I'm sorry I screwed up' flowers." You scowled at him, "Go away." You went to close the door, but he blocked the door with his foot.
Again he begged, "__________, I love you. P
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My brain completely shut down, well the sensible, tell right from wrong, side kind of got completely ignored. My first kiss was amazing, Antonio had soft lips that fit mine and tasted like tomatoes. Though I was jolted out of that little heaven or whatever it was my brain was launched into when I felt his hand slide up my thigh towards my ass, and that did not fly with me. At all.
I pulled away quickly and since I wasnt strong enough to push him off I did the first thing that came to mind. I headed butted him straight in nose, it making a loud CRACK! sound. He screamed and let go of me but thankfully I caught myself before I hit the ground, then did the one thing Italians where known best for. I fucking ran.
Scrambling off the ground and sprinting away, not sure where or why, but I was determined to escape him. Damn feelings. I ran until I couldnt hardly stand anymore and I ended up kneeling by a tree before I leaned on it gasping for breath. What the hell just happened!? Well I
By Your Side (SEQUEL)- Sick!France X ReaderMore Like This
By Your Side(Sequeal)
Sick!France X Reader
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“And what did I tell you before you insisted on helping me ‘get well’?” You asked the Frenchman.
“Zhat I might get ill also….” He replied with a sigh.
“Annnnnd, what happened?” You inquired.
“I got sick….”
“Hmmmmm……” You nodded your head and handed him some Aspirin to help with his headache.
“Thank you.” He smiled weakly and took the tablets.
“I’ll let you rest now. Call me if you need anything Francis.” You smiled and walked toward the door out of his room.
“Okay mon cherie.” He yawned and laid down underneath the blankets and rested his head on the pillow.
You smiled to yourself at how cute he looked and closed the door softly.
After a few days of nursing you back to health, Francis had come down with the same virus you had a few days ago.
Even though it was only
blind!ReaderxFrancis: Unseen Love - Epilogue “Chérie! Je suis à la maison! (I’m home!)” I looked up from my notebook and smiled as Francis walked into the living room. I looked him up and down, never resisting the urge to look at every inch of him. “‘Ello amour,” he said as he walked over to me. I stretched, letting my legs take up more of the couch where I was lounging.More Like This
“Hello dear,” I mumbled, yawning as he sat down beside me. He rested a hand on my slightly swollen stomach and kissed my cheek.
“Guess who ‘as decided to invite ‘imself over?” he muttered softly, tracing my hairline with his lips. I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips.
“Alfred? Or was Gil?” I asked with a grin. He chuckled and wrapped and arm around me, pulling me as close as my stomach allowed.
“Boz,” he murmur
blind!ReaderxFrancis Love Unseen 9 It was… dark. It was just like any other time I’d opened my eyes after the accident. I blinked a couple of times before slumping forward and running my fingers over my temples. I felt a hand rub my back before Mr. Smith spoke up.More Like This
“Give it a moment dear,” he said softly. I took a deep breath and nodded. I kept my eyes open as I turned my head, begging silently for anything to light up. Nothing. I could feel tears bubbling in my eyes and I tried to blink them away. I wanted to just be alone. I felt like I was drowning in the darkness, but there was something that was keeping me afloat. I gasped as I realized that there was a dull fuzziness at the edge of my vision.
“Cherie?! Are you alright?” Francis asked worriedly, placing a hand on my arm. I nodded, trying to focus on the light that was very slowly making itself present.
“Do you see
blind!ReaderxFrancis: Love Unseen 8 The next few days were rather quiet. I had Francis’ help filling out the paperwork that his father had had emailed to him. I was also given a small bottle of drops to put in my eyes three times a day until the surgery. They were supposed to help with the scarring so my eyesight would be a little better if the surgery worked.More Like This
All of the boys visited for a little bit each day and I only had two calls from the hospital to let me know he was doing fine and was sure to wake up soon. I visited him the day before my surgery. Everything had been finalized and I was nervous and anxious. Francis had come with me to see him. The guys normally switched out visiting with me, but I just wanted Francis to help me today. I held onto my father’s hand, wishing he would wake up so I could talk to him before I did this.
“Chérie,” Francis murmured, “are you okay?” I turned my head
blind!ReaderxFrance - Love Unseen 7 I sighed, resting my forehead against the stiff sheets of my father’s hospital bed. I held my father’s hand loosely in my own tired fingers as I listened to the constant beep of his heart monitor. A few silent tears slipped down my nose and onto my glasses and I raised my head as the door opened quietly.More Like This
“_______?” I recognized Matthew’s soft, quiet voice. I could more than one set of footsteps though, two or three at most. “Hello love, how are you?” Arthur asked.
“I-I’m alright,” I mumbled, leaning back and closing my eyes. I was so tired but really didn’t have much idea as to when day and night was. I knew when I got tired to sleep and when my father got me up for school, it was time to wake up. But since I’d gotten to the hospital, I’d refused to fall asleep despite what my body was telling me so I’d most likely staye
Contact: FrancexHaphephobic!Reader Definition of haphephobia as quoted from Merriam-Webster: "a morbid fear of being touched"More Like This
You plopped down on your friend Francis’s plush leather loveseat, six inches from the edge of your cushion, just as you had almost every Friday since you had befriended him-- or rather, since he had befriended you. You picked up a controller just as he reappeared, carrying two intricately painted china plates of carefully arranged (favorite dessert). He placed one quietly on the coffee table in front of you and sat down on the right side of the couch, balancing his platter on his knees.
“So, _____, what will we be playing today?” Francis asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically. You stood up and popped (favorite game) into the console as a response.
“Ah, (game), it’s been a while since we’ve played that,” he said. Before starting up the game, you finished your (dessert), allowing Francis to polish of
RQ: FrancisxReader Ugly (Songfic)I’m trying to smile brightly butMore Like This
I don’t like it
I’m not pretty, I’m not beautiful
Oh oh oh oh
You smiled to the mirror, turning this way and that, trying to look nice. But in your eyes, you weren’t pretty. You weren’t beautiful, not like those other girls. You sighed and dropped your head onto the bathroom counter, your (h/c) hair splaying out on the cool granite.
I’m trying to sing but
No one is listening
I’m not pretty, I’m not beautiful
Oh oh oh oh
You tried, you really did. Especially for him. He was handsome, romantic, funny… The biggest crush you’d ever had. But he only liked the beautiful girls, the ones with glowing smiles and glossy hair, who always had the latest fashions. The ones that were nothing like you.
Why am I this ugly
What must I do for me to be able to smile brightly like you?
I’m getting angry again, why can’t I ever be perfect
I simply put the blame on my ugly ap
Countries in Real Life: IntroYou never expected anything out of the ordinary to happen to you. In your opinion, you were a fairly average girl. You got good grades in high school, you had a decent amount of friends, you were attending a good college, and you lived in your own apartment. There was nothing that made you spectacular or anything.More Like This
You figured you'd go through life like anybody else. Graduate college, get a job, find the right guy, get married, have kids. All that jazz. And you were okay with that. It's what almost everyone did. But you had to admit, there were those moments where you wished something exciting would happen. Something out of the ordinary.
Well. It looks like you're about to get your wish.
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"GODDAMMIT, DON'T SHOUT IN MY EAR _____!" the fuming Italian shouted as he bolted upright from his siesta. "Ugh, stupid ragazza..."
"Don't use bad language in front of me, Lovi," you said teasingly. "And hey! I am not a stupid... whatever ragazza is!"
"I'll use bad language whenever I want! And stop calling me Lovi!" Lovino growled, and then adding, "And ragazza means girl."
"Fine," you huffed, crossing your arms as you feigned fake anger. As planned, Lovino immediately felt bad and you inwardly chuckled as he struggled with his words.
"Look, I'm sorry for blowing up on you like that and for calling you a stupid girl," Lovino said with a light blush as he averted his eyes. "You aren't angry, are you?"
You chuckled, throwing your arms around him. "Apology accepted, Lovi~! And you're so cute when you blush!"
He groaned," So you were faking... A-And get off o-of me, ragazza! I'm not cute!"
"Hm, let me t
Seven Minutes in Heaven: Maple LeafMore Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or you cause that would be slavery and I'm against that. XD
You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.
"I got a maple leaf." you tell America. It was obvious who you'd be with for Seven Minutes in Heaven. You had been developing a small crush on Canada, and you hoped that he would like you back. Seven Minutes in Heaven was definitely a good idea. America then led you to the closet.
"Have fun!" he said before shoving you in there and slamming the door.
'Well that was kind of rude.' you thought to yourself as you dusted off your (f/c) dress and waited patiently for Canada to come. Right on cue, the door busted open, and Canada was shoved in. He stumbled and lost his balance, falling right on you.
"O-oh, (y/n)! S-s-sorry, I d-didn't mean to f-fall on you." he stammered, blushing a dark red.
"Erm, um, its ok." you say. He quickly got up off of you (much to your disappointment) and edged away from you a bit.
"S-so, d-do you like
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‘Love You Like I love My Pasta!’ Italy X Reader
It was Valentine’s Day, and all the countries were at a world meeting. You didn’t really have anything to do. You were just sitting there, wondering if you would get anything for Valentine’s Day.
‘….sigh. I wonder if Ita-chan is giving anyone (particularly a female) a Valentine’s gift… Whoever would get one from him would be so lucky. I mean he’s so sweet and adorable and just plain lovable! I can’t help admit I have a little crush on him… Alright I have a HUGE crush on the Italian. But I’m sure he doesn’t like me. I mean I’m not pretty, talented, I can't cook to save my life, I'm nothing. I just wish I could-"
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you realized it was break time. You decided to head to the bathroom before getting something to drink.
You splash some cool water on your face, droplets trickling into
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[England x Pregnant!Reader]
Anyone in their right state of mind would notice that Arthur was distracted. They were arguing as always, yet the Brit wasn't saying a word. He wasn't yelling at Alfred for his idiotic ideas, he wasn't succumbing to the need to strangle the French man next to him, and his attention wasn't even drawn to Ludwig when he took control of the meeting. Another average World Summit meeting, but without Arthur prolonging activities, they actually accomplished a few things.
"England!" America yelled at the top of his booming voice.
The country spoken to looked over to the younger nation in slight confusion and anger at his thoughts being interrupted.
"What's wrong, dude? You've been quiet all day." He asked, worry lacing his usually chaotic voice.
"'e 'asn't even tried to strangle me."
My Girl's Got A Gun. [CanadaxReader] My Girl's Got A Gun.More Like This
[Canada x Reader]
In this reader insert, there are mentions of Skeet Shooting. If yu don't know what that is, don't be alarmed. I was kind enough to go into detail about how my school does it, so you don't have to do extensive research on it.
Whoever told her that Ivan was scarier on the ice than Matthew was lying through their teeth. As [y/n] sat in the bleachers at the school's hockey game, she was the only one who saw the change in her best friend. Off of the ice, he was a shy teenage boy that no one paid any attention to. However, once he gets the hockey stick in his hands he's a completely different man. He has a fierce look in his violet eyes and anyone could tell that he was the star of the night- and to stay the hell out of his way.
This was his place to shine.
Seeing the change in his over all demeanor made [y/n] more excited than she should have been for a high school hockey game. She was jumping to her feet, cheering
Ahem: Canada x ReaderMatthew was so sweet. You really loved the poor fellow to death, but he was way too oblivious. Lost in a realm of books and fiction, he was unreachable to you on that level. And you were too shy to drag him back out.More Like This
But you were still trying.
You accompanied him to the library after school. You pretty much jumped at any opportunity to hang out with him, and hoped it didn’t bother him. So there you were, rubbing your bare arms to use friction to warm yourself. Matthew observed this, “Are you cold, _____?”
“I’m fine, Mattie.” you said with a smile, knowing he was the type to worry.
Still, he took off his red sweater emblazoned with a white maple leaf and passed it to you. “Here.” he said. You passed off the blush on his cheeks as the cold getting to him too. Even though that really didn’t make any sense.
“No, now you’ll be cold!” you said, trying to push it back into his arms.
He shook his head, “I li
Chocolat LyricsI see you before me you see me before youMore Like This
Never thought that I'd fall in love with you
I will take your soul if you take my heart
Fly away together, far away forever
Chocolat chocolat you make me feel
Chocolat chocolat so sweet and pure
Chocolat chocolat I'll wear the ring forever
Chocolat chocolat you make me feel
Chocolat chocolat so sweet and pure
Chocolat chocolat I'll wear the ring
So take me to Heaven or Hell I don't care where
I'll go to the park wait for you to come
I believe in you only one is you
You will be my angel I will be your spirit
Doesn't matter what what they say to us
Chocolat chocolat you make me feel
Chocolat chocolat so sweet and pure
Chocolat chocolat I'll wear the ring forever
Chocolat chocolat you make me feel
Chocolat chocolat so sweet and pure
Chocolat chocolat I'll wear the ring
So take me to Heaven or Hell I don't care where
Je t'aime très beaucoup, est-ce que tu m'aimes aussi?
Je t'aime très beaucoup, est-ceque tu m'aimes a
(RQ) Sick!France x Reader: You are an AngelFrancis groaned hoarsely into his pillow. Another grating cough shook his body, making his throat hurt even more. He hated getting sick. Somehow, despite his efforts to boost his immune system, he had caught the bad bug that circulated through the high school. He felt like crap, and knew it reflected in his appearance. Even though he managed to shower that morning, he didn't have the strength to shave or brush out his hair. Francis just crawled back into bed and curled up into a ball.More Like This
He tried watching a movie on his TV, only to fall asleep once again. The eighteen year old woke up an hour later, feeling worse, now with a stuffed up nose and a headache. Francis shot his mom a text, asking her to bring home some medicine and cough drops. He hated bothering her at work. She was a busy woman working as a manager for an art gallery in the city mall. To his relief, she replied seconds later, telling him she'd do just that. Francis thanked her, and tried to busy himself with something that d
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You smiled happily as the sun shone through the leaves of the giant elder tree, casting beautiful little specks of light to fall over your skin. You placed your book down for just a moment to appreciate how beautiful nature was. The air was filled with the smell of fresh roses, monarch butterflies fluttered elegantly about, and the weather was neither too hot or cold. Everything right now felt so perfect, so in tune and harmonious. Your older brother's garden had to be your most favorite place in the world right now.
In the distance, a male voice hummed a light tune happily. You became so drawn to the voice that you forgot all about the music of the blue robins beside you and stood up to see who that majestic voice belonged to. You have never felt so entranced by something in your life - it was hypnotizing!
"Je l’aime à mourir," the voice sung softly.
"Elle a dû faire toutes les guerres
Pour être si forte aujourd’hui
Elle a dû faire toutes les
Valentine's Day Proposal [France x Reader] It was a calm, beautiful sunset here in Paris, France on Valentine's Day. I was at my balcony of my fancy apartment, holding on to the railings and breathing in the fresh air. From my view, I could see the birds flying near the Eiffel Tower and the sunset shining behind the Eiffel Tower. The calm wind also blew my hair to the right side of my face. After enjoying my view, I went back inside.More Like This
My cell phone rang. Who called? I wondered. I followed the sound of my phone ringing into my bedroom and picked it up.
"Bonjour, mon amour! Happy Valentine's Day!" a voice with a French accent said through my phone. It was my longtime romantic boyfriend, Francis Bonnefoy. We've been dating for nine years-ever since we were in high school. We were childhood friends and we both liked each other over the years until eventually, at age seventeen, we started to date. We went to the prom together, we would go for walks around Paris, he would take me out to f
Is it Worth the Trust? (France x Reader) The murmurs were—well, murmurs. Soft voices whispering to another in the halls and classrooms. Classes had just ended. One would expect a chaos of loud and noisy chattering students but wherever you walked—there were only whispers. Well, mostly from the female population. The others were just curious.More Like This
"Hey, that's the girl they were talking about."
"Seriously? She looks so blunt."
"She and Francis? Impossible."
"Blunt? She and Francis?" you think. "Come on people. Check your grammar."
You smoothly and gracefully walk through the crowd of people. You bump into somebody. Okay, not so gracefully. Moving aside, you continue to make your way to the exit. You immediately come to a stop though. A group of girls were blocking your way. You move
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You'd never met this "Francis Bonnefoy" before. Your friend, Arthur, told you he was a no-good pervert. Your other friend, Alfred, told you he was an okay guy if you didn't mind being hit-on. Anyone else told you he was a rapist, so you avoided the man for a long time.
Until you couldn't.
You were left at (school name) after hours because of a club you were in, and you were waiting for (parent/sibling/guardian) to pick you up. You were sitting on a bench, flipping through a notebook, when you suddenly felt someone tap your shoulder. "I heard you were friends with Angleterre?" A voice asked. You turned around to see that one man everyone talks about. Francis. You began to panic a little on the inside- not because of the warnings from other people echoing in your head - but because, for some reason, your heart began to pound in your chest a thousand times faster. You'd seen him from a distance and thought nothing of it. But up close, he was amazingly beautiful.
"I know I am gorgeous, but
France x Reader - Sleepy AffectionsMore Like This
If there was one thing Francis Bonnefoy loved more than the world, it definitely had to be you.
And also the fact that you were just too cute when you got drowsy.
“You don’t have to stay awake with me, mon amour,” Francis spoke, his voice so gentle you could’ve sworn it was trying to coax you to sleep. “I’ll be finished with all this paperwork soon. Get some rest before me, oui?”
“But…” A yawn broke through your voice, effectively cutting off your sentence. “…I don’t want you to be lonely…”
His heart swelled at your words, a warm smile touching his lips as he chuckled. “Me? Lonely? With someone like you by my side? _____, just knowing that you love me is enough to chase those lonely feelings away.”
“Then… having me physically at your side must chase even more of those lonely feelings away… right?” you pointed out, your voice slowed fr
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---'Just Be': Part 14 ---
[warnings for language and mature subject matter]
Your cell was quiet, dark, and lonely. But then again, you were no stranger to solitude. The detention facility itself wasn't all that heavily occupied. As such, the other inmates ignored you for the most part, and you were content to do the same to them. Considering the fact that it was located directly underneath the headquarters for the Trost Military Branch, you surmised that it was more of a halfway house than a real prison. The ultimate venue for your incarceration was likely be revealed later, once the higher-ups decided what to do with you.
You suppressed a gulp, not looking forward to spending the next few years locked up in jail, far from the reaches of society. But then again, you had to make up for your actions somehow. And now that you were in a more reasonable state of mind, you were absolutely certain that it was far better to be locked up in a cage than to live like a wild animal, running
Ornament - Gabriel x ReaderYou spun around your small home, your mind filled with songs and joy, attempting to figure out where to begin. Boxes upon boxes of decorations were piled up on the coffee table.More Like This
It was two weeks until Christmas and it was only until very recently that you had finally found the time to decorate. You had luckily bought all of the presents - which was easier said than done - and was able to make a list of all the food that you had to prepare on the day. And with your wonderful boyfriend disappearing, nothing was getting done.
You kept your eyes fixed on an open box of tinsel that was in a bashed box. The well-known creaking sound created by a thin door alerted your senses. You knew who was entering the room and exactly what their mind was planning on doing.
"Don't even think about disappearing." You announced, watching the tinsel as it wrapped itself around one and other and refused to let go.
"How the hell did you know it was me?!"
"I can tell."
You turned around to face him, a smile cle
Cleithrophobia - Gabriel x ReaderEntering a filthy and abandoned asylum wasn't how you originally wanted to spend your Friday night.More Like This
You were about to sit down with a bowl of popcorn, tub of ice cream and cookies that you had prepared and watch a bunch of cheap movies that you found at the corner store. They looked absolutely terrible but you weren't complaining.
After only five minutes of the title sequence and the character explaining a dream they had your phone started ringing with Dean's voice on the other end of the phone, alerting you that him and Sam had a new case they needed help on.
Now you walked along a dark corridor with your flash light shining down the dark descent and your gun by your side. Sam and Dean were further behind you, allowing you to go ahead without them.
The suffocating silence mixed with dust irritated your lungs. You wanted to get this over and done with a return to your humble apartment wrapped up in your blanker and falling asleep on your intolerable sofa.
A room to your right looked su
Dog Days Are Over - Crowley x Reader - Part 2Crowley was becoming restless. Which they could all understand but had all found themselves becoming highly irritated by it. Yet, (Y/N) still couldn't stop herself from cuddling him and scratching behind his little doggy ears. Must to Dean's annoyance of course.More Like This
"I think he needs to go for a walk." She suggested as they watched the dog pace through the kitchen.
"If you want to take him for walk; be my guest Princess." Dean said, pointing at her with his fork.
"Stop calling me Princess!" She growled.
Her own noise had been covered by the dogs. His eyes were narrowed at Dean and a low growl was bubbling from his throat. His ears were down low as he watched the hunter.
"Someone's protective." Sam joked. He grabbed his food and exited the kitchen.
She rolled her eyes. "I'll take him out for a walk and you can do whatever the hell you were doing."
She patted her leg and Crowley came instantly. He walked close to her side, his tail wagging happily. His head bumped into her leg every so often
Lucifer x Reader 'Homework'"This is stupid," you muttered under your breathe. Homework would surly be the death of you. The assignment: simply write a three page paper explaining the Devil, Satan, Lucifer himself. Yea, should be easy right? Wrong.More Like This
You knew exactly what you wanted to write. Why was it so hard. Oh yea, because he's sitting write in front of you. You sighed and glanced up at Lucifer.
He was sitting sideways in the arm chair, leg swinging back and forth. He was flipping through a book of phobias this time. He ran his hand down the page, "hey," he glanced up, "do you have aulophobia?"
"I don't know?" You said annoyed. You rested your hands on the keyboard and huffed. "Do you even know what it is?" He said smirking. You gave him a half-hearted glare, "....what?"
He smiled triumphantly, "fear of flutes." You couldn't help but giggle, "no."
He glanced down at the book, then back up at you "whatcha writing?" He swung his legs down, and stood up. Slowly walking over. You quickly lowered
Secret (LuciferXReader)You lay awake staring at the ceiling of another dirty motel. The sound of Sam and Dean snoring softly echoed around the room. You closed your eyes to try get some sleep when a fluttering sound was heard. Thinking it was Castiel you pretended to be asleep hoping he’d go away.More Like This
“Open your eyes” A voice cooed from directly above you. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Lucifer smiling down at you. You opened your mouth to say something when he quickly pressed his cold lips to yours gently. You melted into the kiss and fisted your hands into his shirt. You moaned slightly when his forked tongue ran along your bottom lip seeking entry to your mouth.
“Don’t want to wake the boys do we darling?” Lucifer gestured to Sam on the couch and Dean on the other bed. You shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck as he kissed and nipped your neck making you bit your lip to keep from moaning. Lucifer kissed his way back up your neck and jaw where he slipped hi
Roadside Assistance - Lucifer / Reader“Would you stop?”More Like This
Lucifer looked up from his book, his fingers still idly drumming out some tune on the center console of your car. You glared at him, daring to take your eyes off the road for a few brief seconds. The angel arched a brow when you made no move to explain yourself.
“Stop what, exactly?” He droned. Lucifer turned back to his book – one of your hunting references, you had no doubt. Lucifer didn't like to feel vulnerable, you had figured. Since he was stuck as a human until the two of you recovered his Grace, he was stuck taking orders from you, trying to figure out how humans got by killing the things he had used to brush off like mosquitoes. Ever since his first embarrassing attempt to slay a vampire, Lucifer had made a point to absorb as much information as possible.
“That tapping.” You snapped, white knuckling the steering wheel. Lucifer scoffed and made a show of turning the page.
“Turn the radio on if you don't li
Worried - Lucifer x ReaderLucifer pressed the back of his hand to your forehead.More Like This
‘You’re heating up,’ he said with a frown. He pulled you too him, trying to cool your body with his own. You were lying on the bed, the place you had been all day. You felt horrible.
‘Lucifer, I’m fine, I promise,’ you said unconvincingly.
‘You should take a bath, it’ll help,’ he said.
You tried to stand, but when you stood you started to sway and almost threw up all over the place. Lucifer jumped up and held you before you fell over.
‘I don’t think I can manage taking a bath,’ you say with a laugh, trying to remove the worry from Lucifer’s face. He picked up bridal style.
‘What are you doing?’ you asked confused.
He walked towards the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the bath. ‘I’m going to help you take a bath.’ He said simply.
Your eyebrows shot up in shock. He must really be worried about you, you thought. He was never
Fem!England x ReaderWARNING: This is yuri: girlxgirl. Don’t like, don’t read. I swear a bit, yada yada yada...More Like This
The advertisement scared you. Hell, it was downright terrifying.
Looking for a roommate
One large guest room, a bath attached, and access to living room and kitchen
Preferably a college aged female, address listed below
Every part of you screamed to keep walking, but that rent was so tempting. Almost to the point where every single part of it was too good to believe. Only someone completely desperate would fall for something like this. Of course, you were desperate. College had been a lot more expensive than you had originally thought, and now you were doing everything you could to cut back.
This rent would mean you could actually stop eating ramen every day and cereal every morning. At first you weren’t complaining, but the lack of variety was starting to eat at you.
So here you were, probably about to fall victim to some serial killer. You knocked on the
146 poundsmy mother tells me that i should be ashamedMore Like This
for dipping my baby carrots in salad dressing,
that my food doesn't need the salt i sprinkle on it.
my afternoon tea doesn't need any sugar, skip
the lemonade and drink the water instead.
do you really need that?
her sharp tone echoes like military orders in the face of combat.
she tells me that at my age, her jean size was half of mine
and i resist the urge to tell her that maybe that means she
had half the character i do.
shopping with her, she butts heads with a body-image complex,
telling me to quit fooling myself and pick the next size up.
i shock her time and time again when i cram my corners into
every article of clothing i selected on my own.
how will you ever get married?
& i wish i could tell her how boys have seen me naked
in the emotional sense of the word, how they have found
truth and honor ready to burst from my so-called "fat rolls."
she will never know that i am a garden with an unlocked gate
and that each o
Rin okumura x Reader Rin x ReaderMore Like This
You are Shimas little sister, youre two years younger than him but youre just as smart. Youre thirteen, youre supposed to be in seventh grade but since you were
so intelligent you were sent two grades up into ninth with Shima, Miwa, and Bon. Ever since you were little Bon has had a crush on you, but he was too serious for your
type, you liked the cute, funny type. Youve always been good at everything ever since you were little especially at cooking and memorization. Ever since you were ten
you were able to summon a familiar, she was from the cat s
The Wallflower (France X Shy!Reader)More Like This
You reluctantly followed you best friend into the auditorium of your school. It was the Valentine's Day dance and no matter how hard you protested, (best friend's name) kept begging you to go and even took you shopping for the dance a couple of weeks ago. You just couldn't say no to them once they had their mind set on making you go to events like this.
Of course they were only trying to get you to open up to people more often, but it was still pretty hard for you to talk to others. Right now you only wished to be back home in the comfort of your room and marathon something on Netflix, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen.
"It'll be fun, (Name)," they repeated for the millionth time since they heard about it as they dragged you into the crowded room with them.
"I don't care..." You said as you shied away from anyone who got too close. "It's too crowded here and I probably don't even look decent enough to be here. Can't I just leave?"
"No way, this dance is just getting star
New-Year FrancexReaderMore Like This
"And Aulde Ang Zeine!" you cheer along with the croud.
New Years, hurray! Right there in the party hub central, Times Square, New York, New York. You had come alone, unfortunately, with your friend down with a December flu bug, your family still on vacation, and no boyfriend to speak of. Your eyes widened as the ball dropped ever so slowly. You yelled out the numbers alongside the multitude of people clustered around you.
"5....4....3....2....1...HAPPY NEW YE-"
You were cut short as a pair of warm lips hit yours. You prepared to scream bloody murder untill you noticed the creep was hot. A hottie creep, you could handle. It felt different than any other kiss you'd recieved through the years, and not because it was unexpected. You felt fireworks as bright as the ones overhead explode in your heart and head, his strange lips moving together with yours perfectly, like they were made for eachother. You finally had to break free, panting.
"Uhm, h-hi?" you manage to get out.
France's Eiffel Tower France x readerIts been awhile since I wrote anything like this. Last time it was Prussia I think. Gosh my friends used to come up with the funniest yet most perverted stories ever but that's what makes my life so much more enjoyable. Anyways, for those who were wondering about France and his little friend (as my friend who got me asking the weirdest questions ever puts it) between his legs, here's what I know from talking to Monsieur Bonnefoy in the for of a story. I honestly don't know that much so... Yeah I'll pass on what I do know. Let my over active brain tell you what goes through my idiotic head. Btw don't get me wrong I'm not stupid, I have quite a lot of awards in math and a few in english too.More Like This
"Francis!!!!!!! I need help on a project!!!!!!!" I yelled as I flew past the front door and straight into his bedroom holding my papers to my chest and my laptop in my backpack. One would wonder how I got through his front door, but because it was me, and I constantly came
Caught On Camera! France x Coasterphobia reader Someone please tell me how I agreed to this?! one moment I'm sitting with my friends waiting for Francis to show up and the next minute I've been dragged to the amusement park. Of all the things I have to fear is the drop in any rollercoaster. I don't mean small drops but the huge ones. I'm terrified of the feeling of free fall.More Like This
"We should go one that one!" (bestie 1) points to the talest coaster in the whole park with an almost 90 degree drop. Paling with fear as everyone agreed and pulled me into the line. What felt like seconds was really minutes to me as the line dissappeared and was replaced by the seats of the lethal ride.
Given that the seats were made for pairs if twos, Francis dragged my into the first cart and the three other friends filed in the next carts. (bestie 2) leaned over and gently asked if I was ok and that they had forgot my fear of rides.
"I-I'm thoroughly terrif
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Your pride had gotten the better of you, and you refused to admit that you had fallen for the Frenchman that you once hated. You had seen a side of him that was much different than what you thought had been him, and he had been so caring to you. It had conflicted with everything you thought you knew. Admitting that you had lost, would be a blow to your pride and your competitive spirit. And yet that one part of your brain had wanted, over and over again, for you to speak up about it to him. But each time you tried, you found yourself choked out by your pride and by a sudden onslaught of shyness and nerves, though you wouldn't admit to that either. How had Francis done it? He had infiltrated into your mental strong hold and destroyed all of your careful plotting and planning, making it completely useless to you. He had gotten you to fall in love with him.
It plagued your mind for the entirety of the last month of school, and you were
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The next few weeks were a blur and you were perfectly content to let everything pass by in a haze. The pain over so suddenly losing your dad was just the tiniest bit duller that way, and, as a result of it. you didn't really have to focus on anything in particular. However, your grades were dropping like flies in a hot room and your interest in anything at all was quickly diminishing to nothing. Your mother was extremely concerned with what had happened to you, and started spending even more time with you, even though you were unresponsive to most things now. Needless to say, her company didn't change too much of what happened with you.
Even though you didn't say it to him, you appreciated that Francis stuck by you. You were afraid of being alone, and he provided you with the company that you needed to feel safe. He gave you the consolation you needed, the comforting touches you quietly longed for, and a shoulder for you to cry on.
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That little indoor picnic date with Francis made it so that you had even more confidence against the girls who had been determined to trample said confidence. You went back to school feeling confident, head held up high as you walked with strong strides. Just like when you had asked Francis to play this game with you, you were practically oozing confidence from every pore.
You had actually been brave enough to initiate a hug with Francis this morning at the bus stop. It was strange how the simple touches were almost electrifying, and made your heart jump. You denied that it was anything similar to love, however, refusing to admit that you might lose. You had a highly competitive nature after all. Losing was not, never was, and never will be an option for you.
The day had passed rather smoothly, yet somewhat uneventfully, but you felt even more confident that you were going to be fine than you had that morning. At the e
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It was about a week and a half after that first date with Francis that he called you again on your phone after pestering you constantly at school. You were half annoyed with him, and yet half excited that he called you after all this time. You picked up the phone and cleared your throat a little before answering.
"Bonjour, ma cherie. I trust that you are doing well?" came the accented voice of the Frenchman. You gave a small smirk and stuck out your hip, resting your free hand on it. He had given the same opening only a few weeks ago, and you were ready this time to pull on his heart strings.
"Oh Francis, is this how you treat all your girlfriends outside of school? You haven't called in what feels like ages! I've practically been dying without you!" you whined, putting as much falsity and sarcasm in your voice as humanly possible. You could hear him chuckling that famous "ohonhonhon" sound on the
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It was Friday, the day of your date with the scumbag that was labeled as a "chick magnet" throughout your school. You had barely made it through the week without snapping at the Frenchman because of all his flirtatious maneuvers that would usually constitute a slap across the face.
Yet, here you were at 7:45 in the evening, trying to get ready for your date with Francis, having already texted him your address. You almost didn't want to call the torturous thing you were about to endure a date, but the terms of the game were that you had to do things like go on dates. Luckily, Francis had agreed to take things a little slower with you, like kissing and whatnot, so you didn't have to worry to much about that.
You had already picked out your outfit and done your makeup and perfume, and now you currently were fussing over your hair. You debated different styles, accessories, pins, and the like before stopping yourself compl
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After Francis had agreed to your terms, you both shook on it and determined that if no one lost, the end of the game was graduation. You two were both seniors, so that would be the point that you stopped seeing each other regularly each day. You knew you would win, there was no way you could lose to a stupid Frenchman like that! Your emotions were kept on a tight leash, and no one let them loose except for you, which never happened anyways.
You walked away from the table, smirking proudly and ignoring all the staring that came from just about everyone in the cafeteria. Who cared what they thought of you? You were your own independent woman who could rely solely on herself. This was merely a game to you, and a devious one at that. It didn't matter if the rest of the school thought you were strange, or anything else, you could hold your own. That was who you were.
As the (h/