France x ReaderWhat is this feeling called love people talk about. You wonder this since Francis said love is everything.
You have asked this question to him many times before but he always says the something.
"One day you will learn mon petit"
After each time he said the same answer he gave you a rose. On each stem had a note on it with one letter.
You saved each letter but it never formed a word so far.
"I wonder why he writes letters" you always thought
One day you will learn mon petit
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You pulled him through the small marketplace you had just bought one of those small handmade wicker baskets.
You had bought tomatoes, baguettes and some meat you didn’t knew what was called but Francis had promised that it was to die for.
You guys had been dating for a while now. At first when he had asked you to be his, you had answered “hell no!”. And when he asked you why you had told him all the reasons why, there was; Lisa and Ann and Fanny and Lola and what’s her name.
That hadn’t stopped him from trying to get you to be his girl he had really tried and as far as you knew he hadn’t slept with anyone when he tried to win you over.
You had all ways had a thing for his long blonde hair and blue eyes so it didn’t took long before you decided to give him a chance. And he really had chanced or sort of, he was still a perverted pig but who wasn’t once in a while. And today at the marketplace hadn’t he looked a
FranceXxXxReader"Welcome to A&P!" You yelled from behind the counter as a customer walked in the store.More Like This
You see, you work at the store called A&P, meaning astounding and perfect.
"Hm? Such a beau fille works at mon pere et ma mere's shop?"
You looked up and saw a man a bit older than you.
He had blonde hair tied into a ponytail, blue eyes, and some stubble on his chin.
"Oui, and she looks very familiar...." He said mostly talking to himself.
"Excuse-moi, did you go to APH Academy?" He asked.
"Yeah." You responded. "I just graduated last year. And now that you mention it...You do look familiar."
"Francis!" Another voice yelled.
You looked behind the man whose name also sounded familiar and saw two other people.
One though you recognized.
"Toni? Antonio Carriedo?" You asked as you walked from behind the register.
"Si? Who are you?" He asked.
"You don't remember me, Toni?" You asked as you poked your cheek and tilted your head to the side.
His eyes got wide as he ran and glomped you.
"[Name]! Mi corazon!
FrancexReader-RainYou splashed through a big puddle as thunder rumbled over head. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You couldn't believe you'd gotten yourself stuck out here in the rain! It had been such a nice day when you had decided to take your German shepherd, Hercules, out on a walk. But soon enough it had begun to pour and now you were outside in the freezing cold in the evening without a rain jacket. You stumbled along the sidewalk, Hercules following closely at your heels, whining. You blinked, covering your eyes as the bright headlights of a car flashed by. You blinked some more. The lights had not gone away. Did the car just stop?More Like This
You took your hand away from your eyes and were shocked to find a beautiful silver Porsche parked in front of you. The window rolled down smoothly and a long haired, blonde and blue eyes young man with a hint of stubble on his chin looked at you.
"Cherie, did you get stuck out in zhe rain?" He asked you in an amazingly heart melting French accent.
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Because I am French
"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I really don't love you."
The words pierced his heart like a daggers. Francis dropped the small cube holding the shining jewel that would trap his girl in lifetime matrimony. However, this girl didn't respond for what he felt. Francis chuckled, not believing his girl. She had always been a tease.
"That's funny Raquel…" He smiled, "So, what is your answer ma'cheri?"
"No." She responded, "It should be pretty clear. I don't love you."
"But! We have been together for three years! How can you not feel the same way I do?!"
"I'm sorry." She applied some lip gloss, "I was dating other guys… you'd understand, you're French."
With that she left him. He stayed kneeling staring at the empty chair in front of him. I'm French? What is that supposed to mean? He thought. Frenchmen aren't like that… well, not him anyway. He had been afraid to love someone. Raquel was his first love, yet she broke her heart
Burning dinner (FranceXReader)Francis hummed as he set about cooking for dinner. Not that you couldn't cook or anything, it's just that he was brilliant at it. And you loved watching his fingers.More Like This
They were so nimble, so elegant and effective against the grit in lettuces, the fat on meat, you could find so many reasons as to why watching him cook was so calming.
Sticking close to his side, your (e/c) eyes followed his hands that were stirring a pan filled with a roux. He quickly alternated between flour and milk, the sauce getting thicker and thicker as he did so.
He noticed your watching and chuckling he pulled you between his arms. Your arms came above his and he looked over your shoulder to continue cooking. "Better, no?" You nodded happily at his question, settling down against his chest.
He leant his head against yours, taking in the scent of your hair. Smiling, ne nuzzled your neck, distracted by you. Kissing down your neck and shoulder, he purred. You turned around and he pinned you against the stove, nipping
France X Reader ~Lost In Translation~"La Belle et la Bête?" you murmured to yourself, running your hands over the thick, leather-bound book that was black in the light yet seemed to bloom into a deep, passionate purple if you inspected it in the proper way--with just a titch of imagination. You ran your fingertips over the gold thread that embroidered in the title, dulled from age yet still retaining some shine, and you pursed your lips to blow away some of the dust that had clustered in the corners of the dips and curves of the spine.More Like This
It blew away softly, like petals in the breeze, and your attention returned to the book, which cracked, fresh, unused, as you opened it.
What in the world was a French book doing in an English language library?
And one so beautiful and old? You squinted, narrowing your eyes as you inclined your head to read the beautifully intricate and almost indecipherable French inscribed in an old Gothic script, and read it, in a hushed whisper, to yourself, mispronouncing words in a halting, unsu
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Sometimes, when I'm all alone, well I wonder if you're at home, singing sad songs about breaking up and the memory of me is keeping you up next to him
Arthur sighed sadly, looking longingly into his glass of gin. Even in a crowded bar, he felt so alone without you. You completed him, yet he still broke up with you, and now he couldn't help but regret his rash decision to let you go to pursue another girl. This other girl, Amelia, wasn't even comparable to you, but she would give him her body, which was something that you refused to do until marriage. You were smart, had witty comebacks and jokes, and she wasn't even a plastic toy jewel compared to you, a glistening diamond on the royal crown, yet he still left you for her. The green-eyed man sighed once more before downing
Cute!AmericaXReaderXJealous!EnglandXJealous!FranceCute!America X Reader X Jealous!England X Jealous!FranceMore Like This
Today, was a normal meeting like everyday.
It was a only mess.
Nobody listened, cause Germany is today absent.
This was a miracle for everyone.
America yelled:"I´M THE HERO!"
This was soo~ cute...dunno why...
France and England were fighting, Spain laughed at how dumb they were,Russia was creepy like always,Prussia´s "awesome" and more things...
This was it!
You had gotten an headache!
All of sudden, England and France came over to you and STOPPED fighting.
"wow..." you thought.
"Is everything ok?" they asked at the same time and shot each other a quick "don´t-come-in-my-way"-glare.
But they turned to you, there was a not too long silence, then England said with a sigh:"Oh yeah! They give me a headache everyday too! H-here..."he gave you a box of headache tablets, you opened them, took a pair and swallowed them.
You had some water beside you, the maid gave you a glass of water at the beginni
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"I asked her first you bloody frog!" England yelled at France.
"It doesn't matter that you asked. What matters is her answer!" France yelled back at England.
You were in the middle of the argument. You had on your usual poker face. You sighed. Man...was it hard to be the only girl who goes to the Allied Forces meetings. Like seriously, Philippines was an Ally but she never came to the meetings because she wasn't required to. Not to mention some other female countries.
"Boys." You said, trying to get their attention from arguing, yet they didn't stop. "Boys." You were becoming more annoying and it was showing in your voice. "BOYS!" You yelled as you stood up inbetween them. Seriously, couldn't they hear you?!
"BOYS!!!" You finally yelled loud enough for America, China, and Russia to question you with a look. You grabbed France and England's ears and calmly said,"Now stop arguing. Didn't you boys both want to ask me the same question?"
Just as they were about to open their mouths, you st
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You purred on your perch watching the strange cats bellow. Your master had moved to the strange town of Ailateh a few months ago and you soon learned the most fun you could have was to watch the unusual neighborhood cats that had weekly meetings.
You chuckled as Itabby asked for pasta from Germouser. They were so funny.
"Meeting adorned," said Germouser. Slowly the cats left. Once you thought they were all gone you came out of hiding to bask in the sun showing off your (f/c) coat.
"Finally, I thought they'd never leave," you murmured.
"Ohonhonhon~ what do we have here?" asked a tom with a French.
Slowly you turned your head to see Francat, "Oh hello."
Francat circled you, "What is your name mon cheri?"
"___________," you said lazily. "What is it you want?"
"To show you the wonders of French love."
You stretched, "Mmm, not now. Maybe later once we know each other better." You smiled slyly.
Francat seemed stunned, "Umm, ok." Maybe he was unused to other cats responding so well to his adv
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"Mon Amie, It is time for dinner!" Francis called out from downstairs. You took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror. How revolting it was. At least, that's what you thought of yourself. Those popular girls at school looked so pretty. They were pretty and skinny. Your hand ran through your (h/c) hair and you sighed, dragging yourself downstairs.
The four young men sat at the dinner-table, getting into their usual antics. They didn't notice you as you sat down beside Matthew and across from Francis and Alfred. Arthur sat at the right end, growling at the French.
"You bloody frog! I'm never going to let you cook my dinner! Did you poison this?!"
"Poison? non! If you cooked ze dinner tonight, we'd all die!"
"He's right, dude. You're cooking can't even be fed to starving children."
As the three argued about, you stared down at your dinner plate, gulping a bit of saliva built up in your throat. It looked delicious, but you were just not going to take a bite. A
F.A.C.E x Reader: Hidden Secrets“Ow!” You yelped as you tripped over a cardboard box that sat in your dining room doorway. You caught your balance before you could fall. “I hate unpacking.” You said to yourself as you walked to the front door of your new house. You walked to the trunk of your car seeing only one box left. “Thank you.” You smiled to yourself as you tugged at the box feeling it was heavier then you expected. “This must be my books.” You took one more tug at it as it was in your hands and you stumbled back a couple steps almost losing your balance.More Like This
“Whoa, Whoa.” You felt a hand on your upper back steadying you and saw a hand on top of the cardboard box.
“Thanks.” You blushed looking up at the guy with sandy blond hair with a cowlick on top and blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. Your eyes looked at him as you notice he was wearing a white tank top and jeans with red sneakers.
“No problem.” He smiled. “You need help
Nekotalia!FACExKitten!Reader Squeezing through a small crack in the wooden fence, you limped onto another's backyard. The grass was cool and damp underneath your paws with the morning's dew and the sun had yet to raise completely over the forestry.More Like This
Glancing around the person's backyard, you hoped to find no signs of dogs or abusive persons living in this house. As you continued your short trek, you found yourself climbing up wooden stairs on a deck, laying down as the fresh rays of the sun hitting your mangy (h/c) fur.
Hopefully, you had found a good spot to not be seen, just somewhere where you could lay down and sleep in the hopes of keeping safe. Usually the bigger animals couldn't get to the backs of person's homes.
Only now did your stomach knot in unbearable hunger and your body simply welcoming the sleep you so desperately needed. You hadn't gotten sleep for a couple of days, worried about bigger animals killing you.
The back door of the person's home opened up, fear clenc
France X Blind!Reader- Simple Happiness “[Name]~, [Name]~ Time to wake up.” A voice called at you through the darkness, as a hand rubbed your arm. But you knew exactly who it was. It was your loving, yet stubborn brother Arthur.More Like This
You groaned and shifted slight and sat up in your comfy bed, rubbing your eyes, and opening them slowly. You knew it wouldn't help, but it was out of habit.
Arthur smiled at you and helped you stand. He helped you with everything since the fateful day you were deemed blind.
At the age of eight, you and your family found out you were going blind. It started just after you turned eight when you kept complaining to your parents of not being able to read anything in
France X Art Teacher!Reader- Flowers You were finally out. Out of college, out of school, you were on your own. You took your last year of art school in France, they had a special program and you got in! Of course you were so nervous that you wouldn't, but you did. Good thing your minor was French or you would have died that year. One thing that came out of it was that you got a job, a nice job too. You were offered a job the last week of school in France to teach an art class at a local private high school. And yes, you agreed in a heart beat. You got to stay in the country you fell in love with, but you also got to teach you passion to kids! You were excited beyond belief!More Like This
First day on the job went beautifully! The kids loved you, some a little too much. Even some of your male students thought it would be hilarious that the flipped up your [color] skirt when the exited the classroom. Let's just say they learned you didn't put up with that crap.
Other than that, the day was splen
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READER X FRANCE
If I go down you're coming with me.
"This is my first time..." You told your boyfriend, Francis, unsure. A smile graced his face as he chuckled at you.
"Don't worry, ma cherie, I'll teach you," He encouragingly kissed the top of your head, before sitting beside you on the small bench to put his skates on.
"Okay, but if I fall, you have to catch me!" You fretted, scenarios of you falling onto your ass playing in your mind. Today you and Francis were going ice skating together, and, as you'd told him, it was your first time. You had no idea what to expect.
"'Ave I ever let you fall before?" He smirked up and you from where he was tying his lace.
"Non," You replied, tying your own lace.
The two of you, once ready in your warm winter coat and gloves, with ice skates on your feet, headed to the rink. The blades 'clinked' onto the floor, and you found it surprisingly easy to walk on them, would it, hopefully, be this easy to skate?
Nearing the rink, you could pract
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She couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was simply messing around with her, as he often did. His eyes had a desperate glint, his lips were pulled into a nervous line—but then, he'd always been good at acting in various ways to get what he wanted, though the last thing she'd expected him to feign was insomnia.
"Come on, Francis," she said, giving him a doubtful look. She folded her arms across her chest and studied his anxious expression, trying to gauge its genuineness. "You're not really having trouble falling asleep, are you? Don't you usually sleep like a log?"
"J'ai eu un cauchemar," he murmured. His gaze dropped to the floor, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I can't sleep now."
Her heart softened at his uncharacteristically hesitant tone, and she relaxed a little, leaning back against the wall. "What was the nightmare about?" she asked, gentling her own voice.
He shook his head, furrowing h
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Fixating her gaze at the only visible cloud in the sky (Name) casually made her way down the park's narrow sidewalk. In one ear, she had one neon blue and silver earphone, blasting her favorite techno music, and in the other, she listened to the constant distractions of the outside world.
Looking down from the cloud, the (e/c) eyed girl examined her outfit, slightly worried that her attire was too normal for her date. She wore her favorite ripped jean shorts, and a flare (f/c) shirt with a brown designed belt resting tightly on her hips. On top of that she wore a half unzipped white sweatshirt she had managed to find in her war zone of what she called a closet. Throwing on a pair of converse and a matching beanie, she was now outside concerned if she looked somewhat put together for a first date. Cocking her head over her shoulder, she knew she wouldn't have time to run home and back without being late. Reaching behind her and into her back pocket (Name) pulled out her phone to
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You turn your head to see a young man with blonde, shoulder length hair, and striking ocean blue eyes. You had to admit, he was handsome. Trying hard not to blush, you watch as he steadily approached you.
“Bonjour, mademoiselle,*” the man said with smile. Making a mental note of his French accent, you waved in reply. You began fidgeting with your (h/c) tail.
The Frenchman sat next to you on the bench, still keeping a small grin on his face.
“Pardon me for asking, but what’s a belle fille* like yourself doing out here?” he questioned, concerned.
“I wouldn’t call someone like me beautiful,” you say, understanding some of his French from some classes. “Not with these cat traits, anyway.”
The man looked dumbfounded and replied, “Non!* Don’t say things like that about yourself! You are unique in every way possible. These ears and tail make you the cute girl you are.”
You felt your face heat up again at the kind wo
Hetalia 7 Minutes in Heaven: France- RoseMore Like This
In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...blooming red rose.
"Wait...don't tell me I got-"
Out of nowhere, you felt two pair of arms wrap around your body like vines and you turned your head over your shoulder to see Francis, the biggest pervert you had ever met in your entire life.
"Ohonhonhon!" you heard the perverted laugh from behind that gave you a chill. "It looks like moi is lucky tonight, ma char~!"
You mumbled in despair, also death-glaring at Alfred who innocently dropped the bag and held his hands up in a defensive way. But when Alfred dropped the large bag, you heard a loud groan came inside the bag and you stared at it in confusion. Your eyes laid on it for a while, later turning to Alfred who still had his hands up in the air.
"Hey, don't ask why he wanted to be inside the bag," Alfred said, and you stared confusingly at him.
Francis lets you go and quickly goes inside the closet with much joy, you followed later with head sunk down and dragging feet. But before
Flirting Laundromat Style - France x Reader“Well,” you said to yourself with a sigh, glancing over at your heaping laundry basket of dirty clothes. “It’s about that time again.” Ah yes, laundry day. Being a junior in college and living off campus, you were neglected the necessity of owning a washer and dryer for yourself, so you always had to do your laundry at the Laundromat. It was only two blocks away so it wasn’t like it was a bad thing. In fact, it was almost refreshing…in more ways than one. You get clean clothes and a nice walk outside.More Like This
Standing up from your bed, you grabbed your laundry bag and dumped your dirty clothes into it. Digging in your closet, you found your detergent and dryer sheets and threw those in the bag as well. Tying the top off, you tossed the bag over your shoulder, grabbed your purse, and then proceeded to walk out of your house like Santa Claus…except the only thing you would be delivering would
France x Reader - Steal a Kiss15th century Rome. You grew up under the fierceness of the Borgia, and it was something that drove you insane. When you became a teenager, you realized that there was a force working against them, the assassins' creed. Since rebellion was in your genes, late one night you were locked into battle with a group of Borgia guards. A man seemed to fall from the sky (or from the top of a building) and helped you defeat them. You knew his attire, hood and all, and offered to join the creed.More Like This
You were accepted, and ever since, you've been rushing around Italy and the whole of Europe with fellow assassins, fighting against the Borgia and the Templars. You'd gotten used to fighting or having to steal things, so you became silent enough to steal and kill in broad daylight - something nescessary for an assassin.
Your new mission, though, was something a little out-of-the-box. You were assigned to go to Paris, alone, to find an ally in a French ambassador. You figured normal persuasion, pointing out
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
LiesThey spread thoroughly in our minds and shatter our hearts.More Like This
The commitments that have been broken are tearing us apart.
Like the Devil, it is one of our greatest sins.
Don't be the chain in which these lies begin.
Hatred written all over each and every one of our minds, threatening our souls.
Be prepared to enter hell, the lies will let you know.
The lies are hitting us like bullets and shattering the glass.
Making us all insane and hurting us to harass
When you breathe, and even when you sleep
The lies will be your biggest nightmare that makes you weep.
Lies are one of the greatest sins, and we should all be ashamed
For the next lie that is told, the person is yet to be blamed.
11thDoctorxDepressed!Reader: Galactic Butterflies Triggers: Self-harm, Depression, Suicidal intention.More Like This
All day you had been silently biding your farewell to the little things that had made your life what it was. The bitter old lady who lived next door and her salt-pepper grouchy cat. To your parents, who had grinned at you and wished you a good day at school. And then to the cracks on the asphalt of the street, the wild fiery poppies at the side of the road, every clock at school you had stared at as you counted the seconds until you could leave.
Even the bullies, the backstabbers, the friends you didn't really like...
Today was the day you took your own life.
The demons had won, gnawing at your aching bones.
And so you'd had stayed awake that night, in your fresh sheets and warm pajamas. But neither this or your mom's tender eyes as she lowered your lights and bid you goodnight could change your mind. She'd be better without you. Without this ever growing void stretching your chest
Joker x OC: Conversation PartnersStep right upMore Like This
We bring to you the finest entertainment
And I am pleased to be your humble servant
Except our hospitality
Indulge in abnormality
Joker didn’t normally frequent places like this. He wasn’t sure why he was there. He just wanted to get away for a while. It was one of those bars that offered entertainment and, ahem, “entertainment” and cheap drinks with high prices. He wasn’t interested in anything except his drink, but then those lyrics drifted through the air and caught his attention. There was a woman on stage. He watched her, more listening to the music than anything else.
Step right up
We’ve something here for everyone’s enjoyment
I do this as a gift not for employment
A portrait of insanity
Approached with pure humanity
Come… See… Our… Girls!
At this point several women came out on stage, all flashy and scantily clad, mostly in feathers and fishnets. Quite a few were in the audience as well flirt
Jack Frost x reader Let It Go-FrozenEnjoy.More Like This
Here you are walking down a empty street covered in snow wearing (f/c) coat and a hat with light blue with snowflakes because you love the snow you remembered you built your first snowman and kept listening to your favorite song 'Let It Go' by Demi Lovato from Frozen, the song kept repeating in your head since no one is around decided to sing-a-long the song.
"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
and it looks like I'm the queen"
Doing the same move from the movie you took off your left glove to do the same movement and continued singing.
"The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried"
Sing the same tune like Elsa (Character from Frozen if you guys didn't watched the movie.) and proceed walking while you didn't know someone caught your voice was a young guy named 'Jack Frost' was putting his snow in (Hometown) all over the place with his sta
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Your eyes wavered over to a certain host. His blonde hair and tall figure couldn't be missed in the crowded music room. His buoyant laughter floated through the air, you could listen to it all day. He was a nice guy, good looking, and cares for others...he was a vision, the closest thing to perfect in your (e/c) eyes. You sighed, resting your head on your hand, sitting next to Haruhi Fujioka. He was also a member of the host club, but something about him seemed a bit off...maybe even a tiny bit feminine. However he was a very, very close friend of yours. He must of caught you staring 'cause a small chuckle left his lips.
"Do you have a thing for Tamaki?" He asked, nudging my shoulder, "If you wanted him as a host instead, why didn't you request him?" You snapped your head toward you friend.
"N-no! I want to spend more time with you, really!! We don't have many classes together and the classes we do share we are across the room from each other!" You played with your yellow dres
Self AbuseIt's all been a lieMore Like This
Hiding behind these lying eyes that once saw happiness
It's easy to cut and run around the tombstones
To stand on the edge and feel the ground crumble from under you
No truth came out of any of it
Bring me up to then tear me back down
I'm no longer whole but in tiny pieces spread among the ashes
Survival is limited and my conscious is saying stay down
I'm being lead astray and the road back is fading
My last goodbye can't be remembered through the fog that's been created
A drop of blood is spilled for every lonely encounter
And the pace is rapidly increasing, draining the very life out of me
I left my heart in the hands of the the hopeless
And Im sauntering through my deranged mind
Slowly falling into this inevitable hole
Trying to fight the monsters around every corner
But those who fight monsters better make damn sure that they don't become one
And that my friends is harder than it seems
11!Doctor x Reader x 12!Doctor - Good-Bye„It makes you look uncomfortably chubby.“More Like This
“I’m not rude; I’m just saying the truth! Besides, I am not your stylist.”
“But Girls want to have opinions on their outfits.”
“You’re a girl?”
“I am- wait a second. Rude, again!”
You tossed your hands up, while rolling your eyes.
“I just didn’t realized it. What’s the point in picking clothes that match, anyway? It just covers you, that is fine.”
“You are so rude.” You exclaimed, crossing your arms over your chest and staring at the Doctor with narrowed eyes.
Once again, you wondered where all the kindness of the 11th Doctor had gone, if it was still inside him somewhere or if he would be always this insensitive in this incarnation.
He stared back, obviously not getting the point.
This ignorance towards you made your eyes water, and you turned away with a huff, making your way towards the stairs to hide y
11!Doctor x Reader - As old as timeYou watched the Doctor, bouncing around the control room and stripping bits of the TARDIS together.More Like This
You breathed in, asking him a question.
“Doctor, how old are you?”
The question made him pause, and he send a shy glance over his shoulder to where you were sitting, hands folded in your lap and eyes clouded with thoughts. You had been sitting there for quite a while, and he had noticed how much he liked being watched while doing something, not talked to, just watched. Your presence was like a cup of hot milk before sleep, calming.
“Something around one thousand.” He said, and in the quiet air of the console room, he noticed for the first time how old that must sound to you. You, who were so young, compared to him.
You nodded, thoughts still somewhere else.
He placed down his Screwdriver, and cleaned his hands on his pants, before walking the few stairs up to your seat, kneeling down in front of you.
“Why? Something the matter, (f/n)?” His soft voice m
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Author’s Note: I think reader-chan would be about 15-16 in this, and has known Jack for a few years. Also, I have no idea why Jack decided to stop by reader-chan’s house at 4:30 in the morning, but for the sake of the story, I’m just gonna leave it.
“__y/n__, why are you still awake?” Jack asked, floating in through your window that you had ‘forgotten’ to close.
“Because the internet is distracting?” You offered, smiling sheepishly at him.
“It’s four thirty. Go to bed. Don’t you go back to school in like two weeks, anyway?”
“Don’t remind me.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. You sighed and stood up, padding silently into your bathroom.
Jack followed you, leaning against the doorway as you brushed your teeth. “Why do you stay up so late?” Jack asked.
“I’m lazy.” You said with a shrug, spitting into the sink.
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Something There (Russia x Reader)
The Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwZEcdBMLLU :3 Hope you enjoy
You hummed to yourself and skipped into the living room where you’re found your tall, handsome boyfriend more commonly as Ivan. Many people feared Ivan and being truthful so did you but you learnt to see past his sometimes dark demeanour and creepy aura and realised that his like a gentle giant, your gentle giant.
He was currently crouching down near the fireplace trying to light the fire and was oblivious to your presence, so smiling gently too yourself you tiptoed up to him and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck causing him to jump slightly and turn his head to glare at whoever it was. His lavender eyes softened and his glare died down into a cheerful glint that shone in his eyes, he leaned forwards and gently gave you a q
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They had been blessed with the overwhelming muteness that would bind it’s self around each of them, restricting their airways in till someone would mutter a little something. This little something would be on the lines of ‘How does this make you feel?’ or ‘I feel nothing’.
The whole situation was sour and completely unnecessary in his eyes. But his eyes had seen hell, so she believed he was underestimating the problem.
Tapping her black inked pen along the yellow padded paper, she decided to speak more to him. “So what do you do for a living, Mr. Jones?” She asked, making small talk.
He looked up from his hands, watching as her (EyeColor) eyes seemed to be looking into his skull, reading his thoughts. He felt troubled. “Oh, uh, I’m a math teacher.” He informed in a small voice, looking back down at his hands. He chuckled. “I keep forgetting yo
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The air within the small room was warm and somewhat comforting while he sighed; stretching his limbs out all while trying to be as still and rock like as possible. Once he was done with his carefully monitored stretching, he looked down to see a females figure cling to him in her sleep. With a curved lip directed towards her direction, he placed his hand on her shoulder, hiding his grass colored eyes behind his eyes lids with a deep sigh parting his lips.
Once his eyes opened another time, he shot them over towards the small alarm clock that rested on the nightstand beside his side of the bed. He smiled to himself for another moment before turning his head back towards the ceiling; staring at the tacky colored paint that met his eyes. “Another day it is.” Antonio muttered, humming slightly to himself.
He felt the movement of another; he assuming she had woken up. “Good morning.” He still had his eyes on the ceiling’s paint while pulling her into a weak hug
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"Gil, it's a bad idea." you said to the person on the other side of the phone.
"No, it's not." he replied.
"Yes, it is." you insisted. You were on the phone with your friend, Gilbert, who was getting ready to go to a party.
"What's so bad about going to a party at Mathias' place?" he huffed.
"Because Mathias always has beer and you like beer and I'm as sure as hell that you're gonna end up drunk." you said as a matter-of-factly.
Gilbert scoffed. "Yeah, right. I bet that I'll come home sober!" he said.
"And if you do I'll give you a prize!" You replied sarcastically.
Gilbert chuckled. "Anyways, are you sure you don't wanna come with me?"
"Gil, you know my dad won't let me." you sighed. Your dad had always been overprotective of you. "Even if he did, I wouldn't go. I don't like parties."
You heard Gilbert sighed and a slight rustling sound. You assume that he was putting on a jacket. "Fine... I gotta go now. See ya, [Name]!"
"Bye!" you said as you hung up. You and Gilbert had been
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You were P.O’ed. You have just spoken to Germany and he had the nerve to tell you that you shouldn’t train on the cadets’ obstacle course. Because you were a girl! As you stormed into the manor you call home, you were absolutely tempted to storm back there and punch the German in the face.
“What a sexist! I can do just as well as the next guy! Heck! Half the time, I might as well be a boy!”
You caught yourself as you said that sentence. Then, an evil grin came to your face.
“Well, if it’s a boy Germany wants, it’s a boy he’s gonna get.”
You dashed back to your (f/c) room and got to work. You took out an old pair of cameo pants and some combat boots. Don’t ask how you got them. The hardest part in your plan was hiding your chest, which took an insane amount of duct tape and the baggiest tank top you could find. The last part in your plan was to
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“Arthur, every time you say Cheerio in that context, I can’t tell if you’re using it as a nickname or trying to tell me goodbye.”
Chuckling, the blonde Briton replied, “It’s a nickname,” as he helped you put your jacket on.
“Okay,” you stated before you turned around to face him and ask, “but why ‘Cheerio’?”
“Because, love…” Arthur said as he bent down slightly so that your eyes were level with his, “…you’re good for my heart.” A blush cascaded over your cheeks as you turned your face away from him in embarrassment.
You then muttered, “That’s so cheesy.”
“Really? I always thought they tasted more like oats,” Arthu
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The three of you had been walking for what seemed to be hours now. The heat seemed to make the air thick and heavy, and the sand seemed to grab hold of your feet, making them hard to lift. You could feel the sweat rolling down your cheeks and back, but you were determined to follow Lord Deaths orders. “Ugh… (y/n).. Can’t we take a break? I’m tired.. Are you even sure we are going the right way?” (w/p), your partner complained. He was slouching, and seemed to be barely dragging his feet, a thick layer of sweat coated him. He had offered to carry your bag, but now he seemed as if he were to stop moving he wouldn’t start again. A small ping of guilt struck you and you sighed. ‘(w/p) always does this.. He pushes himself too hard.’ You smiled and shook your head.
“We can’t stop.” You told him, glancin
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Georgia walked hurriedly down a dimly lit hallway. Making her way to the lower floors, heading deeper and deeper underground, she held her clipboard close to her chest. Her slim fingers tapped against its wooden body as she proceeded to her destination. It had been a week since _____ had given birth and after many late-night observation sessions as well as several tests, Georgia finally had enough data to permit the lycans back onto the reserve. However, there was something that made the doctor nervous – a proposal she wanted to pitch to her boss. It was going to be spontaneous – unplanned – and she knew very well that her boss detested surprises, which was going to make it hard to convince him to execute her plan. Georgia was also aware that her superior was strict with L.C.O policy; he was a “by-the-book”, "no-rule-breaking" sort of man. The redhead found that fact to be the biggest speed bump in her proposal since her idea was going against several of t
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"And then, I hit him with my Karyu no Tekken!Gahaha! He shouldn't have underestimated a dragon slayer! Gahahahaha!" Natsu boasted, hands on his waist as he let out a loud laugh.
"And I didn't do anything!" Happy floated around you as you sweatdropped in response.
"In any case, sounds like you two had a good mission."
"Mhm! You should come next time." Natsu said as the two of you were walking around town, trying to find a restaurant where you could go to for dinner.
"You know, Cana says we're suppose to get a lot of snow tonight or tomorrow." You remembered her prediction for this week's weather. "Well, I'm not surprised that it will because it's so damn cold!"
You dug your hands further in your coat pocket, keeping them tightly closed to insulate whatever little body heat your limbs could produce.
"She said that? All right! Then let's get everyone and have a snow fight!" Natsu lightly pounded his fist into his palm. "Moet
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Three Weeks Ago
Eyes directed to and through the open window, you unconsciously chew on the end of your pencil as your mind daydreams. Taemin, with his adorable smile, comes up to you and gives you a big hug. When he sees your blush, he gives his little giggle and hides his smile with his hand, as he always does. You point this out, and it's his turn to blush. You can't help but giggle, for he is so cute
The voice of your teacher breaks your train of thought. Irritated, you lazily move your head towards the front of the room. What you see stops you in your tracks and makes your h
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It had been like any other school say until heaven had walked into your art class. Lee Taemin shuffled in. He had such an attractive smile it was unbelievable. His eyes; mischeviously deep hazel hiding under his gorgeously silk soft hair.
You were the only possible person to know who he was; unrecognisable to the rest of your school.
"This is Lee Taemin, he's a new transfer stdent from Korea and isn't the best at his English so I hope everyone is friendly" The teacher had said. SHINee had JUST released Lucifer, why was one of the members at a school? You questioned every thought about why he was here; no conclusion.
"Uhh, where do I sit?" His voice was so subtle and sweet it sounded as if he had whispered. Such an angelic voice of innocence. His singing was often limited in many songs, they should've allowed him to show off such a melodic voice.
"Oh, go and sit ny that girl over there" Said miss, smiling pleasantly.
You wondered ecstatically where he wa- hold the phone. Their gazes; yo
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-This is a request from a friend.Since she asked me to write this,I thought i can give it a try,but anyone else is free to read it...thought,I have to say it from now,I wrote it specially for her(if it wasn't her,I would have never started writting it,so if you have to thanks to someone for this,you should thanks her first)
-I'm sorry for any mistakes
-Enjoy the story,and wait for more
You were once again alone in the dance room,practicing as always.Since you were little you tried to give your best to become an awesome dancer.Now your dream can become true,you got your chance.The only thing you have to do now is to practice a lot,then prove that everything worth being here and that they should not regret giving you a