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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.
France x ReaderWhat is this feeling called love people talk about. You wonder this since Francis said love is everything.More Like This
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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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
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You felt nauseous as you lied in your warm bed. You tried not to move, afraid if you did, you would throw up last nights dinner. Ever since you had waken up you had been staring up at the ceiling, nothing on your mind, and the whole world seeming to be quiet as you lay there. Out of nowhere you heard the doorbell, but still, you lay there, hoping the person would leave. The doorbell rung a couple more times, as if the person was impatient and really needed you at the moment. After two minutes, it had finally stopped, and you closed your eyes, trying to sleep.
Suddenly you heard your bedroom open, and your eyes shot open. You looked over to the door and saw your good friend England, or otherwise known as Arthur. You were very happy to see him, probably because you had loved him with all your heart. He stood there in the doorway, looking at you with a worried expression. His eyebrows furrowed and he kept staring at you. "(Name)? Are you okay? I j
Addicted, Punk!EnglandxReaderCross my heart and hope to dieMore Like This
Burn my lungs and curse my eyes
I've lost control and I don't want it back
A surprised noise left your lips as your back connected with the wall, the noise being heard by no one, though. Because just as it escaped your lips, it was caught by the lips of another.
You smirked, your painted red lips meshing against that of your boyfriends.
Then, the kiss was parted for just long enough for Arthur's accented voice to drift onto your lips. "That was a bloody great performance, love," he complimented, smirking deviously as he trailed kisses down your neck.
Your fingers knotted in his hair as you left a soft gasp fly off your lips. People would see. People would hear. But God, you didn't care right now.
You were in a band with Arthur and his brother, and well... being in a relationship with the very attractive guitarist did have its advantages, especially after a show.
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You looked up from your hands to connect gazes with your boyfriend, letting the new tea he had made for you roll over your tongue experimentally.
"I don't really know yet..." You spoke slowly, looking over his face for a sign to see just what he thought of this new tea. The taste was... interesting, to say the least. You had tasted better, but then... You had tasted worse.
Arthur's face was handsome. That was the first thing that popped into your mind. His scruffy blonde hair hung messily in his face, having to be pushed back with his fingers every so often so the strands wouldn't obscure his emerald gaze. You had to force yourself to not fall into that dreamlike trance he always seemed to make you spiral down into. Instead, you focused on the small details, attempting to figure out just what he thought about the tea. If he was going to insist on an op
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Punk!England x Too weak!Reader – Gomen!!!
I got inspired by one of the manga create by a mangaka by the name of Shiiba Nana. I’m not a fan of shoujo much (mostly phsycological, slice of life and sci-fi!) demo, her manga is interesting and good storyline. And the way she drew the guy is beautiful ^w^ bishies~
Jaa~ enjoy the story!
“Hey hey liebe! You okay frau?” Gilbert, one of the members of the infamous Bad Touch Trio asked you, trying to scooted closer to you with the other BTT members behind him. You smiled at them weakly while clutching your sweater tightly from the cold air.
“T-that’s okay. I’m just a little cold from the wind that’s all” You replied weakly. ‘Just get away from me!’ you thought sadly.
Now the three of them start to get closer to you which soon turn to them clinging to you with a pervy and pedo smile. “Do
EnglandXReader: My Butler, To Make an Omelette “Not again,” You shook your head as you smelled an aroma coming from the kitchen. That only meant your butler, Arthur Kirkland, was trying to cook again. A lot of the times you cooked meals yourself, you suspected that made Arthur guilty, since that was supposed to be his job.More Like This
Sure enough, you leaned in the doorway to the kitchen as he was fanning smoke away from the stove with his hand. You sighed, if the blonde haired, green eyed boy wasn’t so dang cute and polite you would have fired him months ago. He was good at everything except cooking.
“Ahem,” You coughed as he spun around.
“Good morning my lady,” he said, his british accent thick in his voice.
“Good morning,” You shifted, “What are you doing.”
“Ah- well,” He looked down, “I was trying to make an omelette for your breakfast.”
At least h
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You're insecure, don't know what for,
You're turning heads when walk through the door-or-or
Arthur groaned, turning over in his bed to look at his phone. It was six in the morning, with his friend, _______ calling him. (Too bad he didn't know how to change his ringtone...)
Feeling slightly pissed at the female calling him this early, he answered the phone, waiting for her to speak first, a deep frown forming on his face. "Hellooo~!" A chipper voice flowed through Arthur's ear, sounding wide awake and energetic. "Come on, Arthur! Up and at 'em! I'm taking you 'round the neighborhood today, remember?! You promised! Get you lazy butt out of bed, get dressed, and meet my at my place soon! And if you want we can get-"
Arthur cut her off. "______, at six in the morning? Really? Listen, I know you're my friend, but you cannot take advantage of that, and fix your grammar, young lady! I'll be at your house in an hour. Goodbye."
"Okay!" She said, oblivious to Arthur's complaining v
Remaining Unexpressed Pirate!EnglandxReader He was a pirate captain, and a damn good one at that. He was meant to be callous and blood thirsty, according to the multiple stereotypes that were often given to men like him. He was meant to be a terror on the seas, however he was not meant to fall in love.More Like This
When he looked at you, looked at that smirk that curled up on your lips whenever you caught his gaze, he began to think that maybe you had intently planned for this all to happen in the way it did. You made him softer than he really should be considering his profession. You made him forget just how harsh he was supposed to be most of the time, and you tended to make him smile. Damn you.
Arthur took a deep breath, looking up into the pitch black sky, trying to clear his head. The skies were almost unnaturally clear tonight, a crescent moon just barely giving some hints of light to see by, and as the ship bobbed on the ocean's waves this particular pirate couldn't help but find himself again thinking about you.
Cheater!France x Reader x England ~ In Real Life~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~More Like This
In real life, I’m waking up alone
And it’s one more night, you didn’t make it home
And one more time, you won’t pick up the phone
In real life, you never bring me flowers
When you’re here, it’s only for an hour
I’m getting used to being on my own
You sigh as you make your way downstairs.
“Francis?” You call for the fifth time. And for the fifth time you get no answer. Looks like he spent the night at some other girl’s place he probably met at the club, you think. You were getting tired of this. Him never being home. Maybe I’ll call him… yeah. You find your cell phone on the coffee table, and then dial in his number. After calling him twice, and twice it going to voicemail, you give up.
Francis was your boyfriend for about 8 months. You both lived together, since you weren’t the wealthiest person in th
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“Mom, I’m fine.”
“__________ ___________, don’t come at me with this nonsense. You were on a comatose state, for god’s sake! Don’t ‘I’m fine’ me!”
You pinched the bride of your nose and let an exasperated sigh out. “Mom, for the tenth time, I’m alright, okay? I get that you’re worried but please don’t freak out!”
“I’m not freaking out, _________,” she said, and the live video chat on Skype showed as she frowned, eyebrows knitting together.
“Of course you’re not,” you deadpanned while rolling your eyes. “Mom, look, it’s been, like, what? One day and half since I got out from the hospital, and 3 days and a half since I woke up? You want details, I’ll give you details. My muscles are sore, I have a light head ache and my ass hurts from sitting on this damn wooden kitchen chair for more than two hours straight.”
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Awake. Awake. Awake. Awake.
You were finally awake.
Ludwig ran with all he got to your hospital room, his feet barely touching the ground. It had to be a miracle. He would see those wonderful and bright eyes again. He’d get to see that adorable smile again, and watch as your cheeks became flushed red every time he’d caressed you.
His heart was racing and jumping inside his ribcage, as if it was taking part on the Olympic gymnastics. It was an excitement he had long forgotten, and a relief he had never felt, just as if a big weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Relief overflowed from every muscle and movement.
You were finally back to him. Back to where you really belong to.
It was the second day after you woke up from your comatose state. The sun was high on the sky, but its light was kept from shining into your room, being thick layers of dark clouds the cause for it. It should be a bright day without them
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Why? Why had it to be you? From all people, why you?
Ludwig kept asking himself, and no matter how many times he did this question, he wouldn’t find an answer. He looked at your face – your thin and pale face –, wondering when those beautiful (e/c) eyes would open and look shining at him, with a beautiful and cheerful smile on your lips. ‘Please wake up, _________... Bitte, open your eyes… Let me see zhose adorable eyes again… Let me see zhe living you…’
But you didn’t move. Of course not.
Ludwig’s eyes burned, tears wanting to roll down, even though there weren’t any tears left. How long had it been since he cried that much? He couldn’t remember…
Two days had already passed since you went into the coma state, two days he didn’t heard your voice. The German man caressed your hand, which he was holding between his. They were warm, but far less warm than when you were awake. He missed you so mu
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You felt as the blood ran between your fingers, and being able to feel it made the situation even worse. If you fell unconscious on the ground, it’d be way better, because you wouldn’t have to feel the odd flavor of vomit in your mouth and watch as Ludwig looked terrified at you from the stairs. You were about to call for him but you choked and more blood came out. You quickly but with no use wiped it away, trying desperately to make things look a little better than it actually was; however, destiny liked to play with your life like if it was the best toy someone could ever had, and you coughed a bit, making more blood come to your mouth.
But you just couldn’t forget the way Ludwig stared wide-eyed at you – like if he was having the worst nightmare possible – so you made a supernatural effort and swallowed it all the way down to your stomach again, even though you couldn’t think of a worse feeling than that what you had just made.
The German man seem
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‘I love you, ________... vith all my heart’ Ludwig whispered in your ear, making you shiver and want to shrink into his arms, feeling the warmth he gave you. He felt so tall and big compared to you, and somehow you felt safe in his arms, like if he’d protect you from everything and everyone. The German man held you tighter and buried his face on your soft (h/c) (h/l) hair. ‘I love you so much, _______. Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich und ich liebe dich’
You passed your arms around his waist and with your head rested on his chest you whispered back ‘Yeah, I love you too, Luddy’
And that’s when you suddenly wake up, your whole body wrapped in the warm blankets. ‘A… dream?’ you thought, rubbing your sleepy eyes and slowly sitting up. You sneezed and tried to remember what happened yesterday. Oh, yeah, right. You confessed to Ludwig… and he… he said he lo-, he said that he loved you! ‘Oh
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
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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
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“Seriously though dudes, it looks like we only have a few of the micro-nations left.” America placed his hands on his hips and let out a loud sigh. “It's been fun, but the game is going to be ending, and soon.” A sudden laugh erupted from his throat. “Well, that's enough of that sentimental garbage, let's get things going.” Snatching you from the group, America pulled you up front and pushed the almost empty hat into your hands. “You're up.”
“I can see that.” With a cheery smile on your face, you placed your hand into the hat and pulled out a small tube of red paint. “I know we have a couple of different artists here, but since we only have micro-nations left I'm guessing this belongs to you.” You tossed the paint into Kugelmugel's lap, causing him to flinch.
“Oh, this is my item, isn't it?” He sighed, obviously relieved that nothing dangerous had been thrown at him. “I
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The wedding ceremony had come to and end. You and Sweden had been husband and wife for exactly an hour and the reality still hadn't set in for either of you. In a tiny, but stunning dining hall, elegantly decorated even more beautifully than you'd ever imagined possible, the two of you sat, waiting for the next event to begin. Only a few very close friends had been invited to the wedding and reception. It felt much more intimate and special that way. As a wave of joy swept over you, you wrapped your arms around Sweden and hugged him close. “I still feel like I'm dreaming. Everything's been so perfect, it doesn't feel like it could be real.”
“I agree.” His cheeks were flushed, as they had been for the majority of the day. Sweden had actually been more nervous and stressed out over everything than you had. As focused on having everything absolutely perfect as he was, that really didn't surprise you though. “I'm still waiting for Ha
Captain America x Reader-100%It was a dark and stormy night…no it wasn’t. It was the kind of day that comes around once a year. A light breeze played the tree branches in a symphony that sounded like Beethoven. The sun was bright and full, only being occasionally blocked by clouds so fluffy and white they could have been used for pillow stuffing. It was the perfect day for a picnic.More Like This
“One day of rest and relaxation, won’t end the world,” you insisted. Steve gave you and ironic smile and just laughed.
Your boyfriend of three months now, Steve Rogers was the epitome of a gentleman and was also the kindest person you had ever met. It was the best relationship you could remember having…there was only one problem: his job. You had no trouble accepting that he was a military man, the fact he answered to ‘Captain’ was cute. You also understood that he couldn’t always tell you what he was doing. But you were starting to worry that these long trips he had to take would
SpainxReader: Quiero un BesoYou clutched your stack of books close to your body and tried to maneuver around the large crowd of people to get to your locker. Much to your dismay, a couple was making out in front of your locker. Great. Not only might you be late to class now, but you had to deal with making them move. Awkwardly moving your way over to your locker, you tried to see if they would simply move if they noticed you standing there. Unfortunately, they didn't.More Like This
"E-Excuse me you're blocking my w-"The boy glared at you, making you cower back.
"I-I guess I'll just carry my books, then " Coughing, you started to walk to your next class, almost struggling to hold them.
"Amigos! Might you move out of the way so the senorita can put her books away, por favor?"
A familiar voice called out from behind you. You turned to see Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, star of the soccer team, standing in front of the couple. They moved almost immediately, sputtering out apologies. For a moment you stood there, shocked.
DenmarkXPregnant!Reader-RegretThis story contains a HUGE trigger warning for abortion. If this topic bothers you (and I know that it is a fairly common trigger) please do not read this story.More Like This
That was the only thought running threw your mind as you tightly held the thin stick in your hand that was marked with two red line.
Two lines that indicated there was a baby growing inside you.
"Oh god," You whispered, tears threatened to fall. "Why, why now? Why at all?"
You dropped the pregnancy test to the bathroom floor and gripped your (h/c) hair in your hand.
"...How am I gonna tell him...?" You wondered aloud as the thought of your Danish boyfriend, Mathais Køhler.
After a few more minutes of wallowing in thought, you unlocked the bathroom door and slowly stepped out. You swallowed the lump in your throat, again, and took a deep breath to calm your nerves.
"Mat," You spoke out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I need to t-tell you s-something."
"Hm?" He lifted his head of spi
HetaliaXReader 7 Minutes... (Black)You stick your hand deep into the velvety top hat and ruffle a few names around, nearly having a few spill out of the top hat. You're anxious to see who you get, and your eyes dart around to all the boys, evaluating who you absolutely do not want to get stuck with. You pull out a neatly folded piece of paper and read Alfred's chicken scratch; he wrote all the names.More Like This
You manage to faintly read the name and let out a bit of a small groan.
"Well? Who'd you get, (Name)?" Alfred asks, cocking his head. You don't want to say it. You've liked him for quite a while, and you're nervous to be stuck in a closet with him for 7 minutes being it's not the most romantic setting, after all.
"Gilbert. I pulled Gilbert's name out of the hat." You say, slightly groaning. You hear Gilbert laugh from across the circle and see as he gets up and makes his way to the closet.
"Vell frau? Vhat are you vaiting for?" He asks, beckoning you to join him. You sigh and get up from where you wer
HetaliaXReader 7 Minutes... (Beige)You look at the top hat and see, neatly folded, what looks to be a promising piece of paper. You then notice on the back of one of the corners is a little drawing of a heart. You laugh when you see this and curiosity gets the better of you to pick up this piece of paper. You open it and have the widest grin on your face, then get up and make your way to the closet.More Like This
"(Name)? Who is going in there with you?" Alfred asks. You smile and lean out from the closet door.
"I am! I picked my own name, so I'm coming in by myself!" You chirp. Alfred sighs and gets up, bringing you back to the circle and the top hat.
"(Name), you know by now that you can't pick your own name and spend 7 minutes alone in the closet. You have to pick someone else." He sighs. You roll your eyes and shove your name back in the hat, then stir up the hat to make sure nobody sees where your name goes.
"Fine although I do have one question, Alfred." You say, looking at him.
"Go ahead, ask away. The hero can answer any
EnglandXreaderYou met him at the art museum on that beautiful Saturday afternoon. You always tried to look nice despite the fact that you lacked your own signature style. You had you ____ hair in a fish tail braid with ribbons in it that matched your vintage lace mini dress. Your stomach grumbled for some food...scones in particular. You approached the cafe eyeing last butterscotch scone. You tried to make a grab it but someone's hand was in the way.More Like This
He had messy blond hair with green eyes and furry brows.
You blushed madly and apologized. "Oh...so sorry. I didn't mean to grab your hand. Now, if you kindly let go of my scone..."
" Your scone?" he scoffed, "Excuse me, Miss, but I believe that it's mine for the taking."
Just as he said that you grabbed the scone from his hand.
"I saw it first..." you set your book bag down on the counter while you searched your wallet for your credit card.
The blond man saw this as an opportunity to make a deal. He tried to grab your bag but in the p
Decoy: Punk!EnglandXReaderA song can leave one sleepless.More Like This
You made a mental note as you took a seat on the bar one Friday night. The weather was fair but you didn't know you were deceived until it began raining outside. You didn't have an umbrella with you, oh yes you were tricked for a thousand time.
You sighed as you realized your entire week was rotten‒nothing went out the way you planned it. Just as you made your way inside, a band had just started playing another song and your British lover sang after a few beats, making your heart sink.
Am I better off dead?
Am I better off a quitter?
They say I'm better off now
Than I ever was with her
As they take me to my local down the street
I'm smiling but I'm dying trying not to drag my feet
The bar couldn't get more crowded than any other night. People were slumped into the counters, having their glass of addictive toxic juice. You wouldn't feel the uneasiness if you only invited your friends along. To get even, you chose a corner surrounded by less p
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"You should really pluck your eyebrows."
"Yeah, and what's up with that weird cape thing?"
"You should just go back to wherever you came from."
"Yeah, you're weird and no one likes you."
The mean children's heartless insults continued, making the blonde English child shrink in his seat. He had transferred from England after his parent's had to move for work, but everyone at his new school hated him. He was alone. All alone.
"Shut up you losers!" he heard an unfamiliar voice pipe up and looked up from his desk at the girl who'd spoken. She stood from her desk, glaring daggers at the mean kids.
"You don't know anything about him! Just because he's different doesn't make him weird. So shut up and just sit down before I make you," she huffed and menacingly raised her fist, making the other children rush back to their seats.
"Hey, English kid," she looked over at him and he flinched, hoping her wrath wasn't coming his way. Her facial features softened and she took a deep breat
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
Lucky Your Cute (Half-Neko!France x Reader) 2/2More Like This
Lucky Your Cute (Small!Half-Neko!France x Reader) Part 2/2
*Note-This has been split into two parts, the 1st part will be in the description. Other than that Enjoy :3 *
Once you saw your house in sight you slowed down your pace before practically kicking down your front door and slamming it shut behind you. You then ran into the living room where Francis was sprawled out on the floor clutching his chest were his heart was, his breathing was quick, his azure eyes were wide and his blonde tail fuzzed up in alert. Seems your panicked entrance had nearly given him a heart attack.
You were too busy trying to catch your breath to apologise, however Francis didn’t really seem to care, instead he seemed more concerned about you. He got up and rushed over to you, gently grabbing your hand as he reached you.
You glanced at Francis with a soft ga
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Lucky Your Cute (Small!Half-Neko!France x Reader) Part 1/2
*Note-This has been split into two parts, the 2nd part will be in the description. Other than that Enjoy :3 *
The crackle of thunder ran out through the busy streets of the city you lived in and the downpour of rain got heavier, ‘God Damn weather!’ you thought bitterly taking a short cut through a wide, well light alley.
Your heavy breath echoed in the gloomy air around you and your sour thoughts about the weather continued to run through your mind before a soft rustling sound followed by a high pitched sneeze caught your attention. You immediately looked to the right where the sound came from and spotted a rather large box pressed up against the alley wall surrounded by trash that littered the street.
You looked at it for a few moments wondering if you had just imagined
(RQ) Sick!France x Reader: You are an AngelMore Like This
Francis 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.
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
France x Reader: Being Loved...Part 7More Like This
Sunlight. Never before had it been so unwelcome. You could feel the bright rays beating against your eyelids, coaxing you, no, more like coercing you to open your eyes. You weren’t ready though; not at all. Firstly, you had hardly slept a wink last night between your racing thoughts, consuming guilt, and anxiety attacks over what had transpired just last night. Second, you would have to leave the room some time, the thought of which was already so overwhelmingly stressful that you wanted to explode. How were you supposed to act? What were you supposed to say? “Hi sorry for betraying your trust, going through your most precious belongings, and dredging up painful and unforgettable life experiences for you, but we can still be best friends right?”. Oh yeah right. Like that would fly. Honestly though…what frightened you the most was the seemingly impending loss of the man dearest to you. Why? Why did you have to be so stupid? The best friendship you had ever had in
I'm In Love With a Frog - France x ReaderMore Like This
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
all of me [cheater!france x reader] contest entryMore Like This
Love is not taken,
There is no
It is there
or it's not.
You have to give it
You have to
give all of yourself.
These are the words Francis Bonnefoy read on the side of a building as he walked home one evening. The graffiti was written in red spray-paint on a black wall. Those thirty-nine words made him stop and reread them many, many times. His whole body went limp after he read it for the third time, as he then fully grasped it's meaning. Love requires all of you when given.
As he read the words again and again, images of you swam in his mind. Your smile, your eyes, your hair, your face, You. You at the park, you at the museum, you in this foreign land of Paris, you running into Francis, you at the cafe with Francis, you at home with Francis, You with Fran
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
France x Reader - Hear My HeartMore Like This
You gently ran your fingers through Francis’ soft blond locks, a smile pulling at your lips when you heard the Frenchman’s content sighs that came with your soothing touch.
At the moment you found yourself in Francis’ house, seated casually on the couch while Francis sat on the floor directly in front of you with his back turned. His head rested comfortably between your legs, a clear invitation that Francis wanted his hair to be played with – after all, it was something he enjoyed quite thoroughly, especially when it was you doing it.
“Je t’aime, _____.” His words were a mere whisper, just barely breaking the silence as he leaned against your touch. “I love you.”
Those words alone were enough to make heat rise to your cheeks, and focusing your gaze on your fingers, you gulped before trying to reply without stuttering. “…I love you too, Francis.”
Words didn’t seem to be enough for the Frenchman as Franc
Bad Dreams FranceX Little!ReaderYou could honestly taste the smoke. You could hear the crackling of the wood, feel the heat of the fire. It terrified you. Big brother’s love had died this way. It had always been a fear of you ever since you found out. Now it was coming true. You could barely see past the flames but what you saw hurt more than anything. Your brother had lost his head. His headless body was kneeling there before your burning and you screamed. Only then all you could see was his face being melted off by the flames. You tired fighting free but instead of being freed, you fell to the right. Your eyes shot up then right as you hit the floor. Your door flew open then. You couldn’t see for all the tears. Then you felt him. Your big brother.More Like This
“Oh ma soeur…..” you were in his arms.
You got your little arms free and then just hugged him around the neck crying. He got the sheet off you and just held you close. You looked a lot like him with wavy blond hair and blue eyes. He sti
Papa! France X Child! Reader- Lost and FoundThe last time you saw your father was when he was looking at stuff in the store. You had gotten bored, as any young child does, and wandered off. You thought that you could remember where he was but you thought wrong. Now you were wandering around, looking for him. You weren’t scared. Only confused.More Like This
‘Where is papa?’ You thought to yourself as you rounded another corner. ‘Maybe he went to another store.’ With that, you were now leaving that store and heading to another. It didn’t even occur to you that you should have stayed where you were and not moved. But you were in Disneyland. Nothing could go wrong with you wandering around. Right?
It took you a while to get to another store. You had walked around the Matterhorn and into Fantasyland. Your eyes widened at the giant carousel and you immediately got into the line. When you got to the front, the person raised an eyebrow at you but let you on all the same. You just can’t say no to an adorable s
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
Interesting: Tamaki Suoh x ReaderMore Like This
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.
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.