If The Preformance Fits! AmericaxReader taleCHAPTER 2
'Great he's in our class!' I wanted to scream staring at the boy my age with blonde hair with a lock of hair sticking out for no reason. "So class since you already know who he is." Mr. Kirkland said, "I think we should let him introduce himself even though." Mr. Kirkland gave him the floor. "Sup dudes, I'm Alfred." He started to say, "Even though your my fans I just want you to treat me as one of you." "Thank you Alfred."Mr. Kirkland said. "So uh Mr. Kirkland where can I sit?" Alfred asked. "You can sit near Elizabeta and her's friend, (name)." Mr. Kirkland told him. 'What!? You have to be kidding me!?' I thought. As he walked up the row of desks to the one in front of me.
I walked up to the desk in front of the same girl who Matthew introduced me to. She had a faraway glance in her (e/c) that also read danger and mischief. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a tee shirt that said: "I'm not mean I just don't like you!" on it with
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“Give it a moment dear,” he said softly. I took a deep breath and nodded. I kept my eyes open as I turned my head, begging silently for anything to light up. Nothing. I could feel tears bubbling in my eyes and I tried to blink them away. I wanted to just be alone. I felt like I was drowning in the darkness, but there was something that was keeping me afloat. I gasped as I realized that there was a dull fuzziness at the edge of my vision.
“Cherie?! Are you alright?” Francis asked worriedly, placing a hand on my arm. I nodded, trying to focus on the light that was very slowly making itself present.
“Do you see
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I sit completely still, mulling over every single way this battle could go, thinking through an answer to any possible response she can give, hoping against hope – against Katniss herself really – that I will be able to win. My right hip and shoulder are pressed against hers, both our flesh feeling odd, different from normal, thanks to the medicine Haymitch sent us for our acid rain burns. My eyes scan the edges of the jungle, where the ten-to-eleven-o’clock wave has left everything soaked. I can even feel the damp seeping through my shorts from the sand under us. Katniss watches the water out towards the Cornucopia, the easier side for her. I don’t think her encounter with the jabberjays torturing her with their stolen voices has entirely left her. It probably never will.
Suddenly, she drops her head onto my shoulder and I can feel her trembling ever so slightly. Reaching back with my right hand, I s
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Most of the train ride is uneventful. Katniss and I don't get a chance to be alone, but perhaps that's the way she wants it. I can tell that she is increasingly uncomfortable as we near District 12. When she returns from a shower with her hair back in its signature braid and wearing plain shirt and pants, I put my arm around her shoulders, but she doesn't seem to take any comfort in it like she did in the arena. Has that horrible place changed her so much that I can't have her when we get home? Has she been through too much to trust anyone ever again? Even me? She seemed all right during the recap and the victor's interview. A little shaken for sure, but other than that
The train stops about halfway across Panem and Katniss and I are permitted to walk around outside until we leave again. I take Katniss' hand and
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When I enter the sitting room just down the hall from my and Katniss' room, I see her and Caesar talking. She's breathtaking in a short white gauzy dress with a pink bow and matching shoes. We don't match exactly, seeing as I'm wearing white pants and a red shirt, but we do match the vases of red and pink roses situated around the loveseat. Luckily, there will be no live audience for this interview, but we will be broadcast live to the whole nation.
I walk up to Katniss and pull her to the side by the elbow. "I hardly get to see you," I say, taking her hand. "Haymitch seems bent on keeping us apart."
She hesitates. "Yes, he's gotten very responsible lately."
I can tell that she wanted to say something more, but I don't press her, acutely aware that there are too many chances of b
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I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder gently, pulling me back out of the peaceful abyss of unconsciousness, and I force my eyes open. Katniss kneels beside me, her face over mine, her breath wisping across my skin. This must be a dream. My mind is a little fuzzy, and I can't quite recall her finding me, so I wonder if I'm either dreaming or hallucinating. Again. It seems like I'm wondering that a lot recently.
"Peeta, we've got to go now."
I'm surprised she spoke. "Go?" I ask, utterly confused. "Go where?" Then I realize that I'm completely naked. Nothing covers me besides a small backpack. And Katniss is right there. I know I should be embarrassed, blushing, stuttering, frantically trying to cover myself more effectively, but if I don't really care that muc
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I sit alone in the huge, lavishly furnished room in the Justice Building, waiting in complete shock for my family to come in so we can say our goodbyes. Almost certainly for the last time. I don't have even a sliver of a chance in the arena. Even if my "partner" wasn't the one girl in District 12 who knew how to take care of herself I still would be one of the first tributes to die. But now that Katniss has been thrown in with me, I definitely won't make it through the first night. Either she will kill me, or someone else will. Just to get me out of the way.
The door opens slowly and my parents walk in. I stand up, wanting to run to them and be comforted like I was as a child, but I hold myself back. Only my father ever consoled me and only when my mother wasn't there. Besides, I'm too old to be held and soothed
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Your parents then looked at the both of you and asked "What is going on?!" Alfred walked over to you and gripped your shoulders in a tight hug and replied "[y/n], me, and a buddy of ours are going on a date". They were confounded at what they were hearing but shrugged it off and set the date.
'Oh dear lord, what have I gotten myself into?'
And it continues … again ….
Soon, Saturday came in the blink of an eye! You were nervous considering you've never been on a "real" date before. You went out with some friends that were guys in the past but there was never anything serious.
You decided to set your alarm at 6am since you figured it was a "date" you could at least attempt to look nice. You pulled out the last dress you had (since you only owned 2 and already wore the other one). It was a nice simple dress, that buttoned up from the waist to the hem of the collar. The dress was white
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'What is he blushing for? Also, his face is like a bright tomato...' You were curious enough to stare at him.
"W-Why are you looking...?" he stuttered nervously.
"Nevermind. Let's go back to work."
Later after that, Arthur arrived at the photo shoot. He was all set, there's no need for him to do make up or any outfit changes, he was already look that good. Your eyes had been stuck on him while making different poses. Arthur CAN be hot too.
"Hello __~" Arthur greeted you cheerfully.
"Hi." you said.
"Are you tired?" Arthur questioned.
"I see, good to hear." thus, he smiled.
'Ah, so cheesy!!! It gives me goosebumps!!!' Alfred got irritated again. Sceneries kept happening like that in the set, it was driving Alfred mad. He was doing his work by himself while you were working with Arthur on the other side. His close photographer-friend asked him why Alfred's eyes were glued on the two and growing some sort of "Russian aura." He wanted to say the truth yet
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You sigh in defeat as you slump backward into the chair. These thoughts were running through your head and it was annoying you like hell.
"I've always wanted you *name*."
Just that one line made your face heat up like a cherry. You tilted your head to the side to cover it, but it was no use. You hear England speak quietly, "Heh. *Name*, don't hide your blush from me. It is only me of course." He then starts laughing lowly.
Who was this man? Where was the gentleman that you once knew? The England who loved drinking tea with you, or reading to you. The man who always somehow set the kitchen on fire? That man was now replaced by a 'France' in disguise. England was now slightly perverted sounding. Especially since you were chained to a chair. He probably thought it was kinky or some bullshit.
Just has you were thinking theses thoughts, you we
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Can I have some comments people? *cricket sounds* Oh well worth a try >.
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"No!" you cry as you bolt upright from your bed. You look at the clock on your bedside table and notice that it's 4:38 AM. "Just a dream," you say and sigh in relief. You wipe the sheen of cold sweat from your forehead. You dreamt that Feli, your best friend, had gone into a mysterious mansion with your other friends and had encountered an extremely hostile monster that trapped them in there. It was a part of a recurring dream: you had had it several times, each being a different point in time. All of them were in that mansion. This time your point of view was directly behind Feli. You were forced to watch as your friends all died before your eyes. Towards the end of the dream, you could feel Feli's desperation to protect them and his despair at not being able to. He was utterly alone, and that's when the monster struck. It raised its nasty, hairless arm and slashed downwards toward Feli. You ran towards him screaming, and that's when you woke up. One of the things that really sticks i
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Soon enough it was around ten o'clock, and I had found myself bored to death. I wasn't even in the mood to watch any more TV… I didn't really want to from the start. My mind was completely set on the whole 'hand-cuffed-with-my-crush' thing. I sighed out loudly.
"(name), sorry about that… Would you like to take a walk?"
"Wha- but… that's just embarrassing!"
"It'll be fine, just trust me, won't you?"
I let my eyes wander off to the blank walls of the room, but from the corner of my eye, I can see Arthur putting on a serious face. Surprised, I gaze into Arthur's eyes, and he remains still and silent. His eyes were green. Green like a tropical forest in utopia. Or maybe the green from a familiar fairytale I heard long ago about the Wizard of Oz… Either way, his eyes just mesmerize me, and as soon as his eyes lock onto yours, you can't simply look away.
"I suppose… Yeah, why not?"
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The Brit sat up straight and began to dig furiously through his drawers when he pulled out an old, worn out leather book. It was his old Dark Magic book full of healing spells and such. He thumbed through the pages, eyes scanning for key words. He finally stopped, and read furiously down the page. He found it. The cure. He would have jumped up and danced around in joy if he weren't a gentleman.
"Mint!" he called out excitedly. The odd green mammal appeared in fron of him.
"Look! I can save her!" Arthur held up the book, smiling ear to ear. "I can save ________! She won't be blind or sick anymore! Why didn't I think of this before?!"
Mint bunny scanned the page, then looked up sadly at Arthur, "Her memory will be wiped. The spell
England x Reader - Arcades (Request)"…Why did you guys drag me here again?" you asked your friends, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.More Like This
"Because we needed someone to keep track of the scores so the loser has to treat us to dinner later." replied (Friend 1), still pressing buttons on her controller, not even looking away from the screen for one second.
"Even so, why me? You know I hate arcades." you continued complaining, very unsatisfied with their answer.
"Cuz' everyone one else was busy." said (Friend 2), somehow able to play with one hand and eat chips with the other at the same time.
"There's nothing for me to do here though…"
"Here (Name), you can play too. There's room for one more player." (Friend 3) called out.
"…Nevermind, I'll just watch." you replied, while your friends kept on screaming "Die alien, die!"
"Oh yeah dude! I win again!" you heard from behind you.
'Ugh, and this is why I hate arcades, everything's too loud!' you thought exasperatedly, but decided to see who was yelling anyway, not eve
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"I-I'm sorry!" A [h/c] haired girl yelled.
"[Name] do you know how long it took me to get enough money to buy this!?" He yelled, holding up his laptop.
"N-no....but I said I was sorry! It was an accident!" You yelled back.
"How the bloody hell do you accidentally break a laptop screen!?"
"B-But I was us-"
Arthur sighed and started rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"You know what, [Name]? Maybe you should just go home."
He glared at you.
"I said go!"
You stepped back with wide eyes as you stared at him in shock.
You stomped to his door.
You turned around towards him with tears streaming down your face.
He looked at you with wide eyes.
"Don't ever call me! Don't talk to me anymore, you stupid asshole! I hate you!" You yelled as you slammed the door.
Arthur put his hands in front of his face and fell to the floor.
"What have I done?"
The next morning you woke up with tear stains on your face.
You went to look in
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*Iceland X Reader*
'If she's the one you're looking for
Then I'm ready to let go ...' .
The female sighed as she watched the brown haired happily talked to the Icelander,gesturing in a ridiculous manner with her tanned hands to put emphasis - she brushed a strand of (h/c) locks behind her ear,packing her stuff in a (f/c) bag and stood from the window - the more she saw the two together,the more she felt sick at stomach.
It wasn't the fact that (Name) dispised Michelle - but she didn't like her either,because she captured the liliach eyed boy's whole attention upon her.As some say,if the brunette girl was on fire,the (h/c) would have considered roasting marshmallows on her - but that would be mean and unlike the kind hearted female.
Everytime things turned out like that,she felt herself breaking little by little and tears gathered into her glimmering (e/c) pools,making them look matte as she lost hope - why Emil could chat with Seychelles for so long and wh
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The cold, bitter wind of Skyrim blew trough [name]'s [h/c] hair. Her wrist were bound and sat uncomfortably in her lap. She bounced on the hard, wooden bench every time the cart hit a rock or hole. Which seemed to happen a lot. It had been an ordinary day until she had gotten herself caught up with some rebels during an ambush. Just her luck though. Things like this always happened to her. To her right was Alfred Stormcloak, the leader of the rebel Stormcloak army. In front of him sat a man with dark, shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He ran his mouth and cursed like a sailor about how he shouldn't have been there. Finally the other man in the cart, a Stormcloak with long blonde hair in a pony tail and blue eyes, spoke up. " Would you 'ush already! Vinning like a little girl vill not 'elp any of us!" He scoffed. Alfred seemed to be trying to eat trough the cloth on his mouth wanting to speak. " Alfred, a lit
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Italy sat in his room, secluded. He had the curtains drawn and the light was off, leaving him in complete darkness. He was holding his head and he stared at the ground with wide eyes. His once bright, amber eyes were dull and red. Tears ran down his face and sob forced it's way out.
"I can't take it. Why would he do this to me," he cried out as fresh tears made their way down his damp cheeks. Another person had left him, betrayed him in the worst way possible.
"You promised you wouldn't leave me... How could you lie like that?" Italy asked no one in particular. "Germany... Why would you do this?"
He screamed loudly, clutching his head harder. He shook violently, rage taking hold of him. His sad tears were replaced with angry ones. He heard a knock on his door.
"GO AWAY!" Italy screamed as he grabbed the closest thing to him and threw it at the door.
"Veneziano! What's going on? Unlock the damn door!" Italy heard his brother yell from the other side of the door.
"Leave me ALONE!" Italy
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Thin. Thin. You had to be thin. This thought was consuming your brain. You couldn't think about anything. Especially food. If you couldn't think about anything, especially food, and that was good right?
Yes. It was good. Perfectly good.
"(F/n) are you going to listen to me today?" Ludwig asked the girl who was sitting in the chair across from him. She gave him a blank look back, obviously absorbed in her own thoughts.
"I brought food," he said, his monotone voice level staying the same as she started to register that thought among her own. He turned around to grab something as when he was back, she wasn't in the cold metal chair.
It sat empty, in a mocking matter. She wasn't in the chair or on the bed, so she had to be under the bed. Ludwig walked towards the bed and stood beside it, in a threatening way.
"(F/n), you should come out now, before I have to fetch you out from there." No noise came from under the bed. Ludwig sighed, this girl was one for playing games.
Ludwig got d
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Warning: Fluff...implied smut...maybe? *is shot* um..Prussia OOC-ness? *is shot again*
If he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work, open a door for me, what would it hurt?
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
She was upset. Upset that it seemed like Prussia didn't have any time for her. He was always working or out drinking. She wondered if he'd even remember their anniversary (which was today). She wondered if she did something wrong that made him stay late at work. When ever he was home she would try anything to turn his head and it seemed like nothing was working. She could only hope that he would realize how much she missed him…and soon he did.
"[Name]! I'm home!" Prussia shouted, his work bag falling to the floor with a loud thud.
She smoothed out her clothes while she walked to the front door.
"How was work Gilbert?" She asked, putting on a small smile.
The sexy smirk on her husband's face made her stomach flip.
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You walked into the living room, just as your Husband was gearing up to tell the story you had heard a hundred times.
A story your seven year old son listened to with wide eyes.
"2012 was supposed to be the end of the world. But your daddy survived it!"
You snorted, ruffling your sons blonde hair as you passed. Your husband pouted, his blue eyes going wide behind the frame of his glasses.
"What? You know George likes this story!" Your son nodded furiously, his wide grin showing the gap were he was missing a tooth.
"You'd think he'd get bored of it after a while."
"No, It's Daddy's other stories that are boring."
Alfred pretended to be shocked, flailing his arms about like he had been shot. "SON, how could you!"
He flopped to the side, making George giggle.
Sitting up, he flashed the grin that had made you melt the first time you had met.
"Okay then ______, You pick the story."
You pretended to think, tapping your chin.
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"Welcome to NASA, Mr. Alfred." the chief in staff said.
"Yea'" Alfred answered.
"Was that your wife?" the man asked out of blue.
"Soon" Alfred said.
"You two look so young!" the man exclaimed.
"We're models after all."
Alfred was introduced the workers and they can get along. You could tell how smart the workers were, thousands... no, millions of information from outer space might stored in their brains. Without a second thought, they already put Alfred to training since they needed a few more workers. He was having fun, finally he can see the outer space he was been hoping to see ever since on his child days. Alfred was so happy because he can finally able to show a little special thing to the woman he love the most and that was none only you.
You on the other hand... Answering questions to the interviewers.
"Is it true that you're dating with Alfred F. Jones?" the woman reporter asked you.
"Like I said, she can't answer that!" you told Leon not to speak any personal things to the pub
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“I’m gonna be in Hawaii during this vacation while the rest of you freeze your butts off!” Your friend Nene squealed with excitement.
The both of you were in PSAT, the last class of the day. Winter break was going to start but you didn’t wait for Christmas, you knew what you were going to get. You saw your father, dressed as Santa putting present under the tree and heard him muttering about getting you two new sweaters and a new phone, your first one. You were somewhat of a loner and when you tried to make friends you froze up and fainted. It was a miracle that you became friends with Nene; so it never occurred to your parents to buy you phone. Though this time you planned to ask him out, Alfred F. Jones, the bad boy of the school, and you won’t let your shyness get in the way.
Little did you know the same person had a New Year’s resolution of asking you out.
Alfred F. Jones or Al as h
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Teen!Cowboy!America x Teen!Indian!Reader
Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy – Big & Rich
“DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAAAAA
DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DE-DUM-DE-DE-DUM, DE-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAA-DAAAA!” A boy said excitedly as he played around on his toy horse.
“Alfred, be careful to not hurt yourself!” A blonde man warned.
“Yeah dad!” He laughed playfully. He turned around and looked over at his dad, taking off his cowboy hat.
“Hey dad?” He asked.
“Yes Alfred?” His dad looked over to him.
“Can I be a cowboy when I get older?” The innocent boy asked, his big blue eyes looking at his dad eagerly. His dad looked at him with a raised brow and then he smiled.
“Sure Alfred.” He said. Alfred ran around excitedly and continued to act like a cowboy.
Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill
And I buy the bar a double roun
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Alfred just stood there, speechless. He couldn't believe this. Wait; yes he could. Of course, this was Al's plan. Alfred glanced down at Arthur who was helping (y/n) up from the ground. He narrowed his eyes. Did he hurt her like that all the time?
"So, Alfie, aren't you excited to be having a new buddy in your home? It'll be like a sleepover-- a party all the time," Al's words dripped with venom. The tension in the room was more than tangible. He gulped. Should he just stand there? What-- he didn't know what to do.
"Al, drop the gun," Yeah, that's what he wanted to say. Be the hero, take Al down, and just hold (y/n) forever--
"Quit daydreaming, loverboy," Al's fist had collided with Alfred's face. He glared up at him.
Dude, what was this guy's deal?
You stared at the scene before you in shock. First Al holding a gun to Alfred's head, now he was on the ground after getting punched by him. You tried to swallow the knot in your throat, but you couldn't take it. You almost… You a
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I'm starting to regret having feeling for Al now. Earlier today I saw him with Alice in the halls talking, then in class, HOLDING HANDS! I felt my world crumble or something. I guess I'll have to thank the person who sent the note to me. At least it was lunch so I can hang out at the library on the computer. "(NAME)!" Someone called behind me. I already knew who it was so I didn't bother to look. I just kept walking towards the library. "(Name)!" Alfred called. Then he caught up to me and blocked my way. "Leave me alone." I growled. He grabbed my shoulders to keep me still. "Why have you been avoiding me?" He asked. "Did you really think I'm that stupid?" I asked him. "I don't know what your talking about." He said. "Don't play dumb with me Alfred." I told him coldly, "Did you just hang out with me just because I was poor, just because I was bullied?" "What? No I wouldn't do that." He told me. "Yeah sure you would." I scoffed at him, "I can't believe I wa
ItalyXReader - You don't know me!Oh, what a wonderful day today was, and even more the all wonderful, Alfred was not having a party this weekend. Gilbert was, and it was going to be awesome, according to him. But for me, no, I didn’t want to go to a party, I didn’t want to crawl through a sea of sweat smelly teens as music made my ears bleed.More Like This
But yet here I was, being dragged –along with Ludwig and Kiku- by one of my best friends. Feliciano was a fairly nice kid, he could never do wrong in my book. Unlike his older brother, he was sweet and kind, not stubborn and bitter, no violent or scary. Speaking of his brother, Lovino was stomping about ten feet ahead of us with Antonio and Francis, cussing about how he should be sleeping or eating or whatever.
“Feli, why are doing this?” I complained and he let go of my arm finally.
“Why not?” He smiled back to me and I rolled my eyes.
“I mean, really? Look at what you did to poor Ludwig, he ran out of his own house because he even
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I couldn't think of a better tittle so ;-; anyways.. my first ever reader insert.. and first attempt on fluff please be gentle!
For those who don't know: [F/N] = First Name [L/N] = Last Name [N/N] = Nickname [F/C] = Fav colour [2F/C] = Second Fav Colour [H/C] = Hair colour [H/L] = Hair Length [E/C] = Eye colour.
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I walked into class. Oh how I hate it. I had no friends, nor did I care. It was close to Christmas and it was snowing today. I love snow, but not like I'd tell anyone that. I got to class and sat in my seat, which was right at the back, luckily. No one notices me, but I notice them. I'm the observant type. I know all their names, yet they don't know mine. I know how they act. I can read people like a book and I know who is always the
2p!Canada x reader- Candy basedIn your neighborhood, you were like a boss. No boy dared mess with you and all the girls feared you. You and your friend Nana were the most badass chicks there were.More Like This
Nana was your back-up for anything and everything as you her's. Whatever it was, she was there and helped you out. She was half white and half Italian but she talked like a mobster if you got her pissed off. Sometimes she even creeped you out with her mafia like thoughts and sayings. Either way, you two were the best of friends and worked well together.
"Yo Nana!", you called to her as you stood in her front yard, looking up at her bedroom window. "Nana!"
Her window opened and she stuck her hand out then back in the house just to show you she was there. "Yeah?"
"You coming down?"
"In a minute! In a minute! I gotta change!"
"Yeah yeah" She shut her window back the you walked to her front door and sat at the step. The door opened shortly after you sat but it wasn't Nana, it was her mom. Like Nana, her mom w
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--- Reader P.O.V. ---
You quickly shot your head up hearing a loud thump and the rustle of bushes near by as if something heavy had been tossed. Your gaze was blank as you looked off into the direction of the sound, only for that look to be replaced with one of pure fear when you saw the glint of metal in the sun before the knife darted just out of a reach of your face, leaving a light trail of blood to flow down your cheek.
All breath hitched in your throat. “What the hell was that!” Was all you could think before you quickly went for the knife, pulling it out of the side of your house where it had pinned itself before quickly shoving the blade into your back pocket to ensure whoever had thrown it wasn't getting it back anytime soon.
As soon as the blade was safely in your pocket you heard a wicked laugh before the bushes shifted slightly and everything fell quiet. Almost an eerie quiet if it hadn't been for the kindn
A Friend- Slenderman X Reader (Request)The autumn leaves crunch under your feet as you walk through the woods behind your new house. You had just moved to a new place, and the first thing you did was scope the area. To your excitement, you found a vast forest behind the house. You decided to wander through it. It was so peaceful, just hearing the evening wind rustle the leaves made you smile slightly. You started humming, but no one was around, so you just started singing.More Like This
“I saw a ghost on the stairs,
And sheets on the tables and chairs,
The silverware swam with the sharks in the sink,
I don’t know what to think…”
The lyrics made no sense, but the song was so calm, it fit the moment perfectly. You stopped at a tree, sitting down in front of it and closing your eyes.
“I’ve been longing for,
Daisies to push through the floor!
And I wish plant life would grow all around me,
So I won’t feel dead anymore…
So I won’t feel dead anymore!”
2p!F.A.C.E. x child!reader- She's...alright(ch.8)Once everything and the man were situated, you had your bat over your shoulder as you stood in front of the man, waiting for him to wake up. "I actually wanna see this", Toni admitted.More Like This
You tapped the man's knee with your bat. "Sir...Wake up, please"
"Tell you what kid, I'll help you" Toni pats the top of your head twice. You swat at his hand.
"Don't touch my hair. I can wake him up"
"You're doing a shitty job with it"
"Shut up!" You made your way into the man's lap. You put your bat down to use both of your hands to remove the pillow case from his face. You looked at him for awhile then tap his cheek. "Sir...Sir" His head began switching from side to side. "Oh! Are you up?"
His eyes fluttered open. He looked around then noticed you. "...T-the fuck?"
"No bad words please. First, good afternoon!"
"Where the hell am I?!"
"I said no bad words!"
He saw all the other's sitting around, watching in amusement as you started setting down rules. "Why the fuck is there a kid on top of me?!"
Canada x Reader InvisibleYour povMore Like This
I walked through the hallway. Everyone saw me... or not completely me. What they saw is what I have done to get them to see me. My hair are not usually (a hair color that is not your real one), I used to not have scars on my arms and I used to not see my ribs. Though I still feel invisible.
I take these pills to make me thin
I dye my hair, and cut my skin
I try everything, to make them see me
But all they see, is someone that's not me
Why do I feel invisible? Whatever I do, I feel invisible. Before I did this to myself, so it was only one person who ever saw me. Matthew... he was like me. No one saw him. Though now he is not here and support me. Why did he leave me. This began after he moved.
Even when I'm walking on a wire
Even when I set myself on fire
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
Everyday I try to look my best
Even though inside I'm such a mess
Why do I always feel invisible, invisible
I walked slowly to my last lesson. All went in, they might see me. But there
2p!AmericaxInnocent!Reader Innocence2p!AmericaxInnocent!ReaderMore Like This
Two 2p!America series?! What madness is this?!
Reader-chan is allergic to sulphite in this story. Link for more information down below!
This is Al, ok? Expect swearing.
You waited outside the pub, trying not to breathe in the noxious cigarette smoke wafting out from the small booths.
You knew waiting outside the pub was idiotic, but it was like an addiction. No, you weren't addicted to the second-hand smoke, you were waiting for your father. You knew it was pointless, because he had passed away a few days ago, but you just couldn't accept his passing. So you drove up to the pub everyday and waited outside.
Many men walked past and offered to buy you a drink, but you politely declined. It's not like you could have a drink, even if you wanted to - you were allergic to sulfite, which made you allergic to many things, beer and wine being only two of them.
You heard Allistor call your name, and stepped in, seeing many familiar faces nod or raise their eyebrows in
America x Reader- Zombie WarsAmerica x Reader – Zombie WarsMore Like This
You were sitting on the floor, laying on your stomach and having a totally normal day. “DIE YOU FUCKING ZOMBIE! DIE OR I’LL MAKE YOU EAT ENGLAND’S COOKING!” You shouted
So your normal day was playing video games all day and then watching movie marathons in till the next day. But not without your very best friend. Your parents never cared anymore when he stayed over all night since you proved you weren’t doing anything wrong. You proved it by staying up all night with him and both of you screamed at your video games all night so your parents could hear you very clearly. They were never going to go through another day of that so they approved him coming over.
“(Name)! Open the damn door dude!!! Come on I wanna play too!!! (Name)!!” Your best friend screamed from the other side of your front door.
You groaned and paused your game and rushed to the front door. “Hey Hero!” You smiled as you opened the
Romano x Reader - The Death Note CosplayWarning: Contains very strong language from the mouth of Romano.More Like This
"Who the hell could that be?" Lovino crudely got up from his spot and walked all the way to the door. He looked through the peep hole, and saw a man in a uniform with an envelope in his hands. He unlocked the door and opened it. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" Lovino stared at the man in the uniform uncomfortably.
The man looked like he was about to run away and just leave the package there. Lovino's face intimidated the man holding the package. His narrowed eyes and that frown terrified him. He barely spoke out what he wanted to say. "Uh…package for-"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY, BASTARD?! I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU!" Lovino shouted loudly enough for the whole neighborhood to hear it. The man in the uniform cringed and covered his face like he was being attacked by a bear or something.
"Uh, package for Miss _______…" The man said a little bit louder, while tryi
Drunk!Japan x ReaderSilence was a comforting thing for you. In most cases you would much rather spend your time in a noiseless room reading a book or thinking to yourself than stick around somewhere surrounded by constant chatter. Nighttime was perfect for these times too, as you could have either one.More Like This
You let out an quiet sigh, moving your fingers up to grasp the corner of the book in your hands and turn over the page. The chapter ended shortly, on a cliffhanger at that. You frowned at the annoying sentence that compelled you to read on.
I told myself this would be the last chapter... Your thoughts reminded you. It was so tempting though...
Your head shot up at the sound of your front door being opened without a single knock at the door first. Forgetting about the book instantly, you pushed yourself up on the couch into a seating position in order to get a view of the door.
Someone was there, though the shadows in the room prevented you from knowing who. It sounded as though they were taking their
JapanxReader: The First KissWater trickled around your feet in the river as it flowed past, the wind in the air helping it along and swaying the leaves of the trees in the forest surrounding you. Despite all the beautiful nature around you, you had your eyes set only on the gorgeous boy sitting beside you enjoying it with you. Kiku Honda, your boyfriend for the past few months, had wanted to spend some time with you today for no particular reason, which of course you took up on. Unlike him, you had a goal set in mind.More Like This
Today was going to be your first kiss with him.
You've longed to have it for nearly the entire time you'd been dating him, and he had even lightly hinted at wanting to as well. The setting was perfect too. All alone, in the forest, surrounded by nature. It was like fate was willing you to make the move today, right at this very moment.
"Kiku..." You whispered, distracting him from his trance in the forest. He turned to you, eyes slightly widened in curiosity. Without saying a word, you moved closer
Counting The MonthsMore Like This
Counting the Months
(Iceland x Reader)
(I suggest listening to ‘Tranquillezza for string’ from OHSHC or Ouran High School Host Club If you want the full effect.)
One-shot! Entry for Wildheart63’s “Darlian contest” and Roro0098's "Nordic Contest"
“I’m sorry but I think we should break up.”
“I’m sorry but things just aren’t working out.”
“I’m sorry but you just don’t interest me anymore.”
Even though I do this on a weekly basis you would expect me to know how to ignore it. If you think that you would be wrong. I try and ignore the pang in my heart telling me to apologize but I just cant do that. The apology behind the words ‘I’m sorry’ had empty meaning, I really just don’t care.
I’d be lying to myself; the girls I walk away from don’t mean anything to me. They’re more like Advil?
Do you know your partner KISS GAME ~ GreecexReader Over the course of several months, your friend (friends name) had been to over twenty parties. And you, had been to none.More Like This
Every time you were invited, you got nervous and turned it off.
You could handle the party, maybe you were actually a party girl inside, but there was only one reason why you never went to any party.
No, you didn't hate him, it was actually the opposite. You adored him. But ever since you realized your feelings, you were worried he would break your heart like the others did. So your best chance was to avoid him, or just not go to any party he did.
It wasn't until you got a message from your friend about her birthday party, when you knew you had to go. Even if he was there or not, he couldn't come between you and your friend. So, you went. And now, your standing alone.
Your friend is being blindfolded and taked into a closet with her ex-boyfriend. Everyone wants them to get back together, but you didn't want to be part of it.
PrussiaxReaderxGermany~ Well this is Different...If you were to say being a closet with two sexy good looking German brothers was weird...than maybe you have no idea what the real meaning of weird is.More Like This
Because in this situation, it wasn't weird. It was well....emberassing. And frusterating. Especially since they were arguing. Over you. And kissing. You.
And technically...you had both of them.
SO how did you get here? Let's go back a few hours....
It wasn't a normal night for you, since you didn't generally go out to parties with Francis. Yes, Francis. He invited you to Lugwig and Gilbert's party a few hours before it started, so you hurried your buns to prepare look your best. Not for Francis, but for Ludwig. It was true, you were harbouring some feelings for him...well..maybe a little more than some. The only reason you were excited (and even wanted to go) was to see him, and Gilbert. You were in love with Gilbert first, but when you found out he was going out with a girl named Elizabeta, well, what co
RomanoXReaderX2P!Italy: MINE (Not ours!) FOURMore Like This
RomanoXReaderX2P!Italy: MINE (Not Ours!)
Reminder: Feliciano and Lovino are the 2P!ItalyBros! Oh, and Seborga was recently given the human name of Romeo, but i'm not sure if it's canon. So, even if he is just mentioned, Romeo will be the name for 2p!Seborga/Sebastian.
: Lovino's POV
“I really really have a bad feeling with your plan, Lovi.” ______ complained yet again! Geez, women are hard to convince.
“Let me tell you one more time, Missy.” I sighed, pointing my pointer finger in the air while facing the two, ____ and Veneziano. “None of us remembers what happened 5 years ago so we cannot provide proof, I’m not going to pay for a lawyer because the only one who even dares to look at my cases is Feliciano's friend Lutz, who I don't mind but he's rather over dramatic, doesn't care about poo, and would really rather fuck an atomic bomb then have anything to do with my problems.”
RomanoXReader: My Wonderful ExRomanoXReader: My Wonderful ExMore Like This
Most people frown upon that word. Well, when it's not used as “Example”. I mean, when someone is referring to another person. “Oh, there is my Ex.” Ex boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, etc. They normally think or know that that person you call out to be your Ex is your Ex because of problems with a marriage or couple. Most think “Maybe she/he is a cheater” or “Maybe he/she is a horrible, unlikable, monster.”. They assume the Ex is an Ex because of unlikable traits.
But that is not the case here.
You have an Ex Husband. Your Ex husband, to most people, is mean and selfish and rather unlikable. However, you loved every bit of that and nothing he said would make you mad. He was perfect to you. The reason he is your Ex is NOT because of relationship problems or someone cheating or all that BS.
It is simply because neither of you could afford the bills and work it took to s
RomanoXReaderX2P!Italy: MINE (Not ours!) THREEMore Like This
RomanoXReaderX2P!Italy: MINE (Not Ours!)
Reminder: I don't use Luciano and Flavio as names for the 2P!ItalyBrothers. Thank you for listening! Here is the next chapter!
: Feliciano's POV
I can't believe it.
I was caught.
To make matters worse, I didn't get to kill that bastard Romano, but I was able to leave a few cuts on his arms and face. Oh, and while spending the night in the jail, we were placed in two separate jail cells, both right across from each other. These people have quite the guts to do such a thing, knowing that all I can do is glare at Romano, just as he glares back at me. They took my knife and anything that looked like it was dangerous or could get me out of here.
That whole night neither of us fell asleep. I was far to angry and I think Romano was just scared I’d kill him somehow. I wish I fucking could. Every once in a while we would spit insults at each other, maybe even shout and yell. I know t
AmericaxReader How much I hate you -Part 1?-More Like This
Pardon me, but some quick notes:
Italicization is your thoughts.
AmericaxReader How much I hate you -Part 1?-
Alfred F. Jones
That damn name and the kid himself. He is annoying and rambunctious, and urgh. Every single thing about him, you hated. His sandy blonde hair with the small ahoge sticking out making him look like a cute dork, his overly beautiful ocean blue eyes, and everything. You were surprised one day when you found yourself looking at the mirror, thinking about three words you feared everyday of saying.
No, it can't be...
You kept saying that but the cheesy words kept popping up and down, including the variety of images of the kid himself. You bit the inside of your cheeks and threw water at your face. Nothing. You glance up at yourself again, seeing how
KingRussiaXreader Roses or Sunflowers chapter 3More Like This
"I was just wondering..." The boy said leaning forward. (Name) grabbed the spoon next to him and bashed it on his head. This part, Hilda did not see.
"Da Hilda?" The King asked looking up from his paperwork.
"Your Majesty...I think there is something you should know"
"What is is Hilda" King Ivan sighted. For some reason, Hilda had been annoying him more than usual for the past few days.
"Sir it's about...(Name)" Hilda said uncomfortably. The King looked up sharply at that.
"What about her?" he asked
"She's been seen by this person...with a soldier..." Hilda said, not adding the fact that 'this person' was in fact her in which case the King might have hesitated slightly on believing her since he knew that she was not exactly friends with (Name). The Kings eyes darkened
"Where are they" he asked stoni
Bullied!RussiaxReader: To Save You Ch1More Like This
“What a pathetic loser!”
You let out a sharp cry as the attacker’s fist came in contact with your face, falling onto the floor from the impact. You immediately clutched your cheek, tears pouring down your face.
“Look at her cry!” They laughed. “She’s so weak!”
You whimpered in response. Getting on your feet, you ran as fast as you could. All you could think about is how much you wanted to get away from them.
You came to a stop when you saw a giant willow tree. It was the place you called your “comfort hideout.” You ran under the tree and collapsed, legs exhausted from the sprint. Hands covered your eyes and you sat there on your knees, sobbing.
Why were they so mean to you? Why did they hurt you the way they did? You hated it. You wanted it to end.
“Why are you crying?” A voice said.
You removed your hands from your eyes; looking up to worried, purple eyes that belonged to a boy that was six or seven, somewhere
Psychiatric Ward 2P EnglandxReader Day 1When your folks left, slowly your tears dried and you became more comfortable. The group gave you a very warm welcome and treated you well. You figured that with you being the baby of the group, their protective parental instincts kicked in. This was supported by the fact that all but one of them were parents.More Like This
There was Celia, who was the queen bee. But not because she was a bitch or anything. No, quite the opposite. She had a very warm and loving personality that just attracted others to her. She was also fucking hilarious. In fact, she was the one who did the most of cheering you up. You guessed she wasn't as old as she looked; by the missing teeth, you figured she was a smoker, and that tended to age people. When you found out she was here to get away from her abusive husband, however, you felt pretty guilty.
There was Deb, who struck you as a little bit senile (and I do mean a little), but she was a kind soul. She was also pretty hilarious. You felt lucky to be in such a fun group.
Psychiatric Ward 2P!EnglandxReader ProlougeThis is, without a doubt, one of the most terrifying days of your life.More Like This
Scratch that. It's the most terrifying day of your life.
You look at the admission papers the doctor has filled out to the best of his ability, the only thing missing being your signature. You look at the line stating your reason for admission : Major Depression.
Major Depression? You think. I don't have depression! I'm just going through a lot, that's all! Plenty of people would be down after going through what I have.
Lately it seemed you just suffered one blow after another. First, your asshole of an ex-boyfriend, the one you'd been with for almost a year, left you, and when you tried to be friends like you two agreed on, he acted very cold and distant. What the hell was he mad for? He left you!
Within days of losing your boyfriend, you found your stepmother whom you loved very much (Yes, it's possible to get along with step parents) had cancer. She had it before and while s
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"Its alright (Name) he didn't deserve you!" your best friend Elizaveta kept repeating, she held you tightly as you continued to cry your heart out.
Your fiancee, Alfred had broken off the marriage and ran off with another girl a few weeks ago. The worst part was he texted you that he didn't love you and was leaving you for another woman. You called Elizaveta and of course she came running over to comfort you.
"B-but" you couldn't even form a sentance without beguining to cry again.
"He is a jackass" you turned you head slightly to see Natalia standing there with that evil glint in her eyes.
"He does not derserve the air he breathes" she glared out the frosted window, if looks could kill the human race would be extinct.
"How did you get in here?" Elizaveta asked as you sobs turned into sniffles.
"The door was open and I heard crying while chasing Big brother. You had never chased big brother so you are my friend" She put a hand on your shoulder
Seven minutes in Heaven-America"So who'd ya get?" Alfred asked. You stared at the glasses you held in your hand.More Like This
"I got you..." You said, looking up at the american. You had to admit, he looked better without his glasses on. He was wearing a black, skin tight shirt and navy skinny jeans with cowboy boots which made you smile. He looked at you in surprise.
"Oh...Cool! You get time with the hero!!" Alfred yelled. He seemed to have gotten over his sudden shock, but you still hadn't.
"Y-Yeah...Cool." You muttered as you watched your feet leave the ground, before realising Alfred was actually carrying you to the closet. This made you blush.
"I can walk you know!" You said just as you got to the closet. Before you knew it, it was pitch black and you were almost face to face with the 'hero'. He smelt strongly of coffee and Linx. You usually hated the smell of Linx, boys would spray half a can on each time, but Alfred seemed to have sprayed the perfect amount on, and it was the chocolate one too. That made him smell even be
Seven Minutes in Heaven-2P! RussiaYou weren't even quite sure how that managed to fit in such a small plastic bag. You held in your hands what looked like a forcet pipe. You immediatly guessed Russia, but his turn had already been taken. But he was the only country you could think of that would own such a thing. A heavy hand on your shoulder made you jolt a little. Whoevers it was, it was large and cold. Even through the gloves they were wearing. You turned round and had to crane your head up a fair way to see who it was.More Like This
He had light brown hair, in a similar fashion to his counterparts, and scarily bright scarlet eyes. The skin underneath them was grey from lack of sleep and the man held a frown on his face. A lit ciggarette was held in his mouth by his teeth, which were startlingly white for someone like him.
He wore a black trench coat with a scarlet lining, as if to match his eyes. Matching black combat trousers and doc martins just defined his appearance even more.Black leather gloves covered his hands. He wore an
Seven minutes in heaven-Russia~More Like This
A little sexual...Don't like, don't read!
"_-_______ got Ivan..." Alfred tailed off, giving you a sympathetic look. You held a sunflower petal in your hand, it looked freshly picked and still smelled of the flower. You watched Alfred step back a little as you heard him approaching. You turned round and smiled at the purple eyed man, your (e/c) eyes gleaming just as much. Even though he scared everyone witless, you kind of liked him. He was incredibly tall and you loved his child-like smile.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as he pulled you gently by the wrist to the closet, no-one being brave enough to walk you there. You saw the looks you were getting from the other countries and it was as if they all knew you were dead.
The door closed behind you and you looked up at Ivan. You saw him staring at you, but it wasn't scary at all.
"You didn't want to pick me did you?" He asked, bending down to your height. He took up a lot of the closet, purely with his height.
"A-Actually I don
Types (2p!ACE x Shy!Reader)"Dude, how did you even manage to snag someone as dangerous and sexy as Ann?"More Like This
_______'s hand stopped mid chop as she heard her boyfriend, Al, in the next room talk about her best friend. It wasn't unusual for him to talk about other women, it was just a habit. She'd known about it since they had met through her friend Ivan back in high school. It'd bothered her then but she'd never say anything about it for it wasn't her place. They weren't dating back then and she could never keep a sentenced formed in his presence. Actually, not really with many people but her family.
Until now, she'd never felt as jealous and pathetic as she did now. Sure ________ wasn't the bravest girl ever but she could kill a spider if she needed to, something to which she felt proud about since most girls didn't seem to be able to. It wasn't the first time someone had ever compared her and Ann together nor would it probably be the last.
"She's not an object Alfred and I just did. She loves my
Jake x Reader - Running the MileMore Like This
You were a good kid. You were on the honor roll, the teachers loved you, you took part in several different clubs, and you were even the Vice President of the Student Council.
But who had beat you out for President?
Jake English was your best friend in the entire universe. He had always been a great friend to you and you had always acted back the same. Of course, all friends have a bit of a rivalry - it’s practically part of nature, but your rivalry with Jake... it was serious business. The two of you tried to beat each other out in every thing. Becoming President of Student Council was just one of the few competitions you had made with him. You fought about who could get the highest grade point average, who could read the most books throughout the school year, who could complete their homework the fastest... anything to try and beat each other.
It was just a normal school day. You were heading for you 3rd period class, which was gym.You headed into the locker room
Loads of Trouble - JohnxReaderxDaveMore Like This
You sighed as you walked down the streets past the multitudes of coffee shops and clothing boutiques. Jade and Rose had just texted you apologizing that they couldn’t make it to the meet up with you. You hoped that finally all five of you guys could at least have one day where you all hung out, but that seemed impossible nowadays. You put away you phone and continued to walk to the park where it was said you guys would meet up. You turned the corner only to see two familiar figures. One was clad in blue and the other in red. They seemed to be in a fist fight and attracting a whole lot of attention.
Your eyes widened and you ran over to them, nudging past the dense pact of bodies circling around the boys. You finally arrived to the middle where both of the boys were immersed in their fight. “John! Dave! Stop it you two!” You shouted dodging the punches from both boys.
“I am so gonna kill you Strider!” John yelled drawing back his arm, about to punch Dave.
2P!Canadaxreader- an old friend“Isn’t the view from here lovely.” You said to whoever was behind you, for about half an hour you had been sitting over this cliff, the cliff you had found after walking around in the forest for quite a while.More Like This
“How did you know I was here?” A familiar voice asked, his harsh tone brought back memories.
“I heard you, look down, you stepped in some leaves.” Sighing you pointed out his error “Anyway what brings you here?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” You could tell he was scowling, he always scowled when he talked to you. Usually his expression was plain, bored. But when you were around it was almost as if he instantly stopped not giving a shit and became annoyed. Annoyed with you.
“Maybe you should…” Bringing your cheap binoculars closer to your eyes you spoke, the way you said things like that… asked such empty questions, annoyed him. Which for some reason amused you. “But I
Levi x Reader :All But You: Chapter - 1 COM “Levi, what are you doing?”More Like This
“What? Why? Where are you going?”
“I’m joining the army.”
“What? No you’re not, you’re joking!”
“Paulo said he’d take care of you as long as you worked in the bar; so be nice to him.”
Free! Iwatobi Swim Club: Implied Makoto x ReaderFree! Iwatobi Swim Club: Why? (Implied Makoto x Reader)More Like This
Here's a small key in case you've never read a Reader Insert:
__(y/n)__ - Your Name
__(e/c)__ - Your Eye Color
"Yeah, I mean, who does she think she is? Hanging out with those swim club guys. She should just get lost. I mean, where did she come from anyway?"
__(y/n)__ kept still & quiet as she listened to the two girls' conversation. "I should just ignore them, they're mean to everyone, they don't actually mean it....," she tried to reason with herself. However, it wasn't working. She felt horrible. Why was she here? Everyone hated her, obviously. She should just leave.
__(y/n)__'s gaze cast over the newcomer & away from the ground. She quickly glanced over her shoulder to see that the two girls were gone.
Makoto's brow furrowed. "Is something wrong?"
__(y/n)__ took in a deep breath as she faced him again, smiling. "No, nothing's wrong! I'm fine. Hey, I'm gonna head home today; I have a lotta hom
Be Selfish, Please. Reader x Makoto TachibanaMore Like This
He wasn't one to be spontaneous or do things out of a mild whim. No, that was her job, it was his to calm her down from her explosive decision-making and make her think out her actions before she sped head-long into them.
[Name] would give him one of her one-thousand watt smiles, though, and he would be putty in her hands. She would shed a single tear and his fingers were there to catch it before it dissipated upon the cement. She would laugh, and he would laugh along with her. She would want him to come over in the middle of the night because she needed him at that very moment to assist her with recovering from a bad dream, he'd sprint to her door-step in ten minutes flat.
Makoto was perfect, absolutely perfect. [Name] wished, sometimes, he would do something selfish, for once. Something that wasn't for the convenience of other people, something that he liked to do. When she confronted him about this, he would smile gently at her, take her hand in his, and say:
"I like doing whatev
[1/2] The Piece of Me. Reader x Makoto TachibanaMore Like This
It was almost impossible to convey to the 17 year old boy her feelings towards him without him misunderstanding. The phrase she finally got the courage to mutter to him, 'I like you', had took on a different meaning in his own mind - meaning only a sort of 'like' as a friend. 'You're a good friend', 'I'm glad we're friends', or 'I'm happy you're my friend' were probably accurate synonyms for Makoto's definition of 'I like you'.
The first time she confessed, he just smiled at her and pat her [h/c] hair. He accepted her feelings of friendship with a big heart and a ruffling of her hair. [Name] thought he felt the same and reached for his hand to lace her fingers with hers; Makoto glanced down at her, brows drawn in confusion as she grasped his hand.
"[Name]? What are you doing?"
"You...said you liked me, too...so, I thought that..."
"I do like you. You're a really good friend!"
There was a heartbreaking warmth in his tone that made [Name] cringe her hand away.
Dirty Little Secret [Rivaille/Levi x Reader]Why do you like cleaning so much?"More Like This
The man glanced up at you with a feather duster on his hand. You smiled at him while leaning your weight to his desk.
" I have no duty to tell you that."
He groaned and continued to do his dusting.
You pulled your weight to sit on the desk of his causing some of his pens fell off from it usual place.
He stopped his work and slowly turned to you with an angry glare.
"May I ask you what are you doing here in my office? Aren't you supposed to be doing your chores with the other cadets?"
You smiled cheekily. " I got tired and I suddenly want to visit you. "
He sighed and murmured. " if only you don't have to keep that as a secret, I would be giving you a punishment for skipping your chores."
You cupped your face and looked at him innocently.
"Keeping what as a secret? Oh!! I remember.. That you were reading a pornographic...."
He quickly stepped in front of you and covered your mouth.
"First!!! I wasn't.. I confiscated it from one of the cadets!"
Attack on Cravat! (Rivaille x Reader)It was a simple dare contest. You and some of the other cadets from the 104th trainees squad were sitting, enjoying lunch at the recon team HQ when suddenly, someone suggested a simple game of truth or dare. Everyone agreed, the day having been long and mundane. They needed something interesting to do.More Like This
It started with Sasha, having refused the question asked to her, she was forced to lick a suspicious looking mushroom somone had found nearby. Christa was next. Someone asked her what her most embarrassing moment was, to which she replied, blushing horribly: "Wetting my bed the first night of trainee camp." The whole table laughed at that.
Eren, who had slipped away from his assigned group was asked who at the table would he marry if forced to. Eren blushed and hung his head, pointing ever so slowly at Mikasa, who seemed genuinely surprised. Eren tried to explain himself, claiming that because they were friends, it would be alright, but this only resulted in Mikasa decking the poor
Clumsy you! [Rivaille/Levi X Reader]"You again?!?!"More Like This
"IM SO SORRY! SIR!!"
You quickly gave a 90 degree now toward the Lance Corporal Rivaille. You didn't mean to be in his office and be scold by him again, but your clumsiness just handed you over to him.
He stood up from his chair and read the complaint letters about you.
He sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you to watch your steps or even your small actions?"
You stood up straight and started to count in your mind.
"Around 527, sir." You smiled.
You flinched as he slammed the letters on his desk."I told you that many times, how can you always make the same freaking mistake?? IDIOT!"
You wanted to cry. "I'm so sorry..."
He slowly walked toward you. "This time, you accidentally knocked over 4 pots of soup and 6 baskets of bread. Not only that, you soaked the breads with water?"
"I was trying to clean the bread..."
"Don't you know bread will dissolve in water?!?!" He scolded again. "How clumsy and stupid are you?"
You kept apologizing and bowing toward him.
Bad Day Snuggles|MarcoxReaderMore Like This
Bad Day Snuggles
Marco Bodt was always there for you. It was so comforting to just have that tiny little voice in your head whenever you were having a shitty day that Marco was going to be there at the end, lifting your spirits.
Marco was always there, his arms extended and ready to envelope you in his warm embrace.
"Marco..." you murmured, rubbing the gauze over your wrist. Marco's attention from Jean was quickly subsided as he saw your frown. A concerned expression crossed his face.
He shared a knowing glance with Jean, and Jean nodded, hopping off Marco's bottom bunk bed. "Come here," Marco said, opening up his arms. You charged for him, burying your face in his chest and hugging his torso tightly.
"I cut myself again in training," you muttered. Marco laughed lightly. "You need to be more careful next time, (y/n)." he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.
Already, you felt more positive. A weak smile crossed your face as you looked up at Marco with your
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Daybreak came quickly and Natalia and Katyusha weren't any closer to finding you than they had been hours earlier. They were currently inspecting the crash site where Toris, Eduard, and Raivis had crashed.
"Hmm strange. No bodies.."Natalia grumbled.
"M-maybe they disintegrated in the fire. It's possible."Katyusha suggests. Natalia shrugged.
"Maybe. Or maybe they weren't in the car when it exploded."She says.
"Oh Please Natalia! Don't say such a ridiculous thing! You know if Ivan so much as thinks they're alive, he;ll be even more angry and I can't bare the thought of that."Katyusha pleas, placing a hand on her forehead. Natalia nodded and turned away from the wreckage.
"Yeah, lets go. Maybe she's around the Vargas residence."
"B-but we can't just barge in there. We'll be shot dead!"
"We're not. We're going to spy. Once we secure her location, we can leave the rest to Ivan."Natalia explains. Katyusha follows her sister closely.
"A-Alright..If you think that's a good idea." However, litt
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Mr.Braginski paced his office in an angry manor. He mumbled swears and curses in his native language, russian, while his two sisters watched him.
His oldest sister, Katyusha, watched with a worried look. Her hands were clasped together in front of her large breasts as she watched her younger brother pace. Mr.Braginski's younger sister, Natalia, however, watched him with a longing desire to please her older brother, though she knew that if she confessed her love again, he would surely reject her like many times before.
The three siblings were similar in looks. All had ash blonde hair and violet blue eyes. Though they were also very different. Natalia's hair was long, Katyusha's was short. Katyusha had big breasts while Natalia's were small. Natalia was very neurotic while Katyusha was kind and gentle always. But the thing the two sisters had in common most of all, was their love for their brother. Both would do anything to please him and keep him happy no matter what.