punk!EnglandxReader OneshotYou sat there, looking at the night sky. You loved the winter; snow will always come and pat you on the shoulder, not to mention the beautiful country sides. It was the best, your favourite time of year. You weren't doing anything in particular that night, so you thought you might as well go out and see the night in London.
However, as you do, you'd spotted this man down the corner. His hair was green, oddly enough, with his punkish clothing and earrings hanging off his ears. His scowl scared you, as you hurried back to your home, wanting to get away from this man.
Unfortunately, you couldn't. You'd accidentally bumped into him when he was walking the other way. You fell to the ground with a 'thud', and looked into his deep green eyes, that were rich in their colour. Up close, he was rather handsome, as you examined.
He sighed, "Love, you'd better watch were ya going, yeah?"
You blushed, "Y-yes, of course…"
Laughing, he'd helped you stand on your feet, sighing, "You lost?"
"Oh, no! I w
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Hey guys~~~! I got a lot of faves on the past chapters of this! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
"'Cause God it just feels so...It just feels so good." -Paramore
It's been 7 weeks since you'd started your quest to befriend Arthur and watch him until the day he was due to die. You had spent every moment with him, save for the few to bathe, sleep, and do things of the like. Although, there just so happened to be a big problem.
You'd fallen for Arthur.
You didn't know when it started, maybe when Arthur told you of the stories of his teenage years with a gleeful look in his eyes, or when you had walked outside the house one morning to see him tending to his rose garden, but every time Arthur made contact with you in any way, you felt a strange sensation.
It was a frightening, yet a very thrilling sensation. One that you were starting to get add
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'How did I get here?' you thought. You were at your ex boyfriend, Arthur's, concert. You had broken up with him around three months ago and started becoming, should I say, friends with benefits with his friend Alfred. Alfred treated you slightly different from how Arthur had treated you. Sure Arthur was a punk rocker, but he was also a gentleman and treated you with care like a delicate doll. When on the other hand, Alfred treated you like a best friend rather than a love interest. You were still friends with Arthur, even if it was awkward at times if he was around and Alfred had happened to kiss you on the cheek. Lately though, he was acting differently around you at school. You found it strange and tried to avoid him for a while, but, being his friend meant coming to his concerts to support him.
The Britt walked out on stage with his band. He was wearing a pair of red ripped skinny jeans, a graphic-t with the British flag on it, multiple chains and his favorite blue conver
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That was how you were known at school. Little did they know......
You smiled, humming along to your earphones. You listened to a wide variety of things, ranging from old rock music to K- and J-pop. At the moment though you were infatuated with punk music. In fact you liked it so much you'd even started to dress that way.
You really liked the dress-style, it looked cool and rather good on you. Only thing was, you had no idea what your friends' reaction would be. Or anyone's reaction for that matter. Especially.....
So you'd taken to wearing your new clothes whenever you came home. Parading about in them, you sang loudly to yourself, a cheeky smile adorning your face.
The clouds, plants and birds were your only audience at this point, you didn't think you'd ever seriously sing in front of anyone else. Or so you thought anyway.
Contrary to your beliefs someone was spying on you, well, rather listening to your singing. He himself was quite notoriously
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You sigh and walk over to your living room window. It was sunny in (Place), the total opposite of what you felt.
Exactly a week ago you had confronted your boyfriend, Alfred, on why he was spending so much time with some bimbo. He had then explained- er well, more like bragged that she was the love of his life and the two of you were done.
You laugh bitterly at that thought, that's the exact same way you two had become a couple. He dumped his previous girlfriend for you, saying the exact same thing. Well, once a player always a player.
You look over at the clock on the wall to see its 1:20pm. Your eyes widened and you dashed out your door, grabbing your keys, wallet, and phone.
"Why the hell did I lose track of time!" You yelled while dodging pedestrians, "If I'm late again Arthur will never forgive me!"
Arthur. That's someone who's always despised your Ex-boyfriend even though they're brothers. He even warned you about him, but you were to lovestruck to believe him.
Now that yo
Cry Punk!EnglandXReader REQUEST "(Name)," my father called to me from downstairs, "The foreign exchange student is here! Come downstairs and say hello." Hearing this, I hurry downstairs, not wanting our guest or my father to wait. In a flash, I'm at the front door, eager to greet the foreign exchange student from England.More Like This
"Hello," I said pleasantly, sticking my hand out for him to shake, "I'm (Name). What's your name?" I quickly do a once-over inspection of the boy. He had shaggy blonde hair, striking green eyes, and overly large eyebrows that looked surprisingly handsome on him. He was also wearing a union jack t-shirt, torn up, black skinny jeans, and combat boots. Looking closer, I also realized he had his ear pierced with a metallic stud; a big no-no in my father's opinion.
"My name is Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, love," he says, taking my hand. But instead of shaking it, he brings it to his face and brushes his lips against my knuckles. Cue a blush from me. He dresses like a
Punk England x ReaderThis was it, the big Battle of the Bands contest you'd been waiting for all week. You'd snuck out that night, not that you're uptight parents knew you were in a band anyway. They thought you were working on an band project. Close enough to the truth. You'd also managed to convince you're friends to enter your band, Hep Talia, in the Battle of the Bands.More Like This
"I don't know if I can do this," you confessed to your guitarist and one of your best friends Francis. He just gave a smooth smile and rested an arm on your shoulder.
"Of course you can!" he reassured.
"Besides," Added your other best friend and drummer Antonio, "He'll be here and listening tonight," I blushed at the thought of my crush, Arthur Kirkland, being here. You've had a crush on him ever since he transferred from England and sat next to you in you're math class a year ago. Even though you've never talked to him and he wasn't in class that much from ditching you still can barley speak around him. The only reason he was was becau
Punk!England x Reader Request- The Girl InsideYou sighed; another boring day of simple schoolwork. Well, simple for you at least, seeing as you were known all around school as the most serious student alive. Or at least that's the façade the other students believed.More Like This
You truthfully loved to have fun, but your parents had really put on the pressure about school. Thus you were forced to hide that one side of you that you secretly loved. That side included a girl that was quite the opposite from the strait A, quiet, and serious girl who had eventually also become a part of you. Yes. The other half of you was the side you'd been forced to suppress by your parents.
The girl inside you who was sarcastic, snappy, couldn't care less about school, and who loved to turn her music up full blast was the one your parents could never know about- or anyone else for that matter.
The only problem about this was that one guy who seemed to know who you really were on the inside. He'd even made some sly remarks about how he'd love to crack
Punk England x Reader - Package DealYou are adjusting the mike so it fits your height. You and your band, Hep Talia, are setting up to practice on the small stage of the empty club. No one is there, except for a few drunk stragglers, but you didn't expect anyone to be there, your band needs the practice anyway. Your mind has been wandering all afternoon though to your crush, Arthur Kirkland. He's an exchange student from England, and you can't seem to speak around him. Your comfortable around all the other guys, most of whom are your friends, but not around him, your mind goes blank and you start to get really nervous.More Like This
"You ready, chica?" Hep Talia's drummer and one of your best friends, Antonio asks, breaking you out of your daydream. You look back at your band mates, noticing something is missing. Matthew is ready by his bass, quiet as ever, and Antonio is by his drums, but no Francis.
"Where's Francis?" you ask. Your other best friend, and guitarist for Hep Talia, is usually on time. Antonio shrugs and your
Papa!SpainxLittle!ReaderxLittle!Romano Part OneYou were a little girl, walking around, you didn't really know where you were. You just woke up, and started walking around. It was night time, and it was pretty cloudy, it might start raining soon. And about ten minutes later, it did start raining, and you were only in a little dress. A few minutes later, you heard voices.More Like This
"Go faster idiot! The rain is cold!" A little boy said.
"I'm going as fast as I can Lovi!" Another voice said.
You looked over to where the voices were coming from, and seen a man carrying a little boy, they both had jackets on, but they didn't have an umbrellla.
The man was about to walk past you, but he looked over at you, "Why are you out here all alone?" He asked.
You looked up at him, "I don't know where I am..." You said.
Lovino looked at you, "What do you mean you don't know where you are?" He asked.
"I just don't know where I am.." You said.
The tall man picked you up, "I can bring you to my house, and we can find out where your parents are!" He smiled.
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Because, dear reader, you had a boyfriend.
A brown haired, green eyed, beautiful boyfriend.
When you confessed to him that afternoon, you expected him to deny you. Instead, he flashed a bright smile and gave you a hug.
I like you too, ______. Would you like to go out with me? he had said, making you inwardly squeal. Then he took your hand in his, and slid a bracelet on your wrist. Keep it. he whispered, giving you another hug before you reluctantly got into your car.
Now you wished he was here. Fast forward six hours, and you're sitting on your couch, no one to talk to. Frankly, you were a bit depressed. You had just gotten off the phone with your friend (Friend name). She had invited your other friends (friend 2) and (boy name) over to hang out. The c
Revenge with a shower (SpainXReader)You squelched up to Antonio’s front door. Should I...? You thought numbly, your fist already raised. You barely had time to shake your head and turn away when suddenly the door swung open. Antonio frowned, worried as to why you were so soaked.More Like This
“Hi!” You said, trying to sound cheerful, but the hoarseness of your voice told him more than enough. “Come in, I’ll get you some towels.”
He left you dripping in his hallway for a moment, bending down to free your wet feet. “Thanks.” You murmured as Antonio wrapped several towels around you.
He took your hand and led you into his warm living where you sat gratefully on his sofa. “What happened?” He demanded, sitting down next to you and gazing at you with those concerned green eyes of his.
“You know my boyfriend had quite the reputation of a player right?” He nodded, not liking where this was going. You laughed hollowly, snuggling into the warmth of the towels.
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It was Friday and you waited patiently for your Spanish boyfriend, Antonio. Ever since he confessed his huge love to you, every Friday he would come to your house to spend every single bit of his time with you. You two would watch movies, cook and other entertaining stuffs. You loved the dark haired guy very much and you woud go on a killing rampage if some girl would stole him, but of course that was just a joke that you used to show your love.
You heard a knock on the door and went over to open it. It was Antonio with a very happy grin on his face. The way he smiled brighted your days and melted your heart on the plate of heaven.
"Hello there, mi amor!~" he said and kissed you sweet and soft on the lips, making you blush a light pink.
"Hi there, Tony. I thought you wouldn't come." you said with a smirk. He made a dramatic gasp and got on one of his knees.
"I would never do such thing. Leave the love of my life all alone on a beautiful Friday night." then he kissed you on the back of
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"Hey, Antonio, can I ask you a question?" you said, looking up at your husband of three years. You were sitting on a couch with your head in his lap, watching television.
"Hm? Sure, __________! Ask away~!" he replied, flashing you his signature smile.
You let out a small giggle. He was adorable.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" he brushed a strand of (h/l) (h/c) hair away from your face, and stroked your cheek.
"Of course I do," he said, with a soothing tone in his voice.
"It went like this:"
You were sitting in a warm lodge style café, searching through your large (f/c) messenger bag.
"Ugh! Where did I put the apartment address ." You mumbled, as your eyebrows pulled together in concer
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(Insert colour) eyes wandered to the direction your friend, Belle, was pointing to. You stopped dead in your tracks at the scene that held out before you.
There stood your ten-month long boyfriend, Antonio Carriedo, who was also the new foreign exchange student. He wasn't alone, yet not accompanied by his two friends, Gilbert and Francis. Instead, he was trapped in between five giggling girls, begging him for his attention. It wasn't that much of a surprise though; he was new, gorgeous, had a delicious Spanish accent and to top it off, possessed a contagiously cheerful personality.
However a major flaw in that wonderful personality of his was his obliviousness. He didn't even notice how these 'friendly' girls were getting a bit too intimate, which bothered you gravely. One was located at his left, playfully hitting his shoulder and toned back, laughing in a high-pitch tone while drawing her body closer and closer to his. The other on his right was flirti
Spain x Reader: To Be"AAARGH! I can't do it!" you wailed, closing your binder with a forceful slam. The grinning taco you had doodled on the front leered at you from the desk.More Like This
"Eh~? What's the problem, chica?" your friend Antonio asked, slinking over to your desk with a wide, silly smile spread over his own face.
You scowled, sticking out your lower lip and letting your breath escape in a frustrated huff. "I'm so failing this exam," you grumbled. You shoved your binder towards him, causing it to fall off the desk and land on the floor.
"What're you having trouble with? I can help~" he said with a wink. You rolled your eyes, but blushed a little despite yourself. It was no secret that your best friend's flirtatious ways left you flustered, no matter how platonic you insisted your relationship was. It was simply his personality, and it certainly wasn't a habit of his to curtail his dominant traits in order to prevent awkwardness. In some ways, he could be the very definition of awkward- at least for you.
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You sucked in a breath, glancing around the empty room. Every surface was completely covered in paint, splashes of (f/c) covering the plain walls. The paint had made it seem much more like a home, a place of your own, somewhere for just you and your family. Sure, you were only just starting, but this place already felt familiar. You smiled slightly, placing a hand over your face to shelter it from the sunlight bursting through the large window. It was perfect here; everything you had ever dreamed about in a home.
You chuckled slightly, deciding to award yourself a break. You'd been working all morning, the warm temperatures only making it harder; the loose t-shirt you were wearing had stuck to your skin with sweat and your head was buzzing. Yep, you decided, definitely time for a break. You stood up, taking one last long look at the room- you couldn't bring yourself to call it a nursery yet- before tapping your fingers slightly on the doorframe and leaving to find your husband.
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England x Reader
You gazed lazily around the room you were in with heavy-lidded (e/c) eyes. A surprisingly bland boudoir for a punk. You would know. You leaped furtively from your bed to scavenge for your clothing.
“There it is,” you said, as you slinked across the room and shimmied into your plaid (f/c) jeans.
You glanced at Arthur, who seemed much too angelic in his state of unconsciousness.
“He’s not half bad…..” you mumbled, picking-up your black tube top and sliding it on. He had piercing emerald eyes, and a sexy mess of blond locks.
“It wouldn’t kill him to pluck his brows, though.”
“What a pity,” you concluded aloud while sliding open his bedroom window. You were about to begin your descent from the fourth floor of the oversized manor, but you wanted to get one last look at him.
In the loudest voic
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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
iNSaNiTYItaly 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.More Like This
"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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"Come on! Ragazza! If you don't hurry up we are going to be late for America's Party!" Romano screamed from downstairs as you were getting ready. Romano didn't really want to go but he could see you enjoyed seeing all the countries getting along for once and the only place that ever happened was at America's kick ass party's. So he said he would take you. Only after you asked and asked him to come.
"I'll be down in one minute Romano!" you yelled back. He could be so impatient sometimes so you thought up a way to mess with him. He never acted like he liked you but he would always chase guys away from you or keep them at a distance and would always say "_____, you only know how to attract scumbags." He was so damn confusing but now it was your turn to get back at him, if he thought you looked enough like a slut to attract that many scumbags (your own assumption of how he feels ; ) then you were going to really try your hardest to look the best you
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(Puppetmaster!England x Reader)
It was 10:59, and I was tired. The work can sometimes wipe you out. I head towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and put my pajamas on. After that I go into my room go head towards my bed. Before I knew it I heard giggling. I chose to ignore it, and let the darkness consume me.
I opened my eyes to see blackness. I could still see my bed, so I knew I wasn't blind. I get out to try to look for a way out. Suddenly a man appears. He has a black top hat, guarding is blonde hair while sly emerald eyes bore in my soul.
"Dearest (y/n), how I'm so happy you are here," he said.
"Who are you and where am I," I yelled back.
"They call me Arthur ,the puppet master, love, and you are in my realm," he announced.
My eyes widen before saying,"Take me home now."
The man "tsked" like if he was mocking me.
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England X Reader X Sebastian Michealis Our New Butler 1/2
"Were is Arthur? He has been gone for 2 hours, and we are meant to be leaving soon," You told your friend Eliza. You and your husband Arthur Kirkland are finally moving from your small Apartment and living in a huge mansion Just outside of London. Why? well you just one the lottery and it was allot of money so you brought the house that used to be owned by a family called the Phantomhives the house was the Phantomhive Manor.
Eliza was helping you pack things in to suitcases, boxes and putting them in the moving van/lorry. "Maybe he is Just got court up in traffic or something," Eliza said putting the box in the van. "He didn't drive Eliza," you told her. "OK maybe he got court up in people traffic instead," she said giggling at her own joke. "This is no time for joking around. I'm worried," You started panicking and walked into the flat.
Time skip Arthur's POV...
"I hate people traffic," I mumbled to my self
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Her pale and thin hand laid loosely in England's. Her breathing ragged and rasped, she slept in the hospital bed. England had pulled all possible strings and used all kinds of connections, now she had a room for herself and got more attention and better care, warmer sheets and softer pillows. But no one could do a thing against what ate her life up, ate her remaining time. He kept the sobs at bay, not wanting to wake her, though he longed to see her (e/c) eyes. But she needed the rest, so he simply put a flat and dull (h/c) strand of hair away from her sunken cheek, his hand shaking badly.
He still remembered her differently. He remembered times when her radiant (e/c) eyes would sparkle and glimmer with joy and her glossy (h/c) locks would move with her gracefully.
He choked back a sob and put his free hand above his mouth, his other one still grasping hers. It was kinda his fault, that she lay there – helpless, dying.
Before he could remember the exact happenings, the door slowl
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I walked around the house pacing back and forth. America was causing so much trouble for me, and it was going to cause little __ some issues too... I know Scotland wont watch her, neither with Ireland or Wales...damn. Last thing I wanted to do was bring her with to war. I sighed and walked down the hallway to __'s room. I heard her giggling as she stomped around the room. I knocked on the door gently then peeked my head in.
"Ma'dam, may I enter?"
She squealed in excitement, "Mmhm! Big brother, I was just playing hide and seek with Mr. Bon Bon!"
Ah, Mr. Bon Bon... that was her stuffed horse. Her first toy ever, and she never knew that the toy was originally mine...
Dammit, don't get caught up in thoughts right now!
"I'm sure you are having plenty fun, but we have to go for awhile, bring Mr. Bon Bon and some of your things, sweetheart..."
"But why? Oh! Are we gonna visit Alfred?!"
Reluctant Time Traveler England X Reader PrologueSometimes you didn't know if you liked your job or not. You where a maid for the human personification of America, but the job failed to really live up to expectations. When you had first applied for the job you had to jump through so many hoops just to qualify. You had to get a background check and you were interviewed by at least five times. At the time you didn't understand why you had to do all of this just to get a job to clean some guy's house.More Like This
You were about to give up on getting the job, but before you dropped out you got a message saying that you got the job. Soon after that your new employers dropped a bombshell on you by explaining that you would not be working for some rich government official like you thought you where you would be working for personification of America. After you promised to never reveal America’s true identity you went right to work. When you first started working there you where pretty excited. At the time you actually thought that you would actua
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You were walking down the halls of (School Name) with two of your best friends, Alfred and Liz. In your school you were on good ground with other people. Well, except with Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio. Otherwise known as the Bad Touch Trio. You thought the were womanizers who were known for having a bad reputation. While discussing (Insert topic here) the bell rang, you waved to your friends a quick goodbye and left for (Class Name).
While opening the door you saw your crush, Arthur Kirkland sitting by your desk. You and him were assigned as partners the first day of school. After getting to know him a little you took a liking to him, and his cute Tsundere personality. Though around him sometimes you were a mess. You took your chair next to him.
"Hi Artie." You said happily.
"Oh hello (Name)." He was busy working on the assignment your teacher gave on the board. Smirking to yourself you started to poke his cheek. He was becoming annoyed, though you wouldn't stop until he looked at you
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"Ugh, I hate history." you groaned yourself.
"What do you mean? You're an straight "A" student, even you got A's on history." Your best friend, Natasha said.
"I know but history makes me sleepy. I love all the subjects except THAT one." You said as you lay on the desk table at class.
You're an straight "A" high school student, Senior year, and 18 years old and ready for school to be over and graduate. You have a best friend named Natasha. You've been with her since elementary school and look out for each other like sisters. Your parents died of car accident last year and stayed at your parents house by yourself with help pay by your grandparents and with full time job with good pay. You work at doctor's assistant that your mother used to work before she died. You always loved school, every subjects and classmates, except history and lots of school boys who had crush on you.
When the class bell rings, the history is about to start.
"Alright class, this week's project is going
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It was a normal, cloudy day in your life and you were driving to meet Arthur in his house. He told you that he wanted to just chat for awhile, figuring that you didn't have anything to do you agreed. You knocked on his door and waited patiently.
"Oh hello love, come in." He said in his cute British accent.
"Hey Artie. So what do you wanna chat about?"
"Actually (Name) I have to tell you something." He said sounding serious.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Okay here it goes, (Name)...I l-love you..." Your eyes widened. No, you actually didn't like Arthur back. But hell, you didn't like anyone in that way. The silence in the room made Arthur get the idea. Suddenly his voice turned darker. "Well I guess I need to do plan B."
Arthur pounced on to you kissing you on your neck repeating "I love you." many times.
"ARTHUR STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"If I can't get you to say I love you I'll try different methods." He stated while he started to take off your clothes.
You quickly pushed him off with all of y
Unexpected (America X Reader X England)More Like This
Life has always been conflicting. Not everything was always black or white. There was always a grey area to everything.
Well…Life became a bit more complicated when she came along.
The two brothers developed a liking to this girl. One would argue to move on in order to save the brotherhood of the two brothers. They tried; however, their effort were jeopardized as she continued to seduce them into her love spell. The way she laughed and smiled was worth a thousand lifetimes. She was a friend, too good of a friend to lose to some pity feelings. But every time she was there it would only hurt to have the thought that she would only she see them as her best friends, as brothers. How much more would it hurt to see if she was with another? Especially if it was his brother. Life was not merciful to poor Arthur and Alfred. Two love-struck people eyeing the same prize.
Arthur thought of it like a Shakespearean tale.
Alfred thought life was just being a troll.
The rain kissed the ground w
.:PC:.A New School (PrussiaXReaderXEngland) Part 1More Like This
Welcome to my first official series! This is a point commission that has been paid for 10 parts! So there will be 10 and 10 ONLY Please don't spam my comments with ads, roleplay, etc. I would appreciate if those were used only for critique and praise.
I may hold a poll for how this story will end, or what happens next so stay tuned!
End Author's note
(Y/n) = Your name, (E/c) = Eye color, (H/c) = Hair color, (E/n) = Example name, (L/n) = Last name, (F/c) = Favorite color
You felt the familiar clash of water spraying and scattering on your (F/c) sneakers, which matched your (F/c) Shirt, with silky sleeves cut off at the elbows. You wore a thin hoodie, which was colored a dull grey, over that shirt. You also wore dark blue skinny jeans, which made it harder to walk, but it hadn't much concerned you.
You felt once again, the sloppy puddles of mud and grime caked on your sneakers. They were old th
Commission: RussiaxBookworm!Reader“Hey (Name), I see your back. Are the books you checked out that boring?” Asked the librarian.More Like This
“Nope! They were awesome!” (Name) responded setting a book of at least ten big books down on the desk.
“(Name), either you’re lying or, you’re lying and lying isn’t good.” The lady warned.
“I’m not! They were really good books; to be honest, Ms. Callison, I didn’t get that much sleep last night…” She replied looking away a bit embarrassed. “Anyways, did you get any new books in?”
Ms. Callison sighed. “Not since last week. You ne
AmericaXReader~ Cheesy Pick-Up LinesMore Like This
You smiled contently. You were leaning against a tall tree enjoying its shade, and reading your favorite book. It was lunch time at your high school and you were taking advantage of your alone time. You weren’t unsocial or anything, you just didn’t really like to be surrounded by people 24/7. You had a few friends and they understood your need for solitude at times.
“Excuse me,” a voice said in front of you.
Startled, you looked up. Standing before you was Alfred F. Jones. He was probably one of the loudest boys you had ever met. He was incredibly popular; a self-proclaimed hero who always wore a grin and looked like he had stepped out of a modeling magazine.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Did what hurt?” you asked, mildly irritated.
He gave a cheesy grin and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, you know, when you fell from heaven,” he smiled.
You blinked. He grinned. You blinked again. He was an idiot
Germany x Sick!Reader Part IIYou nodded into his chest. Everything was going to be alright.More Like This
When you awoke, it was in Germany’s arms. Under any other circumstances it would have brought a smile, and probably a blush, to your face, but you were waking for a different reason. You tore out of his arms with surprising force and made your way to the adjoining bathroom as quickly as you could manage. You tried as hard as you could to retch quietly, and when you saw the blood blooming in the water you thought you ought to wake him. Weakly you made your way to the doorway when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. Germany was still sound asleep. Taking care of you must have really tired him. Something possessed you to get to it and found your boss, drunk off his ass.
“Hey,” he slurred, “you weren’t at your home.”
You stared at him in disbelief. You knew what was behind this cloud of alcohol. Before you stood a cold and calculating man, concerned only with power and wealth.
Germany x Sick!ReaderYou lay back on your bed, feeling the effects of your country's depression taking their toll on you. Your economy was in shambles, your government was corrupt, your people were suffering, and it was all piling up to make you horribly ill.More Like This
But you were a part of the Axis now, and you were doing everything you could to stay strong for them. The depression you could deal with. You could brush it off and smile away the pain, to make your allies not worry about you. Now that you could barely move, you were worried. What if Germany, the unofficial leader of your little group, now saw you as useless and threw you out in the cold? You were determined to hide this from the others at all costs.
The comforter around you did nothing to ease your chills, and your house was drafty and falling to shreds due to your economic troubles. Then your phone rang out, and you rose to grab it, taking the comforter around your shoulders. After hitting the button, you coughed for a second and watched the blood s
England x Reader ~Minimalism at its Best~~Minimalism at its Best~More Like This
Two black circles on a white canvas. That's all they were, and that's all they were meant to be. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Well?" you said standing up and marveling at the avant garde abstract masterpiece that was yours. "What do you think?"
Your boyfriend, Arthur, snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
"I think it looks lovely, ____________," he said with a soft smile.
Unconvinced, you rolled your eyes. "Arthur, please, your judgement on art is as bad as your inability to tell the difference between your petrified couch stuffing of a scone to Francis' exquisite banana passionfruit soufflé."
"But I'm just as good as that frog when it comes to knowing the difference between two circles on a canvas and two lovely circles on a beautiful, talented lady," your English boyfriend purred.
You blinked, unmoved. "What? My eyes?"
Arthur frowned. "That wasn't really what I was going for, but sure."
"Good enough for me," you smiled and g
England x Chubby!Reader - Just the right size. Insecurities are what we all have and today, anyone can blow up someone's heart and confidence with just a mere phrase. We don't have perfect bodies at all and even when someone is truly beautiful, that person will have to pass through A LOT to consider themselves pretty. So, self-confidence is, nowadays, hanging on a cord.More Like This
That's what made this episode to happen. A few girls in school where feeling all up and mighty and started to point out everybody's imperfections but their owns, of course. That's when, sadly, you got blown up. Walking calmly inside the building just getting ready for your next period which consisted of literature, you bumped into those mean girls. "Fat!" they called you and laughed. Even though you were really attractive to a few boys of the school's population and you had a boyfriend, your self-stem and confidence were down below, deep down towards the depths of the centre of the universe.
For a week, you didn't ate and that made your boyfriend
EnglandXReader - The Pirate's Bride C5More Like This
He walked away from you, inside of the ship. If you didn’t figure out why he wanted you to remember so badly, then you were either (1) running away or (2) stupider then Alfred. He sighed. He still couldn’t believe that he actually kissed you. He was so in the moment and so hurt at the same time that you didn’t remember that he just did it on impulse.
He sighed and walked past his cabin and continued down the hall. He wanted to get lost. He wanted to get lost inside of his own ship. But that was impossible. He knew this ship like the back of his hand. He knew how to get everywhere, where everything was. He ran a hand through his hair. He was going to have to apologize to you. But, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it yet, not after he just kissed you and walked away.
He clenched his fists. No. He wasn’t going to apologize. He was just going to try harder to make you remember who he is to you. Once that task was completed, he would make good
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
Awake (Jack Frost X Reader)More Like This
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.
In My Dreams (0.1) [Demon!KurlozxReader]Purgatory was a land of darkness and illuminated outlines, showing the pure brightness of Heaven but also the pitch blackness of Hell. Souls that came and wondered this place didn't know others were there and often despaired in the silence of the land of loneliness.More Like This
But those were the dead, who were waiting for their sins to be burned away or for their human selfishness to carry them down to the burning inferno. The living never came to Purgatory.
That is, so a certain young, purple beast thought.
Then she came. She was whole, unlike all the other souls that came there; the human girl wasn't an outline of barren frame, no, she wore clothes and was filled in as himself or an angel.
Her [e/c] orbs weren't simply a blatant color, but contained a pupil and an sclera, too. And her [h/l/c] locks were detailed and moved, very unlike the hair (and sometimes lack of) of the deceased spirits already present.
She was just so - so real compared to the bland outlines of haggard, sinful men and wome
Define ''Irony'' [ReaderXDave] 2You’re really starting to wonder if that guy is really from this planet, because nothing human should piss off you this much. It’s been 10 days since Dave started and your back is currently facing him as you pretend to be busy cleaning the liquor shelves. It’s not until you hear the slamming of a door that you look up.More Like This
“Lord English,” you yell at the man currently walking by the bar towards his office, “Dave is sexually harassing me.”
“Deal with it,” your boss spits back at you with a sneer before continuing his walk through the empty club. Letting out a sigh of defeat you turn towards the annoying male.
“Whoa you weren't kidding he really does hate you,” he said watching the man slam the door to his office. When he turned back towards the bar there was a frown on your face.
“No he’s just mad that I won’t go out with him,” you say with tired eyes. Suddenly there is some type of alcohol being spit
Watchful (0.1) [Human!KankrixShapeShifter!Reader]He was weeping; crying, with large, glittering and transparent drops of salt sliding down his dark cheekbones from his bloody eyes and plinking softly onto the sheets (which were the color of dried blood).More Like This
The eight-year-old was so wound up in his own silent sorrow, he didn't notice his door creak open and another pair of large, innocent red eyes staring worriedly into the pitch black room.
The younger, fully albino of the El-Amin brothers clutched the frame of the door tightly in one hand, his five-year-old, almost white face heavily shadowed not only with black of the shade but also by worry and concern.
And tucked safely in his other arm was you.
[e/c] orbs stared at the upset Arabic boy, and your [h/c] ears flattened a tad bit, the body language of your [solid/tabby/patched] feline frame speaking great concern.
What had happened?
You already knew.
The older, slightly-albino brother - Khayri El-Amin - had been rejected again. Rejected and mocked by his whole class.
How did you know?
Sollux x Reader - Part OneMore Like This
[Name]: Be [Name]
That's a bit silly, because you're too busy being [Name] to be [Name]! You were bored. And obviously, when trolls are bored they stare at other trolls. Your gaze was fixed on the one-and-only self proclaimed leader of the meteor. Karkat seemed a bit irritated at the moment. But then again, isn't he always irritated? No matter, you think he's cute either way. Oh, did you say that? Yes, it seems you did in your mind at least. You suppose you should admit it for your Moirail, Sollux, but something always holds you back. Sighing, you continue to stare at your flushcrush, dreaming of him proposing a Matespritship to you like all those trolls do in the romcoms he watches.
[Name]: Be Sollux
You are now Sollux, sitting at one of two husktops in your temporary *cough*3years*cough* respite block. Currently, you were attempting to work on a code, but your mind is on someone else. You mean something else. Oh, who are you kidding? Your flushcrush
Canines and Claws (0.1) [Male!NepetaxFem!Reader]Everything had been going perfectly; oh so wonderfully perfect!More Like This
You'd fought tooth and nail to beat your older brothers - all eight of whom were only half-kin to you - into submission and claim your place as pre-Alpha, the next in line to inherit the pack, the Kingdom and all it's lands and prey. You had even gained scars, broken limbs and missing chunks of skin to do so, but you had managed and secured your future.
And then he stepped into the picture.
Even remembering your father's betrayal made you become a wrathful demon, chucking things around the room and lashing out at anyone and everyone who would show weakness - a flinch here or a whimper there and you were all over them.
How dare your dad do such a thing to you! How dare he ruin your ambitious and perfect future - and betroth you to an enemy leader at that!
Betroth you - his strong, only and capable daughter - to a cat - the very race that slew your mother (the true Alpha female) in cold-blooded hatred. The idea was un
School Queen!Reader x Chubby!Eridan Part 1At the entrance of the room stood Eridan Ampora,one of your classmates-and the victim of the most bitching and bullying caused by the bitches of the school. Any why?Because he were quite chubby,and not even in a you-don't-have-to-worry-size,but in aMore Like This
better-do-something-about-it-bitch-size. You didn't mind it,but for thge others it was reason to mock him. Maybe beacuse they didn't had anything better to do...or they simply lacked self esteem. However,the young man just stood there with a "dafuq-u-just-sai"-expression and stared in youe direction. You blushed out of embarassment and had a dry tongue.Because both,that he were looking at you and your incompetence to do anything. Your mind raced and than you got an idea. As your servants started their rampage you slowly hid behind Carry and crept your way under tables and chairs out of the mensa. You shot a quick look back and in the corner of your eye you caught that Eridan got hit right into the face followed by a sickening sound of break
Sora x Reader: You found me(AU-Request-)More Like This
*Note: You and Sora are about the age of 16, I hope you'll enjoy this! And Sorry for the long wait khfan12!*
I found god
On the corner of first and Amistad
Where the west was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I Said where you been, he said ask anything
Where were you?
When everything was falling apart
All my days were spent by the telephone
It never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of first and Amistad
You walked past the bustling streets of town, your hand holding tightly onto your cellphone. All hope of it ringing drifting farther away from your mind. You let out a sigh and looked up into the clear blue sky, wondering...just wondering...
Sora...wherever you are...Are you doing fine? Are you eating well? Do you...still love me? You bit down your lower lip and choked back the tears that had threatened to fall at the thought of the young teen. His sweet and comforting vo
Danger in the Woods - Sweden x ReaderMore Like This
Danger in the Woods
As much as you had been warned against it since childhood, the old dark trunks, writhing corridors of bracken and twisted roots of the old forest held your imagination. Every morning when you stepped out of the house to milk the cows and goats, the forest sat as a backdrop and seemed to lure you into watching its shadowy boarder. That had been increased even more by the arrival of a new village resident who spent his whole day out in the forest chopping wood and warding off the forest beasts… you assumed that part of course.
The man, called “Sweden” by others but named Berwald, was too quiet for everyone in your village to accept. They were used to the same old merchants from the other side of the lake and traditionally no newcomers had been seen in your home for twenty odd years. But this broad, blonde and silent sentinel had appeared one day and his lack of interest in the community had stirred up a lot of dangerous rumours. No