The Selection~EnglandxReaderWhy was I here again? Oh..right..it was Alfred's idea. After being together for long, it wasn't until nearly a month ago he got up and said to enter. It wasn't my intentions, but it most likely seemed to be his. Then a few nights ago, he went full out a said it was over, but said he didn't want it to. He went on about how 'He needed to be the hero' and 'hero's need to take care of others, not the other way around.' I didn't believe the whole 'hero' thing, but it still hurt a ton. Like I had just been slapped across the face. Finally, the day arrived. The Selection. The day a special group of eight girls, would compete for the heart of the wealthy prince Arthur. Like I said, it wasn't my intentions. I wanted to stay and marry Alfred..but nuh-uh. I sighed and rubbed my forehead of sweat as the announcer came onto the stage. After a barely night's sleep, I felt exausted. If only I could have stayed in bed and slept. And dreampt of Alfred. Wait. No more Alfred! This was silly, I needed to
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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
Kidnapped? (EnglandxReader - Lemon) ~Chapter 2~.........................................This pisses me off. Why didn't I save this! I lost what I typed.... Now I must rewrite it... T.TMore Like This
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?"
England x Blind!Sick!Reader - Rain - Final Arthur sat in his study, head rested on the desk. There was no hope. The doctor's couldn't help. He looked up at his tea cup blankly and stirred the spoon around. You were already in bed. Have been for a couple hours.More Like This
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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(f/n) felt the warm rays of sun hit her face. She cracked her eyes open but quickly closed
them because of the bright light. The environment was different this time. She was no
longer lying on that hard surface. Instead her body sunk into light soft cushions and there was a faint pleasant aroma drifting around her. (f/n) made an attempt to get out of bed, but a sharp pain cut though her head before she could do so. Despite the awful headache she managed to sit herself at the edge of the bed.
The room she was in had massive windows with light see-trough curtains and soft pink wallpaper decorating the walls. The floor was made out of some light wood. Oak? Or maybe birch? (f/n) wondered for a moment before her gaze flew towards the door.
The doorknob was turning slowly, quietly. The girl tensed up when a maid poked her head into the room. She curiously looked at her and quickly closed the door again. (f/n) was about to get up and chase after her but then she heard a quiet ‘click
England x Depressed!Reader - You Could Love Me You sighed for the… you couldn’t even think of a number high enough. Sniffling, you rolled over on your bed for the whoknowshowmany time, clutching a pillow to your chest. Your tired, red, (e/c) eyes stared bleakly at the wall in front of them, having run out of tears long before. Your thoughts wandered back to the reason why you were in this horrible seemingly never ending mess.More Like This
It all started with your lovesick depression. Yes, you were lovesick. You never had someone to cuddle with, someone to talk with, and someone to hold hands with, nope. The only person that you wanted to do those things with didn’t think of you that way.
And his name is Arthur Kirkland.
You and Arthur have been best friends since freshman year, and now you were both juniors. Or soon to be, anyways; it was summer at the moment.
Back to the reason why you are lying in bed
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If you are reading this, well, you are. Funny how life throws you obstacles, and yet you expect everything to work out. Well, I couldn’t dodge the obstacles anymore; I just had to give up. Now, it’s not any one’s own fault, it’s just everything over the centuries that I have liv-no, suffered. This old chap just couldn’t fight anymore, and I suppose it’s for the best in the end. France, frog-face, I’m sorry about Jeanne, I really am. I never wanted to make you suffer, but I did, and all I can ask is your forgiveness. Sealand, I hope you are not here to witness this, but if you are, I’m sorry I couldn’t be the big brother I was supposed to be. I know Sweden and Finland will do a better job of raising you then I ever could have, and I hope you grow to be strong and happy. Scotland, Wales, Ireland, I never ever hated you, even after you treat
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The birds chirped happily just outside the window of the kitchen as morning light streamed onto the tile floor. A gentle summer breeze brought with it the scent of afternoon rains as Caitlyn Jones busied herself with the usual household work. Occasionally, she would glance up at the service banner that hung in the window, smiling distantly.
America was off in Korea, following the orders of their boss. She was rather used to this sort of thing occurring. Her husband had fought in every war they were ever involved in, meaning she knew well enough by now what must be done to keep the people going while America was over-seas. She still had secondary power to America, but this was expected. If it was anything major, he would be contacted and removed from service temporarily to deal with the issue. She found that system worked rather well, as it gave her the opportunity to see her husband whenever he was called home.
There was a brisk knock at the door, followed by the usual yippings of her
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'Sequel to 'White Christmas' - Husband!England X Wife!Reader from 'All I want for Christmas' series'
'Up she goes,up,up,/I want to reach her,but it's hard/She's being like the best of me/She's reaching for eternity/I guess that's why I can't reach her/Because she's growing and I can't soar.'.
The female brushed her (h/c) hair with small movements,the action itself soothening her.Of course it was quite hard to hide such a thing - in a way,she felt egoistical to keep it just for herself and Arthur - but her major fear was how his family was to react.
Sighing inwardly,the female placed the hairbrush onto the small wooden table in front of the mirror,glacing once more at her reflection - she had grown unnecessarly tired and her belly proeminent,anouncing she had to speak up already.
Seeing his wife lost into her thoughts,the Brit enveloped her into a warm hug,placing his hand against her baby bump - small,but still there.
"I don't know how am I supposed to go
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A man was sitting on your chair in the morning, drinking a cup of tea from your expensive china, staring off into space. However, he did look over at you when you stepped towards the drawer that held the knives, his green eyes stopping you suddenly. He stood, his messy blond hair sticking on the ends and slightly bobbing as he moved, and his pale, pink lips turned into a hopeful…smile (or something like that). He took a step towards you, but you were frozen in place, your heart beating wildly inside your chest.
“I’ve finally found you,” he blurted, and your eyebrows furrowed at his English accent. Well, it sounded English. You didn’t know from where in England—or if it wasn’t New Zealand or something—but the point was that you seldom heard that accent in your suburban neighborhood. And you had never met this man anyway. Why was he looking for you, and why was he in your house? “My name is Arthur
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She was interrupted by the new man. “I’m going to the capital city this evening, I’ll need a servant or maid to accompany me, someone stubborn, proud and brave” The soldier started, his voice loud, definitely not a soldier… a commander probably… (Name) determined. King Ivan nodded
turning away from his eggs.
“Anyone in mind?” King Ivan asked looking up from the table. The commander glanced up and his eyes traveled to (Name). He smiled at her, and a frown passed the King's face.
"Yes, in fact, I do"
King Ivan's frown deepened.
“Oh you do?” the King’s voice was tight, as if he had already decided he didn’t like the answer. The commander, or whoever he was stood up and nodded,
“You did say I could choose anyone, that offer still stands, yes?” he said.
The King hesitated before giving a small nod “of course” he said smiling, thou
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This is part 2 (or 3 for those of you who caught the lemon) of probably 2(or 3) but you never know me! Anyway a link to 1 will be posted below. Please comment, favorite, ect. I love my comments and read every one of them.
~*~ ONE YEAR LATER ~*~
" Ve~ You have a little bambino wiggling around in your guts _____!" The Italian squealed jumping up and down as ______ was bent over a wooden bucket.
A year after Ludwig had rescued her from Helgen they had moved to Whiterun. The stern general had surprised her after their wedding with a new home. What once was a small burnt down home midway between a fort and the guard watch tower of Whiterun was now a cozy roomy home. While he worked at the nearby fort, Fort Greymoor, ______ tended to the chickens, cow, garden, and their two horses for when they traveled. He had given her a nice life but she often grew bored with it. So her and her friend Ysolda would often sneak out intro the nearby fields and hunt or just chat to
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(( Comment please! I love all my comments and read all of them even if I don't reply! NOTICE!: This is from the POV of Germany's man diary. ))
June 24, 2013.
I have received a letter from (Name), it has been so long since I last saw her as a child. She was coming to Germany in July and wanted to meet with me. Of course I accepted and even invited her to stay with me. I have mixed feelings of this visit though. When I think about her coming I feel so funny. My heart gets this odd pain and starts to throb... I can't explain it. In any case I look forward to seeing her once more. Who knows what she is like now? Is she anything like the little girl I knew so well. She was so tiny and sweet. 'Luddy' 'Prince' she had all kinds of names for me. I remember when we use to play like I was her Prince and she was my Princess. We were so silly and naive. I regret leaving to join the military when I was just old enough to. I still remember how long she sobbed in my teenage arms when
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~~Author's Note: I think I am beginning to like these Author's notes lol. I love the description before the actual description....sorry babbling again. Anyway, I love the psychopathic personality of England's flip self. Hope you enjoy and maybe share a little love with him too ~~~~
Normal. That was a word that was never used when you were around Oliver. You swore he was the most strangest and most eccentric man you had come to meet. Yet...he intrigued you more than any other personified country had.
The story of how you met Oliver was a long one. For simplicity's sake and to make the author's job easier, let's say you met him and the 2ps after a "Country Meeting". Of course there was usual kidnapping, hostage crisis, and rescue respectively. It took about a week before you were actually found; although by then you had already conversed and even befriended the 2ps. Most notably Oliver. They turned out to be a (mostly) misunderstood bunch that were ca
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He would happily tell anybody how some things react to certain events due to the reaction on chemicals. But the person that supports him the most was not his parents, or his teachers, or anyone else. It was you; his bestfriend.
Despite his high grades in Sciences, Oliver was terrible in history and you were always there for him. You would be the one to tutor him as he would tutor you in his field of specialization. You are average and mostly underestimated yourself in a lot of things. Oliver would be the one to support you. And you couldn't ask for more in a friend.
With knowledge in chemicals, it helped Oliver to be a good baker and he shared with you that he always wanted to be a baker. Though it was usually expected that he would want to take the path of a scientist, you supported him in his dream.
A Tale of a Sealand Fail [Sealand X Reader]Sealand giggled mischievously as he began plotting his revenge on _____. She had sided with England, and now she was going to get it!More Like This
______ will rue the day she sided with that British jerk! He thought angrily. Sealand ran from his hiding spot outside the meeting hall to _____'s house. Because she babysat him sometimes, he knew where the spare key was. Sealand quickly grabbed the key out from under the doormat and let himself into your home.
He laughed maniacally as he ran upstairs. He originally planned to wreck it, but he found that he couldn't when he saw pictures of _____ and himself on _____'s desk. Sealand pouted at himself. What was wrong with him? He should totally ruin ______'s room, she did tell him to go home and watch anime after all.
Maybe....he had a crush on _____? As the young boy pondered this possibility, he failed to realize that _____'s car had pulled into the driveway. Only when Sealand heard her racing up the staircase did he notice that she wa
S.KoreaxReader - Introduce Me To Your Noona“Hey Yong Soo! How have you been, mate!” the cheery Australian grinned as he waved to the Korean who was currently coming out throw the doors from his flight.More Like This
“It’s been a while, eh, Jett! I’m fine, just tired from that flight; the baby behind me wouldn’t stop crying.” Yong Soo smiled as he sat down at the bench along with Jett, leaving his suitcases beside him.
“Ahaha! Sorry to hear that buddy. But we have to get going to get ya settled in your apartment!” Jett hit the back of the Korean in a friendly manner before getting out of his seat. “Well, let’s go, we don’t wanna keep people waiting.
“People?” Yong Soo asked before he got up.
“I sorta left my pub on short notice ‘cos I sorta forgot about ya.” The Australian awkwardly scratched the back of his head whilst awkwardly laughing. “And I ran out during work.”
“Well, that’s not good!” Yong Soo got up, pic
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By the way, I use the name James in this for him. I know it's not as common as Matt of Matthieu (<- Is that even spelled right?), but in my opinion those names are too much like 1p! Canada's human name, Matthew. However, that's just my opinion
Other than that, enjoy!
"I'M SO BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!" you bellowed for about the one-hundredth time that day. What? It wasn't like anyone else was home; You lived alone.
Which made it all the more BORING.
In fact, you felt that there was so little to do in your house, that you were currently challenging yourself to watch and entire marathon of Sanjay and Craig while sitting upside down on your couch. How fun.
Lucky for you, just when you thought you were going to spend the rest of the day moping around an
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From the second he saw you, he knew.
He knew you were meant to be his. You were going to be his. Whether you liked it or not.
Staring intensively into your (e/c) eyes, he watched as you picked up your fork and shoved in into your mouth.
He sat three tables across from you, watching your every move. Every single little movement you made, he seen, And cherished.
The feelings he had for you were almost inhuman, you were perfect, and no one could ever, EVER, change his opinion on you.
And to think you didn't even know his name.
Nope. To you, he was nothing. You didn't know him at all, but he sure knew about you. The man knew your favourite colour, number, food, song. He even knew your birthday. Some may consider this sort of behaviour 'creepy' or 'disturbing' but you were unaware of the Belarusian man doing so, so there was no harm. right? Besides, Nikolai did it out of pure adoration and love for you. Love is never wrong.
He's been observing y
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Pushing open the bright and colorful wooden doors, I call out my friend’s name.
There was no answer which was odd. Normally he would be right at the door waiting for me; I didn’t even have to knock; or if I did knock, he would be there in three seconds flat.
This time, he didn’t answer the door, so I opened the door and headed inside anyways. He shouldn’t mind, after all, he was the one who invited me over earlier.
Taking a few more steps inside, I call out again.
“Oliver! Are you here?”
Pursing my lips, I place my bag down by the side of the plush neon pink couch.
Walking down the hallway towards the direction of the direction of the kitchen, I peek around the corner, and scan the pink and blue area for my perky friend.
Nothing. He wasn’t there. How weird. He’s normally always in the kitchen, constantly baking cupcakes.
Furrowing my brows, I duck out of the area, and proceed to look for him in the rest of the
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You woke up, being in the same mood as you were in yesterday: bored. You were bored almost always, actually. Your life in the animal shelter was killing the light inside of you. Every day, you’d just wake up, eat something and lay down again to fall asleep. You and your fellow animals weren’t allowed to go outside.
A few days ago, you life weren’t as boring as it was today, because you used to have a roommate. But he went to a new home last monday, so now it was just you on your own. You actually missed Feliciano, you weird former roommate. He was annoying at times, but he never failed to amuse you when you were sad. And now he was gone. Of course you were glad that he had found a nice home now, but you were also a bit jealous.
‘... and this is _____,’ the female owner of the shelter said, pointing at you. You glared at her and the visitor. It was a young girl. She was holding a woman’s hand while staring at
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Note: After reading a ton of fan fictions I wanted to try writing my own. This is my first fan fiction so I apologize in advance if it’s bad but advice and suggestions are encouraged and welcomed with open arms! I would love to get better and write some more fan fictions. Just pretty please no bad comments.
Houses and lights flew by as you drove your (car name) back home. It was 11:00 at night and you were driving home from your friend’s birthday party and you felt exhausted. You had told you’re parents that you were on your way home and they told you they were going to bed but left the garage door unlocked for you. As you turned into your driveway to pull into the garage you noticed something – more like someon
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2p!America x Reader-Don't go
I ran and jumped on the couch and disturbed Matt from his little nap which made him snarl. Putting me feet on the coffee table, I just chuckled at Matt’s reaction.
“What the f*ck dipsh*t!?”Matt yelled.
“Next time don’t nap there, sh*t stain.”I smirked getting ready to pull out my precious bat.
Slowly Matt was reaching for his hockey stick, but watching me at the same time. He glared at me while I gave him a smirk saying, ‘You gonna strike me, maple f*cker?’ But then ‘sparkle pop’ ran into the room.
“Allen!! Matt!! I must talk to you both immediately!!”Oliver pleaded.
“You are.”Matt said.
“It’s Al…”I muttered, but it didn’t look like Oliver heard me.
“Remember when Luciano threatened to get rid of us?”Oliver continued.
“Like that f*cker can get rid of us!”I shouted, then got a glare from ‘walking
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So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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A strange Café. - Ram
Waiter!Hetalia x reader
By the dyslexic Author
I spot the beautiful Ram sign how the horns are curling behind the mighty goats head.
I point at it eager to see how they going to perform a Ram, "Wonderful choice, the hot blooded Dane from the northern! Ram Mathias Køhler!" The Japanese man sings as the doors opens and a shadow figure appears, with long horns going behind his head and back to his front, his spiking butter yellow hair slides against the horns as he walks towards my table.
He has a scar on his left hipbone going down his front where I cannot see, he is trained to the point he has absolutely no tummy fat at all, broad shoulders with a slim waist, big strong arms that are ready to protect the virgin maiden… wait what
In his hands a basket with Danish pastries of cinnamon rolls along with chocolate buns and something that seem to have a lot of poppy seeds on top. He has a mug on a tr
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Matthias Kohler, the KING of Northern Europe!
[y/n] quickly turned her head to see the Danish male already talking away to Alfred and Gilbert about some new video game that he's been dying to get since it came out in October. Of course, the game had already been released and she already owned it. Pokemon X and Y. She giggled slightly, knowing that since she had both that he could borrow one.
Why was it that he always interrupted her daydreams about them being together?
She wrote on the paper, in much more legible handwriting, 'Okay, King! You want to borrow my X?? I'm too far in Y to even think about letting you reset that one.' Re-crumpling the note, she tossed it back. Her giggled erupted into full-on laughter as it landed in his mess of spiked hair.
Matthias blushed heavily, but smiled widely and forced the red tint down long enough to read the note. His smile grew wider and his eyes widened, looking over at her long en
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And you don't know me
We just met each other
But you tell me who I should be
So I don't wear the right clothes
I don't fit to the norm
I believe in what I want too
I don't fit to your designated form
You have a different back ground
And there are many stereotypes
I don't believe in your god
And I'm what they call white
Every one is different
We all deserve to be
Though we are the same underneath
We are humans who can be anything
Let me love who I love
And you can follow your own heart
I know we can't change everything today
But maybe today we can start
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we unpacked the car in hundred-and-ten degree heat
home after our three-months, big-haul supermarket run
stared at the late season watermelon
we grabbed on an impulse
I got the cutting board and a bowl for rinds
you got the never-dull, wedding-gift ceramic knife
we tore into our pieces at the same time
swamping desert thirst in southern fruit
pretending we were comfortably cool
believing it during each bite
I opened a new paper towel roll (we had been out)
you gave me the next slice, cut yourself another
we ate the whole damn thing in one sitting, not talking
just munching one icy wedge after another
until I mumbled a joke you made me repeat
(had to slurp-swallow to do it)
I said, “I said, I think this makes us—”
you, with a fresh juice smile, finished: “—a couple of fruits.”
Sleepless MindSleepless Mind:More Like This
For it never sleeps.
Each day you come across.
Running miles non-stop.
Your heart so pure and young.
Giving me a jog.
Which I am here to hog.
All this love that you can give.
Because it is our life to live.
As each day passes by.
My love keeps growing strong.
Our love eternally twined.
In a Sleepless Mind.
Golden Ink and Going BackI thought I was in love with that four-year old red-haired boyMore Like This
Shining in a silver knight costume with a black dragon sewn on
Because I was in the pink Sleeping Beauty Dress
I was a good Belle, too
(Back when I hadn't picked up a book
Except for the blue one with the golden pages
Brimming with witches and fairies and magic)
I wanted to be a princess, back then
They were the ones who always found love, at the end
I wanted to be Wendy, too
Because she wore a blue nightgown and learned to fly
Now, I'd rather be Peter Pan, honestly
Because he managed to swerve this whole ordeal of growing up
(And maybe a little because of the flying)
Now, I just want to go back
Back when the only kissing I thought about
Was in The Princess and the Frog
And the only houses I had to be weary of
Were houses made of candy
Back when the only disappointment
Was when my parents were too tired to read me a bedtime story
Or when I found out that the real Little Mermaid
Dies by Hans Christian Andersen's hand
I PromisedSuch a violent blueMore Like This
Fluttering against pale skin
Have I ever seen the sunlight?
How many weeks since I've seen your face?
Dragging the lead of a pencil across my skin
It lights with adrenaline
And my skin begins to burn for just a minor bite
An ity-bity drop
An old friend stops by to visit
Seduces me with silver
Licks away the pain
The blood rolling down my wrists
Pooling my my palms
Dripping down my calves
How glorious-! The punishment for being so stupid
How haunts me, and I dream of it
The sick victory
Of ripping my skin open wide
I need it
I miss it
Keep One Eye on the Sky - Jack Frost x ReaderMore Like This
“Great, just great.” You growl as you stomp your way forward. This was the LAST thing you had in mind when you set out on your walk earlier today but here you were, and there wasn’t much you could do about it now.
It was hard to admit it to yourself but at this point there really was no other way to put it; you were lost. Lost in the forest in the middle of winter and to make matters worse, the sun was starting to set making it harder to see through the thicket before you and not to mention it was a heck of a lot colder than when you started. Determined as you were though you weren’t about to let a little darkness and cold get between you and that nice cozy bed you had waiting for you back in your room.
Ahh...You could picture it now, so vividly you could practically FEEL the softness of your (blanket colour) blanket, the squishy pillows and the warmth from the heating vents toasting the place to bake the chill out of your bones after a nice hot shower. As if to
Song Fic - AmericaxReader: Some NightsSome nights I wish,More Like This
That this all could end…
Because I could use some friends for a change…
You ran for your life, as the only thing you could hear was gun shots coming from every direction. You panted, turning a corner in an alley way, halting as you reached a wall. Heaving, you placed a hand in your ______ hair, crying your heart out.
Some war was going on, and you had no idea which one it was. It didn't make any sense, since you're from an entirely different country altogether. Some people told you to keep running, and don't stop, but you had no idea where to though. You wished that you knew people in this place, that way you could ask them questions that have been dragging on your mind for quite some time.
A gun shot got your attention, as you began to bolt again. You saw that they were chasing you, and that scared you half to death. However, as you ran, you didn't see a random young man standing, and accidentally bumped into him.
You groaned, as he scooped you up, "Run! Don't just
GermanyxReader The NutcrackerGermanyxReaderMore Like This
It was finally here, the moment of truth. After years and years of handwork and endless practicing, the time had come for the results of your audition for the Royal Ballet's performance of The Nutcracker. Since you could remember, it had been your dream to play Clara in the beautiful ballet. For years you worked to tone and prep your body for the immense physical strength that was needed to play such an important role, and now the time had come to see if your lifelong dream would be realized.
Slowly, you walked up to the bulletin board where the cast had been posted. A sea of people surrounded it, hoping to see their names on the list. Many walked away looking disappointed, but many also walked away with huge smiles on their faces. Girls squealed in delight as they walked away from the list. Each squeal of joy made your more and more nervous. 'What if she got the role of Clara?' You thought. Silently you chided yourself for thinking like that
Run (Newt X Reader) 1/2More Like This
Run (Newt X Female!Reader)
-A/N: Yes I know the only female was the last Glader, and it goes against the book in a way and I'm sorry for that but other fandoms have edited story line- that's actually what fanfiction is, no way around editing the character's emotions and the events- to have the insert exist. So we'll live. And I haven't read book one in entirety, I watched the movie. I've read some of it, up to chapter 5 at the time I'm writing and re-editing this. -
All you could see was darkness,wait who were you? If anyone? You couldn't remember, oh shit that's bad. Really bad.
"Who am I?" You sobbed into the darkness,as if it would give you an answer, your voice changed octave as you screamed. Curling your grimy fingers into a fist you punched the air, yelping as it collided with a cage. Suddenly a bright florescent bar flashed across the side, lighting up the cage. It looked like there was supplies in here, you pushed yourself onto your knees and crawled over to a box of canned thi
Locked Away (Newt x Reader) Part 2More Like This
You can feel yourself tense as you get closer, but you don’t try to hide it. You don’t trust them, and they should know that. You glare at anyone who even so much as glances at you. When a lanky ginger boy approaches you, you snarl at him.
He takes a step back, but doesn’t back down, “Hi. My name’s George. Have you remembered your’s yet?”
You don’t answer him.
“Well, Newt told me to find you and give you the tour, explain the rules, etcetera.”
“Newt told you?” You suppose if Newt trusted this kid, you could, too. Transitive reasoning and all.
“Uh, yeah. I just said that. You coming?”
You stay put, “Where is he? Where’s Newt?”
George sighs, “I’ll tell you along t
Locked Away (Newt x Reader) Part 1More Like This
You wake up in a box. Really, it was the sound of it stopping that woke you up, but you know, whatever. The doors above you creak open, and you shield your eyes against the sudden brightness.
When the glare dies down, you see that you are surrounded. In shock, you stand and back up against the wall. Upon closer inspection, she realizes that the people surrounding her are all boys. One of them jumps down into the box with me- one with sandy blonde hair- and takes a hesitant step towards you. You tense and stare him down. Bad idea. You nearly drown in his dark brown eyes. He puts his hands up to show that he didn’t have anything, but oddly enough, you knew that someone could still do a massive amount of damage with just their hands. Your steely (e/c) glare flicked from his face to his hands, your mind debating on whether to trust him.
Then he spoke, his voice thick with an odd accent, “We’re not going to hurt you. My name’s N
Love-Hate Relations|RomanoxReaderMore Like This
Literature trade with CookieMoon101
Author's Note: Since this is a story about our little Lovi, cursing will definitely occur. Turn back now if you don't like swearing.
You shook the door handle of the Vargas' residence, fuming. You banged a fist on the door. "Lovino Vargas, let me in this instant!" you hollered. You heard the locks click, and you prepared to throw a punch in the Italian's face.
"Oh, (y/n), what a surprise~!" came a bubbly, cheery voice. Your anger was quickly replaced and replenished with confusion. You let your fists drop to your sides loosely. "Feli?"
"Fratello is upstairs if you-" Gently pushing Feliciano aside, you skipped stairs to Lovino's bedroom. You tried the door handle, it jiggling with no success. You groaned. "Lovino. Unlock. The. Door." you snarled.
"Fat chance, ragazza!" called a voice from inside. You frowned, getting ready to kick down the door. "I will kick down this damn door if you don't ope
Vampire!RomanoXReader ...Come A Little Closer..."Can you come over?"More Like This
"Why would I do that, Lovi, it's almost 3 o'clock?" You mumbled through the phone. You rolled around in your bed. It was another sleepless night between you and Lovino Vargas, which happens on many occasions, too many to count. You played with your (h/c) locks, waiting for a reply from your boyfriend.
"God damnit, ________. I swear-"
"You said you don't like it when I'm out late! Remember, you said quote 'there's too many freaks out there at night' unquote." You did your best Lovino impression as you looked out the window, then continued. "Besides, I'm already in my pajamas!" You whined, but it was a lie. You were actually in a white sundress, due to the fact that you were too tired to take it off, it was wrinkled due to you rolling around in it.
"...like hell you are..." He grumbled through the phone. You sighed, he always caught you when you were lying. He seemed quite, as if he was thinking back on the whole conversation of you being safe a
Werewolf!Romano x Abused!Reader ~My TerritoryMore Like This
Werewolf!Romano x Abused!Reader
You look out your window, tears sliding down your cheeks. You had gotten fresh bruises on your arms and legs from your abusive uncle. Your parents had died when you were only 3 in a car accident. Your uncle had taken you in and has been beating you since. He usual beats you to get his stress off, come home drunk, or you had done something 'wrong'.
This time you had forgot to do the dishes. 'I should just leave and never come back' You thought to yourself, 'Or... just leave the world' You shake those thoughts out of your head. If you ran away... your uncle would find you and beat you senseless. And you weren't ready to say goodbye to the world.
You get out your iPod and plug your earbuds in. You grab your converse(And if you don't like converse... then... uh DEAL WITH IT) and slip them on. 'I'll just go for a quick walk... I'll be back before my uncle knows I'm gone' You sighed and opened up your window. Good thing this was a one story house.
You step out
Things to Learn [Prince!Romano x Princess!Reader]17 March 1904More Like This
You felt as Moses did in Midian, a stranger in strange land. In an effort to strengthen and aid your tiny kingdom, a marriage was arranged between you and the older prince of the Kingdom of Italy.
Between you, Princess [f/n] [l/n], and Prince Lovino Vargas.
You tugged at the sleeves of your wedding gown, a pale [f/c] that felt a little too cheery for the thoughts running through your head. You were already married to him now—no longer visiting princess, but the kingdom's princess consort. As such you wondered what turn your life would take.
If you were really honest with yourself, which you allowed yourself in the privacy of this bridal suite, you were worried for your future. The thought of being married by itself wasn't so bad, but the thought of being married to him… You had seen him in his court—the way he tended to snap and holler and carry on, how truly angry he seemed. Would he be like that all the time? Was this what your life woul
Blood Ties [Vampire!Romano x Reader]Lovino adored humans.More Like This
They were simply marvelous creatures; naive, senseless and with an absolutely exquisite taste. He was a vampire, after all. Human blood was what he and all his brethren thrived on. And humans? They were numerous as the stars for a vampire like him, too many to count on his fingertips but so many different flavors waiting to be devoured.
There was, however, one human that intrigued the Italian more than he was willing to admit. Perhaps it was in the way she defied him, refusing to his advances whenever he passed her by. Or maybe it was simply the way her blood called to him like none other, singing a sweet and tempting lullaby that only awoken the Hunger that lay deep inside him and pushing away the solitude he so often felt. His senses would kick into overdrive whenever she was near and threaten to allow the beast within tear through his oh-so-carefully constructed cage and break free. She reminded him of himself when he, too, had been human, though he had
You Know I'm No Good (Vampire!RomanoXReader) IMore Like This
I peered up at the clubs sign, which was simply named "Vamp", in red neon calligraphy.
I felt my palms grow clammy around my fake ID; this was my first time within even 10 feet of a nightclub and I was wearing clothing I never regularly would.
At my school, I was the loser; the bullied girl: I preferred books to Vogue; found comfort in my computer rather than other people. My first homecoming night consisted of me putting on my dress and playing Xbox.
On a daily basis, my outfits were baggy, lengthy sweaters and sweatpants; my hair thrown back in a messy bun. Makeup never even crossed my mind either. I felt that would fit me best, because I couldn't pull off the flowy tank tops the other girls could. The other girls actually had pretty shoulders. I hated wearing skirts, because my legs were like big logs. Fashion clearly didn't fit my odd, awkward body.
But, on this very night, Halloween night, I was not myself. I wore a white corset, with bows and frills and satin and all those things
Demon!England x Male!Reader ~WarmthMore Like This
[Demon!England x Male!Reader]
The rain pelted hard on my running form, I ran afraid of the group of men not far behind me with knives and guns firing mercilessly at me making the shots ring in my ears along with the hard rain. My mouth tasted foul of my own blood that trickled down my head and left part of my face. I clutch my right arm as I run, it dripped with fresh blood from having a bullet wedged in the flesh.
I attempted to spread my demonic black wings to fly but stopped feeling a sting in a wing meaning a bullet had successfully shot through my wing, preventing me from flying.
My emerald eyes scanned the wet scenery quickly for anywhere I could hide, sharply turning a corner, I skid to my knees down an alley and stopped behind a rubbish tip. I bit my lip to stop from grunting in pain as I hear the men talk and eventually turn to leave. Harsh rain drips off my two horns and my thin black, triangle pointed tail wraps
Mr. Mom- EnglandXReaderMore Like This
*WARNING: SUGGESTIVE AND/OR SENSUAL THEMES IN SOME PLACES. NOTHING GRAPHIC, BUT STILL.
*Late one night*
Arthur slammed the car door shut and stomped towards the front door, muttering a foul string of curses under his breath. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside to be met by his twin boys, Alfred and Matthew, and his daughter Michelle.
They all ran up to him, tugging at his trousers. He managed a tired chuckle as he rubbed his sons’ heads and patted his daughter’s back.
“Yes, I’m home.” He said, gently prying them off his trousers so he could walk. The children immediately ran off, probably to continue what they had been doing before he walked through the door. He walked upstairs to his and his wife (Name)’s bedroom.
Hanging his coat in the closet and haphazardly tossing
Freckles and Cupcakes ~ 2p England X ReaderMore Like This
Freckles & Cupcakes ~ 2p England X Reader
(Name) (LastName) smiled as she gazed at the man on the otherwise of the counter. He was so unusual! However, this only made the (HairColour) (HairLength) female fall more in love. Oliver had such amazing eyes. Lolly blue with candy floss pink swirls. The pink was swirling lazily, giving off the effect of peacefulness. His hair was short and fluffy, and it was a candy floss pink! So adorable~
People always said the Oliver Kirkland was mad. A murder. However, from the day you met him, you life had turned around completely.
"Oliver..... Look I would love to go to your house... But to study? I mean seriously...." (Name) moaned.
The pink haired male turned to her and grinned.
"Don't worry poppet~! My family are.... Well.... Ok their not that nice but they try their best~!" Oliver said.
(Name) rolled her (EyeColour) orbs. But she still followed him anyway.
Oliver pushed open an old looking oak door, revealing the interio
The Wrong Unit (Part 2) [Male!Belarus X Reader]More Like This
"So, w-what is your name?" I asked as Alfred and I sat at one end of the dinner table, while the 'robot' was on the other. Alfred sat the farthest away from Nikolai, seeing as he was still slightly terrified of him. Not that I blame him. He just sat there, staring at his hands that were lying on the table, while I tried to make eye contact with the 'robot's' piercing eyes.
"M-mine is (f-f/n) (l/n), and th-this is my friend, A-Alfred Jones." I gestured at myself, than at Alfred. In an attempt to stop my stuttering, I took a few deep breaths, calming myself.
"I guess you're wondering who's your owner? That would be me. Alfred just came over to help with the installation."
Alfred let out a "Hmph," and continued to stare at his hands. I glanced at him for a moment then back to Nikolai.
"..." Nikolai remained silent.
"Do you want me to help you unpack-"
"No." I sighed.
"Okay, I'll show you to your room. Do you want a tour of the-"
2p!England x Chubby!Reader [Request]More Like This
"So are you going to tell him or what?" Alice asked you as she took her seat beside you on the usual bench spot during lunch time.
You look at her rather confused. "Tell what?" you asked innocently while biting the straw of you juice box. She scoff and pointed to the Strawberry blonde british teen. His name was Oliver Kirkland and he was your biggest crush. "Are you going to ask out my cousin or not!" You squeak covering her loud mouth. "Dude! Don't yell that out loud!" you begged. She sighed pushing you chubby hands away.
"_____________! Stop being so shy and ask him already." She insisted.
You shake your head. "N-No, I mean..." you look down. "He won't accept my feelings in return.."
Alice cocked a thick eyebrow. "_____________.. Is it because you're insecure about your weight?" she blurted out.
Again you squeak covering her mouth. "You really have a big mouth!"
Alice shovered your hands away once again, a little more irritated. "You twit! I'm just wondering!" she snapped. You put yo
There's A Good Reason... Dark!England X ReaderMore Like This
(( THE FULL TITLE: There's is a Good Reason All the Tables are Numbered Honey You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet Dark!England X Reader. Anyway this is a songfic matching the song by Panic! at the Disco. So I figured...sounds kind of proper...there is a formal meeting..punk-ish... DARK IGGY! The rest I will make up literally as I go so sorry if it sucks...because right now I have NO IDEA what the plot it... So here you go! p.s. I ADORE comments! Please, please, PLEASSSEEE comment!))
Sick and tired of it. She always over looked him. (Name), with her (h/l) (h/c) beautiful hair falling elegantly and her perfectly curved body. Maybe she was out of his league, humble Britain, always ready to open the door for her and help her with any problem she might have, but be damned if the bloody frog or diabetic scum bag was any closer than he! At least he respected her as a woman but did she notice, care, NO! Never. Never once was there a "Thank you for always being there for me Arthur." or
America x Shy!Reader: Office Jitters [Request]More Like This
Today I was going to talk to him. I mean for real talk to him. I'm going to talk to Alfred F. Jones. Pretty much the office hottie. Although I liked him more than just his appearance. He was pretty much the perfect guy. Well, to me that is.
I glided my office chair back and forth. The anxiety was building up.
I've only talked to the guy a few times. Only by accident of bumping into him or asking him for a pen. I was always this shy towards everyone., but with him. I feel as though I'm going to have this huge anxiety attack. It happens rarely, but when it does. It's kind of scary. My muscles tighten around Alfred. My voice is barely audible when I'm near him.
No, I wasn't scared of him. I just get tense around him. I really did like him.
Alfred was the most popular co-worker at the office. Especially around women. He is always loud, enthusiastic and optimistic about everything and a self proclaimed "Hero".
I giggle at the thought. I loved it when he called himself the hero.
Alfred had t
Nothing goes right || Dork!2P!EnglandxReader [CE]More Like This
Oliver was a quite lovely boy, so adorable and sweet with his ginger hair and those crystal blue eyes. Oh, and his cheeks were so chubby and soft! He was a little dork, always smiling and wearing bow ties along with neat clothes in bright colors, not caring what others would think about him.
Also, he loved it to bake. From little cupcakes to huge cakes, he could create everything for you if you just ask him without a single curse in your sentences.
He liked himself just the way he was.
Well, except those freckles, which he always tried to cover up with make-up, even thought [Name] always said that he looked cute without that heavy stuff on his face. She was the one who caught his attention when she hasn't even entered the room.
A in his eyes sweet and loving girl with the most beautiful face, the softest hair, the loveliest curves and the most prettiest eyes along with the brightest smile he'd ever seen.
And her laugh! God, his heart skipped a beat when he heard her angel
2p!EnglandxReader Say What?!More Like This
A heavenly scent drifted past your nose. Ah, the sweet smell of cupcakes baked by none other than Oliver. You sat at a small island table in the middle of the kitchen. Just watching Oliver bake. You never took your eyes off of him, not for one second. He grabbed ingredients from one cabinet, measured them out , then put them in the bowl, and repeated these actions. He did this with great speed, not ever missing a thing. This, in turn had you amazed. 'How could he do all of that so fast?' You thought.
Oliver began to take notice of your staring. To be honest this started causing him to get a little clumsy. You were staring at him. His long time crush, (Name), was staring at him of all things! 'Oh no! What if I do something wrong, what will she think? I just can't mess up, not with poppet watching me so closely!' He franticly thought. Oliver wasn't bound to make a mistake, besides, that would mess up the cupcakes! So, Olive
2p!England X Shy!Reader - Love potion~Oliver’s POV~More Like This
Today was the day. Today was the day that I would make (Name) mine forever.
I had wanted to do this for quite some time now, first I had tried it the way it was supposed to happen. I made her cupcakes, complimented her and dropped subtle hints here and there that I had a huge crush on her. But every time I did that, (Name) would blush and try to change the subject. And of course I was too scared that (Name) didn’t return my feelings to just confess my love to her.
I had to come up with another plan and because I knew that (Name) fully trusted me, it wasn’t too hard. I just had to put a love potion in a cupcake! Grinning, I took a few bottles from my kitchen cabinets and started working.
You walked up to Oliver’s house and smiled to yourself, you were looking forward to spending your afternoon with your longtime crush. Yes, you had secretly fallen in love with the cupcake-loving and sweet Brit Oliver. But confessing wasn’t really a
A Low Brass Romance. [SwedenxReader] Ch. 1 A Low Brass Romance.More Like This
A story based on Marching Season.
[Tuba Player!Sweden x Tuba Player!Reader]
The following story is based on real-life events, situations, and memories. It has been altered, of course, to fit the story. Your lovely Author has decided to share her views of this season with her lovely watchers. She hopes sincerely you like it as much as she enjoyed writing about life events.
"I long for that sensation. The feeling of her soft, pink lips against my own. My fingers running through her [h/c] locks. Her deep [e/c] eyes not being able to look away from me. I long for the moment when I can claim her as mine, and mine alone. I want to fill this empty void inside of me. The abyss of pure loneliness that had been swelling, corrupting more of my once-happy heart. I know she can fill it. I know
Allen Ginsberg Imitation What thoughts I have of you tonight, John Locke, as I sit in the silence of my home, the ringing of the residual static crawling away from the TV screen, remote in hand.More Like This
For months I've lived your story and the others' around you. What mystery surrounds them! It cradles my tired heart and permeates my sad mind, a relief I cherish interminably, a love for me alone.
You, yourself a pawn, in the greatest scheme, do sacrifice the wills of others for the purpose evident in your faith. What character you have in the face of failure! Sadness is greater than fear, but your drive usurps either! In a plush environment, you are one with the beasts who protect their packs.
I saw you, John Locke, sharpening your knives in my living room, engaging my father in tales of survival, a comfortably firm hand patting my dog on her hea
EnglandxReader-Goblins and Other ThingsMore Like This
Goblins and Other Things
The girl sighed, heaving her younger brother onto her hip; she hated baby-sitting with a passion, she’d rather be out with her friends or riding her horse, but no she had to stay and look after her annoying sibling while their parent’s when out to the theatre for the evening.
“You’re so much trouble you know that (boy’s name)” ______ said brushing a lock of (h/c) hair out of her (e/c) eyes. The boy just stared at his sister with wide green eyes, then as if on purpose he screwed up his pudgy face and began to bawl: hot tears streaming down his red face.
“Aaaah” ______ screamed in frustration as she thundered upstairs. “You’re hopeless” she said placing her brother into his cot; his limbs flailing about.
_____ tried to sing to him, she read him a story and she even made a fool of herself to stop her brother from screaming. But each time she failed, leaving (boy’s name) louder t
America x Reader - Safe and SoundAmerica x Reader Safe and SoundMore Like This
"Mommy, can we go see Santa before we go shopping?" Your son James asked, looking up at you with a pleading look on his face and his bright blue eyes. It was Christmas Eve, and you decided to take James out as you noticed that he was being very quiet and reserved. You ruffled his hair, which was the exact same shade as yours.
"Sure, sweetie." You replied with a smile as he clutched your hand tightly as you made your way towards Santa's grotto. You laughed as you saw James waddle in his thick coat with his woollen hat and mittens and snow boots. It was still weird for you to be honest; although he was five years old, it seemed like yesterday when he was born. The two of you walked in silence, with the occasional shocked gasp from James if he saw a shop's Christmas display.
They walked into the gingerbread house that was Santa's grotto, and they were greeted by a man with a large belly and a long white beard in red. You couldn't help but reme
A Tiny Misunderstanding Pirate England x Reader 10More Like This
As you walked down the streets next to Antonio you felt everyone's eyes on you. People were whispering as you passed by them and it was making you very uncomfortable. As you glance at the people you feel Antonio take you a hold of your hand.
"Don't worry. People are just blown away by how beautiful you look." Antonio smile causing you to blush slightly. You really weren't use to such complaints. Most of your life you have been treated as one of the guys. Then again this is your first time in a dress like this.
"Where is Francis and everyone else?" You asked in a small voice hoping to change the conversation. It was weird how clothe can effect ones mood.
"They went to go check on why Jack is here. If he is here it means trouble. We should be leaving as soon as we can." The Spaniard said with a serious face. Sighing you wished you could find Arthur. Ever since your run in with Jack you've been feeling uneasy. Something about that guy was oddly familiar but when you tried to th
Japan x Reader - ResistanceMore Like This
Japan x Reader - Resistance
The tip of her tongue traced the shape of the muscle in his neck, feeling it tense under her, pressing into the feverish skin, drawing a maddening pattern over it. Kiku held a groan from deep in his throat, trapping the sound within his painfully clenched teeth.
-Ahh, [f-f/n]-san. T-they’ll hear u-us. – He muttered, stutters covering his already quavering words, his will trembling just as much when she bit his collar bone. Japan held back another moan, a choked noise, not exactly muffled within the walls of his mouth. Anguish, embarrassment and something else were merging and spinning inside him, in an overwhelming mix, stealing his breath and mind. She chuckled at that.
-What were you saying? – [f/n] continued her way up, in a slow pace, nibbling, sucking, kissing, making just a soft pressure in every one of them. Enough to be noticed, but far from what he wanted, Japan realized, his face burning up. The lighter the touch, th
Japan x Reader: BarrierMore Like This
Title: Japan x Reader: Barrier
I warn you now that the Japanese was taken from Google Translate, so don't think it's accurate.
"Good morning, counselors!" you cried cheerfully, carrying in trays of coffee cups. The counselors bid you a good morning as you handed them their coffees and rushed to sit down in your little mini office. You were pretty much the donut boy of the main office of your school. Whatever the administration wanted, you got it for them. You didn't mind; it kept you away from your (least favorite elective) class. Also, it was the first class of the day, so there wasn't much going around, except the coffee delivery.
"Ah, sumimasen," you managed to hear from the front desk. "Watashi wa Honda Kiku desu. Watashi wa koko ni atarashi gakusei desu. Watashi wa kurasu no sukejuru o sansho shite suru koto o yokyu kudasai." Chinese? No, Japanese, you decided. Ah, so it
Trapped- Insane Japan x ReaderYou were on your way out from your university area when you heard someone called your name.More Like This
You turned your neck to where the voice came from and your eyes slightly rounded.
A gorgeous man was staring at you with a warm smile on his face.
Kiku , you whispered.
Instantly, with brighter expression, you approached him and hugged him.
Kiku hugged you back. His closed his eyes as he enjoyed the moment of having you again in his arms.
You pulled back your head and looked up at him in slight anger, Do you know how hard it is to find you? Where have you been?!
He put a regret expression on his face, Im sorry. To make it up, how about you come to my place and I will cook a special meal for you.
You raised your eyebrows, You can cook?
Kikus smile again, You definitely have missed a lot of things about me. Lets go now., he released you from his hug then took your hand to pulled you to his car.
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Dark!Sorcerer!EnglandXReader P.2 BrushstrokeMore Like This
“Feliks!” you shouted over to the horse that sat under the old oak tree. He seemed to watch the clouds float by on their way to nowhere. “Come here.” You waved the shiny, round apple in your hand, in hopes to appeal to the blond stallion with speckled white spots, and coax him from under the tree.
His ears pricked forward; as he watched you stretch your arm out towards him, leaning your weight on the rickety old fence, with attentive scrutiny. He stood; finally deciding to trot over to you, worrying you might actually hurt yourself if the fence gave way.
Holding the apple out in your opened palm, he greedily took it.
Fresh apples from the green grocer?
It had been rather some time, but he could get used to this again. If you were willing to go down there and buy them, he was more than happy to eat them.
Prison Bitch: Part 4 (Prisoner America X Reader)More Like This
"It's alright..." You heard someone whisper and run their hands through your hair. You sniffed a few time as tears poured down your face, though you couldn't recall why you were crying.
"You're okay..." There was a second voice, this one more feminine. You vaguely recall hearing that voice from somewhere before. You even remember the tone. Memories of your childhood came flooding back and more tears fell from your face.
The hand stopped petting you and wiped a few tears away.
"Hush dear, you'll be fine..." The first voice said with sadness. This one you didn't know, and yet it was comforting. The persons hand resumed it's petting, "I promise."
You felt another hand run over your forehead, "So please don't cry... Ma fille Y/N."
You're eyes flew open and you're E/C colour eyes met a pair of pale purple ones. The woman who owned them had strawberry blond hair that was tied into two pigtails. She smiled at you happily and you felt tears prick
getting rid of a ton of characters!feel free to make any offers!!!More Like This
the only thing I can't accept is money, sorry! I don't quite have my paypal set up yet.
I prefer to have other characters offered or art or designs (customs??)
last three are tentative, not sure if i am willing to trade these yet super easily, so ;w;
To all my friendsI see so many things going wrong and I want to know if you are all okay.More Like This
I've been busy but I do stop by to check on some of you.
I really hope you are all doing well.
Keep your chin held up high, little deer.
I believe in you.
(Will GrahamXReader) Sherlock/Hannibal Chatroom(Y/n) has started a chatMore Like This
Will has logged on.
Sherlock has logged on.
'WILL! : D -(y/n)'
'Hi (y/n). : ) -Will'
John has logged on.
Jim has logged on.
'MAGPIE! :3 -(y/n)'
'That's my nickname for him. ^w^ -(y/n)'
'Who are Jim, John and Sherlock? -Will'
'They're my friends. Sherlock's a consulting detective, John's his flatmate and Jim's a consulting criminal. -(y/n)'
'Don't worry, he's not nearly as bad as Hannibal. -(y/n)'
'I feel insulted. B( Who names their kid Hannibal anyway? Who is he? -Jim'
'He's a cannibal. -(y/n)'
'I had the same reaction. -Will'
'For the record he's a hot cannibal. -(y/n)'
'Oh come on Will, you have to admit he is. And that Danish accent wow *fans self* -(y/n)'
'How is a cannibal hot? -John'
'How do you even know him? -John'
'He framed Will for murder and I'm helping him prove he's a people eating dickhead. And a dumb plaid sausage too. -(y/n)'
Core...Hey guys,More Like This
I've noticed that everybody has been going absolutely bonkers over the entire Core change.
But what I'd like to know is, are the heads of DA going to make it stay forever? I guess it's alright if they keep it running to earn money to upgrade the site and improve it, along with a bit of profit for the people that have created this site, but once they have earned enough money to upgrade the site to it's best form, will they be willing to get rid of it? It's already hard enough for artists who aren't very known to get money, so they try to make themselves known by making their profile more flashy. But if they aren't earning much already, how can DA expect them to actually get a Core membership? The Deviant Art community is a place for people to share their ideas, and for young artists to make themselves known. I think DA SHOULDN'T entirely get rid of CORE, but make an alternative, for example still have CORE, but have a grade down, so that the people who don't really have any mo
Guys.Can we just stop making closed species that are dogs/cats/four legged fluffy animals that have objects instead of tails.More Like This
Just stop now.
You're not fucking creative if you jump on this bandwagon.
And nobody's gonna give a shit about one more object-tailed animal 'species'.
So stop bitching when nobody gives half a damn about your shitty, generic idea.
There are a hundred other 'species' just like it. Some better, some worse, all pretty fucking crappy to be honest.
I'm so sick of seeing these around and I am SO SICK of people squabbling like shitty children over them all over this site and this community.
Make something fucking original or don't make anything at all.
And like I've said a million times before, if you're gonna jump on the same goddamn bandwagon everyone else is jumping onto, you lose ALL FUCKING RIGHT to complain when everyone else on that bandwagon makes the SAME SHIT AS YOU.
If I see one more maker of an object-tailed-ani
small PSA about commenting on my adoptsAt first this didn't bug me as much as it did the past few days but please no more comments saying "I wish I had money" I know it feels great that you take interest in my things but when I get those comments on more than half of the normal comment section it's a tad bit frustrating but people seem to have money for things I'm not selling all the time, ><"More Like This
and another thing PLEASE do not make comments like these "I have the money but I'm buying something else right now" it's a big slap in the face for me and slightly rude.
so yeah I'm going to start saying this on my adopts from now on so no one forgets.
Adoptables: RulesI've made quite a few adoptables, and they've been going pretty well, so I decided that I'd share my rules for when you have purchased my characters!More Like This
~ Please leave small note that credits me in any art you do of the character! Whether it be "Bakagee was the original designer for this character!" Or "I adopted this character from Bakagee."
~ Please link me to any artwork you have done of the characters! I love to see them portrayed by different people!
~ You may edit the character how you wish!
~ Do not resell any of my designs, but you can gift them!
~ Have fun with the character! You paid for it/them, you should make it worth it!
Tiny Feral Sprites Commission (Closed)More Like This
I can do almost all species (Just don't send me reptiles/dragons or humans.):
Tiny Sprinkles by TADA5HI Tiny Spacenerd by TADA5HI Tiny Ria by TADA5HI Tiny Willow by TADA5HI Tiny Kane by TADA5HI #1 by TADA5HI #2 by TADA5HI #3 by TADA5HI #5 by TADA5HI #6 by TADA5HI #7 by TADA5HI #8 by TADA5HI
Huge Character Purge! FREE + Selling!Please make sure to read everything to avoid asking me things that are explained in the journal, thanks!! ♥More Like This
Hey everyone! You read correctly, I need to get rid of a bunch of characters because I just simply have too many ;c;
That and it'll make my toyhou.se a lot easier to use lol
So I'm tired as fuck and haven't slept yet, so excuse any typos and errors you might encounter ~
You can offer on anything you want, but please know just because you offer doesn't mean I'm gonna accept. And there are some I will literally never trade lol
List of characters that are never trade, please don't offer on them or your comment will just be hidden
- All of the characters in my Character Reference folder (which is not linked here so no point in poking around haha, but just saying!)
- My Cinnadogs
- Raisin (my Mantibab)
- Razzmatazz (my Giraffaroo)
- Any of the ones in my closed species folder labeled Never for trade / sale