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
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You sigh in defeat as you slump backward into the chair. These thoughts were running through your head and it was annoying you like hell.
"I've always wanted you *name*."
Just that one line made your face heat up like a cherry. You tilted your head to the side to cover it, but it was no use. You hear England speak quietly, "Heh. *Name*, don't hide your blush from me. It is only me of course." He then starts laughing lowly.
Who was this man? Where was the gentleman that you once knew? The England who loved drinking tea with you, or reading to you. The man who always somehow set the kitchen on fire? That man was now replaced by a 'France' in disguise. England was now slightly perverted sounding. Especially since you were chained to a chair. He probably thought it was kinky or some bullshit.
Just has you were thinking theses thoughts, you we
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Can I have some comments people? *cricket sounds* Oh well worth a try >.
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"No!" you cry as you bolt upright from your bed. You look at the clock on your bedside table and notice that it's 4:38 AM. "Just a dream," you say and sigh in relief. You wipe the sheen of cold sweat from your forehead. You dreamt that Feli, your best friend, had gone into a mysterious mansion with your other friends and had encountered an extremely hostile monster that trapped them in there. It was a part of a recurring dream: you had had it several times, each being a different point in time. All of them were in that mansion. This time your point of view was directly behind Feli. You were forced to watch as your friends all died before your eyes. Towards the end of the dream, you could feel Feli's desperation to protect them and his despair at not being able to. He was utterly alone, and that's when the monster struck. It raised its nasty, hairless arm and slashed downwards toward Feli. You ran towards him screaming, and that's when you woke up. One of the things that really sticks i
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Soon enough it was around ten o'clock, and I had found myself bored to death. I wasn't even in the mood to watch any more TV… I didn't really want to from the start. My mind was completely set on the whole 'hand-cuffed-with-my-crush' thing. I sighed out loudly.
"(name), sorry about that… Would you like to take a walk?"
"Wha- but… that's just embarrassing!"
"It'll be fine, just trust me, won't you?"
I let my eyes wander off to the blank walls of the room, but from the corner of my eye, I can see Arthur putting on a serious face. Surprised, I gaze into Arthur's eyes, and he remains still and silent. His eyes were green. Green like a tropical forest in utopia. Or maybe the green from a familiar fairytale I heard long ago about the Wizard of Oz… Either way, his eyes just mesmerize me, and as soon as his eyes lock onto yours, you can't simply look away.
"I suppose… Yeah, why not?"
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The Brit sat up straight and began to dig furiously through his drawers when he pulled out an old, worn out leather book. It was his old Dark Magic book full of healing spells and such. He thumbed through the pages, eyes scanning for key words. He finally stopped, and read furiously down the page. He found it. The cure. He would have jumped up and danced around in joy if he weren't a gentleman.
"Mint!" he called out excitedly. The odd green mammal appeared in fron of him.
"Look! I can save her!" Arthur held up the book, smiling ear to ear. "I can save ________! She won't be blind or sick anymore! Why didn't I think of this before?!"
Mint bunny scanned the page, then looked up sadly at Arthur, "Her memory will be wiped. The spell
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"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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“Longest week…” you muttered, and yanked the last towel from the line, “…ever.” You’d been run ragged from all the work you had done here, and then to go home and take care of things there.
Not to mention that the pipes in the basement, that had burst last night, and you were less than an agreeable mood. The plumber, this morning, quoted you a price higher than you granny could afford, and you highly doubted that he would let you work it off. Even if a few of the people knew of your granny’s condition and your present predicament, few cared. Wrapping the pipes best you could, you knew you would have to find away to hire someone or find a renter that could work it off.
Hoisting the last and largest laundry basket into your arms, you slowly walked from the back of Dr. McGregor’s house to the front, where his vet office was located.
It certainly hadn’t been the best week ever, but th
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Sitting in the darkness of the hallway, on the top landing, you had tried to read the journal in your hand. The clouds blocked the moon, and casted an even dimness. Stifling a yawn, you carefully shut the journal again.
You didn’t dare move too much and make any amount of noises to draw attention to yourself. You had even opted out to turn on the light.
Sneaking back into your room, after the wise idea of going to the houses on the edge of the park, you had changed into jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. Even if you had went to bed, it would have meant tossing and turning in a dreamless sleep, wondering what previous visions had meant.
It was never like you hadn’t tried to sneak out when you lived with your parents, but of course this wouldn’t be that easy. You couldn’t just waltz downstairs and grab a flashlight. Give a parting goodbye to your granny and head off towards a patch of forgotten land.
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At least that’s what it felt like to you. Like you were suspended by nothing, but yet carefully supported by someone’s hand. Certainly this was the strangest dream you had ever had, by far.
Although something felt serene about being here, like you were meant to be.
You scrunched your face at the sepia coloured room, which was a kitchen. The reddish hues stood out as you studied the room and what it had to offer. The rays of dwindling sun poured through the window that was behind the only table in the room. The tabletop was nothing more than a hodgepodge of papers, books and curios.
It might have been a kitchen, but it looked like a workroom too. Large pots sat on the cast iron stove, littered with multiple size glass bottles over the shelves and counters. Books were stacked like leaning towers that dared to topple.
You felt an icy chill pass through you, as it was like your heart was cut out with a jagged piece of glass. Your lungs crushed by th
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 2The feeling of falling suddenly stopped and with it your stomach dropped. Your pulse was pounding so hard that you could feel it throb through every strain of your hair. Strong muscular arms wrapped around your back and under your knees, crushing your side into the flat planes of a hard male chest. Your eyes flew open as your surroundings stopped racing down and started to gently float up. Peter Pan had caught you and was now holding you in his arms bridal style as he swiftly flew up out of the tangle of vicious tree branches and towards a small clearing. He landed gracefully upon a smooth grey stone rock. He set you down on your feet gently and he placed one hand in the middle of your back to keep you upright while he pushed your hair away from your face with his other hand. "Look at me! Are you all right?" he demanded; tense worry dripping from every syllable. Your entire body was trembling slightly as it tried to cope with its near death experience. You forced your head up to meet PMore Like This
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 1It was late and after a long day you crawled into your bed. Your head was already swimming with the thoughts of all that you had to do tomorrow. Ever since you turned eighteen it seemed your once peaceful world had been turned upside-down and filled with nothing but one headache after another. You had been so busy lately with tiresome tasks and newfound responsibilities. Sometimes it felt like you were drowning in a sea of drama and stress. You always tried your best to keep your head above water and keep soldiering on, but it always seemed as if there was always something new only too eager to try and drag you down. Exhausted both mentally and physically you turned your head to glance at your alarm clock. The time was exactly at 11:11pm. Remembering the superstition that this was the time to make wishes on you indulged in a little folly and closed your eyes. You thought for a second on what to wish for love money world peace? No, none of those things seemed appealing atMore Like This
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 5Your little group somberly walked a long time down a thin dirt trail that winded up and down the hills of the dense wild forest. Nibs lead the way with a hatchet ready in his hand and Slightly followed behind him; his emerald eyes searching every which way for any sign of traps. Every now and then one of The Twins would dart back to inform Peter that the path ahead was clear and then they would take off in two dark grey blurs. Peter never let go of your hand, but you could feel the tension that rippled throughout his body. His shoulders were stiff and his face was closed off as his dark eyes swept over the entire forest, both in front and in back of you all. He was in full on leadership mode. The slightest sound of a twig snapping or bird flying away drew his attention. He moved with stealthy grace, like a jungle cat that was ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Though you were all headed to a funeral you could see the trace of blood lust in Peter’s warm eyes. You had firsMore Like This
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“What the hell?” Your voice was nervous, and with good reason, looking at the smoke that curled high into the blue sky. A few more low bangs escaped thru the trees, the sound alone made your stomach drop.
Holding on tightly to Peter, you booked towards the house. As you neared, the smell of sulfur mixed with burning leaves assaulted your nostrils. Jumping the upturned roots and stones, you drew in a few deep breaths. If something happened to your granny, you couldn’t forgive yourself, not ever.
Skidding to a noisy stop and dropping the kitten in hand, you scanned over the front of the house, but to your surprise nothing was wrong. The roof wasn’t blown clear off and sitting in Quedgeley. You didn’t hear the sirens of the fire brigade roaring through the streets.
“Grandma?” You yelled, feeling a little anxious. Peter took off around the back of the house, and you quickly ran after him.
Rounding the cor
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Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble. ~Witches from Macbeth~
~1813 Gloucestershire, England~
The silence within the clearing was deafening that evening. The yielding caramel colour slowly sank into the purple darkness with a star speckled sky creeping up. Even the wind seemed to fear the happenings that were pending, inching closer to the end.
Running to find safety from the creature that chased her, she had made it back to her small, limestone home. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth that was pursed tightly, as she took in the tainted air threw her nostrils. It was only a few more steps to where she could find safety.
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You rummaged through the mountains of cardboard boxes that didn't look like they had been touched for a lifetime; this room was filled with several centuries worth of English history and yet Arthur had never once even hinted to its existence. Every box, every item in this room held a story, and you loved stories. So far you had found what appeared to be a floor plan for the original Globe Theatre, a black and white photograph of Arthur standing outside of Buckingham palace dressed as one of the soldiers that never smile, and a rather official-looking letter from none-other than Queen Victoria herself! Just as you were beginning to wonder if anything hidden in in this place wouldn't interest you, a large cluster of pale feathers caught your eye; wasting no time in uncovering the object, you were left holding an expensive looking hat. You grinned, admiring your reflection in an ancient mirror before revealing the remaining contents of the box that the hat ha
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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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One day, you were walking down the hall of the building where you were currently attending a world meeting. There was a break for half an hour and you didn’t have anywhere to go, so you were just passing the time by walking slowly around the floor of where the meeting was held.
Suddenly, you were able to hear footsteps behind you and you turned around to see one of your close friends, America, come towards you with a bit of an urgent expression on his face and you felt your heart rate increase. You had a crush on him for a long time but didn’t know how to tell him your feelings in fear of him rejecting you. Coincidentally, he’d been having the same feelings for you too but kept them hidden for exactly the same reason.
However, he decided that today he was finally going to confess to you.
“_____, I need to ask you something important!” America said kind of loudly when he was a few meters away, pausing when he was about a foot in front of you.
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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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The way he would look at her, lips crooked and white teeth glistening. His eyes told her exactly how he felt; transfixed by her, astounded by her, in love with her. In those chartreuse depths, it was clear as day how much he wanted to just be with her and hold her hand. He wanted to be as close to her as possible, to bury his hands into her [h/c] hair and smell her sweet scent all day.
Antonio was so hopelessly in love with her that he never stopped to realise how much she just really didn't want to be with him as much.
[Name] hated mushy-gooey love and candy-hearted romance. Love was for suckers; it made the brightest of bulbs dull and foolish. In her time through-out High School and College she watched her friends fall into and out of love at the drop of a hat. She helped her friends through their broken hearts and pick up the pieces while thinking all the while, 'I don't want this to happen to me'.
Antonio was different. He loved love. He loved how it made him feel, the bubbl
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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.”
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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.
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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
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“Man, what the heck's up with everybody. I'm starting to hate even coming here for missions. Everyone's always drunk now.” Lucy stepped over one of the inebriated club members and tried to make her way to the bulletin board without stepping on anyone. “Seriously, what's everyone's problem? They need to get a grip.”
“Yeah I know, it's gotten pretty bad lately.” Natsu wrinkled his nose at the strong smell of alcohol that filled the air. “I guess this is just what happens when people get bored.”
“Bored huh? I think I have an idea, just you wait, this is going to be awesome.” Chuckling mischievously, happy flew to the tallest place in the guild. “Hey. Listen up you drunks. I, Happy, have an idea that's gonna knock your socks off.”
“H-Happy, what are you doing up there?” Immediately worried for Happy's safety, Natsu plead for him to get down. “Get down before you get in trouble or hurt yoursel
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You were the best goddamn pirate on the seven seas. And everyone that had ever set foot on one of those infamous vessels knew it. Running on adrenaline, luck, and skill, you were always spectacular, which led to no one questioning your sex.
Black pirate garb, gilded with gold embroidery of the finest kind, almost always graced your skin, and your sword was never out of reach. With a back up dagger in your boot, you were a deadly foe. Deadly, unless you were evenly matched. So far, you had never come across an opponent even worthy of your presence. You pondered this lacking enemy in your life as you stood at the bow of the Raven, the wind and salt whipping at your face, and playing with your strands of (h/c) hair that escaped your black pirate’s hat, with the large black feather, and a (f/c) gem dec
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'I know it's too late to say this, but I miss you. Your smile, your eyes, your perverted jokes that somehow made me laugh, your cute German accent, and how you went on and on, day after day about how awesome you were. I miss the time when laughter filled every single one of my days since you came into my life. We fought a few times, but we always made up in the end.
It's been a while since we last spoke, since I last saw you or heard from you. All this time, I've been hoping every day that you'd come back. Every day, I stare at the front door, waiting for you to burst in and yell, "Honey, I'm home!" Just like you used to.
To have fought over something so stupid, I wish I could take back everything I said. I don't hate you. I never meant it when I said you cared about nobody but yourself. I've seen how you get when you witness somebody eating Peeps, due to their very close resemblance to your bird. I've seen how you get when I cry. How your whole
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Warning! Contains strong language/cursing!
"Hey, I'm home!" you called, pushing open your front door and stepping inside.
"Oi, Ragazza!" your roommate Romano called back from the kitchen.
The two of you had been friends for a long time, but you had been living with him ever since you had been kicked out of your last place. Which had been, well, a while ago now. His brother, Feli, had actually proposed the idea to the two of you. Romano immediately went on the defensive, cussing out his younger brother, but you thought it was a great idea. So, here you were. It wasn't all that much different from before, though, since you came over a lot.
You enjoyed the brother's company; Feliciano often dropped by as well, much to his older sibling's chagrin. Feli didn't seem to notice his brother's inferiority complex towards him though, but you, on the other hand, picked up on it a while ago. You thought it was stupid, personally. The brother
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Length: (long short or medium)
Any special things:
He picked at the pasta on his plate, looking up at me. His amber eyes reflected the flicker of one of the candles he lit in the room. His suit was nice, and his tie had to be made of silk. I tried to be lady like, but when you're wearing an oversized hoodie and pajama pant
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WARNING! Bloody and swearing. It's Romano. What'd you expect? xD. That's all~!
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You bent forward to check the cabinet again. ''Nope. Still empty.'' You turned around to look at the group,
who looked at you, obviously feeling uncomfortable. ''Who's turn was it to get supplies?''
''WHOSE FUCKING TURN WAS IT!?!''
You slammed your fist on the metal table, causing few men to flinch. Eventually, a hand raised in the air. ''...Ben.'' Your cold voice said. You walked towards him. ''I tought I made my point clear two weeks ago?'' You said, standing in front of him, emotionless. ''Well, you see...'' Without listening, you punched him in the face, hearing a satisfying crack. You wiped his blood off on his jacket. ''I also made clear I don't like excuses.''
Turning back to the group, you pointed at some of your friends. ''Sharon, Sebastian, James. Go out and get supplies. Take care of Ben. If we ever want to stop the mafia from taking over t
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There she was.
The beautiful girl at the bar dressed in black stilettos with crimson soles and a white dress.Her bangs framing her face perfectly,her hair tied in a feminine ponytail.
It didn't seem to fit her at all.
She had broadened shoulders and narrow eyes making her look like she was glaring all the time.Those sharp _______ irises probing into the wall before her as if she was trying to shatter it.She crossed her legs resting her elbow on the table with her hand cradling her chin.I walked toward this captivating girl wondering what she was doing at a welcoming party for suitors in need of a betrothed.She looked magnificent though despite her dress.Her figure,her eyes,Her height,especially the intimidating look she flashed unconsciously when the bartender came to take her order.Her face was practically the embodiment of beauty.I didn't see why all the suitors neglected her.
Gentle breeze from the city night, circulate streets with faith and love.
Calling out for you, reaching o
NekoRomanoXNekoReader .:Pt 1:.NEKOTALIA: If the World Was All About CatsMore Like This
Neko!RomanoXNeko!Reader story by ErinLovesXigbar
"Ve-nyaa~! Fratello, come play with me!" Said a cream-colored cat with large brown patches on him, pouncing on a cat looking similar to him.
"Gaah! Dammit Feli, I was sleeping!" said the other cat angrily, swatting at him with his paw and hissing.
"But but Romano~ I wanna play " Feliciano said. He started rolling around on the ground next to his brother.
"Go play with that Japanese guy's cat, or your potato bastard friend. Just leave me be." As he settled back to his sunny spot on the sidewalk, his ears perked up to the sound of humans talking coming from next door. "Meow?"
"Ve-nyaa~, there's new humans moving in!" Feliciano shouted out happily, looking through a hole in the fence.
"Keep your voice down, or they'll hear you." Pushing his brother aside, Romano looked through the hole in the fence and saw some humans moving large, heavy boxes. One of the humans t
Nekotalia!FACExKitten!Reader Squeezing through a small crack in the wooden fence, you limped onto another's backyard. The grass was cool and damp underneath your paws with the morning's dew and the sun had yet to raise completely over the forestry.More Like This
Glancing around the person's backyard, you hoped to find no signs of dogs or abusive persons living in this house. As you continued your short trek, you found yourself climbing up wooden stairs on a deck, laying down as the fresh rays of the sun hitting your mangy (h/c) fur.
Hopefully, you had found a good spot to not be seen, just somewhere where you could lay down and sleep in the hopes of keeping safe. Usually the bigger animals couldn't get to the backs of person's homes.
Only now did your stomach knot in unbearable hunger and your body simply welcoming the sleep you so desperately needed. You hadn't gotten sleep for a couple of days, worried about bigger animals killing you.
The back door of the person's home opened up, fear clenc
Neko!AmericaxNeko!Reader - Too Freakin' Cute~ / P1Today was a rainy day--dark, an occasional rumble of thunder, the constant, soothing pitter-patter of rain up the windowpanes... Ah, lovely. Absolutely lovely.More Like This
And, to make it all the more lovely, you had Americat, your housemate and best friend, to share it with. Of course, Alfred was also there, and with him, Tony, but what did they matter? Especially Tony? All he did was play horror video games and walk around saying... well, obscene things. Over and over again which, amazingly, Alfred could somehow translate into English. Somehow.
Anywho, you were all groomed and preened and absolutely, perfectly set to spend the entire day laying here on the cushioned windowsille, the rain but a foot and a pane of glass away--you already on your tummy and kneading your paws into the red velvet beneath you to make it utterly perfect--, when Americat, in all his puffy, strutting glory came jumping up beside you, his signature grin all over his face, big, dark tail waving to and fro.
"Yo, dudette, mi
Hetalia Nekotalia Neko!Romano X Neko!ReaderYou sat in the corner all by yourself. Then you saw a cat coming towards you! It was a dark brown cat with brown eyes and a weird curl sticking out of the side of his head.More Like This
You tried not to laugh so you kept it in and mentally laughed.
He stopped in the middle of walking to you and he looked back to a cat with green eyes and white fur with some brown patches. The other cat motioned him to go on.
The cat that was walking towards you rolled his eyes and continued walking. When he got to you, you both stared into each others eyes.
His eyes had anger and irritation in them, but they had a little bit of kindness in them too.
"C-ciao bella... Im Romano Cat. So look,", he said with more confidence," You are gonna come eat with me tonight. No questions." he said.
Before you could say a word, he walked back to the other cat and you were pretty sure he said some bad words to him in... Italian?
You didn't notice it, but you were blushing. You would have said yes anyways. He didn't have to force y
Hetalia Fanfic 5) Iceland XShy!Reader - SnowflakesMore Like This
Iceland X Shy! Reader - Snowflakes
"No I think YOU have a cuter accent!"
"No way YOURS is cuter!"
What happened to those days?
"HEY _________? WHERE ARE YOU?"
It was the yearly Christmas carnival that was held in your home city, one of your favourite times of the year; you met up with all your friends, and you and them called yourselves "The Nordics", as each member was from a nordic country of Europe, which made you feel lucky to have such unusual yet amazing friends, even if you were the only girl...
But something had changed since the Christmas carnival last year....
It turned out as a small crush at first, but now it had become true love to you. You held a flame for your friend, believed to be called 'Emil Steilsson', otherwise referred to as Iceland (no one really knew his name, it was even rumoured that he made up the name in which he tells everybody, even you, his closest friend, didn't know w
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He walks away, hands jammed into his pockets, boiling in his own pot of irritation.
Today had been a perfectly fine day until Antonio started kidding around too much. He went so far as to pull the curl, despite the amount of times he's told him not to.
"Hey, come back! I was only playing around!" Antonio calls.
"Shut up, damn jerk!" he shouts back, still walking away. Antonio looks over at Gilbert, who just tells Antonio to leave him alone; Lovino walks faster, face searing hot.
"Stupid jerk, always playing around…how about I annoy him…? Stupid jerk wouldn't like that."
Lovino focuses on the ground, not paying much attention to the world around him, for he is busy dealing with his own to be concerned with anyone else's problems. His feet walk on their own for quite some time, and when he stops to take in his surroundings, he realizes that he's reached the edge of the town.
Dusk has begun to blanket the afternoon sky. He sighs and watches as a bus passes on the r
IcelandXBlind!Reader: Blind, Brave and Beautiful(Iceland's P.O.V is maintained through out the story.)More Like This
After some encouragement from Norway, I called (Name) and asked if she wanted to meet me by the lake this evening. She's been out of the hospital for only a day, but agreed to meet me there. Because of the accident, (Name) can't see anymore.
It was scary, seeing her the first time, because when I spoke to her as she lay in the hospital bed, her gaze never directly met mine. It always seemed that she was looking beyond this world, into another one. Her eyes had paled and dulled. Yet, somehow, she still managed to keep her beauty. (Name) is beautiful. I've always thought that about her.
I plan to tell her how I feel today, because I've waited far too long.
I could've lost her that day and I'm thankful I still have her.
I adjust my collar constantly: for the first time ever it's actually bugging me. I sit on the sturdy wooden dock that comes out a few me
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 11More Like This
Your feet begin to get very cold.
You look down at them. Your toes are a deep pink from contact with the icy snow. You scrunch them up and unfurl them again, getting the blood flowing. You wiggle them, enjoying the sensation of the snow getting caught between them and falling off again. You smile to yourself, feeling completely like a kid.
You then realize something.
Your feet are bare.
If he’s going to have you ice skate, how is Jack expecting you to do so without any…well…skates?
“Here we go!” you hear Jack say. You direct your attention to him. He gets up and turns around, smiling wide, obviously wholly satisfied with himself. Staff in one hand, he’s holding something out to you using the thumb and first two fingers of the other. “All done!”
No way, you think.
You walk towards him to get a better look.
Your jaw drops. Your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.
He’s proudly handing you a pair of ice skates. But these
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
PrussiaxReader .:Sally's Song:.More Like This
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
"Gil, if you would just listen to me for a second," you pleaded, grabbing the Albino's arm. He pulled away from you, crossed his arms defensively, and turned his back to you.
"No, I've already heard enough. Stop vasting my time!" he shouted. At that, he began to walk away.
"But Gil, I really think this is a bad idea! Elizabeta is my best friend! I know these things! I don't think this is going to turn out the way you want it," you protested, following him.
"And you know vhat I zhink? I zhink you're jealous!" Gilbert accused, turning to look at you again, fury burning in his crimson eyes.
"Jealous!? Why would you say something like that!? You and Elizabeta are my best friends in the whole world. I only want what's best for you!" you sho
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“You know, I realized that what I thought to myself a few weeks ago had been right,” Gilbert said to you as you sat on top of his bed, looking through his photo album that contained pictures of the both of you when you were smaller.
You looked up at him to where he was sitting at his desk with his chair turned around so that he was facing you. “What was it?”
It was the day before the last day of school, and since no homework had been given, you decided to visit Gilbert’s apartment to spend most of the afternoon there. Between the time when you had yelled at him and now, you had showed him your house and he got the chance to meet your parents once again. You saved his phone number in case you ever wanted to call him, and he received yours as well. However, you didn’t tell your parents about the fact that he had been the one who had bullied you, since you didn’t need a happy reunion to be shattered because of this secret you decided to keep.
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
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
Hetalia x Reader Phantom of the Opera 5More Like This
Francis made his way through the crowd that had gathered outside the opera house, clutching the morning newspaper in his left hand. He could hear the excited chatter of the people that ambled past the theater and it revolved around Miss _____s disappearance, as he had predicted. He couldnt help but smile as he pushed past the ornate double doors, thinking to himself how deliciously fast rumors had spread and all the attention they were bringing to his opera house. He entered the grandiose lobby, seeing that it was empty save for a few ushers by the doorway and some maids that were scrubbing at the tiles. The manager handed an usher his cane and top hat and waited as the other removed his coat. He commented on the news, more to his own amusement than to anyone elses.
Mystery at the gala night, it says,
Mystery of sopranos flight.
Mystified, all the papers say,
We are mystified. We suspect foul pl
Fairy Lord!FrancexReader Part twoFairy Lord!FrancexReaderMore Like This
Francis hummed to himself as he walked along the forest paths. You stared up at him, afraid.
You were his new pet. There were several different ways to take that. Most of them you didn't want to think about. He looked down and smirked, like he could tell what you were thinking.
"What shall we do first?"
You blushed and scowled, trying once again to wiggle out of his grip. Yet again you failed, he was to strong. His translucent wings fluttered behind him, making silvery trails through the air.
"Um how about we.....let me go home?"
Francis rolled his eyes and sighed.
"You don't get to go home until after we have some fun." He paused and grinned wickedly. "But after that, you won't want go home."
You face flushed red and your scowl grew.
The next several minutes were spent in silence. Francis would glance at you every now and then, smirking. You ignored him, studying your surroundings.
"Zere is my cas
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A distasteful phrase, and one that surly hadn't been used seriously scince the 18th century.
Yet here it was, showing it's butt-ugly face in your house. That's right, your mother had gotten the brilliant idea to sign you up for an online match-making website. And now she was talking about arranged marriage.
You glared at the picture of the man who was to be your husband.
Not only was he extremely pompous looking (and slightly ugly), but he was also older than you. Like at least ten to fifteen years older.
You felt your temper flare. It was the frickin' twenty-first century!! Arranged marriages barely happened.
As you gazed at the woods that stood just beyond your backyard, an evil though crossed your mind.
'Maybe if I run away, maybe my mother will get the message.'
Hopping off your bed, you slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Making sure your mother was occupied, you
Commission Info!More Like This
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HannibalI have found myself watching Hannibal and I thank god above that I have a strong stomach.More Like This
This is a hauntingly brilliant show with little to no funny moments and an intensely set mood.
Goriest show I have ever seen in my whole life.
Realistic gore- and trust me, I've seen enough tv with these news and actual injury (not to mention surgery) shows to know what looks real.
Gorey ness aside, the show keeps you on edge and an avid interest.
I'd only suggest it for those who have an IMMENSELY strong stomach otherwise you will not be able to handle it.
Anyone else watch this amazing show?
eh hemso i just realized how absolutely amazing it is to have my watchersMore Like This
people who admire me, or admire my abilities
and also people who know my characters, or who are a fan of my characters
and give them just as much love as they do me
thank you everyone
thank you dearly.
30 Days Adoptable Theme Challenge30 Days ADOPTABLE THEME CHALLENGEMore Like This
Rules are few and simple, so don't hesitate to get involved and have fun!
30 Days ADOPTABLE THEME CHALLENGE
1. Submit only original works.
2. Bases are allowed; just make sure to give credit where credit is due.
3. The title must say "#. [theme of the day]" (i.e. "1. Cooking") and add in the description a link to this journal and a link to Adoptapedia.
4. You can start anytime, and you don't have to submit one a day.
5. Submit your finished works to the group folder.
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hello watchers!So like, I guess I haven't done one of these in forever, if ever?More Like This
It'll be a little intro for my new watchers, or people who want to know me LOL?
I'd appreciate if you read it if you haven't been watching me for at least a year and a half. o v o
Most my watchers know me if they've watched me for longer.
I'm Midna. I talk a lot.
I'm female, and I'm a huge Zelda fan-- I got my name from being part of a Zelda group on neopets years ago, and that just became my nickname.
A lot of people think it's my real name. X3
If you don't know me that well you can call me Translucentrainbow, or TR, or something of the sort.
I don't mind if you call me Midna either, but please keep in mind that this doesn't give you automatic or exclusive rights to my friendship (I'm only mentioning this because people in the past have thought just because they get to call me Midna, that it makes us friends) .
Despite what I've just said, I usually like to make friends... but please, I'm quite
I'll Update Under One Condition...Hi. As some of you noticed, I have not been on lately. I apologize for all of this. It is simply because I have been focusing on my original works rather than my fanfictions. I am really really fucking sorry for the lack of updates and etc. So, I would like to take this time to pray for the victims of Typhoon Yolanda/Haiyan.More Like This
As some of you may have heard, the biggest typhoon in the history of the world has hit Philippines. It is my country, my homeland, my own soil. I pray for all the victims of the typhoon especially those who live in Bohol, who had just experienced an earthquake this October, Cebu, Leyte, Samar and the entire Visayas region.
My Watchers, this typhoon practically beat Hurricane SANDY with the wind pressure. It is simply horrifying to be in the middle of that storm. There was no electricity for at least a week. All communications were lost. No cellphone calls and everything. Can you imagine that? What if you had relatives whom you loved living there, and you can't ask
hi i'm back + traditional art + adviceI was only gone for like a few daysMore Like This
I just needed to start feeling a bit better before I was posting and stuff.
Take a few pictures
Sorry for crappy quality. If i ever get a chance, I will try to upload these properly.
Also, for some advice question thing
what do you do when you know someone is blatantly lying or fibbing, coming up with stories
and you can tell but have no evidence and don't want to just tell them not to lie
what do you do??
out of all the things I hate, I think I hate it most when people are not honest with me, or just aren't straightforward ( like when people try to beat around the bush or avoid saying something in specific and make up a ton of excuses first )
I like people for who they are, not for who they aren't-- and when I found out there are things that are not true, I lose faith in those people
or just have completely different feelings about them...
I had one friend I believed faithfully, until I was told by our other best
art related stuffOk so on account of the fact I always write super long journals, I'm just going to try to make this short and brief, and hopefully I'll get down everything I want to say.More Like This
So basically what this is all about is about an idea I had: I was thinking of starting this drawing "course" thing-- where people can come watch my join.me, and I'll be teaching certain art things like color wheel, shading, things like that. So basically stuff that you will eventually end up learning in art classes anyway, but may need a review on, or weren't ever able to learn, or whatever the case.
Personally, I think that If I had known those basic things when I was younger, or even a few years ago, I would have improved so much more than I already have-- and now that I understand them at least fairly well (i'm not saying i'm perfect) I can try new or more challenging things, and that's sort of the same feeling I want to instill in others throughout the "program".
Eventually I will be teaching more things, possibly
character asksComment here with questions for my OCs, and I'll answer with images-- errrrr they'll answer.More Like This
just write like "Hey _____" then ask your question.
Ask as many as you like but please only one comment at a time-- so if you want to ask a second question, do a new comment.
you can ask two ocs at once.
you can ask whatever questions you like.
hopefully this will be fun ; w ;
Jk i won't draw all of them LOL
as much as I wanted to, I got WAY more than anticipated. You guys can ask as many questions as you like though now, because I will be responding via text.
By the way, I did manage to get through some of the asks, but yeah...
SO ASK AWAY AGAIN PEOPLE if you have more questions
RomaniaxReader - Just a TasteVladimir kicked the back of his friend’s chair. He was extremely bored, and wanted attention. All he could see was (h/l), (h/c) hair, which then moved. He leaned forward and kicked again, and was face-to-face with the girl, (e/c) staring into his red ones.More Like This
“You smell nice.” She glared and groaned, turning back around. “No, seriously, give me attention. I’m bored over here.” She hesitated, but then turned around sharply and pointed at finger at him.
“Vladimir, I swear, you get me in trouble again, and I’ll rip your head off.” He grinned and licked his lips. Smirking, she relaxed, unable to really be angry with him. He played with her hair, twirling it around on his finger.
His breath hitched in his throat and he tilted his head, saliva filling in his mouth. “Vreau să te gust…” Her head snapped up from looking at her lap, and she raised an eyebrow. Shaking his head, he swallowed and smiled. “I said I
Kiss with a fistMore Like This
You hit me once I hit you back, you gave a kick, I gave a slap...
"If you would stop drinking for one second you'd see your brother is my friend not my lover you, you idiot!!!"You yelled at your drunken boyfriend.
Allistor growled "Please, don't give that! I saw you two! You sat there flirting with him for 3 hours!"
"So what I can't talk to a man without it being this huge thing!!!"You said punching his arm.
"Not when it involves whoring around with my little brother!!!"He yelled.
You smashed a plate over my head then I set fire to our bed...
"You drunk jerk! Who the hell do you think you calling me a whore?! You're the one who can't go an hour without flirting with 20 women!!!"you yelled getting in his face, his jade green eyes flickering with anger, your (e/c) ones reflecting it, your breaths mingling, your grabbed the collar of his shirt ,he grabbed a fist full of (h/c) hair and your lips met.
You hit me once I hit you back, you gave a kick, and I gave a slap...
"I'm not a flirt, ye
Nyo!BelarusxReader: Love is an ObsessionMore Like This
Nervously you ran your fingers through your hair, trying to make it how you wanted it took look. Biting your lower lip nervously you looked at yourself in the mirror.
‘Well,’ you thought, ‘this is as good as it’s gonna get…’
Tonight was going to be your first date since the break up and you wanted everything to go smoothly. Alfred was a really sweet guy, not to mention good looking and quite strong.
You told yourself this was going to be good for you. Your last relationship ended with your couch being stabbed open and your door getting a few new holes in it from where your ex-boyfriend had tried to break in.
Nikolai was a great guy, you admitted to yourself silently, but he was way too obsessive. He’d text you when he wasn’t with you. He’d call every morning after you got up and every night before you went to bed. For the first few months you thought it was sweet. After a while, however, it was annoying.
You had decided to break it
Two steps forward (Male!BelarusXReader) RQThe bass drum that reverberated throughout the dimly lit, smokey room that made your chest vibrate and made your heartbeat feel ten times stronger as it was led by the intoxicating music. You grinned and stared at the musicians with earnest admiration, whilst Nikolai had his eyes narrowed. He didn’t like the way you were staring at those other men with such well, love he supposed. Though you didn’t feel love for the drummer even if he sent your body into a frenzy, nor the brass that made your hips move with such enthusiasm.More Like This
The Belarusian’s dark pools of sapphire never left your form, though he badly wanted to glare at those whose attention you’d attracted. With a scowl he placed his hands around your waist to signify that he was your chosen partner. Even if he was the one that had chosen you.
Leaning back against his chest and swinging your hips to the boogie, you smiled radiantly at him. That angelic smile of yours, immediately made his worries melt away and h
Since you keep losing it...Reader x RussiaIt was nothing more than a normal day in the Summit meeting room and with a fairly peaceful meeting taking place, it was actually quite boring. Everyone just talked about how well their countries were fairing against the latest issue at hand and they all actually got along and patiently listened to each other and followed specific timed guidelines in an order; in other words……boring as hell.More Like This
You were practically falling asleep in your chair, and you never slept, you made sure of that since you didn't like it when any sign of weakness seeped through your unbinding wall of nerves. But this time the lack of chaos and entertainment and constant whisper of mellow well thought out plans made your brain just want to shut down. But that's what happens when the rowdy ones, America, England, France, and somehow Italy all end up catching a cold at the same time and so happen to miss the meeting because of it.
Yeah, it was tiring, and now you could have sworn that your head was swimming in the clo
Awkward fail"Ve please (Name), can you do that for me" your bubbly Italian friend asked.More Like This
"Does Germany know about this Italy?" You asked looking a a box filled with seven tiny fluff balls that where kittens.
" No (Name)! I-a didn't... Please don't tell him that Pokey had kittens I don't know what he would do and you know what they said about the Germans!!!" Italy cried out to you well wrapping himself around your waist.
"Ok, ok Italy I will gender all of Pokey's kittens so that you can sell them. Will that work for you?" You asked as you basically ripped the Italian off you.
"Ve that would-a be-a perfect!!! I am going to go make Pasta at my house and I will make you some to (Name) to thank you for doing this!" Italy said as he ran out if the house.
LE AWESOME TIME SKIP!!!!!!!!
You sat at your desk you knew that five of the kittens where girls and one was a boy but then there was your greatest challenge, a tiny orange tabby. 15 minutes had gone by and you still couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl
Ireland x Reader: Kiss Me I'm Ireland“Please!”More Like This
It had been going on like that all day. Why did they have to have a world meeting on St. Patrick’s Day anyways? Because of it, Ireland had been trying to get you to kiss me since he is Irish. You had tried to avoid him but he was following you like a lost puppy and it was kind of getting annoying now.
“_(f/n)_, please. Why won’t you just kiss me?” he pleaded with you as he caught your wrist.
“Why do I have to?” you retorted at him, trying to break his grip.
“Because I’m Ireland!” he replied with a wide grin.
“Not happening,” you replied as you took your seat in the conference room and he unfortunately decided to sit by you.
~~Timeskip of Time~~
“Please _(f/n)_,” he pleaded once more as you walked to the car in the middle of the night, when the meeting ended.
“Why can’t you take n