Best Friend!Sweden X Lesbian!Reader No DifferenceMore Like This
“I’m a freak,” you murmured so quietly he could barely hear you. He turned to you for a moment, watching the tears silently drip down your cheek, and then back to the view of the sunset from the roof of your house. Orange and pink hues melded with blue and grey as the night sky slowly overtook the day.
"Yer parents ‘r wrong.” Berwald firmly said. You turned to him, almost desperate, eyes wide. “That’s not true! I am a freak.” You insisted, huddling your legs closer to your chest, and you looked back down, a sob escaping your lips.
“’S not a crime,” he retorted adamantly, blue eyes cold behind black glasses.
“Berwald,” you said, turning to look at him, “I like...I like girls. I’m—something’s wrong with me.” Your eyes met with his, and his gaze was so intense that you couldn’t help but look away. You bit your lip so that you wouldn’t sob again, and he saw your ch
Russia x ReaderMore Like This
You sat in front of an empty canvas, trying to think of what to draw. Perhaps a random family? Or maybe of a bowl of fruit? No, practically everyone did that. You then looked to your left, looking out the small window next to you. Your eyes wandered the outside view, looking for some means of inspiration. There! You spot a small patch of sunflowers that you neighbors owned. Perfect. You picked up a rather small paintbrush, and opened some paint, and began working on your future masterpiece. Once it was done, you planned to have it sold in a small store down the street. Who's owner was nice enough to let you advertise your art there.
With one final stroke, you were done. The sunflower you had painted, was beautiful and it glowed with such a wonderful radiance. The painting gave off a feel of warmth and happiness, something you hadn't experienced in a long time. It reminded you of when your parents were still alive, which was only a
Italy x Reader- The War was in ColorMore Like This
I see you've found a box of my things -
Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings.
These old pictures are cool. Tell me some stories
Was it like the old war movies?
Sit down son. Let me fill you in
Where to begin? Let's start with the end
This black and white photo don't capture the skin
From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson
The war was in color
The room you resided in muttered not a word as you lay on the carpeted floor, your arms and legs sprawled out across the surface under you. Shifting your head so you were looking at the pile of half filled boxes of antiques, old crafts you had made when you were smaller, and other precious memories you didn't quite care to remember, you sighed. Just the thought of all the things you had organized and went through made your brain hurt.
You just couldn't get the thought of moving away through your head.
Ever since you were told that your mother and you had to move away to a differ
Jealous! (Nanase Haruka x Male!Reader)More Like This
Full Title: Jealous! (Nanase Haruka x Male!Reader) Sequel to Beach Time Accident
Ever since “the beach incident” as the swim team had dubbed it, you and Haruka had started dating. You were still getting used to having a boyfriend and got flustered easily by Haruka’s shows of affection. Makoto liked to tease you about it and sometimes got a little intimate with you just so you would freak out. Haruka was never happy when this happened though and always put an end to it as soon as he noticed.
You had recently joined the newspaper club to be a journalist. Today you were going to Samezuka Academy to interview the swim team about the upcoming swim meet between Iwatobi and Samezuka. Haruka had given you a long talk about how you had to be careful around the Samezuka swim team members, to which you rolled your eyes and nodded tiredly. The rest of the Iwatobi swim team was going to go over to Samezuka and see you when practice was done for them. (Haru really doesn
Beach Time Accident (Nanase Haruka x Male!Reader)More Like This
Swim practice had just ended, but a certain (f/c) striped swimsuit clad male still continued to swim. Although he did enjoy being on the swim team, he wasn’t really into it for winning or getting the best time. To him, there was no feeling like swimming through the water and just letting it embrace you, knowing it won’t let you sink. Who am I talking about? (M/n) of course! (M/n) was so into his swimming that he didn’t notice a certain pair of ocean blue eyes watching his form from the other side of the pool. Your (h/c) hair was hidden under a dark (f/c) swim cap but Haruka could perfectly imagine your soft locks.
Another long day at swim practice. You thought a bit tiredly. Don’t get me wrong, you could never get tired of the water, but your muscles were a bit sore from using them too much. You decided that it was time for you to take a rest and go shower. You pulled yourself out of the water and slid your tinted goggles off of your face, reve
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Hero's Reward|More Like This
"S-shit." You curse, as your pupils dilated. A bent over figure had brought it's mouth to a corpse that was once a friend of yours, it's teeth harshly ripping into the person's flesh as a ruby colored crimson spilled from it, it's mouth unrelenting. You didn't dare move, in fear that if you did, it would sense you and devour you as well. You brought a hand to your mouth, in hopes of concealing any noises. For a long dreadful moment, the ghoul froze, before slowly turning it's head in your direction.
The hand over your mouth wasn't enough to conceal the shrilling shriek that left your lips, as you darted from your spot in the dark alleyway towards any signs of light. You could hear the monster running behind you, and you picked up your pace as fast as you possibly could - your shoes hitting the concrete harshly, and most likely destroying them for good. Not that it mattered if this beast killed you, anyways.
'I need to get to a place with people, it surely wouldn't attack so out in
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Weakling|More Like This
A/N: Warning, there's violence in this story, although not described in great detail. Read at your own risk.
Your muscles screamed in agony as you continued to scrubbed the floor underneath of you. Your nose was scrunched up, even the mask covering your nose was useless as this point. The stench of human blood, while some ghouls found it incredibly alluring, you thought in this case it smelled quite disgusting. You were going to get this done, even if it wasn't assigned to your list of chores.
"(Name), what are you doing? Do you want to get killed? If Ayato sees this-"
"Calm down, Banjou." You interrupted his hushed whisper, as a small smile that reflected your hope grew on your face. Banjou blinked a few times, his mouth agape. He only had one thought, how the hell could you be smiling in such an awful situation? It was a clear memory, the day Aogiri Tree came to your ward. You were vastly overpowered, before being captured as hostages and placed under Ayato Kirishima's comma