I Need To Thank My FriendMore Like This
Italy x Reader
I Must Remember To Thank My Friend
A/N Hi! Yeeeah, I'm putting a piece of writing up for the first time other than a journal entry. I'm sorry for all that you (the probably fictional reader) are about to experience. Side effects of this story include tearing your hair out at the blatant horrible writing, ripping out your eyes due to lack of developed plot or just plain self-combustion. You have been warned.
Just a little note about what abbreviations there are in this:
(Y/N) = Your name. (You know, if you're completely new to the business of reading reader inserts. If you are I advise reading something else.)
(S/C) = Skin colour. (I’ve ran out of ways to address you, dear reader)
(E/C) = Eye colour.
(F/C) = Favourite colour.
(H/C) = Hair colour.
That was (Y/N)’s head against her desk. She’d fallen asleep whilst watching Hetalia again, her head leaning on her (S/C) hand, when it had slipped off.
Causing her new found headach
Crys Girls: Cry X Reader Part 11 [FINAL]Cry's Girl:Cry X ReaderMore Like This
It had been a few weeks since you first appeared on the stream with the late night crew. You soon became part of the regular crew and the fans loved to see you on the stream. People were always excited to hear you and Cry making jokes with each other and they would always want to hear about how things were going between you. You had finally gotten used to the fact that everyone knew who you were, well at least a part of you, the side that you didn't show the internet was still kept between you and Ryan.
Your Youtube channel had really taken off and you we starting to post regular videos on there, you even had your own name for your fans which you called (Fandom name). You couldn't believe how much your life had hanged in such a short amount of time. It was as if you were dreaming. You managed to quit your job at the art shop, you were a little sad since it was a nice place but the look on your bosses face when you
.:Savior:. Cry X ReaderQuietly, I cried, laying on the cold, unforgiving dirt, which was turning to mud, due to the rain. I shakily turned my head to look at the man standing above me. I struggled to keep my eyes open, as the pain from my arm (or at least where my arm once was) grew worse and worse. Cautiously, the man knelt next to me and looked over my wound.More Like This
"Are you okay, friend?" he asked in an all too familiar voice. I examined him further. He was wearing a mask, which was odd, and had brown hair. I flinched when he went to stroke my blood-stained, dirty (h/c) hair. Slowly, I shook my head. "What happened?"
"..." I tried to tell him. I tried to tell him how my father went crazy and cut my arm off with his chainsaw, then ditched me in the woods near our house after my mother had died. "I-it hurts..." Was all I was able to manage to choke out. He nodded understandingly.
"My name is Ryan. Can you tell me yours?" Ryan said. I could see he was trying to comfort me. My vision began to blur,
Forever Mine (Cry x Reader)"Bye, Stephanie!!!" You say, waving your best friend off.More Like This
you began to walk in the opposite direction, to get home. As you walked, you began to hum. You hummed the tune to *Cry's love song he posted awhile back. You began to sing out the lyrics to the odd song.
"~love! It is so far away. Oh what can I say, about love? Ooooooh, love! It's got four let-" you stopped singing and looked down wide eyed.
A tiny white creature with no arms sat on the ground, looking very sad.
It looked up at you. You'd recognize that lil poker face anywhere.
"sup guy." You say again. "What are you doing here?"
you kneel down and scoop him up. You noticed he was tired, weak, and hurt.
"aw, come home with me, I'll help you." You say as you continue walking home.
* * *
"mom?" You say opening the front door. "Dad?"
"they must still be at work...."
you closed the door and took off your shoes and backpack, before setting sup guy down on the kitchen table.
you opened a random cupboard. "Now....
Just Call my Name [Canada X Reader]World War II. Your country is in the verge of falling. But luckily, you had shot the las pt mas standing on the battle field. But alas, you had a gunshot just beside your heart. You knew you were going to die. No doubt about that. You just wished you could see him, one last time.More Like This
Fresh tears rolled down your cheek as you looked around. Dead, bloodied bodies were scattered everywhere of your comrades and enemies. None were breathing except you, and even yours started to weaken.
All you could think about now, was Matthew. And how you really wished for him to be here. But in your situation, it seemed impossible. He didnt even know where you were or if you were in trouble or not.
Your vision started to blur as more blood made its way out of your chest. You fell to the ground, clutching your bleeding wound.
In the other side of the world, a man with blonde hand, clutched his bleeding arm as he turned around to face the field of soldiers infront of him.on the ground, lay lif