Germany X Reader ~Adoption: Chapter 9~~~Luds P.O.V~~More Like This
Every since that day that he kissed you, Lud knew that you going to your own room, and not listening to him was his own fault... He knew you were trying to make it normal... but having you be so distant from him physically and emotionally was too much... He really couldn’t stand it.
Dealing with it through the years, he sighed as you turned 18 and his worry only spiked when you started having boyfriends. Like any father, the German man was very protective, but it hurt to see you kissing others... to see you letting others hold you... He was slowly losing it even though he knew you were trying to forget that horrible moment with him kissing you.
Since you were no longer attached to him, Ludwig had decided it’d be best if he started fully working again.
Yes... He used to be a very high ranking assassin with Gilbert... They were the top men to call. Honestly, you were just a mission that he had been
Norway x Reader - Morning CoffeeMore Like This
The pleasant chime of the bell that reached your ears signified a customer entering the café, and guarding your eyes against the bright sunshine of the morning that managed to infiltrate the quaint little shop, you were graced with the sight of Lukas' familiar, stoic face.
“Let me guess,” you mused as he approached the counter, “A black coffee with a dash of sugar and cream along with a slice of lemon bread?”
“Hm.” As usual, Lukas only made a small hum that could only mean yes before turning around, making his way towards his usual seat in the corner of the café.
Biting back a smile, you turned, quickly grabbing the proper ingredients to prepare his coffee.
Lukas was a usual customer at the café you worked at; he first arrived a few weeks after you’d gotten the job, and ever since then, he arrived every single morning at 8 o’clock sharp with the same order.
A black coffee with a dash of sugar and cream along with a sl
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - IcelandMore Like This
Room 220 was only a couple of doors down from your room, so it only took you a few steps to actually get to his room. He was a friend of yours who tried to help you out from time to time. His coolness would certainly help you calm down even just a little bit. Though there was a problem, he could be a little stiff when you tried to show friendly affection towards him or told him just to call you (nickname).
But there was no turning back now as you knocked on the door a couple of times. You waited hearing muffled footsteps on the ground before the door slowly creaked open. Emil stood in the doorway rubbing his eye. He was wearing a plain white shirt with a black knitted jumper thrown on top and green pants. He gave out a yawn before looking you in the eyes.
“Hey Emil,” you gave a small wave, your voice slightly cracking.
“_____,” Emil yawned again. “What are you, what are you doing here? It’s two in the morning or has jetlag gotten
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - NorwayMore Like This
You knew exactly who to go to, after all he had told you a few times about how he use to comfort his younger brother when he had a nightmare, so maybe he’d do the same with you. All you had to do now was find room 217 and ask him in your awkward way. Yeah, you were sure that it was bound to work.
You finally found the room and knocked on the door, knowing that he’d answer it almost right away, although he may seem a little cranky. Just like you had predicted Lukas opened the door. He’d didn’t look tired as those blank blue eyes stared at you. You noticed that a ‘coffee time’ shirt with two cups filled with coffee brofisting each other and black pants. You wanted to comment on his amusing shirt but decided that now wasn’t the time.
“Hey Lukas,” you said sheepishly.
“_____,” Lukas said in his famous monotone voice. “What can I help you with?”
“Eh?” You asked slightly cock
HetaliaxReader - Need A Hug? - NetherlandsMore Like This
He was on the next floor up at the end of the hall in room 231. You had a feeling he would help you and if he didn’t you could always go to his little sister, she always helped you out. But as you ran up the stars you hoped that he would help you. You were gasping by the time you had reached his room. Your hand knocked on the door quickly, making it sound like you were urgent. You were just hoping you didn’t wake anyone else up in the process.
You could hear slow footsteps from inside before the door creaked open. Two green orbs could be seen staring at you through the darkness. Upon seeing your face the door opened.
“_____, what are you doing here?” Asked a slightly disgruntled voice.
The light from the hallway flooded inside the room revealing a slightly annoyed Tim. His usually spiked up gravity-defying hair was now let loose, framing his face perfectly, making his features seem softer than usual. He wore simple orange pyjamas. His famous
7 Minutes in a Sucky French HeavenMore Like This
Chapter Summary: You have seven minutes to make love to Francis Bonnefoy. What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Sexual themes, coarse language, references to alcohol and sex, consent issues
~French Love Sucks~
Before I get to the part of the story where you’re in a cramped closet sucking face with Francis Bonnefoy, I should take the time to explain how you actually got there. Not that it’s even relevant-- you, the reader, are just here for the kissing part. Maybe sex. Is there sex in this? I’m not sure, but I still have to tell the exposition. It makes the story seem less like a cheap way to gain
notability in the reader insert world.
Anyways, this whole ordeal started at Mia’s party. Mia was well known around your school for being a general slut. One could not capture a proper mate without Mia stepping in to claim him or her as her own. Indeed, she has stolen several boy/girlfriends from a many unsuspecting girl/boy and added the
How It Really Happened - EnglandxReader"Nope."More Like This
"Even more terrible-er."
"Terrible-er isn't a word, love." Arthur said as he came into the room and found his girlfriend staring furiously at her laptop's screen. "What are you doing?"
________ sighed, before closing her laptop and setting it to the side. "You know how Japan made that anime and manga series a while back, about all of us? You know, the countries personified as people?"
"And you know how it's gotten oddly popular, despite the fact that each episode is only like, five minutes long and the manga is kind of hard to follow?"
"And you know about that website I like, Deviantart?"
"Where are you going with this?"
"Be patient, will you?" ________ rolled her eyes, making a small 'tsk' noise. "And you know how all of the countries have like, insane fangirls and some fanboys too?"
"...Yes." Arthur grumbled. He wasn't too fond of the fangirls. For whatever reason, they kept seeing his hateful relationship with
Germany x Reader : Love SomebodyMore Like This
I danced around the living room listening to my favorite song.
"If I fall for you I'll never recover. If I fall for you i'll never be the same ~"I heard Germany swear and then he started shouting.
"Damn it _____! Turn down your shiza music! I'm trying to vork!" So I did with any sensible person would do I turned it up! Then I heard Germany stomp loudly into the room.
"I thought I told you to turn it down ___!" But I just kept dancing.
"_____! Stop ignoring me!" So I began to dance over to where Ludwig was standing. I wrapped my arms around his waist and I laid my head into his chest. Then I began to sing.
"I really want to love somebody. I really want to dance the night away. I know where only halfway there but you take me all the way, take me all the waay" then Germany whispered something in my ear.
"Hm"I asked looking up into his sparkling blue eyes.
He sighed and looked down at me.
"I said don't just let anyone love me
Fix You|Depressed!CanadaxReaderMore Like This
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
Matthew did try his best.
Tried his best to forget about her.
He didn't get what he wanted at all. In fact, it was the last thing he possibly needed.
Matthew's once alive, violet eyes were now dead from lack of sleep. Even when he tried so hard to go to sleep, it just couldn't happen.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Alfred tried hard to console his brother. But it was too much when he saw tears staining Matthew's cheeks. How was he supposed to support his brother when he was broken as well?
"On Sunday afternoon, a hit and run accident occurred on Carsen Street, leaving two dead. One was a local young girl by the name of (y/n) (l/n)-"
Matthew knew full on that (y/n) was irreplaceable right
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The Girl From the Flower Shop (Russia x Reader)More Like This
“Wait, Irina!” Russia called, following the secretary as she threw open the double doors and stormed out into the cold. “Let’s talk about thi– Irina please don’t quit! Come on, I’ll give you a raise!”
She never stopped to explain, never turned to look at him, didn’t even hesitate to quit her job – just left Russia in a state of complete disarray, his office messy and unmanageable without her, and not even a word of warning beforehand.
So that was it.
His secretary had just walked out on him… again.
The twentieth one.
He brought a hand up to his forehead and massaged it roughly as a sudden headache overtook his skull. There was no way he would ever get another secretary. Most women were too scared to work for him and the others were just too smart to even try. Hate letters and complaints, politics, economics, laws… No person in their right mind would ever take a job like that.
Air whooshed pas
Australia x Reader, REQUEST”Pinky PromiseMore Like This
I want to see snow.
You had a secret relationship with him.
It wasn’t anything like a romantic or sexual relationship—and definitely not both—unfortunately, but it was a relationship; it was a friendly one that had never left classroom 287, your shared fifth period Pre-Calculus class. The desks were paired off there, pushed together for partner work, and after he had been moved from the other side of the room for playing around too much with his friends, Circe had been taken from you and he had been placed there instead.
Who were you talking about?
Jett Kirkland, of course.
You had been kind of worried to work him, because your Pre-Calc class was notorious for partner work, because of a lack of textbooks, and without Circe to help you, you were positive you were going to fail. And it hadn’t been like you could actually trust Jett to do his work and help you understand, because from what you had gathered, his was irresponsible a