Sweden X Depressed!Reader- Worth ItA/n: FIRST OF ALL I AM SORRY BUT I CANNOT WRITE IN A SWEDISH ACCENT SO YOU ALL ARE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.More Like This
And this is the first time over written for Sweden so please be nice.
Life is meant to be enjoyed, meant to be relished, meant to be wanted, and all you wanted to do right now was end yours.
You weren't openly bullied in high school, it was mainly whispers, snickers and rumors trailing behind your back. You've been called many things and accused of many things and have been driven to tears for the questions that people would ask you even if they were true or not.
Even though those four years of hell were behind you, and you were in the real world, in college, you still felt the pain. The rumors haven't stopped, they were actually worse than they have ever been in high school. You thought that since there would be a new wave of students coming form out of state and m
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
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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
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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
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"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
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
Actor!Denmark x Reader |The Nail in My Coffin|Classics are ageless, always eluding time’s rusty clutch. Their concepts are influential, profound and pertinent to contemporary issues. They’re regularly debated over, scrutinized and broken down to each individual morpheme; scholars analyze every theme, pulling the literary and metaphysical meaning from beneath the text. Expressions from a multitude of sundry faces accompany the plays throughout the precarious spell of time, as they’re frequently re-enacted. While the works are unremitting, the actors that breathe life into the roles aren’t illimitable.More Like This
That’s a prominent reason why actors are revered and receive a surplus of merit. They have an expiration date, an end, identical to every other living organism. Actors are marvelous—able to attain a face from a trunk and model it quintessentially.
The spacious theater progressively becomes subdued as the lights over the audience dim. The loquacious crowd comprised of aristocrats settle
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