Nexus Point Part 1-4Krysta had just found a place to sit for Vector Prime’s lecture – at the base of a statue of a regal-looking Bayformer with outstretched wings – when a shout caught her attention.More Like This
“Krysta! You’re here!”
She glanced up… and felt a smile break through her weary demeanor. Despite the terror and chaos of the past few hours, she couldn’t help but feel joy and relief at seeing a friend make an appearance.
“Astrid!” She tried to get up, but couldn’t seem to muster the energy. She settled for waving the artist over, and accepted the hug she crouched down to give.
“Are you all right?” Astrid asked, pulling back from the embrace. “There are so many people here who’ve been hurt! You’ve got blood on you, is it yours?”
“I’m fine,” Krysta assured her. “Thought for sure I was going to get shot, but I didn’t even get winged.
Confess. ~ Canada x Reader ~More Like This
Canada x Reader
Today,was the day.
The day Matthew was going to confess to you.
Matthew walked along the grey pavement,his sneakers making loud clattering squeaky noises. He was nervous,extremely. He could feel the doubt inside,gnaw at him.
Why was he even doing this? It's not like you'll say yes,I mean you were too beautiful,too popular for him. He was barely noticed by a single soul,everyone always forgot about him. It's no surprise if you did too.
"Y/n!" He called out,his voice a bit too soft and quiet for his taste but someway somehow you were able to catch his words. You turned and sent a warm smile his way,"Hey Mattie!"
Y-You knew who he was? Well,all is going according to plan,Matthew supposes.
"Uh,y/n?" He beckoned you to come closer to him,away from all that noise you were currently surrounded with. You joyfully skipped toward him,wavi
Lullaby For A Stormy NightMore Like This
Little Alfred scurried into his mother's room, covering his ears. He tried with all his might to climb up into her bed, only to land on his backside with a thud. Said thud woke _____ up, to find her son a crying mess on the floor. She stood, picking her child up and kissing his forehead.
"Sssssh," _____ soothed. "It's okay, darling. What's wrong?" Alfred opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a rather large boom of thunder. He clasped his tiny hands over his ears, gritted his teeth, and wrenched his eyes shut. His small body shook with his sobs, a steady flow of tears streaming down his face. _____ smoothed his hair.
"Oh my little baby, there's nothing to be afraid of," she cooed. Alfred still whimpered with fear, staring wide-eyed up at his mother. She thought for a moment, then kissed his forehead again.
"Come with momma," she said, hiking the toddler up on her hip. She walked into the formal sitting room, where there sat a grand piano. _____ placed Alfred on a chair next to t
The Little Pine Tree - A Fairy Tale by Luana S.More Like This
Once upon a time, there was a little pine tree who enjoyed talking to birds, and cuddling with his mom all day long. One day though, just a week before Christmas, the little pine tree's mom was uprooted by human beings. Little Pine Tree cried a lot. He wanted his mom back!
Summer came and the Little Pine Tree had given up on the hope to see his mom again. He missed her a lot, so he asked one of his bird friends:
"Birdie, do you know where my mom might be now?"
"I don't know, " said the Little Bird, "but I can ask my mom and dad! You know, they fly often all around the land, and have seen many things."
"Please, please!" said the Little Pie Tree, "Ask them if they can go today. Even if I don't see her again, I want to know if she's still alive and well."
Little Birdie nodded and flied to his parents nest, and asked them for Little Pine Tree. They agreed on going immediately, and asked Little Birdie to not leave his friend alone while they are away. Then they kissed their son with soft nu
Exchange Experience ~Finland x Reader~More Like This
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
A/N: If you find any grammar mistakes, excuse me, again. I will correct them tomorrow.
“Hello, I believe you must be [Y/n] from the exchange program. I am Tino Väinämöien.” A cheery guy greeted you, giving you a quick, joyful hug. You gladly returned the embrace, smiling brightly at his welcoming gesture. He had thrilled beaming eyes of a really interesting shade of purple. That’s something you haven’t seen before. His bob cut blonde hair was framing his face, a huge grin plastered on it. His outfit was nice and matched the nice berete. If there was one word to describe this fluffy young man, that word would be “cute”.
“Hey, Tino! Glad to meet you. How are you?” You asked him after you broke fro