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Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 2
You sat by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria at an empty lunch table, absently drumming your fingers against its surface with your chin in your hand, your stomach giving off loud, impatient growls every few seconds. How you wished you had your lunch money with you at that moment and would have been able to buy at least something to keep you from being as hungry as you were now. If you had known that something like the previous incident with Gilbert was going to happen, you would have at least brought your own lunch, even if you would've risked him getting angry at the fact that you didn’t have any money.
You lifted your gaze,
Kiku's hands shook as he lifted the worn wooden bucket. The precious sea water within sloshed over the sides, a few drops splattering the scuffed stone beneath his tabi socks.
It wasn't his first time preforming this duty. He had preformed the ritual countless number of times, but each time he had had his fathers critical gaze to steady his hands.
Now, however, he was alone, frightened of messing up, unsure if he would preform it correctly.
If he messed up, it would be on his head and at a terrible price, The secret his entire village strove to protect would be rui
(2P!EnglandxReader) The Brownie2P!EnglandxReader
For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.
For you, cleaning was nothing, mainly because you never had to. Not anymore.
Not since a Brownie had decided to make it's home in your walls.
At first you had thought that the tiny scratching noises and low chattering in the walls was a mouse. But then you noticed the small changes in your house.
Clothing you had left on the floor was suddenly clean and neatly folded on your dresser. Dishe
Prussia X Reader: Just Needed a Push
Prussia X reader – Just Needed a Push
In the warmth of the summer sun, you were having the perfect afternoon.
Lying on the wide stone ledge that bordered one of the many big fountains around your school’s campus, you found yourself smiling as you dangled one of your hands in the cool water beside you; a pleasant contrast to the heat you were soaking in from the sunshine above. In your other hand was a book, which served a dual purpose: to shield your face from the sun’s rays and to occupy your mind so that you didn’t doze off.
Unfortunately, the latter was becoming more and more of a problem as you lay beside the fo
Prince!England x Servant!Reader - Forbidden Love‘Another mundane day in the kingdom.’, thought the British prince. He stared idly at the grand walls of the palace. He thought the day couldn’t get any duller. Then suddenly his father, the king, entered the room. “There you are, Arthur! I have been looking for you everywhere.”, the king said in a jovial tone. Arthur sighed. “What is it father?”, Arthur questioned his cheerful father. “The new servants arrive at the kingdom today.”, his father informed his son.
The prince sighed. The kingdom always got servants every few months, so this was yet another uneventful day. A messenger then en
Bath (Human Reader X Grand Highblood)A guard grabs your arm and roughly hauls you to your feet, "You have to give the grubs a bath, human."
It didn't sound so bad, there was a lot worse thing that you could be forced to do. The guard pulls you to a room quite a ways away from the cells and shoves you inside. A small bath tub sat in the middle with two grubs waiting in it. They both honk when they see you, a large smile on the smaller grub. You smile softly at them and sit down next to the tub.
"Hi, I guess I'll be cleaning you," You say with a smile before turing the water on.
I stood in the doorway, watching the (girl/boy) wash Gamzee and Kurloz. (Her/His) (hair colour) tangled hair frames (her/his) face. (She/He)'s being very gentle and patient with the grubs. (She/He) starts to dry of Gamzee when he pokes his head out of the towel and says, "Mama!"
A sad smile flys across the human's face, "I'm not your 'Mama'. I can't be. That's how it works here."
Gamzee shakes his head and points to (her/him), "
Sweet Devil!AmericaxReader - You Will Be Mine
She moved in to the house next door
Said she'd never been in love before
Tried the best she could to hide herself away
The sun was setting over the horizon behind tall buildings, but still making a beautiful twilight scene for anyone to watch. Little birds and other critters were scurrying around the small park getting ready to settle in for the night and anyone who was still there was slowly leaving towards their destination.
But not for one being. He was waiting and watching for something.
A pair of crystal blue eyes were keeping a sharp focus on a certain object that had caught his attention numerous times for the past few months. His
Two Hundred Thirty Years. - America x Reader.Two hundred thirty years.
Eighty four thousand and five days.
Eighty four thousand and five days days since you passed away.
The American, now in his brown heavy bomber jacket laid the flowers on your tombstone.
Alfred vividly remember those images of the war, as if it just happened yesterday. He took out a wet towel, wiping the image of you on the tombstone, thoughts all about you and your strength.
Alfred sat on the dirt soil, shutting his eyes, leaning against your grave.
He could remember it all; clearly.
It was the year of 1775 in April. (Name) was a nurse that helped the soldiers amongst two others. You had been always willing to
How I spend my mornings Romano x Reader I usually wake up earlier than her to prepare breakfast. She'll wake up, then still half asleep walks past the kitchen and gesture a quick hello before heading to the bathroom. The sound of the shower and the sizzling of the pan merge to make a perfect melody. She always makes it back to the kitchen before I finish making breakfast. She comes from behind and pulls my curl to tell she's there. I curse in Italian and roughly kiss her. She giggles then walks away, but not before I smack her ass. She always makes a cute face of annoyance, then takes her seat and I serve the food. We have a nice breakfast that includes dirty jokes, immature t
Italy Brothers x Reader - Punishment?!Tonight was your usual sleepover night with the Italian brothers Feliciano and Lovino. The three of you decided to have a mini movie marathon with the movies picked by the twins and you on soda and snacks (although you were against alcoholic drinks, you bought some red wine for your friends). After two movies, the twins became drowsy and they both left for bed early. Since you were a bit troubled sleeping that night, you proceeded to watch the rest of the movies to hopefully make you sleepy (btw, they brought 5 DVDs).
While you were in the middle of watching the 4th movie, you heard several loud voices inside your bedroom. You stole a glance at the wall clock in the westernmost wall and saw that the time is 12 midnight. Hmm…could it be that the two were talking? But apparently, no, ‘because you heard Feliciano cry and Lovino curse loudly so that can only mean that those two were squabbling again.
Groaning, you got up from your seat and marched up to your bedroom and opened
Lost in Italy|RomanoxReaderRomanoxReader - Lost in Italy
You knew you were absent headed, were curious and got lost easily but did you ever listen to your gut? It was a rhetorical question but I'll answer anyways. The answer is no, you never listened to your gut and alway ended up in trouble. Today was no exception, the only difference was that you did it in a completely unknown place. I should explain, well in very simple words you were lost… lost in Italy. The only thing you knew was that you were in Siena, nothing else. You might be asking yourself if she's so absent minded why didn't she just get a tour group or something of the like, well I did! But I lost
America x reader - last time
(Name) briefly wonder how she and Alfred end up in this situation, they had only going to by milk and now she was frozen with fear as a mugger stood there pointing a gun at them. The worst thing then happened as serein’s could be heard.
“No” came a heart breaking scream.
(Name) then remembered every special memory that she had with Alfred
She remembered the first time the meet
A little fiver year girl with her (h/c) hair in pigtails sat on the ground crying, as a five year old boy with white haired and red eyes stood above her holding a teddy bear with a (f/c)bow around it’s neck.
“Why are you crying Mä
Picking the large bag of coal up, Berwald nodded to the trader and began his long walk back home. Living in the forest wasn't easy, but it was peaceful, the way he liked it.
Although he could survive with out coal, he always bought a bag before the snow season, in case his wood pile ran out. (It wouldn't, he was the best wood cutter within a fifty mile radius. The coal was a precaution.)
The route leading to his small secluded cabin was long and winding. A silent trip that lead to long bouts of thinking. Berwald didn't mind, it was his way of life, just as hunting deer and bui
Can You Cosplay As Humans? (Human!ReaderXEridan?)“…” You just stood there, having opened the door to reveal your ‘studio’ in shambles. It was a complete disaster. Cosplay makeup and contacts were everywhere. Of course it wasn’t really a studio it was a flat. But it did have a fantastic view of the building next to you—or more specifically its brick wall.
“No, Dave! We have to put the makeup on first so it’ll have time to dry!” The first one you noticed had short black hair that seemed to stick up in a few places, square glasses, and bright blue eyes. Egbert. You should have known that this was one of his idiotic pranks. He was le
Temporary Bliss (2p!AmericaXReader)CAUTION: SWEARING
This is the sequel to People Like You, so go read that first
It had been months since you had met the enigmatic Alfred F. Jones in the seedy bar your friends liked to frequent. Things had fallen into a routine of sorts. You would work, and go about life like normal. At night, if he failed to pick up some drunk skank at a bar, he would call you. You would let him in, and he would kiss you, and by the time you woke up in the morning, he was gone, no trace that he had ever been there in the first place.
At first, you greatly enjoyed this arrangement. You got some great sex with no strings attached, and he got a bed partner f
The TruthThe Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth
Number of words: 1667
Summary: Sequel to Nightmare. This is the story of a schizophrenic writer who has started talking to her characters like they were real.
Author's note: I realise the title isn't the most appropriate; I'll be happy to hear any suggestions you may have. And I'm not quite sure if this really belongs in FF, seeing as the "he" could be anyone. Reviews are welcome.
Disclaimer: i do not own Chase Young but Eva is my OC. (Please read Nightmare http://fukaimoriMidori.deviantart.com/art/Nightmare-II-115256727 if you get confused.)
Christmas carols blared from the shopping c
MarionetteSummary: Talking to a little marionette. How's it supposed to feel?
Number of words: 89
Author's comment: This was inspired by "Wide Sargasso Sea" written by Jean Rhys. It's a short novel written in the point of view of the "mad" Mrs Rochester in Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre". (READ IT, it's good.) I was also thinking about a writer and his creations again; some people say that their characters control or dictate how the story goes from the page (especially in character driven stories). So let's say the character has a life of its own. Then doesn't he/she feel resentful that he's always being controlled by the writer?
Are you laughing? I'm not.Three cheers to my darling muse
For inspiring as many poems in a week
But wait a minute, why am I thanking you?
Let's have a look, shall we?
Last Friday I got snickers and stares
From a bunch of your fellow schoolmates
There was some pointing and plenty of glares
Whatever have you said?
So other than the cold shoulder
What else have you given moi?
Oh, I don't know, just possibly
The pain of being ignored?
Then of course, there's adolescent frustration
It's playing havoc with my skin
And let's not forget the void your absence brings
Constant hunger makes it impossible to stay thin
I can't take much more of this
Not saying the
0bsessionIt starts with the whisper of silence
The shadow of dreams that linger in light
It morphs into a being of substance
One that watches you the darkest nights
Its caress at first the gentlest of blushes
A comforting warmth that spreads throughout
It brings the peace of a warm smile
The soft touch that erases your every doubt
But oh, how quickly it changes
From something so pure and sweet
To an evil greed that knows no end
A craving you cannot possibly feed
It preys on your hopes and poisons your speech
Its fetid breath stinks of decay and mould
A demon that controls your every thought
Once grown, it'll never leave you alone
ClaustrophobiaI never liked crowds. Not since that mosh pit, two years ago. The fear of falling down, getting trampled. But when you're stuck in a crowd, you're stuck; whether you like it or not.
People moving past me. Being shoved in all directions. Sudden image of tripping down these steps and rolling all the way down. Thank goodness, it doesn't happen.
Three, two one. Safely down the stairs. Take a step forward, look left then right. There you are, a grin on your face. Then you seem me and that smile fades.
Crap. Is it me, or is it getting warm here? It's a little hard to breathe too. Stupid crowd. I want to say something, do something; smile, give a
On crushes and hormonesMouth dry, tight smile. Meanwhile
My heart's trying to fly away.
I feel like a nervous
Child. Why oh why is it so
Hard to just
My calm, my composure,
Shattered. Like glass.
Cheeks hot and flushed; stop blushing
I order. Of course
The body won't follow.
And the ordeal's over. Finally.
As he leaves, I feel
Hollow. Hyperactive heart's replaced
With stone. What's wrong with me,
I ask. Embarrassed heat's gone, leaving me
Cold. It's not an impossible task.
To walk to your crush
Cross AcademyAkuru and the rest find themselves in a school called Cross Academy.
Cross Academy is a private boarding school consisting of a Comprehensive section called the "Day Class" and an evening class called a "Night Class".
The Day and Night class students share the same school facilities, the Day class students use them in the day, the Night class students use them at night.
There's plenty of chaos everyday when it's time to hand the school facilities to the Night class. The girls are all clamouring to see the Night class students.
Because the Night Class consists of a class filled with unbelievably good-looking people. WHO, IN ACTUAL F
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