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Depressed!CanadaxReader - Worth More Than Gold
_____ sighed as she stabbed passively at her breakfast. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t seem to get her friend Matthew out of her head. She had visited him the day before, but she had noticed that he wasn’t quite himself. Although he was almost always forgotten and/or ignored he was still happy and optimistic. But when _____ had visited him, the happiness and optimism were gone.
“Are you alright, ma chère?”
_____ blinked turning her head to face the person speaking to her. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she replied. She played a bit more with her food, then sighed again. “Francis, do you know what&rsq
Yeah I May be selfish 2p!GermanyxReader COM
Yeah I May be selfish
I’ve had loved this one girl. But I told her I like my beer more. She left. I liked this other girl. I told her I liked my guns more. She left. Then there was this other girl, I told her the same stuff but she didn’t leave like the others. That was surprising. Instead she stuck around and acted rougher and less fragile. Almost as if it would change my mind about what I said. And to be honest I kind of liked it. Not that I’d go off screaming it from the roof tops or anything.
This frau I’m talking about has (h/l) (h/c) flowing hair. Sparkling (e/c) eyes that shone brig
Kankri X Reader: IndecisiveYour lusii argued in the foyer of your hive while you sat on the couch, speaking with Kankri about multiple subjects, which happened to include your ‘special’ family in the first place. Though, that’s what allowed you to develop a flush crush on the slightly elder in the first place. Heh…
“I h9nestly h9pe I d9 n9t trigger y9u in anyway p9ssi6le with my particularly 9ffensive language that I w9uld 9therwise never use, however, y9ur lusii are rather indecisive in their very simplified means 9f persuasi9n. They seem t9 6e gr9wing pr9gressively farther apart every sec9nd, and it w9uld sadden me t9 see y9u 6e t9rn 6
Clumsy Acquaintance [Chekov x Reader] Fortunate enough to have a wealthy and friendly classmate in your graduating class of 2261, you were now spending your grad night on Rigel II, an M-class planet in the Kandari sector of the Alpha Quadrant and notorious for its reminiscence of 21st-century Vegas, Navada back home on Earth.
The Cabaret, a popular club, was currently occupied by some 130 new graduates, among which was you. Jack and Sylar had demanded you accompany them, and since they were your only friends on this outing, you had agreed.
It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the atmosphere; the loud, fried electronic music, the scantily dressed men and women performi
-* Forever Founded *-* F.A.C.E. X Little!Reader *-
Tears began to form, as the young [Name] searched anxiously for her mother in the vast park. The poor little one had been searching for her for quite a while, and the sun was already beginning to set. With the girl under a large tree, [Name] sat in defeat, with legs pulled close to her petite body.
"Mommy," she choked out, as her tears finally created a stream down her delicate face.
[Name] never felt so alone without her dear mother. It was so unusual for this to happen, she was always with [Name]. But then during their playful game of hide and seek, the amused daughter turned curious why her mother couldn't find her sooner after 10-20 min
Reader x Feferi: Water(Basic title is basic-)
'Hey there ___! I'm so so so sorry for such a short notice, but I'm going to be gone until November! I got picked to be on the swim team! Well, for the soon-to-be Olympics, that is!
Wish me luck, I'll sea you later!
You had to have read that darn note ten times all ready.
Today. Yesterday was twenty-seven times.
You need a new habit.
It crumpled in your hand as you grit your teeth, throwing it onto the ground with a small sob.
Your name is ___ ___, and your technical 'ex' girlfriend (or gillfrond, in her case), Feferi Peixes, died one week ago.
Or, because you keep track, one week, two hours and seven seconds ago.
She was the best swimmer in the land, probably in the whole world, but she had a weird paranoia of going into water more than ten feet deep.
Sure, some little kids despise deep ends, but Feferi flinched at the mere sound of it.
You blame the Olympic practice team for it all.
No, not for her paranoia, as that has bee
A Father's Day Surprise.
A Father’s Day Surprise.
By Lysa Baker.
June 15th 2013.
“Push Cade c’mon... You’re doing great.” The nurse at the hospital told me as I laid in a hospital bed, straining and gritting my teeth to deliver a baby that I didn’t even know existed within me until now.
My name is Cade Allen Walkine. I am twenty four and a baseball player for my college team; The Falcons.
Up till now I have just been doing my thing. Playing for the team, chilling with my friends in our dorm, and just being me.
I never noticed anything unusual that would classify as a pregnancy... I never had morning sickness, hardly gained any
Empty Room 'I guess I'm a record you're tired of, I guess we're just older now'
'It would tear me in two if I see you with someone else;
cut out my eyes and leave me blind'
I slam the front door shut aggressively and lean against it. Completely crushed inside. I clench my eyes shut angrily and tighten my fists. I can’t believe it. It’s over. T
Fratello, Don't Leave Me (Italy Brothers)“Dammit Italy, why the hell are you so embarrassing?” Romano scowled.
As usual, Italy was flirting with girls. He was talking about pastas and pizzas. “And then you put the cheese on top!” Italy smiled lightly, make one girl clutch her chest like she would faint.
Romano huffed, knowing he would never get a girl. Italy was better at everything, so why even try? He sighed again.
Later that day, Italy dragged Romano to a movie. It was about a guy who killed his brother to get the girl. It worked for a while but then the murderer got caught. Whatever. But then a thought came to mind. What if Romano could do it and get away with it? Romano smirked. He now knew what to do.
That night, Romano prepared his tools. Chloroform, check. Dagger, check. Ropes, check. He felt a little guilty, but it was for the better good of him and their country, right? He scoffed. Their? He meant his. It’s his country now.
Later, Italy was asleep, so Romano snuck up on Italy. He was ab
Vocaloid (otaku!Reader x S. Korea)~~~told using different point of views~~~
"Please tell me it's available!" I thought to myself as I went to the Vocaloid store. I looked around looking for the specific Vocaloid I'm looking for.
I looked at the glorious package in front of me. "SeeU" The cute Vocaloid with long, wavy, blonde hair, nekomimi ears and an adorable school uniform sort of outfit! Perfect! With SeeU's Japanese and Korean vocals, I can make some awesome songs! Maybe I could ask Im Yong to help me later. Kiku's not here at the moment...
~Time skip of faith~
Holding the package of SeeU with her voicebanks that I recently bought, I quickly rushe
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 22
Chapter 22: Is there a doctor in the house?
Tempest and Rainbow Dash soared high into the snow-capped mountains as they overlooked the now speck-sized Ponyville in the distance. Wherever she was taking him, she wanted them to be alone. Already the temperature was beginning to drop, and he could feel the light touch of tiny snowflakes shower his face as they rocketed to their destination. Not a word had been spoken the entire trip, but when the two had passed through a thick fog that blanketed the valley of the peaks, Tempest’s keen eyes spotted a massive mountain that towered above all the rest surrounding it.
‘That must be wher
Serenade of Sorrow ~ Austria X Reader1Serenade of Sorrow ~ Austria X Reader
I never really believed in magic. I thought it was childish superstition. But when I heard her play it felt like a fantasy. I was mesmerized. I’m going to tell you how I met her and how spending time with her was like a fairy-tale.
I was outside taking my usual walk. I was passing by the park I heard a sound. I got curious and decided to find out what it was. As I walked toward it I realized it sounded like a violin. As I got closer I saw it was a girl. She has (h/c) hair and was wearing a (f/c) dress which blew softly in the wind. She has her back to me so I couldn’t se
The Black CatNow, you’re too young to remember the early to mid seventies, but it was a time of very different fashion styles colliding with each other. As a contrast, consider this art gallery owner I paid a visit to who lived in Kentish town.
This would have been about 1974, and I had established a little bit of a name by this time. Anyway, this particular Saturday night I climbed over the back fence of her little residence, and made my way in the darkness across the lawn.
Opening her back door was easy - no need for heated screwdrivers, not when a sheet of paper under the door and the judicious use of a pen would get the key over to the other
Confederacy's Storage Cleaning
The dark room in the back of the house always frightened her a bit, but South couldn't help but be curious. Her husband would periodically go into that room to clean, but he always came out a little while later, covered with dust and claiming that he didn't get much done.
She opened the door slowly, the old hinges creaking a bit. She looked over her shoulder fearfully, even though both America and Lithuania were at a world meeting, yet another she wasn't allowed to attend. She wasn't allowed to do a lot of things.
She took a few tentative steps into the room, her boots clacking on the concrete floor. Boxes lined the walls and were stacked p
Not-So-Sweet Desperation (Hetalia Omorashi)Warning: Hetalia Omorashi (pee desperation/ wetting), don't like don't read.
I really don't want to be here. Hungary thought, as she sat down at the long table in the conference hall.
As of late, she had a terrible bladder infection that kept her home as long as she could manage. But sadly, today was the world conference and she could not weasel out of her obligations as a nation.
Hungary sighed, as her bubbly boyfriend came bouncing in.
"Hello, Elizabeta!" Italy greeted her affectionately.
"Hi, Feliciano." she replied sweetly, yet solemnly.
"How is your infection?" he whispered in her ear.
"It's getting better, but I would still rat
Maenad RuleLive for only you, I say
Live and love and laugh
Dance and prance and play
Have fun in this world
By the light of day
And the dark of night
There's no price to pay
For such a lovely life
Drink your nights away
And come morning sleep
So come what may
Have just the one rule
Live for you, okay?
Damn ErotesEros is a jackass
And Anteros is worse
Making me love
What a stupid curse
Himeros is a bastard
But broken in heart
Makes it easier
For the first crack to start
And Pothos, that crybaby
I relate to most,
Makes for such
A difficult host
So I'll pin for my love
While trying to mend
Instead of just breaking
I will try to bend.
Plea to the MusesMuses, fair ladies,
Inspire my pencil
Make it easy
Let me write
And help me
Perfect the plot
Add the twists
Love the characters
Please help me
Make it fun
Make reading joyous
Let me sine
Through this pencil
Through this paper
Bring some life
To my work
MortalityBe you rich
Or be you poor
Death knocks upon
If you are king
Or prison keeper
All will meet
The Grim Reaper
Young or old
Sweet or mean
Death finds those
So live as you do
However you will
Thanatos will take you
Through blood or pill.
Any Given SituationThe room was circular and had a low ceiling. It was painted white, the walls, floor and ceiling barely distinguishable from one another. In the middle of the room sat five characterstwo were girls, thus the remaining three were boys. There was a feeling of familiarity and foreignness to them.
Their personalities are defined as simple and vague terms that could twist and change depending on the given situation. They have certain roles they are more likely to take, certain ways of dealing with things. However, in the end they seem blank. As if they could change at any second.
What are they?
"Simply put," one of the girls says quie
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
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