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England x Reader : A long day...
Okay, so here's the England x Reader request
Sorry for being late! I just got a horrible case of writer's block
T^T I hope you guys enjoy!
You walked into the bar, hoping to feel better coming out than you did coming in. Today sucked, you were fired from a well paying job, your car got towed, you literally got into a fist fight with the co-owners of your house and to top it all off your boyfriend dumped you after he stood up to you, (oh did I mention it was over the phone) Oh well, if he didn't have the balls to stand up to you in person, he didn't deserve you anyway.
After plopping yourself down on a stool, you ordered the strongest drink the bar offered. The barman handed you the beverage and you could've sworn he winked at you. You reminisced about your crappy day and downed the alcoholic drink in one swig, trying to swallow it before the rancid taste could settle on your tongue. You glared at the glass, it didn't numb your pain.
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England X Reader: New Years Kiss
"I'm going into the other room its to wild in here"You say leaving and going into the next more controlled. Still it was dark, the lights were slower and Ravers In The Uk was currently playing. The bar was full save a seat in the middle next to a man with Blonde hair his head on the counter, taking the chance you sat next to him.
"Rum please" you ordered the man next to you stared up and into your eyes it seemed you blushed, he had vibrant green eyes he smiled.
"You had beautiful eyes" he commented his words a little slurred but honest, you blushed and murmured thank you. The room seemed to grow warm and so did your face, he sat up and stretched. You noticed the bushy eyebrows that fit his face perfectly, he was hot.
"My names Arthur,Arthur Kirkland" he took you hand and kissed it you blushed a deeper red.
"I'm (Name" you said being plite, from his accent he was english and tipsy.
"So wheres your boyfriend?" he asked inoccently,
Bad Touch Trio x Reader: SentimentLiving with your best friends- the Bad Touch Trio, as they called themselves, had its ups and downs. They were fun, and playful, and they never failed to show you a good time, but they were also sometimes perverted and insensitive. They were all extremely good cooks, but you always cleaned up after them. Today, they were out doing who knows what, and you were listening to music in your room. You sang along to the song
"Desert town ships, franchise night shifts~, small minds blank eyes big old bank slips~, I'll take big boy, he'll clean those drawers good, I'll get the safe while you start the car pretty thing, gimme a kiss, and put your foot on the gas now, all these people understand, is the gun in their face, or the cash in their hand~" you sang loudly, swinging your hips to the music, and dancing around.
Unbeknownst to you, you had three spies. They stood in the doorway, their mouths open, watching you dance and sing.
"Motel bedsides, Kansas not night, tall grass short dress, star c
Nine Times Nine Times NinePretty boy,
With golden eyes,
Keeps fallen stars
And beautiful words
Inside of glass bottles.
He hangs these
From the ceiling, on
Twisted into nooses.
Made from silver and gold,
Joy and sorrow,
Crowd littered corners in their jars,
Gathering merciful dusts.
Black cat takes a photograph
Of another life to live,
Crossing the paths of
Adding their years to his collection.
With golden eyes,
Sleeps near his treasures
Protecting his stolen ages.
In his ninety-nine
He grows younger
To the greedy games of men.
He ties birdsong and
In between his fingers
And pins snowflakes along
With sweet, warm breezes
To his palms.
Of smothered weeping,
Bliss gone unsung,
And captures moments
Between the points of
And the creaks in floorboards.
With empty eyes,
Taste of Tainted Maple I
AN: you…everyone. I… last time I checked, there were 13 favourites on this story~ Thanks and hopefully this chapter is good too *happy tears*
"Ahh! You're right! Why not come over to stay with my fratello and me at our place? A bunch of our friends are over they're hanging out too and we can all have a little fiesta! ~~" You smile and accept eagerly, "Awesome!"
However, just as the sun had just set over the horizon a little time ago, the clock would soon countdown until you were thrown into a fight to survive as two blank eyes studied your and the Italian's retreating figures vanishing into the distance…
As the two of you strolled the way to the Italian brother's abode, you listened as Feliciano chattered incessantly about new pasta recipes he wanted to try and the recent exploits of his brother and your German friend, Ludwig. "So, maybe if I swapped a few spices and added in a combination of vegetables I can make a healthier sauce. Oh,
~Lips of an angel~ *Uncertain!UK X Broken!Reader*~Lips of an angel~
*Uncertain!UK X Broken!Reader*
The phone rung with echo,the notes hitting the walls and getting to the Brit`s ears,whose eyes snapped open even if his eyelids felt heavy.With a sigh,he threw off the covers of him,leaving the comfort of his bed in order to answer the phone.Seeing the small limb of the clock pointing 3 under the moonlight,he muttered a ‘Bloody hell’,ruffling his shaggy blonde hair,forgetting to put on his house slippers.
The cold wooden floor on which Arthur`s steps were printed cried from the male`s weight – not because he weighted too much,but just because in the night it seemed to be like that – every small sound ten times worse.
Sighing once again,the blonde pinched the bridge of his nose in disgust as people forgot their manners – calling at 3 in the morning proved lack of education,but the Brit washed it off,trying his best not to overreact – before actually picking up the phone.
A resonant scream pierced through the peaceful silence of the forest shrouding over my head. Though the origin of said scream was a complete mystery to me. Why did it sound so sad? So desperate?
The sound suddenly came to an echoing halt as I felt a painful sensation build up in my throat, and only then did I finally realize where the scream was coming from. My own mouth. My lips were parted and quivering as I tried and tried again to shout, but no noises managed to escape. My body was devoid of any screams and cries for help. I was empty.
"Are you finally done?" An irritated voice chimed in behind me.
Letting out an inaudible gasp, I slowly turned to look over my shoulder and through stringy, (h/c) bangs to see Ivan standing there with his hands pressed up to his ears in an attempt to block out my cries. He must have noticed that I stopped since his hands were dropped back down to his sides and a sigh of relief could be heard. His violet eyes scanned m
My Damn Life (Romano X Reader)((Warning: Some cuss words are thrown out. But it's Romano so… what did you expect?))
"Shit!" I cursed as I punched the wall.
"It's not your fault, Romano." I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around. It was that bastard.
"What do you mean it's not my fault, Spain?!?" I shouted at him. I was fuming.
"Romano… From the very start, we all knew she was a human." He placed his hand on my trembling shoulders. I backed away. Tears started to flow from my eyes. I hated to admit it, but he was right. She was a human. She was a defenseless, fragile mortal. She was as fragile as porcelain.
"Romano…" Spain started to say, searching my eyes.
"They took her, Spain. They took her." My voice said, shaking.
"Those bastards took my (f/n)!" I tackled him and started shaking his shoulders. My vision became blurry as the tears increase. I stepped back and sat down on the floor. I had my face on my knees.
"And I didn't do anything…
APH: Taste of Tainted Maple: Prolouge
AN : Hi everyone~~ yea doing a snapped Canada x reader but I'm going to try take on a more different interpretation with it so hopefully you find it enjoyable <3
He had to wonder…were you scared, crying from terror. Or did you think this was all just some prank? Or maybe, a nightmare you think you'd wake up from and laugh about later? With a shrug, he dismissed these thoughts with the resolution that'd you'll find out soon enough…just like the others.
there are a million things someone can ponder if given the time: emotions, people, the world, sports, name it; chances are someone's talking about it. However, the only thing you've got to wonder right now is... why are you trapped in a cramped space... and how did you get there...and are those footsteps?
------------------ 4 days earlier, late December/early January-------------------------------
they don't understand do they? Having to bear the pain of existing only for others to take advantage, to look r
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