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Something There (Russia x Reader) ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ The Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwZEcdBMLLU :3 Hope you enjoy ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ~~~(Name) POV~~~ You hummed to yourself and skipped into the living room where you’re found your tall, handsome boyfriend more commonly as Ivan. Many people feared Ivan and being truthful so did you but you learnt to see past his sometimes dark demeanour and creepy aura and realised that his like a gentle giant, your gentle giant. He was currently crouching down near the fireplace trying to light the fire and was o

Something There (Russia x Reader) ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ The Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwZEcdBMLLU :3 Hope you enjoy ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ~~~(Name) POV~~~ You hummed to yourself and skipped into the living room where you’re found your tall, handsome boyfriend more commonly as Ivan. Many people feared Ivan and being truthful so did you but you learnt to see past his sometimes dark demeanour and creepy aura and realised that his like a gentle giant, your gentle giant. He was currently crouching down near the fireplace trying to light the fire and was o

You were different to other people in you school. That's probably why nobody hangs out with you. You were different mainly because of your sense in style; it wasn't your fault you liked rock and heavy metal. It wasn't your fault that you liked a mix of emo and punk style. But people always treat you differently because of that. Bullies always picked on you for being different. And the thing is, you tend to get into fights that the bullies start and always end up losing just because there are more of them. You were at your locker preparing for your first lesson before you felt a sharp tug on your back combed ponytail and a rough shove into yo

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” A voice called from the dark recesses of the old house you had just entered. The house smelt stale as if it hadn’t been inhabited for many years. Sidestepping a large troll-foot umbrella stand you threw your water logged cloak over a dusty table. “What, you thought I’d decline Dumbledore’s request?” you spat. Knowing just who was speaking to you from the shadows. Sirius slowly materialized from the darkness, his face gaunt his once handsome eyes weary. “No,” He replied. “I thought you’d refuse to come here.” You gazed at him, runn

 “Shit.” You said jumping up and rushing to the door but it wasn’t opening. You gasped as you looked up seeing a pair of red eyes looking in on you through the small window. The face you saw wasn’t a face you were familiar with. The man had what seemed to be brown spiked up hair and scruff on his chin. He took a drag off a cigarette and blew the smoke at the window. You stepped back looking at the man before another face looked at you through the window. This one was blond with brown eyes with a scare under his right eye. He wore a dark beret that was tilted to the side. Both faces looked at you as the one with the ber

England X Reader X Jealous!America~ Envy     I crouched near a leafy bush, and glanced through a small hole. The hole enabled me to see a couple sitting on the edge of a fountain that was surrounded by concrete. My teeth clenched while looking at them, and the way the guy looked at his girlfriend made my stomach turn.     "Hey Artie, isn't the sunset beautiful?" [Y/N] asked, looking up at the golden sky in wonder. Soft strands of [H/C] hair framed her face, and a bright yellow sundress covered her body. Her [E/C] orbs sparked with interest and the colors of the sunset reflected off of her eyes.     "Not as beautiful as you, love." I saw

“I regret my past, I’m not going to regret my future.” Category: Angst Word Count: 2738     Francis’ POV:     I was a fool. An idiot. To ever think I had a right to be with someone like (Y/N). My closest friend, who managed to stick with me and tolerate my flirtatious ways. As my number of relationships climbed with every growing moment, I found myself going to her in tears with every heartbreak. Some I couldn’t care about cutting off a relationship. Some were just fun, a mere mistake after a late night out.     Some, were genuine and broke my heart. And every time, I needed to crawl back to someone, I need

EnglandXReader – My love for my country A/N: o u o I have not posted anything in the last few days, and this is an older story I wrote before my life on dA. So, here, while people still wait for commissions. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A Little girl in a very big world sat herself in a velvet red chair. Her smile lightened up her big sparkly (e/c) orbs as she looked to her mother. “Now my ducky, can you tell me your whole name?” The woman, covered in royal jewels asked the little eight year old. “Yes Mummy~! I am __________! The princess and daughter of the King and Queen of England~!” The girl

 [Francis’ POV] “Sorry boys.” I laid my cards down on the table. “Not again.” Antonio rolled his eyes dropping his cards onto the table. “It’s not awesome losing.” Gilbert leaned back in his chair. “Hey amigo?” Antonio looked at me as I put the cards in the middle of the table. “I think we’ll head out and you can spend some time with ______.” I had briefed them a bit on what ______ had gone through but only that she had a run in with a guy. “Oui.” I agreed. “I don’t think she would have fallen asleep yet so I’ll tell her you g

Her eyes never ceased to amaze him. No matter how many times he looked into them, he would always see the same [e/c] coloured orbs staring back at him, almost as if she had been expecting him to look at her. Gilen knew it must have just been coincident that they met each others gaze when they did. But it always made him flustered, and he would always have to look away. The silver haired albino was reading, his elbows resting on the table in front of him, and his book opened before him, fingers gripping the hard cover of his story. She was there too, sitting across from him, typing away on her laptop like she always did. (Y/n) was always wri

"Doll, wait a minute-" "Al, I know. You're sorry, but you know. . . it still hurts." I look down, feeling pain. Pain for how he lead me on. Pain that I could never be enough for him. Pain that. . . I knew this was coming. No, we knew this was coming. Still, we just. . . smiled. Continued on as if nothing was wrong. Oh how wrong we were. Why couldn't we just step up to this before? It'd be so much easier. . . "But I still love you, ____. It's hard for me to admit it, but I do. I love you so much, ____. Please don't leave me. . ." he mumbles, his sunglasses covering his eyes so I can't read them. I give him a weak smile, knowing it's all I can

“Why can’t you just pick me?” Warning:‘Lime’ content— beware ;) You looked up at the poster. It was still a little crooked, but it would have to do. You’d just finished putting up your newest poster of your favorite band, Bad Touch. It had all three members on it—Prussia, France, and Spain, looking as great as they always did. They were currently your obsession. But not just you; they had fangirls all over the world. They were a national phenomenon. Starting out in Europe, they quickly became the world’s most famous boy band. Lately, Bad Touch was all you ever thought about. Usually y

“Why have a bear when you have me?” Category: Fluff, Humour(?) Word Count: 1363     Matthew always knew that, since he is the owner of the bear Kumajiro, he was never given the respect an owner deserved. Especially since every two seconds the stupid ball of fur would question who Matthew was. Usually, he wouldn’t refer to Kumajiro as an arrogant, selfish, little HAIRBALL. But then, he had the right since the bear was taking what was rightfully his.     (Y/N)’s attention.     Matthew couldn’t be any happier to have a girl like (Y/N) as his girlfriend. His dream and love ever since…a long time. However

    It was now 6 a.m. in the morning. You waited patiently until your sweet yet mean spanish lover fell dead asleep. Your goal was exactly what you baked around earlier in the night morning. With one more glance at Alexandro, you snicker evilly yet quiet to yourself. You carefully get up from the bed, and tip toed to the door. Right before you opened the door carefully, you stuck your tongue out at him and quietly walked out. Gently walking towards the kitchen you turned on the lights. Sure you were tired after all, you two did do that thing. You were on a mission! A mission that involves chocolate! Being the ninja you are, you grabbed a cha

The 2P Queen I walked the glass scattered road. My bare feet feeling ever crack of glass as my eeight snaps them. Houses on either side of me are empty shells. I gazed around the grey area searching for a sign of life. Back home my mother and father had told me to wait in the basement. That basement had been my room all my life. Not wanting to anger them I hid under my blankets. They're already mean without my help. The scars that scattered my back, legs and arms proved that. I heard screaming and hard thuds as something hit the floor. I walked out of my room and gazed into their lifeless eyes, the men would had done this deed already gone.

    The relationship between the two was simple.    The girl loved the boy. And the boy loved the girl.    Except......    The boy fell in love with other girls too.    Your P.O.V.    Luciano Vargas was late. Again.    He was the leader of an Italian Mafia, so you understood that there would be days when he came home past midnight.    You would understand if he had new cuts and bruises all over his slender, yet muscular body.    What you didn't understand was the smell of another woman's perfume that lingered on his clothes, or the lack of wounds he had to show.    At first, you thought he finally started to accept his broth

New Skirt 2p!Japan x Reader You had nice legs. Everyone thought so, when they saw them. Everyone being your tattoo artist, your best friend, and your boyfriend, who was coincidentally also your tattoo artist. He told you that you should show them off, but you were insecure about your extremely curvy body. Until one day when you saw the just the cutest skirt, and you weren't about to wear a sweatshirt with a short skirt, so you bought a new shirt to go along with it. Your legs had several tattoos, along with your arms and abdomen. Of course no one was going to see your abdomen.  The next morning you sighed, gathering your courage. Kuro would

“You’re in our house now. Welcome to the district, kitten. It’s shady around here… evil warriors are lurking. We’re in the darkest side of Frisco—where there be dragons.”  Chapter One: The Alleyway Meeting    You sighed quietly as you pressed your head to the car’s window. Countless telephone poles flew by your line of vision, as did the seemingly infinite rural road. The summer sun was shining and the sky was completely free of clouds. Undoubtedly, you were still far from the big city in which your family was driving to. “How much longer till we get there?” You asked your parent

           "OW!"    "Quit moving."    "It hurts!"    "I said quit moving!" You barked. You were stitching up your German boyfriend's cheek. This was the billionth time in the two years you two were together that you had to stitch up another wound he got from Luciano. And the reason why he got them was stupid. For example, Lutz called him a 'pasta loving mobster' and nearly killed him for it. Stupid shit like that.    "What'd you say this time, Mr. Smart-mouth?"    Lutz jerked back as you applied force to his skin and said, "Nothin'. I've always told you that Luciano has anger issues but no, you don't wanna believe me." Your eyebrow

       You and your boyfriend, Ivan, were laying in bed. Ivan had his arms around you, and you were snuggled into his muscular chest. It felt like everything was right with the world. You sighed in bliss, and turned your body to look at Ivan. It was like he was at the most peace when he was asleep. His snores were soft and faint, and his chest rose up and down with every breath. You heard his breath become shallow, and he stirred in his sleep. A deep purple eye cracked open, looking towards you. Ivan pulled you closer and kissed your head. You softly smiled, and looked up at him.    "Good morning~" You yawned, smiling up at Ivan.    "Go