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RussiaxBullied!Reader SmileSchool? Hell.
Every day is a living nightmare. I can’t stand it. The torture doesn’t stop even when I get home. It’s not the fact that I’m abused, I actually have a good family and am thankful for it. It’s the fact that they found my phone number, my facebook, my e-mail, everything, and my parents don’t believe that what they say is bad enough to get help. “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a lie worse than that. Words hurt just as much as sticks and stones. Personally, I’d take the sticks and stones over the words.
They make fun of me for everything. My hair, my eyes, how I look, dress, hell they even make fun of my name, which caused me to start going by my middle name.
It’s only a group of classmates, three girls and two boys, but nobody else tries to stand up for me.
I’ve forgotten how
AmericaxReader April Fool's DayYou and Alfred run from Arthur’s house, just after ringing his doorbell. It is April first, so you and your best friend Alfred decide to do some pranking to celebrate April Fool’s Day. For your first prank, you had the idea of leaving some fake bones and artificial blood on your friend Arthur’s doorstep. After you ring the doorbell to his house, Alfred grabs your hand and takes off running as fast as he can, half leading-half dragging you behind him.
As you run away from the brit’s house, you can hear his almost girlish screams when he finds the grotesque pile on his Welcome Mat. It wasn’t quite a girl’s scream, but it was as close as it could get.
You and Alfred laugh, breathlessly running to get to your next victim’s house. Ludwig.
You stop by a corner store, and buy a case of beer before going to Ludwig’s house. However, before you get to his house a piano drives down the street and parks in front of a hous made of guns and money. The
EnglandxReader Witch Hunt SongficTwo young boys dance around the town, singing an old song. They both have blonde hair, but the older one has baby blue eyes while the other has a pair of violet. The blue eyed boy also has a simple cowlick while the violet eyed boy has a stray curl.
“Come now, gather around - Behold such a saddening tale
Come now, leave not behind your handkerchief - It may keep you well
One time long long ago, there lived a young witch in the land
Ah yes, she came to love a young prince, so the story goes”
-many years previous, Readers POV-
I walk around the small town, shopping for food for the day. That is, until an unexpected gust of wind makes my hairpiece blow away. I chase after it, nearly running into the person who caught it.
I look up, and his green eyes meet with my (e/c) ones, his messy blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
"No need for magic to stop time, no spell can achieve what I feel"
"Love bounding through every hour joy lights a new day”
Over time, we got
GermanyxReader Sleep Deprived GermanyxReader Sleep Deprived
PLEASE READ THE (A/N) AS IT IS EXTREMELY CRUCIAL TO THE HAPPINESS OF YOURS TRULY. THANK YOU.
You knew that Ludwig would be different when he came home after being in the war, but you never dreamed that he would be this affected.
When Ludwig first opened the front door, you were ecstatic. You didn’t know that he was coming home, so this was a huge surprise.
Throwing your arms around his neck, he swings you around and plants a kiss on the top of your head.
You bury your face in his chest, close to sobbing in happiness. “I missed you so much, I was so worried I’m just so happy right now Ludwig I’m so happy!” Your muffled voice talks quickly, mashing everything together into one sentence.
He puts his arms around you, hugging you back. “I missed you too, Liebe. I missed you too.”
At first, he seemed like the same Ludwig that he was before he left. But when night fell…
He would toss and turn in bed, constantly wak
GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 4You stay quiet for a bit after ranting, waiting for Ludwig to reply. Ludwig looks at you sadly for a while. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but then closes it again.
“What do you have to say now, Ludwig? What?!”
“I’m…sorry. (y/n)” He whispers.
Before you could react however, he quickly moves to the side of the cot and places his hand over your mouth.
He kneels down next to the cot, and whispers in your ear.
“Ich liebe dich, (y/n)” he whispers, before kissing you softly on the cheek.
He leaves after that, sliding the door shut behind him.
You lay there, wondering what the hell just happened.
“Well. There goes sleep.” You say to yourself, literally just before you fall asleep from exhaustion.
When you wake up 8 hours later, you find that the obnoxious heart monitor and IV is gone, and there is a small meal next to your cot.
“HOLY CRAP. FOOD!” You fall out of the cot, much like you fell out of bed only a few days
GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 2After a long ride on a helicopter and an extremely exhausting car ride, you’re eventually led to a compound. Somewhere along the way you were put into handcuffs. Taken down below, you’re unceremoniously thrown into a steel cell complete with bars and one very small window. You sit on the edge of the cot sitting in the corner, and wonder what’s going to become of you.
‘And they didn’t even bother to take the handcuffs off.’ You think bitterly.
After what seems to be an eternity of boredom and anxiety, Gilbert comes back, only to take you down another level. He leads you through a set of double doors into a sterile, chemical smelling, brightly lit room. The walls are white, the ground cold concrete that slopes slightly towards a drain in the middle of the room.
One chair stands in the middle of the room, complete with arm and leg straps. The other two sit across from it.
Gilbert leads you by the arm to the chair in the center of the room, and fo
GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 1GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront part 1
Sirens wail, suddenly waking you up from your sleep.
“Sirens. Shut up so I can sleep!” It takes a few seconds for it to register that the sirens mean either a) the base you’re stationed at is under attack or b) is going to be under attack.
You almost fall on your face after rolling out of bed. You silently reflect on how being a soldier sucks sometimes. Especially when sirens go off in the wee hours of the morning signaling yet another attack made by the enemy. Yes, especially when the sirens go off in the morning.
You quickly pull on your uniform, and then run to the main building in the compound to receive your orders. Judging by the flow of other soldiers, they are doing the same as well.
Arriving at the center, your commander and longtime friend Alfred F Jones, takes you into his office to get away from the havoc in the front of the building.
“Alright, as you know (y/n), you’ve recently been ranked up. I need
RussiaxReader In Touch with Humanity (Part 1)RussiaxReader In Touch with Humanity
I wake up to the sound of my alarm beeping, creating a moment of pure hatred for the world.
Groaning and mumbling the entire time, I drag myself out of bed, forcing myself to get ready for a seemingly normal day.
After taking a shower and brushing my haystack of (h/c) hair, I decide now is the time to actually get dressed.
Dragging myself to my dresser, I pull out my favorite outfit, consisting of -insert answer here-.
That’s when I go through today’s schedule. I have absolutely no plans today, None.
And sadly, there’s no food in my fridge to allow enough sustenance for today.
Because I’m lazy and don’t feel like driving to the store, I walk a few blocks to the cornerstore to buy junk food. Yum, instant noodles.
I find myself at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
As I’m placing my snackies on the counter at the register, three guys in black ski masks burst through the door, waving guns around.
GermanyxReader WWIII on the Warfront Part 3The writer says it’s time to see this situation from Luddy’s eyes. YAAAAY!
Gil seems to have no problem vith beating zhe girl up. I know I shouldn’t either, she tried to kill me after all. Yet I can’t help but feel like it’s wrong. Every time I even glance at her, I feel as if I’ve seen her before.
I had to leave zhe interrogation room after only 5 minutes. I absolutely hate vatching people in pain, especially vhen it’s inflicted by mein bruder. He vasn’t always like zhat, zhe var has changed him greatly.
I vait outside zhe interrogation room, trying to tune out Gil’s yelling and zhe sound of zhe girl taking hits. After a vhile, Gilbert finally opens zhe door , fists bloodied and his eyes flashing in fury.
“Nothing, Luddy. She von’t say a vord.” He says, leaning against zhe door.
“Has it occurred to you,” I begin “zhat maybe she CAN’T speak?”
He rolls his eyes. “Nein, becau
England x Reader for phoenix5101
A Night at Work
England x Reader for phoenix5101
Daylight has escaped the sky as you walked into the bar. The sky rumbles with thunder promising rain once again. The bartender knows you by name because, well, he's your boss. He waves at you with a weak smile.
"Hey, ____. You're early for your shift." He looks at you for a moment. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just didn't sleep well so I am not feeling too good and also this weather isn't going to help."
"Lighten up, it's a Tuesday. Business will be slow and you're not working on Friday or Saturday night. You don't have to worry about crowds at all this week." The thought bought a small smile on my face. "There we go! Now please try to be nice and smile for any customers tonight. I need to leave for most of the night but I should be back in time to lock up."
"Okay please be back on time to lock up. I really don't want to deal with any late stragglers by myself tonight."
Magician!EnglandxReader: Arthur the GreatArthur smiled as his eyes caught yours in the crowd. His confidence boosted tenfold as he started his next trick.
The crowd ‘ooo’d and ‘aww’d as Arthur finished his show. “Thank you, ladies and gentleman!” With that he left the stage and went backstage.
“Hello, Arthur,” you said as he walked through the door. You were lounging on his couch waiting for him to return from his show.
“_________,” he said smiling. Slowly he sat down next to you. “How have you been?” he asked kissing you gently.
“As good a wife can be while he husband has been away for so long,” you said giving him a small kiss on the nose.
Arthur smiled, “You could come with me you know?”
You pouted, “Would you really want your wife and three children with you as well?”
“Ma! Can we come in now?” Alfred called from outside the door.
“Sure,” you shouted back and all three boys ran in.
(another pirate story) England X reader New life!
(Heya everybody! We only have 2 EXAMS LEFT! SCREAAAM! YEY! So I decided to treat myself! I'm soo bad. I've started another fanfic!!! I already have 2! Oh weelll...so this one is about England because I don't see ludwig as a pirate! And one more thing, I'm not the MOST historical person...so... Enjoy poppet!)
It happened when she was wiping down the table, the cafe was empty due to the time of the day. The warmth of midday had been slowing down work, rain had been blessed down on the villagers. It was almost the end of her shift. Hopefully she could get home quickly, she was tired. (Name) sighted, she did not like her clothes: a maid dress which almost reached to the floor, it restricted her from making too much movement ... and she hated dresses anyway. She took the mop up whilst holding up her dress and started cleaning the floor.
Her cafe was mostly calm with only the noise of the waves breaking the
Lost and Found- EnglandxReader Part Two~(*Readers P.O.V*)
He left me, like that. Two years I have been waiting for his return. I have no way to contact him, I could send a letter, but I never got a chance to write one. He is as good as gone........... Gone? No I can't believe that. Another thing that bothers me is that he left me nothing, but a book. Well it isn't exactly just a book, it was the one he would always read when I was around. For whatever reason I thought that carrying it around was a good idea, I take it out of my bag. It was extremely heavy, but it was his. I was sitting on the bench in the normal raining London, I really have no hope for him coming back...... He is lost...... I look down to the ground as the hot tears fall from my face.... He is lost and he is never coming back..... Never coming back........ He is not coming back! In anger I throw the book as hard as I can. Through my sobs I look at the book... with several pieces of paper hanging out of the cover. I wipe the tears out of my eye
Pirate!England x Reader: When We're Older Chp. 2 You stared at the chaos before you, absolutely speechless. What was one supposed to do in a situation like this? The screams of women and children ringed in your ears, along with the sounds of destruction and the hearty chuckles of the pirates. The city was in a complete state of panic, the royal guards were running throughout the streets, attempting to fend off the ruthless pirates, most of them failing horribly. Citizens were scurrying about like frightened chickens, and the pirates were all grinning like madmen, not giving a second glance to the innocents they killed.
The first thing you felt was panic. What if they saw you? Sure the dock was completely abandoned, but you weren't hard to spot from the water, and who could tell with pirates, they would pillage a desolate island if they felt like it, why wouldn't they do the same to an old dock? Without much thought you tugged on your rough leather boots and s
A British Adventure (England x Reader) Part 5
The following week was absolute torture. You had thought that school weeks took forever, but they were nothing in comparison to this one. Each day felt like 35 hours, not 24, each hour felt like 100 minutes, not 60, and so on.
Your days consisted of you doing simple things around the house, eating food, listening to music, and sitting around in your room thinking about how your “date” with Arthur would go. In fact, you had even spent hours on your computer looking up what to do on first dates, trying to memorize and perfect every piece of advice given.
Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out so great, so you decided that going with the flow would have to do. After all, being yourself is the best way to go about, right? Or however that saying goes...
So here you were, Friday afternoon, slouched over on your couch, clad in sweatpants and your favorite comfy, baggy shirt. A mountain of junk food was piled to your side, decreasing with every handful of unhealthy goodness you
Homely (England x Reader)It’s easy enough to see how you wonder for her and think of her presence, despite your steady belief you are a fellow fixed in his ways of life and his own mind.
Even the first time you meet, and despite your cold stare and your hurried burying of your hands in your pockets for lack of sensible words, you don’t ignore her when she bids you a good morning. You don’t simply walk on like the rest, and leave her in the gutter with her wet chalk and her beautiful, yet hopeless dreams of a worldly canvas. Even though you stumble at her soft inquiries, you allow yourself to spend that precious minute with her, watching what she draws with her filthy, blackened hands. You tell her you care, and with sincerity you think her drawings lovely, and she smiles at you. Who knows, maybe you even return it.
You watch her at her work even as the rain falls, when the Heavens open and you cannot see beyond your apartment for the frosted glass and spiralling fog. But looking down at her,
EnglandxReader: 04:21 AM (Chapter one)To say that you were having difficulty sleeping would be the understatement of the century.
You had lost count of unintentional all-nighters months ago, as well as given up on the search to both the reason why you had such difficulty and as to how to solve it. Perhaps some psychologist would tell you that it was something to do with issues that your mind had. Perhaps a doctor would tell you to take pills or to exercise. Maybe your parents would convince you to use less time on the internet.
Whatever the cause and/ or correlation between your issue and what would effectively solve it, you had long ago given up on cures as well as bothering other people for help.
Which, if you humored your intuition, would also be an explanation for as to why your second problem having become so huge.
This 'problem' being the contemplation of an early ending to the inevitable.
God, you couldn't even bring to yourself saying the word 'suicide'.
It wasn't as if the world was up against you and that you had
In the Place of an Angel (EnglandxReader) PrologueEvery child deserved a chance to run around during recess playing tag, to race underneath endless beams of sunlight and laugh at their own recklessness, but while they did what all children were meant to do, Arthur sat quietly in his classroom staring out the window into the brightness of the day.
“Mommy,” he once asked out of curiosity and envy of the other children, “why can’t I play like they do?”
His mother paused and pressed her lips into a thin line, but eventually, she answered, “because you have a special heart condition that, unfortunately, won’t allow you to play like they do, honey.”
The blond boy stared up at his mother and did not say a word. His expression was fixed.
“Listen,” his mother leaned down to his eyelevel and placed her hands on his small but tense shoulders, “but that does not define or change who you are. We still love you just as much.”
“But the other kids don’t,” his ey
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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