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(Name) (LastName), otherwise known as the manifestation of (Country), was an extremely independent lass. She did not need anyone to babysit her. Every day, the (h/c) girl woke up at around 6:30 am and her entire house was spotless by 8:15 am. She was always 8 minutes early for World Meetings and she got all paper work done a day prior to submission. The rare and only times she had ever been late was when her car broke down or that time when her alarm clock failed to rouse her with its piercing rings.
Mathias Køhler, otherwise known as the manifestation of Denmark, was inconsistent when it came to independence. Every morning, you’ll find his cream hand hitting the snooze once the alarm was set off. The household he lived with four other Nordic nations, was kept in order thanks to the Swedish nation (also by himself when he was in the mood.) He was always either 5 or 10 minutes late for World Meetings, blaming his fellow housemates f
[The Doctor/Reader] Cuddling Your eyes slowly open. You turn over, expecting to come face to face with the Doctor, but you don't. Though you are still laying on the loveseat in the library, you lay alone.
It was only a dream.
You sigh, desperately wishing for it to be real.
"What's wrong?" you hear the soft words spoken. Your head snaps up, and your eyes meet the Doctor's, who was now standing directly behind where your head had been laying. You were lucky you hadn't accidentally collided with him.
"Nothing," you respond, your voice much quieter and gloomier than you hoped. He looks at you, concerned, as he sees through your lie.
He walks around the corner of the loveseat, nudging you to scoot over so that he can sit. He stares at you when you don't move.
"Come on...tell me! You were fine when I left, so what's gotten you upset, hm?" he asks. You look at him, surprised.
"When you...left?" you whisper. Instead of waiting for you, he moves you himself, sitting down and laying you back against him.
John Egbert x C!Reader: That Special NumberJohn Egbert x Comatose!Reader: That Special Number
Special Insert for a special day. Happy 413! -C
It was April 13th, John's birthday. (Name) was rushing to finish getting his gift prepared and head towards his house for the party. She dressed up in a (fave color) short sundress, one that she knows John loves, along with some matching high heels. She got his gift and walked to her car, grabbing her keys and purse along the way. She got in and sped to his house on the other side of town. As she drove she got a text from John.
"Hey you on your way? : B"
"Yeah, running a little late. Go ahead and start the fun, I'm close! c:"
She started texting him happy birthday when she heard a horn honk. Looking up, her eyes widened as two cars collided with her car. She couldn't swerve in time. One hit her side and her rear, making her car spin and flip on its top. Someone call
England x Sleepy!Reader *Fluffy ^u^*A soft knock awakens you from your dreamless sleep. "_, are you awake, sweetheart?" Called Arthur softly. You turned over in your soft bed, smoothing out your hair so you didn't look as bad as you probably should've. ((*shot by reader*)) "Mmm? Yeah, come in." you grumbled. Arthur opened the door and came and sat on the end of your bed, running his hand through your h/l, h/c hair. "I've missed you Artie..." You whispered, sleepily.
"I know, I've missed you too, _" He replied, stroking your head. You laughed slightly.
"I missed you more." You jokingly teased. Your British boyfriend planted a gentle kiss of your forehead,
"Oh _, don't be so cute, you know that's a lie, darling." He laughed, making you blush and giggle. You stretched out in your bed and yawned. "Artie, I'm sleeeepy." You playfully mumbled and tapped his chin. Arthur blinked and looked at you. "I didn't wake you, did I _?" He asked, innocently blushing. You sat up quickly, worried you had upset him. "No of course
The Journal of Natsu Dragneel
X791/7/14: Journal Entry 1
Just absolutely and utterly amazing.
I watched her smirk. She smiled. Very happily. In fact, I could go on to say that her smile is amazingly amazing. Stunning, beautiful, she is just a shining pearl. I can't keep up with her, I just want to dominate her, make her mine's, create a mark on her showing she's my property, no one else can have her.
I hate all the times she hugs me so tightly, and she never knows my feelings for her. I love the way her golden, blonde hair falls down her back; she always keeps it up in pigtails, but I still think it's cute. Just adorable.
. . . It's strangling me.
I want to tell her my feelings, admit that I'm in love with her, and I have been in love with her for the past eight years I've known her. I would've been lucky to still have gotten to know her in the seven years we were dormant, but still, I believe I have my chance.
Honestly, she's a hard worker. Usually, I would have to save her from harm's way, and I enjoy doi
Efflorescence (PadLock)"She's been out there for a while..." comments one voice, followed immediately by a simpler-sounding second.
"I think it's getting worse."
"At least it keeps her away from us." drones a third.
Tony listens impassively to the wary mumbling of the puppets, glancing outside into the garden. Paige paces erratically on the expansive lawn, her pastel hair writhing like snakes as she drags her fingers angrily through her scalp. Mud sucks at her boots as if it wants to pull her down into the earth as she moves back and forth, a tempest trapped in a (somewhat) humanoid form. The puppets watch her, fascinated in the way people are with car crashes, but they duck should she glance in the direction of the window, like animals hiding when lightning strikes.
Tony is completely indifferent to the unease of the puppets- more often than not; he tends to be the cause of it, actually. But Paige is another matter, and if this goes on for much longer than the consequences may be both hazardous and, most im
LxReader(DeathNote) Chapter 1
You were ready, really ready for that promotion, and when it came you can say that your heart did a little back flip. You were so happy that you were finally taking your career places. You were a little nervous of where things would take you, but you didn't care enough to pay attention to it. You were so happy.
You were finally done sorting paper's on your bosses desk and checking to make sure that everyone had there coffee by noon. You were finally done with working late hours that lead you nowhere on your case. You were finally getting assigned to an official and important task.
You waited at the grey colored bench that after noon. You were waiting for someone on the new task force you had been assigned to pick you up. You were nearly shaking with excitement. You looked up at the sky, it looked as though it might rain and there was only a few rays of light shining through to the ground for some reason. You sighed and looked at your phone, 4:11, he was supposed to pick you up at 4:00.
A Pregnant PauseIt was the last day of summer and you lay on the beach in your favorite swimsuit, happily soaking in the last rays of the setting sun. The sand was deliciously warm under your blanket and you were alone on your section of the beach, the sound of the gulls and the flowing waves your only company. You sat up slowly to watch the sunset, smiling peacefully to yourself.
Soft, unhurried footsteps were coming towards you across the sand but you choose to ignore them, intend on watching the wonderful reds and oranges and pinks of the sunset. Then the footsteps stopped.
“Beautiful, isn't it?” A man's deep voice whispered, almost to quiet for you to hear, “It's like the sky was cut open and is bleeding out, so pretty.”
“I...suppose,” You said softly, uneasy. You turned around to see the man and when your eyes met his your heart jumped into your throat, your eyes wide in horror.
Jeffery Woods, more widely known as Jeff the Killer, was standing there, his long b
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