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Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 7

(A/N): Bit of a warning, this chapter contains attempted suicide. Just letting you guys know...o-o

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You lie on top of your bed with your hands resting at your sides, staring up at the ceiling as tears continuously fell from your eyes. Earlier in the school day, you had had been discovered sitting bruised and slightly bloodstained against the lockers by one of the teachers, and you had to be carried in their arms to the nurse’s office. When asked by them whether somebody had brutally hurt you, you replied with a nod, too tired to speak. However, you refrained from mentioning the person’s actual name for fear of the threat that

Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 8

Gilbert had just walked out of the store, casually holding a pizza box in both hands that contained a few slices inside. But it wasn't two seconds that passed after he had opened the door to the store and walked outside that something heavy had fallen into his arms. He had been so surprised by the sudden occurrence that his balance had been lost and he had fallen backwards. He was confused on what had happened throughout the past couple of minutes until he looked up and saw you directly staring at him. And it wasn't until you had ran away after kicking him brutally in the stomach that he realized what had actually happened.

You had jumped fr

AmericaxReader: Beautiful scars

No one would love me
If they knew all the things I hide
My words fall to the floor
As tears drip through the telephone

You woke to the sound of your phone ringing. Eyes too tired to open, you felt the top of your nightstand for the phone, grabbing it eventually. You flipped open your phone and pressed it to your ear, letting out a tired “Hello.”
“Hey, _______!” You heard a familiar cheerful voice.
Your eyes shot open, “Oh, hey Alfred. Why’re you calling so early in the morning?”
Alfred chuckled, “It’s almost noon, _______. And I was wondering if you wanted to go to the beach. The wea

HetaliaxTomboy!Reader Getting a Boyfriend"So, (F/n), I just received a promotion at work." You and your parents were eating on the dinner table. You weren't paying attention to what your father was saying. He always had a promotion because of his hard work so it didn't matter to you.
"Right, I know it sounds usual, but the thing is that we have to move for my job." You spitted out your food in surprise.
"WHAT!!!! You're kidding me?! Come on, dad! I just got used to this school!" You were a junior and it took you two years to get a couple of "friends". You couldn't make friends easily. You were too tough, rough, loud, wild, and unusual. You were a tomboy. You didn't like most of the things that girls like. You loved sports. You watch action, thriller, and gore. You hated dresses since you didn't like how they look on you. You wore t-shirts, shorts, and jerseys. Your hair was cut short like a guy and you wore no makeup. Your dad didn't mind, but your mom was very sexist about how you looked. You couldn't count how many times yo

Cramps (Karkat X Reader)Just remember that Karkat cusses a lot, I just don't think that it need the filter thingy.
You lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
'Fucking period cramps' you think to yourself as you turn on your side, facing the back of the couch.
Yup, it was that time of the month again. Those five to seven days of bleeding, cramps, mood swings, and hunger. You had to cancel your plans with your best friend, Karkat, due to your awful cramps and before you signed off of pesterchum, telling him you couldn't spend the day watching his Romcoms, he stated he was coming over to your house to watch them and when you tried reasoning with him, he wouldn't answer.
So now you are laying there, in pain, waiting for him to arrive.
You hear a knock at the door, and still you lay there, not wanting to move. Several over knocks follow, then finally, someone unlocks the door. Only Karkat knew where the spare key was, so you instantly know it's him.
"(Name)?! Where the fuck are you?!"
"

Papa!EnglandxMama!Reader - Happy Father's Day

You wander around the kitchen, frying up bacon and eggs per your young sons’ request, as they watch you do so. They had barely given you time to put on your dressing gown when they got you out of bed, careful not to wake their father, before they pulled you down to the kitchen, excitedly. Today is Father’s Day and they wanted to prepare breakfast for their Dad just like they had done for you on Mother’s Day. You smile at their cuteness, listening to Matthew ask Alfred if he thinks their daddy would like maple syrup on his breakfast.
“Tea is yucky,” Alfred says, staring at the cup that you had just finished making.
&

EnglandxReader - Half a Cup of Magic

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Entering your house after coming home from work, you hear the sound of the fire alarm. You sigh and walk through to the kitchen again, snatching up the towel you keep by the doorway, which you use on a regular basis now, but not for drying spills. No need to panic that the fire alarm is going off, because you’ve seen a familiar car parked outside.
No, this towel is to fan the smoke away from the fire alarm and out of the kitchen window whenever your boyfriend, Arthur, is cooking. Usually, he doesn’t burn things, and you never thought his cooking could get worse, but, unfortunately, you have been proven wrong by both

2P! England x Little! Reader ~Request~

A/N:Ummm I didn't say how old you are but probably around 4 years old since you can talk.

You sat at home, alone like usual, waiting for your abusive parents to get home at the same time they usually do. Around 9:30 PM they would come home either drunk or high on something and then the would proceed to beat you until either you or them fell unconscious, normally them.

8:30 PM came around and your parents where home early, the smell of freshly baked goods came wafting through the house!

Your mother came in first and came into the kitchen/Dinning room where you sat on the floor shaking violently. You look up at your mother who was obviously

Italy x Reader

Over the past several days, you had been finding beautiful paintings at your door. There was never a note, or letter, or anything but the painting. Every night was a new painting, and each one was very different. Some of the country of Italy, some of random people, and a few of you. This was truly flattering, all because this person was trying to gain your attention. Maybe it was Feli? You had sworn that he had talked about painting before.

Today's picture was of you, and it was very detailed indeed. All your features were painted beautifully, making you look so perfect. You hung them up on your walls, and admiring them after you d

2pPrussiaxReader(Name) rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. The door opened and a tall man with long blond hair and blue eyes smirked down at her. He wore and black and was muscular (Name) figured he lifted weights. She smiled and remembered she had a newspaper article in her back pocket. She took it out and handed it to him, he took it and red it over, and he smirked and leaned on the door frame.

“So you here for the job?” he asked still smirking.

“Y-Yes sir, um my name is (Full Name) and I’m twelve years old, I would be happy to baby sit your grandsons while you are gone.”

He leaned in and looked her over,

Father!Masky X Little!Reader You stared longingly out the window and into the dark woods before you, your mother was in the kitchen making dinner. You wandered when he was coming back, it had been a whole year since you've seen your father. He was working Mother always said, she worked as a park ranger and you had no choice but to trust her.

"Honey he'll be here, come and finish your card" She patted you spot on the wooden table, you jumped off the couch and scurried over. Crayons of every color cover the oak table along with craft paper and paints. You stared thoughtfully down at the card, so far you only had a drawing of him, you and mom.

"This is gonna be my best c

Change [Dark!GermanyXReader]

It was true what they say, about how people change.

Even if an absence from their presence is brief, it is almost as if they were a different person. Certain events play out accordingly through that period of time which your eyes were turned away, events of which change the person for what seems to be the rest of their lives.

It twists them into something they were not, sometimes even something they never wanted to become.

This was how it always worked, and you learned this in the most difficult of ways.

You remembered Ludwig from a very long time ago, when you were merely school children full of both ignorance and innocence. It was a tim

Hetaliaxreader RUINED SLEEPOVERHetaliaxreader RUINED SLEEPOVER!

"Ring!"

"Huh I DIDN'T TO IT!" You woke up and put your hands up in the air, but you then realised that it was just your mobile.

"Hello?" You answered

"Hello (Name) it's Elizabeta" Your best friend answered

"Hello Elza what's up?" You said happily

"It's great I will have a sleepover at my place would you like to come?" Elza asked

"F*ck yeah I'm on!" You respond

"Awesome and do you think you can come a little earlier before the others? I need some help" Elza said

"Yeah sure do you want me to bring anything?" You asked

"Maybe some blankets" Elza said

"Alright" You said

"Oh and remember this is girls n

2p!AmericaxReader-ChangeThe whole assignment was a complete drag, but something that needed to be done. You ended up staying at the library to skim every page in the internet concerning about history (which was no help since every single one of those pages said the same thing, the lack of variety might get your paper a solid B at the very least). Your concentration on the subject made you lose your track on time, not knowing that it was already too late for you to stay outside of the house.
8:47, the clock high above the ceiling read. Way too late for you to be out the house.
Knowing that your mother might be worried sick about you, you decided to finish up the report back at home and hopefully get better material for it.
“I’ll be going now,” you waved to the librarian.
She smiled at you, her winkles visible, “See ya tomorrow, hun. Be careful, they say bad men come out at night.”
You reassured her that you would be careful with the bad men and avoid them at all costs before you g

Sally X Proxy!Reader- Mama You listened peacefully to the sounds of young Creeps playing in the fairly gothic yet childish play ground. Thomas was on a rocking bat, Heather or 'Girl in the photo' on the swings and your 'own' little girl on the monkey bars. Sally was such a sweet kid, she laughed and played like a normal child but she would never be. She slipped on one of the bars falling down onto her butt.

"Proxy!Proxy!" Sally screamed, you were already running over to her. Her green eyes were watering, she frowned rubbing her lower back down at her denim shorts. You placed your arms on both sides of her, looking over her much smaller form.

"Are you ok Sally?" you

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Birth of a God

by ~tilastrinety, Dec 28, 2005, 10:32:10 PM
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Look at these pathetic humans…
things would be so much better if they were all dead…
all they feel is hate, anger, sorrow… never joy.
Never do they see peace and happiness, only war and suffering.
If I could send them all to the peace and purity of the Farplane, then they could know true happiness.
But they do not see that they are suffering.
They fear death. That is another thing I find irritating with these mortals.
They assume something is evil because they know little about it…
That, that is why they hate me…
a half-breed.
And that is why they hate death, they have not experienced how comforting the sweet kiss of death is…
but I will show them, and they will thank me…
I will become
A God!