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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

2p!America x Reader - I didn't mean it [One Shot]

2p!America x Reader - I didn't mean it

You have been living with your boyfriend Al for almost a year now. Everything had been going well. Or so he thought. What Al didn't know was that every time he came home drunk, it was you he took out his anger on. Whether he hit you, locked you out of the house or screamed at you. But you merely took it, and if he ever gave you any bruises (which was most of the time) you used foundation to cover it up.

You knew it was never his fault. Al has always had temper issues, and he was having a hard time at work and with his brother Matt always pissing him off. You knew he loved you, and he knew you loved him

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

2pItaly x reader - Risky Game

You're trying to make me suffer by making me miss you,
aren't you?
I have a pretty good idea of what goes on in your head.
Let's get rid of all these speculations,
and kiss in the worst way possible.

You smile as he hugs you and step through his front door after a nice afternoon of pasta and red wine."I had fun Feli."You laugh and exit the house."Let's hang out again!"You shout and walk down the steps and across the sidewalk toward your house and away from his apartment flat.He stands there watching you leave,a frown on his face.He honestly didn't mind if you stayed over the night.He honestly didn't mind if you hugged him when you greeted

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

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

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

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by ~tilastrinety, Mar 14, 2006, 5:01:53 PM
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Auron had been standing at Seymour’s door for five minutes. He was about ready to smash the damn door down. He was somewhat impatient.

“Dammit Seymour! Open the door” he roared. Still no response.

He knew Seymour couldn’t be out as the moment he stepped out of that door he would be swamped by his mother, father and possibly a disgruntled Kinoc.

Kinoc had tried a few times to get revenge on Seymour. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the brightest pyrefly on the Farplane.

He had knocked on his door and then went to run off into a bush. Being Kinoc, he didn’t realise that there was no plant life on the Farplane.

Seymour quickly found him. Knowing this was the Farplane, he couldn’t just kill him, like last time. But he knew many other ways to torture people. Let’s just say it’s amazing what you can do when you know the lyrics to most of the Madonna songs.

Meanwhile, Auron was getting impatient. So impatient he had removed the door from its hinges. He looked around. Seymour wasn’t at his usual spot beside the TV watching reruns of Scrubs. This bothered him.

He looked around and finally found him. He was sitting at his computer. There was a mess of empty cups, once filled with red cordial.

“Uh… Seymour?” Auron asked, looking over his shoulder.

Seymour held up his hand. “Can’t talk, I’m just about to kiss Yuna,” he replied.

“But you’re right here!”

Seymour tapped the screen. Auron stared at him.

“You have a problem, Seymour,” he sighed.

Seymour shook his head. “Nuh-uh!” he replied.
Auron sighed. “I’m going to go talk to Yuna, okay?” he asked.

Seymour made a grunting noise.

“Don’t you want to come?”

He was answered by another grunt.

Auron sighed and walked off. “Fine, fine! I’ll just go talk to Yuna then, see you later Seymour,” he said, waving.

“Before you go, can you put my door back up?” he asked, not looking away from the screen.

“Uh… sure,” he said, glancing over at the door.

How did Seymour do that?

He arrived at the Farplane guest room a short time later. Yuna was there waiting for him.

“Um… Sir Auron?” she asked.

Auron nodded. “Yes?”

“I need to talk to you, it’s about Tidus and this whole fanfiction thing,” she said.

“Well… that’s what I needed to talk to you about,” he replied.

“Well, Tidus is sorta…”

“Seymour got himself…”

“Addicted to fanfiction,” they both sighed.

“We need to do something about this,” Auron sighed.

Yuna nodded in agreement. “Yes, we do. Tidus won’t even get off the computer to talk to me!” she said.

Auron nodded. “Seymour won’t even watch reruns of Scrubs!” he sighed.

They both stared at each other, thinking.

”Maybe I should talk to Seymour,” Yuna said.

Auron nodded. “Okay, maybe he’ll listen to you,”

“Uh… how do we get you into Seymour’s house?” Auron asked.

WSSOC - 2by ~tilastrinety

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / General Fiction

The second installment of 'Why Spirans Shouldn't Own Computers!' I know it's short, I got sorta lazy. Sorry. The next chapter will be Tidus centric.

Don't ask where the whole 'Seymour likes Scrubs reruns' thing comes from, you won't get an answer.

~braceyfaceanimegurl Jan 26, 2007 Student General Artist

Nooooo don't make the next chapter Tidus centric we need Seymour lots n lots of Seymour!!!!

~tilastrinety Jan 26, 2007

Too late.

~braceyfaceanimegurl Jan 27, 2007 Student General Artist

*Sammi-The-FF-Freak Mar 24, 2006

lol

~Black-hearted-evil Mar 15, 2006

nice one Ty this one rox!!

~tilastrinety Mar 15, 2006

Thanks!

~Black-hearted-evil Mar 16, 2006

~Yaminoeyes Mar 14, 2006

Ah, more brilliance. And I love your humor. Keep it up!

~tilastrinety Mar 15, 2006

Thanks ^^

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