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NordicsxLittle!Reader Bad Influence Finland~Age 3~
Finland woke up a little late, an hour late. So he couldn't go to the world meeting that was today, again. He had to miss the last five because (name) needed a babysitter or she got sick. He thought this time he could've seen his friends again today and tell everyone about (name). They never actually told anyone that they were taking care of a child. They managed to not say anything for three years but Finland got tired of not saying anything. As long as no one wanted to take her a territory (Russia or France) he was okay with it.
Not today he got up late; the battery was dead, 2:17 a.m. it read. 'It went out in the middle of the
2P! Italy x Reader - Belle of the Bloody Ball Ch.1Warning: 2P!Hetalia, so expect blood and creepy talk.
You were a trade for mastermind Luciano Vargas. An evil man with odd colored eyes and a switchblade hobby for young women. When the law put him out of business with his partners in crime, he had no choice to yield to it or face prison. Since everyone is scared of him, no one dares to kill him. His new hobby of making a "contract", where he keeps a person for a week to be his servant, comes to you when you trade yourself for your little sister's place at Luciano's mansion. But Luciano feels something he never felt before. You are not just one of the girls that he's taken as a servant or
OlderBrother!Sweden x Reader - BullyingYou stared intently at the clock in the front of the class. The seconds seemed to tick by far too slowly for you. You couldn't help but squirm in your seat as it neared the time for the bell to ring. Soon enough, the bell had rung, signalling the end of the period.
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you quickly gathered up your books and belongings. Your strides were quick as you exited the room with your head was bent down, staring intently at the ground underneath you. You held your books and belongings close to your chest as you walked over to your locker.
"Quickly..." you thought. "Come on! Open!"
Your lock had refused to cooperate
America X Reader~ The Oregon Trail: Chapter 1
The sun blared down on your small western village. Your parents were packing the covered wagon as you stood under the porch of the general store. There were three covered wagons parked in front of the store, taking up the dirt street.
You see, it is 1843, the time of the Great Migration to Oregon territory. Your parents wanted to go, for the sake of discovering something new but also because they needed new land. Tales of rich fields and rushing rivers convinced them to leave the common Arkansas scene. You, on the other hand, would much prefer staying where you are then travelling across the country to some unknown land.
Cargo and food was
2p!AmericaxReader: Man in the rain part 4A/N Ahha the scalene triangle,
oops, ment to say, ahah the 4th chapter :)
yeah that is all, enjoy the chappie! <3 Karkittay <3
Raising from the bed like a vampire in a horror movie you groaned at the pain between your legs. Patting the side beside you, you noticed Al had gone. Really? That asshole freaking stole your virginity, the least he could do is still be beside you when you wake up. Grumbling you hopped out of his bed and found a box laying on the floor, nearly tripping over it.
"God damnit..." You complained grouchy picking up the box. It had a big stained bow on
Canada x Reader x Iceland IChapter One: Dear Heart
You sat between the two quiet boys, your eyes focused on the movie that was playing.
Your teacher had the brilliant idea that instead of actually teaching you today, he'd simply show you a movie that discussed these details.
Your best friends, Emil Steilsson and Matthew Williams, shared this class with you, though none of you had planned this. You guys hadn't even asked for this course, but somehow, you guys were all thrown in together and got to watch movies only to be tested on things you had never really learned.
So, most of everyone was pretty much failing at the moment.
You tended to be good at guessing, and
2p!AmericaxReader: Man in the rain part 2You groaned coming to. Sitting yourself up on a plush bed you looked around, startled to see a happy strawberry blonde sitting a chair next to the bed.
"Oh hello! Glad to see your awake!" Chirrped a strawberry blonde. You just looked at him confused. His outfit consisted of khaki pants, pink button up shirt and purple vest.
"Who are you? Where am I?" You asked rubbing your eyes.
"Im Arthur, but please call me Artire-" He was cut off by the sound of an alarm going off."My cupcakes!"
"Wait!" You called out at to the colorful frantic man running out the door. He was gone. You sighed and jumped out of the bed, walking off in the direction of
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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