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Ditching [Rose x Reader]Ditching [Rose x Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
I'm sitting in Creative Writing, bored out of my mind. I've shared my piece for the week and nobody else is interesting enough to warrant paying attention.
Suddenly, a pair of lavender eyes greet my own. I stop my internal grumbling and stare. They're vivid, like something out of a dream. The owner of the eyes makes her way over to me, an inquisitive quirk to her black-painted lips.
"Hello, I'm Rose Lalonde." She seats herself next to me, crossing one black-skinny-jean-clad leg over the other. Her white hair, tinged slightly blonde, is pushed back with a purple headband.
"Hi, I'm ______." Her eyes scream of intelligence.
"I couldn't help but notice you. I'm new here; my sister and I, actually."
Just then, two boys rocket by on a creamsicle orange hoverboard.
"STRIDER! GET BACK HERE!" A teacher yells, running after them. The taller one laughs raucously and the board speeds up.
"Those are my cousins." Amusement is evident in Rose's expression.
"I wish I had the courage to do something li
Because Freedom ~ [America x Reader]Because Freedom ~ [America x Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
“Hey, Al?” I called from the kitchen, where I had been icing his birthday cake.
“Yeah, babe?” He replied, over the sound of the Team America soundtrack.
“Could you come and help me with these dishes?”
“Because freedom.” I could practically hear the glee in Alfred’s voice as he said it.
“You won’t have any damn freedom or cake if you don’t get your ass in here.”
“MY FREEDOM WILL PROTECT ME~!” He yelled, running past me with a sheet tied around his broad shoulders like a cape.
I caught a corner of the sheet and pulled with all my might, making him slide unsteadily across the floor, and come crashing into me. Much to his amusement, my bowl of extra frosting had come down on my chest, basically ruining my shirt and splattering my face and neck.
“Alfred Jones, I swear to God I will kill you, freedom or not.”
He smirked from a
That Bad? ~ [Yorick x Fatina] [Request for Soxxy]“So, Fatina,” Yorick smirked, “as you know, I hate you. And I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure you hate me. However, my hate for you isn’t necessarily platonic. And so, after a lot of thought, I’ve decided to ask you to be my kismesis.”That Bad? ~ [Yorick x Fatina] [Request for Soxxy] by ittybittyfangirl
A pretty green flush began to spread across Fatina’s face as she processed this new information.
“I--sure. Why not?” Her voice was quiet, but still loud enough for Yorick to hear her confirmation. A new edge entered her words, however, making them sound a bit sharper.
“Good.” And with that, Yorick crossed the room in four long strides, picked Fatina up by the front of her shirt, and slammed his lips to hers with every ounce of hate he could muster. She returned, albeit slowly at first, and then got bolder as the kiss went on. Finally, she had to breathe, and pulled back.
“I think you can do better than that, Lycaon." Fatina challenged, suddenly energized by the rush of ha
Not The Desperate Type [Canada x Depressed!Reader]Not The Desperate Type [Canada x Depressed!Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
[A/N: Contains underage alcohol use, slight mention of smoking cigarettes, cursing [[though I don't often warn for that]] and alcoholism caused by depression.]
I'm sleeping my way out of this one
With anyone who will lie down
I'll be stuck fixated on one star
When the world is crashing down
I stumbled from the room I was in, amidst booming bass and weak pleas for me to come back. Tonight was not about to end with me sleeping in any bed I could find, with anyone who would have me, as my nights usually did. The only thought in my head was of finding Matthew, my best friend, my angel, and the only one who didn’t know about my double life. My life was falling to pieces around me; my grades were failing, I rarely came home at night, most of my friends had distanced themselves from me because of my rapid downward spiral, and I began to lose weight because I barely ate, due to a lack of appetite.
I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
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The Question, ScotlandxReaderI can still rememberThe Question, ScotlandxReader by Driftingnotes
The words and what they meant
As we etched them with our fingers
In years of wet cement
The days blurred into each other
Though everything seemed clear
We cruised along at half speed
But then we shifted gears
Your fingers knotted and twisted in your hair as you sat up in bed, looking blankly at the wall in front of you. He still wasn't home. The bastard hadn't made it home yet.
Things used to be so much better. You remembered times when he would skip some engagement just to come home early and bring you into his arms, planting kisses all over your face. He had been one of the best boyfriends you had ever had.
But now where was he?
Gone. He hadn't even called you... It was ten at night. You wanted to just forget about it all and go to bed, but you had gotten so accustomed to falling asleep against Allistor's chest that curling up with a pillow just wouldn't send you to sleep like it used to.
Cheating!France x Reader: If Only You KnewCheating!France x Reader: If Only You Knew by Gemiri
"Why did you cheat Francis?" You shouted.
"No it wasn't cheating I swear!" He pleaded. You did know what would happen if you went out with him, but you didn't care, even after the countless times your friends told you about how he was a player. Someway his charisma and charm lured you into this mess. "We weren't doing anything (Name)!"
"Oh really? Then why did I see you two kissing and touching?!"
"No! She was doing that! I didn't want any part of it! Please you have to believe me!" Your heart told you to believe him, but then again your brain said that he was cheating. I mean sure you noticed him flirting with other girls from time to time but he said he always loved you. "I made a promise that I wouldn't cheat after last time didn't I?" He did have a point, one day you caught him kissing a blonde he said he was drunk and asked you to give him another chance, and you believed him. But this time you felt so much emotions. Anger, sadness, insanity, depression, and a few other emotions y
Germany x Introverted!Reader: Thank YouGermany x Introverted!Reader: Thank You by Gemiri
You were always deemed shy to people, though the truth was that you weren't shy at all. You personally thought of yourself as a introvert at times, but if you were in the mood you'd be happy and chatty. But that rarely happened, since you preferred to be alone and do things like (Favorite Hobby). But if you got to know people better you'd be less cold to them.Today you were reading a (Genre Of Book Here) story while drinking (F/D). You got a call, it was Ludwig. Your boyfriend of one year.
"Can you come over? I need help with Feliciano." You thought this was weird, this is one of the very few occasions when Ludwig needed help with things.
"Uh, sure when?"
"Right now, if you don't mind."
"Okay, bye." You hung up. And went over to Ludwig's.
You knocked on the door and there was Ludwig. "Come in (Name)." You entered, the place was a mess. Feliciano must've jumped everywhere and broke things along the way.
Teacher!Russia x Student!Reader: I Like YouTeacher!Russia x Student!Reader: I Like You by Gemiri
You were on your way to (Class Name), which in your opinion thought it was the best subject. The reasons? For one thing you got a good grade on it, since it was easy to remember the lessons that were taught. The second reason, you had a crush on the teacher, Mr. Braginski. He was always seemed nice in your eyes. But the rest of the class thought otherwise. Saying that he had a strange 'aura' that freaked people out, that he was really weird and such. You still didn't see why they didn't like him. Opening the door you noticed Mr. Braginski, with the same cute smile he had on everyday.
"Hello (Name), sit down." He said.
"So since this is the last semester, and you move on to the next grade I wanted to give you two things."
"Really? What is it Mr. Braginski?" You asked curiously.
"Well I just wanted to tell you that your grades in this class are very good. But then again I wouldn't be surprised. You are my favorite student (Name)." You felt grateful that he considered you one of his 'favo