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                                                   Of Baseball Bats and Alleys: 2P!America x Reader Warning: A lot of swearing violence, and mature themes.  The suburbs of New York at midnight were quiet, the air stagnant, cool enough for you to pull the drawstrings of your hoodie closer to your head. You hated this place. Ever since your parents left you to a foster parent, your life had turned for the worse. You clenched your fists at the memory. It was their fault for getting killed in a car crash. And for leaving you, helpless, in the broken neighborhoods of this city. The streetlamps flickered above you, threatening to die out

Australia x Reader Hug An Australia Day An-  Lucas is Australia’s human name. I smiled brightly as I made my way towards my Australian boyfriend, Lucas’ house with a large gift basket in my hand, filled with greeting cards, a stuffed koala and an Australian dvd called Crocodile Dundee. “He’s going to love this,” I thought as I finally came to his house and rang the doorbell. I quickly hid the basket behind me back as I heard footsteps, rushing to the front door, from outside the house. The door slightly opened, revealing Lucas, smiling warmly at me, which seemed to make me feel happy on the inside. “Oh

((A/N: I wrote this using references and mentions of BSL- British sign language- as that's what I can speak; so feel free to replace "England" with "America" or your own country as you read)) “Where is everyone?” you wondered, wandering through the corridor of the giant mansion in some foreign country, where the World meeting was being held. Even though you weren’t a country yourself, you had been friends with England in particular for years, and he had introduced you to his friends and the others. You paused at one of the doors, resting your fingertips ever-so-lightly on the polished wood, trying to tell if anyone was the

Back to Reader…. I ran as fast as I can through the dark woods as the skirt of my dress, flowed under me. I can hear their footsteps running behind me, as I ran. “Damnit,” I thought, panickly as I ran. I then climbed to a nearby tree and onto a nearby branch that can keep me hidden in the darkness. I smiled triaumphantly as memories of my childhood came of climbing trees and hiding in the branches when playing hide and seek. But my smile was quickly gone when I heard heavy footsteps, coming over to the tree I was hiding in so I kept quiet. I managed to get a little peek and overhead their conversation which is angry yel

"DON'T MOVE!" Jade grasped the metal gun, which at this point had been chilled from the nights piercing sting, between her shaken hands, nothing but hatred burning in her repulsed gaze the longer she stared down at the worn childs toy that stood dead still in the newly dug grave. Chucky's eyes had since hardened, even more so then they usually had been, his face scrunching up into a sneer of some sorts as he looked up to the girl who's emotions at this point could not be easily distinguished. Fear? Hate? He had seen this in most of his prey, so it hadn't been anything he hadn't seen before. But there seemed to be something else there- Someth

After a long and painstaking summer, it was finally September. Summer vacation was practically over and twenty four hours remained before you would meet your internet boyfriend for the first time. Eduard said that he had prepared everything and he would be staying in the college’s campus accommodation. You had only informed one person about Eduard. You thought you could trust your best friend Elizaveta. When you told her about the Estonian boy you had met online she had been slightly concerned and stated that Eduard might have other intentions. You were furious with her accusations against Eduard. She had no right to say such a thing.

BelgiumxNeko!Male!Reader I had gone out to watch the cherry blossom tree, for spring is one of my favorite seasons. I enjoyed lying underneath its branches and watch the tiny little petals fall to the ground. I breathed softly, syncing with Mother Nature, as I laid against the trunk and fell asleep, snoring softly. “So beautiful,” I thought as I continued to nap peacefully. I felt a petal fall on my nose, which caused me to sneeze so soft but very loudly . “Excuse me but are you alright,” I heard someone ask. I opened my eyes lightly, to see a girl with beautiful brown hair, looking at me with concern. “He

Come stop your crying, it will be all right Just take my hand, hold it tight I will protect you from all around you I will be here, don’t you cry. “It’s not fair,” (Reader) sobbed, “It’s not fucking fair! How can they reject my application over this?” “I don’t know,” Matthew sighed, “I don’t know how my own government could do such a thing. With our healthcare being so affordable, I don’t see why this should be a problem.” Slinking onto the living room couch, (Reader) cried into her palms, letting the rejection letter slip to the floor. In spite of her boyf

You hastily approached your long time crush, Wang Yao, in an attempt to confess your feelings to him. "Aiyaa!" Yao shouted when he saw Im Yong Soo pop up out of nowhere to scare him. "You almost forgot to visit me! Let's go now!" Yong Soo said in his usual cheerful self as he grabbed the Chinese man's hand, dragging Yao with him. "I forgot! I'm supposed to visit your house today! I'm so sorry!" the older one kept on apologizing while the South Korean tried to muffle his laughter. "...It's okay! I'll forgive you since you're an old man!" "Hmph! Don't be mean! You should respect the elderly!" Yao said jokingly and their joyful laughter sta

warning: language from both Gilbert and Romano, cursing + swear words beware. * He was scared of nothing. Fearless. The bravest person in history. The almighty, awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt. Nothing would stop him at getting what he wanted. So why was he trembling? Seriously though, he was trembling. Small tremors, but still. And for some reason, he kept pacing around the block like he was on a sugar high or something. That was not good. Totally not good. He had done his third lap round the Italians’ little house already. And yes, it was the Italians’ house. God knows why he would be there. Alright, he had a pretty good reaso

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil: For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. . . “_____, would you like to see if they are done?” I stepped toward Mr. Beilschmidt, who stood at the stove holding a fork with a few limp spaghetti noodles wrapped around its prongs. I happily took him up on his offer and coaxed the slippery noodles into my mouth with my teeth. After a short moment

                                                            I'll Meet You at Midnight: Denmark x Reader [P2]  You stared at the piece of paper for moment, before placing on into your desk. Vicky winked.     “You two would be so cute,” she said, sauntering out and unlocking the door. “Catch you later! And you better tell me if you guys start talking.”     “Are you leaving?” you asked. “Already?”   “Yeah, I gotta head off-campus to meet up with some other classmates to discuss our presentation. Don’t miss me too much!”   You rolled your eyes, offering a small smile. The

Calling out, calling out, haven’t you wondered Why I’m always alone when you’re in my dreams Calling out, calling out, haven’t you wondered Why you find it hard just looking at me? I want you, but I want you to understand I leave you, I love you Winter break was supposed to be a relief from University of Magic at the World Academy, yet (Reader) wanted nothing more than to go back. Spells would have been a welcome distraction from endless agony after Arthur broke her heart. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find a reason why he unexpectedly abandoned her. Arthur the only boy she truly loved from their fi

You slowly sat down onto your computer chair, the cushion sinking under your weight. You lifted the lid of your laptop, instantly waking the machine up. The sudden bright light blinded your eyes, as your pupils adjusted to the change in light. Smiling you opened up your internet tab and happily typed away in the search engine. Ailateh, you typed into the search engine. Ailateh was a new social messaging site. Most people were becoming bored with other sites like Twitter and Facebook. Thus, Ailateh was born. You couldn't see the big difference between Facebook and Ailateh, both were quite similar in fact. Except your friend Lili and Elizave