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Dense (AmericaxTomboy!Reader) "What's up, Al?" You asked as you saw your blonde-haired friend.
"Dude, _______________, you wanna go to my totally awesome party this weekend?!" He yelled, his blue eyes sparkling more than usual.
"Hell yeah!" You reply, subconsciously grabbing the thin bra strap through your shirt and adjusting it. The action went unnoticed by Alfred, who continued to squirm.
"Hey, remember that time Artie got drunk as hell and almost made out with Francis? This is gonna be even crazier! I can't wait!"
"Yeah, sounds great! But I swear, if slip something into my stuff again, you will never be able to make a child, Alfred Jones." You added darkly, recalling the time he had somehow managed to slip estrogen supplements into your drink. You had no idea where or how he had gotten hold of them, but you had spent the whole of the next day doubled over on the toilet.
Alfred gulped, looking a bit scared as he replied, "N-no way, dude. I won't do it again, I a

Hetalia x Depressed! Abused! Maid! Reader - p6p6

-----4 Month Time Skip-------

Everything was going well with you staying at the Nordic's home. America, and Prussia came over to see Denmark a lot. Apparently they were called the Awesome Trio.

It was a cold winter evening when the trio got together. The other Nordic's went shopping for some time and since you weren't feeling the greatest, you stayed behind.

It wasn't until the trio began drinking, did a problem arise.

You heard a loud bang from your bedroom. You rushed downstairs in a baggy sweat shirt and a pair of pj shorts.

Denmark had America pinned against the wall. They growled at each other menacingly. Prussia stood there, gl

TMNT-It's Okay...

Donatello stared at the glass container with an unhealthy obsession. He couldn't help it. Even if he wanted to pry his eyes away, his body rejected his request. Whenever he walked into the lab now, his eyes naturally found the container that stored what used to be Timothy, A.K.A the Pulverizer.

He and the blob could stare at one another for hours. Sometimes the eyes would close and take a sleep like state. Donatello would find a place to sit and just take in the creature he had created. Well, let it be created.

Seeing Timothy like that killed Donatello. If only he had been there in time...stopped him...he'd still be the bubbly dufus his bro

Romano. Jumping.Ciao.

My name is Romano.

And I am so done.

I don’t care about following a damn script and trying to pretty this video up.

You want me to be honest?

Fine.

Have a big helping of fucking honesty.

I am sick.

And tired.

Of everything.

If I hear the words,

“Oh, it’ll get better! Just give it time!”

One more time…

I’m… I’m gonna rip throats out.

People have been telling me things will get better my entire life.

And you know what?

It just got worse. And worse.

And it really can’t get any worse.

Here, I’ll explain.

I never got to meet my parents.

I was raised by my Grand

The Fault is in the Star ((America x Reader))

The Fault is in the Star
America x Reader

Alfred lay down on an open field in his homeland. Being able to sneak out from his boss was probably the worst and best thing he has ever come up with. It was obvious that he’d be getting a good scolding from the President tomorrow, not that he carried.

His baby blue eyes looked up to the slowly darkening sky and waited until the whole dark canvas was full of those bright glittering stars that seemed to be placed randomly in the sky. He let out a chuckle as a sudden memory appeared in his head. Right, it’s been 70 years since then.

~*~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~*~

“YO ____________

RQ: Popular!EnglandxBullied!Reader: ParadisePopular!EnglandxBullied!Reader: Paradise

“Yo, Dude!”
“Alfred, don't surprise me like that...”
“Who're you looking at?”
Arthur turned around and shushed his step-brother. “Will you keep quiet?”
“Why're you looking at that loser? (name)'s a nobody, just plain and useless.”
Arthur watched helplessly from the window down to the schoolgrounds as a jock pushed her down and her bag was emptied and people stomped over her things.
They laughed at the (h/c) haired, (e/c) eyed girl and left her then.
She stood up, shaking terribly, and collected her mostly destroyed belongings.
Alfred laughed

TMNT-Wither

The knife dug deeply into April O'Neil's picture. Karai stared up at it with disgust in her face and threw another tanto, this time nailing the photo in the eye. Already numerous blades stuck to the picture of the red head Karai had taped to her bedroom's ceiling but nothing made her feel better. What made this girl so special?

Karai had managed to track down where April had lived and found the picture. When she realized April was never coming home to her aunt, Karai left the room behind but took the picture with her. It was a portrait of the girl with a purple and yellow lotus in her hair. The girl's locks were down and she grinned down at

Jeff The Killer X Reader Part.1Your P.O.V
I was walking back to my dorm room with two of my best friend Ruth and Philip, I have no plans this weekend so i'm open to any suggestions for me and my friends to do. "So... what are our plans this weekend" I asked in a bubbly mood. "well i have to go back to michigan to see my old man" said philip sadly. Ruth seemed a bit sad but was just happy that he wasn't leaving for good. "at least you not leaving for good..." ruth said kissing him on the cheek making him blush. 'That must feel good...to have someone that you care for...' I thought. It wasn't that you were ugly or non talkative you were actually the prettiest girl on the campus and had a lot of friends, you're just looking for the "Perfect Man" its a bit ridiculous but true. Atfter Ruth and Philip left you went back to your dorm and turned on some music, (

Frostbitten: Part 9 (Jack FrostxReader)Frostbitten: Part 9
Jack FrostxReader

He was back, but of course it wasn’t the right ‘he’.

You stayed up that night, terrified of the prospect of nightmares caused at the hands of Pitch Black. What you didn’t realize is that nightmares become real while you are awake. The shadows in the corner of your room seemed denser than usual, and you watched as they formed the lean and frightening shape of the Boogieman.

“Still alone?” he hummed in that mocking voice of his, “I’d have thought your little playmate would be back by now.”

Swallowing down your external fear, you cringed away from

France x Dying!Reader - It's never too late...There was a brief knock on your ward’s door. “Come in” you said in a hoarse voice, strained by the illness you were bearing. The door creaked open and Francis stepped into view. “Bonjour, (name)” he said softly as he settled himself by the chair beside your bed.
“It’s good to see you again, Francis. Anyways, are those two with you today?” you asked and gave a faint laugh barely audible but to yourself. “Oui, they are but apparently they want me to have…a time with you for awhile” you noticed his voice faltered as he mentioned the last few words after pausing.
“I see...” you replied.
The blue-eyed French eyed his precious (name) lying on the bed. Since she got hospitalized a month ago, she was looking quite different already as her illness was taking its heavy toll on her body. Her brilliant (e/c) eyes that he loves so much was reduced to a dull hue, her soft and warm skin was now but a pale and unhealthy col

Kiss Me,A Soulless Me Reaper!ReaderXGermany Part 2I quietly calmed myself, muttering out sentances of my frustration that has appeared before me.

"I can't believe this...Thirteen years...Sigh..." I muttered. Thus began the my long. LONG, assignment. (When I mean LONG. I mean REALLY LONG)

START: Day 3. Years spent: 3/365. 0/13

So far from what I have learned, this germany person, is a overly strict, a bit of a bad temper, and a taste for beer and wurst, wurst is apparently a german sausage...Is it bad? Why would they call it wurst then?

"Really odd name. How I hate humans..."I thought in my head, with my normal, cold expression.
Humans to me, are the most pathetic, foolish, and idiotic b

HetaliaXReader: Sacrifice (Intro) You were put in this classification since you were born. You had been born from a family that owed money to your country, so, you had to be put up in a certain contest. A group of certain men would have to pick from your group of girls, but, there was a twist.

There were more men than women. One more man, to be exact. So, the girl whom wasn't chosen by a man had an unfortunate fate ahead of her.

She would be sacrificed.

You, in fact, were already quite nervous about it. It was two days until you first met the guys whose families had paid the country to attend this event. You were quite sure that you would meet your doom. You tho

Jeff The Killer X Reader Part.2Jeff P.O.V
I started to come to because i felt something being rubbed against my stomach, i looked down and blushed when i saw the girl that i was looking at through the window, "whoa... you're even prettier up close..." realizing what i just said i hid my face which was starting to turn a light pink. The girl she moved the hands away from my face "Thanks!" she said greeting me with a smile,"Sorry about scaring you earlier..." she said looking down. I chuckled "You? scaring me theres no way." I scoffed. She looked at me with a 'are you serious' face which made me chuckle even more. "Oh ha ha very funny!" she said standing up and walking back to the bathroom to put the med. kit away. 'heh...what a cute girl'

Your P.O.V
I chuckle to myself seeing how charming and fun jeff was 'Could he really be the one?...' i asked my self, 'Well... lets not get

Delusions of an Eternal Love Delusions of an Eternal Love

Pairing: Norway x Reader
Warning: Angst. That's all.
A/N: Happy Birthday Norway. such a cheesy title tho

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

-Many, many days before but not that many-

You lovingly smiled at the figure below you, stroking his soft blonde hair softly while untangling his locks that were knotted together. He laid down, his head resting on top of your dress coated lap and his hands occupied in holding a book that he had brought along on your journey. You hummed your favorite classical music while his feet tapping to the wall in sync, enjoying your pleasant hummin

When I Was Your Man. ~ItalyxReader!~

“Ah, (Name), hallo. What are you doing here?”

“I…wanted to talk to you about something...”

You are another member of the Axis Powers along with Italy, Germany, and Japan. Feliciano Vargas, Italy is your one and only lover. Germany and Japan are just your friends and ally.

But, who would have thought this would happen?

“What is it?”

“I don’t want Feli…I want you.”

“(Name)…”

“I realized that he isn’t the right one.”

MEANWHILE; in a certain Italian’s view…

“Just give me a reason; just a little bits enough—&ld

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Starscreamy Wangst-a-Riffic Poem-Thingy

by *Ha-HeePrime, Dec 12, 2012, 1:10:15 PM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Drama

Seeking Not Found

I was born with a hole in my heart:
Unwanted, unfinished,
Wrong.

An enemy made me;
And enemy saved me;
An enemy left me and laughed.

I hate as I'm hated,
Use as I'm used,
And take all I can get, though it hurts.

Unloved and unloving,
A sweet knife of pain,
I cry out in the night to be taken.

A thing of rare beauty,
A thing of fine skill,
A thing is how you'll always see me.

Starscreamy Wangst-a-Riffic Poem-Thingyby *Ha-HeePrime

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Drama

©2012-2013 *Ha-HeePrime

OK. I am fully aware of the ridiculousness of this thing. But that first stanza's been rattling at the inside of my head for over a year now; and the other night the rest of it just wrote itself. I decided not to put much effort into refining it, because, really, it's just so over-the-top. So there's meter, of a sort, but no thyme.
I take it somewhat seriously -- after all, Starscream kinda does. But not too seriously, please!

~Chiixil-84 Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I love how not serious this is yet how powerful it is, because that's kinda how Starscream is: not taking things seriously but having thought and feeling despite saying he doesn't.

Nice job~

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*Ha-HeePrime Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks.

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~Chiixil-84 Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're welcome. c:

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*RazzieMbessai Dec 14, 2012

Aww the poor Screamer!!

It doesn't even make a difference which incarnation of Starscream this is for... to a greater or lesser extent this suits all of them

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*Ha-HeePrime Dec 14, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

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~Sanzosgun Dec 13, 2012

The very last bit is the most...impactful, for lack of a better word, to me. I can see his internal sorrow at that perception.

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*Ha-HeePrime Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks.

Yeah, I was like, "That's a pretty punchy last line, pal. I'll just leave it at that." (I just let Imaginary SS write this.)

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