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My Friend the Player- Prussia x Male!Reader

You sighed as you watched the familiar albino figure walk over to a crowd of women. You'd have thought he'd already learned his lesson; he just didn't know how to interact with people, especially to women. He'd been shot down more times than anybody you knew, but every time he just kept getting back up, wiping the slap marks from his face and walking over to another group. All those whacks on the head must have given him some brain damage; he was probably one of the densest people in the world. Not that that stopped him being attractive; boy was he attractive.

You had no idea how long you'd been in love with the idiot. What you did know, on

America x Male!Reader - Will You Marry Me?"Yo [Name]! You've been sleeping all day; it's time to wake up!" Alfred barged in through the door of the room, causing you to groan and turn to the other side.

The American frowned and walked up towards your bed. You felt the bed dip slightly, so you assumed that Alfred had sat down beside you. You pulled the covers over your head and wished for a few more hours of sleep.

Last night was horrible for you. For some strange reason, sleep decided to evade you, so you were lying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling for about three hours since you went to bed. You then stared at the wall for two hours, yet sleep still wouldn't come to you. J

Hetalia Trekkin'- America x Male!Reader"It is most certainly not living tissue."

You knew that was probably the most useless thing you could say given the situation. Of course it wasn't living tissue; you were in freaking space. Y'know, a vacuum. Where all living things would die if they were left without protection. And by protection, you meant spacesuits. But, given who your captain was, you honestly couldn't be bothered to be any more helpful. You sighed, looking away from the scope and towards the blond man lounging in the captain's chair, surrounded by McDonalds bags. How he managed to get McDonalds this far into unexplored space, you did not know. Though then again, given h

A Cup of Sunshine- Russia x Sick!Male!Reader

You coughed, shuddering at the sensation in your throat. That was the worst part of a cold, or was it the headaches? Then again, there wasn’t much to love about having a cold, unless you like the novelties of blurry eyes, an inability to go for three seconds without sneezing or having a body temperature that shouldn’t be found in nature. You lay back into the pillow, closing your eyes and trying to put your mind somewhere else. Preferable somewhere which was warm and you could sip at your cold drinks carried by waiters/waitresses wearing pretty much nothing. Somewhere where you had the best home cinema system ever and a massive st

The Soldier and the Saint: Russia x Male!ReaderYou pushed through the crowd, trying to reach the familiar face. You couldn't see him clearly, but you knew it was him; the tall frame that seemed to dominate the people around him, the pale hair, cut so roughly you could see the path the scissors had made, the scarf flapping around his neck like a wounded animal trying to escape. It was Ivan, you knew it.

You'd missed him so much; his absence making the farm feel empty, the very soul of the buildings gone. Though you'd thought it was a worthy cause, otherwise you'd have never let Ivan go, no matter how many rumours that would have stirred up. Not that there weren't rumours anyway; you were

Friend like Me- Demon!Male!Reader x Male!UkraineYou entered the smoke filled room, gagging slightly from the smell. It was times like this you regretted having heightened senses; you absentmindedly wondered if you could get your sense of smell made more impervious, just a little. As you walked further and further into the room, the smoke became thicker, added to by numerous patrons, both seen and unseen. Jazz filled the air, the red couches and silk curtains adding to the feel of playboy luxury.

It wasn't your choice of establishment; that was for certain. Had you had your way, this meeting would take place in one of the coffee houses surrounding the river; at this time of night they'd be

I Dream of Stars-Were!America x Male!Vamp!Reader 2Were!America x Male!Vampire!Reader
Chapter 2 : Jellybean bag of friends
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It's been a few years since Alfred's encounter with you. Every once in a while he would wonder to that very spot where he had met you hoping you just walk by. It's not that he cared about you it's just that you were the first vampire to not lash out at him or hurt him in anyway, well besides his friend Mathias. Alfred decided to walk in to the city to get some food from McDonalds. He made sure that his ears and tail were hidden before heading out…
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Time skip cause I don't know how to continue~!
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After Alfred gathered his 6 double cheese bu

The Skies were Blue [Chapter 1]

You stared at your Lieutenant, unsure of whether to believe him or not. It felt like a sick joke, a trick played on you by Central Command. It just didn't make any sense, your squad was doing fine; there was no need for the Yankees to be there. It was almost like a slap in the face; a declaration that you weren't worthy, no matter what you had done.

And you had done a lot. Thanks to you, your squadron was now well almost infamous in the south west. Both you and your beloved Bristol Beaufighter had reached almost legendary status. And now all your successes were being ripped from you, as if you were worth almost nothing to the force, your ent

Nerd and a Cupcake: Fem!Canada x Reader [Songfic]She is black and I am blue
Bruises on my heart for you
All my drawings on her wall
Never seems to mind at all

"Right…left…just a little to the left…perfect!"

Maddie giggled, her curled bunches jumping a little.

"How long is the sketch gonna take."

You slid your hand across your pencil tin, trying to pick the perfect one. Picking one, you turned back to the battered sketchbook on your lap and drew a rough circle.

"It'd take a lot less time if you didn't move as much."

She smiled again and your heart skipped another beat.

Keeps her secrets in a jar
Reads them when I'm in her car
She is smart and I am not
She built me

The Skies were Blue [Prologue]

"So you're really sending them there?"

The man looked up from the map sprawled across the table in front of him. It was obvious that the years hadn't been kind to him; the dark circles around his eyes alone paid homage to that. His hair wasn't white by any stretch of the imagination; it was more like an off-grey, as if it had planned to go white at some point but due to war rationing had only been able to achieve this shoddy imitation.

But there was still an edge of dignity about him. You couldn't tell if it was his gaze, or his manner of standing or even just his worn blue uniform, covered in medals. But it was there, like a sort of phanto

Soldier!America x Soldier!Male!Reader-ONE SHOT- The sound of guns reloading and screams of terror filled your mind constantly. It was never ending. You wanted out. You needed out. But you couldn't run away. You'd be killed. But you'd go insane if this kept going. You needed out....
Your eyes shot open as you tried to sit up, only to hit your head forcefully on the metal bed post. You winced and tried to move your arm when something felt numb. You looked to your left to see your left arm completely gone. You panicked, looking around for, well, nothing really. Your arm perhaps?
"Calm down, soldier."
You spun your head towards the voice to see a man with bright blue eyes and sandy

Breaking the Rules- FTM!Reader x Poland

You'd harboured a grudge against Felix for a long time. Not for the same reason as the other students did, nudging each other when he passed by, glaring at him with utter disgust, mouthing that three letter word to each other behind his back. No, you weren't a homophobe, by any means. Your grudge against Felix was one of jealousy. Because he seemed free and happy to wear a uniform he felt comfortable in, while you were forced to wear the wrong one. The girl's one.

You had no idea when you first realised you were a boy; it had never seemed to matter when you were a child. Your parents had been pretty liberal about who and what you played with

Empty Bottle- England x Male!Reader

He'd been drinking; you could tell. His words were slurred, his movement slow. The empty whiskey bottle was a giveaway too; the last few drops of golden liquid still lingering at the bottom, like the first raindrops before a storm. He looked up at you, those green eyes clouded over slightly, his bottom lip curling into a frown. You sighed; this was becoming almost predictable, that immediately after a case he'd drown himself in alcohol. You didn't know why he did it and, to be honest, part of you didn't really want to. But that didn't make it any easier to watch your partner, your brother, your friend, do this to himself. You slid a hand arou

Ten Rules to Writing LemonsOk, given the amount of, quite honesty, terrible lemons I've come across on my journeys across the interwebs, I'm going to give all you lemon writers a few rules to consider when writing them. Feel free to ignore my advice; I am, after all, an amateur, but, really, even just taking in one of these will improve your lemons considerably.

Rule 1: Use metaphors and Euphemisms carefully

Trust me; some metaphor just make your work really, really unsexy. Be very, very careful when using them. A good way to tell if you've got a good one on your hands is to say it out loud; does it make you feel hot? Or does it just make you laugh? Some of the worst

The Shadow People: Russia x Daemon!Male!Reader

You hated him. Hated him from the centre of your very existence; hated his dismissal of everything you did for him, hated the pent up cruelty within him that found you its victim, hated that eternally present smile, mocking and scorning everything you were, like you weren't even capable of being a person. And, in the eyes of many, you weren't.

The entire story was never publicized, so you had to piece together every little rumour on the streets, every single piece of gossip and every obscure reference in long forgotten tomes. It hadn't been easy and sometimes you were forced to doubt the validity of what you had heard, but it was all you had

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However, it will never threaten to stab you.

Yes, this is my birthday cake. It is days like this I realise how awesome having a father who bakes cakes and plays Portal is.

I'm not sure whether I want to eat this because it's awesome, or not eat it because it's too awesome.

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~Naelianne May 4, 2013

Wow, that is awesome, I hope it tasted good.

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-jumps around happily- poooortal

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Indeed. Por-

-tal is awesome~

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~radioactivederp Feb 23, 2013 Student

i see what you did there.

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~JellyfishPrincess14 Feb 17, 2013

nice! thats really cool!

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