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Dib x Reader - Trade
You smiled at your friend, Dib. You had been best friends since you were little. Your mother worked for Professor Membrane, so the two of you often were left to play together. While you found the paranormal interesting, it didn't borderline on obsession like Dib's interest did.
"Hey, (F/N)!" He called, running over to you. "Have you signed up for the Swollen Eyeball Network?"
You rolled your eyes. "No, Dib," You informed him. To your understanding it was a group that obsessed over false paranormal reports, something you wanted no part in.
But Dib didn't like that answer.
"Come on, pleeeease?"
You brushed your (H/C) face out of your eyes, so you could glare into his.
Dib was a persistent boy, though, and followed you about, pestering you about it.
"Why do you care so much if I join anyway?" You asked.
"Because, (F/N)! You're smart and intelligent and see through Zim's disguise and you're pretty-" He stopped himself, blushing.
You whipped around. "Did you just call me... pretty?"
Masky x Abused!Reader - One Shot.:: It's all over now ::.
I don't know for how long I've been wandering in this damned forest. Those fucking tree all look the same, and the snow covers everything around me. Truth be told, I don't know how to get out of here. But it happened again. What the hell did I do to deserve such a thing? Where did I go wrong? I have so many questions, but so little answers.. The man who's supposed to protect and love me is the one who's hurting me the most. Every night, he would drink one bottle after another until he couldn't think straight anymore. Every night, he would burst into my room and ask me to take off his belt.. And, every night, I had the choice: obey and suffer as he.. Damn it! I-I should be able to say, or at least think about it. He.. sexually abused me. If I refused to take off his belt, he would remove it himself and use it to hit me several times on my back, arms and face. He would only stop when he'd pass out, thirty minutes to an hour later. I learned how to live with
2P!EnglandXReader WorriesYou couldn’t sleep tonight…
Well, not just tonight, you had sleeping problems sometimes. When you worried about something greatly, you tended to think more and more. Your brain didn’t seem to stop thinking. It still works although you had closed your eyes, trying to sleep.
Your thoughts would wander from one thing to another and that what made it continuous. You could stop the thinking process and drifted to sleep, but it was rare for you to do so.
Today, it happened again and today you couldn’t stop your thinking. Last time you looked at the clock, it was 23:00. It was already that late! You knew you had to sleep but you couldn’t. It all began with a worry about how you would live after your marriage. You were just married and you actually had a little clue on living as new weds. Firstly, you thought about your new routines with your husband. Then it continued to something even further. You didn’t want your family broken later or sooner. You though
Lockdown.:Alfred F. Jones Love Story:.~Six~
USA x Reader
We sat around an old, beaten table, eating small amounts of bread and a few berries Ludwig found in a field. We were talking about what was going to happen from this point on. Feliciano urged the group to find more survivors so that there could be more protection, but Lovino argued that they will take up to much space and that there wouldn't be enough food for everyone.
"But, Fratello! If-a we bring more-a people, then they can-a help us find-a food too!"
"They can-a also be our-a worst fucking enemy! They-a can also stab us in the-a back and possibly kill-a us all!" Lovina growled.
Feliciano puffed his cheeks out and turned to Ludwig.
"What do-a you think Ludwig?"
Ludwig looked up from the old newspapers he found on the front porch, and to Feliciano then to Lovino and finally back to the newspaper, keeping a stoic expression.
"Don't bring me into this."
Ludwig let out a small yawn and stood up.
"If any of you need me, I'll be in the living room resting." And with tha
America x reader The Pocky Game“(Name), (Name), (Name), (Name), (Na-)”
“what is it, Alfred?
“please play the pocky game with me?”
You stared at the loud American. Why had he wanted to play the Pocky game with you? “…sure.” You agreed a moment later. He grinned his trademark grin. He grabbed the pocky box that Japan had lent him and held it up.
just why had the Japanese man given the American man the pocky without asking what he was up to?
Japan knew of your crush on America, he KNEW, so why did he give the pocky to him!?
America took a pocky stick out, and held one end in his mouth. You took the other end in your mouth, and had a stare down with him.
he smirked, and the game began, but it ended quickly. You ended up pecking lips, but just as you began to pull away, he pulled you back and kissed your lips again.
WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING?
You’re face went red. He pulled away a moment later. “I’m the hero, in both the pocky game, and kissing!
Imprisoned! 2p!EnglandxReaderxEngland Part 7
Warning: There are some mild curse words involved with implication of violence. It is not explicit enough to have the Mature Content; however, if you do not even want to read the slightest implication about it, then this fanfic is not for you!
"Let go of your damn grip on me, Arthur!" you snarl as the pirate drags you into his house.
"Please, listen to me! Artie, why won't you just stop and listen to what I have to say?!"
The Englishman abruptly stops as you crash onto his strong back, startling you.
He turns to face you with angry emerald eyes, violently glaring at you.
"Why, you may ask?! Do you have any idea how worried sick I was about you?! You don't call me for the week, and I'm supposed to think that you're doing completely fine?! He is a murderer, can't you see?" he rants on, huffing as he spits out those words at your face.
"He isn't a murderer, Arthur! He was born when you lost Elizabeth Knight, right?! When you..."
He looks bewildered and shocked that you hold such he
masquerade tango America x reader part two
The masked man held the barrel of the gun under the gang leader's chin, and the leader's eyes widen. "Let ........her.........go......asshole!" He started to squeeze the trigger, when the leader spoke, " T-t-this isnt over....." then they ran off. The masked man looked at you and held out his hand, helping you up, muttering "Assholes think that they can mess with my (y/n), well they have another thing coming at them." You blush and wrap your arms around him. "Thank you for saving me." He hugs you back and says "Of cousre I would I save you! What kind of hero would I be if I didn't save the girl???" You giggle, now knowing his identity. "America I know it's you! You can take off your mask now. " His eyes widen in surpise," How did you know??" His puzzled look so funny that you couldn't help laughing. "(y/n) what's so funny?" He pouts. You managed to somehow breathe out "Y-y-y-your face is so cute !" His face turns a deep red. " Ummmm (y/n)?? How did you know??" You smile and hug him, "I
Pirate!EnglandXTime Travel Reader - Part 8
"You're from the future, are you?" Arthur said as you looked shocked that he knows where're you from.
"How did he know?! This is bad! Should I tell him?" you thought yourself as you looked and stared down.
"Yes, I am." you said as you looked at him and you continued to explain. "The reason why I can't take off my necklace because if I do, I'm going back to my time period. But I can't go home yet. I...no...We have a mission to fulfill: Is to bring back Lovino and treasure." you said as you looked down again. "I'm sorry, Arthur." you said as you about to cry that you been lying to him and every crew and Arthur walks towards you as his hand put behind your head and pull you into his chest as your face is red.
"A...Arthur?" you stuttered as he whispered your ear softly
"It's okay. You don't have stay. You can go home when you feel like it. You can go home now. I won't stop you." he said as he sound so sad a
(Russia x Reader) Shattered Sunflower Memories (2)DISCLAIMER! I don't own you or Hetalia.
Shattered Sunflower Memories (Chapter 2)
It had been several days ever since that strange incident, when Ivan found me in the snow. I still hadn't been able to recall any memories, but I sure made new ones. They were pleasant, and I felt happy.
I had somewhat convinced everyone to let me sleep on the sofa, and they promised me I would be able to get my own bed one day. I ate a lot, and my body returned to its' normal, healthy structure. Over the several days, Yekaterina, Natalya, and I had gone out shopping for some warm clothes for me to wear, since I didn't have any yet. I felt like I was part of their family, and I was being embraced by a warm, soft love.
"Aleksandra… are you cooking?"
A tired voice called out from the hall, and I saw a sleepy Ivan, rubbing his eyes. I smiled and nod, showing him my soup.
"I'm making some borscht. I woke up early and decided to make breakfast. It's almost done though."
Dib X Reader (Quickfic)Dib looked at you, a smile on his face. You two had been having the best night ever, he had brought you to the fair and you two had pretty much ridden all the rides.
"I, uh, I had a lot of fun tonight, ___" He said, his cute little nerdy voice as nervous as ever,.
"I did too, Dib!" You replied eagerly. "Your a really nice boy, you know."
"W-What did you say?" Dib's eyes widened hugely.
"I said your nice! Because, you are, Dib!"
"N-No one's ever...b-been so nice to me before..." You looked at him sadly. Was that the first compliment he'd ever gotten?
"Dib, listen to me..." You looked at him sincerely. "You are a wonderfull person, you hear? Your smart, handsome, funny, and overall just a great person. I...I l-like you a lot.... and I think you deserve so much better for your life."
Dib said your name softly as he fought back the joyous tears that threatened to pour from his sparkling eyes. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes popped as he kissed you,
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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