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Misunderstood!France X Reader: I'm Not A Rapist 8
“So based on what I have been told, you punched a girl in her stomach because you deemed her to be aggressive and a threat to yourself when she made a statement to you that you disagreed with,” said one of your school deans, subconsciously tapping a pen against his desk. “You had been called in to his office not long after you arrived at school and were currently sitting in the somewhat small chair in front of him, staring directly into his eyes with a blank, emotionless stare. “As a result of your aggressive behavior she had fallen on the ground and received injuries to her elbows as well as her legs. Care to explain why you thought it was right to punch her in the stomach?”
“I did not punch her in the stomach!” you blurted out, your blank gaze immediately filling with shock and anger. “Most of what you said to me is a bunch of lies. Who told you this?”
“The girl you injured as well as two of her friends,” the dean answ
Sentiment (Loki X Reader)
~5 years old~
“All hail king Loki!” You cried as you knelt before him on the grass.
He smiled. “Thank you my loyal subject! You may rise!”
You giggled and stood up before laying on your back on the grassy hill. Staring at the sky. Loki did the same. You looked over at him and held his hand.
“One day you’re gonna be king. I know it.” You said as you stared in his eyes.
“And when I am you’re gonna be my queen.”
You smiled and looked up at the sky. “We’re gonna be together forever right Loki?”
“Forever and always (Y/n)....Oh and by the way I made you something! With magic my mom taught me!”
You sat up. “You did?”
“Yeah! Here!” He said handing you a small gold ring, surrounded by emeralds.
You grinned and put it on your right hand. Loki then teleported it on your left ring finger.
“So people know you’re mine” He s
Hetalia x Depressed!Reader - intro
It was too much.
You felt too much pain already, and you were only fifteen. You sat at home, holding the British flag, heart-shaped pillow that your close friend, Arthur, had given to you on your twelfth birthday close to your chest, with tears brimming your eyes.
You couldn't stop remembering all the bullying you got. It drove you to the point of insanity; making your emotions erratic, and making you ever-so-fragile. You couldn't handle much anymore. It was actually rather easy, now, to make you upset. You couldn't help it...your emotional strength was practically nonexistent.
Depression was simply not a fun thing to go through. Suffering from the sadness on and off was annoying as hell, and it only made you vulnerable. People tell you to stay strong, and that smiling will help strengthen you. But the fake smiles that you seem to somehow be able to nearly flawlessly only broke you more.
It all started in third grade. Third grade was when the fights between your parents started. At fir
Bunny!England x Reader- Easter from the Heart
This is the second part of the Easter story I made from 2013- if you wish to read the first part before getting to this, part one can be found in the description. Thank you, and Happy Easter!
"Happy Easter, _________!"
Indeed, today had been April nineteenth, the day where children all around the world would hop out of bed to go in search of the baskets the well known rabbit had hid for them the night before- their little hands dunking hardboiled eggs that had been prepared that morning into cups of colored water, instantly drawing little faces on them afterwards to give the appearance that they had been alive. Today was the candy filled, egg hunting day known as Easter, a national holiday that had been a tad more refreshing than that of Valentines, where everyone showed their love for others by buying stuffed animals and chocolates that would be neglected and eaten, or St. Pactricks day, everything you can possibly think of being decked out in shades of green,
[Romano x Reader] Stupid Ragazza!"What possessed those bastards to give this-a ragazza a full set of-a shots?" Lovino groaned, as he looked at you with an irritated expression. "And why the fuck do I-a have to carry her back Oh, right. Perché mio stupido fratello and those bastards are smashed, that fucking Gilbert are still serving them. Che stupido! England is on-a damage control. Fucking bastards! It's all Antonio's fault for inviting her over to Gilbert's dorm!" He rolled his eyes. Lovino then shoots a glare at the sleeping (passed out), [Name]. "And you're a fucking Godsake idiot for-a drinking so much, knowing that you're as much a lightweight! Now I-a gotta fucking carry you back to your own dorm! Wait until I-a fucking tell the school staffs what you guys have been doing! Ugh, I ought'a leave you back in there, and..."
You let out a cute snore, and tries to press closer to Lovino. Lovino blushes, and sighs in acceptance. "È stupida ragazza! Hai dannatamente fortunato sono stato abbastanz
South Korea x Reader - Pray For
A tribute to the Sewol victims and their friends and families in South Korea.
Links and information can be found in the description.
"Yong Soo... Yong Soo, please, you have to eat..."
The words that left your mouth coated in the desperate sound of your voice seemed to have no effect on the Korean man, for instead it seemed to mingle together with the hundreds of unheard screams and grief-stricken wails that lingered and echoed in the confines of his mind. Your voice was nothing but another bruise to his already battered state, tearing open the still fresh wound.
You eyed him for a response, for anything – maybe a small movement, such as a slight perk of his ears or a subtle twitch – anything to let you know that he'd acknowledged your words, but there he remained, hunched over on the couch like a statue with his face buried in his palms.
"Yong Soo..." His name was constantly uttered by you, more often than not being said in every sentence as you approac
Rogue (WinterSoldierxChild!Reader) One-ShotViolin music along with the gentle sound of a piano’s melody was heard over the video of the girl that was on the large, plasma screen before them. The Winter Soldier looked at the child with a quizzical expression on his face. His eyes squinted down on your closed ones, that hid the blank (e/c) eyes that he had seen once before they dragged you in here.
“What’s with the music?” Alexander asked baffled as he strolled into the room.
“She asked for classical music to played, sir,” one of the agents responded. “It apparently calms her.”
“Well that makes sense. We do want her calm,” he said.
You were supposedly an experiment gone wrong. Created by mad Russian scientists, you eventually rose up against them and went rogue. Judging by the many scars and needle marks along your arms, the Winter Soldier could see that they had tried their best to keep you under control. That didn’t stop you however.
The powers they had given you
Norway x Reader: Actions Speak Louder Than Words*Squeeze* "GAH! What the he-" *Poke* "Um, please sto-" *Squeeze*
______ glares at her friend from the coffee table, him on the couch and her on the floor. "Lukas.", ______ warns in a deadly tone. It was a normal day in the (l/n) household, well, except for an unexpected visit from a certain Norwegian. Lukas lets out a flicker of a smile, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. "Yes?", he asks, with that same monotone voice. He mentally smirks, but kept up the infamous poker face.
"Stop poking meeeeee. I need to finish my book", she pouts as she held (f/b) up, him noting that she looked cute like that. Lukas ignores the command and squeezes her cheek again. "Hey, ______? Do you know the phrase, 'Actions speak louder than words'?" ________ looks at him strangely, but nods slowly.
"Well, what do you think this is telling you?", he asks, and gently pokes her on the arm. She scowls and swats his hand away. "I'm fun to annoy?", she tries, the annoyance clear
We Fight Together (HiccupxReader) One-ShotThe sound of rocks crashing upon the island of Berk, mixed with the roars of dragons was heard. The black sky was covered in thick, grey smoke that made your lungs burn each time you inhaled. You tried to stay focused, tried to keep on running as your boots became covered with mud. The village houses had been set ablaze. Some were caused by the dragons who missed a target by accident, the others had been set on fire by the enemy.
Your eyes darted left and right, searching for your friends and most importantly, the one you loved with all your heart, Hiccup. Due to all your running, your (h/c) hair stuck to your forehead with sweat and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest. But you couldn’t stop running. Not now when Berk was under attack.
The Outcasts had gathered up their strength and were now currently attacking with Alvin the Treacherous as their leader. You cursed underneath your breath and you dived to the ground in front of you in order to avoid being hit wit
Gardevoir vs Kirlia wedgie fightGardevoir: *humming her fav song* *wear a thong* *giggle* *does her sexy at her mirror* ^^
Kirlia: *open a door* Kir?! 0_0 (What the?!)
Gardevoir: voir?! (huh?!)
Kirlia: Kirlia Kirlia!! (What the hell are doing?! Are you young or something?!)
Gardevoir: Gardevoir Gardevoir. (i was just try to wear a thong, you scared me)
Kirlia: Kirlia! (you're such a immature!) *give her a wedgie*
Gardevoir: VOIR!!! (mostly her girl scream)
Kirlia: Kirlia! (you such a bad mother!)
Gardevoir: Garde?! Gardevoir! (Oh yeah?! watch this!) *pull her pantie*
Kirlia: LIAAAAA!!!! (again, its mostly her girly scream)
Gardevoir: *give an atomic wedgie* Gardeoir! (you pervert!)
Kirlia: kir... lia... (ow... it hurt...) *lay on the floor*
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