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Place In The WorldSimon was popular. He was great at sports and talented in music, while his art was decent and his grades were good. He laughed a lot, and he was fairly good-looking. He had dated many, and loved more people than he could count.
But he wasn't the only one who was popular, or talented, or attractive. People looked up to him and saw him as a friend, but he wasn't their top role model. Simon was good, but not amazing.
He tried to be amazing, though. He barely made any time for relaxation and focused on his weaknesses-academics and art. He stopped smiling as much, and wasn't as patient when it came to mistakes.
Still, he wasn't perfect.
He tried to forget it all. He consumed massive amounts of alcohol, and spent much time making deals in dark alleys. His friends worried about him, but didn't obsess over it.
So if you got to know Simon. he was a very friendly, outgoing guy. His life was close to perfect, and he always made sure to surround himself with the right people. He was tale
Spain x Reader - Finale - P3Spaiƞ x Reader-Fiƞaɭe-P3
Taking your hand gently in his, the man with the green eyes leads you away from your platform and into the crowd. He walks towards one of the towering computers, and nudges you to sit down at a bench. You slip your hand out of his and sit on one end of the bench, your eyes following his form as he sits down besides you. The man starts to type in a language you can’t read, occasionally glancing at you.
There’s a long period of silence as he types and you wait.
“So…What’s your name?” You ask, shifting a little in your seat.
He merely shakes his head sadly at you, not saying anything. You frown, wondering if he had understood your question.
“Do you have a name?”
The man nods once, looking a little irritated.
“…Can you speak?”
He shakes his head, and his irritated look is replaced with one of sadness.
“…Oh,” you say, feeling sorry for him. “Did you los
Spain x Reader - Finale - P2Spaiƞ x Reader-Fiƞaɭe-P2
Darkness presses on your eyes as you come to your senses. For a few moments, you lie there, fighting back thoughts and keeping your eyes closed. The most peculiar feeling is coming over you, quickening your heartbeat. It feels as if you are floating but something, or maybe someone is holding you down, keeping you from flying away. Oh, right. Someone is.
Lazily, almost reluctantly, you open your eyes halfway to a crowded white room. The room is filled with huge computers, with people typing things into the machines furiously. People of all kinds rush past each other, some of them smiling at each other or frowning at others. Everybody is dressed in unremarkable white shirts and pants. You find you are dressed the same way as you look down at yourself.
This scene might have been a fairly normal one, had there been any sound at all.
You raise your head slightly, and your eyes snap open completely in surprise. Sound rushes back to you, and it’s
2pAlliesxreaderx2pAxix The killer out thereThe killer out there 2pAlliesxreaderx2pAxix
Madame Francine made you wear a (Favorite kind of dress) with the color (F/C) and (Accessories) she also made you wear make up. She lead you to the bar and left you there as soon you entered. You sighed of course she just leave you in a frigging brothel what does she thinks you already know the person?
You decided to get drink while your at it you had a long day and you wish the case would be over soon.
All the seats were taken. Great does God like to play pranks on you or what? Might as well leave you guess Francine just wanted to doll you up.
You see someone familiar. Male, blonde hair,white tuxedo with matching fedora,ruby eyes you seen those eyes before but they were covered with sunglasses of course he doesn't wear them right now it's night time. You spent your time walking in circles trying to refresh your memory. You know you had seen that face somewhere bu
RussiaxReader Two Broken Hearts- 4It had been 2 long and lonely weeks since the horrid incident with Russia. Yet what he did to you didn't change your feelings for him and you were emotionally sick. You had tried to call him numerous times throughout the weeks but he would never answer his phone. Not only to you though. He has isolated himself from everyone else and that worried you even more.
It was a warm summer day in your homeland and the sun beamed down on you, giving you a nice tan. People greeted you as you walked down your neighborhood streets, every one knew that you were the countries personification so naturally everyone was very friendly to you. You smiled back at them in return but the smile plastered to your face was fake. You were worried sick for Russia, no one had even see him for the past few weeks and he neglected to appear at the world conferences.
Your heart ached as you were feeling so guilty for hurting him so much... WAIT!! You didn't do anything! What were you thinking! You turned around sharpl
Russia x Reader - FrozenYou shiver slightly as you pulled your thick _(fav. color)_ parka closer to your body. The snow that was coming down seemed to have no end in sight and the ground already had 4 or more feet of snow. You had been living in the northern-most part of Russia for the past 5 years and you had yet to get used to the winters. You sighed in happiness as you saw a familiar dead tree that signaled that you were close to your house. You sped up slightly but something out of the corner or your right eye caught your attention. You stopped to get a look to your side to see what it was and gasped. It was a person! A person buried in the snow. You ran over to the person to see it was a man with pale hair. He was wearing a scarf but the jacket looked too light to really give him any protection from the cold. You reached down, your fingertips just barely touching his cheek, and you gasped. He was almost as cold as the snow itself. You pulled the man up, wrapped one of his arms around your neck, and dragg
PrussiaXReader .:As You Were By My Side:.PrussiaXReader .: As You Were By My Side :.
THIRD PERSON POV
Gilbert sat down on a wooden chair in the classroom, staring at the plain white ceiling. He just sat there, without doing anything. Even his two best friends, Francis and Antonio, could not help but sigh, not understanding his situation. What Gilbert craved for was not above their imaginations. He craved for only one thing and one thing only. Your love and attention towards him.
He still remembered the days you sat beside him in every class, smiling to your heart’s content. He really loved that about you, being optimistic and smiling all the time. He loved you, but he was too afraid to be open. He was frightened of approaching you. He was cowardly; hiding his true face behind a façade, calling himself awesome and bluffing all the time. The day when he managed to gather up his courage and ask you, he saw Alfred, the star of the football team, asking you to be his g
A child's love shall last forever. Russia x ReaderRussia x reader (fluff) request for a good friend of mine ^^
so, yeah, in this you are a child. (6-7)
DO NOT KILL ME! I OWN NOTHING APART FROM THE STORY!
nobody liked Russia, it was a well known fact.
He was only small, yet all the other countries picked on him for no good reason.
Russia was alone, and always alone in his big cold country.
one day the other countries had bullied Russia rather badly, so he had gone to
his sister Ukraine for help. "you could always use a spell," Ukraine told her
little brother. "a spell?" Russia asked curiously. Ukraine nodded and gentured
to her chest "you show them your boobs!" she said. Russia, shocked, ran away
yelling something along the lines of 'it didn't matter anymore.' He ran and ran,
leaving Ukraine rather confused; since thats what normally happened in her country.
By the time Russia eventually stopped running, he heard a voice of someone
singing. Ivan looked around, searching for it's
England x Reader x America It's Raining Again
England x Reader x America
It’s Raining Again Chapter 1
It was raining, grey clouds covered the sky. The blonde stood there rain pelting him and his clothes, he was getting drenched to the bone. But he didn’t care. As he looked across from him he saw him, his enemy.
Dressed in his nation’s uniform, he stood ready to fight. At one point in time he might have looked nice, but now covered in a mixture of sweat, mud, and rain water he looked anything but. Although he a fiery look in his eyes, and I knew why. It was me, he wanted me dead. As for him, I felt indifferent I didn’t want to kill him.
He was a great fighter
He had friends and family back home
He didn’t know anything he was just a kid
He had so much to live for
He was my brother
My brother but there he was his golden locks stuck to his face his azure eyes narrowed in determination. And he was pointing his gun at me.
I woke up with a cold sweat and s
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