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PrussiaxReader: Mein Dearest Awesome Love (Sequel)PrussiaxReader: Mein Dearest Awesome Love (Sequel) by ~HaloStormHybrids
The first thing Gilbert noticed when he woke up was a splitting headache. He felt like his head might literally split open. That's how bad it was. The next thing he noticed was that he had almost no memory of what he had been doing last night, apart from that he had driven himself to a bar with the intention of having one or two drinks with an old friend. That friend had ended up not showing. The last thing he noticed, as he sat up slowly, groaned, and clutched his head in pain, was that he was not in his own bed.
Mein Gott... I got drunk again last night, didn't I? Where the crap am I...? he thought, annoyed with himself. Slowly, he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Good news, he could stand and walk on his own now. Bad news, his headache was really, really bad. He groaned again and started looking around the room. It seemed slightly familiar...
Where the crap is my shirt? he thought, noticing that he w
BTTxBullied!Reader: One of UsBTTxBullied!Reader: One of Us by ~HaloStormHybrids
You hit the back of your head as you were slammed against your locker. The other girls laughed as you winced in pain and tried not to cry. "Aww, did wittle (Name) get a boo-boo on her head? Well, maybe now people will believe the reason for your ugliness is because you get hurt all the time!" the leader of the girls jeered, and the others laughed harder.
"What do you want, (Leader's Name)?" you asked through gritted teeth, forcing back tears. You'd never give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
"Nothing much. We just want to know why an ugly person like you would be wearing these," (Leader's Name) said, tugging your glasses from your face.
"Hey!! Give those back!!" you commanded, trying to take the glasses back, but the other girls held you against your locker.
"Why? They don't make you any prettier. They just add to your ugliness. In my opinion, you would look better blind," (Leader's Name) remarked bitterly, th
FranceXLowSelf-Esteem!Reader A Rose Started it AllFranceXLowSelf-Esteem!Reader A Rose Started it All by *mangafan23
The call caused the young man to turn towards the person who called out to him. He noticed his two friends running towards him, with the looks that they had something on their minds.
His best friends, the cheerful Antonio Fernández Carriedo, and the loud Gilbert Beilschmidt came over to him as he closed up is text book.
"Bonjour, you two. Comment allez-vous?" Asked the light blonde with crystal blue eyes as he stood to meet his friends.
"You vant to come to zhe mall vith us? Ve need to zhink about somezhing to get for your birthday next veek!" Gilbert smirked.
"Oh? You want me to come?" Francis asked with a laugh. "Wouldn't that spoil the surprise?"
"Please, amigo! How are we supposed to know what you want?" Antonio asked with a grin. "Besides, school's out for the weekend, and you have a week to plan for the party! Surely your going to forget what we spot to get you!"
Francis laughed. His friends really were known for their antics, but thi
NorwayXTsundere!Reader They're Pretty CoolNorwayXTsundere!Reader They're Pretty Cool by *mangafan23
Ahh, school. One of the most hated places for any teenager. Especially if that teenager was (Name). God, she HATED school. Sure, she had friends, the teachers were moderate, the homework was small, what could be wrong? Besides the fact that her crush was next to her. In. Every. Single. Class.
The (h/c) female just couldn't stand it. She had different ways of showing she cared for him, and those ways were lashing out with her sharp tongue at him. Not that it seemed to bother..... Him.
The light blond and dull blue eyed boy was enough to drive her mad. She loved him, she really did, but her actions did give out mixed signals. What made matters worse, was that she was best friends with his younger brother.
(Name) walked into her world culture class, and sat in between her best friend and her crush. On her left, the Icelandic male with silvery white hair and blue eyes, Emil Stelisson. And on her right, the light haired with a detached curl and cross hair clip, dull blue eyes, and emot
Just One Dance (BubblesXBoomer) (FINAL!)Sigh.Just One Dance (BubblesXBoomer) (FINAL!) by ~powerpuffgirlsZbuble
That was probably the uptenth time Boomer had sighed that night. He and his brothers were recently invited to a ball; a ball in honor of the Power Puff Girls Z. He minded the irony. Or at least he wanted to mind it. But, honestly, he didn’t. And neither did his brothers. He knew of the fact; they did like their counterparts, after all. And, when he said like, he meant it just as it sounded. He didn’t know how it happened, or what triggered it; he just knew that the secound he laid his eyes on Bubbles, the sweet and bubbly Bubbles, he couldn’t look away.
She was like his angel, his savior even. And he meant that quite literally. She saved him, probably knowing of his real identity but still saved him. She could’ve just left him there; he knew that and she probably did, as well. But, she didn’t. She picked him up when he fell, she was his light in the dark that was himself.
With another sigh, Boomer tapped his fingers across the fra
Just One Dance (Butchercup)Why the Hell am I doing this, thought to herself one Kaoru Matsubara, a deep, annoyed frown plastered on her slightly tanned face. She was standing in a forgotten corner of the room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed at her chest. She was feeling annoyed of herself; how could she have fallen for that trick? Yea, Sakuruu Daisuke was at the party, yet she didn't seem to be getting closer to him any time soon. Surrounded by crazy, squealing fangirls, the blonde, muscular man was laughing along with what 1 of the had said, his deep, green eyes covered with tan eyelids while his bulk arms were placed behind his back.Just One Dance (Butchercup) by ~powerpuffgirlsZbuble
Kaoru let out another annoyed huff; whatever, she thought to herself, it's not like I must meet the guy...Even if he is my 2nd favourite wrestler, behind my dad. Her fists clenched at her sides and a scowl forming on her pale face, her eyes glared directly into Daisuke's skull.
Daisuke felt a shiver run down his body, his skull feeling like it was set a flare, murd
Just One Dance (Blossick)Jazz. Jazz music every where. People were swaying to the cheerful beat, laughs and words exchanged as they danced. The atmosphere was, although it was supposed to be fairly formal, happy and cheerful. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling lit up the spacy room, a few candles standing proudly on the well-served tables. Chicken, turkey, duck, and just about every other animal flesh you could think of smelled wonderfully, heavenly desserts over-powering the juicy smell. And, in the midst of them, a tall, red-headed girl was stuffing her mouth full of the delicious treats.Just One Dance (Blossick) by ~powerpuffgirlsZbuble
Momoko, now 16 year old and going to high school, was far from the elementary school heroine she used to be. Though keeping her endless love for sweets, the girl wasn't nearly as boy crazy and fanciful she was, now keeping a clear head and firm hand.
Her elegant, ankle-lenght red dress was hugging her upper body, yet flowed beautifully as soon as it reached her thin waist. Black plumps with sashes going up her leg to h