2p America x Male!Reader(y/n) panted as he ran through the house. For once he was scared of the one he loved. He ran into a closet hoping America wouldn't find him. It seemed God wasn't on his side. America pulled him out of the closet and grinned at him. "Hello babe."2p America x Male!Reader by warrior-shampoo72
America's vision went red as he began to hit (y/n) with his bat. When the red left his vision America realized what he had done. (y/n)'s (h/c) was matted with blood. The blood was still coming from a crack in his skull. "What have I done?"
America stood in front of (y/n)'s grave. It had been five years since America had killed him. Although some of the other 2ps tried to make him feel better it didn't help. (y/n) was gone and no one could change that fact.
"Excuse me sir are you alright?" America looked to his right and saw a young boy with (h/c) and (e/c) eyes. He couldn't have been older than five. "I'm fine," Alfred said. "Then why are you crying?" the boy asked. America blinked and for the first time noticed the tears going down
Male!Grim Reaper!Reader x Germany : MonsterMale!Grim Reaper!Reader x Germany : Monster by mangakid14
((Mangakid14 : Okay so first off even I started to cry during this and I am NEVER confident about my stories. Also this is from the reader's POV. It's like the reader is addressing a group of people or a single person. Just thought I would let you know~ ))
Hello there, my name is (m/name) and I am fifteen. My parents both have jobs that keep them away for months at a time, so I hardly see them at all. I go to school like a normal kid, I look like a normal kid, and I have friends like a normal kid but I'm not normal. Why you ask? It's because I'm what most people call a "Grim Reaper." When it is someone's time to die I am the one who has to take their souls.
You don't believe me? Fine, but for those who do I would like to tell you about one of the worst jobs I ever had. It involved my best friend. He was the one who helped me through everything even though I n
The Show Must Go On~ Male!ReaderxAmericaRequest for...The Show Must Go On~ Male!ReaderxAmerica by PrincessJodie
I never expected what would happen during rehearsals for the play that afternoon.
There seemed to be a semblance of normality, and for once nobody appeared to be teasing me. Alfred sat on the edge of the stage, looking innocent and tantalizing as his cobalt eyes scanned the script. I feel my face heat up involuntary again, trying to ignore the tanned skin beneath the tight, rolled up shirt-sleeves.
Ever since I first arrived here, he's been the only person to attempt to be my friend; at first I was reluctant, but now I'm perhaps more inclined to liking him. He's defended me numerous times, insulted those who sought to bring me down and has even insisted on escorting me to and from certain lessons when I'm more vulnerable.
It is mildly irritating having him treating me like a girl, but he's a genuine friend to the core and he only means well. When he first met, I couldn't even believe he was actually talking to me of all people. He'd dismi
France X Male!Reader: Comfort in CoffeeThe scent of gun powder clung to your clothes as you made your way back to the tent. It was late and for now both sides had ceased fire for the night. Your (e/c) eyes drifted over to the cot on the left side of the makeshift room, it was clear it hadn't been used in days. You slowly made your way over to it and sat on it while removing your boots before getting ready for bed. As exhausted as you were you knew that sleep wouldn't pay you a visit and even if it did it would only bring nightmares and pain. After all your own people were tearing themselves apart; divided in half by one mere problem and the rebel side refused to quiet down.France X Male!Reader: Comfort in Coffee by anbu-ninja-penguin
After about 20 minutes of just laying on your bed attempting to allow sleep to take you over, you sighed and sat up. There had to be something you could do to keep you busy. Than your eyes landed on the mound of papers that had been piling up since god knows when. A sigh escaped your lips as you ran your hand through your (h/c) cropped hair. "There's
Ghostly Night ShadowsMoonlight shadows playing on the wallGhostly Night Shadows by WeaponMistressJesse
from a short distance on there they fall.
Having a distinct outline of human shape
from their background they can’t escape.
These figures are together in the still of night
and appear to be holding something very tight.
One after another they seem to move along
from one end to the other there they throng.
Like moving pictures being shown on a very large screen
the distinct forms from either direction animate this scene.
These ghostly dark figures are also a fearful sight to behold
appearing to be coming and going in succession as one fold.
Who really knows from where they’ve come and where they’re going
all that is evident is just what’s before one’s sight now and showing.
Perhaps when the dark night is over and the morning light has come
whoever’s still around may understand that it wasn’t all as fearsome.
UntitledDisposable syringes are used once,Untitled by WeaponMistressJesse
Injected into the veins
Through which diseased blood runs,
Then they are discarded for ever,
The users throw them into the waste-baskets
And then they are further disposed of
Lest one should come into contact
And find himself infected,
So they are buried deep beneath the layer of earth.
Our leaders are the disposable syringes,
They are used once by pioneers of the world,
To protect their interests, to get them a reach
To sources of the soil, minerals and oil,
Then they are thrown, discarded,
Either murdered, or hanged,
And buried deep beneath the layer of time.
Untitledcrazy thoughts crazy peopleUntitled by WeaponMistressJesse
thought thought short curcuits
random thought instant assumed facts
skips into fact skips reality
skips into reality skips rationality
skips into insanity skips sanity
any crazy thought assumes solid forms
randoms facts morph into internalized fantasies
randoms facts morph into dangerous unreal mind facts
mind facts may morph into mad crazy manic actions
mind facts run away into voices internalized realities
mind facts assume mountains horizons reality separations
TOXIC LOVEBleeding from the inside outTOXIC LOVE by WeaponMistressJesse
Once again your love remains
The reason of my being
Yet your poison runs in my veins
You are my life and love
But I can’t deny
Your wicked way of loving
The sick twisted lies
I thought I knew you,
My shelter from pain
But the only way you can love me
Is to hurt me again
Cryaotic x Reader Lemon - archiveofourown.org/works/1169…
HUMANS ARE VERY INTERESTING BEINGS
The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.
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