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Russia X Reader: Babies Can't Have Vodka!: Part 1O.K. first reader insert ever! So let us aim the guns away from my head and cut me some slack, MKAY!
So, seeing as I am the almighty writer, we're doing this my way! Which means the reader is Goth and awesome. PROBLEM WITH THAT!? Then I suggest you go cry in a conveniently placed corner and contemplate just where your life went so wrong that you need to express sorrow while facing a corner.
So without further ado let us read this sad excuse for literature!
Here you are, on a Friday night all alone in your room reading manga and listening to some sweet, sweet jams. While other girls would be out on a date or hanging with friends, you were here, in your sweet solitude admiring your wicked layout. It's kinda like Victorian vampire meets a bloody massacre of spiders and corpses. Anyone who has been in your room has been scared to the point of weeing on themsel
Russia X Reader: The Music BoxPlease read description first
The weather was fierce this time of year. The winds howled a haunting cry and snow smothered the earth. The sky was dark and foreboding. The forest was quite with deep slumber, a waiting the coming spring. To be out in this storm would be considered suicide. The temperature was dangerously low as night consumed the day and brought forth darkness.
A small boy sat beneath a mighty tree, trying to shield himself from the mighty winds. He curled himself into a ball trying to hold on to any body heat he had left. It would not take long for him to freeze in this weather. He was shaking uncontrollably; his body couldn't take much more of this. He fell into the freezing snow and quaked violently. His eyes were shut tight and he was biting his lip.
Something snapped him out of his daze. He heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow. He knew that no one in their right mind would be out in this weather. He knew that it must be a wild beast come to finish him off.
RussiaxReader: INSANITY 100%You held your gun to your body as tight as you were able to. You slowly walked from your shelter behind the wall. You heard a loud pop and immediately turned into the side. You shoot from your gun and a man fell down. You looked at his dead body with no emotions. You were more concerned to find another man. A man who caused all that.
You slowly made your way to the main office, killing other guards. You were used to see death; it made no effect on you. You had seen it much more than you should, also sending people to their graves, either using your own hands or a gun or a bat. You were a fighter and also a killer.
You finally stood in front of the office. You looked at the scene you left behind. Torn bodies, blood splattered everywhere and the scent of metal and power was overwhelming. Beige walls all covered in blood from shots were gruesome. You just sighed and crept into the office.
Suddenly you were surrounded by ten people, pointing guns at you. You smirked devilishly and shot fiv
Karaoke Russia x reader CannibalKaraoke Russia x reader cannibal
You skimmed over the list of songs until you finally found the one you were looking for,
It was perfect! You loved Russia alot, sometimes so much you just wanted to eat him, almost literally do to his cuteness, you would eat anything cute but not actually eat the item. But when with Russia you feel like you could eat the large man and his cuteness.
You told Misscheeseycake your choice of song and she nodded.
You walked up to the mike as the music started to play and began to sing.
"I have a heart I swear I do
But just not baby when it comes to you
I get so hungry when you say you love me
If you know what's good for you
I think you're hot I think you're cool
You're the kinda guy I'd stalk in school
But now that I'm famous, you're up my anus
Now I'm gonna eat you fool!"
I eat boys up, breakfast and
Hetalia Christmas :a Catherine x Japan story:Christmas With Japan
You sighed, looking out the window of the hotel's waiting area. The sky was the color of steel, rainy and cold. You sighed again, your breath fogging up the glass. You were in Japan, waiting for Italy to get out of the world meeting. He had invited you to come with him, and, seeing as how you loved him like a little brother, you came with. Little did you know, you would be forced to sit, bored and alone, for three hours with nothing to do outside the meeting room door. Your mind wandered a bit, easing your boredom. . . . . . . . .
Next thing you knew, you were shivering against the freezing glass. You looked up at the sky. It was dark now, and it looked like it was about to snow any minute. "Are they still in the meeting?" you voiced aloud curiously, as you peeked at the door. Your eyes widened, mortified. The room was dark and empty.
Italy and everyone else had left. Without you.
"NO!!" you whimpered loudly. You stood up quickly and ran to the main desk, hurriedly
RussiaxReader - Diamond RingIvan Braginski paced the living room nervously. Today was the two year anniversary of them being together and Ivan felt he found the girl that would be with him until the end of their days. He had met her in a coffee shop when she was a dollar short of buying a cup. She was about to return the cup when, as an act of kindness, he gave her a couple spare dollars. They had a conversation afterword and it went from there.
Now, why was he so nervous? Oh yes, he was planning to propose to her tonight at the special dinner he planned so long for.
Ivan decided to sit down and take out a small black box. Opening it, a beautiful golden ring shone. In the center was a small blue diamond, a particularly rare gemstone, on a silver ring. Hearing the door open, he shot up and pocketed the ring.
"Ivan! You won't believe what happened at work today!" He smiled at your voice.
"What is it, sunflower?" He asked as you ran into the room, wrapping your arms around him.
"I got a promotion Ivan! My boss said
ChinaXReader: My Little Star abrigded~*Kony 2012*~
Your eyes flutter open. You were in Yao's room. You buried your head in your pillow hiding a tired yawn. Your < (hair color)> was a mess and you had dried saliva on the corner of you're mouth. You feel someone shake you gently "_____ -Chan wake up." Your eyes focus on someone who isn't Yao. In defense you quickly jump up and punch the young man in the face. He yells and falls to the floor. His glossy black hair in his face and through them his coco brown eyes. "_____-Chan, why did you hit me? I dirn't do anything!"
You gasped and ran over to him "Mr. Japan I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!" You knelt in front of him and touched his cheek which was stained with blood from his mouth. You leaned in to get a better look of what was bleeding. "It's alright _____-Chan, it was my fault, I suggest waking you up and China did warn me you were easily stunned." He touched your hand on his cheek as he saw you were struggling with tears. The door opened "
Study Session Ivan x Reader
His house was so chilly. It was only the beginning of November, but his house was as cold as a February night. How could this guy stand this kind of cold? The freezing cold hard wood floors made your knees numb. You didn't want to sit on the floor any longer, but you were much too nervous to move up to the couch where Ivan was lounging. You sigh heavy as you ask the next question. "Okay, so Don John, the bastard, hated his brother Don Pedro because " Ivan's face scrunched with puzzle. Your class was reading Shakespeare this month. You yourself found Shakespeare hard to read, you can only imagine how hard it must be for a Russian foreign exchange student to read it. Ivan's English was perfectly fine (minus the accent), it was just the alphabet he struggled with. Finally after a long pause Ivan opened his mouth.
"Nope, that's against the rules. Think about it." He released a sigh. During Ivan's first day of school, you were the one who was picked to show him around. Ever sin
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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