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Blue-Eyed Matador.Characters: Spain, 2p!Fem!Romano.
Song based on Blue-eyed Matador by Voltaire. Link in description.
DISCLAIMER: I have no idea if 2p!Romano has blue eyes anyway, so lets pretend (s)he does, okay?
I stood, staring at a distant light. It was chilly, I noted, as I walked through the tunnel. Cheering could be heard from outside. The light was beginning to get closer now. I shivered, but continued my journey, closer and closer to the not-so-distant light. The wind picked up and I shivered again. The cheering was getting louder. I was upon the light now.
I entered the bull ring arena. People form all over cheered. The screaming I ignored. Was I dreaming? No, I couldn't. But that bull... I couldn't quite think. That bull seemed to be like no other I have ever fought before. He seemed... evil. Ha ha ha! I understood after studying the beast. This was the final fight. If I weren't a powerful country, I would surely die. That's it! This wasn't just an ordinary
Christmas Shoes Based on the song "The Christmas Shoes" by the artist NewSong.
I stood in line at the department store. I was trying to finish up some Christmas shopping for my Catholic friends, and my girlfriend. It was all a giant rush to get everything done before that 'holy day'. All it did was put me in a generally bad mood. People around talked about loved ones and what they did on Christmas. Since I wasn't of that faith, I didn't pay any attention. In fact, while I waited on that long line, the only thing to attract my attention was the person in front of me. He was a young boy with a medium shade of brown colored hair. He had tan skin, and when he turned I could see his olive green eyes. His clothes were not only, worn, torn, and old, but incredibly dirty. The thing that got me most was not his little boy pacing, but rather the pair of red shoes in his hands.
It finally came his time to pay, and honestly, I couldn't believe w
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page seven I left town and began trudging through the sand again. Day two of this quest. Honestly, it didn't seem so tough. (Why does Mario always complain? It's not that tough. Then again, he might be tired of just always saving Peach.) I kicked some sand as the heat went up. I wiped some sweat from my forehead as fireballs began to form. Normally I have no problems with fireballs (except if they get into town), but these fireballs were getting in my way. Casually, I just walked around them. It was just that simple. I looked up at the clear blue sky. Not a single cloud in the sky, which was such a shame. Some shade would be greatly appreciated.
I walked for another half hour before becoming too exhausted to go on. I sat down and took out the Gameboy Horror. I wasn't going to contact Mom or E. Gadd, I was going to goof around with the settings. Well, not really. I just wanted to see if it had a map on it somewhere. Something useful. I turned it on and kep
I live in a pineapple under the sea... I hate my life. My only friend is named Patrick. And he's mentally retarded. All we do together is stupid shit, all day long. I'm twenty-two years old and work in the fast food chain, and I probably won't do anything else with my life. My one and only co-worker makes fun of me all day. If I were to complain to my boss, he would cut my already shit pay, mainly because he's a cheap bastard. The woman I love is a southern belle, who is a scientist. All I am to her is a practice dummy and a test monkey. I also can't leave my home town, since I don't have my drivers license. And every time I take the test, I fail. To make matters worst, I live in a pineapple under the sea.
He Used to be Great He used to be the greatest man alive. No one could compete against him, the Spanish, Germans, nor the French. Great Britain, aka Arthur Kirkland, truly was a great man indeed. He was stronger. His army was the best trained, and his navy was larger then anybody else's. His country was the strongest. Of course, he was respected by many people, small and large. Including a little American boy...
Arthur's colony America, aka Alfred F. Jones, was a small boy. He was raised by Arthur after he beat the French-man Francis Bonnefoy. He respected Arthur, looked up the the Brit, and loved him as a younger brother should. He did whatever the Brit wanted him too. Never did he want to betray him. Alfred thought that he should follow in Arthur's footsteps and grow up to be like him.
Arthur always loved Alfred. After all, he was his little brother. Arthur wanted to be one of the best older brothers there could
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page six I woke up at around eight. For a minute, I had no idea where I was. Oh, right. I stopped at the Star-Fallen Inn, I thought, yawning. I got up and stretched before putting my boots and crown back on. I grabbed Poltergust and the Gameboy Horror and left the room. When I entered the foyer, there were tons of people. This place must be popular. I headed towards the food cart for some breakfast. I was sure people were giving me a sideways glance, but who cares?
I sat down with an omelet and began eating. I needed to be out of here quickly. About halfway through my omelet, the woman from last night sat across from me. "Hello there Princess. May I ask you a question?" she said. I nodded and stopped eating. "What will happen to the people of Sarasaland if you're gone and Tatanga comes back?" I thought for a moment.
"Honestly, I have no idea," I answered. The women nodded and left. I finished the om
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page five I walked through the desert, towards the Mushroom Kingdom. I know that I would need to cross over into Bowser's kingdom just to get this all to end. I glanced at the ground, making sure I didn't fall into quicksand. I also happened to notice the lack of mushroom houses. What gives? I know that there should be some! This was a castle world after all. Or was it?
I needed to know whether this was a castle world, or a mansion world. So I looked at the details. The lack of Goomba's, Koopa's, Lakitu's, and other villain's was a good sign of a mansion world. Also, fireball's were trying to form, they just couldn't. Didn't Luigi and Mario once say that Luigi's Mansion gave off loads of cool air? Or was it that the mansion made the sky darker then it really was? Or was it both?
Frustrated that I couldn't remember, I kicked the sand furiously and continued walking. How could I save who ever if I didn
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page four Once in my room, I ran to my closet. I grabbed a yellow sundress and orange rain boots. Looking at them, I wondered why I even had rain boots! I tore off my dress and threw the sundress on. I slipped my feet into the boots and ran back downstairs. Mom was waiting there for me, holding what I believe is the Poltergust. After all, it looked like a red vacuum backpack. Mom took my hand and lead me back to the cellar. When we arrived at the bottom, E. Gadd looked at us.
"Alright young lady, you need to learn how to fight some ghosts. Lucky for you, I always bring some training ghosts. Now, I added straps to the Poltergust because when your running around and not fighting ghosts, it would be hard to keep the Poltergust on your back," E. Gadd explained. I nodded. At least straps would mean not worrying about it slipping off my back when fighting anything, from Goomba's to ghosts.
Daisy's Mansions: Chapter One, page three Mom, E. Gadd, and I stood outside on the balcony. The spaceship landed, blowing sand into a dust storm type cloud. The giant glass dome opened, and out stepped Tatanga. I groaned and hid behind my mother. I peeked from behind Mom's back to see what was happening. Tatanga was looking around before he looked up and found the balcony. Instantly, he started towards the front doors. The guards did their best to keep him from entering. But, well.. Tatanga's a alien and the guards are Goomba's It was obvious who was going to win. Tatanga entered the castle. It wouldn't be long until he found his way to the balcony. Sand is soft enough. And jumping seems to be the best idea right now.
Instead of jumping and basically committing suicide, I ran to the edge of the balcony. My mom stood in front of me, and E. Gadd seemed to want to offer protection, though we both know he can't. Finally, the dreaded moment happened. Tatanga
Parent AU: Actor!Levi x Singer!Reader II
"Papa, Papa look! Mama's on TV!"
Levi was currently coming from the kitchen when he over heard his son excitedly mention his mother on the large flat screen TV. He looked, noticing that you were presented on the TV show: Dancing with the Stars. Levi growled as you were dancing swing with the man who was presented as Reiner Braun who was famous for his appearances on dance movies and such. Levi continued to glare at the TV, watching as you had a smile on your face and Reiner was holding your body so freely. Eren looked away from the screen to look at his father, feeling the dark aura in the air.
"Horseface! Papa is getting angry again!"
"Young Master, I thought I told you to stop calling me that.."
"Hurry and get Papa some tea! I think he's going to blow!"
Jean sighed as scurried over to the kitchen, immediately making Levi's tea to help him calm down his nerves. Eren looked at the TV again, noticing that you and Reiner got a pretty high score for the dance per
2P!America x Child!Reader - Tic Ticci
"Al~! Can you take me outside for ice cream?" you asked.
"You already had your ice cream." Allen responded as he changes the t.v channel.
"Daddy said that I can get another one~!"
"You can say all the please cuz I ain't going out to get you ice cream."
"Fine!" you pouted.
"Good girl!" Allen smiled as he ruffled your hair.
It's only an hour after Allen told you that he can't bring you outside for ice cream but you didn't give up.
You stood behind the couch that Allen was sitting on. That's when you started annoying him.
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..." you said, smiling.
~~~Five minutes later~~~
"Tic... Tic... Tic...Tic... Ticci... Tic..."
"Ticci... Tic... Tic..." you raised your arms up, "TWITCH!"
"Fine! I'll bring you out to get ice cream!" Allen blurted.
"Just. Don't. Do. That. Ever. Again."
You happily nodded.
2P!England x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 4
"Yes poppet?" Oliver smiled as he place the tray of cupcakes on the counter.
"Tell me a story."
"Sure thing poppet~! You can take a seat if you like."
"I'll just sit on the floor~" you sat down and looked up at your father, waiting for him to start.
"Once upon a time, there lived a five family rabbits. One rabbit is the father named OllieBunny, the uncle named FranBunny, the oldest son named MatBunny, the other son named AlBunny and the cute daughter named [Nickname]Bunny."
"Wait, why am I called AlBunny?" Allen asked, who was sitting beside you.
"Shut up, AlBunny!" Oliver smiled, "Now where was I? Oh! Right! One day, they went out to get carrots to eat but EvilBunny came and took all of the carrots. The family became sad because they're so hungry. Then the next day, they went to the EvilBunny's house and killed him so they can eat the carrots and live their lifes. The end!"
You, Allen and Matthieu clapped.
Project: FEM - She-Hulk (BrucexReader)Something is wrong….Why can’t I open my eyes?
“Doctor, she’s barely responsive!”
Who are they talking about…?
“She’s lost a lot of blood. Do we have anyone who is willing to perform a blood transfusion?”
Your eyelids felt heavy and you felt a piercing pain in your stomach. Your lips were dry and cracked, your throat was worse and your entire body felt like there was an immense weight on it. Just lifting up your fingers caused great pain. You searched throughout your memories to try and figure out what had happened. The harder you thought, the more your brain hurt. Not being able to open your eyes was starting to terrify you.
Your hearing wasn’t all too good but you heard a faint beeping noise with beeps that were becoming very frequent with each passing second.
“Wait!” you heard someone familiar yell. “(Name) and I have the same blood type! Let me do a blood transfusion.”
“Who are yo
2P!Canada x Child!Reader - Tell Me A Story 3
"Mattie! Tell me a story!" you jumped on his bed, making it harder for him to read.
Matthieu closed his book and removed his glasses, "What kind?"
"Short one! Suitable for kids!"
"Okay. Sit down."
You stopped jumping and sat beside him.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name is Allen... The end."
"That's not a complete story!" you jumped on him and started pulling his hair.
"It's a complete story." Matthieu said, sounding like it didn't hurt at all.
"No, it's not!"
"If you don't stop, I'll tell a scary one."
"Then I'll hunt you forever!!"
Matthieu grabbed and drop you out of his room before locking his door.
"Jerk!" you yelled.
Reactions (Levi x Reader)
Levi never smiles.
That was a fact all of the Legion has accepted. It was difficult to get a laugh from him, even if it was just a tiny smile.
Therefore, it became your personal mission to get him to.
"What? How to get him to smile?" Hanji laughs, patting you on the shoulder, "I don't think you'll ever succeed on doing that." You frown, thinking hard.
"Well, I could at least, you know, try." They tap a finger on their chin, an amused expression on their face. After a long moment, they snap their fingers, a wide smile pulling at the corners of their lips.
"Are you kidding me?" you deadpan, pinching the bridge of your nose with your forefinger and thumb.
"What? I've seen him smile when he sees cleaning supplies! I'm sure it's bound to work!" Hanji beams, and you sigh.
"Fine, fine. I'll go get them," you say, and you
Stupid Cat (Jealous America x Reader x Americat)
Stupid Cat (Jealous!America x Reader x Americat)
*Disclaimers; Little bit of cussing up ahead but not enough to put a restriction on, also quite a few POV changes, Other than that enjoy :3*
~~~Third Person POV~~~
Alfred was happy that you had moved in with him, he truly was, after all it is normal for a couple to share a house after sometime dating. He got to spend more time with you and show his affection towards you more often, however so did his stupid obese cat.
The same stupid cat that has been hoarding you attention ever since you got here, the same god-damn cat that attacks him if he gets too close to you, the same annoying cat that gets away with EVERYTHING!, and to put it simply it was pissing him off.
Alfred peered around the wall, cheeks puffed out and lips forming a pout as he glared daggers at the fat fur ball on your lap.
To no surprise you were focu
ExtremeDrunk!2P!America x Child!Reader - Numb
You were sitting across the table with Allen who appeared to be really drunk. It was less than an hour for him to drink a glass of beer, whiskey and four bottles of vodka. And like every other time, you had your camera with you.
Allen was so drunk that he'd ask you if you'd like some from time to time but you refused after what your father told you about what happens if you drink alcohol. It was scary.
Oliver and Francois were out and Matthieu was sleeping upstairs.
"Do you... Do you have *hic* your camera?" Allen asked.
You nodded and took out your camera.
"Good!" Allen stoop up, "Video me singing*hic* Numb."
You nod again, hoping that he'd not remember what he did tomorrow. You pressed the record button and waited for whathe's going to do.
"What you're tired and you want to
Feel lost in a very hypocritical human face!
I do not know what I want!
The pressure of walking shoes!
It caught just below this one!
I did all the steps, you're wrong
Just take the role of the toes!" Allen sand a
Undisclosed Tendencies [Modern AU] (Levi x Reader)
If there’s a downside for being a prodigy of an employee that you are - it’s having to do more work than you should.
So here you are - alone in your cube, in the late hours of the night, doing some finishing touches on your presentation for the board meeting tomorrow. And after downing your third tall cup of latte just this afternoon, you resorted to your ever reliable music player to keep you awake - because you certainly don’t need any caffeine or sugar rush to keep you up the whole night.
"There. All done." You sighed contentedly after a few more taps on your touchpad with an upbeat song booming in your ears. You leaned back on your chair and gave your limbs its well deserved stretch before leaning forward to your screen again, reviewing it one last time before hitting the print button and sending a copy to your superiors, namely Erwin Smith, Hanji Zoe, Mike Zacharias and Levi Ackerman.
"Oh look! [f/n] just emailed her report!" Hanji exclaimed as her tablet’s
Hetalia Writing Challenge: Day 9 Childhood, Rome remembered, was a very tough time. He was so small compared to the rest of the world, and the founders were weird ass half divine twins. True, the founding of his country had been extremely weird, and to some people, not possible to some people. Rome let out a sigh. He snuck a glance over at Germania, who had just been sitting.
"Vhat do you vant, Rome?" he asked. Rome frowned. "You know, you always have a been so cold. But, do you ever stop and think about your childhood?" Rome said, patting Germania on his back. Germania raised a eyebrow at his Roman friend but said nothing. Rome smiled and leaned back.
"Do you know how I was a born?" Rome asked. Before Germania could respond, Rome continued. "Yes, I was born after the birth of the twins Romulus and Remus, who are created with the founding of Rome. Si, they were half-divine, sons of Rhea, sons of the God Mars. Yeah, they ove
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