Her. (BelarusxFem!Reader)WARNING: This story contains yuri, don't like? Don't read.
Thursday, February 13th, 2014. The day of love for most people was tomorrow. Great, just what you needed. But not for (y/n). For the past few years you never have had anyone for your Valentine’s Day so you just blew the day off as just another day.
It was during second block, English 11. You are a junior in high school. You felt someone staring at you. Your (e/c) eyes quickly scanned the room. Everyone seemed to be listening to the teacher lecture about getting your research paper in by the nineteenth of February. Sighing, you stared blankly at the board beside your teacher not listening to her. Your entire research paper was done already so you didn’t even bother listening to what she had to stay. You opened the (f/c) cover of your notebook and began to doodle random little things like cartoon animals and the such. The girl in the seat next to you silently watched every flick of your pencil. You somehow ended
Fem!LithuaniaxBisexual!Reader: Keep Going prt.2"Daina?" you said, placing a hand on the Lithuanian girl's arm. "Yes (Name)?" she replied. "Daina where are your sisters?" you asked her, a grave look in your eyes. she looked down at the ground. "I don't know." she murmured. "Look at me Daina." she looked up.
"Where are your sisters?" you repeated.
"Together... I hope..."
"And where are they?"
"Somewhere safe... hopefully..."
"Daina, where are they? You know where they are, don't lie to me."
"Th-they're at home."
"Why? You told me yourself it's not safe there. Why are they there?"
"Because... Because they don't have a choice. We have to go home. If we don't they'll just find us, and hurt us worse."
"You need help Daina. Why haven't you gotten any yet?"
"Th-they told us they would deny everything if we told someone, and unless we have evidence we can't do anything."
"Aren't you evidence enough. Daina I've seen the the results of the things they do to you. That should be evidence enough."
"But there's no proof our parents did it."
They're My Family ReaderXCreepypasta Chapter 3Chapter 3
"Sadistic [Y/N]." Everyone turned to who spoke. It was Zalgo. Standing in front of the dinner table. Finally you could see his face. It was...indescribable. It looked like pure horror and hell. Damnation. Seven mouths. Red and black leathery skin. It actually made you scared and sent chills down your spine. You didn't want to explain or describe any more. He slowly walked to the end of the table to the largest chair for himself. He sat.
You wondered why the food wasn't served yet. Zalgo needed to be here first. "Whenever your call comes, Master." Slenderman said to Zalgo. He nodded as to agree for dinner to begin.
Suddenly little black ghost like demons came from inside the kitchen. Slenderman seems to speak within your head with an explanation of what they were. Servants in short terms. They carried the food onto the tables and set the plates and such. Everyone was given a glass of a dark dark red liquid. Obviously blo
Vanellope x Taffyta (Chapter 2)
'Aaaaghhhh. Damn that little Glitch!' Taffyta drove off towards Candlehead and Crumbelina's new place in Candy Forest, while mulling over what had just happened.
All she had done was tease Vanellope like normal and work her way into a normal conversation. This was going to be the time when Taffyta finally told Vanellope how she felt, but of course, Vanellope wasn't paying attention so who knows how long it would be before she'd get another chance. The checklist Taffyta ran through leading up to telling Vanellope was something akin to this;
*Lightly tease Vanellope and forget to call her President. CHECK
*Joke about how maybe she could give Vanellope come tips. CHECK
* Pause for dramatic effect, and to think of anything else. CHECK
*Tell Vanellope how how you feel.
Fem!France x Reader - Drink With MeThe rain ran its icy fingers down your back as you walked to the local tavern. You were shaking, but you couldn't tell if it was because of the cold or the crushing anger and betrayal that you were feeling. Your girlfriend of almost two years had been found cheating on you, and to say the least, you were heartbroken. So, like most people do when they're depressed, you decided to grab a drink or two at the local bar. The place was old and run down, but the bartender was nice and it was empty most of the time. It was a surprise that they were still open. But you couldn't say that you weren't happy that there was a welcoming bar not too far from your house.
Upon arriving, you examined the peeling paint on the sign that hung over the door. There was a deep crack running through the middle of it, and the chains holding it up were incredibly rusted. The sign made a horrible squeaking noise when the wind blew past it. The poor thing looked like it was on its last leg. Somehow, you were still
Fem!LithuaniaxBisexual!Reader: Keep GoingIt was cold outside. No, scratch that, it was freezing. Where were you? You were lying in the middle of a huge snow drift. Why? Oh that's right, you were dying. Why? Because no one cared. Your parents had died two years ago, and you best -- and only --friend Gilbert had died last February.
Gilbert was the only person who truly understood you, and he was the only person who seemed to not care that you were bisexual. Everyone at your school teased you about it, but Gilbert didn't seem to care. He was just awesome like that.
You lay in the cold snow probably completely blue by now, but isn't that what you wanted? For it all to end. For the pain and ridicule to end. You're slowly starting to slip out of consciousness when you hear a faint call, but within moments everything goes black.
You opened your eyes slowly, but quickly shut them again due to the blinding white light that filled them. "Am I dead?" You whisper. "No, you're not dead." Replies a gentle, female voice. You recognize this