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Romano X Nerd!Reader ~Oddity~You were weird.Romano X Nerd!Reader ~Oddity~ by ~WhatDreamsAreMadeUv
Lovino Vargas knew that for a fact. It was in the way you acted, the way you got so interested about old novels that no one else cared for, or in the way that it would rain to scour and clean the world below on a cloudy day and you would splash in puddles by yourself, or how during class you would stare out the window with your cheek propped in a palm, watching something that only your eyes could see.
And Lovino would be watching you, trying to decipher the puzzle that presented itself every day.
Many people had already attempted that, whoever, and there were categories the people could and did place you in.
Nerd, they muttered. Weirdo. Idiot. Loser.
You didn't care. The puddle-splashing and the book-reading and the daydreaming continued.
And he admired you for it, the only individual in a cluster of clones, a school of robots frightened by variety and what they didn't understand.
It made mild interest blossom to a crush, practically an obsessi
Spain X Reader ~Guidance~It is quiet in the church. She walks past long, oaken pews that extend from the path she walks to the walls of delicate stained-glass window, each one guarded by tall, wiry black candle holders that glow and shimmer peacefully in the darkness of the near-empty church, towards the end of the pews, where she sees a sight that has been on her mind and the one place in the entire world where she has found peace. A rosary, red beads longed turned dull brown from the constant use and from turning over trembling, worried hands, hangs from her fingers, intertwined on and under her palm and gracing her knuckles as she crosses the walk and stops, staring at what lay before her.Spain X Reader ~Guidance~ by ~WhatDreamsAreMadeUv
The statue has always been there, her painted face impassive and serene as she stands, and to walk to the statue of the Messiah hanging behind her on the wall, wood long replaced and gilded in gold, you have to pay respect to her to gaze upon the Messiah, she who is garbed in the clothes of a commoner and yet carried the
2P!Sealand X Reader ~Watching Closely~2P!Sealand X Reader ~Watching Closely~ by ~WhatDreamsAreMadeUv
Paul crept around the quiet corner, camera in hand, to observe you as you sat underneath the tree. The ground crunched ever-so-quietly as he adjusted to sit in his sturdy overalls, checking to see if the laces on his trainers had come undone, and then glanced up with piercing green eyes to find his target.
You were sitting under the tree, reading a book with your legs tucked underneath you Indian style, intently focused on the novel that was at least three times the width of Paul’s hand. He had asked you earlier if he could cop it up with his axe to use for kindling, but you seemed extremely miffed when he suggested it, saying something ridiculous like it being valuable to your family, having been around for three generations, something stupid like that.
All he had wanted to do was to get your attention, so that you would talk to him like the way you did to his older brother, Oliver, with a smile on your face and—and that look of affection, of pure love on your face, oh, Ol
Sick!2P!America X Reader ~Quietly Made Decisions~He looked sidelong at you, at your sleeping form nuzzled on the opposite end of the worn, graying couch through the haze of sickness that threatened to overcome him and admired how the soft sunset glow from the window behind them curved about your face and the shadow your eyelashes created on your face, drooping down to the swell of your cheek. A hand was tucked behind your head, holding a wet cloth that your had probably meant for his forehead but found him asleep by the TV and decided to take a nap too.Sick!2P!America X Reader ~Quietly Made Decisions~ by ~WhatDreamsAreMadeUv
Allan Jones looked over at the alarm clock placed on top of the TV with piercing red eyes, red, white and blue paint giving away to the browning edges from use, and saw that it was five minutes to six. Eyebrows furrowed in mental concentration as he realized you had been over since eight in the morning to take care of him.
Ten hours you had been over at his house, checking his temperature and making sure that he had five glasses of water (to wash out the sickness, you had said) and gi
|Just new reader inserts, poetry, or drawings I've recently put up.|
Pirate!Netherlands X Reader The Witness
He and his group of ten men walked up to the massive wooden gates of the estate, and you watched them come from one of the high turret windows with a book in your hands, unaware of what they wanted. For a bemused moment, you observed them, as they chatted and talked while easing the heavy packs on their shoulders or loosening the fine collars that were tied just a stitch too tight, easing the cotton and silk.
They were all very tall, and wore some variation or another of the fine coats and vests and stockings, as any gentleman would, but you couldn’t help but feel the strangest notion that all was not as it seemed.
Your eyes were drawn to the obvious leader of the group, the tallest and the one that looked the most-experienced.
His hair was spiked up—how improper, you thought at the time—and he had a long scar that extended from nearly the top of his forehead down to below his left eyebrow, and his eyes were narrowed in silent contemplation of the place. He had
Pirate!Netherlands X Reader The Witness Part 2
In the Far Away Future
“You’re dead,” you state, holding a silver-hilted cutlass to his throat; a flick of your wrist and the light in his eyes would be gone forever. It would be so easy. So easy.
“You’ve gone and made quite a name for yourself, haven’t you?” he smiled with a whisper so soft you had to tilt your head to hear it. His wrists, bound behind his back, adjust to ease the harsh grip of the rope, and sweat glistens on his bare back. His once-bright eyes are now dull, with…defeat? Anger? Betrayal? You shove it away into the recesses of your brain, and a cold smile adorns your face as you appraise him.
“What does it matter to you, Captain Mogen? I am no longer part of your crew.” You state emotionlessly, and his eyes close, eyebrows furrowing in disappointment at the fact, to open again and stare down at the floorboards of your ship, swabbed and scrubbed to perfection. You will only accept the best.
Pirate!Netherlands X Reader ~The Witness Part 3~
In the Nearby Future
You run, down the darkened alleyway, gasping for breath as you glance over your shoulders, and stumble to the ground on the hard cobblestones. The wind is knocked out of you and you cry out in pain; you’ve landed on your favored arm, and you clumsily heave yourself to your feet, your shoes making the same old click on the road.
The cutlass hanging from your belt loop bobs innocently, and you consider pulling it out for a moment, but then look behind you and realize that it’s much too soon to try to teach yourself the fine art of fencing.
“Run,” you think to yourself, and you tear off again, into the night, knowing that if you get caught, it will certainly be the last time, and the last chance, you will ever have at seeing the sunlight again.
Captain Roderich Edelstein was an elegant man of fine clothes and the air of a gentleman. He boarded Abel’s ship from his own, where his crew, as finely groomed as he was, watched. Edelstei
Spirit!China X Reader ~A Meeting In The Forest~
Once upon a time, there was a young maiden who hailed from a small Chinese village where everyone knew everyone and life ran like smooth clockwork; there were no hijinks, there were no alterations, and there was no variety. And the young maiden grew bored and wished desperately to leave her village but was honor-bound, as are all children, to tend to their families and to perform in the acts of filial piety and to do as their family wishes.
Of course, the urges of the young can never be repressed, and when the young girl was not harried by chores or the daily life of her village, she would escape to the forest that surrounded her town; where spirits were said to reside and create the most unimaginable magics, and she always visited in the hopes that she would be able to witness it happening.
And one day it did.
She made the customary bow before entering the forest, to honor all the spirits that resided there, and then quickly entered to the sound of crickets and wind dancing through tr
Soldier!Scotland X Reader ~Dark And Stormy Night~“What the hell is he doing here?” Mr. Saunders, the landlord, shouted his face red with anger as he jabbed a finger at the man slumped in the chair, blood the same color as hair issuing from a wound from his head. You watched from the doorway in your nightie, a candle in your hand casting a small glow about your face.
The man, Thomas Smith, who had brought him in, raindrops clinging to the coarse stubble on his face and water dripping from his drenched, bloody shirt and matted pants, took off his hat in respect for the Mr. Saunders.
“The man had crawled in from the battlefield, sir. What was I supposed to?” he looked imploringly to the landlord, eyes gazing from you in the doorway of your room, to the people standing dumfounded in the hallway finishing their late-night laundry, and to those huddled at the top of the darkened stair banister and nervously watching.
“You should have left him to die!” the landlord spat and shove
Hong Kong X Cheating!Reader -The Loser-
“Cheating?” Leon asked sharply, sending you quite an astonished glare as your message sunk in to him. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat as the edge of your vision began to blur, and you looked down to the dirty floor of the school hallway, trying to ignore the stares of the people passing by with open mouths or wide eyes, observing the situation before them with mild interest or mild bemusement.
You moved our head just a titch so that your hair would fall over your shoulder, blocking your view from them.
“Yes.” You whispered, barely audible. It was all your fault. There was a silence as you waited for his answer, and looked up when none came for quite a time.
His thick eyebrows were furrowed in pain and his eyes were wide with fury and pain. His mouth was expressionless, not clenched, not askew, just simply shut; his hands curled into fists at the sides of smoothly pressed slacks that you had gone with him to the dryers to take care of yester
Best Friend!Sweden X Lesbian!Reader No Difference
“I’m a freak,” you murmured so quietly he could barely hear you. He turned to you for a moment, watching the tears silently drip down your cheek, and then back to the view of the sunset from the roof of your house. Orange and pink hues melded with blue and grey as the night sky slowly overtook the day.
"Yer parents ‘r wrong.” Berwald firmly said. You turned to him, almost desperate, eyes wide. “That’s not true! I am a freak.” You insisted, huddling your legs closer to your chest, and you looked back down, a sob escaping your lips.
“’S not a crime,” he retorted adamantly, blue eyes cold behind black glasses.
“Berwald,” you said, turning to look at him, “I like...I like girls. I’m—something’s wrong with me.” Your eyes met with his, and his gaze was so intense that you couldn’t help but look away. You bit your lip so that you wouldn’t sob again, and he saw your ch
France X Reader The Unsent Letter
Dear Francis, (is it all right if I call you that?)
I’m writing this letter to you. I don’t think I’ll ever send it to you. I was thinking of putting it in your locker this morning, but I decided not to. I don’t have the guts.
I don’t even know if you know who I am. I just—ugh, I’m sorry. This is such an awkward letter.
Look, since I’m not going to be sending this to you, let me be clear. I really, really, like you. I might even be in love with you. I’m the girl that sits next to you in Math class, the one who doesn’t speak and doesn’t meet your eyes when you talk to me. I’m sorry; it’s just force of habit. I only talk to friends.
I sort of wish you were my friend. God, I’m such a loser. Look at me, rambling on like this. I—I really don’t know what I wanted to accomplish when I wrote you this letter. But I just wanted to let you know how I feel. Even though you’re never going to read t
Denmark X Reader Apologies
You fall, tumbling down the hill. Grass pokes you in the ribs and your hands, grasping for a stop, pull out clumps of dirt as you scratch at the ground, hoping for a stop. The breath leaves your lungs every time your body connects with the ground, and you open and close your mouth to no avail. Eyes clench shut, hoping to try to block out the pain and the noise, but there is nothing you can do.
You roll to a halt after what seemed a torturous eternity, and open your eyes, trying to sit up on wobbling arms and scratched hands, staring at the top of the hill where you had fallen and fight back tears that accompany pain and get to your knees. Air has never felt so good entering your lungs, and you gasp, trying to regain lost breath.
When you finally have the strength to speak, your voice is a hoarse roar that flies up the hill to the young boy laughing his spiky-haired head off, slapping his knee. Your other friend, Lukas, with pale platinum blonde hair, slides down the hill to your side,
Boyfriend!Norway X Girlfriend!Reader ~Happy~
Lukas had been walking to his room in the house he shared with four and at the very least unbalanced people when he heard the conversation in the kitchen and stopped, the cup of tea in his hand rippling gently as he paused, staring at the beam of light issuing from the opening in the door.
“—how do you manage it?” Mathias had asked from around the corner as the scrap of a chair on tile and a creak as someone settled into it.
“Manage what?” you had replied, and there was a loud slurp as someone drank a cup of coffee; the bitter scent wafted out of the door.
“Dating Lukas.” Mathias replied. He chuckled, the chair creaking again.
“What do you mean?” you responded. Lukas waited, listening intently.
“I mean, isn’t he a bit distant at time? Doesn’t that make it awkward?” Mathias plied.
“Mathias Kohler, what are you trying to get at?” you asked, your voice cold and accusing. Lukas felt a surge of pride a
America X Reader ~Proposing~
The ring was huge, flawless gold intricately detailed and wrought into the form of band, topped by a large diamond that glittered and twinkled as it lay in the velvet it was embedded in, in the small black box.
The large and decorated with delicate silver flowers and had been in your family for three genertaions, dropped from your hands and fell to the ground with a dissonant thud , bouncing up for a brief instant and then resting on the solid oak floor, unmarred by its descent.
Instinctively, you raised your hands to your mouth, feeling a scream building up in your throat, but stopped yourself, and your hands rose further up to your eyes, balling into fists as you rubbed your clenched shut eyes furiously and then lowered them. trembling, to look upon the ring once more, as well as the person offering it up to you. You understood why he was wearing the tuxedo now.
"You know, babe, it is real," Alfred said as he rolled his eyes, his face in utter disbelief at your shock. The ankl
Germany X Reader ~Psychology Lessons~
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With an angry grunt you snapped the laptop lid down and slammed your head on the table, groaning loudly, pulling the blanket you had draped over your shoulder over your head. This was not going to work.
“Something wrong?” you heard a familiar voice ask. You looked up, lifting your head from under the calming cloak of drowsiness, to see
Ludwig standing in the doorway to the guest room of his house, where you were taking residence for the night as your parents were out of town and wanted you to stay over at a friend’s house.
Boyfriend counted as a friend, right? Right.
You shook your head,
China X Reader -All Thanks To You-
Yao couldn't remember when it had first happened, how it had tapped him on the shoulder and confused him, only to sneak up on him in the most unexpected ways. But it astounded him and terrified him, in a way that told him not to fight it, in a way that kept him calm in a swirling sea of emotions, even as it tossed over him and uprooted him from the ground he was so used to standing on.
Love had never felt more amazing to Wang Yao in his life, all thanks to you.
It enveloped him in the darkness of night, rousing him from the veil of slumber and rather than him feeling nervous and confused, he was blissful when he awoke.
Love had never felt more amazing to Wang Yao in all his life, all thanks to you.
It overtook him when the mere though crossed his mind and Yao idly pondered to himself as to why men were not granted wings and to allow himself to take to the sky, to soar amongst the clouds, as life was beautiful to him and he felt like that now every moment of every day, all thanks to you