[x]

2p!America x Bullied!Reader: Unexpected

Alfred stared at the computer screen with a not so amused expression. It was another photo his friend Oliver had taken with his "Oh so perfect family" he had. Well, that's what the cupcake freak call's his family. He glanced a the almost mirror imagine son Oliver had. Except his son had the eyes of his mother. A disgust tone trickled from brunette's throat and closed the window. He could take anymore of this cutesy shit. But somehow he was slightly envious of what Oliver had. A beautiful wife, a good home, a decent job, a smiling son.

Years ago this would make the American's head turn away and sneer at the thought, but now. Being older, he f

~Safe in Your Arms~ A Germany x Reader One Shot

"Alright men! Ready.. Aim.."
You broke free of the strong grip of your German fiance and bolted towards the shooting grounds.
"Fire!!"
"No!" You screamed as you reached out your hand towards your parents who were propped against the wooden poles, blindfolded. Lightning cracked in the sky as the guns were fired making it hard to distinguish the two. Rain began pouring as you tripped and fell on the ground.. It was too late. You laid on the ground, tears streaking your mud splashed face. Your hand was outstretched towards to two slumped over bodies that now lay lifeless. You sobbed hopelessly as there was nothing else you could do.. You were now left with the guilt of their deaths, despite what they would want you to think. The last thing they spoke to you was in fact the opposite, it was their dying wish that you'd live your life, regretless, with your German officer.
As you laid there weeping, you felt steady arms wrap around you and lift your

Happy Birthday Norway! [Sick!Norway x Reader]

Lucky Stars [Sick!Norway x Reader]

Today was the Norwegian man's birthday, and he wasn't in top condition to celebrate it fully.

You frowned, a bit unhappy that your friend would have to be confined to his room on his special day. An unexpected cold had ambushed him, and you felt like it was your duty to pay him a visit, just to see of he was doing alright.

That's why you were standing on the doorstep of the Nordics' house, leaning slightly on the heels on your feet, waiting for someone to welcome you in.

You were met with Finland, who was also one of your friends. He welcomed you in, in full knowledge on the reason fo

AwesomeTrioXWaitress!Reader You're Too Awesome

AwesomeTrioXReader

It was an average night for (Name). She returned from her part-time job at the local McDonald's, only to get ready for her job as a waitress at the local bar.

She sighed. Having to deal with annoying costumers, screaming kids, and low pay was more than enough to drive someone mad. The only thing that made it all bearable was that her best friends came to visit her at work most everyday.

Alfred F. Jones, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Mathias Køhler. The three obnoxious, loud, fun loving goofballs where the best friends that (Name) could ever ask for. Each of them was able to be quick with a joke to cheer her up, their a

AmericaxReader: Mine!AmericaxReader: Mine!

You lounged quietly on the couch with your long time best friend, Alfred Jones. Your head rested in his lap as he blasted away at Call of Duty. The quiet clicking of the gun on the screen was the only sound and you were fine with that. It was always nice to just have a bit of blessed quiet while Alfred was around. You yawned lazily while you watched him play his game for a moment before standing from the couch and stretching. Al glanced
at you before turning his cerulean gaze back to the gaze.

“Where ya goin dudette?” He questioned his gaze once again flicking to you. You shrugged.

“Grabbing a snack

Door 8 (Matador!SpainXReader)

You stepped through door number eight and straight into a place that was sunny and warm.

You looked around and found that you were in a line to a stadium type structure, and everything was in Spanish.

You made it into this stadium and started to get jostled around furiously, you finally was pushed through a doorway where you soundly fell of your face with a loud ‘Thud’.

“Oi chica! Are you ok?” a masculine voice with a heavy Spanish accent said and you looked up to find emerald green eyes staring at you with curiosity and worry.

“Um, I’m fine” you said shakily as the strange but handsome man dress

America X Reader - Shaking

America X Reader

“Alfred! Get your ass up and help me with these!” you growled as you pointed to the dirty pile of clothes on the floor. Alfred was sprawled out on the couch, one leg hanging off as he slurped down a coke.

“Waidouneedmahhelp?” he mumbled as he shoved another potato chip in his mouth. Yes, you did love your best friend Alfred, but sometimes you just couldn’t stand him.

“Because! It’s not all my clothes! It’s mostly all yours!” you practically shrieked as you kicked a pair of his dirty, hamburger stained pants. He took no notice of you and kept watching the bright colours

Shimeji!2P!England x Reader - Rainbow girl (2)

"My new shimeji is so adorable~! Thank you so much for showing me how to get one!"

"Oh, you're welcome, ________," your close friend giggled as you both walked out of the school. "It was the least I could do since you were so interested in them." Silence then enveloped you both as your friend adjusted her hold on her back pack. She just now realized that she had to empty it out before she hurt her back.

Laughing at her flustered expression, you held out a hand. "Here, let me help you with that." She shook her head.

"No, no, I'll be okay. Besides, your house isn't too far from here."

"Yeah, you're right...hey!" you suddenly yelled.

Your f

NorwayXTsundere!Reader They're Pretty Cool

Ahh, school. One of the most hated places for any teenager. Especially if that teenager was (Name). God, she HATED school. Sure, she had friends, the teachers were moderate, the homework was small, what could be wrong? Besides the fact that her crush was next to her. In. Every. Single. Class.

The (h/c) female just couldn't stand it. She had different ways of showing she cared for him, and those ways were lashing out with her sharp tongue at him. Not that it seemed to bother..... Him.

The light blond and dull blue eyed boy was enough to drive her mad. She loved him, she really did, but her actions did give out mixed signals. What made matter

~Always~ An Italy x Reader One Shot

It had been two years, five months, and eleven days since the day the accident happened. Feliciano never could let go of the guilt after he saw you get lifted into the ambulance. He had just been so mesmerized by your sparkling eyes that he hadn't seen the large garbage truck pull out in front of your car. He escaped with only minor injuries, but you now suffered from amnesia. You had been in a coma for the first month and every day a strange man would come and tell you how much he loved you. He seemed so familiar yet so distant. You knew deep down that this man was connected to you in some way.
You woke up in the same pure white bed every day, the first thing in your view was a huge glass vase full of roses. They always brought a smile to your face. You would go over to them and give them water, watching as the drops of water glistened in the sunlight. You would then bathe, dress and go to the same dining area. You'd sit in the same chair in the co

~In Your Eyes~ A Prussia x Reader One Shot

"Suck it losers! Make way for the awesome Gilbert!"
You giggled as your best friend Gilbert continued to make a fool of himself. He didn't care and that's what you loved about him. Sure, he could be a little brash and prideful, but there was another side to him. In middle school, you were always the target because you got the best grades. You were outside the school, surrounded by a group of girls. They had pushed you into the wall and broken your glasses, now they just sneered and laughed as you cried. Then out of nowhere appeared this strange looking boy. He came up to you and picked up your broken glasses and then turned to the girls. "You know, bullying is so not awesome." He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from them. Ever since then, you've clung to his side. That was the day you fell for the egotistical sweetheart.
You and Gilbert were spending study hall in the library, with you actually studyin

~Linger~ A Romano x Reader One Shot

To think, that of all people, you'd fall for Romano. He was cold, hostile, and just plain rude most of the time, especially to you. You were relentless though. He'd often comment on how stuck up his ass you were. You knew he was just doing it to egg you on and hoping to get a little fun out of picking on you. Everyone needed someone, that's what you'd say. The first time he heard that response, he actually stopped for a minute and looked touched. You knew Romano could be different if he wanted to, he only acted this way to try to get what little attention he could. One day, he opened up to you, mind you he was drunk off his ass, but nonetheless, he spilled all his feelings on that long car ride home. It was then you realized you really did love the man, despite all his issues and self esteem complex. He had shown a different side to you only on occasion when you two were alone. A slight touch here, a hug there, even a peck on the c

EnglandxReader - Warm Me Up

You walk down the street in the heavy rain, sighing. Not long until you’re home really. Well, that is if you consider a half hour walk ‘not long’.
Turning the corner, some lightning cracks above you chorused with the loud rumble of thunder. You decide to run for it, trying to get home as soon as possible. You’re already soaked through and home isn’t as close as you hope in this weather.
…as you turn the next corner, you realise where you are. This is Arthur’s street. Cold from so much rain, you run up the steps to Arthur Kirkland’s front door, hammering on it and ringing the bell twice.
The Brit’

Baby Birds Agni X Reader

“Be careful up there, and make sure you don't look down.” Against Agni's better judgment, he'd allowed you to be the one to climb to the roof. Since your first step on the ladder, he'd been begging you to be careful or to come down. “Please, why don't you let me do that, I would never be able to forgive myself is something were to happen to you.”

“I'll be just fine. You just worry about holding that ladder steady.” You took the last few steps up reaching the roof without any problems. “Which way am I going now? Everything looks different from up here.”

“To your left, but please,

Drunk!EnglandxReader

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you took it out to check who it was. It was your friend Arthur. You answered.
“Hello? Arthur?”
“’ello ________. *hic* I’m really *hic* drunk right now. Can I come over and *hic* stay the night?”
You sighed. This was the 5th time this month he had asked you that. You should’ve known that’s what he was calling about.
“Sure. Whatever. Where are you?” you asked.
“Open your door,” he told you and hung up.
You waked to your front door and opened it. There was a drunken Arthur, standing on your doormat, wearing nothing but a black apro

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 1.7 KB more ▶

More from =DrippingWords

Tea for Three?aristocrats? more
like velocicrats! but how
come they won't eat me?

and, hey! that one
is wearing daddy's hat! and
that's my small pink bow!

The Story of Half an HourI hate Christmas Eve. I haven't always. It started when I was old enough to realize it was bad that boys didn't like me, and that same hatred has continued to this day. All of my friends are busy being cutesy with their boyfriends and I'm stuck, in a bar, in New York, alone.

Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be stuck in New York for Christmas than be back in my tiny town in Northern California, but I'd also rather be spending it with someone special. Someone who'd give me a necklace, or heck, anything, smothered in love. Instead, I am sitting on a stool, fingering the fraying edges of my black fingerless gloves while I listen to the bartender b

Puzzled TimesI convert times wrong because I can't do math.
My brain isn't wired that way.
I had a dream about the show Bones last night.
I forgot to call the plasma center.
Pelant kidnapped Bones' baby.
I was Bones.
I made a Spiderman puzzle yesterday.
The box was hard to open.
Well. I didn't make the puzzle.
I just put it together.
There were puzzles Pelant put together that we had to solve.
I had to stick needles into everyone.
I'm pretty sure I had to put Pelant's blood in them.
I'm almost finished with my book.
Don't know how I got from blood to books.
Guess my mind is just weird like that.
Thanks for reading this strange stream of consciousness.
A v

of glass and ashesa hound of glass
frozen in time,
never able
to move forward --
to find its
place in a
world of
ash.

fading awaythe disharmony
of the city is fading
into Nothingness

a cacophony
of sounds being swallowed by
the din of Silence

View Gallery · View Prints

Featured in Groups:

Not currently featured in any groups.

Details

Submitted: December 17, 2012
File Size: 1.7 KB

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 9
Favourites: 4 [who?]
Views: 167 (0 today)
Downloads: 3 (0 today)

[x]

A Night to Remember

by =DrippingWords, Dec 17, 2012, 7:37:53 AM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

"Sam, what are you--" Amelia said, grasping Sam's hand tightly as he led her across the pavement. Her other hand was touching the blindfold around her eyes.

"Ah-ah," Sam said, pulling her hand away from the blindfold. "No peeking. It's a surprise."

"You know I don't like surprises, Sam. Where are we going? And did you remember to check Riot's chain to make sure he doesn't run away like last time?"

Sam chuckled, steering Amelia around a bench so she wouldn't knock her shins. "Yes, I checked the chain, I locked the door, I closed the garage, and I hid the key. Everything is going to be fine."

"Are we almost there?" she asked, anxiety creeping into her voice.

"Mnhmmm," Sam voiced, and he pulled Amelia to a stop. "You can take off the blindfold now."

She did so, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. In front of them, sprawled on a dock, was a table draped with red cloth. A candle shaped like the Eiffel Tower flickered in the center of the table, illuminating a setting for two. There were lights strung across the railings of the dock, with paper lanterns hanging every twenty feet. Standing next to the table was a man dressed in all white with a chef's hat adorning his head and a red handkerchief tied around his neck.

Leaning in close to her, Sam whispered, "Happy Birthday hon."

"Sam," she said, turning to him. "I-I don't know what to say. This is perfect."

"Then don't say anything," he said, and he leaned down, placing his lips on hers.

A Night to Rememberby =DrippingWords

Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

This is for Kenu's Secret Santa! My Secret Santa wanted a Sam/Amelia fiction from Supernatural! Took me a while to think of a situation, though. I hope it's good!

The Artist has requested Critique on this Artwork

Please sign up or login to post a critique.

~summersrain28 Dec 19, 2012

So, fun fact. In the letter I wrote you I talk about my best friend Amelia. I had her read this, and she absolutely loved it! She wanted me to let you know that it's exactly the type of things that she loves, only she can never put it into words.

Plus, it's her name. So, there's that little tidbit. xoxox

=DrippingWords Dec 20, 2012 Student Writer

That is an odd coincidence

It's fushigi at work

can't wait to get your letter!

*VivaFariy Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Amazingly sweet.

=DrippingWords Dec 17, 2012 Student Writer

Thank you

I'm glad you think so

*VivaFariy Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I like your icon and name.

=DrippingWords Dec 19, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks! =TwilightPoetess made my icon for me

~TinaCaper Dec 17, 2012 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

sweet

=DrippingWords Dec 17, 2012 Student Writer

Thanks

~TinaCaper Dec 18, 2012 Hobbyist Artisan Crafter

More from =DrippingWords

Featured in Groups:

Details

Statistics

A Night to Remember

A Night to Rememberby =DrippingWords

The Artist has requested Critique on this Artwork

The Journal Portal

Polls

What is your preferred drawing software?

deviantART [dee·vee·un'nt·ART]

Keep in Touch!

Deviousness

Add Media

Style