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Boss!England x Tomboy!Maid!Reader Part 2Chapter II- The arrival to a new place
The limousine's trip was so long and boring. You were only growling and looking bad at everyone while the other girls were very excited about the fact that they were going to work for a super handsome rich dude. Your blood got hot every time you remember why you are at a limousine; and it got worse when those stupids were asking at every chance they have for when they were going to be arriving the new place.
“Are we there? Do we arrive? How many minutes are left? I'm so excited! I can't believe! I hope we arrive now!" All the girls were murmuring in a high tone of voice.
"Tsk..." You rolled your [eye color] eyes as you decided to take a nap.
By the time you were napping, you finally arrive to the 'White House'; literally speaking, this is how you decided to call his home, or your new sweet home. The guards opened the door; all the girls went out of the long white car while you were being waking up by Elizabeta.
Stress Relief: GermanyXReader PartMe: Oh my god...what is this....?
Will say this now does have some sexual referances
You were stressed. And the reason for your anxiety...only seemed to cause you more of it. Your boyfriend, Germany, had been under an extreme amount of pressure lately. Not only did he have to deal with the usual chaos that accompanied his meetings at the World Conference, but also with his boss who had been handing him a crap ton of foreign relations paperwork lately. Thus this was causing him to become stressed, which..you get the point.
You had tried everything you could think of to get your tight but hot ass boyfriend to chill out. That is everything you could think of until good old perverted France gave you an idea that might relieve Ludwig of his tension. And
Osananajimi (Tachibana Makoto x Reader)
[h/c] Hair colour
Kotatsu is a Japanese heating table, more info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kotatsu
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He was always there. Every memory you had since childhood was of you and him spending seasons and eventful days like Birthdays, Christmas, and New Years together.
On chilly winter days, you would sleep over at his house since you lived next to each other, warming up under the kotatsu (Tables with heaters and covered with a heavy blanket on the top) and peeling mandarins. He even peeled most for you, and popped them in your mouth with those clear, green eyes always beaming at you, giving you a motherly, comfortable feeling that reminded you of family. He filled the gaps in your heart ever since you could remember, always next to you.
Then on sweaty, summer days he would call you from the balcony you both had outside each other's room directly opposite to each other, contacting and visiting most times using it. You would then climb over the poles separating you from him
Boss!England x Tomboy!Maid!Reader Part 1Chapter I –The meeting
The Kirkland’s family…one of the major-rich-important families around the world. It is rank as the 5th family most rich around the whole world; including as one of the biggest material producers.
Mother, father and brother’s Kirkland were on a trip in Asia, so the one who was in charge of the house was one of the middle sons; Arthur Kirkland, a lonely but handsome guy; with lots of mysterious secrets…He was feeling so lonely; so he decided to grouped all the girls around the city to work for him.
~Second Person Reader’s POV~
It’s fucking 7:00 a.m. at the morning. You woke up very tired. You spent all the night playing videogames with your best friend Alfred F. Jones. The reason you woke up was that the guards of your house motel informed you that the “rich-blondie” Kirkland son was summoning all the girls of the city to group at the City Hall. You were planning not to go, but sin
Sanji x reader - Gentlemen part 8 -final-
You was making the table while trying to keep Luffy from eating the food but you was so thankful that Usopp was helping you. You sat down the spoons next to each bowl.
A spoon slipped from your hand and fell underneath the table. You bend down and lifted up the white table cloth. After a few scans of the ground you found the shiny spoon underneath a chair. You went to pick it up.
Your head shot up at your name being called, but your head ended up hitting the bottom of the table. You kept your eyes close as you rubbed your head to make the pain go away. When you opened your eyes, Sanji was looking at you with the table cloth over his head.
With the way light was and the white table cloth over his head made him look more adorable then ever and you really wanted to hug him more than ever.
“(name) are you ok?” Sanji stared at you with a puppy dog expression that you couldn’t ignore. It made the blood in your cheeks rise up and make a small bl
PrussiaxChubby!Reader: Phone Number Of a Hot FrauAuthor's Note: Request for :icongreenlover3991:! Sorry for late requests!
Prussia x Chubby!Reader
"Hey Gilbert! I bet you can't get that girl to give her your phone number!" said Francis, pointing towards you on the other side of the park.
Gilbert stared at you.'Damn, and she's my type too...'
"Bring it on! I can swoon any girl!" Gilbert said confidently.
"Go on, then! I dare you to."
"I ALWAYS get the yes."
Gilbert walked quickly over to where you sat and sat down next to you as you drew without even asking you if he could do so. He smirked and leaned over your shoulder to see what you were drawing, and immediately you closed it.
"Hey. What are you doing?" you asked, kind of glaring at him though you couldn't really glare well at the guy you liked from afar, can you?
"Kesese~ Just came over because you seemed interesting," he replied.
"You probably got dared to this, didn't you? I can see your stupid friends giggling over there," you said, pointing at his not so awesome
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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