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You stared at the pack of lip smackers Terezi had bought you for your birthday, being moirails and all she knew your undying love for lipsticks, especially the flavor ones. Now, what were you going to do with them? Other than put them on that is. You sighed and put the pack aside, your eyes stared at the white ceiling of your bedroom as you layed sprawled out on the floor, legs and arms thrown around in the most magnificent way ever, you could totally be described as sexy right now. You laughed. Okay, to be honest, you looked horrible. But you didn’t have anything else to do all day rather than check tumblr and tweet stuff on twitter.

     (Y/n) groaned, slipping out of her warm and inviting bed to the humid air of her room. Each step away from her bed made her want to turn around and go back. Today was the first day of school after all. She trudged to the bathroom and quickly showered. (Y/n) got dressed in a simple outfit. Quickly brushing her teeth and neatening up her hair, she walked downstairs.  After shrugging her backpack on her shoulder she took off to school, too busy to worry about breakfast or anything.     (Y/n) was zoning out, still exhausted. The walk to school might have been short, but for a young girl in the morning, it still sucked. Not to mention, she w

ItalyXReader: Pasta, Pasta, and more Pasta! Only one thing could describe your kitchen. A disaster. There was all sorts of ingredients everywhere, on the floor, counters, stove, and even the walls. Guess who was in the middle of it all. "Feliciano Vargas!" you yelled in anger. Your yelling echoed throughout your whole house and Italy wasn't the only one who heard your yell. "What the hell ragrazza quit yelling or-HOLY CRAPOLA WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR KITCHEN!" Romano yelled his mouth hanging open. "What is going on?" Spain said popping out of nowhere. "Oh my," the Spaniard said while he gaped at the mess the kitchen was in. "Waaah! I am-a so

(( This is the last chapter of this series. But because it is my most popular, I will be doing a  sequel to continue it after I finish all my requests. It will be called "My Savior 2". Also. I will be doing a vote on who will be reader's boyfriend in the sequel. To vote just comment any country that is in the show to be reader's boyfriend. The only rule is that it can't be a Nordic.))      You stared at Lucas, your eyes watering up, “L-Lucas… I didn’t jump… W-Why would you even think I would…?” Lucas looked down, feeling guilty. He sighed and picked you up gently. You squirmed in his arm, trying to get

     Your eyes slowly opened the next morning. All you could think about was how sick you felt. You tried to sit up but had to lie back down, too sore to do it. Quietly you curled back up, ignoring the sticky feeling all over you. Yao was still asleep next to you, not seeming to have a care in the world. You sniffled, your eyes watering up. You had been so close to freedom but Yao had to ruin it… why…     ~To the Nordics~     Lucas slammed his hands on the table, “We need to find a way to get (y/n) out of there as soon as possible! When I got there to adopt her, she was already trying to jump out the windows a-and then t

(( I don't think I need to put a censor on it, but there is hinting about a mature situation. There isn't any actual writing about it, just hinting. If I need to put a censor over this because of hinting, PLEASE tell me.))    Sobbing, you closed your eyes tight as you plummeted towards the ground, bracing yourself for your impending death. Your eyes slowly opened after a few minutes, curious to how you survived without much pain. Through your watered eyes, you saw a blurry figure staring at you, “W-Who…?”   The person wrapped their arms around your quivering body a little tighter, “You’re safe now… it&r

(( Okay I am so sorry ;n; Its so short and I feel bad because I know you guys have been waiting forever for the next chapter so I just posted what I had... I have been busy with surgery, make up work, and preparing for a few conventions... It might be a bit longer for the next chapter too because I have a ton of requests left... >n< Please forgive me... I'm so sorry...))    You stood there, wide eyed. They had found you… They were going to take you back… Why did they care! It’s not like anyone cared about you there anyway! You had to get out… There was no way you were going to let them take you.    ~Sweden’s

     ((Sorry it took me so long to get this up. I had SO much school work. Anyways. This is the last Chapter you can vote on the characters. Enjoy~))     That night you laid in bed, turning slightly when your stomach rumbled with hunger. You buried your head into your pillow and sighed, "It was all my fault... They died because of me... I-I'm so stupid..." A soft whimper lift your lips and you started to cry.     ~P.O.V change~     Matthias was walking down the hall when he heard a muffled crying sound coming from (y/n)'s room. He opened the door quietly and saw (y/n)'s form curled up on the bed, her back shakily rising with every sob. He

(( Okay the vote is still going on if you haven't voted yet~ It will be until chapter 4 or 5 ))    You had been living with the five of them for about 6 days now. They had decided that for the first couple of days, you would stay with one of them and get to know them better, on the other hand, they still knew basically nothing about you.    Currently, you were in the yard, playing with Mr. Puffin. He cawed and flew at you, taking a sharp turn right before he hit you, dodging your face by just an inch. This made you stumble backwards and fall onto the plush grass beneath you. Mr. Puffin blinked and landed on your stomach, tilting his head to

(( Before you read I wanted to do a vote on which Nordic this series should end with )) ((Also some constructive criticism might help a little bit~ Thank you~ Hope you enjoy the story~))    You heard the sounds of sirens behind you as you fled from the orphanage. It had been years since you had seen your parents. They had died when someone shot them in the middle of their attack on the country of Finland. Your feet stumbled over a small ledge and you fell onto the ground. A squeal of pain escaped you when your head hit the cold pavement. Small puddles of blood formed around your head as you fell unconscious.    ~P.O.V change~    Berwald an