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Taken (Viking Denmark xReader) 01 ''Good morning _______'' You tipped your head and smiled at the elderly woman that had just passed you. It was a day just like any other, you were on your way to the market to buy some freshly caught fish for today's dinner, and on the way there you met all kinds of people from the village. Your (h/c) hair in a high ponytail, keeping it away from your face as much as possible, you were wearing a simple, white linen shirt and a black skirt that barely touched the ground as you walked. You had survived you twentieth winter, and you had grown into a lovely and independent young lady. Men wanted you, the women

America was in a good mood today; correction; a GREAT mood. He was grinning like an idiot and singing one of his favorite songs loudly as he danced around the kitchen; he was getting over half the lyrics wrong and looked completely mental but he didn't give a shit. Why was Alfred in such an awesome mood? Because you, his beautiful wife, were going to have your baby any day now. Alfred was never a particularly patient guy and so having to wait for NINE MONTHS before he could see his baby was "way too freaking long!" as he had put it. Naturally he had asked a million stupid questions, like if there was a medicine that could make your baby gro

Reader x Hetalia – The Miracle of the 11:11 Wish!  Intro ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PLEASE READ!  This is an Intro!!  So there will hopefully be others to follow.  Ok, I’m always staying up late and I find myself making a wish at the 11:11pm mark.  Thinking to myself I had an idea for a probably big series with a lot of the hetalia characters.  I will be doing the characters I know well first before I get to the characters I don’t know too well.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was currently 11pm and the f

  “Oh my gosh, this has to be the worst job ever…”          You looked yourself over in the employee break room mirror, sighing. You’d just received the uniform for your new job: Pet Store saleswoman. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the worst job in the world, but it wasn’t it exactly the job you were searching for.          Ever since you left high school, you’d been job-hunting like mad. You asked friends who were already employed, scoured the internet for suggestions, heck, you even checked the ‘Help Wanted’ section of the local newspaper! Seriously, who still reads those?          Anyway,

It all began with a single text. Why don't you die fat ass?! It was from one of my only friends. She turned on me to become popular. Then more poured in. Slut. Retard. Go die. Bitch. Whore. They slowly got more detailed. How about you do yourself and the world a favor and slit your throat. Wassup bitchy? I got an idea! How about you go die under a bridge, kay? I was just wondering if you might consider loosing weight. You know, so there won't be anymore earthquakes during gym. They all stung, and the words rang through my head as I dragged a knife against my shoulders, letting the blood drip freely into the sink. I was home alone, because I l

WARNING: slight swearing! He was looking at you again. How many times had he done this today already? You could feel his red-eyed gaze fixated on you; it made you feel quite uncomfortable and your back tingle. Was it the nineteenth time? The umpteenth time? You had stopped counting when you had sat down in the classroom of your first lesson. You reached for your pocket mirror in your schoolbag and pretended to check your hairdo, whereas you were peering at the silver-haired boy sitting a few rows behind you in the classroom, between a blondie and a brown-haired boy. The last two were talking to each other in a hushed tone over the boy's

  “Hey ______!” One of your female coworkers flagged you down on the way to the front desk. She was nice to be around, but loved to gossip. “What’s up?” “Have you seen the customer at the door? He’s totally hot!”          Seeing your confused look, she tugged on your sleeve and pointed (So rude!) As your (e/c) eyes met his, you couldn’t help but blush lightly. Oh my gosh… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------    A man with tan skin stood outside the glass doo

   It was a sort of nostalgic thing, recess. No one really called it that anymore now that you're in highschool, recess just sounds kiddy and stupid. When one says recess, they think of the swing sets that were always filled up the very moment the playground opened, and the plastic slides that always warmed under the sun. Now, recess is just standing around in circles and talking with your friends.    Last year, Gilbert ran around with a basketball asking random people if they thought he was awesome, and if they said no, then the basketball was thrown at them. He got the balls and sports taken away for the whole school, and was hated for qu

WARNING: swearing! You were only listening to the tour guide with half an ear because you currently had a big problem at hand. You had to pee. Very, very badly. You have had refused to go to the toilet before the tour because you had been profoundly convinced that you wouldn't have to go to the toilet in the next few hours. Big mistake. You hopped from one foot to another. At the moment, you weren't able to think straight. You had to pee so freaking badly, you nearly weren't able to take it anymore. You needed to go to the toilet quickly before an accident would happen. You looked around frantically, searching for a restroom sign although

When (name) had decided to visit Arthur’s house, she expected to see an annoyed Briton, not a note on the front door. Picking it up, the (h/c)ette read it to herself silently, brows furrowing slightly. “Remember where we first fought? I was so angry with myself afterwards. Did I ever say I was sorry? Well I am, so, so sorry.” Confused, she checked the other side but found nothing. What on Earth was going on? Was it meant for someone else? But… who would stick something like this on Arthur’s door? He hadn’t been with anyone before and this looked like his handwriting. As more questions built up, (name) tho

You arrived at what you believed to be your friend Ravis's house. You had a bag packed because he had invited you to sleep over at his house. You knocked on the door and a tall man with white-ish grey hair answered the door. He was really scary "H-hello. Is this where Latvia lives?" You asked Of course, not everyone knew Ravis by his human name. The tall man just smiled "Da, he does" He said "I ... I'm (Name)" You said, smiling shyly "Oh! You're here for sleep-over, da?" He asked "Yes ... a-are you sure you don't mind, mister?" You said He smiled and laughed a little "No one's ever called me "mister" before. It sounds funny ..." He sa

Netherlands x Reader - Meaningful Tulips _______ sighed as she peeked out from behind the curtain of her bedroom window, looking down into the garden next door. Why was she peeking down? Simple. Her next door neighbour *happened* to be in the garden and she didn't want to be seen. _______ felt her eyes crinkle slightly as she smiled down at Tim, who was tending to his beautiful tulips. Oh how she loved those tulips...and the man who tended them so carefully. _______ was hopeless at any kind of garden activity. She wasn't so bad at house plants but she had an unfortunate habit of sometimes forgetting to water them. She knew Tim from coll