Smash Bros LogicOkay I'm not going to dieSmash Bros Logic by TheLastUnicorn98
You're gonna die
No I am not going to die
Yes you are going to die
Crap I died..LINK YOU HAVE FAILED ME!!YOU'VE LOST TO THE MOST OBNOXIOUS CHARECTER EVER, WARIO!!I'M SO DONE WITH THIS GAME!!
........1 hour later........
I SWEAR I WONT DIE THIS TIME
You just died..
France x Reader Prom?SpiceCat7
France x Reader
You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.
You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.
So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your hear
Japan x Reader - Hugs, Kisses, and TotoroKittyPhantomhive14
Skipping down the path, I hum a little tune to myself, a smile present on my features. Today is my one year anniversary with my loveable boyfriend Kiku. Or as many others know him, the representation of Japan.
In order to celebrate the day, I went and bought him a present, and am going to go visit him. I bought him a large plushie doll of Pikachu, his favorite Pokemon. I hope he likes it.
I had called him the previous day, to ask him if he wanted to hang out, and he agreed, inviting me over to his house.
It's times like these that make me so happy. He's always so busy with training, and I'm always doing work, so we don't really see each other that often.
Arriving at Kiku's dentoutekina ie, I remove my shoes, and step in.
"Kiku? Are you here?"
Coming from the living room like area of the home, came a "Right here."
Smiling, I prod down to the said room, his gift hidden behind my back.
When I neared his sitting area, he looks up
Body language (GermanyXReader)The two of you lay there in bed, breathless in rapture and simply gazing quite warmly at each other. Cotton sheets lay over you both, folds clinging to your every form and curve. Sharing a wide, white pillow both of you just stared at each other in a comfortable silence. His usually so slicked back hair had become ruffled, hanging over his forehead, which he wrinkled too often for your liking, like curtains of corn coloured gold. The lips which generally were twisted in a frown, or held stiffly like he was in the process of sucking a lemon, were now relaxed. The corners of his mouth were even twitched up in that rare smile he only used to flash at you when he thought you weren’t looking.shihachii
The coarse skin of his palm shimmied down your bare back, resting on your side momentarily before skimming back up to your shoulders. “Ludwig?” You were almost saddened to break the quiet that had descended over the two of you, but you broke it as easily like you’d merely touche
France x Blind!Reader -Taking the First Steps-“Teach me how to dance.”TeralGeo
It did not come in the form of a question, rather, as a straight-out command. You would not take “No” for an answer.
All around you, the studio fell silent as you walked up to the dance instructor and stared hard. You could not be sure that you were even staring into her eyes, but you continued to hold your gaze with your lightless sight until he would allow you to go under her wing.
From the corner of the room, you could hear one of the dancers stifling her laughter. With your heightened sense of hearing, you could make out her friend snapping softly, telling her to hush, a soft rustle of cloth brushing against skin on careful ears. Somewhere behind you, a parent, judging by heavy shoes scraping against polished wooden floors, scuffled in place with apprehension.
She’s not going to make it, you could hear them thinking. There’s no future in this profession. Why waste her talent and time on someone like her?
Someone who is bl