Russia x Reader: SNOW part 4You lay in your temporary bed, exhausted and willing to sleep. But you couldn’t. Every time your eyes slid shut over your (e/c) eyes, you felt the nightmare... the memory... creep and permeate your sleep; a sense of foreboding. Every time your eyes flashed open, terrified and tired, escaping just as sleep claimed you, the waiting monster of your past patiently waiting. You were so tired... I want to sleep... why won’t he leave me alone? Isn’t one nightmare enough? ... Why is it that my days are full of happiness and fun, but the night cold and with eminent danger, from my sleep? I’m... too tired... Unable to resist, your eyes closed yet again. He was still there, with that smile, the malicious laughter rumbling like thunder in the darkness of your mind. You were so close... soon the memory will replay to torment you... Forcing your eyes open you got out of the bed, in your warm pyjamas, and got out of the room, clutching the pillow. Fuck... I’Russia x Reader: SNOW part 4 by sillystorm28
Russia X Reader (Psychiatry AU) - We're Gonna FlyYou were walking along the grey corridor, lit only by the dim light of shimmery fluorescent lamps. Every single step echoed, and you felt just as if you were going into a deep cave. Maybe right to the hell.C4A2Todd
You had to wait before the door. You stood leaning to the dirty wall, holding your bag as if you were trying to hide behind it. You were staring upwards, wondering, who put a rubber glove on the smoke detector, when a door opened, and a disheveled woman in a long, stained nightgown peeked out.
‘No knife’ she murmured ‘no knife!’
Thank God, you thought, while she drew back and vanished.
The door you were waiting for finally opened, and a short, fat nurse came out.
‘Do you know the rules? No knives allowed, no…’
‘I know. I’ve been here already…’
The nurse nodded, let you in and closed the door behind you. You had the irrational fee
Puppy Love (PrussiaxReader)Puppy Lovevengefulamber
Jogging down the final street that would get you to your house, you pushed through the growing heat of the morning and glanced down at your watch. The timer had nearly reached 18 minutes. Picking up the pace a little bit, you ran through a barren horse trail that would complete your three-mile course. About halfway through the path however, you slowed to a walk.
A dog was trotting towards you.
Not something insanely peculiar seeing as a lot of people walked their dogs down the path. What bothered you was the fact that you couldn't find the animal's owner.
You lowered yourself to the ground and called the hound over. When he happily made his way over to you, you pat his soft, dark brown pelt and grabbed his collar.
Relieved, you saw the number and searched through your pockets for the phone you had left in you jeans from the day before. Standing, you firmly gripped the collar and began walking back home.
Though, you didn't need to hold on. The dog seemed
Keeping You Company (2P!EnglandxReader)Keeping You Companyvengefulamber
Sighing, you got up from your bed and wandered into the kitchen. Your small, black and white kitten followed behind, rubbing against your legs when you stopped in front of the fridge. You tugged it open and inwardly groaned.
The cabinet shelves were bare as well. Letting out a puff of air, you looked down at the hopeful little kitten winding around your feet, expecting a plate of food to be placed under her nose.
Today was not a day to go outside. Your neighborhood wasn't the best, and the neighbors were especially worked up today.
Carefully, you stepped over the kitten and back into your room, deciding to sleep until it was safe to leave. Just as you had drifted into a half-conscious state, you heard a crash come from the front door. You shot up in bed, you kitten's head popping up just as fast, and looked at it. Your (e/c) eyes were wide as you pulled the metal broom from it's spot between the wall and your bed and stood. Hesita
The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of homework help, and I know it’s late, but-” the voice wavered weakly, “but I need your help with something- something else.”
Something in the Brit’s heart panged and he tried to recognize the caller’s voice. “Of course, love, anything you need.”
There was a relieved gasping of air on the other end as t
You Broke My Mistletoe (TurkeyxReader)You Broke My Mistletoevengefulamber
"Buon Natale, (F/n)!" Feliciano greeted you as he walked through the door. He was tightly bundled in many layers of winter clothes, while the tall German behind him only had a few.
Grinning, you embraced the small Italian and placed a light kiss on both of his cheeks. "Merry Christmas, Feli," you said warmly, "And Ludwig." The giant man leaned down so you could peck his cheek as well.
The German blushed and mumbled something along the lines of, "Frohe Weihnachten."
Still smiling, you stood by the door and greeted each guest as they shuffled in. Many languages saying "Merry Christmas" filled your ears and lots of tight hugs kept you warm despite the cold blowing in from the more often than not open door.
One more guest stumbled in. He shook the snow from his long, heavy coat and hung it on the rack. You smiled up at the tall Turk. "Merry Christmas, Sadik!"
Stomping his feet to warm them up, the man walked right past you.
The smile dropped from
Proof of Existence (AmericaxReader)Proof of Existencevengefulamber
You took a deep breath of air before jumping from the floating dock that was in a mild area of a small bay. The cold, ocean water was a sharp contrast to the sticky heat of the night, and you welcomed the relief.
Just floating around in the dark, you wondered why no one else was out swimming before deciding that perhaps it was a bit late to be swimming in the ocean. Still, you didn’t leave. The water was soothing to your raging headache brought on by hours in the sun.
Dipping your head under the water, you forced your eyelids to flutter open, allowing you to see the dark waters around you. It was silent until you came up for air. Then, suddenly there were sounds of someone running down the dock, their footsteps heavy. The sound startled you and you swam away from the platform enough to see it’s surface.
There was nothing.
The sounds still came, though, and you ended up drifting to a much deeper part of the ocean, to the point where y
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