Danish-Fay

Your opened the box and gasped at what was inside. It was a Switzerland hetaloid. You could barely hold back the smile forming on your lips. In fact you didn’t even hide it, a wide, joy-filled smile graced your features. You thanked your parents profusely, not hiding the excitement and joy from the present they have given you. Afterwards, you opened the rest of your presents from your friends and sliced your cake. After that all your friends started to filtering out one by one. The last to leave were your parents. “Are you sure you’re okay on your own?” Your father asks, placing a hand on your shoulder making eye c

Do you know what's worth fighting for When it's not worth dying for? " When will you be back? " " I don't know babe " you stop helping him packing for a moment, looking at him. "Just.... nevermind" shoving the rest of his things on his bag, avoiding eye contact you left the room. Does it take your breath away And you feel yourself suffocating? Does the pain weigh out the pride? And you look for a place to hide? Did someone break your heart inside? blinking some of the tears away you shut the bathroom door behind you, slapping your hand on your mouth, controlling your sobs shutting your eyes. You don't want him to go. He is a country so

Warning: This contains heavy sexual themes. The moment you laid eyes on your reflection in the mirror staring back at you, you sighed irritably and enveloped yourself in an embrace over your chest. Breast squeezing together from the action, blood rushed up to flush your cheeks in embarrassment upon seeing how much cleavage there was. With only two violet seashells to save your dignity, regardless of how beautiful they were, you felt stark naked despite not being so. Along with the lack of coverage for your chest, you were clad in something else that was just as suggestive. A skin-tight red mermaid dress squeezed around your thighs and behind

FrancexReader Baby Fever            Francis had never quite felt this way before. His slender fingers tightened around one of the many poles on the subway as his eyes bored into emerald ones. The girl captivated him so greatly, using only her eyes and her beautiful smile to lure him in. Her short curly brown locks sang him a siren song, begging for him to touch them. He lifted his resting hand to chance a wave at the beautiful girl. He was immediately rewarded with her small gurgles and baby fists flying back at him. The precious baby began to giggle at him as he made silly faces at her, bringing smiles to the faces on everyone on the subwa

       "Okay, Ivan, I've decided.  We're going on a picnic."  The man you spoke to gave you a confused look.        "A...Picnic?"  His head tilted to the side.  "Why would we do that?" Normally, the two of you stayed inside and played video games (never play what he suggests...) or watch Netflix.        "Because, it's actually nice out today, and I have a surprise for you~!"  You grabbed his hand and 'pulled' him up.  you knew he did all the work.        'Pulling' him by the hand, you grabbed a pre-packed basket and led him out the door.  Since it was a nice day, the two of you walked, hand in hand, to the place you wanted to go.    

“Where is it?” Matthew mumbled to himself, rummaging through his drawer. “I swear I put it here when I did the laundry.” He stood and scratched his head, puzzled. Where could his sweater have gone? It wasn’t like it could take itself out of the drawer and leave the house. It had to be around somewhere, he reasoned. He went downstairs, calling your name as loudly as he could, though he was sure you couldn’t hear him anyway. When he reached the living room, you were sitting on the couch with Kumajirou cuddled on your lap. “Hey, have you seen my—“ “Who’re you?” Kumajirou

You opened your apartment door and kicked off your heels. Working at Granny’s Diner had taken its toll on you today. You hung up your coat and tossed your keys on the table and headed to flop down on your couch. As you glanced around the warm apartment you noticed a present wrapped in perfect purple paper sitting on your dining table. You forced your tired legs to move and headed towards the table. There was no name on the tag except a big red heart. You huffed as you picked up the package and began to unwrap it. It was obviously from Charming, or David, again. Last week it was five hundred dollars to pay your rent and the week before

THERE IS SOME SENSITIVE MATERIAL MENTIONED. NO HATE MAIL PLEASE. ---------- ------------------ --------- There (Name) sat with her four masters staring at her, making her bite her lip with fear. She knew what they would want her to do and it took all the strength she had not to grip her stomach and sob. She didn't want to she wanted to be free once more, but it was engrained into her to desire to wholly make her masters happy. And even if only one of them said no she would be able to keep the child, but none of them would, she may have started out their companion, but in truth she was still their servant. Nothing more and nothing less. And

Straight Flush of Hearts. Iceland had won. Oh how this fit, the man who had rescued (Name) and taken her in would be the one which she spent the most time with. The only problem was…she was in love with him. She would do anything for him even beyond her place as a bound servant. She was so hopelessly head over heels for him…and would never say a thing nor would she act on it. She didn’t even show it really…her place as his servant was holding her back from speaking the words she died to say to him. She smiled as the Icelandic male smirked softly at her. This was going to be a long night once they returned to hi

 “(Name)!” the violet eyed Canadian cried as he rushed to the young servant’s side. He dropped to his knees and tried to shake her awake. She didn’t stir. His heart began to race, he knew she looked ill earlier and he didn’t do anything about it. He felt horrible. He felt like this was his fault, he should have told her to sit down and relax, but he was too busy soaking in the attention. He scooped her into his arms and hurried her into her room, rushing past his American brother in the process. “What the hell happened Matt?” America asked hurrying behind him into the maidservant’s room. &

 Germany brought the sobbing girls inside as she gripped him. He was shocked to see her. How had she gotten away? He brought her into the study shocked by her still sobbing apologies. He pushed her hair back and cupped her cheek softly. “Shush, shush.” He said, “Just stop crying and tell me what happened.” “I…I was asleep…and then…they took me…I didn’t tell them anything I swear!” she said. “I know, I gave you no chance to get information they would want.” Germany said, “It was safer that way.” “Th…they all questioned me…w

 Yong Soo, the nation of South Korea was going about his usual activities; claiming things were made in his land, claiming everyone’s breasts, when he went into his young servant’s room. She was asleep in bed, it was a little early for that. But then again, she was injured and he had fought with his brothers to give her a bit of a break about her duties because of her hurt hand. He walked over and saw that she had tear tracks on her cheeks. He frowned and went over to her desk and saw her diary sitting there. Locked. If he wanted to know why she was upset so he could help the young woman who had captured his heart this was the pla

 “(N-Name)…bella?” he exclaimed she was passed out on the floor. He hurried over to her and gathered her into his arms. He was finally seeing her as she was, her eyes sunken in, skin paper thin, hair so brittle it fell out when he stroked it. She was malnourished. But how, she must have been eating since she cooked every night. He began to think, had he seen her eat though? He pet her hair and kissed her temple. “(Name), p-please wake up.” He said and lifted her up to place into her bed. Why would she do this to herself? He bit his lip remembering what Spain had been talking to he and Roma about. He bit his

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V* I was one of the few who couldn't remember their deaths, nor who I was before I died. I had asked the dead scientists, the dead oracles. No one was going to tell me, saying it was better I found out on my own. All I know is I woke up here, in this land of nightmares, Halloween Town, wearing a tattered dress (yes I created that outfit set). I sighed as I walked the grave yard, odd wasn't it. In a land of death there's a graveyard. I heard a distant barking, looking up I saw Zero the ghost of a dog. And in the distance I head a voice "Zero!" then a whistling "come here boy!". Zero simply floated over to me. I crouched down the

“Hey, Apollo! Let’s try the Ferris Wheel!” “(Y/n)… I-I’m not sure… I-I’m not good with heights, y’know…” he looked down, blushing lightly. “Don’t worry. Just look at me and everything will be fine.” She reassured. “Do you still want to go, Apollo?” “U-uh, yeah… sure.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “Great!” she beamed. --- “We’re so high…” Apollo whimpered. “Apollo, look at me.” “Close your eyes.” she whispered. He obeyed.  He felt her fingertips ligh

Closing Time! "Fuck yeah! Finally!!" You raised your fist into the air as you at last logged out of the computer terminal. Then you turned to one of the vents, smirking when you saw the glowing eyes of William retreating into the darkness. "Soon enough you're gonna get what's coming to you, bastard." There was a particular reason you were here and were doing all of these menial tasks for the past five days: to fulfill a task that your old friend Michael failed to do. And that was to put a stop to his father and all of his horrific work. Henry, a former partner of the serial killer who sought to end what he started, told you of his plan to

Once Liz, Patty, Maka and Tsubaki had you in Maka’s house they ran all around, collecting makeup, hair products, clothes, and more beauty enhancing things. Liz sat you down in a chair and began to apply the mascara. Once she was satisfied with it she painted your nails (f/c) eye liner, lip stick, and apply face makeup. Once that was done she patted your face with powder, making you cough. Once she stepped back Tsubaki started to straighten your hair, then put a braid in a random spot. She pushed your bangs back behind your ear but they just jumped back into your eyes. With an irritated grunt Tsubaki pined them back with a hair pin. Wit

There may be swearing Maka and Kid were sitting on the bench at the basketball court while Soul and Black*Star were playing a one on one game, with Patty being their cheerleader, well until she got distracted. Tsubaki and Liz were planning the party, occasionally asking Kid questions, since the party would be at his house. They were sitting near Maka and Kid though, so that they could easily ask each other questions “I feel like we are missing someone from our guest list.” Kid thought loud-out to Maka, who had just read the list off to Kid, so he wouldn’t freak out over the asymmetrical writing. “What about ___?”

You stuck your hand into the bag, finding nothing you turned to Lord Death. "There's nothing left" he looked into the bag and dug a hand into it "I guess you’re right, since you need a partner I'll go!" He moved to the closet, you followed him "Stein, do you think you can close and lock the door for me, since I'm not there to" Stein got up "Certainly" he closed it and locked it "Have fun" Stein gave you both a creepy smile. You sat down in front of Lord Death. "So, how's it going _____?" You smiled “It's going great!" He pulled out a deck of cards "Want to play cards?" He asked. You smiled and nodded. In only three minutes you ha

"Now, Does anyone where what organ this is?" Professor Stein asked as he held up a pancreas. Your hand immediately shot straight up, Of course you were the only one to raise your hand, You were the only one to enjoy the lessons. "(y/n)?" "I believe that is a pancreas," You said as you watched a smirk grow on his pale face. "You are correct. I'm very impressed by you, (y/n)," He replied before continuing with the lesson. A blush grew on your face but you ignored it and continued writing notes down into your black notebook. The bell rang, Signalizing the end of class. You bit your lip and waited for those two words to come from his mouth. "

Your bed’s silky sheets were soft against your bare legs as you rolled onto your back. The world was shrouded in darkness and a gentle chill that made you shrink farther beneath the heavy blankets. However, as your hand glided along the fabric of the sheets, everything became much less peaceful at the empty space beside you. Your eyes fluttered open, taking a long moment to adjust to the pitch blackness before you began to scan the room for your boyfriend’s presence. Nothing. Your stomach began to churn with unease as you pushed the blankets from your figure and climbed to your feet. The tile was cold against your skin, your arms

You're sitting at a asiago cafe and notice a gentleman sitting at the table next to you, frowning over a collection of papers. You crane your neck to try to see what he is reading but catch his glance instead. He whispers, almost to himself "I wouldn't want to live, I wouldn't want to be born at all, if I weren't here, if I weren't able to hold you." The moment passes, even if akwardly. He gets up to leave, but hesitates at your table. He says shyly "sorry about earlier, but I'm working on a part and couldn't get this scene of him talking to his" he pauses, letting the silence hang there akwardly. "His what?" You ask. He looks you in the eyes

WARNING: This contains spoilers, ~ClanWarrior (https://www.deviantart.com/clanwarrior)'s headcannons, and feels galore. Oh god..what have I done?? Typically this is suppose to be the last of my "FNAF 4 x Child!Reader" series, but I'll be doing stories on the crying kid (Shaun) and my Nightmare Puppet. In the meantime, enjoy~! --------------------------------- "Ehh? Where'd they all go?" Opening the right door, you glanced down the hallway to see no sign of Nightmare Chica or Foxy. The same went for Bonnie and Freddy and his minions when you checked the other areas of the room. They haven't showed up all night and you started to wonder if they all gave up so soon. But how cou

"Foxy? Foxy what's wrong?" You knocked once, then twice more, on the closet door, with your flashlight in hand. "͢L̢eave̛͠ ̶́͝m̸͟e ̢̕a̸͘ĺo̢̨n҉̴e̕͘,̕ ̧̛͞l̢͢as̶̕s͏̴͠,̷͠͠"̀҉҉  said animatronic growled, though you could detect the sadness in his tone of voice. You weren't quite sure what was wrong with Nightmare Foxy. He just went straight for your closet like he always did, but refused to come out or even show his face to you for at least 4 hours, even though

"Shoo!" You shone your flashlight at the over-sized rabbit for the tenth time that night, sighing with relief as he hid behind the corner. Man, he just NEVER seemed to give up! Checking the time, your alarm clock read 2:30. 'Boy, I'm gonna be here for a while..' you thought, sighing a bit. Honestly, you were getting a bit bored of this little 'Hide and Seek' game. Besides, weren't you just dreaming about all of this? So that means that these robots couldn't kill you...right? ~Nightmare Bonnie's POV~ I shook my head, trying to get the disorienting light out of my vision. Oh..when I get in that room, the first thing I'm gonna do is snap tha

"Noooooo get outta here!!!" You hissed, shining your flashlight at the three Freddy minions on your bed. They looked up and shrieked from the brightness before zipping off the bed. Now that they were gone, you could focus on finding the rest- *growwwwwll* You winced and clutched your stomach. Of ALL days, why does it decide to want a Midnight snack NOW? "Be quiet," you whispered, "just a few more hours..." Heading towards the middle of the room, you picked up the sound of breathing and ran towards the right door, slamming it shut. "No! You cannot come in here--ughhh..Shut up, stomach!" "͏̛W͏́͢á͜s ́

You've survived your first night with the nightmarish monsters. For some reason, they left the moment your alarm clock rang 6 AM. 'Maybe they're afraid of the sunlight?' You thought and headed back to your bed which you proceeded to flop right on to. It's been one heck of a night, so you decided to celebrate with a nice, long nap. As soon as your pulled the covers up to your body and cuddled your Freddy plushie, you were out like a light. ~???~ "What have you brought home?" You woke up, startled by the voice. But what surprised you more was that you woke up not in your bed, but in an empty hallway. Standing up, you looked around to see wh

(m/n) and Toy Freddy were outside while it was snowing and they were in New York City at the time. They walked to Towns Square where a huge Christmas Tree was. (M/n) was smiling and Toy Freddy was staring at (m/n) all excited as the snow fell It gets a little colder All the leaves are gone And it feels like it's freezing cold Right down to the bone (m/n) tail was swaying from side to side and he hugged Freddy tightly. "Thank you for taking me here" (m/n) said as he stared at Toy Freddy into the eyes. "You're very welcome, (m/n)" Toy Freddy smiled and kissed (m/n) on the cheek as his face turned red from both cold and happiness. I really

“So here, strum this string with the pick…” Bonnie instructed you, placing his furred hand over yours. “Then put your finger on this string right here,” You did as he said and strummed the guitar slowly. A sound came out of it, with caused you to look at Bonnie with a smile. He nodded and turned to Freddy and Chica who were watching with amused looks. “For her first lesson, she’s doing pretty good.” Freddy commented. Chica let out a puff of air from her endoskeleton. “Yeah, maybe then she can perform for you while you’re getting your parts replaced!” She joked, putting her ha

    Jeongguk was not a baby. Though many would argue he was, and he was usually the youngest in any group he was in, he wasn’t a child that needed constant care.    When he told his six older, mature, knowledgeable hyungs as such, they wrote him off completely.    “I’m not a baby,” he said.    “Whatever you say,” they replied.    God, was that just frustrating. Sure, there were many instances where he was given the treatment one would assume a baby, child, or teenager would need, but he was twenty now, for Christ’s sake. He didn’t need to be treated like a baby.    Was that too much to ask?

 Your wrist still in his grip, Benedict pulled you along the sidewalk away from the photographer's flashing cameras. "Do you have any idea where we're going?" you asked, breathing heavily. "No, but as long as we get away from them, we'll be fine," he replied, sounding as if he wasn't out of breath at all. You assumed it was from the running he'd done during the filming for 'Sherlock'. He whipped you both around a corner and into a darkened alleyway. He checked around the wall before turning back to you. "Bene-" you started, but was quieted by his lips pressing against yours, harder this time. Surprise showing on your face again, you kissed

“So Freddy?” You started, walking over to him.  He looked up from talking to Bonnie and seemed to almost smile at you. “Yup (y/n)?” He asked. You pointed towards Pirate Cove. “Why doesn’t Foxy ever come out during closing hours?” You asked. Freddy put a puff of air out of his endoskeleton and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Well, he’s not exactly shy, but he just doesn’t like to come out. On account of the Bite. He thinks he may hurt one of us.” Freddy explained. You nodded. “Alright, that’s cool.” You told him. “Actually, I needed to talk to you fo

PART ELEVEN: TOGETHER Getting back to the set had been easy as pie in the end – if only because the thunder and lightning of the storm pulled everyone under cover. You had kept close to Abel’s side throughout the run and your hands never parted, even though you were nearly dragged on. Your stomach knotted with fear from this exposure… returning to your trailer in time for Elizabeta was suddenly less alleviating. “Did you try to drown her you crazy Dutch bastard?” Elizabeta snarled, angrily brandishing a hair dryer and a very flexible plastic comb. You grinned rather nervously at Liz as she sat you down and thr

Part Seven "So, you did what you shouldn't and listened to Armenia? I'm not saying my sister's a bad person, she's actually very endearing, but when she has a vendetta she has a vendetta. She's been after Turkey since they were kids and he killed her dog.... Don't ask about that, he just panicked because the dog bit him and his father decided that was the only correct course of action." Georgia was itching her chin in thought after hearing your tail and forcing you to drink more tea. She had managed to take you to her house to calm down, a small apartment with a few leaky patches here and there she'd covered or solved with duct-tape. It was

PART FOUR It surprised you that the film you were going to watch was about zombies, cannibalism, and somehow Mr Russia seemed to think of it as an appropriate comedy. Estonia was terrified at the description alone but you shook your head in disbelief. Your previous knowledge of going to a horror movie on a date was so the guy could increase a chance of getting a grope…. Maybe you'd be the one groping Estonia… You had been pleased that Russia had kept to his promise of paying for your ticket as well, and Estonia had managed to gain enough courage to suggest buying you a drink and popcorn, but you'd been forced to settle for whatev

It was a few days later when Larry made the announcement that the London Display was leaving. It didn’t appeal to the majority of New York. They were going back to the airport in the morning to be shipped back to London. “Boys? I’m sorry I tried to set you two up.” Larry apologized for the fortieth time that night, and the sun had only just set. Jedediah waved off his apology. “We told you s’fine!” He said, gently taking the Roman’s hand with his unused one. Larry smiled at the pair. They were really god-damn cute when you got right down to it. “Now, take us over there so we can say good-bye, Gig

Scout squeaked slightly as the bandage tightened around the wound. “Could ya take it a little easy there doc?” he asked, a slight growl in his voice. “Do you vant it to be infected?” Scout went silent, “Zat’s vat I sought.” Scout grumbled to himself as [Name], the Medic of the team, bandaged his wounds. Due to the gruesomeness of the recent battle, the two teams are having a week vacation. The wounds were so deep that even [Name]’s MediGun couldn’t help. So the Administrator called for the teams to be healed as best they can, and to rest. “Zere. You are all set,” [Name] said.