y'know that feeling when you randomly give someone a core membership because you don't really need points anymore and you haven't been online for a long time
but now I have a core membership too and I have no idea what to do with it
Master Raffles [ May ]:icondecodivplz::icondecodivplz::icondecodivplz::icondecodivplz::icondecodivplz::icondecodivplz::icondecodivplz::icondecodivplz::icondecodivplz:
SIRKISSHY'S 700 WATCHER ART RAFFLE!
(3rd on May)
Please let me know if I miss something (like the rules) !~
Switzerland x Reader - Aiming for YouAiming for You
Switzerland x Reader
[Axis Power: Hetalia]
Dodge ball. It was one of your favourite games you enjoyed playing in gym class. You were really good at dodging; you were decent with catching; but you absolutely sucked at aiming. You were almost always completely off target.
To your surprise, you had found yourself being the very last member standing on your team, but the other team only had one member left as well, so it should be okay, right? Nope, of course not, because the person you were up against was none other than Vash Zwingli.
Vash was well known for many things; one of them being having a killer aim. You mentally cursed your bad luck for being the last person standing. You didn't mind getting hit by anyone in the game, but it's a completely different story when you're the last one on your team. All your team members are shouting and cheering you on while the others are trying to distract you. It was very nerve wrecking and put a lot of pressure
America x Reader - HeroHetalia: America x Reader fic
Thunder rumbled, shaking your entire house and causing you to stiffen. Stupid weather... you couldn't believe it. Why did it have to rain on Halloween night?!
"So much for trick-or-treaters..." you sighed sadly, looking at the large bowl of candy on the table. Your mom and dad had left earlier for a Halloween party, so you told them that you would distribute the candy. You never cared for trick-or-treating anyway. You then looked at yourself in the mirror. You had even put on a costume for the kids. It was a witch costume that you had worn for a couple years now, but you didn't mind. You could hear the rain beating down on your house.
"I guess I can call it a night..." you said to yourself. Suddenly, there was a loud rapping on your front door, making you jump. That couldn't be a trick-or-treater, right?! A person would have to be crazy to be out in this weather!
"HEY! OPEN UP! IT'S AL! AND THIS WEATHER TOTALLY SUCKS! LET ME IN!"
Misdirected Anger- PruAus"Gilbert, why won't you clean up after yourself?!"
No matter where Gilbert went, Roderich was right behind him yelling. Gilbert was getting over a cold and had a massive headache. The Austrian's words were making his head throb, and all Gilbert wanted was to tell him to shut up. The only reason he didn't was because Roderich didn't know he was sick. Gilbert had hid it so successfully and he didn't want to ruin that now.
"Honestly, is it that hard to pick up your dirty clothes?!" Roderich held up an armful of Gilbert's laundry to make his point. First Gilbert left his dirty clothes on the bed, in the bathroom, and on the floor, and now he was just walking away. The nerve! "You treat me like a servant or something! It's not that hard to pick up clothes! I'm not even asking you to clean the house, I just want you to stop leaving your stuff everywhere! And it's not just the clothes! You leave dishes lying around, you forget to close the fridge, and you track mud in the house rig
Romano x ReaderWARNING: Swearing. In English, and what I hope (from Google Translate) is Italian. (If someone familiar at all with the profanity of the language wanted to confirm that for me I’d be forever grateful, because I trust Google Translate with that task as much as I would trust a drunk Prussia to hold my newborn child.) Anyway, it’s Romano, so if you don’t like swears, GTFO. Now. See? I swear, Reader-chan swears, Romano swears, we all swear. It’s healthy.
“Why can’t I meet your brother, Lovino?” you asked the grumpy man, slinging an arm around his shoulders as he sat on the couch.
He blushed a little, turning away. You were the only one that tolerated his temper and language, and managed to match it with your own. “I-I just don’t want you to, okay _____? Jeez, ragazza, can’t you let this go?”
“No.” you said stubbornly staring at him. “Tell me.”
He turned back to stare into your (e/c) eyes with a look
My Name [Romano x Reader]It was a beautiful morning today. [Name] was sprawled out on her bed, thinking about how she should get out of bed. She was still in her pajamas, which consisted of a baggy t-shirt and bottoms. But she was quite tired, so she decided against it. In fact, she was trying to drift back into dream land, maybe getting another hour or two of rest.
However, her boyfriend Lovino wasn’t having any of that. He strolled right into his girlfriend’s room, pausing to look at her sleeping state. He let out an annoyed sigh before making his way to her window, flinging the curtains open so the sun would shine down on her face.
“Wake up ragazza, today’s a nice day outside. Don’t waste it,” He demanded, turning around and leaning against the window, waiting for her to rise. [Name] had been through this multiple times, and kept her composure, slowing down her breathing so it would appear she’s still sleeping.
The Italian blinked, his hazel eyes radiating a look th
RomanoXReader Sleepless Nights"Lovi, could you get that box over there? I'm kind of busy with this one right here!" You shouted from the top of the spiral staircase. Lovino was at the bottom, carrying a few other boxes out of the car. He raised his head, sending his odd curl bouncing up and down.
"Dammit, why can't you do it yourself, ragazza? For your information, I'm carrying more boxes than you!" The Italian complained.
Sighing loudly, you gave up. If he was going to be stubborn, might as well do it yourself.
I mean, you did owe him for letting you stay at his place. After the accident.
You lived in a small and cozy apartment a couple blocks away from Lovi. It wasn't much, but for you it was enough and you never complained. You were currently living alone and worked daytime as a waitress so you could say everything was going great in your life so far.
Today was Saturday, so that meant you had the day off.
Finally, after a full week of work!
Smile, Damn it! Romano X Reader
WARNING: I do curse in this story, like a lot. And my apologies for people who don’t approve of stuff like that, I’m trying to stop, but it’s like a drug and it’s addicting. That probably makes no sense, but again: Sorry for people who don’t like cursing.
You followed Romano out of the conference room after the pointless World Meeting crap was over. All those countries just fought over land and other countries, causing more tension and useless arguments. Today was especially painful, because they were fighting over you. It was quite awkward.
“Damn potato loving bastardo. Why can’t-a he just leave-a mio fratello alone, eh? And that son of a bitch-a Spain! What the hell is wrong with him?! He keeps pinching my-a damn cheek, telling me I look-a like a tomato!” Romano muttered as he walked fast out the door, with you at his tail. When he was mad, he was also a bit clumsy and dimwitted.