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America x Abused!Reader Chapter 2READ HERE
Chapter three (americaxAbused!reader)READ HERE
AMERICA x ABUSED!READER CHAPTER 4READ HERE
CHAPTER 5 INCLUDED
England x Abused!Reader -Irony-Edit: part two out! http://vulturevain.deviantart.com/art/England-x-Abused-Reader-Irony-384021677
What am I doing...
I'm so soorrrrryyy I haven't been updating >,< I'm in a deep lazy mood..whatever...
I hope you like it
This might become a series...
Warning! : this has cursing and things that contain blood and gore this is not for children!
Please turn back now if you dislike this kind of thing!
Here I am sitting in the rain. Not because I'm sad or anything! I enjoy the rain very much! I like the feeling of the little wet droplets hitting against my frozen skin! Yup! I'm totally not getting sick.
The smile on my face deceives people...People walk to me laughing enjoying the happiness radiating of me...What they don't know is that everything is a lie...The smiles,the happiness,and joyfulness I seem to show...
My name is (name) (surname). When I was little I learned that life doesn't have happy endings. People s
SpainxAbused!Reader FINALThe following morning, you awaken in your hospital bed. The groggy feeling of the anesthetic had worn off and your mind was clear again after a good night’s sleep. You see beside you Spain, who was still fast asleep with his head resting on the bed and your hand in his hand. Carefully you remove your hand from his and gently pet his head, your fingers going through his thick brown hair.
“Hmmmm…” you hear a small sigh from him as his eyes blinked open sleepily. He looks at you and smiles.
“Morning, ________,” he greets you happily.
“Morning…” you reply back.
It was at that moment you hear the sound of someone running in the hallway. It gets louder and louder until you see your mother run into the room.
“________!” she says.
“MOM!” you shout as you mother runs over to you and the two of you embrace.
“You have no idea how worried sick I was when we found you gone! I’m
SpainxAbused!Reader part 1The first yellow leaf falls from a tree in the schoolyard; autumn had officially begun, and with it, so did the school year. You were dressed in a (color) turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and boots. Your thick (hair color) hair gently brushed against your cheeks as you walked through the hallway, trying your best to hide in the crowd. Sadly, your warm attire when compared to the summery clothes of most of the other students made you stick out like a sore thumb. A lot of people have asked if you felt warm in your turtleneck, and while the cotton felt itchy around your neck, you said you didn’t mind.
You had seen a variety of new students at your school; not just the freshmen and sophomores that just came in, but several transfer students were there as well. Each one was from a different country; there was one from Canada, one from Germany, one from China, even one from Egypt! It was an ethnic melting pot! You used to be one that’d be
SpainxAbused!Reader part 3“Miss ________,” your teacher’s voice speaks to you, “Miss ________, are you paying attention?”
You tried your best to stay awake, but sadly you haven’t slept for a week. Not since Allen had started leaving you out of the house each night. Once again, your mother hasn’t noticed a thing. Now, sadly, the lack of sleep was starting to get the better of you and you’ve started dozing off in class.
“Sorry, Sir,” you say to him, “I’m listening.”
The teacher goes back up to the board. You gaze up at the clock; almost time for the class to let out. You keep trying to listen to the best of your abilities, but sadly your eyes were at the point where they’d often try to close themselves, and your teacher’s droning voice did not help in the least. You rest your heavy head on your hand to keep it up. You start dozing again when the bell suddenly rings. You immedia
SpainxAbused!Reader part 2“Hola, _________!” Spain calls you from across the hallway.
It’s been a few weeks since school started, and so far things have been going well… or rather as well as they could go. You still had certain issues at home, but school was going great.
“Hi, Spain,” you greet him, “How are you?”
“Good,” he replies, “How are you, today?”
“Eh, can’t complain.”
“Hey, um, I was wondering,” Spain began to talk, with a noticeable hint of blush on his cheeks, “What are you doing after school today?”
“Aside going home?” you say, “Not much. Why?”
“Well, me and my friends were going to go to a cafe in town after school,” Spain explained, “Would you… like to go with me?”
Your face turns a little red.
“Spain,” you speak, “Are you… asking me out on a date?”
“If you’d like it to
Abused!Reader X LithuaniaYou fingers ghosted across the page, leading the pencil lightly along in the shape you saw fit, and in a couple of meaningful seconds, you clearly saw something beautiful waiting to happen while others saw a few light ovals, circles, and lines. You felt a small, microscophic smile slide it's way onto your usually emotionless face. You lightly shaded the right lines in a bit darker, and there, you could easily see a person smiling and waving at you from the page. You sighed, carefully adding the plump, kissable lips in the right place, the shy looking blue eyes in the perfect positions, the triangular nose dead center, the eyebrows that were set in a caustiously friendly pose. You flicked your wrist a few times to outline shoulder-length brown hair, shading it in to match. You quickly copied the image of his clothes from your mind. You added some detail and shading, and soon, it was more a photo of the new boy then a picture of a mindless girl. Your fingers brushed against his
DenmarkxAbused!Reader Tears of a Fragile Dreamer 1DenmarkxAbused!Reader Tears of a Fragile Dreamer Part 1
WARNING: abusive drunk parent! Read at your own risk! I bid thee fair warning.
You had another horrible day. God was not on your side. But your whole life was like this. Your parents had gotten divorced and your mother was forced to take custody of you.
"THAT IS IT! I'VE HAD IT!"
Your father took a nearby vase and threw it against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces. Your parents had been fighting for who knows what reason for who knows how long.
And your father's, who was fed up with your mother's yelling, temper had broken.
There was dead silence for a second.
"I am sick and tired of you blaming me for everything!"
You, who were hiding in the hallway behind the door, gasped in shock, but quickly bit your lip. Your father was usually quiet when your mother was yelling at him, speaking only to defend himself.
"I'm sorry- " your mom
2p!Canada X Abused!Reader Chapter 12p!Canada X Abused!Reader Chapter 1
"N-no, I'm ok. I s-swear." ________ stuttered. Why did he care so much? Wasn't he the one known for not giving two shits? "I-I'll just c-cover them up a-ag-" She stopped her self from finishing the sentence and ran into the bathroom, immediately taking out her cover up. 'That was close' She thought. 'I don't need to be dragging down others around me because of this.'
Finishing making everything presentable, _______ peeked out of the bathroom and sighed in relief when Matt wasn't there. Stepping out, she quickly made it to her classroom, only a few minutes late. Sitting in her far corner seat where everyone avoided, she pulled out her homework, work book, and sketch pad.
_______ began mindlessly drawing in her sketch pad, not really looking at what she was drawing. When she finally took a good long look at what she drew, she realized it was him. She drew Matt. Why? How did her effect her so much that she mindlessly drew him? ______ sat there, co
SpainxAbused!Reader part 4Married…
The word echoed in your mind as you sat on your bed.
It echoed like a mantra. You couldn’t speak, all you could do is shiver.
Your mother had just said she was marrying Allen. She’s engaged to that monster. He was going to become her husband. He’d become your step-father. That monster would be here forever.
“No… No…” you murmured, “No… No…”
You couldn’t even breathe at this point. You hugged your pillow close to you and cried. Allen was probably going to torment you far worse now that he’d be marrying your mother. He was a clean-cut, manipulative bastard, and your mother loved him. Your mother wanted to marry him. He was going to make the rest of your life a living hell. You’d be tormented day in and day out. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
… No. You won’
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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