|Summer's getting closer...|
|My most popular fanfic. At least on FanFiction.net. It's really angst, so most of you Timmy lovers and those who hate suicide probably shouldn't read this.|
:~RomaniaxReader: Rumors~:You stood, arms crossed and a dark scowl on your face, in front of a large 1800's mansion. One with gargoyle statues hanging off of platforms and a large iron gate keeping out nosey intruders. You couldn't believe that you let your idiotic friends; Mathias, Alfred, and Gilbert talk you into going into this forbidden looking place. Well, it was more like you were the only one going in.:~RomaniaxReader: Rumors~: by FearMyPiplup
"I can't believe you three are making me do this," you said, wrinkling your nose in disgust as a bat flew out of one of the many window shutters. The Danish man known as Mathias chuckled and leaned his elbow on your shoulder.
"Oh, come on. You were the one who said you could take any dare thrown at you," he said in between his cheesy chuckles. You side-glared him and shook him off of you. There were times when you questioned your friendship with, what they called themselves, "The Awesome Trio" The "Obnoxious Trio" is more like it, you thought in your head. Alfred laughed loudly.
"Besides, ______, i
Gypsy!RomaniaxOrphan!Reader - Gypsy Bard"Hey! Hey [name]!" The five-year-old orphan glanced up quietly.Gypsy!RomaniaxOrphan!Reader - Gypsy Bard by Musicofmidnight
"What is it Mei-Mei?" She whispered, [eye color] dulled by hunger and exhaustion. Being an orphan had exhausted her and Mei-Mei, a fellow orphan, was her only friend.
"There's gypsies in the town! Perhaps we can follow them and get homes of our own!" [Name] raised an eyebrow.
"You sure about that Mei-Mei?" She asked. Mei-Mei grabbed her arm and nodded, running off to a small meadow just outside the city they lived in. A cart stood, draped with bright and fancy cloth. Sitting on the ground, playing the fiddle, was a young man barely older then twenty three at most. He was smiling, a small fang poking out of his mouth. He wore all black, except his little tophat that sat lopsided on his head which had three small ribbons on it: blue, red, and yellow. Many children gathered around him, sitting around the music he played. [Name] and Mei-Mei stood on the edges of the crowd of children.
"Aw, how adorable you lot are." He c
Request for Kittyy-Katt---Romania x ReaderI do NOT own Hetalia (I gave Romania a human name though)Request for Kittyy-Katt---Romania x Reader by Amulet-Voltaire
I do own this story though
[f/n] = first name
[l/n] = last name
[h/c] = hair color
[e/c] = eye color
[f/c] = favorite color
[f/f] = favorite flower
You never believed in fairytales. You claimed them to be stupid. You never believed in a hero, prince charming, or a knight in shining armor. In your eyes, they were a wanna be savior of the world, stuck up snobs who marry little girls they don't even know the name too, and idiots in rusted plates. You never cared about fiction. You claimed it to be a boring read. And now my friend, this is what's bothering me (purposely rhymed right there). You never gave fiction or fantasy a chance. You'd read about the future, about laser guns and star ships. But you'd rather die than pick up a book about the past, of witches, warlocks, and dungeons. You'd rather read about the future, than be buried in the past. But once you read this story, you better change t
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Although I would probably like premium membership, I'm not using these points for that. I'm going to use it for my friends, watchers, other people who likes some of my work and people whose work I like. It will either be some paint packs, cake badges, premium membership, or just some points for themselves. It doesn't matter how many points you donate, any amount will do.
1-9 points: I'll look at your some of your work, and give you a llama (I give one to everybody I find).
10-19 points: I'll look at your , of your work, give you a llama, and .
20-29 points: Everything before, and some of your works will be shown in my journals.
30-39 points: All of the above, plus I will write a story commission for you.
But there are rules for the stories:
They have to be oneshots
They can only be from the categories I have favourite folders for, or something completely original (And I suck at it being completely original, so I prefer if you ask for fan fictions)
Anybody Who Cares-Ch 1I have to do this. It won't be so hard to say goodbye. It's not like anyone cares.
This all started on Monday. After another day at school of Crocker failing me, Trixie rejecting me, and Francis beating me up, I went home only to find my parents getting ready for a special evening-without me. They left me with my evil babysitter, Vicky. As usual, she made me do all the chores while she just watches TV. After I finished my chores and most of my homework, I started playing on my V-cube. I barely started the first level of my game when Vicky called for me.
"TWERP!" she yelled from downstairs. I knew she was just going to torture me, and since I thought I had suffered enough already, I decided to ignore her. She's bound to get tired and give up eventually, I thought. Boy was I ever wrong. About 5 minutes later, Vicky came charging upstairs. She kicked my door open so hard, it broke off its hinges.
"When I call for you, you come right away! Got that?" she screamed.
That's when I snapped. "Y
Ch 1-RememberI waited for a really long time until Mommy came out. She was sitting in a chair with big wheels. Daddy was behind her. I saw that Mommy was holding something.
"Danny, Jazzy, I want you to meet your new baby brother," Mommy said. My big sister, Jazzy, put down her book to come and see. Mommy was holding a very small baby. He had brown hair eyes. He was my little brother.
"Can I hold him, Mommy? Please?" I asked, putting on my cutie face.
"Not now Danny, he's too small. Maybe when he's a little older," Daddy said.
"What should we name him?" Mommy asked.
"Well, I've always thought Timothy would be a good name for our son," Daddy answered.
"TIMMY!" me and Jazzy yelled at the same time.
Mommy and Daddy smiled. "Come on kids, we're going home."
"YAY!" I screamed
When we got home, Mr. and Mrs. Turner were already there. Mommy and Daddy talked with them and Jazzy and me went upstairs to sleep. I didn't feel very tired, I was too excited. In the morning, I would get to play with my baby bwothe
FOP-Skater BoyI can't believe it. Timmy Turner had actually turned me down (ME! TRIXIE TANG! Of all people!) for that geeky girl, Tootie.
I guess it was my own fault though. He always tried to win me over, or at least get me to talk to him, and I only ignored him and/or hurt him, physically and emotionally. It's just that...no one really thought that we should be together. They all thought that Timmy was a geek (although he does know some pretty awesome skateboard tricks), and that I was too pretty and popular to be with him. I was just too concerned on keeping my reputtation as the most popular girl in school, I was never able to admit that I actually felt the same for him as he did for me.
I first found out that Timmy and Tootie were together five days ago. I was watching the Chip Skylark concert on TV while babysitting for one of my mom's friends, when I saw Timmy with Chip, slamming on a guitar. I never knew that Timmy could play any kind of instrument, so it really surpr
Until the day I die - side oneshotUntil the day I die
I’ll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I’ll spill my heart for you
Timmy was lying on his bed, all alone in his room. He was planning out how the next day would turn out. He had managed to find a gun and a few bullets (which his idiot father had practically just given to him) to use as a first resort. But he was thinking about all the memories he had, the good and the bad, and was deciding if he really should kill himself. He still remembered that promise he made to himself that he would protect the ones he loves until he dies. He had never expected that day to come so quick.
Gary was lying on the bed in the room Remy had let him use. He was staring at the ceiling, remembering all the good times he had with Timmy when they were five. They went through a lot together, and it always hurt to remember the day he was abandoned and stuck in Timmy’s head for five years. When he became real, he was upset with Timmy for leaving him
Damned RegretsRoderich Edelstein thought of himself as preeminent in many things he did. He often tried to show off to others as being a very high class noble; even if he did make some mistakes sometimes his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit them. Because he was so foppish, he didn’t ever partake in any activities that most young men would do, such as hard labour or getting drunk at bars. Yes, the young Austrian’s life was quite refined, simple, and some may find it awfully dull, but that was just the way he liked it.
One fine winter morning, Roderich had decided to take a stroll through the park. The sun was shining brightly against the clear blue sky. Not a single cloud in sight, not a single snowflake was falling. The wind was a bit zephyrous, but the temperature was still warmer than most days. There couldn’t have been a better day for a nice, relaxing-
Roderich was suddenly pulled out from his reverie as a snowball was fired from nowhere and hit him right in the f