MizuVargas

Walking down the street, _____ cursed as it began to rain, dashing under an awning. ‘Really?’ She thought to herself, knowing that the rain would not be giving up anytime soon. Hugging herself, _____ looked around, frowning when there was nothing to look at, tapping her leg impatiently. ‘Ha! You are such a loser, fattie!’ Looking up, _____ cocked her head to the side, dismissing what she had heard. She looked up again, when there was a thump, and a small cry of pain, and she took off running, skidding to a halt in the mouth of a dark alley. ‘Aw, look at the piggy squeal!’ Someone laughed, and she made ou

Cherish Prussia x Male!Reader x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~ "And stay down this time Gilbert!" the taunting voice the of Gilbert's  neighborhood gang yelled down at him. Spitting on his beaten and bleeding form, Gilbert stood up, turning to the right only to see the startled face of a boy about his age. Clutching a paper back book close to his chest, probably because he'd just seen the end of the fight. "A-are you alright?" the boy asked, reaching out with one hand to touch Gilbert's face, not sure of how to react Gilbert merely braced himself for the boy's hand to lash out at him, only for the hand to caress his face with some hesitance. The bo

~Permanent~ [Punk!England x Male!Reader] One shot... "Back again?" "You know I can't quit you" I smile and turn away from the shop door as my most frequent customer Arthur Kirkland strode in; hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. I quickly blow the new painting of a new tattoo design dry and move it to the side. "What kind of tattoo will it be today?" I lazily rest my hands in my palms and lean over the glass desk displaying my hand drawn designs. "I love every design you do (f/n) so why don't you show me some new ones?" He smirks leaning one arm on the counter. I smile in response and spin on my black boots to grab my design sketch

.:Warmth:. [Demon!England x Male!Reader] One shot... The rain pelted hard on my running form, I ran afraid of the group of men not far behind me with knives and guns firing mercilessly at me making the shots ring in my ears along with the hard rain. My mouth tasted foul of my own blood that trickled down my head and left part of my face. I clutch my right arm as I run, it dripped with fresh blood from having a bullet wedged in the flesh. I attempted to spread my demonic black wings to fly but stopped feeling a sting in a wing meaning a bullet had successfully shot through my wing, preventing me from flying. My emerald eyes scanned the wet s

"Need for a house keeper huh?" I read aloud from the classified ads of the newspaper. My cat Hero, who was laying in my lap against my pudged tummy. He would stretch, his cerulean eyes glancing up at me. I smile petting his head softly. "What do you think buddy? Sound like a nice job for me to take?" I cooed sweetly as I sctratch behind his ears. The Main coon purred in delight. He let out a happy meow in response. "Well okie dokie then! I shall take up the job!" you declared posing, pointing at the air at really no where. Hero let out a mix of a meow and pur escape his mouth cheering me on. "Heh heh.. You're such a good boy" I said pickin