|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
JapanxReader ~ I heard that
Turn left. Turn right. Make a U-turn. Make a left turn at the fifth stop sign. Keep on going for another... *calculating* ... 50 miles.
"WHAT?!" You shrieked as you hit the breaks. Your car instantly stopped, almost making you hit your head on the steering wheel. Glaring at your newly bought GPS, you took a hold of it and threw it angrily outside your window.
Cheap crap, I knew I shouldn't have bought that GPS from that suspicious looking guy in the white van...
Sighing to yourself, you pushed a curl of hair behind your ear and restarted your car engine to get back onto the road. Technically, you were on your way to your friend Kiku's hous
Child!PrussiaxReaderxChild!Germany- Mothers Day
The all too familiar words that had come from your energetic children's lips echoed down the hall, making its way into the bedroom you had currently been residing. Not moments before had you been engulfed in a rather peacefull slumber, dreaming of the husband you had wished could be with you at this very moment, arms wrapped tightly and securely around your waist as if to tell you that you were free from any danger; that nothing in the world could harm you. Unfortunately, the only thing you were greeted to when you opened your tired, (e/c) hued orbs was the numb feeling that the empty, desolate space beside you brought. Thoug
You had decided to go to the library after school so you could study. You sat yourself down at an empty chair and cracked open your books. You read over the tiny print passages and sighed in frustration. Your final exam for your second language course was coming up on Monday, and it didn't help that you never were good with languages.
"Why did I even take German," you groaned as you rested your head on the library table. "I have three days to learn a new language," you muttered.
After you had complained about the language for a good hour, you decided to try and study some more. You looked over your notes in your notebook and tried to recoll
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 2
You sat by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria at an empty lunch table, absently drumming your fingers against its surface with your chin in your hand, your stomach giving off loud, impatient growls every few seconds. How you wished you had your lunch money with you at that moment and would have been able to buy at least something to keep you from being as hungry as you were now. If you had known that something like the previous incident with Gilbert was going to happen, you would have at least brought your own lunch, even if you would've risked him getting angry at the fact that you didn’t have any money.
You lifted your gaze,
Dense (AmericaxTomboy!Reader) "What's up, Al?" You asked as you saw your blonde-haired friend.
"Dude, _______________, you wanna go to my totally awesome party this weekend?!" He yelled, his blue eyes sparkling more than usual.
"Hell yeah!" You reply, subconsciously grabbing the thin bra strap through your shirt and adjusting it. The action went unnoticed by Alfred, who continued to squirm.
"Hey, remember that time Artie got drunk as hell and almost made out with Francis? This is gonna be even crazier! I can't wait!"
"Yeah, sounds great! But I swear, if slip something into my stuff again, you will never be able to make a child, Alfred Jones." You added darkly, recalling the time he had somehow managed to slip estrogen supplements into your drink. You had no idea where or how he had gotten hold of them, but you had spent the whole of the next day doubled over on the toilet.
Alfred gulped, looking a bit scared as he replied, "N-no way, dude. I won't do it again, I a
The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of
2p!America x Bullied!Reader: Unexpected
Alfred stared at the computer screen with a not so amused expression. It was another photo his friend Oliver had taken with his "Oh so perfect family" he had. Well, that's what the cupcake freak call's his family. He glanced a the almost mirror imagine son Oliver had. Except his son had the eyes of his mother. A disgust tone trickled from brunette's throat and closed the window. He could take anymore of this cutesy shit. But somehow he was slightly envious of what Oliver had. A beautiful wife, a good home, a decent job, a smiling son.
Years ago this would make the American's head turn away and sneer at the thought, but now. Being older, he f
AmericaxTomboy!Reader: For You
You smacked Alfred up the head as ‘YOU LOSE’ flashes across your screen. “Jerk!”
“Ha I win!”
“This is co-op mode!”
You moved your earphones from your head and turned to look at your best friend. “So I heard (name you hate) is going to ask you out. What’s up with that?”
Alfred unplugged himself from his game and chuckled, “Yeah.”
Pulling your knees up to your chest you asked, “What ya gonna say?”
Your best friend shrugged, “Don’t know. She’s kinda a b**ch and not my type.”
Tugging nervously at you
Kiku's hands shook as he lifted the worn wooden bucket. The precious sea water within sloshed over the sides, a few drops splattering the scuffed stone beneath his tabi socks.
It wasn't his first time preforming this duty. He had preformed the ritual countless number of times, but each time he had had his fathers critical gaze to steady his hands.
Now, however, he was alone, frightened of messing up, unsure if he would preform it correctly.
If he messed up, it would be on his head and at a terrible price, The secret his entire village strove to protect would be rui
America x Country!Reader Take Me Instead
Take Me Instead
America x Country! Reader
I stood on the balcony of my hotel room looking out in the nightlife of the busy streets of New York. I came here often to unwind a bit and enjoy the city life. People think I’m crazy for coming to New York only to relax, but there’s something about this place that puts my mind to ease. It’s 1:30 a.m. and I’m still having one of those insomnia episodes, for some reason I haven’t been having good sleep. I’ve thinking about her too much.
She has been invading my mind when I try to get some peaceful slumber. I try to get her image out of my head, but she seems to al
Happy Birthday Norway! [Sick!Norway x Reader]
Lucky Stars [Sick!Norway x Reader]
Today was the Norwegian man's birthday, and he wasn't in top condition to celebrate it fully.
You frowned, a bit unhappy that your friend would have to be confined to his room on his special day. An unexpected cold had ambushed him, and you felt like it was your duty to pay him a visit, just to see of he was doing alright.
That's why you were standing on the doorstep of the Nordics' house, leaning slightly on the heels on your feet, waiting for someone to welcome you in.
You were met with Finland, who was also one of your friends. He welcomed you in, in full knowledge on the reason fo
Open Chair - Jealous!America X ReaderOpen Chair – Jealous!America X Reader
For the first time in the obnoxious boy’s history, America was the first to arrive at a meeting. Often he wandered in late or what he called “fashionably late”, though that was only an excuse which he had been using for over a century now. This excuse, however, did not settle well with most of the countries and frequently ended with Germany or England berating him for it.
He snickered to himself as he made his way through the empty room, imaging the awestricken faces of those two when they saw he had appeared before them. He could barely contain himself as he thought about the b
You only have one shot (Mafia!RomanoXReader)Lovino growled, snapping his foot in irritation against the hard concrete of the garage. He sent another scowl at the shiny silver watch strapped to his wrist, his glare deepening. Where the hell were you?! You were never this late! Another growl left him as he started pacing up and down the wide, open space of the base.
Most of his men watched him nervously, knowing exactly what could happen when he was in such an agitated state. They’d seen enough bloodied noses and broken teeth to know it was wise for them to keep their mouths shut. Only the boss’s brother seemed oblivious to his anger, humming happily as he played with a tabb
RomanoxReader - Pasta Apologies“Fratello, I want you to meet my new friend!”
Feliciano bounded into the house, interrupting Lovino in his peaceful nap time. He didn’t want to meet any more of his brother’s friends. He didn’t like them, but he couldn’t just get rid of them. What was sad, is him brother chose his friends more than family.
“I don’t want to meet your friends, you bastard.” Lovino growled and sat up, turning his glare to his brother. Behind the saddened Italian, was a pouting woman, (e/c) eyes bright and watery. She pushed a lock of (h/c) hair behind her ear and fingered Feliciano’s sleeve.
(2P!EnglandxReader) The Brownie2P!EnglandxReader
For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.
For you, cleaning was nothing, mainly because you never had to. Not anymore.
Not since a Brownie had decided to make it's home in your walls.
At first you had thought that the tiny scratching noises and low chattering in the walls was a mouse. But then you noticed the small changes in your house.
Clothing you had left on the floor was suddenly clean and neatly folded on your dresser. Dishe
A.R.MST: TWA Int. BashA Random MST
TWA International Bash
NOTE: The words in italics are thoughts/translations/titles of works, and the text in bold italics are the MSTed fic.
After arriving at Hono'aru, Kristopher relaxed--hell, he slept through days. The fellow Arcadians questioned about what he was doing when he was gone. But it didn't matter.
Days after his reappearance, Shaymin Hat Girl visited Kristopher, nudging him from his deep sleep.
"Huh? Bwuh?" Kristopher stammered before he yawned.
"You all right?" Shaymin Hat Girl asked.
Carter reappeared from his visit back to his own time, yawning a bit. Kristopher scratched the Slugma
A.R.MST: attack of mewtwoA Random MST
Pokemon attack of mewtwo
NOTE: The bold italics will be the MSTed fic, and the italics are thoughts/translations/titles of works.
In the not-too-distant (okay, we lied) future (2095) of Hono'aru, Hawaii, there were the Arcadians among regular citizens. However, whenever they were not defeating demons, they would relax.
Professor Kristopher Smith, the jet black-haired, blue-clad researcher/inventor, never took a break. He would always find something to do. In between his time, he would either research on the Arcadian Legends or taking care of his extremely tall, crystal blue-eyed Slugma.
The latter occupant used to be Carter
Keep in Touch!
`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More