mickyb543

Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else… You were eighteen years old. Everyone told you where drop-dead gorgeous. Shimmering (e/c) eyes, (h/l) (h/c) hair, and a beautiful smile that could make roses look like weeds. You, on the other hand, always thought of yourself as not worth anything. That’s probably thanks to your boyfriend, who treated you badly. He always made you cry, and threatened to leave you. You didn't really trust anyone else but your best friend France, also known as Francis Bonnefoy, thought of you as every jewel known in t

There was something about the city on snowy nights. Where the sky was dark as could be but snow was still gently falling onto the powder already on the ground. And how the lights of the streets and homes seemed to make the night look like it was cast in a dim orange glow. That might have been one good thing about moving into a bustling city where there were no lawns or rolling fields. There were always plenty of lights on snowy nights. Well that plus your job but for right now the snowy night was your main source of calmness. Things had been hectic at work today and working as a waitress wasn't anywhere near being calm during Christmas seas

Your breath came out in small puffs as you run across the battlefield. You could hear gunshots, grenades, and shouts of people, in pain and anger, all around you. Your legs felt like jelly, from hours of running, as you continued your search. You had gotten separated from your group in the sudden attack and you felt deep in your gut that something horrible had happen to one of them. You came to a stop when you see a familiar area. You came to a stop as your (e/c) eyes scan the area. You knew this is where you had last seen Ludwig and Feliciano, before all the chaos separated you from them. You felt tears prick at the sides of your (e/c) eyes

 'Didn't mean to take you for granted. Didn't mean to show I don’t care. Didn't mean to throw away this once a life time of chance, being with you' Never in his entire life Lukas thought of leaving you, or ignore you to the point of 'you' thinking he doesn’t care. But what done was done, you had left. Never in his entire life Lukas felt stupid; for wasting all those times in the corner of his office, pushing you away at the back of his mind, and saying those hurtful words. "I'm sorry" Lukas silent pleas filled the air, over and over repeating those words. Tears gathering in his tired blue eyes, and falling down his cheeks. But y

{Jealous!Germany X Reader} - The sound of high pitched clanging reverberated throughout the homely apartment, with pots and pans being tossed and beaten back and forth in what sounded like a mad collision. Inside the designated kitchen area, a blonde and a (hair color) were scrambling to put together a cake for a certain albino’s birthday. “How could you forget your own brother’s birthday?” you cried incredulously as you whisked the eggs frantically, sweat forming on your brow. The blocky blonde stationed at the counter to your right groaned loudly as he beat the sugar and butter with a spoon, instead of using the mi

Through the years of your relationship with him, you had fun. But not the kind of 'fun' couples usually do. Although Lukas never shows his 'love' for you through words. He  never fails to shows it through actions. After all action's speak louder than words. But everything changed........... Work. Work.  Work. That was all he did. As clean as Lukas intetionts were, something changed.  Days passed,  days turned to months, and each day his affections gradually thins. When was the last time he said 'I love you' in his native tongue? When was the last time he cuddled you to sleep?When was the last time your lips touched in a fiery passion? Months