|I want to have enough points to give my friends and seem generous not stingy--|
i'll work for anything--
England x Reader- I love you, bimboReaching for his makeup bag, Arthur began to apply concealer to his cheeks, adding just a dash of blush afterwards in an attempt to bring back their long-gone color. He peered into a small, handheld mirror, murmuring incantations to himself as he looked over his reflection. To be honest, he had grown quite proud of his makeup skills. Hell, most girls at his school couldn't even do their eye shadow without looking like a tart. But him, hell, he almost looked alive again.England x Reader- I love you, bimbo by dieing-life
"Artie, hurry up, ye pansy! We ain't got all day for ye to put on yer lipstick!"
He scooted off the bathroom counter top, shoving the well worn bag into his backpack before jogging downstairs to meet his brothers in the kitchen.
"Hey, Art, want an apple or something?"
His brother rolled his eyes, slinging his own backpack over his shoulder as he walked to the front door. Following behind, Arthur fiddled with his fingers, wondering if he had left them too pale or made them too dark... He shrugged
2p! America x Reader (In love)How to lose your life in one step:2p! America x Reader (In love) by dieing-life
Fall in love.
At least, it was the one step that would completely destroy her life.
Completely destroy it within thirty days or less, guaranteed! Not really, but, hey, might as well inject some humor into this.
She was in love, simple enough, right? No.
Her breath would catch merely hearing his name. Her heart would deadline from simply feeling his touch.
It was so much more than that petty happily ever after love. It was... Well, best put, consuming. Consuming her life. Her mind. And, most of all, her heart.
It was total head over heels love. Or something close to that.
Her breath catching as she laid on her back, she let a small grin sneak onto her face. He was just so... so amazing! His gorgeous eyes, nearly burgundy, were usually hidden, but, goddamn were they just wow. And, dear god, was he hot.
She had lost it. Her mind was clotted.
Clotted with stupid ideas of a happily ever after.
An idea she had always despised.
"It's so.. fake.
(UsUk) She'll be happyReading the invitation, which had so clearly read 'You are invited to the wedding of....,', was probably the first mistake Arthur had made. But, in high hopes, he had opened the elaborately decorated letter, his hopes soon drowning in the words. She... She was getting married? Arthur felt as though his heart was deflating. He had loved her for so long and now.... and now some man he'd never met had come into her life and stolen her! Okay..., okay..., calm down...(UsUk) She'll be happy by dieing-life
But, possibly worse yet, was the mistake Arthur had made to attend the wedding. Maybe... Maybe if she saw him again, her mind would change. After all, he'd been there for her whole life! Chivalry and hinting hadn't won her over..., though she did seem to take well to simple compliments. He let out a long sigh, his fingers raking through his bird's nest of hair. The wedding was in a month.
He had a month to win her back.
A feeling of panic rising in his heart, or to be literal, his mind, Arthur grabbed a tight
Masky x Reader RequestStumbling through the thick underbrush, _____ ran up to the disheveled house, looking up at the paint chipped walls. Taking a step closer, she felt a slow grin creep onto her face. Exactly the place she need. Dark, broken down, and disgusting, oh, home sweet home. Now, to meet the other creeps. Uh, crap, she couldn't remember them. Slenderman, tall guy, no eyes, Jeff the Killer, big smile, no eyelids, and, uh... the other people. Maybe she should work on her memory.Masky x Reader Request by dieing-life
Masky's point of view:
New girl... Hm. Nice body. I crept closer to the window of my room, urging another few of the 'creepypastas' over. "Who's that?," Jeff pushed past me, shoving me to the side to look at her. Pushing him back to get a better look, I ran my fingers through my fringe, pushing it back quickly. "So, new arrival. Psycho, murder, or... just lost?" Ben opened the window as she knocked lightly on the door.
"Not lost," I murmured, "So, who's gonna answer?"
And so on and on and on, and yet I w