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Skyrim Norway x Gamer!Reader "Come on, just admit it" "Shut it, Dane" "Nope! Not until you admit it~~!" "Hell no" "Come on, isn't it obvious he does?" a voice came from the doorframe. It was my little brother's, Emil. I looked in his direction, and I stared at him, silently telling him to shut up. It's enough for him to have somehow guessed it on his own, but he really needs to shut up about it. He was leaning against the frame, looking over at me and the Danish idiot, and we were sitting in the dining room. Actually, I had been sitting here all along, engulfed in a book and a nice cup of coffee, and he had come to bug me. No surprises

Amnesia Iceland x Gamer!Reader The sun was shining bright and birds were singing their hearts out. The wind was softly blowing through the different shades of green leaves, and not a single cloud was dotting the sky. It truly was a perfect summer day. ....To stay cooped up inside, curtains pulled and eyes glued to the only source of light in your room; your computer screen. "EEEEEEEEK!!!" you shrieked, unconsciously pushing away the rolly chair with your feet from the desk, suddenly propping your knees against your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You stayed immobile a few moments, the shock from your mega jump scare slowly loosi

    You had just finished reading all about The Knife Game. Oliver suggested it to you, so you decided to give it a try.        You grabbed a small paring (sp?) knife from the drawer under the sink and sat at the kitchen table, ready to play. You completely forgot that 2p!Italy was staying over at your house because there was something wrong with the plumbing at his house.    "Ohh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop..." you sang, darting the knife in the spaces between your fingers. "If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off! And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out," You accidentally clipped yo

    "______!!!" America screamed from the other end of the phone. You winced and held the receiver away from your ear.        "What is it America?" You sighed. He did this alot, so you had kinda gotten used to it, but still, it pissed you off.    "I found this AMAZING STUFF!!" He sounded as if his mouth was full. You groaned. Last time it was Monster Energy drink, and he'd nearly died from it. You hoped it was just something harmless, like ice-cream or bananas.    "It'th called Pocky! It'th delithouth!!" America shouted, his mouth still full.    "I take it that you're eating it right now?" You asked.    "Yes!"    "That's nice."    "I k

“Hey! Stop going so fast!” You yelled at your best friend Alfred. “No way dudette!! I am not slowing down at all! HAHA!” Alfred laughed triumphantly. You stared at the TV screen holding the controller in your hand, “If you don’t slow down you’re gonna-” To late. Alfreds car crashed into the edge of the road and he spun out. You let out an evil laugh as your own (f/c) (car type) zoomed past him. “Hey!! No fair!!” Alfred was frantically pressing buttons and turning the controller trying to get back on the road. “Its so fair!! You were the one who never used the break!” Yo

Remember :) "     " means talking '     ' means thoughts Walking along a path through the woods, you start to glance around at the different patches of flowers that adorned the magnificent garden. Beautiful colours of purple, red, orange and many others all spread around. But one patch of colour in particular caught your attention, the lovely patches of blue. The colour of the sky, the ocean, and more importantly the one that you love. 'Ciel Phantomhive’ You think with a gentle smile on your face. It has been far too long since you last saw him, and now after all these years you would finally be able to see him again. 'Ever since th

      Nekozawa sat down at his desk in the quiet room, hidden at the back of the Black Magic Club. As the Black Magic Club’s president, he tries to get people to join his club, though he isn't very successful. He lightly pushed his hood off his head so that only his black wig was revealed- something he would only do now since all members of his club had been dismissed. “Beelzenef, we are alone at last,” he told his cat puppet and lightly moved his fingers so that the puppet’s arms moved up and down. With his other hand, the mysterious boy began to write in his journal. The room was dimly lit, with few candles lit about

In the darkest corners of the moonlight room, he sat. Shrouded in a cape of the darkest of fabrics, you could have made the easy mistake of assuming he was the shadow, and the darker area about him merely the corner’s sad attempt to copy him. He frowned, ever so slightly, murmuring to himself. No one heard him though; the room was empty, still and quiet, and he was all alone. Save for his puppet, a cat which adorned his hand and cast an eerie grin upon whoever looked upon it. Copying the cat’s grin, the boy stood, arcing his back lightly and letting out a small sigh. “Another day…” He whispered sadly. “