Deaththe-Kid-Fangirl

Punk!EnglandXReader- Let's Start a Band Chapter 1 You and your buddy were just laying around that day, you messing around on your bass and Rainey playing guitar and... singing. She was terrible at singing. Of course she always was the friend that had all the crazy ideas, "Let's start a band," She sat up and shouted excitedly. She was so fucking weird. Yawning you asked who else would be in it. She went straight to her brothers Al and Arthur. She knew you were crushing hard on her brother and she was trying one more time to get you guys together. It was the goddamn seventh time this month! You weren't really mad though, she's been talking

    The masterpiece, as it once were, was a work of my own design. Gears, levers, and dials made the machine look like something long obsoleted- alas, it was not. To explain the whole reason for my device would take all night- and then some. If I must, though, it was all for her. To see her honey-blonde locks again, to smell the cleanliness of her, and to hold her again. It was all for her. The workings of my machine are tedious and difficult to explain to someone who hasn't seen the blueprints and what exactly I had to do to make it work. It was so hard and it was all for her because- then- in my mind she was was worth every ounce of sweat I

Remember You- AmericaXReader -- [A/N] I know I haven't posted anything in months. I'm sorry. I moved, though and now I live somewhere, much less beautiful. It's okay though, I like it here. I have a boyfriend and I made friends here easily. That was three months ago. I should have posted something before now. Sorry, my loves. [A/N]     You slipped your hand into his, smiled. He was perfect. You two had everything in common and it seemed like it would never end.     That was a year ago. He was moving at the end of the semester. You didn't want him to go and you wouldn't let him without a fight, at least. If it had just been going to co

The moon cast shadows on the forest floor. I knew not why I was here or even how I got here. The night wasn't bitingly cold nor was it warm. The trees shone with silver tips and the ground seemed a bottomless pit of darkness with a few stripes of black. Leaves crunched underfoot whenever I shuffled my feet. I was never scared of the dark, but the wood always held something. Something so sinister, so dark. My head pricked to the sound of footsteps. They were soft, but they were there. I slowly turned to the sound. It was a fox. It seemed so ordinary, but there was a feeling in my gut that told otherwise. The red animal stared at me with ambe