{86. Picking up the Pieces} Tsubomi Kido x Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
{86. Picking up the Pieces} Tsubomi Kido x Reader
Note: This is not a romantic drabble, really? She's more of a mother figure, and you're pretty young in it, like not an infant but not a toddler, maybe about 2, just barely able to speak. I guess I meant for it to be about you making her feel better, helping her be happier, relieving stress kind of. It'll be told from Kido's point of view. Ready? Alright.
She's so young. How did she get here, who left her, why? Why here? This is not a place for a baby, maybe I should bring her somewhere-
"Mama," she said slowly with a yawn, interrupting my thoughts in the process. Wait, mama?
"Wait, I'm not-"
"Mama, mama!" she cheered,
{49. Umbrella} Rin Matsuoka x Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
{49. Umbrella} Rin Matsuoka x Reader
"If you go out without an umbrella you'll get sick," your voice breaks the silence that once enveloped the calm room.
"So?"
"...So, I don't want you to get sick," you reply solemnly, "here, I'll...I'll walk you home, okay?" you start to get up, but quickly you're pushed back down into your seat.
"I don't need your help," he spits, words filled with venom. He seems so angry today. Had he gotten in a fight? Perhaps he lost a race? Possibilities run through your head but when you hear the door open, you stop.
"Rin..." you whisper as you watch the door slam shut. You stand up and take your umbrella, running out the do
{29. Dark} Makoto Tachibana x Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
{29. Dark} Makoto Tachibana x Reader
Bzzt...
The lights flicker off for a split second before turning right back on.
Bzzt...
Again? Is it really storming that hard? Makoto won't like it if the light's go out-
Plink!
"Gah!"
'How manly...' you giggle to yourself. You roll your eyes and smile as you feel your way towards the closet to find a candle, opening a drawer on your way and rummaging around until you find some matches.
"Makoto?" you call, voice soft as to not startle him.
You grip the candle-holder a bit tighter, "Makoto?"
"(Y/n)..." comes a quiet, shaky voice from a room you can't seem to pinpoint.
"Makoto! Hey, where are y
{80. Only Human} Nagisa Hazuki x Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
{80. Only Human} Nagisa Hazuki x Reader
"Nii-chan!!" you whine, a sniveling mess on the ground as you hold onto your bloody knee.
"Hey, (y/n), it's okay! It's okay!" he calls to you, kneeling down in front of you. "H-Here, climb on my back and I'll carry you home!" he calls to you.
You hesitate for just a moment before not so gracefully climbing onto his back, blood dripping slightly down your knee. You nuzzle into his neck, getting comfortable as the older boy begins the short trek back home.
"You should really be more careful, sis," he hums with a laugh, hiking you up a bit more as to not drop you. Of course, he wasn't any more careful when he was a kid, bu
.:Parfaite Pour Moi:. CanadaxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Parfaite Pour Moi:. CanadaxReader
Hey there, I'm just gonna go ahead and say it straight up, that (c/n) means child's name.
Warning: Sad stuff ahead, ahh
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The doctor walked into the room, effectively grabbing your attention. You expected her to be holding a baby in her arms, handing her to you, letting you cradle her lovingly as a new mother should.
But...she didn't.
Why didn't she...why didn't she?
______________________________
"Matthew..." you whispered as he re-entered the room, voice quiet and laced with sadness.
He stayed quiet, sitting down in the chair beside you, picking up your hand and bring
.:You Are My Sunshine:. FrancexLittle!Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:You Are My Sunshine:. FrancexLittle!Reader
Walking into the room where the small, crying baby resides, he sighs a little bit. It was two o'clock in the morning and she had just woken her father...again.
"Oh, mon peu fille, why do you cry?" he asks softly, picking the two year old up and cradling her in his arms. She never did grow out of the phase of waking her parents up in the middle of the night. Her father, much to her mother's anger, would always give her love whenever she sniffled in the slightest, resulting in the spoiled baby she is now.
Promptly responding with a little gurgling noise, her cries die down into small sniffles and her smiles. "Did you just want some love, mon
.:Stereotypes:. EnglandxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Stereotypes:. EnglandxReader
Warning: Some cursing (Mostly in the intro, did it 'cause I was bored)
Fuck stereotypes.
Just, fuck 'em.
Especially the fucking stereotype that a boy has to fucking confess to a girl.
Fucking Bullshit.
You were going to fucking confess today if it was the last fucking thing you ever fucking did!
You knocked on the door to the Brit's home, confidence bubbling up all over your being. He opened the door, staring at you for a moment.
"Lemme in," you say, practically pushing your way in.
"Wha-"
"Arthur, I have something I need to tell you,"
"Oh, well, alright then, go ahead," wow is he confused or what.
"Arthur,"
"Yes, love?"
"I love you,
.:Perfetto a Me:. ItalyxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Perfetto a Me:. ItalyxReader
'I have the best husband in the world,' you think to yourself, sighing happily as you cuddle up to the mentioned Italian. What could make it better than this? Oh, yeah, you were four months pregnant with your first child. The two of you had been married for two years so far, had a stable income between the two of you, and a roof with food, and with all that in mind, you both settled that it was time to have a baby.
"Bella?" a sudden voice snaps you from your thoughts.
"Hmm?" you mumble drowsily, cuddling up closer to him.
"Would you rather it be a ragazza or a ragazzo?" he asks, causing you to giggle and move your free hand to your slightl
.:Parfaite Pour Moi:. FrancexReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Parfaite Pour Moi:. FrancexReader
Tu es absolument parfaite.
He always said that to you. Every time you said you had to go, he'd take your hand, kiss it gently, and utter that simple French phrase.
You had asked him once or twice what it meant, but every time you asked him he'd just say he had to go! This was so unlike him and It was starting to get on your nerves.
So, what did you decide to do?
You were going to ask him, and you weren't going to let him avoid you this time...
You walked up the cement staircase to the large home that belonged to the Frenchman, admiring the beauty of the extravagant. Fountains with little statues on top, flowers of all sorts, including ro
[Problematic] 2p!CanadaxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
[Problematic] 2p!CanadaxReader
Problematic
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I got a lot to learn,
But I learn a lot, I'm not concerned.
You've got a lot of burns
From all this pessimisy you said
Miscommunication.
Miss, you've got me waiting.
And I'm shaaa sh-sh-shaking
Emotions, dislocated.
________________________________________________________
You watch with wide eyes as he grabs his hockey stick. It's covered in dry blood.
Some of it is yours.
You're both shaking. Your shaking more. You're scared to death.
He's angry, he ran into a lot of poachers today.
'He's going to hurt me, he's going to hurt me again.' is all you can think.
He lift
{86. Picking up the Pieces} Tsubomi Kido x Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
{86. Picking up the Pieces} Tsubomi Kido x Reader
Note: This is not a romantic drabble, really? She's more of a mother figure, and you're pretty young in it, like not an infant but not a toddler, maybe about 2, just barely able to speak. I guess I meant for it to be about you making her feel better, helping her be happier, relieving stress kind of. It'll be told from Kido's point of view. Ready? Alright.
She's so young. How did she get here, who left her, why? Why here? This is not a place for a baby, maybe I should bring her somewhere-
"Mama," she said slowly with a yawn, interrupting my thoughts in the process. Wait, mama?
"Wait, I'm not-"
"Mama, mama!" she cheered,
{80. Only Human} Nagisa Hazuki x Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
{80. Only Human} Nagisa Hazuki x Reader
"Nii-chan!!" you whine, a sniveling mess on the ground as you hold onto your bloody knee.
"Hey, (y/n), it's okay! It's okay!" he calls to you, kneeling down in front of you. "H-Here, climb on my back and I'll carry you home!" he calls to you.
You hesitate for just a moment before not so gracefully climbing onto his back, blood dripping slightly down your knee. You nuzzle into his neck, getting comfortable as the older boy begins the short trek back home.
"You should really be more careful, sis," he hums with a laugh, hiking you up a bit more as to not drop you. Of course, he wasn't any more careful when he was a kid, bu
{29. Dark} Makoto Tachibana x Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
{29. Dark} Makoto Tachibana x Reader
Bzzt...
The lights flicker off for a split second before turning right back on.
Bzzt...
Again? Is it really storming that hard? Makoto won't like it if the light's go out-
Plink!
"Gah!"
'How manly...' you giggle to yourself. You roll your eyes and smile as you feel your way towards the closet to find a candle, opening a drawer on your way and rummaging around until you find some matches.
"Makoto?" you call, voice soft as to not startle him.
You grip the candle-holder a bit tighter, "Makoto?"
"(Y/n)..." comes a quiet, shaky voice from a room you can't seem to pinpoint.
"Makoto! Hey, where are y
{49. Umbrella} Rin Matsuoka x Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
{49. Umbrella} Rin Matsuoka x Reader
"If you go out without an umbrella you'll get sick," your voice breaks the silence that once enveloped the calm room.
"So?"
"...So, I don't want you to get sick," you reply solemnly, "here, I'll...I'll walk you home, okay?" you start to get up, but quickly you're pushed back down into your seat.
"I don't need your help," he spits, words filled with venom. He seems so angry today. Had he gotten in a fight? Perhaps he lost a race? Possibilities run through your head but when you hear the door open, you stop.
"Rin..." you whisper as you watch the door slam shut. You stand up and take your umbrella, running out the do
.:Parfaite Pour Moi:. CanadaxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Parfaite Pour Moi:. CanadaxReader
Hey there, I'm just gonna go ahead and say it straight up, that (c/n) means child's name.
Warning: Sad stuff ahead, ahh
_____________________________________________________________________
The doctor walked into the room, effectively grabbing your attention. You expected her to be holding a baby in her arms, handing her to you, letting you cradle her lovingly as a new mother should.
But...she didn't.
Why didn't she...why didn't she?
______________________________
"Matthew..." you whispered as he re-entered the room, voice quiet and laced with sadness.
He stayed quiet, sitting down in the chair beside you, picking up your hand and bring
.:You Are My Sunshine:. FrancexLittle!Reader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:You Are My Sunshine:. FrancexLittle!Reader
Walking into the room where the small, crying baby resides, he sighs a little bit. It was two o'clock in the morning and she had just woken her father...again.
"Oh, mon peu fille, why do you cry?" he asks softly, picking the two year old up and cradling her in his arms. She never did grow out of the phase of waking her parents up in the middle of the night. Her father, much to her mother's anger, would always give her love whenever she sniffled in the slightest, resulting in the spoiled baby she is now.
Promptly responding with a little gurgling noise, her cries die down into small sniffles and her smiles. "Did you just want some love, mon
.:Stereotypes:. EnglandxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Stereotypes:. EnglandxReader
Warning: Some cursing (Mostly in the intro, did it 'cause I was bored)
Fuck stereotypes.
Just, fuck 'em.
Especially the fucking stereotype that a boy has to fucking confess to a girl.
Fucking Bullshit.
You were going to fucking confess today if it was the last fucking thing you ever fucking did!
You knocked on the door to the Brit's home, confidence bubbling up all over your being. He opened the door, staring at you for a moment.
"Lemme in," you say, practically pushing your way in.
"Wha-"
"Arthur, I have something I need to tell you,"
"Oh, well, alright then, go ahead," wow is he confused or what.
"Arthur,"
"Yes, love?"
"I love you,
.:Perfetto a Me:. ItalyxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Perfetto a Me:. ItalyxReader
'I have the best husband in the world,' you think to yourself, sighing happily as you cuddle up to the mentioned Italian. What could make it better than this? Oh, yeah, you were four months pregnant with your first child. The two of you had been married for two years so far, had a stable income between the two of you, and a roof with food, and with all that in mind, you both settled that it was time to have a baby.
"Bella?" a sudden voice snaps you from your thoughts.
"Hmm?" you mumble drowsily, cuddling up closer to him.
"Would you rather it be a ragazza or a ragazzo?" he asks, causing you to giggle and move your free hand to your slightl
.:Parfaite Pour Moi:. FrancexReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Parfaite Pour Moi:. FrancexReader
Tu es absolument parfaite.
He always said that to you. Every time you said you had to go, he'd take your hand, kiss it gently, and utter that simple French phrase.
You had asked him once or twice what it meant, but every time you asked him he'd just say he had to go! This was so unlike him and It was starting to get on your nerves.
So, what did you decide to do?
You were going to ask him, and you weren't going to let him avoid you this time...
You walked up the cement staircase to the large home that belonged to the Frenchman, admiring the beauty of the extravagant. Fountains with little statues on top, flowers of all sorts, including ro
[Problematic] 2p!CanadaxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
[Problematic] 2p!CanadaxReader
Problematic
________________________________________________________
I got a lot to learn,
But I learn a lot, I'm not concerned.
You've got a lot of burns
From all this pessimisy you said
Miscommunication.
Miss, you've got me waiting.
And I'm shaaa sh-sh-shaking
Emotions, dislocated.
________________________________________________________
You watch with wide eyes as he grabs his hockey stick. It's covered in dry blood.
Some of it is yours.
You're both shaking. Your shaking more. You're scared to death.
He's angry, he ran into a lot of poachers today.
'He's going to hurt me, he's going to hurt me again.' is all you can think.
He lift
.:Nightmares:. ItalyxReader by lunabun, literature
Literature
.:Nightmares:. ItalyxReader
"Feliciano Get down! Now, quickly!" a man yelled from behind him. He immediately recognized the voice as Ludwig. He was about to get down, but something stopped him. He heard a scream, not a loud one, more a cry of pain.
His entire body stiffened as he heard a loud thud and a pained groan. Finally, he made himself turn around and look down.
Ludwig lay at his feet, his hand held over his stomach. Feliciano fell to his knees, crying and cradling the German man in his arms.
"Don't cry...Feliciano," Ludwig managed to get out, his voice hoarse and soft. He tried to get up, but ultimately failed, falling back down to the ground. "I'll be..." he
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