Silky-Sora

"You do know that this won't make me say it, right?" questioned Emil, directing it at both you and Lukas. "We never said that was the reason." you defended, with Lukas nodding his heading, showing his agreement with your statement. "It's obvious though…" mumbled Emil. You see, you and Lukas have been having a bet to see if within a week, if Lukas could get Emil to call him "Onii-chan" or if you could get him to call you "Onee-chan". The winner gets whatever they want from the loser. You were not related to them, but all of you were childhood friends, so you were practically like family. "L-lets just start playing. Lukas, truth or dar

Norway x reader You were at your friend Emil’s house. Emil and his strange family were your best friends. Since the moment all five of you met it was fate you were meant to be with one another. There was something that struck you peculiar though, Emil’s older brother Lukas wanted you to call him “big brother”. You rejected him of course, who in their right mind would call him that!? Emil flipped out on him too, which was highly unusual for him since he was so quite. Anyway, you were at their house, but the only one home was Lukas. You two got along just fine, in fact you had a small crush on him, but... you were st

Chapter 1: King of the Skate Park ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "That cocky bastard…" you grumbled to yourself, trying not to scream in class. "Just you wait…I'm gonna get you for that!" "Why, Miss (Last name), do you have something you would like to share with the entire class?" asked your teacher, accusation obvious in his tone. "Well, no but…" "Alright then, detention after school." said your teacher bluntly. "But teach, I-" "No excuses." he cut in, immediately silencing you. Quietly huffing, you sat down, only to hear a silent "Kesesesese~" from behind you. Immediately recognising the laug

 The halls were quiet. No sounds of squeaking shoes, shouts from the football team, talking and mumbles of the students, slamming lockers or the annoying giggling coming from the 'popular' girls. It was the only time of the day you really liked, and pretty much the only time you could actually focus of your work. Scribbling down your finished sketch, taking a moment to admire your work, it wasn't long before some random girl snatched it and took a nice glance at it. "Whose this supposed to be?" she laughed sarcastically, however you knew to all well she couldn't do any better. "It's a drawing.." you replied, wishing you had the ability to

“The world is out to get me, I swear,” you growled to yourself as you flopped down onto Ludwig’s couch. You’d finally gotten the courage to tell Gilbert that you had feelings for him, but everyone and their mother decided that today would be the perfect day to follow you around and interrupt you each time you tried. And the whole world, literally, was on your shoulders. Every other frickin’ country knew you were trying to confess and wanted to know how it was going. But each time one of them came to bother you about it, they ended up causing such a disruption that you couldn’t go through with it. Part of y

“Gil, I’m home!” I called out to my boyfriend after a long day of work. “What happened to ‘mein awesome boyfriend Gil’?” He yelled back. I tried not to laugh and sighed. Full of himself as always. But that’s why I loved the guy. I stood in the hallway before heading into the living room. “So how messy is the living room this time? Have any wild parties with Antonio and Francis?” I was referring to Gilbert’s best friends. Together, they were known as the Bad Touch Trio. For very good reasons. “Very funny frau, but those two didn’t come over today. Yet.” I

Original title is original. Not. Sorry Reader-tan, you need to have long hair for this one! Human names used. Gilbert might seem a little OOC, but I do believe he has a sweet side :) I didn't bother writing the accents, 'cause I suck at that. :P Enjoy! You had no idea how you were such close friends with Gilbert Bielschmidt, easily the most popular, eligible bachelor at your large high school. Most of the time he would hang with a group of the guys from his (whatever sport you want) team, but sometimes he would go out of his way to sit with you and your friends. You had no idea why he did this, but you didn't mind so you just went with it.

 You sat there patiently, trying to mantain the straight face you had to use for the upcoming picture. Yes, finally! Today was the day you actually got your passport! Once it was completed, the hardest part came. Deciding where you wanted to go. It sounded a little dumb to you at first, but you saved up enough money to practically go anywhere, so you were already in a good position. After the woman took your photo, you gladly sat there quietly, restraining your face and smiling so your laugh lines were more visable now. It was the, you heard the swift buzzing of your celluar device, and scanned it without further ado. You had multiple texts f

 Ludwig drove up to the school and stopped the car; he turned around to his little sister (Name), “See you at home okay?” “Alright Luddy, see you at you guys at home.” “Later sis,” Gilbert her other older brother, the eldest one, said from the passenger seat. “Bye Gil.” She exited the car and shut the door. She waved to her brothers and they drove away off the high school, they were in their junior year and (Name) was in the seventh grade, in middle school. She walked up to her school there were many children in front commuting with watch other, people copying each other’s homework,