Young forever Sealand X Reader
Sealand walked up to you with a box in his hands and set it before you. "I got a little something for us!" He said, looking at you with beaming eyes. "I really want to play it with you, ___!" He smiled cheerfully and tugged at your shirt.
"What is it, Sealand?" He pulled you toward him and took you to the gaming room.
"I got all these game systems and games from America, and I really wanted to play with you! I thought I could show you how good I actually am! I think I might even be better than Japan!" He hurriedly set up the systems and looked at you eagerly. "I can't wait!"
Sealand seemed to have liked you for a long time now, you were a small and unknown girl, which made you both get along very well. "Well how about soul caliber then!? My favorite is Cervantes!" He grabbed the controller and tossed you the other one, switching on the power.
"Just wait! You'll see how good I am. " The game began. Sealand was so fast at his fingers that you couldn't even recover from his attacks. Time
EnglandxReader: Train Rides Before the Deathbed C6Your bare feet pad along the surface of the bustling, pewter-coloured road as you find yourself on a typically busy section of London, on a similarly typically busy street, just outside of the grand hotel that you managed to descend down from using the fire exit stairs. Because of the fact that most people walking around at this point of day had something to do, hardly anyone had paid attention to your hasty descent from the scenario with Arthur and the other German gentleman back up in the hotel room, nor had anyone seemingly noticed your significant lack of footwear.
This, too, was a curious thing.
You began to try and follow the Brit’s instructions of getting down to an underground station, and you notice that the tarmac of the paved street feels odd. It doesn’t seem to be scratching you at all, which goes against all of your previous experiences with naked flesh on this kind of surface. Not only that, but as you walk on the street in the very heart of London, you feel a
GermanyXReader Tutoring the Unteachable: Part 2SATURDAY:
Well, your morning surprisingly started out well! None of the younger kids woke you up in the middle of the night for reasons like they wanted water or they had to go to the restroom like they normally do.
Because they cleaned the house yesterday, you though you should cook breakfast. You decide to make eggs, toast, pancakes and sausages. As you set the table, you phone rang.
‘That’s weird, it’s Alfred. Wait, how does he have my number? I never gave it to him!’ You though to yourself as you picked up the phone.
“Good Morning, ___! I just needed to tell you that the schedule for today has changed a little. We are having the first, and then we can study! Sound good to you?”
“Um, yeah sounds good to me. Just one thing, how did you get my number?”
“I have my ways, well bye!” He replied as he hung up, leaving you to wonder how he got it!
‘Did I give it to him? Did someone else give it to him? Did he