LittleMissRookie

Photography Iceland x Shyish!Reader Awe. All you could do was stare in awe at the multitude of breathtaking photographies from the website you had just discovered. Every shot seemed perfectly timed, perfectly framed as the lighting made you feel like you were right there, right in the picture. Nature, people, inanimate objects, buildings.... The list of subjects was ongoing, seemingly never-ending. Curious to know who owned such skills, you wandered onto the site's main page. Skimming it, trying hard not to be distracted by the many more shots --many of which you told yourself you'd look at at a more proper time-- but you couldn't find any

342 Thumbs Up Iceland x Youtuber!Reader "Is it really a matter of life or death?" "Yes, yes it is." "[Name]--" "Please, Em!" The teenager sighed. He didn't understand why you couldn't just spend a few days without it. It wasn't like your world depended on it, it's just a camera. ...Okay, he might be basically insulting his interests by actually saying 'it's just a camera'. Secretly, he didn't want to part with what could be his most prized possession, which was super-powered and had a huge pixel count, but it's not like he was about to admit it out loud. "I told you, nei." he huffed, crossing his arms. You scooted over a little closer

 What About Me? Romano x Cheated On!Reader -- It's Lovi, you know the drill! :3 -- You couldn't believe it! All those years, all those moments just wasted! That sentence, in which you used to find so much comfort and belonging now seemed so empty and worthless. 'I love you' Did those three, cursed words you used to lovingly utter just meant nothing to him?! All this time, it was just a game?! Just some way to not be alone?! And you would have thought going out with the same guy for three years would at least lead to something, but no! No, he just had to come by a prettier girl, a bimbo, and he wouldn't even acknowledge your existence any

No Way In Hell, Buddy (Canada x Reader) You tensed up as the car behind you quickly drove away. Let me explain in better details; you tensed up as the cab that brought you to your first boarding school quickly drove away, making a screeching sound that alerted everyone in the building that you had finally arrived. You looked around you, as the school before you rendered you speechless no matter how many times you had seen it as a background in the pictures your twin brother and your long-time best friend sent you. You took a deep breath as you also took your first step towards it, your eyes shifting in every single direction: one glance was

".....And then I was like FIVE METERS OF AWESOMENESS!!" "What did she say, mon ami?" "She screamed and ran away..." You couldn't help but smile as you eavesdropped on two of your classmates's lie of a  conversation, as you "read" your book. Why a lie? Your happen to know that the loud-mouthed albino was with your best friend yesterday evening, cooking pancakes and waffles. You were smiling, but not only because of that little lie, but also because that last guy was actually right next to you, well, he was sitting on his desk, really. You forced yourself to turn your attention back to your story, but the thought of the gorgeous albino next

You stared down at the bubbling pot before you, a large smile spreading across your face. The pleasant smell of cooking food spread throughout your kitchen, thrilling your nostrils with each breath. This is going to be good. You grabbed a wooden spoon and began to stir the thick liquid. Your stomach was already growing impatient, and its loud grumbling was getting on your nerves. Maybe a quick sip of this soup couldn’t hurt? You lifted the spoon and neared it towards your lips, watching the steam that twirled from it. “Mm!” you hummed as the thick, hot soup travelled down your throat. You placed the spoon back into the bub

Games 'n' Guys - Prussia "What did you just say to me?" you asked through clenched teeth. The albino man that stood at the door way didn't even flinch. In fact, a smug smirk spread across his face as he lent back in his chair. "You heard me , schatz. There's no way a GIRL can beat a guy in gaming. It's never been done." You clenched your fists as you glared at Prussia. The prick just had to be sexist about this situation didn't he? All you wanted to do was play the stupid game with him. You asked nicely too. Going as far as to put a smile on your face , but of course he was not satisfied. You huffed. How the hell did you have a crush on t

(( PLEASE COMMENT! I LOVE COMMENTS!)) Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk I didn't mean to call you that I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me "What's up sexy frau?" The albino man said hooking his arm around his girlfriends shoulder. " Hello Gil." (Name) said with a sigh. He was clearly drunk...again. How many times did that make it just this month 9? 14? It was really hard to keep count. Just about every night he came home drunk. " Mmmmm you know you have nice bre-"  "Bad, you know you are not suppose to get all feely when you are drunk."  The Prussian's red orbs narrowed and he pulled her in closer, p

You looked through the crowd, searching for the jersey labeled 'Williams'. You just finished the basketball game, and a friend of yours happened to be dragging you off somewhere. You spotted Matthew and called out his name. He turned his head towards you with a nervous expression, but soon was relieved upon seeing it was just you. He was standing beside a girl from a higher year, who was trying to clamp something around his wrist. She noticed you and asked your friend. "That her?" She asked. Your friend nodded. "Wait a second...did you just sign us up for the-" *CLACK* You were cut short as cool metal was clamped around your wrist. You loo

You and Matthew were slightly awkward the day after the field trip. Luckily, the two of you decided to laugh it off instead. It was one small incident, right? Nothing more, nothing less. And that’s how you and Matthew were caught between a so-called “Awesomeness” competition, between the ego-tasting Gilbert, and the “Hero”, Alfred. Gilbert shook his arms wildly, yelling at the American, "No one is awesomer zhan zhe awesome me!!" Alfred laughed loudly, and stood up on his chair, "Duh!! The hero is the awesomest!! AND I'M THE HEROOO!!" You sighed, taking another bite of your sandwich. These arguments were not u