Random strings were being pulled, creating a weird, yet beautiful sound. You ever heard of twenty one pilots? Tyler’s ukulele background in We Don’t Believe What’s on TV equaled to Denmark’s attempt in music. He didn’t even know how he managed to 1) get an ukulele, 2) play without breaking a string, 3) actually get a beautiful, non breaking glass sound, 4) take his shirt off, in the middle of the night… as we take a notice that it was cold as balls. He read somewhere in the internet, that shirtless boys that play ukuleles are a big turn on. Not that he is desperately searching for a lover, he has one, and i
The sun’s light made a contact with your face, but your eyes did not open. You enjoyed the warm embrace of your boyfriend on this cold, yet sunny morning in Canada. Your nose was freezing so you tucked yourself deeper in the blankets thus you were warmer and safer from the coldness. The silent snoring next to you predicted that you have only like less than 10 minutes to make breakfast. Don’t ask how you knew that, it’s just that every time you went to make breakfast and surprise Matthew in bed, he would sneak out of the sleep-giver and snatch some more orange juice from the table. When you asked why he does that, he answered
i love you.
He rarely said these words. But when he did, oh when he did. It would be at night, half asleep, half awake.
or in the park
or when alone at the bleachers
in the morning after his daily jog.
He would burry his head in your hair, lips together, hands in yours. Close his eyes for a moment before saying it
‘i love you.’
Some days after a shared shower he would appear behind you in front of the mirror, wrap his arms around your waist and his messy, wet black hair would tickle your neck when he leans down and presses a kiss on your neck. Next come the words
‘i love you.’
At night you would be in his arms, h
best [yamaguchi tadashi x reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
best [yamaguchi tadashi x reader]
Yamaguchi's nose was red from the coldness outside but he wanted to give you the little anniversarry present on time. He was waiting outside your house a hat was covering his head and gloves were making sure that his hands were warm.
But most importantly there was a little white furry bunny that was snuggling in the inside of his hand. Yamaguchi’s hands were brought to his chest so that the bunny was fully warm. Funny how he cared about the little animal more than himself.
A cold breeze ruffled the little amount of hair that was left unhidden from the hat. A little ‘Tadashi!’ was heard and he was suddenly brought some step
[Playfull!Hungary x Male!Reader x Wife! Belarus]
This woman came really fast in your life. Cousin of your wife they said. She came to your wedding with long backless dress that covered her chest but was hanging onto the shoulders by thin straps. And mostly important the dress was black, who the hell goes on a wedding with black dress?
She giggled when the priest asked if there is someone against the wedding and got drunk at the after party. When you asked your wife about her she answered that she has never invited her. But it was a family/friends little wedding so you let her stay.
She also ruined your first wedding night. Her drunken stat
do it sweetly [marco x reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
do it sweetly [marco x reader]
//From if Marco survived Trost, joined the Corps and is going on an expedition.
Do it sweetly, do it sweetly. Don't listen what Jean says, Marco. Be sweet and gentle.
These words bothered the male as he walked through the horses that were waiting in front of the gate. He’ll get into trouble for leaving his horse to wait for him. But he needed to take these words out, maybe there won’t be more chances anymore after the expedition.
His cape was blown by the wind as he searched for a stand-out horse. He didn’t have a lot of time; he had to find you really fast.
And there sitting on your horse, your hat covering your face, h
a musicians problems | austria by Victenstein, literature
Literature
a musicians problems | austria
How can someone forget his violin here, in all places? Was the important question right now. You were waiting at the bus stop for a long travel from Vienna to Berlin when you noticed a strangely shaped leather box. You thought that someone will come back and take it but after 20 minutes you opened it just to find out that there was a violin in it.
There was also a note on the inside that read:
If found please call xx-xx-x-x-xx
For Roderich Edelstein
Vienna, Austria
Truth be told, you didn’t want to go to Berlin. You stood from the bench and while walking away you dialed the number. Soon a response came
“Ja?”
“Uhm
cute-stuff [rin okumura x reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
cute-stuff [rin okumura x reader]
Dates in unusual places were nothing special. Since you started dating Rin Okumura you knew that he’d do anything for a date, even if it is in a classroom, he’d die to make you happy.
So you weren’t surprised when he said too meet him on the roof of an abandoned building. The wind was kinda freezing and the fact that Rin was late made you worry. Yes, he is usually late but you’ve been here for like hour and half.
God you were going to kill him, if he isn’t dead already.
You waited thirty minutes more until you decided to go home. It was already dark and the only light in the roof was from the down street light
hopeless [estonia x reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
hopeless [estonia x reader]
College was humorous.
Or so were your college years.
When you got in you started imagining how you are going to make friends, go to parties and finish essays in the last minuets. But you didn’t made friends neither did you go to parties. And you finished everything week sooner.
But there was this one boy who you’ve seen in the college and in the café you are working. He would come in the late afternoon and offer the same hot tea. He was usually doing something on his computer or writing something on a pile of white papers.
He looked your age, blonde bangs falling on his forehead, blue-green eyes spotted behind a pair of g
but i am too shy [tsukishima kei x shy!reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
but i am too shy [tsukishima kei x shy!reader]
There was a disc wrapped in paper in Kei’s locker.
As he rolled it out of the paper he noticed that the surface of the disc was drawn with stars, flowers and other thing. On it, it was written:
“I really, really like you but I am too shy.
So here we go…”
Someone was confessing thru a disc filled with God-knows-what. Awesome. But he already had his attention to someone, there is no way he would fall for someone. But again he never says ‘no’ when someone offers him discs, it may be filled with songs.
For his shameless pleasure, the disc was filled with songs.
He was sitting in his bed, headphones on as
Random strings were being pulled, creating a weird, yet beautiful sound. You ever heard of twenty one pilots? Tyler’s ukulele background in We Don’t Believe What’s on TV equaled to Denmark’s attempt in music. He didn’t even know how he managed to 1) get an ukulele, 2) play without breaking a string, 3) actually get a beautiful, non breaking glass sound, 4) take his shirt off, in the middle of the night… as we take a notice that it was cold as balls. He read somewhere in the internet, that shirtless boys that play ukuleles are a big turn on. Not that he is desperately searching for a lover, he has one, and i
The sun’s light made a contact with your face, but your eyes did not open. You enjoyed the warm embrace of your boyfriend on this cold, yet sunny morning in Canada. Your nose was freezing so you tucked yourself deeper in the blankets thus you were warmer and safer from the coldness. The silent snoring next to you predicted that you have only like less than 10 minutes to make breakfast. Don’t ask how you knew that, it’s just that every time you went to make breakfast and surprise Matthew in bed, he would sneak out of the sleep-giver and snatch some more orange juice from the table. When you asked why he does that, he answered
i love you.
He rarely said these words. But when he did, oh when he did. It would be at night, half asleep, half awake.
or in the park
or when alone at the bleachers
in the morning after his daily jog.
He would burry his head in your hair, lips together, hands in yours. Close his eyes for a moment before saying it
‘i love you.’
Some days after a shared shower he would appear behind you in front of the mirror, wrap his arms around your waist and his messy, wet black hair would tickle your neck when he leans down and presses a kiss on your neck. Next come the words
‘i love you.’
At night you would be in his arms, h
best [yamaguchi tadashi x reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
best [yamaguchi tadashi x reader]
Yamaguchi's nose was red from the coldness outside but he wanted to give you the little anniversarry present on time. He was waiting outside your house a hat was covering his head and gloves were making sure that his hands were warm.
But most importantly there was a little white furry bunny that was snuggling in the inside of his hand. Yamaguchi’s hands were brought to his chest so that the bunny was fully warm. Funny how he cared about the little animal more than himself.
A cold breeze ruffled the little amount of hair that was left unhidden from the hat. A little ‘Tadashi!’ was heard and he was suddenly brought some step
[Playfull!Hungary x Male!Reader x Wife! Belarus]
This woman came really fast in your life. Cousin of your wife they said. She came to your wedding with long backless dress that covered her chest but was hanging onto the shoulders by thin straps. And mostly important the dress was black, who the hell goes on a wedding with black dress?
She giggled when the priest asked if there is someone against the wedding and got drunk at the after party. When you asked your wife about her she answered that she has never invited her. But it was a family/friends little wedding so you let her stay.
She also ruined your first wedding night. Her drunken stat
do it sweetly [marco x reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
do it sweetly [marco x reader]
//From if Marco survived Trost, joined the Corps and is going on an expedition.
Do it sweetly, do it sweetly. Don't listen what Jean says, Marco. Be sweet and gentle.
These words bothered the male as he walked through the horses that were waiting in front of the gate. He’ll get into trouble for leaving his horse to wait for him. But he needed to take these words out, maybe there won’t be more chances anymore after the expedition.
His cape was blown by the wind as he searched for a stand-out horse. He didn’t have a lot of time; he had to find you really fast.
And there sitting on your horse, your hat covering your face, h
a musicians problems | austria by Victenstein, literature
Literature
a musicians problems | austria
How can someone forget his violin here, in all places? Was the important question right now. You were waiting at the bus stop for a long travel from Vienna to Berlin when you noticed a strangely shaped leather box. You thought that someone will come back and take it but after 20 minutes you opened it just to find out that there was a violin in it.
There was also a note on the inside that read:
If found please call xx-xx-x-x-xx
For Roderich Edelstein
Vienna, Austria
Truth be told, you didn’t want to go to Berlin. You stood from the bench and while walking away you dialed the number. Soon a response came
“Ja?”
“Uhm
cute-stuff [rin okumura x reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
cute-stuff [rin okumura x reader]
Dates in unusual places were nothing special. Since you started dating Rin Okumura you knew that he’d do anything for a date, even if it is in a classroom, he’d die to make you happy.
So you weren’t surprised when he said too meet him on the roof of an abandoned building. The wind was kinda freezing and the fact that Rin was late made you worry. Yes, he is usually late but you’ve been here for like hour and half.
God you were going to kill him, if he isn’t dead already.
You waited thirty minutes more until you decided to go home. It was already dark and the only light in the roof was from the down street light
hopeless [estonia x reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
hopeless [estonia x reader]
College was humorous.
Or so were your college years.
When you got in you started imagining how you are going to make friends, go to parties and finish essays in the last minuets. But you didn’t made friends neither did you go to parties. And you finished everything week sooner.
But there was this one boy who you’ve seen in the college and in the café you are working. He would come in the late afternoon and offer the same hot tea. He was usually doing something on his computer or writing something on a pile of white papers.
He looked your age, blonde bangs falling on his forehead, blue-green eyes spotted behind a pair of g
but i am too shy [tsukishima kei x shy!reader] by Victenstein, literature
Literature
but i am too shy [tsukishima kei x shy!reader]
There was a disc wrapped in paper in Kei’s locker.
As he rolled it out of the paper he noticed that the surface of the disc was drawn with stars, flowers and other thing. On it, it was written:
“I really, really like you but I am too shy.
So here we go…”
Someone was confessing thru a disc filled with God-knows-what. Awesome. But he already had his attention to someone, there is no way he would fall for someone. But again he never says ‘no’ when someone offers him discs, it may be filled with songs.
For his shameless pleasure, the disc was filled with songs.
He was sitting in his bed, headphones on as
hey, to all 107 people overwatching me. i suddenly remembered about this account and how much i actually enjoyed writing fanfictions and posting them here as well as receiving the feedback from you. i understand that i am not the same person as i were before, my writing style has changed, i have become a better version of me, however i would be glad to actually start posting short stories here again. one problem that i have however is the lack of character and au inspiration because i havent really watched anime in a long time and i am not as interested in these stuff as i were before. now i rather write poems, that i would gladly publish her