SageXEyelessJack

"Please, (y/n)!!! I promise it'll be fun!" "My answer is the same as the last twenty times you asked me." Turning around, you fixed the begging blonde following you with a deadpan expression. "No, I have to study." "(Y/N)!!!" Flopping on the floor, Kaminari whined your name, reaching out and grabbing your ankles. "PLEASE!!!" "No!" You continued walking, dragging the electric boy across the floor for a few paces before he finally let go, face pressed flat against the dirty surface. With a backward glance, you sighed and left him behind, returning your attention to the book in your hands. It was a few minutes before anyone noticed Kaminari

Entry for !EvilAngel3 (https://www.deviantart.com/evilangel3)'s Contest------------------------------------ "Please!" "(Name), stop it! I said no, and I won't budge from my Opinion!" "Sadiq! Why? I haven't seen any of them in ages, centuries, Hell, I don't even know if they are still alive!" "Of course they are alive, or have you heard of their country falling?" "SADIQ! This is not a joking matter! And besides, I don't hear anything, nothing at all! You keep me so isolated, the world could have been conquered by Aliens and I wouldn't have noticed it!" As he sighs and runs a hand through his already ruffled, brown hair, she crosses her arms and glares at him with watery,

Okay guys here's a new idea I have. This series of mine would take intense research and a lot of dedication from me in order to give an accurate description of events. I have an intro prepared below, if I get enough comment and/or favorites, then I know it's something you may be interested in. Otherwise, I'll probably just scrap it and find something else. I hope you enjoy! You meander past the giant stones pillars and up to the giant double doors. The bright lights inside greet you as you push the colossal egress open. The museum is all too familiar yet, always holds a new fact for you. This.. is your peaceful place. Among all the history o

July 10 1707 Naples, Southern Italy You chose the button "1707" and closed your eyes as you felt your body dissipating and reappear elsewhere. You opened your eyes and glanced around. You had arrived in a busy street market and apparently, it was rush hour. People were hurrying around and it took every reflex in your body just to dodge them in time. You finally broke through and began wandering around, admiring the architecture of the old city. You became so enamored by its beauty that you didn't watch where you were going. All of a sudden, you clashed with someone else resulting in your shirt being covered in something red. You glanced down

"Ow ow ow!" You cried, landing on the cold marbled tiles that floored the lavish room you had found yourself in. 'Oh hell that hurt!' You shouted in your head, grasping your ankle and trying to soothe it from the rough landing. 'Wait...landing?' You looked up, expecting to see the brightly lit tunnel you had been falling through just moments before. Less than a minute ago, all you wanted was to read that Italy insert in your room. "Italia." You said softly, looking around the room. "Si, that would be-a me bella." A perky voice said beside you. You let out a soft squeak and jumped, wincing at the pain in your leg before glancing up at the man

You were not always caught up in nonsense like you were now, it just kind of seemed to find you ever since you ended up in this riff raff part of town. You would think a “Little Italy” type of community would be a nice, classy area full of good food and culture, but instead it was full of gang activity and violence. Sadly enough, you had already gotten your sorry self there with the last of the funds you had saved up before you realized how much trouble you had gotten yourself into. It was worse when you made your first enemy. You did not mean to make an enemy, you just did not like it when people messed with you, and as a waitre

"Hey, Italy!" you called to the bubbly Italian. He turned at the mention of his name. "Vee? Oh! Ciao (y/n)~!" he waved as you walked to him. Standing right in front of your friend, you stared at him directly in the eye. "Kiss me." you stated. His eyes opened in shock and he blushed. You did as well, for you had developed a major crush on him, but kept your expression straight and held his surprised gaze. "W-what?" "Kiss me. On the mouth." Italy glanced down at your lips and a million thoughts ran through his head. They were glossy, shiny, and pink, and very attractive - to him at least. He then gazed at your face as a whole and began to

His kisses were long, fiery, passionate. With just the first touch he could set your heartrate to an unhealthy level, seconds in taking your breath so thoroughly your vision would go hazy. His hands would hold you in place, fingers lightly tracing circles into whichever surface he had settled on for the occasion. He wouldn't let them wander, instead focusing all of his efforts into deepening the exploration with his tongue, his lips leaving poems and dark secrets in the skin as he moved his mouth over any revealed skin he could find. He would give them often unexpectedly, in often the most improper moments. Wandering down a sidestreet in Rom

 “Mia Ragazza Idiota” It all started when your teacher said that the two of you were married. All right, well, it wasn’t a direct assertion, but to support his example for this class, he had given the scenario that you and Lovino Vargas were a married couple looking for a new home. The thing about that was that you had never spoken to Lovino Vargas in your life, had only seen him maybe once or twice on your way to a different class. He sat across the room from you in this shared math class, and you both stayed pretty close to your small circle of friends—you with Circe and Miriam, and him with his brother and his brot