Spin the Bottle (Finland x Reader)“Let’s play spin the bottle!”Spin the Bottle (Finland x Reader) by moonbladethebook
The first thing you thought was: ‘oh God no’ they would all agree and the world would end before your very eyes.
France and England first, then Russia, and lastly Japan.
But to your surprise Francis’ suggestion was met with dissonance
“No! Not on Christmas” “Yeah let’s just open presents now”
You sighed with relief and relaxed next to your boyfriend of three years, Tino.
“But whose presents should we open first?” Alfred piped up staring at a huge package with his name on it.
“How about, we set the presents up in a circle and spin a bottle in the middle?” Francis suggested.
Ok you had to admit, that was pretty brilliant. Everyone agreed and got up to set up the circle.
When finished you flopped down in the middle of the largest couches, to your surprise both Alfred and Francis dived to occupy the spaces taking up either side of you.
Tino placed the last present and tur
Spin the Bottle (Denmark x reader)“Ugh” You sighed wearily climbing up the creaky wooden stairs of Austria’s house. You could hear Mathias’s shouts and orders from far above, as well as the pounding of everyone else’s feet as they ran around the rooms searching for Emil.Spin the Bottle (Denmark x reader) by moonbladethebook
So close… yet so far. You reflected on the events that had occurred a mere few seconds ago…
You frowned, staring at the bottle. Kneeling down you gently took it in your grasp and spun it. Mathias glanced around “hey where’s Emil?” he shouted just as the bottle slowed to point at him.
“He’s not getting out of this one! Come on guys lets go get him” the circle dissolved as you spluttered and protested.
Your last chance had slipped out of your hands. “What a troll” you muttered reaching the top of the five story mansion to be confronted with an old door.
The white paint was chipped and peeling, the doorknob was coated with a thick layer of grime. You stopped and he
Tell me again how you're pressured by society.You squeeze us intoTell me again how you're pressured by society. by Original-Blue
and tell us how to act.
You say we should
love the bodies we have,
then say they disgust you.
You tell us to cover up
but still be sexy,
be chaste but attractive,
and above all else
treasure men’s love
And then you tell us
after this constant
(every day, every second, of our lives)
on our well-being
on our happiness
on our sense of worth
that we are still
Then wonder why we scream at you,
wonder why we rage,
when in actuality it’s not just a passing comment
without malice or harmful intent
it’s a lifetime
it’s our world
and our flames
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic bDon't Fall In Love With A Writer by Milk-and-Pie
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