To Be With You (Reader Loves Thailand)He is a capricious man, a capricious but loving man with a vivacious smile and gracious manners beneath that shrewd tact and bland military-issued white jacket with matching white dull slacks that he deems stylish.To Be With You (Reader Loves Thailand) by ~MasamiHayato
Only when it rains do I witness those pearly whites shining through the darkest of skies and feel those wiry arms coiled around me like a barrier; shielding me from the wrath of the storm and furious roars of thunder. Only in my reveries do I feel the velvety of your tawny skin in my fingertips as I trace your high cheekbones down to the square plains of your taut stomach, your cool steady breathing in my neck drawing me in as I l
Quiet Confidence (Masami Loves....)WARNING: Contains mild cursingQuiet Confidence (Masami Loves....) by ~MasamiHayato
"FUCK YEAH! the sun is out dudes!"
Alfred Jones, one of the seasoned journeymen in our crew pumped his fists up in the air and shouted on top of his lungs while the rest of us put the shovels, wheelbarrow, circular saws, impact guns, table saw and other tools back inside the storage before locking it for tonight. After toiling in the rain under depressing skies the sun's late but warm greeting is a welcome respite, a perfect ending to an otherwise gloomy but productive day.
After storing my tool bag away and making sure that the Conex is properly locked, I gazed up to the blinding sunny skies wit
In Lieu Of...Peace(Male!Reader Loves Male!Ukraine)WARNING: Gore, Death, Flash backsIn Lieu Of...Peace(Male!Reader Loves Male!Ukraine) by ~MasamiHayato
You blinked for the umpteenth time in daze, ears still ringing from a recent deafening explosion. After the smoke has cleared up, you tried rolling on your side only to let out an agonizing yelp as the unbearable pain shoots throughout your mangled body. It happened all too sudden; rebels appeared out of shadows effectively ambushing your fireteam as you and the rest patrols an area believed to be rid of any threats.
"[name]!" One of your comrades; Dmitri Braginski limped to your side, horrified at the sight of the gaping hole in your stomach. Muttering a string of curses in Ukrainian he rummaged through hi
In Lieu Of... Fear (Reader Loves Fem!Russia)"Two more miles " You mumbled, swallowing the growing anxiety at the back of your throat. Each step making your heart jump.In Lieu Of... Fear (Reader Loves Fem!Russia) by ~MasamiHayato
"Won't she find it weird?" Mathilda's words echoed inside your head as you glance at the cheerful humming woman beside you, seemingly lost in her own world. You slowed your pace, contemplating whether if it's not too late to turn back and apologize to Anya for keeping her hopes up.
"What if she ends up hating me?"
"[Name] [name] " A sweet but demanding feminine voice broke through [name's] line of thoughts
"Hurry up, da?" The beautiful Russian huffed out as she quickens her long strides; ignoring h
Hetalian Contest Time!! 1/5/13: CONTEST HAS STARTED!Hetalian Contest Time!! by *TheRollingScones
Yeah, I know...who just wakes up one day and says "I'm gonna hold a contest"? THIS GENT.
So, if you couldn't guess, this contest is for HETALIA! :iconyeyplz:
The contest will begin 1st May, 2013. Entries will not be accepted before 00:00 (12:00 AM) BST.
The contest will end 31st May, 2013. Entries will not be accepted after 21:59 (11:59 PM) BST.
The deadline will not be extended for a sole person; however, if multiple people request such, it will be extended by two days (until 3rd June). It will not be extended any longer and the contest will be officially over. I will announce if such a thing happens.
The theme is ANYTHING and EVERYTHING Hetalia related. Crossovers are allowed (as long as the plot doesn't stray too far from Hetalia)!
Any type/style of art is allowed: drawings, pai
AmericaXReader: Oppan Gangnam Style!!AmericaXReader: Oppan Gangnam Style!! by *TheRollingScones
"Alfred, what the hell are you doing?!"
"Well, stop. I'm trying to do my homework!"
"Nah, you like it~" America hops on his toes, swinging his arms like a cowboy swinging a lasso.
"No, I'm trying to focus. Why don't you go dance with Korea or something?" You hiss. Sadly, you take your anger out on your poor pencil, snapping it in half. Still, the American continues to hop on his toes and laughs obnoxiously.
"Dance with me, (Name)!"
"No. I'm working." You reach up to grab a pen from the cup on the top shelf. He dances around you.
"Please? C'mon, do it GANGNAM STYLE!"
Then he goes much more furiously, switching feet b