mrspuffin

Bright, alert {E/C} eyes were staring directly into the laptop screen. The {H/C}-haired female tried to hold back her laughter, as she was watching two of her goofy friends of Nordic origin, Lukas and Mathias, do the Ice Bucket Challenge. She watched how Lukas dumped a bucket of ice-cold water onto Mathias, as she couldn't contain herself, the young female began to laugh loudly, soon, Mathias began speaking in the video, as (Name) stopped laughing, and glued her {E/C} on the screen again. "We nominate Emil Steilsson to do the Ice Bucket Challenge!" The young female recognised that name in a million, as her mind fell into deep thoughts. Ah,

It was _____________’s first year of college. College wasn’t such a frightening place. She didn’t mind the dorm life, until became evasive and outright frustrating. She still didn’t mind because her room was isolated from everyone else’s. She didn’t make many friend her first month and decided to keep to herself. However that all changed when the second month when she had to pair with a group for a project. Everyone literately dumped everything on her and went about their business, except for one person. He was a Belarusian boy named Nikolai. For a month, they’ve worked on the project together. They w

Beach Craziness TF2 X Reader Mild cursing, cause I hate it when it's layered everywhere! “Umm…..Sol, what are you doing?”    My eyes could not go any wider, watching as Soldier ran yelling as he gave chase to a seagull squealing loudly. The poor rat with wings was barley able to escape the man’s brutality, flying as fast as he could as Sol ran a few more paces before watching in scorn as it escaped. He then proceeded to pull out his gun and pop a bullet at it, missing by inches. “Soldier, you can’t shoot on public beaches!” Medic exclaimed, trying to pry the weapon out of the buffer man’s

As you woke up, you groaned and rubbed your eyes before opening it. You opened them slowly. Once they were both opened, you groaned and brought yourself to sit, though something was hindering you. You looked down and found a hand. You turned your head to see the owner of that hand, who was still sleeping soundly. There beside you were sleeping Lovino. You had lived with him since two years ago; a year after you started dated him. Living with him was nice and even though he was grumpy every day, sometimes you could spot his cuteness too. His sleeping face was so peaceful and natural. You wished that he would maintain this face forever but it

It was a well-known fact that you loved Emil Steillson very much. His quietness, his hot-temper yet cool personality, and his vulgar pet puffin were all things that you readily accepted, but there was one thing about him that really bothered you- his love of black liquorice. His affinity for the gross, in your opinion, dark treats was endless, he almost always had a packet in his pockets or bag to eat at some point during the day. Many times he had attempted to give you a few bites of the piece he was chewing, but alas, it was to no avail. The salty, almost tongue-numbing Nordic "candy" that he usually ate definitely needed an acquired tast

  ”Come on Lukas! Get into it already! I can’t wait anymore!” you rushed the Norwegian man. You held back a laugh; He did look pretty ridiculous in the costume you picked out for him.   “I look ridiculous.” He argued. Well it isn’t every day you see the uptight Norwegian man dressed up in a costume of a giant rabbit. “I’m sure you will do greatly with the kids at the orphanage!” You flashed a smile. ‘Provided that they don’t mistake you for a pedophile.’ You mumbled jokingly. You and lukas had agreed to volunteer together to visit a local orphanage that had just opened.

Love was never in the cards that life had handed to you. Being the youngest daughter in a large and politically powerful family meant top-notch security and homeschooling. The only boys you’d ever met were sent by their own fathers to woo you and convince your father into letting them have your hand in marriage. You saw through most of these shams, and soon enough, your father had you walk around with your own personal bodyguard, even inside your home. Once you had finally asked if you’d ever have a boyfriend at dinner one day, your father replied simply. “A boyfriend isn’t necessary if you already have a fiancé