JammyJellyfish

Romania x Reader: Indulge You sighed in bliss as the creamy texture of the spoonful of cake entered your mouth, overwhelming your sense of taste with its smooth, naturally bittersweet taste. You were sincerely thankful for the gift from your best friend, which was honestly a rather great baker when it comes to his native recipes, especially with cakes. “You like it?”, you heard the deep, velvety voice of your friend, Vladimir(but you often called him ‘Vlad’ if you were lazy), used as he asked you with a sly smirk on his lips. You looked up with the spoon still in your mouth as you relished its taste and nodded, the e

(The title isn't what it seems) "Hey, remember the flowers I gave you before?" asked Lukas, a small smile gracing his features. You smiled and giggled in response. "Yes, of course! Why?" You cocked your head in curiousity as Lukas glances behind him. "Luke? What's behind you?" Lukas chuckled and brought out a flower. It was a pear blossom. Lukas held it out to you, and you reach for it. You then held it daintily, a rush of nostalgia going through you. "I remember this one!" You say excitedly, your (e/c) eyes gleamed. "Do you remember what it means?" You think about the flower meanings that Lukas had taught you, and you remembered

Whisper of a Dreamer -insert awesome line break here- \ (Name and last name) was a dreamer. That, she was sure of. (Name and last name) was also a victim. How? Well, in this time, singing and dancing is a major point in high school. Well, more of singing. If you don't sing, you're not in the popular crowd. She was one of the few people (more like the only person) who don’t sing. Thus resulting to endless amounts of bullying. What they didn't know is the true story behind her strange ways. (Name) was a strange yet musical girl back at her childhood. She would sing from the moment she woke and to the moment she would fall asleep. Music

“I look at you and what I see is how much I hate you when you breathe.” Your lungs felt like they were about to burst. Your head was swelling, your heart throbbing, your breaths were coming out ragged and harsh. Despite the exhaustion and immense pain in your knee, you continued on running. The chilly October air caused your breath to come out in visible puffs, freezing the inside of your mouth each time you inhaled sharply. Your legs felt sore from sprinting for so long, but you ignored the pain. It was difficult to navigate through the thick woods—and the fact that it was dark and cold outside didn’t make things

The air was heavy and thick with the late afternoon heat as you made your way back home from your interview, your steps tired and a bit staggered due to the long day of nerves and anxiety. Even though you were more than prepared, it was definitely a nerve-wracking experience. I could really use a drink… You continued walking down the familiar street, looking in each shop’s window out of habit to see if anything new caught your eye. You always enjoyed giving these small shops some business since the owners were all so kind. When you had first moved into the neighborhood they were all quick to welcome you warmly. You smiled and

The pleasant chime of the bell that reached your ears signified a customer entering the café, and guarding your eyes against the bright sunshine of the morning that managed to infiltrate the quaint little shop, you were graced with the sight of Lukas' familiar, stoic face. “Let me guess,” you mused as he approached the counter, “A black coffee with a dash of sugar and cream along with a slice of lemon bread?” “Hm.” As usual, Lukas only made a small hum that could only mean yes before turning around, making his way towards his usual seat in the corner of the café. Biting back a smile, you tu

“Why do you never touch my hair?” The question came out of the blue as you looked up from your book to see Lukas on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed as he unconsciously pursed his lips at you. “What do you mean?” you asked, your confusion evident in both your voice and arched eyebrows. “My hair.” He lifted a finger to point at his hair before holding a lock of it between his fingers. “It’s just…” Lukas muttered slowly, “You never seem to play with it, nor touch it for that matter.” “But don’t you dislike it when people touch your hair?” Returni

It was almost midnight and it was dark in the Nordic house. The 6 attendants had gone to bed several hours ago and were fast asleep...all except for one. (c/n) was sitting cross legged in the middle of her bed, covers draped over her head. Every little noise the old house made, sent new shivers down her spine and made her whimper ever so slightly. “This is pathetic.. it was just a movie” she mumbled to herself as she very slowly poked her head out from the covers that served as her invisibility cloak. Her (e/c) eyes scanned the dark room, searching for anything unusual. Previously that same evening, she and the Nordics had been s