demonhats

Matthew was so sweet. You really loved the poor fellow to death, but he was way too oblivious. Lost in a realm of books and fiction, he was unreachable to you on that level. And you were too shy to drag him back out. But you were still trying. Kind of. You accompanied him to the library after school. You pretty much jumped at any opportunity to hang out with him, and hoped it didn’t bother him. So there you were, rubbing your bare arms to use friction to warm yourself. Matthew observed this, “Are you cold, _____?” “I’m fine, Mattie.” you said with a smile, knowing he was the type to worry. Still, he to

You were walking into first grade, terrified. Kindergarten was all fun and games, mostly, but this was serious. You were in a multiage class with some older kids this year. What if you couldn’t make any friends? You decided to talk immediately to the first person that caught your eye, to at least forge a half ways decent friendship by lunchtime. There was a kid with a small yellow bird you thought was cute, and you almost went over to him to see it, but he turned around and you saw his red irises. Immediately you thought Vampire! and scurried off somewhere else. There was a boy with a small sheet tied around his neck yelling about being

England x Reader: Operation: Secret Admirer It's been at least 2 months since he started to receive those letters, flowers and chocolates. It made him blush the fact that someone was thinking daily about him and that whoever this person was, knew him pretty well (they sent him his favourite flowers, poems of his favourite writers and his favourite kind of chocolate!) . Sometimes he even felt like a woman with a secret admirer but soon, he would shake his head thinking that it was a ridiculous idea. The woman thing, of course, because he perfectly knew that he had a secret admirer. The problem was that he didn't have a single clue of who that

Arthur sat across from you sipping his tea.  Your boyfriend never ceased to amaze you with how sophisticated he acted.   “Hey Arthur?” You asked “Yes (f/n)?” He answered “What are you doing?” “What does it look like?” You sighed and he went back to being silent.  You were bored...  Whenever you hung out, it always started out stiff.  Even when you had started dating, it took a while to break the ice.  You wished it could just be normal, fluffy, and adorable.  Like how you had imagined it.   You remembered back to when you had confessed....  He looked so confused and hug-able!  He had blushed lik

XXXXX "___!" You look up to see the slightly plumped Miss Madgey waving at you. She wore a dirndl; her bodice was black along with a white blouse. The blouse was puffy on her shoulders, while her bodice was somewhat tight. The dirndl was down to her ankles and was green (or the apron part was green). She wore a striped, yellow bonnet. She waves her handkerchief to you, "how do you do~?" You smile, "I'm doing fine, Miss Madgey." Looking down at the eggs in your basket, you say, "my mother told me to sell these at your market. I have a dozen eggs to sell from my chickens." She smiles, "how is your mother doing? I haven't seen her in quite a w

You groaned in frustration as writer's block took over once again. It was such a good idea in your head! But now that you reread your masterpiece, it sounded like junk. You sighed as you deleted the entire piece of work and run your fingers through you (h/l)(h/c) hair. You glance at the clock sitting on your nightstand. It was 5:30 already?! You had to be at school in less than two hours! You groan again, shut down your laptop, and trudged over to your bed, where you flopped down and fell asleep immediately. ~Timeskip~ "________!" Your teacher yelled from the front of the room. Your eyes snapped open and you jerked you head to look at the t