BullHenry

You sat in the hard metal chair and did your favourite thing to do when you're in populated places. You watched. You complimented, judged and insulted the people that walked by your table. They would never know because you were mute. You were never a people person and have been called an introvert. Just you and your thoughts, the way you have always known it to be. You smiled down at your fast food. You always ordered food instead of cooking yourself because it was easier for you to just point at the food or show a number with your fingers to order. You liked it better this way, no socializing or work required. You looked up from your food

Popular!America x Artist!Shy!Reader I sat at my desk, drawing in my most precious valuable, my sketchbook, while everyone is just chatting their lives away. But I didn’t care, I had my drawings with me. Sure I have good and decent grades but I’m always stuck in my own little world, whenever I draw in my sketchbook. I draw all kinds, like anime or manga, and other fantasy art. But now I am drawing my own knight in shining armor, riding a beautiful white stallion. That’s right. The one and only…..Alfred F Jones, one of the most popular guys in school and Captain of the Football team. Sure I had a crush on the guy but

It is Christmas and you are ready to take on the world!  Well you think anyways. On Christmas you normally went out somewhere with your friends but this year they said they planned something for you. Are you scared? Yes. Your friends Feliciano, Ludwig, and Kiku can be crazy at times but only when you all are together. You find an outfit then rush to take a shower. When you get out you hear a knock on the door. Without thinking you run to answer the door with only underwear and a long shirt on. When you open the door Ludwig is standing there. He looks at you blushing and then looks away. " Ugh... You can finish getting dressed and I'll vait

"W-What?" A blush runs rampant on your face as you question Mr. Ludwig. You sit up on the desk and notice the papers scattered everywhere. "Ja..." the teacher backed off a little as he let you sit up. "Why?" Your voice had gotten irate, "You didn't seem like you cared when you told the whole class!" "Your emotions...." Mr. Ludwig began, "I wanted to see them." He stood upright and went to the coat hanger to grab his jacket. In an angry befuddlement you asked again, "Why?" "Because..." he held a hand out to you to coax you off the desk, "it makes you beautiful." Your face reddened deeply as you took his hand and slid off the desk. You ha

    "We'll talk about this after school, (Name)."    Laughter from the class and Mr. Ludwig's glare replayed in your head as you walked to his classroom. The halls were empty; Thank God...you thought. You were teased all day for getting caught writing entries about how much you were attracted to your teacher. He said you could write anything you wanted....it is a creative writing class, after all. In hindsight it probably was not a good idea to write about someone when that someone was probably going to read it. Whatever, you thought, I'm eighteen anyway.    It was true, you were eighteen. You and Mr. Ludwig were probably only a few years

Soldier!GermanyxCrossdressing!Reader Change of view Ugh. That was the sound that left the girl’s lips as she tightened the piece of cloth around her chest. Dear Lord, why I am doing that again? [f/n] asked herself while fighting back involuntary tears as she pulled with a bit more strength than she should have. Impatient knocks on the door almost made her jump. -[L/n]! Last call! – a man yelled through the wooden door. -Co- - the high pitched choked sound [f/n] made almost made her want to smack her head on the wall. Idiot. She cleared her throat. –Coming! A hoarse voice was the closest thing to manly that [f/n] could

“Somehow I´ll make a man out of you!”  - Be a Man, Mulan [f/n] couldn’t take it anymore. Why oh why did the hottest day seen over the last fifty years have happen to come by when she was in the army? Dressed up as a male to hide her gender, no less. The pieces of cloth she had to wear around her chest (so it’d become flat, or at least would pass by unnoticed when others looked at her), were a true hassle. The fabric would hug her body in an embrace more than too close for comfort. Like putting another extra blanket around her, not that she needed one in that dreadfully heated environment. It wasn’t pleasant, to