Imaginary Friend!2p!EnglandxReaderYou stared blankly at the green chalkboard at the front of the room. Your teacher continued to scratch words and numbers that meant nothing to you. However you focused your attention at the front to keep from crying at the whispers that went around the room.
‘_____________ is so weird.’
‘I saw her talking to herself yesterday, she’s crazy.’
‘She such a loser.’
Against your will tiny drops of liquid leaked from your eyes. Sliding down your face and onto your lips. Like all tears they were salty, but you had gotten used to the taste by now. The tears didn’t bother you, but they did embarrass you when people pointed at the “crazy crying girl”.
It was because of your friend. Your special friend. It wasn’t his fault, but the teasing was because of him.
The first time you met him he baked cupcakes with you because your parents were gone, leaving you alone at home. Now that you were in high school the ridicule got worse.
Sanity is Overrated: 2p!England x Reader You walked along the pathway of your friend Oliver's garden. On your way to visit him, you let yourself in the back gate to admire the fantastic garden. It was like a cross between Alice in Wonderland and some Doctor Seuss plants. Everything you saw made you want to grin, especially the long table out in the middle. That table made you think of all the crazy tea parties you had had with the peculiar fellow. Although, there hadn't been anything written about cupcakes by Lewis Carroll, precisely...Sanity is Overrated: 2p!England x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ollie was such a sweetie...
"_____!" Oliver yelled, running up to you in a storm of pattering footfalls. You stopped on the placid pathway and smiled at your friend. However, instantly your mood soured in seeing the distressed look on his face and the tears streaming down his cheeks. You caught him skillfully in a tight hug while he sobbed into the hollow of your neck.
You asked worriedly, yet all the same calmingl
Get to sleep (Sick!2p!EnglandXReader)Oliver panted in his sleep, cringing when you pressed a damp flannel to his forehead. His face was red and his strawberry blond hair stuck to his forehead in places. Sighing, you felt his temperature again. It hadn’t changed since the previous time, when you’d checked it two hours ago.Get to sleep (Sick!2p!EnglandXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“How are you feeling Ollie?” You asked, stroking some of his hair away from his eyes. At first he mumbled something incoherent, coughing when his words stuck in his throat. After you’d helped him regain his breath, he smiled at you and tried to speak again.
“I feel hot.” He managed to stutter between hacking coughs, clutching his sore throat when he panted. “I’ll get you some more medicine, alright?” You told him, pushing him back into the pillows without waiting for him to answer.
Oliver watched you leave the room, smiling weakly. Why were you being so nice to him? He wondered drowsily, his eyes sliding shut against his own will. You were just
2p!EngalndxReader: His Cupcake2p!EngalndxReader: His Cupcake2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You looked to your other brother Arthur, “Artie…”
Arthur shook his head, “I’m sorry ___________, he’s no good for you. You are forbidden to see or speak to Oliver anymore.”
Your felt tears come to your eyes, “This isn’t fair!” You shouted running back to your room. Wrapping your arms around yourself you sobbed. Everything seemed to be against you. First your brothers had found out who you had been dating for the past few months.
Oliver was so nice. He was a great cook and always so bubbly.
The other thing was your own body. Just a few days ago you had found out you were pregnant. Your best friend Feli had helped you by getting you a pregnancy test.
You continued to cry until you heard something against your window. Opening it you found Oliver hanging from one of the branches,
“Ollie, what are you doing?” you asked in a hushed shout.
Shimeji!2P!England x Reader - Rainbow girl (1)Shimeji!2P!England x Reader - Rainbow girl (1)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"________, look at this! It's so cute~!" your friend cried out while you slowly peered at her from over your book. You gently placed your novel down onto the coffee table and walked over to her side.
"Okay, so what is it you wanted me to see?" you asked as you leaned against her. She pouted and tried to swat you away, but it was all for not.
"I wanted to show you this." She pointed to the screen of her computer and you looked closely. You saw nothing.
"Um...do you want me to watch a video or what?"
"No! Just, wait a moment." And just as she said that a little person flew down from above the screen and landed onto the bottom. You gaped at the little thing while your friend squealed in delight. What the heck was that?!
"That is a shimeji!" Wait, did you say that out loud?
"Yes, you did."
"Oh. Well would you mind telling me what exactly a shimeji is?" She smiled and scrolled the mouse around until the small arrow picked up the small character.
"A shimeji is basically just a little compute
2p!EnglandXreader: LamentThere are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best2p!EnglandXreader: Lament2 years ago in Romance More Like This
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Oliver sighed as he wiped the blood off his blade. Yet another one bites the dust. He giggled insanely as picked up the decapitated head. "That's what you get for calling me weak~" He sickly smile only increased. He started giggled insanely then, he stopped. He drew a deep breath before throwing the head on the floor in defeat. "What the bloody hell am I doing?" he questioned him-self silently. He turned to look at the unfinished decorated cupcakes abandoned on his counter. He lightly put a bloody hand by his heart, a tingle of pain tugging at him.
It was you.
You were everywhere.
Your scent waffled his senses as he laid down o
My Obsession Stalker!2p!EnglandXReaderOliver Kirkland, 2p! of Arthur Kirkland, was obsessed, a fact he knew quite well, and enjoyed every second of it. Now it was not your average obsession, the kind most people had with a particulary good tv show or an amazing book series. No, his obsession lays with a person, a girl known as ____ to be precise.My Obsession Stalker!2p!EnglandXReader2 years ago in Horror More Like This
He could have been considered her stalker, but as far as his twisted romantic mind was concerned, it was research on the woman he loved. He remembered reading in a book once, for books used to be his only way to escape the hell of his life, that everyone had that one special person made just for them. Well, Oliver was quite sure that person was her, his other half, the icing to his cupcake, his love.
Oh, how he yearned to hold her in his arms, to whisper sweet nothings in her ear after making love. However, only one thing stood in his way: Arthur Kirkland, his 1p! and ____'s current boyfriend. What she saw in his dull, bland 1p!, Oliver didn't know, not that i
2p!EnglandxReader: Little Pink Alice“Happy birthday to you,2p!EnglandxReader: Little Pink Alice2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Ollie,
Happy birthday to you,” you sang as you frosted your cupcakes with pink frosting. “And now the blue words,” you took your blue frosting and wrote your special message to Oliver.
It was his birthday and you had a big surprise for him. You loved him a lot, the two of you had been friends since the two of you were six years old and placed in the same cooking class. Now you were ready.
The telephone rang.
“Hello, who is it?”
“Hello, poppet, it’s Ollie, I’m on my way over,” Oliver said from the other line.
You smiled, “Marvelous. See you then.”
After the cupcakes were done you went to the bed room and took out your costume. It was a Disney Alice costume, however it was pink instead of blue.
“Ollie, will love this,” you said and slipped it on.
The doorbell rang.
Opening it you grinned, “Oliver!”
“_-_________, you look&
EnglandxFairy!Reader: First KissThe rain poured over you. Tiny droplets caressing your face as you looked to the sky. Smiling you raised your arms to embrace the rain.EnglandxFairy!Reader: First Kiss2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey you!” someone shouted at you. Not responding you closed your eyes and let the rain pour onto your eyelids. “You, Miss!” An arm grabbed you and pulled you to face the voice. “What are you doing out here you’ll catch cold.”
You stared at him. He could see you. “Y-you can see me?”
He snorted, “Of course I can see you.”
Blonde locks of hair were soaked from the rain; he looked handsome none the less. His eyes were like the leaves in May, dark and green. However just above them was a pair of large bushy eyebrows. All in all, he was quite dashing.
Arthur also took in your appearance. (H/l) (h/c) hair that was soaked from the rain, radiant (e/c) eyes, and a pair of pointed ears. He then knew and he did not fear that you were a fairy.
Gently you touched his chin. He turned slightly red as y
Kisses in the Kitchen~ 2p!EnglandxReader______ meandered through the garden, concealed beneath a complicated network of ornate arches and flower-beds. The garden itself was beautiful, a place fragrant with abundant apricot-coloured roses and bedecked in vines. The elaborate trellises had also been strung with the delicate, velvety flowers too; the fragrant air an almost sickly-sweet perfume as she eventually heared the gentle humming. When the friendly azureous eyes fell on her, they began to light up and glisten with happiness. "_____!~" The young girl smiled, admiring her timid friend in the gentle afternoon sunlight. The radient gold streaming into the garden cast shadows on his freckled countenance, shades of something close to auburn threaded through his shaggy mane of hair (which was covered with a straw boater). Indeed, Oliver was the very picture of content, a jubilant smile on his face. He was on his knees, and he rose to his feet, gloved hands lightly dusting down a pair of worn dungarees. One of the straps had falKisses in the Kitchen~ 2p!EnglandxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
2p!EnglandxReader: Cupcake Man“Do you know the muffin man,2p!EnglandxReader: Cupcake Man2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Do you know the muffin man,
Who lives in Drury Lane?”
You sang as you frosted another cupcake. Your class was put in charge of the entire school fair. So your teacher split the class into couples. And you, obviously, had been paired with Ollie. The two of you had been best friends since childhood and thusly had been closer than anything.
“Poppet!” Oliver called walking through the door. “I’m back with more sugar.”
“Thanks, Ollie,” you said sucking on your blue frosting covered finger. “In the kitchen!” Popping your finger out of your mouth you bit your lip.
Oliver walked in, his face still covered in neon pink, neon blue, and neon green frosting. You smiled. “You have some…” he pointed to your nose.
Reaching up you rubbed your nose. Nothing.
“You still have some…” he pointed to your cheek.
You rubbed the spot. Nothing.
Hide and Seek: 2p!England x Crazy!Reader Part I~Foreword~Hide and Seek: 2p!England x Crazy!Reader Part I2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Has anyone ever read a 2p!England kidnapping fic and thought, “I wouldn’t be scared, I would love this!”? Because that’s how I always feel when reading them... So, this is for all you crazy Ollie fans. Including me. As I am one of them...
“Let’s play a game, love.” he said, whispering in your ear and trailing a finger along your shoulders lovingly.
You turned, mind still fuzzy. His swirling pink and blue eyes startled you, but all it really seemed to do was snap you into focus. “I’m a fan of games.” you said with a little smile.
He seemed a bit taken aback, yet still delighted. “Oh, that’s perfect! This is a hiding game, alright?”
“Okay, what are the rules? Is it just hide and seek?” you said, your smile growing. You were rather good at hide and seek.
He nodded, “Yes, _____, essentially it is. There might be a few twists and turns, but at the game’s essence lies a s
Obsessed Thoughts 2P!EnglandXReaderHe walked through the crowded streets, his footsteps light, the bright sunlight shinning down on his strawberry blond hair. He stopped for a moment, his bright blue eyes scanning the area, though it was hardly necissarry; he could have walked there with his eyes shut, he knew the way so well.Obsessed Thoughts 2P!EnglandXReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His blue orbs rested on a small, comfy looking cafe that just seemed to make everything look a little brighter. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual crazed, sadistic smile he had plastered to his face whenever he played his game of cat and mouse; it was a true, genuine smile of happiness.
He walked over to the cafe and opened the door, inviting himself inside. It was rather cozy and warm, the smell of freshly baked bread in the air. He paused to deeply inhale the delicious smell; although he prefered cupcakes, the bread did smell rather tasty.
A small bell rung when he stepped inside, alerting you to his presence. A wide grin spread across your face. "Hello, Artie!" Of course you knew hi
Werewolf!2P!EnglandxReaderWerewolf!2P!EnglandxReaderWerewolf!2P!EnglandxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You had always been able to see the wolf. You couldn't remember a time when the wolf hadn't been there.
When you had grown old enough to talk, you told everyone about the wolf. Your parents would laugh and joke about how your imaginary friend wasn't like other children's imaginary friends. At first it had confused you. You could see the wolf, even your best friend Felix could see the wolf.
The both of you had fun, waltzing about with the pink, bow tie wearing wolf.
But soon, even Felix denounced the wolf, laughing at you for having an imaginary friend.
So you ignored the wolf, hoping it would go away. When it didn't, you would yell at it to leave. Of course you were smart enough to make sure you were alone when yelling.
It would leave and you would feel free, no longer needing to worry about being insane. but it would come back. It always came back no matter what you did to shoo it away.
The stupid pink, bow
2P!EnglandXReader: Extra Ingredient~*~*~*~2P!EnglandXReader: Extra Ingredient2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hm? What is it, Oliver?”
“Well…You do understand that I would never lie or purposely try to hurt your feelings, yes?”
You frown slightly at the question. “Yes, why?”
“Well…I don’t believe cookies are supposed to be that colour…”
Deflated, you look down at the cookies sitting on a plate in front of him before trying to defend yourself: “You said to bake the cookies for 40 minutes on low, but I knew they wouldn’t be ready by the time you got here, so I baked them for 20 minutes on high. They were still soft when I checked them…Isn’t that how they’re supposed to look?”
Oliver smiles down at the platter of cookies and lifts one, his voice low as he speaks, “That’s so sweet of you, darling.”
“I messed up again, didn’t I?” you groan, plopping down in the second chair at the coff
2p!EnglandxReader: Normal People2p!EnglandxReader: Normal People2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Ollie!” you sing-sang to your husband. “Help me bake a cake for our new neighbors.”
Oliver Kirkland poked his head into the kitchen as you pulled out the necessary ingredients. “Neighbors?”
Allen and Matthiu ran in behind Oliver, “Cake!” Your two sons took their place on your legs, pulling and begging.
“Let daddy do it!” Allen said.
Matthiu joined in, “Yeah, he puts the interesting stuff.”
You frowned, “Now boys. These people are new to the neighborhood and we’ll greet them properly. That means no hockey sticks or nailed baseball bats…” you looked to your husband, “and no...interesting stuff.”
Your husband frowned and walked over to you. Only to be met by hissing from your sons. Ever since the twins had been born they had completely adored you, but hated their father. Oliver was heartbroken that his sons didn’t seem to like him. And now that Pete was able to walk and talk
Afternoons with Mr. Kirkland (2P EnglandxReader)“Hi Mr. Kirkland!” Artie looked up. A little middle school girl trotted into the bakery. She was an adorable little thing, at the beginning stages towards womanhood. She came in three times a week on her way home. She usually popped in for a treat or if she needed an ear. He loved when she came in. He always recognized her (h/c), (e/c), her little chubby face, and she always wore her (f/c) every Friday. She reminded him of himself at that age. Full of life, big smile on her face, odd and wasn’t trying to be anyone else but herself. Today was Monday so she was wearing her school uniform, a white blouse with (any color you like) skirt. She used to wear a jumper but since she was in the seventh grade, she got to wear the skirt. She was a frequent visitor, so much that in order for her to pay for her little treats; she often swept the shop for him and minded it when he popped into the back for things.Afternoons with Mr. Kirkland (2P EnglandxReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Hello _______! How was school?”
“Not so good,”
Keeping You Company (2P!EnglandxReader)Keeping You CompanyKeeping You Company (2P!EnglandxReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sighing, you got up from your bed and wandered into the kitchen. Your small, black and white kitten followed behind, rubbing against your legs when you stopped in front of the fridge. You tugged it open and inwardly groaned.
The cabinet shelves were bare as well. Letting out a puff of air, you looked down at the hopeful little kitten winding around your feet, expecting a plate of food to be placed under her nose.
Today was not a day to go outside. Your neighborhood wasn't the best, and the neighbors were especially worked up today.
Carefully, you stepped over the kitten and back into your room, deciding to sleep until it was safe to leave. Just as you had drifted into a half-conscious state, you heard a crash come from the front door. You shot up in bed, you kitten's head popping up just as fast, and looked at it. Your (e/c) eyes were wide as you pulled the metal broom from it's spot between the wall and your bed and stood. Hesita
Sleep: 2p!England x ReaderWARNING: There's no swearing, cuz it's Ollie, but there is implied smexiness.Sleep: 2p!England x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But you know you like it.
Go listen to this while reading. I hope it works out... link
"...Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors, they’re these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing and..." Oliver trailed off, finally revealing to you his nightly terrors. “And I don’t like them. They remind me of terrible things from my past.”
He crossed his arms looking at you childishly, making your heart melt, “And that’s why I don’t want to go to sleep, dear.”
You smiled, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry, love, I had no idea.”
“Well,” he said, pout wiped away, “I never wanted you worrying your pretty little head over something as silly as little old me.”
Frowning you wrapped your arms arou
Hide and Seek: 2p!England x Crazy!Reader Part IIOliver nodded, but told you, “Well, poppet, why don’t we both choose something we’d like from the other, then whoever wins can claim their prize.”Hide and Seek: 2p!England x Crazy!Reader Part II2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You smiled at him, accepting the terms and thinking of what you might like from him. He got out a beautiful pocket watch and handed it to you. You received the object wide eyed, (e/c) orbs entranced in its beauty. Which, after a moment of quick deliberation, you decided was almost up to par with its master. “Love, if I can’t find you in the next two hours, you win. If I can, I win, deal?”
“Deal.” you said, manic grin returning.
Oliver looked down on you, “Cheating and foul play?”
“Still acceptable. And a little is encouraged. After all, we want this to be fun, right?” you said, looking up into those blue swirling eyes. You could swear there were pink hues flecked in as well, and you were almost completely lost in them.
But you were ripped from his e
Game Night (2p!EnglandXReader)Arthur looked at you, his baby blue eyes begging, puppy style. “Pretty please, with frosting on top?”Game Night (2p!EnglandXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You rolled your eyes and tried to avoid looking at your live-in boyfriend as you worked to stay focused on the task at hand. That task…was dinner. “Arthur, no. I can’t play Candyland with you right now.”
“Why not? It’s fun!” he asked, turning up the adorable. You should have known that when he suggested you two have game nights every Wednesday that this would come up eventually.
“First, it’s a kids game. Second, I’m cooking dinner.”
“After dinner then! Come on, love, you picked the game last week!” he whines, “And besides, all games are kids games! That’s the point of game night!”
You sighed and tried to rub away the headache that was developing. “All right, fine. One round of Candyland. But that’s it,” you grumbled, but you really didn’t mind. Anything t
2p!EnglandxReader: Be Mine?2p!EnglandxReader: Be Mine?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You groaned as you slipped out of the old dark and into a new one. Your eyes were covered with a blindfold, however cracks and places where the piece of cloth did not cover let in a little light. “W-what’s going on?” you croaked.
“Oh, you’re awake, lovely,” a cheerful voice you knew all too well chirped.
“Oliver? Is that you?” you asked worried that the two of you were in some kind of trouble. “What happened, where are we? Are you hurt? Did?”
He gave a light laugh, “Oh, yes I’m fine poppet.”
You tried moving your head so that the blindfold would slip, but it didn’t, “Who did this?”
“Why, I did.”
You felt your jaw drop. “Oliver, this isn’t funny. Untie me right now.”
Oliver tsked you, “Tut tut, love we can’t have that.” You growled and tried to get out of the roped that held you to the chair.
“Oliver,” you said in a dark voice,
2p!CanadaxReader: Protective“Come on, just one date,” a boy said still not letting go of your arm.2p!CanadaxReader: Protective2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You gave a small whimper as his grip increased. “P-please, I already have a boyfriend.”
The boy still didn’t let go. “He doesn’t have to know.”
“J-just leave me alone!” you tried to sound stern, but it wasn’t working. “I-I’m serious, let go of me!”
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, eh?”
Your heart nearly popped out of your chest, “M-Matt.”
The boy turned and sneered, “Who are you?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” Matthiu said grabbing the arm that was holding you. “Now I suggest you let her go before someone gets hurt.”
“Like you could hurt m-.” Matthiu punched him in the face.
The boy let go of you and you pulled your arm to your chest. Matthiu continued to wail on the boy until the stranger didn’t move. “Are you alright?”
Tears at the cor
Fear 2P!EnglandXReaderCrash!Fear 2P!EnglandXReader2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Your eyes flew open as you sat up, looking around wildly. It sounds like the crash came from downstairs. A burglar?
With a sigh, you swung your legs over the bed, shivering when your bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. You creeped over to the stairs slowly, careful not to make any noise, and slowly tiptoed down the stairs.
What was that sound? You tried not to worry about it as you slowly and quietly continued to go down the stairs.
You tried to ignore it, but the sound just kept getting louder and louder and it was really starting to creep you out. You almost jumped when you heard a cruel chuckle in the kitchen. "Don't bother hiding, poppet, I can hear your heartbeat all the way from here."
So that's what that was! You silently cursed yourself as you stepped into the kitchen, fists curled into a ball as you prepared to fight whoever was in there. The only light was from the moonlight shining faintly from the window.
2P! England x Little! Reader ~Request~2P! England x Little! Reader ~Request~2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N:Ummm I didn't say how old you are but probably around 4 years old since you can talk.
You sat at home, alone like usual, waiting for your abusive parents to get home at the same time they usually do. Around 9:30 PM they would come home either drunk or high on something and then the would proceed to beat you until either you or them fell unconscious, normally them.
8:30 PM came around and your parents where home early, the smell of freshly baked goods came wafting through the house!
Your mother came in first and came into the kitchen/Dinning room where you sat on the floor shaking violently. You look up at your mother who was obviously high because her normally small brown eyes where inhumanly large and she was smiling at you bright blue frosting covering her lips as well as parts of her teeth.
"[Name]...do you want a cupcake?" She asks as your father walks in eating a cupcake with bright pink frosting.
"N-N-No thank you mommy..." you say your voice getting smaller and