Harmless Teasing: 2p!America x Reader“Hey there, doll face,” Al said, leaning his chin on your shoulder as he snaked his arms around your waist, “fancy meeting you here.”
Sighing you answered, “I live here, Al.” You might have jumped at this contact a few months ago, and a few years ago you might have been surprised that he was here. But now this was a regular occurrence.
“Ah, what do I have to do to get a reaction out of you?” Al said, attempting to tickle your sides.
However, you bit back your giggles, and turned to him sternly, “I’m used to everything you do now, Al. It’s just normal for you to be weird.”
“Oh, but I love it when I catch you off guard and your cheeks turn pink. It’s adorable.” he teased, smiling back at you, still quite close to your face. Speaking of that, you could feel your face heat up. Al moved his lips closer to your own, but you turned your head abruptly back to the laptop’s screen on the bedspread. He
2p!America x Sick!ReaderAl knocked on your apartment loudly, calling out as well, “Yo! _____! Come out and play, I’m bored!” He waited with a bit of a smile, thinking about you getting mad about how he only ever came over when he got bored or some stupid shit. But you took twice as long to answer, and his hand started to protest at his exuberant hammering on the door.2p!America x Sick!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
You opened the door a crack and said, “Go away.” Then you just started to close the door once more. And you would have closed it completely, had Al not stuck his rather large combat boot in between the door and the frame.
“Woah, did I really piss you off that bad, doll?” he asked, wondering what he’d done to deserve such harsh treatment.
Then he saw you. You were huddled up in a large blanket, cheeks and nose slightly red and otherwise very pale. “Al,” you said, trying to be stern and failing in such a condition, “go away.” It seemed as though you had caught that seasonal
Living the Dream: 2p!America x ReaderAl knocked on the door to your dorm loudly, then as soon as you opened it up he grabbed your hand, dragging you away. He said bluntly, “Failing English, need help, now.”Living the Dream: 2p!America x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
“Al!” you hollered, surprising him enough to loosen his grip on your hand so you could slip away. He didn’t protest, just looked at you. In those red eyes, you could see desperation and worry. If Al didn’t pass all his courses, he would be kicked out of the school and never get another chance at a college education. Al was brilliant, but couldn’t focus in things like English where you had to sit still and read. He preferred working in the chem labs, engineering, that sort of stuff. English and reading were where you excelled, so obviously he had sought you out. Without this passing grade, the college would never continue the scholarship he had gotten and he would never get the chance to achieve the greatness he was capable of.
He was so close in his goal of the American Dream,
I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
Little!2p!America x Little!ReaderWarning: Little Al swears once or twice. Cuz he's a naughty little child. ^^Little!2p!America x Little!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Al laughed in your face, and said childishly, even for him, “You’re such a girl!”
“Am not!” you protested, getting frustrated with your good friend.
He instantly retaliated, “Are too!”
“No, I’m not!” you hollered. “Bet I can climb to the top of this tree before you can!”
Al laughed again, even harder, “I’d never lose to a little girl!”
“Oh, yeah?! Bring it!” you said, hands on your hips.
Al grinned, showing his smile lacking more than a few baby teeth due to his constant fighting. Some with Matt, and some of course with you. But there were many more competitions than fights, as you were always trying to prove to the insolent child that girls were just as good as guys when they put their mind to it.
So he ran for the tree, giving himself a rather unfair head start. “You’re on, _____!”
Shoveling: 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear. Do I even have to say that anymore? Puhhhh... Swearing is good for you! So deal with it.Shoveling: 2p!Canada x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Matthew woke to the sounds of shoveling snow. He wondered if some kids were shoveling his drive for money. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going to pay them, he thought, rolling over to find your warmth. Matthew shot up, finding you no where to be seen. “_____!” he called out, kind of worried. You never woke up before him.
There was no sound. Just the constant shoveling that was starting to grind against his last nerve. Throwing open the curtains he prepared to yell at whoever the hell it might have been to go away. But it was you.
He went down the stairs and out the front door. You didn’t hear him and kept on shoveling. “_____.” he said sternly.
“Hey, Mattie.” you said, not stopping.
Matthew frowned, “Don’t call me that.”
“Sorry, Mattie.” you said, grinning, but still not stopping.
He sighed, knowing he co
2p!Canada x Injured!ReaderWarning: I probably swear. And there is an teensy bit of self harm? Hitting of walls to prevent crying? I dunno...2p!Canada x Injured!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
I could tell you were trying not to cry. I rather admired that. It was difficult for you to hide some of your emotions, and you always developed a blank, slightly frowning mask when you were feeling any negative emotions, but I had never seen you cry in public. At the hormonal level most girls ran at, that was impressive.
Walking next to you, I tried to show you somehow, silently, that I was here for you. That you were allowed to hug me if you needed me to. But I had seen you shy away from human contact before. Always so outgoing, you still got overwhelmed easily. If you showed disgust at my touch, it might have really hurt me. So I couldn’t comfort you. Because you didn’t want to show your emotions at all in this hellhole, and I couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge that I noticed and above all, cared.
We passed through a doorway, and you hit the wall,
Voodoo: 2p!America x ReaderWARNING: There’s probably a swear down there somewhere. (I checked.. there’s lots...) There’s also implied smexiness. Not that you don’t love it. There's a little gore too. ^^ All the good stuff. And it’s kind of fluffy for 2p!America... I blame the economy.Voodoo: 2p!America x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
This song has been in my head all day. Listen to it. Absorb the awesomeness that is even more awesome than the awesome Prussia’s awesomeness: link
(You can tell it’s awesome because I said it four times.)
I hate the way you’re making me act around your friends,
And the way you keep saying you won't let me in.
Now I'm starving for your attention.
While you’re begging for my affection.
You elbowed me, giving me a stern look. I hated hiding in front of your friends, but I would endure all to stay with you.
Not that I would ever say that out loud.
You were mine.
Not that you didn’t have complete control over m
Don't Worry: 2p!America x Stressed!ReaderWARNING: I swear once.Don't Worry: 2p!America x Stressed!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
“What’s wrong, _____?” Al asked you as you flopped tiredly on your couch, not even caring that he had showed up in your home, touching and breaking who knows what.
With a groan you rolled your neck, trying to get out the kinks, “Life.”
“That’s no real answer.” he said, sounding slightly concerned, which was big for him,
You just remained flat on the couch, trying to get the aches and pains that came with stress out of your system. “Come on,” he said, poking you lightly in the stomach, “tell me.”
“School’s a mess, people are breathing down my neck, not to mention my parents, I’m having trouble paying rent, and things are just piling up.” you said, listing off the top problems on your Everest sized pile.
Al opened a beer, the sound washing over you and making you think of summer and relaxation, “So?”
“So I have issues.”
He nodded, taking a big g
Happy Birthday: Canada x Reader x 2p!Canada Part IMatthew and Matt sat in the living room talking about their shared birthday quietly. Matthew looked sad, but Matt had already accepted long ago that no one would ever remember the two brothers and their birthday.Happy Birthday: Canada x Reader x 2p!Canada Part I in General Fiction More Like This
Matthew asked quietly, “Do you think anyone will remember this year?”
“No,” Matt said bluntly, flipping through channels on the television in a bored manner, “I don’t. We’ll share some cupcakes like we always do, and give each other some silly little thing, okay?”
Matthew sighed, settling down next to his twin. Then he remembered something. “_____ asked us when our birthday was a while ago.” he whispered quietly.
Beside him, Matt tensed. He said through clenched teeth, “Yeah? I remember.”
“She might do something for us. Send us a card...” Matthew said, almost quieter than before.
Matt turned the television off quickly, staring at his more soft spoken, gentler twin. “Don’t get your h
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 Reader 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
Firsts (2p!AmericaXReader)Alfred F. Jones was five when he first got jealous. His best friend was being approached by a young Chinese boy and when he handed ______ a clumsily cut paper heart, he swore that if his eyes weren’t already red, they would be. _______ was his best friend, not that guy!Firsts (2p!AmericaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
She walked back over with a sweet smile on her childish face, which soon fell as she witnessed his scowl. “What’s wrong Al?” she asked, running over and skidding to a stop next to him. Alfred crossed his arms and sat down, and ______ followed.
“He shouldn’t have given you that card! You’re my best friend, not his!” At this point, he sounded more like a little toddler trying to get his favorite treat from a relative rather than a protective best friend. _____ giggled and elbowed him gently in the side.
“That’s okay silly! He was just being nice! You’ll always be my best friend!” Alfred couldn’t help it. He smiled back at his best friend, his an
An Angel With A Bloody Bat (2p!AmericaXReader)Caution: blood, swearing, and some relatively creepy strangersAn Angel With A Bloody Bat (2p!AmericaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
You stood under the lone streetlamp, clutching your backpack to your chest, glancing nervously at anyone who seemed like trouble. But at this hour, anything could happen. You mentally damned your boss for making you stay after and clean up. Sure, the extra money would be nice, except for now you were stranded in the middle of the red light district.
You were so utterly exhausted, you had boarded the wrong bus and hadn’t noticed until it was too late, and now you were stuck there for another…fifteen minutes until the next bus was scheduled to arrive.
I’m too young to die… you thought to yourself. A few years out of college, you had secured your dream job as a forensic scientist at a big city police department, and it felt wonderful knowing that you were helping catch criminals and murderers. But now the biggest worry on your mind was whether or not you would become the latest victim of
People Like You (2p!AmericaXReader)CAUTION: SWEARINGPeople Like You (2p!AmericaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
He met you in a seedy club in the red light district of whatever city he was in for that night (they all tended to look the same after a while). You were sitting on a bar stool, kicking your feet every once and awhile, and you looked completely out of place amongst the bimbos and the prostitutes that frequented this place. It would be hard to get into your pants. Too hard, most drunk, horny guys would say.
But Alfred F. Jones always liked a challenge.
He walked over, every other guy moving out of the way as soon as they saw him coming. They knew the alpha male when they saw him. Sliding onto the stool beside you, he glanced over at what you were drinking, and was surprised and slightly disgusted when he saw a glass of what looked like regular Coca-Cola in front of you.
“You even know what’s in that stuff, doll?” he said with a slight smirk, glancing condescendingly at the offending drink in front of you.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes an
Temporary Bliss (2p!AmericaXReader)CAUTION: SWEARINGTemporary Bliss (2p!AmericaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
This is the sequel to People Like You, so go read that first
It had been months since you had met the enigmatic Alfred F. Jones in the seedy bar your friends liked to frequent. Things had fallen into a routine of sorts. You would work, and go about life like normal. At night, if he failed to pick up some drunk skank at a bar, he would call you. You would let him in, and he would kiss you, and by the time you woke up in the morning, he was gone, no trace that he had ever been there in the first place.
At first, you greatly enjoyed this arrangement. You got some great sex with no strings attached, and he got a bed partner for the night, but unease slowly crept into your mind. On the nights he didn’t call, you wondered who he was with. You began to feel dirty, used, and worst of all, unwanted. You were his back up plan, nothing more. You hated it, hated the feelings you were getting, because you knew what they meant.
You had fallen in love with him.
It was n
The High Road (2p!AmericaXReader)CAUTION: SWEARING AND SEX REFERANCES. Go read People Like You and Temporary Bliss first, or you'll be so lost it's not even funnyThe High Road (2p!AmericaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
You walked home from work, mind wandering as your heels clicked against the concrete sidewalk. Of course, your mind chose to settle on a taboo subject that went by the name of Alfred F. Jones. You weren’t friends, he wasn’t your boyfriend, hell, and hell, you were barely more than strangers. To him, you were a living, breathing sex doll. One that he used whenever he couldn’t get a drunk, desperate college girl to fulfill his needs.
You had called it off about two months ago, changed your cell number, and tried to forget about your dangerous bad boy. Easier said than done, seeing as you were still head-over-heels in love with the guy (as much as you hated to admit it). The guy was probably out hitting the club scenes like normal, not even the least bit bothered by your “break up”, as if you could even call it that.
An Angel With A Bloody Bat 2 (2p!AmericaXReader)You hummed along with the song, mindlessly typing in codes to compare different samples of blood found at a crime scene of a missing woman from downtown. You really hoped that you could get a match, help this woman out, let the police know who took her, anything. A positive match appeared on the screen, and with a victorious fist pump, you forwarded the information to the lead detective and rewarded yourself with a handful of M&M’s from the bowl next to your keyboard.An Angel With A Bloody Bat 2 (2p!AmericaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
You shoved your rolling chair away from your desk, accidentally slamming into the legs of your coworker, Gary. You yanked the earbud from its resting position. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”
Gary chuckled nervously, shifting the files to one arm in order to scratch the back of his head. “N-No, it’s okay, I was just bringing you some case files… A few gangsters found beaten in an alley, some of the blood didn’t match, so they sent it over.
The Owner and The Owned (2p!AmericaXReader)Alfred F. Jones was no hero. In fact, as a kid, he always found the villains more relatable in the cartoons, and he always rooted for them instead. They never won, because in the stereotypical good versus evil fight, good always triumphs. That never stopped him from cheering.The Owner and The Owned (2p!AmericaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
But you had to have a death wish if you went strolling on Axis territory without their permission. But it wasn’t his fault the most notoriously deadly gang in the city also ran the best strip clubs. The best drinks, the hottest chicks, the whole nine yards, all catering towards the wealthiest scumbags this side of the world had to offer.
He had heard rumors about what went on in there, about how the girls were abused and once they were in, they couldn't get out because of legal issues, but they had never actually been confirmed, and the cops didn’t have enough dirt to get a warrant on the place. It didn’t help that anyone who came forward to testify against them mysteriously went missing.
No Smoking Policy (2p!CanadaXReader) CAUTION: SWEARINGNo Smoking Policy (2p!CanadaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
At this time of the year, you honestly hated your job. It was early August; the height of tourist season in the great state of Maine, and the little shop you worked at didn’t have air conditioning. You worked in one of the countless tourist trap stores that lined the main street in Old Orchard Beach. You understood why every Mainer hated this season. The state motto may be “Vacationland”, but what we really mean is “Give us your money and leave.” But the thing about Old Orchard was that during the summer, you had a hard time telling if this was Maine or Canada.
That’s right. Canadians. They practically migrated down here during the height of the tourist season, taking their French, politeness, “ehs”, and the whole wearing-underwear-under-the-swimsuit thing (you had to find out the hard way). Not that you didn't like them. They were nice enough. It just got really, really old working in that tiny litt
No Smoking Policy 2 (2p!CanadaXReader)CAUTION: SWEARINGNo Smoking Policy 2 (2p!CanadaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
Finally, you had a day off. It had been nearly a week since the incident involving a remarkably rude Canadian, a cigarette, and a fire extinguisher. You strolled down the hill, happily munching on the candy assortment you had just purchased from the local candy store/ice cream parlor mix, and you planned on spending the rest of the day in the used book store with a pile of under-appreciated discounted books.
You spent way too much time in Old Orchard.
Bypassing the book store -it wasn’t going anywhere- you made your way through the massive crowd to the small theme park that happened to be right next to the ocean. The rides were lame, and the games were rigged, but after living in the same place for your entire life you had found a way to bypass the rigs and win yourself ginormous prizes.
It was a win-win situation for you and the game attendant. You got a stuffed animal, and he or she got a bunch of tourists who wanted to win the same stuffed animal you
And Then There Were Three (2p!AmericaXReader)Caution: Swearing and ViolenceAnd Then There Were Three (2p!AmericaXReader) in General Fiction More Like This
Read the rest of the People Like You series before this one (People Like You, Temporary Bliss, and The High Road)
You bent over once more, emptying the final remains of your bagel and coffee into the toilet at work. God, you hoped no one else was in here. You had been getting sick more and more over the back two months, and even more so since you had somewhat reconciled with your…boyfriend? No, that term was too formal and there wasn’t much of a romantic aspect to your relationship. Fuck buddy? That didn’t fit either; you had an emotional connection with him…but not one strong enough to actually be a relationship.
You felt worse than shit at the moment, so you didn’t think too deeply on the matter. You stood up and straightened your shirt before flushing away your breakfast and exiting the stall. You ran the faucet and splashed some gloriously cool water onto your flushed face before turning around, only coming face
2p!AmericaxReader-Boyfriend Material?It was the dead of the night and whoever was at your door, youre going to give him, or her, a good beating for waking you up from your sleep. The knocks on the door was getting louder and louder with each passing moment and you yelled, Coming, from the top of your lungs to get your message straight.2p!AmericaxReader-Boyfriend Material? in General Fiction More Like This
Finally reaching the door, you turned the knob hastily. You were faced with your brunette boyfriend, your bloody, bruised, bad boy, Alfred. His clothes were ripped and as bloody as his face. Al what the eff? He gave you a smile even with his swollen cheeks (damn he was still cute). Moved by pity (and the fact that he was your boyfriend), you helped him into your house.
Hey babe, he said in a strained voice.
Ugh! Dont talk right now. Ill go get the ice pack, first aid kid and alcohol.
This wasnt the first time he came to your home like this, but this time it was a lot worse than before. You wonder who he fought with agai
2p!AmericaxReader-ChangeThe whole assignment was a complete drag, but something that needed to be done. You ended up staying at the library to skim every page in the internet concerning about history (which was no help since every single one of those pages said the same thing, the lack of variety might get your paper a solid B at the very least). Your concentration on the subject made you lose your track on time, not knowing that it was already too late for you to stay outside of the house.2p!AmericaxReader-Change in General Fiction More Like This
8:47, the clock high above the ceiling read. Way too late for you to be out the house.
Knowing that your mother might be worried sick about you, you decided to finish up the report back at home and hopefully get better material for it.
“I’ll be going now,” you waved to the librarian.
She smiled at you, her winkles visible, “See ya tomorrow, hun. Be careful, they say bad men come out at night.”
You reassured her that you would be careful with the bad men and avoid them at all costs before you g
2p!CanadaxReader-HelpHelp2p!CanadaxReader-Help in General Fiction More Like This
Whats worse than being lost in a forest?
Getting lost in a forest, in the middle of the night, alone, during the late autumn.
You sighed, and due to the cool temperature your breath can be visible. Rubbing your palms together to create friction that will hopefully give you some heat, you slapped your palms immediately to your face. The heat only lasted for only a minute before the biting cold returned.
Trudging through the rocky road now thick with snow, you tried to remember the path that you took to get back home but unfortunately for you snowfall have started and covered your tracks from before making back tracking impossible. The thick fog didnt help either.
Groaning, you sat down on a wide flat rock big enough for your butt to be cozy. Cmon God, give me a sign. As if on cue, a low groaning noise broke the eerie silence of the forest. You couldnt tell if it was sheer coincidence or you had to review your faith later on.
Another groan could b
2p!CanadaxReader-Help 3Part 32p!CanadaxReader-Help 3 in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: (~~~~~ means a time skip and -----means its a POV change.)
Why dont you just tell him?
You brought your head to your hands and sulked, I cant.
Alfred grunted, rolled his eyes and leaned back on the chair. For gods sake, (Name), dont make into one of those one sided love shitty romance love story.
I know, I know I just dont know how to say it. How do you say I love you to someone? Saying it to normal people was hard, saying it to someone you actually have feelings for is extremely difficult. Al, you probably have a lot of experience with this thing, help me.
He took the straw and sipped from his fruit smoothie. Why are you even asking me all of these?
Well, he is your brother, so I was expecting you to know more about him.
Ugh, look. I dont know much about my brother, I dont even know if he got laid or not. So
2p!CanadaxReader-Help 2Part 22p!CanadaxReader-Help 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Its been a full week since that incident, the last time you saw him. Upon knowing about the whole story, your parents got mad. Your father nearly had a panic attack, your mother actually had one. But you assured them that you were okay. Of course they heard nothing of it and told you to come back home.
You said no. You had so much more to learn about Canada, which you had enjoyed so far excluding the bears. Speaking of bears, the little cub you found in the woods was staying with Matthew until his leg fully recovers. You loved the little guy, he was the main reason why you wanted to stay, you felt like you needed to watch over him.
Then there was a certain forest ranger. Said ranger named Matthew. You were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, a dangerous kind of attraction. Your aunt had informed you what he was, he was an outcast among the rangers due to his bad temper and inhumane strength. You begged to differ, he was nothing but nice.
He had took you to the hospital af
2p!AmericaxReader-Change (2)(Name) entered the chatroom.2p!AmericaxReader-Change (2) in General Fiction More Like This
You: Hey Bea, How is it there?
Bea: Eh, I’m fine. A bit bored actually, got anything to say?
You: Well Finals are just around the corner and I’m stuck at home to study.
Bea: Yeah and you’re wasting your time chatting to me ^-^ Are you purposely procrastinating? Don’t make me as a scapegoat now.
You: No, I’m just a bit pissed off. Just letting out some steam or else I won’t be concentrating on studying.
Bea: Oh really. What’s the matter?
You: It’s a long story…
Bea: Tell me. I’ve got nothing else to do.
You: You sure?
You: So last night, I came home from school a bit late right around 9 in the evening. My mom had this 7 o clock curfew and she freaks out when I don’t come home at that time. Then when I was walking home I was checking my phone then suddenly this freak comes up and takes it off my hands so I chased him to an alley. He crossed off to the other side of this fence and ra
2p!AmericaxReader-Change (7)The night was as silent as it can be, aside from the leaves rustling with the aid of the wind, the hush crackling of fire of the bonfire and the other of nature's noises, nothing else was heard. You were curious as to why Alfred brought you here.2p!AmericaxReader-Change (7) in General Fiction More Like This
It took a while to finish but Alfred and you made a campfire in the middle of the forest, a fair distance away from your cabin. All in all, you had bug bites, dirt, twigs and leaves all over you because of tagging along with him.
A spit made of strong branches and some barbwire found at the cabin was strategically made into a stove substitute was on the dirt. A long branch was placed horizontally while the remaining branches tied together by the wires held it above the flame. The wire left was used to hang the pot so that it wouldn’t burn.
Five potatoes were boiling in the pot with Alfred crouched down next to the food, watching over them. “Hey, Al, do you do this often?”
He smiled, as if him recalling those memories gave him
2p!AmericaxReader-Change (4)“Shit”2p!AmericaxReader-Change (4) in General Fiction More Like This
Shit was right. It was all over your shoe. Why must dogs have buttholes?
The little Chihuahua was wagging his tail happily as if he was enjoying your moment of your pain. That little pup did nothing but play around with you, running away from you the moment you go near it.
Poochie was lucky that he was a certain someone’s favorite pet. Pet didn’t quite cut it; the dog was like her child, her pampered, spoiled child. Carie was a spoiled brat herself, getting supported by her rich parents even at the age of 24. She was nice enough to pay you a large amount to watch her pet for the day while she was away. If you weren’t in need of money, you wouldn’t even be doing this.
Your mother wanted to mold you into a smart, sharp, responsible adult and her great idea to do that was to make you work for money, a reality you already knew about years ago. Great, instead of spending your summer lazing around in your room, you were here stuck with a dog you wan
2p!AmericaxReader-Change (5)A/N: Edit (9/20/13) It should be shorter (sort of) now that I edited it. Added and removed some elements and dialogue.2p!AmericaxReader-Change (5) in General Fiction More Like This
No matter how look at it, there’s nothing to worry about. “California is miles away from New York, you know,” he said, noting how far the two states are apart. Regardless, he helped you with the packing.
“Why are you going there anyway?” he asked just as you were about to shove a t-shirt into the pile of clothes in the bag.
“A friend abroad came to Cali for the summer, and she asked me to come over.” The part “she” was a lie, “asked me to come over” wasn’t. You somehow managed to convince your mother to go along with the trip, which was surprising considering she doesn’t even let you leave Manhattan with no proper supervision.
While you were going through a mental list of necessities for the trip, you noticed your brother going through some of the things on your drawer. He held
2p!AmericaxReader-Change (6)“What do you mean you aren’t coming home yet?” your ever caring brother asked over the phone. If you weren't miles away from him then you would have been bombarded with more questions and his spit.2p!AmericaxReader-Change (6) in General Fiction More Like This
“Cool your tits. It’s just for three days and besides I’m a lot closer now. I’ll just be staying in Idaho for a while.”
“That still doesn’t assure me of your safety.”
“It’s gonna fine. Geez, stop treating me like a baby.”
“Just wait till mom hears about this.”
“Oh real mature, big brother.”
“Just—just be careful, got it. Mom will kill me if something happens to you.”
You closed your phone rather forcefully out of anger. Will that guy ever treat you not like a baby, at times it was nice to have a protective brother but at times it was just really annoying.
“Woah, someone’s pissed. You know you’re pretty lucky that your b
2p!AmericaxReader: Strange Love“Al…Al…Al…AL!”2p!AmericaxReader: Strange Love in Romance More Like This
“WHAT?” Al jumped out of his seat glaring at you.
Giving him an angry pout you sat on his lap. Sitting sideways you put your arms around his neck, “I said ‘what do you want for dinner’?”
“Want to go out?”
He said nothing, only flipped the channel with a click of the remote.
You frowned. “Al…Al…Al…Al...AL!”
“WHAT?” he shouted. The volume from his retort sent you off his lap. He looked down at you, not even bothering to apologize or help you.
“I asked ‘do you want to go out’?”
He shrugged and went back to watching TV. Huffing you got up and left him in the couch. Taking your purse and keys you left him at the house.
You drove to Ollie’s house. He was always nice and listened to you when you had troubles with Al.
“He’s just ignoring me all the time. I think we’re over,” you told him.
2p!AmericaxReader: Break“Hey, Arthur do you have the notes from English?” you asked your collage college.2p!AmericaxReader: Break in Romance More Like This
The thick browed Brit nodded and reefed through his papers, “Yes, here you go.”
You sighed and smiled at the page of precious knowledge, “Thanks you’re a life saver. I can’t believe I slept through the whole thing.”
Arthur nodded, “I’ve noticed you’ve been quite tired lately. Getting enough sleep?”
“Umm,” you blushed, “no…”
You shook your head.
“I wish,” you said. “It’s Al…”
Arthur turned slightly pink, “Ok, I don’t need to know.”
“Speak of the Devil,” you murmured. “Hey de-.”
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing pest? Get away from my girl.”
Arthur huffed at Al then said to you, “I’ll see you later ___________.”
2p!CanadaxReader: Protective“Come on, just one date,” a boy said still not letting go of your arm.2p!CanadaxReader: Protective 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
2p!AmericaxReader: My Cheese Ball“Al, Al it’s time to go,” you said trying to get your best friend/boyfriend to let go of the bottle of beer.2p!AmericaxReader: My Cheese Ball in Romance More Like This
“Sorry, but you owe me a drink.” He slurred.
You sighed, “And why is that?”
“Cuz when I looked at you, I dropped mine,” he took another swig from his bottle.
“Al Jones, let go of the bottle. You’re drunk.”
Al gave you a sloppy, lopsided, but still hot smile, “I’m not drunk!” He swung his arm around your shoulder and buried his face into your neck, “I’m just intoxicated by you…”
You smiled and gave him a small kiss on the forehead, “Thanks, hon.”
“You know,” Al said as you dragged him out of the car, “if you were a stop light, I’d turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.”
“I’m sure you would,” you said getting out the door.
“BABY, YOU MUST BE A LIGHT SWITCH, CUZ EVE
2p!CanadaxReader: Young Love“Matt, this is ___________. ___________ why don’t you get to know Matt here?” the Kindergarten teacher said with a smile.2p!CanadaxReader: Young Love in Romance More Like This
You regarded the new student. He was about your height, but that would soon change, his had long blonde hair that reminded you of a princess in a story book. However this boy was far from a princess. He stood confidently with a frown on his face.
“I’m ___________,” you said taking his hand, “want to play?”
“Not with a stupid girl,” Matt sneered.
Angrily you snapped, “You’re mean.”
“And you’re a girl.”
You grabbed him by the collar and slugged him in the nose. In return he punched you in the eye.
After about five minute of punches the teacher separated the two of you and put you in the corner. “You hit hard,” Matt complained, washcloth on his nose.
Glaring at him with your one good eye you sniffed a bit.
“Want to be my girl?” he asked.
2p!CanadaxReader: Bodyguard Boyfriend“Hey babe,” some half-drunk guy said, sloppily walking up to you, “wanna go somewhere and-?”2p!CanadaxReader: Bodyguard Boyfriend in Romance More Like This
Maybe it was a mistake to pick your boyfriend up from work at the BAR he worked at.
“You’re not going to want to finish that sentence,” you said your hands in your pockets. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
The guy only laughed and put his arm around your shoulders, “Your boyfriend don’t have to know.”
Gritting your teeth you said, “Doesn’t. He doesn’t have to know.”
“Alright,” the guy said as if he just won.
Rolling your eyes you grabbed some of the skin on his hand and twisted it hard.
The drunken guy cursed at you.
“I suggest you leave before you start more problems than you can deal with.” you said in a monotone.
You smiled as the only person who was allowed to call you babe walked up. “Well that was a quick change.” You kissed him o
2p!RomanoxReader: How I Met You Became Ti Amo“(kid name) get out of the ball pit, we have to go home!” you called to the child you were babysitting. How he had convinced you to go to here you’d never know. A leg was sticking out. Angrily you grabbed it and pulled.2p!RomanoxReader: How I Met You Became Ti Amo in Romance More Like This
However the person you pulled out wasn’t (kid name), it was a full grown man. Your eye practically dropped out of your skull. What was a man doing in the ball pit? Then you blushed, what was a very attractive man doing in the ball pit?
“Ciao,” he said giving you a big smile.
You blushed harder and let go of his ankle, “S-sorry!”
He was blonde with an odd curl. Also a scar on his cheek just below his eye. However it didn’t take away from any of the attractiveness he held for you.
“Have you seen (child’s description) running around anywhe-.”
“Miss _______________,” a small voice said tugging on your sleeve. “It’s time to go. Did you make a new friend?”
2p!CanadaxReader: Bully and the BulliedYou winced as a rather mean girl shoved you into a locker. Knocking the books out of your hands and sending papers flying everywhere. People laughed as you tried to hold back tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.2p!CanadaxReader: Bully and the Bullied in Romance More Like This
As the hall started to empty it got quieter. Not for the first time that year you felt like you didn’t want to go to class. Along you sat there in the hall, leaning against the cool metal of the lockers.
“Hey girl,” a rough voice said.
You looked up hesitantly. Only to see Matthiu. You heard that he was a bully that liked to beat up people that got on his bad side. You gulped, “Y-yes?”
He smirked at your reaction and crouched down to look at you, “Never seen you around here. What’s your name?”
“_-_________,” you said quietly, pulling your books closer to your chest as if to shield yourself from him and his piecing gaze that hid behind a pair of sunglasses.
“__________,” the name rolled off his tong
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Meet me at the corner café on Third Street at five o’clock.
- Your Secret Admirer
You stared, slightly scared, at your latest love letter from your secret admirer. You had been getting these for weeks, ever since your vacation to Niagara Falls. Opening a drawer your put the letter with the others; some of the letters had poetry, some were really romantic, and some just plain crept you out. One letter you swore had some blood on it.
“___________, I’m going out with Roderich I’ll see you later!” Eliza shouted on her way out the door. You gulped, you were alone tonight and some creepy stalker was expecting you to meet him at the café.
You looked at the drawer of creepy love letters and said, “Well I’m not an idiot.” With that you settled down on the sofa to watch TV.
About an hour later there was a knock at the door, “Hmm, must be the pizza.” You said reaching for your purse and grabbing th
2p!Canadax2p!Reader: Bloody Angel“Hey, girlie! I’m talking to you,” the big brute grabbed your arm.2p!Canadax2p!Reader: Bloody Angel in General Fiction More Like This
You smiled as he grabbed your arm, “Finally.” You smashed your heads together which knocked him out. One of his friends made a mad dash for you, but never got to you as a tall blonde haired man stepped up and knocked him out with one punch.
Torn between being impressed with the man’s strength and anger that the man had stolen your fight you went with the only option that you could. You turned and walked out the club’s doors. Quick footsteps caught up with you.
“Wait!” he called. You didn’t listen. He grabbed your arm and made you face him, “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it _____________?”
“Do I know you?” you asked almost angrily.
The glasses came off in one smooth gesture.
Your eyes showed their recognition instantly. It was hard to forget those violet colored eyes. Slightly surprised that you hadn’t noticed his funny
My Girl - 2P!America x ReaderAl F. Jones. Blood red are his eyes, reddish-brown is his hair, and tanned is his skin. One of the most sexiest men in your high school, however he was also one of the scariest for some. He's killed many and doesn't take crap from anyone. He is 18 years old and currently has a mega crush on you, though you didn't know. He was your best friend and your crush. The both of you had met in the second grade.My Girl - 2P!America x Reader in Romance More Like This
You happily skipped over to a slide and waited for your turn. You were as happy as can be, your (e/c) gleaming. You stood in front of the slide and you were about to go down until, a boy named Eduard von Bock, pushed you. You tumbled down the slide, hearing your leg snap from the impact you made with your body weight, hitting the metal slide. You finally made it to the bottom falling on your face in the dirt. You wailed, at the pain in your leg. And the bruises on your body. A boy named Al F. Jones had seen the whole thing and ran over.
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You glared at the paper that had the assignment on it. Another project, honestly?! Your history teacher was killing you with all these projects! Why couldn’t you just learn the information then take a test, like normal classes? Oh, no, the projects were your tests. The class wouldn’t like it if he just gave out a test, blah, blah, blah.
You supposed it wasn’t just the project that was working your patience. Another part was the crowd of your classmates that decided to huddle around your desk, asking time after time, student after student, if you’d be their partner.
“Why would I be your partner?” You wanted to say to them, “So I can do all the work?”
But, of course you wouldn’t say that to them. Being known as one of the nicest and smartest people in your school was a good title to have, in your opinion. As such, you wanted to keep that title, so yelling at your classmates was simply
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"I'm at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I've spent on you "
"Ugh, idiot, pick up!" You glared at the number keys on the payphone you'd been standing at for what seemed like hours.
You slammed the phone back against the hook and groaned up at the gray sky. "I'm not inserting another coin, because I have no more. No change, a dead phone, a rainy day, and an ex who won't answer me."
You rested your forearms against the payphone, and then rested your head on your arms. "What am I supposed to do ?"
You sighed. Looked like you'd be walking two or three miles in the rain. It thundered, making you jump. Okay, you'd be running two or three miles in the rain.
"Where have the times gone? Baby it's all wrong. Where are the plans we made for two?"
You recalled the last time you had been in a situation relevant to this. Except then, Alfred was there. He'd given you his coat, claiming a hero would always save a damsel in distress.
With tears welling
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"Hey, hey (y/n)." A voice said from the seat behind you. You knew that voice. It was Alfred's. Why was he speaking to you? The two of you were far from friends.
"What?" You asked, without turning to look at him. You just wanted to focus on your notes.
"Can I borrow your notes after class? I suck at math." He said, and you finally turned around and gave him a reproachful look. You knew he was terrible at math. That didn't mean you had to help him.
You sighed, shaking your head and turned back to face the board. It was only the beginning of class, he still had time to take his own notes if he wanted to. Besides, it was the last class of the day, he could always take his books home and read the chapter your class had gone over today. You rolled your eyes. Yeah, if he wanted to.
You didn't know Alfred too well, but you could tell he exactly the kind of guy to go home and study.
You were surprised when he approached you as you were packing your things in y
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Peeking around the corner of the hallway, you sighed in relief that he wasn't standing there, waiting for you. It wasn't uncommon for you to find him standing around every corner, just waiting for you to approach him, a cocky smirk on his face. His words were dripped with venom, no matter how sweet. You knew he didn't want you to be with you, he wanted you so that he could make Alfred feel pain. You laughed bitterly at the thought of him truly wanting to be with you . No, he was keeping you away from Alfred, to teach him some sort of lesson, maybe, or possibly just to hurt him. Though part of you knew that he also got joy from hearing you scream, or watching you bleed, not just the tears you shed, or the unheard cries for help to Alfred. You shook your head. He wasn't jealous when you pleaded for Alfred, or when you spoke of him; it just annoyed him more.
Walking into the kitchen of your apartment, you looked around, surprised that Al wasn't waiting
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Alfred just stood there, speechless. He couldn't believe this. Wait; yes he could. Of course, this was Al's plan. Alfred glanced down at Arthur who was helping (y/n) up from the ground. He narrowed his eyes. Did he hurt her like that all the time?
"So, Alfie, aren't you excited to be having a new buddy in your home? It'll be like a sleepover-- a party all the time," Al's words dripped with venom. The tension in the room was more than tangible. He gulped. Should he just stand there? What-- he didn't know what to do.
"Al, drop the gun," Yeah, that's what he wanted to say. Be the hero, take Al down, and just hold (y/n) forever--
"Quit daydreaming, loverboy," Al's fist had collided with Alfred's face. He glared up at him.
Dude, what was this guy's deal?
You stared at the scene before you in shock. First Al holding a gun to Alfred's head, now he was on the ground after getting punched by him. You tried to swallow the knot in your throat, but you couldn't take it. You almost… You a
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You sighed, laying on the floor. You were bored. Which wasn't exactly what you would call a rare occurrence, but now was an especially horrible case of boredom. You were home alone, nothing to do. No friends over, nothing. You couldn't even gather the energy to climb onto the couch to watch television. Even Alfred would've been ashamed of your laziness.
But you couldn't help it! Feliciano had just been over, who was always entertaining, but he always seemed to tire you. And, not only that, but when he left, your house always felt like it was empty, like something was missing.
Oh, yeah, something was missing.
You sighed again, this time even more exaggerated. You somehow gathered the energy to roll over onto your side and reach for your phone and scroll through the contacts. You thought about calling Feliciano and telling him to come back, but when he left he and his brother had been fighting. Though, that occurrence was about as rare as your boredom.
Instead of call
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"Come on, Lovino! Just admit it! You like (y/n), don't you?" Feliciano pestered his older brother.
"No, I don't! Now shut up! I hear enough of that crap about her from Antonio!" He shouted back.
You giggled as you heard the two Italian brothers arguing again. It was cute, as long as Lovino didn't get too angry and start to get violent. You quietly walked up behind them, and jumped in between to the two.
"Hear enough crap about who?" You asked, genuinely curious.
Lovino looked away, in an attempt to hide his blush. Why was he blushing, anyway? He didn't like (y/n) at all! "Nobody." Was all he said.
"Well, you had to of been talking about somebody, right Feliciano?" The younger brother began to get nervous when he saw his brother shoot him a glare that said he'd pay if he told her who they'd been talking about.
"Uh Nope! It was nobody, (y/n)." He muttered.
You sighed. Now you really wanted to know. You had considered for the longest time that maybe these con
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"Hey, Matthew!" You yelled as you jogged down the street to see your friend who was, as usual, practicing his hockey skills.
"O-Oh, hi, (y/n.)" He said quietly, pulling his gaze up from the tennis ball he had been using as a makeshift puck. "What's up?"
You smiled. "I just finished my homework, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park or something you know, hangout."
You could have sworn you saw a tiny pink blush creep up his cheeks when he muttered a quick, "Yeah, let's go," before running his hockey stuff inside.
At the park, Matthew felt as though the two of you were in some sort of movie montage, sitting on the swings, you making him push you on the swings, eating ice cream, even playing on the playground as though you were little kids.
Matthew smiled at the picture of you two he had taken on his phone, you had begged him to go down the slide with him because you were 'scared', and once at the bottom, both of you snapp
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You swallowed hard and reached into the hat and pulled out a pale pink piece of paper. You smiled. Who could this belong to? Had to of been a guy who either had pulled the short straw and gotten stuck with it, or had chosen it willingly. What man would have-
Feliciano jumped up.
So much for a soft guy who was willing to show off his feminine side only to you, blah, blah, blah.
Some people snickered, others looked jealous, and Greece was sleeping. As usual.
Feliciano grabbed your wrist, yanked you off the ground, and pulled you towards the closet, seeming a bit more excited than you would have preferred him to be.
"Okay, kiddies, let's not get too crazy, all right?" Alfred said, lightly pushing the two of you into the closet.
You scoffed. Yeah, right. Like I'd ever do something like that with Feliciano, of all people.
You sat down on a box that you felt near you, figuring you'd just be sitting there for the next seven minutes. You could
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Alfred kept his face covered by his hands, refusing to move them. He sighed yet again, wondering what he should do. He glared at the floor, unmoving from his spot on his couch. He had no clue where (y/n) was. He knew that she was with Al somewhere, but he didn't have any clue as to where that could be. He just hoped she was alright, and didn't hate him. That would tear him apart. He knew she had to of been upset with him, that much he expected. He was angry with himself, for not being able to help her. He hated Al with all his heart, and knew he had to of done something terrible to her by now. Alfred shook his head, pushing away the terrible thoughts. Some hero he had been, he hadn't done a thing to try to help her. But he also had no way of reaching her, her phone had apparently been shut off, no way of knowing where she was, and no idea what he could do to save her. Looking up, he remembered how perfect things had been before Al came into the picture.
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Alfred stared at the computer screen with a not so amused expression. It was another photo his friend Oliver had taken with his "Oh so perfect family" he had. Well, that's what the cupcake freak call's his family. He glanced at the almost mirror imagine son Oliver had. Except his son had the eyes of his mother. A disgust tone trickled from brunette's throat and closed the window. He couldn't take anymore of this cutesy shit. But somehow he was slightly envious of what Oliver had. A beautiful wife, a good home, a decent job, a smiling son.
Years ago this would make the American's head turn away and sneer at the thought, but now. Being older, he felt a bit lonely and yearned for the same kind of thing. Not that he would openly express this to anyone. Especially Oliver, he wouldn't leave him alone if he told him that.
The phone broke him from his thoughts and leaned back from his chair to look at the caller ID. What a surprise. It was Oliver to give him a call.
Alfred rolled his
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You sat in the principal's office with your parents not believing in what you were hearing. " Are you joking with me? Am I in trouble? Is this a prank?" you asked almost going to cry your 7 year old heart out. The principal blinked not understanding your emotion to the news. "They are switching you out of the normal classes to go to Special Ed honey." Your mother explained. "B-But why?" You almost cried.
A cough interrupted you. The principal handed a few papers to your parents. "Your daughter has Developmental reading disorder, also called dyslexia, is a reading disability that occurs when the brain does not properly recognize and process certain symbols. It's nothing major. She just need a little extra help with her reading skills." The principal simple put.
Your parents nod. "___________, It's recess. How about you go out a play while I discuss this with your parents" The principal smiled. You nod wiping the tears from you face.
'Why me!' You cried in thought. 'I don't want to be st
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You stood there glaring at your boyfriend, You were a mess from cooking dinner. He was playing that Black OPS on his Xbox 360. He has completely zoned out. He hasn't spent a single minute with you. That's all he played for 3 weeks straight. Minus the eating, short naps, potty breaks and quick showering.
You sigh giving a fake smile "Alfie come to dinner please." you offered with optimism.
He paused his game and stared at you in a zombified state. "Eh? Oh... Just bring the grub here babe!" He grinned. You frowned "No, come to the table to eat" You pouted.
"Aw come on _______! I'm on round 45!" He whined.
You couldn't take it anymore. "Alfred! Table! Now! Stop being a jerk!"You demanded. He just flinched. You stomped toward the Xbox 360 turning it off. Earning a certain yelp from Alfred. "Dude! Not cool!" He shrieked.
You didn't care at this point. You were fuming with anger. "You've been playing that game endlessly! I like video games too but this is just.... UGH!" you yell holding you
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[Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Howling For You! Chapter 4]
Mathew stood idly by the door as his brothers left him with you. You regained composer and put on a genlte smile "Uh, so Mathew. You're a Werewolf too?" you spoke a bit awkwardly. He nodded still standing..
'I guess he's kind of shy..' you thought.
His hand fiddles with a couple of bags in his hands. It would only be polite for you to carry them to the guest bedroom.
You went over across the livingroom grabbing the bags from his hands. "Eh! W-Wait no I'll carry them! I would F-Feel bad to let you carry this stuff." He stuttered grabbing the other end of the bag. His voice was quiet compared to Alfred's. You put on a big polite smile. "It's alright Mathew, you're my guest." you spoke kindly pulling at the bag a little. He pulled back resisting you to carry his things. "N-No __________, I got it really." he insisted.
You huffed feeling slightly irritated now. "Mathew please, I'm trying to be hospitable.." after saying that yo
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After several trips from your truck and into the cabin. You huff and sat on one of the boxes named clothes, taking a good look around. 'A little dusty, but hasn't changed much.' you thought feeling a good nostalgic vibe. The days of playing on the floor of the livingroom, drawing on the couch, eating with Grandma at the table, watching spooky movies late at night when it should of been your bed time. Oh, you couldn't forget the amazing stories she would tell before you slept. The mantel of the fireplace made you take full notice of her collect she had 'All her wolf things still here.' you thought getting back up.
You moved to the fireplace looking upon the mantel seeing little wolf figures collecting dust. You picked one up admiring it examining every inch of it.
"Wish you were still here.." you said softly.
A loud noise of something barging into the still open door. You pulled away from your thoughts almost making you drop
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The week has past and it feels like the tension since Mathew moved in has grown tenfold. Alfred was his usual self when it was only you and him, but when Mathew was around. He would go into the protective mode. You've tried to break it up between them. Not so much Mathew, but Alfred. Hell you thought you solved this problem the first night this happened.
'Alfred has no reason to be so protective of me.' you thought.
You left Alfred and Mathew at home while you worked at the bookstore.
This troubled you, what if Alfred hurts Mathew? This is like taking care of a pet dog from the new puppy you brought home.
"Yo, you working the counter?" A female voice rose out from your thoughts. You look at her. She was curvy and big like yourself and around your age. She stood 5'6 tall. Medium wavy length dark brunette hair bounced off her shoulders. She wore a black Led Zeppelin hoodie with her grey jeans and purple torn converse shoes. W
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"Grandma! Grandma!" your young form was ran into the kitchen calling for you Grandmother. She was baked some pies with the most delightful smile. She turned to her 5 year old Granddaughter smiling brighter.
"Yes, what is it dear." She smiled softly at seeing how eager your face was.
You climbed the stool to the counter shining your big curious (color) eyes. "Is there any wolves at here?". Just a few minutes before you were watching a show on Animal Planet about wolves in the forest. You scanned the room noticing your grandmother had a certain soft spot for wolves. Paintings, sculptures, blankets. She really liked wolves. So you just had to ask her.
She chuckled sweetly at how cute you were being.
Your cheeks puffed, was she not to take you seriously? "Grandma! I'm seeeerrriiouuss. You live in the middle of the forrest after all!" you whined. Again she laugh and patted your head. "Yes dear, we have wolves out here. A lot of
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You grabbed Alfred by the collor of his superman T-Shirt you bought him and turned to Mathew for a brief polite smile. "Can you excuse us for a couple minutes?" you said kindly. He nodded and you shut the door. Alfred chuckled nervously as you pulled him into the kitchen. You turn glaring into his eyes.
"Okay, what was THAT whole deal about back there? Mate!?" your voice was stern and your face was still flushed from embarrassment.
The blonde chuckled some more trying to avoid your hard glare.
Sure enough he anwsered with a loose shrug. Although, It still wasn't clear enough. "What does that mean Alfred? Anwser me." He sigh bringing his hand around the back of his neck and rubbed it gingerly. "____________, I honestly don't know what came over me. As soon as I knew there was another male in this house like me. My instincts got the best of me."
Your glare softened and sighed, but a little bit more aggravated. "Alfred have yo
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Today was a special today, well most people call it that. To you though, It was just another day of getting older. Quite the pessimistic thinking you might say. But being 21 now, single and living in a small house with a couple cats. Getting payed in a low income job as a waitress at some rinky dinky diner. Paying bills for college, paying rent to even keep this house. This was on your mind more than your own birthday. Kind of sad, but you know life was tough and you got to face that.
A buzz from your phone brought you out of your thoughts. You groan as you turn over the answer it. "Hello..?" you mumble softly clenching closer to the covers.
"DUDE, HAPPY FREAKIN 21ST BIRTHDAY!" A familiar obnoxious blonde boomed into you ear. Not like you wanted to hear anyways. Alas you hold down the urge remark on his loud voice and forced a smile. "Thank you Alfred, first as always. Now can we pick this up later? It's still far to early." you replied to your best friend looking at the clock.
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"Need for a house keeper huh?"
I read aloud from the classified ads of the newspaper. My cat Hero, who was laying in my lap against my pudged tummy. He would stretch, his cerulean eyes glancing up at me. I smile petting his head softly.
"What do you think buddy? Sound like a nice job for me to take?" I cooed sweetly as I sctratch behind his ears. The Main coon purred in delight. He let out a happy meow in response. "Well okie dokie then! I shall take up the job!" you declared posing, pointing at the air at really no where. Hero let out a mix of a meow and pur escape his mouth cheering me on.
"Heh heh.. You're such a good boy" I said picking him up into my arms as I began to hug him.
Throughout the day I prepared anwsering from questions that might be asked in the interview. I even set Hero at the my desk, pretending to be the boss as I practiced my charismatic skills. They weren't the best, but I really wanted this job. Plus with the charm and skills, maybe this boss will look past my
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Jason sighed in a grumpy manner as his girlfriend laughed and chatted with his brother, Matt. He would rather die than admit it, but jealous. Horribly so. _______ was his and only his. Yet there she was, giggling as Matt told her stories of the two's childhood, occasionally cracking and tiny smirk.
A growl ripped from his throat as the Canadian leaned closer to his girl. Doll, can we leave now?
The brunette's love looked up at him, then glanced at the clock, her (e/c) orbs widening upon noting the time. Oh, wow, it got late, huh? Ye of course! Bye, Mathieu! she chirped, hopping up to give him a hug. The tall blonde stood and grunted as she wrapped her arms around his chest and patted her head. Bye, squirt.
As the two walked home, ______ chatted endlessly (no more coffee for her) to him. I can't believe you guys actually have always fought! I mean, I know you already told me that, but I
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Sorry if this one's too fluffy! I've wanted to do this story for a while. Every time I hear this song, I'm just like this would be so cute with Al!
Song; Hard to Love
Artist; Lee Brice
I am insensitive I have a tendency to pay more attention to the things that
Sometimes I drink to much, sometimes I test your trust, sometimes I dunno
Why you're staying with me?
The door just slammed shut. Leaving a shocked Al in it's wake. Oh how he did it now, this time he almost knew you weren't coming back. Yet why did he have this little hope, that maybe you'd come back? No, he quickly thought. Why would you came back after all he's put you through? After all, you shouted that he didn't care for you...
Al let out an agitated sigh, he knew he'd cause you to leave eventually. Though it's not like he wanted you to leave. No, not at all. In fact he loved you, more than he cou
2p!EnglandxReader Say What?!2p!EnglandxReader Say What?! in Short Stories More Like This
A heavenly scent drifted past your nose. Ah, the sweet smell of cupcakes baked by none other than Oliver. You sat at a small island table in the middle of the kitchen. Just watching Oliver bake. You never took your eyes off of him, not for one second. He grabbed ingredients from one cabinet, measured them out , then put them in the bowl, and repeated these actions. He did this with great speed, not ever missing a thing. This, in turn had you amazed. 'How could he do all of that so fast?' You thought.
Oliver began to take notice of your staring. To be honest this started causing him to get a little clumsy. You were staring at him. His long time crush, (Name), was staring at him of all things! 'Oh no! What if I do something wrong, what will she think? I just can't mess up, not with poppet watching me so closely!' He franticly thought. Oliver wasn't bound to make a mistake, besides, that would mess up the cupcakes! So, Olive
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Okay, before you read this I strongly advise you listen to the song. It sets the mood really, but if you hate country music don't listen, just read the story.
Song; Ol' Red
Artist; Blake Shelton
Well I caught my wife with another man
And it cost me ninety nine
On a prison farm in Georgia
Close to the Florida line
Well I'd been here for two long years
I finally made the warden my friend
And so he sentenced me to a life of ease
Taking care of Ol Red
You ran your hands across the prison bars. A harsh glare was always on your face since you were put in this place. It was simple how you got here really, you caught your boyfriend with another woman. You remembered that night like it just happened the morning before.
You just walked through the door. Your body ached, man your boss was a slave driver you thought. A small smile escaped your lips as you thought of how your boyfriend
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I heard the crowds cheer; for me. A sigh escaped my lips, the same thing every day. The same act, only different people. I turned my attention back to the target board. With a steady hand I raised the knife above my head. A low gasp could be heard from the crowd. They've seen me do this ten times already, they should know what's gonna happen. A quick flick of the wrist and I sent the knife flying. In mere seconds the knife hit its target. Right in the center; every time. The crowd applauded, and I turned around bowing and smiling. The usual act I tend to put up to please my fans.
"Now, who wishes to be my volunteer for the next act?" I said as happy and peppy as possible. This job has yet to kill me with this 'I have to be nice to spectators' thing. It's honestly a pain being so nice...
My violet eyes searched the crowd for any hands. None. Everyone just stared at me, Li
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Two Melodies Collide
He watched his friend intently. Her fingers switching positions at a quick pace. Never missing a chord, or note. It was moments like these he loved. Just being able to sit back and listen to her play. Sometimes he wondered if she could teach him how to play the instrument, but he quickly dismissed the thought. Running a hand through his dark brown hair he sighed, he knew the song she was playing. It was one of his favorites. He wanted to put the lyrics to the music, but something stopped him ever
Vampire!EnglandxReader: H-help me...?"Oh man! Why me?!" I ran helplessly through alleyways and streets. 'Losing this guy is harder than finding him! Man, I wish I hadn't gotten myself into this mess! I'm such an idiot!'Vampire!EnglandxReader: H-help me...? in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, if you're just tuning in, I'm currently being pursued by a blood sucking leech! My names (y/n) (l/n), and let me tell you, I'm in some deep trouble. This creature is none other than a vampire, and a very hungry one at that... What happened to get him to chase me, you ask? Well, that's easy, I just decided to take a stroll at 10:00pm, that's how! I sound kinda stupid right now, right? Well, how would you act if you had a blood sucker on your trail? Very similar, I could imagine.
"Shit!" I yelled, this is it. I ran, not even looking were I sped off to. Now, I'm stuck in an alley with a dead end... Like I said, why do I have no common sense!!!
"Well, well... What do we have here? A little late night snack?" His eyes glowed with something mighty and wicked. If it were day, I'm sure one could still see th
Werewolf!AmericaxReader What are You Eating? A nice summer evening at your place was calming and very peaceful. Well... Except when your dog of a friend decided he wanted to come over anyway... Yeah, Alfred could be a real handful you admit, but you didn't know one person who couldn't love the oaf. Save for his brother Arthur of course. Alfred was generally a really nice guy to be around. Funny and sweet, but he was a really active guy. You can easily tell this by his eyes. They were always so full of life. Though, he could fit right in with the blonde stereotype sometimes. He wasn't really stupid, just not the brightest person you'd ever met.Werewolf!AmericaxReader What are You Eating? in Short Stories More Like This
You busied yourself in your kitchen making a little snack for you and Alfred. For kicks you poured him some dog kibble in a silver pan. You quickly made your treat and scurried out into the living room were said creature was located. There looking board at the TV screen laid a dusty blonde wolf with beautiful baby blue eyes. Yes, a wolf. Alf
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You all knew this would be coming eventually! Besides I'm a brony. So it had to be done~! Muahahaha!
Clip clop, clip clop...
When you arrived at the door to your boyfriend's house that was what you heard coming from inside. We all know strange things are bound to happen at Arthur's house, but the sound of hooves hitting the floor? You stood there for a moment wondering if you should just turn around and leave. But alas, you being the good person you were decided to stay. Besides he even called practically demanding for you to come over. He said something along the lines of 'I need urgent help, and you're the only one I trust right now.' So you figured he must've done something pretty bad this time. You just hopped it wasn't like when he almost caught his house on fire...
You stood at the door for a moment longer. Contemplating on whether you should really enter or not. Even
PrussiaxPerv!BA!Reader:A Penny For Your Thoughts~A Penny For Your Thoughts, Five Bucks If They're Dirty~PrussiaxPerv!BA!Reader:A Penny For Your Thoughts~ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How This Mess Started...
Warrning Foul language, and perverted mind at work. There you have been warned! Oh yeah, hope you like being badass!)
"Dang," I mumbled to myself. 'how in the hell did I get into this?!'
There I was strolling down the hall of a new school, for the third time. You see I have a really bad time loseing trouble, trouble stalked me it seemed. My badass rep followed me, whenever I looked into one of the class rooms the teachers already shook with fear. 'Geeze, it's not like I've murdered anyone!' I thought rolling my eyes at the cowards.
Though it as much as it may anyone else, I wasn't discouraged by the teachers actions. In fact it might have only boosted my ego, forgot to
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The Fun Begins... Now!
warning: cussing, pervy mind at work, and overload of Prussia hotness!
*Time skip to next day, cuz I'm awesome like that!*
Ah, second day of school. It's a wonder I haven't been kicked out already! I made my way through the crowded halls to my locker. Quickly jaming, and geting books out. 'I'm so going to make Gil a poor man after this school year!' It was true as well, after lunch Gilbert had lost twenty bucks, and ten cents to little ol' me! He thought 'girls don't normaly go through with this,' well he was soo wrong! This girl is different from those good girls! Heck, I've been kicked out of three schools already!
"Keseseses! (y/n)! Vhat'
First Date (2P Canada x Reader)Matthew glared at himself. He finally got her to go out with him and now he had no fucking idea on where to take her. He took many chicks out, it wasn’t a big deal and he had no fucking idea why he was stressing over taking ________ out. They’ve been places alone, it wasn’t a big deal…before but now it was. He thought about the movies but nothing good was playing. He knew her long enough that she hated chick flicks. Maybe a dive bar, he could get in no problem but then there’s the other shit like him getting into a fight and she getting hurt. Maybe bowling that could work.First Date (2P Canada x Reader) in Romance More Like This
“Why don’t you take her to the movies?” he jumped. Artie was looking over his shoulder. He scowled at him.
“Nothing good is playing,”
“Ooh! How about that nice looking movie about boy meets girl?”
“She’d kill me, she hates those lovey dovey chick flicks and I don’t want to be around all that estrogen,”
Alfred's Girl (2P FACE x Readers)Alfred groggily went downstairs. He didn’t know how fucking tired he was until he came in late last night. He yawned and smelt something delicious. __________ was on the couch drinking coffee and had made him breakfast. He had to admit, he loved having her living here with him. It was better than having some random cunt every week coming by and she actually worries about him. Last night when he got in, he was thrilled to have something to eat and someone play cards with. He had spent the earlier half of the night beating the shit out of, killing, and getting the fuck out of dodge. He was covered in blood and it didn’t seem to bother ________ either way. After that shit with Ivan, he guessed she had an idea what he did every day. He cleaned himself before eating. The last thing he remembered was dozing off on the couch while they watched TV. She must have hauled his carcass to bed. She didn’t notice him coming in. She was obliviously drinking her coffee and watching TVAlfred's Girl (2P FACE x Readers) in General Fiction More Like This
Joyeux Anniversaire (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader)Francis sat in his study. He glared at the calendar. His birthday was coming up. He hated birthdays. He didn’t mind getting older without the notions of everything that came with it. No longer relating to anyone, no longer being able to enjoy solitude, no longer being able to join new things without being the older or senior of anything, then again he was jaded. He lived his life and he was actually okay with getting old without people thinking you’re suppose to act a certain way. He sighed and got up. He went towards the mirror. He was still a handsome man, bored as fuck but handsome. Since he couldn’t see Francine, he never thought he would ever be able to even smile again yet here he was, oddly okay with life now. He remembered the days where she could try to make his birthday special, special supper, special cake, special outing, hotter than hot sex and then sleep, that’s all he needed. He smiled at the thought then felt sad again. No one to fuck and no oneJoyeux Anniversaire (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader) in Romance More Like This
Somewhere I Belong (2P F.A.C.E. x Child!Reader)Francis Bonnefoy was badass, the definition and what many thought a badass would be. In fact, he was so powerful, he controlled most of the underworld’s dealings from extortion, blackmail, kidnapping, prostitution, and even drug trafficking. His papa, Gaul, was tough and made him tough. No one dared fuck with his Papa. Francis grew up to be a badass, had an empire of his own, and a wife. However, something changed, something major that he couldn’t take back. He had a son. He didn’t know HOW he got there, he didn’t know WHY, but it didn’t change the fact that he had a son and a single father. He wasn’t kid friendly to begin with. It wasn’t like he didn’t like Matthew; it’s just that he couldn’t be around him for a long time. He ruined the boy’s life. He knew what he had to do. There weren’t many places that he or Gaul hadn’t had groups in. However, there was man who knew whom he knew would be about for him.Somewhere I Belong (2P F.A.C.E. x Child!Reader) in Drama More Like This
Riding Hood and the Wolf (2P Germany x Reader)Once upon a time, there was a young woman. She was good-looking girl with (e/c) eyes and lovely (h/c) hair. She was known around the city as the girl with the bike. She made a good reputation as being the fastest cyclists around. In her high school years, she loved nothing more than to drag race, play chicken, and be absolutely reckless with her life and her bike. In fact, when she was still active, many gave her the nickname Riding Hood, because of red jacket and helmet she used to wear was the only thing that bikers saw in the night. Even when she got out of school she became something of a legend and still dragged from time to time in neighboring cities. However, that all stopped when her grandpa died from illness. They were close, he was her mechanic, he taught her how to upgrade her old bike, and fiddled with things to make it the fast thing on the road. Since then, she settled down. She became a high end delivery woman, with the task of delivering high end and expensive cargo toRiding Hood and the Wolf (2P Germany x Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
Best Birthday Ever! (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader)By his humble request, Artie was going to have birthday party. He wanted his whole family to come and gave them the Artie guilt trip, into going. Meaning, he gave them each the puppy eyes and threatened he’ll show them his entire collection and carousel of pictures of their lives and his childhood. Needless to say, they all came. He asked Matthew to bring his girlfriend, _________. He liked having her around. Matthew didn’t mind, she actually made this shit tolerable.Best Birthday Ever! (2P F.A.C.E. x Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
“So…what did you get Artie for his birthday?” she asked.
“No fucking clue,” said Matthew, “I just grabbed the first pink and blue thing I saw and came over to pick you up. I think it’s a tablecloth or something. What did you get?”
“Oh, I found a recipe book of desserts from all over the world. I hope he’ll like it,”
“Thanks for inviting me,”
“Pfft, he was the one who nagged me to bring you,”
The Beilschmidt Gene (2P!Germany x Reader)Tom was in trouble. Yes Tom, her good little boy. ________ little quiet baby was in trouble at school and for once it wasn’t his brother. Mrs. Stevens, his teacher, was waiting in the classroom. She wanted to see both parents.The Beilschmidt Gene (2P!Germany x Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Beilschmidt, thank you for meeting with me today. I’m here to discuss Thomas with you,”
“Ja, what is it?” said Lutz looking at his son. He sank lower in his seat.
“It’s nothing serious but it has becoming a bit of a problem. He’s a quiet young man, excellent student and has given me no gray hairs, compared to Franz. But lately, he’s been pinching a certain area,”
“Thomas, do you mind, leaving the room for a few moments sweetheart?” Tom looked at his parents and hopped off the chair and scampered outside. Mrs. Stevens looked at them, “He’s been pinching and slapping behinds,”
“W-What?” said _________
Babe and Dude (Child!2P!America x Child!Reader)He needed a place to hide and what better place to hide in than in the deepest and most quiet part of the library. Alfred was soon surrounded on both sides by various colored glossy books and he lifts his hands to gently touch each and every row of book, his finger gliding across the spines of each book until he reaches the end of the rows. Turning a new corner he had his head bowed until he looked up and noticed a girl sitting on the floor with small stacks of thick books surrounding her, she also held a book in her hands with the image of a deserted beach overlooking the ocean with a pirate ship in the background. Alfred could see how wrapped up this girl was into her book which gives him the opportunity he needed to take in her appearance; to him he had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. Well his life up to this time.Babe and Dude (Child!2P!America x Child!Reader) in Romance More Like This
The girl had (h/c) hair tied up into two cute pig tails one which dangled over her shoulder the other was resting against the side of her neck. She
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Matthew walked in and stretched. He finally tracked, took down, and beat the shit out of a poacher he’s been hunting for well over a week. He didn’t know when he would be back but it felt good to come home to someplace warm. Not to mention being greeted to his girlfriend, who was wearing his sweat shirt, eating pancakes, and watching TV with Kumajiro on her chest. She smiled when he came in.
“You’re back!” Kumajro hopped off her and trotted to him. She flung her arms around him and kissed him, “Did you catch him?” he didn’t say anything but presented her the poacher’s infamous machete.
“He’s compost now,”
“Ooh, I like this one,” she said looking at the machete.
“Keep it then, wash it first,” she went into the kitchen to clean it off. It became second nature for her to clean things like this for him. He, on the other hand, got a beer and sat on the couch. They’ve been
Her Initiation (2P!America x Reader)______________ ran through the streets. She was panting and breathing heavily as she ran through alleys, driveways, hopped fences, and even went into shop just to comes out of them. She looked behind her. No one was there. She pants and knew they had to be close. She looked around and made sure she didn’t leave any sort of trail. She needed to get home soon and knew she would feel safe there. She hopped on her scooter and took off, taking back ways and areas she would never have taken in her life. She couldn’t be creature of habit, then again she didn’t know she was. Finally she had it to Alfred’s home. She parked on the street and ran upstairs. She grinned and opened touched the knob. She opened the door and was immediately shoved backwards and over the railing. She screamed in surprised as she landed with a thud, actually more like someone caught her. Then she felt three pressure points on her chest and tossed and down the stairs into her last assailant. By thHer Initiation (2P!America x Reader) in Drama More Like This