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.
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
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.”Harmless Teasing: 2p!America x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
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
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
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,
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
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, _____!”
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
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
Sleep: 2p!England x ReaderWARNING: There's no swearing, cuz it's Ollie, but there is implied smexiness.Sleep: 2p!England x Reader 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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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) 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!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: 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!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!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!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!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
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
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: Secret Admirer2p!CanadaxReader: Secret Admirer in Romance More Like This
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!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!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
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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
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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 (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 (3)---Flashback---2p!AmericaxReader-Change (3) in General Fiction More Like This
“Ugh! So bored,” you said with annoyance. At times you wanted to own a remote control that can fast forward through life’s events. If that would be real it would be sold out already. But sadly, science still hadn’t advance that much.
Looking at your cellphone’s time, you sighed, “Ten more minutes before class, what to do?”
‘Why don’t you make some friends?’ the cheeky voice of your only friend, Arthur, rang inside the back of your mind. ‘I’m fine on my own…” you thought.
You looked up at the sky, it was oddly sunny out just perfect for a little picnic. Sadly, you needed to go to classes. The school’s courtyard was filled with other students and being the anti-social independent girl you are you chose to stay away from them and stay at your little corner of the courtyard. You liked your corner, the grass was always fresh and cut, the shade was just perfect and the best of al
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!America x Bullied!Reader: Unexpected2p!America x Bullied!Reader: Unexpected in Romance More Like This
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 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
Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: PrologueWerewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Prologue in Romance More Like This
[Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Howling For You! Prologue]
"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
Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Ch. 1Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Ch. 1 in Romance More Like This
[Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Howling For You! Chapter 1]
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
Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Ch. 6Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Ch. 6 in Romance More Like This
[Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Howling For You! Chapter 6]
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
2p!England x Chubby!Reader [Request]2p!England x Chubby!Reader [Request] in Romance More Like This
"So are you going to tell him or what?" Alice asked you as she took her seat beside you on the usual bench spot during lunch time.
You look at her rather confused. "Tell what?" you asked innocently while biting the straw of you juice box. She scoff and pointed to the Strawberry blonde british teen. His name was Oliver Kirkland and he was your biggest crush. "Are you going to ask out my cousin or not!" You squeak covering her loud mouth. "Dude! Don't yell that out loud!" you begged. She sighed pushing you chubby hands away.
"_____________! Stop being so shy and ask him already." She insisted.
You shake your head. "N-No, I mean..." you look down. "He won't accept my feelings in return.."
Alice cocked a thick eyebrow. "_____________.. Is it because you're insecure about your weight?" she blurted out.
Again you squeak covering her mouth. "You really have a big mouth!"
Alice shovered your hands away once again, a little more irritated. "You twit! I'm just wondering!" she snapped. You put yo
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I guess people has always found you intimidating, you try interacting with others. They're either scared away or they out right tell you to go away.
It's been this way ever since you could remember.
Yes, you had your parents and other family members that still loved you. They were your closest friends..
You wore things that made you look the way you were and frightened people. Your (color/length) hair was always messy and in your face all the time. You looked like something that came out of a scary japanese horror movie.
When you walked up to people with the way your hair was. They found it creepy. Even when it was something as trival as asking for simple directions.
You couldn't afford wearing all those cute clothes other women wore. Being a college student and all, and you couldn't style your hair to save your life. Plus you were perfectly comfortable just wearing old torn baggy jeans and T-shirts with a oversized hoodie over it. It made you look smaller, consideri
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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
America x Shy!Reader: Office Jitters [Request]America x Shy!Reader: Office Jitters [Request] in Romance More Like This
Today I was going to talk to him. I mean for real talk to him. I'm going to talk to Alfred F. Jones. Pretty much the office hottie. Although I liked him more than just his appearance. He was pretty much the perfect guy. Well, to me that is.
I glided my office chair back and forth. The anxiety was building up.
I've only talked to the guy a few times. Only by accident of bumping into him or asking him for a pen. I was always this shy towards everyone., but with him. I feel as though I'm going to have this huge anxiety attack. It happens rarely, but when it does. It's kind of scary. My muscles tighten around Alfred. My voice is barely audible when I'm near him.
No, I wasn't scared of him. I just get tense around him. I really did like him.
Alfred was the most popular co-worker at the office. Especially around women. He is always loud, enthusiastic and optimistic about everything and a self proclaimed "Hero".
I giggle at the thought. I loved it when he called himself the hero.
Alfred had t
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[Werewolf!America x Chunky!Reader: Howling For You! Chapter 5]
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
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
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,”
Take Your Child to Work Day (2P!F.A.C.E. x Reader)“Maman! Look!” ____________ looked up. Her little one grinned and brought over a little duckling. He was beaming at her with large (e/c) eyes. She smiled at him. He looked just like his father. It was hard to believe he was growing up so fast. He was a sweetheart with a sweet face and blond hair, even a familiar hair curl. Today was Take Your Kid to work day. First thing that morning, they prepared breakfast together. Then they spent the greater half of the morning being a getaway driver for Francis. Now they were resting at the local pond for a small picnic lunch, “Can we keep it! Please?!”Take Your Child to Work Day (2P!F.A.C.E. x Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
“Sorry Niall, his mother is still around and I’m sure she’ll miss him when he’s gone,”
“Aww!” he resigned to put the duckling back into the pond and watch it swim about.
“You can still play with him, you just have to put him back,” he nodded and took the duckling out again and started playing with him. It was hard to beli
2P Kindertalia (2P Hetalia x Reader)It was her first assignment as a teacher. She was nervous, who wouldn’t be? She was a tutor for several years now and she was finally teaching her first class, a kindergarten class. She was excited. She loved kids. However, she was a teacher to the toughest children in school. It was hard to believe but the little kindergartners had the older children literately shaking and often refusing to leave the school until their break was over. No teacher lasted beyond a week, but ____________ was in her month now. The kids seemed to respect her for it. She loved her students as mischievous and strange as they were. She walked into her classroom. Almost immediately, she was almost beamed from friendly fire. A young brunette and a blonde were rolling on the ground beating the living shit out of each other with three younger boys taking bets.2P Kindertalia (2P Hetalia x Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
“Beat his ass Al!”
“Stab him Matt, aru!”
“Alfred, Matthew!” she immediately got between the two and grabbed their
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) in General Fiction More Like This
“Hello _______! How was school?”
“Not so good,”
Prom Night (2P Austria x Reader)___________ was glad to be back in town again. She hadn’t been there for years not since she left for college. She was actually forward to it. She’s been on tour for a year now and it was good to see where she started her music career. She came by herself. She went to see her parents, whom still thought she was a starving artist until she wrote a large check to repay them for the apartment she rented. They insisted that she stayed home while she was there but she had a better idea, the bed and breakfast in town. First thing that morning, she went to visit her old high school. She smiled fondly at the old places she used to practice but she left quickly. She found herself at Academy of the Arts where she honed her music skills. She couldn’t help but linger, even talking to Madame Collette, the founder and Headmistress of the school. She stayed there until the afternoon. She kept driving until she stopped at the Starlight Hotel. She made her way through and found theProm Night (2P Austria x Reader) in Romance More Like This
Suck-a-Thumb (2P Daddy!Germany x Wife!Reader)“MUTTI!” Tom ran downstairs and ran to his mother. Franz was laughing and holding up a pee soaked bed sheet. Tom looked miserable and was sobbing. ________ stared.Suck-a-Thumb (2P Daddy!Germany x Wife!Reader) in General Fiction More Like This
“Oh Tom, don’t tell me you had another one!”
“I-I’m sorry Mutti!” the little boy sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. ________ bent down and wiped her little cheeks.
“It’s okay dear. I know you didn’t mean to,”
“Kesesesese you’re going to have to wear a diaper again!” Franz laughed.
“Stop teasing your brother Franz!”
“But Mutti! Only babies wet the bed!”
“And suck their thumbs,” Franz stared.
“No, stop teasing your brother, he’ll grow out of it but until you’ve stop sucking your thumb, you have no right to tease him when he wets the bed. Now go play while I get Tom cleaned up,”
“Ja Mutti,” ________ sighs. Tom looked at her
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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Your parents were against it. Your friends were against it. It felt like the whole world was against it. But you wanted, no, needed it.
And what was it? Simple.
You wanted a child. Someone who would rely on you. Someone who would think that you were the best person in the world, the smartest.
So you wouldn't be lonely anymore. So you could ignore the whispers of your family and friends. And you would be lying if you didn't say that you wanted someone to who you could trust.
So, you had gone through the legal procedures, then the medical ones. A month later you where pregnant. Pregnant and happy.
The clinic called and asked if you wanted to know who the father was. You refused, preferring to raise your child to believe that she/he only had a mother.
By the fifth month you were all alone. Your parents had abandoned you and your friends had left one by one. But that was alright, because you had the baby. It would ju
Werewolf!2P!AmericaxReaderWerewolf!2P!AmericaxReaderWerewolf!2P!AmericaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You knew that walking alone in the woods was dangerous. Walking alone in the woods was down right stupid. But you didn't care, you loved walking in the woods.
The fresh air and deep night sky spattered with stars was beautiful to witness. You also enjoyed the sounds of leaves and twigs crunching beneath your feet.
However tonight wasn't like the others, you could feel it, some sort of disturbance in the forest. The birds were silent, no owls called out, no mice squeaked.
Like there was a predator lurking in the shadows. Waiting and watching. Watching you.
You shivered and turned, looking behind, sure that something would be behind you. Nothing. But dark woods and an empty twisting path. No, not so empty.
Amid the dry leaves and gnarled branches lay something small and glittering. Walking over to it, you crouched, squinting in the dim light. It was a necklace, the dainty chain curled beneath a silver charm.
RQ: 2P!AmericaxReader (With kid 2P!England)2P!AmericaxReader (With kid 2P!England)RQ: 2P!AmericaxReader (With kid 2P!England) in General Fiction More Like This
You hummed contentedly, mixing the large pot of pasta sauce. Your son Oliver stared at you, head in his hands. You flashed a smile at him and he grinned back, his large eyebrows lifting upwards.
"Yes Ollie?" You added more garlic to the sauce, slowly stirring it into the sauce. You son stood up and hopped over to you, his bright pink shorts rustling slightly.
"How come you always use the 'Safe to approach voice' around me, unless you're mad?"
You frowned at looked at him, wondering what he had meant. Your son grinned up at you, dancing around the kitchen.
"Daddy says that you use different voices depending on your mood." You watched as Oliver twirled and leaped about the kitchen. Frowning you turned back to the pot of sauce. What did Alfred mean by that?
"Ooooh. Did I just get daddy in trouble?"
"No Oliver. Go set the table, dinner is nearly ready." The lit
Werewolf!2P!CanadaxReaderWerewolf!2P!CanadaxReaderWerewolf!2P!CanadaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You hated camping, you really did. The whole, "No civilization, no toilet and no warm house" thing didn't appeal to you. Nor did the whole "Copious amounts of bugs every where."
You weren't an outdoors person. But that didn't matter, your crazy family dragged you along anyway. To a crappy cabin in the middle of the woods. For Two months.
If you forced yourself to be optimistic, you would be glad that it was a house instead of a tent. You might have been happy that there was a bathroom. But you weren't, so you didn't.
"Awww, if you feel so grouchy, why don't you go for a walk?" Your mother piped up, opening one of the boxes that held kitchen items. You looked out the kitchen window, it was dusk, slowly going dark. What a wonderful idea.
Deciding to punish your parents, you left through the back door. All you had to do was become "Lost" for an hour or so, then saunter back home. That would teach them and freak th
Werewolf!2P!EnglandxReaderWerewolf!2P!EnglandxReaderWerewolf!2P!EnglandxReader 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
Werewolf!2P!FrancexReaderWerewolf!2P!FrancexReaderWerewolf!2P!FrancexReader in General Fiction More Like This
The large wolf lying next to you was like a giant heater. You shifted, kicking the blankets off. The wolf lifted it's large, shaggy head, snuffling slightly in apology. You smiled, running a hand over it's blonde back.
Once a month this wolf would appear in your backyard, whining and snuffling. At first you had freaked out, almost calling the police. But something had stopped you. It was the wolf's eyes, dull purple pools that made you rethink about calling the police.
Now, when ever the wolf showed up, you let it in the house. It had taken to sleeping across your legs or lying with it's head on your shoulder. It also always left before you woke, leaving the strange smell of cigarettes behind it.
"Why do you come here?" You muttered, tapping the wolf's large black nose. It sneezed, making you cringe. Wiping your hand, you rolled your eyes.
"You're like a werewolf or something, I swear."
That got the wolf's atte
2P!CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You hated your job. Your boss was an ass, the work was sleep inducing and your colleges had the attention spans of goldfish. There was only one thing that got you through the day.
The thought that after work, you had a nice warm bath to look forward to. And your boyfriend, though after a long day of work, he was second to a relaxing bath.
"Maaaaaaaattie. I'm home." You trilled, kicking off your shoes and throwing your briefcase to the floor. It made a small thudding sound, nearly sending a lamp toppling over. You shuffled through the house, looking for your reclusive Canadian boyfriend.
He was nowhere to be found. Which was normal, he was always heading off to the woods. It wouldn't surprise you if he was part tree and part bear. Then again, he might be a decedent of the Yeti.
Giggling at the idea, you hurried into the bedroom. Grabbing your undergarments, you stripped, wrapping a towel around your body. You peeked into the living
Werewolf!2P!GermanyxReaderWerewolf!2P!GermanyxReaderWerewolf!2P!GermanyxReader in General Fiction More Like This
What would you do if your were trapped, face to face with a maniacal wolf?
Most people would scream, others would freeze up. It was really good you weren't most people. The moment the wolf had entered the clearing, it's teeth bared and hackles raised, your survival skills had leapt into over drive.
You had run to the nearest tree and climbed up it, moving like a monkey. The dark auburn wolf howled and snarled, trying in vain to climb after you. You stared down at it, trying not to pass out from fright.
Your heart pounded against your ribs, beating at an erratic pace. You locked eyes with the creature and shuddered. It had magenta eyes. You had heard of wolves with icy blue eyes or beautiful violet eyes, but never magenta.
Saliva flew from it's jaws at it snarled a frenzy, scratching and biting the tree. You shuddered each time the wonderful oak was jolted.
'If I live through this, I'll never use anything m
Werewolf!2P!PrussiaxReaderWerewolf!2P!PrussiaxReaderWerewolf!2P!PrussiaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
You hated werewolves. Dirty beings, half man, half animal. They went against everything your society strived for. Of course, they also hated your kind. Believing that vampires were pompous and stuck up. Sadly it was true for most of the vampires you knew.
"Really _____." Roderich huffed, sipping blood laced tea from a dainty china cup. You glanced at him, ignoring the heavy feeling of your skirts. It was uncomfortable, even for a vampire, to wear so much fabric.
"You need to choose a nest mate."
Nest mate. A stupid, bird like term. In your society, groups of vampires considered to be family were called nests. Should one break off and choose to "Marry" another vampire, then those two have started a new nest. That other person was considered a nest mate.
You had been living (Or rather existing undead) for over three hundred years. Why would you need a nest mate now? Roderich shot a dagger like look to
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Okay guys a brief explanation for why kitty Scot is such a weird cat. It's mainly because, I think that if Scotland was a cat, he'd be a hyperactive little shit. xD That's all.
Making decisions had always been a slight problem for you and today was no exception. You stared at the throng of milling cats. You could only pick one, but they were all so cute and you wanted to take them all with you. But you couldn't.
Sighing, you pursed your lips. Maybe you should come back tomorrow after you had researched the different types of cats.
Turning to Elizabeta, you smiled apologetically. "I don't know if I'm really ready to adopt a cat yet."
She nodded, grabbing a flyer off the near by wall. It explained the purpose of the shelter and the hours. You thanked her smiled, taking the flyer. When you left, you felt a small tinge of guilt for not buying a cat.
2p!America x Bartender!Reader - TroublemakerA/N: Warning, some swearing, and drinking, This is also a song fic. Song : Troublemaker by Olly Murs ft. Flo Rida I dont own anything but the plot line. Enjoy!2p!America x Bartender!Reader - Troublemaker in General Fiction More Like This
~You're a troublemaker
You're a troublemaker...
You ain't nothing but a troublemaker, girl~
You were an average girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and vibrant (e/c) eyes. Everyone liked being around you. You were always good for a laugh. But, where ever you went, trouble was bound to follow you. And that's why your friend Allistor hired you at his bar. He liked trouble. As did a certain dark haired American that walked in one night.
~You had me hooked again from the minute you sat down
The way you bite your lip got my head spinnin' around
After a drink or two I was putty in your hands
I don't know if I'll have the strength to stand, oh oh oh...~
Al strolled into the dingy pub down the street. He was already irritated due to Oliver's happiness, so he thought he needed to head
2p!America x Child!Reader - Soft Side Ch 8"In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present."2p!America x Child!Reader - Soft Side Ch 8 in Drama More Like This
------Many Years later-----
"Al I'm home!" you called stumbling into the house after a long day of high school. You were 16 years old now and currently depressed. You wore a black and red bomber jacket and black sunglasses over your eyes. Luckily they hid your red, puffy eyes.
In high school, you were fearless. You were picked on in the beginning, until you nearly killed them for hurting you so much.
"No one likes you!"
"Rot in hell!"
The girls laughed at you.
You sat on the floor outside the school after just getting the crap beat out of you. Your entire body throbbed with pain as you finally stood up. Shakily, you made your way home to Al.
You looked at a window as you walked home. You saw a large purple bruise forming around you large (e/c) eye. There was a small cut on your bottom lip and blood stains littered your shirt. You sighed inwardly to yourself and
2p!America x Child! Reader - Soft Side Ch 1A/N: this will have a touchy subject for some people, strong language, gore and just sad stuff. Don't like? Don't read! Thank you!2p!America x Child! Reader - Soft Side Ch 1 in Drama More Like This
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches
You ran. Not caring where, how fast you were going or what you bumped into.
You just ran.
"And stay up there you little bitch!" your drunken father shouted while slamming your bedroom door. You hated him. He hut you and your mother whenever he was drunk. And when he wasn't, he would ignore you both. Your mother always tried to protect you, but he was too strong.
You could hear your mother. She was crying and telling him to leave you alone. You heard her crying in pain as he hit her too. You threw your little fist against the hardwood door and shouted at him. You listen
2p!America x Child!Reader- Soft Side Ch 3*A/N just your usual swearing! Don't like? Don't read!2p!America x Child!Reader- Soft Side Ch 3 in Drama More Like This
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
Al awoke early in the morning. He felt something shift next to him. You lay there. Curled up in a small ball, clutching the blanket close to you as you rested peacefully. He sighed and took you in. You (h/l) (h/c) hair was messy and still had a trail of blood lining your hair line. For the first time, he felt something in his chest. He wanted to keep you safe for some reason. He brushed the feeling off as he rose off the bed. He glanced over at the clock with his blood red eyes.
9:00am. He sighed a threw on an old worn looking t-shirt and shredded jeans. Your big (e/c) eye opened slowly. You cutely rubbed them and sighed.
"Morning kid." Al said grabbing his bat from beside his dresser.
"Morning." you yawned. You slid off the large bed and onto the cool hardwood floor. You shuffled over t
2p!America x Child!Reader - Soft Side Ch 7It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get. -Confucius2p!America x Child!Reader - Soft Side Ch 7 in Drama More Like This
You were finally asleep as the car rolled along to smooth pavement. The sleek streets made the car seem it was going faster than it was. The bright lights of oncoming cars were blinding to the naked eye as they bounced off the water droplets that littered the atmosphere.
Your chest rose and fell and Feliciano drifted into the driveway of his home. The vines clambered up the choppy brick walls of the house.
Lovino took you in his arms and carried you into the warm home. The strong sent of pasta wafting your senses. Your large (e/c) fluttered open as you were seated on a large leather sofa.
Kiku came over to you and offered you a glass of water. His red eyes contrasting against his black hair made him look more menacing.
But, you didn't believe you could go on much longer without any water. You took
2p!America x Child!Reader- Soft Side Ch 6*A/N: Swearing and stuff! Don't like? Don't read!*2p!America x Child!Reader- Soft Side Ch 6 in Drama More Like This
“I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall
"That you killed her parents."
The words hit you like a fist. You could feel your insides trembling as millions of thoughts raced through your mind. He killed them. He killed mom.
You subconsciously gasped. Al whipped his head to see you. His eyes cried out to you, for you to understand.
"_______......" He began taking a step towards you.
Shaking, you turned and ran.
I watched ______ run for the door and exit my house. I turned back to my brother to see him smirking vengefully.
"I never really did take a shine to her." he stated.
I jumped at him and started pounding his face in with my fists. This caught him off guard. Normally we would try to kill each other, but in a sibling kinda way. But n
2p!America x Child!Reader - Ch 5 Soft Side“Fear can only grow in darkness. Once you face fear with light, you win.”2p!America x Child!Reader - Ch 5 Soft Side in Drama More Like This
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
You woke up in a room that wasn't your own. The air had the faintest smell of cupcakes.
Your big (e/c) orbs fluttered open to see an all pink room with pretty frilly sheets. You slowly sat up and found something heavy over top of you.
Al's bomber jacket.
You smiled a little and headed out of the room, jacket still on your shoulders. You skipped down the dark wooden stairs and into the kitchen to find Uncle Ollie taking a fresh batch of cupcakes from the oven. He glanced around and saw you. His blue eyes instantly lit up. He put down the tin and rushed over to you in a crushing hug.
"Good morning sweetie! Are you feeling better?" asked Oliver picking you up. You nodded.
"Yes, thank you! Do you know where Al is?" you asked curiously.
"He's not back yet, but he will be soon." he said with a sinister smile. You nodded and turned n
America x Reader - I Promise"It's over." the sandy blond man said bluntly.America x Reader - I Promise in Romance More Like This
"W-what?" you asked as tears begun to form in the corners of your big (e/c) eyes. You two were happily eating dinner at your apartment.
The American pushed up his glasses that had become askew. "I'm just not into you anymore," he rose from his chair and headed for the door. "to be honest, I never really was into you." and with those final heart crushing words, he left.
You and the American boy named Alfred have been dating for the past 2 years. Things have always gone so great! You loved him and he loved you. Or so you thought.
Now you sit in your chair. Too stunned to move or feel the hot tears running down your cheeks. What did you do? What happened to cause this?
Thousands of questions raced through your mind. You stood up and stumbled to your bedroom, flopped on the bed and cried your eyes out.
I closed _______'s door behind me and sank to the floor. I can't believe I actually broke up with her! Just because every
2p!America x Child!Reader- Soft Side Ch 2*A/N: there will be some swearing! Don't like? Don't read!*2p!America x Child!Reader- Soft Side Ch 2 in Drama More Like This
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that frightens us." - Marianne Williamson
While heading to Al's house, you had fallen asleep. He stared down at you with some respect. You didn't cry when you told him about what happened.
He reached his house only to be welcomed by yelling. Al growled low in his throat and walked into the kitchen. His two 'friends' Oliver and Matt were staying over at his house to hang out today.
Oliver had pinkish blonde hair and swirling blue eyes. He had a strange obsession with cupcakes and poison. He wore a bright pink sweater vest and a pale blue dress shirt under it.
Matt was Al's twin brother. Despite this, they had issues being in the same room together. Like Al, Matt lost his temper easily and he could kill you without so much as batting an eyelash. He wore a black leather jacket, black shades an
Bully! America x Depressed! Reader - Never ForgetA/N: kinda sorta sad and involves self harming! no like? NO READ!Bully! America x Depressed! Reader - Never Forget in Drama More Like This
"Go to Hell!"
These were the constant insults that invaded your mind every day. You don't know why everyone picked on you. Perhaps they found it fun to see you in pain. The sadistic glow in their eyes when they push you to the ground was enough to know they didn't care.
"Hey loser! Watch where you're going!" sneered a girl with blonde hair. She shoved passed you and moved towards her group of friends. They all looked at you, whispered, and laughed.
You continued walking to history class and took your usually seat in the front row. As you begun flipping through your notes, you were flicked in the back of the head. You turned around to see Alfred Jones. Oh how you loathed him. He was the first person to start picking on you. He made everyone else too. His wheat blonde hair and bright blue eyes make you t
2pAmericaxReaderSetting her suitcase down she looked around her new room, it was bleak and bland. One bed, one dresser, two drawers, one closet and a desk and a window over the bed, curtains closed. They were all the same color, white; her room was a light shade of blue and the carpet shag white. She sighed and couldn’t wait to decorate it to look like her old room back at her old home, which was across the country. Oh how she missed it so, her two friends gave her a goodbye party that still gives tears to her eyes, and her classmates did the same. It surprised her so much they didn’t even show signs of liking her in the beginning but said that without her the class would be darker without her imagination to brighten it back up again. She could cry right now just by thinking about it, but didn’t.2pAmericaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
She looked at the room even further and found nothing of interest, moving was hard even if you had something better to move to. When you been in one place for song long it gets harder to lea
2pCanadaxReader“Man when I find him I’m going to kill him bring him back to life and kill him again,” (Name) was out of breath but still continued to run throw the snowy forest. She looked to the ground and the trees trying to find some trace of her best friend Mathew.2pCanadaxReader in Romance More Like This
(Name) stopped again; she was running for who knows how long. Mathew was bigger, stronger, and smarter than (Name). He was born in this world while she was born in the city which she found to pretty annoying so she moved to the country that’s where she met him. He was blunt, rude, and sarcastic and still is. Mess with the bull and you get the horns that was Mathew whenever he got angry but not this time. This time he ran away in a huff and (Name) set out to find him but he was faster.
“Stupid tracker jerk,” she breathed. Mathew knew the woods and how to hunt though he never really did unless he had to. He was in tune with all the wild life of Canada even had pet wolf named Kuma.
2pItalyxReader(Name) tightened her apron more and grabbed her tray she went out of the kitchen and into the diner. She asked people if they were alright needed any more water and things like that. A boy about her aged called her over. He was sitting with two other boys and they didn’t have any food. She assumed that they were ready to order.2pItalyxReader in General Fiction More Like This
“Hello Sirs how may I help you?” She asked with a smile and a timid voice. (Name) was a bit shy but she still worked in a fifty’s style diner, it was good money and she knew the owner. She had friends here and she loved her work, the only problems were people like this.
The boy who called her over looked (Name) over like he was checking her out; he smirked and rested his head in his hand.
“Yeah you can help me all you want,” he said in a deep voice. (Name) shifted a little still keeping her smile as a restaurant policy.
“Um would you like to order something?” She asked.
“I don’t know boys what do you wa
2pPrussiaxReader(Name) rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. The door opened and a tall man with long blond hair and blue eyes smirked down at her. He wore and black and was muscular (Name) figured he lifted weights. She smiled and remembered she had a newspaper article in her back pocket. She took it out and handed it to him, he took it and red it over, and he smirked and leaned on the door frame.2pPrussiaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
“So you here for the job?” he asked still smirking.
“Y-Yes sir, um my name is (Full Name) and I’m twelve years old, I would be happy to baby sit your grandsons while you are gone.”
He leaned in and looked her over, “You’re a mature one ain’t ya?”
(Name) was unsure how to answer that, “Uh I’m—
“Don’t hurt yourself; you got the job okay, get in here.” The man moved to the side to let (Name) in. She stepped inside and looked at the house she saw it was just a normal house like any other. She heard someone co
2pPrussiaxReaderGilbert logged on and searched for anyone on line his heart fluttered when his eyes went over (Name)’s name. (Name) was someone Gilbert met through an online game and once the game was disbanded they still kept in touch. She was funny, creative, and nice. Gilbert loved everything about her. The problem was he never talked to her before.2pPrussiaxReader in General Fiction More Like This
Through text yes, but not through voice; from what (Name) had told Gilbert she lived with a big family many brothers and one sister. They always fought constantly and her house was incredibly loud. So actually calling and hearing each other’s voice wasn’t an option. Gilbert also had a problem he wouldn’t be able to talk to her anyway even though he really wanted to. Gilbert was a mute which meant he did no talking off any kind.
Gilbert clicked on her name and a chat window opened up his fingers hovered over the keyboard then began to type.
That’s how he started most of his conversations with her; Gi
AmericaxReaderLudwig drove up to the school and stopped the car; he turned around to his little sister (Name), “See you at home okay?”AmericaxReader in Romance More Like This
“Alright Luddy, see you at you guys at home.”
“Later sis,” Gilbert her other older brother, the eldest one, said from the passenger seat.
“Bye Gil.” She exited the car and shut the door. She waved to her brothers and they drove away off the high school, they were in their junior year and (Name) was in the seventh grade, in middle school. She walked up to her school there were many children in front commuting with watch other, people copying each other’s homework, girls doing each other’s hair and makeup, and boys doing gross stuff, just a normal day in middle school.
(Name) was looking for her two best friends Elizabeta Hedavery and Feliks Lukasiewicz, she looked over to the steps of the entrance of the school and found them sitting there, she speed up her walking and met up with them.
“Hey dudes, what
ScotlandxReaderAllistor sat in the chair constantly shifting and moving. He couldn’t sit still; he stood up and paced back and forth. He scratched his head which he only did when he was distressed. He sat back down and shook his leg; he buried his face into his hands and tried to calm his breathing down. He leaned back in his chair and groaned.ScotlandxReader in Romance More Like This
“Will you stop fidgeting, I know you are distressed but please calm down,” his younger brother Arthur coaxed. Allistor was the second born of the family after their brother Oliver, and then it was Allistor, then Ian, then Arthur. They almost never got along and constantly bullied each other over almost anything. Practically tortured each other but they were all in one place for one reason.
“I cannot help it, this is all my fault, you know. I should’ve driven her home myself,” Allistor said feeling like a complete blundering idiot.
“You can’t blame yourself for this brother, you can’t control everything,
RomaniaxReaderShe sat her luggage down on the ground; she did a little stretch before continuing on. It was a nice day pretty hot, that’s why she wore a t-shirt, a skirt, and some classic converses.RomaniaxReader in Romance More Like This
(Name) was visiting her old friend Vladimir Dimitru; they were the best of friends in their freshman year of college. They parted ways after Vladimir moved back to Romania; they met each other again after another year of college, Vladimir sent her an email witch was strange; she didn’t even tell him her new email.
“I wonder what Vladdy is doing in a castle,” she said to herself, “What if it’s his?”
She looked to the castle in the distance, and shrugged, “Well whatever Vladdy was always a bit weird.”
She lifted up her luggage again and headed for the castle, she was going to spend a week with him and had enough for that much. Romania was a beautiful place; Vladimir was born in Romania, moved to America for two years and moved back. (Name) missed him he
NordicsxLittle!Reader Bad Influence Denmark"Please pay attention, Finland's boss is a having a meeting with our bosses and we have to be there. Now, we would bring (name) but my boss said no children. Sweden and Finland are relying on you to watch her. If something happens to her just think how pissed Sweden will be okay? Let me tell you again, nobody comes over; not America or Prussia, not even Turkey. Just you here watching her okay, nobody alright? Are you listening to me?"NordicsxLittle!Reader Bad Influence Denmark in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, for the love of Odin Norge, I already had this talk with Finland and Sweden. I watched (name) before remember?" Norway grabbed Denmark's tie and started choking him with.
"That never happened, Sweden never trusted you alone with (name), EVER. He's doing it now for what reason I don't know but he is. You better not let him down or you'll never hear the end of it."
"Norge-gasp- I can't- gasp- breath."
"I won't let go until you promise me you won't let Sweden down."
"Okay-gasp-okay, I promise in Thor's hammer I won't let Sweden down."
"Good," Norway le
NorwayxReader“Good Morning boys, how was your sleep?” Tino asked as his brothers Mathias, Emil and Lukas all came down the stairs still in their pajamas.NorwayxReader in Romance More Like This
“Yeah cool, we got any milk?” Mathias asked yawning. Tino smiled and nodded he pointed to the refrigerator with his spatula.
“We have plenty today but tomorrow we have to go out and get some,” Tino was certainly the mother figure and the jolliest of their little band. Mathias the oldest of the Nordic brothers, took the milk out, he was about to drink from the gallon when someone hit him in the back of the head.
“Aw Ber, ugh geeze fine I’ll get a glass.”
“Thank you,” Berwald was the second eldest, yet he was the tallest. Berwald was a man of little words and you couldn’t read his expression, it was very rarely that he showed but when things needed to be said he’ll say it.
“So what’s for breakfast?” Emil asked sitting on the couch and turning on the TV, M