RussiaXReader~SunflowerMore Like This
You sighed and sat down as you tucked a piece of (h/c) hair behind your ear. Your two coworkers text you that they had decided to skip today in order to go shopping, leaving you all alone to run the nursery. As much as you loved Elizaveta and Felix, they were not the most responsible people. You shouldn't be surprised, they always did that. Played hooky while you covered for them. You shook your head.
Well back to work, you thought.
Nobody was looking to check out so you decided that now would be a good time to water the plants. Armed with a spray bottle and a watering can, you got to work.
You started with Marigolds, next you moved to Forget-Me-Nots. Then you watered the Lilacs, Roses, Daisies, Lavenders, Orchids, Pansy's and Poppy's. The Sunflowers were next.
You smiled. Sunflowers were you're absolute favorite. They were tall and majestic, just like Ivan. You quickly banished that last thought from your mind. Ivan Braginski was a fair haired Russian boy tha
Bedside Manner (Romano x Sick!Reader)More Like This
Waking up abruptly is usually for an especially good or bad reason. Maybe you have woken up to your alarm going off loudly in your ear, or from a pleasant dream.
In this case, it was because you woke with the sensation and an unseen assailant has carved open your belly and personally torn out your intestines, leaving behind barbed wire in their place. You can say with absolute confidence that you've had nicer awakenings.
Dive-bombing to the bathroom, you managed to get to the toilet and assume the vomiting position before your body shudders, lurching forwards. You groan in pain and disgust as last night's (you know now) undercooked chicken makes a grisly new appearances as she retch, your whole body feeling like it has recently been boiled and stuffed into a freezer, at differing intervals. You hug your duvet to your chest, eyes uncontrollably watering due to being violently sick. You keep retching, the back of your throat burning and itchy from excess saliva. As you wipe your mouth wi
Braids (Romano x Reader)More Like This
"Where did you even learn to do this, Lovi?" You asked Lovino, who sat behind you, hands holding your hair.
"Bella taught me, I guess. When I lived with Antonio. She wanted me to do hers." His reply came out muffled, due to the hair tie he held between his teeth. "And don't call me that!"
You chuckled, leaning your head closer to your boyfriend.
When you had invited him over earlier, you definitely hadn't expected this to happen. The two of you had been sitting comfortably on your couch, when you had complained about how your hair kept getting in your face. Lovino, being one of the most irritable people you knew, quickly got annoyed with your grumbling and offered to braid it for you.
You now sat with your back to him on the sofa, with his nimble fingers twisting your (h/c) hair into a smooth plait. You smiled at the slight tugs you felt on the sections that the Italian was weaving together, relishing in the feel of his gentleness.
You played with your hands, head lowered and no
Caught? (BonesXReader)You groaned as you heard a knock on the door and kicked Bones in the side to wake him.More Like This
“What?!” Bones whined.
“Door” You muttered. Bones let out a groan and went back to sleep.
“Bones it’s your bloody apartment” You looked over at him and saw he’d passed out. You rolled your eyes and knew he was faking. After a few seconds you threw on Bones’ shirt and went to answer the door. You opened it and saw one of Bones’ friends there.
“Yes?” You asked.
“Well I was looking for my friend but that can wait” Kirk grinned looking you over.
“Who are you looking for?” You sighed.
“Leonard McCoy. I could have sworn this was his place but he never has girls over so I must be wrong” Kirk replied.
“Yeah you’re at the right place” You nodded before letting him in.
“Seriously?” Kirk asked surprised.
“Yep I’ll get him now” You said before walking back in
2P!ItalyXReader: You're okay 2P!ItalyXReader: You're okayMore Like This
~Note: I liked to call the 2Ps by the 1P's human names, so please don't tell me “His name is Luciano”. I prefer to think about Italy's grandson from “To be Human”, a doujinshi on Youtube, when I hear Luciano, okay? Thank you!~
Feliciano was laying down on his messy, stained bed, flipping through the channels on his small, old TV. Nothing good seemed to be on, until he gave up and ended up watched a show called Hannibal, of which was about murder and was really dark. He munched on week-old pasta and sipped from a soda bottle that had been sitting in his room for awhile. He wasn't much for quality, and because of his rich brother, he despised anything worth over $50.
His dull, purple eyes stared at the screen, a reflection bouncing off. He would occasionally shift his spot, his dark brown-red hair moving a bit and his curl bouncing. His days were wasted away like this, unless he had to go to
KingRussiaXReader Roses or Sunflowers Chapter 17More Like This
Czar had never really hugged anyone before in his life before, it wasn't his fault that (Name) had started crying, it wasn't his fault that he hadn't known what to do... it just wasn't his fault. Czar stepped back biting his lips.
"You should probably take the rest of the day off..." He said as gently as he could. (Name) sniffed and nodded waiting for Czar to walk out. "I'll check up on you later..." With that Czar turned to leave. (Name) sighed and flopped on the bed.
King Ivan glanced around before finally looking back at his guardian. Czar had made himself comfortable opposite him and was now criticizing each and every piece of paperwork King Ivan had done.
"You know... that girl... is far too young for you..." King Ivan interrupted Czar, he stared at him. Czar blinked placing the paperwork on the desk and leaning back in his chair, Czar's expression had changed- which didn't really happen very often since
Child!CanadaXReader-Someone to Remember Chp. 8More Like This
They let you ride in the ambulance, but only because you threatened to punch one of them if they didn't let you. The entire time, you held little unconscious Matthew's hand, which seemed to be getting colder by the second, and even though the ambulance was going faster than any other vehicle on the road, the ride seemed like one of the longest you'd ever taken.
When you finally reached the hospital, Matthew was rushed inside by the paramedics. You tried to follow, but the nurse wouldn't let you. She instead led you to a waiting room, where she handed you a glass of water and tried to calm you down. You hadn't even realized you were crying until then.
You took a deep breath and sat down in one of the chairs, the glass shaking in your grasp. Your heart was still hammering, and no matter how hard you tried, it would not calm down. You waited there for a few more minutes until a nurse came oveor and told you he was in surgery. When you asked what for, s
Wedding Hell: Chapter 1 (2P Canada x Reader)Three Years AgoMore Like This
Matthew walked in and stretched. He finally tracked, took down, and beat the shit out of a poacher he’s been hunting for well over a week. He didn’t know when he would be back but it felt good to come home to someplace warm. Not to mention being greeted to his girlfriend, who was wearing his sweat shirt, eating pancakes, and watching TV with Kumajiro on her chest. She smiled when he came in.
“You’re back!” Kumajro hopped off her and trotted to him. She flung her arms around him and kissed him, “Did you catch him?” he didn’t say anything but presented her the poacher’s infamous machete.
“He’s compost now,”
“Ooh, I like this one,” she said looking at the machete.
“Keep it then, wash it first,” she went into the kitchen to clean it off. It became second nature for her to clean things like this for him. He, on the other hand, got a beer and sat on the couch. They’ve been
Canadiens Vs Canucks Sudden Death: PruCan'Scheisse,' Gilbert cursed to himself. How could he forget about today? He usually tread carefully on days such as these, sneaking downstairs for a beer every once in a while, avoiding the Canadian as much as possible. If Matthew caught him then he would be trapped for the remainder of the evening.More Like This
He was standing in the kitchen, beer forgotten in his hand, a Canadian bustling around him excitedly. Matthew was grabbing all the snack food they owned. He was wearing his normal jeans with a large blue and white jersey one. Today was the big game between the Montreal Canadiens and the Vancouver Canucks and Gilbert just happened to live with the world's biggest hockey fan.
As Matthew carried the many bowls of food out into their spacious living room Gilbert fished out his phone and send a quick text. To Al: help me!!
He didn't have to wait long before it buzzed back. To Gilbo: What do you need?
To Al: Come and save me! Keep me company!!
To Gilbo: Why do you need----
ScotlandxReader Pocket watch FinalScotlandxReaderMore Like This
These are the human names I'm using for the Kirkland Brothers :3
North Ireland- Sean
You stared across the table at Allistor. He glanced at you, then looked down, shame in his eyes.
Colin had finally gone back to sleep. It disheartened you to see how much hate and contempt he felt for his father.
He flinched like he had been shocked.
"Why did you come back? You know your brothers are trying to keep you away."
He nodded, avoiding your eyes. You sighed, hunching your shoulders.
How awkward could this get?
"I know I already said it, bu' I'm sorry."
"An' I know tha' you an' Colin have every right ta' hate me."
You crossed your arms, avoiding his eyes. "He'll get over it."
Or he might not, but you didn't th
Sherlock x John Part 1Shaking with shock, but trying desperately to hide it from his keen eyed companion, John Watson glanced at Sherlock, his long stride easily putting distance between them before Sherlock would glance back and casually slow his pace to match John's shorter one. John clenched his jaw to stop it from trembling and clenched his hands into fists. His pace slowed as he remembered what had just occured not that long ago...More Like This
2p EnglandXreader: Not HumanMore Like This
Warning: Good old fashion creepy 2p.As much as I love reading stories where the 2p are nice a sweet or something, I think I much prefer them to be creepy as *BEEP*.
You have been warned.
“Crap…” you mumble to yourself as you scanned the crowd. You and your friends had gone to the mall together, but upon entering you had lost track of them. You had all agreed that if you were separated that you would meet up at a particular place, but as you began to wander around, you soon realized that the decided store was not only out of sight, but also you didn’t know what you were looking for.
Something sweet filled your senses, something sickeningly sweet. You searched around for the source but found nothing that would seem to claim the smell.
“Are we lost poppet?”
You spun around to see a strange freckled man sitting at a table that was covered in Easter colored cupcakes. He sat in front of a bakery with his hands folded neatly in
2p!Canada x reader-You wanted to meet my family...You and your boyfriend, Matt sat in your apartment's living room, cuddled up on the couch just watching television. Your hand felt around in the bowl of chips between the two of you. As the show went to commercial, you went to your thoughts for a minute and a weird one came to you. You turned to Matt, "Hey. When can I meet your family?"More Like This
He looked down at you, "...Why would you want to do that?"
You smacked your teeth, "Cause! We've been dating for like three months and I haven't met any of them! You've met all of my family."
He sighed, "It's just...they're weird."
You pushed his shoulder playfully, "Aww. I don't care about that! I just want to meet them! I'm sure they're not as bad as you make them out to be."
"They are that bad."
"Come on!" you sit up a bit straighter, "You've only told me their names. It would be nice to know the people related to my boyfriend."
"But you can't just meet them!"
"I can't?" you crooked your head.
"You have to prepare for something l
No Haircuts (A 2p!Hetalia Fanfic)More Like This
Summary: nine-year-old 2p!Antarctica is absolutely sick of long hair and wants to cut it more then anything. Unfortunately her and 2p!England don't see eye to eye on this situation and refuses for her to make it short. What will happen when she decides to defy the cupcake freak?
WARNING: Contains domestic corporal punishment, mild language, and some innapropriate humor.
2p!Antarctica flinched as Oliver brushed through her long midnight black hair. “England it hurts!” she whined as he attempted to untangle a thick knot. The perky Brit tsked.
“I had warned you about playing outside with Allen. If you had been more careful and refrained from climbing trees your hair would be fine,” he reminded the nine-year-old, “Now hold still! I can't get a hold of it when you're jerking around.” She yelped as her her head jerked back from the force of the brush tearing
My Sunflower (Russia x Shy!Reader)More Like This
You climbed up the hill and sat down. You raked your fingers through the grass blades and stopped when your pointer finger touched a small white flower. A small smile tugged on your lips.
'Maybe I should make a flower crown for big brother Iggy,' you thought as you began to pick some flowers. You connected the small stems together in a circle, adding another purple flower to complete the flower crown. You placed it on your head and let a cute giggle escape your lips.
A certain male Russian happen to pass by the hill you were perched on, as he was going home from a walk. He spotted your figure on the hill and a childish smile crossed his lips. He crept up behind you.
You yelped in surprise when a pair of large arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You slowly craned your neck to look behind and gulped when you saw Ivan.
"I-Ivan?" you stuttered. The big Russian male was your crush, but you were scared of him at the same time. Not too mention his obsessive sister made you
Dark Owner! 2p! England x Human Pet! Reader P3More Like This
Riddance of Wild Humans Thanks to One Man (Source- 'News Today' Article by Noelle Van Burgh)
It is reported today that a recent infestation of disease-ridden humans has been successfully captured by none other than the locally famous Oliver Kirkland. When asked how he possibly did it alone, he answered, 'It's simple once you figure them out. Then again, they seem to all have different thought processes. Sometimes they'll all split up, sometimes they'll all group together. This time they all split up. I was able to capture them all without much effort." He also wanted to say that if anyone notices suspicious activity to contact the Human Control Center immediately. The earlier, the better, they say.
You blinked awake and sat up, stretching. You must have fallen asleep. You rubbed you eyes and looked outside, noticing that it was late afternoon, about 3 o' clock. There was a small tray on your nightstand, a cup of (hot beverag
Freedom: Pirate!England X Reader 11 (Final)More Like This
The alarm clock began to loudly play the screamo version of Milkshake, causing _______ to yelp in surprise, sitting upright. It took her a moment to fully wake up, and get her breathing pace back to normal. With that settled, she flashed a quick glare to her iPhone and pressed the snooze button to shut off the song. She stretched her arms upwards and yawned quietly, sleepy (e/c) eyes scanned her surroundings as if to make sure that this was her condo. Yes, condo. The year being 2013, condos were the most popular dwellings on the market, especially in London.
_______ sighed sadly, remembering that this was her first time back to London after 300 years. She’d had the life she always wanted. Never staying in the same place for more than a few years, traveling around the world, seeing new places. The only thing she didn’t have was certain pirate by her side. Arthur never came back for her, and it took _______ four years to r
Cleverbot: Become One? No thanks....User: Kolkolkolkolkol.More Like This
User: Is this Lithuania?
Cleverbot: No it is Natalia.
User: O__O NYET!
User: Dont become one with me!
Cleverbot: I won't if you won't.
User: Get away Belarus!
Cleverbot: You hurt me!
User: You hurt me!
Cleverbot: No, you hurt him.
User: Belarus your crazy!
Cleverbot: I love russia.
User: Well I dont love you Belarus! -crys in corner holding pipe-.
Cleverbot: Big Brother?