2p!CanadaxReader: Terrible Bedside Manner“You’re a jerk!”More Like This
“And you’re a bit-.”
“Matthiu Williams, ___________ ____________ return to your seats!” your homeroom teacher ordered.
You scowled at Matthiu, you hated him. He was a bully, picking on people weaker than him. And for some reason he felt the need to contently be a pain in your backside. Everything from arguing with your opinion in class to calling you names while you walked down the hall.
Matthiu glared back at you. He hated you for one and only one reason. You gave him a funny feeling in his chest. You were fiery and stubborn, but kind and gentle too. He liked you, but didn’t know how to express it. He also managed to get on your bad side and he really didn’t know how to fix that.
You began to cough as you sat down.
“___________, are you alright?” your teacher asked.
“I’m fine,” you managed out between coughs.
Your teacher walked over to your seat and placed (his/her) hand on your
2p!CanadaxReader: Bodyguard Boyfriend“Hey babe,” some half-drunk guy said, sloppily walking up to you, “wanna go somewhere and-?”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!CanadaxReader: Protective“Come on, just one date,” a boy said still not letting go of your arm.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
LudwigxReader: Pregnant I opened my door quietly, hoping not to notify anyone in the house that I was home. I’d just come back from the doctor’s and my stomach was in knots. I stepped inside and set my purse down on an in table. I sighed and brought a hand to rest on my forehead. I was happy, thrilled even, but I didn’t know how Ludwig would take it.More Like This
I’d been sick for the past few days and decided to go make sure everything was alright. They told me that I was fine and perfectly healthy... and so was my baby. I was excited about a having a baby. I’d been thinking about talking to Ludwig about it, but I just wasn’t sure yet. I’d wanted to make sure he was ready, but I guess it was a little late for that.
“_______?” I froze and my eyes widened. He’d heard me come in. Thoughts rushed through my head about what he might say or how he might act. None of them were very good. What if he didn’t want the child? What if... what
Pregnant!ReaderxItaly- My BambinoMore Like This
“Come out! Come out! Please come out!” Italy said as he rested his head on your swollen belly.
You smiled and ruffled your husband’s hair, “Feli, he or she will come out when they are good and ready. You can’t rush these things.”
“Awww….But I’a want to see our little bambino!”
You shake your head. You and your husband, Feliciano Vargas, who was in fact the very personification of the country of Italy, were expecting your first child. The two of you were supposed to be watching (insert favorite movie), but Italy was more interested in
talking about your soon to be born child.
“(y/n), I’a really wish you would’a let the doctor tell us if mio bambino was a ragazza or
a ragazzo!” Italy said sitting up to look into your (color) eyes with his amber ones.
“But then it would not be a surprise! And I thought you loved surprises, Feli?”
He pouted, “I love surprises! But…Veeee…..I&
SS Comfy Bed (Werewolf!2p!CanadaXReader)Lycanthrope, more commonly known as werewolf. Men with the ability to turn themselves into wolves. Transform and howl at the full moon which occurs only once every lunar month.More Like This
Weakness; silver bullets and maple syrup.
Avoid; making subject angry as they become violent, same happens when subject is flustered.
Are extremely protective of chosen mate and eventual pups.
You smiled at your small, weather-beaten notebook drowsily, already knowing the contents and your meticulous adjustments off by heart. Before the buzzing alarm managed to go off, you performed the intricate dance that was a match against time, involving a stubborn button that had been beaten too many times before. After the few sleepy moments of combat, you half-mumbled a cheer of victory that succeeded in rousing the naked strawberry-blonde beside you.
A grumble that sounded like your petname was sent in your direction, whilst his calloused hands searched around for your waist. Having found
2P!Canadaxreader- an old friend“Isn’t the view from here lovely.” You said to whoever was behind you, for about half an hour you had been sitting over this cliff, the cliff you had found after walking around in the forest for quite a while.More Like This
“How did you know I was here?” A familiar voice asked, his harsh tone brought back memories.
“I heard you, look down, you stepped in some leaves.” Sighing you pointed out his error “Anyway what brings you here?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” You could tell he was scowling, he always scowled when he talked to you. Usually his expression was plain, bored. But when you were around it was almost as if he instantly stopped not giving a shit and became annoyed. Annoyed with you.
“Maybe you should…” Bringing your cheap binoculars closer to your eyes you spoke, the way you said things like that… asked such empty questions, annoyed him. Which for some reason amused you. “But I
Midnight Cravings2P!CanadaXPregnate!ReaderMore Like This
"(Y/n), wake up, we're home." Matt sighs, nudging you from the open passenger side door.
"I must have fallen asleep on the ride home again," you yawn, holding your swollen belly as you squeeze out of the car. You had been doing a lot of sleeping these past few months. And eating.
"Mhm," Matt nods, helping you through the apartment lobby and up to your home. "Why don't you just go back to sleep? I need to go back to work anyway."
Yawning again, you nod at your husband as he leads you to the bed. Instantly, you fall asleep on the mattress. Matt stares lovingly as you cradle your pregnate stomache in your sleep before leaving to go back to work.
When Matt had gotten home, you were still asleep. smiling at you, he takes off his jeans and coat and crawls into bed with you, holding you loosely as to not crush the baby. It wasn't long before he dozed off.
Matt wakes up to the smell of s
2p!Canada x Baby!Reader Unlikely PerfectMore Like This
2p!Canada x Baby!Reader
No one knows how I got her. I don't know how I ended up with her. Everyone questioned why I kept her but everyone denied that I take her to an orphanage or leave her at a doorstep. It was us against the world. But all I can say was one of those first nights was what made me choose to keep her.
I woke up in the evening from my nap to a baby's cry when I remembered I now had one to look after. Groaning and wishing it was only a long dream I slugged out of bed and went over to the makeshift crib she was in. I picked up the brat who I was to look after for the next few couple days until I figured out what to do with her.
I tried rocking her, feeding her, even changing her until I realised she was dirty and uncomfortably warm.
Realising I had to give the thing a bath and went over to the bathroom. I held her in a small bundle in one arm as I turned the knob to my kinda-sorta deep sink. The kid still cried as I was making sure the water wasn't too h