AmericaXReader - Little ThiefAmericaXReader – Little thiefMore Like This
“Geeerah! Gosh dang it! You stupid cat give that back!” You growled out.
You reached out to the big fluffy (
fat) black and white cat. But somehow it managed to slid under the couch, your favorite shirt still between its teeth.
You were placed with this friggin cat because your best friend Alfred had to go on a trip and it was his cat, and he asked you- more like begged me until I could no longer say no to his puppy dog face. ……yes….as I was saying, Alfred asked you to watch his little guy for the week. Now you really started to regret this.
You sighed in defeat as your head collided into your carpeted floor. This was the tenth time he has done this. Every morning you wake up to find some type of clothing or something missing. And it was starting to get really annoying. He would take your stuff, then hide them acting like he did nothi
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A/N: …. Welp…..I go this idea well because someone I know and cared about greatly just died, is it a bad thing that I’m venting my depression through writing? No? Kay then.
My head felt extremely light. And a rush of cool air, sounds, and lights overcome me. I let out a slurred sound and I felt a hand squeeze mine. “D-dad?” I forced out.
“Hey pumpkin. Your surgery went well. How are you feeling?” Yeah, that was my dad sitting next to me. He was the only one that called me that. I squint trying to look at him but my eyes have yet to adjust to the light. But slowly I try to sit up. Worst move of my life right there. My entire body burns in pain.
I let out a gasp as I press one of my hands to my stomach. Another wrong move. Under the hospital gown I could feel stitches all along the side of my stomach. “I-I…I don’t feel that great. W-what happened?
Why does life stop? - Outside your door - SpamanoI got this sad sad idea while listening to just be friends ;w; Why me? Why?! I LOVE THIS COUPLE ;A;More Like This
I stared at the wooden door. The same wooden door that had been slammed in my face. Right in my face by my boyfriend. But he isn't really my boyfriend anymore is he? Since he broke up with me. He broke up with me and for what reason?
''I think that we shouldn't be together anymore''
The words still rang in my ears. They wouldn't go away and they kept reminding me of what just happened. They just repeated them self over and over again tearing my heart apart slowly. Piece for piece. They didn't even make sense damn it! Why shouldn't we be together? Huh? WHY?! I love him damn it! I love him and he doesn't love me because he just... he just broke up with me.
I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes and then rolling down my cheeks in thick rivers. I pulled my hand up to wipe them away but stopped when I felt raindrops mix with my salty tears. Just great. Rain, the perf
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"B-Brother, do you have to keep following me?" Anya whimpered as she was trapped against the wall by her taller, but younger brother.
"Of course, I need to protect you." Replied the Belarusian male and he glared down at his older sister.
"B-Brother, I appreciate the thought, I really do. But I can protect myself." Anya said to her brother, trying to look up at his dark, dark eyes.
"Няма." He said flatly.
"Brother! Sister! Come on, would you? We need to welcome the new addition!" Called the oldest brother from downstairs.
"C-Coming!!" The frightened Russian woman replied as she managed to slip out of her brother's cage and run down the hall.
Nikolai sighed, once again his sister had managed to escape him. The young man with platinum blonde, nearly silver hair followed in suit of his older sister. His grey trench coat with black fur collar and black fur cuffs moved with him as he descended the large staircase to the foyer of the large mansion.
At the bottom of the
RomanoXReader Keeping PromisesMore Like This
((WARNING: CONTAINS CURSING. But hey, it's Romano, we all knew that. So you don't like? Don't read.))
"Tch! Stupid tomato jerk! Making a little kid like me clean his giant house! Who does he think he is?!" Grumbled the small country.
"Romano, I can hear you." Called the older Spaniard from the other room. The tall, tanned skinned, brown haired, and green eyed young man walked in and stared down at the little, hot tempered, dark brown haired, and amber eyed Italian. The Spaniard sighed in defeat. "Roma, just go outside. I'll clean."
"Ha! Good luck with that, you stupid tomato jerk!" Romano laughed before he ran out to the tomato garden. Out of all the things that he hated, living at Spain's place, he loved the tomato garden. "The only thing that jerk's good for is his tomatoes! If it wasn't for that, he'd be worthless!" The little boy grabbed for a bright red tomato.
Just as he gave it a tug, it wouldn't pull away from the vine.
"What the hell? Stupid thing." Romano grumbled as he gave
FinlandxReader: Home for Christmas It must've been about three in the morning when he crept back into the house, Christmas Day. Outside small flakes were falling from the dark sky, coating every inch of the world in a majestic blanket of white. As he took the first steps into his own home, encased in loving warmth streaming through the gold me glow of fire in the fireplace he himself felt the chilled edge quickly melting away.More Like This
His footsteps were light as he crept in, quickly noticing most of his guests were resting comfortably on the couch in front of the now-dwindling fire. A smile crossed his face but quickly vanished when he noticed one was missing from the group of four that lay there. Stripping off his snow-soaked boots and lazily putting them aside he passed the sleeping bodies on his furniture and silently went into his own room.
Through the crack in his door he could see light streaming in from the room and he wondered if maybe she was awake still. His hand slowly reached towards the door, open
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[Author’s Note: This story contains some sexual content. I didn’t think it had quite enough to slap a warning on it, so I’m putting a small one here. You’ve been warned!]
“Francis, I need a favor.”
Francis looked down at _____ and said, “Oui? What is it?”
_____ took a deep breath, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Well, um. . .since Ludwig and I are getting married this week. . .he’s probably going to have a bachelor party––or, maybe Gil’s going to make him go to one.”
“Oui. Go on.”
She rubbed the back of her head, taking a sudden interest in her shoes. “And, um. . .well, I’ve already decided I’m not going to have a bachelorette party, so. . .I’d like to do something for Ludwig at his party.”
Francis blinked. “Isn’t it bad luck to see each other twenty-four hours before the wedding?”
_____ waved her hand in dismissal. “Nah
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“Arthur, can you finally tell me why you decided to bring me here?” you asked, turning your head to the side to look at your emerald-eyed companion who walked next to you, your gloved hand tightly holding on to his.
At the sound of your voice, Arthur shifted his gaze, which was previously focused on the path ahead of him, over to look at you, and upon seeing the eager and slightly impatient expression on your face, he let out a tiny smile. “You’ll find out soon, _____,” he replied, turning his gaze back in front of him.
You pouted slightly and clenched your fists impatiently, causing your grip on Arthur’s hand to tighten. “You’ve been telling me that ever since we walked out of the house, and I still don’t know why.”
“I’ll tell you once we get there,” Arthur answered simply, not even turning his head to look at the slightly disappointed expression on your face.
You let out a groan and removed your hand from h
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Mom!Reader X Dad!England X Child!America and Canada
“MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM!” Your 5 year-old child called, as he run around your legs.
“Yes Alfred?” You said sweetly back.
“Will you read Matt and me a bed time story?” He flashed his puppy dog eyes at you and stuck his lower lip out.
“Sure sweetheart.” You gave in immediately and rubbed his dirty blond hair.
“Yay!” he called and took off upstairs toward his and his brother’s shared bedroom.
Giggling at your older twin son’s bouncy attitude you trudged up the stairs and made your way into the VERY lively bedroom of two 5 years-olds.
Mathew being the quieter and more behaved twin sat on his bed with his stuffed bear. He was already in his hockey pajamas and looked more than ready for you to start telling the bedtime story.
Alfred on the other hand was trying to pull his shirt off, while one leg of his Superman pajama pants were rolled up while
Momma bear claws Mom!ReaderxSon!AmericaYour momma bear claws were out, to put it mildly.More Like This
From the very first day your son, Alfred, started working at McDonald’s, there were several, but small instances that made you go “what the hell”.
But since they were in fact, small instances, you overlooked them.
Like how they didn’t give your son a uniform, forcing you to buy one yourself. Okay, yeah, it was a bitch to find, but whatever.
And the customers. But that happens everywhere, and you can’t really blame the business for that.
The final straw was when your son’s creepy ass cougar employer started not only making passes at your son, but borderline harassing him, and the other staff called him a liar and shunned him for it, that you just couldn’t take the bullshit anymore.
You and Alfred didn’t along much these days. He was at that age where he felt he should be more independent from you and his father, Arthur. And with you being the mother, he pushed you particularly f
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