Italy x Reader :Hot stuff:More Like This
You were visiting your best friend, and crush, Italy today. He had invited you to spend the night and taste his new resepi for pasta. You hoped that it would go further but, you knew with his ignorance that it wouldnt get very far. Remembering all the other times you've tried to tell him that you felt more than just a friend sort of love, and having him reply that he loved you as a bestie or a sister too, you shuddered, feeling yourself sadden.
Now, you were standing in front of the ignorant boy's home. The air smelt wonderful. The surroundings blowing sweet sent's your way. It was a beautiful day today! you concluded quietly knocking on his door. You heard a loud crash, before the door opened wide.
"Vee!~ I am-a glad you made it!" Italy chirped, bringing you into a tight hug. Your blush painting your cheeks.
"Uh.. Y-yah!" You quickly chuckled, stepping out of his arms and into his home.
"So how have-a you been lately?" he said smiling.
"oh.. Oh, I have been great thanks, what about yo
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youMore Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
NordicsxReader - TogetherMore Like This
You groaned in content as your tired body landed in the divan's open arms. Letting out a sigh, you rotated onto your stomach and snuggled into your soft, slightly chilly pillow, hugging it as your aching muscles relaxed. Since when did I have this many bones? You thought, marvelling at how almost every part of your form was sore.
‘At least the boys are asleep,’ you mused aloud, allowing your lids to blink in fatigue.
It had been a long day and having five, lively boys took it all out of you – especially since they had gone to the nearby park to burn off their energy for the majority of the afternoon. Being the last day of the holidays, you had played football with them, rolled down countless grassy hills and sported them on your shoulders for piggy-backs one right after the other. Needless to say that when you were driving them home, your two youngest had both fallen asleep in the back seat and your oldest was nodding off in the front, jerking up every now and
ScotlandxReader - Sweeter Than... (Request)More Like This
Shutting the door with his foot, Alistair lent against it in exhaustion, letting the plastic bags he had carried drop to the floor. He felt as if his nose was an ice cube and that his fingers were about to fall off from the cold.
Ridding his feet from his shoes, he hastily shrugged off his coat and hung it on the hooks by the entrance. His hands shook from the chill and he grumbled in annoyance. That’s what you get for forgetting yer gloves! He scolded himself, unwillingly picking up the shopping and forwarding into the kitchen, shivering.
He unceremoniously dumped the groceries on the smooth, kitchen bench, shouting, ‘Sweetheart! I’m home!’
Alistair smiled at the thought of his partner, a sudden warmth arising to his cheeks. She was everything he had ever asked for: sweet, kind, loving, beautiful and so adorable. Her large, (e/c) orbs were framed with thick lashes and her plump, pink lips were constantly stretched in a bashful grin. Her (h/c) locks casca