Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReaderI find you enriching, a person beyond me yet at the same time so far behind. You have a tang to you that I'm not to sure I like, and so I keep tasting and tasting hoping to figure it out. I've yet to and you think I'd grow bored with you but you have a way of entrancing people. Maybe it's those eyes or perhaps that delicate smile, I've yet to figure it out.. I hope to one day though. Which isn't good, I'm not suppose to care this much you know? It just isn't the way things are meant to be. Yet you have wound your way into my system and become much like the coffee I hate, addictive. It's why I refuse to drink that dark slosh, it's rather amusing though how easily I fell into your trap and allowed myself a taste of you. I must be weaker than I thought, that certainly isn't good.
But what can I do I have already fallen hard, much like a shot down bird. You should be careful where you aim your rifle it's deadly I tell you. Try and be consideret will you? You haven't the slightest clue on
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It was Christmas eve, the busiest day in the pole. Yeti's were scurrying round, making sure everything was ready to go so North could leave in order to deliver the presents.
The elves, well they were just being elves.
And you, well you were in the midst of it all, trying to avoid the giant Yeti's from stampeding over you.
And most importantly, trying to avoid Jack.
You and Jack had been friends for a while, after a cold, hard snowball had smacked you right in the face.
It was a harsh meeting. But he was more shocked you could see him than the foul language pouring out of your mouth. You were a teenager; No teenager had believed for centuries.
But you were an exception.
You had grown up with the legends, So it wasn't really that unnatural.
But to the guardians, it was a big thing.
Jack took you to meet them, after North's insistence. He told you that he felt "In his belly" that a teenager, somewhere, believed. Tooth just wanted to check out your teeth, stating they were pearly white, Bu
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(h/L)= Hair Lenght
(h/C)= Hair Color You sat in the rollie chair at your desk that was placed by the only window in your room with your blue jean cladded legs criss crossed. The afternoon sun making the winter's snow look like millions of vibrant diamonds. A few rays of the sun snaked its way through the branches and icicles on the old oak tree right outside said window, casting strange, curved and pointed shadows that slightly swayed in the gentle breeze all around your room.
Your right arm propped up you head as your left repeatedly tapped your pencil on you sketch pad. You sighed heavily. You wanted to draw but you had no idea what. Every time you got a sliver of a idea that bubble would be forcefully popped, your train of th
::Cute Magic:: England x Reader"Oh, my, I'm terribly sorry, (Name)," Arthur apologized.More Like This
"Pfft~! You were trying to make me into a little kid?" Francis pondered, trying to keep himself from laughing. "Oh, Artie, I didn't think you were –"
"DAMN YOU TO BLOODY HELL, WANKER!"
"Arthur-san, maybe we shouldn't speak such vulgar language in front of (Name)-san," Kiku suggested, trying to calm down the British man. Arthur looked over to (Name) who had her ears covered by Feliciano and looked around curiously at the two men that she couldn't hear.
He sighed as Feliciano took his hands off her ears. "I guess I was lucky. I was looking at the wrong spell. The original idea was to turn this . . . freak of nature over here into an actual frog. (Name) didn't have to suffer that, so that's good to hear." Arthur picked the little girl (who looked much younger than his younger brother) up into his arms. "This was my fault, so I guess I'll take care of (Name) until this spell wears off."
"And make her suffer that horrid thing you call
Dream Cafe: GermanyXOC: Ch 1"Carmen, if you don't-a get up, you'll a-be late for your new job!"More Like This
"Why do I have to get a job anyway, fratello?"
"Because you're kind of a lazy ass and need to make some money! Antonio pays me nothing and we all know Feli is useless."
"That's not nice, fratello."
"CARMEN VARGAS, GET YOUR TINY ASS OUT OF BED," Lovino bellowed as he pulled me by my shoulders out of my bed and onto the floor. That was my lovely morning, woken up by my older brother yelling. Feliciano was still fast asleep, lying in his bed across the room. I had to share a room with him, sadly. Ludwig, Lovino and Kiku had all gotten fed up with him, but I didn't mind my brother.
"I do not a-want to get up!"
"I DON'T A-CARE WHAT YOU WANT. GET. UP."
He growled. "GET UP OR I WILL A-START CHOKING YOU."
"No! Don't! I'm up, Lovi! I'm up!" I stood up and pulled on the hem of my pajama shirt, running my fingers over the little skulls that decorated it. He groaned loudly and started cursing rapidly
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"...I'll need a saviour." I sang.
Then turned off my keyboard. I sighed. I'll never be like Alfred F. Jones. He's such a great singer, any kid would dream to be like him. Including me.
"(Name)!" Mom called, "Time for school!"
"Ok!" I yelled, "Coming."
Then grabbed my bag and coat from the chair I placed it on and headed up the stairs from the studio I created to work on my singing and dancing. Though no one will ever see me because I'm too shy for anyone to see.
"Ok, let's go!" I said as I dashed out the door and hurried into the Lexus waiting for us outside.
Then my mom drove me to school, the one place I dread. Not because I hate it's because the people. Even though I have tons of friends the older grade picks on us so I always have to be the one to stand up for the younger grades. The worst people are the BTT, also known as the Bad Touch Trio. They always picked on me just because I always stand the younger grades ground.
Yup, that's life for yo
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Ni hao (name)." My father chirped from the kitchen, "How was your day?" I grabbed a spring roll from the fridge. "It's cool." I said, "I can't believe I use to live here." "We sure did! I had to tell you though because of the accident." Baba reminded me. "Something strange happened to me today." I spoke. "Hm, and what's that?" He asked. "A boy with dirty blonde hair with a cute little cowlick with the most bluest eyes you can ever see hugged me out of nowhere." I told him, "He says he knows me but I don't know him. Do you?" I turned to look at him. He had stopped cutting the carrots for the fried rice for dinner. "No, I do not." He sighed. I could tell something was wrong with baba, but I don't know the reason so I just left the kitchen and hurried up the stairs to my room. It wasn't much, just my bed beside the entrance and a desk beside the window that peered down on to the snowy busy streets of the small town. The most precious thing I have
Fairy Godmother's Gift .:SwitzerlandXReader:. Ch1You opened your eyes as the white and red smoke cleared there laid a man with messy blond hair,a green button down shirt and black jeans covered him. You also saw a small glint that looked like a handgun but you couldn't be sure.More Like This
"Oh you got Vash! He should be waking up soon." Fairy god mother said cheerily.
~Flash back Vash's POV~
Lilly was going to take me somewhere but she wouldn't tell me where.
"Lilly, where are you taking me?" I asked annoyed as she dragged me around the town.
"Don't worry Big Bruder, we're here." Lilly said stopping in front of a tall brick building in the downtown area.
"Lilly what is this place?" I asked as she dragged me inside. The building's inside was nicely furnished. It all looked so...expensive.
The woman in front lookd up at us and smiled.
"Hello, I'm guessing you're Vash and Lilly, am I correct?" She asked.
"Yes we are." Lilly said politly.
"Alright, whoever the appointment is for must sign this and then you are free to go up and see Fairy Godmother."
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Oliver Baines-Kirkland was married to [First Name] Baines-Kirkland on September 2nd, 2010. They had two sons, Timothy Carter and Riley Beckenridge as of present. Oliver Baines-Kirkland showed no prior signs of insanity or psychopathic tendencies, not did it pass onto his sons. As of current, Timothy Carter is now in collage and Riley Beckenridge is living with a family friend, Jean-Luc Masson. Oliver Baines-Kirkland was tried on an account of murder and cannibalism but released on account of insanity. He's known for being very well-behaved, except when the subject of his dead wife and sons are brought up, in which he becomes silent and somber. When pushed, he can be easily defined as 'violently discordant'.
Lili Zwingli, a helper at the mental hospital, read the card with a quiet curiosity. She hadn't been assigned to him, as the name was unfamiliar to her. She carted off his dinner to his cell, Cell 221b. She had been here for
Heta High [Readerx???]-Chapter 20It was the middle of November. Today, tennis-club was cancelled due to your teacher being 'busy', as she called it. The older club members said something about her stalking Mr. Braginski. Well, you weren't complaining. More time for you to relax. You looked through one of the windows in the hallway, and saw that it was raining heavily. In your mind, you thanked your parents that they always reminded you to carry a small umbrella in your bag.More Like This
As you made your way to the exit of the school, you saw a certain british boy standing there.
"Bloody rain... Couldn't you wait a little bit...", you heard him say.
"Hello Arthur! Is something wrong?" you asked him.
"It's just that I forgot my umbrella in my room this morning. I'll just have to wait until the rain lightens up..."
"I have a umbrella. We could share it, if you want to", you suggested.
"Really?! I mean, if that's what you want..."
"Well, let's go", you said and opened the umbrella.
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Prolougue-The Girl with the Memory
"Oh why here. Why now. I thought I would never see him again!" You cried frantically slipping into the shadows of the walls.
They were all here. Spain. Prussia. France. And...him.
Even your brother was still giving him the evil eye. You put your hand to your face. "Oh Yao." You thought.
But why here? Why now? Wasn't he out of your life? Weren't you through with him? This was insane!
You glanced back at him once more. He and America were too busy poking France. You sighed. Slinking down into a sitting position.
They were all here. All here. You couldn't bare to look at them even. You looked out the window to watch the snow fall softly onto the ground.
Why though? Why here and now? The pain scorched you hard. Suddenly, your friend Mexico came by along with London. They sat next to you.
"Hey whats a matter ___________? You look pale." Mexico cried glancing from side to side. "Did somebody hurt you? Where is he I want to see him right now!!!"
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The dead never complain. When all is said and done and the bodies are shipped to the secretive metal room at the far end of the hospital, Lukas can only offer a monotonous apology and be done with it.
It was a pain working with his latest patient, a middle-aged grump at the age of forty-eight. He told him to take his medicine. He told him to get off his fat ass and do some exercising.
But then, death happened. A heart condition. One that could have been prevented. Too bad, so sad.
Mourning and death confirmations aside, Lukas has had just about enough of today. The nurses were incompetent around him, and his colleagues were nothing to be impressed about. He just wants to go home now.
“And this is what I get for working my ass off at E.U.,” he grumbles and tosses his coat aside. Ever since donning the white uniform, he felt a sense of accomplishment, something to tell him, “Hey, congratulations for getting this far. Now go out there and help the wo
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Peter shook his head. "No. They'll need to do that part themselves. But I think you’re the only one who can get Arthur and the Bad Touch Trio to work together."
You tilt your head to the side. "Why can't we bust them out then?"
"Vash has the key."
You were silent for a moment. Then you let out a sigh, looking to the side. "I'm getting married in a week. I don't think I'll be able to get those four to work together. I can wipe away years' worth of hate in one night."
"You don’t need to make them like each other, I mean, I know you certainly won't want to see any of the Bad Touch Trio ever again after this if you can help it. They just need to work together to take down Vash and get out of here." Peter explained.
You sigh, following him through the halls that led to the cells. "I'll try. But how will we be able to get the key from Vash?"
"I'll take care of that." Peter said, smirking devilishly.
You nodded and Peter opened up another iron door, leading to the actual cells. Yo
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What's wrong with me!? Thought a woman as she walked out of her house, fixing her headphones over her ears, setting out on yet another walk for that day.
She turned her music up as high as it could go, listening to a playlist she entitled Inspiration. She turned the corner and walked straight until she reached a park that had a winding path running through it. This had to be her favorite spot. She walked around, and by a rugby field, she noticed that there was a table with benches. She smiled and walked over to it, taking a seat atop the table. As soon as she sat down, a cool autumn breeze blew past her, mussing up her (h/l) (h/c) hair. Sighing, she pulled off her headphones, fixed her hair, and the put the listening device back over her head and ears.
Why can't I think of anything decent?! She shouted in her mind.
Maybe you're losing your edge.
But I'm not! I was writing just yesterday!
Doesn’t matter. Many writers lose their edge over night. You must hav
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Deal with the devil
"Naughty. Naughty indeed." Chuckled the Necromancer with even more stinging malice in his voice.
You toppled into his swirling pool as light reflected onto your backside and you leaned backwards as he seemed to almost float into you.
"What to do. Tsk Tsk, what to do with my little prisoner?" he smirked at you as you felt your face burn hot in fury.
"I am no ones prisoner you bastard!" you growled furiously at the arrogant Magician who seemed to take the word 'bastard' as a simple compliment. He sighed and shrugged it off and you felt more infuriated as he did so. He seemed to be taunting you and very much enjoying it. Much to your displeasure...
"You know, that attitude of yours isn't going to get us anywhere. And beware, I'm being nice at the moment." he chuckled darkly as his feet were lifted into the air and he seemed to float there with a sadistic and demonic look plastered on his face.
But he was right.
You were at his mercy now and there was nothing y
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After the movie, which mostly consisted of Lukas strangling Matthias with his tie for being too loud during the movie and (name) and Emil chatting quietly about the high and low points of the movie, Lukas took (name) home. When they reached the door to her apartment, she turned to him and smiled.
"Thanks for asking if I wanted to join the three of you. I had fun."(Name) said.
Lukas shrugged. "It would have been no fun if it was just me with that stupid Dane and my little brother."
(Name) chuckled. "I'm sure you would have managed without me."
The corners of Lukas's lips quirked up slightly in a small smile. "Maybe, but it was still fun."
(Name)'s smile widened and she leaned back against the door. "I'll see you soon then?"
"Of course." Lukas said and ruffled up her hair lightly with his hand before he turned and walked back down the hall to the stairs.
(Name) watched him go, a smile playing on her lips. When he was out of sight, she turned and unlocked her apartment door, walking in. T
The Lion and The Lark: EpilogueYou rode slowly across the field beside Arthur. You cooed to your little daughter as you rode. She was sitting in front of you and having the time of her life. "Papa!" she crowed to Arthur.More Like This
Arthur turned around and smiled at her. You smiled at the scene. You finally reached the forest and you all got off. Arthur helped you and your daughter off. The little four-year-old giggled and clung to her father. "No! No walk!" she said with a pout.
Arthur raised his eyebrows and said, "Alright, no flowers for you then, Rose."
Rose squealed and started to beg to be put down. Arthur chuckled and set her down. You smiled as she went for the nearest batch of wildflowers nearby. Her blonde hair and green eyes sparkled in the spring sunlight. Rose was like you in every way. Face, personality, and the hatred of being cold; but she had her father's eyes, hair, and temper.
Arthur took the reins of the horses and held out his hand. You smiled and put your hand in his. His hand holding would never get old
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Together At Last
England X Reader
Disclaimer: WE DO NOT OWE HETALIA! IT BELONGS TO Hidekazu Himaruya SO DO NOT SUE US! I'M BEGGING YOU!
“……8, 9, 10! Ready or not, here I come!” The cheerful little girl said.
She dashed herself away from the trunk of a tree and began searching around the bushes in the forest. Her giggling voice echoed her surrounding as she ran with her little feet. She noticed a little rustle on her right and she spotted a familiar blond strand sticking out a little from the bushes. She giggles when she noticed and she began taking baby steps. She didn’t want to approach on the front but rather, she walked behind the rustling bushes.
He was so sure that he was quiet enough not to be noticed. His heart started to pump louder on his little chest and his small hands began to feel the chills.
“Is she gone? I couldn’t hear her giggling voice anymore”
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You stared at the ceiling of our bedroom. Judging by the lighting, it was already morning. You yawned, you felt like you hadn't slept in two weeks and your head hurt, but you didn't really care and tried to ignore it. You tried to remember what happened last night, after Arthur woke you up. Maybe it was all a dream, you thought. Maybe Arthur never woke you up and maybe you didn't had a fight with him. You still didn't really understand what you said to make Arthur this angry and you'll probably never will unless you ask him. But Arthur was the last person you wanted to talk with at the moment, so asking him was out of the question.
Your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of your own rumbling stomach. You turned around in your hammock and saw that the other hammocks, besides Gilbert's, in the room were empty, which meant that Alfred and Francis were already awake. You wondered if they already had their breakfast. You got up and walked to
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Captain Kirkland and his crew just lands on the island to resupply. As he and his first mate are heading to the market. The captain is going through the list of items he needs to get.
I need more corn, flour, ropes, chains, and I could also use a new sword, he thinks.
The market is full of vendors. They yell out great deal on this and a bargain on that.
"Here, go and get the rations I have on that list. Meet me back at the ship at two o'clock sharp. There will be consequences if you are late," Captain Kirkland orders him first mate and gives him a list of food items.
"Yes, Captain," The
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Kushina sighed dreamily whilst he watched the (l/n) girl jot down some notes on the lesson topic their teacher is explaining. He leaned against his arm on the table and smiled, unaware of the teacher shouting to get his attention.
"Kushina-kun!" Makoto called, throwing a piece of chalk at the younger boy's head. Kushina uttered a surprised yelp when it hit his head. "Pay attention when the teacher's talking!" The Uzumaki boy rubbed his head, his face turning bright red in embarrassment as the class laughed at him.
"Hai, hai..." he mumbled. Then he heard it. Her angelic laugh. He looked in ______'s direction to see her laughing. A light pink dust scattered across his cheeks when she slid a lock of hair behind her ear and sent him a soft smile.
"Ow!" Kushina winced. He turned his head to side, glaring at his dark-haired friend sitting next to him.
"What was that for?!" he hissed quietly. Mikoto sent him a scolding look.
"Were you even listeni
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"Hanji, you're taking forever," you complained.
Laying back into the couch in Hanji's office, you waited for the mad scientist's arrival. She told you that she had something to show you, yet when she went back into that room of hers, all you could hear was random thuds. You were bored out of your mind at the moment, not really giving a crap in what Hanji had to show you. Hell, she had asked you to come in here forty minutes ago! What could possibly be taking her so long?
"J-Just a minute!" You heard Hanji call.
Finally, the door to her room burst open, a panting Hanji coming out of it. Along her face were scratch marks, red and long across her face, arms, and legs. She looked pretty bad, and even parts of her jacket had been ripped up, too. She stumbled over to you, barley making her way to the couch without falling.
"Holy hell, Hanji. What happened in there?"
"Th.. That. Happened.. In there.." Hanji breathed out, pointing towards the open door.
Carefully, you set the injured squad lea
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After a long day of hard work, you remembered that you had promised heichou to pet him eventually. You giggled at how angry he seemed when you denied him affection. Quickly thinking of how to make him comfortable, you easily came up with the answer. And it started with tea.
Heading into the kitchen, you began preparing your special tea that Levi loved so much. He didn't know where you got the tea leaves, and has even tried to find them. He never did.
Carefully setting the tea set on a tray, and carrying the tray carefully, you pushed the door open with your back, running into a very startled Eren.
"W-Woah! [Name]! Didn't see you there!" Eren said, his own way of apologizing.
You gave a smile. "It's no problem, Eren. I'm just bringing Levi Heichou his tea." You held up the tray.
"O-Oh. I actually haven't seen Heichou all day. Do you know
True Love? Male!Elsa X ReaderHe checked himself in the long mirror one last time. He looked perfectly fine, handsome, he dared to say. His suit of ice and snow looked regal and fantastic. Everything will go perfectly well! He thought to himself with a nervous smile.More Like This
He grunted and facepalmed, unable to hold up his little fake look. What if it didn't?! What if his powers went crazy again like at his coronation?! What would he do then?!
His thoughts were broken by a knocking at the door, “Please enter.” He called, eyes shifting to the doorway. Andy, or Andrew ((Anna)). His brother entered the room, “Elsan, the parties beginning. And we can't have a party without the brilliant host!” He beamed, his freckled face was spread out into a large smile.
Elsan felt a little bit more happy after seeing his brothers jolly face, “Ah yes, I will come down with you Andy.” He replied, straightening the back of his suit and stepping out with Andy.
Elsan walked along the corridor with Andy, Andy s
Levi x Child!Reader: Bring your child to work dayThis is kind of a continuation of a previous fic Levi x Child!Reader: Language Barriers which you can find here ~ http://fav.me/d7rt942More Like This
''Papa Levi! Papa Levi!'' Levi hear his now six year old daugher call as you ran into living room he placed the book he was currently reading on the coffee table before picking you up and placing you on his lap ''What is it (Y/N)?'' he watched as you excitedly pulled out your scrapbook ''Look what me did today'' Levi had began to teach you English when he first adopted you after two years you were almost nearly fluent apart from the odd mistake in pronunciation or translation but it was enough for him to finally have a conversation with you without the use of the translator.
Proudly you showed him the work you had done, recently you had started Kindergarten and was making huge progress in your English skills in all areas. ''Good job'' Levi ruffled your hair causing you to giggle the corner of his lips twitched upwards ''Nee, papa Levi?'' he hu
Infatuated [Sasuke Uchiha x Reader]He wouldn’t smile. He never did. And you always wondered what was going on in that brain of his. His eyes were always so focus, although most times he would just stare off into the distance. You couldn’t place your finger on what it was about him, but something about him just made your heart sing. When you would see him, your insides became warm and a swarm of butterflies tickled your stomach. Love at first sight? Of course not. Infatuation at first sight? Yes. He was always distant, always staying away from the others, even when they called to him, he wouldn’t acknowledge them. Yes, you wondered what went on behind that mess of black hair. You wondered why it looked as though sorrow was deep planted in those onyx pools you could drown yourself in. Occasionally you wondered different things – like how he got his porcelain so smooth? But mostly, you just wondered what went on inside his head.More Like This
Except – he wasn’t even your friend. You knew him, but he w
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"Sasuke. Orochimaru would like to see you." Your voice carried through the breeze behind his door, reaching his ears in a soft tone.
"Right." Came his reply, stoic as ever. Sasuke never was one to show too much emotion when he spoke, trying to keep his cool at all times.
Truth be told, he despised that Orochimaru, for what he'd give to get rid of him forever. But he knew that was out of the question as of right now. He still had tricks to learn from him after all.
Sasuke knew all about his grand-master-plan to retrieve his body as soon as his skills had matured and steal it all for his own.
Like hell he'd let that happen.
All that mattered to him in this sorry hideout was training and of course, (Name), the woman he had brought with him from his home village. His liking of her was too great for him to just leave her behind.
He never admitted it, but she was a big part in his life.
-Time skip! That night-
"Sasuke.." Came your whisper from behind his door. It wasn't unusual, you two wo
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The bright sunlight hurt [Name]'s eyes as she stepped out of her front door. She groaned and started on her walk to school. She walked down her street, hands shoved in her pockets. The walk to school was short and miserable.
Once [Name] got to school, she went straight to her locker then to her 1st period class. She sat down at her desk and pulled out all her materials. [Name] glanced at the door where a small fight was starting outside. The teacher quickly separated the two boys.
"You, go to class, now! Beilschmidt, get in here this instant!" He yelled. Gilbert Beilschmidt walked into the room and took his seat behind [Name] right before the bell rang.
"Alright, class," The teacher started before Gilbert raised his hand. "Okay, what do you want?" he said after a sigh.
"Who's this chick in front of me?" the silver haired man said. Instantly [Name] shrunk down into her seat.
"That's [First Name] [Last Name]. She wasn't here yesterday," The teacher explaine
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The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
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Every time, it was something different.
Once in a while, it was a horror-movie watching sleepover.
Or a game championship.
One if these times you won the game championship very easily.
Since then, Alfred has been acting weird around you.
''Oh well..'' You thought. You wondered what kind of sleepover this was going to be?
You guys where grown up now! You should do something mature.
Wait, what kind of things did grown-ups do on sleepovers?
You loathed from your thoughts. But when Alfred's face popped up in your mind, you smiled. You hated to admit it, but you began to like him.
You walked down from your [job] routine towards your home, making a list what you should bring with you.
As usually, you brought your home-made snacks with you.
Alfred loved your self-made hamburgers. But you thought that was only because you lied it where from Mc donalds.
He always wondered why they where tastier when you brought them with you.
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"I made Ciel jealous, I killed my sister, now will you please let me see my father!" The brat screamed at me. "I want him to explain why I have these!" The kid took his top off and spread out his white wings. It was odd that he had wings and she didn't, but my guess was that he was in a better place growing up than her.
"Alright, would you lead me out of the house though? I still get confused by this place." Aislyn nodded his head and began to lead the way. I took another knife off of the table and ran at him with it.
He really had perfect timing. Right when he turned around to see me, the blade pierced his chest. Aislyn had the same look on his face as the girl did. He fell to the ground just like her too. I smiled at my final act.
"The fallen angel, and by the way, Ash died a long time ago. Aren't angels supposed to live forever? Oh that's right, you could've lived for hundreds of more years if it weren't for me, huh?" I laughed and danced in tin
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You were sitting by your window, daydreaming as usual with your headphones on. It was one of those days where you wanted to be alone; blocking out the outside world. Your imagination was better anyways. You look out your window, you see that the streets and land had been covered in white. Great, it had snowed. You sighed and shivered a bit as you closed your blinds. You hated snow, it was so cold and wet. . Sure, it was beautiful to look at. . but you hated moving around in it. This must have been why you thought it'd be best to stay inside today. You sigh, slumping down on your bed. It was obvious that you were awfully bored, maybe even lonely. You now wished that somebody, anybody would come and talk to you.
What seemed like a few minutes later, you must have drifted back into a daydream. . . because the next thing you heard was your mother shaking you, telling you to wake up. You groaned, not wanting to get up. "What is it mum?" You ask her tiredly, rubbing your eyes.
Male Belarus x Reader- What was in that cup?More Like This
I stare at the silver vile in front if me. "What's in it?" I ask bluntly. "Water?" Nikolai hesitantly answers. "No its not" I plainly reply. "Then it's Vodka...?" He states, but it sounds more like a question to me. "I don't like Vodka" I frown, pushing the frayed chair out I get up. "Wait!" He clings desperately to my legs. My (e/c) eyes turn to the roof, taking their sweet time examining the cracks and crevices. "Tell me what's in it then" I bargain. "Fine," he sighs.
"..." he hesitates, "It's-" a knife flies past his head. A smirk forms on his thin lips. "I guess someone doesn't want you to know" he says, scampering away. I scrunch up my nose and glare at his retreating form. "I bet he planned that "I mutter angrily.
Rolling my eyes, I pry the knife from the wall. Engraved upon its handle are the words 'Я люблю цябе'(translates to I love you). A ditzy smile lights my faces, anger disappearing into the chilly air.
Jack Frost X Reader - How Could I Forget?The last thing you remember that night was tucking yourself into bed and closing your eyes. You trail away into your little dreamworld of yours, dreaming of all the things you wanted. Later that night you woke for some strange reason, feeling as cold as ever, not to mention the fact that it was winter. You decide to have a walk about in your room turning your light on. You looked out you window and, to your surprise, the window was covered in frost. You opened your window to look outside and the whole street was covered in a thick layer and pure white snow.More Like This
"Wow" You said in amazement, as you remembered that only just yesterday it was clear and empty.
"You like my work?" said a voice who you don't seem to recognize.
You banged your head against the window as you jumped at the sound of his smooth and comforting voice.
"Careful" he said, chuckling.
"Where are you? And who are you?" As you rub your head and popping back into your bedroom. You had plenty more questions to ask but the
EnglandXReader - Weeping Britannia Angel (CE)You peered over Arthur’s shoulder as he stared intently at a computer screen, watching some sort of show. It peaked your curiosity. You’d gotten into a lot of cool things since meeting with Arthur, like The Beatles, Sherlock, and a whole mess of fandoms you were too lazy to name. Today’s fandom he would most likely suck you into? You’d not a clue, but there were stone statues of weeping angels everywhere.More Like This
“What’re you watching this time Arthur?” you asked, pulling a seat up next to him. He turned to you and smiled, wrapping his arm around you.
“Just some Doctor Who. Right now I’m working on the episode with the weeping angels,” he replied. You looked at him, puzzled.
“Those statues? What could be so terrible about them?” you asked curiously. He smiled, a light in his eye. He always seemed to get excited when he got to explain things to you.
“(NAME)! What’re you doing? C
EnglandxReader Only Atendee“Is anyone even going to come to this party?” (Name) asked herself, her birthday just had to fall on the same day that Alfred was throwing one of his ‘Awesome’ bashes.More Like This
She had handed invites out to the people that she really wanted to come, but they had all turned her down to go to Alfred’s party. She had said that she didn’t care either way…but it had hurt. And even with her bravery of handing invitations out she still couldn’t bring herself to give an invitation to Arthur, her long time crush who had never even looked at her. She bit her lip as she set out the few h’orderves that she had made
out on a table with a plain (color) plastic table-cloth.
She bit her lip, this would be sad if no one came to her party…she sat down on her couch with a plastic cup full of (favorite soda) and waited…and waited.
------- ------ ---
Arthur stared at the invitation he’d found on the ground at school. It was addressed to some
EnglandxReader: Notebook EntriesLooking at the shelves of books, Arthur Kirkland found a familiar looking girl in the library. It was (Name), a girl from his class. They talked to each other once in a while, and ate together sometimes, too.More Like This
"Hello, Miss (Last Name)," he greeted as he approached her. Unfortunately for him, they were still on formal terms.
(Name) clutched her notebook close to her and smiled. "Hi, Mister Kirkland. How are you?"
"I'm alright, thank you for asking. I'm just looking for a good book. And I'm guessing that you're looking for one too?"
She laughed a bit before trying to reach up to get one, barely touching the book's spine. "Yes, I am."
Arthur noticed her difficulty since she was shorter than him and the shelf. Since he was such a gentleman, he reached up with little efforts and got the book for her. "Is this the one?"
(Name) nodded and thanked him in return. He noticed she wasn't giving any eye contact and there was a slight tint of pink on her cheeks, which brought him to look
AmericaxReader Stolen TreasuresYou were laughing so hard you almost couldn’t run. Finally you collapsed on the floor, looking back. Your eyes widened as you saw Alfred leap into the air, aiming at you.More Like This
“Shit!” you screamed between fits of giggles. You managed to stumble out of Alfred’s reach as he landed flat on the ground. Adjusting your grip on your precious cargo, you jumped over the couch, narrowly avoiding Alfred’s grasp, and ran through the house in the opposite direction.
How did you come to be running away from Alfred and laughing madly on a lazy Saturday afternoon? Well, you had stolen his secret stash of hamburgers of course.
You had first found out about Alfred’s stash of hamburgers a few weeks ago after you had attended Arthur’s dinner party. Alfred had invited you over after the dinner party, and needless to say, you were both starving.
You had been sitting on the couch together, playing video games, when you noticed not only that Alfred was taking a bathroom br
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[England x Reader]
Nothing was going right for you today.
You know those days where nothing seems to go good? And then at the end of the day you reflect on what happened and just have a little pity party for yourself. Well that's how you were feeling right now.
First, you had a fight with one of your good friends. She was mad at you about what? That's it. You didn't have a flying clue.
Then, you failed a test that you studied super hard for. Does that make any sense? Not to you.
As soon as you got home, you decided to have some relaxing time and then realized you lost your wallet. With money and stuff in there.
Apparently you did something so bad that even God hates you.
You were so frustrated you just wanted to bash your head into the wall. Though you doubted that would ease the throbbing headache you had. Just as you were about to scream in anger, you heard the doorbell ring. Oh...some stupid salesperson is gonna get it today...
"What now?!" you shouted, flinging the d
RQ: AmericaxOCRQ: AmericaxOCMore Like This
You stepped into the meeting room, nervous. Licking your lips you looked about, tucking a lock of your silvery hair behind your ear. It was your first time attending a Country meeting. To say that you were only a little nervous was like saying that the ocean was only a little wet.
No one seemed to notice that you had entered the room. Which was good because you weren't sure you were ready to be the center of attention.
From your spot by the door you had a good view of the entire room. You watched as two blonde men fought, throwing punches and snapping insults. One corner of the room seemed to have someone there, but when you looked at it full on, there was no one there.
"Dudette!! Who are you?!"
You blinked, then flinched as an arm slid around your shoulders. Looking up you blushed and bit your bottom lip. The man grinning down at you was tall and handsome. You attempted to remove his arm, but he had you in type of headlock.
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You were taking some notes of the lesson you were attending, making sure everything was right and that you understood perfectly. Not only the lesson was interesting, but having exams this year was pressing you to death.
Sometimes you would stole one or two glances at the guy next to you: it was a loud American that surely managed to caught your eye, and it wasn’t an easy thing to do.
In fact, you were well-known for your heartbreaker reputation. Not because you loved to see people suffering or something, it was just that... no one suited you well.
However, that one American really was something you’ve never seen before. Sometimes he would play with the cell he was hiding in the suitcase, sometimes he would nod at the prof like if he was really listening to him. Funny thing he would even ask something, like “is that a 3?”
Noticed you started to glance at him too much, you returned your attention at the lesson and took some more notes.
Anyways, what would the boy
AmericaXReader My Nerd Boyfriend"HOLY CRAP. HOLY F- DID YOU SEE THAT, AL? DID YOU FRICKING SEE THAT?!"More Like This
You were screaming your head off like a deranged lunatic.
How had it come to this?
---- 2 hours earlier ----
"So ________, I know I told you we could go out to dinner, but I was wondering if maybe you could come over to my place?"
Alfred, scratched the back of his head nervously as you stared at him with you big, curious, (e/c) eyes.
The blond boy was your first boyfriend, and he was usually much, much more obnoxious than he was being right now. Well, everyone else thought he was obnoxious. You thought that he was just plain adorable. You were wondering at that moment what was making him act so nervously. You spent time together often enough, so canceling dinner was no biggie.
"Yeah, 'course. But what gives?" You asked.
"O-oh, well, I just thought it might be a nice change."
You shrugged and nodded. Al gave you a quick hug and kiss on the head before leaving for his own home in his pick up truck.
A nice chang
EnglandxReader: The LetterEngland x ReaderMore Like This
'Meet me after school. Backstage. -Secret Admirer'
That was all the note said.
Now, when I had dreamed of getting a letter on Valentine's day, I had imagined it to be filled with kind words and beautiful expressions.
Not vague instructions.
I sighed and shoved the note in my bag then grabbed my books and shut my locker. Well, at least I had the whole day to figure out who had sent it. The thing was, I already had a few ideas.
FIRST PERIOD: ALGEBRA
I rushed in just as the bell rang and scooted into my seat next to one of my suspects, Alfred F. Jones. I know he had a thing for me at one point, but I really doubted that he was the sender. It would have been bigger and more outgoing if it was from him.
"Good Morning Al."
"Mornin' to you too, babe." I sighed and took out the homework
Sick!EnglandXReader: Love The wind tumbles the descending snow about, coating everything visible with a beautiful and shimmering monochrome cover, making the ground impossible to differ from the pure white sky. There is no one outside of their snug homes to soil the virgin snow…except for you.More Like This
You trudge through the powdery snow, leaving a tell-tale trail behind you with each step you take. The bitter cold stings your partially exposed face like little needles poking at your skin and your gloved hand takes the bullet as you cling onto a large black tote. But you continue forth on the path that looks quite different from it normally would seem. You’re making your merry way to your best friend’s home, having heard that he’s caught a cold or something of that sort.
A sudden gust of wind nearly pushes you back the way you came, but you still continue forward. And soon, you see his cozy estate loom like a lump against the knee-high snow. Ice crystals cascade down f
Grey Girl “I am one with the universe, here to be interpreted however by other living things”, she whispered, before pressing soft Chocolate Cosmos petals against my trembling third eye. The warmth of her breath cascaded across my flesh which rose in turn with electric piston precision, mirroring the primal pulsation, the eroticism found in the clashing of tides.More Like This
And when her fingertips brushed my denim clad thighs, when her supple lips devoured mine, I felt a comfort, an old knowing, and a taste of before and after, a taste of rebirth on her prying tongue.
With her hand on my chest she could feel the ancient drums of profanity beating in my blood, she could match my hunger, she could match my want, she had, in an instant of knowing, become my Socrates and I her Charmides, perdition's flame in each our hearts.
With those beautiful windows staring through me, I could see the melting sky, surreally
Punk!England x Reader -Take me or Leave me “There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!”More Like This
(Y/n) stared at her supposed boyfriend of one year. “Excuse me?”
“It’s not my fault that people always flirt with me…”
The fighting couple were at their one year anniversary party, at this fancy salon their friends insisted they rented. The decorations were simple, and the clothing was a casual-elegant fashion, and music softly played in the background while everyone grabbed appetizers from one big table.
At the moment, though, every guest was staring at the blond and his girlfriend.
“I’m aware of that, Arthur! But it is your own fucking will to flirt back with them!”
Arthur sighed heavily. (Y/n) just stared at him. Her mind was thinking, Did he just fucking sigh to what I just said?
England x Immortal!Reader: Waterloo Sunsets Ch 1Chapter One- No Man's LandMore Like This
It had begun as days usually began. The field hospital was buzzing with nurses, doctors and patients. You had enlisted as a VAD nurse when The War began mainly because you had believed you would have been able to do some good with your powers. But you hadn’t quite anticipated the amount of suffering you would meet in Flanders, never in the thousand years you had lived had you ever seen anything quite like this. Never the less, your powers meant that you had the least fatalities of any of the other volunteer members. You glanced down to your clipboard and approached the bed on your list.
“Private Jonson,” You said, addressing the man in the bed, “How are we today?”
“Can’t complain.” He replied, smiling up at you from the bed.
“Any pain? Any discomfort?”
“Good.” You replied, beaming down at him and making a note on your clipboard, “Then you should be up and back in t
EnglandxReader: Mittens “Achoo!”More Like This
“(Name), are you alright? Is it too cold outside?” the British man asked.
“Y-yeah,” she replied nasally, hugging her body as they continued to walk back to their homes.
“I told you, didn’t I? A thin jacket like that won’t do. You need a thicker one.”
“It’s not my arms or body that’s the problem, Arthur. My hands are really cold, that’s all.” She blew on them with hot breath.
Arthur look at her hands, looked at his mitten-covered hands, then back ahead of them. “Is that so?” He thought for a second and an idea came. “Here, give me your right hand.”
Curiously, she did so as Arthur removed his right mitten and put it on hers, receiving a smile from (Name). “Thanks, Arthur that helps a bit.”
“Wait, your left hand is still cold, isn’t it?” He clasped his bare right hand with her left, lacing their fingers. “There. Does that h
Theme 69: Language Barrier Arthur x Reader Theme 69: DifferenceMore Like This
Arthur x Reader
To say that you and your boyfriend Arthur weren’t getting along would be an understatement. It seemed that for the last month or so, every time the two of you would engage in conversation, it would only end in disaster. This dilemma caused quite a bit of tension in your shared apartment.
To be honest, you didn’t even know how this all started. You were both aware that you like each other but sometimes you wondered if what you held was really enough. There were so many differences between the two of you. It was like the two of you were speaking a whole different language to each other. And let’s not forget how secretive the two of you acted like all the time. Everyone knew that the two of you were less like social butterflies and more like a pair of awkward turtles. You were cute but still helpless when flipped over on your back. Which was exactly what you felt like now.
You took a deep breath. Righ
Sick!EnglandxReaderMore Like This
Alright, this is going to be my third story, first reader insert… bear with me please… I’d love to see some comments about it, spelling and story.
-If you see (..) in the story, that means that the author has to say something
-If you see a *, then there is more info about it in the description down below ^^
And the rest, like (h/c, h/l)(e/c)(name) speaks for itself, I guess ^^
-I’ll try to do France’s accent right… there is a z when there actually needs to be a th and the h is replaces by an ‘ , because French people can’t pronounce the h…
-Also, I used °C … I looked it up on the internet and 40 °C (Celsius) would be equal to 313 K (Kelvin) and 104 °F (Fahrenheit) Just some extra information if you don’t know how much it is… I hope it helps, if it’s just complete rubbish… then never mind
Alrighty then, here we go!
Enjoy the story, Loves!
Texts [Sherlock!England x John!Male!Reader]Bring me my laptop.More Like This
Get it your bloody self!
Can’t. Working on experiment.
You’re lying on the couch!
The experiment is the couch.
-thirty minutes pass-
I need my laptop.
-five minutes pass-
…Fine. Where is it?
On my lap.
Drunk!EnglandxReaderMore Like This
Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you took it out to check who it was. It was your friend Arthur. You answered.
“’ello ________. *hic* I’m really *hic* drunk right now. Can I come over and *hic* stay the night?”
You sighed. This was the 5th time this month he had asked you that. You should’ve known that’s what he was calling about.
“Sure. Whatever. Where are you?” you asked.
“Open your door,” he told you and hung up.
You waked to your front door and opened it. There was a drunken Arthur, standing on your doormat, wearing nothing but a black apron around his waist. He smiled at you, then turned to throw up in your bushes.
“Lovely,” you growled.
“What was *hic* that?” he asked after he finished barfing.
“Nothing. Come inside,” you said and led him to your couch.
He sat obediently on your couch while you got some spare clothes for him. He had given you one of his
England X Dog!Reader Chapter 5More Like This
"Yes, master! It's me, ______! Isn't this great?"
England still sat on the basement floor, completely taken aback by his dogs' new appearance, jaw still slacking. She giggled at this. "Master, your face looks funny." She crawled over on her hands and knees, pushing England's jaw closed, and forcing his face into a ridiculous smile. "Better!"
Gently, England took her arms away from his face, silently thanking that she had clothes on. "Alright, love," he started finally, getting his voice back, "First of all, you don't have to call me 'master' any more, okay? Just call me Arthur or England. Second of all, how in God's name did you get like that?!"
She cocked her head to the side, slightly confused. "Those two names are hard to say. I will call you... Iggy! And I got like this from that!" She pointed over to the shattered glass on the floor, with purple liquid still around the glass.
The purple liquid happened to be one of England's special potions. It was supposed to transform the
Romano x Reader - Teddy BearMore Like This
“You’re sleeping with that thing again?”
The familiar voice of the Italian carried a disgruntled tone as you clambered onto bed, his words raspy from drowsiness as he cracked one eye open to look at you.
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you retorted defensively, clutching the soft material of your teddy bear closer to your chest. “It helps me sleep. Really.”
His scoff wasn’t very subtle as Romano propped himself up with his elbows, eyes narrowed at the plush animal that was held in your arms.
You’d recently received the teddy bear from your mother who’d been digging through old belongings she had up in her attic. During her little adventure, your mother managed to recover an old teddy bear that used to belong to you, and without a moment's hesitation she instantly mailed it to you to help ‘keep in touch with your childhood’.
Initially, Romano had used it as a way to tease you, especially when you cuddl
Russia x Reader: Native LanguageIvan x Reader: Native LanguageMore Like This
Things would start the same all the time. It was ordinary. Boring, overused, and repeated. Some people liked it that way, while others weren't so fond with it. It didn't really mind to many people as they are already fond of living the life that they are in now. But, although it didn't apply to everyone, but the common a person's routine was would be waking up in the morning, get ready, eat breakfast, attend either their work or school, come home, do homework or any household chores, eat, shower, sleep, then repeat.
But as for (Name), it started to grow different.
She was just an ordinary high school student at that time. Cute smile, bright eyes, and a kind enough heart. She had a decent amount of friends, Internet or real life (But, in this case it didn't really matter). School days, she would wear the required uniform that had to be worn to the school she attended, APH Highschool, and on regular days, she'd wear whatever she'd fee
HetaliaXUnnoticed!Reader- Ch.2More Like This
You quickly scrambled down the hallway to your first class of the day, which, sadly, was Language arts. That is the class that you hated, it's not that you hated writing, but because in that one class not even the teacher seemed to notice you.
Although, today that might just be a great thing considering you were almost three minutes late.
You were speed walking, almost running really. You ran, looking down at the tiled floor, worried about the reaction you would get when you charged into the classroom. Most of the students would look at you probably thinking; who the heck is she?
"Oof!" Running into something, you stumbled backwards, dropping a handful of books in the process. "A-ah! I'm so sorry!" You shouted, not even bothering to look up at the person you had ran into, but instead instantly went to go p
HetaliaXUnnoticed!Reader- Ch.1More Like This
It was another beautiful sunny day outside as you walked to your bus stop. Mind you, the air was quite chilled, maybe making the weather feel around 30° Fahrenheit, (that's also about -1° Celsius) but you didn't mind at all.
As you reached your bus stop, you noticed all the other teens conversing joyfully with each other, not one even bothering to turn there head to acknowledge you, but it didn't exactly bother you anymore. You had gotten use the lack of attention.
Ever since you had started high school, no, ever since you had started junior high you had started falling back in popularity. But once you had started your first year of high school, which started a few months ago, people just stopped talking to you. In reality, you only had one good friend, but she wasn't even at the bus stop yet.
You took out your phone an
EnglandxReader: Family MorningsMore Like This
You smiled as you sat up in bed. Pulling the sheets closer to your body you looked over at your sleeping husband. He was snoring. Mouth hanging open, drooling on the pillow.
Brushing a bit of hair out of his face you leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. You always got up this early to make him tea and breakfast before he woke up. Slipping out of bed you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.
He was trying to pull you back in his sleep. Gingerly you disentangled his arms from you and slipped on your bathrobe.
You made him his tea and some eggs and toast.
Mama, a little voice from the kitchen whispered. You turned to see Matthew.
What is it baby?
Matthew was holding his toy bear to his chest, Im hungry can we have pancakes?
You shook your head, How about toast?
The ten year old sighed, but nodded and sat at the kitchen table rubbing his eyes.
A few mintues later rapid footsteps were heard, MA!
AmericaxReader - I Won't Give UpMore Like This
~*~ Alfreds P.O.V. ~*~
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
I sit on the couch with Arthur, my head in my hands, breathing deeply. Arthur brings through a mug of coffee for me and some tea for him, placing them both on the table. He doesnt speak, waiting for me to do so, first.
A picture sits on the table, face up. A picture of her. A picture of ________.
Shes smiling so happily, as if nothing could have ever gone wrong. Her eyes are bright, sparkling, full of hope and showing happiness.
Its painful to look at.
Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up
What the hell went wrong? I eventually ask.
You know I cant answer that, Alfred, he replies, quietly, There
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BEEP BEEP BEEP
Entering your house after coming home from work, you hear the sound of the fire alarm. You sigh and walk through to the kitchen again, snatching up the towel you keep by the doorway, which you use on a regular basis now, but not for drying spills. No need to panic that the fire alarm is going off, because youve seen a familiar car parked outside.
No, this towel is to fan the smoke away from the fire alarm and out of the kitchen window whenever your boyfriend, Arthur, is cooking. Usually, he doesnt burn things, and you never thought his cooking could get worse, but, unfortunately, you have been proven wrong by both him and the horrible cloud of smoke making you cough at this moment in time.
You exchanged keys a while ago, so youre not surprised to find him inside once youd seen the car. He tries to be sweet, attempting to cook for you, but, unfortunately, his cooking isnt a good thing.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
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Alfred looks at his reflection in the mirror, frowning. At least, it looks like Alfred. The thing is, Alfred isnt who he seems to be. In fact, the words that next leave his mouth are proof of that.
Oh, bloody hell he mutters, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair.
Yep. Its Arthur. In Alfreds body.
Stupid spell! I thought it would work! Alfred or, rather, Arthur says. The situation seems quite comical, as Alfreds voice also came with his body, so, of course, it sounds like Alfred trying to do a British accent.
A few minutes ago, Arthur was trying to do a spell to curse Alfred after well, details shall not be mentioned about the reason of the curse, only that Alfreds pranks have all become too much for his brother
The only problem was that the spell backfired a little. Okay, a lot. Now, Arthur is staring into the Americans blue eyes instead of his own. Well, maybe he could say they&
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“Hey Eduard…” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “wanna play a game?” You waited for a response, when one never came, you filled the silence.
“So, if you had to, would you rather…have a dragon or be one? I know what I’d choose,” but that you decided to keep to yourself. You stood on the roof of a beautiful mansion, the lid of a vent placed to the side.
“Eduard? Are you even listening to me?” You tapped the communicator device in your ear.
You made sure the coast was clear before you climbed inside the vent. It was very dark and noisy in there. The metal was cold and you could hear your breath echo the whole time.
“_____, you need to focus,” Eduard said finally. His Estonian accent filled your ears.
“Ugh! This mission is so boring!”
“Could you keep it down? The sound in the vents carry…Well, no one ever said that the life of a CIA agent was a glamoro
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"So, you want to tell me that you got the movie, finally convinced me to watch it, and now you don't want to watch it?" Levi stood, pinching the bridge of his nose in an irritated manner as he heard your lame protests.
"I was willing to watch it, until Armin started blabbering about how grossly terrifying and gory it is! Come on Levi, it's about some lunatic who creates a titan out of human bodies!" you crossed your arms, a sigh escaping your mouth as you remember the critical details Armin, your best friend, mentioned.
However, your excuses obviously weren't getting to your boyfriend. Not a single bit.
"[F/N], let's face it. Is there anything that actually doesn't at least mildly horrify Arlert?" he gave you a please-stop-bullshitting-me look. You pondered for a millisecond, and shook your head in realisation. "Still not going to watch it, though."
"Seriously, [F/N]? I thought you were smarter than this. You should know that all that gore and blood is fake, you idiot," Levi's v
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WARNING: If you couldn't tell by the smexy title, this fanfic has
SLIGHTLYVERY suggestive themes. Mild but still spicaaay.
"Look! There she is! The Ice Queen!"
"Shhh, you idiot! Do you want her to kill us with her glare?!"
You sighed. That one expiration drew a heavy tension in the cafeteria hall as fellow recruits paused, food trays trembling in hand. To all the others, it looked like you sighed in annoyance, and when you turned towards the person who claimed you could "kill with a glare," he fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT MEEEEEE!!!"
You sighed again as he took this as a sign to get the fuck away before you murdered him. But the truth was, you were sighing in dejection.
It was absolutely hopeless. No one would ever understand you.
You were the shyest, girliest member of the Survey Corps, but to everyone else, you were the strongest, most ruthless, emotionless Cadet. Even Corporal Levi was only able to
Stay in Bed Mornings EnglandxReader He was late coming home, again. He had even texted you telling you he was about to leave over three hours ago, and then he had texted you back ten minutes later apologizing for the tardiness he knew was going to come. Arthur's boss had been doing this more and more frequently it seemed, you were beginning to let yourself think you never even got to see him for more than an hour at a time, and that alone could hurt even the closest of marriages.More Like This
You sighed, shaking your head and letting some strands of your (h/c) hair fall in front of your face, resting your palms on the cool surface of the mattress. You had stayed up waiting for him every single night this week and it was taking a toll on you. Perhaps you would just lay down for a quick nap, shut your eyes for just a moment to regain just an hour of the sleep you had lost this previous week.
Slowly you lowered your body down, relishing the way the mattress seemed to hug your body close to it, enveloping you as the comforter
Nutella England x Reader"What?!" you shouted almost falling out of your kitchen chair. Your best friend Arthur Kirkland had come over for the day to hang out. Everything was going fine until you asked him if he wanted a snack.More Like This
"Sorry love, I've never tried it." he said shrugging his shoulders.
"How could you have never tried nutella!?" you flailed your arms for emphasis. Arthur let out an irritated sigh and ran a hand through his blond, messy hair.
"I just haven't. Alfred always tried but always failed. What's so good about it anyway? Isn't it just nuts?"
You nearly fainted. "Just nuts?! It's not just nuts! It a blend of hazel nuts and chocolaty goodness!" You grabbed a small silver spoon from your cupboard drawer. Then, reached up into the cabinet fumbling while trying to reach down a fresh jar of nutella. Arthur watched you with one of his bushy eyebrows raised.
You twisted off the lid and pulled back to paper seal. Which, much to your dismay, was harder than it looked to take off. Once off, you dipped the
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“Allistor...” [Name] gently pushed the Scottish man off her neck. Though he was undeniably sexy, there was something about Arthur that his brother couldn’t beat. Maybe it was the gentle way he gazed at her (often times after scolding her for her inappropriate behavior); his emerald eyes sparkling with a look only described as love.
Nice guys don’t always finish last.
“Does that mean...?” England began, before being cut off by his brother.
“Tch. You’d really pick me idiot brother over me?” The other set of emerald eyes bored into her [e/c] orbs, until the latter looked away, ashamed. She really liked Allistor, she truly
did. He just fit more into the ‘fun best friend’ role rather than a boyfriend.
“Whatever.” He growled, stepping towards the door of his brother’s house. “Just remember, lassie. I’m not giving up on you just yet. That’s a promise.” The redhead glared one fi
EnglandxReader: Should I Tell Her?"Ms. Fairy, could I ever tell her?" I asked, watching her chat to her friends from the distance.More Like This
"Pixie, should I ask her now?" I questioned, smiling at her gentle laugh.
"You should wait."
"I should tell her now, shouldn't I, Flying Mint Bunny?" I inquired, observing her talking to a boy.
"I can't tell her anymore, Alfred," I said, gazing at her with her new boyfriend.
"Dude! You're totally stalking her!"
"I have to tell her now, Kiku. All those bloody jerks..." Her friends had left her.
"Umm, sorry, what are you talking about?"
"Should I tell her now, Peter? That bloody git left her," I stated, watching her cry.
"Why are you asking me?"
"I hope I have time to tell her, Captain Hook! I have to tell her!" I was running toward her flat.
"Arg, you best hurry up, me lad."
"I must have time to tell her, Dyrad! I must have time to tell her!" She was carried out of her burning apartment onto a stretcher.
"I hope you do."
"Why couldn't I tell her earlier?" I was si
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The Rule of a Gentleman # 239
When you say “I love you”, say it in a way she’ll want to hear it. Look her in the eyes; grasp her hand, and lean close to her. So she knows you’re truly serious.
Today was a special day; it marked yours and Arthur’s fourth anniversary as a couple. And today Arthur wanted to make it a day to remember; for the both of you. Arthur had gotten up early to get things ready for the day. Arthur strategically placed notes, hints, and riddles all over the house for you to find him. Now all he needed to do was wait for you to wake up; and his plan would commence.
Rolling over in bed to snuggle up to your Brit; only to feel around he wasn’t there. Sitting up in bed and wide awake; you look over to Arthur’s spot to find a folded piece of paper resting on his pillow. Looking at it for a moment you hesitantly take the paper and unfold it to see it was for you.
What you could gather from the letter was that you were
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"I feel like I'm forgetting something, poppet..." England murmured from the crook of your neck as he hugged the blushing you from behind. He sighed, tickling the nerves on your skin and you blushed even more.
"How could I even begin to remember anything when you keep on distracting me, hm, England?" you murmured back to him, pouting cutely at his reflection. Currently, you were trying to prepare yourself for the day in the bathroom, but England wouldn't even leave you alone for a second.
"Well, can you just try to remember for me, love?" he nudged you, caressing your backside before letting you go. You watched from the reflection of the bathroom mirror as he made his way over to a calendar hanging in the room, hopping over the Unicorn lying on the tiled floor in the process.
You hummed as you brushed your teeth. England hummed back, contemplating the dates, before calling out to you again, "Love, today is the 23rd of April, is it not
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“Arthur, come on,” you groaned when Arthur would continually ignore you as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed and facing you. His features were peaceful as he ignored everything in his half-awake state, which annoyed you, a lot, “Get up and off your flipping, sexy ass already and go check up on the baby already...”
Arthur, in an uncommon but justifiable stroke of immaturity, chose to ignore you as you continued to complain, deciding to just encase you in his lean but strong arms and chest to keep you from moving. He smiled as he buried his face in you neck, quietly listening to your words as he lies there. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling child calling for you and Arthur, sleepy parents, from the nursery room.
Sleepily, you said to Arthur again, “For crying out loud Arthur, please, it's your turn to check on the baby...”
Arthur lifted one of his eyelids to allow his glittering green eyes to stare at yo
England x Reader - Make-Up Kisses.England x Reader - Make-Up Kisses.More Like This
An amused giggle left your lips, as you painted the lips of your best friend - if you can call him a friend - with your favorite pink lipstick.
"Stop squirming around, Artie. Otherwise your whole face will be pink when I'm done.", you said. Arthur, who sat in his favorite armchair in front of you, snorted. "Why did I even agree to this?", he muttered, more to himself than to you.
You grinned. "Oh, c'mon Artie. You didn't agree, as if. It's only because you lost this bet.", you said and reached for your eyeliner. Arthur grumbled something inaudible as his gaze traveled to his coffee table. Your Make-Up case which was lying there was opened and it's contents were scattered on the table.
You were right. If you hadn't concluded this bet with Arthur, you would probably be killed by him if you only tried to touch his face. You chuckled. You knew that your best fr