Anglophilia- EnglandxReader Anglophile or Anglophil (ˈæŋɡləʊfɪl, -ˌfaɪl)
1. a person having admiration for England or the English
You weren't sure why you acted like this.
Maybe it was those accents.
Maybe it was the culture.
Maybe it was…
Okay, let's cut the crap shall we? You know exactly why you were like this.
The reason was standing in front of you, right now, unaware of your presence right now because his back to you.
He had fuzzy eyebrows, loved god awful food and tea, had gawjus green eyes, and an accent that made you swoon.
He was the personification of England, and he was the reason for your Anglophilia.
You'd had these feelings for Arthur Kirkland for such a long time, ever since you were kids. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to exactly… reciprocate your feelings. You made the mistake of telling him this too soon and he rejected you.
But did that dampen your spirits? No! You were determined to get the Brit to love you back, and once your mind was set
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Anyone in their right state of mind would notice that Arthur was distracted. They were arguing as always, yet the Brit wasn't saying a word. He wasn't yelling at Alfred for his idiotic ideas, he wasn't succumbing to the need to strangle the French man next to him, and his attention wasn't even drawn to Ludwig when he took control of the meeting. Another average World Summit meeting, but without Arthur prolonging activities, they actually accomplished a few things.
"England!" America yelled at the top of his booming voice.
The country spoken to looked over to the younger nation in slight confusion and anger at his thoughts being interrupted.
"What's wrong, dude? You've been quiet all day." He asked, worry lacing his usually chaotic voice.
"'e 'asn't even tried to strangle me."
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WARNING England might be a bit ooc >_
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I saw your face in a criminal sketch
Don't be alarmed 'cause you don't know me yet
I'm on the prowl now, sniffing around this town for you
Calling all cars, there's an officer down
Shot to the heart on the night on the town, and
The evidence of your fingerprints was found, and now
You had done it again. That's right, you [First Name] [Last Name] had broken in to yet another house and the police had been notified. You really had to learn to be a bit sneakier. After all, you only did this to get by! ...And then some. A cop was on your tail, you really hoped you wouldn't have to shoot him like the last one. The look of pain on the late officers face was too much for you to bear seeing again. You had a special type of relationship with the officers, you were friendly with them but still ran. It was more like a never-ending game of tag in a child's backyard rather than police officers chasing a criminal. You looked back for a moment and smiled. You knew this one, he was
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(Name) (LastName) smiled as she gazed at the man on the otherwise of the counter. He was so unusual! However, this only made the (HairColour) (HairLength) female fall more in love. Oliver had such amazing eyes. Lolly blue with candy floss pink swirls. The pink was swirling lazily, giving off the effect of peacefulness. His hair was short and fluffy, and it was a candy floss pink! So adorable~
People always said the Oliver Kirkland was mad. A murder. However, from the day you met him, you life had turned around completely.
"Oliver..... Look I would love to go to your house... But to study? I mean seriously...." (Name) moaned.
The pink haired male turned to her and grinned.
"Don't worry poppet~! My family are.... Well.... Ok their not that nice but they try their best~!" Oliver said.
(Name) rolled her (EyeColour) orbs. But she still followed him anyway.
Oliver pushed open an old looking oak door, revealing the interio
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"Ugh, I hate history." you groaned yourself.
"What do you mean? You're an straight "A" student, even you got A's on history." Your best friend, Natasha said.
"I know but history makes me sleepy. I love all the subjects except THAT one." You said as you lay on the desk table at class.
You're an straight "A" high school student, Senior year, and 18 years old and ready for school to be over and graduate. You have a best friend named Natasha. You've been with her since elementary school and look out for each other like sisters. Your parents died of car accident last year and stayed at your parents house by yourself with help pay by your grandparents and with full time job with good pay. You work at doctor's assistant that your mother used to work before she died. You always loved school, every subjects and classmates, except history and lots of school boys who had crush on you.
When the class bell rings, the history is about to start.
"Alright class, this week's project is going
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"Hey Alfred?" I said.
"What?" he pulled his eyes away from the screen long enough to give me an irritated look.
"I think I'm gonna go over to Arthur's and-"
He looked at me all panicked and checked the time on his phone, "Oh I wouldn't go over there now."
I raised an eyebrow, "Why's that?"
He snorted and handed me his phone, returning his gaze to the screen, "Go ahead and try to even CALL him. He won't want to talk."
Snatching the phone from him, I punched Arthur's number in the held the phone to my ear. It rang forever before going to voice mail. Irritated, I called again. Again, it went to voice mail. I began to get worried. I called again then turned to Alfred.
"What's wrong? Is he hurt or something?"
CIRL Male!HungaryxReaderHumming lightly to yourself, you rummaged through the cupboards of your kitchen, looking for the right ingredients for a cake. Your classes had been cancelled due to the torrential downpour outside and you hadn’t done any real baking in a while, so this was the perfect opportunity for it. You just hoped the power would manage to last long enough for you to finish.More Like This
But you would worry about these things as they came. For right now, all that mattered was getting your stuff together and starting the baking process. And of course you couldn’t just settle with the boxed stuff! Nope! Making things from scratch was much more satisfying in your opinion.
You continued making your way around the kitchen, occasionally going back to your recipe to make sure you were getting the proper ingredients. Before long, you had everything set out nicely on one side of the counter, all ready to go. So with an excited smile you got to work.
It wasn’t too long before you were pouring the batt
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Ever had one of those days when you think it can't worse and then it does? That was the kind of day you were having.
First you woke up late for work. The ONLY time you were late to work. And what does your boss do? He fired you. To make matters worse your A-hole boyfriend was a total jack-ass about it when you had called him up crying. AND the parking meter had run out and now you had a 50 dollar fine. And to top it all of your gold fish had died.
You tapped the steering wheel of your car in annoyance. It was taking forever for the stupid light to change. You leaned your head back and sighed.
A sign across the street caught your attention. You squinted, not quite able to believe what it said. "Hetalia Cat Emporium." You stared, what a weird name for a shop.
A honk from behind startled you. Giving the guy the finger, you made a sharp turn and pulled into the parking lot.
A cat just might be the t
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The meowing from the cats was loud. There had to be at least thirty cats there.
"Are you looking for a particular type of cat?"
"No. Not really..." You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Are there any kittens?"
"Yes!" Elizabeta clapped her hands. "Only one though, the other two where adopted." Nodding you followed her over to a cardboard box.
Inside was a smallish beige and white cat. It had the most vibrant purple eyes you had ever seen.
"This is Matthew. His father, Francis, is that one over there." You looked over at the fluffy white cat.
"Um I'll take him!" Reaching out you patted the kittens head. He blinked up at you.
Elizabeta grinned, "Good choice! Matthew's a bit shy, but he'll warm up to you!"
It was a rather quiet ride home. You kept glancing at the kitten, He had fallen asleep after being put in the carrier. You smiled at the collar around his neck. Elizabeta had given it to you
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So many caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaats.
You tapped your foot in frustration. How could such a small room hold so many cats?
Which cat...... How could something so simple be so difficult? Did that even make sense?
You remembered a slight problem. Your son.
Geez, you didn't want to bring home a cat that would scratch or bite him.
"Um are there any cats that don't mind kids?" You scratched the back of your head, surveying the assortment before you.
Elizabeta nodded, "We have Berwald and Tino." She pointed at a chair. On it sat two cats, a small beige one and a rather intimidating looking, big gray-blue cat. "Tino is a really sweetheart. He loves people, especially little kids. Berwald doesn't really interact that much with people, but he can be really affectionate when he wants."
You stared at both cats. Berwald glared back. Geez.
"Um could I have Tino?" The smaller cat defiantly looked kid friendly. Elizabeta nodded and re
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You stared intently at the cats around you. You wanted a self-sufficent cat. One that wouldn't need you around 24-7
A smoky-gray cat with icy-blue eyes caught your attention. Actually it was the energetic tabby that was running in circles next to him, that first caught your attention.
"Is he up for adoption?" You pointed at the gray cat.
Elizabeta nodded, picking him up and shoving him in your arms. "Yup."
You stared down at the cat. He looked like he was scowling.
"Doesn't he need a cat-carrier?" You patted his smooth head.
"Nope. He's a really well behaved cat." She picked up a stack of papers, "He's like a little soldier or something. He keeps the other cats in line and never acts up."
"What's his name?" You signed paper after paper.
"Weeeell at first we called him Ludwig. But recently we've started to call him Germouser."
Huh. Kind of a strange name for a cat. But whatever.
-----Tiny time skip-----
Elizabeta was right.
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"We have a really big selection of cats as you can see." Elizabeta laughed.
She was right. You didn't think you had ever seen as many cats as there were in this place. A small tabby rubbed up against your leg. He had a funny curl on his head.
"Thats Itabby." she pointed to a dark gray cat, "Thats his friend Germouser."
Nodding you crouched, patting the cat's head. A rather large white cat sauntered up to you. He had a friendly air about him.
"Whats this guys name?" You rubbed a hand across his fluffy head.
Elizabeta raised an eyebrow, "Thats Francis. He likes to cause trouble." You stared at the cat. He winked up at you.
Kinda weird for a cat.......
"He really doesn't look like he causes that much trouble." You mused aloud.
Elizabeta snorted. "Between him and his friends....." She motioned towards two cats sitting across the room. They were also white, although one had beige patches of fur.
The fluffy cat loo
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You looked around at the groups of cats. So many to chose from....
This was going to be a hard choice too. All of them were so cute!
You watched as a little beige cat with a brown riffle of fur around its neck raced around the room, jumping over a rather annoyed looking Scottish fold.
Something brushed your leg making you jump in surprise. A fluffy long-haired cat looked up at you, it's long white hair brushing the floor.
"Hi kitty." It meowed, blinking up at you. Crouching down you patted it on the head, while looking around.
So many frickin' cats!!
A little shape in the corner of the room caught your attention.
It was a small black and white cat. He just sat there looking at the ground while the other cats romped around him. It had to be one of the cutest sights you had ever seen.
"Um." You stood up, "Is that one up for adoption?"
Elizabeta pursed her lips, "Are you sure about that one? He's not very social."
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You really hated the little town you lived in. It was a sleepy, half-dead kind of town. What your family and the other 78 residents thought was fun, you considered to be sleep inducing. You knew EVERYONE in the frickin' town. You wanted excitment, Fun something out of the norm for this place. Little did you know, a whirl wind of excitment was headed your way.
"So. Hows school?" Your father asked you, like he did every morning.
You bit into a peice of toast.
"Have you heard the news?
You rolled your eyes. In a town like this, gossip spread like wild fire. If there was anything new your nosiy neighbor wold have already called by now.
He frowned at you."Don't be like that. This is actually something of some importance."
You raised an eyebrow. Yo
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You were curled up in a chair, flipping through a WWII Book. It was some pretty heavy stuff, but being the history geek you were, it was to enthralling to put down.
"Reading another one of those books _____?" You glanced up at your mother. She was frowning at you. "It can't be healthy to read those all the time."
Shrugging you placed the book on the bedside table, "It's just something that interests me."
She grimaced, "It's more like a obsession." Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stretched, "Well! I'm going to bed." She nodded and gave you quick hug.
You crawled into bed. Staring up at the ceiling you thought about the events you had read about.
Your Scottish fold Iggy jumped onto the bed. Absentmindedly you patted his head.
Slowly you drifted off to sleep
It was cold.
Waaaaaaaay to cold.
You frowned and buried your face deep
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The reaction when he found you must've been shock. He was the youngest of 2 brothers and knew there weren't too many people who actually liked him to help (thank god for uncle Arthur and Francis, otherwise, who knows what might've happened).
Even so, you knew he loved you very much. Sure it took awhile for it to ease in but once it did, everything seemed better. He would always ask how school was when you opened the door. He always listened and if it happened that something was wrong...
It didn't stay wrong for long. End of story.
Like when you came home one day. Your dad heard the bus stopping then eventually pulling away. The door opened. "_________, how was scho-"
The door slamming and a pair
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Your eyes squinted at the bright scene before you. You were on a lovely beach, with white sand and crystal blue waters. There was hardly a cloud in the sky. You huffed.
You didn't particularly want to be here. In an attempt to get you out of your house, your friends had eagerly suggested that you come with them on spring break. They had found an excellent deal at a resort, and the more people who went, the cheaper the cost would be. You had originally told them no, planning on spending your spring break cuddled up inside reading your favorite book. But as soon as your parents heard of this scheme, they wouldn't take no for an answer.
"You always spend so much time inside."
"Some fresh air will be good for you!"
"It'll be so relaxing."
"You'll regret it if you stay home."
Had been the countless things they had said to you. And that's where you found yourself now, on day number one of your vacation. You walked o
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Of course, you were still seeking for thrills. Just the different.. Kind.
When you had first heard of the trend, you had simply laughed. A child’s game gone wrong it had seemed, especially with what could happen in the snap of a single band. An elastic one at that. However, as time went on, you had become more and more... Engrossed in the phenomenon that had caught on so quickly. Indeed, the concept of these so-called ‘shag-bands’ had begun
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You and Alfred have always been picky about the way you two eat the delicious treat: Oreo's. Alfred was of course the most common, he was a dunker; while you on the other hand were a: eat then sip up some milk kind of girl. One day you were sitting at home watching (Favorite TV program), when you received a text message from Alfred.
Hey! Can I come over? I’ve got Oreo's if that makes a difference.
At first glance you were going to reply with "No" but then you read onto the Oreo's part and decided it wouldn't be a bad idea.
I was going to say no, but the Oreo's are kind of tempting...Yes, you can come over.
Alright! I'll be over in 10 minutes.
You took in a deep breath of air, "Man he can be annoying sometimes, and hopefully it's not on one of his 'annoying' days. Wait, (Name), don't judge people because of how they act sometimes. B
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You clamped your lips shut and held your hand over your mouth tightly, in an attempt to keep yourself from bursting out into laughter. Your muffled giggles grew slightly louder as you heard the loud footsteps of your British father, Arthur, frantically running back and forth through the house trying to find you. You made sure not to laugh loud enough for him to hear you; you didn’t want to end your fun just yet.
You didn’t know exactly how long you had been hiding, but you knew it had been a fairly long time. Which in your mind, only made this game more fun, But, to your father, the longer he was looking for you the more worried he became. You see, he didn’t know you two where playing a game. All he knew was you where missing and he couldn’t find you. Anywhere. Where were you? Had you run off somewhere? What happened to his darling angel, ______?
Arthur had searched the entire house. Every bedroom, every bathroo
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"Should I be concerned that you are randomly deciding to come outside in the middle of the day. Especially after saying you were going to be busy playing Call of Duty all day?" you asked as your loud American friend Alfred dragged you by your forearm out of your house.
"It's a nice day out dude!" Alfred smiled proudly, breathing in the late June air.
"Now I am really worried," you stated as you squirmed in his grasp.
"Now go stand over there," Alfred instructed as he pointed to the east side of the house, that was now in the cool blackened shade.
"May I ask why?" you asked as Alfred pushed you towards the wall.
"Nope," he smiles as he positioned you. Just like an artists would position their model. "Now smile," he told you, in his hands he held a tiny silver camera.
Reluctantly you smiled towards the tiny silver lens. You heard the sound of the flash go off, but as well felt something wet dropping above you. You glanced up to see a large red pail, balancing on the window sill a few fee
Teacher!England x Reader - Unexcused AbsenceThe wind was being very mean to the thin-limbed trees battering the windows of the home of one Mr. Arthur Kirkland. You pulled your hoodie sleeves up to your knuckles, with a firm hold on a small brass key. The place was quiet so that the creaking of the door hinges stuck fast in your mind. There was one sole lamp light, coming from the living room just around the corner. As you toed off your shoes, a fluster of coughing broke the stillness. You heard a groan and a creak of leather and tiptoed quietly into the room, against the wall and so out of sight of the coughing man in the recliner.More Like This
"H-hhaa--tsch! Ugh, god..."
"AAH!" He flinched violently, a box of tissues tumbling from his lap. "Wh--what are you doing here!"
"Um, I'm your girlfriend?" You picked up the box and placed it daintily on the table beside him, and ruffled his knotty blond hair. "Poor baby. The sub said you were out sick. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I sort of fell asleep," he rasped, "after phoning for a subst
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I coughed again and grabbed a tissue out of the box sitting on the bed next to me. I groaned when I laid back down in my pillows, my nose still as stuffed before I grabbed my tissue.
I hated being sick. Not only did I have to miss days where I could be working, I also felt awful. My nose was either stuffed all the time or mucus ran down like there was no tomorrow. My head was pounding so much, it felt like I could die. And, of course, that beautiful thing known as a cough made my sore throat even more sore (if that was possible).
I grabbed a cough drop that my roommate had put on the nightstand (along with all the other medicine) before she left for work. I felt bad since she was taking my shift at the Cafe, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Everytime I tried moving, the pounding in my head just increased. But I couldn’t just lie here all day. I was so bored!
I looked around my room. I had read all my books recently. Oh, the laptop. I stretched as far
Hetalia: America x Reader: A Hot Day With Alfred"Arghh! _____, it's too hot!!!" Alfred whined, fanning himself with his hand and wiping sweat off his forehead with the other.More Like This
"Eh?! I know that! You don't need to point out the obvious Al." You sighed, rolling your eyes.
"But it's hot!!" He moaned, slouching tiredly.
"Well, what else do you want me to do about it?" You snapped. "I've already turned the huge electric fan over there on max!"
Currently, with your best friend complaining by your ear, you were sitting on the steps of Alfred's patio. Earlier, knowing that the weather was sunny, you had given Alfred a little visit. But it became too sunny. You knocked on the door and waited for a long, long time before you heard the American stumble downstairs and finally open the door. It was like he was hibernating in the summer and just woke up! You told him to go outside for some warm fresh air and so, more or less, dragged him out to the patio. Hence, why Alfred was complaining on how hot it was.&
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--Woot! My first 2P Hetalia reader insert! Hopefully it all turns out well ^^ This is also a trade for a 2P!Germany oneshot, and the request was for a fluffy 2P!England, so this is what I have to show~
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or You*
When you were a child, you heard stories of a world far more desirable than the realm you lived in currently, where fields were green and lush, supported by pristine blue rivers full of life. The inhabitants were similar in shape and color to your people; however, their intentions were nothing close to similar. It is often said the world even accommodated light blue skies full of fluffy white clouds, giving everything around it stunning, cheerful color. Unfortunately for you, the only color you ever saw was red.
Everything in this world was tainted red; from the endless skies with dusky streaks of moisture, to the solemn color of people's eyes. Even the rivers were a violet color, thanks to the ever so colorful sky. Everything
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"__________? What's wrong? "
_________ kept her ears covered, so she couldn't hear him. He reached down and pulled her hands away. When she did, her attention turned to the TV and she screamed, closing her eyes and shaking like a wet dog attempting to dry itself off.
"T-that thing!" She cried, pointing to the TV
America's attention turned to the TV and he looked confused.
"Zorak? I mean sure, he's kind of a douche, but…"
"N-no… the other one…"
"…You mean, Brak?"
_________ shuddered at even the sound of his name before nodding her head. "Y-yeah…"
America burst out into a huge fit of laughter. "A-ha-ha! Dude, are you serious right now? Haven't you seen space ghost?! He's totally harmless!"
"I know that, stupid! But I
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Your parents then looked at the both of you and asked "What is going on?!" Alfred walked over to you and gripped your shoulders in a tight hug and replied "[y/n], me, and a buddy of ours are going on a date". They were confounded at what they were hearing but shrugged it off and set the date.
'Oh dear lord, what have I gotten myself into?'
And it continues … again ….
Soon, Saturday came in the blink of an eye! You were nervous considering you've never been on a "real" date before. You went out with some friends that were guys in the past but there was never anything serious.
You decided to set your alarm at 6am since you figured it was a "date" you could at least attempt to look nice. You pulled out the last dress you had (since you only owned 2 and already wore the other one). It was a nice simple dress, that buttoned up from the waist to the hem of the collar. The dress was white
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'What is he blushing for? Also, his face is like a bright tomato...' You were curious enough to stare at him.
"W-Why are you looking...?" he stuttered nervously.
"Nevermind. Let's go back to work."
Later after that, Arthur arrived at the photo shoot. He was all set, there's no need for him to do make up or any outfit changes, he was already look that good. Your eyes had been stuck on him while making different poses. Arthur CAN be hot too.
"Hello __~" Arthur greeted you cheerfully.
"Hi." you said.
"Are you tired?" Arthur questioned.
"I see, good to hear." thus, he smiled.
'Ah, so cheesy!!! It gives me goosebumps!!!' Alfred got irritated again. Sceneries kept happening like that in the set, it was driving Alfred mad. He was doing his work by himself while you were working with Arthur on the other side. His close photographer-friend asked him why Alfred's eyes were glued on the two and growing some sort of "Russian aura." He wanted to say the truth yet
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You sigh in defeat as you slump backward into the chair. These thoughts were running through your head and it was annoying you like hell.
"I've always wanted you *name*."
Just that one line made your face heat up like a cherry. You tilted your head to the side to cover it, but it was no use. You hear England speak quietly, "Heh. *Name*, don't hide your blush from me. It is only me of course." He then starts laughing lowly.
Who was this man? Where was the gentleman that you once knew? The England who loved drinking tea with you, or reading to you. The man who always somehow set the kitchen on fire? That man was now replaced by a 'France' in disguise. England was now slightly perverted sounding. Especially since you were chained to a chair. He probably thought it was kinky or some bullshit.
Just has you were thinking theses thoughts, you we
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Can I have some comments people? *cricket sounds* Oh well worth a try >.
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"No!" you cry as you bolt upright from your bed. You look at the clock on your bedside table and notice that it's 4:38 AM. "Just a dream," you say and sigh in relief. You wipe the sheen of cold sweat from your forehead. You dreamt that Feli, your best friend, had gone into a mysterious mansion with your other friends and had encountered an extremely hostile monster that trapped them in there. It was a part of a recurring dream: you had had it several times, each being a different point in time. All of them were in that mansion. This time your point of view was directly behind Feli. You were forced to watch as your friends all died before your eyes. Towards the end of the dream, you could feel Feli's desperation to protect them and his despair at not being able to. He was utterly alone, and that's when the monster struck. It raised its nasty, hairless arm and slashed downwards toward Feli. You ran towards him screaming, and that's when you woke up. One of the things that really sticks i
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Soon enough it was around ten o'clock, and I had found myself bored to death. I wasn't even in the mood to watch any more TV… I didn't really want to from the start. My mind was completely set on the whole 'hand-cuffed-with-my-crush' thing. I sighed out loudly.
"(name), sorry about that… Would you like to take a walk?"
"Wha- but… that's just embarrassing!"
"It'll be fine, just trust me, won't you?"
I let my eyes wander off to the blank walls of the room, but from the corner of my eye, I can see Arthur putting on a serious face. Surprised, I gaze into Arthur's eyes, and he remains still and silent. His eyes were green. Green like a tropical forest in utopia. Or maybe the green from a familiar fairytale I heard long ago about the Wizard of Oz… Either way, his eyes just mesmerize me, and as soon as his eyes lock onto yours, you can't simply look away.
"I suppose… Yeah, why not?"
England x Blind!Sick!Reader - Rain - Final Arthur sat in his study, head rested on the desk. There was no hope. The doctor's couldn't help. He looked up at his tea cup blankly and stirred the spoon around. You were already in bed. Have been for a couple hours.More Like This
The Brit sat up straight and began to dig furiously through his drawers when he pulled out an old, worn out leather book. It was his old Dark Magic book full of healing spells and such. He thumbed through the pages, eyes scanning for key words. He finally stopped, and read furiously down the page. He found it. The cure. He would have jumped up and danced around in joy if he weren't a gentleman.
"Mint!" he called out excitedly. The odd green mammal appeared in fron of him.
"Look! I can save her!" Arthur held up the book, smiling ear to ear. "I can save ________! She won't be blind or sick anymore! Why didn't I think of this before?!"
Mint bunny scanned the page, then looked up sadly at Arthur, "Her memory will be wiped. The spell
England x Reader - Arcades (Request)"…Why did you guys drag me here again?" you asked your friends, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.More Like This
"Because we needed someone to keep track of the scores so the loser has to treat us to dinner later." replied (Friend 1), still pressing buttons on her controller, not even looking away from the screen for one second.
"Even so, why me? You know I hate arcades." you continued complaining, very unsatisfied with their answer.
"Cuz' everyone one else was busy." said (Friend 2), somehow able to play with one hand and eat chips with the other at the same time.
"There's nothing for me to do here though…"
"Here (Name), you can play too. There's room for one more player." (Friend 3) called out.
"…Nevermind, I'll just watch." you replied, while your friends kept on screaming "Die alien, die!"
"Oh yeah dude! I win again!" you heard from behind you.
'Ugh, and this is why I hate arcades, everything's too loud!' you thought exasperatedly, but decided to see who was yelling anyway, not eve
EnglandXxXxReader"Bloody hell!" An angry British man yelled.More Like This
"I-I'm sorry!" A [h/c] haired girl yelled.
"[Name] do you know how long it took me to get enough money to buy this!?" He yelled, holding up his laptop.
"N-no....but I said I was sorry! It was an accident!" You yelled back.
"How the bloody hell do you accidentally break a laptop screen!?"
"B-But I was us-"
Arthur sighed and started rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"You know what, [Name]? Maybe you should just go home."
He glared at you.
"I said go!"
You stepped back with wide eyes as you stared at him in shock.
You stomped to his door.
You turned around towards him with tears streaming down your face.
He looked at you with wide eyes.
"Don't ever call me! Don't talk to me anymore, you stupid asshole! I hate you!" You yelled as you slammed the door.
Arthur put his hands in front of his face and fell to the floor.
"What have I done?"
The next morning you woke up with tear stains on your face.
You went to look in
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Cheesey: CHAPTER THREE~~~!!!*dances around*
America: YES THE HERO IS BACK!!
Cheesey: wait...you left? When?
America: *scratches head* huh don't remember... i just wasn't in the opening last time...
Cheesey: thats right...you weren't...
Prussia: And now i'm not
Cheesey: congrats you just were
America/Prussia: Cheesey owns nothing except the plot!!!!
Age:10 years old
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?" Your dad screamed at the television as you beat him at one of his favorite video game again. "This is your fault ya know..." he said looking at you.
"hey," you said holding up your hands, "don't hate the player, hate the game." Smirking, you added, "Oh and i won the game therefore i choose where we go to eat."
"grrr fine," your father grumbled, putting the game console away.
"Howa 'bout~" you said out loud, tapping your chin as you did so. "Hmmm~ howa 'bout... mcdonalds~" you mused, laughing at y
CronusxJadeblood!Reader: Simple ThingsSimple things: Cronus x Jadeblood ReaderMore Like This
Sadstuck? Black to Red.
He was at it again. What a wimp.
The hive was completely dark. Sobs echoed throughout the wide hallways. You stood silently outside the doorway that the cries emitted from. The frame was smeared with a faint violet handprint: his blood.
You stepped into the room. Immediately the cries quieted, though they didn't quite stop. You could feel his eyes watching you. Fearful, rejected, hurt.
His miserable form was curled in the corner, knees to chest and head down, his position compromised by the weak glow he emanated. He looked so thin and frail like this. You could tell he was trembling. Badly, too.
You strode forward across the room with purposeful strides. He wasn't watching you anymore and had stopped crying. Now he curled within himself tighter, his face hidden behind his knees.
As you stood above him, arms crossed, you could make out the pool of royal blood slowly growing beside him. It was a puncture wound -- a deep one
WelcomeTry it, it won't hurt.More Like This
Do something sweet, tell a friend you love them,
Be nice to a stranger.
What if they're wrong, what would they do?
I don't want to be hurt
Then welcome to the internet.
Where everything is only dots on a screen
Dots on a screen.
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“(Name)!” Lovino, (Name)’s boyfriend of six years, called her out for the millionth time. (Name) was actually busy reading fanfics and didn’t want to be disturbed right now. She kept ignoring the Italian’s calls for her, until she grew tired of hearing her name more than a millionth time.
She grumpily stomped downstairs; annoyed that she was disturbed, even if it was her boyfriend. “What?”
“You know what (Name)? I really don’t like your name.” Lovino complained at her.
Her brow twitched and her blood starts to boil. HE INTERRUPTED HER JUST FOR THAT?! She just breathed in and tried to reply as calmly as possible. “Excuse me?”
“Your name idiota, I really don’t like it. Mostly your last name, it sucks.”
“What’s wrong with my last name?” (Name) snaps at him.
“It doesn’t suit you, you should change it.” Lovino stated bluntly.
“Change it?” (Name) scoffs. &
OTP Nepeta x troll!ReaderOkai, I was requested to make a Nepeta x troll!Reader on my Sollux x troll!Reader, so I'll go ahead and make this c:More Like This
(y/n) = your name
(b/c) = blood color
(y/n/n) = your nickname
You were spending the night at your friend, Nepeta's cave, and helping her with her shipping wall. It was actually quite fun, and the two of you kept laughing at each new ship.
"Uhm, maybe we could do...Karkat and Eridan?" you suggested.
"Purrrfect!" Nepeta spoke cheerily as she drew a little heart above the two trolls' heads. You laughed, trying to imagine that ever happening. That made your laugh even more, which then spread to Nepeta, and you two were little laughing balls on the ground.
You thought Nepeta's laugh was quite adorable, and you found yourself with a slight (b/c) flush upon your gray face. You quickly shook your head, and sat up. Nepeta did the same, but she sat like a little kitten and smiled
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A gentle smile and warming laugh filled his mind as he wrote his letter. He laughed at one of his friends reading a letter they had received over again from their girlfriend.
“Hey Alfred, what you writing?” Another asked rolling over on his cot.
“Eh, nothing much dude. Just something for my family back at home.”
“Telling them how much ya miss ‘em?”
“Naa, he’s writing a love letter to that sweet-heart of his. What’s her name again?”
Alfred sat up on his bed, “[f/n] and hey, nothing wrong with telling the girl you love that you miss her.”
The men laughed and one jumped onto Alfred’s bed, rustling his hair. “Come on man, let’s go get some food. I’m starving and I know you’re always hungry.”
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Keep your eyes on me
It was indescribable how much rage burned inside [Name]'s chest. The feeling of intense jealousy that she felt, as she clenched her fists swelled in her stomach. Her sharp [e/c] eyes were locked on her boyfriend, her love, and another woman she had seen before. Yes, she had seen him with Lovino once before. A woman with short blonde hair and striking emerald eyes. She always smiled, always giggled, and whenever she did, Lovino would turn pink.
[Name] was the only person allowed to make Lovino blush like that. She was the only one that could laugh at his dumb jokes, to smile at him.
She was the only one who was allowed to look at him.
The jealous woman scowled as she watched the two for a while longer, before growing sickened at the sight.
Lovino always did this to her.
He would always flirt with every woman he saw.
Tsun!Romano x Kuu!ReaderSomeone knocks .. so early .. in the morning .. , I thought , it's early in the morning , who would come here so early? I walks to the door and opened it , yet it was Roma.More Like This
"H-he-hello Ragazza!" he stutters , he's blushing .. crim- no , thousand of red. "So early in the morning." I said , in a quiet voice . "I-I-I KNOW! T-Trying to v-vis-visit you idiota!" he yelled , I remained silent all I do is, get out of his way and hide in the door. "Why are you trying to hide?" he asked , "It's because .. I'm getting in your way." I replied. He sighs and walks inside .
"..." I stared at him,
".." still staring ,
"....." still staring at that cute face.
"WHAT?!" he shouted
"Please wear that."
I pointed the new slippers that I bought yesterday , it was a fluffy white pair of slippers with a two chibi tomatoes. "D-DON'T MAK-MAKE ME WEAR THAT STUPID-A SLIPPERS!" , I pouted at his foul mouth. "...rude."
I mumbled , I don't know if he heard it or what , just , so rude.
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It was a peaceful Thursday.
Woah, scratch that.
Because it definitely was NOT peaceful.
What did you expect from a relationship consisting of two crazy, foul-mouthed tsunderes?
You sat on one edge of the big leather couch, wrapped up in blankets, and in your own thoughts, while your *cough* beloved *cough* boyfriend, Lovino Vargas sat on the other edge, arms crossed over his chest, looking off into space with an annoyed expression.
Except you've got that look in your eyes
You knew it was wrong. You felt guilt kick into your annoyed, always-pissed-off-at-the-world heart. But you weren't up for giving in and apologizing yet. Why should you? He started!
~*Le flashback, a few hours back*~
You smiled as Antonio came in through the doors, hand-in-hand with Bella, Feliciano following with Ludwig.
-Veeee~ Fratello, nice house! Feli beamed, hugging his Italian twin tightly, before being pushed away.
-Roma, you shouldn't
PrussiaXInsane!Reader ~ The Life How It Should BeSince 3 years you are in a lunatic asylum, actually you love your life, because you see your crush and all your friends. They are always here, well not always, but very often. But only you see them. The doctors, who live with you in the asylum, try to make you normal, but they failed and gave up to heal you.More Like This
You woke up in a white bed. It wasn't so soft, but you accustom with it. You sit up and stretch your body. Then you stand up and go in your bathroom. After a few minutes, you are ready for the day.
Only on Sunday the doctors allow you to go out, but of course not alone, and today was tuesday. You stand in the room and after a few minutes of thinking, you sit down on the bed, thinking of your crush from Hetalia. "Hy [Name]!", you heard a voice from behind you.
You turn around and see the handsome prussian with his prussian blue outfit. "GILBERT, you finally came". You run to him and hug you. "Hey, you are so turbulent today", the male person says to you and you nod and smile. He mak
Dark!Japan x Demon!Reader - A Painful LoveI KNOW THAT JAPAN SEEMS A BIT OUT OF CHARACTER IT'S BECAUSE HE ONLY APPEARS WHEN HE BE PISSED to countries a year is like…maybe 6-7 years each…I think...More Like This
Those cold dark eyes stared into the eyes of a half dead girl as he slit the throat of the children one by one, allowing their crimson blood to splatter everywhere. He laughed in sheer delight as he had finally murdered the last one in the most brutal and indescribable way. A crimson monster. He took agonizingly slow steps to the young girl lying on the ground, covered in the blood of the massacred and of her own. Leaning down he smiled kindly to her and whispered into the girl's ear, letting his breath trickle over her bloody skin.
"Hello little girl. I am Japan. You're going to die." Then he grabbed onto the collar of the girl's dirtied white dress and pulled her up to meet his crimson eyes, filled with blood lust. Her dulled orbs stared into his and slowly took it off of his glare and gently lifted her hand to touch
Annoying little siblings - ChinaxReader"Come on, _______! Play with me! I promise I'll be nice this time!" Your younger sister begged.More Like This
"NO!" You yelled, not caring if your folks heard and got mad at you for refusing her. This was the third time she had made this promise to you about playing house, and there was no doubt in your mind that given the chance, she'd break it a third time.
"Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?" she asked, giving you puppy dog eyes. They may have worked before, but not this time.
"I said no!"
"No, no, no, NO! I am not playing house or anything with you again! But you wanna know what I am gonna do? I'm going to go to my friend Yao's house until I cool off!" You yelled, grabbing your backpack.
"I'm telling!" She threatened.
"Go ahead! Then I have an excuse to stay longer!" You shot back, grabbing some clothes. "Mom, Dad, I'm staying the night at Yao's!"
"Okay bear, have fun!"
You gave a trium
Australia X ReaderI flopped gracefully lowered myself onto the towel, wriggling into a comfy position and prepping for the famous Queensland sun. I was in the sunshine state on a beach, and since it was an iconic thing to do I was sunbathing.More Like This
The warmth of the golden sand seeped through the towel, and I felt gloriously warm. This place could do wonders for me.
I slid my sunnies onto my face; the big black ones. The beach was deserted for the most part, even though it was a lovely day, and I wondered why only a few surfers were out and about.
One of them caught my eye. He looked extremely uncomfortable on the board and he seemed terrified of the water. The man looked about 21, with shaggy blonde hair and thick brows. I could see them even from my towel.
He tried to crest a wave, but got dumped and washed up on shore. The guy started dragging his board up the sand and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. I wondered if I should go over.
Just then, a loud yell cut through the warm air.
"Yo Iggy! N
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I went back to my problematic being after that incident in the forest. I just didn't refuse to do my push ups because I didn't want to end up in the same situation, revealing a little bit of myself to him.
I was still slacking horribly though and he screamed his lounges out at me every single time. By the end of the day his throat was worn out and there was no longer the same sound volume left in him. I liked that. He wanted to break me but I broke him just a little every day.
One night I had trouble sleeping though. I twisted and turned in my bed and feeling how I got more annoyed by the minute. Then Carly peeked down with a tired face.
"Stay still, I'm trying to sleep up here!"
"Sorry, I can't sleep" I whispered annoyed.
She had been my rock the last week, slacked with me and taken punishments with me, but truth be told: I don't think she did it to support me as much as she did it to tease Beilschmidt!
"You know... I think you need to let out some anger and I know just the place wher
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Chapter 3: Carly
It was as if the world stood still. My head was pounding and my hands were shaking lightly, but I tried to keep my straight face!
After a few seconds of silence he forced himself to look at the General but he didn't loosen up one bit. He was just as tense as I was.
"No..." I thought to myself. I felt my heart drop in my chest. Of all people I got him! Why him? This was just my luck! This was the same man from earlier, who heard me call him an asshole and who I clearly made a very bad first impression on. This was going to be a rough start and with the plans I had for myself he was not going to take it easy on me!
"This young lady will be under your command. Get her back on track, understood?"
"Yes sir!" he yelled, saluting the General.
The General turned to me "This is Officer Beilschmidt. He will be your superior and he will break you" He said slowly, hissing.
I didn't say anything. I looked at my new superior with dullness. I had no interest in him what so ever!
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Chapter 2: A Useless Teenager
My mother woke me up at 5 am by turning on the light.
"Get up! It's time for breakfast" She ordered with a loud voice.
I quickly got out of bed. I knew I had two minutes to be at the table, otherwise there would be consequences. They were crazy with that! I jumped into a pair of old torn jeans, pulled on a long sleeved black shirt and ran a brush through my hair before rushing to the kitchen.
I silently sat down by the table, making sure not to make eye contact with either of them. My heart was pounding in my chest, I was always nervous. It was impossible to tell if one of them would suddenly jump from their seat, scream at me or just be nasty in general.
After considering choking on my breakfast at least three times we finished the silent meal and I hurried to brush my teeth. I wanted to make sure I did not cross any of them so I could go, but I had no expectations of getting through the day unharmed.
The drive to the camp was two hours long. It pleased m
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Chapter 1: An Abused Child...
I ran to my room and slammed the door, holding it shut. I was scared, I was shaking and I knew trouble was coming for me soon. I hadn't done anything wrong really. I had just gotten home 5 minutes too late, but with my "father" there was no arguing. I would be punished. I just felt like screaming. They weren't even my real parents, my real parents gave me up when I was little and instead I was adopted by my supposed to be parents from America. I hated it here, I had always hated it here. They had abused me for as long as I could remember and it only got worse as I got older, making me more stubborn, more unwilling to obey. They didn't deserve to see me break. My mother wasn't as bad as my father though. Yes, she would slap me from time to time and she would yell at me, but my father was a different matter. Often I had to go to school with a ripped lip, strained fingers or wrists and lie my way through all the bruises on my body during gym class. I isolated
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(Name) woke up with a loud and not to majestic moan, probably sounding something similar the mating cries of whales. In any case she flopped over and glanced out the window. To her misfortune snow had piled up around her boyfriends cabin. It wouldn't be so bad if it hadn't been like this for three days straight now. The bright sun glared off of the top layer of the glistening, sugar like substance, shooting rays of light directly in her eyes. Finding any resistance would be useless she hauled herself from the comfort of the warm sheets and dashed across the cold hardwood floor to the socks, pulling them on frantically. Long furry pants covered her legs and her boyfriend hockey sweatshirt kept her upper body cozy and yet the cold still seeped in anywhere it could. That was the only thing she didn't like about Canada. The people were nice, the land was always beautiful, the weather was typically good, the food was wonderful, and typically the seas
What A Cute Card (Reader X Gamzee)You need to hurry and open your locker. You managed to open it in your tired stupor and to your surprise you noticed something fly down and out of it to the floor. You looked down to see what it was.More Like This
It seemed to be a birthday card. It was pretty cute, you smiled going down to get a closer look at it.
It was a cute Horn, it even looked like you could just, poke it. *HONK* Yup it even honked when you pressed it with the toe of your shoe. You chuckle and grab the card, you squeeze it again getting another honk from it. You laugh, you personally like to honk horns since they remind you of a certain crazy troll.
You look back at your open locker, damn you have to get your stuff. You sigh, it’s your birthday and you don’t want to stuff your bag. You decide to just take a few notebooks, you’ll take notes and just transfer them later on. It’ll be a miracle if you don’t hear much bitching from your teachers and have few notes, and you have faith that that miracle
Third Time's The Charm (GamzeeXReader) You were the bookworm type, quiet and tried to avoid 99% of all social contact. So you were asking yourself, why would you, for all that is holy, come to this party where you knew your crush was going to be?! Oh well that was the reason, and that Nepeta was a scary kitty when someone wouldn't do as she asked especially if it had to do with her ships.More Like This
You looked around the living room unable to quell the urge to run but your fears of Nepeta were stronger than your need to be alone. And just like Nepeta had said, everyone and their momma was there. Karkat was standing in a corner like you glaring at everyone, Terezi was trying to make him react in at least some way to her flirting, John and Vriska were watching con-air as Dave sat beside them looking bored, Sollux was ignoring everyone typing away on his husktop, Tavros and Gamzee were chatting by the snack table, nepeta and equius were talking and looking around the room, rose and jade were looking
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It's been utter downpour for four days straight now, but it doesn't really bother you. Other than the fact that the thunder and lightning are determined to make things a living hell, you look past that and admire the raindrops falling aimlessly on the environment outside through your window. It helps you think and forget about the unnecessary tid-bits that life had in store for you. You sit on a bench that is placed cleverly in the rectangular extension so that you can lean on the wall and extend your legs while still looking out the window. The bench was wrapped in decorative fabrics by yours truly and boy was it comfortable. A matter of fact, it was so comfy that you leaned on the wall and closed your eyes.
"Just for a minute..." You mumbled to yourself before passing out.
In your dream you see two black figures shaped as people. One looking a lot like yourself had sprawled out on the white ground, laying there motionless. You ponder what you wer
Attraction (Gamzee!Reader) The sun was setting on this hot summer day, and though you could no longer see it in the sky, it dominated the atmosphere with its dying red blaze, defining the clouds in shades of pink and deepening purples. Soon the cotton puff clouds would disperse into trailing wisp before completely disappearing to reveal a starry sky. Perfect for what you had in mind tonight. In about thirty minutes the red would bleed into lavender, which would then slip into deeper shades of indigo as stars frosted the sky in a bedazzling gesture of grand proportions. Tonight was a new moon, so no light should disturb the surprise you planned for tonight. But there was still plenty of time before that. For now you could admire the evening sky and the slow waltz the clouds danced across the sky, shifting in miraculous colors. The suddenly, everything went dark.More Like This
“Honk! Guess who?” a not so mysterious figure covered your eyes with his
Gamzee x Reader : Middle of the NightYour eyes flashed open, as you gasped into the night air. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. All your senses alert, you sat straight up in the bed, your frightened eyes scanned the room of which you were sleeping in, chest still rising up and down as you tried to calm your breathing. Sudden realisation struck you, and you sighed, breathing jagged.More Like This
'He's not here. It's okay. I'm okay. It was just a nightmare.'
Swinging your shaking legs out from under the covers, you nearly forgot about the others in the room with you. All the troll girls; Aradia, Nepeta, Kanaya, Terezi, Vriska and Feferi. All of the trolls were sleeping at Gamzee's hive, which was massive because of his highblood status; so typical to have a nightmare about your host of the sleepover last night.
'Useless brain.' You thought angrily. A nightmare- one of your worst ever - all about the guy you felt rather strongly about. Gamzee. He wasn't a cold hearted killer, you swear it. Although you'd heard stories, about, well.
Karkat x Reader - Girls are so weird"Gogdammit, it's boiling out here." Your eyes flickered away from the magazine you were currently reading, to rest on the troll laid in a deck chair next to you. Both of you were relaxing in the grassy field behind your house - well, trying to relax at least - and it was one of the hottest days on Earth. Seriously, you were ready to melt into the fabrics of your own striped deck chair.More Like This
Karkat, the most restless of you both, kept tossing and turning in the chair. All you could do was roll your eyes at your moirail as he squinted at the Earth Sun, batting his arm with the now rolled-up magazine. "Look at the Sun too long and your eyes'll burn from your sockets, Vantas." You warned him, waggling your index finger with a pursed frown.
"Yeah, I know. But I'm just so fucking bored." He scowled, drawing the humid air through his clenched teeth. To be quite honest, so were you. You'd much rather be inside playing video games and slobbing in front of the TV set, but if you l
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~6 years old~
"Alfred, give it back!" you shouted, chasing the laughing boy around the playground. "That's Matthew's Ring Pop! Give it back right now or else!"
The louder twin laughed his head off and asked mockingly, "Or else what? You can't do anything to the hero! You're just a girl! Ha ha ha!"
He stood on the other end of the picnic table where Francis, Arthur, and your mother sat. You skidded up to it and glared at him, jerking this way and that as he faked which direction he was gonna run. Finally, after losing your temper, you picked up the burger you had abandoned in order to chase Alfred and snarled, "Or else I'll do this!"
And with that said, you chucked it at his stupid face. It hit dead on, covering him with ketchup and mustard, and sent him flying backward onto his bottom. Then before any of the adults could react, you ran around and snatched up the candy from his grubby hands. Then you sped off to return to Matthew, who you knew was hid
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2pCanadaxReader: Mentally Defective
You slowly opened your eyes to a hot, white light. The first thing that comes to mind is how sore your body felt.
“Oh jolly good! It looks like the young lady’s awake.”
“It’s about time… Took so long to wake up… I was about to mess around with her to see if the little wimp was faking.”
You turned to see three men. Two of them had blond hair, one with light blond hair and the other with a dirty blond hair that was put in a ponytail. The other had dark rust-colored hair with shades. Not soon after did you met with baby-blue eyes. You couldn’t help but notice the odd light pink swirls, which reminded you of cotton candy.
“Hello! Are you feeling better now, love?”
You started to ask where you were. That is until you saw out of your eyes 3 other men. You couldn’t help but recoil at the sight of the tallest man who wore a bloody scarf. Next to him was an Asi
Misunderstandings (Canada x Reader) Part 2It had been days since ____ had last talked to Canada.More Like This
America turned to ____, "Yeah?"
"Do you know why Canada has been avoiding me?" She asked.
____ shook her head. "Never mind, you can think about it," She said, walking out of the room.
____ asked the rest of the countries the same question, ending up with the response 'Who?' each time.
After asking more countries than she meant to -She didn't intend to ask every country she ever met...- ____ started to head home.
After she got home, she kicked over her coffee table, "I don't understand!" ____ knocked over a few chairs, "Was I being to forward?!"
This went on for a few minutes, until it looked like a tornado had hit the room.
After achieving maximum damage, ____ sat in a corner where a bookshelf had previously been, and examined the room. She said nothing but left the room.
In ____'s room, ____ was sitting on her bed with an open notebook in front of her, and a pen in her hand.
'I don't know why, but Mattie's avoi
You're no gentleman- Englandxreader commision"You idiot! Why can't you be more gentlemanly?!" England yelled at America.More Like This
______ rolled her eyes. Here we go again, she lamented. Why did England have to be so anal? Sure, America was ... immature at times, but that's what made him! Geez, you'd think he'd realize that already; he raised him, after all.
Besides, ______ had never seen this gentleman side England was so proud of. The whole time she'd known him, he'd never done a single gentlemanly thing. And that pissed her off more.
"Dude, chill." America chuckled, anime sweat on his head.
"I will not 'chill'!" England fumed. "I raised you better than that! You need to grow up or the other countries will never warm up to you!"
"I raised you better than that." _______ mimicked under her breath. England's ears perked up.
"DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, MADAM?!" He exploded.
Ooh, this will be fun.
"Yeah, I do." she simply stated, rather humorously compared to England's outburst.
"Go on, then!"
"Honestly, I think you're a hypocrite
Weak spots- EnglandxReaderToday was turning out to very boring for Arthur. Even with his usually entertaining girlfriend ___________ over, this day was turning out to be boring.More Like This
Of course, perhaps if said girlfriend was paying more attention to him rather than… whatever the hell she was looking at on her laptop, that might help things a little bit.
"Remind me why I invited you over again?" He asked, annoyed.
"You tell me." Was your oh-so-concerned reply.
An anime vein popped on Arthur's head and he growled. "Gee, I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend. You know, without her laptop?"
You groaned and rolled your eyes, which didn't leave the computer screen. "Look, I promise I'll give you my full attention in just a few minutes, okay? I just wanna finish reading this comic."
"You're ignoring me to read a webcomic?"
"Hey, you've ignored me to read books. In fact, why don't you go read one now?"
Arthur was not having this, not in his own home. You were going to give him your full at
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You followed Grell's orders, walking up to the center of the room and placing your hand inside the bright red purse. After feeling around for a moment you come upon something easily recognizable. You lift it out of the handbag and look at it. "A toy spider. Whose is this?"
"It's mine of course." Alois scoffed at your question. "You can keep that. I don't want it back. Think of it as a sort of charity." He grinned at you sarcastically. "Why are we still standing out here anyway? I want to get inside the closet, like five minutes ago." He grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you off to the closet. "Okay, let's do this."
Grell followed you two to the closet. "Okay you two, have fun." He smiled wide, revealing his pointy teeth at you both. "Don't do anything I wouldn't now. We don't want to have any problems." He laughed and shut the door.
"Wait, it's dark in here. I don't like the dark." Alois began stumbling around the closet looking for some source of light. "I hate it when i
Claude x Reader: The Shower SceneOKAY.More Like This
I originally wrote this to be a PluiexClaude, since she gave me the idea that Claude stalks me in the bathroom (it's actually just full of spiders). BUT.
I'm changing it to a ClaudexReader.
SINCE I CAN DO THAT
I'M THE AUTHOR HERE.
haha, on with the story.
"CIEL! I LOVE YOU!" You screamed at the computer monitor, after watching the final episode of Black Butler season 2. It had been two days since you last left your house, only leaving your desk to grab food and use the washroom. And really not even then. You and your older brother had been having a Kuro marathon (not an uncommon sight in the (last name) household, but he had gotten sick of Alois' slutty attitude, and left to watch something more worth his while, IE Star Wars.
"AAAUGH, TOO SUGOI," the (hair colour) girl cried as the ending song played, and fake blood dribbled out of her nose.
"Now, what to do?"
"(name)! Get ready to come shopping with me, please!" your mother called up the stairs, into your room.
Beach: Kiba x Reader: PopsicleYou sat on your towel nervously looking out at the crowded beach. It was the summer holidays, a few more days until school started and your friends and you have decided to go out to the beach to have some fun.More Like This
You were never the party-goer or the party pooper but since Hinata had summoned up the courage to got to the beach, why couldn't you?
Most of the lunch times, you stayed in the library: you were never the out going girl. Group work in class was the worst. The teacher would often put you in groups where he or she thought you would belong. You always ended up doing the whole project by yourself.
That's not entirely true. Not always were you left to do the work by yourself. There were times when Kiba would help you. Kiba- one of those school heart-throbs though he wasn't as popular as Sasuke.
Sometimes during spring and autumn, you would enjoy the evening breeze at the local park. There you would often see Kiba and his dog Akamaru…
--- Flashback ---
You were enjoying the cold
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“I'm really surprised, I had no idea you could cook.” Taking another bite of what might be the best food you've ever tasted, you almost purred. “This is really delicious, how did you manage to make something like this?”
“Well, actually I didn't. You see, I have a hard time pouring cereal without spilling the milk.” Naruto laughed, a sound that sent shivers up and down your spine. His laugh was contagious, causing you to giggle. “B-but anyway, I didn't want to take you out for ramen, again. So I just ordered something fancy. In any case, I'm glad you like it.”
“You didn't have to do that.” A slight pang of guilt hit your chest. “I could have always made something, or we could have just binged on junk food.”
“No way!” Naruto dropped his bowl as he placed his hands on the small wooden table. “I can't invite you over then expect you to cook.” He crossed his arms, shaking his head with convic
ItalyxReader- Truth or DareItalyxReader- Truth or DareMore Like This
I do not own Hetalia. Full credit of Hetalia goes to Hidekaz Himaruya.
However I do own this story and I would appreciate your comments on this. Thanks for reading
(e/c) -> eye colour
(h/c) -> hair colour
_____ -> enter name here
Your eyes were glued to the TV screen in front of you. You were over at Italy's place to watch the first part of Pirates of the Caribbean for it was your favourite film. You were sitting on a comfy chair in a small dark room in his huge house; he was lying on his bed. The previous day he hurt his foot during Germany's training. Noone was there except for you.
"You'll always remember that as the day, that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!"
The advertisements begun. You growled in disapprove for it has been the fifth time the film was stopped. You closed your eyes slamming your head against the headrest of y
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"A-Alfred?" You murmured.
He winked at you. "I've come to rescue you again, little pirate."
Vash drew his sword and stood between you and the American. "You will not be taking her anywhere."
"I don’t think that that’s up to you." Alfred said, giving the man a cold glare as he drew his own sword. "I think the little pirate should decide for herself."
"My daughter is not a pirate!" You turned to see your mother, standing from the pew. "And she wants to stay here and marry Vash!"
You were silent. Oh how you wished you didn’t have to tell your mother the truth. You sighed and then turned to Alfred.
"Give me the sword. I have something to show everyone here." You muttered and stepped out from behind Vash and held your hand out for the sword.
"You sure you want to do this?" Alfred asked.
"I'm positive. If I get to badly cut up, take me to him, ok?"
Alfred nodded and handed over the sword. "If you're sure."
I nodded and took it. "Thank you." I turned to Vash and wielded the
Mochi!Scotland X Reader(The first thing you saw when you opened the box was a mochi who looked oddly really alike to the England mochi next door. Yet, it had different eyes colored auburn with the tint of green and was smoking. Yes, smoking and the smell wasn't that good in a house with close doors. You didn't mind people smoking, but house full of smoke isn't a good idea at all. You was about to go and take the cigarette when you decided to just open the window, after all, it will also gave you fresh air and make the smoke go away. Hmmp, so now you have to open the window much more now.More Like This
You named the little mochi "Allistor" and found out that the England mochi and him are related with Allistor being a Scotland mochi. Well, that does explain the similarities they shared. However, it seemed they were always got along well, with Allistor teasing Arthur - the neighbor England mochi - and they fought. That escalated really quickly, didn't it? You wanted them to get on well with each other but then figured it was
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Arthur sat in the corner of the cell with Alfred next to him, they looked like they were deep in conversation. If all went according to plan, then Peter should be sending one of the key guards down to check on them, thinking that the prisoners broke out. Gilbert, Francis and Antonio were pacing around the cell, waiting for the guard. Moments later, the clanging of a metal door resounded around the dungeon. Within seconds, the guard came into view.
"I knew that little brat had to have been lying." The guard said, walking up to the bars with a cocky grin. "I knew you five would never get out of here."
"Zhat's vhat you zhink." Gilbert said. "NOW!"
Antonio, Francis and Gilbert rushed the guard, wrapping their arms around him, pinning him to the bars. Gilbert had him in a choke hold, cutting off his air supply. While the three had the guard immobilized, Arthur ran up and dug through the man's pockets, searching for the key. When he found it, he nodded to Gilbert, who tightened
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It had been going on like that all day. Why did they have to have a world meeting on St. Patrick’s Day anyways? Because of it, Ireland had been trying to get you to kiss me since he is Irish. You had tried to avoid him but he was following you like a lost puppy and it was kind of getting annoying now.
“_(f/n)_, please. Why won’t you just kiss me?” he pleaded with you as he caught your wrist.
“Why do I have to?” you retorted at him, trying to break his grip.
“Because I’m Ireland!” he replied with a wide grin.
“Not happening,” you replied as you took your seat in the conference room and he unfortunately decided to sit by you.
~~Timeskip of Time~~
“Please _(f/n)_,” he pleaded once more as you walked to the car in the middle of the night, when the meeting ended.
“Why can’t you take n
England x Reader | First Time Dad |I woke up around 3:30 in the morning. I turned around and saw that Arthur was not in bed with me. Had the baby been crying, and I didn't notice? I thought. As I adjusted to the darkness, I began to hear a faint murmuring sound.More Like This
"Wait....was Arthur talking?" I thought. "He better not be casting protection hexes again", I internally groaned.
I got out bed and put on my dressing gown. I walked down the hall to the baby's room where it seemed the murmuring was coming from. I stood by the doorway, the scene before me brought a lump to my throat.
There he was, cradling our son, James, rocking him to sleep. In that moment I felt my heart swell. Arthur, my husband, my friend, my love, seemed so far away that moment. It was like the two of them were in a movie. They looked so perfect, so serene.
"...Hush little child, of mine, it's all right. Rest now, rest now, sleep little child, for tomorrow will bring us something new..." Arthur softly sang as he rocked the baby.
England x Reader Its Gotta be Contagious “(y/n), love what are you doing?” England asked walking into his kitchen finding you in a pile of flour.More Like This
“Baking us some breakfast,” you said calmly. You were visiting London for a week and England had been adamant about you staying with him in his house, as opposed to a hotel. You had eventually agreed and, felt compelled to make breakfast as a ‘thank you’.
“Well, I can see that but why?” he asked inching closer to the batter.
“No! don’t touch that!” you bark harshly adding in a more pleasant tone “it’s a thank you and it’s Banana Bread,” you laughed watching his eyes grow wide in thought of the delicious breakfast food.
“Banana Bread?” he asked with eyes like tea cups.
You giggled, “yes and it’ll be ready in about an hour, I didn’t know that you were an early riser or I would have st
(EnglandXReader) RQSoftly as though not to disturb your slumber, crystalline droplets patter down on the windowsill; the air fresh and sharp with the spring scent of mist and rain. The sky still dark enough for the brightness of stars to peek through the clouds, which are moving visibly across the early morning horizon. It is to this that you stir, hearing the tell-tale patter and despite your drowsy state, you grow alarmed. Some of Arthur’s favourite books are still resting upon the wooden sill, novels he’d held dear since his first childhood days.More Like This
In your lethargic state, you struggle to get yourself out of bed. Your formerly warm feet hit the cold of the floor and a shiver tears up your spine. Rubbing your arms to retain some of that coveted warmth, you cross to the window and close it. After watching your handprint fade on the icy glass pane, you look down to the books. Luckily they had been stacked so that their spines had lain facing the open window, but the spatter of water had neverth
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“I put on a show, now I make it
You say I'm a kid, my ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this
Take me by the tongue and I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you” – Moves like Jagger, Maroon 5
Maybe he was a masochist.
He knocked on the wooden door.
Allistor remembered the last hour he had spent with the owner of the house in question.
“So that’s what you call running? My grandfather would do better than you.”
They had been training for the last few hours, since Alfred's newest idea to beat the Axis was to do the exact same training they had. Sometimes, the Scotsman wanted to beat Arthur to a bloody pulp, since he was the one that had created that idiot. Most of the time, he was content with just rubbing his temples to ward off the always near headache. He was always in pain, or annoyed, when the matter pertained to any of his brothers.
He sighed, but sped up his pace.
“Your grandfather is dead.” He
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"Why wouldn't I want to spend a day with my son?" Arthur asked, still annoyed.
"Alright, alright. I'll get going then. Call me if you need anything, and I'll be back later," you said, kissing your son Alfred on the forehead and handing him to his father, and then kissing Arthur on the lips, before walking out the door and to your car.
You couldn't help but feel a little nervous. This was the first time that you had left your husband alone with your son, and you weren't sure if he knew how to take care of a baby properly yet. Nonetheless, you put the keys into the ignition, started the car, and drove off to do your errands.
After (Name) had left, Arthur sighed with relief and locked the front door, chuckling slightly. "Where's Mama?" Alfred inquired curiously with the adorable voice that both (Name) and Arthur loved so much.
"Mummy's gone to do some shopping. She'll be back later," Arthur answered, looking at his son lovingly.
However, upon hearing these words,
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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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The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of homework help, and I know it’s late, but-” the voice wavered weakly, “but I need your help with something- something else.”
Something in the Brit’s heart panged and he tried to recognize the caller’s voice. “Of course, love, anything you need.”
There was a relieved gasping of air on the other end as t
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My name is Arthur Kirkland.
Though no one ever calls me that.
The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland; My official name, a jumble of useless vowels and consonants that no one bothers to remember. They don’t even call me that.
England, Britain, Brit, Limey…
Names aren’t important anyways. Look at me! I’m rambling about useless information.
Let’s start again. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it proper.
My name is Arthur Kirkland.
I go by various titles, but Arthur is a particular favorite of mine I save for special circumstances.
The only people I have ever let call me Arthur are my younger brothers. My older brothers did it without even asking.
I hate them. My older brothers, they were monstrous. Everyone who ever took care of me were horrible.
I’m not trying to sound unthankful, believe me, I’m not. I’m sure they really did love me. Deep down.
They were terrible at expressing it.
I'm Sorry: England x Sick!Reader“_____, I love you more than anything in the entire world.” Arthur said.More Like This
You turned to look up at him, adjusting yourself as you rested in his arms. “And I you.” Sighing you looked at him. He was just everything you could ever want in a man. “But we need to talk.”
“What is it, poppet?” he asked, his expression immediately filled with concern.
You bit your lip. This wasn’t something you wanted to talk about, now or ever, but it was something you had to deal with. “I- I suppose it’s better for you to know.” you whisper quietly, taking advantage of his close proximity to not have to speak loudly. “I-I’m sick, Arthur.”
Immediately he tightened his grip on you, “Sick? What do you mean? Do you feel feverish? Do you need a doctor?”
“Arthur, calm down. I-I’ve been to a doctor.” You were quickly flashing from being too hot, to being freezing, but you remained in Arthur’s
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His limp had returned, he barely left the apartment, and sometimes you heard him muttering to an unseen person Arthur assumed was a manifestation his mind had conjured up as a way to cope with his grief. Poor Mrs. Hudson was constantly fretting over the bags under his eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks, and you couldn’t blame her at all. John Watson was the mere shell of the man he once was, the man Sherlock Holmes had helped make him.
Arthur was a profiler for Scotland Yard, which was incidentally how the two of you met, and how he knew and became somewhat-friends with Sherlock. You smiled as you remembered the day. You had been mugged, and Arthur was assigned yo
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Then, one fateful day, you met Arthur Kirkland.
And you fell in love.
Sure, it was a little kid crush, and you also had a few shameful ones on cartoon characters, but he was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to you.
It was in late July, and uncharacteristically chilly for such a time of year, making it seem a bit more like fall than summer. You were outside hunting for magical creatures, a little disposable camera and binoculars in your knapsack.
You walked into a field, stalking the creatures and looking for fairies. Then you saw him. A little boy sat in the center of the field, crying. Of course, you didn’t notice he was crying, as he was surrounded by magical creatures!
So, walking slowly and with purpose, you made your way over to the boy, bright (e/c)eyes locked on the unicorn. You co
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Quick and fluffy to break the pace (not that there's much of one) from my series "According to Francis."
HAPPY HAPPY DAY (HAHAHAHAHA HERO VOICE) XD
Arthur Kirkland felt cursed. His magical "friend," Flying Mint Bunny, had been following him around all day, teasing him about... Could he even say it? Arthur really didn't know if he could talk about the reason he was being bullied by a bunny. He was so used to just keeping his feelings inside and pushing people away when they tried to break the ice covering his heart. His *cough ONLY cough* friend Kiku dubbed this phenomenon as being "tsundere."
"You have to talk about your feelings, Iggy, or no one will ever understand you and want to be your friend. I know I wouldn't want to hang out with someone who couldn't hold a conversation without getting distant, and (name) probably won't either." the high pitched and supposedly "cute" voice
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Ollie was such a sweetie...
"_____!" Oliver yelled, running up to you in a storm of pattering footfalls. You stopped on the placid pathway and smiled at your friend. However, instantly your mood soured in seeing the distressed look on his face and the tears streaming down his cheeks. You caught him skillfully in a tight hug while he sobbed into the hollow of your neck.
You asked worriedly, yet all the same calmingl
Denial: England x Dead!ReaderDenial is a funny thing. It can twist up the past, crumple things up, and alter your perspective. Arthur did really see the other car coming towards him.More Like This
He did hear your scream pierce his ears.
He did see you cover your bulging stomach quickly, a small attempt to protect his and your unborn child. Squinting your once beautiful (e/c) eyes in expectation, you braced for impact.
And he saw the bright crimson blood splatter wildly against the windshield before it shattered.
Arthur could see all the beer bottles left shattered around the car as well. As he saw that, he vomited, the retching inspiring gut wrenching pain in his side.
But Arthur couldn’t really register you how you got taken away.
He could see the sheet covering your face as he lay trapped in the car, woozy and bleeding profusely.
But somehow he could also see your face was bloodied and marred. He knew that both you and his baby were no longer alive.
Arthur couldn’t accept any of it, however. It was just so
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A gentle creaking resounded through the air as a gentle breeze stirred the object dangling in front of the school entrance. The first of the teachers to arrive didn’t notice it at first, she was far too distracted with juggling her files of graded papers and laptop, but one glance upwards sent everything she was carrying tumbling to the ground. A loud scream pierced the serene silence of the early morning as she stared at the body dangling from the top of a flagpole.
The wind caught a piece of paper, carrying from the dead teenagers hand to the shocked woman below. Catching the note, the teacher scanned it before choking on a sob and took out her cell phone to call the police.
______ ______ was dead, and people needed to know.
You were getting ready for school, nothing new. You had a terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach that today was going to be horrible, so you broke out your power outfit. Je
Mad Hatter!England X ReaderArthur sighed as he looked down at his silver watch. He crinkled his abnormally large eyebrows together, smashing the watch down on the table. “Bloody hell. Right when I needed it too. Can't the poxy watch finally work for once?” He sighed, leaning back at his chair. He looked out in front of him. His cup was half filled with tea, plate covered in crumbs and a half eaten tea biscuit. He glanced at the watch again. “Six o'clock. Still tea time. I want a clean cup.” That being said, he moved to the next chair over.More Like This
“No room!” He called out as the dead grass crunched under the approaching feet.
The British man didn't even looked up as he poured himself another cup of tea. “No room. There is no more room. Isn't that much obvious?”
“But...There are so many open chairs!” The voice rose a pitch with its anger. “You do realize you are sitting at a table alone, do you not?”
Sighing again, Arthur glanced