Still Too Loud (Norway x Reader)Still Too LoudMore Like This
Punkish!Norway x Reader
"You're kidding, right? Yesterday?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with it? Just keep it down, please."
"Yeah, yesterday, Matt." you persisted.
"But bro, I wasn't even home!" he whined, throwing his hands in the air.
"Wait.... What?" you asked, as your gaze widened.
"Yeah, Lukas was the only one home. You must have imagined it!"
"But....." you whined, crossing your arms and leaning back into the couch. "....Fine." you pouted.
The Dane chuckled, grinned and ruffled your hair, making you uncross your arms and try and get his hands away from doing more damage to your appearance with a 'Hey!'. The other four guys were just in different rooms, you didn't want to look too bad.
"Mathias, stop tormenting her." a monotone voice shot through the room. "Hei [Name]."
"Hey Lukas." you greeted back, a smile stretching your lips as the Norwegian sat next to you. The Dane snickered at your anticipated mood swing, and jabbed you in the side
With Sugar On Top (Russia x Reader)More Like This
It is absolutely freezing.
On your way home, you were not expecting a sudden freak snowstorm to drop pretty much on top of you. You hunch into your jacket, wanting to break out into a run to close the distance between you and your lovely warm house, but you don't for fear of slipping and falling on your butt, because that's just the last thing that you need. Your jacket is doing little to provide you with adequate protection from the biting chill. You really have to stop being so optimistic just because you've started seeing the slow emergence of spring flowers- it's still technically winter, and it seems like Mother Nature is only too willing to remind you of that fact.
You fold your arms over your chest and slowly exhale, a cloud of vapor gathering in front of your slowly-reddening nose as you do so. You have to settle for trudging- a fine dusting of snow is fluttering down onto the ground, and although the white gets promptly swallowed up by the wet concrete, more of its bret