Terror Night (Male!Reader X England)More Like This
You enthusiastically knock on England’s door without stopping, too excitedly to keep waiting.
After what seems like forever to you even though it was only 20 seconds, England finally throws the door open and scowls at you in annoyance
“Will it really kill you to wait for at least 10 seconds!?” he scolded, glaring at you.
You beam upon the sight of him
“Finally, I thought you would never answer! I was worried you might not be at home for the moment” you walk pass him, entering to his house.
England sighed before rubbing his temples and entering his house, closing the front door in the process.
You plop down the couch of England’s living room, making yourself comfortable while waiting for England to arrive with the bowl of popcorns.
After recently discovering a brand new horror movie being released this season, you
finally bought the DVD movie of Insidious that you have been dying to watch it together with England, you
Questionably Perfect- Police!China x Male!ReaderMore Like This
You'd always wondered what it would be like to get shot. In a hypothetical way, at least. How it would feel to find yourself slumped up against a wall, surrounded by blood, and having to tear strips from your shirt to bind the wound. And how it would feel to drag yourself through the corridors, losing hope with every second. You'd feel alone, hopeless, but somehow you'd manage to stop the villain just in time. And then it would all work out. The villain would be arrested, the crowd would cheer and you'd be able to claim a kiss from your attractive sidekick.
As it turned out, being shot in real life hurt. It hurt like hell, like somebody had driven a red hot poker through your arm. And, for some reason, you found yourself running away. You really shouldn't have been running away. You were a cop, for heaven's sake; this was your job! Besides, villains almost never stuck with one shot. The rest of your team, Alfred and Arthur, but more importantly Yao, could be at risk. And
Who Cares?! [Chubby!America x Male!Reader]Chubby!America x Male!ReaderMore Like This
Sometimes it's hard to tell what my boyfriend loves more. Me or his coke and fries, yes he's a bit on the chubby side, he's not anything close to obese but he's just that one kid in class whose matabolizem works a little bit slower than everybody else. But does that even matter? When your in love with someone should their physical features even matter?
My friends way of putting it is that at least you'll have more to grab and to hold onto while your dancing in the passionate flames of sexy. I cannot help but slap myself while watching Alfred consume his normal intake of calories.
A small smile started to form on my lips, Alfred always looks so happy while he's eating that I cannot bring myself to stop him from doing something that he loves. I mean, it's not like Alfred's ever tried to stop me from attending my collage Physics class, or going to different places for my job
2p!America x male!reader- Different (part 4)The next day, as you and your sister were walking to the entrance of the school, she was talking on and on but you were thinking about yesterday. Was Al really flirting with you?More Like This
"You know?" was something you actually heard her say. You had to say something back quickly or she'd suspect something.
"What's with you?" Damn it. There's the suspicion.
You both walk into the school, side by side and after that you kind of just follow her. "...Well, you know yesterday?"
"Yeah. What happened?"
"Yo, Dyah!" You sister waved to the voice behind her without looking, already knowing it could only be her friend. He hits her back causing her to stumble a little, but she regains balance quickly. "Hey (name)."
"H-hey Al," you look down as you greet him back.
"Anyway. What happened yesterday?"
"U-uhm!...I was wondering what happened when you went to go see that girl?"
"Oh! I got a girlfriend!"
"She started dating you after that?!"
"Yeah! Her name's Micki. I was in the same biology
Naga!England x Reader ~Sing Me to SleepMore Like This
.:Sing Me to Sleep:.
~Naga!England x Reader~
"Swayed by the wind, oh gently scatter now,
and dye this dark night in your crimson colour.
I merely want to cuddle up to you and remain embraced by you,
until my sorrows vanish into the sky."
The gentle sound of bells cease their ringing on my ankles and wrists as I stop my ceremonial dance, my (h/l) (h/c) colour hair fans around my face to frame it and my large (e/c) eyes slowly open. All the village people look to me; some smiling brightly and others looking around worriedly into the dark forest surrounding us. I bow my head and bring my traditional (fav colour) and (second fav colour) lapped kimono style dress up into a curtsy.
My mother Amelia smiles brightly and begins her energetic clapping followed by my father Kiku smiling proudly to me clapping more calmly than my mother. A small gentle smile graced my face illuminated by the lit torches surrounding the stage on which I stoo
Punk!England x Male!Reader ~PermanentMore Like This
[Punk!England x Male!Reader]
"You know I can't quit you" I smile and turn away from the shop door as my most frequent customer Arthur Kirkland strode in; hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. I quickly blow the new painting of a new tattoo design dry and move it to the side.
"What kind of tattoo will it be today?" I lazily rest my hands in my palms and lean over the glass desk displaying my hand drawn designs.
"I love every design you do (f/n) so why don't you show me some new ones?" He smirks leaning one arm on the counter.
I smile in response and spin on my black boots to grab my design sketch book, not failing to notice the wandering emerald eyes trailing over my form as I bent down scanning the shelf holding my books. Taking it out and opening to the first sketch, Arthur smiled, crossing his arms and leaning on the counter as his hypnotising eyes drew over my work.
I stole glances at the handsome Brit