2p!America X Single Mother!Reader-FatherMore Like This
2p!America x Single Mother!Reader-Father
Sitting on the bench, you smiled. Your son Mathias Alfred (L/n) came running to you.(A/n: Don’t judge me for the name! Mathias is the first name, Alfred middle name, and your last name. Lol.)
“Hey Momma! Guess what? I was hanging out with this guy and he’s been real fun! Want to meet him?”He said excitedly.
“Sure. What’s the boy’s name?”You asked.
“Allen Jones and he’s actually a big boy mom. A man.”Mathias stated.
Your eyes widened. The sound of that name. The sound of that FREAKING name! It made you want to throw a table. You haven’t heard the name ‘Allen Jones’ in forever. Cursing that day. That stupid one night stand. You loved Mathias, but having sex with Al Jones was a mistake. The whole world knew it. If only you could have had Mathias and no sex with Al.
“Stay away from strangers! Especially older men!”You scolded.
“Oh…but (F/n), I
2p!America X Reader-Take 'em off!More Like This
2p!America X Reader-Take ‘em off!
It was another day in high school. You were in (fav class), looking out the window since class hasn’t started yet. The bell rang one final time and the teacher walked in.
“Hello everyone! We have a new student! His name is Allen Jones.”(He/she) said.
“I prefer to be called Al.”Al said.
“Well Al, you can choose anyone to help you around the school.”
Al looked around the classroom. You looked at him and knew he was a bad boy. All the girls raised their hands and stood up so they could be noticed. You just stared at him with curiosity. Some boys raised their hands and you decided to lift your index finger slightly, so you wouldn’t get picked.
Though Al noticed you with less excitement. All the other girls were begging to have him in bed. The average (h/c) caught his eyes. He smirked and eyed you with his shades. Normally sun glasses wouldn’t be allowed, but the teacher hadn’t said a word.
Prison Bitch (PrisonerAmericaXFramedReader)More Like This
This gets dark really fast! Fair warning!
It was an accident.
You had never meant to end up in prison.
Yes you had a crazy family that were a bunch of murderers but out of all of them it had to be YOU that was sent to jail. The good kid. The straight A student. The one who never got into trouble. All of that ruined in one freak accident.
Let's start from the beginning, with your family. You had three brothers and a father, your mother was dead.
There was Francois, your father. Big time drunk and gambler, who basically wasted all money left over. He was better before your mom died but... He was still pretty bad.
Next there was your oldest brother Oliver. He was cheerful and loved everyone, maybe a bit too much. You weren't sure but you never liked to be alone with him. He owned a bakery which was where most of the income came from. By far Oliver was the most normal, besides the fact he was a cannibal but hey that was less money to spend on meat. You tried to get used to it.
2P!Canada x Reader: Poachers and StrangersMore Like This
WARNING: swearing, blood, violence!
The snow scrunched beneath your lined boots as you trudged along a path in the woods in the middle of nowhere in Canada.
The cold wind bit at the sensitive skin in your face, and you pulled the collar of your knitted pullover over your red nose.
You were hiking at the moment – alone, since not one of your friends was free.
The trekking backpack on your back was getting heavier and heavier with each passing second, but your last rest wasn't even half an hour ago, and dusk was falling already. You wanted to be at the next designated spot where you would pitch tent for the night as soon as possible.
A dull sound nearby caught your attention and made you stop.
You listened carefully, looking for deers or some other forest animal that could pose a thread for you, but you couldn't see anything but trees, snow, bushes, more snow, and here and there a few blades of grass.
Suddenly, a whole flock of birds above your head flew away, attended with
Dog!2p!Canada X Reader-LouderMore Like This
Dog!2p!Canada X Reader-Louder
“Look at this dog, (F/n).”Elizabeta said.
“Oh, the dog is so cute! Especially the curl.”You yelled, but came out whisper.
“You want to take him? His name Matt and he always intimidates the small dogs, so don’t feel intimidated (F/n).”Elizabeta said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”You asked.
“I was just kidding.”Elizabeta said getting paperwork
You just nodded and signed the papers. You walked out with Matt. Matt started to walk a little faster to your car.
“Umm…slow down doggy.”You said.
Then Matt started to run.
Matt stopped and looked at you. You were a bit surprised that you yelled. You never yelled, everything always came out as whispered. You smiled.
“Come on.”You opened car door for Matt.
You drove Matt Pet Smart. Once you made it, you and Matt went inside. First you wanted to get Matt a collar. You grabbed a red and p
No Smoking Policy 2 (2p!CanadaXReader)CAUTION: SWEARINGMore Like This
Finally, you had a day off. It had been nearly a week since the incident involving a remarkably rude Canadian, a cigarette, and a fire extinguisher. You strolled down the hill, happily munching on the candy assortment you had just purchased from the local candy store/ice cream parlor mix, and you planned on spending the rest of the day in the used book store with a pile of under-appreciated discounted books.
You spent way too much time in Old Orchard.
Bypassing the book store -it wasn’t going anywhere- you made your way through the massive crowd to the small theme park that happened to be right next to the ocean. The rides were lame, and the games were rigged, but after living in the same place for your entire life you had found a way to bypass the rigs and win yourself ginormous prizes.
It was a win-win situation for you and the game attendant. You got a stuffed animal, and he or she got a bunch of tourists who wanted to win the same stuffed animal you
No Smoking Policy (2p!CanadaXReader) CAUTION: SWEARINGMore Like This
At this time of the year, you honestly hated your job. It was early August; the height of tourist season in the great state of Maine, and the little shop you worked at didn’t have air conditioning. You worked in one of the countless tourist trap stores that lined the main street in Old Orchard Beach. You understood why every Mainer hated this season. The state motto may be “Vacationland”, but what we really mean is “Give us your money and leave.” But the thing about Old Orchard was that during the summer, you had a hard time telling if this was Maine or Canada.
That’s right. Canadians. They practically migrated down here during the height of the tourist season, taking their French, politeness, “ehs”, and the whole wearing-underwear-under-the-swimsuit thing (you had to find out the hard way). Not that you didn't like them. They were nice enough. It just got really, really old working in that tiny litt
2p!Canadax2p!Reader: Bloody Angel“Hey, girlie! I’m talking to you,” the big brute grabbed your arm.More Like This
You smiled as he grabbed your arm, “Finally.” You smashed your heads together which knocked him out. One of his friends made a mad dash for you, but never got to you as a tall blonde haired man stepped up and knocked him out with one punch.
Torn between being impressed with the man’s strength and anger that the man had stolen your fight you went with the only option that you could. You turned and walked out the club’s doors. Quick footsteps caught up with you.
“Wait!” he called. You didn’t listen. He grabbed your arm and made you face him, “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it _____________?”
“Do I know you?” you asked almost angrily.
The glasses came off in one smooth gesture.
Your eyes showed their recognition instantly. It was hard to forget those violet colored eyes. Slightly surprised that you hadn’t noticed his funny
2p!CanadaxReader: Terrible Bedside Manner“You’re a jerk!”More Like This
“And you’re a bit-.”
“Matthiu Williams, ___________ ____________ return to your seats!” your homeroom teacher ordered.
You scowled at Matthiu, you hated him. He was a bully, picking on people weaker than him. And for some reason he felt the need to contently be a pain in your backside. Everything from arguing with your opinion in class to calling you names while you walked down the hall.
Matthiu glared back at you. He hated you for one and only one reason. You gave him a funny feeling in his chest. You were fiery and stubborn, but kind and gentle too. He liked you, but didn’t know how to express it. He also managed to get on your bad side and he really didn’t know how to fix that.
You began to cough as you sat down.
“___________, are you alright?” your teacher asked.
“I’m fine,” you managed out between coughs.
Your teacher walked over to your seat and placed (his/her) hand on your
Leave Me Alone! Bully!2p!CanadaXNerd!Reader"Hey! Four eyes!"More Like This
You flinched at the nickname but you grit your teeth and tightened your hold on your books, determined not to look at him. Grin and bear it, as your mother used to say.
"Hey, four eyes! I'm talking to you!"
God, why couldn't he just leave you alone?! You saw all the girls in your class fangirl over that jerk, though you didn't understand why at all. Sure, he was Canadian, but what differance did that make?
God, how you hated him. You hated that stupid, shit eating grin of his, that stupid Canadian accent, and his stupid I'm better than you attitude. To top it all off, he felt the need to bully you constantly and remind you why you were part of the unpopular crowd. Oh yes, you loathed him, and you were starting to get sick of his bullshit.
You felt a hand slam down on your shoulder and you whipped around, your patience wearing thin. Sure enough, you came face-to-face with jock Matthew Williams and his usual goddamn grin, long blond hair pulled b