Iceland X Reader X Hong Kong ~Best Friends~More Like This
The sound of soft, faint static broke the silence in the bedroom and your eyes opened, blurrily looking around the room as the soft rays of the moon filtered through transparent curtains and feeling hot in your polka-dot footie pajamas. The walkie-talkie under your pillow crackled to life again, and it reanimated you, making you sit up sharply in bed and cast a wary glance to the open door of your bedroom, where the snores of your parents echoed down the hallway and confirmed that you were in the clear for now.
Tiny, seven-year-old hands groped in the dark for the walkie-talkie and retrieved it. You pressed the button on the side and whispered softly into it, “Lieutenant Triple Trouble back for duty, Numero Uno and Double.”
A silence, and then a crackle of static and you smiled, relieved.
“Lieutenant Double Trouble is reporting,” Emil’s quiet, hesitant voice replied over the walkie-talkie, obviously embarrassed at the name that you had created for him.
2p!CanadaxReader: Bodyguard Boyfriend“Hey babe,” some half-drunk guy said, sloppily walking up to you, “wanna go somewhere and-?”More Like This
Maybe it was a mistake to pick your boyfriend up from work at the BAR he worked at.
“You’re not going to want to finish that sentence,” you said your hands in your pockets. “I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”
The guy only laughed and put his arm around your shoulders, “Your boyfriend don’t have to know.”
Gritting your teeth you said, “Doesn’t. He doesn’t have to know.”
“Alright,” the guy said as if he just won.
Rolling your eyes you grabbed some of the skin on his hand and twisted it hard.
The drunken guy cursed at you.
“I suggest you leave before you start more problems than you can deal with.” you said in a monotone.
You smiled as the only person who was allowed to call you babe walked up. “Well that was a quick change.” You kissed him o
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 1More Like This
Cat! BTT X Reader
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“So that’s what happened….”England sighed on the other line of the phone, as the rain poored down around your home in the suburbs.
You pinched your temple and thought at what he had just told you over the phone, a clap of thunder sounding in the distance.
Once again France had made some snarky remark to England about his looks, which seemed to tick the Englishman off to the point where he decided to curse the Frenchman.
He decided the best way to get the ‘frog’ back was to turn France’s luscious blond hair into a deep and crazy shade of pink or green that would make him look unstylish and tacky.
So England made a potion hid potion and made it look like a new fancy kind of wine that France would have just died to try. He even wrote a card that it was from Italy, so France would know that the wine would definitely be good, or at least a little less better than Fren