Plushie!England x Reader 2: Trapped
It had been a few weeks since your plush roommate came to stay with you, and the two of you were getting along just fine. You went to school, Arthur didů whatever living plushies did, and then you'd spend the rest of the night together. But today, something was different.
"Arthur?" you called. He wasn't sitting in the window today, oddly. You looked around the house, calling his name. Just as you were about to give up, you heard a voice.
"______? _____, where are you?" Arthur's voice replied. He sounded scared, as if something was wrong.
"I'm in the living room! Where are you?" you asked worriedly.
"I'm in your room! Help!" he answered.
When you got up there, everything seemed normalů except for the fact that your bulb-gripping lampshade was on the floor. "Arthur?!" you called again. The lampshade started to move when you called him.
"I'm under the lampshade, _______. The bulb grip trapped my ankle, and when I tried to pull myself free, the shade flipped over on top of me! Please get me out," he begged.
"Oh, Arthur. I wouldn't have expected that from you," you teased, shaking your head a bit and picking up the lampshade. He was indeed dangling from the bulb grip. With a giggle, you gently bent it and freed him.
"Thanks, ____," Arthur said. You hugged him close, he snuggled into your (h/c) hair, and the two of you went downstairs to watch some TV.