(F/N) = First Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(Y/n) = Your name
(H/c) = Hair color
(B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny)
(Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard.
Father was home.
(Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he called it a lot of different names, like beer or vodka. But it was all the same, it all turned him into a monster that hurt the three-year-old.
She was smart enough to realize when he smelled and came home late, she was usually hurt.
But not always. Sometimes he wouldn’t come into her room, just head straight to bed. Or if he did come into her
You body waddled downstairs while you were in your pajamas still and had your hair all messy as usual. "Good morning, ____~" Tino cheered gave you the usual morning hug.
You were really tired this morning because you ended up staying up until about 7 AM and only slept for three hours, stupid internet keeps you up at might. You recklessly hugged him and yawn loudly by accident. Lukas sighed and made you some coffee to wake you up and it did. You snapped out of you sleepy state and thanked Lukas from the caffeine. He patted you shoulder and went back to his seat.
You sat at your usual seat and started eating, the rest of the Nordics did the same. After you ate, to your surprise Emil was the last to wake up. He was usually the first after Lukas, but not today. "Morn
Click, click, click.
“-I AM SO FREAKING BORED!”
You threw your head back, as far away from your computer screen as you could manage. You were so insanely bored out of your mind that you had nothing left to do—not even on the Internet. You had just stopped yourself from typing ‘Google’ into Google out of your pure boredom.
“Ughh…” You groaned, standing up. You slammed your laptop shut, only before realizing there would still be nothing left for you to do even if you did get up. Letting out another sigh of defeat, you plopped right back down.
“This has got to be my most boring vacation ever…” You grumbled aloud.
It was spring break—naturally anyone would think a teenager such as yourself would be going wild by now.
But not you. Instead, you were in your bedroom, pajamas on, shades drawn, doing literally nothing.
The cool evening air hung upon ____'s shoulders. She shivered, but continued to press forward, her sneakers gently tapping on the the sidewalk. Normally, she would avoid parties, her boyfriend typically didn't want to have anything to do with them. She could still remember how much he spited her party attitude. Honestly, it was innocent - she liked seeing her friends drunk. That was all she liked about them. Now that she and her boyfriend were broken up - she could go to all the parties, since she knew he wasn't going to be there. Fortunately, Alfred had actually invited her to his New Years' Party. They didn't really talk much at school, but they surely were friends. He was aware of what had happened too.
That was good. No ex problems tonight.
____ approached the door of Alfred's hose. She gently rapped on it, holding her wrist tightly in her hand. Within the minute, the door had op
“Can I ask you a question, (name)?”
Your heart sped up at that, and you nodded slowly, your heart starting to thunder.
It had been three months since these weird reactions had begun, ever since the pool party at Alfred’s house when you noticed how incredibly handsome your Icelandic best friend was. And since then, you had been a wreck. You couldn’t look him in the face, couldn’t even glance at him in general without dirty thoughts of running your fingers up his bare skin entering your mind.
And poor Emil seemed so confused too. He was taken aback by your actions, but he tried hard to not ask questions and stay by your side. He knew that
Emil was someone who easily got embarrassed. Even if it was something small as to call someone his big brother, his cheeks would flare with a red colour and he would quickly exit the room. So with the privilege of being his girlfriend, you had some VIP access to see his cute reactions, and without being hit -unlike Norway who was often the victim of Iceland's violent side.
But today you, (F/n) (L/n), would try something very dangerous. You would see how far you could push your dear Nordic boyfriend. You wanted a new shade of red to dust his cheeks, you wanted to hear his adorable voice shutter, you wanted to see him in a mess.
“Emil?” you voiced as you sat cross legged on the sofa.
*Drunk!Finland X Reader*
"Um,why is Norge carrying Fin on his shoulders around the house?" the (h/c) asked,surprised at the sight.
Closing the door in hope she had taken the wrong path and mistaken the wooden door with the five scandinavian flags - which was almost impossible,mind you - the female scrunched her petite nose realising she didn't do as guessed. Sighing,she opened once again the door,the sight of a wasted Lukas shouting profanities in Norwegian - or that's what she thought - while carrying a very excited Tino welcoming her - sort of.
"What the actual ...?" (Name) gasped in surprise,pinching her cheeks in order to assure herself she wasn't dreaming - aaaaand she wasn't.
"Ya know,they get like this once a month!" a feminine voice explained,startling the (h/c).
"It's like they are werewolves or such,becoming... Fabulous over night! But they just get drunk!" the Scandinavian girl laughed,muttering a small 'Look' before taking Lukas' bottle of alcohool.