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2p!America x Bullied!Reader: Unexpected
Alfred stared at the computer screen with a not so amused expression. It was another photo his friend Oliver had taken with his "Oh so perfect family" he had. Well, that's what the cupcake freak call's his family. He glanced a the almost mirror imagine son Oliver had. Except his son had the eyes of his mother. A disgust tone trickled from brunette's throat and closed the window. He could take anymore of this cutesy shit. But somehow he was slightly envious of what Oliver had. A beautiful wife, a good home, a decent job, a smiling son.
Years ago this would make the American's head turn away and sneer at the thought, but now. Being older, he f
~Safe in Your Arms~ A Germany x Reader One Shot
"Alright men! Ready.. Aim.."
You broke free of the strong grip of your German fiance and bolted towards the shooting grounds.
"No!" You screamed as you reached out your hand towards your parents who were propped against the wooden poles, blindfolded. Lightning cracked in the sky as the guns were fired making it hard to distinguish the two. Rain began pouring as you tripped and fell on the ground.. It was too late. You laid on the ground, tears streaking your mud splashed face. Your hand was outstretched towards to two slumped over bodies that now lay lifeless. You sobbed hopelessly as there was nothing else you could do.. You were now left with the guilt of their deaths, despite what they would want you to think. The last thing they spoke to you was in fact the opposite, it was their dying wish that you'd live your life, regretless, with your German officer.
As you laid there weeping, you felt steady arms wrap around you and lift your
Happy Birthday Norway! [Sick!Norway x Reader]
Lucky Stars [Sick!Norway x Reader]
Today was the Norwegian man's birthday, and he wasn't in top condition to celebrate it fully.
You frowned, a bit unhappy that your friend would have to be confined to his room on his special day. An unexpected cold had ambushed him, and you felt like it was your duty to pay him a visit, just to see of he was doing alright.
That's why you were standing on the doorstep of the Nordics' house, leaning slightly on the heels on your feet, waiting for someone to welcome you in.
You were met with Finland, who was also one of your friends. He welcomed you in, in full knowledge on the reason fo
AwesomeTrioXWaitress!Reader You're Too Awesome
It was an average night for (Name). She returned from her part-time job at the local McDonald's, only to get ready for her job as a waitress at the local bar.
She sighed. Having to deal with annoying costumers, screaming kids, and low pay was more than enough to drive someone mad. The only thing that made it all bearable was that her best friends came to visit her at work most everyday.
Alfred F. Jones, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Mathias Køhler. The three obnoxious, loud, fun loving goofballs where the best friends that (Name) could ever ask for. Each of them was able to be quick with a joke to cheer her up, their a
AmericaxReader: Mine!AmericaxReader: Mine!
You lounged quietly on the couch with your long time best friend, Alfred Jones. Your head rested in his lap as he blasted away at Call of Duty. The quiet clicking of the gun on the screen was the only sound and you were fine with that. It was always nice to just have a bit of blessed quiet while Alfred was around. You yawned lazily while you watched him play his game for a moment before standing from the couch and stretching. Al glanced
at you before turning his cerulean gaze back to the gaze.
“Where ya goin dudette?” He questioned his gaze once again flicking to you. You shrugged.
“Grabbing a snack
Shimeji!2P!England x Reader - Rainbow girl (2)
"My new shimeji is so adorable~! Thank you so much for showing me how to get one!"
"Oh, you're welcome, ________," your close friend giggled as you both walked out of the school. "It was the least I could do since you were so interested in them." Silence then enveloped you both as your friend adjusted her hold on her back pack. She just now realized that she had to empty it out before she hurt her back.
Laughing at her flustered expression, you held out a hand. "Here, let me help you with that." She shook her head.
"No, no, I'll be okay. Besides, your house isn't too far from here."
"Yeah, you're right...hey!" you suddenly yelled.
America X Reader - Shaking
America X Reader
“Alfred! Get your ass up and help me with these!” you growled as you pointed to the dirty pile of clothes on the floor. Alfred was sprawled out on the couch, one leg hanging off as he slurped down a coke.
“Waidouneedmahhelp?” he mumbled as he shoved another potato chip in his mouth. Yes, you did love your best friend Alfred, but sometimes you just couldn’t stand him.
“Because! It’s not all my clothes! It’s mostly all yours!” you practically shrieked as you kicked a pair of his dirty, hamburger stained pants. He took no notice of you and kept watching the bright colours
Door 8 (Matador!SpainXReader)
You stepped through door number eight and straight into a place that was sunny and warm.
You looked around and found that you were in a line to a stadium type structure, and everything was in Spanish.
You made it into this stadium and started to get jostled around furiously, you finally was pushed through a doorway where you soundly fell of your face with a loud ‘Thud’.
“Oi chica! Are you ok?” a masculine voice with a heavy Spanish accent said and you looked up to find emerald green eyes staring at you with curiosity and worry.
“Um, I’m fine” you said shakily as the strange but handsome man dress
NorwayXTsundere!Reader They're Pretty Cool
Ahh, school. One of the most hated places for any teenager. Especially if that teenager was (Name). God, she HATED school. Sure, she had friends, the teachers were moderate, the homework was small, what could be wrong? Besides the fact that her crush was next to her. In. Every. Single. Class.
The (h/c) female just couldn't stand it. She had different ways of showing she cared for him, and those ways were lashing out with her sharp tongue at him. Not that it seemed to bother..... Him.
The light blond and dull blue eyed boy was enough to drive her mad. She loved him, she really did, but her actions did give out mixed signals. What made matter
~Always~ An Italy x Reader One Shot
It had been two years, five months, and eleven days since the day the accident happened. Feliciano never could let go of the guilt after he saw you get lifted into the ambulance. He had just been so mesmerized by your sparkling eyes that he hadn't seen the large garbage truck pull out in front of your car. He escaped with only minor injuries, but you now suffered from amnesia. You had been in a coma for the first month and every day a strange man would come and tell you how much he loved you. He seemed so familiar yet so distant. You knew deep down that this man was connected to you in some way.
You woke up in the same pure white bed every day, the first thing in your view was a huge glass vase full of roses. They always brought a smile to your face. You would go over to them and give them water, watching as the drops of water glistened in the sunlight. You would then bathe, dress and go to the same dining area. You'd sit in the same chair in the co
EnglandxReader - Warm Me Up
You walk down the street in the heavy rain, sighing. Not long until youre home really. Well, that is if you consider a half hour walk not long.
Turning the corner, some lightning cracks above you chorused with the loud rumble of thunder. You decide to run for it, trying to get home as soon as possible. Youre already soaked through and home isnt as close as you hope in this weather.
as you turn the next corner, you realise where you are. This is Arthurs street. Cold from so much rain, you run up the steps to Arthur Kirklands front door, hammering on it and ringing the bell twice.
~In Your Eyes~ A Prussia x Reader One Shot
"Suck it losers! Make way for the awesome Gilbert!"
You giggled as your best friend Gilbert continued to make a fool of himself. He didn't care and that's what you loved about him. Sure, he could be a little brash and prideful, but there was another side to him. In middle school, you were always the target because you got the best grades. You were outside the school, surrounded by a group of girls. They had pushed you into the wall and broken your glasses, now they just sneered and laughed as you cried. Then out of nowhere appeared this strange looking boy. He came up to you and picked up your broken glasses and then turned to the girls. "You know, bullying is so not awesome." He grabbed your arm and pulled you away from them. Ever since then, you've clung to his side. That was the day you fell for the egotistical sweetheart.
You and Gilbert were spending study hall in the library, with you actually studyin
~Linger~ A Romano x Reader One Shot
To think, that of all people, you'd fall for Romano. He was cold, hostile, and just plain rude most of the time, especially to you. You were relentless though. He'd often comment on how stuck up his ass you were. You knew he was just doing it to egg you on and hoping to get a little fun out of picking on you. Everyone needed someone, that's what you'd say. The first time he heard that response, he actually stopped for a minute and looked touched. You knew Romano could be different if he wanted to, he only acted this way to try to get what little attention he could. One day, he opened up to you, mind you he was drunk off his ass, but nonetheless, he spilled all his feelings on that long car ride home. It was then you realized you really did love the man, despite all his issues and self esteem complex. He had shown a different side to you only on occasion when you two were alone. A slight touch here, a hug there, even a peck on the c
Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you took it out to check who it was. It was your friend Arthur. You answered.
“’ello ________. *hic* I’m really *hic* drunk right now. Can I come over and *hic* stay the night?”
You sighed. This was the 5th time this month he had asked you that. You should’ve known that’s what he was calling about.
“Sure. Whatever. Where are you?” you asked.
“Open your door,” he told you and hung up.
You waked to your front door and opened it. There was a drunken Arthur, standing on your doormat, wearing nothing but a black apro
Baby Birds Agni X Reader
“Be careful up there, and make sure you don't look down.” Against Agni's better judgment, he'd allowed you to be the one to climb to the roof. Since your first step on the ladder, he'd been begging you to be careful or to come down. “Please, why don't you let me do that, I would never be able to forgive myself is something were to happen to you.”
“I'll be just fine. You just worry about holding that ladder steady.” You took the last few steps up reaching the roof without any problems. “Which way am I going now? Everything looks different from up here.”
“To your left, but please,
The Heart of A Child-Ch 14-ChangesBasil and Dawson are walking in the park at night, coming back from a solving a high-profiled case. They were chatting about it when Dawson heard a voice.
“Basil, isn’t that Ratigan?”
Basil’s ears perked up and sure enough, he heard Ratigan’s voice along with a voice that he knew to be Isabelle’s. He quickly ushered Dawson to behind the bushed as he went with him, watching.
He watched as Ratigan came around the corner with Isabelle beside him, but what really caught his eye was the child between them.
The little girl mouse was holding both of their hands, chattering away about something. She seemed arou
The Heart of A Child-Ch 13-My Favorite GirlsIsabelle was waiting for Ratigan in bed when his door opened and Lizzie walked in. She silently went to the bed and went under the sheets, snuggling next to Isabelle.
“You ok, sugar?” she asked, seeing the mouseling peek over the sheets and then sat up.
Isabelle waited patiently for Lizzie to speak.
“My daddy is never coming back, right?”
Isabelle shakes her head and says “No.”
Lizzie nodded and said, “Good.”. She then then looks at Isabelle.
“Do I have to call you and Professor Mommy and Daddy now?”
Isabelle smiles and strokes her hair.
“Only if you want to.”
Fighting Against The Devil-Ch 11-Unopened LettersRatigan woke up suddenly, wondering what woke him. He turned to the side and saw Isabelle sitting up, hugging her knees.
Since the church fiasco three weeks ago, she’s been having bouts of insomnia and just wanted to be left alone, walking in all manner of the days to quiet her mulling thoughts. She asked Abigail to hold her mother’s wedding dress, not wanting to desecrate it like Norman wanted.
Then three days ago, Isabelle came to Ratigans home, first staring at him in silence and then bursting into sobs, nearly collapsing in his arms. She at times slept for hours and when she woke up, will start sobbing. All Ratigan could do
Fighting Against The Devil-Ch 10-Showers of PainIsabelle ran through the halls of the church, trying to find a way out. She heard Neil and Thomas fighting behind her; she prayed that they got out of that alive. She stopped a window, trying to find a opening. Finding none, she grabbed a nearby table and smashed it at the window, breaking the glass and letting her through.
It was raining hard outside and there was an occasional bout of thunder and lightning. She ran to the ledge, trying to find a way down. She cursed under her breath when she saw they were too far away for her to jump on. A whistle caught her attention, making her look up. She saw Proisnias with Klaus at the rein, along wit
The Heart of A Child-Ch 12-ConfrontationA week later, the entire gang was hanging out in the Rat Trap. Rose was teaching a song to Lizzie at the piano when the door suddenly slammed open, making everyone look at the patron.
In walked in an adult male mouse, he had brown fur and wild black hair. He was also wearing a dirty police uniform. When Lizzie saw him, her face filled with fear and she urinated herself. When they saw her reaction, they knew it was Daniel, Lizzie’s father.
Daniel saw Lizzie and he immediately growled.
“Get over here, Lizzie!” he yelled, making Lizzie run to Ratigan and hid behind his legs. He started to approach her, but suddenly, each of
The Mastermind and The Thief:Ch 34-Waiting
Ratigan walked into his lair quite irritated. One of his men blundered a job with a connection he had and he had to go himself and fix it. Luckily, the connection was fair and resolved it. He took care of his man that blundered as well.
He sighed as he took off his cape and hat, setting them on a nail nearby. He was removing his jacket when he entered his room. He looked to his bed and stopped in his tracks.
Isabelle was sleeping on his bed, propped up by pillows, an open book on her lap. He noticed with amusement that she was wearing his robe, which she was practically drowning in.
He quickly removed his vest, cravat and shoes as he climb
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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