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EnglandxReader Sleeping TroublesEnjoy ^^
You glanced at the glowing clock on your bedside table. You almost groaned at how late it was, but you just couldn't fall asleep.
Things were just stressful at the moment and it was hard to relax nowadays. You were getting ready to be wed, your period decided to show up and everyone seemed to be in just the right mood to make you angry. Your mother was putting so much pressure on you about your wedding and your father was making a fuss about the price. So, yeah, you had a right to be pissed.
You pulled the comforter closer to your body, trying to become warm in the sixty degree room.
Your fiance`e, Arthur walked into the bedroom the two of you shared. "A bit late, love. Eh?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.
You lightly smiled. "You're up," you countered. He chuckled and nodded, taking off his clothes to get into his pajamas. He slipped into bed with you, pulling your body closer to his. You bowed your head and set it on his chest.
"Hmm, but I had work. It'
EnglandXReader Goodnight Arthur...^^' Enjoy please~
Laughter, angry voices, the clinking of glass, and the smell of ale.
Of course you'd loved coming to the bar when you were younger, when you first could drink. The day you turned eighteen. But now you felt old, though your body looked your real age, mid-twenties, you felt like your grandmum.
"Eh! (Name)! Nice ta' see ya' here again!" the bartender said from behind the counter. You smiled and saluted as a reply. Sitting down at the counter, you looked around. Nothing had changed in years. Same old drunks sitting here every weekend.
"I'll just get a medium draft beer like usual.." you ordered dully.
"Yes ma'am." the bartenders young son said.
He set the mug of the precious amber liquid in front of you. You thanked and tipped him.
The bell rang at the entrance door, signalling someone was here.
Arthur Kirkland. Your long time love. He was the reason you'd moved from the country into London. He had been everything. He had been your muse.
But he broke your heart
GermanyxReader Jogging, bras and kissesEnjoy ^^
You huffed out whatever breath you could take in in short, quick breaths. You wanted to stop, but Ludwig kept on yelling slightly encouraging words at you to keep running.
You were on your fifth lap.
You had been exercising with him all morning.
Now it was noon.
"Okay, now walk one lap. I promise we'll get lunch after this," he said.
You finished your laps and ran towards the gym building. Outside was cold and you wanted to get out of those sweaty gym shorts and this clingy shirt ASAP.
No one was in the gym, and the locker rooms were locked, so you had to change in the corner.
You pulled off your shirt, revealing a black sports bra.
Ludwig walked into the gym as soon as you took off your shirt. He blushed and cleared his throat.
You blushed and looked up, still pulling on your shirt.
"Ah-eh, Ludwig!" You struggled to pull your shirt on with the stress of him being right in front of you.
"Look away!" you screeched. He did as told, his face aflame with a sh
SpainxReader- Smoothies and tomatoesRead the description please and thank you.
"Do we have anymore tomatoes?" Antonio asked. You shook your head and looked in the fridge.
"Then I want a smoothie," Antonio stated. You giggled and nodded, grabbing some ketchup from the fridge. You walked to the kitchen table where your Spanish love was sitting and set the ketchup bottle in front of him.
"..What is this? I said I wanted a smoothie," he gave you a 'what the fuck is this shit you crazy woman are you high?' look. You laughed.
"So, hon, if tomato is a fruit, then ketchup is a smoothie, right?" you asked your boyfriend, Antonio.
He laughed. And he laughed hard. "..Well I guess," he replied after he wiped a tear away from his eye.
"Well, then do you want a smoothie or not?" You asked, laughing. He shook his head and laughed.
"Uh, not a tomato smoothie,"
DenmarkxReader Forgive MeEnjoy ^^
'This is unbelievable. I can't ruin it for him.We're too young,' you thought as you paced the small bathroom.
"Uh-uh, Matt?" you asked, emerging from the restroom. He turned towards you, oblivious to the worry in your voice. You sat next to him on the couch, sliding the books away from where he was studying.
"Hmm?" he hummed, sliding close to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.
"Uh, I have some...News," you started, looking into your lap and fiddling with your thumbs. "I don't really know how to say this," you mumbled quietly. By now he could sense a twinge of worry in your voice. "I got, well, you got me, no..Um," you stumbled over your words several time.
No words seemed to be the right ones. Finally, you worked up a fine amount of courage and blurted out, "I'm pregnant!"
You looked up wide eyed at Mathias. Mathias' eyes widened the size of golf balls.
He got up and paced the room a minute, slapping his hand to his forehead and leaving it there, rubbing it across
EnglandxReader Burnt ToastEnjoy ^^
"Hun, could you pop the toast in while I take a quick shower?" you asked your husband Arthur as you set the toast on the counter. You were already in a rush to get to work on time: making breakfast in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around your body and a toothbrush hanging out your mouth.
But you were so hungry!
"Sure. I'll butter it and put it on a plate."
You smiled. "Thanks~" with that you rushed to the shower.
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After a five minute shower, you were dressed in two minutes.
You walked downstairs and smelled burning. Arthur had tried cooking something.
"Uh, I burnt the toast, (Name)." he explained.
You chuckled. "A little charcoal never hut anyone. Now did it?" You bit into it, thinking it'd be alright, but you spit it out and gagged.
Arthur chuckled. "I could make you some more toast if you'd like..." he offered.
"No! I mean..I'm almost late for work. Bye. Love you!" and that said: You were heading out the door.
DenmarkxReader How to treat a womanENJOY ^^
"How you treat a woman would be to give her flowers just because, kissing her morning, afternoon, evening and night. Tell her you love her when she tells you she hates you, hug her when she punches you, you have to watch The Notebook and Titanic with her and let her cry because the old woman doesn't remember or because Jack died.
You have too put off guy's night to listen to her ranting about the bitch at work and her boss and how the office was boring because the whole day it was just Bill talking about the savings of the company.
You have to cook her dinner after those kinds of days too. Snuggle with her when you watch those stupid shows that she loves to watch even though they make her cry every other week like "Glee" and "Grey's Anatomy". Cheer with her when some talentless loser wins "The X factor" or "American Idol".
Buy her the biggest box of chocolates you can for under three ninety-nine. Don't complain when she asks you to go out and buy the Blue box of tam
EnglandXReader Goodnight Arthur... Ch. 2"I still love you (Name).." You stopped upon hearing that. You glanced back at him, seeing his heart-broken face, you turned around again.
"Goodnight, Arthur..." You said again, leaving.
The conversation was stuck in your head, replaying as if it was a broken record.
How could he love someone like you? Well he somehow he could. He used to.
You let out a groan of frustration, not being able to sleep since that conversation nearly a month ago made you angry. You'd been up every night late since then. You'd just lay in bed for hours upon hours every night just thinking about him, old memories of the two of you together.
"One day, we'll get married. We'll live in a big house with children running around...It'll be great. I promise," Arthur told you. You smiled.
"Dear God, I love you so much (Name)." You smiled as he hugged you, picked you up and spun you around, quickly pecking your lips before placing you down.
You giggled and replied, "I love you too Arthur..
PrussiaXReader Waking up to a womanEnjoy ^^
Gilbert woke, smiling at the fact you were lying next to him. He turned his head a little, seeing that it was most likely early in the morning.
He ran his hands up and down your warm, bare body. He brought you closer to him loving the way your small body and your soft skin meshed with his muscular and rough, pale body.
You made a small noise and shifted in your sleep, mumbling his name once. Gilbert smiled, brushing (hair color) hair from your small face.
The cold air of the tent was unnoticed, for (name) heated Gilbert right up. He could hear the wind blowing outside, singing and talking amongst themselves, probably speaking about him and (name) right then and there. Though Gilbert took no notice to the wind whispering about them, because he was happy, and so was (name).
Gilbert heard some wolves howl in the distance, and he heard one, two, three gunshots. More howling. Then he heard the youngest male of the German soldiers blow the trumpet, signalling it was time to awaken,
Waking up (FranceXReader)Blearily, you blinked your eyes open, the sleep disorientating you. The softness of the white sheets pulled around your bare body felt good and you sat up slowly, rubbing the kink in your neck. A moment of sleepiness later, your eyes widened.
Where was he?! The warmth that radiated from his body was still clinging to the bed sheets, so he couldn’t have gone long. Just as you were about to swing your legs out of bed, a noise comforted you. Whilst the sound of Francis’s humming of La Marseillaise, you lay back down, your hair fanning out over the pillow.
“Bonjour ma chérie!” He exclaimed, setting down two steaming mugs of coffee on the bedside table. “Isn’t it a beautiful day? I mean just look at that sky!” He said, flinging the curtains open for the morning sunlight to stream past.
The way he stood in front of the window, wearing only his rose-print boxers made him seem truly stunning. Even the blue sky he praised paled in comparison to his azur
Burning dinner (FranceXReader)Francis hummed as he set about cooking for dinner. Not that you couldn't cook or anything, it's just that he was brilliant at it. And you loved watching his fingers.
They were so nimble, so elegant and effective against the grit in lettuces, the fat on meat, you could find so many reasons as to why watching him cook was so calming.
Sticking close to his side, your (e/c) eyes followed his hands that were stirring a pan filled with a roux. He quickly alternated between flour and milk, the sauce getting thicker and thicker as he did so.
He noticed your watching and chuckling he pulled you between his arms. Your arms came above his and he looked over your shoulder to continue cooking. "Better, no?" You nodded happily at his question, settling down against his chest.
He leant his head against yours, taking in the scent of your hair. Smiling, ne nuzzled your neck, distracted by you. Kissing down your neck and shoulder, he purred. You turned around and he pinned you against the stove, nipping
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and
Caught (FranceXReader)It was time. As quickly and carefully as possible you grabbed the warm, red towel off your bed and headed out the door. Rushing downstairs you slipped on your thongs and drank a glass of _____ juice as you attempted to grab your keys. A few moments later, you were rushing out your door and towards your car.
You had to be extra careful now. The heat poured down and the inside of your car was like a sauna. Body drowning in sweat, you turned the car on and waited for the air-conditioning to cool it down to a heat you could stand. Grumbling to yourself, you managed a small smile.
Just think, _____. In less than an hour you'll be in a nice, cool pool. You'll be swimming away your worries with a carefree mind. You won't have to see that annoying French loser. You laughed a little and thought back to the previous phone call you'd had with him.
A few minutes ago you had called in 'sick' to work with a terrible cold. It was a cold that left you bedridden and tired. Your boss, Francis, h
FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle"Oui, mademoiselle, I am ________'s cousin. I have somezing zat needs to get to her right away! It is her protein mixture."
You boyfriend, Francis Bonnefois, was trying to convince the office lady at your school to give you a thermos. And you weren't really his cousin; he just needed to seem like family because your school was a bit stingy towards who they trusted. However, she wasn't budging. He had tried flattery, puppy dog eyes, and teary eyes.
Zis woman is made of stone!
"Honey," She turned to him with a frown, "I can't get that to her because it's in a bottle other than a water bottle." She waved one manicured hand, shooing him.
Francis snorted, and she glared out from her heavy makeup.
He looked at her. "I am sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just zat ze last time she forgot to take her protein, she went into alaphylactic shock and said some pretty funny things."
He almost hit himself in the face for that. You don't go into anaphylactic shock because of prote
You're mine (Fallen to thief FranceXReader)Francis ran up through the field, as he turned he laughed loudly when he saw you face-plant into the ground. “Careful now!” He called, coming back to you to help you up. “Thanks!” You replied, grinning though there was mud all over your face.
Chuckling, the young blond wiped it away with his sleeve, running his hands through your hair to make it stand up. You chased him, shouting loudly. This was the most fun you’d ever had! It was so lucky to have spotted Francis through the window. Normally you weren’t allowed to go outside without anyone to guide you, but even then you only went on boring walks.
Now that you’d found Francis, you were sure you were going to have way more fun. His parents were specialists in roses and while they mostly tended to the garden that was the main reason they were employed.
Your late mother absolutely adored them and when she died, the flowers reminded your father of her so much. He liked seeing them, but the pain at
FrancexReader: Five Years
"I love you mommy," said your little boy with blonde hair.
Smiling you patted his head. "I love you too baby." It had been almost five year since his father had broken up with you.
You were nearly bouncing in your seat. Today you had just found out that you were pregnant. It really didn't matter that you were eighteen, it didn't matter that you weren't married, what mattered was that you and the love of your life were going to have a baby together.
"Francis over here!" you waved down your boyfriend. He smiled and ran over to the café outdoor table. "Francis," you said taking his hand in yours, "I have some news."
"So do I."
You were a little surprised, "Oh, well you go first then."
"I've been accepted to a culinary school in France."
Silence passed between the two of you. "Oh well that's great Francis."
He seemed to get a little more somber, "And I think that now is the time for us to go our separate ways. Long distance relationships never work out."
"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred what appeared to be his heavenly omelettes.
You yawned again and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before nodding in agreement and walking outside the door towards the mailbox.
The morning was always so calm at the house you and Francis lived in. The roses he and you planted the year you moved here to your first home went from being small
Sheet Fort - France X ReaderSheet Fort – France X Reader
It had been your idea to build the fort. You were the one to grab the sheets from the closet while Francis finished cleaning up the plates from dinner.
He had invited you to stay the night, since he knew you were struggling with work and could use a break.
He could hear you giggling in the other room and it made him smile. He absolutely despised when you were upset, feeling guilty for a reason he couldn't explain.
After wiping his hands on a towel and removing the dirty apron he was wearing, hanging it neatly on a hook in the cupboard, he made his way out of the kitchen.
"Francis," you called childishly. "Over here."
You peeked your head out of a tent of covers, beckoning him to come and join you.
Comforters and quilts were hung all around his living room, tied to different objects and corners of the room. It was quite dark, only the light of a small electric lantern lit his path.
He wiggled his way through the slit of the entrance, crawling on his hands an
France x Reader Get Out!Enjoy ^^
Francis opened the door to the bathroom, knowing you were in there. You were taking a shower.
He silently laughed his creepy laugh and held is video camera up. Steam covered a little bit of the lens, but he could still see through it clearly.
You hummed as you showered. Your eyes were shut tightly as you lathered your hair.
You rinsed your hair and opened up the shower curtain, only to be met by your blonde haired boyfriend and a video camera. You screeched in surprise and blushed.
You threw the towel that was hanging on the bar at him and screamed, "Get out!"
He laughed out loud his odd laugh and ran out the bathroom as fast as he could.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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