Strength [2P!Teacher!America x Student!Reader] by Cross-Angel-Chan, literature
Literature
Strength [2P!Teacher!America x Student!Reader]
You were something special.
He watches you with ruby-red eyes, but knows to not be staring at you for too long in case it arouses unwanted suspicion. Allan pretends to keep a firm eye on the students, even making the occasional gruff remark to keep up his façade of actually caring about all his students equally.
The smooth, clear-cut strikes of your limbs were so precise, hitting the target in the most accurate and painful places possible. You were like water, moving as if it were only second-nature to you- yet you were also a form of fire, with flames burning passionately in your [EyeColor] orbs. Something about you c
2P Romano X Reader .:I Will Kill You:. by TheRedGarnet, literature
Literature
2P Romano X Reader .:I Will Kill You:.
Contest Entry for http://www.deviantart.com/art/CONTEST-Reader-Inserts-376847486
You sighed in boredom as you walked down the busy streets. It was morning rush hour and you had been caught in it. You pulled your hoodie closer to you trying to dodge people. You were wearing blue jeans and (f/c) converse to work. Not professional but you always dressed like this and your boss really didn't care.
Where did you work you may ask?
Your friend/ crush and boss, Flavio's, boutique. You named it and he could design it. He was the best designer in town and people paid considerable amounts of money to ge their hands on his outfits.
The thing was
2p!AmericaxReader-Boyfriend Material? by hetaregirl, literature
Literature
2p!AmericaxReader-Boyfriend Material?
It was the dead of the night and whoever was at your door, youre going to give him, or her, a good beating for waking you up from your sleep. The knocks on the door was getting louder and louder with each passing moment and you yelled, Coming, from the top of your lungs to get your message straight.
Finally reaching the door, you turned the knob hastily. You were faced with your brunette boyfriend, your bloody, bruised, bad boy, Alfred. His clothes were ripped and as bloody as his face. Al what the eff? He gave you a smile even with his swollen cheeks (damn he was still cute). Moved by pity (and the fact that he
No Smoking Policy 2 (2p!CanadaXReader) by moriartyssniper, literature
Literature
No Smoking Policy 2 (2p!CanadaXReader)
CAUTION: SWEARING
Finally, you had a day off. It had been nearly a week since the incident involving a remarkably rude Canadian, a cigarette, and a fire extinguisher. You strolled down the hill, happily munching on the candy assortment you had just purchased from the local candy store/ice cream parlor mix, and you planned on spending the rest of the day in the used book store with a pile of under-appreciated discounted books.
You spent way too much time in Old Orchard.
Bypassing the book store -it wasn’t going anywhere- you made your way through the massive crowd to the small theme park that happened to be right next to the ocean. T
No Smoking Policy (2p!CanadaXReader) by moriartyssniper, literature
Literature
No Smoking Policy (2p!CanadaXReader)
CAUTION: SWEARING
At this time of the year, you honestly hated your job. It was early August; the height of tourist season in the great state of Maine, and the little shop you worked at didn’t have air conditioning. You worked in one of the countless tourist trap stores that lined the main street in Old Orchard Beach. You understood why every Mainer hated this season. The state motto may be “Vacationland”, but what we really mean is “Give us your money and leave.” But the thing about Old Orchard was that during the summer, you had a hard time telling if this was Maine or Canada.
That’s right. Canadians.
Prize for K8tly1n!
Warning for language.
Enjoy!
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“Oi, _____! Hurry up, dammit! We’re going to be late!” Matthew Williams stood outside, pounding on the front door. You opened your bedroom window. “Chill, will you? I’m gonna be a few minutes. You can leave without me if you want.” He quit abusing the door to cross his arms. “No thanks. I’ll wait.”
“That’s what I thought.” You shut the window and continued getting ready. After a minute Matthew started knocking again. Grabbing your things and half falling down the
Bad Luck: 2P!CanadaXReader by ChildoftheBlankPage, literature
Literature
Bad Luck: 2P!CanadaXReader
Bad Luck
You chuckled as Alfred made a fool out of himself, yet again. He really was an idiot sometimes, but one of your best friends none the less. There was a growling sound behind you that sent shivers down your spine. Then Arthur pulled up beside you with an amazing smelling pink frosted cupcake.
"Would you like it?" He asked, his smile a little sadistic.
You laughed nervously and pushed the cupcake away. "No thanks, I, uh, don't want to get a cavity. Too many of your delicious sweets can do that, you know," you gave a nervous smile.
With a sneer, the personification of England put away the treat. He turned to Alfred, the personificat
I Promise [2P!Canada x Reader] by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
I Promise [2P!Canada x Reader]
(Name) had spent the entire day inside again.
Matthew glared at the woman with narrowed eyes from her position on the couch; she was sprawled out in an ungainly fashion, staring up at the ceiling with blank (e/c) eyes, and the television's monochromatic glow made her form look almost alien. She had been watching the old black and white shows yet again, it seemed. Although, from the atmosphere in the room, Matthew could guarantee she hadn't paid attention to the screen even once.
"You promised you'd go outside today," Matthew growled dangerously, crossing his arms as he continued his heated glare at (name) with nearly venomous violet eyes. "