P o c k y: America x Reader by DakotaDog612, literature
Literature
P o c k y: America x Reader
“(Name), dude, look what Kiku gave me!”
You gave a small sigh of irritation as you looked up from your book. Standing eagerly in the doorway was a peppy American. The expression was of usual, childish happiness that always rested there. He looked truly happy. Under his glasses his sapphire eyes glittered with excited joy, a huge smile on his lip that looked wide enough to split his face. His usually tidy blonde hair was a mess, sticking up in several places as if he had rubbed a balloon over his head. He looked eager, bouncing to your sofa where you rested.
Without another word he shoved a box into your face. It was bright red
D U C K: England x Reader by DakotaDog612, literature
Literature
D U C K: England x Reader
“Why does he call me that?”
You were hovering over your reflection in worry, face creased in concern as you stared into the bathroom mirror. Bright (color) eyes stared back at you, rimmed with red while crimson veins lined the bright irises in the center. (Color) hair framed your smooth (color) skin, which only added to the shadows that hung under your orbs. It was almost horrifying that such a creature could crawl from your comforter each morning. With that day, though, came a girl who was something directly from a child’s nightmare. With an evening spent awake and pondering the horrid name that you were called each and ev
P o c k y: America x Reader by DakotaDog612, literature
Literature
P o c k y: America x Reader
“(Name), dude, look what Kiku gave me!”
You gave a small sigh of irritation as you looked up from your book. Standing eagerly in the doorway was a peppy American. The expression was of usual, childish happiness that always rested there. He looked truly happy. Under his glasses his sapphire eyes glittered with excited joy, a huge smile on his lip that looked wide enough to split his face. His usually tidy blonde hair was a mess, sticking up in several places as if he had rubbed a balloon over his head. He looked eager, bouncing to your sofa where you rested.
Without another word he shoved a box into your face. It was bright red
Hungary x Female!Reader - An Example by AWriterOfEverything, literature
Literature
Hungary x Female!Reader - An Example
WARNING: GIRL X GIRL
I knew this was wrong. I mean we are both girls! That's wrong isn't it? I've been told that my whole life, but her touch,wherever she touches, has the feeling I’ve been burned. Like moving your hand to close to a flame, it hurts the closer you get, but you also feel warmer. That's what it feels like. The funny thing is that I want more, I want her to continue. When she says my name, oh when she says my name, it runs a chill up my spine that I can't shake. The way it comes out with her Hungarian accent. This isn't normal, is it? Of course it isn't normal, there's something wrong with me. There always is.
"What ar
Half cat! England x Blind! Reader by karpetashipper7, literature
Literature
Half cat! England x Blind! Reader
Half cat! England! X Blind! Reader
You could still hear the cat yowling inside, even with the door closed and someone yelling at the cat to shut up. You frowned concernedly, and waited for whoever was coming to the door to open it up for you. The door swung open with a gust of wind, and a familiar voice greeted you.
"Oh! Hey (y/n), what's up dudette?" You rolled your eyes at Alfred's typical greeting and let out a small sigh. He knew full well that you didn't like being called "dudette", but he did anyways.
"Hello, Alfred. I'm here because Arthur called me over to show me something. A surprise of some sort, is what he told m
Half cat! Nyo! Belarus x Blind! Reader by karpetashipper7, literature
Literature
Half cat! Nyo! Belarus x Blind! Reader
Half cat! Nyo! Belarus x Blind! Reader
A tense atmosphere hung over the whole house as you waited patiently for Arthur to open the door. It almost seemed like the entire home was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen to the people inside. It made you a bit nervous. Hopefully Arthur wouldn't pull a nasty surprise on you, right? He was more civilized than that. You could at least hope that he was better than Alfred in that sense, but the heavy, anticipating sort of sense you were getting was making you doubt that just a little.
The door opened with a slight squeak, to which Arthur began muttering about the door hinges o