My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 3My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 3 by BadRomance194
America arrived to England's house and stood outside his front door, fingering the little velvet black box in his pocket nervously. This new development in his plan to propose to Arthur was not what he had in mind. He was supposed to arrive to his boyfriend's home without any interruptions and they would spend the day together by going to see a movie and taking Arthur to his favorite restaurant in restaurant in London. Finally, at the end of it all Alfred would take Arthur over to Buckingham Palace where the magic would happen and he would pop the question. Then they would probably go back home and have the greatest mind-blowing sex ever. It would end with his cute little (yes his) Iggy crying out his name, then America would wrap his arms around him and pull him close to his chest as they slept and that was the great thing he loved after they were done.
Of course, that all depended if England said yes.
That was the main problem of America's worries, but now it seemed to have a gotten
My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 2My Big Fat Kirkland Wedding Ch. 2 by BadRomance194
Arthur really hated his siblings sometimes. They were loud, noisy, rude, obnoxious louts who whenever either one of them (or all for this horrid instance) decided to come visit him his home would be in disarray and tatters.
As of now that was exactly what they were doing. Scotland was currently in is kitchen scrounging through the cupboards and pantries looking for food and drink. "I'm a makin lunch fer the rest o us that's eh 'ole lot more edible than your gawd awful rubbage ya call food." He had put it as he made his way to the kitchen. It was known among the British Isles and the rest of Europe that Scotland was a more terrible cook than his little brother- though he insisted that he was the better cook and that his food was excellent. How would you explain the Frankenstein monstrosity confection that was haggis? According to the siblings, he was stinking drunk when he first created the dish.
Alistair Kirkland, the personification of Scotland, was the second oldest of the British Is
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Alfred F. Jones knew that he was the happiest nation in the entire world right now.
How on earth could he not be? He was elated, brilliant, and even fantastic. No, he didn’t even think those were even the right words that could even describe he was feeling. He had his health, a lovely country where his people could live free and happy, and since recently, he has been in a relationship with Arthur Kirkland, the personified representation of England. After centuries of being brothers, then revolution and independence to show England that they could be equals (though it did cause a strain between the two for several years, but uneasily called it after the events of the War of 1812), allies, to friends, and then finally coming together as lovers. From so many ups and downs in their lives they were able to show the world that love comes in many shapes and appearances. What else could be better? Well actually, if he was going to be honest with himself, Alfred thought it could be.
Lawless: Where the Wild Roses Grow, ch.81913Lawless: Where the Wild Roses Grow, ch.8 by BadRomance194
When Rose had arrived home, it was half-past midnight. In all honesty, she had not meant to stay out so late. She went over to Blackwater Station to hang out with the boys after she and Forrest left Snow Creek. All Rose was going to do was spend time with them like she always did, and then she would return home to please her mother (in other words, get her off her back) and spend time with Wingfield. Yet somehow, she instead found herself in the back of the Bondurants' truck going to deliver some White Lightening and Apple Brandy for a party that Tazwell Minnix was having down at Burnt Chimney. When she and the Bondurants were invited to join the party, well, time flew by after that. However, somewhere in the back of Rose's mind, she had a feeling that Forrest had something to do with her arriving home late.
And quite frankly, she certainly didn't mind.
Rose opened the front door slowly- very, very slowly- and quietly so as not to wake anybody and not get caught. That was the last
GrimmUlqui: Valentines DayIt was Valentines Day. Today was the day that everyone was going to go overboard what with the gift giving, serenades that were sure to come, declarations of love, mushy couples, and so on. Things were usually peaceful in Las Noches but not today. Hopefully, Aizen would not be celebrating this horrid day. But that was just wishful thinking. No doubt that that Ichimaru Gin would find it amusing to celebrate it and would persuade Aizen to do so. And Aizen, seeing that he was extremely fond of the fox faced man, would no doubt fulfill his lovers wishes. And of course, the rumours of their great leader planning to let his subordinates celebrate this day triggered a lot of excitement from the majority of arrancar that resided in Las Noches. Days before today the pale arrancar had come across more than a handful of arrancar, both male and female, giggling and blushing whenever he passed by them, and then promptly whispering to one another in hushed voices. He, of course, paid them no mGrimmUlqui: Valentines Day by diornamelia
GrimmUlqui: Valentines DayIt was Valentines Day. Today was the day that everyone was going to go overboard what with the gift giving, serenades that were sure to come, declarations of love, mushy couples, and so on. Things were usually peaceful in Las Noches but not today. Hopefully, Aizen would not be celebrating this horrid day. But that was just wishful thinking. No doubt that that Ichimaru Gin would find it amusing to celebrate it and would persuade Aizen to do so. And Aizen, seeing that he was extremely fond of the fox faced man, would no doubt fulfill his lovers wishes. And of course, the rumours of their great leader planning to let his subordinates celebrate this day triggered a lot of excitement from the majority of arrancar that resided in Las Noches. Days before today the pale arrancar had come across more than a handful of arrancar, both male and female, giggling and blushing whenever he passed by them, and then promptly whispering to one another in hushed voices. He, of course, paid them no mdiornamelia
Hangover [ Azumane Asahi x Reader ]Azumane Asahi wasn't very fond of things that went bump in the night. If he let himself lay too long in silence, the smallest sound would get to him, putting eerie and frightening thoughts in his head. So he always had his TV on before he fell asleep to ward away the strange noises that came from beyond the sanctity of his bedroom walls.ShirayukiHaruka
It had been nearly half a (lonely) year since he moved into the apartment, and he figured that if he had gone six months without incident, then he could probably sleep without his TV. That night, he decided to try test his own courage, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong night to sleep without his TV.
His room was completely silent, and the fact that he hadn't heard a peep in the last ten minutes was a good thing. Content with his position in bed, he let his eyes close and his mind wander before sleep wrapped him up in its calming embrace.
And then he heard it.
At first, he wasn't sure what it was. There was a strange grating noise outside of his roo
Soldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - The Talkaranel753
”Did they send me daughters
when I asked for sons?” – Mulan
[f\n] held her head between her hands; rocking her body back and forth while she waited for whatever punishment she would receive (because there wasn’t a single chance that she would walk Scott free of something like this). The facts simply didn’t add inside her jumbled thoughts. She went for her swimming training. She had nearly drowned with the extra amount of clothing she had insisted on wearing. And somewhere between the lack of oxygen that had most likely killed the last two functioning brain cells that possibly existed inside that thick skull she had and the near death experience... The girl and general Beilschmidt kissed.
Well, not exactly.
Their lips had touched, sure, but that was because he had performed CPR on her. And she… Okay, maybe her not so innocent unconscious mind of a pure maiden had decided to take advantage of the situation. So things became more lik
Reader x Police!Germany - Black PoliceAs the sky darkened by every passing hour the streets were becoming emptied as everyone has went off doing things they do at this time. But you of course, Was mad as a raging bull.wolfifi
You drove carelessly, Not giving a damn to anyone or anything that you pass by, You just wanted to get home ASAP. Empty and non-empty beer bottles were shaking by the cars movements and shoved or either threw some off so you can see where you're driving.
"Fucking hell.." You let out a cuss, Staring at the side mirror you saw a car tailing at you with those red and blue lights and a annoying sound that pierces your eardrums whenever you listen to it. "Not now.. Not now, Damn it!" You slammed your hand against the hard dashboard and harshly pulled the brakes to stop for the cop.
The cop also did stopped his police car and turned off the siren, You were relief to know he won't play that awful police music, To which you call it.
You could hear the cars door opening and closing even if you don't t
DenmarkXReader-Any night could be any less betterGlass clatters as you put it down the counter. It's been your 5th drink this night, You relieved all your stress and pain from drinking to your favorite place. The Bar.wolfifi
The alcohol is quite expensive but you managed to pay it but you do intend not to seriously waste it all so your careful on whether buying it or not. You pulled the half filled glass once more and chugged it down in one gulped and sat it down once again.
"Oi, [Name], slow down there, we don't want anything bad happening to you now do we?" The bartender said as he was facing you while he cleans the glass as it was part of his job; You and this bartender have became intimate with each other and treated him like a family and so is this bar. You chuckled and sat your money on the counter.
"Give me another shot. Make it challenging old chum!" You said in a slight happy mood.
"Anything for my favorite customer" He said as he prepares another for you. Your elbow on the counter as you put your hand across your [h/c] locks. Your
The Wallflower (France X Shy!Reader)solarkittygirl
You reluctantly followed you best friend into the auditorium of your school. It was the Valentine's Day dance and no matter how hard you protested, (best friend's name) kept begging you to go and even took you shopping for the dance a couple of weeks ago. You just couldn't say no to them once they had their mind set on making you go to events like this.
Of course they were only trying to get you to open up to people more often, but it was still pretty hard for you to talk to others. Right now you only wished to be back home in the comfort of your room and marathon something on Netflix, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen.
"It'll be fun, (Name)," they repeated for the millionth time since they heard about it as they dragged you into the crowded room with them.
"I don't care..." You said as you shied away from anyone who got too close. "It's too crowded here and I probably don't even look decent enough to be here. Can't I just leave?"
"No way, this dance is just getting star
Cliche Love Song ~ |Denmark x Reader|xYourHero
Commission for Prominessence! She asked for a Denmark x Reader songfic to the Danish song, 'Cliche Love Song' by Basim. Hope you like it! (:
I met this lady - Lady
She was looking so damn fine
But she was crazy - Crazy
It was all about party time
"Do you think she'll be there?"
"Do you think she'll remember me?"
"Do you think she'll let me dance with her? Oh, that would be the greatest! I just know she's a good dancer—have you seen her?!"
Norway slammed his book shut. "No, but you've gone on and on about her enough for me to 'know' her."
Denmark rolled around on his bed, loving