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
Christmas Fever - [Rin Matsuoka x reader]Misaki-Kurenai
"AAAAAACHOOOOOOO!! Choo, choo, choo!!"
Letting out multiple sneezes, you covered your mouth with your arm instinctively and noticed the icky snot running on your bicep.
Gross... This is just... great...!
With a weakened pout, you grabbed a downy tissue from the tissue box then wiped your arm and nose of the icky mucus. Somehow, today feels like a sick day for you. Yesterday, you were doing perfectly fine but due to sleep deprivation and stress from school building up, your immune system finally collapsed. Although you had plans for today, you couldn't go and called in sick. Taking cold medicine seemed to have worked for a while but the effects worked occasionally, making you sniff every so often. What makes matters worse, Christmas creeps around the corner. Staying sick during Christmas isn't a delightful experience.
Cleaning your nose once more, you checked yourself in the mirror to see your nose reddening and your slightly pale reflection. As you analyzed your sick
Daddy Norway x Baby Reader~Call me pappa~blue-yellow-cloud
“ Okay, let's try this one last time...” Lucas sighed, “(name) can you say 'pappa'?” he asked and looked down at his 9 months old daughter, (name). The young girl stared back at him with big (e/c) eyes and then she open her mouth. Norway looked hopefully at her but was let down when a tiny yawn left (name) before rubbing her left eye with her small fist.
“ I think it's time for my little princess to have her beauty sleep...”Lucas chuckled as he tuck her into the (f/c) bed. (name) snuggled into her soft blanket as Lucas placed her favourite plushie, a fairy with a (f/c) dress and (2nd f/c) details next to her.
“ I guess I just have to try to make you call me pappa when I come home.” the blond haired mumbled and exit the room.
He walked down to the kitchen.
“ well I have to go to the meeting. If anything happens call me.” he explained as the man at the stove turned around.
“Hm? You don'
Jealous [ Aomine Daiki x Reader ]ShirayukiHaruka
“Excuse me, miss? Please try a sample of our freshest strawberries straight from XX Organic Farms!”
“Oh, thank you!”
The navy-haired man eyed the grocery store employee with irritation as the boy ogled you with admiring eyes while you popped the strawberry into your mouth.
“It’s super sweet!” you exclaimed, eyes alight with pleasure at the savory flavors spreading across the tip of your tongue.
“You can buy a box on sale for 200 yen, or two for 350.”
“Wait, 350 yen for two? That’s so cheap!”
“Exactly! Would you like a box or two?”
Aomine Daiki didn’t like it when guys talked to you, let alone looked at you. Aomine Daiki also didn’t like it when you chatted to other guys besides him. Somewhere in his subconscious, he knew he was being completely irrational about it, but he couldn’t help the annoying tightness in his chest or the increase in his heart rate, breathing, and blood pressure
Slippery [ Sawamura Daichi x Reader ]ShirayukiHaruka
It was a particularly warm winter day and outside, and the snow was slowly melting. The sun was somewhat warm on your skin as you walked to your boyfriend's apartment, a bag of groceries in tow.
Winter wasn't particularly your favorite season, but you didn't hate it all that much either. It could be cold and inconveniently snowy, but winter made everything clean and quiet with it's frozen blanket. That alone was enough to garner your appreciation.
Walking up the stairs, you knocked on the door of his apartment and listened to the footsteps thudding on the other side. The door clicked open to reveal your dark haired boyfriend in sweats and a white long-sleeved shirt that was very befitting for his tapered and chiseled body.
"Hey, come on in," he greeted, making way for you to enter. "Is that everything?"
"Mm," you replied, taking off your shoes and handing him the groceries so you could peel off your jacket. "What are you making tonight?"
"Miso soup with mackerel. That ok
Whilst the Beatles had always been marketed as a heterosexual group - in contrast with the Stones, whose image was androgynous - they were sympathetic to the homosexual population. Lennon himself was alleged to have had affairs with both men and women, and although he never openly admitted it to me, his condemnation of Britain as a land which feeds on a homosexual subsculture persuades me at this late stage that he was speaking from experience. I am sure that the break-up of the Beatles, or, more specifically, of John and Paul, must have been more traumatic than any of us suspect.
(Source: Sandra Shevey, The Other Side of Lennon)
As mild and oblique as the comment was [Paul's "You took your lucky break and broke it in two" line from "Too Many People"], it seemed to cut John to the heart. On top of the questionnaire inside the McCartney album and the lawsuit, it was like the tipping point between a divorcing couple that turns love into savage, no-holds-barred hostility. Indeed, John's w
Being Romantic - Romano x Readercassylovespink
Romano is a loving boyfriend.
Underneath his tough exterior was a kind man that got easily flustered. To hide this softness he regularly cursed like a sailor which surprisingly earned only giggles from you.
He had always wondered how he even got such a nice girl like you to put up with him. Though he regularly called you an ‘idiota’, he always ended up giving you a kiss on the forehead.
However he was in a bad mood today. He had cooked dinner since he got a call from his fratello Feliciano that he should be more romantic if he hoped that you would stay.
Of course, Romano cursed at his brother until Feli started crying. After he hung up, Romano went to Google and searched “How to be a More Romantic Boyfriend?”.
Many search results sprang up to the screen of his laptop. He clicked on each and every result gagging. “Girls fall for this crap?” he muttered.
Finally he picked the one that was the least gag-worthy: cooking dinner.
Romano grinned know
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