Reader x Fem!Child!England - BabysittingReader x Fem!Child!England - Babysitting by laika-the-hero
You always hated kids, but you needed money quickly. ]
That's why you accepted the request of babysitting your friend Arthur's younger sister, Rosa, while he and his parents were away. From the stories Arthur told you about his sister, she was a spoiled brat. Her outlook on life was pessimistic, and she only cared about her well being. You dreaded meeting Rosa, and you dreaded having to spend four hours with her even more.
When you arrived at the Kirkland Manor, none other than Mr. Kirkland himself opened the door. His mustache twitched at the sight of your clothes. He greeted you with a stern look and ushered you into the living room. You shuffled awkwardly into the large room, but you immediately noticed Arthur and waved. Before you can say anything, you heard a voice like nails on a chalkboard come from across the vast space. With the voice came a little girl about 5 with long blonde hair and glasses.
"She is going to be my babysitter? Daddy, look at her posture! It's horrendous!"
Merman! Norway x Reader: Different Worlds( I saw a pic on Instagram and Norge was a mermaid and this popped up in meh brain and I will try to do 3rd reader pov thing. Just for the intro.)Merman! Norway x Reader: Different Worlds by Hetalia-animegirl
I HATE THEM SO MUCH UGHHHH!!! Your name is _____ ______ and right now you are on a roadtrip to your beach house with your 'parents'. You hate the beach. A LOT. You hate the sand and the fact that it's the bathroom for all those fish. It's nasty. You tried to convince your parents to let you stay at your best friend's , Kat's ( ME), house. They said no. You continued to kick your mother's chair.
You growled and continued to kick the chair. " Not until we go back home."
Your mother and father sighed. They were really getting tired of this. " This is our home hunny! For the summer that is."
You rested your head against the window angry at everyone and stomped your combat boot , that was kicking the chair, onto the floor of the car.
" WE'RE HEEERRREEEE!~" Your dad sang in a sing-song voice. AHHH it was sooooo annoying. Y
Backbone. Denmark x Reader x NorwayBackbone. Denmark x Reader x Norway by SugoiKawaii-desu
She kissed those soft, gentle and smiling lips with a grin - their noses bump together and they laugh then lean in for another sweet puckered smooch. Blue eyes practically glistened under the sun as they gazed at her with so much love, it was almost embarrassing for any on-lookers to catch them in their peculiar mating ritual. She would tuck a couple of nervous strands of [h/c] and drop her gaze as she swayed in the tiniest.
He found it cute when she'd get flustered around him and that would just make him want to kiss her again.
Blonde and the epitome of everything Lukas wished he could be to her - funny, relaxed, a strong chin, and manly features with etched muscles and broad shoulders. He would stare down at his long, feminine fingers they were toothpicks compared to Mathias'. Lukas was one of the prettiest guys in their entire school, and that wasn't her type - Mathias was that.
Lukas remembered back years and years ago when she used to date him, back in the beginning of High School
Won't Desert You: Punk!England X ReaderWon't Desert You: Punk!England X Reader by KawaiiGirl15
'How did I get here?' you thought. You were at your ex boyfriend, Arthur's, concert. You had broken up with him around three months ago and started becoming, should I say, friends with benefits with his friend Alfred. Alfred treated you slightly different from how Arthur had treated you. Sure Arthur was a punk rocker, but he was also a gentleman and treated you with care like a delicate doll. When on the other hand, Alfred treated you like a best friend rather than a love interest. You were still friends with Arthur, even if it was awkward at times if he was around and Alfred had happened to kiss you on the cheek. Lately though, he was acting differently around you at school. You found it strange and tried to avoid him for a while, but, being his friend meant coming to his concerts to support him.
The Britt walked out on stage with his band. He was wearing a pair of red ripped skinny jeans, a graphic-t with the British flag on it, multiple chains and his favorite blue conver