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Vampire 2p England x reader x 2p America [Pt.8]"_____!" Oliver called out your name his hand reaching out to you but he faded away into the darkness of you losing consciousness.
Next thing you knew you were in your bed you jumped up in shock but felt a stinging pain. You were covered in bandages. You felt a bit dizzy but managed to take a look at your surroundings. You were definitely in your room, but what happened? To Oliver, to Alfred...you thought for sure that that was the end. Game over. Managing to pull yourself up you slowly stood up from the bed and walked over to the door and opened it, peeking through. Oliver was in the kitchen, the door creaked which quickly caught his attent
Your eyes flew open as you sat up, looking around wildly. It sounds like the crash came from downstairs. A burglar?
With a sigh, you swung your legs over the bed, shivering when your bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. You creeped over to the stairs slowly, careful not to make any noise, and slowly tiptoed down the stairs.
What was that sound? You tried not to worry about it as you slowly and quietly continued to go down the stairs.
You tried to ignore it, but the sound just kept getting louder and louder and it was really starting to creep you out. You almost jumped when you heard a cruel chuckle in the kitchen. "Don't bother hiding, poppet, I can hear your heartbeat all the way from here."
So that's what that was! You silently cursed yourself as you stepped into the kitchen, fists curled into a ball as you prepared to fight whoever was in there. The only light was from the moonlight shining faintly from the window.
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer 3
Your jaw dropped. “The Ripper?” You echoed, voice hollow in shock.
He grinned playfully. “What, are you a little more frightened now, poppet?”
You stared at him, meeting his blue eyes unwaveringly, and then you tackle-hugged him. You couldn’t help it! Murderer or not, this was the very source of your obsession for more than half your life.
He staggered back, stunned. It wasn’t easy to faze him, but this really did it. “What the hell?” He demanded, sounding vaguely normal.
You let go, coughing. “Sorry…um…rather…ah, never mind.” You shook your head and folded y
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer 2
You were shoved into a house. For a murderer’s house, it was remarkably neat, and well-furnished. You didn’t know what to expect. A blood-spattered kitchen? Bodies scattered about the foyer? Then again, you decided that would be rather suspicious for someone who lived on such an open street as this guy seemed to.
Your eyes fell upon a newspaper, and you picked it up gingerly, looking up to see if the man would get her to drop it. He was busy hanging up his coat, and wiping his hands free of blood.
You scanned the headline, looking for the date. Berlitz snuffled around, not going more than a few feet away from you. Suddenly, you
Obsessed Thoughts 2P!EnglandXReaderHe walked through the crowded streets, his footsteps light, the bright sunlight shinning down on his strawberry blond hair. He stopped for a moment, his bright blue eyes scanning the area, though it was hardly necissarry; he could have walked there with his eyes shut, he knew the way so well.
His blue orbs rested on a small, comfy looking cafe that just seemed to make everything look a little brighter. He smiled, but it wasn't his usual crazed, sadistic smile he had plastered to his face whenever he played his game of cat and mouse; it was a true, genuine smile of happiness.
He walked over to the cafe and opened the door, inviting himself inside. It was rather cozy and warm, the smell of freshly baked bread in the air. He paused to deeply inhale the delicious smell; although he prefered cupcakes, the bread did smell rather tasty.
A small bell rung when he stepped inside, alerting you to his presence. A wide grin spread across your face. "Hello, Artie!" Of course you knew hi
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer 8
His words gave you the uncomfortable feeling that he was planning to kill you again. You leaned back in your chair, thoughtful, while Ollie handed you a cup of tea while he hummed.
“Oh, by the way, I still get Berlitz for the day, I need him for something,” Ollie remarked, sitting down in front of you.
“For what?” You raised an eyebrow. “You know just as well as I do that he starts growling and snapping at you when you’re in ‘that’ mood.”
“Do I now?” He looked surprised. “What mood is that?”
You stared at him. “You seriously don’t notice? When you ha
Afternoon Tea 2P!EnglandXReaderYou were running as fast as you could, your high top clad feet slapping the concrete with every step you ran, your cheeks slightly flushed and a smile playing on your lips. You weren't exactly the best runner, which is why your legs cried out for a break and your lungs felt ready to explode, but at the moment you didn't really care; you were too excited to care about anything else at the moment.
You had just recieved a call from you best friend and secret crush, Arther Kirkland, inviting you over for afternoon tea. Now you would admit, he did sound a bit strange on the phone. His voice was sweet, almost to the point where it was sickening, and he sounded happy, which was weird, since Arther was never happy. But you'd decided to look past it and accept his invitation; that was your first mistake.
You finally decided to show mercy on your burning legs, slowing your pace to a casual walk, even though you wanted nothing more than to keep running at full speed. You kno
2P!EnglandxReader Friendly Neighborhood Murderer 4
It had been several weeks since you moved in with the infamous Jack the Ripper, and you had to admit, apart from the random fits of giggling, the man wasn’t that hard to live with. He kept everything neat and tidy (except when he was baking) and went to work and came back on time.
It kind of scared you how normal he seemed to act. On the other hand, you were also irritated that he loved to treat you like a child, pulling out frilly dresses he said he had gotten from people at work, though what his job was, he had yet to tell you.
Personally, you enjoyed living there. It gave you time to practice your drawing, which had gotten phenomen
2p!HetaliaxReader Taming the Beasts (England)England giggled, happy that you were
paying attention to him.
“Please, poppet, call me
You giggled too. This England’s
cheerful attitude was rubbing of on you. After the night you’ve
been having, a little cheer is just what the doctor ordered.
“Okay~! What were you doing here,
Oliver pouted. “I was going to
see Mr. Grumpy Pants, but it doesn’t look like he’s awake
“O-Oh, um, that’s kind of
my fault Oliver…sorry.”
Oliver glared, but after a moment his
face softened and he pulled you into a gentle hug.
“Oh, poppet, I
Voodoo: 2p!America x ReaderWARNING: There’s probably a swear down there somewhere. (I checked.. there’s lots...) There’s also implied smexiness. Not that you don’t love it. There's a little gore too. ^^ All the good stuff. And it’s kind of fluffy for 2p!America... I blame the economy.
This song has been in my head all day. Listen to it. Absorb the awesomeness that is even more awesome than the awesome Prussia’s awesomeness: link
(You can tell it’s awesome because I said it four times.)
I hate the way you’re making me act around your friends,
And the way you keep saying you won't let me in.
Now I'm starving for you
2P!America X Reader ~ You Will Be Mine ~ Part 2You stood on the edge of the beach, the waves laping at your sandy feet, watching as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon. It had been exactly a week since your incident with the Al and you were still unsettled. Ever since then you'd felt like you were being watched 24/7; even in the shower. You had come to the beach to try to get your mind of these problems but it didn't work.
You sighed and pushed a stray (H/C) lock of hair behind your ear and turned to leave. Before you could take a step you were pushed on your back under the waves by an unseen force. You gasped, inhaling salt water, and tried to sit up but to no avail. Ther
Dark Side 2p!AmericaXReader 3Thick, hot tears silently streaked down your flushed cheeks as you watched Arthur's casket be lowered into the ground.
Al noticed your tears and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You shot Al a watery smile, grateful for the comfort, though it faded the moment reality hit you. Arthur Kirkland, your beloved boyfriend, was dead. He was dead, and he wasn't coming back. The shock hadn't hit you the first time you saw his broken, bloody body. Not even the lack of emotion in his green eyes convinced you.
But now, now that you saw his body buried, you knew he was dead. Pulling away from Al's grasp, you slowly walked over to Arthur's grave, almost as if you were in a trance, and knelt down. "I'm sorry, Arthur." You whispered, trying to force a shakey smile, for the sake of your dearly departed boyfriend. "I love you so much."
Then your breath hitched, tears began to fall once again and, before you knew it, you were sobbing your heart out.
It took Al quite
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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