LizzyBoo13

This always happened. Every time you went out. Some guy would like the look of you and start following you. Only tonight, it wasn’t just one and they weren’t just normal guys. You had three and all three of them were built and you could barely see the outline of a gun on one. You just kept trying to find a place to hide. Soon you saw a bar you knew a great friend of yours often frequented. You smiled and soon ran in. he was there alright, downing beer again but once he heard the door open, he looked up. Those green eyes met yours and he quickly put out the fresh smoke and you ran over to him. He opened one arm and he quickly pulle

"Ludwig! Your son just covered the dogs in Kool-Aid powder! Again!" "Vhy is it zat he's only my son ven he's done something wrong?" "Because he certainly didn't get this sort of thing from me." Ludwig sighed but chuckled at your argument, heading downstairs to deal with the elder of your two children. He entered the kitchen to see his three dogs covered in varying shades of blue, purple, and red. You were currently holding yours and Ludwig's baby daughter in your arms as you glared down at the almost four year old boy shuffling his feet in the piles of Kool-Aid mix. Seeing that your husband was in the room, you carefully handed him Alina a

You laid there quietly as you listened to the steady breathing. Warm arms held you close to an equally warm chest, but it did not inhibit you able you look up. You were currently looking at your husband’s sleeping face, as his chest that heaved up and down against you. You could not help but smile at the man that you could proudly call your husband of one year to this day, Berwald. You frowned slightly as you knew you had to sneak away and leave the man your loved, but you knew it was for him so that thought alone made you happy.   You gently pulled his arms over of you as you got out of the large bed. You threw one of his large shirts

"Today Is the day!" you thought to your self. You were determined to get a hug out of your crush Kiku, He never let you hug him or anything or let anyone hug him for that fact and you were going to change that annoying little fact about him. Today was the day of the ball your brother Francis was hosting. "Okay today is the day I win his heart!! and I will get that damn hug!" You looked at you self in the mirror you looked drop dead beautiful. You (h/c) hair  was down and curled, your (e/c) eyes were shining with determination and your dress was magnificent! The colors complemented your skin and complexion and the way it was made complemente

Scotland x Reader Give Me Love songfic One month.  It has been one month since he saw you.  It's been one month since he ran his fingers through your silky (h/c) hair.  It's been one month since he's felt your soft, plump lips against his.  It's been one month since he felt your perfect body against his.  It's been one month since he's said, "I love you." Give me love like her, 'Cause lately I've been waking up alone, Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt, Told you I'd let them go, And that I'll fight my corner, Maybe tonight I'll call ya, After my blood turns into alcohol, No, I j

"Kesesesese~ Seems like someone's having the unawesome aura of unawesomeness!" says Gilbert as he enters the room, with another* case of beer. "Dude? You feelin' well? It's not like you normally reject all the beer right in front of you." Alfred says as he slung an arm around Mathias. "Wanna look for some random chick around the street?" "No thanks." . . . "WHAT?!" Gilbert and Alfred shouted, taking a good look at their friend. "Did that Norwegian friend of yours cast some sort of spell on ya? 'Cause I've been through all that crap from Arthur." Alfred said as he scratches the back of his head. "I guess I'm just not in the mood for all

Arthur Kirkland groaned. He had to go to a very important meeting tonight and couldn’t find somebody to watch [Name]. His sweet little [Name]…. He could remember the day when he found her on the streets of London… -Le Flash— No time for a flashback. He needed somebody to watch over [Name]. Just then, his older brother Allistor casually strolled into his house. Arthur hated to do this, but it was his only option… “Allistor, I need you to do me a huge favor…” He grumbled. “What’s this? You need my help?” The Scottish man asked in shock as he started to take off his jacket

 ". . . Ready or not, here I come!" At one of Alfred's parties, we all decided to play hide and seek, Alfred, of course, being "it". I ran into one of the back rooms, spotting an unlocked footlocker. After stepping inside it and making myself comfortable, I closed the lid, being careful not to lock it. Several minutes passed, and I wasn't found by anyone else. A few moments later, I heard someone frantically stagger into the room, closing the door behind them. There was a short pause before the lid to the footlocker opened, leaving me exposed. I wasn't caught, though, because the person standing before me was my cute little red-headed Ita

 "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo!" The Spaniard turned around at the sound of his name being called. His eyes fell upon _____, his best friend for as long as he could remember (excluding Gilbert and Francis, of course). His lips curled up into a happy smile when he saw her-- even though she was glaring daggers at him. "Hola, bonita," he said with the big grin still on his face. "How have you been?" "Oh, just fine, thank you," she replied, crossing her arms. There was a razor-sharp edge building in her voice. "What's the matter, bonita? You okay?" "Oh, yeah!" She stomped past him angrily, heading inside the house. "Everything's peachy-ke

 "Alfred! Where are we going?!" I said as Alfred pushed me along through his gigantic house. He snickered. "You'll see~!" I rolled my eyes. We arrived at a door, which Alfred opened and shoved me into the room, closing and locking the door. It turns out the room wasn't a room-- it was a closet. It was a small, empty closet, barely able to fit two people. Wait. Two people. . . I banged my fist on the door. "Alfred Foster Jones! Get me out of this closet, or so help you, I will--" Before I could say any more, the door opened and Arthur was pushed in. The door closed, pushing Arthur closer to me. I could see his emerald green eyes st