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headingalaxys-spicy · 13 hours
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I appreciate the tag ⭐️
Superlonely - Benee
Come Over - Carly Rae Jepsen
Chemistry! - Flux Vortex
American Way- Supergold
Mondai Girl- Kyary Pamyu Pamyu
Can’t tame her- Zara Larsson
My “I’m totally on that demon time / I feel some type of way” energy
Paint the town red - Doja Cat
Coconuts- Kim Petras
Pretty Girl Era- Lu Kala
No pressure tags (the ones I tagged like Marge once said “I think they’re neat”but also I don’t talk to people on here sooooo)
@maplequeen94
@nalidyne
6 random songs from my 'On Repeat' Playlist
1. aerials - system of a down
2. hypnosis - sleep token
3. climbing up the walls - viscera
4. the jester's dance - in flames
5. cirice - ghost
6. how i fall apart - currents
tagged by @iite-cool (well vi tagged my main but i use this blog more LMAO) // no pressure tags: @whats-belay @stargirlrchive @oddityinthesky @tomiesdiet @dmitriene <33 mwah i love u all !!!
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OP I hope you plan on finishing this story because I’m INVESTED .
Waking Up in Las Vegas Pt. 1 (APH America x Fem! Reader)
Rating: SFW
Synopsis: You are a news reporter sent to Las Vegas to cover a story in the big city by your boss. America has been a secret long-term fan of your blogs until that one day you posted that juicy story about him ...
"Man, that was...quite the flight..." You said to yourself once you got out of the airplane. You walk through the gates and stop by baggage claim for your suitcase.
"HEY DUDE! Never thought I would find you here!" America yells from across the terminal. He was wearing a tie-dye red, white, and blue t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and his iconic pair of Crocs.
"Wait...are you...The United States of America?!" You questioned him. It was kinda of a surprise to see him there.
"Yes ma'am, that would be me~☆." He said while flashing his million dollar smile.
"Well...my god. Wha- how do you even know me in the first place?"
"Come on Dude, you're that reporter who runs a popular blog for that big news site, 'The Hawkeyes' !"
"I'm just surprised to see you here. Did you know I was coming to Las Vegas?" You were curious as to how America knew you were stationed in Vegas. That's when his face gets all peachy and sweaty.
"Oh!? Well...it's just a simple coincidence. Yeah, that's all~!" He said while rubbing the back of his neck.
"Really? Are you sure you're not stalking me?" As a slight smirk grows on your face.
"WAI- WHAT?! Dude, I TOTALLY wouldn't do that! That's like totally weird and creepy." He huffs and folds his arms. "Anyways...since we just so happen to be here at the same time and NOT because I was watching your social media or whatever, I wanted to talk to you about your recent report."
"Oh? Is that so, Mr. America? Which one do you want to talk about?"
"Hmph, how about I treat you to lunch first? Since there's a lot I want to say."
You think about it for a good minute. This discussion could add some valuable insight to your report. "Sure, I have plenty of time."
"Great! I'll take you to my favorite spot in this airport~!" America beamed.
He takes you over to a 1950's styled diner at the food court. "This place got some wicked burgers man." He sits you down at a booth and he sits right in front of you. The waitress comes by, hands both of you a menu, and takes your drink orders. Then America crosses his arms with a slight grin on his face. "So....Ms. Y/N, your report about me last week...."
"What about it, America?"
He takes a deep breath, "So, it seems like you have some...theories about me..."
The waitress hands us our drinks and takes our order. "Theories?" You smirked.
"Oh ho ho~! Don't play dumb with me Ms. Y/N. You posted about my "alleged" criminal track record online. You have theories linking me to these unsolved crimes. That's quite bold of you..." He says in a low-toned voice.
You started to feel the heat but kept your cool. "Hmm, what's wrong with that? I can write about whatever I want. After all, freedom of press~."
"True. However, not if it damages an innocent person's life. That my dear, is a suable offence." America says before drinking his super thick and rich cookies and cream milkshake.
That's when you could feel the heat rise above your neck and pool into your face. "I have proof..."
"Proof? I highly doubt that. You have no concrete proof of me committing these crimes, or any crime as a matter of fact." He leans back in his chair while placing his feet on the booth next to you.
"Hmm, so since we are here, let's clear things up. Shall we?" Your gaze pierces into his eyes.
He chuckled with delight. "Ah~, and if you find out that it's not true, you'll take down that post and post an apology. Deal?"
"Hmm...deal." You reached out your hand and shook hands with him.
The waitress quickly comes by with your food and America immediately picks up his big ass hamburger and takes a bite of it.
"So, Mr. Stars and Stripes...where do you want to start?"
With his mouth still full and chewing, he replies "Hmm... let's talk...about the...theory of...that LA highspeed...chase that...happened three...weeks ago..." He takes a big gulp of his milkshake.
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I'd love to see Finland 🇫🇮, Denmark 🇩🇰, and/or Spain 🇪🇸 with a reader who just got her first book published, a non fiction book wanting to help people through loss. Please and thank you! 💖💖
Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy this one. I tried to make it as heartfelt as possible!
🇩🇰 Denmark 🇩🇰
You’d been staring at the computer screen until you heard some footsteps racing up your stairs. It only took you two seconds to figure out who the foot pattern belonged to.
“Y/N! Y/N! IT’S ME! LET ME IN! I HEARD- I SAW THE NEWS! LET ME IN! LET ME IN!”
From being still like an Edvard Erikson statue to your movement becoming fluid like water, you practically sprinted to your door. Once you opened the door to greet him, you were engulfed by the mid-afternoon air and muscles sculpted in the northern frost. Mathias had you caged in a bear hug and spun you around several times until you were dizzy.
“You did it y/n! You did it! I told you that simply going for it was a good idea!”
“Haha thanks Mathias!” You were choked up with laughter and relief.
Mathias carried you to your living room. You were kind of shaky, but you still couldn’t believe you followed through and finished. Your heart fluttered with joy, and you were glad to be done.
“I knew you had that spark!” He sat you down so he could inspect your face. You still had heavy bags that sat beneath your eyes. They bore the weight of all the emotions you poured out while you wrote. You swam into the depths of your soul so you could inspect its contents. The jagged rocks that lurked in the darkened waters represented all of the heartaches you’ve ever had to overcome. However sharp, it at least did not cause you to become bitter. The journeys you go through when your heart shatters under the heavy pressuring weight in the ocean of sorrow. Thinking about writing about your experiences with the ocean made tears form in the corners of your eyes.
Mathias quickly wiped away your tears as soon as they began their dissent. His bright blue hues intertwined with your darkened (eye color) that was being affected by a storm that was brewing in the distance. Mathias will share his sweet words to try to ease the incoming storm.
He’s going to plan a fun night to help you decompress from the stress of publishing a book that requires emotional energy.
He’ll want to take you to Tivoli Gardens. The number of jokes will be high because his goal for the night will be to ensure you have an amazing night. He will grab your arm and….
“OOOOOOH! Y/N! Y/N! LETS GO ON ‘THE GALLEY SHIPS AND PRETEND WE’RE VIKINGS!” He’d already bought both of you 5ft long glow sticks so you could have a sword fight there and on the way to other rides. He playfully booped your nose and forehead and slapped your legs and arms playfully with his bright ice-blue stick. You occasionally parry his offenses with your cherry-red glow stick.
Some will raise their eyebrows at his saccharine silliness. It painted the sky shades of deep pinks & reds and decorated it with vibrant flowers.
After that, he’ll escort you to the Star Flyer. He wanted the day to be fun and like a fairytale, and what better way to do that than to be on high swinging chairs? He grabs ice cream with you on your way there. You allow yourself to be fully immersed in the cotton candy daydream bubble that you were in for a while. It’s not like you got to be here often so what would the rush be?
Mathias’ bright smile seemed to have stolen a few beams of sun so that you could radiate sunlight right from his perfect teeth. He happily skips along as he thwacks you one more time gently on top of your head.
“Come on Y/N let’s hurry! Last one there loses!” He dashes off with a swift head start.
Once you’ve made it to the swings and prepared for take-off, you knew you wouldn’t have a voice. You knew you’d lose the ability to speak by the time you were done screaming your head off. Mathias adored screaming while being spun high in the air. He was like a happy Broholmer who had way too much caffeine.
As you descend back to earth, Matthias will grab your hand and decide which attraction you want to visit next. You pick a rollercoaster. You wanted to be alive! You felt alive!
Mathias will deliver when it comes to the best rides that keep you interested. The rest of the evening will be magical. He’ll show you all the best rides to suit your inner adrenaline junkie. You’ll wander around the park for a little while as you’ve been struck by the fantasy haze that has bright pastel yellows, purples, and blues.
🇫🇮 Finland 🇫🇮
He sent you a text to come over on Saturday morning for a fun get-together. He knew you well enough to make your favorite meals & snacks. Tino will have your favorite movies on DVD and have an aesthetically pleasing 500-piece puzzle for you to solve. He knows you tend to be overwhelmed about incoming critic reviews & to some extent what others think. However, Tino was ready for that. He knew your gentle heart well.
You were around the corner from Tino’s place when your heart began to pump insanely quick. Your palms were sweaty and you’d forgotten to text that you were on the way. This hangout was the only way you’d be able to distract yourself. Your publishing company dropped your book physically in shops, online, and for a Netflix exclusive content that would be read against a soothing star lit background. It had only been out for three hours or so and public opinion was beginning to pour in.
‘What if what they think what I wrote is dumb?’
‘What if it doesn’t make sense or is gibberish to those who read it?’
‘What if people think it’s too sappy?’
You pulled out your phone to check the time. It had been only a short while since the announcement was dropped. The IG post had hundreds of comments and thousands of likes. However you still hesitated at looking at the comment section even with the thousands of likes.
‘What if they’re all hate comments?’ Was another worried question that had crossed your mind. But you were eager to see what people were saying and the first impressions of your book. As you were about to jump down the rabbit hole a familiar voice dragged you back into the physical reality.
“Y/N! Y/N! Why are you just standing there staring at your phone? Come in before you & the (favorite hot comfort food) gets cold!” The cheer and warmth in his voice beckoned to you. As you pried your eyes away from your phone it remained in your hand. You dashed towards the door to greet him and hand him the wine you’d bought for him. You knew it was customary to treat your host with a nice gift of sorts when you visited them.
You were glad to see Tino. You needed him to help you stave off he rabid thoughts that the earned to devour you.
“Thanks Y/N. I have some cute bunny slippers for you. Now you can really be cozy whenever you’re at my home.” He exidely hands you the soft slippers with large ears that pointed up to 90 degrees. The beady eyes had a pristine shine to them.
“You’re too sweet thanks Tino.~” You slipped them on immediately after you took your shoes off. The plushy fabric supported you as you followed him inside. Something about being in Tino’s home always put you at ease. Tino swiftly grabs your hand and rushes to the dining room. He was eager to show you the elaborate brunch spread he’d made.
It was decorated with cookies, danishes, munkki (donut thing) & Lakiaispulla.
“Wow this looks amazing!”
“Well you did just do something amazing. You finally published your book you’d been working on for a few years now!”
He’ll pamper you in sweet ways for the entire weekend. He will have loosely made plans than can be flexible depending on your mood. Things like going to all the best small cafés, museums and hidden places that only he knows about.
Of course you’ll be taken to the sauna so the tension from your nerves can be eased. He will give you soothing massages to boot.
“Can’t write well if your back is all bent out of shape!”
While indulging in the epic spread that he’s crafted you’ll find yourself getting lost on the train viewing broadcasts that are popular in Finland. From the beautiful bustling cities of Finland that looked like an iridescent daydreams come to life to the lush forests with peaceful wildlife you couldn’t help but soak in the tranquility of this life. You allowed to to engulf your senses. Your notifications blaring from your phone brought you back into your more chaotic reality.
‘Did they hate what you wrote?’
‘Was all that was there absolute nonsense?’
The questions began to buzz in your mind like bees beginning to wake from a winter slumber. Your heart pace picked up and you’d stopped responding to Tino when he asked you about….
“Y/N!” His voice cut through the loud buzzing in your ears. You weren’t accustomed to him raising his voice in such a manner. You braced yourself for a more intensive outburst. That fear was extinguished when you felt him remove some of the hair that had fallen onto your face. Tino placed a supportive hand on your shoulder.
“Y\N want to talk about it over a drink?” His sweet smile was reassuring. It acted as an intoxicating smoke that soothed the bees eating away at your ears filled with doubt. Tino knows that you’re stressed and will listen to your woes about writing a book about loss. Pouring out your soul was no easy task. To put it out there for others to judge was on a whole other level of vulnerable. He wanted to help you carry the hefty burdens of the heart.
“Yes, let’s Tino.”
🇪🇸 Spain 🇪🇸
He’s simply excited that you’d managed to publish your book despite all the hell you had to go through in order to do so. The plethora of late nights, numerous meetings with your editor, you even consulted a few behavioral therapist and ones that specialized in grief management assisted you in producing your narrative in a constructive manner. You were meticulous in how you crafted your narrative.
Antonio for awhile believed that you’d been forced to take extra work at your daytime job for awhile. He’d always swung by your apartment to see if you wanted to have a late lunch/ early dinner or have an extended siesta relaxing in the sun. At first he wasn’t concerned when you declined to hang out with him the first few times. His worry began when you’d avoided him for 4 months straight.
Sweat was pouring down his temples when he reached your door. Had you been in the middle of a major crisis and he simply failed to notice? Why had you not come to him? Questions like this swirled in his mind until you answered the door to let him in.
“Antonio?” You say in a groggy voice.
“Y/N!” He practically tackled you off the ground. He kept you standing inches away from your carpeted floor. His strong calves, back, and arms he developed from his many nights of salsa dancing to bull wrangling bulls, his well maintained body steadied yours in midair. You were light as a feather. As his brilliant shimmering greens connected to yours he saw the bags that had formed under your eyes. He noticed that your skill was missing its usual bright glow. He also felt that you were lighter than you should have been.
“Mi amigo(o)… ¿Qué paso? (My friend what happened?)
He removed some of the hair that had flown into your eyes during your dissent to the ground.
“I’ve finally sent off my completed manuscript to my publisher.” You say in an exhausted tone. You’d been up for the past 48 hours in order to meet your deadline.
Antonio playfully picks you up bridal style and carries you back into your apartment.
“Come! Let me make you breakfast with churros. It’s time to celebrate!” His intoxicating sunshine spread warmth and energy through your body and soul. You needed this after being in the frigid depths of your soul collecting fragments of pain, tears, and shells of your former selves to gain insight and perspective. The journey to the emotional depths below left you exhausted and burning low.
“It must have been a long trip exploring the dark parts of your soul huh Y\N?”
He’s going to want to make sure you have nothing but food, fun, and relaxation. There was no better place to do that than Donostia-San Sebastian. The picturesque beaches, blue skies, and magical city that had bright lavender stars that twinkled at night. Prepare to have the best red wine from La Rioja region and all the best food from the Pintxo tours. What a better way to shake your sorrows than with food and booze.
Antonio popped in one of his breakfast churros as he patiently waited for you to pick your pinchos for the evening. He adored the way life flooded back into your (color) eyes as you gleefully sipped on some Txakoli wine. It was sweet and refreshing just like this whole impromptu trip for you to celebrate the completion of your book. He looked at the small bites that he’d like to share with you just in case there was something you hadn’t tried yet.
“How does it feel?”
“To be done? Amazing. I didn’t actually think I was going to get it done. All things considered… and with all the obstacles in my way… I never thought I would have…”
“The ability to do amazing things? Like have your book be on top 10 trending?” He shows you his phone on one of the top book vendor websites and your book managed to steal the #8 spot.
You chuckle as his big goofy grin. It soon changed into a bright toothy smile that was carved from proclean made from the God of the sun.
A smile reaches your own face when you realize that you had solid confirmation that your suffering was paying off.
For the longest time you’d been wading through the open sea. The intense feelings of grief you sifted through without a paddle. It had been chucked away as your heart inter-mingled with the familiar feelings of desperation, despair, and being agonized and eaten alive by feelings of inadequacy.
Antonio boooed your nose to bring you back to the present shoreline with him. Your bubble of loneliness had busted by the fresh Txangurro that was quickly approaching your lips. The crisp cool delicate crab meat tantalized your tastebuds. You couldn’t help but allow your senses to be soothed by the sensational food from the sea.
“You’re cute when you’ve had a chance to relax.” He poked at your cheek as you chewed. You weren’t able to hid your blush that rushed across your face like a raging wildfire.
“Thanks.” You smile at him in return.
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Here is the official prompt list everyone!
May 17th: Photographs | Rainy Day | Pets
May 18th: Doting | Music | Snuggles
May 19th: Folklore | Kiss | Soulmate AU
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Make sure you tag your work with #CanUkrWeek2024 so we can see it and reblog it. Cannot wait to see what you all come up with!!
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headingalaxys-spicy · 27 days
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Pfffffffftttttt
This left a mental image in my mind I wasn’t prepared for 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Lightning McQueen is Alfred F Jones’ carsona
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headingalaxys-spicy · 29 days
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Bar night draws ft. Nyo! China
Because let’s be real the Nyo! Version need more love. ❤️
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I sometimes casually cosplay while I write.
Two latest pieces coming soon. One is an ask the other has a working title of : Become my Doll a Yandere England x Reader piece that I’m trying to make as a oneshot.
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I kinda had to. I mean look that that dress. 👗
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Okay hear me out: Nyo!talia in flight attendant suits.
Totally wasn’t sparked by all the Air France ads that I’ve been seeing lately.
But also I have one or two Yandere! Stories in mind for the main 8 as like one shots.
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Escapism art because reasons AusHun
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💋💋💋
it’s Lovecore season!
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headingalaxys-spicy · 3 months
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OH MY GOD FUCK YES THE CROSSOVER
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hazbin hotel's new residents
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I am not sure if you do AUs, but if so can I ask for some headcanons for Cardverse!America?
It’s a bit of a hit and miss thing with me and AUs - sometimes I’m into doing them, other times not so much. In the case of Cardverse, its a tentative yes. 
Most of the time, Cardverse America is comparable to normal America. Here, the deviations will be presented. 
Yandere Cardverse America - HCs
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Trigger warning: Isolation, implied noncon/dubcon, forced marriage
The modern America we know is all about liberty and freedom. In the Cardverse world, he would hold the same values, he would just express them differently. As king, he has the freedom to do as he pleases and if that involves taking you as his willing, or not so willing, bride, then it is so. This is a land where the divine right of kings is in place, a right that places him above ordinary mortals. While there is a lot of classism in the land and it would be frowned upon for him to obtain you if you are of lower status, it is not like he was to be open about his relationship with you.
You are not to be Queen - that is a political position and he doesn't want you to be caught in that bloodsport. The most politics you'd be involved in would be managing the court and pulling strings from the shadows. You are to be his consort, and to him it doesn't matter if you have to direct affairs from your quarters, you'll still be his. 
As such, he is unlikely to gain much flak or backlash from the public for courting you, simply because you are not publicly or politically relevant. If you are, and that presents an obstacle for him, then he can very easily arrange for a fall from grace. That, or he can fake your death. Or he can pull the strings to make you quit your position out of loyalty and flee into his arms - the love story for the century, a charming fairy tale come true for the unwashed masses. 
All in all, the most critical part of his relationship with you would be the outside perception. The other member of court could use any perceived cruelty to usurp him, and while the country can be mostly sated by “bread and circus”, he can’t risk giving the populace a tangible reason to be rid of him. Religious glorification and fear mongering can only protect him for so long, should he go down the path of openly flaunting his possessive and cruel behaviour. So for all but a few, you’ll be a cookie cutter couple, so enamoured with each other that you sometimes need to be dragged out of the candy cotton bubble. 
Would love to have a big wedding with you, filled with foreign and local dignitaries. White doves, a several layered gourmet cake, a bouquet that almost makes the table break - he wants the full package. Any tears distorting your face paint can be dismissed as tears of joy or nervousness. You are just so shy, especially in front of all these people, and that is the excuse he’ll use to whisk you away and not let the public see you any more; exempting a few choice occasions. 
Alfred will expect you to give him a child soon, and so, will start pushing you to fulfil your marital duties soon enough. He won’t really care if you are unwilling, since duty comes before personal comfort, and the kingdom needs an heir to the throne more than it needs the wellbeing of a single woman. Though, if pleasure and need could go hand in hand, then he’ll be gentler with you, and more inclined to fulfil your desires. 
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How about some Arthur and reader selling themselves short? He likes them and wants them physically and they are beyond shocked about thatttttttt
Here is my response to that:
Arthur had been scrolling on his phone; he’d been ogling your IG page for the past hour to ensure you didn’t have a significant other. He couldn;t understand how you did not already have someone hanging off your firm capable shoulders, but he was glad that position was still vacant. You’d met in one of your courses on campus. You tended to never really speka up. You allowed your data sets, formulas, & analysis speak for itself.
Arthur admired you so. Anytime you spoke new wisdom was being spun into his ears. He couldn;t understand why you rushed over your words and hesitated when you spoke. Whenever it was your turn to share you findings Arthur was always eager to lend an ear.
He daydreamed what it would be like to spend a full 24-hours with you. Arthur wanted to take you on a Ferris Wheel then somehow end the night with you tangled up in his sheets…struggling to keep up with the rouge pirate deep within him. Your screams would feel his fiery vigor. Hands interlaced. Hair tangled. Hearts intertwined.
As he looked up from his phone and activated his bluetooth his green eyes were greeted by you trying on a new outfit 30ft away. Arthur admired the way the new jeans hugged your butt. His pointer finger aggressively rubbed the top of his thumb. It was mean to ward off the budding heat that hit him suddenly. His eyes drank the rest of your body in. Your curves, luscious hair, and cute face… were all things he could never get enough of. Arthur wanted to be able to hold your cheeks forever within his gloved hand. He adored how your face ttrnasformed into a bright shade of ruby.
It didn’t take you long to recognize that there was a familiar blonde gawking at you. Your face felt like it had to be set alight by a match after being drenched in gasoline.
‘What in the world?! What is he dong here?’
Before you could think of a plan to try and evade him you see him and approach you at lightning speed. Arthur was eager to be near you and plunge himself within your warmth. Your eyes wide and brain slowed to a crawl. You came face-to-face with those verdant far fire eyes that greeted your (eye color) ones.
“Good-day Y/N. Heading out to a party this weekend?”
You could feel his eyes greedily take in your body and its crevices. You wanted to melt inside the new coat you’d tried on as your eyes took refuge to the marble floor below. You began to panic over the reason of why he’d come over to chat in the first place. Had you stuttered too much when you spoke? Was their an error in your latest report? Had you accidentally….
A leather-gloved hand guides your head to meet with the British man again. They had a bright shimmer that seemed to put your nerves at ease.
“Y/N are you alright? Your face is extremely flushed, love.” His thumb rubbed at one of your internally red cheeks. “Are you sure you are? If you need my assistance, I can lend you some of mine.”
“Oooh! Yeah. Yeah! I’m fine, Arthur. I’m just tired and didn’t feel like returning to my apartment yet….” Your eyes evade him much more than what you would do while in class. It was difficult for you to have his gloved hand encase your face. You didn’t know what he would want with someone who was boring and uninteresting like you. Unconsciously you began to back away so you could break free of his grip.
“Work? Why don’t you come to my place you seem a little out of it?”
“I assure you I’m fine.” Your feet suddenly are no longer propping you up. You’d taken a tumble on a rouge hanger. Arthur, of course, broke your fall, and his hands planted themselves around your waist.
‘They feel way better than I imagined. It’s like they were crafted from soft marble.’
“If you are, then why are you so skittish, love?” Blunt and bold but trying to keep you at ease. However, you were frozen like fresh lava meeting the cool ocean waters: totally feeling the heat and engulfed by the smoldering smoke created by the closeness of the two of you. Your mind was too clouded to think of a coherent reply.
Excitement coursed through the British man's veins. Arthur loved having you bound by his arms. He was getting closer to you bit by bit. At first, it began with a passionate snog. It can be innocent on the couch and nothing more has to transpire but if you’re okay with going further he’d be okay with shagging the night away.
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My contribution to the @hws-anthology project it gets litty with 100 plus artists including @maplequeen94 and @hwsforeignrelations
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America's Master List
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The First of the new Master Lists for 2024! It still needs to have all of the newest works but some of them are on here already! Thanks for reading! There are so many of there crazy things their might be multiple for America XD jebus. But this is for you, like me, Alfred F. Jones simps, who need their content.
America and England with an S/O (Human AU)
Cardverse Senario
Cardverse Scenario: White Queen Taken from a Different Kingdom
Yandere America Cardverse
Yandere Demon America Headcannons
Demon Games: America
Spicy Yandere! Demon America  
Yandere Demon America w/Strong Escapee S/O 
Yandere Demon America with a Priestess S/O 
Yandere Demon America w/ a Yandere S/O 
Demon America w/ S/O that won his Bloody Money Game 
Demon America w/ Jealous S/O  
Demon America w/Stupid S/O that kept his coins  
Demon America w/Stupid S/O that kept his coins pt.2 (Spicy) 
Yandere Demon America w/ S/O who has awful parents  
Yandere Demon America w/ Demon Princess  
Yandere America x Reader (That has traits similar to Francis)  X Yandere France 
Yandere America with a Metal Head Darling with a Guitar
Yandere Mob Boss America 
Yandere Spain, Germany, America, North and South Italy with a wife who just found out that they're a mob boss
Yandere Demon America, England, Russia w/Ghost Reader  
Yandere Demon America w/ Smart human 
Yandere Demon America w/ Yandere Demoness S/O that captures him  
Yandere Demon America w/ Ancient Monster Darling 
Yandere Demon America w/ Angel Darling  
Birthday Drabble Demon America Club 27  
Yandere Demon America w/Dark Witch Darling 
Yandere Demon America: Family life with S/O
Yandere Demon America vs Demon Canada that love the same S/O 
Yandere Demon America & Russia w/ Supernatural Hunter Reader  
Yandere Demon America w/ Witch Darling pt.2  
Yandere Demon America x Right Hand Demon Darling  
Yandere America X Male Reader X Russia Captive  
Yandere Demon America x Dumbass reader 
Yandere Demon America claiming them for the first time after kidnapping  
Yandere Demon America x Dark Witch Darling p.3  
Yandere Demon America vs Demon Russia  
Yandere Demon America with Chaos Lord p.2
Yandere Demon Germany & Russia with a Chaos lord 
(I'm sure you're tired as hell from seeing the word 'Yandere' aren't you? America vs Russia as demons 
Yandere Demon America X Doomguy reader 
Yandere Demon America with a Succubus reader 
Yandere Demon America x Chaos Lord 
Yandere Demon America with an escapee human 
Demon America w/ Pervy Sage like S/O  
Yandere Demon America with a Heathen Goddess darling 
Yandere demon America with a Nephilim Darling 
Yandere Demon America and Japan with an Oni darling 
Demon King America with an experimental dragon darling 
Yandere America with Platonic Yandere Demonness 
Yandere Demon King America X Reader : Someone tries to assassinate you 
Yandere Demon America with a Half Human / Half Demon Darling 
Yandere Demon King America X Reader X Demon King Russia: Right-Hand Woman p.2 
Yandere Demon King America X Reader X Demon King Russia: Right Hand Woman P.3
Demon America with a Fem! S/O and a box of Chocolate
Yandere! Angel America & Germany in Luv with a demon 
America X Reader X Britain p.1  
America x Reader X Britain p.2 
America X Reader X Britain p.3 America Ending 
America x Reader X Britain p.4 England Ending  
Epilogue w/America  
Yandere Alpha 2p! America Headcannons 
Yandere America rejecting his Omega S/O only to realize that he misses them
What dog breeds that the Allies and the Axis are in the Omegaverse
Omega America Headcannons 
Yandere Alpha America and Germany w/ a darling that committed suicide 
Yandere Alpha America with an Alpha Darling 
Yandere Alpha America with an Alpha Darling p.2
Omega America tormenting his darling 
Differences between Yandere Alpha America and Yandere Omega America
The Emperor for Evil America 
The Sun, The Devil, Temperance, & Tower America, France, Romano, Spain, & Russia 
The World and High Priestess with the Allies 
Justice and the Devil 2p America
Club-27 pt. 2
The Longer Series (Or Lore within the stuff I write) I'm trying to work on: The Golden Nightingale, Peacekeepers (Omegaverse) and possibly Mating Season (Demon AU however that's likely to be more headcanons than storytelling)
Golden Nightingale Intro
Chapter 1: Tourmaline Daydream
Chapter 2: The Chaos
Mating Season
Yandere Demon Kings Lands 
Just more ramblings about how the Omegaverse AU is written 
Explanations on how you’re categorized in the Omegaverse 
Omega America on suppressants 
When two Alpha’s fight over an Omega 
How the capturing process works in the Omegaverse 
The successful Omega Rebellion hypothetical
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Hi there! I love your blog, could I please request what traits America and England would look in a potential s/o, and what kind of partner they are with them?
Thank you I'm glad you like my writing! :) Hope your Sunday is going smoothly.
I am going to be writing this from the viewpoint of the human AU, non-yandere and gender neutral. But more like real-life scenarios that are easy to conceptualize.
⭐️ Alfred ⭐️
He can handle many different people, but he prefers they all have a strong personality. You are confident, resilient, take responsibility, and things like that. He finds it endearing when he can go toe to toe with you like cracking jokes and making silly bets. It’s a fun push and pull between the two of you. It keeps the relationship fun. He will prank you on occasion, but it's harmless things like hiding whoopie cushions in random places so you can trigger them.
(He wouldn’t do dumb shit that tries to hurt your feelings, harms you, etc. He’s dumb, but not that kind of dumb.)
He enjoys having a fun date nite with his sweetheart, and to keep it interesting, he’s made a jar where you’ll pull out a paper that will tell you where you’ll have dinner and/or activity. Usually happens on a Friday because Fridays are fantastic.
Alfred loves doing Saturday morning classic cartoons or superhero movies with you while you eat some ungodly sugary cereal with more color than a rainbow.
He loves it when you sit in his lap whenever you watch Netflix, TV, Livestream, etc.
He struggles to express himself & confront issues in your relationship. He can be dismissive or ignore your feelings either because he doesn’t get it or he’s not so great at recognizing when he’s said or done something to offend you. You’ll have to have a talk with him about these things. Alfred will take those conversations to heart, but starting the conversation is the most challenging part.
The two of you enjoy “trying” to cook but fail miserably. You make something that is slightly palatable or stick to simple things like chili dogs, burgers, or the classic PB&J sandwich. On the days you really fuck up the food it’s time to throw in the towel and order take-out.
Alfred enjoys poking and squeezing your thighs or picking you up and holding you in the air randomly. When you’ve been away from him for a few days or an extended period of time he will charge at you like a bull to hug you.
“(Y/N) I’ve missed you, babe!!!!!”
Depending on how long you’ve been dating he will slowly let his guard down. Alfred will elaborate on his insiecurites about how he craves for people to like him. He will talk at length about the things he does in order to do that and how it takes a toll on him in his endeavors to maintain that.
Alfred loves holding your hand. It does not matter where you are sports games, movie theatre, dinner etc he loves the way your fingers intertwine with his.
Alfred will slowly bring your hand up to his lips and kiss the back of your hand gently.
🪄 Arthur 🪄
Way picker than Alfred when it comes to who he chooses to date. He tends to look for people who are empathetic and kind. He wants the opposite of himself since he's kinda stuck-up. It plays out in the relationship, but in general, it’s nothing severe. However, when he is being a dickhead, you will have to be able to match his energy and be like Alfred & LOUDLY call him out. Mans will instantly get the message when you do. However, he will be a moody mope for the next couple of days afterward. (It’s nothing that High Tea and a conversation can’t fix) You’ll have to give him some time to process it.
Arthur enjoys taking you out to fancy dinners all across London. Since he can’t cook himself, he’s got to salute your appetite by showing you he knows what good food tastes like. Just he doesn’t have the capabilities to replicate it. Or, on most nights, he will bring home take-away food.
Arthur takes you to the White Swan bar often so the two of you can have drinks & chat. It’s his way of being able to maintain closeness to you. He loves having quiet nights with you. Date nights tend to involve board games and watching a new episode of that show that both of you like, or on occasion; he can be spontaneous and be like, “Let's go to (insert country name that you’ve always wanted to visit) and have a fun excursion.
Weekly Wednesday high-tea is a thing for you. He does even plan out cute matching outfits for you to wear. These outfits tend to range from being decked out in lace or having a nice pressed pink suit. (Looks similar to the Barbie Day-to-Night Doll) or any other fancy outfit he can think of.
On the weekends, his favorite pastime is to lay in bed with you lazily until late into the morning. Of course, cuffing is his favorite thing to do right next to snogging.
Like Alfred, Arthur struggles to express himself to you or avoids conversations where he has to unpack the unsavory parts of his personality. It’s difficult for him since he’s the youngest of his 3 brothers. He has a chip on his shoulder because he has had to fight for attention, love, & adulation. Unlike Alfred, he has a level of self-awareness that stops him from saying horrendous things that could upset you or damage your relationship in such a way that you would consider ending it. Arthur is afraid to be alone, even if he won’t admit it.
Arthur will be eager to show you his hobbies, like his connection to the occult through his family. He may or may not ask you want to do an Ouija board session with him. If you tend to be one of the more adventurous types he may even want to do urban exploring with you because Arthur likes his spooky shit.
He dotes on you a lot like the perfect gentleman he’ll always open the door for you and pull out your seat. Arthur ensures that you always have a safe passage home, if not he’ll drive you there himself, especially if you’ve had a rough day and he’ll lend his ears to you. As he listens you begin to cry, Arthur will pause and pull over. As you continue on about your plight his right hand will comfort yours. His left holds your face and wipes away your tears.
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