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alfredosauce50 · 1 year

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 11

Wordcount: 4, 365 Rating: M for strong language and mature themes

The reader is referred to as she/her

One more night - 11

Off to the races

Mathias rolled his fists against a speed bag, getting it to bounce back and forth rhythmically. A sheen of sweat had glazed over his skin from head to toe, but he never faltered. He was finally back in the zone.

He also lost everything he gained, revealing his past triumphs. Bulging shoulders, a six-pack, and strong legs for a muscular body. He swung into the speed bag one last time, making it rock to and fro.

And he was just getting started.

“You’re in a good mood today,” You commented from the kitchen, sipping a warm cup of coffee. Everyone slept in on Sundays, Allen included, but he got up at nine to do nothing but scribble in his sketchbook.

“Am I?” He lifted his eyes to you, only to look down at his page again. “What gave it away?”

“You’re drawing.”

“I can’t channel my inner negativity sometimes?”

“I think we both know how you actually do that.”

“Okay, fine. You got me.” He mumbled, moving his pencil around for a few finishing touches. Once he was satisfied, he held up his drawing with a proud, toothy grin. “Look. It’s a fortress.”

“Wow,” You mouthed. A smiling stick figure with black shades stood on top of a castle, raining machine gunfire and grenades on the masses below. “And who’s that guarding the fortress?”

“Me.”

“What about all the people down here?”

“I think you know.” He put his sketchbook down.

Now that Mathias moved back home, Allen was the happiest he’d ever been. Even though they were on better terms, this was his home, and he had a very particular idea of what that looked like.

“You guys realize Hammy has been roaming outside his cage for a while.” Amy sauntered in with a squint.

Allen flew off the couch and scrambled into the hallway. With his spot vacant, she plopped down next to you and kicked her feet onto the coffee table. When he came back with his pet, he scowled.

“Hey, you stole my spot!”

“Didn’t see your name on it.”

“I was literally just there!” He stuck out a hand.

“Well, you weren’t for a second.” She hummed.

The three of you, just like old times.

“To think I used to complain about people bringing their babies to the theater,” Amy muttered, collecting her popcorn from the snack bar. She spun around to reveal Bob strapped to her torso. “Now I’m people.”

“And you’re seeing Captain America of all movies.”

“I must be crazy.”

“I mean,” You made a face. Amy was the one who suggested this, but now that she was here, she had to be persuaded. “It was either here or the gym. It’s not your fault Malena couldn’t take him tonight.”

“That’s not even the problem,” She sighed.

“Then what is?” You asked, confused.

“I don’t wanna leave Bob with anybody right now.” Amy hugged him close, face falling slightly.

She still had a hard time being away from her baby after that incident. She didn’t have a choice while working, but now that she was off-duty, keeping him around was always at the back of her mind.

“Then I guess we’ll have to get him used to these kinds of places.” You pulled her along, watching her expression closely. She let you, albeit reluctantly. “There’s a first time for everything, you know?”

“I guess,” She fixed his earmuffs. “Sorry, Bob.”

“When was the last time you went to see a movie anyway?” You asked, walking inside with her.

“Beats me.”

Two hours later, you both emerged from the theater.

“That was fucking amazing,” She let out, smiling from ear to ear. “Bob fell asleep halfway through!”

You and Amy swung by Whole Foods after.

“Do you think he’s gonna win?” She asked, watching you add several bananas to the shopping cart.

The question had been looming over your minds ever since Mathias brought it up. The WBC Continental Americas title. He and another heavyweight boxer would go toe to toe in the arena for that belt.

“It’s hard to say,” You shook your head, falling deep in thought. “This is his first shot at a real title.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m just relieved he didn’t give up.”

“Me too.” She furrowed her brows.

“Whatever happens, I’m really happy that he’s kinda himself again,” You added, smiling briefly. Because even after everything that happened, he didn’t quit. And that couldn’t be more fitting for who he was.

“Well, I’m glad he’s back.” Amy hummed, though her expression came off as more bittersweet than anything. Your face fell slightly when you picked up on it. “I wouldn’t be telling you this otherwise.”

“Telling me what?”

“That Mat told me,” She inhaled a deep breath before revealing what had been on her mind forever. “He wanted you to move out with him. And I just want you to know that I’m a hundred percent for it.”

“What?” Your heart sank. “He told you?”

“Ages ago, actually. I just never had the chance to bring it up. Didn’t wanna cause any more drama,” Amelia explained, pushing the cart along as she spoke. “What, with everything that went down?”

You turned away, eyes darting restlessly and mind racing with a million thoughts. This whole time?

“Allen would’ve gone nuts.” She widened her eyes.

It was no secret that he loved you dearly, going so far as to use you as an emotional crutch. To leave was to put him in a vulnerable headspace, but you couldn’t be there for him forever, not even if you wanted to.

“Not that he won’t freak out if you told him now, but he might not fly off the handle when you do.”

“But what about the apartment?” You asked, voice faint. Now that moving out was on the table, every doubt you’ve ever had flooded your mind in a rush of anxiety. “And what about Bob? I can’t just leave.”

“We’ll be fine,” Amy assured, holding your shoulder. It was a blanket statement at best, but how else were things supposed to be? “Allen will have to get a job someday. And Bob won’t be small forever.”

“But he’s only six months old.” You uttered.

“He can sit upright and eat scrambled eggs, now. That’s pretty big if you ask me.” She nudged you.

You laughed some, thankful for her lightheartedness.

“But, point is,” She went back to pushing her cart, as reflective of the continuation of the conversation. “You’ve already been there for the most crucial part of his life. And nine months before that too.”

“Of course I was, Amy. That’s a given.”

“What if it’s not supposed to be given?” She asked, much to your dismay. “You’ve already done so much for us, and I can’t just force you to stay forever. That would be the most selfish thing I could do to you.”

“Maybe,” You replied stiffly. Everything she just said was a stark reminder of what you told Allen once, and you always regretted it from the bottom of your heart. “But you aren’t forcing me to do anything.”

“Really?”

“I love living with you guys,” You let out, voice faint to hide the sadness in it. “You’re my best friend.”

Amy stood perfectly still, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. Then, she turned to you, eyes wide. When she saw that you were barely holding it together, she did something completely out of character.

She hugged you as tight as she could.

“I know.” She shut her eyes. “But you have to go.”

You hugged her back, lips pursed tightly in a frown. She knew what you really wanted, and would go to great lengths for you to have it. Even if it meant letting you go, the hardest thing she could ever do.

“Do you think Bob will remember me?”

“He will if you visit,” She released you with a content smile, knowing she managed to convince you. So, she took in your face for what felt like the last time. “So don’t go somewhere I can’t get to, okay?”

Getting Amelia on board with the idea was easy because she was already all for it. Allen, on the other hand, would be a completely different story. But you had to tell him someday, even if that wasn’t today.

You pushed the door open to the local boxing gym.

When you got inside, you saw Mathias doing mitt work with Allen. Their brewing friendship was the most unexpected development yet, and you had to cover your mouth to hide your enthusiasm.

They had more in common than they looked.

The sun was almost set when you three walked home together. Allen had his arms folded behind his head, his dark eyes staring into the distance. Mathias had your hand in his, which squeezed you here and there.

“So,” You began, breaking the comfortable silence with a query. “Are you two friends now?”

They both made a face, brows raised and squinting.

“I don’t think Allen would be comfortable with that.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Oh, alright.” You sighed, stifling a laugh at their synchronization. “I was just curious, is all.”

“Saying we’re friends would be putting him on the same level as you. And that’s gross.” Allen mumbled.

“There’s always distinctions you make with different friends you have,” You glanced at him and watched his expression intently, which didn’t seem to change. “Surely you have friends you’re close to, or not at all.”

“Not really,” He shrugged. “I mean, I used to.”

A brief silence followed, and you were left to put the pieces together. Mathias didn’t have any idea what he implied, but you knew better. He must’ve been talking about his pals from Afghanistan.

“It’s fine.” Allen grinned at you. “I have you guys.”

You didn’t say anything more, only bringing his arm down to hold it. He appreciated the gesture, the discreteness of it, and smiled warmly at you to prove it. You smiled back as if to tell him he was right.

He had you, Amy, and Bob.

Slowly, but surely, Mathias could make the cut too.

“You told Amy,” You began, staying in the doorway as he shuffled through his things in his bedroom. Allen waited outside in the front yard, giving you both a moment of privacy, however brief that may be.

Mathias stopped for a moment, back turned to you.

“Are you mad at me?” He murmured.

“No,” You neared him, gaze softening. He glanced over his shoulder, surprised. But that dissolved into relief as soon as you said this. “I’m actually glad you did. I don’t think I would’ve been able to tell her.”

“I’m glad,” He smiled, taking your hands.

You smiled back, warmed by his touch.

“She loves you more than you know.”

Out of the four of you, Mathias was the least afraid of change. It took a lot of faith to carry himself the way he did, and he did so naturally. Without him, you would’ve been stuck in the same place for years.

“So, what did she say?”

Allen kicked a pebble off the pavement. When he glanced up at the apartment again, he saw you two having a conversation. About what, he didn’t know. But he could make a judgement from afar.

The way Mathias looked at you, laughed, then picked you up in the tightest embrace had him wondering if this was the end of everything he knew. It was a huge jump from point a to b, but he wasn’t stupid.

He looked too happy for it to be anything else.

You did too, talking excitedly about something he wasn’t a part of, and never would be. When that dawned on Allen, he turned away, heart in his hand. That night, he walked home by himself.

Out on the balcony where he always was, he knelt over his plants and tended to them. Basil, thyme, sage, and parsley—all Summer herbs. He snipped off the stalks and harvested them for the coming Fall.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“I thought you were staying at his place.”

“If I was, I would’ve said that.” You stepped outside with him. When he didn’t respond, you instantly knew he was bent out of shape over something, but what, you didn’t know. “What is this really about?”

“Nothing,” He kept chopping his plants, but his movements grew less and less controlled as he continued. His front was already crumbling, and you just got here. “Everything’s just nice and peachy.”

“Okay, Al.” You relented, turning to the sliding door.

The sight of your back was all it took.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to.”

What remained of his hard exterior was all but gone. You broke him down all over again, and simply by letting him be. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not the distance, or the reality that he could never have you.

“Wait.” He stood up, sighing. “Don’t close that door.”

You stopped halfway through the door frame, your eyes softening at his change of heart. If he had something to tell you, you did too. And your concerns were realer than what he thought he saw out there.

“I wanna talk.”

Mathias knocked on the doorframe of his coach’s office. In his hand was the slip of paper he’d been itching to get for the past month. He handed it to his mentor, who scanned it before tossing it on his desk.

With that out of the way, the old man stood up and brushed past him in a slight hobble.

“Get your wraps. We’re gonna start with the basics.”

Allen stood with you on the balcony, his arms draped over the railing. He stared into the night as he tried to think of the words. After a few minutes of mulling it over, this was the best he could come up with.

“So, what, he propose to you or something?”

“No!” You shot him a heated look, watching his brows go up. “Is that what you were upset about?”

He pursed his lips, hands raised in denial. But seeing that you were unconvinced, he just sucked it up.

“Yeah.”

“Well, he didn’t propose, okay?”

“Then that’s all I wanted to know,” He grinned, voice rich with satisfaction. He went back to his usual self almost instantly, hopping back into the living room. “Now all I’m missing is a kiss for good measure.”

“A kiss?” You stifled a laugh.

“You know I’m only kidding.” He scraped the bottom of his flip-flops against the entry mat to clean them. When Allen faced you again, he leaned against the door frame. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

He might’ve said one thing, but the gentle smile on his face meant another. And since you couldn’t give him what he really wanted, you gave him the next best thing. You leaned forward and hugged him.

Allen’s arms went around you on instinct, like a reflex he didn’t need to think about. There, he nestled his chin on your head, closing his eyes in the embrace. Then, his smile grew out of a deep sense of peace.

Now this wasn’t so bad. He also got the assurances he needed, so why was he still so sad?

“Listen, Al.”

Mathias raised his gloved fists, bright red in color.

“I have something I need to tell you.”

With his head low and eyes up, he looked intensely focused as he jabbed the sandbag in front of him. Only they were nothing but light taps, hitting the same spot on the leather, over and over.

“Okay, then tell me.” Allen was a little unnerved that you even had to announce it. What he saw tonight, how he always felt around you, and your anxious demeanor only seemed to validate that fear.

“I’m moving out with Mat.” You finally let out.

“Oh.”

A few seconds of painstaking silence went by.

“When?”

Mathias tightened the strings of his hoodie until only his face was left uncovered. Now that Summer was ending, he could feel a cool breeze on his morning runs. The seasons were changing, and so was he.

“I don’t know, but probably sometime after his tournament. We haven’t decided on anything yet,” You answered truthfully, scanning his face for something, anything. But he gave you nothing.

“Does Amy know?”

Or so you thought.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I told her last week.”

“Right.” He looked down, eyes darkening. It was inconceivable that anybody could be so hurt over something so minor, but Allen wasn’t just anybody. “Why am I always the last one to know things?”

“I was gonna tell you, Al. I promise.” You spoke softly, taking his arms. “I just had to find the right time.”

“Why is it always Amy you go to when you know something will affect me most?” He rubbed his eyes with one hand, choking back a sob. “You guys are always keeping things from me and leaving me out!”

“We only do that because we don’t wanna hurt you!” You flushed, making him shake his head bitterly.

“You’re gonna hurt me anyway. So you might as well just say it.” Allen muttered, staring dead into your eyes as a single tear fell from his. His words were cutting, and the way he looked at you, even more so.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice broke. “I never mean to.”

He was right about being excluded, and he had all the right in the world to berate you for it. It was also selfish to expect him to react any different, especially when you’ve always known of his greatest fear.

Being isolated, physically or mentally.

“And you probably already knew that, too.” He shook his head again, turning away to get to your bedroom. But before he could lock himself in it, you grabbed onto his wrist. “You just didn’t wanna freak me out.”

“Of course I didn’t wanna freak you out,” You let out, tone desperate. “That’s the only reason why I have a hard time telling you about these things. Not because I don’t love you, or don’t feel close to you.”

“And how’s that turning out for you?” He faced you, eyes burning with truth. “I’ll find out anyway. I always do. Then I’ll find my own time to freak out. Because that’s just what I do. That’s what I’m the best at.”

Usually, he was the one making compromises in conversations, taking the fall for his faults.

“Losing my temper. Because I’m a fucking manic.”

“That’s not true!”

But right now, he was as quick as a whip.

And he was right about everything.

“It is, though. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here having this fucking conversation.” Allen glared, but his anger with you only lasted so long. “And since we’re here, you wanna know why I flipped out in the first place?”

“Why did you flip out, then?” You uttered.

“It’s not just because I have a thing for you, okay?” He exclaimed, chest heaving and face reddening.

“Then why?” You flushed, eyes darting restlessly.

“Because if you get married, you’re gonna go away.” Allen said shakily, voice faint with unbearable hurt. “You’re gonna go somewhere I can’t get to, get busy, have a few babies, and you won’t have time for me.”

Your face contorted.

“Then you’re gonna forget about me,”

It was unthinkable that you could ever cut him out of your life, but he was already treating it like reality.

“And I won’t be a part of your life anymore.”

“You’ll always be a part of my life, Allen.” You reached up to caress his face, currently streaked with tears. “Even if we won’t see each other as much, I’ll always be thinking of you. And I’d still call and visit you.”

“But that’s not good enough,” He choked.

“I won’t be far, I promise. I promised Amy that too.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“You have to learn be independent from me, Allen.”

He shook his head, breathing too hard to manage a verbal protest. You were asking way too much of him, even if it was just to live out partially separate lives. You were his rock, and he wasn’t ready to let you go.

“But you also have to trust me.”

A string was tied across the ring like a washing line. The gym was dark, save for the spotlight they stood under, coach and pupil. The pupil in question stood next to the line, his shoulder barely just grazing it.

Then, he ducked under it to the other side.

He repeated the motion, bobbing under the line from side to side. By bending down and moving quickly from left to right, he could dodge anything thrown at him. But the timing and range had to be perfect.

“I’m so jealous of Mathias,” He squeezed you, eyes shut tight as he whispered frantically into your neck. “He’s got everything going for him. When he wants something, he just gets it. I can’t do that.”

“I think we’ve all felt that way before,” You admitted, holding him closer. “He’s the best of all of us.”

Mathias rolled under a punch, dodging it like second nature. When he rose, he jabbed his opponent twice, getting them to back up. He was a speed demon, taking advantage of their mistakes on the fly.

With the newly-established distance, he threw his fist up for a killer uppercut. It collided with their jaw, throwing their head back in a splash of saliva. And just like that, his partner fell on the mat, defeated.

“But there’s something you have that he doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?” Allen murmured, pulling back.

“Mathias and I can fight, argue, or even break up one day, but not us,” You answered, frowning deeply. “And I know that sounds bad, but there’s nothing in the world that could change what we have.”

He smiled and bowed his head at what he’d already known, a truth he constantly needed reminding of. But you always knew the right thing to say. And for that, everything felt like it was going to be okay.

“You’ll always be my family.”

“Maybe that’s why I never tried anything,” Allen said. He’d been so hung up over what he could’ve had, he never realized this was what he really wanted all along. “Because I didn’t wanna ruin what we had.”

“And what did we have?” You smiled.

He gazed up at you, eyes twinkling.

“Something perfect.”

He was your best friend, and maybe a little more than that, but he made it a point to never cross that line. What you had with Allen was incorruptible, the kind of love people spent their entire lives looking for.

“Something pure.” He kissed you on the forehead, the most innocent kind of affection one could give. And you leaned in, basking in the warmth of his soft lips. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Allen stayed with you all night. With your body next to his, he never fell asleep so fast. This may only be for so long, but he couldn’t be upset about it forever. You were moving on, and he had to accept that.

“That makes seven rompers and five pairs of pants,”

You sorted through the baby clothes in the basket Mathias held. He insisted on tagging along with you to ‘help you hold things,’ but you had a sneaking suspicion he came for another spending spree.

“Anything else we need?”

“Uhhh,” He scanned the shopping list with a focused expression. “Four pajama outfits… And a tank top?”

“Oh. That’s for Allen,” You pointed at the bottom of the note. “See how the handwriting changes?”

“Oh,” Mathias mumbled. Now that you mentioned it. When he glanced up again, you were off to look for those items, so he did what he thought would be the next best thing: doing some browsing on his own.

When he approached you for your opinion, you were still in the baby section, picking out sleepers.

“What do you think?” He held two outfits in front of you and moved them up and down. “Blue or yellow?

“Those are for newborns, Mathias,” You answered, going back to the rack. “They’re not gonna fit Bob,”

“I know they’re for newborns.”

“If I say ‘blue’ and see the blue one in your dresser, I’m seriously gonna murder you,” You sighed, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. And frankly speaking, you were a little nervous.

“Okaaay. Does that mean you’ll spare me if I buy the yellow one?” He hummed with growing smile.

“Mat,” You shot him a heated look, embarrassed out of your wits. “The bear was cute, but this is crazy.”

“But these are cute too!”

“No, I meant you,” You sighed, stifling a defeated laugh at his outburst. “We haven’t even moved out and you’re already thinking that far ahead. Imagine what Allen would do to you if I ever got pregnant.”

“You don’t have to wait for his approval, you know?” Mathias grumbled, putting both outfits back, blue and yellow. “I know he’s close to you, but what we do is none of his business. So he should stay out of it.”

“Still,” You shook your head. “You’re going too fast.”

“I know, I know. I just got excited,” He sighed, noting how worried you looked. And it was a fair reaction given the kind of person he was. Tenacious, self-indulgent, and apparently, family-oriented.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t already learn his lesson. So he stopped you in the aisle, hands on your shoulders. “I’m not rushing you into anything. Especially not something this important, okay?”

“Good,” You softened your gaze, peering up at him. “Because I don’t wanna fight with you anymore.”

If anything, he’d save this for after the tournament.

“I wouldn’t wanna fight me either.”

You were about to give him an earful for being so unserious, but you let it slide this time. After overcoming a roadblock and months of preparation, he was finally in shape for his biggest match yet.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” He grinned. “But I’m ready.”

Next chapter: Coming soon

Tag-list: @sunnysssol @chicha027 @javelintine @sport-lova @archive-of-bones

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yanwriter-archive · 2 years

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Update on blog and Upcoming Works

Hello! It’s been a very long time! I won’t bore you with details, but I will say that I’m back! I have a few things I am working on, so my requests are closed for now, but over half of my requests were deleted by accident! So once I open them up, feel free to request something you may have requested before!

- Yanwriter

Upcoming works (No particular order)

1p Russia, 1p Germany, 2p Russia, and 2p Germany trying to convince the boss of Fem! Reader country to get married

2p France, 2p America, 2p Canada, and 2p England with a s/o that is emotionally sensitive

2p Russia and 2p China with a s/o who is emotionally sensitive

Yandere Nyo!Belarus General headcanons

Yandere Netherlands

Yandere Viking Sweden

A yandere Denmark Fic (I’m so excited for this!!)

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fireandiceland · 9 months

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WIP Tag Game

was tagged by @koolkat9 and @the-heaminator and I'm late as per usual <3

Rules: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

so the thing is I don't usually have a title for a work until like 2 minutes before I hit the post button on ao3 and tumblr drabbles don't get titles at all. rip. but I will list them by ship/trope/cw (yes it's all nfsw, no I'm not sorry)

endless trust AU/working title: Good boy. (nyo America x England, petplay/age regression)

Chapter 1: Not like it used to be Chapter 2: First time Chapter 3: Introduction to a certain lifestyle

untitled America x reader x Canada (exactly what it says, not giving away too much for this one as it is both a request & gift for a friend)

Green. (DenNorBela ice play from an almost 2 year old request)

untitled prison AU scene (CanRus, semi-public as you'd expect for this AU)

Untitled Frying Pangle Threesome (At this point I'm keeping the title. Exactly what it says.)

untitled ScotEng fic (vent fic that I only ever work on when a specific mood hits. kinda highschool AU, feat. Alfred as Arthur's asshole ex-boyfriend)

UKUS push-ups (my own attempt on a prompt I sent to a friend. hard dom/sub dynamics)

WalesEng ABO (this is pure filth)

Edit: I forgot this one from my tumblr drafts!

Working title: Love yourself

(uwu femboy bottom England x 2012 suave ‘gentleman’ top England)

I've already seen a couple of people do this so idk how was/wasn't tagged to do this 👀 everyone is welcome to join as my beloved guest here.

#tag game #riva.txt

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toastermoth · 4 months

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Hetalia Masterlist

Germany:

N. Italy:

S. Italy:

Japan:

America:

China:

Britain:

France:

Russia:

Finalnd:

Sweden:

Norway:

Denmark:

Iceland:

Lithuania:

Estonia:

Latvia:

Austria:

Switzerland:

Prussia:

Hong Kong:

Netherlands:

Luxembourg:

Luxembourg x M!Reader gen HCS

Poland:

Romania:

Slovakia:

Greece:

Spain:

Turkey:

Korea:

Egypt:

Cameroon:

New zealand:

Cuba:

Canada:

FAMILIAL/PLATONIC:

Chibitalia:

Lichtenstein:

Wy:

Sealand:

Ladonia:

Seychelles:

Taiwan:

Indonesia:

Thailand:

Cyprus:

Ukraine:

Belarus:

Moldova:

Hungary:

Czechia:

Belgium:

England's brothers:

Nyos:

#hetalia x gn reader #hetalia x male reader #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia #help this is too much typing #please send hep my fingers hurt-

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onceuponablogging · 2 years

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꧁ Masterlist ꧂

— @crimson-kisses

|| Warning: Proceed with caution, this content will contain sensitive or triggering topics. Prioritize your well-being while engaging with the content and seek support if needed. Respect your boundaries and emotional resilience. ||

~ 🌻🐝✨

America & Nyo!America sharing a darling.

Germany & Nyo!Germany sharing a darling.

Prussia & Germany x reader Yandere for someone else.

Platonic Yandere Germanics & Hungary + Liechtenstein x an autistic darling with a dark twist.

Poly nyolietpol with a darling who rejects their confession.

2p!Italy & 2p!nyo!Italy sharing a darling || England & nyoEngland sharing a darling.

Specific headcannons:

Yandere Allies x Goddess of nature/healing! reader {headcannons & drabbles}

Yandere Axis x Goddess of nature/healing! reader {headcannons & drabbles}

Yandere Spain/Ukraine/Belarus/Belgium/Monaco x goddess of nature/healing! reader. {headcannons}

Yandere gods/goddesses Canada poly x short! reader {headcannons}

Germanic family + Hungary x reader & her sisters: family feud. {headcannons}

Yandere details about Prussia {thoughts}

Yandere Allies & axis x goddess of love/lust/desire! reader {thoughts}

reader gets pent up and gets caught by their captors {thoughts}

One shots

Breaking point - Germany x reader

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fireandspiceland · 1 year

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Hi, very shy anon here who has had this NSFW headcanon about the NA bros for a LONG time now but has been very embarrassed to share it until now because I just have to get it out.

I always got the feeling that APH America and Canada have a major mommy kink, especially they LOVE someone with big titties they can just suck on to their heart’s desire (bonus points if those titties are lactating cuz of course they’d have a lactation kink too).

Alfred would definitely be more rough when he sucks and you’d have to remind him to not be so hard when he bites down on your nipples.

Matthew would be the sweet baby boy who would treat your titties with love and care and be as gentle as possible.

Okay, I need to go chug some holy water now.

Aww don't be shy! There's nothing you have to be embarressed about. I have a similar headcanon actually tho I tend to give america more of the mommy kink in general and canada more of the tit fixation because *cough cough* ruscan <3 and both Ivan and Anya have the strong tits gene.. you can find at little bit of canada sucking on nyo russias tits here btw :)

I agree that alfred is definitely the rougher one out of the two and matthew is more into savouring the moment, but both is good isn't it? Alfred can be reprimanded and his head yanked back and you know he's just into that as well and Matthew probably enjoys it when you beg him to go at it harder. I love how the last part of your ask sounded like some x reader stuff btw. I might use that for inspiration I hope you don't mind.

#aph america #aph canada #hws america #hws canada #hetalia #wfsn #riva.ask

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guns-in-the-desert · 3 years

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These are the desserts my ✨FAVORITE✨ Nyo!talia characters Pussies remind me of because I haven’t posted consistently in while and I need some sort of filler in between main posts

Don’t ask, I don’t have a response, here’s a post that no one asked for

Nsfw under the cut

Nyo!Germany-

A cupcake, a really light&fluffy cupcake, vanilla flavored with strawberry swirls and whipped cream frosting with a cherry on top, it’s moist and delicious, not mention extremely aesthetically pleasing.

Nyo!Prussia-

A carrot cake, well seasoned, but I’m a little confused, taste good, spicy(?), kinda dry, but super sensitive, ngl this one was hard

Nyo!Romano-

Cold stone sweet cream ice cream, ABSOLUTELY THE TASTIEST THING MAYBE EVER, with an amazing texture and sweet rich taste that could make a grown man cry

Nyo!Veneziano-

Strawberry pie, sweet put kinda tart, I wanna say crispy, but that’s definitely not the right word. I don’t know what word I’m looking for, but if someone thinks of it, tell me in the comments.

Nyo!America-

Y’all saw this coming, but she’s your classic homemade apple pie. Warm and soft looks pretty good, is kinda messy, but everyone seems to love it for a reason

Nyo!Greece-

Cherry Garcia ben & Jerry’s has the perfect balance of creamy and refreshing. Addictive, I could easily eat a gallon of it in 15 minutes tops (not me lmao)

I hope you guys enjoy whatever this is, I’m ngl, I missed doing fun stuff like this, which is why haven’t been posting as much, because I feel like nobody wants to read it, and I get writers block because my mind gets backed up with this none sense. So there’s gonna be more filler post like this, for my sanity, and hopefully it will my main writing on track.

#hetalia smut #nyo prussia x reader #nyo romano #nyo prussia #nyo germany #nyo america #nyotalia #nyo Greece #aph #aph headcanons #hetalia x reader #hetalia headcanons

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buttmano · 3 years

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Nyo America with Extremely Dom s/o

I love her ❤️❤️

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Dom/Sub || Characters: Nyo America//Amelia Jones, Reader

AMELIA SUB FOR ME CHALLENGE

pillow princess but also a brat

Deny her orgasm and she'll whine like a little bitch she truly is

Speaking of which, you're going to have to tame this brat

She will purposely do the opposite of what you want her to do just to get on your nerves

Spank her, cane her, tie her up, or drop wax on her, she's going to be SOAKING wet and a moaning, whimpering mess

Still on the brat topic, if you don't want to listen to her cocky mouth, you're going to have to gag her

She'll tease you and chide you even if she's the one tied up

Or, honestly, just shove a cock in her mouth and that'll shut her up

She also lowkey has a praise kink so even if you're degrading her, throw a dash of praise in there and she'll be cumming in no time

"You're taking it so well, you dirty little slut."

After any scene she's adamant she can take care of herself but in reality she's going to need some help hobbling to the bathroom, especially if you caned her

So, best idea would be to stay dom just a bit longer and force your sweet, loving aftercare on her

#hetalia #aph #axis powers hetalia #hetalia axis powers #axis powers ヘタリア #x reader #reader insert #aph nyo america #hws nyo america #amelia jones #smut #hetalia smut #sinful sunday

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alfredosauce50 · 1 year

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One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 10

Wordcount: 2, 794 Rating: M for strong language The reader is referred to as she/her.

One more night - 10

Thunderstruck

“Not really. Why?” Mathias frowned.

Yet, his activewear answered almost every question he had—sweatpants and tank top, ready to go.

“If you’re looking for her, she just left.”

“I wasn’t looking for her,” Allen took a swig from his shaker. Then, he brushed past him, walking into his apartment. Without asking, he went straight to his pantry for snacks. “You think I’d know her schedule like the back of my hand. I was looking for you.”

“Why?”

“Always with the questions. But to be fair, I’d ask myself the same thing,” He turned to the Dane, who stared at him with the most unabashed confusion. “You know what you’re doing for the tournament?”

“I’m probably still signing up,” Mathias walked to his plate of eggs. He couldn’t understand what Allen was getting at, and he didn’t want to. But perhaps, his attitude was symbolic of what he already knew.

“Probably?”

“Yeah. Why are you asking?”

“I just wanted to know,” The ex-marine raised his brows. “Like if you’re really pulling out.”

“I’d never actually do that. I was just saying that to not get her hopes up,” The boxer wiped his nose with the ball of his hand, not sparing him so little as a glance as he ate. “I’m not winning this thing.”

“So you’re giving up.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You basically did. And you basically are. It’s in your attitude.” Allen murmured, watching him prod at his eggs silently. As the pause stretched on, a frown deepened at the blonde’s expression. “Like I said.”

“No offense, but why do you care?” Mathias finally looked up, annoyance pricking at his voice.

“Because it’s my fault you ended up like this.”

“Okay? And are you trying to help me or something?” He scoffed, baffled by the idea. It was only when he factored self-absolution into this did anything remotely make sense. “I thought you hated me.”

“I’m not saying I don’t. I still do,” Allen grimaced, laughing out of his nose. “Ever since you came along, everything’s changed. Amy doesn’t rely on me as much as she used to, and I keep fighting with (F/N).”

There were only a million more reasons why they didn’t get along. They challenged each other just by existing—a protective, diehard brother versus an overzealous boyfriend who liked new horizons.

“But if I have to see you fuck this up, that’s on me.”

And yet, Allen was willing to put aside their differences for his boxing tournament.

“Then what do you suggest I do?” Mathias gave him a side-eye. Their partial reconciliation didn’t solve anything, not his damaged ribs, not his lackluster motivation, nor how close the deadline was.

“I can think of a few things,” Allen filled up a shaker from his pantry and made another pre-workout. “Low-intensity cardio, boxing, lifting, you name it. Anything you can handle and we’ll work our way up.”

Tossing it to the boxer, who caught it with no trouble, he headed out only to come back moments later.

“What are you standing around looking stupid for?”

“I still don’t get it.” Mathias frowned.

“Get what?”

“Why you wanna help me so much.”

“My regret not good enough for you?”

When Allen saw the other’s blank face, he was driven to do the unthinkable. Bending down to lift his left pant leg, he revealed that there hadn’t been a leg at all, only a metal prosthetic just below the knee.

Mathias was shocked silent, but there was nothing he could say to him. The ex-marine was the last person to want anybody’s sympathy, let alone his.

“I figured you’d notice sooner or later. Got this back in 2011. Stepped on something I shouldn’t have.” Allen said, fixing his pants. “Lost my job, our income, and I couldn’t walk for months. But I had help.”

The only thing he could do was listen quietly out of respect, and he did, watching those dark red eyes burn with a faith that could put any religion to shame. Little did he know, that faith was in him.

“I don’t know how you do it, being so motivated all the time, but don’t stop now.” Allen pointed at him.

Mathias felt the strongest rush of emotions. Shame, sadness, and even a stroke of determination. Allen did what felt impossible to him, and to be believed in the same way reignited a spark he thought he lost.

“If a sad piece of shit like me can survive that, you can get through this. I just know it.”

You and Amy went to PetSmart a few hours before closing. Allen was insistent about taking Bob for the day, so it was just you two. After collecting your online order, you both marveled at the trunk.

It was filled with miscellaneous hamster necessities: a spacious cage, a huge block of wooden shavings, a packet of food pellets, chews, toys, and hideouts. Now that it was all put in perspective, getting a new pet was still a big ask, no matter how small.

“The things I do for my brother,” Amy grumbled, shutting the trunk before walking back to the store.

“If you keep doing it, there must be a reason.”

“It’s only because I feel sorry for him.”

“I don’t think he’d be very happy hearing that,” You laughed, not that you disagreed with that sentiment. “But hey, if being nice to him bothers you that much, you should make it two months instead of one.”

“I just might.” She stifled a smile, but it broke out across her face anyway. Two months without a car was inhumane for the employed, but not for Allen. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere. And if he is, he’s not above catching the bus like everyone else.”

“You can be kinda evil sometimes.”

“Hey, was it me or you who suggested that?”

You and Amy huddled in front of the Syrian hamster cages to watch them scramble around or run on the wheel. One had a black coat, another orange, and the last had golden brown fur with a white underbelly.

“So, which one should we get?” You asked.

Once the cage was set up in the hallway, Amy gently placed a box inside. Out crawled a golden hamster. The little thing went straight for the food dish, stuffing seeds into its mouth until its cheeks blew up.

“Think he’s gonna like him?” She whispered.

Mathias dipped his hands into a bowl of chalk. After rubbing it all over his palms and fingers, he clapped a few times to get rid of the excess. It dispersed in white, powdery clouds, and he was ready for his lift.

He leaned down to reach the bar on the ground.

Allen drank from his shaker and watched him deadlift five-hundred pounds. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t impressive--this wasn’t even his personal record, even. But to fail this meant a huge step back.

When Mathias got the bar up to his thighs, his body gave a shake and he vomited straight onto the floor.

“Oh, shit.” Allen raised his brows. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah--” The Dane spluttered. “--it happens.”

He lowered the bar to the ground, causing the plates to clink. He straightened up and wiped his mouth, wincing from the lingering putrid taste. His nausea came in a flash, but resolved itself just as fast.

“I don’t think this is supposed to be a regular thing,” Allen told him with a cautionary tone. It was a shame to see him in such terrible condition, and even more so to tell him this. “Maybe you should go lighter.”

Mathias fell deep into thought, not fond of the idea.

“I’m gonna get a mop.”

“Good idea.”

When he returned, he was rolling a bucket over.

“Please don’t tell (F/N).”

“Wasn’t gonna.”

They both came home an hour later.

When Allen walked in, you were on the floor cutting diamonds in a toilet paper roll and Amy was playing with the newest house pet. It turned out to be much friendlier than expected, sitting calmly in her hand.

“No fucking way.”

Your heads shot to the voice, freezing comedically like statues after being caught in the act. Only the hamster kept moving, alerted by the disturbance that was Allen’s uncontainable excitement.

“You guys got a hamster?!” He whisper-shouted. Dropping his bag with a clunk, he didn’t hesitate to scurry over with both his hands out. And the look on his face practically lit up the room. “Can I hold him?”

“How do you know it’s a boy?” Amy let it crawl onto his hand before leaning back with a contented smile.

“You see its balls?” Allen lifted the hamster as it turned around on his palm. “Kinda hard to miss.”

“Hm.” She nodded, pursing her lips.

“Fuck, he’s so cute I wanna put him in my mouth.” He sighed, moving it up to his head. Before he could get around to it, you leaned forward and lowered his hand. Amy just laughed without lifting a finger.

“So, whose idea was it to get a hammy?” He asked.

“It was Amy’s idea, actually.”

“No,” She shot you a look. “It was our idea.”

“Okay, okay, fine. Amy suggested it and I went along with it. We split everything half and half.”

“Really?” Allen turned to her, gaze softening.

“Alright, you got me.”

“Thanks, Ames.”

“Don’t get used to it. You’re still banned from driving for a month.” She pointed at him sternly.

“Then what if Mathias was in the car with me?”

The man in question was stuffing his face in the kitchen, too hungry to pay attention to the gathering on the floor. But when his name was mentioned, he froze with half a sandwich sticking out of his mouth.

“I’ll make an exception.”

Allen was out on the balcony smoking again. When the glass door slid open, he glanced over, though he already knew who it was. Nobody else joined him. Even then, seeing you always felt like the first time.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” You came over to rest your arms on the railing. When he didn’t say anything, only staring out into the night, you peered at him with a growing smile. “Mat told me you got him to go to the gym today.”

“I did.”

“And you’re not wearing sweatpants.”

“Am I not allowed to wear shorts?” He hummed.

“You haven’t worn shorts all Summer.” You answered, watching his grin fall away. You reflected it with a sad smile of your own, your words just as bittersweet. “And he told me some other things too. So I just wanted to say I’m really proud of you, Allen.”

“Just that, huh?” He tossed the cigarette over the edge, facing you with his entire body. When it was your turn to give him the silent treatment, he didn’t have any of it. “Anything else you wanna tell me?”

“You guys didn’t do the laundry.”

“Okay.” He laughed, keeping his gentle smile as he spoke to you. “Anything else related to us?”

“I have a lot. But I’ll leave it for now--it’s getting late.”

“I could listen to you all night, doll.”

At the sound of that endearing nickname, you closed your eyes and wrapped yourself around him. There used to be days when you did exactly that, talking his ear off in bed. Single-sized or not, it never felt too small when you shared it with him. Allen closed his eyes too, having the same memories cross his mind.

“I know you don’t like Mathias, but I’m really grateful you’re doing this for him.” You squeezed him tighter.

“Learned from the best,” He nestled his chin on your head. His arms went around your waist in a loving embrace, and you both stayed that way for a good while. “You helped me, so I’m paying it forward.”

After putting some quarters into the washing machine, you got started with your first load. Mathias was there with you, so you had no problem dozing off on his shoulder while the clothes spun.

“Don’t fall asleep yet. You still have to help me fold the laundry,” He nudged you with his eyes closed.

“That’s just the pot calling the kettle black.”

“That’s just what?”

“Means you’re being hypocritical.” You murmured, inhaling a deep breath. “You always fall asleep here.”

“When have I fallen asleep in the laundromat?”

“Lots of times.”

“I have not!”

“Please. The first time I saw you, you were nodding away on that counter right over there,” You laughed, watching his face warp with confusion, realization, then embarrassment. “And you were drooling, too.”

“I don’t drool.” He mumbled.

“Say that to the pillowcases in the wash right now,” You smiled, darting your eyes over his flushed face.

When you first started dating him, he always had bruised cheeks, busted lips, and was sometimes just swollen in general. But you were patient, and Mathias ended up being more handsome than you expected.

“You also had a black eye.”

“What did you think of me back then?”

“To be honest,” You paused briefly to think of the words. “I thought you were just some local idiot.”

“Oh.”

“But I was wrong. You weren’t very local at all.”

“Hey!”

“You’re smarter than you look, Mat. Way smarter.” You chuckled, reaching up to his face as you added this with the sincerest gaze. “And you’re just about the sweetest guy I know, only second to Allen.”

“You really think that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You asked, voice faint and even a little hurt. It was unthinkable to suggest otherwise, that Mathias wasn’t kind. “You are sweet. You can just be a little stubborn about what you want.”

“Just a little?” He smiled.

“Okay, very. But that still doesn’t change my point.” You defended firmly. “Amelia has made some mistakes, but she’s still the smartest. And Allen’s only so destructive because he’s protective of us.”

When your expression suddenly changed, going from admiration to a harrowing sadness, he took your hands to stabilize them. But even his strong grip couldn’t stop you from going over the edge.

“They also trust me more than anything, even if I betray that. So I think you’re good, Mat.” You smiled. “All you ever wanted was for us to live together, and you were willing to give us so much for it to happen.”

“Of course I was.” He closed his eyes and frowned, exasperated that he even had to say it.

“But we just can’t take from you like that.”

“Why?” He asked again.

“Because making money is hard,” You squeezed his hands. “And you worked really hard for yours.”

“And you didn’t?”

“I did. It’s just not enough, so I’ll have to work harder. We’ll get there someday. I promise, Mat.”

“You make me wanna cry sometimes,” He uttered. His chest ached the hardest it ever had, and his face warped with sadness. “You’re always looking after other people, but you won’t let me look after you.”

Mathias got up at the crack of dawn.

Without waking you up, he got dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. Before he left the bedroom, he kissed you on the forehead. His warm lips lingered on your skin as these thoughts ran through his mind.

You’d be happy to know he was himself again.

But not the reason why.

As the sun peaked over the horizon, casting a warm orange haze over the town, he left the apartment to start his eight-mile run. He would go from this suburb to the next, then back to this one again.

His chest heaved from deep pants as he stared into the distance. Sweat hung off his chin, and every jog he made caused it to drip onto his shirt. His lungs were burning to the point of it showing on his face.

Winning this tournament was the only way he could go further in life, and for you to start yours.

Maybe this was him going in circles with you again, chasing you in a way you didn’t want him to. But he couldn’t have it any other way. He wanted you to accept everything he had to give to you.

The first person to witness this development was none other than whoever woke up next.

As one of the main caretakers, his body clock had changed to accommodate Bob’s. He snapped awake at six-thirty on the dot, and sure enough, his nephew was already wriggling in his crib, waiting to be fed.

As he nursed him by the window, eyes narrowed in a tired squint, he barely managed to catch someone zoom past on the quiet street. It was Mathias, and he just sprinted down the block without stopping.

“I’ll be damned.” Allen muttered. “He’s back.”

Next chapter: Off to the races

Tag-list: @sunnysssol @chicha027 @javelintine @bigballz47

#one more night #omn #boxer au #boxer denmark #aph denmark #alfredosauce50 #denmark x reader #hetalia x reader #hetalia fanfiction #HETALIA FANFIC #Axis powers ヘタリア #hetalia #2p america #nyo 2p america #2p! america #update

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basement-writings · 3 years

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Gosh I love writing for the fem nations- can’t you tell I’m a fat lesbian-

Nyo AmeRusChi being Put in a bubble by magical!Reader

Nyo!America

Amelia would try to say kind words to her s/o to try and make it seem like a good idea to let her out.

Fair warning, all she’s thinking about is what punishments she’ll give you once she is free from the bubble.

She’ll use pet names (calling you honey, and sugar) all with the sweetest smile on her face as she persuades you to let her go.

Amelia is a great actor so she will relax herself and seem calmed down, up until you free her from her bubble prison.

She’ll most likely give a call to Alice to see if she could posible remove your magic.

~~~

Nyo!Russia

Will oddly be calm and collected, asking so sweetly to be released. It’s hard to say no to her when she literally looks so sad in that bubble.

She’s feeling mixed emotions right now.

One half of her wants to desperately be with you again;

and the other half wants to severely punish you for doing this to her.

She’ll mostly be staring at you the entire time as the ponders what to do once she is released.

~~~

Nyo!China

One word: screaming

She’ll scream and hollar at you, calling you disrespectful and dishonorable for doing this to an old nation like her.

She’ll throw the biggest fit out of the three at first, but than she shimmers down and starts blackmailing you to let her out in a low and collected.

She’ll say that she’ll be a lot nicer on your punishment if you let her out and will pull out some blackmail she has on you, and use it to her advantage.

If your in a relationship with her you’re most likely be in debt to her in one way or another and if you continue to not let her out she will start calling names. What, you expect her to not have her phone on her?

She’ll get out one way or another.

~~~

#yandere hetalia #yandere hetalia x reader #Tw Yandere #Nyo China #Nyo America #Nyo Russia #Yandere Nyo America #Yandere Nyo Russia #Yandere Nyo China #Yandere Nyo Russia x reader #Yandere Nyo America x reader #Yandere Nyo China x reader #aph nyo china #aph nyo america #Aph Nyo America #yandere aph

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auroracalisto · 4 years

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pissy proposal

ALSO POSTED IN A COLLECTION HERE

Summary: Emily’s worried that you’re going to leave her. You make sure she knows that she’s the only one for you.

Notes: female reader. female relationship. also, does anyone know who this picture belongs to? i want to give proper credit but i do not remember where i got it.

Emily kept her eyes on you.

You knew she was pissed.

The look she gave you spoke more than a thousand words.

You looked towards your friends and gave them a soft smile. “I’ll have to catch up with you guys later. It was good seeing you,” you picked up your purse and the shopping bag you had with you before you left them sitting there. You had gone out with some of your friends from college and you had even told Emily. But, from what you could tell, Emily wasn’t happy—that and, she was totally stalking you from the looks of it.

You sighed softly and made your way over to where Emily was sitting with her arms crossed over her chest. You momentarily swore she had tears in her eyes.

This worried you. You sat down beside Emily and sat your purse and bag down. “Em?”

“I’m sure it’s fucking nice having such a good time—why can’t you smile at me like that? Why do you touch them like that? Are you fucking cheating on me?”

“Em,” you watched her in disbelief. You knew she got jealous, but this was something more.

“No. Let me finish. Do you like that bitch you were flirting with? Why was she blushing like that—”

“Em—”

“[Your name], are you happy with me?”

Your eyes widened and it took you a second to register her insecurities. “Will you let me explain?” you softly spoke, gently taking her hands in yours. Her eyes didn’t meet yours but she nodded. “I, uh, I was telling them about a plan I had. They were happy because it would mean they could see me again in a couple of months—”

Emily scoffed, trying to pull her hands away. You didn’t let her.

“I wasn’t flirting with her. I was—I was practicing asking her something that I really wanted to ask you.”

Emily finally looked at you, her tanned skin having visible tear stains. You frowned. She never cried in public. This must have really upset her.

“I—you know what,” you mumbled, reaching into the bag and pulling out a small, black velvet box after a minute.

Emily’s eyes widened, sucking in a breath. “[Your name]—”

“I should have just talked to you,” you said, looking up at her. “I’m sorry I didn’t. But—but I wanted this to be perfect. Guess that won’t happen, but—”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

You blushed rather darkly but gave a small nod. “Yes. I am.”

Emily began to blush and her once sad demeanor diminished. “Yes,” she quickly said, a smile forming on her lips. “I will.”

You grinned and opened the box to put the ring on her finger, but before you could, she pressed her lips against yours and hugged you tightly.

#emily f jones #emily f jones x reader #2p nyotalia #2p hetalia #hetalia #hetalia x reader #2p nyo america #2p nyo america x reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #proposal

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foreverconfused-foreverlost · 6 years

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1) America x Y/N (Gender Neutral Y/N)

2) Nyo America x Y/N (Gender Neutral Y/N)

3) 2p America x Y/N (Gender Neutral Y/N)

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imaginehetalia · 7 years

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They React To S/O Returning From Service (Nyo!FACE)

(Requested by Anonymous).

Mild angst.

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Nyo!America: Amelia, at first, was excited for her partner to be serving in the military. She was so glad that her partner could really be a hero, a real hero! You were always super in her eyes. Though, as days prolonged into weeks, weeks into months, she grew lonely. She tried telling herself that you were okay and would be returning.

Though, one certain Fourth of July, there’s a knock on her front door. She sighs a bit, pausing her Captain America movie as she stands up to go and answer it. She assumes it’s just her fellow countries coming over to celebrate her birthday, but what she sees is completely different. It’s you, her beloved partner, wearing (favorite superhero)’s outfit. Her blue eyes widen as she glances at you in shock.

“Y/N!” Amelia cries out loudly, tackling you in a hug. You give a soft laugh, gently hugging her back, your arms wrapping around your waist.

“Happy birthday, my heroine. I’ve missed you so much,” you murmur to your beloved Amelia, gently pecking her on the lips.

Nyo!Canada: You were very hesitant about leaving Madeline on her own. You trusted her fully, but you were worried something could happen. What if someone broke into the house while you were gone, what if she was hurt and needed help? You thought of the what-if scenarios until Madeline piped up and said, “what if I’m completely fine the whole time and I’ll be lovingly supporting you wherever you go?” You had smiled that day and went along with it, nodding your head and agreeing. So, you’d went off and served your country, as happy and proud as you could be. But, Madeline was extremely lonely. She missed you very much and just wanted you to come home.

One day she’s been out grocery shopping, only to come back to a wonderful smell filling her shared home. She grows worried, thinking someone has broken in. She gently sets her groceries down, her eyes wide in fright as she walks in. Though, she sees the dinner table set up with a nice cloth, pancakes draped with maple syrup on two plates. “Hello?” She calls out quietly in fright, her nerves acting up in fright as she thinks for sure this is a prank.

Though, you appraoch behind Madeline, gently wrapping your arms around her waist. “Hello, my love. I hope I didn’t frighten you. I was planning on this being a surprise,” you chuckle out softly, only to hear a loud gasp from the Canadian girl.

“Oh! Y/N! I’ve missed you so much!” Madeline squeaks out, turning and hugging you tightly, hiding her face in your shoulder. She didn’t let go, her grip tight.

You give a small smile, gently rubbing her back. “I missed you too, Madeline. I promise, I’ll always be with you.”

Nyo!England: When you originally left for the military, you were shocked by Alice’s reaction. She seemed nonchalant, not caring much about it. “That’s a great idea, Y/N. Just please stay safe.” Alice commented, not even taking the moment to look up from her book. You had been taken off guard, thinking she didn’t care about you.

You didn’t leave on exactly the... greatest note. You were unhappy, thinking she didn’t love you. But, Alice loved you more than you could’ve ever imagined. The poor girl didn’t want to express her emotions. She was so scared- horrified that you could die on the inside. Alice wanted you to serve, however, and she didn’t want her emotions to change your mind. She just brushed it off, pretending like it was all fine.

But there would be nights that she would not be able to sleep, remaining awake for the late hours. She’d think about if you were okay or not and would wonder where you were right at that moment.

You had been able to return home much earlier than expected. You were extremely thrilled, but then again, you were also terrified. What if Alice just dumped you right and then? What if she had only been using you for your salary? The thoughts paralyzed you, making you hardly able to knock on the door to her flat. Your fist shook as it barely touched the front door. You exhale deeply, gently knocking on her door.

And, before you knew it, the familiar blonde stood at the door, looking unamused. “Hello?” She asks out angrily, only for her eyes to widen at the sight of you. “Oh my goodness, Y/N!” Alice would gawk out, reaching down to take your hands this whole time. Tears would roll down her cheeks, despite her trying to keep them concealed.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I loved you and I missed you so much. I didn’t want to show how much I was worried about you because I was afraid that I would change your mind. I... I didn’t want you to worry about me. I’m so sorry, love, please find it in your heart to forgive me.” Alice begs quietly, pain dripping in her tone.

You gasp, managing a small smile. “Alice...” You murmur quietly, glancing at your partner with shock. “How could I ever hold a grudge against you? I love you too much for that.” You reassure, gently cupping her cheek before pulling her into a loving hug.

Nyo!Francine: Poor Francine. She was completely against the idea of you serving. She insisted you did something else, something safer. But, you were low on funds and felt a call to serve. You felt so bad once you left, Francine was sobbing, her mascara running down her cheeks as she sniffles. She couldn’t stand the thought of seeing you leave, it felt like a shot to the heart.

Most nights she would be drinking to comfort her sorrows. She’d be curled up on the couch, sobbing as she sips on a glass of wine. All Francine wanted was her lover to be in her arms once again, kissing her and filling her with love. Instead, she felt cold and without love.

You had gotten back much earlier than planned and had wanted to plan a surprise for your lover. However, upon talking with Alice, one of Francine’s friends, you learned the unhealthy habit she’d picked up. You immediately rushed home, feeling so guilty knowing that this was because of you.

You see Francine stretched across the couch, weeping quietly into her arms. You gasp out, unable to manage words from the lump in your throat. You run up to Francine, grasping the wine and taking it away from her. You then squeeze her tightly in a hug, pulling her head to be resting on your chest. “Oh, my dear Francine, I’m so sorry...” You whisper to her, only to feel Francine’s body shaking in shock.

“Mon amour, mon amour,” Francine murmurs to you, hugging you back. “Je t’aime, I missed you s-so much. I am sorry, I... I didn’t know how to cope.” She rambles on in apologies, only for you to shush her by gently placing your lips to her own.

“Shh, Francine, it’s alright now. I’m here now and I love you deeply.” You reassure, gently holding her in your arms. “I’m here for you and I swear, I swear I’ll never leave you ever again.” You promise, continuing to hold your lover in your soft embrace.

They were home.

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