Punk!England x Reader -Take me or Leave me by espainsbutt, literature
Literature
Punk!England x Reader -Take me or Leave me
“There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!”
(Y/n) stared at her supposed boyfriend of one year. “Excuse me?”
“It’s not my fault that people always flirt with me…”
The fighting couple were at their one year anniversary party, at this fancy salon their friends insisted they rented. The decorations were simple, and the clothing was a casual-elegant fashion, and music softly played in the background while everyone grabbed appetizers from one big table.
At the moment, though, every guest was staring at the blond and his girlfriend.
“I’m aware
England x Immortal!Reader: Waterloo Sunsets Ch 1 by Failinginart, literature
Literature
England x Immortal!Reader: Waterloo Sunsets Ch 1
Chapter One- No Man's Land
It had begun as days usually began. The field hospital was buzzing with nurses, doctors and patients. You had enlisted as a VAD nurse when The War began mainly because you had believed you would have been able to do some good with your powers. But you hadn’t quite anticipated the amount of suffering you would meet in Flanders, never in the thousand years you had lived had you ever seen anything quite like this. Never the less, your powers meant that you had the least fatalities of any of the other volunteer members. You glanced down to your clipboard and approached the bed on your list.
“Private Jonson,
“Achoo!”
“(Name), are you alright? Is it too cold outside?” the British man asked.
“Y-yeah,” she replied nasally, hugging her body as they continued to walk back to their homes.
“I told you, didn’t I? A thin jacket like that won’t do. You need a thicker one.”
“It’s not my arms or body that’s the problem, Arthur. My hands are really cold, that’s all.” She blew on them with hot breath.
Arthur look at her hands, looked at his mitten-covered hands, then back ahead of them. “Is that so?” He thought for a second and an idea came. “Here,
Theme 69: Language Barrier Arthur x Reader by AnonymousLovely, literature
Literature
Theme 69: Language Barrier Arthur x Reader
Theme 69: Difference
Language Barrier
Arthur x Reader
To say that you and your boyfriend Arthur weren’t getting along would be an understatement. It seemed that for the last month or so, every time the two of you would engage in conversation, it would only end in disaster. This dilemma caused quite a bit of tension in your shared apartment.
To be honest, you didn’t even know how this all started. You were both aware that you like each other but sometimes you wondered if what you held was really enough. There were so many differences between the two of you. It was like the two of you were speaking a whole different langu
Sick!EnglandxReader
Alright, this is going to be my third story, first reader insert… bear with me please… I’d love to see some comments about it, spelling and story.
Some info:
-If you see (..) in the story, that means that the author has to say something :P
-If you see a *, then there is more info about it in the description down below ^^
And the rest, like (h/c, h/l)(e/c)(name) speaks for itself, I guess ^^
-I’ll try to do France’s accent right… there is a z when there actually needs to be a th and the h is replaces by an ‘ , because French people can’t pronounce the h…
-Also, I u
Texts [Sherlock!England x John!Male!Reader] by xTsu-chan, literature
Literature
Texts [Sherlock!England x John!Male!Reader]
Bring me my laptop.
-AK
Get it your bloody self!
-NL
Can’t. Working on experiment.
-AK
You’re lying on the couch!
-NL
The experiment is the couch.
-AK
NO.
-NL
-thirty minutes pass-
I need my laptop.
-AK
For what?
-NL
Case.
-AK
-five minutes pass-
…Fine. Where is it?
-NL
On my lap.
-AK
Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you took it out to check who it was. It was your friend Arthur. You answered.
“Hello? Arthur?”
“’ello ________. *hic* I’m really *hic* drunk right now. Can I come over and *hic* stay the night?”
You sighed. This was the 5th time this month he had asked you that. You should’ve known that’s what he was calling about.
“Sure. Whatever. Where are you?” you asked.
“Open your door,” he told you and hung up.
You waked to your front door and opened it. There was a drunken Arthur, standing on your doormat, wearing nothing but a black apro
The Occupants of 221C (EnglandXReader) by moriartyssniper, literature
Literature
The Occupants of 221C (EnglandXReader)
It had been three years. Three years since Sherlock Holmes took a swan dive of the top of St. Barts. Three years since John Watson sank into a terrible depression in a response. Three years since you and your husband Arthur moved into 221c Baker Street to help him cope with day to day life without his dearest friend.
His limp had returned, he barely left the apartment, and sometimes you heard him muttering to an unseen person Arthur assumed was a manifestation his mind had conjured up as a way to cope with his grief. Poor Mrs. Hudson was constantly fretting over the bags under his eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks, and you couldn’t