Matthew was so sweet. You really loved the poor fellow to death, but he was way too oblivious. Lost in a realm of books and fiction, he was unreachable to you on that level. And you were too shy to drag him back out.
But you were still trying.
Kind of.
You accompanied him to the library after school. You pretty much jumped at any opportunity to hang out with him, and hoped it didn’t bother him. So there you were, rubbing your bare arms to use friction to warm yourself. Matthew observed this, “Are you cold, _____?”
“I’m fine, Mattie.” you said with a smile, knowing he was the type to worry.
Still, he to
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Photographs - America x Reader
Photographs - America x Reader
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You were in love with his country, and would frequently visit at particular parts of the year, running around with a camera and taking silly photos. Each one held important memories that you fondly looked back on.
Often during winter he would invite you to stay in the north with him. You would bundle up for the cold weather, packing on your snow boots and heavy coats. You would snuggle up together by the fire, sipping your hot coco slowly, trying not to burn your tong
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America x Reader - Illness
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As if it was on cue, your mother came through the door with a bowl of soup she made for you. She set it down on the nightstand next to your bed, and then she pulled the sheets away from you in order to get you to lay in the bed properly.
"I'll be on my way to work now, you can call me whenever you need something, hun" She to
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Arthur looked back at you, "I still don't see how your water heater could of exploded. Isn't that impossible?"
"Dude! I don't understand how you don't understand! Haven't you ever seen Myth Busters?!" Alfred exclaimed next to you, "It's not impossible-"
"Just not likely," you finished him.
Well surprise, surprise, can't you have a normal day? You know what, I'll go ahead and answer that for you; no you can't. The water heater in your house exploded, leaving a gaping hole in your floor and ceiling. Luckily, though, Alfred and Arthur were letting you stay with them, and were driving you to their house now.
"We're here!" yelled Alfred and ju
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Ireland x Reader: Kiss Me I'm Ireland
“Please!”
“No!”
“Please!”
“No!”
“Please!”
“No!”
It had been going on like that all day. Why did they have to have a world meeting on St. Patrick’s Day anyways? Because of it, Ireland had been trying to get you to kiss me since he is Irish. You had tried to avoid him but he was following you like a lost puppy and it was kind of getting annoying now.
“_(f/n)_, please. Why won’t you just kiss me?” he pleaded with you as he caught your wrist.
“Why do I have to?” you retorted at him, trying to break his grip.
“Because I’m Irel
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An entire day, which seemed to last forever, you spent smiling at unpleased, bored or hurried customers who never seemed to return the favor, struggling to turn off the alarm that kept going off every hour.
Close to the end of the shift you had gone so mad with the alarm you decided to shut it off manually, but couldn’t manage it on your own; and so it went on, every hour
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Clint would always be the first to say no, that your help on the farm was appreciated and in some cases needed, he was so incredibly thankful to have you and your woodchopping extraordinaire of a husband to have aro
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Love That Binds: Roaring Crescent Moon (Kojuro)
Roaring Crescent Moon: (Katakura Kojuro x Reader):
*WARNING: SEASON TWO SPOILERS WITHIN*
You take a swing with the elegant katana in your hands. Then another. Another. Your arms are trembling with the effort of holding the sword up after a long session of training, but you can't allow yourself any sort of weakness. There's no time for that. It feels like there's barely even time to catch your breath. You growl low in your throat as your mind slips back into the past and the scored bark of the tree before you transforms into the smug, pale face of Takenaka Hanbei. You take another swing.
~~~
Your arms are pinned behin
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Death Battle Arena: Harley Quinn
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You certainly weren't expecting to see a flower on your front porch that unremarkable morning, but there it was.
Pouring yourself a coffee and trying to manage your impressive bed-head, you had only been half-awake in the sun-bleached kitchen when something caught your eye as you stared listlessly out of the window, vaguely appreciative of the sunny skies and slowly-blooming plants finally rousing themselves from a winter slumber. It's a pleasant change from grey skies, at the very least. What attracted your attention, though, was a flickering of red that kept darting in and out of the frame of the kitchen window. It was moving too quickly f