OkamiTatsuya

Spain x Reader What was this? You tried to form a coherent thought, but that one word just floated lazily to the surface of your mind. Single. He had switched his Facebook status to single, only minutes before you'd logged on. The little pink heart next to his name was mocking you. Another sentence bubbled up to join the word. The 'heart' symbol actually represents the plant used by the Romans for birth control. You weren't sure where you'd read that. It didn't really seem relevant at the moment. You leaned back from the screen, and the leather under your butt groaned in protest. The coffee shop was mostly empty, but for the cute guy beh

America x Reader It was late, and you were bored. You'd been trying to sleep for ages, but no dice. So you were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to think relaxing thoughts. The air conditioner finished its set task of lowering your home's temperature and cut off, filling the house with an unnerving silence. Fantastic. You subconsciously strained your ears, desperate to pick up any faint background noises which might lull you to sleep, when you heard what sounded like whimpering coming from the next room. You couldn't help but crack a somewhat sadistic smile. Alfred. His house was being fumigated or something, so he was sta

Lithuania x Reader Tuesday was drizzly and gray, though not exactly cold. You were making your way leisurely down the street with your umbrella in hand, on your way to nowhere in particular when you noticed a figure hunched over up ahead. As you drew nearer, you saw that it was a young man sitting on the curb and doing a remarkable impression of a lost puppy. "Something wrong?" you asked as you approached. His head jerked up at the sound of your voice, as though he were surprised that anyone would stop to talk to a depressed stranger sitting in the rain. "N-not really," he lied. You couldn't quite place his accent. You took a seat beside h

America x Reader The lights suddenly flickered and died. A moment later, the air conditioner hummed to a halt. Nothing was blocking out the sound of the driving storm outside. Lots of kids from school were having 'hurricane parties,' but your parents had made you stay home. So here you were, alone and in the dark. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't a little frightened. The last hurricane that you could remember had been years ago, and you'd wound up driving north to stay with family for three weeks while the power was out, because the house was basically uninhabitable without working A/C and a refrigerator. You were fairly miser

Pirate!England x Reader The ship, you found out later, was called The Heart of Gold. An ironic name for a pirate ship. "For the last time, love, we're privateers," said Captain Kirkland, wearing what you had decided was his trademark smirk and holding up a sheet of parchment. "See this? It's a letter of marque." You would have some strong words for the Queen if you ever met her. When you woke up the morning after your kidnapping, you were acutely aware of the nausea curling just below your ribs. If you'd had anything in your stomach, you would have lost it. Captain Kirkland laughed. "You'll get used to it, love." He somehow managed to si

Chibi!Romano x Reader "¿Por favor?" "No." "¿Por favor?" "No." "¡Por favor, amiga!" You made the mistake of locking eyes with your Spanish friend, and your resolve crumbled. Dramatic as always, he was kneeling before you, hands clasped and tears in the corners of his eyes. "I can't leave him alone or he'll wreck the house! I need you to watch him! Just for a couple of days!" You broke eye contact, closing your eyes in exasperation, but the image of his desperation was imprinted on the insides of your eyelids. You sighed, and he jumped up, knowing that he'd broken you. "Fine, Tonio," you consented, and he embraced you en

Veneziano x Reader "Feliciano! Open zis door!" Ludwig had been standing outside of the Vargas home for ten minutes now, waiting for his friend to let him in. He never had to wait this long for the hyperactive young man, and he was starting to get worried. He raised his fist, ready to break down the door if necessary, when it flew open. "Piss off, bastardo!" shouted Feliciano's older twin brother, Lovino. "Why are you here?" As irritating as Lovino was, Ludwig always made an effort to be patient with him. Forcing himself to picture his happy place,[1] he addressed Lovino. "Hallo," he said slowly. "I am here for Feliciano." "No shit," the