Awkward Gestures (2p!Canada x Reader)Hello! This story was a request from a DA follower of mine, but I hope you all like itAwkward Gestures (2p!Canada x Reader) by Natural-Causes3141
Matt grunted as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Another long night at work had had him exhausted. He didn’t even bother turning on the light as he got there, he just sat on the edge of his bed, took his boots, jacket, and shirt off and lied down. _____ was sleeping under the covers soundly, her chest rising up and down with every breath she took. Matt didn’t know if he should wake her up or attempt to cuddle up next to her. He hated that word, but there wasn’t a very manly way to put though.
She needed all the sleep she could get, and it wasn’t often that he saw her like this, so Matt awkwardly put his arms around her and scooted towards her. _____ placed ine arm around him and nestled her head in his chest.
How had he done it? He was the most violent, temperamental person around here. Yet with _____, things were different. Much different. He could yell and scre
Flannel shirts - A 2P Canada One-shot The dark sky brought in the chilling air of winter, clouds blacking out the starlight night. The forest was still with a blanket of fresh snow draped on the rocky terrain blocking out dirt-roads and small pathways. A cottage laid due east, sitting on top of a hill tucked into a grove of the forest. A light illuminated from within, giving off little light to the outside world around it.Flannel shirts - A 2P Canada One-shot by acupofauroraborealis
A fire crackled, and piles upon piles of blankets draped over a petite figure. She was wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets, a large book laying in her lap. Her eyes fixated on the text quickly scanning back and forth from one sentence to the next. She sighed and paused momentarily to sip from a mug on the coffee table.
A large head shifted and sniffed her cup. The woman eagerly swatted at the wolf’s nose, making him turn away with a grunt. He stretched his arms before hearing a satisf
Daddy!EnglandxMummy!Reader - Fireworks NightYou snuggled into the thickest, longest [f/c] scarf you had, gloved hands idly playing with its woollen tassels. Somehow, you had been lumbered with responsibility of guarding your table, with the specific instruction to 'ensure other sods don't go pinching it'.Daddy!EnglandxMummy!Reader - Fireworks Night by DocileGloom
By table, it was actually some rickety old wooden bench that had seen better days. Over the years you had spent living in the English countryside, you'd learned that all benches in beer gardens were of a similar condition. But still, it was better than having to stand for hours with the other spectators that had come to the Queen's Head for the fireworks display. And with at least another good half an hour's wait until it all started, you were more content being bored at a table, rickety or no, than to be bored and with leg ache.
Despite it being seven o clock on a Monday night, the whole establishment was full of eager families and patrons crowding together for the festivities, fireworks night - It was like this in nearly ev
Daddy!AmericaXMommy!Reader (request)((WARNING: CONTAINS LARGE AMOUNTS OF FLUFF!!!))Daddy!AmericaXMommy!Reader (request) by ArtisticallyLiterate
Alfred smiled and looked down at the little boy sleeping in his arms, rocking him gently in hopes of getting him back to sleep, humming a soft tune to him as he thought about the months he had missed.
Just a few weeks after you had given birth to little ________, Alfred had had to leave because of the ongoing war, and would have to be gone several months. You had been so strong, you hadn't cried, you had wanted to, but you hadn't, and he was so proud of you for it, and he was proud of you for holding it all together on your own, and staying strong for both him and the little guy.
Alfred had gotten back home just a few minutes ago, you had been sleeping when he came in, he had been about to kiss your forehead and wake you to tell you he was home but then he had heard soft whining sounds coming from the crib in the room you and he shared and had immediately gone over to pick up his son and start rocking him.
He had Alfred's wide blue eyes,