Practice Match (Belgium vs. Hungary MMA Fight)Practice Match (Belgium vs. Hungary MMA Fight) by solarkittygirl
Elizabeta and Laura changed out of their school uniforms in the locker room and remained in only sports bras and shorts. "Do you think we'll be picked to fight each other in practice this time, Liz?" Laura said as she taped her hands in preparation for practice.
"Who knows?" Elizabeta said as she finished taping her hands and adjusting her gloves. "It's always random. At least it's just practice." She took her chest protector out of her gym bag and started putting it on over her chest.
"Still, nothing wrong with a little friendly competition, right?" Laura shot her friend a grin as she finished preparing as well. "And if we are picked to practice together today, no holding back from either one of us?"
Elizabeta grinned back and nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't expect less from you."
"Good." Laura and Elizabeta finished changing into their uniforms and heard the coach blowing her whistle, signaling that that everyone needed to hurry and finish changing so they could start practice. Laura
Canada x Geek! Reader: Video Game KissesRequested By: :iconAnna-Is-Not-On-Fire:Canada x Geek! Reader: Video Game Kisses by SeerOfDeath
Finally, today was the day. Matthieu was coming over to your house. You sat waiting in anticipation, when finally, you heard a knock on the door. You ran over. "Salut Matthieu!" He blushed noticing you used his native tongue.
You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the couch. "Let's play Mario Kart!" You piped. Matthieu let out a slight chuckle, "Okay." He smiled.
You booted up the game and let it load. "Okay! I'll be Koopa!" You cheered. Matthieu picked his character and you chose a course. "Rainbow Road." You spoke as you selected it.
"This one's too hard." Matthieu said in a defeated voice. "Aw, is this too hard for little Mattie." You mocked. "No!" Matthieu blushed.
You leaned up against him and you noticed his body go tense. "You okay Matthieu?" You asked. "Y-yeah." Matthieu replied.
You snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't move to much at first but he melted into it. You pulled away, needy for air. "I'v
A Hetalia Documentary (narrator: morgan freeman)*Here we see a meeting place, with a man serving alcoholic drinks in a corner and several groups of females scattered through the meeting place. Our first creature, A Blonde haired, prissy Frenchman enters the meeting place, approaching the man serving alcohol and sending a mating call (*France laughs honhonhon*) through the room, attracting a pair of females. He charms them with his sexy hair and beard, with the intentions of dragging them back to his hive, and *beep*ing them. Next to him is a drunk Englishman, who holds a tray of burnt scones out for anyone to try. It uses it's thick eyebrows to attract it's mates, and ultimately fails due to the Frenchman. (England: Wanker.) In a corner is a pair of Italians, one of which is rejecting the mating advances of the Spaniard next to him, and the other is mass producing white flags to the tune of the two Germans (Prussia: Prussian! You unawesome freak!) singing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. The Englishman is now trying to strip, while bA Hetalia Documentary (narrator: morgan freeman) by starkiller11240
He's PerfectHe is perfect.He's Perfect by Mage-Lufaine
Now that’s not just because I am madly in love with him. It’s the truth.
Take, for example, those sea blue eyes that are filled with emotions that are never spoken but they simply don’t need to be. One certain look, and I know how he feels. Sometimes they glaze over with a melancholic look to them as he remembers a past he wishes he could forget. But other times they shine with a undying love that simply cannot be described by mere words. I try my hardest to find the words to describe his love but sometimes things don’t need that.
He’s always been one to worry about his face. I admit I hated it at first, but slowly I began to get used to the sometimes intense stares from him. I’ve learnt to figure out that those stares mean he’s thinking to himself; it doesn’t take a scientist to figure out it’s mostly about me. And that’s comforting, of course. Since I probably never leave his mind, and he never leaves mine. If
China x Child!Reader x Japan: The Fridge? (redone)China x Child!Reader x Japan: The Fridge? (redone) by Littlesunflower17
Little three year old ________ was bored one afternoon. Nobody would play with you! Your father, Yao, was occupied doing paperwork. Meanwhile your uncle, Kiku, was "wasn't available" due to watching anime. You sat on the floor and pet his dog, Pochi. All of a sudden, you got a great idea. You dashed over to the kitchen and stared up at the refrigerator. This will keep you busy.
Somehow... you had successfully reached your destined spot- the very top of the refrigerator. You sat up there, just looking around, looking up, looking down. Then your gaze stuck to the ground. Uh-oh. How were you going to get down? Feeling completely helpless, your eyes began to water.
"... B-baba!" Your high-pitched voice cried for your father in despair. Tears streamed down your face by now. Whimpers made your frustration of not being able to get down obvious. "Baba! Baba!"
Yao heard your calls... from the kitchen?! He was confused as to why you would even be in there. He stormed in anyway, t
2P!Canada x Reader: Amnesia- Day 2 (pt.3)2P!Canada x Reader: Amnesia- Day 2 (pt.3) by Fiction-Junkie
You wondered why this little fucker was still lingering around these parts. You hadn't seen him since high school, and he only now decided to come back. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying hard not to punch him square in the face.
"What the hell are you doing in here, Luciano?" you forcefully questioned.
He gave you a small shrug of unknowing.
"I don't know. I needed to come back to take care of a few things. And one of those things involves you and AJ", he explained.
"I'm assuming you already know, then? About AJ...", you stated with a heavy heart and irritation.
He nodded in understanding.
"You might want to let him do it, too, _________", he started.
"For the love of God! How many times do I have to tell you idiots that I refuse to let it happe-"
"-You haven't spoken to Matthew...have you...?" he asked in concern, interrupting you as usual.
You scoffed at him, not knowing what his question had to do with anything. But, then again, you haven't spoken to anyone since Al passed away.
--Paid in Full-- Finland x Reader--Paid in Full-- Finland x Reader by mintopal
Finland x Reader
~Paid in Full~
WARNING: Mild swearing & Feels (maybe)
Though he was enveloped under the thick pile of duvets, he was still shivering. Not from the temperature of course, but from his frozen heart. Everywhere he went, he thought about her. Everyday, every minute, every second, he thought of (y/n). The more he thought of her, the more warmth he loses. He couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't his fault, it was her's, right? Who was the one who slammed the door and left? (Y/n). Who was the one who thawed his heart? (y/n).He tried to forget... but he couldn't. He tried to forgive, but he can't. Something is missing... (y/n).
He remembered the days you were together. Whether it was snuggling on the couch or getting intimate, he enjoyed it, because it was with you.
But who gave you the right to crumble his heart into brittle shards that couldn't be se
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