#Chubby!Russia

[dylanshetaplanesandhcs]

Bear In The Snow

You were in a forest on the outskirts of Moscow, it was snowing and freezing. You were with friends and decided to beat them to the campsite, but you got lost, you were cold and weak. Then, you collapsed into the snow, your last vision being a tall blurry figure walking towards you before everything went black.

You then felt warmth, was this what heaven feels like? Then you open your eyes to find yourself beside a fireplace in a large mansion, you were under a blanket and on a couch.

You sat up to find your hero, and large man was in the kitchen cooking something. He was very tall, around 7'4" and had a thick chubby build, he has platinum blond hair that was almost white, he was wearing an old WWII uniform and jacket, with a pink scarf around his neck, when the giant turned to you, he had deep violet eyes that seemed unnatural, but beautiful, he then smiled.

"Ah! Finally awake I see." The man spoke with a sweet tone, unlike a deep bassy one you'd expect from a man of his size, he then walked over to you, carrying a steaming bowl, placing it in front of you. "Here, have some borscht. It will help you warm up." You decided to follow his advice and ate it, it was so warm and good that you practically ate the whole thing in one bite. The man was impressed. "Woah! Easy now, I never seen someone eat faster than me." He laughed and took the empty bowl away. But not before he turned to you. "By the way, I'm Ivan, Ivan Braginsky." He spoke, smiling.

You smiled. "Thanks for saving me." You said. Ivan put a large hand on your head. "Don't mention it, Маленький." Night had fallen, and you were already sleeping on Ivan's soft and plump belly, he was stroking your head as it rose and fell underneath you, with some gurgles coming out from his stomach. You let out a yawn, moving your head to one of his large pecs, he smiled as he saw the action. "Tired?" He asked. You nodded, and he sighed. "I guess it's time for bed, I guess you want to sleep with me?" You smiled, nodding again, Ivan chuckled. "Okay, little one, let's get you a bath, shall we?"

He picked up up and carried you to the bathroom, where he bathed you lovingly, before putting you on his bed, and heading back to the bathroom for a bath of his own, he returned later with his pajamas and tucked you in, joining you after.

"Sweet dreams, мо�� подсолнух. I promise I'll watch over you." He said gently, kissing your forehead and lulling you to sleep. As sleep finally took over you, he still kept watch, making a silent promise to protect you and care for you. He doesn't know how long you'll stay until your friends try to find you, but until them, you are safe in the burly arms of a gentle giant, as if as bear had decided to raise you as one of his own.

[evilresidentz]

gmmfghfmm

[wickedwanchii]

crawls out of my cave to showcase my favoritest bear ever

[the-heaminator]

20 for canrus from the writing prompts? 👀

[ 20 ] "this is absolutely your fault!"

hnnnng I could make this very serious or like very domestic and I'm not sure what to do here, so I'll try mixing both of them. Also hooray for tubby matt! I dont think this is what you wanted but this is what you're going to get I'm sorry riva.

Ivan was a lot of things, and a good summation of those things was an overall bad fucking influence, but not in the way you would expect, that was the job of Arthur and the rest of the family, nah Ivan was a bad influence in the way that he lrt Matthew's own bad habits slide, bad habits that in the grand scheme if things, hell even within his own family were pretty tame.

Innocent things like sleeping in, eating well, plainly begging for cuddles.

These were put down as bad habits for as long as Matt could remember, unless enough alcohol to kill a horse was involved of course, and Ivan just indulged in them, no fuss about it, and it was incredibly odd for Matthew, but why look a gift horse in the mouth eh?

Another thing that Ivan was was cuddly, he liked hugs, being hugged and giving hugs both, he was taller than Matt, not as much as he was over most people, but still a good 4 or 5 inches taller, but Matthew more often then not latched himself onto his back when he was particularly done with life, which was often.

The other way happened too, Ivan hugged Matt from the back, resting his head on the shorters shoulder, Alfred was usually the cause of such moods.

Anyhow, I need to stop rambling, as I said Ivan just enabled Matthew's "bad" habits, in perhaps the cutest way possible, he was a good cook, and partial to food, his frame was a testament to that of course, one of the reasons Matthew absolutely adored cuddling him, he was actually nice to cuddle, unlike some people, and was more than willing to partake too.

Of course Ivan had his bad habits too, everyone did, though history had not been kind to him at all (fairly he hadn't been kind to history either but we will not go into that) he was quite partial to alcohol, somehow worse than Arthur, a terrifying concept for Matthew, but he seemed to make a conscious effort to try and not drink as much when Matthew was around, not something Matthew would ever think was possible, someone making a conscious effort to reign in themselves for him? completely unheard of, unless they both were drinking, then everything was free game.

Again I need to stop rambling by god, anyhow because of this he started cooking more, Matthew was always partial to baking, and for once he had the time, the energy, and a nice lack of guilt to do it.

The Kirklands™️ really had drilled it into him that no, it was not allowed to relax until you were more than half dead, and the fact that that managed to stay in Matthew for literally nearly a century without them enforcing it was frightening, but somehow it managed to stay on in Alfred for nearly 250, without an end in sight, like father like eldest son eh?

This weirdness also ended up going towards food, hell the amount of times he was forgotten to be fed when he was younger was far too often, Ivan would not let that happen, there were two types of old-timey European nations in the modern age, the type that doesn't eat, and the type that try to make up for lost time, Russia was very much the latter, and it showed, both on him and Matt, quite by accident really.

I need to stop rambling I cannot remember what I was saying for the love of god, Ah!

Once when laying on the sofa, Ivan tried to lay his head in Matthew's lap, having to bend his legs anyways because there was no way he was fitting on the sofa without doing that, and for once he didn't complain about Matthew being too bony (odd because he loved doing that) Ivan fell asleep there, and Matt was in the stupor that comes with watching shitty reality tv shows that finished 4 years ago at 11 in the night, you know the one.

He lightly prodded Ivan to get off, his leg had fallen asleep, and the rest of him was not far behind.

"Oi, shove off." Oh, that was definitely a whine, he didn't even try to hide it.

"ублюдок"

"But you love me anyways, now get off you're going to kill my leg."

Ivan got up, creaking annoyingly, his back had not been the same since the 1800s fuckin' hell, Matthew got up too, far less creakily but he did limp around for a moment because pins and needles sucked a lot of ass, he nearly fell down while doing that, bumping into the side table in a series of accidents truly looney toones worthy.

Ivan ended up catching Matt, he was not expecting Matthew to be that heavy, apparently he was still under the impression that even after all the cooking, baking, and the eating and sleeping that came after that, Matt was still light as a feather and bony as all hell.

My man is not the best at noticing change is he, "Shit, Matvey when did you get so heavy?"

Matthew flushed, he hoped Ivan wouldn't notice, but i mean even someone as absentminded as Ivan could be at times would notice, he pouted and said "This is your fault."

He looked confused "Mine? how I did nothing!"

Matthew wasn't sure whether he liked the current events, but it was leaning towards good and he hoped it stayed that way, he did really like Ivan's cooking...

"You let me eat so much though, this is absolutely your fault!"

Ivan let out that little giggle of his, a bit weird from someone as large as him but by god was it endearing "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Matthew looked at him oddly "It isn't?"

He waved a large hand "No, of course not!" he clucked his tongue, "Arthur is still in your head even now, you were too thin, not nice to cuddle." He bent down a little and hugged Matthew around the waist, tightly, he ended up lifting him a bit even now and looked straight into Matthew's eyes "Now it is much nicer, besides, who cares, certainly not me, and I don't think you do either."

He pinched Matthes side a bit, a bit surprised to find flesh there, but wasn't complaining, "Now shut up and go to sleep, it's midnight and my back hurts."

He got herded upstairs and Matthew's normal inability to sleep just did not turn up tonight and they slept in each others arms, Matthew suffocated as usual, but again he really could not care less.

[k1t-y]

star fruit ivan

i love ivan--adore him. he is by far my favorite. i'm picky with who he's with and how he looks (i've tried over and over, but i never get him to turn out how he was in my head b4 now), and so i believe that has let to me feeling as if there's something missing. despite that, however, im actually very proud of how this turned out. :3

[yasmeensh]

Homotherium cub!!!!

On November 14th, a paper was released describing a mummified 3 week-old homotherium cub discovered in Yakutia, Russia.

WE CAN FINALLY SEE A SABRE-TOOTH CAT IN THE FLESH!!! It's an incredibly remarkable find!

I wanted to try drawing it. Based it off what 3 week-old lion and tiger cubs look. Chubby and round. Homotherium has a sloping back. The mummy showed it has a thick, furry neck, shorter face, and a little tuft of long hair at the chin.

The paper is available here:

[sosickastro]

Indulgence (Bts x Chubby reader)

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Chapter 2

Poly Bts x Chubby Reader, Soulmate au and Idol au

Summary: Poor broke and isolated mc gets the chance to go to a concert with an old high school friend, with hoping to find their soulmate and see the biggest boy band in the world. A new shocking reality hits her while at the concert.

Chapter Warnings: degrading thoughts, poor writing and grammar, gender confused reader, anxiety, mc being a loner, mentions of weight insecurities, swearing, fat phobia, etc (let me know if I miss anything)

A/N: second chapter omg I actually wrote it in a decent time span, I want to say thank you for the support for the first chapter! I will try my best to keep up with posting chapters, etc, etc, As we all know, Grammarly is my lord and savior, but even they can't fix my awful spelling mistakes, so let me know if anything is wrong or just ignore it for the sake of the story.

word count: 2,034

(Thank you Corinnecousins on Pinterest for this picture)

Perviously on Indulgence:

"Then for the first time in my life, I felt a tug, anxiety filled my stomach as I froze in my tracks, and my heartbeat went through the roof as I looked down at the red thread I usually forget about, it loosened. Holy shit I am near my soulmate. Holy shit. Lauren notices that I stop walking and now staring at my pinky finger asks me “Are you okay?” I initially looked around the bus station, there were a lot of people walking around, too many to see where the string goes. “Is it your soulmate?” Lauren asks me again. I couldn't speak, my mouth dry as I gave her a shaky nod. But unfortunately just as it loosens it quickly tightens again, meaning my soulmate either left or is on a bus going further away from me. “I wonder if he felt it” I questioned out loud, looking at Lauren with shaken eyes. She sighs, almost equally disappointed “Come on Clare is waiting for us, we don’t want to keep her waiting.” Lauren tells me, grabbing my hand and basically dragging me to the exit. I can’t stop staring at my red thread, there's hope. There is always hope. Now I at least can find comfort that he is in the States, and not in Korea or Russia or anything far away. "

We make it to Clare’s car, she smiles at me as this is our first time meeting. I put on a smile as I tried to push through all the emotions I was feeling at the moment. But it is more complicated than I’d like to admit. The man I moved halfway across the country for is now somewhere in the city that’s only 3 hours away from my 4-year hellscape of a college.

 I let out a deep sigh as I looked over to Lauren and Clare, who were having a quiet conversation themselves. Clare nodded at something Lauren said, a look of concern and slight confusion filled her eyes, and spread across her face. “I’m fine yall— let’s get going before I hear another kid scream their head off,” I tell them with a slight chuckle, hoping that I’m schooling my face well enough to at least look like I’m fine as well as my typical dry humar distractes them from the imdending breakdown I am bout to face in tminus 10 seconds. 

Lauren eyes me up and down while also looking deep into my very soul to see if I’m lying to her. Clare shrugs, “I agree.” Lauren seems to give up her soul searching and nods her head. In silence that was not completely awkward, we got into Clare’s small car. I shove my bag and myself into the back seat, hoping that the fabric of the cheap seats swallows me whole.

 After 30 minutes of awful pop music from the local radio station, – Clare saying something about “keeping up with the latest music” – Clare’s occasional road rage and cars honking, we reach a small street lined with small shops and other downtown “hippie” and “local” boutiques. As God was on our side we found a decent parking spot with little to no casualties, though I was pretending not to feel the curb that Clare drove on top of.

 As the other two girls make their way to one of the many shops we will visit, I try to find it in my very core to move and get out of this stupid, beat-up car, but my every soul has died and been replaced with a mopey version of myself. I keep asking myself, “Would I ever have that chance again? To be that close to him?” The feeling of hopelessness seems to seep into my bones and takes over into my soul as I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into the pit of despair. A gust of wind hits my arm, making me shoot up in shock I yell at Clare as she laughs at me hanging off the open car door. “Come on, man, Lauren is dying to check out this new shop.” I rolled my eyes and finally found the courage to step out of the car; the car isn’t stupid, just my feelings.

 I breathe in the cold air as I match my footing with Clare, following her mindlessly as we catch up with Lauren, who is currently star-struck over this shirt. “Guys, what! Look at it!” Lauren practically screams at us, I laugh at her as I feel myself letting go of its tight grip on the soul-crushing reality. Maybe spending some money and indulging in giving the greedy company my mind, body, and soul is what I need at the moment.

 The rest of the afternoon is spent with Lauren dragging Clare and me around the street, jumping and hopping from one store to another. I found a few tops that were cute and appropriate for the concert but as for pants my fear was proving to be true as none of the shops had my size, or like any normal sizing I mean come on even the chubby girls like to overconsume, and spend all their money on a pair of jeans. 

“Isn't this so cute!” Lauren yells into my ear as I lazily glance over the rack of tops. I throw on a smile as I examine the clothes “Oh yeah, it fits you.” She smiles back at me before her eyes start analyzing the shirt once again. “I’m going to ask Clare what she thinks,” before I can respond Lauren already walked away from me. I sighed but smiled nonetheless, as I went back to looking at the mildly ugly and small tops in front of me, 

“You shouldn’t be here,” a small but pitchy voice says to me. I turn my attention to the owner of the offending voice, only to see a short girl who looks like she would be blown away by a strong gust of wind. I swear to all that is holy, if this goes in the direction I think it is, I’m gonna hole myself up in my room for the next decade. “Excuse me?” I ask the lady, confusion dances across my face as I tilt my head down at her to get a better look, black jeans, black top, and oh- look! A name tag, great, she works here. 

“I’m saying,” her pitchy voice raises a notch as she scoffs at me. “You don’t belong here, none of these sizes will fit you.” She gives me a once-over before crossing her arms and staring up at my face. Yup this went exactly how I was expecting it to. Look, I’m not a Karen or anything of the sort, so the following things I say don’t represent me at all. My eyebrow raised in amusement at her sheer audacity, but two can play this stupid game. 

“Oh, really now? I’m sure your manager or other coworkers would love to hear that you're being rude to a customer just based on their weight.” I give her a fake pout. Her eyes widen at my words, “I’m sure this establishment prides itself on being fat-phobic to their customers, so maybe you will finally get some recognition. Oh! And this interaction will make you get that pay raise you have been hoping for!” I fake excitement in my voice, but I am channeling all the sarcasm I have collected over the 19 years of my life. 

 She starts to stutter as her eyes are wide as dinner plates, her hands come out in front of her, trying to fix her comment she made about me as she fails over and over to come up with something to smooth over her mistake.  Another employee walks up to us, “Is everything okay over here?” The employee is an older woman and much more secure with herself. I smile at her, “Actually, no, this employee over here was telling me to leave this establishment because of my weight, and I feel very disrespected,” the said offending short girl’s body regrets itself as she turns to the older woman, trying to explain and justify herself. Again, I am not a Karen of any sort, but I am not going to let myself be disrespected by this Barbie regret just because she is insecure and projecting it onto strangers. 

The older woman smiles at me, ignoring her. “I’m very sorry she said that towards you, honey, by no means do her words represent the company and what we stand for. Rest assured, this behavior will be dealt with.” I gave the older employee a polite smile, thanking her as she took the younger girl to the back of the store. Once they left, I let out a deep sigh. Look, just because I handled that well doesn’t mean I wasn’t blowing up on the inside.

I scan my eyes around the store, spotting my two friends over the accessories. Taking another deep breath to steady myself, I make my way over there, I just need to turn off my brain and have fun. I can’t let comments like that get to me. For the next hour, we went to two different stores. I managed to find some pants that make up a complete outfit for the concert. I felt more giddy, as maybe the world isn’t so bad when you have a new outfit to wear and show off. Us three stopped at this small cafe for a late lunch and a breather.

 Lauren took the liberty to fill me in on the latest gossip and drama going on in her arts school, as Clare and I just ate peacefully. “Oh hey, what happened back at the bus station?” Clare asks me once Lauren’s gossip train slowed down, I cursed internally, as I was hoping not to think about that again. I shake my head, “It was my soulmate, the string was so tight like he was right there next to me. I was freaked out by it” I explained to her my body shrinking on itself as I reminisced on the feeling of being so close to him. Clare gave me a look of sympathy as she shared some comforting words with me.

 “Holy shit-“ Lauren’s voice breaks through my self loathing as the said girl is starting at her phone like it personally offend her, me and Clare exchanged confused looks “What’s wrong?” I ask Lauren carefully, but as soon as I speak, she shoves her phone into my face. I had to squint my eyes to adjust to the screen as I read the headline on a news article

 ‘BTS THE BIGGEST BOY BAND HAS A 8TH SOULMATE?’ 

“holy shit?!” I shout out as well as I take Lauren’s phone to read through the article quickly to make sure it wasn’t some clickbait but as I read more of it, statements from Bighit and Namjoon himself explain the situation. I passed over the phone to Clare as I stared in disbelief. Their soul group isn't complete? Does this mean that ‘SoulTies” is wrong, or did they just not know? But these guys are on a world tour right now. How are they just now discovering they have an 8th soulmate? 

“Wait, guys, did you read this part?” Clare questions us as she scans her eyes over the phone, “According to the leader of BTS, Kim Namjoon, also known as RM, Him and one other member felt a tug and their red string tightened when at the bus station in the city, where they are performing this Saturday.” Clare finishes reading the segment of the new article. 

I think my brain stopped working at that moment. A million thoughts raced into my head all at once, and the main one is “Could I be their soulmate?” but theres no way, there's no way I am the person. Besides, it's nearly impossible as well since we probably were at the bus station at two different times. There was no way two members of BTS where at the bus station and didn't cause a huge commotion. “Do you guys think we were at the station at the same time as them?” Lauren asks us, there is a childlike amusement in her voice, but Clare, thank god, shuts down that thought immediately. “There's no way, we would have seen a bunch of armies going apeshit as well as a million security guards and paparazzi.” I hum in agreement as I finish up eating.

“Well, maybe we should head to your guy's places since it's getting late.” I changed the topic to hopefully not down Laurens' hopes to much. The other two girls agreed as we packed up and paid for our food. We walk down the once busy streets, now its just a few stray people going home like us. When we came into view of Clare's beat-up car, I sighed in relief. Today was fun, a lot of it if I dont think about how much money I just spent, but there is still this nagging feeling in my chest that something is wrong, and that my soulmate is closer to me than I think, and with the article? I dont know what to think at all, I just want to enjoy the concert and leave this stupid city. 

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I watch as our soulmate gets into the back of her friend's car, and my chest aches as I see the small pout on their face. Soon, you will be with us. 

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Don't cry. || Nikto

[MASTERLIST]

Rating: E Words: 3K~ (this one got away from me) Pairing: rogue asset!Nikto x civilian!Reader cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT., bad/incorrect medical care, injuries (described), being held at gunpoint, verbal and physical threats, blood and gore. other tags: you/your pronouns. fat/chubby!reader, no russian. Summary: A stranger takes you hostage in your own home and demands medical care... But you might have gotten more than you can chew. a/n: YES, Nikto’s voice actor is only 5ft10 but he’s 6ft5 in my mind, and I’m in charge sooo.

It's cold as all fucking hell in your small town. No. Not as all hell. Because you're pretty sure hell is supposed to be boiling hot.

Why did your family have to come from this small town in bum-fuck-nowhere Russia? And more importantly why did you decide to move back here after college?

Oh, yeah. The house. The little home that your grandma lived in since she was a child, that was fully paid and required no rent, and had very low property taxes due to it being ancient… And was left to you in her will. 

Well, in days like these, you can't help but despise the stupid fucking house. 

The pipes are frozen, which means you've resorted to getting water from the local firehouse every morning, as do the rest of your neighbors. Plus, it's freezing even with multiple layers of clothes and socks and scarves on. You sleep in front of the fireplace all winter and still fear you'll be dead in the morning.

Every year it's the damn same.

Maybe going to study in Moscow and then doing your master's and doctorate abroad softened you up. But you didn't remember it being so fucking cold.

Having as much meat on your bones as you do, it really shouldn't be as difficult as it is to withstand the cold. Sometimes you wonder if all those damn studies about how fat helps preserve body heat didn't apply only when people had heat to preserve.

Those are the thoughts in your head as you throw your last log in the fireplace and realize you need to get more from the woodpile outside. "Mother fucker goddamn piece of shit..." You complained.

Throwing on a winter coat over your robe, you stuff your double-socked feet into your winter boots, cover your head with a beanie and wrap yourself in a scarf.

Then you venture outside with the flashlight from your junk drawer, to illuminate the way. The wind outside is biting and the snow is tall, causing you to almost trip over your own feet.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... cold." You grumble under your breath.

Sticking the flashlight between your teeth, you grab a few logs of firewood and slip them vertically into a black milk crate at your feet, trying to hurry so you can go back inside.

As soon as the box is stacked as full as you can carry, you bend at the knees and hurl it up by the handles, gritting your teeth against the flashlight between your teeth.

That's when you feel something hard press against the back of your head... and you hear a muffled voice. "Don't scream. Don't look back. Just move." The command chills your spine more than the -17ºC weather outside.

Your eyes shoot wide open in a panic and you have to force yourself to resist trying to look back. Instead, you nod and wobble your way along to the backdoor while carrying the heavy crate of firewood.

Once you slip inside, you set the crate down in the kitchen floor and take the opportunity to look out of the corner of your eye at the the stranger that held you hostage. 

He slams the door shut behind you and deadbolts it shut, then he rushes to the window, ripping the curtains shut.

He's wearing a flight suit and military gear but it's all in a navy color that you don't recognize… Maybe the Navy? But what would a Navy soldier being doing here alone, in the middle of the woods in your land locked town? Plus, he's clearly armed, carrying a pistol in one hand. The other wraps around his midsection and he's leaving a trail of small blood droplets on your floor.

His face is covered by a mask that looks more like a bunch of denim patched together than anything, leaving only his eyes showing. It’s even bolted to itself to not be easily removable.

“Where?” He asks you, eyes and gun trained on you as you straighten up and show your hands in innocence.

“Where… Where what?” You ask in confusion. Your body trembles all over and you’re pretty sure that you’re going to piss your pants if he keeps staring at you like that and barking vague orders at you.

“WHERE?!” He insists, raising his voice in a growl that sounds more animal than human. “WHERE. ARE. WE?” He adds, his voice boiling with anger and condescension.

“P-Provrsk!” You shout the name of your town as you flinch away from his own raised voice. Your gaze is locked onto him, taking in his mask and the blue eyes that stare at you from behind them.

You’ve never had to worry about a masked intruder in your home, ever. This is a small town, this sort of thing doesn’t happen here. Especially not one that looks like he’s deserted from the FSB.

“DATE?” He shouts at you again, making you flinch once more as your whole body tenses and curls into itself in fear. 

“8th of February… Thursday.” You reply, your eyes beginning to well up in tears. “Please… don’t hurt me…”

You’ve never been the crybaby type, in fact, you’d say you’re pretty good at staying contained in your day-to-day life, even when life is beating you down… But something about a 2 meter tall man in your kitchen shouting at you while waving a pistol around terrifies you to your very core…

With a deep breath, he leans himself back against the kitchen counter and another animalistic growling escapes him as his left leg straightens and twitches under him, his knee likely weakened. He’s still clutching his side with his hand and more blood puddles at his feet, dripping between gloved fingers.

He looks like he’s immeasurable amounts of pain and considering he seems to have walked here with an injury that’s still bleeding, you can’t help but wonder if the adrenaline isn’t starting to wear off.

The sight of him is pitiful… And for a moment he’s not some terrifyingly “You need… a doctor?” You ask him, more in a tone of affirmation than of question. He needs a doctor and you know it.

“No doctor.” He replies sharply, showing he still has all his mental faculties in place… Somewhat.

“You’re hurt.” You remark softly. “Bleeding all over my floor.” You add. You’re trying your best not to shake and cry and you’re not quite sure you’re succeeding.

“No doctor.” He insists as he shifts his weight around on his legs and hisses. "Needle, thread and alcohol." He demands of you and you’re not stupid enough to disagree with the armed man.

“In the upper cabinet behind you… The metal tin.” You instruct while barely pointing your finger at the cabinet door on his left side for fear that any more sudden movements will cause him to take you as a threat.

He sets the gun very carefully on the edge of the counter so that his free hand can reach up and over, patting at the cabinet, throwing the door open and feeling around inside for the aforementioned metal tin.

He’s been smart enough to put your small kitchen table between you either way, preventing any sudden lunging activity from you.

He never once turns his back on you, not even his face. His eyes are still locked on you, sending shivers down your body, making sure you don’t try anything… Not that you’d be stupid enough to dare.

He finally grabs the repurposed butter cookie tin and sets it next to him on the counter before grabbing the pistol once more and aiming it at you. “Metal spoon.” He demands.

“Over there… second drawer from the left…” You point discreetly at the drawer by the stove. 

“Get one.” He demands again and so you do, hands raised, taking very tentative steps across the kitchen, your heavy snow boots thudding against the floor.

Carefully, you lower your hand and pull open the drawer. Before you can even try to grab a spoon, you hear him bark at you again. “Only a spoon. Don’t try to grab a knife.” He warns you. 

Nodding very slowly, you reach inside the drawer and retrieve a metal table spoon and show it to him. “Stove.” He orders you again.

“Heat it up?” You ask softly and he grunts in what you assume is confirmation as he nods curtly at you. “I need matches.” You point at the drawer again and very slowly fetch the box of matches before closing the drawer.

Turning very carefully toward the old stove, you turn one of the knobs and strike a match, lighting the burner before extinguishing the match. “Heat the handle.” He demands and you nod in understanding as you peek at him sheepishly.

Slowly, you grip the spoon by the bowl and hold the metal handle over the flame, moving it ever so slightly to ensure an even heating up of the tip, your eyes locked on the flame and the slowly reddening type of the metal spoon.

While your back is turned, you can hear some rustling and a heavy thud on the floor. You assume he’s getting rid of his heavy gear in order to patch himself up… “Hurry up.” He barks.

“I can’t speed up the fire.” You reply softly, too afraid to speak too loud. 

“Watch your tongue, or else I’ll cut it off.” He adds, his voice grunted through as you hear some more rustling. His threat was enough to send chills down your spine and sent you back into muteness. 

Another minute or so later, you can feel the heat spreading across the whole spoon and even the bowl is too hot to hold. “It’s ready.”

“Move, quick.” He demands and you turn to face him, finding him still in the same spot, across the kitchen, leaning against the wall. He’s shed his plate vest, and undone the zipper of his flight suit, removing the sleeves and leaving it to hang around his hip. That exposes his torso completely, per lack of any undershirts or other layers. You wonder how he hasn’t frozen out there in just a flight suit…

The sight of him is so shocking and… disgusting. You feel your stomach turning, the warm meal you had an hour ago threatening to come out the way it came. He’s covered in scars, his chest speckled in patches of red skin or pale, melaninless skin, something you can only assume are burn scars.

The right half of his torso is covered in dried blood, sporting a hapharzard, thick suture that you can only assume he did a few days ago considering how swollen and red the skin around it is… Infected.

And, of course, the pouring, wet, red blood that escapes from his left side… It looks like he took a gash on it… maybe a gunshot, maybe an explosion, who’s to say… But he’s definitely got a hole and he’s leaking like a faucet.

“MOVE!” He barks at you, causing you to jump, startled out of from your shock-induced trance and you quickly rush over. He grabs the spoon from you with more aggression than you expected and shoves you away with a swift elbow to your side, to force you away from him. You fall on your ass, grunting softly upon landing. 

When you were younger, kids used to joke that all your fat would serve as an airbag in the case of a car crash, but the truth is, as you landed on the floor, you ass and legs hurt… As did you side from the elbow you took to it.

Your eyes well up in tears at the soreness on your body, as well as the sound that escapes him and reverberates through your kitchen as he sticks the red-hot spoon handle onto his open wound, gritting his teeth behind his mask as he cauterizes the wound shut. The sound is terrifying, like a gurgle mixed with a shout and an animalistic growl. (find the scream inspo here) 

You don’t want to look. But he’s doing this inches away from your face. You can’t help but watch in horror.

HIs legs shake underneath him and he struggles to keep himself upright but succeeds by landing his elbow and forearm on the edge of the counter. The hand that’s holding the pistol, the left one, flexes around the handle, fingers trembling with the pain. He struggles to stay on his feet as his right hand keeps softly twisting the spoon handle in his wound before pulling it out.

He grunts as he lets the bloody spoon fall on the floor at his feet and his head falls back with a couple more grunts and huffs, resting on the upper cabinets, his right hand clutching the wound again for a moment. You’re sobbing on the floor. Something about the sight you just got broke your resolve for a moment. You’re afraid… Very much so.

Just as you’re trying to calm yourself down, crawling backward over to the table to use a table as support to stand up from the floor, the sewing supplies tin crashes onto the floor at your feet with a ruckus so loud you can’t help but squeal.

Looking up at him, you notice him glaring at you. “Suture.” He demands angrily.

“I-” You attempt to speak but you can’t. Too afraid and too choked up to succeed in more than a light stammer.

“SUTURE!” He repeats his demand, his voice loud and sending chills to the innermost part of you as he leans forward a bit to look at you.

“STOP YELLING AT ME!” You shout in return through whimpers and whines.

“Stop crying. You have no reason to cry yet.” He warns you, his voice bitter and mean.

Your whole body quakes as you sob and scramble up on all fours, to grab the tin of sewing supplies from the floor.  You pop it open with shaky hands and rummage inside, searching for your pink pin cushion and, upon finding it, you plucked out a needle.

“You’re scaring me…” You were able to get out through trembling lips as you grab a spool of black thread.

“We will do much worse than scare you if you don’t start moving faster.” He tells you. “Do not test my capacity for violence.” He adds. “Now move.”

Slowly, you crawl over to him and kneel between his parted legs. You’re so close, you can smell him… And he smells gross… He reeks of sweat and piss, which mixes with the metallic scent of his blood, and gunpowder that lingers on his flightsuit which he now wears as pants only.

Your trembling form makes you struggle to thread the needle but after a few attempts, you succeed and unfurl much more thread than you’d realistically need. While you do so, his pistol changes grips and his right hand holds it aimed right at your head.

Slowly, you push the needle through his skin, grimacing at the wet noise it makes as you drag it through and you hold back a gag and a sob as you try your best to suture him shut. 

You don’t know much about medicine… But you’re pretty sure you’re supposed to do a ladder stitch so you can pull the thread taut at the end and ensure the injury closes… So that’s what you start doing, trying your best to not tremble all the way through it.

He’s holding himself surprisingly calmly through it as you stab his skin/wound multiple times… You risk looking up at him, your eyes still teary, your lips trembling, your face red from holding back tears and a gag. 

All you find is a pair of soulless blue eyes staring down at you through the two holes of that mask. They seem as cold and unforgiving as the snow outside… They’re bloodshot and the pupils are dilated. And he seems to be looking at you with a predatory gaze that makes you feel small and insignificant.

"Who are you...?" You ask tentatively, surprising yourself at how small your voice sounded, how meek.

"Nobody." He reply  as he leaned the pistol against your temple. “Finish.” He demands. 

Gulping and nodding, you finish the stitching and pull it taut, which earns you a hiss from him. You tie off the thread and snip it off with a pair of little scissors from the sewing supply box.

Just as you’re about to pull away from him, the needle between your pointer and middle fingers and your hands raised in an act of peace, he pistol whips you across the temple.

You squeal in pain, and throw your hands on the floor to support yourself from fully falling on your side, losing the needle somewhere in the tile floor of the kitchen. Your eyes are cloudy with tears again as you whimper in pain, unaware of what caused that violence. 

Is he going to kill you? Steal from you? Make you prisoner in your own home?

“Don’t move.” He demands. “It’s not finished.” He warns you as you struggle to get back on your sore knees.

You watch in horror as he shifts position, to no longer be kneeling on his elbow on the counter, and instead straightens up. His right hand continues pointing the gun at you and, very slowly, the left inches his flight suit down some more.

Slowly, you’re exposed to the sight a large gash across his left thigh, that draws down diagonally to his left knee which is swollen red and bruised…

As well as an obvious lack of underwear and a semi-hardened cock laying against his right thigh, the hilt surrounded by bushy blonde pubes. Your eyes double in size and you have to once again contain yourself from gagging and crying in disgust.

“Get back to work.” He demands as he points at the wounds on his leg. “And don't you dare cry." He adds. "Or else I'll give you other reasons to cry about.” He warns as his hand glides over his cock.

This is fully inspired by the beautiful work written by @391780, gotta love all the nikto ficlets and all the fat!reader stuff! Also wrote this a bit as a request by @ms-rayray who asked me for fat!reader stuff, and also a shoutout to @xxshadowbabexx and her eternal love for nikto.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The Drunken Czar

Featuring Russian President, Boris Yeltsin

Back in 1994, I was involved in an international incident of sorts with former President of Russia, Boris Yeltsin during his visit to Washington. By that time, Yeltsin was already well known for his alcoholism problem. You can see videos of him stumbling at public events, often being helped to regain his balance by assistants. He also exhibited inappropriate behavior on camera, such as when he pinched a couple of female secretaries in front of reporters. These antics have now become a part of his legacy as a world leader.

I was a college student working part-time to pay the bills and I had just picked up my pizza order and was a few blocks away from my apartment.

"That smell mighty good my friend!" A Russian accented voice called behind and caused me to jump in surprise, as I was so focused on my trip home. I turned around and found myself eye to eye with an older gentleman.

He was in his sixties and from the vodka bottle in his hand, bloodshot eyes and his slurred speech that he had been drinking. If it had been a younger person, I would have just ignored him and went on my way. But the old man was chubby and his paunch made him very attractive to me. I thought I recognized him, but then it hit me who he was… Boris Yeltsin.

"Yes sir, and it tastes better than it smells. Would you like to come to my place and try one?" I replied without thinking. I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming toward the old man’s crotch, but his slacks were too loose to reveal what secrets they covered.

"Yes, my friend. I believe I will, thank you." He said as he staggered toward me. But caught him and put my arm around him to give him support. Yeltsin sighed and got a whiff of vodka on his breath as put his hands behind my neck regain his balance. I squirmed to rearrange myself as my underwear got a bit crowded as my guest and I head to my apartment.

Upon entering, I handed him a slice, the old man gobbled it up like a kid. As he sat there eating, and I tried to figure out how to get him back where he's supposed to be, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was a beautiful old man, baby blue eyes that twinkled, ruff and rugged lines in his face coupled with a smile that made my heart flutter. I was in heaven! I was ready to give up my left hand to sleep with him (I wish).

We sat there at the kitchen table and finished the bottle of wisky while solving the problems of the world. In conversation, I found out that Yeltsin was quite the charmer, in his own unsubtle way. He asked me about what I do and if I was dating. I was honest, telling him I was gay and I like older men. Then I waited for him to explode in anger, but he didn't react except to take another big swallow from the bottle of vodka.

By that time, the vodka had made me a little tipsy, and I showed out a bit, but he really ate it up. He asked if I love to suck cock to which I answered yes. We were having a genuinely great time. And surprisingly, he told me about how his wife would never go down on him and that it was something he thought he would have liked.

"You want to suck my cock? I've always wanted to see how it felt to have my dick sucked by a man." He surprisingly asked before he turned up his bottle and didn’t take it from his lips until it was completely empty.

My heart stopped beating then started again only to beat a thousand times a second. He had meant what he said. Then he staggered to his feet, almost falling, but caught himself by grabbing the table.

"Yes.. are you sure? I said, reaffirming his question as I moved around and put my arm around him to give him support.

"YES!" He said in bravado, placing his hands on my shoulders.

How lucky could I be. Boris was the epitome of a horny old man and he was primed for action. I was nervous and almost hyperventilating as we headed down my hallway. When I got him to my bedroom, I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off and then his boxer shorts followed by unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. Yeltsin didn't disappoint. From beneath his binding briefs he released a hefty set of low hangers and a thick cock with bulbous head that bobbed above. He took me in his arms and pulled me close to probe my mouth with his tongue and grasped my ass in one of his meaty palms.

Then gently placing his other upon the crown of my head, he commanded me, without words, to my knees and I grasped his cock in hand, eagerly taking Yeltsin’s dick in my mouth. I didn’t care if the old man was drunk; sucking his dick excited me tremendously, so much so that my own dick grew hard. And I also quickly realized that I couldn’t take the old man’s entire dick into my mouth. His cock was just too big for me to handle. But, God, did I love sucking on it.

“You love sucking my cock, don't you?" He said, slurring his words so badly that I could hardly understand him.

Now clutching the sides of my head, Yeltsin proceeded to moan softly as he pump my face with deep thrusts. I struggled to breathe and released his cock to bathe his balls with my tongue, admiring their weight in my hand.

Eventually, Yeltsin laid me on my back and surprisingly took me in his mouth, eventually rotating into 69 position. He lubed his finger and began to probe my ass, inserting one and then another to stretch me. It wasn't often that a man went there, but I was prepared to give it to him. He turned to position himself between my legs, raising my legs and prepared to fuck me. Yeltsin rubbed the head of his cock around my ass hole then pressed firmly in.

"Такой тугой (So tight)." He said as he put more pressure on his cock and sent it deep into my asshole.

The initial spread of my sphincter hurt at first, but he took his time and moaned as he rolled his eyes upon full entry into my ass. Pressing into me till his hips were against my ass holding it for a moment the pulling out and driving back in. The old Russian was panting and looking at me with a hungry desire, like I was a meal and he was starving, before picking up speed until he was ramming his thick dick in and out of my asshole. I loved it as I was doing what little I could to fuck back from my position. He kept fucking me hard and deep making me scream out.

"Oh God you're so fucking big! YESYESYES! Fuck me damn it FUCK ME! Damn it, fuck my hole! Own it! CUM!"

Yeltsin didn't say a word, he just pounded my ass hole with his cock. His big balls swayed and slapped with the rhythm of his bulk as his girth forced my body higher up on the mattress. I felt myself about to cum and tried to say something but it was too late. My cum shot up between us, hitting Yeltsin in the chest. He just groaned and fucked me harder and harder, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, it felt so good. He was going faster and faster, I was only screaming louder and louder each time he went in me.

Yeltsin's cock swelled slightly and his rhythm became erratic, my dick was vibrating with excitement and my balls were tight to my body waiting to cum. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the top of my shoulder and pulled down on me as he rammed his cock violently into me. I felt him cuming. I lay unmoving, enjoying the delicate feeling of his cum flowing in my ass as he stroked in me slowly.

Then he pulled his cock out and got off me. Without saying another work he wiped himself and me off with a towel that I had by the bed and lay back down. But even as I sat up on the bed, Yeltsin was snoring. He had passed out. I followed his lead and fell asleep.

After a couple of hours, I awoke to Yeltsin gone. Later, I would find out that Secret Service agents discovered Yeltsin alone on Pennsylvania Avenue, still drunk, clad in his underwear, yelling for a taxi before they rescued him and quietly returned him to his residence. The incident happened during Yeltsin and Clinton’s first meeting in Washington in September 1994. Although there were glancing media reports about it over the years, it wasn’t widely reported on until 2009. Now you know the whole story.

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

~ ❦ Happy 129th Birthday to Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia! Born: November 16th 1895 ~

~ To celebrate her birthday here is an edit (made by me using CapCut Pro) and some of my favorite quotes said by her ♡

❦ “Sleep well and have a good dream, i.e. Nik[olai]. Dm. [Demenkov - Maria's crush] (idiot)…Well, good night, I kiss you and pat you on your chubby, appetising cheeks.” - O to M, 13th Nov. 1914

❦ "I am sitting in Mr. Gilliard's rooms near the door of his water-closet where Trina's little nasty girl Katya is sitting locked in by Anastasia and myself. We've just drawn her along the dark passage and pushed her in." O to Nicholas, 9 Oct. 1915

❦ “… Austria declared war on us. Bastards” - O’s diary, 24 July 1914

❦ “…Regards to Nikolai Pavlovich. Tell him that he is because he did not even write once…” - O to Nicholas, 21 June 1915

❦ “Olga Nikolaevna threw all her things around from delight, and threw a pillow up on a top shelf. She felt feverish and she jumped around: “‘Can someone have a stroke at 20 years old? I think I am having a stroke!’” Memoirs of Valentina Ivanovna Chebotareva

❦ “…all (was/ as usual, a lot of running around, but I love it. Makes me feel like I am accomplishing something…” O’s diary, 11 Sept. 1916

❦ “Father asks to have it passed on to all who have remained loyal to him and to those on whom they might have influence, that they not avenge him; he has forgiven and prays for everyone; and not to avenge themselves, but to remember that the evil which is now in the world will become yet more powerful, and that it is not evil that conquers evil, but only love.” - Olga basically writing NAOTMAA’s last will and testament 1918

✧.* ♡ *.✧

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Alex Samuels at Daily Kos:

Vice President JD Vance just got slammed by his cousin who fought on the front lines in Ukraine to defend it from Russia’s invasion. In an interview with French newspaper Le Figaro, Nate Vance accused the vice president and President Donald Trump of turning the U.S. into “useful idiots” for Russian dictator Vladimir Putin. Further, the 47-year-old Texas native said he was “disappointed” in JD Vance, who Nate Vance said is usually “good” and “intelligent,” even if those qualities have never been apparent to voters or even Trump.

“When he criticized aid to Ukraine, I told myself that it was because he had to please a certain electorate and that it was a political game,” Nate Vance said. “But what they did to Zelensky was an ambush of absolute bad faith.” By that, Nate Vance was referring to a late February meeting between Trump, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, and JD Vance where the vice president helped Trump ridicule the U.S. ally as they talked in the Oval Office. Not only did JD Vance break out in a chuckle when a reporter for a conservative news outlet asked why Zelenskyy wasn’t wearing a suit—a decision Zelenskyy has been very clear about—but also the vice president berated him for not being more gracious about receiving U.S. military support.  Since then, Trump suspended military and intelligence support to Ukraine in its war against Russia, which has emboldened the latter country to “really step up the attacks,” according to a former U.S. national security official who spoke with CBS News.

“When JD justified his distrust of Zelensky by the ‘reports’ he had seen, I thought I was going to choke,” Nate Vance said. “His own cousin was on the frontline. I could have told him the truth, plain and simple, without any personal agenda. He never tried to find out more.” [...] To be sure, what happened in Ukraine after Russia invaded in 2022 was nothing short of a tragedy. Schools were bombed. Millions have been displaced. And there was a staggering death toll. But the Trump administration has made overt overtures with Putin, whose decision to invade Ukraine violated international law. In one of his more outrageous claims, Trump also falsely referred to Zelenskyy as a “dictator.” During his interview, Nate Vance expressed disappointment with his first cousin. “You’re family but that doesn’t mean I’m going to accept the fact that you’re getting my comrades killed,” he said. Nate Vance left the Ukrainian war in January, after JD Vance was sworn in as vice president, and kept his relationship with him under wraps due to possible repercussions of being captured. Nate Vance said he’s tried to reach out to his cousin but hasn’t received a response. Perhaps that’s because the vice president has other matters to attend to, such as responding to the memes spread on social media where his face has been digitally altered to give him cartoonishly chubby cheeks. 

Nate Vance has honor. JD Vance has none. 🇺🇦

[madammidnightsblog]

Warning: None, pure fluff. Fem! reader, pale & chubby reader (sorry for the poc and masc! readers)

It was Christmas leave for most soldiers and Nikolai was one of them that was able to return home. The beautiful snowy woods that surrounded his hidden home in Plyos, Russia was comfortable and overall soothing as he slept in his big bed. Thick blankets and many soft pillows covered the bed and cage him in as he laid on the right side of the bed facing the door and the deep snores of his filled the quiet cabin. The large windows behind him shows the beautiful woods of his backyard that was covered in snow as it fell, the thick white blanket softly glowing in the morning light and lighting the dark bedroom slightly.

The bulky Russian laid on his side with one arm under a pillow where he had a Glock hidden under and the other hand resting on the blanket. His bare torso exposed to the chilly air of the bedroom but didn’t mind as it made it more comfortable for him. But the smaller body behind him didn’t agree with that statement as she moved closer to him, her small arms wrapped around his waist and buried herself closer to him as she wore one of his long sleeves' shirts to bed. A tiny whine left her as the cold nipped her ears and cheeks while her long brown hair was sprawled out on the pillows under her head, and she tightened her hold onto him while she slept behind him.

Feeling the movement behind him, it made the Russian stir awake with a deep yawn. His eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light that flooded the room from behind him as his right hand sluggishly moved down to hold the small woman's cold hands. A smile appeared on his lips as he felt her instinctively scooted closer to him in her sleep, knowing she wasn't built for the cold unlike him and seek for his warmth. Nikolai ran warm all year long and during the winter, he was a living and constant furnace for the woman behind him. Turning his head, he blinked slowly as the sunlight blinded him slightly before he was able to look at the beautiful wife of his behind him and seeing how her pale cheeks were pinkish from the cold which made him chuckle as he knew she would be complaining once she wakes.

"зайчонок.." He softly called out, his voice deep and raspy from sleep which made his sweet wife whine. She was obviously not ready to wake up, but he needed to start the fire to warm the house. He didn't want his little rabbit to freeze. "Wake up."

"No." She whined and nuzzled her face into his back, breathing in his scent and just clinging to him as not only was she's cold, but she missed him dearly. He was gone for nearly a year, and she missed cuddling her husband so ever since he came home last Saturday, she's been clinging to him. And he couldn't be upset about it.

Another chuckle left him, and he gently shifted to lay on his back, smiling while he pulled her to lay her head on his chest and allowing her to cuddle more. If she wanted to cuddle, then he could spare another hour of being in bed because he also missed her. She was the reason he even moved to Plyos in the first place as he is born and raised in Leningrad Oblast, he just visited Plyos about four years ago for a concert from his favorite Russian rock band. He had no intentions to move there or even fall in love, he was someone that thought he was married to his job. That was until he walked into this cute little family-owned bakery and met the beautiful woman behind him.

Nikolai was starstruck when he saw the cute and small woman the moment he saw her, seeing her chubby cheeks all red from the heat of the bread oven and her adorable plush body dressed in a beautiful forest green cottage dress. The way her soft fat was held under the fabric with the long white apron had his heart fluttering, her long brown hair pulled back in a messy bun was enough to make him crave to run his fingers through it, and that sweet smile she gave him as she greeted him had him weak to the knees. Nikolai wasn't a man that fell easily and that day, he fell harder than he ever had. And he made every excuse he could to return there for every little thing, for the four days he was there, he returned to speak to her and see her smile before he left. Her number saved in his phone as he got back on the train that took him home.

"Alright but only for a little while, родная." He whispered softly, smiling down at her as she buried her face into his chest, the soft hair there tickled her nose which made her nuzzle more. His eyes filled with love as he watched her sleep, and he gently raked his fingers through her hair, painting this moment in the back of his head so he'll remember it when he leaves.

[bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry]

Hey guys look! Glittery mess au character designs!!!

Earth with and without her cardigan, I really wanted to go with a chubby body type for her because I think it’s so cute when she is drawn chubby!

Also Nexus!! Don’t worry he is good in this AU, he is their cousin from Russia, why Russia?? Because imagining him with a heavy Russian accent is fun! He got man tiddies!

Also I think he would have left Russia because well yeeeeaaah…

vvv Also the Creator aka the parent of Moon, Earth and I guess Sun? (Adoptive parent) vvv

She is a kind old lady who loves to spoil her kids (including Sun) and her grandchildren, she is a nice one and she doesn’t like the other Creators

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

My Fanfic Recommendations

So, since its been a while since I've done a little side thing, here's a fun one.

Like the title says; this is a list of fanfics I would recommend for hetalia fans. Its a mix of reader inserts and completed/unfinished works and various of 1p and 2p things.

Alot of these works are old and I have a couple more sites to scour through for my favorite fics to recommend. So, please enjoy this list and keep an eye on it, because it will be updated.

Feel free to contact me with your own recommendations. I would love to see more lists like this.

(And turns out there is a link limit for other sites so, use the titles and authors wisely. Or let me know the work around.)

KEY:

Purple - Quotev

Pink - Wattpad

Ao3 - Red

Devianart - Green (Coming Soon)

Fanfiction.Net - Blue (Coming Soon)

FINISHED

AWARE Yandere Video Game Italy by starry

                Bad (Criminal!2p!America x Reader) by Ronibear

                Basement Bs by GUTS

                Bloody Sunflowers: Yandere Russia x Country Reader by BigSisterOfHetalia and mikey

                Cold Turkey (Cheater!2p America x Reader) by Lalagirl979

                Cliché by CheezIts aka @Opticfile

                Christmas Gift (2p! Canada x Reader) by Why am I here again

                Drinking Problems by Author Reinvented

                Fire Hazard by GUTS

Five Nights with Monsters 2p Hetaloids FNAF Crossover x Reader by Damaged

                Forced Family by Author Reinvented

                Four Times Canada Hurt America and One Time He Didn’t by Author Reinvented

                Girl Bossing With Luciano by GUTS

                Good Boy Bad Boy by Author Reinvented

                Heart Never Forgets Yandere America x Reader by Alfredosauce

Island Escapade 2p America x Reader by Alfredosauce (also on deviant art and on tumblr)

                Maybe by Ghosted Goose

                Mother of Two Little Monsters by Hetalian4Ever

                Poking The Bear by rowan

                Russia vs Hamster by Author Reinvented

                Russia Please by Author Reinvented

                The Phantom Thief by Author Reinvented

                The Place Beyond the Pines by Alfredosauce

                What Makes Me Human America x Reader x 2p America by Alfredosauce

                Who’s The Bad Guy by Alfredosauce

                Winning by Author Reinvented

                Yandereish AI Canada x Shy and Bullied Reader by TheGirlThatDoesStuff

                Yandere!Hetalia x Reader (One shot) by b-honeybunny

                Yandere Hetalia x Nation Reader by SugarBonBon

                Yandere Hetalia x Nation Reader Part 2 by SugarBonBon

                Yandere AI America x Reader by TheGirlThatDoesStuff

                Cherry Crimson by Luna

                Sweet and Darling by Post-Moe

               The Strong and The Silent by thatanimeramenchick

                Wax Wings by CaptainMeriderp

Honey, I forgot the kid by AphTeavana

Our Beautiful Neighbourhood by Pastaaddict

Becoming Crazy by NorthoftheNorth

2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ: Quando a Roma by jessi201

                This Means War by milopottz

Until I Met You (America x Chubby!Reader x Yandere!2P!America) by burgersnscones

The Name Game by zanier

UNFINISHED (Poss. in the works or left in hiatus)

                Coffee Shop Alleyways (2p!Hetalia x Reader) by GladyDepressed

Cheater!2p!America x Reader by t

                Chance by Ghosted Goose

                Delinquent 2p Hetalia x Reader by Eden and Rose

                Dog Hetalia x Reader x Cat 2p Hetalia by Purvis-Anime

                Feli’s Pizzeria 2p1p Hetalia x Reader by (No Creator Listed)

Monsters at Home? 2p and 1p Hetalia x Reader by Damaged

                 For the Better by Rozene

                Found Ya! Stalker 2p America x Reader by (Creator Not Listed)

                 Hetalia Mysteries by Ronnie

                Hetalia x FNAF Crossover by Deactivating soon PSA

                Hetalia Kidnapped by nevah tellin

                Instincts Hybrid Hetalia x Reader

                Human by auburn

                Hum Hallelujah by Lady of the Falling Leaves

                Hotel Insomnia: Yandere Elite AU Various APH by starry

                Hold On Till May 2pAmerica x Reader by KiwiNix

                Maybe V2 by Ghosted Goose

                Moon of Sin 2p Canada x Reader by AphDrabbles

                Murderous Love by PoisonApple

                My Better Half by Ghosted Goose

                My Other Half Rewrite by Ghosted Goose

                Oblivion by Ghosted Goose

                Parental Caution Advised: Father 2p S. Italy by starry

                Possession 2p Hetalia x Reader by Pamet

                Prince Meets Commoner Hetalia x Reader by P R I S I M

                Reader-chan and the Chocolate Factory by (Creator Not Listed)

                Run Away: Country Yandere Hetalia x Country Reader by jelly girl454

                Run Just Run by Teddy

                Runaway Baby – Sequel to Bad by Ronibear

                Smoky French Cafes by Eros Errors

                Stalked By A Cold Blooded Murderer by Nightmare Angel

                Sweet As Cupcakes: 2pEngland x Reader by DrownedTrying

                The Monsters in Us All: Dark Yandere Hetalia x Reader by Shini-chan

                This is all my 1ps fault by Hi

                This is old by rain

                Tili-Tili-Bom by mads

                Twist of Fate by Lady of the Falling Leaves

                Virtual 2p by Seaslug Sloot

                Were all Criminals Here: 2p Hetalia x Reader by Hailey

When Evil Comes to Town by VillainousVixen

                World of Evil: Various 2p Countries x Reader by Shadows

                Rise of Insanity by Elaine and Withlovecomesharmony

                Buttons by (Creator Unlisted)

I bought an obsessive psychopath(es) by Anonymous

Mix up by Anonymous

                Why me? I'm just a regular Beta By Anonymous

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                All of My Dreams Are Nightmares [Dark! Dream/Nightmare! America x Reader] by Otaku

                Canada’s Secret by Author Reinvented

                Five Nights at Feliciano’s by Jinx

                Hetalia x Reader ONE SHOTS by Alfredosauce

                Lore of the Land by Eros Errors

                Husband Germany X Chubby Wife Reader X Jealous 2p Germany by Kami catt

                Misc Hetalia 2p Oneshots by Eros Errors

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[weirdscience0113]

I wonder if Ivan ever had a lanky phase growing up because the mental picture of Russia but lanky is very funny to me

I ALWAYS THINK THIS. I need to draw it but I have a very specific headcanon of his life cycle in my brain. I think he was a chubby and stout little kid, shot up into a lanky awkward teen to early 20s ish , then beefed up and sort of generally widened from there WHBWWNMWMWM. I want to draw him in his awkward lanky phase. I feel like he would be so cute and goofy looking