#nyotalia x reader

[worldheadcanons]

☆ come on barbie, let’s go party!

requested by @chocolatecat777! feminine, raquelle!reader. starring . . . classic barbie, nyo!america. fandom masterlist found here. 🇺🇸 . . . author notes: i’m in love with this concept!!! expect barbie!reader sometime between v-day requests & other personal projects. and, if this is well received, i’ll expand on the dynamic some more :) might even explore other characters (like, imagine nyo italy as artist barbie!). feel free to pitch ideas!

amelia jones!

— “hey! you’re coming to my party tonight, right?” amelia asked, her smile as big and bright as it always was. she wasstereotypical barbie, so it only made sense that her cheeks were so rosy and her teeth were so white. still, you absolutely hated it. everything about her made your stomach churn with this… indescribable feeling. it was the same sort of tension you felt when you laughed too hard, but combined with a nauseating jittery feeling. it happened whenever you saw amelia and it disgusted you. she disgusted you. oh, how you despised her.

— you lowered your shades, looking at her over the lenses. she caught you while you were shopping for a new pair of shoes (curse your need for purple wedges!). “as if,” you scoffed, “who wants to go to your boring party, amelia?” you thought that would show her. you thought it would at least make her frown.

— you were wrong! she merely chuckled, taking hold of your right hand. “well, i’d love to see you there.” the blonde gave your hand a good squeeze. with her lips still curled into a smile, she moved her blue eyes to meet yours. “promise me you’ll think about it?”

— you were almost certain she’d done some sort of pink and glittery witchcraft to make her eyes shine so bright. a manipulation spell perhaps.. maybe you should research it for yourself, finally steal away that boyfriend of hers. well, they weren’t really dating, but they were close! anyways, you would’ve planned it out, but it’s really hard to think with her enchanted eyes staring, making your skin flush. you rolled your eyes, breaking eye contact. “…i’ll think about it.”

— and that’s how you found yourself here. amelia’s dreamhouse is huge, far bigger than your own. and her friends? allpretty. the music is up loud, bass booming in a manner that begs to be danced to. you’re above all that bumping and grinding, however, hanging around the outskirts of the party with a small red solo cup in your hand full of soda. you watch all the other party goers dance, arms partially crossed. you just have class, that’s all. besides, you’d be so mad if someone spilled a drink on the outfit you specifically curated to make amelia jealous. and take her almost-boyfriend of course.

— studded flare jeans that hug the curve of your hips, a purple spaghetti strap camisole top, a cute jean jacket, and new purple wedges. that’s what the blonde took in as she walked over, looking you up and down. “i’m glad you could make it — you look really pretty,” she says, beaming. of course, she’s decked out in pink. her almost-boyfriend trails behind her, waving hi.

— “i know,” you reply simply, leaning over to eye her almost-boyfriend. you wave back, winking.

— she scoots to the side, blocking your view after catching you winking. “you haven’t been dancing,” she points out, “any reason for that?”

— “i don’t have anyone to dance with,” you excuse yourself, one hand on your hip. “no one’s met my standards yet.” you finish your drink, setting your empty cup down on the floor. sure, you’re littering, but you’re littering on amelia’s patio so you don’t really feel bad.

— “what about me?” she offers. when you raise your eyebrow, confused, she merely takes your hands and leads you to the floor. she’s surprisingly strong… or maybe you were just caught off guard and your legs followed hers out of shock. “you look really good tonight,” she repeats, holding you by the hips. she sways to the music, no longer beaming but seeming more hesitant. observing.

— “i already said i know. thanks,” you mutter, huffing. you held your arms crossed for a minute before resigning to do a little dancing. this seems to please her well enough, as she stops holding you close to her and gives you some freedom to move.

— “i only mean that,” she begins before shaking her head. she looks up at you with a smile. “it’s nothing.” for a few moments, the music is all you can hear. it switches to something more sensual, though still fast paced. just amelia’s style, you suppose. the thought makes you scrunch up your nose. she’s ridiculous. you barely notice her raising one of your hands up in the air with hers. as the beat goes on, she turns her back to you and begins rolling her hips, grooving to the beat. it’s not technically dirty but… you can’t move your eyes off her ass….

— “what are you doing?” you ask, interlacing your fingers with her. force of habit, surely.

— “dancing,” she replies, looking over her shoulder at you. “do you want me to stop?”

— your face grows red as her blue eyes bore into yours. fucking pink witch. “no,” you mutter, squeezing her hand. “go on, dance.” with your permission, she keeps on going. her hips rock, her hair bounces, her ass jiggles — you’re not sure why you notice that last thing — she’s having a good time. you smile just a little, swaying your body along with her. unbeknownst to everyone, even you… you were having a pretty good time too. you’d definitely be coming to her next party.

[crimson-kisses]

I'd love to see something about Monika in regards to the last post on pleasurable needs. I don't know what your limits are on this blog, but feel free to make it as spicy as you'd like ;) Even if she may not as extreme as her male counterpart, I could imagine her feeling a twinge of sadistic pleasure when seeing her darling writhing under her, lost between panic and lust ;)

Sometimes Ludwig helps to satisfy her pent-up energy, but she does have her own sadistic tendencies and can be just as lewd as her male counterpart. I would love to delve into these concepts!! 🐝✨ I hope I didn’t misunderstand the question (?)

Warnings: General yandere themes, dub/non-con, attempt at smut, it’s not that bad or good ig. Please give your opinions!

🇩🇪

Federiges Vergnügen.

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t lusting over you as Ludwig definitely was, she was simply taking her time, wanting to make you feel comfortable and her protectiveness towards you always seemed to tug at her heartstrings whenever you got too nervous near her and Ludwig.

Monika always prioritized your well-being above all else. She couldn't help but take days off work to observe and take care of you at home. Whether it was ensuring you got out of bed instead of staying depressed or giving you proper bathing sessions, she was always there for you.

At times, it made you feel quite humiliated. She wasn't unintelligent; she could easily discern your feelings through your body language and the disdainful expression on your face. However, you probably felt more at ease with her than with Ludwig. You always stood close to her and preferred talking to her whenever you needed something. The man was upset about this, but Monika reassured him, promising to find a way for both of you to become closer.

It was a lively party with loud music playing from the speakers. Your head was pounding, and the dress you wore felt tight and uncomfortable. After the party ended, you recall being pulled through the crowd of nations and their darlings by Ludwig and Monika. It only made you feel worse about your own situation.

You felt as if your legs were jelly, swaying around and stumbling into furniture, you didn’t know when but soon enough you ended up in the bedroom.

You also remember feeling bothered after the party, where you encountered many attractive individuals and witnessed several inappropriate incidents. In your intoxicated state, you found yourself exploring your own body with your hands, unable to resist the urge. You struggled to release the mounting pressure that seemed persistent. 

Sleep soon took over for a while, that is until you felt a weight on the bed and your eyes shot open. 

The sight spread goosebumps over your body, hazy aquamarine eyes stared right into your soul, a sloppy grin full of teeth which seemed ready to tear apart your flesh, Monika seemed deranged, her hands inching towards your limbs and securing them above your head despite your sluggish struggling, you could barely see Ludwig behind her, who simply continued to enjoy what he was seeing.

"W-wait… Monika, please stop," your voice was hoarse, and thirst burned your throat as you tried to struggle more violently. "Let go…"

The strong woman above you let out a gentle sigh, her arm muscles flexing as she tightened her grip. She stared at you, observing the fear in your face and the tears forming intricate patterns. She marveled at how you always managed to make her fall in love with you over and over again.

Suddenly, a finger shot up above your lips, prompting you to not make a sound and you complied, although a sobbing sound escaped your lips pretty soon. One which she wanted to touch, touch your skin and hear your heart beating. She waited for so long, simply wanted to kiss you and just love you the best way she could.

She chuckled lowly, for some reason it making you dread the moment even more, fingers inching towards her ribbon around her waist, she took it and began to tie your hands together, clasping them firmly as she could, ignoring the way your begging slipping from your lips. Oh, it sounded like music.

it was probably the massive amount of alcohol in her system but good grief did lust seem to brim in her body. Quickly her hands shot up to your waist, her legs spread above it, her fingers gently traced your skin, jostling up your nerves as your back arched from the simple touch. 

So sensitive, so soft, so delicate.

Monika lowered herself just enough so that she could place her lips on your neck, proceeding to leave traces of her cherry red lipstick, yours soon smeared as she hastily began to plant kisses all over your face, she didn’t want to overwhelm you with a French kiss! Oh, she wanted you to simply feel her love. It could wait!

She took her time to take in your scent, hand buried in your hair as she breathed in near your neck, making you feel more squeamish, hands pressed up against her chest to no avail. Monika slightly blushed at the contact, then began to take off her dress, simply tossing it to the side and then proceeding to pull your body closer to hers, hands roaming your backside as she then made you sit up above her, unable to balance yourself properly, your face smashed into her chest, startling the both you.

Soon enough, she was holding you tight against her, her knee easily parting your legs and next thing you know, it slammed right into your core, making you moan in pain and the quick burst of pleasure which bloomed in your core, at least Monika had the decency to be startled as she quickly cooed and cupped your butt with both of her hands.

Your face was burning with embarrassment but also with pleasure as her fingers got to work, massaging your behind as they hesitantly worked their way to the hem of your pants, making you pause.

Looking at her with wide eyes, you gasped as you were thrown on your back, laying below her once again, Monika seemed to be apprehensive as if something was bothering her. She huffed, brows furrowed and then sighed lowly.

Damn it, she wanted to go slow but— it was so frustrating to not go all out! Monika cursed internally but instead gave you a fond look, trying to calm you down but also thinking just how far could she break you so easily and—

“Are you going to keep shuffling around the both of you or get to it already?", Ludwig drawled out the question with a teasing tone and Monika hissed at him to shut up, prompting a chuckle.

Soon enough, as many times she had done so during your bathing sessions, she skillfully and carefully removed your dress and then your bra, of course you struggled but Monika had a newfound energy which overcame your strength. Tying your hands again with her ribbon, placing them above your head, she began to take off your stockings.

Her hands tracing over your naked thighs, squeezing all the thick parts she could find, sweat covered your whole body and it made you look all the more beautiful. She placed herself above your legs, experienced hands and lip pleasuring your chest, her tongue slowly swirled around your buds making you moan despite not wanting too, you started wriggling more forcefully only to be harshly smacked on your thighs making you yelp.

"Behave Schnucki, you don't want to be hurt do you?", 

Monika's eyes were set on you, narrowed and glazed over. Her tone was a whisper but with filled with enough warning to make you go still immediately. She tsked and gently caressed your face, toned leg in between yours, massaging your core and sending ripples of sweet pleasure coursing through your veins, your body squirmed and gasped uncontrollably as she increased in speed, hands on your breasts, kneading your buds and little love bites forming on your shoulders. 

"Good, good. Now let's begin the main course."

Her voice had a smokiness to it, her sights fixed on the reward as she hastily distanced herself from your breasts. She snatched your legs and drew them forward. Positioning herself between your thighs, she spread them wide before bowing her head, causing a gasp to escape your lips. She employed her tongue phenomenally on your most intimate spot, licking the innermost corner of your walls. She delicately brushed her teeth against the soft and fleshy area, twisting your stomach with an odd sensation.

Her tongue worked wonders on your core, licking feverishly, you moaned and mewled, back arching and hands grasping the air desperately, your hips thrusted against her tongue again, earning a grunt as her hold tightened on your thighs.

You groaned and whimpered, your back arching and your hands desperately clutching at the air, your lips meeting her tongue, bringing a chuckle from her. Monika persisted in delivering you delightful licks, savoring every inch of your dampness, her eyes drooping and a soft blush accentuating her cheeks. Only you could bring about this kind of feeling in her; only you. 

Monika continued to give you sweet licks, with deep sucks, tasting every inch of your wetness, her eyes half lidded and a soft blush painting her cheeks. You were the only one who could make her feel this way, you were the only one who could see her so vulnerable and pent up just for you.

You didn’t want this, but her tongue seemed to make your body go haywire, tears streamed down your cheeks as you gasped for air, you didn't know when but you had begun to hold her head in place, your thighs squeezing her face as you continued to grind against her, she moaned and hummed, the vibration from her throat sending your mind to a frenzy.

"Fuck", Ludwig grumbled audibly as he positioned himself on the bed behind Monika, but his gaze was fixed upon you. His eyes bore an uncanny resemblance to those of his sister, causing an unsettling sensation to ripple through your entire being. Hazy with lust just as Monika's.

Monika continued to pleasure you without any concern, while Ludwig slid his hands inside her pants and began to fondle her wet core. This made her let out a strangled gasp and start sucking you even more eagerly as he increased the speed of his fingers. He started to hump her while she hastily placed her hands beside your thighs, clutching the sheets to support herself as he continued.

Ludwig pressed his body against Monika's as he began to grind against her, his hands eagerly wandering over her body until eventually reaching her thighs to spread them apart and pepper her neck with kisses, while your body spasmed again. 

He had his eyes fixed on you, with half-closed lids, as he admired your sweat-drenched figure. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you instinctively covered your breasts, but that didn't deter him at all. 

Instead, he slowly licked his lips while maintaining an unnerving stare at you. He began to caress your thighs, and soon enough, his fingers started teasing your already sensitive areas, harshly circling your clit, causing you to spasm and whimper in response. 

Suddenly, everything became incredibly hazy. Your moans grew louder and more intense as you tightly clutched the bedsheet. A strange buzzing sensation spread throughout your body, and with a final groan, you reached climax. High pitched whimpers accompanied by a sultry moan from both you and Monika.

Both of them started to increase their speed, harsh kisses on your thighs, love bites across your skin, biting at your flesh, and mixture of rough and soft caresses all over your legs. 

You felt Monika collapsing between your legs, her head resting on your belly. She had been pleasuring you and had also reached her own climax, causing her to drool slightly. As you tilted your head towards her, you removed your hands from the bedsheet and looked at her tousled golden curls. With her hands clutching your waist, she appeared tired yet satisfied from the pleasure.

She slowly crawled upwards, turning to the side and resting her head on your shoulder. She relaxed comfortably beside you, placing her hand on your chest and peppering kisses over your collarbone.

Goosebumps quickly appeared on your skin as you felt a sensation between your legs. Your eyes trembled as they met the intense gaze of Ludwig's steel blue eyes, which glinted with unsatisfied desire in the darkness.

Ludwig flashed you a mischievous smile, his disheveled hair partially obscuring his eyes. He playfully clicked his tongue and whispered seductively near your stomach,

"Ich bin dran, Honigtopf".

Hope this was okay for my first attempt at smut. Please comment, like and reblog however you want, any questions or suggestions? 🌻🖤

[hwsing]

omg can i request hcs of nyo italy with a "just some guy" sort of reader (reader can be gender neutral though). like the reader isn't rlly a loser but just not the person you'd initially think she'd go for

nyo!italy with a “just some guy” type of s/o

notes/warnings: SFW, reader is gender neutral but described as the “just some guy” meme. nyo! s. italy is referred to as lovina and nyo! n. italy as felicia. thanks for the request! reblogs are appreciated ^_^

lovina, for one, has no idea what her sister sees in you at first, but one things for sure; felicia is head over heels for you.

whether you’re a human or a more minor nation, even a micro nation, felicia doesn’t care about things like that!! you may seem like a normal, average person, but she finds herself clinging to you anyways. she never gets bored of you, really — she’ll even carry conversation happily!

even if you’re not a guy, the point is that you seem like an overall regular person, and felicia… is, well, felicia. her friends can’t help but wonder what on earth you two even have in common.

honestly, even if you don’t have much in common at first, felicia is the kinda person that loves to explore! she’s more than down to invest into your interests. she’ll play games with you (she likes mario cart and gets quite competitive), she’ll HAPPILY nap with you basically any time, accompany you for errands (and she’ll only get a bit distracted and lead you guys down a whole new path a few times!), anything, really!

but, on that same note, she’s bound to spice up your life too. she’ll ask you to attend parties, events, beautiful trips and wine tasting, etc! at those places, people still might be confused onto why such an outgoing and radiant woman is with. well, just some guy kinda person, but shes sosososo clearly infatuated with you that people will often see that, and shrug it off with a smile. things like that don’t matter when you’re in love

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Hetalia Masterlist

Main Masterlist

NONE YET  

2P France

NONE YET

Belarus (NYO)

Canada (Matthew Williams)

France (Francis Bonnefoy) & Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt) & Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)

North Italy (Feliciano Vargas) & Germany (Ludwig)

Their darling confronting them about what they've done - France, England, America, Canada

Finding out their darling has an identical twin - North Italy/Feliciano Vargas

having a darling that’s having more than one baby - Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

England finding out his darling is also a yandere for him

Character headcanons: Nyo England

Having a virgin darling - France/Francis Bonnefoy

Who is the easiest and hardest yanderes to deal with - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

Most dangerous to least dangerous to deal with - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

Platonic vs Romantic: Belgium

Most delusional to least delusional - Central Europe

Yanderes and their love languages - Axis Powers & Allied Forces

NONE YET

NONE YET

Yandere Reactions: England with a willing darling

Random Yandere Headcanons: What makes yandere Germany so dangerous?

Yandere Reactions: Hetalia Girls with a small Island nation darling who feels insignificant and useless

Random Yandere Headcanons: 1P & 2P Italy with a shy darling

Yandere Reaction: England finding out his darling is also a yandere for him

Yandere Reactions: Allies & Axis With a darling who had a cryptic pregnancy

[sparks-and-wires]

Characters I'd Write

1P Hetalia

N. Italy - Felicano Vargas ✩

S.Italy/Romano - Lovino Vargas *❀

Japan - Kiku Honda ✩

Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt *❀

England - Arthur Kirkland *❀

America - Alfred Jones ❀

Russia - Ivan Braginsky ❀

Canada - Matthew Williams ❀

China - Wang Yao *❀

Spain - Antonio Fernández Carriedo ❀

Belarus - Natallia Arlovskaya 𖦹❀

1P Nyos

N. Italy - Daisy Vargas ✩

S. Italy - Chiara Vargas *❀

Japan - Sakura Honda *❀

America - Emily Jones ❀

England - Alicia Kirkland *❀

Belarus - Nikolai Arlovsky

Canada - Charlotte Williams ❀

Prussia - Julia Beilschmidt *❀

China - Wang Chu-Yan *❀

Russia - Anya Braginsky

Spain - Isabel Fernandez Carriedo *❀

France - Francine Bonnefoy *❀

2P Hetalia

N. Italy - Luciano Vargas ✩

S. Italy/Romano - Flavio Vargas ✩

Japan - Kuro Honda ✩

Prussia - Klaus Beilschmidt ❀

Germany - Luther Beilschmidt 𖦹❀

England - Oliver Kirkland

America - Allen Jones 𖦹❀

Russia - Viktor Braginsky ❀

China - Wang Xiao

Spain - Andres Fernández Carriedo *❀

France - François Bonnefoy *❀

Canada - James "Matt" Williams *❀

Belarus - Anastasia Arlovskaya ❀

Ukraine - Katya Braginskya *❀

2P Nyos

N. Italy - Luciana Vargas ✩

S. Italy - Caterina Vargas ❀

Japan - Akane Honda ✩❀

America - Amber Jones ❀

England - Livia Kirkland

Canada - Marlee Williams ❀

China - Wang Biyou ❀

Russia - Victoria Braginsky ❀

France - Clarisse Bonnefoy ❀

Spain - Dolores Fernandez Carriedo *❀

Won't Write

1P Hetalia

Nordics

Baltics

France^

Germany^

Hungary

Austria

Belgium

Ukraine

1P Nyos

Belgium↗

Hungary↗

Germany ⋆

Austria

Ukraine

Nordics

Baltics

2P Hetalia

Nordics

Baltics

Hungary

Austria

Belguim

2P Nyos

Belgium

Hungary

Germany ⋆

Austria

Ukraine

Belarus

Nordics

Baltics

SYMBOLS: ^ : Uncomfortable with * : Haven't nailed down a personality yet, subject to change ✩ : Favorite ❀ : Headcanons only for now ⋆ : Mixed Feelings, may be subject to change 𖦹 : Difficult to write ↗ : Not enough info in canon ≡ : Working on details

[natsuki-bakery]

Inbox check pretty please!!

Here it is! Fresh out of the oven, just for you!

Requests are CLOSED !! [35/35]

Currently working on : since you did Lammy, could you do Rammy from Um Jammer Lammy? I know there's 2 line stickers of her on tumblr

Do you feel comfortable taking requests with the source Postal? I feel like I've asked before but I completely forgot so if I have already I'm so so sorry < \ 3

hii!!! just a question, do you take requests for metalocalypse?? thanks!! ^_^

Hi do you write about the webtoon school bus graveyard? Have a nice day!

Can you please do cg arlecchino hcs? (to l!reader or the house of the hearth kids) tyy

hiii i loved your regressor germany headcanons, would you possibly be willing to write some more? Maybe expanding on your idea of little lud trying to copy prussia bc he's his big brother? or talk abt prussia being a big brother cg for little lud? thank u so much

hhi i saw the byclair graphics && i was wonderin if you could possibly do eddie munson graphics ?? its ok if not btw!^^

could you please do some headcannons for a regressor choji tomiyama and caregiver jo to togame both from windbreaker? thanks!!!!

Can you do Vergil DMC head cannons ?

Hi! Do you write for jjk? And if you do can you please make a Caregiver Nanami please?

HELLO!!! COULD YOU DO A CHINA HETALIA LAYOUT FOR RENTRY?? preferably red-orangeish themed!!

could i have some choso (from jjk) big brother headcanons pretty please?

Are you able to do anything hells paradise related? It had a smaller fandom so it's a bit underground, that's why I was wondering ^_^

/nf

since you did Lammy, could you do Rammy from Um Jammer Lammy? I know there's 2 line stickers of her on tumblr

hi will you edit for genshin impact?

omg hai i was wondering if i could get regressor izutsumi and cg marcille? :3 more specifically izutsumi with an upset stomach while regressed

hihi!! cld I request some cg headcanons for Dazai frm bungou stray dogs ? ty!!

hello! can you make matching rentry graphics? (separate layouts if possible) of nyo!france and nyo! england? thank you so much in advance and so sorry if this is too much work!

Since he's coming to street fighter 6, could I have a moodboard for a cg Terry Bogard? With video games, plush toys and stuff like that? Thank you!

Hiii!!! I was wndering if I could get some hcs for regressor Helena Harper ... N maybe cg Leon Kennedy :3

Helo! If you take requests for How To Train Your Dragon, could I pls request cg Hiccup? Tyty!

hellooo can i please request cg! stephanie and little!nurse bendy hcs if it's ok for u?? have a nice day

Caregiver Portugal (HETALIA World Stars) headcanons pls? I love him sm...

Can you do nyotalia canada x prussia rentry layouts?! (≧~≦)/nf / pos

hi again! could you make some turquoise-themed rentry graphics of snow miku 2015 with some lily of the valley images? sorry that's not very specific ^^ Could you make some Astrodude and Houston headcanons if that's alright? I would like both regressor and caregiver ones if that's okay hiii can u make a KAngel rentry graphic? (from needy streamer overload) if ur uncomfy then u don't have to!! <3

oiiii!! can I request matthew williams (aph) graphics for rentry? thanks! :) not sure if you accept requests from persona, more specifically persona 3 but if you do could I please request a shinjiro aragaki rentry layout?? thank you in advance! and sorry if you arent comfortable doing so!

I know it's not a request but like,, I think ur blog is so cute I love it sm

hi hi hi can i please request some little!otakon and cg!solid snake hcs?

Can I maybe request a CG headcanon of Patrick Jane (From The Mentalist)?? He's so cool and I would love to see him like that. Thanks in advance!!!!!!

[mimimyluv]

i know hardly anyone indulges in hetalia anymore (nevermind reader inserts), but for old times' sake (and self-satisfaction), i am opening the cringy "le lemon" blog i would've been freaked out to find when i was younger lol.

⏆﹒⬚﹒🍏﹒➲﹒important notes

i am nineteen and a college student, so i can't always guarantee timely updates.

i'll only do reader-insert requests since i honestly hardly engage with the canon x canon stuff of this fandom anymore. also, as i've stated, my main forte (in terms of full-length fics) are nsft pieces. however, i'll also gladly do all kinds of headcanons and things like match-ups.

i'll write for just about anyone (1ps, 2ps, nyotalia, etc.) except animal or child characters. i also don't engage with anything proship (shotacon/lolicon, incest, noncon, etc. basically most of the stuff that can fall under dead dove.)

readers are gender neutral by default, though i write afab readers more often. i am open to writing anything though, so please specify if you want something 🫶

⏆﹒⬚﹒🌷﹒➲﹒masterlist

coming soon . . .

[theyanderespecialist]

Female America Reader And Female China Reader X World Mini Series

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! This is going to have the info for two mini-series.

(IF ON TUMBLR PUT THE REQUEST IN MY ASK BOX NOT COMMENTS)

These are various scenarios of any hetalia characters or nyotalia characters with a female China reader or a female America reader

so you suggest any Hetalia 2p hetalia or nyotalia or 2p nyotalia character with them

(IF THERE IS ANYTHING SPECIFIC YOU LIKE TO SEE LIKE AMERICA READER WITH her 50 STATES AS KIDS FROM COUNTRIES Examples (Hawaii father being Japan or Alaska father being Russia etc)

Yandere World Scenarios X Female America Reader

Yandere World Scenarios X Female China Reader

[ANYWAYS I Hope you all enjoyed this and do suggest and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

[zatdummesmadchen]

Lesgoooooo // I am mostly interested in hetalia x f! Reader and nyotalia x hetalia pairings // dead dove do not eat stuff are my favourite 👌

Reblog this post if you are an ACTIVE HETALIA FAN (2024)

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

Can i have some headcanons with Nyotalia Russia having a crush on another female?

{ Wow, that’s the firsttime I receive a nyotalia request after one year. }

🌻 ANYA BRAGISKAYA 🌻

She is the big sweetmommy.

She’s very sweet andkind, she does not act like the psycho yandere everybody would think becauseAnya is very loving. All her love is for her S/O.

At first, she treatsyou as her little and precious child, as if you were one of her sisters, maybea more little sister and she has always dreamt to have a little sister sinceshe only has brothers and one of them is a Belorussian psycho. Anya freaks out everytime she looks at him but, luckily, you are here to bright her lonely days.

Yes, Anya feels very aloneand sad in her enormous and solitaire house, she has everything she can dream,she is like a princess but she has nobody with whom she can share all of this.What the sense of having the world if you still live alone? What the sense ofpossessing everything when you don’t possess love?

She always smiles,appearing happy and glad, but she’s very blue and cold inside. She’s colderthen her own country and she’s sick and tired of this. She wants to change, shewants a chance and she wants you to be her chance to be happy.

Yes, she made so manymistakes in her life because of her boss or awful events and now she’s sorry,she understood her mistake and she knows people hate her. They can’t love the monstershe has been –and maybe she still is- but she wants to get rid of that monster,she does not want it to be her anymore.

You don’t care abouther past and you just see an affectionate and sweet woman who wants to be loved,accepted and forgiven. Anya deserves a chance and you’re here for her.

Of course, Anya doesnot realize the affection she feels for you is true love, she thinks it’ssomething maternal and not romantic but with time she will understand she trulyloves you more than her own life.

Well, this can cause troublebecause her boss would never accept it, because not only you are a human butyou are also a woman and so we cannot say it will be easy.

I guess, it will be asecret and Anya does not want you to be hurt or see you suffer and so she willkeep acting like an affectionate sister but you know she only wants to protectyou.

But she does not wantto protect you only from her boss but also from her brother Belarus becausethat boy is weird and aggressive, he’s obsessed with Russia and he would makeanything to have her.

What if Belarus findsout he has a rival. This won’t be a party for you, maybe a party made of bloodand guts (yours) and so it’s better to keep the secret. Everything is already amess.

By the way, when thetwo are alone and she can enjoy your company with no pain in the ass, she’svery sweet –more than her usual. She’s like a big teddy bear and she lovescuddling with you nearby the fireplace. It’s her favourite hobby and she woulddo it all the day.

Her brother Ukraine thinkyou and Russia are adorable and he’s a true shipper and supporter, Ukrainealways helps you and he acts like a big brother with you, too. His house is alsoyour house and when you can’t see Russia, he always invites you at his farm andyou’ll be sure, he will fill you with fraternal love –and Ukraine is actuallyvery happy seeing his sister Russia finally happy-.

[worldheadcanons]

you're making me so excited for that piece!!! i legit can't wait for it to come out... i'm foaming at the mouth. it sucks being a matthew williams lover in a world where there's barely any new content of him especially x readers

helppp i feel that way abt nyotalia.. err srry i like women sometimes too?? at least my 13 year old self attached to italy so i never have a lack of content for him..

i think in general x readers are lacking in fandom spaces now.. and then u know realizing that ur looking for hetalia x readers and hetalia (while never dead) is deff NOT as big as it used to be… and THEN add ur looking for matthew it’s like UGH but that’s why i try to write for everyone so everyone can have at least one piece of their fav character. like ive written for aph phillippines & aph india with.. very little to go off of but i’m always willing to try. i have a request for aph turkey too that im trying to tackle. everyone deserves to have SOMETHING i cant imagine a day without seeing italy fanart on my feed lol

[crimson-kisses]

Oh my gosh I love your writings so much. Don’t apologize for sending in work late, you do such amazing work and you shouldn’t feel pressured about it. ❤️ Anyways, I’ve been loving your “hetalia and nyotalia sharing a darling” writings, and I was wondering if you could do the same but with 2p Italy and 2p nyo Italy? Or If you don’t do 2ps anymore can you do Arthur and Alice? (I’m sorry if this is too much 😥)

thank you so much for the compliments my love, absolutely warms my heart to receive these messages from y’all. always a pleasure to read truly! and don’t worry I will try my best with the request. hope you enjoy honey ♡︎ @lady-cap

Warnings: Descriptive violence, non-con acts, blood and the like.

"Il nostro tesoro prezioso"— 2p!Italy: Luciano Vargas || 2p!nyo!Italy: Lucrecia Raffaella Vargas

Her auburn hair glows from the fireplace just behind her, ruby lips giving a peck to her smoking companion. The knife grasped loosely in her hand falls to the floor as she carelessly tosses it aside, a blissful sigh before a loud chuckle comes from her and the man besides her resorts to rolling his eyes.

"Ve~~~, that was quite fun, wasn’t it?", Lucrecia practically throws herself at him, hands wrapped around his shoulders as she rests her head on his shoulder, despite Luciano clearly being discontent with her clinginess. Nonetheless he stays completely silent, not bothering to entertain her any further and the lady slowly withdraws her arms back with furrowed brows then pouts playfully at the lack of reaction.

She stares as he scrutinizes their surroundings, cigarette still lit as he slowly spins it, a smirk slowly forms on his face, which she gives a crooked smile in response knowing he had something in mind for their precious treasure. There’s a deep breath from him and his bloody eyes seemed to pour ice on your soul as they stare straight at yours.

The tape all around your body felt as if they were burning, tightening with every second that passed, itching your skin and making you sweat with dread and possibly inducing a panic attack. If not the tape then perhaps the previous events which included a rude invasion of your boss’s mansion and the all out shoot out, murders that followed, the shards of glasses, blood stains, dead bodies slumped around being the core evidence, would probably be the prime reason.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until you were shoved aside by their men and you only ended hurting a few of them, nonetheless you weren’t going to give up despite only being an assistant to your boss, who wasn’t even a mafia boss for goodness sake. Apparently it was chaos, a battle even which ensued itself out of nowhere.

Though being aware of Luciano's inappropriate stares, whispers and touches, you presumed he was simply like that with all of the women he encountered, which was true, he was a goddamn fucking prick. You didn’t expect this from his counterpart though, although there were definitely a few signs that you probably missed or overlooked. But you weren’t aware of how absolutely deranged they were about you. A simple lady who was caught up in this mess.

"The fun has only just begun",

Identical blood red eyes continued to eat up your withering form, the atmosphere heavy with panicked breathing and the blistering heat from the fireplace, the sound of Lucrecia's heels echoed through the room as she giddily made her way towards you, Luciano watching her every movement until his eyes once again landed on your form.

You couldn’t help but flinch away from her as she got close to you, although with being tied, the armchair you were placed on wasn’t much spacious either, with a single confident stride she seated herself on your lap, her breath hitting your face as you cringed at the smell of wine and cigarette making her frown and sigh slowly.

Her fingers cautiously traced your jawline as you gulped, remembering the knife she had used to end several of your co-workers, she seemed to be studying every detail on your face, eyes unwavering and unblinking, it was unnerving and her sudden closeness to you didn’t make anything better, trying to move your body didn’t seem to deter her one bit either. If anything, she ignored your fidgeting much to your chagrin.

After observing the both of you on the armchair for a while, Luciano takes a long drag of his cigarette, his boots not making a sound yet his presence was hard to miss as he got closer to you both, gloved hands harshly grabbed your chin making you face towards him as he licked his lips, the scared look on your face was absolutely delicious, once again he gave a slight smirk and captured your trembling lips with his with no hesitation, and oh god, was the taste of your fear so exhilarating.

"What a belladonna".

Both of them are sadistic no doubt, I feel as if Luciano would control himself around you to not draw blood at the very least. Meanwhile, his female counterpart is far more sadistic than him, although with you she would prefer saving her blood thirst for when you really manage to piss her off. Or when she’s feeling extra unstable.

They aren’t much better for that though, Luciano is very controlling, even with Lucrecia who rebels against him in subtle ways. Although most of the time he lets her do her thing, she is surprisingly obsessive and clingy towards him, much to everyone’s confusion including his. She could be the most terrifying nightmare for most people so it’s confusing why doesn’t she head butts with Luciano more often or isn’t so violent as him (she is).

You can expect every aspect of your life to go according to what Luciano wants, and you can’t help but not utter a word since just because he’s more lenient towards you than he is towards other people, it doesn’t mean that he won’t be pissed off at your defiance. He won’t hesitate leaving pretty bruises on your skin for Lucrecia to tend after, and most of the time she ends up making it worse with an oblivious tone in her voice, but you just know that they both simply get off your pain, tears, bruises, so you have no choice really.

They will make you do several chores around the house, basically a personal maid just for them, you won’t meet anyone else in the house expect for few maids, who don’t converse much anyways, always scurrying about with heads down and mouth shut. Basically tidying up their beds, personal rooms, cooking just for them and tending to their needs. Your duties revolve around them. Wearing your pretty little dresses that leaves no room for imagination nor any cover against their advances.

Lucrecia is actually the dominant one in the relationship you could say, although her male counterpart is no pushover either, he willingly lets her take the reigns the most. I can see her being in charge of disciplining you as well, although there’s no specific structure for you to follow with them. She will gladly feed you until you can’t eat anymore, smother you with overbearing affection, make you wear embarrassing dresses, pinch your cheeks until it bruises, temporarily fracture your fingers because you did something she didn’t like, eat your ears off with her chatter, it’s fucking exhausting to be around her and it shows on your face whenever Luciano gets out of his office or comes home late.

Though he would just grumble and be bombarded by whatever bullshit Lucrecia spills, her clingy hugs and things about you which is the only part he bothers to pay half a mind to. It’s after a bottle of wine that his day truly starts tho, especially when you look so endearing and breedable with your maid costume showing off your curvy figure, he might accidentally spill some on you, feigning innocence as he attempts to help you but you know that he simply wants to take the damn thing off your body and bruise you all over again.

Surprisingly, Luciano prefers to take his sweet time ravaging your body, biteful kisses on your breast, as his hands hold your waist so possessively, straddling your waist and whispering dirty things, which quickly turns lewder, his touches rougher, your hair almost ripped off from your scalp, bites and scratches decorate you body, when he’s done with you and finally he falls right then and there, staining your walls white and burying his face on your soft chest. He’s almost playful after whenever the day he’s fucked you, in a cruel way though, pulling you on his lap, your hair, calling you names, basically just being a nuisance.

Lucrecia is rather spontaneous, like everything she does, pulling you by your dress as you are fixing the bed, drunk and high as fuck, blubbering about the things, the stuffs she wants to do to you, her hands always fixated on you hips as her nails claw at your waist, always wanting to pull a muscle and have you sore, pained when she’s done with you, her aftercare is showing her art piece off front of the mirror as she fixes you up, ignoring your tears, and whatever she had caused. In her eyes, it’s just the way she had always loved.

I would say both of them are insane and deranged, they don’t really differ much in that aspect but their perspectives on few things are different and a few quirks of their personalities as well. It’s probably easier to know when you are trapped with them, that’s for sure but also Luciano is more composed than his counterpart, more savvy and has bloodier moody issues.

No one is touching, seeing and even knowing about you, they both wouldn’t have it especially Luciano. Although you can expect Lucrecia to brag everything about you, and she wouldn’t mind showing you off to their most closest companions, although in their world such people are hard to come by. It’s safe to say it’s going to be a rough back breaking ride for their precious girl, that’s for sure.

"You are everything to us, our beloved"— Nyo!England: Alice Kirkland.

Her voice is rather annoying, no scratch that, actually it’s making you want to commit a massacre. It’s as if you are listening to a plate being scratched by forks, yes definitely that, she can screech all she wants with her bloody haughty accent it won’t stop making her sound similar to a dehydrated chicken. Fuck's sake.

She had always been like this, compared to her Arthur was at the very least tolerable. You just could not deal with her constant mood swings, demands, insecurities and what not. Always wanting to prove that she was better than her male counterpart and how the past sexist world was so unfair towards her, basically trauma dumping and she just really needed to stop. She had always held a considerable amount of power, just that Arthur was mostly send off to conquer the world, during wars and shit, not on a bloody vacation.

There she goes berating you for one thing or another, sitting on the sofa across from you, knitting a sweater and very much upset that you couldn’t maker her a cup of tea as well. Or rather, that was the fact that brought up this whole speech of hers in the first place, frankly you did not want to and confined to sip your very delicious cup of tea. She could go—

"You are not listening to a word coming out of my mouth, are you?",

You slowly set your tea on the saucer and calmly stared right into her furious glare directed towards you, used to it at this point. She huffs and before she could utter another word,

"Perhaps you should stop claiming yourself to be a victim all the damn time and actually realize the privilege you have always had over the other truly underprivileged women whether you wanted it or not, quit whining and stop letting what happened in the past drag you down. Have you considered a bloody therapist? I am not your trauma dumpster Alice, I am tired too".

A look of surprise takes over her face which quickly turns into a sneer as she crosses her arms, glare unwavering and a reddish tint of anger still lingering on her appearance,

"Oh you are the one to talk, your generation of women are the privileged ones, you have no idea what …",

Soon enough, it’s safe to say that the whole manor would have been cleared by how loud, ferocious and bitter both of your tones were. Arguing back and forth, with heated glares and firm stances, Alice was probably going to break and honestly you would love a hot cup of tea to soothe your nerves because god forbid, if this woman doesn’t shut up

It wasn't that you didn't sympathize with her, as a woman you had done your best to support her when it came to such things, but what you wouldn't accept is her unwillingness to stop blaming others for her misfortunes in the past or painting herself as an absolute powerless victim. Sometimes you had to brush off your pain, get your ass up and fix shit, like most of the women in your family. Like you had done so, which is why you became a hardened deteticive with a strong resolve none could easily crack.

Not to mention, that you were trapped in her and his mansion with no escape in sight. Of course, you were going to annoy the shit out of her.

"Goodness, just what is going on in here?",

Arthur quickly took off his coat, eyes already scrutinising the scene in front of him, both of you were breathing heavily from all the yelling and he seemed to be beyond irritated himself. It was one thing to deal with Alice in this state, with you in the mix?

He could already feel the migraine he was about to endure from dealing with two stubborn, headstrong woman.

Honestly, both of them are a chore to deal with. I feel as if Alice is used to working harder and striving to be heard which mixed with her desperation, insecurities and possessiveness over her darling is bound to be exhausting quickly. Even aggravating since the only true victim over here is you, not her. If anything, she would treat you as her pet, it’s infuriating obviously.

Arthur on the other hand, would rather not paint himself that way regarding his pride, and is much more collected in the way he represents himself in front of you. He's much more intimidating than Alice, and would be the one to dish out the punishments, hence making you more wary and careful of him than Alice. As she prefers ofc, who do you think encourages Arthur to bring out the cane? She knows Arthur can be a hell of an intimidating person, it has always worked in her favor a lot of times. she bloody loves it.

Not saying that Alice should be taken lightly, when her mind is in the right state, she can be very manipulative even towards Arthur, she knows how to twist her words and render you into trouble. Both of them would be tricky, cunning and charming enough to strip you off your security by any law. Whether labeling you as a spy, as corrupt and spouting rumors. You won't even know what is going on until the answer is right in front of you.

Even though they both would bicker most of the time amongst each other, it’s more of a harmless banter at this point. It’s how they communicate since both of them most of the time than not, suppress their emotions which are bound to burst once they crack. And the target of their actions is you of course. They both are quite closer than they might seem, although Alice is more likely to piss Arthur off and have him torment you one way or another. It’s a power trip, a display of her cunningness which even Arthur gets caught in.

You could be a powerful lady, not in status but perhaps it’s your wits, the way you carry yourself and remain a distinct lady with her own bold ambitions she strives hard to achieve. Maybe one day, Alice stumbled onto you, umbrellas crashing to the ground as both of you curse each other as politely as possible, which quickly turns into playful arguments. Maybe it’s Arthur who looks into you after hearing Alice’s thoughts about you, calling you personally in his office and both of you hit it off from there. All it takes is a specific glance towards each other which seals off your life once and for all.

It won’t take much for an intelligent woman to understand what is going on, a bit too late or early even, not that it matters. You may punch and scream at them as much as you want, Alice does not hesitate retorting with sharp and hurtful words and Arthur isn’t the one to back down either. These both won’t always physically harm you, it’s more mental and emotional punishments with them. Chipping away at your insecurities, controlling your actions, monitoring your emotions and suffocating you with their possessive behaviors. Also I like the idea of Alice getting into petty fistfights with you, she would definitely do that once she’s off her high horse once in a while.

Obviously there is no escape, being as observant as both of them are, they have already planned quite ahead. They have powerful connections and allies who would be willing to help them, even if Alice has to act flustered in front of Antonio and drop her dignity to gain few favors if it concerns you, she will do it. You would be given the royal treatment as long as you stay on your tiptoes and behave mannered. If not, then punishments would be followed.

Honestly, Alice is the dominant one in this relationship I would say, not sexually necessarily, but she does has her way of controlling and manipulating any situation she is in, if she put her mind into it. It’s sort of a switch between her and Arthur, the gentleman though would rather drop dead than be the bottom and let her boss him around just like that.

Arthur does understand what’s going on, but he knows Alice more than anyone else does, and vice versa. They both have this understanding between them which is quite hard to explain and believe. With you in the mix tho, Arthur trusts Alice to share you with her, he knows she’s a cunt but she’s also the one who has soothed his wounds and he’s the one who endured her breakdowns. Even though they might have their moments, once you’re in the mix, they are dead set on claiming you as theirs. They both understand the loneliness they have gone through, your presence is an addiction to themselves.

Arthur is more likely to talk down to you while Alice would talk against you, as if your mere opinions bother her, as if she hates that you think independently and not follow what she says. Arthur, as said before simply disregards your stand on most things, such as why it’s morally unacceptable to hold a woman captive. You will suffer from being mentally unstable at some point, until things get worse and worse and the dam breaks. To them though? It’s entertaining. They love you, but there are few things that have to broken so that they may be mended in a more say, preferred form.

Of course, both of them would show you off to others, and also make sure you don’t misbehave and ruin their reputations in front of their peers, that would result in a swift punishment. You would be their pretty blooming rose, a wonderful woman who will forever be in a cage of their making, and no one’s going to save you darling, to beings like them? it’s more entertaining than anything. And these both would make sure to drill that in your head. The world is a disgusting place, not suitable for a beloved lady such as yourself.

Tempted to write a one shot

[midnightlee25]

Mini Profiles: Belarus (NYO)

Yandere type: Obsessive, Possessive 

 Traits: Clingy, Controlling, Manipulative, Smothering, Stalker, Violent  

 Is it Instant love or one that grow over time: 

It depends it could take one instant of his darling doing something or it could be from knowing them over time.

 Delusional level (0-10): 

10, however it is hard to tell if he just doesn't care or he really is very delusional. Probably a mix of both.

 How will do they hide their yandere side: 

It's either due to his delusions or his non-caringness, but he doesn't hide it at all.

 Danger level (0-10): 

10, again because of either or both of those things it doesn't matter who it is he is getting his darling one way or another.

[guns-in-the-desert]

How I headcanon NYO!Romano’s looks.

• CEO of pretty bitches

• So I’m gonna start with her face

• She has round slightly chubby cheeks by nature

• There’s no getting rid of them, no mater how much weight she loses

• Not that she really minds

• High cheekbones

• Resting sad face

• Constantly looks like she’s on the verge of tears

• she’s not (but there’s a long overdue breakdown sometimes in there)

• she’s probably pissed.

• If one more random man asks her “what’s wrong?” She might shoot them

• Glassy, chocolate brown, siren eyes

• her eyes are slightly far apart

• Feathers her eyebrows

• round plump lips (think snitchery, but not as extreme)

• wouldn’t be caught dead with chapped lips

• usually has red lipstick/gloss

• An obnoxiously perfectly upturned nose (think Priscilla Presley)

• small kinda pointy(?) chin

• let’s move on to hair

• also chocolate brown

• naturally wavy bordering curly

• it’s still in recovery from damage from straightening to make it more “acceptable” for ballet standards

• dyed it black once

• Its thick as hell

• her hair is usually a few inches past her shoulders

• but sometimes she grows it out longer

•LOOKS AMAZING IN PIN CURLS (I’m picture classic Rota Hayworth hair)

• or when it’s overly teased (especially when it’s black

• now her body

• Is 5’8

• is pretty slim

• is bottom heavy

• but you can barely tell

• think current doja cat but with no boobs at all

• olive skin

• nice warm undertones

• I think over all she has a classic old Hollywood kind of beauty with a slight modern twist

Next are just some outfits I think she would wear and absolutely eat in.

Also her favorite color is red and she doesn’t believe in dressing down ( It would kill her) casual isn’t in her vocabulary

Hi, I am alive, and I’m going to start writing again I think, but I’m probably going to make some changes to my blog💋 also I might make a sim, lmk if you want that.

[alfredosauce50]

One more night

[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 8

Wordcount: 4, 351 Rating: MA+ for adult themes and strong language. Viewer discretion advised. The reader is referred to as she/her.

One more night - 8

Hey brother

She needs you, he said.

Be that as it may, Allen couldn’t agree. Not anymore. Ever since he got out of prison, he had a feeling you’d outgrown him. With conflict after conflict, that feeling was starting to look like reality.

“Got everything you need?” He wiped his mouth after finishing his protein shake. Your shifts were ending soon, and he was picking you two up for a late Friday lunch. He and Mathias stayed home up until then, making for a strange dynamic.

They weren’t hostile with each other, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable, either.

The Dane lifted Bob as if to answer the question. Otherwise, he had Amy’s bag over his shoulder. Inside were a few diapers, wipes, his bottle, some formula, the list just went on. Everything clunked around as he followed the other man into the parking lot. Just as he was about to enter the passenger seat, Allen extended an arm in front of him.

“Uh-uh. Baby’s gotta ride in the back.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

And sit in the back he did. As he strapped Bob into his booster, he wondered how absent-minded he had to be to miss this. It must’ve been muscle memory. Meanwhile, Allen was worried he’d hit him too hard.

“How’s your head?” He asked, pulling into the street.

“Fine. It’s my ribs that still hurt.” Mathias replied.

He drummed his fingers against the wheel, nodding quietly. If Mathias didn’t sustain any brain damage, he wouldn’t have to pay with his conscience. Not that he didn’t pay plenty already, and most of it to Bob.

“Mat!” You ran to him, still wearing your cap.

“Kæreste,” He took your hand. “How was work?”

Allen stood on the side. He could wait for you to acknowledge him, but the moment never came.

“It was fine. Some kid dropped their ice cream and started crying, though.” You stifled a laugh, pulling him along. “Then Amy made him a new cone out of nowhere. She’s super fast at scooping, it’s scary.”

Mathias could only smile, relieved to see you again.

“Well, once you get used to carrying something heavy all the time, it gets easy.” Amy noted.

“I guess I need more practice.” You walked back to the car with Mathias at your side, not paying any mind to the silence that followed. You were a little peckish by then, and so was Amelia.

Everyone was digging into their plates at the local Chinese buffet. You were almost done with yours, and your boyfriend was halfway through mowing down his. He managed to heap several mountains of rice, noodles, meat, and seafood onto a single plate.

“Slow down, champ. Nobody’s fighting you for it.” Amy mused, forking a pineapple into her mouth.

“I’m just so hungry.” Mathias said, dropping some bits of chewed-up food onto his plate.

“You know you can always get more, right?”

“Mhm. That’s why I have to eat quickly before my appetite goes away. There’s too much I have to eat!”

“Said every American ever. You’re fitting in just great, Mathias. I’m proud.” She nodded, closing her eyes.

“Oh yeah?”

More came flying out of his mouth.

“Speaking of eating our fill, I’m gonna go grab more.” You stood up with your plate and gave those two a funny look. “You know, before I lose my appetite looking at everything Mat forgot to swallow.”

Amy laughed. Mathias pouted. Allen didn’t react and followed you to the self-serve stations—presumably to get more, only he barely touched his food.

“Want some?”

He stood in front of a stir-fry, hand on the ladle.

“No thanks. Just came for this,” You murmured, scooping yourself some noodles. A brief pause followed, and you never turned to look at him.

Allen sighed and dropped the ladle. Two weeks had passed, and you were still giving him nothing.

“Can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You turned to leave.

“Then why are you ignoring me?” He stood in your way, stopping you from going any further.

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“Then why didn’t you say hi?” He asked. You glanced to the side restlessly, unwilling to continue the conversation. But he had you trapped, just like he always did. “See? This is what I mean. If you’re still mad at me, we can work it out. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Even if we ‘work this out,’ it doesn’t mean I can’t be mad at you.” You sighed, feeling his hands slide up your arms. Before they got to your shoulders, you pushed them off. “I just need time.”

He merely reached up again.

“How much time?”

“You can’t know these things.”

“Why not?”

“How am I supposed to tell when I’ll stop feeling this way? I don’t know.” You frowned. Seeing his defiant look turned your anguish into frustration; Allen didn’t understand boundaries at all, and that struck you as so familiar, you practically shoved him off.

“A week. A month. A year.” He raised his voice in desperation, stepping forward to close the distance you established. “Just give me a number. Come on.”

Mathias didn’t have physical ones; he didn’t have emotional ones. And being suffocated all over again riled you up more than you could imagine.

“Allen—”

“You can’t push me away forever. You know that!”

“Just leave me alone!”

That shut him up. The searing ache in his chest returned, but he couldn’t be shocked by your outburst. He’d been suffocating you for the last minute, and being lashed out at was well-deserved.

“Why are you so obsessed with making up with me when it’s them you should be apologizing to?”

Allen didn’t answer, but his face did all the talking. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and it looked like he was about to cry. You were breaking him down, bit by bit. Everything he was to you was coming apart.

“You’re always all over me. I didn’t mind it because I loved you, but you can’t put me above Amy!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He uttered faintly. It was all he could manage, too focused on the ‘loved’ to even think. Loved, you said. Hot water rushed into his head, and his chest tightened.

“She’s your sister.” You lowered your gaze. It was strange, saying something so obvious and having it hurt. But it was the cold, hard truth no matter how you looked at it. “And I’m just your friend, okay?”

Allen didn’t know what came over him.

Driven by a harrowing sadness, then an itch he could likely never scratch, he pulled you into a crushing embrace. He pinned your neck with his chin, eyes as wide as he could get them. And his heart, pounding so hard, you could feel it thumping against you.

No words were exchanged, but the sensuality confirmed what you suspected all along.

When you returned to your seats, he stared out the window, the whites of his eyes pink from crying.

You sat next to your boyfriend, who remained equally as unknowing as Amelia to what you had just discussed. And they never asked, seeing how tense you were. What was meant to be a rage-fueled incident was starting to look like something more.

Did Allen beat up Mathias to protect you, or his relationship with you? The thought drew you in and repulsed you at the same time, but at the end of the day, anger was all you could feel.

“Gil’s coming over in a bit,” You said, putting your phone down on the counter. Amy was mixing a big bowl of dough while you were in charge of the chili. Allen just went out for some essentials.

“Okay. I got my stuff packed.” Mathias took a seat on one of the stools. “Also, why did he text you first?”

“Well, he wasn’t sure how well you were doing, and you sometimes like to sugar-coat things.” You moved the diced vegetables into the pot before continuing. He blinked at your response, but couldn’t exactly argue with it. “He wanted you to teach him how to use the gym equipment. Bar and everything.”

He perked up.

“Only I made him promise not to let you touch it.”

“I’m sure I can do some lifting.” He slouched.

“Just not anything heavier than fifteen pounds.”

“Bob is seventeen pounds.”

“Anything heavier than Bob.”

“Yeah, dude. You might accidentally fuck up your lungs from breathing too hard.” Amy hummed. After giving the dough a few kneads, she picked it up and threw it down for a plap. “A boxer without lungs is like a car without wheels. You don’t want that.”

“You guys need to believe in me more.” He mused, spinning around on his stool. “I’ll be fine.”

His injuries were still fresh, and so was the upset with Allen. Amy seemed as furious with him as the day Bob came home; she hadn’t said a word to him since. You just fought with him. And it must’ve been some fight for it to end in tears—not yours, but his.

Yet, Mathias, the main receiver of grief, didn’t feel any contempt against him anymore.

Ten minutes later, he was beside the stove, holding the ladle to be useful. You handed Amy circles of dough so she could fry it. While it crackled in the pan, he began zoning out, thinking of anything but food.

He stared at the photos on the side of the fridge.

They were all of you, Amy, and Allen.

Some were from as early as primary school. Back then, you weren’t nearly as tall as Amy, and she wore star clips in her hair. Allen had a missing tooth in all of them. But that wasn’t the detail he focused on.

It was that he held both your hands. The longer he stared, the more his face contorted—what should’ve been innocent made his stomach churn with guilt. He regretted so much that he said, that he did.

Amelia was a single mother. He’d always known that. You were just helping her in any way you could, and he belittled that too. Looking after Bob himself was a real eye-opener, and he’d mostly been carrying his things. And to think he’d been so careless with you.

It was all for his own satisfaction, his own sureties. He was insatiable, his desire as fierce as the way he moved. He could drive you to the corner with how he loved, but what kind of love would that be?

Allen had been right about him all along. And like any brother would’ve done, he defended you from him.

Mathias wasn’t one to ruminate, but it ate away at his conscience to think about. It eventually got to the point that he wondered how you two could forgive him, and his best bet was this—recovering.

He got down in a plank and did a push-up. Then another. And another. It was exactly what his doctor told him not to do, but the action was automatic, and he never stopped, doing rep after rep until it hurt.

“Mat, what are you doing?” You asked softly.

He was wincing by then, but he kept going, driven by a profound guilt he didn’t know he had until now.

“What are you doing?” You repeated, alarmed by his unresponsiveness. You’ve only seen him once like this before—when he drove around for hours looking for the exact brand and flavor of candy Amy wanted.

It happened the day after he missed her delivery, so you just knew instantly. He was beating himself up.

But he did nothing wrong.

“Mathias.” You whispered, dropping to the ground to hold him up. Only then did he slow down.

Amy watched from above, shocked by his behavior. She couldn’t let the bread burn, so she exchanged quick, worried glances between him and the pan.

When he finally stopped, he was on his side, tearing up from the intense throbbing pain in his chest. You were on the ground, helping him up. To say it hurt to see him like this was an understatement. He was supposed to be the brightest person you knew, and equally as resilient. Nothing could beat him down.

So when he cried, nothing felt right in the world.

The front door creaked open.

Allen walked in with a brown bag of groceries, and what he saw made him freeze immediately. Mathias was sitting against you, struggling to breathe, but for some reason, you were staring straight at him.

He couldn’t tell what it was behind your eyes.

But he didn’t stick around to ask.

He just dropped the bag and ran.

Everything spilled all over the floor—apples, canned goods, a tub of sour cream—and he was gone.

“Can I ask you something?” Mathias muttered.

He was back in Amy’s room, sitting upright on a chair. You had been doing breathing exercises with him for the past ten minutes, only stopping to drink some water. His tears had dried into reflective trails, but his cheeks were still as red as they always were.

“Anything.”

“When was the first time Allen talked to you?”

“The day after.” You answered, not quite sure what he was getting at. And nor were you prepared for what he was about to say. But this conversation was the last of your concerns as you iced his chest.

“Well, I heard you both,” Mathias admitted, catching you in his sincerest gaze yet. And you stared back, faltering at the thought of his scrutiny.

He kept it to himself all this time. He was supposed to be an open book, yet, it was so like him to be secretive about certain things. And even more so when he sprung them up on you out of the blue.

“Well, what did we say?” Your eyes fell to his chest.

“Well,” He repeated faintly. “He said he loved you.”

Your heart clenched at the memory, then everything that could’ve pushed him to say it. Allen and Amy were the closest you had to family, even if they weren’t related to you by blood. You weren’t really their sister, but it should’ve counted by now.

As you lingered on the thought, you came to regret what you said to Allen. Not the part about Amy being his sister, but you being ‘just a friend.’

“He did.”

“Do you love him?” Mathias gazed at you attentively. He already had his answer, seeing how anguished you became, but he needed to hear you say it.

“Not in the way I love you,” You squeezed his hands, face contorting as you continued. Your heart was racing, but it felt so right to say what you’ve always wanted to say. “I would give everything to you.”

“I know. I heard you,” He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. “And I feel the same.”

“So why are you asking?”

“I wanted to know if you’ll ever forgive him,” Mathias hung his head, pressing the top of it against your chest. It took him a few moments to confess what could change everything. “Because he only really made those mistakes after what I did.”

And everything meaning how you saw him.

“So I can’t forgive myself if you don’t forgive him.”

You stared at him in shock, then disbelief.

“Mathias, he could’ve killed you. And he could’ve killed Bob if he left him any longer in his car!”

But he was so sure of himself he couldn’t even look at you. He was always praised for being selfless, kind, and unassuming, but the one who really deserved those titles had always been Allen.

“He thought I took advantage of you.”

You froze.

“And that was only because he couldn’t believe you would betray them. He found your tests, (F/N).”

You did betray them, only Amy was more forgiving about it. She’d done the exact same thing, after all.

But Allen couldn’t even fathom the idea.

“But it’s my fault, okay?” Mathias raised your hands to his eyes as they welled with tears. When he tried talking again, he could only do so in an incoherent warble. “I was out of control. I made you do it. I’m always asking for more, and I’m always holding you down even when I should know better. I’m sorry.”

Allen believed in you so much, he took his anger out on Mathias, and the thought crushed you from the inside out. What was meant to be his fault and his alone, was starting to look like all of yours.

|

Amelia had been running for the past ten minutes. She was furious with her brother, but she was looking for him all the same. Now that she thought about it, it had always been this way.

She found him in Baskin-Robbins, sitting at the same table you and her always used during breaks. In front of him was a scoop of half-melted vanilla, which he didn’t pay any mind to. His arms were folded, his face was buried in them, and he was sniffling.

“Hey, asshole.”

Allen could fuck up again and again. He was brash, explosive, and reckless. There were more things he did wrong than right. But he was also selfless, and so loving, it was too much to imagine a life without him.

“Ames?” He glanced up, looking like hell. Allen wiped his nose and eyes to try and hide the obvious, but it wasn’t hard to tell. “What’re you doing here?”

“Looking for you, dumbass.” She huffed, tightening her fists by her sides. “You think I’m here to work?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not wearing my uniform. Or can you not tell because you’re squinting so hard?”

Allen turned back to his ice cream and stirred it idly. He never imagined he’d be talking to his sister so soon—at least no sooner than you, who actually responded to him. With Amy, it had been nothing but silence, and it was about to be broken with this.

“I thought you were pissed at me.” He mumbled.

“I am.” Amy fumed. Anger shot through her as she recalled everything he had ever done, but coupled with that emotion was endless sadness. “And I always will be because you’re such a fucking idiot.”

He couldn’t find it in himself to return her scorching gaze. He never could. He was too ashamed. And with everything that came out of his sister’s mouth, he retreated deeper and deeper within himself, unable to fathom the bitter hatred he was receiving.

“You know, he’s always looking for you when he’s in his playpen.” Heat rushed to her eyes, which she rubbed away before it could turn into tears. “I’m telling Bob what you did to him when he can finally understand. So you better enjoy it while it lasts.”

But the longer he listened, the clearer it became it wasn’t hatred behind her voice.

“Because when he grows up, he might not trust you like he used to. Even if he wants to.”

The words were as black as tar but sunk into him like water, and when he realized what she really meant, he looked at her with the most profound regret.

She wasn’t talking about Bob.

She was talking about herself.

He was never good at sticking around. Not around home, and not on the right side of law either. Allen was a twenty-something-year-old who had been sentenced, deployed, and nearly sentenced again.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he couldn’t keep his head straight to save his life. And the ones who suffered the consequences never deserved it.

“I’m sorry.” He let out. The second he uttered it, Amelia plowed into his arms. He hugged her back as hard as he could, knowing it was the only form of protection he could ever give. “I’m trying.”

“You try too hard.” Amy sighed.

“But I don’t know what else to do.” He shut his eyes.

“Just do what you wanna do. You don’t have to do something great for us to need you around.” She let him go, sparing him a gentle smile. It was what he needed to hear this whole time, and when he finally did, he felt the heaviest weight lifted from his chest.

“You’re our brother. And that’s good enough.”

|

“Are you guys gonna eat this or what?” A voice called from outside. Whoever it was, it wasn’t the twins.

You had been sitting on the bed with Bob, helping him play with his shapes. Mathias was taking a nap. Without wasting another second, you made your way to the kitchen. Standing there was your boyfriend’s classmate and fellow international student.

“Gil. Hey! How did you get in here?” You asked.

“Oh, uh, the door was kinda open, so I thought I’d just let myself in. Was I not supposed to?”

“No, it’s fine.” You bounced Bob, who was well into throwing a tantrum after being pulled away from his sorting cube—his face scrunched up, he threw his arms back, and he let out a high-pitched cry.

“Sorry. Did I come at a bad time?”

“Not at all. Amy just went out for a quick errand,” You walked back into her bedroom, collected some toys, and walked back out. Laying them all out on Bob’s play-mat, you put him down. He stopped crying. “She’ll be back soon. Oh, and you can have some of that, by the way. You know where everything is.”

“I was wondering,” He hummed, getting himself a plate to start building a taco. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Mathias walked in, rubbing his eyes.

“So, how’s Mat? Are we still up for the gym?”

“I don’t know. You can ask him,” You turned to the Dane, who looked as surprised as you did a minute ago. When it occurred to him, his face fell. He made plans with Gilbert. To be fair, it had been a long day for everybody, and nobody had eaten lunch yet.

“Oh, shoot. I’m sorry, I forgot.” He apologized.

“That’s cool! We’re still going, aren’t we?” Gilbert piped, munching on his taco. He had sour cream up his nose, which he didn’t bother getting.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Mathias frowned, giving his hair a nervous rub. He turned to you with a pleading look, and fortunately, you came through.

“Mat laughed too hard and his ribs shifted.”

“Yeah.” He spun back to his friend. “Stupid, I know.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Gilbert snorted, sliding onto a stool to keep eating. When he glanced up again, he licked the chili off his fingertips. “Sounds like something Mat would do. But we won’t go if you can’t. I was kinda tired, anyway.”

“I bet you wouldn’t have said that if I could,” Mathias remarked, joining you down on Bob’s playmat.

“Yeah, well, you can’t.”

“I’m still sorry, though.”

“It’s whatever, man. I’d rather you get better sooner than later. Somebody’s gotta win that tournament!”

Mathias gave him a wordless stare.

“Right.” He smiled. “I will.”

It used to be all he could think about, but he had to put boxing on the back burner. He did ever since he got injured. But somehow, it felt different now than back then. He just didn’t have the same drive.

“Gil, are you sure you don’t wanna go to the gym?”

“I don’t wanna go by myself, though.”

“I’ll come.”

“Are you sure? I mean, Amy isn’t back, so who’s gonna look after Bob?” He asked, finishing his taco.

Mathias hugged you from behind, burying his face in your back. You let him, sensing a drop in his mood, and, well, something else too. Protest. You turned to him with a slight frown, completely stumped.

A key slotted in the front door.

You didn’t want to leave Mathias by himself, but anybody could see that he felt terrible for flaking. Just as you were about to double down, Allen and Amy walked inside, arguing about Bob.

“I’m not saying you can’t be alone with him. You just have to work on your temper first.” She explained.

“But that takes time. And who else is gonna look after him while you guys are at work?” He asked.

It looked like they made up with each other.

“You could bring Bob next door.”

“And be supervised while I’m supervising?”

“For a bit.”

“That’s just embarrassing! And it’s not like I’m gonna leave the house. If I do, I can use the baby carrier.” Allen defended, exasperated beyond comprehension. “I’ll just be going down to Whole Foods. I think I can manage bringing Bob there and back in one piece.”

“He’s gotta be more than just in ‘one piece.’ Like not half-conscious.” She raised her brows.

“It’s not like I’m gonna beat up Mathias again.”

Gilbert ‘uhhed’ nervously.

“He beat up Mat?” He whispered at you. This was his first interaction he had with your so-called brother, and he was even scarier up close. What he was hearing didn’t help these first impressions, either. “How in the hell did he manage to do that?”

“It’s a long story.” You replied sheepishly.

“But I won’t argue with that. That was my fault.” Allen shook his head in dismay. Even then, he wasn’t prepared to drop the subject. If there was one thing he wanted to get right, it was looking after Bob.

“Damn right, it was.”

“I just want you guys to trust me again.”

“We will. We just need time. Just like how you need time to learn how to change a diaper.” Amy assured.

“I know how to change a diaper.” Gilbert mumbled, turning Allen’s head to him. He sunk into his neck, instantly regretting his mindless comment as he caught those piercing red eyes. “Kind of. Not really.”

“Who are you?”

“Er, nobody.”

“That’s my friend,” Mathias explained, peering over your shoulder. “Gilbert. I go to school with him.”

“Great. Another guy.” Allen grumbled, lifting the pot lid so he could scoop himself some chili. He dropped a spoon in, walked to the living room where you were, and sat on the couch. “Just what we needed.”

Next chapter: Dream on 

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Weird scenerio, and based off an Miraculous Episode, how would Yandere!Nyotalia Allies react (separately) to being trapped in a giant soap bubble that’s floating in the sky, with their GN S/O that can’t get away from them?

It was all too humorous to America. Being trapped in one giant bubble in the sky with her beloved; the one person that she wished to be alone with for such a long time— and this specific wish of hers was granted just like that, in such a crazy way too! The girl almost thought that she could’ve been on drugs because of how desirable this whole situation was, and she just couldn’t bring herself to believe that she was this lucky.

Amelia wouldn’t really do anything for the first few hours or so of being here, just...sitting there and staring at you the whole time. Yes, she would love to have you in her arms, but this was completely okay as well. Looking at you made her feel a bit better about this strange situation, and reassured her that she’d at least have you by her side if anything went wrong.

Her stare wasn’t very...hidden, so she’d already expect you to feel a tad bit uncomfortable, but it was okay! It wasn’t like you could do anything about it; nothing could stop her up here, so why not suck it up and just deal with it instead? She could’ve done something much bolder with you, but decided to keep your feelings in mind and kept her distance, so just be a grateful lover and let her do this simple thing.

You wouldn’t want her to do something worse instead, would you?

It all ended up depending on your behavior. She was fine with doing nothing to you since Amelia already knew that she was to have you soon...so she shouldn’t be impatient! But disobedience should always be punished, she wouldn’t want you to act like this once finally taking you home. (Assuming that she’d find a way to get out of here)

England didn’t see anything wrong with this situation for the most part. She was used to such strange occurrences happening around her ever since being a young nation, though...she never expected her beloved to be dragged into this.

That didn’t mean that she disliked it— no, she certainly didn’t! This whole thing finally gave her the opportunity to do whatever she wanted with you, and all away from the public eye. So many things that she could do came up in mind, so many things that she would never be able to do in the outside world... you surely wouldn’t mind them, would you?

But there was also this bugging thought in the back of her mind; what if you didn’t consider her close enough for such intimate contact? Or what if you were one of these people that were uncomfortable by close touch? Alice is an over thinker, and this dilemma would only cause her to think of rasher, more...not so kind options that she could use. There was nothing restricting her inside of this space; not the law, not her fellow countries, and not even you. So why should she hold back?

Yes, you were hers after all. She shouldn’t even have to care about how you felt in the first place, but there was always a high chance of you being disobedient. She hated how she couldn’t just take you in her arms; holding you close without the worry of you struggling to get away from her. It was too much of a hassle.

That reminded her— England rummaged through one of her pockets, looking for one specific thing that she should’ve brought with her just in case and...oh, there it was! A small smile grew upon her face once pulling out exactly what she was looking for; a sleeping potion.

She could always use one of these if you were to act up.

France was vary of this whole thing. It certainly wasn’t normal to suddenly get trapped in some sort of bubble, even for a country such as herself.

She first thought that it could’ve been England playing a trick on her; perhaps the madwoman had finally snapped, deciding to give her some form of payback after all these years of their rivalry. The thought of that was funny, especially since this whole ‘revenge plan’ only worked in Francine’s favor. She finally managed to get some actual alone time with her darling, away from anyone else’s preying eyes and most importantly; able to do whatever she wanted with you.

...which was why she now sat next to you; her arm resting over your shoulder and pulling you close while sipping on a bottle of wine that she coincidentally seemed to have. (How she managed to have it in here? Who knew, the woman always seemed to have at least one drink on her.) Francine would talk away, rambling on about various things regarding either you or herself while slipping in some questions every now and then, especially the more personal ones that could be beneficial to her in the future. You thankfully didn’t seem to mind, most likely brushing it off as pointless chatter to pass time with.

Actually, nothing too bad seemed to happen with her. She didn’t do anything drastic— besides a few kisses on the cheek here and there, but even those didn’t seem to faze you much.

Francine just wanted to spend some nice, casual time with you; relaxing and taking your minds off your worries for once since...this could possibly be the last time she’ll get to see this side of you before carrying out her plan of kidnapping you. She was no fool, and understood that you would come to dislike her heavily once she did so, but it was for the better. You will learn to love her through it all, even if she had to hurt you for you to finally understand it.

Canada could best be compared to a kicked puppy; hiding in the furthest corner of the bubble while she merely stared at you, a sad gaze in her eyes while doing so.

Madeline wanted nothing more but to hug you close to her, to relish in your warmth and feel loved...but she feared the rejection she might face. She knew that she wasn’t very desirable— and that you must’ve wanted to be here with someone else right now, thus she tried doing you a favor by distancing herself.

But the Canadian still felt terrible despite that. You were so close to her, barely an arm’s reach away...was it that bad if she finally gave into her desires and tried something a bit risky? It might ruin the relationship she tried building up, but she could always just watch you from afar like always. Amelia also suggested just kidnapping you a while ago, so she could always try that if you were to reject her!

...it’s suffocating being with Russia, literally.

She just wouldn’t let you go from the moment the two of you have been trapped in this bubble. Her arms were encased around you like chains, holding you close while resting her chin on your shoulder in a manner that would be comfortable for her. Any form of protest would be dismissed; merely retorted with a soft, amused hum before further digging her face in the crook of your neck.

There were absolutely zero chances that she’d let you go. Not when she finally got to have you in her arms like this! You always seemed to be so afraid whenever she was around; trying to get away from her while shaking in your spot...and it hurt, you know? Anya couldn’t begin to count the many nights where she had almost cried herself to sleep while thinking about you, thinking about what she had done to make you so afraid of her. She hasn’t hurt you so far, no, she would never dare hurting the one she loved! So why were you so scared?

Oh, but no matter. All of that could be forgotten now that she finally had you where she wanted. You still seemed scared, but Anya allowed herself to relish in your presence despite that. She would never get to hold you like this in the outside world, with you easily being able to slip away from her grasp or others interfering.

It was a childish wish of hers; but Russia hoped to stay like this forever.

Oh, poor you. Remember when I said that being with Russia was suffocating? Yeah...I’m sorry, this one might be a bit worse to deal with.

China latched onto your form with her dear life; her arms almost squeezing the air out of you as she placed her face in the crook of your neck, soft yet audible sobs leaving her lips as she cried and sniffled. “Poor thing,” you’d think, softly rubbing and patting her back as she went on, trying to mutter some reassuring words that you hoped would help her calm down.

It felt like hours had passed since the two of you had landed in here— yet there seemed to be no sign of help coming by any time soon, and it scared you. What if no one ended up saving you? What if the two of you were going to stay here forever? You could only imagine how hopeless Chun-Yan felt, she seemed to be the one that was taking this the worst...

Which wasn’t the case, she was actually very pleased with this lol

Chun-Yan was basically fangirling on the inside; A red, prominent blush adorned her face as her heart thumped loudly at the feeling of you finally being so close to her. (she feared that you might’ve felt it, but she was too focused on this special moment for her to actually care!) It was rather hard to hide her excitement, with her almost letting the act slip a few times— though she seemed to manage. Yes she was old, but she still held the acting skills from her youth!

Really, she couldn’t imagine that being in a bubble of some sorts would’ve been the one thing that finally brought the two of you together. All she needed was to put on her ‘terrified old lady’ act to finally have you exactly where she wanted. Oh, she also found it amusing how you tried hiding your fear in hopes of making her feel better. It made her remember why she fell in love with you in the first place!