Not my Curl Canada x Reader(A/N: WHO WANTS LEMON? Guess I’m writing one. Please comment and I’ll give you lemon-)Not my Curl Canada x Reader by Cielsol
‘Okay. I’m gonna confess to her. It’s now or never.’
Matthew encouraged to himself. As you can see he have a long time crush on you since you’re one of the people who could notice him. It’s getting him frustrated that he cannot admit his love for you. But you were so dense to notice it.
Matthew went to your house. He nervously knocked on the door.
He gulped as he was greeted by your cheerful voice. Oh how he love to hear your voice. You opened the door and smiled at him.
You greeted as he greeted you back. You let him enter your house and made him seat in your couch.
“I have some left over pancakes in the fridge. Want some?”
“That would be great (y/n).”
You left to grab those pancakes. And smirk.
‘I’m so gonna know this today.’
I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x Reader by 666kurai
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
Norway x Reader - Hair HabitsNorway x Reader - Hair Habits by AProudHetalian
“Why do you never touch my hair?”
The question came out of the blue as you looked up from your book to see Lukas on the couch, his eyes slightly narrowed as he unconsciously pursed his lips at you.
“What do you mean?” you asked, your confusion evident in both your voice and arched eyebrows.
“My hair.” He lifted a finger to point at his hair before holding a lock of it between his fingers. “It’s just…” Lukas muttered slowly, “You never seem to play with it, nor touch it for that matter.”
“But don’t you dislike it when people touch your hair?” Returning to the book in your lap, you couldn’t help the chuckle that squeezed its way past your lips. “Honestly, Lukas, how do you even notice things like the lack of me touching your hair?”
“It’s hard not to notice when you touch everyone else’s hair but mine.”
You could detect the hint of envy that ac
CafeTalia X Reader - SwitzerlandCafeTalia X Reader - Switzerland by 1Julivia
Midnight auroras. They wavered and danced in the far distance like wedding banners for the marriage of the stars or the proclamation between the heavens and earth, and the plain white hills were the only things under them. It was a beautiful sight to behold, you thought. All around you, the towering mountain tops surrounded you like formidable opponents, daring you to challenge them.
Well, there was nothing else to consider. You fit your (favorite color) sports gloves and fit your goggles against your face. You moved your feet back and fourth, testing your skis. Coming to the Alps was so cool; though the ski lodge resort where you took up residence was far behind you. You had wanted to go far off the trail to somewhere you could ski in peace.
The drop looked very satisfying, and you were already getting an adrenaline rush from the thought of catching air from this height. It looked abou