#2p hetalia reader insert

[somehow-a-writer]

The Game {2P Canada X Reader}

James groaned as the knocking at his front door repeated. He tried to ignore it but the person on the other side seemed persistent. He unwillingly abandoned his pancake batter, heading to the reason for his annoyance. He opened his front door, his usual bored expression greeting whoever would be on the other side. That melted into a ghost of a smile seeing you on the other side. You had been a soft spot not long after he met you. For a while, he denied the reason. Well, until he couldn't anymore. "Hey Maple, what's up?"

You looked up to the male before you, grinning as you brought your hands from behind your back. "Lookie! I managed to get terrific seats for your favorite hockey team! I was wondering if you aren't busy if you'd like to go with me?" You grew more and more nervous as you said the last part. Damn nerves. James stared at you in stunned silence. He was planning on getting tickets and asking you, unfortunately they were gone before he had the chance. You bit your lip, growing more and more anxious the longer he was quiet. "James?" He blinked a few times, shaking his head a little. "Uh yeah, I'll go with you." 

You immediately close the gap between you too, enveloping him in a tight hug. James quirks an eyebrow at you before slowly returning the hug. He pats your head before asking. "Do you want me to pick you up or meet there?" You pause, humming in thought. "I'm not sure? I don't want you to have to go out of your way or something but it's always nice hanging out with you." "Then it's decided, I'll pick you up." You nod, a bit of pink dusting your cheeks. 

"Alright. Well, I gotta go now, still have errands to run. I'll see ya later, James!" You smile and wave before jogging to your car that was parked behind James. James waves, watching your figure retreat to your car. 'If she still has errands to run, why did she stop here first?' He questions, walking back inside and to the kitchen. Various different reasons ran through his head as he finally started making his pancakes. There were still a few days before the game so both of you had plenty of time to have excitement and nerves build up.

A few days later, you were currently getting ready for the game. There were still a few hours to go before it started but if you guys wanted to get there on time, it was better to leave early. Especially since it was a town over and it takes at least an hour to get there. Not to mention finding a parking spot. Just as you finished and slipped your shoes on, there was a knock at the door. You grab your purse, making your way towards your front door. Upon opening it, you spot James with his hands shoved in his pockets, looking at the various flowers growing on your porch. 

"They're blooming nicely this year. I guess Oliver really does know his way around plants." He nods. "More than most would realize. Well, shall we then?" You hum in agreement, locking the door before getting in the truck with James. As James drove to your destination, he leaned forward a bit, grabbing the aux cord before passing it to you. "Here. It's your turn to pick the music." You grin, pulling it into your phone before turning on a playlist you made of songs you both loved. James chuckled softly hearing the first song. He shot you a glance as you started singing along before joining you.

After a bit, you finally reached town. Now just to deal with traffic at the parking lot and find a parking space. When you reached the parking lot, James sighed in relief at the fact there wasn't as much traffic trying to get in. Finding an open and relatively decent spot didn't take as long either, which was just an added bonus. Soon enough, you and James were both on your way inside. "I'll be right back. I'm gonna get us some drinks and snacks while the line is still short." "Alright, I'll wait for you here." You nod and speed walk over to the concession stand, making sure to get in line before anyone else has the same idea.

Unfortunately, the thing you didn't have to worry about was getting in line but trying to make it back to James without getting stopped. You were in the middle of walking back to where you left James when someone stopped you. Being the considerate person you were, stopped to see what they could possibly want. "Um, may I help you?" They smirked, looking you over. "Yeah, your number would be a great help, actually." You sighed, shaking your head. "No. I already like someone and I'm currently trying to get back to my friend." You were considerate but you were always blunt in these cases. You never really understood why people said 'sorry' before they let someone, especially a stranger, down. 

You went to step around them but they just matched your step instead. Persistent bastard. "Come on, I bet I can be more fun than whoever it is you supposedly like or are hanging out with. Besides, I'm sure your friend will understand." Growing more annoyed, you shake your head. "I already told you, I'm not interested. Go find someone else to bother." Once more you tried to go around him but he stepped in front of you again. 

Just over his shoulder, you noticed James quickly making his way toward you. You smile softly knowing he was there to help you. The person took your smile in the exact opposite way, however. "Finally decided to join me then?" James kept his usual bored expression but internally he was scowling. He walked up to you, taking the drinks from you. "Hey Maple, let's go find our seats. Just ignore this prick." You nod, your smile only growing. As you were beginning to walk away you could hear the person saying something along the lines of 'being a bitch'. You snicker to yourself at that.

While walking to your seats, you playfully nudge James with your elbow. "Thanks for your help back there." James shook his head, looking over at you. "You're welcome. Besides, I told you I would always be there to help you, right?" You hum softly, taking your seat beside James. There were still a few minutes before the game started as you passed him his snacks. He mumbled a 'thanks' and soon enough the final prep began before the game officially started. Within the first fifteen minutes, you rested your head against James' shoulder. He had gotten used to it over the years and reflexively wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Apparently, whoever was operating the Kiss Cam saw the two of you together and thought you were the perfect people. In a moment's notice, you saw James and yourself on the screen. You blushed bright red, quickly hiding your face behind your hands. Meanwhile, James was shaking his head, mouthing 'no'. You could hear various 'boos' around the rink but you didn't care, you were way too embarrassed to see if it was because of a play or because of the Kiss Cam.

For some reason, the camera kept coming back to the two of you. A lot. 'Weird, I've never seen any of these target people so often...' You thought to yourself. Before you could try to focus back on the game or think of why it would do that, you noticed it came back to you once again. It wasn't even at the halfway point of the game yet! This had to be around the tenth time, at least. James rolled his eyes when he noticed it too. 

In a swift movement, James slipped one of his hands behind your head and crashed his lips against yours. Your face immediately turned a deep red, and shyly you returned the kiss. The crowd cheered and sooner than you hoped, you both pulled away. Letting the nerves get the best of you, you hid your face into his side. James chuckled quietly, patting your head. 'Fuck, I wish I would've done that a lot earlier... Maybe this will be the day I ask her out...' James looked down at you before returning to watch the game. 

You may have looked like you were watching the game, which you kind of were, but your mind was mostly focused elsewhere. Namely James, the kiss, and your feelings. Your brain was a scrambled mess and your heart was somehow really tense but also melted into a puddle. James wasn't doing much better but he was doing better at not letting it show. Despite the nerves you both were feeling, you stayed close to each other for the rest of the game. 

Once the game ended and you managed to get back to the main area, you threw your trash away. "I wonder why they kept coming back to us..." You thought aloud, blushing at the memory. James shrugged, taking your hand as he led you through the crowded area to the front doors. "Dunno. Do you want to come over for dinner? If you're free..." You smile, keeping ahold of his hands even after you leave the building and walk to the truck. "Yeah, you're a way better cook than I am." A ghost of a smile plays on his lips once again. 'God, it really is the smallest of things that make me fall harder for you, (Y/N)."

The drive back was relatively quieter than when you typically rode with each other. This time James had one of his playlists going. You occasionally would sing along but for the most part, your mind kept going back to the kiss earlier. Your feelings, his feelings. What would happen now? Should you confess? Would your relationship change if he said no? Goddamn, feelings were hard. 

About an hour and a half later, James pulls into his driveway and parks the car. Kuma, who was laying on the porch, looked up toward the vehicle. As both of you got out and walked toward the front door, Kuma immediately went over to you, rubbing his head against your hand and side, looking for attention. James shook his head, opening the door for you. You smiled and scurried inside, giving Kuma the attention he seemed to desperately crave. "Always such an attention whore when (Y/N) is around."

Kuma huffs at his owner while you giggle. "Kuma is so cute though! It's hard to tell him no." "Ya know, he could easily eat you if he wanted to, right? And you're still gonna call him cute?" Kuma shook his head, knocking you to the floor before sitting on your lap and nuzzling into you. "Yep! Besides, it doesn't seem like he would want to eat me. Waaait... James, are you perhaps jealous?" You sang the last bit in a teasing tone, smirking at your friend in the kitchen. James' cheeks turned a bright red as he turned away to hide it. "T-That's just silly, Maple."

Kuma looked towards his owner with the most deadpan look a polar bear could have and practically gave a disbelieving huff. You laugh, hiding your face in the bear's side. "Don't worry James, I promise you'll always be my favorite! I mean how could you not be when I'm in love with you." Despite growing quieter at the last sentence, he still heard you. Since you were hiding in Kuma's side, you hadn't noticed James coming closer to grab Kuma's food dish. James stopped just short, staring at you with a surprised look and pink coating his face. "Did I hear you right?"

You tense up, slowly peaking up at the now quite closer James. "Th-That you'll always be my favorite?" James shook his head. "The other part, (Y/N). The last part. You love me?" You look down, playing with Kuma's fur. "Yeah, I am. I have been for years, I just was too nervous to say anything." James walked closer and kneeled down in front of you, moving his large companion off your lap. He gently cupped your cheek, tilting your head up to see one of his genuine smiles. "Man, now I really look like an idiot, ey? I should've asked you out way sooner.

You lean into his hand, smiling. Before you could respond, Kuma decided to take matters into his own hands... Well, paws. With a nudge from behind you, you fell onto James who wrapped his free arm around you. You both started leaning forward, closing the already small gap. This kiss was more gentle but still got each of your feelings across. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer. When air became too much of a necessity, you pulled away with a shy smile and pink covering both of your cheeks. "Maple, will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes! Of course, I will."

----------------Flashback to end of the game------------------------

Allen grinned mischievously as he opened his wallet. Taking out a twenty, he passed it to the person operating the kiss cam. "Thanks for the help man." "Yeah, yeah, it's no problem. What are friends for? Just make sure no one catches you leaving this area, I don't want to have to cover for your ass again." Allen chuckles as he leaves. "Whatever you say!"

Note: I don't know anything about sports. I barely remember stuff from when I played soccer so if hockey doesn't have kiss cams then oops. Just wanted to write a 2p Canada one with this plot lmao. Don't expect much accuracy whenever I mention sports!

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Anon asked: #47 with 2p Spain from the prompt meme please?

47: “I’m not surprised that you murdered him.”

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“I thought he was fine, what happened to make you off him?” Your boyfriend Andres, just came home from ‘work’ as you called it with splatters of blood on his clothing making you concerned of course.

You thought he got into a tussle and got hurt, but turns out he had to get rid of one of his crew members and you wanted to know why. You were always so nosy like that. 

Andres, shimmed out of his pants and took off his shirt leaving him in only his boxers as a blush came to your cheeks before pulling your attention back to his face so he could explain.

Throwing the dirtied articles into the hamper, he pulled on a pair of lounge pants and a clean white tank top. You made your way to the bed and plopped onto it waiting for him to finish. 

Feeling the bed dip and an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you forward, you knew it was story time. Facing your boyfriend, he gave you a peck on the lips. Of course, he’d only do this behind closed doors since he had a reputation to keep up and all.

“Well, he was a good guy, until I found out where he was going after work hours,” the frown was evident on his tan face as he continued, “That hijo de puta (son of a bitch) was following you.” Your head snapped up at his words.

“W-what?” That was such a scary thought and you didn’t even know it was happening. A shiver went up your spine as Andres smoothed his large hands up and down your back. “It’s okay chica, I took care of him, for good. You’re safe now, you’ll always be safe with me.”

Snuggling into Andres’ warm hold, you mumbled out, “Well, I’m not surprised that you murdered him.” The large Spanish man chuckled and held you a bit closer and tighter that night.

[somehow-a-writer]

Drunken Accident {2P England X Reader}

It's been a week since that fateful day and (F/N) have been doing their absolute damnedest to avoid their friend and huge crush, Oliver. It's been hard, especially with how persistent Oliver can be but also because of how much it hurts. If only they hadn't agreed to that stupid drinking game Francois had come up with while they were last hanging out with Oliver and his brothers, this probably could've been avoided. (F/N) wasn't black-out drunk but they were just drunk enough to tell Oliver they had romantic feelings for the adorable cotton candy aesthetic Brit. When it finally clicked what happened and before anyone could do or say anything, (F/N) ran out of the house and back to their own with the heart-wrenching feeling Oliver wouldn't possibly feel the same. So once sobering back up, they decided to avoid the Brit at all costs to save themselves from the rejection.

What (F/N) didn't know was that after they left and everyone had processed what just happened, Oliver smiled as everything connected. He felt the same but never said anything due to not wanting to jeopardize their wonderful friendship. He sadly sighed, closing the front door that was left wide open before grabbing his phone, trying to get ahold of (F/N) in whatever way he could. No such luck though, the more time that passed, the more he worried. He knew he had to say something but was too nervous to say it in person, despite knowing what (F/N) had said. He even had asked his brothers for help, pleading for advice or even just for them to talk to (F/N) and invite them over, anything. Eventually, he realized it wasn't working. What neither knew was how much they both regretted their actions that night but were too anxious to confront it as well.

(F/N) looked at their phone, another text from Oliver, another sad smile creeping its way to their lips. "I'm sorry, Ollie… Please forgive me…" (F/N) whispered into their room, slowly pushing off the bed and making their way toward the closet. They threw on a (f/c) tank top with a (f/c) sweater over top and a pair of black jeans. Grabbing their bag and slipping on a pair of shoes, they head out of the house, making sure to lock up before heading towards a nearby park. It was one of those days where it was just cloudy enough to block out the sun but not be too chill nor expect rain, it felt comforting as (F/N) walked towards their favorite tree at the park. They say at the base of the sturdy trunk, leaning back into it as they pulled a book from their bag. They sat there for a while, just reading in content, occasionally physically or whispering verbal reactions they couldn't hold back.

Oliver shoved his hands in his pockets, walking through the park, lost in thought and trying to clear his head. He knew he need to do something but didn't know what nor that opportunity was knocking already. After a bit of walking around absently, Oliver noticed a family figure sitting under a tree, (F/N). He quietly made his way over, hoping they wouldn't notice as he got closer, thankfully they were too absorbed in their book to notice anything happening around them. Oliver sat under the tree as well, not right next to (F/N) but still close enough that they could see each other and were at arm's length. "U-Um hello poppet." Oliver greeted, albeit more shaky than he was hoping. (F/N) was automatically brought out of their book trance, instantly recognizing that cheerful British voice, even if it was more nervous than usual, they knew it was too late so they just stayed. "Hi, Oliver…" (F/N) quietly replied, placing a bookmark at their current pint before setting the book down and glancing at him. It's been a while since they used his name and not a nickname but it didn't seem right to use a nickname after that night. Oliver looked surprised for a moment, smiling gently when he realized they weren't going to run away again. "Oliver? You know you can still call me Ollie or anything else, poppet, you always can." He chuckled lightly before looking up at the (h/c), his gentle blue eyes meeting their (e/c) ones. "I have a decent idea of why you've been so distant recently… I can understand why too but love if you want to leave again I won't stop you but, let me say this first. I love you. Oh so much. With every piece of me, I absolutely love you (F/N). I didn't say anything that night because I was surprised and it took a bit for my silly head to catch up, I truly apologize for not coming to you sooner. I understand if you're upset with me or have moved on already or-" Before he could continue, (F/N) grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, cupping his cheek in the process.

Tears had pricked the corners of both their eyes, threatening to spill over, each for different reasons. They smile as they place a gentle kiss on his lips, Oliver's eyes widen before slowly closing and melting into it, placing his free hand on their waist. They pull apart after a bit, connecting their foreheads with smiles on their faces. Both silently let their tears fall, now with a new and similar meaning. Everything was soft, gentle, and calm now, words didn't need to be spoken to understand but it felt right to say something anyway. "I'm so sorry, Ollie. I love you to no end, forever and always. I-I thought it would be better if I didn't say anything after that confession but… I felt horrible for not responding… Oh Oliver, I'm so terribly sorry, could you ever forgive me for such stupidity?" Their tears only flowed more as they choked back a sob.

Oliver's eyes widen in surprise and he wiped away his now lover's tears, smiling warmly. "Now, now my dear poppet, there's no need to cry, it's quite alright. We both did stupid things from then to now but what's important is that we now know the truth and are together. Besides, I could never be upset with you for this, I can only imagine what you were thinking and feeling. I promise to make up that lost time to you, tenfold. I love you so much poppet, let's get you home and I'll make (f/f) for you, alright?" (F/N) nods, sniffling a little as they pecked Oliver's cheek. "T-That sounds nice… Again, I'm sorry Ollie…" He chuckles a bit, standing up and offering a hand to (F/N). "Please poppet, you have no need to apologize, everything is alright now. Let's head home, shall we? Oh- Would you prefer your house or mine?" (F/N) takes his hand, standing up with his support and grabbing their bag before the two begin walking home. "Yours. Whether the boys are there or not, it's such a comforting place to be." Their voice was still quiet but was brimming with happiness. Oliver hummed happily, noticing this and at the fact, they found his home comfortable. "Mmm well, I'm quite happy to know you enjoy our house, despite how my brothers can be sometimes. Once they hear what's happened, I know they'll be happy as well. They kept saying how weird it was you weren't over as much but whenever I asked for their help, they weren't all that helpful!" The brit puffed his cheeks, pouting at the memory earning a giggle from you. "I have a feeling that's about to change very soon."

Note: I wanted to write something cute and nice for 2P England since most of the one-shots I've read about him were all pretty much following the same plot; meet/already are friends with/have a crush on friendly Brit but don't listen to gut instinct, later get kidnapped then murdered to be used as ingredients. I know that's the most common headcanon for him and I am by no means hating on the authors but I do wish he got more variety in some works. I think he's quite an interesting character and could be the scariest out of all the 2Ps based on personal headcanons but ah, I'm rambling now. Apologies, I hoped you enjoyed this probably short chapter.

[somehow-a-writer]

Best Friends Brother {2P Italy X Reader}

With a sigh, you browse your closet for something to change into while going out with Flavio to the mall per his earlier, almost pleading, text. You chuckle thinking about how much begging he probably would've done if you didn't agree after a bit. You quickly change from your pajamas by grabbing a simple black tank top with a small butterfly design, black jeans with a chain, and a pair of Converse and adding a choker and some rings to complete your look before grabbing your bag and keys, and setting out to meet Flavio at the nearby mall. Since it was a nice day out and your meeting place wasn't all that far from where you lived, you decided to just walk over and enjoy the day.

While you were getting ready and walking there, Flavio decided it would be a good idea to make Luciano tag along so he could get out of the house. Luciano wasn't taking too kindly to practically being drug outside when he planned to just have a relaxing day at home. "Giuro che se non mi lasci andare ti pugnalerò." Luciano said through clenched teeth, trying to get out of his brother's grip. "Aww non è divertente! Avanti, dov'è il tuo lato divertente? Inoltre, non vorremmo che la Bella aspettasse a lungo, vero?" Flavio glanced over at his brother, grinning as he knew that Luciano couldn't say no to (Y/N) despite not ever planning on admitting it. Admittedly, Luciano didn't truly give a flying fuck about you at first but after being best friends with his brother for so long, he grew more fond of you over time and came to befriend you as well. After a bit of contemplation, Luciano just sighed and gave in. "Bene. Andiamo." Flaviolet out a small, happy squeal as he dragged Luciano to the car and shoved him in before slipping into the driver's side. "Oh Dio, moriremo..."

Not long after you arrived in the food court, you received a text from Flavio. 'Hey (nickname)! Just got here, where are you hiding away??!' You giggle quietly as you send a reply, telling him about where you are in the food court, keeping an eye out for where your fabulous blonde friend is, still unaware of the fact there would be another to join you. Within a couple of short minutes, you hear an Italian voice shouting. "Ciao Bella!~" You look in the direction of the voice and break into a large small, jogging through the crowd towards your friend. "Hey, Flavio! Great timing, per usual! Hm? You didn't say Luciano would be joining us, how'd you manage that? Hi Luciano, it's been a bit, how have ya been?" Flavio just chuckles, shaking his head. "A magician never reveals his secrets, Cara (nickname)~." Luciano rolls his eyes at his brother's comments, before giving you a small smile. "Ciao Bella, I've been fine. How about yourself?" A faint blush creeps its way onto your cheeks along with a shy smile. "Little stressed but overall okay. Ya know, I think that was the first you've called me beautiful just in casual attire. I um...T-Thank you..." Luciano smirks, giving you a small nod in acknowledgment.

The three of you wander through various different stores, no matter if someone doesn't like the store another would be there to keep their spirits up. Flavio and Luciano tried multiple times to convince you they should be able to buy you something you wanted, however, you felt guilty in accepting their offer so you always politely refused. Upon wandering the halls of stores, you slipped into Hot Topic and started browsing various sections. Once they realized you had slipped away somewhere and had found you again, you were looking through one of the dresses hanging up for your size and the price, which was a tad difficult with how high it was hung. The pair noticed this and made a quiet agreement before heading towards you. Luciano stepped up behind you and flipped through the tags easier and faster. Being that extra few inches really helped. However, not expecting the sudden appearance, you squeaked and whipped around quickly with a small blush from the close proximity. "U-Um... L-Luciano...? I feel like I suddenly missed something now. Where-Where did you suddenly come from? The shadows??" You question, a little flustered over the suddenness. He chuckles, smirking down at you as he carefully unhooks the hanger with the dress you were looking at. "Maybe~. But that's beside the point now. Like it or not, you're getting at least one gift from us, Bella ~." He coos the last bit, patting your head before going off to another part of the store, presumably to find something else.

After a while of walking around, the boys held to what Luciano said despite your attempts to persuade them from it. Aside from a couple of small items, everything was pretty much a surprise within the large bags being carried. "Oh! Bella (nickname)! You should come over once we finish up for a small, private fashion show!" Flavio smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked. "A fashion show? I mean, you know I'm always down to hang out with you guys but fashion shows aren't really my thing." "Oh trust me, this one will be. Well if there's nothing else here to go to, let's go get this started!" Flavio excitedly said, looking at the others for their input. Luciano and you agreed that heading home was fine and soon enough, the three were on the way back to the car to return to the Vargas home for this mysterious fashion show.

After arriving home, Flavio left you and Luciano to chat in the living room while he 'got things ready'. In reality, he rushed to one of the spare rooms and separated the clothing items into one area, the items you knew about into one bag and the various other miscellaneous items into another bag. Flavio walked back with both bags and a smile that could rival the Cheshire Cat's, handing the bag of surprise items to Luciano for after and setting the other bag down, he clapped his hands together. "Alright Cara (nickname), I want you to go to the guest room and that's where the show will start, just come out when you're ready!" You got up and started walking towards the room, stopping in the living room doorway upon fully realizing what he said. "Wait. I'm the one showcasing everything!?" Flavio nodded, waving his hands in a shooing motion. "SÌ! Ora vai!" With a sigh and a blush already threatening its way to your face, you quickly scurry to the room, knowing there was no point in changing his mind. Closing the door behind you, you make your way towards the various clothes on the bed, getting changed into the first outfit.

Around at least an hour had passed by the time you were finally on the last one, it was the one Luciano had grabbed for you at Hot Topic. You slipped into it and realized it was much shorter and lower cut than you initially thought. not having leggings to pair with it, you walked out with a blush. Flavio had been complimenting and making various comments about the perfect pairings as well, Luciano on the other hand had been practically silent with an ever-growing and deepening blush. Once you came out in this one, Flavio squealed over how adorable he thought you looked, begging for a spin to see how it looked overall. You shyly nodded, keeping your eyes everywhere except the brothers while you slowly turned around. The dress looked amazing on you, you just weren't used to the cut on it. From ear to ear, Luciano had turned completely red and was trying to hide it behind his hand. Flavio could easily tell how the two felt about each other so as a bit of encouragement, he nudged his brother with a shit-eating grin. "Well? Doesn't the Bella Ragazza look absolutely magnifica?~" Luciano nods quickly, keeping his face covered as he looks at (Y/N), not trusting what might come out if he did try to speak. With a sheepish smile and a dark blush, you quickly scurry back to the guest room to change back into your earlier attire. Once he was sure you couldn't hear him, he mumbled into his hand, still trying to recover. "Fanculo, è così dannatamente meravigliosa." After a pause, he shoots an all-too-knowing look at Flavio. "Stavi tramando tutto questo fin dall'inizio, vero, pezzo di merda?" "E se lo fossi?" Flavio chuckled, tilting his head in curiosity. Before Luciano could say or do anything, however, you were already stepping into the living room with a confused look at the sudden tension. "Did I miss something...?"

"Niente~ Now come sit and you can have the rest of your gifts!~" Flavio ushered you towards the couch, patting the spot between the two of them. With a nod, you walk over, sitting between the two of them, and noticing Luciano's blush was still fairly prominent. "Luciano, are you feeling alright? You're quite red..." Leaning a bit closer, you gently place your inner wrist on his forehead. "Mmm... No temperature, that's good." Luciano only blushed darker again, stumbling over his words some as he quickly handed you the bag. "I-I'm alright! Non preoccuparti per me. Qui!" You tilt your head a little at his sudden change of attitude but nod, taking the bag. "If you're sure. Thank you as well." You pull out a variety of different items; jewelry, anime merchandise, a couple of boxes of pocky, and a few new pins for your collection. You smiled so wide, your cheeks hurt by the need, bouncing a little in excitement and small squeals over practically every item. You lunged at Flavio in a bone-crushing hug first before doing the same to Luciano, both returning your hug. "You both are absolutely amazing! Too impossibly sweet for words and just incredibly wonderful!!~ I still feel guilty you guys spent money on me but I'm extremely grateful for you guys! I love you two so much." You teared up a bit at the end, overwhelmed by happiness and how much these two truly mean to you. They quickly hug you, gently wiping any tears threatening to spill. "Thank you (nickname), we're the truly grateful ones to have you in our lives~ I'm glad you enjoyed everything! Thank you for being you, care (Y/N)." Flavio smiles, petting your head. Luciano leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, rubbing your back. "Anything for you, principessa. You're the true blessing so seeing you happy is always worth it, no matter what." You smile shyly, blushing as you hold them close, whispering a small thank you.

After recovering from the joyous outburst and tears, Flavio heads to the kitchen to get started on supper. Staying with Luciano on the couch as you chat, you grab a box of pocky and open it. Placing one in your mouth, you tilt the box toward Luciano in an offering manner. He pauses before smirking and leaning closer, taking the other end in his mouth. 'Does he mean he wants to play the pocky game??' You think to yourself, a blush already forming as you take a hesitant bite, Luciano doing the same. After a bit of back and forth, it's finally your turn but that would also lead to kissing him. You finally take that last bite, planning on pulling away quickly after, Luciano bets you to that aspect, however, cupping your cheek and holding you close. It was soft but all the feelings were easily passed between the two. Slowly you broke apart, gently resting your foreheads against each other with loving smiles. "Ti amo~." "I love you too~." Flavio smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Took you guys long enough to finally admit it. Nice to officially have you as a sorella, (nickname)!" Luciano grabbed a knife from his jacket, casually throwing it so it'd land a few inches from Flavio. "Stupido fratello, non sai quando non interrompere?!" "No, non lo so. Arrivederci!" Flavio laughed, heading back to resume cooking. You giggle, placing a hand on his chest and kissing his cheek. "You're so cute. But, again, please do try not to murder him. I know we're both quite attached to the little shit that is known as Flavio." Luciano chuckles, resting his head on your shoulder. "Potrò essere carino ma tu sei assolutamente tutto, amore mio~."

~Translations - all done using google translate, many apologies if any are incorrect. Please feel free to correct me on any translations!~

Giuro che se non mi lasci andare ti pugnalerò. - I swear if you don't let go, I will stab you.

Aww non è divertente! Avanti, dov'è il tuo lato divertente? Inoltre, non vorremmo che la Bella aspettasse a lungo, vero? - Aww that's no fun! Come on, where's your fun side? Besides, we wouldn't want Beauty to wait long, would we?

Bene. Andiamo - Fine. Let's go

Oh Dio, moriremo... - Oh god, we're gonna die...

Ciao Bella - hello beautiful

Cara - dear

SÌ! Ora vai! - yes! Now go!

Bella Ragazza - beautiful girl

Magnifica - magnificent

Fanculo, è così dannatamente meravigliosa. - Fuck me, she's so damn gorgeous.

Stavi tramando tutto questo fin dall'inizio, vero, pezzo di merda? - You were plotting this from the beginning weren't you, you shithead?

E se lo fossi? - And if I was?

Niente - nothing

Non preoccuparti per me. Qui! - Don't worry about me. Here!

Principessa - princess

Ti amo - I love you

Sorella - sister

Stupido fratello, non sai quando non interrompere?! - Stupid brother, don't you know when to not interrupt?!

no, non lo so - no, I don't

Ciao - hello

Arrivederci - goodbye

Potrò essere carino ma tu sei assolutamente tutto, amore mio - I may be cute but you're absolutely everything, my love

[somehow-a-writer]

That's Unexpected {2P Romano X Reader}

You leave your phone alone for fifteen minutes to make lunch. Now it won't stop going off with notifications for new messages. 'Ya'll have the worst timing...' You sigh, sitting down with your lunch. Flipping on some random YouTube video you grab your phone, opening the group chat that had finally calmed a bit. Most of it was Flavio talking about how his latest fashion show went and Oliver stating they should plan something to celebrate. A soft smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, thinking how nice it'd be to get together to celebrate Flavio's career. 

Mystic_Mess: "That sounds like a great idea! We definitely need to get plans figured out soon. Already throwing my vote for Oliver to bring the snacks tho!!" 

TrendSetter: "Si! I second that! Should we invite anyone else?"

Cupcakes: "The two of you are so kind! I promise to deliver! As for guests, I think having a few more could be enjoyable. Anyone in particular you're thinking of?"

TrendSetter: "How about Allen, Hermes, Zao, Lutz, Mio Fratellino, and Bernard?"

Mystic_Mess: "Alrighty, fine with me. Just need to figure out a time now."

Cupcakes: "How about this upcoming Saturday? It gives us a week to get everything figured out and adjusted as necessary."

Trendsetter: "Si! I'll send the invites."

Cupcakes: "Perfect. I'll work on snacks later this week then!"

Mystic_Mess: "Can't wait!! Gotta go start cleaning... Uuuugh I don't wanna! Can I just bribe someone else to do it???"

TrendSetter: "The faster it's done, the sooner you can relax, mia cara."

A small pink dusting covers your cheeks at the new nickname. You get up and go to your room for your headphones. Can't clean without some music after all. After getting your music set up, you decide to start with the quickest task and move up to ones that would take longer. The rest of the day was spent doing various chores around the house, leaving you to think about the upcoming party. After a shower and nightly routine, you tried to push down the excitement that had bubbled up throughout the day to get some sleep.

Over the next few days, things slowly started falling into place for the little party. Oliver made various types of sweets. Flavio and you went out on a shopping trip for various drinks as well as various savory and salty snacks to balance it out. As the days passed, the excitement grew among the group, but especially with the three who originally planned it. At one point it was decided to be held at the Vargas Manor, making transportation a bit easier for everyone.

The night before the party, you decided to lay out your outfit. Searching through your closet, you decided on the dress Flavio gave you for the holidays a few months ago. It was a solid navy blue dress with lace over the top of the simple matte material, there was a small decorative belt around the waist, and went down just past the knees. Pairing with it simple black flats, stockings, and a white cardigan. It was still early spring so better to be prepared for chilly weather than not to be. With a satisfied nod and smile, you set everything on your chair before getting ready and going to bed. Alarms were set. The outfit was prepared. All last-minute things were taken care of earlier. All that's left is to pick up Oliver tomorrow and help him bring in the sweets.

The following morning, you got dressed, happily singing along to the music blasting from your phone. After breakfast, you grab your purse and keys. Leaving the house and locking the door before hopping into the driver's seat to head to Oliver's house. Thankfully it was far. After a quick fifteen-minute drive, you pull into Oliver's driveway. After parking, you head up to his front door and knock. "Hey, Oliver! It's (Y/N), ready?" You call out. Within a couple of minutes, the door opens quickly to reveal a brightly colored Brit. "Hello, poppet!! Perfect timing. I just finished packing up the last of the snacks. I promise I didn't go too crazy this time!" 

The pink-haired male chuckles as he opens the door more for you. You giggle as you walk into the familiar home, closing the door behind you. "I mean, if there were leftovers I can guarantee they'd have a home to go to afterwards. Everyone loves your food for a good reason after all!" Oliver smiles, shyly scratching his cheek. "You're too kind, poppet." You and Oliver grab a few Tupperware containers each before heading back your your car, loading them into the back seats. Slipping into the front seats, the two of you start your drive to the Vargas Manor. The car ride was full of idle chitchat, jokes, laughter, and singing along to the radio. The party hadn't even started but it seemed like today was shaping up to be a great day. Especially since you get to spend it with a number of your friends.

After a half-hour drive, you pull into and park in the driveway in one of the many open areas. As you and Oliver started grabbing the Tupperware from the back seat, there was an excited yell from the front door. Before you fully realized what was happening, Oliver quickly followed by you were engulfed in a hug. Naturally being careful of the items the two of you were holding. "Ciao miei cari amici! The drive was good, si?" You nod, returning the hug from the excited Italian man. "Mhm, traffic was pretty chill. We kept chatting about how excited we were for you and couldn't wait to hear stories about how the show went." Flavio chuckled, leading the way inside yet another very familiar home. "Don't worry, there's plenty of stories! Allen, Zao, and Lutz have been writing different party games and putting them in a hat for later. By the way, you look assolutamente sorprendente." Flavio smiles, winking at you as the trio walks towards the kitchen. Oliver slightly nudges you with a knowing smile as a small blush covers your cheeks. You say a small, almost a squeak of a thank you as the Tupperware is set down.

Oliver leaned over and whispered in your ear. "I'll set these out, go and spend time with him. I won't take no for an answer either." When you tried to say something, he simply gave you a small push towards Flavio. A surprised squeak escaped as you tried to catch your balance after stumbling backward. Flavio was quick to react after hearing you, grabbing your shoulders. "Whatever Oliver told you to do, should listen to him, mia cara. Come on, I'm sure some of the others want to say hi." With that, Flavio led you away to the living room where most of the others were. So far the ones who were already there were, Allen, Zao, and Lutz. Luciano was technically in the building but finishing up some important paperwork. That left Hermes and Bernard. Granted they lived a bit further away so most likely on the way but dealing with traffic.

You walk over to the couch and sit in one of the open spots, exchanging greetings and a bit of small talk with the three already there. "So what games have you guys thrown in the hat so far?" You curiously ask, looking between the guys. "Vell, ve have the basics. Ja know, truth or dare, spin the bottle, charades, uno, and a few other board and video games." Lutz said, listing each thing on his hand as he went. Zao was the next to talk, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "I heard the Flavio was especially looking forward to if we did truth or dare or spin the bottle." "Really? I knew he had feelings for someone but he won't say who. 

Could it be you might be plotting something, dearest Flavi?" You look from Zao to Flavio, playfully batting your eyelashes. Absolutely and completely oblivious to the fact it was towards you. It was amusing to some of your mutual friends, like Zao and Allen, but always made Oliver shake his head. It was painfully obvious to practically everyone except Flavio and yourself that you had feelings for each other. Flavio chuckled, patting your head. "Don't worry about it, bella. You'll see either way." You tilted your head a little, simply deciding to shrug it off as Flavio being Flavio. 

"How about ve play Uno vhile ve vait for zhe last two?" Lutz suggested, leaning forward as he grabbed the box of cards. A variety of 'yes' sounded throughout the living room. Lutz nodded, taking the cards from the box. As Lutz shuffled the deck, everyone gathered closer together around the coffee table. Once the deck was cut and dealt out, the chaos soon followed. The more rounds that passed, there was more cursing and the group got louder. Luciano, somehow, managed to finish his paperwork without storming downstairs and telling everyone to 'shut up' or threatening them somehow. After another round had finished, Luciano came downstairs and quietly took a seat amongst the group. "Hi Luci, I take it you want to be dealt in?" You ask, shuffling the cards. He sighed, knowing no matter how many times he told you, you were keeping the nickname. Only in private, however. You knew better than to say it in public or with important people around. 

"Ciao bella ragrazza. Si, I'm joining the game. Have you been taking care of yourself, ragazza?" You nod, dealing the cards to everyone. "Mhm. I've been trying my best to. Flavio has been sweet enough to help on the days when I struggle a bit more. Oh! Thank you for the pasta the other day, it was great!" Luciano quietly chuckles, patting your head. "Bene. Fratello always ends up pacing around when you don't. Glad you enjoyed the pasta." You sheepishly smile, glancing between the two brothers as the game starts. "Flavi really does that?" Flavio shoots his brother a look. That was just ignored in the end. Damn siblings. "Si, he does." "Fratellino!" You giggle, rubbing Flavio's back. "Don't be embarrassed, it's sweet." Oliver smirks, knowing the feelings his friends have. Flavio blushes brightly, kissing the top of your head. "Non dolce quanto te, mia cara." 

After a while, a knock was heard. Luciano went to answer it, the cards being slipped back into the box. Soon enough, Luciano returned with Hermes and Bernard in tow. Everyone catches up as you go to the kitchen to grab drinks for the new arrivals. After handing out the drinks and sitting down, Flavio starts talking about how the show went. The best bits. The chaos that ensued because a model quit over text. The positive reviews. The way the decor and venue blended great, and went beyond what he had imaged. Aside from a few moments, it sounded like it was an amazing time and people loved his designs once again. 

After the stories had finished, Bernard was quick to pipe up. "What's with the hat?" "We put a bunch of typical party games in there. That way it was a random choice." Zao explained, grabbing and shaking the hat. "Who's gonna be the first to pick?" Allen asked, looking around the group of people. "Fratello should." Luciano stated, waving his hand at his brother. "Me? Okay. Pass the hat." Allen grabbed the hat, sticking it out towards Flavio. He stuck his hand in, swirling it around a bit before grabbing one of the slips. Flavio pulled the small paper out, unfolding and reading it. "Let's see... Truth or Dare."

"Vell this is gonna be interesting. Vho vill start?" Lutz asks, placing an elbow on his knee and resting his chin on his hand. Bernard was quick to volunteer. "Zao, truth or dare?" "Hmmm... Truth." Zao responded, shrugging. "What's the strangest thing you've eaten?" Zao thought for a minute, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Fuck. I've had so much weird shit...' He thought to himself. "I'll go with peanut butter and pickles." Luciano slowly looked over to Zao, the most confused and horrified look on his face. Oliver and Flavio were shaking their heads. Lutz, Allen, and you were laughing. Hermes was busy shaking his head. "Please say that you didn't randomly come up with that yourself..." Zao smirked, nodding. "That's exactly what happened. If it helps, it was probably influenced by drugs."

"Allen. Truth or dare?" Zao asked, turning to the brunette. "Dare!" Allen crossed his arms, prepared for whatever was coming. Zao chuckles. "For the next ten minutes, every time you're asked something, you have to respond with a bark." Allen sighs, nodding. "Alright, anyways, let's see... Oliver, truth or dare?" "Oh. I'll go with truth." "What's the worst thing you've ever said to someone?" Allen asks, quirking an eyebrow at the kind man. Oliver rubs his chin in thought for a minute. Soon Oliver's face was flushed bright red from embarrassment. "It was um... 'Get the fuck out of my damn shop, you wanker'..." Everyone, except you, gasped. Luciano chuckled. "Wow. Buon lavoro, Oliver." You lean over, patting Oliver on the head. "No need to be embarrassed, it was for a good reason." 

Flavio looked between his two best friends, somehow more surprised now. "Wait, (Y/N), you knew about that!?" You rub the back of your neck, sheepishly smiling. "Yeah... I was there. Some guy wouldn't leave me be while I was helping Oliver at his bakery. Even after multiple times being told to stop. Oliver noticed and stepped in. We didn't say anything because it wasn't a huge issue and-" You cut yourself off with a squeak. Flavio had leaned over a bit, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. He had a small scowl, holding you close. "And didn't tell you because we knew you'd be upset. We didn't want that." Flavio hugged you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. "You should have kicked him in the balls, mia cara." You quickly cover your mouth, shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh. Oliver chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm fairly certain Poppet was ready to do more before I stepped in. Alright, anyway. Hermes, truth or dare?"

"Dare." "Let's see... Do a shot of vinegar." Hermes raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and got up. He went to the kitchen and came back shortly after with a bottle of vinegar. Allen passed him an empty shot glass as he sat down. Once the shot was poured, Hermes carefully brought it up and downed it immediately. He grimaced but set the shot glass down, seemingly not bothered aside from the first taste. "Luciano, truth or dare?" "Dare. Whatever you got can't be too bad." "Fair enough. Whisper something you've never told anyone else to the person on the right." Luciano paused, trying to think of something. He leaned closer to Allen, holding his hand up as he whispered the well-kept secret.  Allen muttered a barely audible 'shit' once Luciano sat back up.

"Si. Now, fratello, truth or dare?" There was a small pause from Flavio before he responded. "Dare." "Call the person you love." At the way Flavio and you went, there would be so much time wasted. This was a much faster way but leaving it be could lead to some pretty funny things to look back on. Flavios' cheeks were flushed a deep red as he grabbed his phone from the side table. You could feel your heart beat out of your chest but simultaneously drop to the pit of your stomach. It was such a weird mixed feeling. Flavio scrolled through his contacts, eventually clicking on the right one and calling. Not even a minute later you could hear your phone ringing from your bag that was still laying near the spot you were previously sitting. Confused, you lean over a bit, Oliver helping and pushing your bag closer so you can grab it. 

You pull your phone out, looking at the screen. It read as Flavio's contact name. You turn around, face immediately turning a deep red when everything fully hit. Flavio smiled, gently cupping your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb. "Ti amo, mia cara." You lean into his hand, smiling. "I love you too." "Truth or dare mia cara?" "Umm... How about dare?" Flavio smirks. "Bene. Go on a date with me over the weekend then." You laugh, kissing his cheek. "You fucking dork. I would've done that anyway." "Dio mio. It took you long enough." There were a few agreements with Lucianos' comment. "Long enough? Wait how long have you had feelings for me?" Flavio sheepishly smiled. "Three years..." You giggle, hiding your face in your hands. "We could've been together this whole fucking time!" Flavio chuckles before whispering. "Don't worry, Principessa, we can always make up for lost time."

The game continued for another half an hour. The party lasted fairly well into the night, with various games played and movies watched. Overall it was a great time. Eventually, people started to disperse. Oliver decided to catch a ride with Allen back, but before he left he passed along his congratulations for his two best friends finally dating. Once everyone left, you helped the brothers clean up the minimal mess and put everything else away. When you went to grab your things to leave, Flavio stopped you. "Bella, why not stay the night? Neither of us works tomorrow, besides it's quite late. It'd be dangerous to drive so late." Before you could even respond, Luciano commented as he passed by. "Fratello has a point. I'd rather have you as a sorella than mio fratello." You laughed, hiding in Flavio's chest to try to keep some semblance of composure. Flavio gasped at his brothers' comment, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Fratellino!! You wound me so!" 

You could hear Luciano's footsteps stop before he started backtracking and peeked his head in. "Ti mostrerò la "ferita", cazzo. Oh. Sorella, if you ever need someone taken care of, you let me know." You nod. "Thank you, Fratello." Flavio, meanwhile, went from being overdramatically wounded before smiling warmly at the two he cared so deeply for. You were one of the few that his brother cared for and would help, no questions asked. It made him happy that his brother and now significant other got along. As well as the fact you were immediately recognized as part of the family. You look up at Flavio, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Whatcha thinking about, Bello?" Flavio chuckles, kissing your forehead. 

"How grateful I am that some of the most important people to me can get along so well. At least a bit better than Fratello and I. Also, the fact I'm with the most Bella ragazza with an equally Bella personality. Ti amo." You smile, humming softly. "You're almost sweeter than those cupcakes from earlier. I love you too. How about we go to bed and in the morning, I'll make you breakfast." Flavio picked you up bridal style, earning a squeak from you. He headed toward his room, with a content smile. "Unless I beat you to the punch." You share a small laugh. "Guess we'll see in the morning. How the hell did I manage to be in a relationship with the sweetest, funniest, fucking most attractive, incredibly smart, and talented man. I can't find the perfect words right now but you mean the world to me and I want you to know how much I love you." You smile, slowly growing more drowsy. Soon, you were laid down on his bed, almost immediately falling asleep. Flavio chuckled, laying beside you and pulling the blanket up over you both. "Principessa... Potresti pensare di essere quello fortunato, ma sono io ad essere fortunato. Prometto di assicurarmi che tu sia felice e che ti prendi sempre cura di te. Ti amo tanto."

~Translations - all done using Google Translate, many apologies if any are incorrect. Please feel free to correct me on any translations!~

Ciao - hello

Ciao Bella - hello beautiful

Ragazza - lass

Bene - good

Principessa - princess

Ti amo - I love you

anch'io ti amo - i love you too

Sorella - sister

Buon lavoro - good job

Mia cara - my dear

assolutamente sorprendente - absolutely stunning

Mio Fratellino - my little brother

miei cari amici - my dear friends

Non dolce quanto te, mia cara - not as sweet as you, my dear

Ti mostrerò la "ferita", cazzo - I'll fucking show you 'wound'

Potresti pensare di essere quello fortunato, ma sono io ad essere fortunato. Prometto di assicurarmi che tu sia felice e che ti prendi sempre cura di te. Ti amo tanto. - You may think you're the lucky one but it's me that's the lucky one. I promise to make sure you're happy and always taken care of. I love you so much.

[somehow-a-writer]

Demons {2P England X Reader}

Note: Another one inspired by a song, though this one won't have lyrics or anything like that! This will have a bit more of my headcanons for Oliver than the main ones, just an FYI!

You knew the rumors about Oliver, how he was a terrible murderer and a cannibal who used his victims in his confectionaries. However, you didn't believe them, even before meeting finally meeting him. Once you did meet the sweet pink-haired British man, you knew that the rumors had to be exaggerated. You both became fast friends thanks to Allen and soon enough without realizing it until it was too late, you had developed feelings for the man. Although, you knew he was dangerous but not to the point of what the rumors said. No, no, he didn't hurt anyone unless they hurt someone he cared about and when it did come to that point, he chose to use various poisons in whatever baked good he gave that person, making sure to switch it up so one caught on. He was definitely a kind, loving and sweet person but there was another side of him that would appear occasionally. Now as for cannibalism, you never witnessed any concerning ingredients being put into the food so you didn't really think about or ask him about it, there was simply no point. Sure, you did wonder when you first met him and helped him with his baking but nothing ever stood out amongst the years you've been friends. Truthfully, you didn't really care either, it was still Oliver at the end of the day and he was still your greatest friend.

Oliver originally never wanted to tell you about his darker side, fearing that it would drive you away from him and he didn't want to risk such a wonderful friendship. Unfortunately, that didn't work out one night when he noticed you being harassed on your way home, he took care of the person for you alright; since was on his way home from his bakery and this was a sudden thing, he rushed the person and quickly stabbed them where they're weren't going to make it out alive. You were petrified but he rushed you back to his house and apologized, explaining everything. To his surprise, you still wanted to be his friend after admitting to everything. After cleaning up a bit, it turned into a movie night cuddle up on the couch with a plethora of snacks to help distract you from earlier events. Not long after that night, he realized he had feelings for you as well, though too shy to admit to it.

Today Oliver had invited you over because he had something important to tell you which made your stomach do summersaults trying to think of what it could be. You shake your head, trying to remain positive about it, after all, he was most likely going to ask for you to be his baking assistant again. You put on an (f/c) T-shirt, a light jacket with a pair of (f/c) before slipping on shoes and grabbing your bag, and heading towards Oliver's house. After a bit of a walk, (F/N) reached Oliver's house and before even getting the chance to knock was greeted by a very excited yet somewhat nervous Brit. "Ah Hello there, poppet, please do come in!" Oliver stepped to the side, opening the door more. Once inside the familiar home, you slipped your shoes off, setting your bag to the side before following Oliver who was sitting on the couch. "Hey Ollie, what did ya want to talk about? You said it was important but never specified what it could've been." "I apologize for not specifying, I probably caused you so much worry because of it, I am terribly sorry, I swear that wasn't my intention! I-I just didn't know how to specify it without-" Allen suddenly cut Oliver off, yelling at him as he came down the hall. "Hey-o Ollie, did ya tell her you-" "Allen, I love you but if you so much as finish that sentence I will make sure you regret it." Oliver stated coolly, glaring at Allen who quickly shut up, just nodding in response before heading towards the kitchen.

With a sigh, he turns back toward you and apologetically smiles as your eyes meet. "I am very sorry about that. Allen's the one who encouraged me to do this but I wasn't expecting him to almost say it before I could… U-Um the thing I wanted to tell you about w-was… Poppet, I l-love you, very much. I understand if you don't feel the same but-" This time it was your turn to cut him off. Grabbing his shirt collar to pull him closer, kissing him deeply. Oliver froze, practically a statue at the sudden actions, his face, and ears a deep red. You pull away, letting your hands fall to either side of him to keep yourself propped up on the couch. "I love you too Ollie, forever and always." You tilt your head a little, a blush is quite apparent on your cheeks as you smile lovingly at the Brit across from you who seems to have malfunctioned. Suddenly Oliver tackles you to the couch, cupping your face with one hand as he passionately kisses you. You gladly return his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, you were practically overflowing with joy.

Allen came back through the living room from the kitchen and quickly whipped out his phone, taking a few pictures. "Ayo get it, Ollie!" He chuckles, running back towards his room as you quickly separate from embarrassment and air. "I'll deal with him later… And should probably thank him as well… For now, however, I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can, my poppet." Oliver says as you stare into each other's eyes, earning a light giggle from you at his earlier comments. Soon, you both were snuggled up on the couch, watching movies with plenty of snacks. 'Best day ever.' You thought to yourself, nuzzling into Oliver. No matter what people say or even if he could be dangerous, you knew the other sides of him and trusted him with every fiber of your being. Nothing could ever change the love you both shared.

[somehow-a-writer]

Enough {2P China X Bullied Reader}

Note: This is a song fic. Translations at the end

This empty feeling sets in my chest and I start to worry

Try to push it down, cast it out, but I can't control it, ah

Hanging on by the strings that you're pulling

So you cut me down just to push me around like I'm your

It was a typical day of walking the halls of college, just trying to get to class before they could find (F/N). You had no idea how it even started or what could have caused it, you mostly kept to yourself aside from being with friends or being forced to team up on group projects. People just weren't your thing. But, for some god-forsaken reason, a group of girls decided that you would be the perfect target to torment throughout college, and that they did-every chance they could.

Most of the things didn't bother you. The comments about your appearance, body, hair, or anything you enjoyed. What really got to you was when they decided to bring your friends into it. They started saying things like, "They're only your friend because they pity you," or "They don't really care about you it's all an act." Today was apparently going to be one of the days they brought your friends into this.

"Hey! (F/N)! Get your ass over here!" You heard one of the bullies calling to you as you tried to get past, using the crowd to hopefully hide you, which didn't seem to work. You continued walking, trying your best to ignore them, you were planning on meeting with Zao before class. One of the girls grabbed your wrist as you passed by, yanking you from the crowd and causing a few bystanders to curse. "You little bitch. Next time I say 'Get your ass over here', you fucking do it. Why were you even in a rush? Like anyone would want to be caught dead hanging out with you, especially looking like that. Were you trying to find Zao, perhaps? You're always with him, practically glued… Too bad for you though, he told me earlier that he finds you absolutely pitiful and barely manages to tolerate being around your stupid ass." The girl smirked, laughing as the others joined once she was done talking. You just stood there, looking at the floor, knowing it was just easier to not say anything.

Punching bag

Take it out on someone who won't hit you back

'Til we're all as broken as you

Oh, yeah

"No response huh? Whatevs. Come on, ladies, we have more important things to do than be around this pathetic shithead anyway." With that, they shoved you aside and walked by, the shove causing you to stumble and fall due to not paying attention. You groaned as you got up, sighing as you continued the walk while trying your best to keep from tearing up. You knew it wasn't true but that ball of anxiety inside you started to worry. Once you reach the classroom, you immediately went to the back and sat down with your face buried in your hands on the table. There was still plenty of time before class started and Zao usually came in within a few minutes of you arriving, hopefully by then you could hide the fact they had gotten to you today.

"Nǐ hǎo (F/N)." Zaosays as he walks closer to where the (h/c) girl was sitting, more like laying, at the desk. Quickly trying to calm down and hide how much you were genuinely hurting, you lifted your head with a small smile and a quiet reply. "Oh h-hey, Zao. H-How's it going?" Zao furrowed his burrows as he studied (F/N)'s face, instantly knowing something was wrong. "What happened? Was it those stupid fucks again? W-Wait Why are you crying!?" Zao questioned, slight panic washing over when he saw tears falling down your face, you yourself hadn't even realized it was happening till he said something. Quickly you wiped them away, shaking your head. "It's fine, don't worry about it. I promise I'm okay." You say quickly, a fake smile forming, trying to prove your point.

In a flash Zao has grabbed your chair, bringing you closer before turning it to face him. "Bì zuǐ, tíngzhǐ sāhuǎng. Sǎ. Tell everything, now." His voice was stern but also laced with concern for his closest friend. Looking down at the floor, twiddling your thumbs as you started explaining in a quiet tone. "It was them again… They did their usual shit but one thing really got to me and I know it shouldn't have but it's been making me really anxious since they said it and-" You were cut off from rambling by Zao. "Húyán luàn yǔ." He told you the meaning once and always used it to stop you from nervous rambles so you knew to shut up and get to the point now. This time you were much quieter, just audible enough for Zao to hear you. "They said you were only my friend because you felt pity for me…" At this, he fell silent, anger about to burst, not at (F/N) but at that group of girls. He was going to take care of this one way or another, (F/N) wasn't going to be crying because of them ever again. "After school, my house." That was all he said before the bell signaled class to begin. All (F/N) was nod, turning the chair back to its original position.

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy

You got your wish, he's rotting in hell

I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping

People-pleasing's never good for your health

So go fuck yourself

After school (F/N) practically ran out of the last class and off the school grounds, just trying to avoid that particular group of assholes. Eventually coming up to quite a large house, you went up and knocked on the door. You had only been over a couple of times so it was still nerve-wracking to come over. After a bit, the door opened to a very exasperated Zao. "Duìbùqǐ! I hope you weren't waiting long. Had to deal with siblings…" He sighs, opening the door further for you to come in. You shake your head, stepping in with a tiny 'thank you'. "No, no! It's alright, really. U-Um so, what was the reason for inviting me? You never did say." "Help. I'm going to help you stand up to them. If that no work then… I'll take care of them." Zao said, the last sentence you could practically feel his hatred as he led you towards his room.

Taking a seat across from each other on his bed, you shot him a wary glance, not sure how well this will work. As if knowing what you were thinking, Zao smirks. "Trust me, you can do it. And I'll be close by to deal with those yúchǔn de pìgu mǔgǒu if needed." You nod, smiling softly knowing you had the greatest friend in the world in front of you right now. "Thank you, Zao, for everything. I'll forever be in your debt at this rate!" You giggle a little at the end as Zao simply shakes his head. "Let's see how tomorrow goes first. Now, watch and learn then you do it." With that started the practice and learning the best ways to deal with the group of bullies. You even set up a code word for it you needed to tag team Zao in. After practice, working on homework, and having supper with his family and more homework, it had gotten quite late. After some back and forth then finally agreed and set things up, you stayed the night with Zao at his house, making sure to get up a bit earlier the next day and graciously accepting borrowed clothes from one of his sisters.

The next day the two of you went to school together, chatting almost the whole time. Once the group of bullies was spotted, (F/N) and Zao exchanged nods, the plan already set in motion. Before long walking down the hall, they called out to you, except this time their words practically oozed venom. "Don't worry, I'll be around the corner like we planned. You got this." Zao whispered to you before slipping away. You took a deep breath, sighing as you walked over. "Oh look, dumb bitch can learn a new trick after all!" They all started cackling at the remark. "You know what, I'm fucking done with all of the idiocy you lot spill. The true pitiful ones are you guys, honestly." You spat out, already irritated with the group, before they could say anything, you continued. This time with what Zao helped you practice.

'On this episode of "Friend or Foe?", you're throwing stones

And hope I'd tie a rope 'round my throat 'til I start to choke

You're a sick, persistent virus under my skin

Rather set myself on fire than let you win

I could give you the world, but you'd poison the seas

I could let down my guard, but then all that I'd be is just your

Punching bag

Just another pot calling the kettle black

Take it out on someone who won't hit you back

'Til we're all as broken as you

Oh, yeah

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy

You got your wish, he's rotting in hell

I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping

People-pleasing's never good for your health

So go fuck yourself’

'(F/N) started walking away once everything was out. The same bully that called you over had other plans though and quickly yanked you back, causing you to fall to the floor. You winced as you hit the ground, they laughed above you, one winding to start kicking. Calling out to Zao with the word you both agreed upon if things came to this, you braced for the impact which never came. Instead, you heard someone being slammed into a wall and a mix of gasps and curses. "I swear if I catch or hear any of you treating (F/N) like ass, you will be sorry." You still hadn't opened your eyes out of fear but you could clearly see a very pissed of Zao in your mind, solely from his tone and the energy around him. The group of girls only squeaked in fear before running away. Zao shook his head before turning his head and holding a hand to (F/N). "It's alright now, they're gone." You slowly look up at him, shakily taking his hand. The thought of nearly getting a bruised or broken rib still haunts your mind and anxieties. Zao carefully helped (F/N) up, pulling you into his chest for a tight embrace as he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You're okay, calm down. It's alright." He kept whispering reassuring words as you clung to him, still shaken up but so damn happy that he was here to help you. You let out a barely audible string of 'thank you's. Zao smiled, rubbing circles on your back. "You're welcome, anything for you."

~Translations - all done using google translate, many apologies if any are incorrect. Please feel free to correct me on any translations!~

Nǐ hǎo - hello

Bì zuǐ, tíngzhǐ sāhuǎng. Sǎ - shut up and stop lying. Spill

Húyán luàn yǔ - rambling

Duìbùqǐ - I'm sorry

Yúchǔn de pìgu mǔgǒu - stupid ass bitches