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Parent headcanons: Alfred, Allen, Matt, & Mathias

When it comes to the trials of adulthood, they have their own ways of getting on top. But parenting is what really puts them to the test. Starting a family and being one of the sole carers for another person will shine a light on the best and worst parts of them.

The big news

Alfred

He has the most normal reaction out of the four. Panic, acceptance, then excitement, he’s finally moving onto the final stages of adulthood and achieving his lifelong dream. Being a suburban dad and getting that white picket fence. It’s not just about liking kids, Alfred is rather traditional when it comes to his values; he has always romanticized the American dream. He already has a good job, all he needs is to make it happen.

“Fuuuuuck,” He whispers, eyes wide as he rakes his hands through his hair. He stands there for a few minutes, staring into space as you watch him tensely for his reaction. “We’re ready to be parents, right?”

Allen

He will freak out. Planned or unplanned, he’s not mentally prepared to be a father. He doesn’t think he’s good enough, but knows deep down he has to be. That’s what really scares him. If he needs to improve himself, it’s now or never. So after a week of panicking and catastrophizing, he’s ready to give himself a second chance — even if it’s for someone else. But his selflessness is key to his perseverance, and eventual success.

“I fucked up,” He squeezes you like a lifeline. It was the only conclusion he could come to after hours of talking about it, the only thing he could ever truly understand. “I fucked up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Mathias

He’ll be over the moon. He’s gonna be even more excited than you, but that’s kinda given when he doesn’t have to carry the baby and deliver it. Point is, Mathias is very family-oriented, so don’t expect anything less. He’s the most self-affirmed a person can be too, so he’s always ready to move onto the next stage in life. His nurturing character and openness to change will help you immensely in periods of stress and uncertainty.

“I’m so happy that I could cry,” He whispers with his head on your tummy. He’s half-awake after burning out from his own excitement, but his spirit is still in the right place. “We’re finally gonna have a family.”

Matt

Letting you into his life was already a miracle, and now he’s gonna be a dad? This is a human being that he’ll have to be responsible for, not something he can simply tap out of and run away from. Matt is driven by his interests, solitude, and above all else, his freedom. A baby would take away all of those things, and he’s so troubled by it that he disappears for a few weeks. He comes home to a slap, but it’s well-deserved.

“Are you gonna keep hitting me, or are you gonna let me go to my shed?” He sighs, closing his eyes as you keep wailing on him. And he just takes it, absorbing every strike that was your burning love for him.

“Why, so you can keep—” You shove him harshly so that he actually stumbles back. “—hiding from me?”

“No, I’m gonna build a crib and make some toys.”

Parenting style

Alfred

He’s everything you’d expect from a new parent. Freaking out over the little things, screaming when they do something new, burning out after weeks of sleep deprivation, etc. He isn’t perfect, and you’re gonna have to work with him like any other partner, but before you know it, the house is filled with photo frames. He’s your best friend, and sometimes before your partner, so he has a hard time giving and taking. But it’s also why you two will stick together through thick and thin.

Alfred eventually evolves into the archetype of fathers. He takes the backseat and tells his kids, ‘I don’t know, go ask your mother,’ or even gets in trouble for doing stupid things like leaving the toilet seat up. When you just finished yelling at the kids, he comes to them later and goes, ‘someone’s in a bad mood today,’ when he’s just glad it wasn’t him. But when it’s something really serious, he flips like a switch and takes the lead. When that happens, there’s no talking him down.

“Alright gang, ready to get the show on the road?” Alfred rubs his hands together excitedly before he starts the car. “When we get there, I want everyone to be on their best behavior. I’m already on thin ice.”

He has high expectations for his kids. Ever since they popped out, he’s been giving them the best of the best, like nice clothes, family trips, sports leagues, and dance. He also wants them to go to a prestigious university in the future and to do all the things he might have missed out on. Cue the ‘that’s your dream, not mine, dad!’ Alfred can be hard on his children when it comes to success, so you need to remind him they’ve got minds of their own and are not carbon copies of him.

He says he prefers sons until he gets a daughter. Alfred is an absolute sweetheart to his girls, and is way more lenient with them than his boys. He doesn’t mean to play favorites, but it’s just how he’s wired. However, it also means being quite strict and protective when they get to that age. No drinking and no sleepovers with boys present. Men are all animals according to him. But dad, aren’t you a man? Exactly! He’s the pioneer of ‘anything you do to my daughter, I do to you.’

Allen

He tried his absolute best to prepare, but it starts off a disaster. What can go wrong will go wrong. The baby gets sick, you’re away on urgent family business, so he needs to do it all without you. Allen stays in hospital with the baby overnight, and slowly, but surely, they get better. He ends up neglecting himself to put his child’s needs first, and by the time you get back, he’s burning up with a fever. But the baby is perfectly content and sleeping soundly in the crib because of him.

He wants the best for his family, even if it means sacrificing everything he has. He understands his limits, but there’s nothing he won’t do to make sure his kid gets every opportunity he never had. Sports, college, you name it. If everybody in class has branded sneakers, he’ll buy a pair just so they don’t feel left out. He’s always proud of his baby, and if anybody tried to bully them, they’ll have to answer to him. Allen sees the best of him in his child, but usually fails to see it in himself.

“You can have my egg. I’m not hungry, baby.” Allen says, sliding his plate to his little girl. He knows that you won’t be back with the groceries for an hour or so, and no kids are going hungry on his watch.

Allen doesn’t think there’s a particular way of parenting because no one child is the same. So long as they do their homework, get out under the sun, and have a good attitude, the rest is to be decided. If his child needs extra support, he’ll give it to them, and if they need a reality check, he’ll give that to them too. He reminds them how hard life can be without stability, so they should take their future seriously, but at the same time, he’s always gonna be there to give them a home.

Nobody would mess with his kids after one look at him. He’s an ex-marine without the ‘ex.’ His daughter will have trouble finding a boyfriend to begin with because of him, and when she finally does, they’re gonna have to gain his respect to be trusted with looking after his little girl. If his son ever gets into a fight, he’ll ask if he won then whoop his ass later. And in the principle’s office, he’s giving the other kid the worst stink-eye ever. He’s the dad that could beat up the other dads.

Mathias

He’s a total natural; all is well when the baby is in his care. He may be all over the place, but when he really cares about something, he’s in a constant state of hyper focus. The baby will always be clean, well-fed, and happy, so don’t worry about a thing. There’s also no such thing as 50/50 with Mathias. He knows that there will be times when one person has to take the lead. It’s not in his nature to keep track of who’s giving and taking the most. He’s too mature for that.

It’s like experiencing a second childhood for him. Reading picture books, fairytales, playing with legos, or going to places he went to as a kid, he treats parenthood as a chance to relive his best memories and love every second of it. He will never miss a parent event, performance, and appointment. His dedication makes him very perceptive of his child, so he always knows what to do or say to cheer them up. As they grow up, they maintain a very close relationship to him.

“We wanna go to Legoland!”

“You mean, you wanna go to Legoland,” You laugh at him, “I heard you talking to Bjorn about it last night.”

“That’s so he can make an informed decision, of course,” Mathias grins, not showing a hint of shame as he shuffles over with his phone on the home page of the Legoland site. “So I take that it’s decided?”

He’s a great parent, but he’s by no means strict. All he wants is for them to have a fighting chance in the world, like doing a job that they enjoy. He’s great at communicating with his kids and has a lot of compassion, which takes them a long way. He’s never had to discipline them besides setting boundaries and occasionally grounding them. You rule the home with a firmer hand, and maybe that’s why your kids respect you more but treat him more like a friend than a parent sometimes.

Mathias doesn’t bat an eye when his kids first start dating. He’s always been quite liberal, so he just tells them to be careful about the birds and the bees, then to talk to him if things get testy. The one thing he’ll do is to ensure they have high standards. Love is life’s reward, not something to cry yourself to sleep about. Eventually, he’ll invite their date over for dinner, and as it turns out, he’d be a great father in law. He’s very welcoming and treats any future Densens like one of his own.

Matt

He’s a trial-by-error, improvise as you go along kinda dad. He hasn’t put much thought into the trials of childcare, but he always works things out in his own way. If the bub keeps crying because they don’t want to be bottle-fed by him, he will cover his face with a picture of you. Easy-peasy. If they’re crawling around the bed, he will use them as a mousepad as he scrolls on his laptop. That way, he gets some leisure time while making sure they don’t actually go anywhere.

Matt is the opposite to a helicopter parent. When his kid trips and face plants into the ground, he doesn’t react. The trick is to not acknowledge it, because only then will they cry. He isn’t afraid to let them explore the world and gain their own agency. It’s good for them, he says. Some part of you thinks he just wants them to grow up quicker so he doesn’t have to take care of them anymore, but there’s always those special little moments.

“How about I teach you how to drive the truck?” Matt asks, walking back home with the family.

“He’s eleven.” You remark.

“Is that a problem?”

He’s all about the family business. If his children don’t want to go fishing and logging with him, fine, but if they show even the slightest bit of interest, he’s bought. Matt will be more than eager to show them the ropes. He takes them on camping trips to show them the beauty of the great outdoors, and the humility it takes to be apart of it. The art of it all is there’s no problem can’t be solved, and even a rugged man like him can be domesticated by the right person.

If his daughter got a boyfriend, he’d be waiting at home with a shotgun. Matt will then play it off like he just got back from a hunting trip. He’s the type to use silent intimidation, and it works like a charm. If not, he’ll tell jerks to get off his lawn even though he doesn’t have one, and when they ask what lawn, he’ll just say “all of it.” What he means is to get out of his sight and the woods, which is the lawn he’s talking about. (Ha!) On the flip side, he’s nice to girls his son brings home.

Losing the spark

Alfred

He has a tendency to let himself go when he gets comfortable. This usually happens when his first kid reaches their teenage years and he can afford to sit back now that they can do their own thing. He’s established a stable family unit, but he takes that for granted and gets a little lazy. As a result, he packs on a few pounds and tries less in the relationship. He’s not as attractive as he used to be, and you’re having more petty arguments.

“Why do I feel like you hate me?” He watches you mop the kitchen after you told him to do it. Only he delayed it to sit around on his phone and eat crisps. Even then, he still has the nerve to be upset about it.

“I don’t hate you, I’m just annoyed at you.”

“But you’re annoyed with me everyday.”

Allen

Losing the spark? Not on his watch! He never stops trying, ever, and keeps chasing you like when he first started dating you. His stability doesn’t come from money, it comes from you. You’re his rock, and nothing else matters so long as you’re here. He’s the epitome of ‘you know how daddy is about mommy,’ and he’s proud of it. He also takes great care of his body, and with his good genes, he practically ages backwards.

“You better wear that button-down shirt tonight, Al. A tank top isn’t gonna cut it,” You tell him.

“You callin’ me a deadbeat?” He questions.

“No, but you dress like one.”

“I thought you liked my clothes, babe.”

“I do, but the teachers won’t.”

“True that.” He fixes his collar in front of a mirror. He peers at his reflection, marveling at how well he cleaned up. A dress shirt and belt? He’s practically unrecognizable — until he grins, that is. “Still got it.”

Mathias

He’s always gonna be young at heart, so his spirit never dies. His love for you is as constant as a river, and he’s not afraid of putting on a show for the kids to the point they get a little disgusted. (Ew!) He doesn’t think he’d ever be too old for romance, and his good faith shows up in how gracefully he ages. He might occasionally grow out a thick beard, and when he shaves it off, he looks devastating close to when he was younger.

“Are we ever gonna be alone again?” He mumbles, pouting. His thirtieth birthday is coming up, but he hasn’t changed a bit, save for the more pronounced smile lines around his mouth. “I need some love too.”

“We will, Mat. I just don’t feel comfortable leaving the baby alone right now,” You shake your head.

“We could call Amy and have a date night.”

“I don’t know, Mat.”

“I’ll shave off my beard.”

“Huh?”

“You wouldn’t say no to me without a beard.”

Matt

The longer he’s with you, the harder he loves. His feelings don’t change when things get hard, or as time passes. They just get stronger. In that same breath, he also ages like wine. In the end, he ends up being the bigger romantic. He used to be a lone wolf, and he thought he was okay with it, but now that he has you, he can’t imagine his life without you. To think you actually stuck around and gave him a chance, he’ll never forget that.

“Wanna go back inside and do it?” He mutters.

“You’re disgusting, Matt.” You walk inside without sparing him a single glance. No matter how old he gets, he’ll always have a mouth on him. No matter how old you get, you’ll always forgive him for it.

“Is that a no?”

“Make me dinner and let me think about it.”

“Deal.”

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milaisreading · 3 months

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2p Axis and 2p Allies reaction to a guy giving Valentine's Day gifts to y/n before they had a chance?

🌱🩷: Here u go! Hope it is ok, and thank you for the request!

2p!Italy🇮🇹

2p!Italy: Bella, these are for you~

Yn, while looking at the flower bouquet: Thank you! I didn't expect you to care about Valentine's Day! These are really pretty

2p!Italy: You care about this holiday and so do I. Besides, I wanted to be the first one to give you the present.

Yn:Oh... uhm...

2p!Italy:What?

Yn: Well... Actually... Sweden already gave me a present so...

2p!Italy: Really?

Yn: Yeah- WHY DID YOU TAKE YOUR KNIFE OUT?!

2p!Germany🇩🇪

Yn: Thanks for the chocolate!

2p!Germany, all proud that she likes it: Nothing to thank me for. I heard from people you like this flavor.

Yn: Yep! It's one of my favorites, actually.

2p!Germany, confused as he thought she likes this one: One of? What's your favorite? I can get you that instead.

Yn: No need! Besides, Denmark already gave me that this morning.

2p!Germany: ... What? Wait, so someone already gave you a gift?

Yn: Yeah. This morning

2p!Germany:....

Yn: Why is your gun out?

2p!Japan🇯🇵

2p!Japan:...

Yn, worried as his glare intensifies and his grip on the present tightens: Are...are you ok?

2p!Japan:Yes.

Yn: You look constipated. Was it the food you ate earlier?

2p!Japan, embarrassed as he shoves the present into her hands: Just take this stupid gift?!

Yn: Thanks... *opens to see what's inside*

2p!Japan, trying to look like he doesn't give af: And?

Yn: Oh! This is a cute figurine! It will go well with the one Korea gave me!

2p!Japan:...

2p!Japan: When did he give it to you?

Yn: This morning.

2p!Japan: Ah... so someone already gave you a gift?

Yn: Yeah- where are you going?

2p!Japan: Out for a walk.

2p!America🇺🇸

2p!America: Hey there, dollface! Happy Valentine's Day! Here is your present.

Yn, jumping in surprise as she takes it: Thank you! The bear is cute!

2p!America, swinging his arm around her shoulder: Not as cute as you.

Yn, blushing:O-oh...

2p!America: Anyway, want to go and eat something?

Yn: No, I just ate with Norway

2p!America: Excuse me? What?

Yn: He took me out to lunch as a gift.

2p!America,thinking of all the ways to kill a country: Oh... lovely...

2p!France🇫🇷

2p!France: What is that?

Yn, looking at the small cake 2p!France was pointing at: Oh! This? It's a cake Finland made me for Valentine's Day! Want to try? He made it with my favorite flavor.

2p!France while tightening his grip on a gift he got her: Oh... And you accepted the gift just like that?

Yn, confused by the question: Yeah? We always give each other gifts.

2p!France: You gave him gifts as well?!

Yn: Yeah... Are you mad?

2p!France: Yes.

Yn: O-oh... I will put it away then...

2p!France: Please do.

2p!England🇬🇧

2p!England: Poppet! I made you my special cupcakes! Try them!

Yn, nervous as she remembers what his special cupcakes might have:I am not really hungry, so...

2p!England: They don't have anything bad in them, I swear!

Yn, slowly nodding her head as she takes them: O-Ok.

2p!England: I wanted to make this present special! Do you like them?

Yn, surprised they taste like real, normal cupcakes: Yeah... they remind me of the ones Switzerland got me this morning.

2p!England: What?

Yn: Switzerland gave me some as a present this morning *continues eating*

2p!England, thinking: I will turn him into literal Swiss cheese

2p!Russia🇷🇺

Yn: Thanks for the presents, Russia... Isn't this too much? *looks at the mountain of gifts*

2p!Russia, shakes his head while patting hers: Not really. In fact, there are more I need to give you.

Yn:?!

2p!Russia: Don't worry your pretty brain about it, but... Who gave you those flowers over there? *points at the tulips*

Yn: Oh! Netherlands gave me them as a gift this morning! They smell so good- Why are you taking the vase away?

2p!Russia: They have gone bad. I will get you better ones

Yn: What?

2p!China🇨🇳

Yn, admiring the Hello kitty plushie: This is so adorable! I never saw this one!

2p!China, while having a huge grin on his face: Well, it was a special I requested for you. Happy you like it.

Yn: Thanks! You didn't have to go through so much trouble for me.

2p!China: It was more trouble at all~

Yn: It will look great with that plushie Estonia gave me this morning

2p!China:...

2p!China: Someone gave you a present already?

Yn: Yep~

2p!China: Oh... Can you do me a favor?

Yn: Sure. What is it?

2p!China: Can you sleep with your window open for tonight? And put that plushie from Estonia as close as possible to the the window

Yn:...

Yn: What?

2p!Canada🇨🇦

2p!Canada, blushing as Yn thanks him for the chocolate: It's nothing. Just a small token of appreciation.

Yn: Still! Thank you for remembering me! I didn't expect gifts from both Iceland and you, to be honest.

2p!Canada: Oh, it's nothing. I am happy you like- What do you mean by Iceland?

Yn: Him and Mr. Puffin gave me those cute Valentine's Day cards. They are so adorable~

2p!Canada, agitated while she is smiling: Aha...

An hour later...

Yn, yelling from her room: My cards are gone!!

2p!Canada as he lights up a fire: How tragic

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nastymensimp · 1 year

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Never in my life did I imagine I would be here, in our gracious 2023, thinking about how attractive some hetalia characters are

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #aph america #aph turkey #2ptalia #2p canada #axis powers hetalia

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ari-burr · 2 years

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~ Allen F. Jones • Headcanons ♡

Allen’s motto is: “If your gonna do something dumb, be fuckin’ smart about it.”

Which doesn’t grant much surprise when his close friends and family find out how much a felon he really is.

These days however, he makes sure all his stunts aren’t too common or deplorable for him to get tracked down and thrown behind bars.

Allen had learnt the hard way after Oliver couldn’t handle bailing him out anymore which resulted to leaning on Matthieu as a last resort to wrangle the shit out of him.

And the moment he left the prison with his brother in tow, not only was he half deaf from the yelling [in French and in English], but also a bit more bruised up than before he stepped inside.

Due to his many infamous feats in the law, Allen has become regrettably well acquainted with the cops who’ve been arresting him. So much so, that whenever he spots a familiar policeman on the street or in a nearby restaurant he’ll flip them the bird and walk by without a care.

As if he isn’t disrespecting the people who can throw him in jail for the 50th time.

Allen has a strong New York accent. And added with his deep and somewhat gruff voice, people perceive him to be dangerous or dangerously attractive. [Allen’s fine with either or ;>].

He does enjoy shooting guns like Alfred, but enjoys short-ranged weapons as well. Allen's naturally gifted with any melee-weapons. Be it knifes, bats, handguns, you name it.

His real specialty though, is hand to hand combat.

If or when he and Alfred get into a fight Allen can honestly give the latter a run for his money if weapons aren't involved.

After the first few years of introduction, things between the two were pretty rocky since both came from completely separate heritages and in turn, disagreed on a plethora of things when it came to running the country.

~ But turning to the subject of him and you, you probably first saw the latter during the dead of night. Sitting in a park where the streetlights limelight glow illuminated his form—or perhaps smoking less than legal substances in an alley way with a certain Chinese man.

You, living in New York, knew better than to hang out around alleys, have small talk with strangers and stick around longer than you should. Especially in this side of the city in the 1970s. So the most you would do was spare a quick glance and walk off on your merry way.

When you first moved to Manhattan, you held a very general idea of what the city might be like.

Densely populated, filled with rude people, stoners getting high in the alleyways, hookers coming in and out of bars, overpriced apartments, and much, much more. Course, you understood that not every part of the city was terrible. But being street-smart was your best ticket in avoiding any trouble.

And after seeing those familiar red-tainted auburn hair with a certain cow-lick sticking up more than once, it left your mind screaming the words danger and leave.

Allen’s reputation was deeply rooted within darkest parts of New York, and while he hasn’t committed any serious crimes to receive the death penalty yet, it was best not to cross paths with the latter.

Or at least get on his bad-side.

But you, being part of the unlucky bunch, has.

Having developed a sharp tongue since childhood, you obtained a nasty habit of insulting people in between sentences. All of it was purely involuntary as no one corrected you until much later into adulthood.

So you made sure to keep conversations short and to the point. To protect not only the other persons feelings, but the strain it took minding every phrase.

Allen one night, had walked up next to you after you were finally released from your job hours. When he saw you leaned up against the stone wall at behind the building and simply relishing in the icy air prickling your skin and cooling your fiery nerves, all of it lit a spark in his mind.

You were the the person he kept seeing.

The poor soul that continued to make their way into his thoughts.

So what’s the harm in trying to get to know you? But of course, the conversation doesn’t go as smoothly as he planned.

“Hey dollface, haven’t I seen you somewhere before~?”

Your eyes flicked over to him as you replied in a heartbeat,

“Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.”

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shini--chan · 1 year

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May I request a birth scenario for the 2ps. You can do either side first and make 2 separate posts.

There is one ask further up in my ask box asking for the dreaded birth scenario with the 2p axis anyway, so I’ll just be doing the 2p allies for now. Warning for implied non-con, manipulation & coercion. You’re reading this at your own risk.

Yandere 2p! Allies – Dreaded Birth

America

“Not like you have much choice, cupcake”, Allen lazily drawled from his place next to you. He had tidied himself up for the birth, and it was downright surreal to see him in a blue overall with a hairnet and mask. Exhausted as you were from pressing the baby out, you had nearly not recognised him for a moment.

“You are not the mother of that…”, you began weakly only to be cut off by him.

“Yes, I’m the daddy and you are the mommy and you’ll act the part. Taking care of another human being will be good for your mental health. We talked about this sugar. You are just acting like this because you just had a difficult birth and post-partum depression is already setting in. Plus, you’re anxiety is showing again.”

Allen would quickly see what you are up to and would do his best to stamp it out as soon as possible. He would have possible caught on to your true feelings on the matter long before the deliver would have taken place with how you would be more emotional and prone to lash out in the weeks leading up to the event. As such, he would have a plan in mind to deal with you.

Would either take you to a small country hospital or a hippy commune to have the birth. There, he would either know the people very well, letting him be the more credible person in the room, or it would be a group of complete strangers that wouldn’t care about your fate and therefore have no incentive to intervene.

Would likely give you a joint or cannabis tea afterwards to make you calm down. Promises would be made and he would have a serious heart-to-heart conversation with you, doing his best to sway you. If else, the carrot and the stick will have to do.

Canada

Sighing Mark turned to the midwife, asking: “Mind leaving us alone for a minute? I have to have a word with my wife.”

“Please don’t go”, you stated. “I don’t want to be alone with him.”

Cassidy, as she was called, looked uncertain between you and Mark, not knowing who to heed. She probably also sensed that something foul was afoot, having likely been in similar situations before, situations where not everything was as it seem on the surface.

“I had a fight with my honey-buns before the contractions started. With everything that happened today, she is probs more mad at me than she usually would be.”

“Alright. I’ll just be by the door. When you have finished comforting her, not hesitate to shout”, the woman said somewhat hurriedly, and then scurried out of the room. Typical – she just wanted to believe what he had said, because the alternative would be so extremely troubling. Now you were alone with the wolf.

Mark could do his best to construct the situation as just an unfortunate series of events. Though, because he wouldn’t be the most sociable and suave guys, he would likely leave opening that you could easily exploit. Taking with the nurse a bit or some other person witnessing the awkward scenes, and you could have a very willing accomplice that could help you escape and even testify in court.

Aside from that, would sit on your bed and do a long lecture, while holding the baby in his arms. Would chide you of disturbing the sleep of the little one if you would raise your voice and reprimand you for being so heartless as to rejecting such a cute and helpless thing that would suffer dearly without your aid. If it initially wouldn’t work, then he would have the following weeks to convince you.

China

Zao raised a thin eye-brow, a rather emotional gesture for such a stoic man. Or at least, for when he wasn’t under the influence of anything. Ignoring your protests, he shoved the baby in your arms, forcing you to take it unless the small tumbled to the side of the narrow bed you had just given birth in and smash its head open. The midwives had just finished washing the wax off the pliable body and swaddled the boy in blankets. After handing the father his child, they had all filed out doubtlessly in accordance to some preplanned schedule.

This China wouldn’t leave much room for argument. He would ensure that events would be framed to make sure that out of the two of you, you would be viewed as the evil doer. The people around you would offer you a lot of unsolicited advice on child rearing and ensure that would be doing your job of a dutiful mother. Should you fail on doing that, they would be the ones to lecture you and shame you. That could or couldn’t be Zao’s intentions, yet the outcome would be that you would feel the pressure more acutely, since it wouldn’t just be some crazed faux-lover telling you what to do.

It would be one of those circumstances where he would continuously invite people over, just to force you into the role of mother. Other’s would gossip and look down on you if you wouldn’t, after all.

All the time, would act as if you are not protesting against motherhood – shoving the child in your arms, leaving you alone with him and assigning you the role of primary caretaker. He is not going to feed the boy, would you let the kid starve? You know that you could go to jail for child abuse if you’d do so.

England

Oliver giggled softly, bright blue eyes shining.

“What did you say, poppet?”, he asked brightly. His appearance made you step back. He was covered in blood, your blood to be exact, seeing that he had played midwife.

You had hoped that the deliver would have meant that you would have been allowed to see other people. Sadly, he had deftly dashed your hopes by doing the task himself. It shouldn’t have surprised you – the mere notion of you in somebody else’ arms drove him berserk.

“Nothing, dear”, you answered quietly, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

Oliver wouldn’t hesitate to go full batshit insane if you would ruin his dream of a happy little family. He would desire, no require a sweet little life with a darling sweet wife and a cute tyke to be happy, so don’t dare tear that away from him.

If you would insist on being difficult, he would go one of two routs. The first one would be dragging you to his personal torture chamber, disregarding that you just gave birth, and torturing you a few hours. You would only be allowed out every once in a while for a quick clean-up and to breastfeed the child.

Or he could play the long game by turning the child you would hate so much against you. Then he would have an ally in keeping your behaviour in check. Perhaps, that route would be so much to his liking that he would force another child on you and repeat the whole process.

France

Francois carelessly snipped the finished bud of his ciggerette towards the rublish bin. It missed and rolled on the floor, vanishing in an arc behind the bin. Sighing for the untempth time this hour already and looked up at you. You were staring at the craddle with bitter contempt, as if the squeaking child had gravely insulted you. This was slowly going too far. Sure, he had would also be more peeved if he would be bleeding from his genitals for over a month and stretched skin turned into a wrinkly flap of tissue. "It is not as if she tried to kill you so stop trying to set her on fire with your eyes", he tiredly commented. Affairs like this made him even more tired than usual. Maybe there was still some German beer in the fridge to calm his nerves. "And yet she still nearly did", you curtly snip back, all to happy to let out your anger now. Ah yes, there was that. On good days Francois could easily forget that you nearly died during childbirth. Partially, he had been angry at the baby for that, at least in the beginning, however, unlike you, he was a rational person and worked quickly to overcome his misgivings. - Francois' solution would just be to shrug off your responses and wait. Surely you would have only been hysterical at the moment and given a few weeks you would surely calm down. If not, then he would resort to violence - burns and choking and attempts to impregnate you again. - Though, that would only be the case if he would still want the child. If you could argue your case well enough, then he would put the child up for adoption. That would be the outcome anyway, if he would find the child to be too difficult he would give it away, regardless of your feelings on the matter.

Russia

Victor raised his eyebrows in askance and then his expression proceeded to melt into one of mirth. The usually stone expression vanished, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his mouth forming into a smile that had too many teeth. Hiding the lower half of his face inside his signature red scarf, he looked even more sinister. That was when it came to you - his happiness stemmed from giddy anticipation. You had just broke one of the rules in this elaborate game of cat and mouse, you had just given him an exuse to act out his crueller fantasies. Normally, you were more careful, but this time, you had lost it all because you had allowed your emotions to get the better of you for the fraction of a minute. Those red eyes, twinkled down at you as he carefully laid the buddled little babe in your lap. You felt a shiver run down your spin as he patted your messy hair. The gesture would be affectionate, if you didn't know him. Ice gathered in your belly and you found yourself frozen with dread. "I'll keep your words in mind", he said softly, and with that, you knew that you were doomed. - Victor would use this as an excuse to let out his pent up anger and frustration out on you. For a few weeks, you would become his emotion punching bag. Of course, it would be constructed so that you would likely not suffer permanent damage. Emphasise on likely, because that could change very quickly if would provoke him. While standardly a very collected man, when he would already be swimming in anger, he would lose all tolerance for bs. - During that time, he would still have you tend to the child. Your treatment of the little one would determine if your punishment would be extended or shortened as well as the intensity of it. Of course, he wouldn't tell you of this - it would just be more fun for him to have you figure it out yourself. - Such an "event" could occur again and again during the life of your child, depending on your behaviour towards them. Family is something that Victor would take extremely seriously.

#yandere 2p hetalia #yandere 2p allies #yandere 2p russia #yandere 2p america #yandere 2p england #yandere 2p china #yandere 2p canada #yandere 2p france #x reader

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livingindabisribcage · 2 months

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2p!Canada Relationship HC

Another one of the lomls. I use Matt as his name

arguably one of the best boyfriends on the planet

yes, he's awkward. yes, he has anger issues. but he still treats you amazing

you met a few days after you moved to the city, and after a couple awkward first interactions he became your first friend there

you did hear about the rumors of the 'strange man in the woods' but you quickly realized matt, while he can come off as very grumpy and mean, more so has a bad case of rbf than anything else

he'll fight people quickly, but not for no reason. and you haven't given him a reason

all Matt really does in his spare time besides patrolling the woods is listen to music, do little sketches, and do lots of woodwork. he doesn't call himself an artist, but he's really good at what he does

I mean, he literally built his own cabin from scratch

after getting with you, he made his cabin a bit prettier and expanded it so that you'd have your own personal space in there. originally, it was very much only for the purpose of living in. only basic rooms that he needed, nothing aesthetically pleasing, just straight to the point

then you come along and he wants to impress you but also make you feel comfortable in his home, because once you're together he takes it very seriously and this is essentially your home too

Matt hasn't been with many people, he's been with a good handful over his hundreds of years, but that's about it. and most of the time he did it out of being lonely, and he hated feeling like that, so he stopped trying a while ago

so you're his first serious relationship in *a while*, and one that he genuinely enjoys being in

practically anything you want to do he'll try and help you do it. be it going somewhere, trying something new, he's finding the right tools or saving money to help you do it

he can be kind of stern with some things when it comes to your safety. you're not allowed to walk around the woods without him, end of story. he doesn't want you touching his wood working tools in case you hurt yourself. anything potentially dangerous he wants to be able to keep an eye on you

ik people generally think of 2ps as like evil and bloodthirsty but that's boring sometimes, so I like to think that Matt has no issues killing someone if they deserve it, and he has definitely killed tons of poachers throughout his life, but he tries to hide all that from you

it's not like he's out hunting people, just if they come into his area, he'll keep an eye on them to see if they do something dumb. and for these periods of time he'll send u back home with some excuse

he also wouldn't tell you he's a country until way into your relationship

he doesn't want things to get messed up because of it, he doesn't want to seem crazy also, but once he's positive that you wouldn't leave him just for that then he'll tell you

it does make him worry about the fact that you'll inevitably age, and he's tempted to ask Oliver if he can find some sort of magic to keep you with him forever, but he won't ask that of you. if you brought it up, maybe, but he would never dare to, it's not his right to mess with your mortality

he's not a very good cook, but he's very good at prepping meat. he's had to hunt to 'survive' before, he's eaten multiple different kinds of animals, so he knows how to handle meat. he just can't promise anything will taste great

he eats really healthy though, so you'll probably be eating healthy as well most of the time

Kuma (I like to think of Matt's Kuma as a wolf) loves you. that alone was a sign that Matt could trust you at least a little, cause Kuma hates everyone

Matt doesn't like you being around his family, but he does brag about you a lot. Especially to Francois, even though he doesn't get along with him, he wants to prove he has a good life

He doesn't want Allen around you though, at least not at first. Allen's a fuckboy, and he doesn't usually care if someone's taken or not if he's just looking to have some fun, so your interactions with him are limited

But Allen does like to hang out with Matt when he can, and Matt does love his brother so he doesn't object usually, so over time you kinda become friends with Allen too

Matt isn't necessarily shy, but he's awkward and doesn't want to upset you by overstepping your boundaries. so he'll be careful about what physical affection he gives you

he'll either wait for you to ask him to do something, or maybe initiate a conversation about what exactly you want from him, and he'll do his best to follow through

when he's comfortable, he can actually be a bit perverted. never in public, but when you're home alone he loves to grab at anything squishy on you

the only negative aspect to Matt is that he is angry and he has a habit of hiding away when he's upset. so he doesn't communicate any of his negative feelings at all. this includes if you're bothering him in some way, because it's just easier for him to be angry alone than deal with it so he might take it out on you in other ways by being extra pissy or snappy

but through some coercion from you, he'll work on it. slowly, but he will

#2pcanada #2p!canada #matt williams #2pcanada x reader #2pcanada headcanons #2pcanada imagine

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dommi-griffi · 2 years

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I've only been thinking about the Boys lately.

Allen gives me Grunge Guy on Pinterest vibes, don’t ask me why, he just does. But he turned out SO pretty so I’m happy abt this concept.

I gave Matt my nose because I felt like it. (also bc it’s my family's nose and I found out recently my great grandpa was from the Blood tribe in Canada so there’s that too- try to fight me on it I dare you.)

Feel free to uh, let me know how you guys feel abt their designs, I might add to the family if you know what I mean ;)

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ionlysurviveoncaffine · 2 years

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Update on my capitalia idea:

Instead of being the near same age as the country, their ages are closer to adolescence and late teens (15-19ish) since they age a lot slower than the average country. Also, they usually handle being spies and getting private information on dangers that could hurt the country. However only certain government officials know of that and they each have one to make sure the respective capital is safe. The countries (both 1p and 2p) do not know of them because of how obscure they make themselves, however they have interacted with them unknowingly.

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yanwriter-archive · 2 years

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Update on blog and Upcoming Works

Hello! It’s been a very long time! I won’t bore you with details, but I will say that I’m back! I have a few things I am working on, so my requests are closed for now, but over half of my requests were deleted by accident! So once I open them up, feel free to request something you may have requested before!

- Yanwriter

Upcoming works (No particular order)

1p Russia, 1p Germany, 2p Russia, and 2p Germany trying to convince the boss of Fem! Reader country to get married

2p France, 2p America, 2p Canada, and 2p England with a s/o that is emotionally sensitive

2p Russia and 2p China with a s/o who is emotionally sensitive

Yandere Nyo!Belarus General headcanons

Yandere Netherlands

Yandere Viking Sweden

A yandere Denmark Fic (I’m so excited for this!!)

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milaisreading · 5 months

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Imagine in 2p Hetalia x reader, someone hurts and insults Y/N both physically and emotionally but the 2p's are behind them and just saw the whole thing.💀☠️🔪

Warnings: Mentions of murder and I used she/her for the reader.

Hmmm, let me think for a second...

2p!Italy 🇮🇹

2p!Italy, who didn't hear exactly what was said, but saw Yn getting upset.

2p!Italy: What happened? :3

Yn: I just got told that the dress looks hideous on me. I liked the dress- LUCIANO DON'T POINT THE KNIFE AT HIS HEART

2p!Italy: The jugular vein it is then! What did you just say to her?! Repeat that?!

2p!Germany 🇩🇪

Dude, who was talking shit to Yn after he saw 2p!Germany: Who... who is that?

Yn turns around while holding her tears in: Oh... that's Lutz, he doesn't bite

2p!Germany: Yes, I do. Now, care to repeat what you just said?

2p!Japan 🇯🇵

The man doesn't even finish his 1st sentence before 2p!Japan takes out his katana

Yn: Where did you get that?!

2p!Japan: Don't worry your cute brain about it. Now, let me take revenge on the man who insulted your honor

2p!America🇺🇲

2p!America heard everything while he was stalking watching over Yn, and he held himself back from swinging his bat at the person... for now. 2 days later tho...

Yn: Allen, why is your bat red again? Did Matt prank you again and painted it?

2p!America: Sure! :D

2p!France 🇫🇷

This man would straight up start insulting the person while mixing English and French. Yn would have to hold him back from checking the person who insulted her.

2p!England 🇬🇧

Person: And not to mention that dumb hairstyle!-

Yn, at the verge of crying as the person pulled on her hair a little.

2p!England while stabbing the person in the back: Looks like I will be able to make more cupcakes soon :3

Yn, looking in surprise at the dead man and then up at 2p England: Isn't this an overkill, Oliver?

2p!England: That is not a real thing, poppet!

2p!Russia 🇷🇺

Bold of you to assume he let's Yn get near anyone, let alone a stranger. But, on the off chance she runs into the wrong person and they start insulting her and threatening her physicall well-being... Then Viktor will pull the person into an alleyway and kill them. Then he will pick up Yn and carry her back home.

2p!Russia: This is why you stay home.

2p!China 🇨🇳

2p!China, pretending to clean his ears: I must be hearing this wrong... her? An eyesore? And not belonging here? I must inform you that this is the most beautiful girl in the world! And I will not let some street rat looking asshole insult her! Do you know what she means to me?!

Basically, he starts pestering the man for two hours about what Yn means to him... later on Wang kills him, tho.

2p!Canada 🇨🇦

This man will just pull Yn away and let Kuma deal with the man...

#hetalia world series #hetalia #2p hetalia #hetalia scenarios #2p italy #2p germany #2p japan #2p america #2p england #2p france #2p russia #2p china #2p canada

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headingalaxys-spicy · 4 months

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America's Master List

The First of the new Master Lists for 2024! It still needs to have all of the newest works but some of them are on here already! Thanks for reading! There are so many of there crazy things their might be multiple for America XD jebus. But this is for you, like me, Alfred F. Jones simps, who need their content.

America and England with an S/O (Human AU)

Cardverse Senario

Cardverse Scenario: White Queen Taken from a Different Kingdom

Yandere America Cardverse

Yandere Demon America Headcannons

Demon Games: America

Spicy Yandere! Demon America

Yandere Demon America w/Strong Escapee S/O

Yandere Demon America with a Priestess S/O

Yandere Demon America w/ a Yandere S/O

Demon America w/ S/O that won his Bloody Money Game

Demon America w/ Jealous S/O

Demon America w/Stupid S/O that kept his coins

Demon America w/Stupid S/O that kept his coins pt.2 (Spicy)

Yandere Demon America w/ S/O who has awful parents

Yandere Demon America w/ Demon Princess

Yandere America x Reader (That has traits similar to Francis) X Yandere France

Yandere America with a Metal Head Darling with a Guitar

Yandere Mob Boss America

Yandere Spain, Germany, America, North and South Italy with a wife who just found out that they're a mob boss

Yandere Demon America, England, Russia w/Ghost Reader

Yandere Demon America w/ Smart human

Yandere Demon America w/ Yandere Demoness S/O that captures him

Yandere Demon America w/ Ancient Monster Darling

Yandere Demon America w/ Angel Darling

Birthday Drabble Demon America Club 27

Yandere Demon America w/Dark Witch Darling

Yandere Demon America: Family life with S/O

Yandere Demon America vs Demon Canada that love the same S/O

Yandere Demon America & Russia w/ Supernatural Hunter Reader

Yandere Demon America w/ Witch Darling pt.2

Yandere Demon America x Right Hand Demon Darling

Yandere America X Male Reader X Russia Captive

Yandere Demon America x Dumbass reader

Yandere Demon America claiming them for the first time after kidnapping

Yandere Demon America x Dark Witch Darling p.3

Yandere Demon America vs Demon Russia

Yandere Demon America with Chaos Lord p.2

Yandere Demon Germany & Russia with a Chaos lord

(I'm sure you're tired as hell from seeing the word 'Yandere' aren't you? America vs Russia as demons

Yandere Demon America X Doomguy reader

Yandere Demon America with a Succubus reader

Yandere Demon America x Chaos Lord

Yandere Demon America with an escapee human

Demon America w/ Pervy Sage like S/O

Yandere Demon America with a Heathen Goddess darling

Yandere demon America with a Nephilim Darling

Yandere Demon America and Japan with an Oni darling

Demon King America with an experimental dragon darling

Yandere America with Platonic Yandere Demonness

Yandere Demon King America X Reader : Someone tries to assassinate you

Yandere Demon America with a Half Human / Half Demon Darling

Yandere Demon King America X Reader X Demon King Russia: Right-Hand Woman p.2

Yandere Demon King America X Reader X Demon King Russia: Right Hand Woman P.3

Demon America with a Fem! S/O and a box of Chocolate

Yandere! Angel America & Germany in Luv with a demon

America X Reader X Britain p.1

America x Reader X Britain p.2

America X Reader X Britain p.3 America Ending

America x Reader X Britain p.4 England Ending

Epilogue w/America

Yandere Alpha 2p! America Headcannons

Yandere America rejecting his Omega S/O only to realize that he misses them

What dog breeds that the Allies and the Axis are in the Omegaverse

Omega America Headcannons

Yandere Alpha America and Germany w/ a darling that committed suicide

Yandere Alpha America with an Alpha Darling

Yandere Alpha America with an Alpha Darling p.2

Omega America tormenting his darling

Differences between Yandere Alpha America and Yandere Omega America

The Emperor for Evil America

The Sun, The Devil, Temperance, & Tower America, France, Romano, Spain, & Russia

The World and High Priestess with the Allies

Justice and the Devil 2p America

Club-27 pt. 2

The Longer Series (Or Lore within the stuff I write) I'm trying to work on: The Golden Nightingale, Peacekeepers (Omegaverse) and possibly Mating Season (Demon AU however that's likely to be more headcanons than storytelling)

Golden Nightingale Intro

Chapter 1: Tourmaline Daydream

Chapter 2: The Chaos

Mating Season

Yandere Demon Kings Lands

Just more ramblings about how the Omegaverse AU is written

Explanations on how you’re categorized in the Omegaverse

Omega America on suppressants

When two Alpha’s fight over an Omega

How the capturing process works in the Omegaverse

The successful Omega Rebellion hypothetical

#hws #hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws america #headingalaxys spicy #yandere hetalia #alfred f jones #headingalaxys writes stuff #hetalia masterlist #masterlist

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onceuponablogging · 2 years

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꧁ Masterlist ꧂

— @crimson-kisses

|| Warning: Proceed with caution, this content will contain sensitive or triggering topics. Prioritize your well-being while engaging with the content and seek support if needed. Respect your boundaries and emotional resilience. ||

~ 🌻🐝✨

America & Nyo!America sharing a darling.

Germany & Nyo!Germany sharing a darling.

Prussia & Germany x reader Yandere for someone else.

Platonic Yandere Germanics & Hungary + Liechtenstein x an autistic darling with a dark twist.

Poly nyolietpol with a darling who rejects their confession.

2p!Italy & 2p!nyo!Italy sharing a darling || England & nyoEngland sharing a darling.

Specific headcannons:

Yandere Allies x Goddess of nature/healing! reader {headcannons & drabbles}

Yandere Axis x Goddess of nature/healing! reader {headcannons & drabbles}

Yandere Spain/Ukraine/Belarus/Belgium/Monaco x goddess of nature/healing! reader. {headcannons}

Yandere gods/goddesses Canada poly x short! reader {headcannons}

Germanic family + Hungary x reader & her sisters: family feud. {headcannons}

Yandere details about Prussia {thoughts}

Yandere Allies & axis x goddess of love/lust/desire! reader {thoughts}

reader gets pent up and gets caught by their captors {thoughts}

One shots

Breaking point - Germany x reader

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oinkinpigprince · 2 years

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Info-

You can call me slushie my pronouns are he/it/they, this isn’t my first tumblr blog sadly and I’ve gone off the deep-end again

I will be having a god complex because I am simply amazing at this type of stuff

I’m mainly doing headcanons and I will do letters

Current inbox count: 20

Current completed draft: 2

Fandoms/characters I will do but not limited, you can ask for other more obscure but don’t count on it lmao

Stardew valley

bachelors/bachelorettes

Everyone else

Slashers

Micheal myers

Jason voorhees

Billy loomis

Stu Macher

Billy lenz

Brahms heelshire

Bo sinclair

Vincent sinclair

Lester sinclair

Kurt Kunkel

Bubba sawyer

Nubbin sawyer(he’s my husband :33c)

Choptop sawyer

Pyramid head (is he a slasher? Idk, is he hot? Yes.)

Hetalia

(1p/2p Axis powers)

Italy

Germany

Japan

Romano

Prussia

Austria

Hungry

Spain

(1p/2p Allies)

America

Russia

England

France

China

Canada

(1p/2p Others)

Belarus

Ukraine

Lithuania

Estonia

There’s definitely others I forgot, I was in this fandom for 4 years so try me, ive read fanfic of the most obscure characters

The disastrous life of saiki k

Saiki kusuo

Kaidou shun

Nendo riki

Teruhashi kokomi

Yumahara chiyo

Aren Kuboyasu

Mera chisato

Hairo kineshi

Smiling friends

Charlie dompler

Pim

Alan

Glep

Grim

Gnarly

Bugsnax

Everyone, including the journalist

One piece

Straw hats minus jinbe

Buggy

Crocodile

Osomatsu~San

Osomatsu

Karamatsu

Choromatsu

Ichimatsu

Jyushimatsu

Todomatsu

Pizza tower

Peppino

Theodore noise

Noisette

Gustavo

Vigilante

Pepperman

Fake peppino

Slime rancher

Beatrix LeBeau

Viktor Humphrey

Mochi Miles

Ogden Ortiz

Welcome home

Wally darling

Frank

Howdy

Barnaby

Julie

Poppy

Sally

Eddie

Rules~

I don’t do nsfw

I will do heavy angst but I will kindly decline anything I am uncomfy with such as mentions of SA and other things like that

Yandere request are welcome

Chubby!readers/character are VERY welcomed( I want more representation:33)

For headcanons: Be as vague or specific about your requests as you want

For letters: plz give me something to work w/ such as relationship w/ character, and maybe reason for writing the letter

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE WILL I BE DOING INCEST, only PLATONIC family relationships

Character x character, character x reader, or even character x OC and crack ships

DNI:

ZOOPHILES, PROSHIPPERS, TERFS, HOMOPHOBES, RACISTS

I don’t do master lists since I’m on mobile and I don’t believe in them so I’m gonna put my tags here so you can sort through my stuff, trust me it is so much easier imo

Tonetag list because I use them a lot

(Just in case the image doesn’t load)

/j joking

/hj half jokin

/s sarcastic

/srs serious

/p platonic

/r romantic

/t teasing

/neg negative connotation

/pos positive connotation

/lh light hearted

/th threat

#slashers #hetalia #the disasterous life of saiki k #smiling friends #bugsnax #yandere #headcanons #stardew valley #osomatsu san #2p hetalia #pizza tower #Slime rancher #welcome home

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heylookitsyc · 3 years

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Bad Breaks and Pancake Dates

Pairing: 2p!Canada/Matt Williams x Reader

Anime: Hetalia / 2p!Hetalia

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Synopsis: Your boyfriend (well, now ex-boyfriend) left you out in the rain, and your older brother Philippines is stuck in a World Meeting between the first and second player countries. He asks Canada’s second player to come get you, seemingly unaware of the Canadian’s little crush on you.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight mentions of a toxic/unhealthy relationship

Note: Just a reminder that none of you deserve to be in an unhealthy relationship !! You all deserve to be happy, and I wish you all nothing but happiness and good health in your lives (´･ᴗ･ ` ) please enjoy!

Story is down below!

You hugged yourself in a weak attempt to stay warm, the trees above you doing little to defend you from the rain.

It was difficult to tell if the drops running down your cheeks were from your own tears or the rain. You didn’t expect it to rain; it was supposed to be a fun day out with your boyfriend, so you had dressed in some of your best attire. Unfortunately, it did little to protect you from the rain.

After breaking it off with you, your asshole of a now ex-boyfriend had left you off at the side of the road. He had responded to your protests with a few not so kind words before driving off, leaving you to stand outside in the cold.

Your phone rang, and with slightly numb fingers you managed to press the “answer” button before holding it up to your ear.

You were met with Matt’s gruff voice. “Hey, where are you?”

“I don’t know,” you said weakly. “There aren’t any street signs nearby.”

“Can you send me your location?”

“I think so.”

“Alright.” You heard the sound of a vehicle starting up. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Your brother sent me to come get you.”

“Oh. Thanks, Matt.”

He simply gave a small grunt in response before hanging up, leaving you to yourself once more.

You stared out the window mindlessly. Music played from the radio, the volume too low for you to know what kind of tune it was. Matt had given you a spare sweatshirt that he had in the backseat of his car; you noticed that it was the same sweatshirt that you had given to him one Christmas. You could smell the faint scent of maple syrup and cigarette smoke coming from the article of clothing.

A small smile formed on your lips. You remember how Matt was when you had given him the sweatshirt; his face had become a bright red, muttering something about how stupid your gift was. He had said that he would never wear such a thing, but that obviously turned out to be a lie.

Matt suddenly cleared his throat, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“So what happened?” he asked. Though he sounded uninterested, the glance he gave you showed the complete opposite. “You were crying when I arrived.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his statement. “You noticed that?”

“Of course I did. You don’t usually look that unhappy.”

“I guess.” You fiddled with the sweatshirt, taking notice of how the sleeves fell well past your fingertips. With a small sigh, you decided to tell him. “My boyfriend broke up with me.”

You didn’t notice the way that Matt’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, eyes narrowing behind his dark shades.

“Are you fucking serious?”

You were caught off guard by the Canadian’s response. You felt the anger radiating off of him, and it started to make you nervous.

“Yeah, I am,” you said, tugging on the sweatshirt sleeve now. “He broke it off when we were coming back from the movies. He parked somewhere, and he…”

You suddenly went quiet, letting out a shaky breath.

“He wanted to do some things,” you went on, after a few seconds had passed. “I told him I wasn’t ready for that stuff just yet. He kept trying to convince me, and eventually he got angry and… well, we broke up.”

You felt your throat tighten, and you realized that you were now close to crying again. You felt a small nudge on your hand, and you looked down to see that while Matt still had one hand on the wheel, the other was now holding out a handkerchief.

As if sensing your confusion, Matt gave a small sound of annoyance. “What?”

“Nothing!” You quickly took the piece of cloth from him. “Thanks, Matt.”

“Do you wanna eat somewhere?” he suddenly asked. You didn’t know if you were seeing things, but you could’ve sworn that there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “We can talk more about this over dinner or something.”

You felt yourself smile at his words.

“Sure.”

The sweet taste of maple syrup filled your mouth as you took a bite of pancake. Matt had taken you to a local diner that he visited quite often; despite his initial plan to take you somewhere nicer, you had been quick to remember his love for pancakes. (“I haven’t had breakfast for dinner in awhile,” you had told him. “Let’s go get pancakes so that the both of us can enjoy!”).

“You know, I don’t eat pancakes often,” you said, “but these are great. Thanks for taking me here, Matt.”

“Don’t mention it.” He took a sip of his coffee, his attention on the stack of pancakes in front of you.

You took notice of his stare, head tilting slightly. “Do you want some?” you asked.

“I’m fine.”

In reality, he just couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye. It didn’t help that he was so close to you; the two of you were sitting right across from each other, and he could feel your gaze on him as he spoke. It made him feel strange, to say the least.

The diner was mostly empty. A small number of tables were filled; it seemed as though some people also had the idea of having breakfast for dinner. It was mostly quiet, save for the double doors leading to the kitchen occasionally swinging about and the faint chatter coming from the few customers that interacted with one another.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t order anything,” you said, stabbing another piece of pancake onto your fork. “You love pancakes, Matt.”

“I’m good with my coffee,” he said. He was about to take another sip of his drink, only to pause when you held out a piece of pancake to him.

“Here,” you said, smiling. “You can share with me.”

He stared at you in shock, the lack of shades allowing you to look into his violet eyes.

“Come on, Matt,” you urged. “I can’t finish these on my own, anyway.”

Knowing that you wouldn’t stop unless he gave in, he gave a small grumble before reluctantly opening his mouth. His cheeks were now a faint pink, and you couldn’t help but feel your own cheeks warm as you fed him the bite.

“I put extra maple syrup on that one,” you said. “I know how much you like that stuff.” You gave a small laugh at your own words, remembering that Matt had also poured some syrup into his coffee when he thought you weren’t looking.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you continued to eat, occasionally giving Matt a bite in between his sips of coffee.

Heavy footsteps followed your own as you made your way up the front porch steps. Your brother had rented the house for a month; while the world meeting was held in Canada and only lasted for a day, he had rented the home for a month so that the two of you would have more time to explore the country.

“Thanks for today, Matt,” you said, reaching the front door. “I had fun.”

The Canadian stood at the bottom of the steps, not bothering to make his way up entirely. It was already late; he had to leave soon in order to avoid a lecture from Oliver once he got home.

Hands shoved into his pockets, Matt gave a small nod at your words.

“Get home safe, okay?” you said. “And message me when you do. I want to make sure you get home safely.”

You really were too nice. He watched as you took out a key from your pocket, unlocking the front door.

Matt couldn’t stop himself. “Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Hm?” You had been halfway inside already, and you turned to look at him. “What is it?”

“Your ex-boyfriend,” he said. “Forget about him, okay? He was a fucking asshole.” He looked off the side, and even in the dark you could see his slight blush. “You deserve someone better. Someone who’ll do things when you’re comfortable.”

“Matt…”

He didn’t have time to react as you made your way back down the steps, grabbing him by the front of his flannel in order to pull him down. He felt a slight pressure on his cheek, and his eyes widened at the realization that you had kissed him.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He couldn’t do anything but stare as you let go of his shirt and headed back up the stairs, giving him a small wave before disappearing into the house.

After a few seconds of standing there, Matt shook his head and began to make his leave, unaware of the fact that he now held a slight smile.

[Bonus]

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Kuya...”

Your older brother gulped at the sound of your voice, turning around slowly. He had been watching the two of you from his bedroom window.

You stood there, a smile on your face. Though your smile was usually sweet, the way you stared at him sent shivers down his spine.

“Were you watching us?” you asked.

Your brother gave a nervous laugh in response. “Aha, (Y/N), you know-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, for you had already thrown a slipper at his face.

“Mind your own business next time!” you huffed, ignoring his groans of pain and weak apologies as you headed towards your room.

Translations:

Kuya - older boy/older brother

#axis powers hetalia #hetalia #2ptalia #2p!hetalia #2p hetalia #2p canada #2p!canada #2p canada x reader #canada x reader #2p!canada x reader #matt williams #matthew williams

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theamberwriter · 5 years

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Haircuts [2p!Canada||Matt Williams]

Pairing: 2p!Canada/Matt Williams x Reader

Word Count: 2028

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: This is the only thing I ever actually wrote for 2p!Canada, but he was my favourite back in the day! I know Hetalia has hit its peak already. But I still like posting some of my old stuff.

“Ar-Are you sure you wanna do this, Mattie?” you asked quietly. You had scissors poised around your boyfriend’s cute little ponytail, he was determined to have it hacked off.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just cut it off already,” he grunted, you heard the wooden stool he was on groan as he dug in his fingers.

Your hand with the scissors twitched, you really didn’t want to do this. You loved his silky, dirty blonde hair how it was. You thought he did too, what triggered the sudden change of heart?

You pulled the scissors away and sighed, “Does this have to do with what Al said earlier?”

Matt stayed silent, and you could only imagine the scowl on his face. Al had been making fun of Matt’s ponytail all week. You rolled your eyes, your shoulders slumping some. Of course this was because of Al. “I like your hair the way it is – besides, it’s real fun to grab onto –”

Matt interrupted you bitterly, “How many of your First Player guy friends have ponytails?”

You flinched, why did he always have to bring them into this? You couldn’t help that you were the go-between for the First and Second Players! Hell, it was because of your relationship with Matt (and the fact that you got along with basically everyone) that you were delegated the pain-in-ass job as a mediator/babysitter.

You stuttered, trying frantically to think over your friends. “Yao –”

“That prick doesn’t count,” growled the blonde.

You sighed, of course he didn’t. You then tried frantically to think of any other of your friends, but none came right off the bat. “Francois has a ponytail, and Al’s never said anything to him.”

“Alain doesn’t have the balls to,” spat Matt, using the French variant of ‘Allen’ to spite Al (even though he wasn’t there). “Even though we’re countries, Oliver and Francois are the closest things to father figures we have. Al’ll never admit it, but Francois scares ‘im shitless – now just cut the Goddamn thing off!”

You whined in the back of your throat as you slowly raised the scissors again. “Once it’s done, it’s done, Matt – you’ll have to wait for it to grow back out –”

“Just…just do it, Maple.” Matt glanced over his shoulder at you, and you could see the silent pleading in his usually unreadable violet eyes. You sighed again, and then gave his shoulder a light squeeze.

“Well,” you muttered, “here goes…”

You tugged on his ponytail, and then began to saw through just above the elastic. You grimaced the whole time, this was killing you inside. You could have screamed when the clump of hair finally came off in your hand. It was like you’d just cut off his finger or his toe. That ponytail was just as much a part of him as they were.

You stood in front of Matt, dangling his ponytail in front of his face. Awkwardly, he ran his hand through his hair, his face taking on a strange expression as it stopped abruptly at the nape of his neck. You, however, couldn’t stand the haircut.

“Omigod, you look exactly like Matthew…!” you panicked, it wasn’t that you didn’t like Matt’s First Player but – Mathieu was your boyfriend, not Matthew.

Aside from the beard scruff, the lighter tone of dark blonde, and the darker purple of his irises, Matt was the spitting image of the shy Canadian. The ponytail had always given Matt a certain character to him, which made him look different than Matthew. With the way it pulled his hair back, it gave a little more framing to his face making his cheekbones and squarer jaw more prominent.

Also, you found he looked a little more badass with the three-inch-long ponytail bobbing at the nape of his neck. Not to mention, since he had long hair, it was a lot more fun to run your hands through and pull during sex (which you had eluded to earlier, but been completely disregarded).

“Are you fucking kidding me?” groaned Matt, his shoulders tensing as he rolled his neck to glower at the ceiling of the manor.

“I – I can always try and cut it shorter. Like Al’s or Oliver’s – if you want,” you suggested, swallowing to try and moisten your dry throat.

Matt slowly lowering his gaze to your form. With another hand through his disconcertingly short hair, the Canadian sighed. “Well, Maple, we’ve already cut it this short – might as well. Can’t go walking around lookin’ like that flapjack, now can I? – Besides, I might get jealous if we fucked while I looked like him.”

Your cheeks filled with heat at his final statement. Matt gave you a smirk, and then you pulled to stand between his legs. With his arms around your middle, he looked up at you. “Now, what’s say we get my hair shorter and then do a test run.”

He chuckled at your increased embarrassment and then released you after kissing you gently. An idea struck you, then. And you ran off to find the electric razor. After digging through three closets, you finally found it. Once back in the kitchen, you put on the longest extension and turned it on. The pulled the razor through most of Matt’s hair, leaving the back and around the sides about an inch long.

“Just don’t. Cut. The. Curl,” warned Matt as you put away the razor and brought back the scissors.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I know, I know, Mattie. Besides, why would I want to? It’s so much fun to pull.”

A low growl came from Matt at your last sentence, you often used that curl to your advantage. Especially when you thought he was being too soft with you, which Matt made a habit of. Sure, you were his little Maple Leaf but you weren’t delicate. You were an adult after all!

You carefully avoided the curl springing forth from an unknown position in Matt’s scalp as you began to chop away at his remaining long hair. Once it was shorter, you discovered his hair became kind of an unruly wavy. You tried to trim his hair to match the back and left the top and front of his hair about two or three inches long. When you were done, you stood in front of Matt and combed your fingers through to style it. Not too shabby for your first try.

You smiled as you finished and admired your work. Matt ran his hand through it, feeling it. You could tell he found it disconcerting. But you also had to admit, he looked kind of sexy like this. “C’mon, hot stuff, let’s go check out your new do in the mirror.”

Matt chuckled as you tugged on his arm and lead him to the closest powder room. You wouldn’t let him in just yet though and kept the light off. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, now can we get this over with? I have loose hair in my shirt, and it’s driving me crazy,” groaned the blonde, moving his shoulders uncomfortably in his shirt. You laughed and then tugged him into the large room.

“Annnd, voila!” you cheered, flipping on the light.

Matt seemed utterly surprised as he stared at the mirror. He glared at first at the man by your side, only to realize that it was himself. Then Matt slowly leaned on the sink bowl, getting closer to his reflection. He ran a hand through his short hair, twirling some of the strands between his fingers. All he muttered was a low ‘wow.’

“So…do you like it?” you asked slowly, leaning your face on Matt’s arm. His eyes went to you in the reflection; he shrugged after a moment.

“It’s s’okay,” he said, there was a slight pout in his voice.

You smiled at him sweetly. “Regretting it?”

His violet eyes went back to staring at his short hair. “Big time. I already can’t wait to be able to put it back in a ponytail.”

You giggled, running your own hand through it. “Well, it’ll take some getting used to. That’s all – now, we should probably go get that hair out of your shirt.”

Matt did a double-take at you in the mirror as your words sank in. A slow grin appearing on his face. “That’s right. I promised you a test run. Didn’t I, Maple Leaf?”

Before you could blink, you were over the blonde’s shoulder and headed towards his bathroom on the second floor. Thank God everybody else was out for the day.

It wasn’t until later in the evening that you wobbled your way down the stairs, your shaking legs trying to hold you up. That was a lot more than a test run, you mentally noted. You were able to walk halfway correctly by the time you got to the kitchen – Matt didn’t believe in lunch breaks, so you were starving.

“Well, by the looks of it, somebody had some fun today,” teased Al from the breakfast nook, he sat backwards on a chair. You dug through the fridge, rolling your eyes and not even bothering to respond.

“Allen, be nice,” warned Oliver from his place at the stove. “And [Name], make sure to leave room for dinner.”

You smiled at the strawberry blonde as you took something from the fridge. You placed it on the counter before hauling yourself up on to it. “I know, Ollie.”

“Say, where’s Ponytail?” asked Al abruptly. Francois grunted almost unnoticeably from behind his newspaper, you could tell that he was annoyed by Al’s taunts. – Even if they weren’t aimed at him

“Right here, shit stain,” growled Matt’s voice. You looked over to see Matt with a smirk. He was standing in the entryway rolling up the sleeves on his red flannel.

All was silent as the other three men turned to look at Matt. He casually went over to you, though, and stole some of what you were eating. The blonde leaned against the counter between your legs.

“Oh my word…” you heard Oliver mutter, nearly dropping what was in his hands. Even Francois moved the paper to raise an eyebrow.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” blurted Al, his shit-eating grin entirely gone now as he gawked.

“I had [Name] cut it for me,” said Matt coolly, shrugging his shoulders. You ran your fingers through Matt’s tiny tendrils and then kissed it.

“I don’t know about you guys,” you started. “But I like Matt’s short hair.”

“I – oh, it is very nice,” said Oliver, quickly composing himself and going back to making dinner. “Just…diff –”

“Ponytail-less,” finished Al as he got up and walked to stand before his brother.

His crimson eyes scrutinized him for a moment; all Matt did was raise an eyebrow. Al laughed then, giving Matt a crooked smile and showing off his missing tooth. He then ruffled Matt’s hair, which immediately went back into place. Al did this quite a few times. He used to like to mess up Matt’s hair, and take out his hair tie.

“What’s the matter, Alain?” teased Matt, this time it was him giving the shit-eating grin.

“Fuck off, dip shit,” growled Al, his face falling, all sense of teasing gone. With that, Al stalked off – apparently unappreciative of his brother ruining his fun. Moments later you heard a distant door slam shut.

In the midst of it all, you heard Francois make an amused sound and noticed a little smirk as his eyes followed Al out of the room. You two caught eyes and exchanged little flashes of knowing smiles before he raised the paper again. You kissed the side of Matt’s head again before finishing what you were eating.

So Francey Pants did have the smallest amount of fatherly affection in him towards Matt. Not to mention you’d put a stop to the ponytail taunts, so Francois wasn’t resembled in them anymore. It was just a bonus that it pissed off Al. Honestly, this was going to be fun.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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Day 6 : Comfort - 2P!Canada/James Williams

"What? You're lying! How can you be together with James for almost 2 years and not have some fun with him? I mean, he's so hot! What's stopping you?" my friend asked, looking at me with a horrified look.

"Uhm...I just never really thought about it, I guess." I look away, uncomfortably shuffling on my feet, taking another sip of my hot chocolate.

"Girl, listen. Boys are boys and boys get bored. Next thing you know, you'll become the side chick while he goes behind your back with some slut. I say you show him some affection and stop being so cold, or you're gonna lose him. Hell, if you're tired of him, just let me get him-" she kept ranting, but I tsked in annoyance and got up, ready to leave the cafe, putting the money on the table.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. See you later." I shrugged, rushing out into the whipping cold, warming my hands with the hot chocolate cup, my mind filled up with so many toxic things swarming and eroding my sanity.

I sigh and get a book to read in bed, from one of my favourite authors, Steve Cavanagh, but despite how exciting this book was, I just couldn't concentrate at all on the words imprinted on the paper, but on the ones tearing apart my brain.

He won't leave me, will he?

I mean, if he was annoyed by something, he'd tell me directly, right?

Actually...He's one to avoid confrontation and let things go away by themselves.

I'm not cold with him, am I?

Who am I kidding, I've been called our for being cold, even when I wasn't trying to.

He wouldn't get bored of me, would he?

He promised he wouldn't...

But so did others, and they lied, even while "comforting" me, they lied.

Everybody lies.

I had no idea how much time passed until the door to my room opened and James got in as nonchalantly as ever, his shades still on.

"Hey, Maple, I brought food-...Are you okay, chickadee? Why are you crying?" he put his suglasses on his head as he raised an eyebrow in genuine confusion and concern.

"I'm not crying, what do you mean?" I furrowed my brows, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Really? Then, did it rain in the room?" he put the bag down, sitting on the bed next to me, wiping away the tears I had no idea I cried, his hands lingering on my face, his violet eyes looking into my dark ones with certain soft look that I always see when he looks at me. "Talk to me, chickadee. What's bothering you?" his voice was calm and warm, but I could feel he was panicking.

"I don't really know...I didn't even realise I was crying. I just...I don't know...I...I don't know..." I bit my lip, looking down at my lap.

"Something is definitely eating you away...Do you trust me, Kat?" he asked all of a sudden, which made me gasp and look up at him confused.

"Of course I trust you! What's that question?!" I asked, a little annoyed.

"Then please talk to me. I know I'm nkt the best at communicating, especially with how I grew up, but I want you...Us to be okay." it was a bit difficul for him to say that out loud, but I could feel he was meaning it whole-heartedly, which made me sigh, my bottom lip quivering a bit.

"I...I...Just...Went out with the wrong person, I guess...And uhm...She just...Said some things to me...That kinda hit my sensitive spots." I managed to say.

"What did she say, Maple? Did she make you feel insecure?" he asked, making me nod slightly.

"She...She said that...Well...It's pretty silly, I guess..." I stop for a bit, as James held my hands in a way to encourage me to speak. "She...Said you'll get bored of me soon." I whispered, hanging my head even lower.

"Why the...Why would she say something like that? She doesn't know us or our relationship, so her opinions are pretty shit." I could feel he tried not to swear around me, despite being very irked by this, since he knows I'm not a fan of swearing.

"Because...Because...We didn't...Y'know...That..." I wasn't sure if my voice was audible or not, but by the aggravated sigh from James, I could guess he understood me.

"Some people should really keep their opinions to themselves. Do me a favour and stop hanging out with idiots like this bi-...Ahem, chick. They're just jealous on you since you're smart and beautiful and they'll never be like you." he shrugged, raising my face up to look at him.

"I don't know...Everyone around me keeps saying the same things lver and over...And over again...It's kinda hard not to think about it. Even my parents keep pestering me about it. It's a nightmare..." I cover my face with my hands, trying my best not to show that tears were threatening to fall again.

"Maple, look at me, please. Listen to me. You and I are the only ones who can have a say in our relationship, not the rest of the world, okay? It's only you and I against the world, just as it's always been. I would never leave you for something like this. I love you, chickadee. I know I don't say it often, but I do. For me, every little bit of affection you show me means the world. And Kat, I have never felt better than when I had your arms around me." his words were like honey to me, easing away any pain that my heart held at some point, or any doubt that my mind was harbouring.

I threw my arms around James' neck and climbed on his lap, just feeling his heartbeat against my chest as I managed to calm down and think more clear, thanking him repeatedly, in a whispered voice.

"So...What did you bring to eat?" I leaned back to look at him with a soft smile on my face.

"All the best stuff, of course." he chuckled lightly as we got the bag from the table to eat the awesome prosciutto and bacon sandwiches with melted cheese from the corner shop.

#aph hetalia #hetalia x reader #2p hetalia imagine #hetalia imagine #hetalia #2p!canada #2p!hetalia #2P!Canada imagine #2P!Canada x reader #2P!hetalia x reader #asexual #fluffy #fluffy self cember #self indulgent

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