WickedLuvBunny

Part 3 A/N: (~~~~~ means a time skip and -----means it’s a POV change.) “Why don’t you just tell him?” You brought your head to your hands and sulked, “I can’t.” Alfred grunted, rolled his eyes and leaned back on the chair. “For god’s sake, (Name), don’t make into one of those ‘one sided love’ shitty romance love story.” “I know, I know…I just don’t know how to say it.” How do you say “I love you” to someone? Saying it to normal people was hard, saying it to someone you actually have feelings for is extremely difficult. “Al, you probably h

It's been a long day I can't seem to keep up with it. I want to fall asleep, So I don't have to remember! “Why do I have to be such an idiot?” you groaned. You fell face first onto your bed, letting your messenger back for work fall to the floor with a thud. Curling up into the fetal position, you dragged your pillow over your face. You screamed out all of your frustration and hatred you felt towards yourself into that pillow. Every curse and every sigh came out muffled. Early today at work, you had said something that made you look rather stupid. You still had the image of Bruce’s flustered and shocked face imprinted in y

Baby Talk (Hetalia x Reader) ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ *Warning; A little bit of swearing because Romano is in this :] Other than that hope you enjoy :3 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ ~~~(Name POV)~~~ You were laid across Alfred’s sofa with your eyes shut as you listened to your friends bicker of god knows what, today you were all supposed to meet up and have fun and just hang out like friend are supposed to do but that seemed impossible with this lot. Opening your eyes you looked around the room seeing Arthur and Francis arguing as usual while Russia watched them with a chi

  Summary: The reader is injured from a previous hunt and the medicine Sam gives you makes you a little loopy. The motel bed you were laying on was lumpy and uncomfortable, but you barely noticed because of the pain you were in. You were still pretty banged up from the last hunt and your arms and ribs were covered in aching bruises. Anytime you moved shooting pain could be felt running up your back and sides, which was why you were laying facedown, trying your best not to move an inch. “Everything hurts and I think I’m dying,” you said, the pillow muffling your words. “Well that’s what happens when a witch thr

All the movies? They’re wrong. It’s not as glorified as they say, and it’s a lot faster. Sudden. Less dignified. A small, disgusted smirk crossed your lips. You tried to change your thoughts, however. Make this less of a chick flick moment, those cheesy situations that Dean loathes so much, but you can’t. You just can’t banish his face from your mind. His laugh. His smile. Just him. And memories begin to flood your head. *    *    *    * You swung the silver knife at the shifter’s head, standing protectively between it and your sister, Anya, who lay in a bloody heap on the floor. Her arm was scratched

America: Kisses: Alfred's kisses purely heroic. They are powerful and energetic, yet he likes to kiss on the cheek the most. In the bed: Although he is confident, he gets very nervous and shy when it comes to being in the bedroom. He does know what to do, but he's scared that he'll mess up. Type of girl needed: The all mighty America is going to need a girl who is used to a loud environment and a bit geeky. He is not a big fan of snobby girls who always cake their face with makeup since he prefers a natural look. Makeup is good for special occasions though. He wants his woman to be a tad tomboyish. Prefered date: At home since there is ma