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You watched your child try to sneak around. Her shoulders were hunched and she held something to her chest. With light feet, she tip-toed through the living room and tried to make her way upstairs. You called out to her from your place at the island in the kitchen, which gave you a perfect view of her. "Roxy," you said, over your cup of (tea/coffee/hot chocolate/mocha etc). The steam rolled up in clouds which you warmed your hands over. "Sweetheart, what's under your hoodie?" The young girl wore a pink hoodie that was suspiciously large in the front. The lump moved, and she held it gently, like an expecting mother fondles her swollen stoma

 Rat-a-tat-tat. Ta-ta-ta. Rat-a-tat-tat. Ta-ta-ta. Rat-a-tat- “AL, IF YOU DON’T STOP THAT RIGHT NOW I WILL STAB YOU IN THE NECK.” “You didn’t say that when I got the drum,” he says coolly, not stopping his incessant drum-playing. “IT WAS FUN AN HOUR AGO, BUT YOU NEED TO STOP LIKE RIGHT NOW OR I WILL HURT YOU SO BADLY YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO BEAT SOMEONE UP AGAIN.” “Aw, but dollface, it’s so fun to see you all riled up,” an infuriating smirk tilts at his lips. “And you know you could never stab me in the neck.” “I don’t care if you come at

You guys fucked. The End.

Chubby Reader x Prussia:                                   Chubbylicious “I’m sexy and I know it!” You sang at the top of your lungs dancing to the music blasting in your ear buds. In the comfort or your home you never felt ashamed of going wild and dancing away to your music. You swished your hips from side to side and raised your arms above your head. Dancing was something that made you feel not only alive, but extremely beautiful.  As you danced you didn’t notice three pairs of head watching you from the window. “See, isn’t she cute!” The white haired boy whined his crimson eyes enchanted by you