X Reader Story Dump

Story Dump


Message to the readers,

These are stories that I either lost interest in or didn’t know where to go with them. I like the ideas in them but I can’t focus on them. So as is, they are scrapped. I may in the future redo and continue, but that is a huge maybe.

Two of them are continuations of stories I have posted. Let’s Go Home and New Family. The also happen to be the two that most people want a second part to. The unfinished stories are Home and Mi Familia, respectively. The third is merely a story that is going nowhere fast. I adore the some of the ideas behind it but lack the focus and skill to pull off the story. I don’t know if I will ever come back to any of these, if I do they would probably be completely redone.

These stories are unfinished, and may even stop mid sentence, so be prepared. And with three of them, this is rather long. But none the less, please enjoy and maybe even critique them.

                                                                                                                                    ~Dorky










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Mi Familia, sequel to
New Family Reader + Child!Italy Brothers


   The following weeks were like a whirlwind. The day after you took in the boys you went to the orphanage to fill out the paperwork and legally adopt them. Then you needed to buy them each a new wardrobe, and proper boy’s clothes for Feliciano; though thankfully with Feliciano being two years younger than Lovino, you can save some money with hand-me-downs later on. You also made arrangements to convert one of the guest bedrooms into a room for them, for now they had to share the queen size bed. Once that was out of the way, you enrolled them into elementary school, Feliciano in Ms. Héderváry’s first grade class and Lovino in Mr. Kirkland’s third grade class.

   Work was a little hectic, but every day you came home to your little angels. Now you only had the one income and Feliciano and Lovino to care for. Thankfully it wasn’t too much of a stretch, seeing that the jerk that left you never helped with much of anything financially. You just had to be more thrifty with your money.

   Soon pieces began to fall into place, routines started, life was coming together. Lovino often complained about his bushy browed teacher and the “way too happy” teacher’s aide. Feliciano loved his class, he made a few friends, and he really liked his teacher. Though they both had a few problems, Lovino got in trouble for his cursing and Feliciano was picked on. Feliciano’s problem resolved itself, with Lovino or one of his friends standing up for him. Lovino’s problem needed some creativity, you told him that he couldn’t talk back to adults or swear. You gave him a journal, a private journal to curse and insult and say his true feelings, no limits. At first he called it girly and stupid, but you caught him writing extensively in it, multiple times.

   You watched as the two sat with eyes glued to the tv screen, new episodes of their favorite tv shows airing this saturday morning. A small smile graced your lips as you wrote out a shopping list. You were going to go out shopping after their show was over, both dressed and ready to leave. Once the credits rolled you got up and ushered them out the door and into the car.    

   The supermarket was busy, and the boys followed close to you like little adorable ducklings. You go through the aisles placing all the needed items in the cart. Feliciano tried to sneak in various pasta noodles and crayons, Lovino attempted to put in more tomatoes and mechanical pencils. You told them that they didn’t need any of that and to put it back, they looked disheartened but you couldn’t let them be spoiled. Lovi had plenty of pencils already and Feli got marker just last week. You shook your head as you let out a sigh, not noticing that you were pushing your cart straight towards someone.

   A man let out a grunt of pain as the front of a cart hit him in the side. You snap your eyes open and see a man in front of you slightly hunched over and an arm at his side. You pull the cart back immediately and run around to him, urgently asking him if he’s alright and apologizing profusely. The man though slightly pained had a smile on his face. “It’s alright, señorita. No serious harm done,” He let out a weak chuckle and turned to you. He was stunned for a second before the biggest grin possible pulled at his lips. “(Name)? (Name) is that you?”

   “Toni?” you question, shocked yourself. “Oh my God! Toni, it’s so good to see you again!”

   The happy Spaniard pulled you into a hug. It had been months since you last saw your friend. You ask him how his trip back to Spain went which sent him into a long rambling of everything that happened. You didn’t mind, you always loved to hear his stories. In the midst of his ramblings, something behind you caught his attention. He gave a wave and called out, “Hola, Lovino! How are you doing?”

   You turn around to see your elder son stopped dead in his tracks holding his favorite cereal. He was shocked for a second before he shouted back to the man, angrily one might add, “Che cazzo ci fai qui stronzo!?[3]”

   You scowl at the boy, “Lovino! What have I told you about swearing in public?” You had begun to study Italian in your spare time. The swears were the first thing you learned so you could tell when Lovino cursed.

   His anger subsided and mumbled back, “Mi dispiace, Mamma.” Your gaze softened and a small smile came to your lips. Feliciano rounded the corner with his own box in hand, baffled by the scene before him. The two put the boxes in the cart as you turn your attention back to the man.

   “¿¡Qué!?” Antonio looked back at you, pure shock on his tanned features, “When did you become a madre? I was only gone for the summer!”

   “About a month ago, I took poor Lovino and Feliciano off the streets.”

   “Mama, you know Mr. Carriedo?” Feliciano asked.

   “Yep, we’ve known each other since middle school,” you answer, “And he was one of the three biggest flirts in high school. But at least he did help me with my Spanish homework.”

   “¡Por supuesto! I could never walk away when a pretty chica like you needed mi ayuda!” Toni laughed, “Besides, I took every chance I could to hang out with you, your boyfriend, or rather your fiancé, always took up all your time. I hardly got to see one of mis mejores amigas!”

   You heart clenches at the mention of your ex. The cheerful Spaniard, as dense and incapable of sensing the mood could at least tell something was wrong be the pained look on your face. He opened his mouth to say something, to ask what was wrong but Lovino cut him off. “You jerk!” he growled, “You made mama sad! Didn’t you know that-”

   “Lovino,” you stopped him, “He doesn’t know. You two are the only ones I have told.”

   “Told what?” Toni piped up, confusion written all over his face, “What don’t I know?”

   “The wedding is off, Noah and I broke up.”

   “¿Por qué?” Toni’s voice was soft, full of concern.

   He waited for you to answer, Antonio would wait as long as needed for you to build up the confidence to tell him. Feliciano stepped closer to you and hugged your leg, Lovino stood by you and held your hand. All these simple little things helping you work up the nerve to admit your problem. Toni was shocked,



[3] What the fuck are you doing here asshole!?









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Home, sequel to
Let’s Go Home Dad!2P!America + Abused!Child!Reader


Something soft and warm covered your body as a fluffy mattress formed to the curves of your little body. You felt so safe and warm, you curl your limbs closer to you, not wanting to leave this spot. That is until a delicious scent wafted its way to your nose. Your starving tummy craved food and the smell made your mouth begin to water.

Kicking off your blankets, you hop off the bed. The sight of the room startled you, it was different with much nicer furniture than you room. The memory of last night’s events flooded to your mind, you put your hand over your heart as if to slow it down and breath a sigh of relief. Curiosity overtook you as you noted your hand felt odd, glancing down at it you saw that it had been treated and wrapped. In fact looking at your arms and legs, a lot of your injuries had been treated. You smile at the bandages, daddy must have done that after you fell asleep.

Turning your attention back to food you left the bedroom. Your bare feet lightly thumped against the wooden flooring as you follow your nose to find the kitchen. The stronger the scent got the louder a sizzling noise grew. You found the kitchen to be a large open room with a man standing in front of the oven slightly hunched over.

“Daddy?” you call out. He had looked behind him to look at you. He had roughly the same build as your dad, he wasn’t as dark. You give the man a strange look and ask who he is. His body grew tense after you asked and seemed like he was struggling to stay calm. You were going to repeat the question but he cut you off.

“Logan,” he bluntly said, “Logan Williams, I’m your dad’s older brother. Now please never ask that question again.” The man turned back to the stove, turning off the gas. He took the food in the skillet along with some already done and fixed two plate. You followed him wide eyed as he set them down on the the dining table. You hop into the chair and see what was on the plate, fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and crisp bacon. Your mouth watered as you debated where to start.

You go for the pancakes first, the wonderful taste on your tongue almost moving you to tears. This was by far the best thing you’d ever had. This one bite wasn’t even in the same ballpark as that swill the dragon fed you. You greedily devoured your food, scarfing down bite after delicious bite. Only once you had gotten through little over half of the meal did you begin to slow down. You look up at the man across from you noticing the corners of his mouth twitching upward the slightest bit.

Swallowing the food in your mouth you try to strike a conversation with the blonde. “Dad’s brother? So you’re my uncle?” He gave you a nod and continued to eat his own food. You lick at the gap in your mouth as you try and come up with a question that can’t be answered by a shake of the head. “Hey,” you start, “Why’d ya act funny funny when I asked you who you are?” His body became tense again as he let out an irritated grumble.

“Look, that question just really bothers me.” He was blunt with his answer. He began to stuff his mouth full as a cue to tell you to stop asking about it. A cue you outright ignore and ask him why.
He seemed to be really annoyed at this, after gulping down his food he took a deep breath. “I hate to be forgotten or ignored, okay? That question pisses me off to no end. Your father, when he’s feeling ballsy, likes to ask me that. To answer him, I beat him over the head with my hockey stick. Multiple times. Until he passes out.”

“Really? Then how is he not dead? Or at least really stupid from brain damage?” you ask tilting your head.

“What makes you think he isn’t brain damaged?” Logan asked before taking another bite. “Anyway, he isn’t dead from that because of what we are. You included.”

“We’re alike?” you further question. He gave you another nod, and you lean back in the chair. “How are we alike?” you blurt out.

“You know about Mother Nature? How she’s supposed to represent all the plants and animals?” You slowly nod your head, wondering where he could be going with this. “Well, imagine a person like that that represents a country instead of nature. That’s us.”

“You’re a country?” you skeptically ask, “But how can a person be a large chunk of dirt and rock?”

“It’s kinda complicated, just know that I represent Canada and your father is the United States.”

“Sooo~” you start, dragging the sound much longer than needed, “What am I?”

“Your dad would have a better guess than me. You could be a city, or a state, or some other piece of land he controls.”

You stare up at the ceiling, trying to straighten out in your head what your uncle told you. It seemed so confusing, you wished your dad would come and explain it better to you. Then it dawned on you, where is he? You ask Logan, to which he replied that your dad and another uncle of yours went to your old house to clean up.

You heard a heavy door slam open a ways off followed by voices, one familiar the other new. It sounded like the two were bickering about a door. The voices came closer and you turn around to see the men walk into the room. The taller of the two you instantly recognise as your dad. A wide grin spread on your face as you scrambled over to hug him. He picked you up and introduced you to the brightly colored man as your other uncle, Oliver Kirkland.

“So Logan, how was she?” your dad asked as he tried to comb a hand through your ratty hair.

“There is no doubt in my mind that she is your daughter. She has your eyes, a similar personality, and has the uncanny ability of knowing just what to say to irritate me the most.” Logan replied in a dry monotone. He let out a sigh before continuing to talk, “Anyway, how’d the clean up go?”

“It went very well,” the bright man cheered, “Little (Name) has very good knife skills for a beginner.”

“I do?” you peeped.

Oliver turned to you with a smile bright enough to rival his clothes, “You sure do poppet. You know, I could train you with knives if you like.” He placed his hand on your head, but upon feeling the grimy condition of it quickly retracted. “But first why don’t we take care of that messy hair of yours?” He asked with a little nervous chuckle.

“It’s really matted and crusty, I think your going to have to cut most of it off” your dad said gently taking a handful of your tangles.

“We’re on agreement there, but I’ll try and save as much of it as I can,” the pink and blue man replied before he left the room. Your father had set you down to pull one of the chairs away from the table into the large open space of the room. Questioning out loud what all this was for, you where answered by Oliver as he returned to the room, arms carrying towels, a spray bottle, something shiny, and other little things. “It’s to make it easier to cut your hair and clean up afterwards. Now get up on the chair please, sweetie.”

You nod and took a seat. Towels and the shiny backwards cape were draped over you, and a sponge was next put on your head, water dampening your tangles and running down your face. He gently combed through your hair, undoing as many of the knots he could. You wince a little for each tug, and Oliver apologised every time, saying that when he’s done you’ll have clean and pretty hair.

Soon the tugging stopped, replaced by the sound of snipping scissors. Occasionally you felt the cool metal on the back of your neck, enjoying the blunt side sliding across your flesh. Soon the rat’s nest was detached and promptly thrown away, it felt nice to be rid of that mess. Oliver sprayed the water on your hair to keep it from drying out, then continued to cut and comb your hair. Now there it didn’t hurt as the comb went through your hair, something you were thankful for.

Soon the scissors stopped cutting and the shiny material and towels were taken off you, letting the locks of hair littering them fall to the floor. A fluffy towel was draped over your head, and hands gentle ruffled it against you in order to dry your now shorter hair. You giggle and pull the towel out of your face after Oliver had stopped. Looking up you see your dad and uncles in front of you. You give them a big grin, earning three different reactions from them.

Logan turned his head slightly away, his eyes shut  as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He was mumbling various thing under his breath, most of it sounding like a different language. Oliver made a high pitched noise of delight, going on about how adorable you looked. He then ran off saying something about a camera. Your father smiled, kneeling down and pushing the towel completely off your head, resting it on your shoulders. “You look pretty cute with short hair, baby doll,” he said chuckling some, “I didn’t even know you had a cowlick of your own, all those tangles must’ve kept it glued down.”

You smile widely at him. Your eyes then wander over to Logan and confusion over took you. You ask what’s wrong and he says it’s nothing. He mumbled under his breath, it sounded like something about taking you to a professional stylist next time.








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Untitled Story
Bad Friends Trio + Shy!Reader

   The sun was high above your head in a lake of pure light blue. The vibrant green leaves of the tall neighborhood trees rustled in the gentle and warm breezes of summer. Birds chirped to the steady beat of your footsteps against your driveway pavement as you walked walked form your car to the front door. You had just got back from your shopping trip carrying in the few bags of groceries you had.

   Living alone in a small two bedroom one bathroom home meant that week to week expenses weren’t too great. Your jobs as a nature photographer part time writer were able to cover all your monthly expenses such as bills and groceries with quite a bit left over. You didn’t always like being the only one living there, but the thought of having some stranger as a roommate terrified you. You often wished that you weren’t so much of a wallflower. Putting those thoughts aside you return to the task at hand.

   Once all the bags were brought in you heard the familiar weeping noise of your pet. You smile a little and pull out the plastic container of cherry tomatoes and wash a handful of them. With the fruit in hand you made your way over to the open top cage home to one Arthur the guinea pig. His weeps turned to an angry rumbling as you got closer, shaking your head you give the rust furred rodent his tomatoes only to have him run back to his little castle to devour his snack in peace.

   With the little jerk satisfied, you head back to your kitchen to put away the food. Boxes in the cabinets, canned foods in the pantry, perishables in the the fridge and freezer, everything in its place. With all the bags empty you turn your attention to cleaning around your small house.

   Since being by yourself still scared you, you often had background noise solely to deafen the heavy silence of the house. Today you were in the mood to have a tv show playing rather than your ipod. With a quick browsing of your dvds you find your collection of Hetalia dvds. You smile and decide to rewatch the series, a feat that could be done in less than a day. You play the first disc and start to clean.

   Vacuuming, sweeping, dusting, washing dishes, and just tidying up, all was done within an hour, save for the laundry. Finally content with the state of your house you take a break and actually watch the show. It was the episode where France was crying about how great he used to be. You smile and giggle as the show progressed. You loved this show, the countries were so cute and funny.

   Towards the end of the next episode your stomach growled, causing you to blush a little. You get up to make a sandwich, taking note that the oven’s clock said the time was almost one in the afternoon. As you are preparing your food your mind wanders from one little thought to the next, eventually coming to the realization that you had forgot to check your mail. Maybe your younger sibling finally wrote you back. You pause the show at the point just before Brittain chants that weird spell that summoned Russia before heading outside to check for any letters.

   ‘Nothing. Just like always.’ you thought to yourself. You sigh a little as you close the “box” and walk back to your house. ‘I don’t know why I get my hopes up. Only bills come in the mail.’ You got back to the kitchen and continue to make your lunch after starting the show again. ‘Still… It’d be nice to have some human contact other than just cashiers. Oh, who am I kidding? Even if I were to go out and try and meet people I’d freeze up. I’m too much of a coward.’

   A very loud thud pulled you from your thoughts. It came from the living room and panic coursed through you as you heard groans and grumbles. You yank open one of the drawers and pull out two items. A stun gun in one hand and pepper spray in the other. You creep around the corner and spot three large figures in your living room. With a gulp and heavy breathes you aim the gun at the trio and pull the trigger. Only two of them were shocked and fell to the ground leaving the third to turn around, instinctively you fire the spray right at him, making him keel over as well.

   Once all three were down you quickly turn to go out your back door. It wasn’t until you pull the door open that you heard something that made you stop dead in your tracks. A horrifyingly familiar French accented voice crying out in pain. You shakely turn your head towards the living room to see a tall blonde in blue covering his eyes and very red face. The other two were doubled over on the floor groaning. One in a dark blue outfit and the other in mostly khaki.

   Though you were trembling in fear, you couldn’t tear yourself from the scene, nor could you bring yourself to inch closer. You heard one of the other two grumbling something in what sounded like Italian or possibly Spanish. The one in dark blue started to push himself up, and you tensed up more, if that was even possible.

   A pale face with blanket of snowy hair on top looked up at you and you felt your blood chill. The voice that came out of his mouth was, familiar as well, “H-hey! Vhat zhe Hell!? Vhat was zhat for!?”

   “F-for breaking into my house!” you squeaked, somewhat surprised that you could find your voice. “W-w-What the heck are you doing here? W-Who are you people!?”

   “Mon Dieu!” The blonde cried, “Can we cut zhe formalities!? My eyes are burning!”

   “Look chica,” the man still on the floor moaned, “We’ll explain everything, just don’t hurt us anymore and get France here to shut up!”

   “Me shut up!?” the blind blonde bellowed, “‘ow’s about I spray pepper spray in your eyes and you see ‘ow it feels Spain!?”

   “Both of you be quiet!” the pale man yelled, “You’re giving zhe awesome me a headache!”

   “Shut up Prussia!” the other two yelled.

   You mind was drowning in all the pool of information poured into your head. A blonde in blue and red named France? A man in khaki named Spain? A pale skinned guy in a dark blue outfit named Prussia? What? Why? How? So many thoughts, ideas, and questions churned in your mind. The colors of your vision began to blur and swirl together, mixing into a deep dark black.



   Time was irrelevant and immeasurable as your mind lay dormant in the dark void. For what could have been an eternity no thoughts buzzed in your mind, it was simply a peaceful nothingness. You felt so relaxed, no pain, no fear, no worry. It was very nice but unfortunately couldn’t last forever, the outside world eventually beckoned to you, rousing you back to a conscious state.

   Your eyes flutter open to see the backrest of your living room couch. You try to remember what exactly had happened, your memory was almost completely blank of the day’s events. So you try to mentally retrace your steps:

You had gotten out of bed
Taken care of Artie
Had breakfast and gotten cleaned up
Went out to do some shopping
Reluctantly talked to a stranger and gave him directions
Got home
Feed Artie again and put away groceries
Started to clean
Then watched Hetalia

   That sounded right. You must have fallen asleep while watching. You hum in content and snuggle into your sofa pillows. You pulled your blanket closer to your body and enjoy the warmth. You close your eyes once again and roll over to face the tv. A small smile pulled at your lips as you heard the familiar voices of the countries talking.

   “This has not been a good day mi amigos,” Spain sighed.

   You knit your brows a little in confusion, you couldn’t tell what episode was playing. You continued to listen as you tried to place what episode was on. The next voice you heard was France’s, and he said, “Oui, first Britain, zhen the girl, and now zhis!”

   “Ja,” you heard Prussia’s voice agree, “And zhat stun gun stung like a bitch. Totally not awesome.”

   Stun gun? Your eyes shot open, there had never been a stun gun in the anime that you could recall. You heart started to pound and chanced a look around. The room looked normal save for the paused screen on your tv. Then your eyes wander towards the large open divider that separates the dining room from the living room. There three men were talking amongst each other.

   “Ha! Try ‘aving pepper spray shot right into your eyes, mon ami, zhen tell me what is ‘totally not awesome’! My face still feels like its on fire.”

   Fear gripped, you stay frozen on the couch watching and listening. It wasn’t until the tan man in khaki glanced over at you that you felt your heart stop. You were undoubtedly visibly trembling as the others curiously followed their friend’s line of sight. The man that looked over first was also the first to speak after turning to face you. “Chica?”

   You quickly roll over to face your back to them in a futile attempt to feign sleep. You heard multiple sets of footsteps approach and you quickly try and get out of the tangled blanket and run to to the door. This didn’t work, you had only managed to shed the blanket and start to stand up on the couch when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you into the firm grip of one of the men. You kick and squirm trying to get free, but both were fruitless endeavors. Tears roll down your cheeks as you begin to babble out pleas.

   “Shh, chica, please calm down. None of us are going to hurt you.” one of the men hushed. The man that held you turned around making you face the brunette and blonde. The tanner of the two spoke again, “We’re just as confused as you are, but let us explain as best as we can, sí?”

   “Oui mon cher, and no more pepper spray s'il vous plaît,” The french blonde added.

   “Shut up France,” the German accented voice of the man holding you said.

   Though you were still a trembling mess you stopped kicking as your tears slowed. The man behind you loosened his grip and you were once again standing on the floor. The tan brunette smiled softly and continued, “First let’s introduce ourselves. I’m Spain, the blonde next to me is France, and the albino behind you is Prussia.”

   “S-so you really are countries?” you manage squeak.

   “Ja! And you have the pleasure of meeting the awesomeness zhat is me!” the Prussia said stepping around to face you.

   “B-but how is that possible!?” you stutter out.

   “What do you mean, chica?” Spain asked.

   “I-I mean that you guys don’t exist,” you answer.

   “Ouch, zhat vas a little harsh fräulein,” the albino said with a cocky grin on his face.

   “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be insulting,” you apologize and meekly continue, “It’s just you guys are anime characters here, made up like Harry Potter and Sonic the Hedgehog.”

   You look at your feet as the three soak in that new bit of information. Your face was getting warmer by each passing second. It felt like hours until one of them started to speak again, but in reality it was only a minute. The voice that spoke belonged to the Frenchman, “Well, zhat explains zhe weird dvds we found while you out cold.”

   “Y-you guys saw that?” you quietly ask glancing up for a moment, “W-well I guess I did have it playing… Oh, I-I must seem like a complete weirdo stalker to you guys.” You bit your lip and look back down, cringing away from the three.

   “Ja, it’s definitely veird to see a complete stranger have a dvd set vith my awesome self und friends on the box art for them,” Prussia wasn’t helping you to feel any better. In fact, you felt a lot worse. “Zhough I completely understand vhy I’d be on zhem, actually I’m shocked I’m not on all of zhem.” Even in an awkward event like this, the Prussian’s narcissism remained ever in tact.

   “Oh chica. Sí, it’s rather weird, but it’s okay!” Spain said, you didn’t even need to look up to know that he had a bright smile on his face. He may be unable to read the atmosphere, but he isn’t blind. You found yourself smiling a little as the Spaniard tried to cheer you up. Something you didn’t expect, but probably should have, was Spain pulling you into a hug. Your face felt hotter than the sun. As he still hugged you Spain said, “Plus, in a way, it’s flattering that you like us so much!”

   You were tense as he held you in a tight hug. In all honesty you wanted to hug him back, but fear and shyness gripped your mind, rendering movement nearly impossible. Guilt over the not so warm welcoming you gave them crashed over you, making you feel undeserving of the brunette’s kindness. You manage to murmur out an apology, “I-I’m sorry for everything. I was scared so I-I got what I could for self defence. I didn’t mean to- I didn’t know it was you guys. A-and then I had a panic attack… I’m so sorry.”

   Spain let go and wore a look of slight confusion on his face. France seemed rather perplexed by your small outburst as well. You couldn’t bare to look him in the eye, his face was still red and irritated by the spray, no doubt still causing him pain. “Mademoiselle, while it is pleasant to know that you are concerned and regret what ‘appened, your apologies and explanations are unneeded.” You part your lips to squeak out a response but France holds up a finger to hush you before he continues, “You were all by yourself in this house, non? And zhen three unknown men just show up in your living room? Zhe action you took was completely justifiable, mon cher.”

   Your eyes were glossed over with tears waiting to spill over, in hopes to fight them back you bit at your lip. Even though they tried to reassure you of everything, a large lump of guilty swam in your stomach.