Dick Figures rule!!
Levi x Reader |Shipping|"Hey guys. I was wondering, who do you ship (Name) with?" Sasha asks all of the sudden, causing people from around the table to pause. Even Levi took interest to the conversation about to occur, wanting to note things said girl was into.
"I ship her with Armin." Christa piped up, which made Armin blush. Jean snorted out of amusement at this answer as he takes a bite of his potato, causing everyone to want to know why.
"She needs a real man. I ship her with moi." Eren groans, as Jean appears to have a smug look on his face. Levi narrows his eyes at him, remembering to remove you from all the chores that you both share. Jean looks over at Eren, annoyed.
"Well then who do you ship her with titan breath?" Jean says, making Eren glare at him.
"I ship her with Mikasa. They're always talking about stuff whenever I see them together." Eren says, which makes Mikasa's eyes widen at him. She elbows him, giving a disapproving glare. Eren mutters an ouch.
"I think (Name) and Co-"
"Does everyone in america have a gun?"
Alfred F. Jones: also known as America, turned to see his friend (your name), surfing the internet, a keen look in her eyes as she scanned each word on the depicted site she was on.
"Whaa-dude what you readin'?" Alfred just chuckled, hoping she would ignore not getting an answer.
Well that sure wasn't gunna happen.
"Does everyone in america have a gun?" she asked again, earing only a yawn and a stretch from Alfred.
"No (your name), not EVERYONE in america has a gun."
"Okay.." she mumbled, and continued to search on the same sight. A few moments later, while Alfred was chowing down on a tastely hamburger, (your name)'s voice rang through his ears before he could even taste the meat or lettuce.
"What now dude?" he asked, hoping she'd be quick so he could get on with his meal.
"Is it ture that everyone in America eats Macdonald's on an everyday basis?"
Alfred had to think for a moment.
"Nope, dude...why you-"
"Are american people always racist?"
"Do canadians kids ride polar bears to school?"
Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, peered up from his newspaper to look at his friend, (your name) glaring into the computer screen in front of her.
"Uh...no (your name), we don't ride polar bears at all." he said, flipping to a new page without hassle.
"Okay." she sighed, making a funny shape with her tounge while waiting for the next page to load. Matthew gave her a little look before looking back blushing. She's so damn cute, he thought.
"Do canadians play hockey all the time?"
Matthew gave a puzzling look before finally answering.
"N-no. Some don't play hockey at all much less every-"
"Is it true you put mayple syrup on everything?"
Matthew turned lightly pink, becayse of the horrible stereotypicalism. Did people really think that about canadians? Nobody remembered him anyway so what did it matter? What was worse to him now what was (your name) thought of him.
"Do canadians give people whatever they want because their 'soo' nice?
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
Gummy Bears: Hiro Hamada x reader
Warning: Fluff alert, Hiro's pervy side comes out a little, once again. Thought I might give you some warning this time, haha.
I imagine this taking place when Hiro is around 17 to 18 years old.
You were currently laying out on Hiro’s bed, your head propped up by his pillows as you read from the book you had resting against your stomach. Hiro was sitting in his desk chair, typing away at his computer. You were both caught up in your own worlds, content being next to each other and not needing to fill the air with useless chatter.
A few minutes later, you hear Hiro’s chair squeak as he leans back and stretches his arms up into the air. The wheels of his chair roll across the hardwood floor as he pushes away from the desk and stands. “I’m gonna grab a snack from downstairs. Do you want anything?” he asks.
You glance at him from your book and shake your head. “No thanks,” you tell him w
South Italian Stereotypes...
To say your friend Lovino can get easily angered was an understatement. He'd never admit he was wrong, even if the whole party knew it was his fault.
At least he was nice towards you-and usually just women in general. However as you flipped open your notepad-to reveal your list of 'questions' you were going to ask him-you couldn't help but feel that it was going to end badly.
It was tough to find the few questions you had, but it was definetly worth it. Knocking on Lovino's door, he opened it with a wide mouth like he was expecting someone he didn't like.
"Oh..it is you (Name)." he mumbled, crossing his arms. "You may come in."
"Thanks." you smiled and poked his nose, not watching him blush and rub it as you walked in.
"S-so..why are you here anyway?" he asked, his arms still crossed and his foot tapping like he hadn't much time and needed to be somewhere.
"I have some things I'd like to ask you."
"Pfft. Why?" he asked, not even giving you a chance to state what 'kind' of questions.
"Everyone drinks Vodka?"
The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.
"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.
"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.
Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.
"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"
"Russians only own warm clothes?"
Ivan gave her a 'are-you-retarded' look, before sighing and going towards her. Leaning over her shoulder, and peering at the computer screen. 'Russian Stereotypes' was the main page.
"Why are looking at this (your name)? You're supposed to look for America's weaknesses."
"I know I know. Hold on." (your name) giggled, making Ivan lean back a lit
"Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.."
Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself.
Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him.
"Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button.
"What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow.
(Your name) just let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Can I ask you a few questions then?" she smiled brightly, with Lukas giving her another strange look.
(your name) went right to it, and began to asking questions.
"Does everyone ski in Norway?"
"No." Lukas answered rather quickly. He thought he should maybe speak a little slower.
"Hmm.." (your name) went on. "Is it true that m
Levi x Reader |Soft Cheeks|"How many times did you have to redo the floor?" Eren asks your group of friends. Someone thought it was a good idea to just barge in to the room you shared with Mikasa, along with everyone else in the 104th trainees (that were in the Survey Corps).
"Four times." Sasha groaned out, lying on your bed. You glared at her. You just wanted to sleep, but everyone was so persistent on sharing the details of their day.
"Four? Hah, that's nothing! I had to redo it seven times, and redo the dishes five times." Jean said proudly. If you could even be proud of that.
"Maybe if you cleaned better you wouldn't have to redo it as often, horse face." Eren says. Before they can start arguing, Mikasa steps in.
"Quiet down." Mikasa said, making them both sit down quietly.
"I had to run laps through dinner." Connie complained.
"You did prank Corporal with Hanji though." You pointed out.
"It was so worth it though. Did you see his face when all his mops didn't have the bristles on them?" Connie sai