Fem!GermanyxChubby!Fan!Reader

Outside Our Little Paradise

You let out a happy hum as you and Monica cuddled, you two were laying in your bed and holding each other the exact same way that you two did when she first came here but this time you two were conscious as it happened. Despite being together and being willing to do several hot and heavy make out sessions, however she would often get very shy about touching you even though she had no problem talking dirty to you. So deciding to give her a little bit of a courage booster you took her hand, moving it to your breast, holding her hand to your soft breast with your own hand. She looked at you shcoked and blushing as you smirked and began squeezing her hand which resulted in her squeezing your breast.

Monica let out a moan as well kissing you roughly and her other hand came up to grasp your other breasts and you moaned out wrapping your arms around her neck. "Monica~" you moaned as you two made out. When you two pulled away for air you happened to glance at the clock and groaned, it was late.

"Liebe? (Love?)" She asked a bit worried about you, that obviously wasn't a sound of pleasure.

"It's late, and I have school tomorrow." You sighed, "I'd stay up later, but I have a test on (subject your bad at)." You sighed and she hummed and opened her arms more for you to lay against her chest and she wrapped her arms around you and pulled the blanket up onto the two of you.

"Go to sleep then mein liebe, (my love,)" she whispered, "do you...vell...do you vant me to...sleep here vith jou?" She asked and you smiled gently at how cute she was as she got shy.

"That sounds lovely~" you cooed kissing her collarbone and humming slightly. "Goodnight Monica," you whispered closing your (eye color) orbs.

"Gutt naught mein liebe, (Good night my love,)" she whispered stroking your hair and back humming slightly As you started to fall asleep she whispered, "Ich liebe dich, (I love you,)" however you were so out of it you didn't hear it, you only heard her voice and no words. It lulled you into the sweet embrace of sleep.

Waking up you groaned and started getting ready to get dressed, Monica headed into the kitchen to make you (favorite breakfast). You came in yawning and were glad that you were able to sleep so very soundly.

"Danke Monica, (Thank you Monica,)" you thanked her as she laid a (plate/bowl) in front of you and this caused her to blush, she loved it when you spoke German to her.

"Of course Name," she said taking a seat with her own (plate/bowl) to eat.

"I don't want to go to school," you grumbled and took another bite.

"But jou have a test today," Monica said and put her hand on your forehead, "are jou sick?" She asked and you shook your head.

"Nein, (No,) I just don't want to go, I know I have to." You sighed but then gave a little smile, "but I don't have work later so that's nice." You added and Monica nodded and smiled, since she couldn't prove she even existed and get a job. So she would spend her time cooking, cleaning, and doing small repairs. When she wasn't doing that she'd either bake or go over recipes and also read historical books or even historical fictions every once in a while.

You took the lunch box she had packed for you, (favorite lunch) and a thermos filled with ice tea, you gave her a kiss and left. It was very sweet, how much she dedicated herself to taking care of you.

It was while she was repairing the sink, she had found a leak and was going to repair it. Maybe after she'd work out in the gym, a room which your parents had filled with exercise and then she could clean up, then she'd wash up the breakfast dishes.

She had finished all of that and was now just sitting on the couch reading some baking magazine and heard a door open. She thought it was a little early but maybe the traffic was light today, however she was wrong. Looking up, putting the magazine down and ready to go and hold you and kiss you but froze as she saw a man and woman come in.

They were your parents, obviously and she had heard you tell her about them once in a while and did not like them. How could they put down such a beautiful and wonderful daughter? You're a daughter any parent would hope for but they didn't appreciate you.

"Who are you?!" Your mother screeched, she really was shrill, "why are you here?

"I'm Monica, this is mein (my) girlfriend's home, who are jou?" She said not thinking anything of it, however she didn't realize who they were and even if she did she didn't think they'd react like that. However she was wrong, they immediately started screaming at her and about things at such a high octave that she couldn't understand anything they were saying.

Luckily right now you were driving home and you gasped seeing the unfamiliar car and knew it could be only one thing. Your parents. You got out and ran gasping as you saw your parents yelling at Monica, you were used to their screaming but you still couldn't understand what they were saying.

"Mom? Dad? What is going on?!" You gasped and ran to Monica to check on her to make sure nothing was wrong. She was very strong and muscular, she could probably take care of herself. However you still loved her, and your first thought was for her.

"Name! This woman says that she's your girlfriend! Is that true?!" She screeched luckily you could understand it now being a bit more in practice. You blushed darkly as you glanced at Monica, you two were dating but you had never vocalized it. This was enough for your father to realize it was true.

"Get the hell out of my house Name." He growled and you glanced at him a little confused however raised a single brow.

"Okay, I'll pack." You said starting to walk but he stopped you.

"No, you start with nothing. You're nothing without us!" He growled and you gave him a glare.

"Is that so? Despite the fact you've not bought me a single thing other than food since I was eight, and you bought me clothing last time was when I was sixteen. It's the law, or it'd be considered neglect." You pointed out, "the books, clothing, and such are mine. Don't make me call the cops to get what you stole." You said and smirked and he was about to argue but your mom stopped him.

"Let her (Dad's Name), it's not like she can take it. It better all be off this property or we're destroying it Name. You have two hours." She smirked and you smirked back.

"Okay, fair enough. Monica help me pack really quick." You said taking her hand and dragging her out before your parents could say more. You two worked to pack everything, you packed your clothing, the decorations that you had bought her, your books, electronics, baking magazines, and (anything else you care about). You two packed your car, your parents were shocked that you had indeed bought a car, pretty much taking up all the car but the front and you drove off.

Luckily you work hard and don't spend much money so you have plenty of money and got a cheap hotel that was clean but basic but it covered what you needed it to cover so that was good enough for you.

"I'm sorry Monica," you said with a sigh sitting down on the single bed and Monica looked at you confused, "I had no idea they'd react like that." You apologized and Monica gave a bittersweet smile and went to sit beside you and rubbed your back. She cupped your face and lifted your face and kissed you passionately. Pulling away she stared into your eyes, blue meeting (eye color).

"Nein, (No,) I'm sorry Name. I should have told them that I vas jour firend." She whispered and you gave her a gentle smile.

"We have each other at least." You smiled at her and kissed her again.

Here's a little angsty chapter, it's something that can happen to some people, sometimes even worst. I wish people would realize that someone loving another person-as long as they are consenting adults-is nothing wrong. I'm writing this at three in the morning and it's a bit depressing.