2P Canada x Reader Strange

2P Canada x Reader Strange

A man is limping down the dark street. He has shoulder length blond hair tied in a ponytail and violet eyes with sunglasses resting on the top of his head. His creamy colors skin has cuts and bruises all over it. He has a hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around the end resting on his shoulder which is covered by a red plaid shirt and his jeans have holes in them from the fight he just came out of.

“Bastards, thought they were stronger than me” he smirks “Well I showed them”

He feels something wet hit his shoulder and looks up to see dark rain clouds

“Shit” he swears looking around for a place to take cover

He finds an old and seemingly abandoned house. He walks to the door and just as he steps on the porch it starts raining hard. He turns the handle and enters the house. It is dark and there is dust and cobwebs everywhere. He feels a little uneasy when he sees the foyer is messy as if who lived here left in a hurry. He pushes the feeling away and walks further into the house. He walks into the living room to see furniture turned over and a broken coffee table. The uneasy feeling returns and again he pushes it away. He is walking toward the kitchen when a voice makes him jump.

“Hello?”

He turns to see a girl. She has (hair/length) (hair/color) hair and (eye/color) eyes. She is wearing a white nightgown and rubbing her eyes as if she just woke up. He frowns at her. Normally he would enjoy a one nigher but something about her is off. When she looks up at him her eyes widen and she rushes over to him. She puts her hands on his chest and he shivers. For some reason her hands are cold to the touch.

“Oh, gosh, your hurt” she cries looking at his wounds

She grabs his hand and pulls him down the hall and into a room. She pushes him down on the bed and dashes away. She comes back second later with a first aid kit. She reaches to remove his shirt but he swats her hands away.

“I don’t need your help” he growls

“Yes you do mister” she says reaching for his shirt again

He swats her hands away again and she hit him over the head. While he is holding his head she takes his hockey stick and removes his shirt. When he realizes he no longer had his weapon he looks at her confused.

“How the fuck did you do that?” he demands

“I know how to work quickly” she responds taking out a cotton swab and puts antiseptic on it

He huffs then winces when she puts the swab on one of his cuts.

“Don’t be a baby” she say cleaning his wounds

“I’m not a baby!” he shouts

She ignores him and continues cleaning his wounds, when she is done she wraps his torso in bandages. She looks at his legs and he looks too then covers then.

“There’s no fucking way I’m letting you take my pants off” he shouts

“I don’t intend too” she says getting down on her knees

She rolls up his pant legs as far as they will go then treats the wounds, cleaning then and wrapping them in bandage. She notices his foot at an odd angle so she grabs it. He lets out a cry of pain and surprise.

“What the fuck was that!” he shouts

“You twist your ankle” she comments

“Yeah, so what” he growls

“If it’s not treated it won’t heal properly and you will have a permanent limp”

He scowls and looks away. She takes this as a ‘go ahead’ and slowly takes off his shoe. He bites his lip to prevent himself from screaming. He fixes the position of his foot then wraps it.

“There, done” she says leaning back

He looks down at his foot and examines it.

“I’ll admit you did pretty well” he compliments

“Thank you” she says smiling at him

He can feel his cheeks burning at her smile. He turns to the side to hide it.

“So, uh, do you live here alone? He asks

“Yes, but I’m ok with it” she replies

She picks up the first aid kit and leaves.

‘Damn her for making me feel like this’

She comes back still smiling.

“Hey, it seems the rain stopped” she says pointing outside

He looks out the window and it has indeed stopped raining.

“Well, I guess I should get going” he says putting his shirt on and picking up his hockey stick

She walks him to the door. He opens the door to leave but stop, she looks at him confused.

“Uh, thanks for helping me” he says not turning around as to hide his red face

“You’re Welcome” she says as he walks out the door

She wave at him as he walk away.

“It was nice meeting you Matt”

Matts eye widen and he spins around. To his shock the girl and the house are gone all he see is a bare patch of grass.

“What the fuck” he says scratching his head in confusion

He shakes his head and walks away.

“It was probably a dream or something” he mumbles though he can’t shake the odd feeling he had in that house

He puts his hand on his bandaged chest.

‘I wonder who she was’