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* The rhythmic ticking of the cuckoo clock pendulum was among the first sounds to greet you, a grounding familiarity that quickly eased away some of the lingering fears from your dreams. You sighed quietly, closing your eyes as you steadied your breath, hyper-aware of the room around you- The clamminess of your skin, the faint scent of pine, the wall of warmth just beside you, the steady repetition of his breaths. You longed to pursue more sleep; the moonlight trailing across the duvet told you that it had to be just past midnight, perhaps even one o'clock. But sleep was a finicky mistress, slipping away from your grasp with each passing

 Greece x Reader – Cookies and Hot Cocoa It was a cloudy day. It had been this way since early morning, and the afternoon wasn’t that different from hours before. It was cloudy, and if you happened to walk outside unprepared, the cold would freeze you out. It was a lazy day, a lazy weekend. After staring at some random stuff on the internet on your phone for some minutes, you decided to call your friend to pass the time with you. You searched for Heracles’ name on your phone’s contacts list. Heracles opened his eyes slowly and sighed. He extended his hand, searching for his buzzing phone in the middle of the mess o

Happy birthday, ~XWesterners-aruX (https://www.deviantart.com/xwesterners-arux)! ~*~*~*~*~* A puff of breath could be seen every few seconds as (Name) walked down the street, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her winter coat. How much longer was the cold going to last? It seemed like every week it snowed at least an inch. A gust of wind blew past her, and she pulled her scarf up higher in vain to cover more of her face. Just a little bit longer and she’d finally be home. Normally she would have just driven her car, but (Name) made the silly mistake of forgetting to fill it up with gas. Now it was just stuck in the driveway, a lonely heap of metal. Finally reaching he

~ The Overture ~ . . . "Mm . . ." . . . A soft murmur pierced the clockwork rumble of the carriage's wheels treading over the rocky path. The weary traveler stirred in his sleep, craning his neck to lean on the walls of the lush, velvet lined carriage. So accustomed was this traveler used to the periodic jolts and jumps of the thin wooden wheels as it rolled over stones and pebbles, shards of steel and whatnots. It was no surprise that this creature was able to sleep soundly even throughout any peace or chaos. . . . "Nngh . . ." . . . The traveler stirred again; agitated by the absence of the rocky path's playful shoves as the carriag

It troubled you to see your normally jovial and cheerful friend so quiet and reclusive. You gently touched Prem's [1] shoulders, and he jumped slightly under your touch. "Hey…Prem, are you okay?" You asked, genuinely concerned for him. He simply nodded. "Yeah...I'm okay." You took a seat on the bench next to him. "You're not okay, Prem. I know..."You sighed. "I can tell." He turned towards you, his warm brown eyes wide with emotion. It shocked you, somewhat. You'd never seen him like this – quiet, wordless... He blinked, as he bit his lip and then shook his head. You sat there, frozen, and unsure of what to do. Here was your be

You sighed as you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock. It was the 17th of March and you knew perfectly well what were so special about that day. It was St Patrick’s day. The day that your friend Seamus would take any chance he got to make you kiss him. Like that's ever gonna happen. He always did that, it was kind of like a tradition. Almost. Usually, you would say that it was stupid and childish of him to do such a thing, but now you weren't too sure anymore. You quickly shook off the idea and began to get yourself dressed. The thought that you maybe didn’t mind if he kissed you… No, that was absurd. You put on a

* Curious fingers curled on bare skin, teasing the juncture of your shoulder and neck. He felt a small smile blossom at your annoyance, taking just a minute’s pause from your work to scowl at him, eyes narrowed in agitation, before you once more turned back to your laptop, eyes carefully reading through the most recent messages from your coworkers. He sighed to himself, listless, bored. He loved having you home, really he did, but half the time your focus was elsewhere, thoughts constantly flickering back to the outside world, claimed by others who, in his opinion, didn’t deserve even a second of your time. But you were resolute

Alone in his room, a short, Japanese man was packing a suitcase, looking at it with much more focus than he should be. Though, he was not focused on the packing, but instead lost in his own thoughts about his trip. This man was named Kiku Honda, and he was going to be travelling back to Japan, his home country, for a business trip. However, this would be the first time he would be going on a trip without his precious (Name). (Name) is his girlfriend, the sweetest person he has ever met and the love of his life. He was going to be gone for a month, without her. She understood of course, so that was not the reason he was so nervous. He has ne

(M/N) - Male name (H/C)- hair color (E/C)- eyes color (S/C) - skin color (F/F) - favorite flower --Your POV--- " .... And she should be in bed before 8:00, or I won't be afraid to skewer your head to a stick after shooting you," Switzerland glared at you, with his eyes sharper than daggers. You staggered back at his hostile gesture, but you managed to sputter out a weak laugh. "S-sure, Vash." You were the only one who would dare use the country's human name, but Vash had grown used to it. He slung his gun over his shoulder and let out a small sigh. You could see the uncertainty hiding in his eyes. It was his first time leaving the side of h

   Would you believe me if I told you that Toris Laurinaitis had crushed over a married woman?   Well, she wasn't married at the time he felt something for her.   Toris didn't even know her name, but it was quite a shock to him after he saw her again after all these years. ~~~~   This brown-headed fellow, throughout his years worth of commute, saw the very thing that kept him up and about in the mornings to his school and to work. It was a certain (colour)-headed lady who rode the same public transportation as him.   It was just a random thing. She was just another passenger, but on seeing her familiar face the next day made him expe

The stereotypes song: Mexico -------------------------------------------------------------------- And I love Mexicans. The way they mow my lawn. They all got 100 kids 'cause they don't know how to put a condom on. Uh huh. ‘Cause that's the way they role. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Now you were at home waiting for Mexico to come over and mow your lawn. You check your notebook and look at all the questions you will ask Mexico once he finishes mowing your lawn DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG You get up once you hear the doorbell, you open the door and see Mexico standing there wi

Husband!Netherlands x Wife!Reader: How To Quit Smoking ____ glared at her husband. He was doing it again: Smoking. She knew why - he'd always done it. She knew that he was stressed because of his work at the moment, and the smoking calmed him down. But she hated it. It made their home smell like tobacco, him taste like tobacco and it was actually really dangerous. What if they ever had a kid? Would he continue then? ____ sighed, she needed to do something about this. Or she'd go crazy. A plan began to form in her mind and she snickered a little to herself. 'Be prepared, Tim van der Berg, 'cause here I come!' ~~~~ Some time later ____ p

It was a hard day indeed. All you wanted to do is to go to sleep snuggling into your boyfriend while his little sheep ‘beeps’ to you. The sound his sheep was making always drifts you to sleep (not to mention the flock of the animals in your backyard which is a long story). Honestly you couldn’t decide which was cuter: your boyfriend or his sheep. In the end of the day both of them would be with you comforting you from the long day. Sometimes Kaelin would count you sheep, when you could not fall asleep, using his own little sheep by slightly throwing it up in the air and then counting, the sheep would always make that R

Chapter 1: Late night adventures Nordics x Reader ~*~*~*~*~* The soft glow of sunlight filtered in gently through the curtains of the bedroom (Name) and Mei shared. Opening her (e/c) eyes slowly, she smiled and snuggled into the blankets. Today was Saturday and the first week of World Academy W was finished. (Name) couldn’t be more overjoyed. It was difficult to adjust to the homework and class work, as well as the already messed up sleep schedule she had. Not to mention, (Name) was still getting lost in the huge campus when trying to locate her classes or trying to find her way back to her dorm. Now that it was the weekend, (Name)

Warning: Some profanities here and there from time to time. Lukas.... "Hello Lukas!" (Y/N) greets as she smiles at him. The Norwegian locks the door and shuts it, looking at her with a soft smile and walking over to the couch and sat next to her. "How was work?" She asks as she looks at him and raised an eyebrow. He sighs and closes his eyes. "Horrible." He answers as he opens his eyes and has a slightly annoyed look as he remembers what happened in the meeting. "Wait, why weren't you there min kjærlighet?" He asks her as he runs his hands through his girlfriend's hair. She shrugs as she leans to him and sets her head on his shoulder.

Angels and Demons Light and Darkness Good and Evil Sworn enemies until the end of time, but what if things were different? What if an angel somehow broke the rules all for the sake of love? And for a demon no less? Love knows no bounds and yet these two are bound by the rules and regulations of their own kind, but what are they willing to risk just to continue this love that was already doomed from the start? Only time will tell.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The human world The only place in which angels and demons freely mingle with each other and yet the times in which they do encounter each other is none t

Chapter 9 You left your seventh-period class five minutes early. You had a plan to where you would get to Feliks’ class before the bell rang to beat Dyah to him. You assumed she would pick him up from the class, so you asked him about his schedule after first-period. You sat next to the door of the classroom as the school announcements broadcasted. When they were done, and the bell rang, you stood to your feet and watched the teens as they left the class. You grabbed Feliks’ arm when you saw him and began to drag him down the halls and through the mass of other students. He kept quiet and just followed behind you. When you mad

* The steady glow of the kitchen light guided you through the silent house, revealing the object of your affections sitting on the floor, his back resting against the oven. You felt your lips twitch in bemusement; his eyes were narrowed in concentration, thumbs moving over his phone screen rapidly, muffled piano riffs carrying across the small room. It wasn’t so much his gaming that amused you, nor was it the caption on his horrendous orange t-shirt. It was his stringent attention, the neon from his screen reflecting off his glasses, how his entire torso was tense as he continued progressing through the current level. His lips were p

Libido 9 (Dark! Romania x Reader) Here's a link to the previous chapters cause let's face it, it's been 2 years mamas, no one remembers this story lol: https://miabia100.deviantart.com/gallery/54046019/Libido . . . Demon    "I'll be completely honest." I stared in unadulterated awe as a slight ting in my heart enveloped my being, my mind unable to filter out my gaze. "I don't get what she sees in you." Gilbert, who at this point I'd assumed had left the abundantly crowded dance floor, was now standing parallel to our table, stalking his way towards us. Feliciano who was on his fourth shot of tequila watched with clouded golden iris'. I

You had barely slept a wink the night before, insomnia and anxiety preventing the relaxation you so desperately craved. Your mind was scattered; your thoughts were tattered. The whole morning- getting dressed, communting to the airport, passing through Security, entering the terminal- was filled with debate, mind roiling with doubts. The flight wasn't much better; every passing breath left your stomach coiling in indecision and apprehensive regret. You shouldn't have done this. He didn't actually want you there. He wasn't going to be there for you. Logic, of course, dictated that even if he planned on abandoning you, you had enough bet

Russia x Fem! Reader Late Night Dancing >Part one< Part two (c) Hetalia        Ivan had it in his mind that he had to make his best impression on this woman, not only because she was an Underling of one Alfred's, but because he felt a slight admiration for this woman. She had already given him the impression of a hard worker, but also as Toris had mentioned she was kind, or well close to something of the sort.   The night was crisp, cold and of course, it was dark. Sticking his hands in his pockets the Russian male glanced over to [first name]. The silence was not awkward, or tense for either of them as if they had known each other