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You and I. Romano x Reader
〖 when our lips touched,
that's when i realized that i was madly in love with you. 〗
“So, [Name]. I have a question to ask.”
“Ask away, then.”
“This may sound a bit cliché but,” Romano cleared his throat. He looked towards [Name], only to see her [e/c] staring at his olive green ones. “How's it like being in love?”
She froze— [Name] wasn't necessarily expecting for him to ask that question. She bit her lip as she thought for a moment. Ah yes, love. [Name] hadn't really thought of it thoroughly, she wasn't interested in romance. Though, she would wonder what it was like to love someone whom loved you back.
“I don't know, Romano.. I guess.. it gives you a funny feeling. That you just want to visit them everyday and bring them flowers and give them soft kisses on the cheek. And you feel like there's nothing important than your beloved. Aha, I'm sorry—” [Name] let out a nervous
Trainee Shenanigans: Horse Ride
WARNING: Stupidness, and some bad language. Enjoy the ride, Cadet.
"Come on, get in!" In went one, two, three, four, five until you gave up on counting. It was overwhelmingly warm outside, and the wood of the wagon seemed just about to decay and fall to pieces on the soil you stood on.
There was, if anything, about to be an overflow of smelly and active teenage soldiers that kept flooding into the wagon like a river, non-stop as the weight grew and grew, space declining and declining. Beside you was an ever so gentle Christa Renz, hair golden and eyes blue, but her hands moved nervously as she buried herself into your side. To the other was Connie, who had the casual look of devilish nothingness plastered on his boyish features.
"By the time it's our turn, there won't be any room left. The Instructor might even make us run there!" Christa's voice was smooth, but the slightest hint of concentration was seeping through her pinked lips. The last of the soldiers climbed in.
Shrugging off t
Sweater weather. America x Reader
〖 sometimes i just want to sit by the fire and cuddle with you. 〗
“I'm freezing, Alfred.”
“That makes the both of us then, [Name].”
[Name] let out a scoff as she turned around, wrapping the blanket around her. It wasn't actually helping her, really. She wore a sweater, hoping that it would at least help her keep warm. But it was utterly useless, for she was still cold.
“It's still cold, Alfred. I don't like it,” God, she complained a lot. That was for sure. She was surprised that Alfred hadn't got sick of her yet. In fact, he only grew to get used of her complaints and whining. Which of course caused [Name] to grow even more intrigued by him. She thought- or expected he would leave her soon enough. But here they were. Together.
Alfred let out a small laugh erupted from his lips. “Well, what do you want me to do about it then, hon?”
She blinked, once, and then twice. [Name] hadn't really thought of one yet. Well
Slice of Life (Jean Kirschtein x Reader)When Jean was a teenager, he fantasized about being wealthy. Interested in physics and astronomy, he imagined his future-self in a laboratory working for a company like NASA, and then after a day's worth of work finished, he'd return to his upscale home located somewhere along the coast. Life would be good.
However, during his junior year of college, he met a girl; one who was double-majoring in physics and astronomy as well. To Jean, she was smart, kind, hardworking, and not to mention so so beautiful. She aspired to become a professor at a university, and Jean almost had the nerve to lie and say he wanted to do the same.
Jean never desired to have a family, or, well, he just couldn't see himself married with kids. It wasn't due to the responsibilities that came along with having a family, it was more due to the fact that Jean liked to be alone. Sure, he hung out with friends and went to parties, but as soon as he was succumb with silence in the confines of his own h
La Casa...Parte 13Danville 9:30 de la mañana…
-Chicos bajen a desayunar…-Gritaba desde la cocina una mujer de cabello rojizo mientras servía el desayuno…
Al no obtener respuesta, la mujer dejo todo y subió al cuarto de sus dos hijos… Candace se había ido a dormir con Staycy así que no estaba en casa aun…
Toco varias veces pero al no oír nada entro de manera inmediata… encontró a Phineas y a Ferb dormidos profundamente… no había visto a qué hora habían llegado pero era hora de desayunar y tenían que bajar…
-Phineas…-sacudió al más pequeño de los chicos para que despertara…-Ferb, despierten chicos…-dijo
Cada uno comenzó a abrir los ojos con una lentitud asombrosa…
-¿Qué pasa mamá?-pregunto el peli rojo…
-Ya son las 9: 30 Phineas, es hora de que despierten…
Phineas se tallo los o
Sleep My Love-Germany x Reader
She laid her head upon folded arms across the banister of the second story balcony. In the dark below she saw her and husband, Ludwig’s, backyard, surrounded by a grove of trees which stood in shadow, an area of them illuminated by the soft glow of the downstairs porch light. Tilting her head she looked out beyond the yard’s wooden fence to the quiet gravel road. Not a car passed by, the air was still and quiet, filled only by the beautiful, steady song of some distant crickets. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, (name) could not sleep. This frustrated her for she knew no obvious reason as to why. Nothing particularly stressful plagued her mind, she had nothing coming up that would make her the least bit anxious, and furthermore she had been awake since about seven o’clock that morning.
Sighing she laid back onto the long wooden bench where she sat, stretching her legs, clothed in a pair of soft (f/c) pajama pants given to her by her husband
There Will Be No Doubt I Will.
Tomorrow is going to be the day. I am going to wake up at six, as always, dragging myself down the stairs and I will pour myself a bowl of cereal with milk and eat it a little too quickly to be healthy. It will have the same plain taste it always has, and the taste shall be chased away afterwards by the mint of my toothpaste while I brush my teeth.
My breakfast shall have only just settled in my stomach by the time I head out the door, books in a bag on my back, ready to hop on a bus and head across town to get to the worn out converted warehouse that is my school.
I will walk through the doors and stroll right to the end of the hallway, and I will wait for ten minutes for Laura. We’ll talk, our mouths close together so as to be heard over the bustle our classmates will be making; she’ll smell the mint on my breath, and I’ll smell the lavender she’ll have tucked behind her ear. T
ReturnShe peers anxiously around the corner, hoping she might be able to see the red light indicating the long awaited train’s arrival. Every few seconds, she is checking her watch, tapping her fingers, pacing along the platform. Tears meander down her face as she alternates between standing and sitting, peering and staring, crying and smiling.
This time, when she peers around, she freezes and I can taste the bittersweet odour of anticipation. Longing. Time.
Too much waiting.
She is bombarded by crowds of people and she fights through them all, trying to get up to the misty glass and see in. After a few moments the crowds disperse and she wilts. It seems the moment she was waiting for hasn't come.
Crumpling, she hits the floor with unwelcome force and the sounds of her melancholy sobs ring, echoing against the walls of the ancient station.
Then, as quickly as she started crying, she stops and a squeak is caught in the back of her throat. Stepping off the train is a young man, we
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