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Ah, yes. Yet another night of desperate tossing and turning, in high hopes that you'd be able to fall asleep. Fantastic. You were honestly surprised he hadn't woken up to the constant creaking of the mattress yet. You turned to face him, a bit mystified when you realized you were face to face. He had turned over in his sleep. 'How cute,' you thought, relaxing at the sight of him. You were considering waking him up, but he looked all too peaceful to be disturbed. The way his soft, curly brown hair perfectly framed his face, forgiving a few strands that laid over his closed eyes. The way his olive-colored skin glowed in the moonlight, making h

      Author's Note: Hey Anxnymous here! This is a commission for an anonymous Deviant, and they've given me a particular theme, but I won't tell you yet; that would spoil the ending... This story is strongly based of one of the chapter of Yuki Midorikawa's "Book of Friends"; quite a nice series really. Enjoy, comment before you fave and watch for more?                “Hey look! The first blossom of spring!”                “Oooh, how pretty!”                ‘Yes it is quite pretty isn’t it,’ you thought, eyeing the couple who were admiring the tree you were sitting it. The woman was leaning on h

Author's Note: Hey Anxnymous here! This is my first Spain reader insert, so tell me how you like it! This is a commission for Savie02, with the theme as fluffy Spain x Reader. Remember that I am still doing commishes, so don't be afraid to comment in my commish journal if you would like one! Enjoy, comment, fave and follow for more? You didn’t question it when Antonio Carriedo phoned you in the middle of the night to invite you for a small night drive.    Knowing him, it was probably something about his tomato farm, or taking care of his nephew, Romano. You didn’t mind, however insignificant each request was, you enjoyed helpin

“Catch!” A Popsicle was hurled towards you at great speed, spinning as it neared closer to your slouched frame. You flinched as the cold, wrapped treat thumped into your arm and slid down your thighs to the sweltering cement floor. “Nice catch, my friend!” Antonio threw his head back in laughter as he scrambled up the wall, taking a comfortable seat next to you. Without even a grumble you reached down and grabbed your cold treat, wanting nothing more but for it to be inside of you. The cheap wrapping was discarded immediately before your dry tongue slid over the flavoured ice, savouring the cooling treat. Your teeth

"Matthew, you need to stop. This is a bad habit. You're going to end up hurting your body if you continue it." You frowned, taking his jar away. The quiet Canadian looked up at you with a small frown. "___... It's not a bad habit. I've always done it." He stood up, surpassing your height and reached out to grab his possession. You held out the maple syrup jar and did your best to push away the country and his grip. "Yeah, I know. But you've had three jars of this stuff, again. That can't be healthy with all those sweeteners in there." You slipped away from him and quickly ran into the kitchen. "_-___!" He chased after you as you began to t

   It's been a while since Arthur Kirkland had a love life. He recalled that it was before going to a university since his last affiliation with somebody. Anyways, he decided to find someone again.   Arthur grew a bit lonely after moving into his flat. He rang up his ex-French secretary for a dinner at a local restaurant after she gave him his number "subtly". Arthur knew that Françoise, or Franny, had been calling but he avoided the woman frequently for that, until now.   At least, he could give it a shot. They've only interacted inside the workplace, so might as well get to know somebody who already likes him.   He looked at the

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

Come stop your crying, it will be all right Just take my hand, hold it tight I will protect you from all around you I will be here, don’t you cry. “It’s not fair,” (Reader) sobbed, “It’s not fucking fair! How can they reject my application over this?” “I don’t know,” Matthew sighed, “I don’t know how my own government could do such a thing. With our healthcare being so affordable, I don’t see why this should be a problem.” Slinking onto the living room couch, (Reader) cried into her palms, letting the rejection letter slip to the floor. In spite of her boyf

     “Alright, one small classic milk tea with boba,” Ludwig says, placing your favorite drink on the side table next to you. You set your book face down on your lap and begin to take out your wallet.     “It’s $6.31, right?” you ask, only to be met with Ludwig’s shaking head.     “Don’t worry about it. You got it last time, remember?”     ‘Yeah, I did, but that was when we were still dating, remember?’ you think to yourself, but instead of pointing it out, you just sigh and return to your page after a belligerent “Okay, thanks.”     Every other Friday, you

“I told you! I didn’t want to be Luigi” “But Romano, we needed to match! Please don’t be angry at me” Feli cried as his hands came up to shield his face “If you had thought about something else for us to match than we wouldn’t be standing here looking so ridiculous” more and more Romano was getting angrier, and you had to stop it “Guys, I just said that you looked cute” You sighed, trying to better the situation But there was no use, soon Romano was basically chasing Feli around the huge mansion, and all you could do was watch “Do not worry ma chérie, they will