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As you heard the first few rain drops hit your window you looked up from your book and gave a soft smile. You absolutely loved rainy days. You bookmarked your page and stood up, padding across the floor to the kitchen. You grabbed a cup from your cupboards a set to work at making some (favorite drink). With your cup of (favorite drink) in hand, you left the kitchen and made your way upstairs. Technically you didn't have an upstairs, but you had remolded your attic so you had a small room up there. Some people wondered why you needed the extra space, since it was just you and your pet (fav. animal) living there, but you had your reasons. The

     With a quick twist of her hand ___’s door flew open, in which she charged into her home and flopped down on her couch. She let out a content sigh letting her hair out of the ridiculous bun she had to wear to work. As her (h/c) locks framed her face she kicked off her heels, humming in pleasure. “Working is such a pain.... If only the world didn’t revolve around money,” ___ pouted, leaning her head into a pillow.     “All well,” ___ exclaimed jumping up from her couch, “time to make dinner.” Happily she skipped to her kitchen humming a tune along the way. “What should I make tonight,

    You sighed as you wrapped a new bandage around your left arm. The long cut was healing, but it still hurt and needed to be bandaged for some time.    You made sure it was comfortable before pinning it down and tucking away the white roll in your medical drawer. You walked back out into the living room and your phone began to ring. You pulled it out of your pocket, hitting answer before sitting down on the couch. Your ankle was starting to sting.    "Hello?"    "Hallo, (Name)."    You smiled at the familiar voice. It made warmth crawl through your chest and your heart soar and butterflies fill your tummy and...you get the point.

  England x Reader Accidents Happen Oneshot ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* _____’s annoyingly loud alarm clock blared in her ears at 6 A.M. She groaned, but she knew that she had to get ready for work. ____ dragged herself out of bed and began her morning routine. Recently, ____ had been more eager to wake up and go to work the next day. Why? Well, ____ worked at a coffee shop, and there was one customer in particular who brightened up her day. His name was Arthur Kirkland. He had gorgeous green eyes, strong eyeb

Title: Welcome To The Family: Part 2. Summary: "I'm glad you're mine." Rating: 13+ Pairing: Germany (Hetalia) / Reader Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. [A/N: Major fluff, please enjoy!] - "(Name)! We need three cups of flour! On the double soldier!" "Yes!" "One teaspoon of salt! One and a half tablespoons of sugar!" "Yes, sir!" "Some dry yeast, three-quarters of a cup of water, half a cup of milk…" "And one tablespoon of vegetable shortening," (Name) finished, smiling gently as she laid out the ingredients on the kitchen counter. Popping the recipe book closed, Gilbert stroked his chin, nodding in agreement. "Absolutely right! Now, t

Title: Welcome To The Family: Part 1. Summary: "I'm glad you're mine." Rating: 13+ Pairing: Germany (Hetalia) / Reader Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. [A/N: Major fluff, please enjoy!] - "If you want to leave in an hour, we can." "Nonsense, Ludwig!" "No, really. We can even stay for thirty minutes. Maybe just fifteen." "But I wants to see what your family is like! Because…" She smiled with a blush, squeezing their interlinked hands, "they're going to be my family too, right?" Ludwig blinked, a faint blush dusting his cheeks before he looked away and scratched his hair. "J-ja, but..." She beamed and snuggled into his side, glancing t

Intro... China Word Count: 2938     Day 1:     I have four thousand’s year worth of memory. And as I go through all those memories in my head, I couldn’t possibly find a single memory of anyone who was sweeter, kinder, more caring, or more beautiful than (Y/N). But there was no way I had the bravery to talk to (Y/N) and tell her I love her. I was told by my younger brothers to toughen up and ask her out, but how am I able to toughen up to the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in four thousand long years?! Of course they said it was easy, but they don’t know a thing!     In fact, I went over to (Y/N)’s hou

*Squeeze* "GAH! What the he-" *Poke*  "Um, please sto-" *Squeeze* ______ glares at her friend from her place near the coffee table, him sitting on the couch and her on the floor. "Lukas.", ______ warns in a deadly tone. It was a normal day in the (l/n) household, well, except for an unexpected visit from a certain Norwegian. Lukas lets out a flicker of a smile, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. "Yes?", he asks, with that same boring monotone voice. He mentally smirks, but kept up the infamous poker face. "Stop poking meeeeee. I need to finish my book", she whines, pouting as she held (f/b) up. She's so cute like this, he notes

Renge. You absolutely loathed that girl. It had all started a very short while ago. You had simply been standing with your friends in Music Room #3, next to Kyoya, all of you watching Tamaki's continuous attempts to woo the newest addition to the club, Haruhi. A perfectly normal day in the Host Club, really. That was, until, Haruhi had noticed the petite girl watching the group of you from behind the doorframe. Hikaru and Kaoru went to greet her, and Tamaki, always eager, was not far behind. You furrowed your brows, turning to Kyoya to ask if he knew who she was, until your attention was immediately drawn back to the door. "No! Don't touch

Sweden X Reader Summer Rain You tugged your cardigan over your head as far as it would stretch. The unforeseen rain had come out of nowhere and had caught you in the middle of grocery shopping. One arm cradled a brown paper bag close to your chest, in hopes that you could keep it dry. The last thing you needed was for the bag to get wet and break. As you mentally cursed, you looked around the park you ran through. It had been such a lovely, warm morning, that you decided to take the scenic route through the park on your way home. It was sod's law that YOU of all people would get caught in a torrential downpour during SUMMER of all seasons.