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You watch him as he dices the tomatoes. He is making a dish called chimole—also known as pico de gallo. It is a Latin American dish, but it contains tomatoes, so of course he is making it. It is a recipe your mother perfected growing up, one without any peppers since you cringe at the taste of them in your mouth. Your mother, being extremely fond of the accented Spanish man you are in love with, shared the recipe with him since she said, "You can't trust those recipes online, mi niño. Y si vas hacer comida para mi hija…well, you need this." Basically, she wants to assure that your favorite dish will stay with you if you ever

 Gilbert considered them moments of weakness. You however, adored these moments as some of the best you had shared with him. These moments only came occasionally, in the dark of night, lying in bed.wakened by nightmares, he’d blindly search you out, pulling you close, holding you tightly. You stroked his hair and kissed his tears away. Neither you nor the other 2/3s of the BTT ever mentioned it. You just silently took care of him when he needed it most. Francis had nightmares as well, but unlike Gilbert who sought human warmth when plagued by them, Francis’s nightmares drove him away. He’d quietly slide of bed and leave th

The…the sun is so bright… you find yourself thinking as you open your eyes to the white sky as your heart pounds against your skull. Your body hurts terribly. And why…does it smell like a Danish? Fear creeps throughout your body, and you shoot up, realizing that the "white sky" is the ceiling and the bright sun is only coming in through the windows thrown wide-open. And the aroma of apple Danish is coming from the kitchen…but it isn't your kitchen. You're not even in your own room, your own house. And your head hurts. You've only once ever experienced this crappy feeling, and with the lack of memories of last night, your

Arthur stared in horror at his cute little bundle of joy laying on the change table. This was the first day [name] had ever left him alone with the boy since he had been born, and he honestly had no clue what he was doing when it came to changing a diaper. Sure, he had taken care of kids before; he absolutely adored them. Throughout the years he had been a big brother to several different nations. But he hadn’t started taking care of any of them until they were toilet trained (if we aren’t counting Alfred’s bed wetting tendencies when he was little). Now with his own son, [b/n], the nation was completely lost. The stench in

Stupid Spaniard Netherlands x Reader ~Drabble "Bella you look so beautiful today!"  A Spanish accented voice chimed. "Oh, Antonio, you're so sweet!"  A blond Belgian responded, snuggling closer to her tanned boyfriend. The Belgian's older brother, a tall, muscular Dutchman with olive green eyes groaned in response to the show of affection and scooted farther away from the two on the couch. "Oh, come on, Tim, don't be like that!"  His sister said, frowning. "Oh, come on, Bella, don't be like that."  He mocked, gesturing towards her and her boyfriend who was much too close to her for his likin

 Battle Tactics   Female!Reader x Hungary WARNING: Hungary is teasing you (her lover) for not giving her a good morning kiss. So, you have been warned, nothing happens but you have been warned my dear readers~ ------------------------------- Groaning, you walked through the hallways of Mr. Austria's house while picking up a few things here and there. That you guessed were dropped by Italy while he was running away from Holy Rome. Sighing, you couldn't help but shake your head you'd think after all of these years, Holy Rome would have noticed that Italy was a boy, but then again Austria's pretty dense as well, not knowing either. Coming t

Quick note; I do not think child abuse is funny in any way or something to take lightly. It’s a serious and real issue. You walked into your new kindergarten classroom, followed by your mom and dad, than stopped to look around. There were a bunch of kids sitting at the circular tables, all talking with each other. You were about to walk to the seat where you saw your name tag sitting at, but you were stopped by your father’s hand. “Remember _________, if you misbehave or get in trouble, well...” he said, and made a fist with one of his hands while glaring at you. You gulped and nodded, knowing how seriously he took h

       You and your boyfriend, Ivan, were laying in bed. Ivan had his arms around you, and you were snuggled into his muscular chest. It felt like everything was right with the world. You sighed in bliss, and turned your body to look at Ivan. It was like he was at the most peace when he was asleep. His snores were soft and faint, and his chest rose up and down with every breath. You heard his breath become shallow, and he stirred in his sleep. A deep purple eye cracked open, looking towards you. Ivan pulled you closer and kissed your head. You softly smiled, and looked up at him.    "Good morning~" You yawned, smiling up at Ivan.    "Go

The moment you stepped into the house, the first thing to go was your blouse. Greek summers were never too terribly hot or humid, but spending an afternoon on an archaeological dig with Heracles was more than enough to make up for that. The cool breeze that blew through the open windows felt wonderful on your skin, and you stretched, your back arching and almost creaking from the day's labor. From behind you, a sleepy voice commented, "Nice view." You turned around and offered your husband, Heracles, a grin. "It's not too hateful," you replied, looking him up and down. He was still fully dressed, for the moment, at any rate, but sweat made

Prologue: You sprinted across the crowd, trying to locate the target. You just can't believe that you missed a perfect shot. Perhaps you were stressed out by the missions being handed over to you continuously. You were sent to find a man named; Yao Wang. He was better known as a Chinese syndicate for you to take on. You may as well bring him back dead, or alive since your general allowed you either way. In a split second, you spotted him running towards an abandoned warehouse. Why do bad guys always head for those? It's not like it's always been so secure for them. You sighed and slowly approached the warehouse with much caution. You made

AwesomeTrioXReader It was an average night for (Name). She returned from her part-time job at the local McDonald's, only to get ready for her job as a waitress at the local bar. She sighed. Having to deal with annoying costumers, screaming kids, and low pay was more than enough to drive someone mad. The only thing that made it all bearable was that her best friends came to visit her at work most everyday. Alfred F. Jones, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Mathias Køhler. The three obnoxious, loud, fun loving goofballs where the best friends that (Name) could ever ask for. Each of them was able to be quick with a joke to cheer her up, their attitude

You excitedly reach your hand into the hat, wondering who you would get of the handsome men around you. Well, you did hope for a certain one, not that you'd ever tell anyone. Blushing already, you pulled out a... Basketball Jersey? Confused, you hold the jersey up, thinking it belonged to America or China. Think of the shocked look that crossed your face as your crush stepped forward. He, of course, took this shock as disappointment. "Hello, (Y/n)," Lithuania said meekly, "Sorry that you chose me." You bit your lip, staring at the ground when a weak hand catches your as shyly drags you to the closet. "I-it's fine. I actually kind of want

"Don't...move a muscle!" You froze, "W-What?" "Don't move..." you heard Nicolas call from behind, as his voice lowered to a whisper. "W-Why not?" your voice matched his – a quiet whisper. "Because..." you could feel him getting closer, and closer to you, yet you didn't dare move. Stiffening, you felt his warm breath on the back of your neck, making the hair stand up. You tried to keep you breathing calm, but it was still so difficult – you could literally feel your chest moving up and down. "Because...I want...to…take that off you!" His last words were a whispered rush, as he grabbed the bar of chocolate from your hand. Y

You knocked on the door a few times. "Eren?" You whispered. The door opened to reveal a green-eyed boy. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the room, closing the door behind you. The lights were off, the only source of being able to see the moonlight that leaked in from the window. He turned and smiled at you, one of those charming smiles that made your heart melt. He quickly pulled you towards him and pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled against him and pressed back, before pulling away. "I hate having to meet like this." You whispered, setting your head against his collarbone. Eren sighed and put his head atop yours. "I know but.

    "Alright everyone, LET'S MOVE OUT!" shouted the leading corporal. Your grip tightened on the handles of your gear's blades, knuckles turning white. It was time to face the titans....... yet again. As a top wielder in the maneuverable gear, you were selected to be part of an elite group that was being set out to deal with a few stray titans that were enclosing on the walls. Even though there only appeared to be a few of them, it was still just as terrifying every time. Chilling sweat collected on your forehead at the thought of previous encounters. "Hey, are you feeling alright?" You looked over at Jean, who was raising a brow at you. "You

Sorry for an OOC Levi! I hope you will forgive me after you read this!    Levi was known as a flirty, cocky womanizer. His words could charm any girl in an instant, his eyes could make them swoon for hours, and his handsome looks could make anyone, even guys, stare, unable to pry their eyes away.    Right now, the charmer was sitting in a booth in a small, warm café, sipping his coffee and searching for his next lady victim. None of the girls caught his eye, or they were in a relationship, so he kept looking, waiting for someone interesting and gorgeous to enter the café.    Cue you.    Levi's eyes immediately caught your form

Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you, That is how I know you go on You tossed in your bed, groaning. No, you weren't in pain. You were just longing for a certain blonde boy. The expedition was tomorrow, were you not supposed to be worried? The least you could do was spend the night with him, right? What if something happens tomorrow? Oh God, you'd hate yourself for not spending this valuable time with him. And to make it worse, you had purposely been ignoring him the past few days so you wouldn't be so attached to him in case something did happen. You were already close to him, though. You loved him. You quickly threw your legs ov

The passing soldiers turned their head and cocked an eyebrow as they came along the boys’ barracks. What was going on there? Why was it so loud in there? The source of the loud chatter and laughter was Berthold. Blushing he burrowed his head in his hands, hoping that his hands would be able to cover his embarrassment, the only thing that betrayed him though were his sweating armpits, the shirt under them already soaked to the point where it would fill a bucket with his own sweat when he would have squeezed it out. Grabbing his friend’s shoulder, Reiner raised his voice to silence the other soldiers, which were laughing so hard tha

“Come on Dan! We’re going to be late!” You said as you dragged your friend through the street. “__y/n__, we’ve had tickets for weeks, we’ll be fine.” Dan said as you continued pulling him along. “I still want good seats.” You grumbled as Dan forced you to turn around. “__y/n__, calm down. Take deep breaths. We’ll get there on time and we’ll get good seats. Stop worrying and just relax for a minute.” You sighed, but closed your eyes and started taking deep breaths. They were working pretty well until you felt something warm and soft against your lips. Your eyes f

PART TWO: this is a little longer than the first one. I really hope you enjoy this!!! When Rin finished changing into his attires, which consist of a black and red plaid flannel with a grey hood with a white tanktop underneath, black straight-cut jeans being complimented by his black toms. For accessories, he wore a black leather strap bracelet and a black beanie. He noticed you were checking him out once again and walked up to you with a grin, “like what you see baby?” He winked, which caused your face to burst with steam and redness. He chuckled, “you’re so adorable (name). But, let’s get going.” You no

    You smiled, your hand gently caressing the 3 month baby bump as you laid on the couch. It was somewhat noticeable, but it wasn't too big yet. You thought it was cute, and ever since you'd gotten pregnant you'd begun a habit of holding your stomach when you walked.    "I can't wait to see you, little one," You said softly. "You're going to be so cute, and you'll grow up wonderfully." You sighed in contentment, shutting your eyes.    Warm hands gently came down on your shoulders, softly massaging out the stiffness. You grinned, tilting your head back and waiting until a pair of lips met yours.    You kissed your husband back, smiling

Setting up the Christmas tree. A tradition you've been doing since you were a child. You always loved to hang the Christmas ornaments all over the tree. Now, you continued that tradition with your children, who reminded you of yourself when you were little. "Mommy~! Can I hang the bells on the tree?" (D/n) asked you with puppy dog eyes. You handed her the small ornaments and watched as she placed them carefully on the branches of the tree; the bells making a quiet chiming sound. (S/n) was busy helping Makoto wrap the silver tinsel around the large tree but somehow ended up getting himself wrapped in it instead. After an hour or so, you stoo

“Alright yes! In your face!” You cheer loudly as you wave your controller in the air triumphantly. “Who’s number 1? I am! [Name] has just beaten Matt what do you say to that?!” Matt sighs and tosses the controller to the ground, leaning back on the couch and inhaling his cigarette deeply. “Racing games have nothing to do with skill or anything. All you do is button mash and you can easily beat any opponent. So I didn’t really lose.” You pout and cross your arms in front of your chest, crisscrossing your legs on the couch. “You’re just upset I beat you Mr. Master of Games.” Ma

Both you and Mello were working together, surprisingly, to bring down Kira. It all started when you two met at Wammy’s House. You practically grew up with the man, and, to say in the least, you two loathed each other. Sure, you wanted to be friends at first. Keys words being ‘at first.’ But, Mello just shut you down. He always had the upper-hand. He was older. And, essentially, he was better than you. The sarcastic and childish chocolate-lover didn’t know where to stop. He would berate you when you failed and make fun of you when you didn’t. You could always count on him to be there…to kick you down. So, wh

A/N: Major spoiler alert! I usually don't write in spoilers, but this has been on my mind all day. So, no reading if you haven't at least finished chapter 58 of the manga or episode 25 of the anime! Unless you like spoilers. Then go right ahead. Also, this is really sad! I'm sorry if I make you cry, but I cried writing it. So, yeah. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this. You sighed a bit as you sat next to L. The Kira case was getting tiring. You just wanted to catch whoever was killing people. You wanted to be able to pat L on the back and congratulate him on another case well done. You missed doing that. You’ve known L since you wer

Forgotten Melody (Bulgaria x Reader) Requested by my awesome point donator ~LawyerGirl227 (https://www.deviantart.com/lawyergirl227)!   I suggest listening to this for the story because it kinda sums up the feelings I felt while writing it. ‘Opus 23, Marie Antoinette.' A very beautiful song, please be sure to listen to it! It’s worth your time! LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lHMuLuHnBko “Rest easy Mr. Balakov, she’ll be going in for therapy in a few hours. Go ahead and get some rest, ok?” I sighed and waved my hand before turning over to the hospital window ignoring anything else he had to say. . . . “(f/n)! Wait up! I can&rsquo

For the wonderful   w h i s p e r Through rose coloured glasses, the world is dusted in an ethereal glow Moments seemed to pass by faster as days would turn into weeks, then months People would blame it on global warming; or perhaps mistaking it as human error Some would pray, seek medical attention or sell their souls... I think they were afraid. It scared them - and me too. As humans, we’re guilty of liking things that are concrete, like the ocean or a warm bed. Something you could physically grasp and hold on to, with all senses. And, that’s why we struggle at first. Love. - Every time I came close to her, my whole world

"Marco, I hope you don't mind making me the usual.." You walked into the cafe your friend was working at, lightly caressing your temples. Marco looked at you, handing you a [ f/d ] and a smile on his face. He watched as you looked a bit stressed, making him smile even brighter. You looked at him a bit funny. "What?" "You don't usually come here when you feel like it. Your usual visits are usually when you're stressed." He said, smiling. You chuckled as you looked down at your drink. giving it taste. You put your drink down as you looked at him once more, Marco's smile wavering you. "Alright, [ f/n ]. Tell me what's on your mind." You si

Jon Snow let his eyes sweep over the cold wasteland before him. It had been months since he had come here to the Night's Watch, knowing as a bastard child, he had no place in his father, Ned Stark's, land of Winterfell. A shiver slid up his spine and he pulled his fur lined coat closer. No matter what he wore he could never stay warm here, and if he wore more cloth, he would not only be unable to move freely, he would also be laughed out by all the senior members. Glancing up at the sun, he guessed he had about another hour on guard duty before he could return to the barracks and get something warm to eat. His eyes roamed over the pure white

"What are you working on, hm?" "Something…" You nonchalantly said while flicking your paintbrush. The blond had asked you the same question for the third time and you were honestly getting annoyed, despite your patience. "When are you gonna be done? I'm bored…" "Don't you have any missions or anything?" "No. Everyone seems to be free today, hm." You knew he was in the Akatsuki, but you never bothered. You were never interested or involved in their acts. If you could, you wished you didn't have to live under the same roof as one of the members, but you never really had or have a choice. Deidara is your best friend and after

A/N: I've recently gotten back into watching Naruto. It  really surprised me how there aren't many Deidara x reader x Sasori fics. So I decided to write a short DeidaraxReaderxSasori one-shot, although I COULD CONSIDER MAKING IT INTO A STORY. :) So, hope to get your feedback! :) I do not own Naruto. WARNING: Contains mild-swearing and a slightly suggestive ending. Ch. 1: Subject of Art For the umpteenth time of the day, a certain blonde artist sighed as he looked at the clay scattered across his table. It was a quiet day in the Akatsuki hideout, and this bored Deidara to no end. Silence was the only thing heard by the blonde as he sat quie