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As she was getting off the meeting, (Y/N) cracked all the bones in her body. Literately. Everyone looked at her in complete shock and horror. “What? Did I already made a point that I’m really old?” She said kind of annoyed of the amount of times some of the countries asked her if she was really older than China or even older than Prussia. Everybody almost seemingly coughed into their fists all at the same time. Well, almost everybody. England and Spain seemed to be looking at her with adoration, Greece continued with his deep slumber and both Netherlands and Sweden desired to have a stare down with the iconic nation. With

“Would you all just shut up dudes? You are all being so uncool! The hero needs to talk!” America’s loud voice echoed throughout the room where the world conference was being held in. “You bloody git! No one cares about what you have to say so just listen to us and behave yourself!” The British accent that belonged to England made itself be noticed along with background noise that spread through all the space where all the countries were. “Calm down England. You are not very gentlemanly, unlike moi! Ohonhonhonhon~~!” France brushed his hair pass his shoulders as he said this. There was a certain Germa

    "Perfect."    From the warm, delicate glow of the sultry, red candles to the rich, tantalizing aroma of the many entrees arranged on the small, circular dinner table, it was as you had murmured proudly to yourself. Everything was perfect until three quick rings from your phone ruined your evening.    "Hey, [Y/N]," Aomine drawled into his cellphone lethargically with an unenthusiastic yawn at the end. "I'm going to be a little late coming home. I need to finish some paperwork, and it's probably going to take me a little while."    Immediately, you responded with disbelief. "What? But you promised you would come home early today, Daiki!

    Aomine always insisted that he wasn't a warm person, not that many people would say otherwise.    Although many of his close friends (or "acquaintances", as he prefers to call them) knew the blue-haired male since they were students at Teiko Junior High, it was undeniable exactly how much Aomine had changed since entering high school. His eager rambunctiousness had drained away, replaced with a lazy, apathetic mask, his passion for life had faded, quashed by a droll disdain for his daily routine, and, most importantly, his warmth that he had offered his friends had metamorphosed into a twisted hostility. Before you had met him, Aomine h

The delicious smell of freshly brewed, hot coffee tickled her nostrils and she lazily opened her eyes in search of its source. A massive cup full to the rim with liquid energy hovered right in front of her face, filling her vision. She wrapped her fingers through the handle and relished in the comforting warmth against her palms. The tiniest of smiles crawled to her lips and she looked up to meet the gaze of her benefactor. Tobio was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intensely at her as she brought the cup to her lips. The view of her smile widening into an utterly satisfied grin at the taste of his hand-brewed coffee seemed to work; h

Every morning you had a routine. Your alarm goes off at 7:05 which you would promptly shut off and sleep for another twenty minutes. You then force your brain to begin function as you drag yourself out of bed and head to the bathroom for your personal hygiene routine. After that you get dressed and head to your kitchen for a quick breakfast before heading out the door at 7:52 like clockwork. Yet today none of those things have happened. No alarm has gone off. No sleepy feet have shuffled to the bathroom. No outfit has been hurriedly put on. And definitely no one has left the house. Rather, you find yourself still in bed, still happily

The morning was serene. Puffs of white gently floated from smokey skies and blanketed the ground below; the frigid air squeezed through cracks in the windowpanes, holding a nostalgic and unique scent. Winter was not entirely un-welcomed, but warmth and comfort were much more so. Snuggled within a blanket with a cup of hot cocoa with whipped cream,  your lover's legs bestrode you. Quietude was often a rarity when living with a man like Tendou Satori. So very sweet in the very depths of his core, the rest of him was a high-functioning sociopath of energy. Always something to say, always suffering from restlessness... it was a miracle the lank

tachibana makoto x f!reader warning: mentions of self harm and suicide, profanity soulmate au (matching tattoos) -/- no matter how much you want it, there will always be flaws in this fucked up system -/- 1. The first time you see him, you're walking down the street. He's walking side by side with another boy with black hair, examining small charms of an orca and a dolphin, respectively. You pass each other without a second thought. -/- 2. The second time you see him, it's the first day of your first year in middle school. He sits next to you and shoots you a smile so sweet you can feel your teeth rotting. You're uncomfortable but