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"Did you have a nice birthday?" you asked, cuddling against your fiancé Antonio's side on the couch. "Oh, sí," he replied, sliding his iPhone into the new leather case Francis had given him for the occasion. That done, he laid the phone on the coffee table and wrapped his arms around you. "Muchas gracias, Cariño." "All I did was get the party going," you dismissed. "Do you think planning a party for all those friends is easy?" he asked, puling back slightly to look at you. "You did an excellent job, [f/n]." "Thank you," you replied, laying your head on his shoulder. There was a brief pause, then: "Did you like all you

Sweden x Reader – Not Your Wife ______'s eyes scanned the lunch hall carefully, grinning. Now, where was her favourite bunch of misfits…? Ah, there they are! Sitting in the corner of the large room, they were mostly hidden by other people. She took a step towards them and, immediately, her ears were assaulted by a loud voice from behind her. '______!!' A body collided with her back and if she hadn't been already used to this behaviour, she would've fallen over. As it was, she pin wheeled spectacularly but managed to regain balance. 'Allison!' Her best friend laughed at the exclamation and got down, settling for just hugging her f

“You are possibly the laziest bastard I have ever met.” Heracles Karpusi opens his olive-hued eyes idly to meet a pair of (e/c) ones. An indifferent yawn escapes his lips as he struggles to sit up, rubbing at his face tiredly, only to fail and stay laying in the bed like an invalid. The plushness of the pillows and mattress around him begs him to fall back asleep, but a semi-harsh grunt interrupts said desire. “Ngh…hello, (name)…” Heracles mumbles without truly looking at his visitor, instead focusing on stroking the soft fur of one of his many cats that is sharing the bed with him. “What are you do

She knows that the moment she sees the man walking through the door of the inn, nothing will ever be the same. He wears a shabby cloak which looks like it has seen better days, with fraying seams at the bottom and a multitude of small holes speckled across the gray, thin fabric. His hair, a shaggy blond mass that reaches a stubbly chin, frames pale and dirtied cheeks. Bright blue eyes stare ahead impassively - eyes that, if she were to guess, once knew how to laugh - as he steps cautiously across the wooden floor like he fears being assaulted at any moment. The man heads straight for the counter where her father, the innkeeper, counts the da

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or you or much else actually… You breathed in the warm air and enjoyed the sunshine as you took a walk around Rome. You were happy to be able to call the ever beautiful, yet occasionally troublesome, city your home. It had been about four years since you moved to the city in order to attend a college you had been eyeing for quite some time. Four years since you made quite a radical change in your life. It had also been four years since you met a very interesting character... ****** You were shopping for groceries when you saw him. "Him" referred to a rather handsome young man who was purchasing tomato

For the three years you had been dating your Spainish boyfriend Antonio, you have had to come to two terms. One: A relationship takes more effort than you thought. Two: Your boyfriend would always and forever have a better ass than you. It's not like you cared about that, though. No. What bothered you the most was when you would go out with your carefree Spainard and always catch other girls staring. Then the story is always the same. You get angry and lash out at the bitch trying to rape your boyfriend with their eyes, he calms you down, and you end up looking like a fool because you don't follow through with your threat. You now understa

Bang Bang Bang "What the hell is that?" Romano slowly got up from the couch he was having his siesta on and walked to the door. He was just about to open it when- Bang Bang Bang "Lovino! Let me in! I know you took it! Give me my tomato seeds back!" The Italian stopped himself from opening the door and frowned. It was [Name]. Shit. He really didn't want to deal with this right now. He was missing his siesta because of you. Screw it. He would just tell you he didn't know what he was talking about. Hopefully you would buy it and go bug someone else. Lovino sighed and turned the knob, opening the door. 'Lets get this over with.' "What the

A single figure sat lounging in an overstuffed chair in the study. The room was spacious, and very richly furnished. Shelves were full of books; some rows neatly packed while others appeared to have been tossed about in haste. Large maps covered sections of wall, carefully marked and plotted. Exotic flora and plush furniture accented the burgundy walls and frescoed ceiling flawlessly. A magnificent chandelier hung proudly overhead, its many genuine crystals willing to twinkle in the light. If there was light. That was another aspect of this room. It remained dark. Always. The servants of the mansion referred to this room as the master's bro

Author’s Note: Reader-chan is basically Gwen Stacy in this, and this is how (to me at least) The Amazing Spider-Man 2 should have ended. This idea has probably been done before but oops. Oh, and this probably won’t make a lot of sense if you haven’t seen The Amazing Spider-Man 2. You were falling. The thin web that had been holding you up had snapped, and now you were plunging to your imminent death. ‘Just another day in the life of Spider-Man’s girlfriend.’ You thought bitterly. You loved Peter, really you did, but you wished he would hurry up and save you. The ground was coming increasingly closer, and

"Oh my gosh. ____! Look there!" (Insert colour) eyes wandered to the direction your friend, Belle, was pointing to. You stopped dead in your tracks at the scene that held out before you. There stood your ten-month long boyfriend, Antonio Carriedo, who was also the new foreign exchange student. He wasn't alone, yet not accompanied by his two friends, Gilbert and Francis. Instead, he was trapped in between five giggling girls, begging him for his attention. It wasn't that much of a surprise though; he was new, gorgeous, had a delicious Spanish accent and to top it off, possessed a contagiously cheerful personality. However a major flaw in th