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"Oi, (Name)." You spun around and saw your very handsome teacher (and boyfriend) walking towards you. "Mm, what's wrong Sensei?" You always remembered to call him 'sensei' when you were in school so as not to raise attention. "Did you have fun this weekend?" You nodded. You had thought of an ingenious idea to go pick apples with Sousuke for Thanksgiving. You ended up getting 10 bags full of the juicy fruit. "Well, I need you to do me a favour..." He motioned for you to follow him. You ended up in his classroom. "What's up?" You asked as you sat on top of his desk. He looked a bit... Flustered, you could say. "I-I have a... Err... Problem."

The metro train came to a light screeching, slow halt as it arrived to (Name’s) stop. (Name) quickly hopped onto the car to escape the brisk cold that was funneling into the grey dingy station. Letting out a huff and allowing herself to shiver lightly to take in the slight warmth of the car the (h/c) took her seat slightly away from the sliding doors. It was one of the cold weather days where she wished that she could take her car all the way to her college campus but traffic was horrendous at the time she had to arrive there. Not to mention she didn't make enough at her part-time to pay for the gas. Until she actually moved into the me

10 Signs You've Been In A Relationship Forever 1. You take non-romantic showers.     As the sun rose, Lovino sat up lazily, yawned, and stretched out his muscles before dragging himself up and out of bed. As he did this, he heard the faint sound of bare footsteps against the tiled floor in the bathroom, which could only mean one thing.     (Name) was getting ready for her morning shower.     Come to think of it, he needed a shower, too. He was so occupied with work that he had forgotten to shower the night before.     And so, as he scratched an irritating itch on his back, he made his way to the bathroom and opened the door to find (Nam

There were days when you felt like you were the luckiest girl in the world. But there were other days when you felt like the world decided to make your life a living hell. Today was unfortunately one of those days. THUD! "Ouch!" you cried out in pain as you accidentally rolled off of your bed and beautifully faceplanted. Oh, don't you just love the taste of has-not-been-cleaned-in-a-month floor mixed with blood in your mouth in the morning? You groaned and struggled to get up on your feet. "What the hell…? Wha…What time is it…?" Groggily, you staggered a few steps toward your nightstand, bent down to squint, and read the br

Reader x Hetalia – The Miracle of the 11:11 Wish!  Intro ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PLEASE READ!  This is an Intro!!  So there will hopefully be others to follow.  Ok, I’m always staying up late and I find myself making a wish at the 11:11pm mark.  Thinking to myself I had an idea for a probably big series with a lot of the hetalia characters.  I will be doing the characters I know well first before I get to the characters I don’t know too well.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was currently 11pm and the f

  "Hey, Ludwig?"   "Yes, vhat is it, _____?"   "How do you say 'I love you' in German?" you asked curiously.   For the most oddest reason a faint blush coated Ludwig's cheeks as he cleared his throat.   "Vhy ask, _____?" Ludwig questioned. "Are you planning to confess to someone?"   A noticeable blush spread across your cheeks as you averted your eyes from Ludwig's baby blue ones. "Maybeee…" you said, drawing out the 'e' as you fiddled with your fingers.   A flicker of jealousy flashed across Ludwig's face, but he hid it as your eyes landed on his once again. &#

She held an aquamarine crayon in between her chubby little fingers Her small hand swallowed it A glow enveloped her cyan eyes, like firecrackers on the Fourth of July She scribbled wildly, with no direction She held a marigold pencil in between her slim fingers- no longer chubby, but she thought they were Her collarbones smiled through her skin, even though she did not But she still doodled, eating her mistakes She held a ballpoint pen in between her brittle bones- they were supposed to be fingers Her ribcage protruded like shelves at the market, however held no food: only pain But she still drew, and devoured the ink She was a starving a