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Get ready for some serious fluffiness!    "Ladies and Gentlemen, grab your bucks, it's time to line up to dance with the bride and the groom! $2 per dance, come right on up!" The DJ announced cheerily.    Erwin laughed as his mother pulled him aside and handed him two dollars, getting in on the first dance as the lights turned low. In turn, his dad bowed to me and paid his fare for my first dance as the music started up. The lights turned and twisted to the beat of the song. [Yay for Upbeat Music!]    Mr. Smith -wait, no... Dad now, I smiled at the thought - took my hand gently and started to sway.    "You look amazing (F/n)." He smiled

Perhaps I’m too much. I’m constantly speaking to him, asking him about his day, even if I know it’s the same routine every single time. I’m asking what he’d like to eat for dinner, where he’d like to go for the weekend, how he has been feeling. I’m asking everything. His answers are always as precise as his posture. But much, much shorter. His name is Ludwig. He is special to me. I don’t think he knows that yet. We met a while ago, in high school. We were in a few of the same classes. He was noted for his perfect marks, attendance and behavior in general-- I was noted for the complete opposi

    You shivered slightly. In your half-asleep state, you were determined to pull the blanket up around you before you woke up from the cold air that touched your exposed stomach. You moved your arm to grab the blanket before you realized that you were unable to. You were suddenly aware of an arm holding you tightly. Cracking your (e/c) eyes open, you groaned slightly.    "Berwald, could you please pull the blanket up higher?" You asked, snuggling deeper into your husband's embrace in search of some warmth. When he didn't reply, your half-asleep mind realized that he was still deep in slumber.    You glanced up at the man's tired face. Wi

           Wow, that’s a weird selfie. You scroll through your news feed on Instagram, smiling at all of Al’s selfies.            Even though you couldn’t hear all your friends, or the world around you, you could tell their personalities by their pictures on Instagram. Francis was full of himself, taking gorgeous pictures of himself and photo shopping them so he could look even more beautiful. Arthur liked to take picture of himself watching Doctor Who and Sherlock, and of his awful cooking. Alfred loved taking pictures of himself eating hamburgers and drinking his beloved milkshakes from McDonald’s. He also posted p

Spain X Reader Hit Me You kick the ball between your feet. You look up at your boyfriend Antonio. He is crouching in front of a soccer net, wearing gloves with his hands out ready to catch the ball. He is smirking. That smirk makes your competitive nature flare up. You charge forward then kick it with all your might. The ball flies through the air and Antonio tenses up ready to block it. He is surprised when the ball hits him right in the face and knocks him to the ground. “TONI!” you cry You run to him and drop to your knees beside him. His face is red and there are lines from the ball. He groans and opens his eyes. “Y

It was funny, really, how much significance this little watch had. Everyone had one—everyone was born with one. They came in a variety of shapes and colours and patterns; no two watches were the same. Specific to each person’s interests and tastes, you could see what kind of a person someone was simply by glancing at the little timekeeping device wrapped around their wrist. Bright colours and smiley faces were obviously the mark of a cheerful person, while darker colours and more obscure patterns depicted a person with a bit more mystery to them. It really all depended. And there were legends that surrounded these watches, oh y

Clair De Lune : Netherlands x Reader: If there is one thing that (Name) finds endearing about her beloved is his unrelenting diligence and stubborn character. Abel Van Mogens isn’t quite an easy man to fall into a romantic commitment; although his handsome appearance is nothing short of charming, there is an awkward air of stillness that proves overwhelming for any woman to stay in. To the unfortunate souls that dare cross his domain, he keeps himself shut, as if he deems them unworthy in his presence. He isn’t expressive and rarely speaks—much less affectionate words that any woman would enjoy listening from a man—un

People feared you. Though, what was not to fear? With how excited and arrogant the taps of your feet resounded against the old-fashioned, wooden floor in a way as if warning anyone who dare stay in the pub to surrender? With how you all giggled and tittered in a way that would have been considered innocent if not in such an unusual scenery? With how only four ‘humans’ could cause such worry and doubt to all who was nearby? People feared you, the alcoholic idiots. “Hey! Frau, give us your finest beer! We have a celebration to get drunk from!” Prussia exclaimed with his signature smirk. His strut was incredibly cocky

Bright blue eyes watched you and his little Canadian son, sitting contently in your lap, laughing and giggling. Oh, how it irritated Francis Bonnefoy. Don't misunderstand, Francis loved Matthew to death; after all, those wide, violet eyes, wavy blond locks, and that toothy childish grin were priceless. Top it all off with a shy and forgiving personality, and you had an A+ child on your hands. The one problem was that dear, sweet Matthew was currently getting all of your attention when Franis planned to spend the day together, just you and him. And, to be ignored by his mon amour pissed the Frenchman off more than anything else. In fact, wh

Scotland x Reader Give Me Love songfic One month.  It has been one month since he saw you.  It's been one month since he ran his fingers through your silky (h/c) hair.  It's been one month since he's felt your soft, plump lips against his.  It's been one month since he felt your perfect body against his.  It's been one month since he's said, "I love you." Give me love like her, 'Cause lately I've been waking up alone, Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt, Told you I'd let them go, And that I'll fight my corner, Maybe tonight I'll call ya, After my blood turns into alcohol, No, I j

"How cliche." (Y/N) mumbled resting her head in her hand as she gazed out the window at the grey sky. "What was that, (Y/N)?" Matthew asked quietly, his eyes still red from crying. "Nothing. He was always a pretty dramatic when it came to everything; I shouldn't be surprised that he would want this to be as theatrical as possible." The blonde said nothing as he and (Y/N) sat silently in the back of the black Cadillac. He couldn't help but stare at the woman, adorned in all black. She looked completely broken but not in the way anyone expected her to be. In fact she had yet to show any emotion today. Matthew figured the shock was still fres

 'Vell, here's a place I never thought I'd be.'  Prussia thought to himself. He stared down the daunting, brightly lit sign that had been on commercials for a long time now...the one with that cheesy saying,  'Every kiss begins with K~' . And he'd be damned if he couldn't find a ring as awesome as him...or you at the very least. Prussia swallowed a thick lump in his throat, finding himself unable to move his legs. Suddenly, a hand clapped onto his back, startling him to say the least. He spun around, intending to give a sound thrashing to whomever had hit the awesomeness that was Prussia, only to find a young man giving him a sheepish smi

    A loud beeping sound filled your ears and you groaned in protest. You cracked open one eye and tried to turn around to glare at the alarm clock on your side, however, a tight grip around your waist tightened even more as Ivan made a noise of discontentment.    "Turn off the alarm clock подсолнечник, before I break it." Your Russian husband said, nuzzling his large nose on your head.    "I can't. You're holding me too tightly." You muttered in return. Ivan sighed and one arm disappeared as he reached for something under his pillow. He pulled out his pipe and reache

You were standing at your locker getting your books and chatting with Elizaveta when – “I want us to get married!” You blinked repeatedly trying to comprehend what Nikolai had just said. Elizaveta was trying not to laugh, pressing a hand to her lips. Meanwhile, your face darkened continuously into deeper shades of red. “I’ll leave you two alone,” she snickered before leaving for her next class. Once she rounded the corner, her boisterous laugh echoed through the hallways, barely reaching your ears due to your confused and shocked state. “W-what?!” you blurted. Nikolai’s face was comple

Truth Nobody!Norway x Popular!Reader ~'Rumours' in Norge's POV~ The Norwegian's navy blue gaze swept across the large room, searching for that familiar shade of hair colour you, the famous [Name], held. Once he finally found you animatedly talking with your friends at your usual cafeteria table, he simply turned the other way and found a lonesome seat at an abandoned table, as usual. He didn't have the guts to tell you he was going to be your violin tutor, like his teacher requested of him. He was shy but he also had learnt with time to rely on no one else than himself. His own brother Emil, who was actually a year younger than him and also

You were standing in the kitchen, pouring yourself and Steve a cup of tea. You had known each other for almost three year now. He had come to live in the same building – right above you – after the Battle of New York. You had become friends after the first year and after the second year you had even become best friends. There had however never been anything romantic between you. When you first met you had already had a boyfriend and for the last couple of months Steve had also finally started seeing someone. Or at least, that was what he told you. You had never actually met the lucky girl. There had only been that one night, sev

Get ready for some serious fluffiness!    "Ladies and Gentlemen, grab your bucks, it's time to line up to dance with the bride and the groom! $2 per dance, come right on up!" The DJ announced cheerily.    Erwin laughed as his mother pulled him aside and handed him two dollars, getting in on the first dance as the lights turned low. In turn, his dad bowed to me and paid his fare for my first dance as the music started up. The lights turned and twisted to the beat of the song. [Yay for Upbeat Music!]    Mr. Smith -wait, no... Dad now, I smiled at the thought - took my hand gently and started to sway.    "You look amazing (F/n)." He smiled

I'm warning you now, you might want a tissue box near by. “Hey, is anyone sitting here?” you ask the cute Asian boy, indicating to the empty seat at the lab table. He looks up at you and smiles politely, “No, it’s all yours.” You find yourself smiling back, “Thanks,” you say as you set your backpack on the ground and take a seat. The professor soon walks into the room and promptly begins class.  “Alright, everyone, welcome to the lab portion of Biology 240.  You may want to start getting to know the person sitting next to you, as they are going to be your lab partner for the rest o