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Smoking Break: 2p!France X Reader
There he was, his grey-blond hair messily floating above his shoulders, his silvery purple eyes staring lazily out into the rain. You watched from your office window, seeing a gray trail of smoke float by. Today was the day you decided to talk to him, but you needed a good excuse. Pulling open your desk drawer, a pack of camel cigarettes lay there, the dessert animal staring back at you. You opened the box, holding a cigarette between your fingers. You had never smoked before, but it looked relatively simple. All you needed now was a lighter, the perfect conversation starter.
The elevator gladly lowered you to your destination, pinging as you reached the floor level. There sat your crush, a total mystery until now. You had never seen him so close. As you pushed open the door, he turned around, making your heart skip a beat. Offering a shaky, “hello.” You sat down on a bench near him, but not too close, and started fiddling with the box. You feigned surprise as you checked y
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Waking Up With You: Mituna X Reader
    As you slowly wake, you hear footsteps racing down the hall, away from you. Sitting up, you rubbed your temples. The time was five freaking thirty in the morning, and the night before had been a late one. You were even still in your work clothes. Noting Mituna’s absence, you went to go search for him, reaching for the handle of the door, but something was wrong. You could see a black smudge of the side of your hand. Flipping your hand over, a brown mess of smeared marker tainted your skin.
    Rushing to the bathroom, you parted your messy bedhead to reveal the entirety of your face.  It was a masterpiece covered in sharpies of various colors, but the most prominent feature was across your forehead, ‘Mituna’ in bright yellow wording. Suddenly, from behind, you heard suppressed chuckling. As you turned around, two eyes, shaded by red and blue glass met your gaze and quickly disappeared into the window lit hallway.
 
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Waking Up With You: Meenah X Reader
You awoke, shivering slightly. The warmth of your blanket was gone, leaving you curled up, desperately clinging to the bed sheets for warmth. Finally deciding to take action, you sit up, wiping your sand crusted eyes. The clock flashed four, teasing you with unreachable sleep. Groaning, you turned over, finding the source of your problem, your matespirit Meenah Peixes. All of the covers were wrapped around her; she looked like a burrito or a cacoon. Hopefully, your feisty butterfly wouldn't kill you when you took the covers back.
Scootching over, you grabbed the edge of the sheets, and with a yank, returned to your sleeping position, returning contently to slumber. Little did you know, this had woken up Meenah, who muttered to herself as she woke,
"What the shell?"
She looked over at you and how you had begun to take all of the covers. One of her toned gray legs was hanging out in the cold. She rolled over, taking some of the sheets with her, but you responded, taking more. The two of
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Impress You (Muffet X Reader)
Beep Beep Beep Beep
You blindly smacked your hand around your bedside table, attempting to cease the repetitive monotony of your alarm clock, face still buried deep in pillow fluff and covers. Finally, you wobbled out of bed and into the bathroom for a quick shower and brushed your teeth. Pulling on a rubber, black work boot you sigh out,
"Another day, another dollar."
Pushing your door open, you begin your walk to the construction cite. Taking in the fresh smell of morning, you looked at your fellow pedestrians. Ladies and men in slick black suits, chattering on cell phones, groups of monsters talking and laughing as they walked down the street, and cute couples holding hands were just some of the people lining the sidewalk today. Finally, you black boots led you to your destination. A purple hard hat stood out among the crowd. Coming closer, you stopped suddenly, awe overcoming you. Before you was a beautiful purple spider monster, holding a purple clipboard and tapping impati
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4/13/17 (John X Reader)
John awoke bright and early, an excited smile creeping across his face as his consciousness was returned to him from deep, dreamy sleep. Eagerly, he flipped over, resting on his elbow, stating,
 
“Hey (Y/N), guess what day it is?”
 
But right after he said this, he realized you were nowhere in his foggy, glasses-less view. Actually, beyond the creamy colored bedsheets, all he saw was a sea of rainbow. Grabbing his glasses from the nearby nightstand, he realized the objects littering his floor were balloons. He chuckled at the sight, knowing it had to be you who did this. It was so like you to go above and beyond on his special day. Wading to the window through the mass of festivity, John tugged on the handle, but it did not give way. He found a note taped to the door, and on it was written,
 
Hey, John! I have a big birthday surprise for you! But first, you should pop the balloons! I hid the key in one of them. Good luck!
 
John stomped hi
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Waking Up With You: John X Reader
As the sun rose, your sleeping figure shifted slightly. Humming, your eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light relatively quickly. A faint song carried across the air, reaching your open ears, inspiring curiosity in you. Swinging your legs over the side of the cushy mattress, draped in silky soft covers. The side of the bed you didn’t occupy was slightly disheveled, and the glasses that usually sat on the table adjacent to the bed at this time of morning were missing.
 
Creeping down the hallway, you followed the source of the melodic, alluring sound. It tempted you, and pulled you closer. Stepping into the study, you spied a yellow set of royal pajamas. Masculine hands navigated the black and white keys, playing a familiar tune. You simply stood in the doorway and watched. Your lips curved into a content smile as you watched John pour his heart out, letting out a love-struck sigh.
 
Hearing this John turned to you, jumping at the unexpected noise, but soon his tense
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Crashing (N.Italy X Suicidal!Reader)
The water lapped below you, slapping violently at the rocks, crushing the bubbles of foam that clung to the surface desperately. The pointed tips of the crags reflected the sunlight harshly into your unguarded irises, increasing their size. You looked out over the cove as a leaf fell, fluttering down in glittering lush green, only to be ripped apart by the cruel current, swirling and lashing at the world. The salt spray wet your face, joining the sea of salty tears that had fallen there. You had cried so much; you had run dry, only sticky salt stuck to your face now. This was your most hated place in the world. You came here almost every day.
 
As words echoed in your mind, they willed you to step closer. Loser. Nobody. Freak. WHY DO YOU EXIST?
 
Kill your self
 
These words were screamed at you on the daily, either by the class bully, or sometimes, yourself. Looking in the mirror, you only saw the jeers of others, ugly, fat, disgusting, and o
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Prisoner of Love #2 (2p!America X Reader)
“Allen? You look terrible!”
 
Said a startled looking Brit in his doorway, looking at a dirty, rough looking American on his porch. Rain fell from the sky now, washing away a lone tearstain from Allen’s cheek. Pushing past the pastel pastry-chef, Allen only offered a curt,
 
“(Y/N) threw my bat into the woods.”
 
He knew the map of the house, navigating to his guest room. Allen slammed the suitcase down on the bed, popping it open. The suitcase cradled a letter in the messily, hastily folded clothes. It dictated,
 
 
Allen,
 
I love you, I really do, but I need more reliability in our relationship. I need to know that I can count on you, rely on you. I want to start a family someday Allen. How would I explain that you got arrested to our kids? I just need some time to consider where this relationship is going. Maybe we should see other people, but I really don’t know for sure. I just can’t deal wit
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Jealousy (Jealous!Sans X Reader)
“Aww! You’re so cute!”
 
You cooed at the slobbery little pup, with its pink tongue bouncing as it panted, flicking little puddles of slobber into your face. Giggling, you rubbed the white fluff balls belly, breaking into laughter as its tail wagged back in forth in high speed. Unimpressed and tires, Sans watched his girlfriend, you, obsess over Snowpoff, the puppy you had adopted. Ever since you had taken that thing home, it hasn’t left your side, getting all of your attention. More importantly, getting the attention that used to be his. Sans groaned as he sat up from his lying position. Time to get proactive. On the table, Sans found one of Snowpoff’s toys, and an idea struck him.
 
Sans walked over to you and the dog and began to wave the blue, bone shaped chew toy in front of the dogs face. Snowpoff drooled at the sight, yipping in excitement as Sans chucked the bone into the kitchen, watching as the mutt used his stubby legs to dash after it
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Make Her a Member of the Midnight Crew Pt.5
Lunging forward, adrenaline pumping, heart racing, your fist flew at Crowbar’s form. He turned sideways, feeling the slight breeze your fist created.
 
>Agress
 
Throwing your mind into combat mode, you rushed at him, pushing him farther and farther back. Your fists moved so fast they were almost invisible. Your focus blurred everything but Crowbar, but that had it’s down side as well. Doze had knocked over his chair right in front of your feet, sending you falling to the floor. It wasn’t long before Crowbar had you pinned against a wall, before suddenly releasing for an unknown reason, just standing there. He would’ve won, if he had just held his gun to your head then and there. Why did he stop?
 
“Why aren’t you fighting back?”
 
He looked at you, guilty and hesitant, sadly stating.
 
“I can’t hit a lady.”
 
You admired his chivalry, but you were not a force to be
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Waking Up With You: Psiioniic X Reader
Stirring softly, your rubbed your eyes, cleaning out the sand of pleasant slumber. Stretching your arms up to the ceiling covered in gridded light from the shuttered windows, you greeted the day with a warm smile. Beside you, you felt known warmth, but a slight trembling alerted you that something wasn’t right. Looking over, you saw your matespirit Psiioniic, twisting his face in expression, moving his lips to speak; however, the only noise he made was pitiful groans. Lifting your hand, you gently stroked the side of his face, shushing him gently.
 
“Shhh, its ok Psii. Its just a dream silly.”
 
Although your goal was to comfort him, his face paled at your voice and touch. Finally, something audible passed from his vocal chords.
 
“(Y/N)?”
 
Suddenly, your entire body defied gravity, slamming against the ceiling. Blue and red sparks surrounded you, a small bolt or two braking off searing your bare arms and legs. Psiioniic’s blue a
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Prisoner of Love #1 (2p!America X Reader)
The TV gave light to the otherwise shadowy house. Blankets hid your body, curled around a bowl of your favorite flavor of popcorn. With a content, dazed smile you casually watched a movie you had rented, sometimes flicking a piece or two of popcorn into your mouth. A feeling of tranquility and quiet contentedness washed over you as your eyes began getting heavier. Lids fluttering shut, the world began to cloud around you, until a sharp ringing startled you back to life. In your moment of panic, the bowl of popcorn tipped to the ground, covering your floor in tiny clouds of starch. Growling to yourself, you checked the caller ID on your TV.
 
Stringing the digits together in your mind, you identified it as your county police station. With a groan, you started to dig through the pile of crap on your counter, searching for your silver car keys, not even bothering to answer the phone. The predictable message rang through the speaker to your numb ears, focused on locating the jangling
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I'm Loving It (America X Reader)
An order ticket was slid across the counter to the drive through window, your workstation. Brushing off the grease on your apron, you squinted at the rushed writing to make sure you were reading it correctly. Turning around, you met the snickering face of the manager, counting a stack of bills. Skeptical, you asked,
 
“Sir, did this man really order ten Big Macs?”
 
Your manager simply cackled back, running finger across the dough like a stack of playing cards,
 
“And McNuggets on the side!”
 
Your boss simply sauntered off, leaving you confused and slightly concerned. A veteran employee noticed your dilemma and attempted to help you,
 
“You must be new here.”
 
You nodded quickly.
 
“We have a regular, Alfred Jones, he usually buys out half of our stock each week. It’s nothing to worry about, it’s just his style.”
 
Your coworker looked around suspiciously before leaning in and whisperi
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Make Her a Member of the Midnight Crew Pt.4
You ducked into a corner, planning your attack. Doze was slow, probably near the back, so you would need to get to the back of the fray without drawing attention. A nearby vent called your name, beckoning you to pull the metal guard from the wall and begin crawling forward through the area. The metal was cold and slightly damp.
 
The tight squeeze was dark, but it carried voices well. You could hear new voices talking, tones and intonations foreign to you. It was faint, but you heard a feminine voice giving orders. There was only one person that could be. Carefully silent, you pressed your ear to the bottom of the crawlspace.
 
“Doze, stay guard by the door. Don’t let the four of them escape.”
 
You smirked happily. There was one special person none of them were counting on. On your hands and knees, you continued skulking to the front of the building.
 
~Time Skip~
 
Light peeked out of the small slits cut in the metal, lighting shreds
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Cute Suits You (Gamzee X Reader)
“Almost done, (Y/N). Ready to see your wicked face paint?”
“Aw yeah! This is gonna be tight!”
 
You bottled up your excitement to avoid accidentally messing up Gamzee’s work. Your fingers excitedly tapped on the wooden chair you were comfortably sitting in. Gamzee stuck out his tongue as he focused on creating his masterpiece on your face, as per your request. His face paint had always been a distinguishing feature you loved in his style. It always looked so epic! It intimidated people who didn’t know him, but it honestly added to his goofy juggalo persona everyone knew and loved.
 
“A’ight lil momma, how is it?”
 
The results rendered you speechless, but not for the reason you were expecting. A cute red dot covered your nose, and a faint, rosy redness was painted on your cheeks. Your face held the same white base of Gamzee’s, but it was so … cute! This was not the desired epic look you were hoping for.
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Miracles (Gamzee X Hospitalized!Reader)
“It would take a miracle…”
 
The doctor said, solemnly staring at the floor. Two indigo tears fell to the sterile, tiled floor, tiny remnants dispersing across the smooth beige floor. Gamzee fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands, feeling as the weight of the world fell on his shoulder, pushing him farther down into the spiraling hole of hell he was experiencing.
 
Sadness.
 
A burning feeling welled up in him, clouding his vision. He could feel the world falling away around him, as rage consumed his mind. It was their fault, the doctors; they couldn’t help you like they should. It was his fault, the man that hit your car; he should’ve been paying attention. It was its fault, the car, its airbag didn’t deploy; the company should’ve made it better. All of them were at fault.
 
They needed to pay.
 
Some one needed to PAY.
 
Anger.
 
As he started to lose control, a familiar touch tugged him bac
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Unladylike (Pirate! Hetalia x Modern! Reader)

Unladylike (Pirate! Hetalia x Modern! Reader
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Prologue


The blazing sun beat down its hot rays over the large mob of students on the beach. You were one of them, and you did not like it at all. The teachers were apparently waiting for the clock to strike eleven, just like what the schedule had said for you all to arrive. Who knew that there would be no traffic at all that the bus arrived so early at the beach? Everyone. Who would be stupid enough to go to the beach in soaring temperatures like this?
You were surrounded by your friends whose body heat were mingling together with surrounding bodies like hot rocks. The black lensed sunglasses resting on your head were flicked over your eyes to hide the sun's awful midday glare. Your clothes stuck to your skin like paper mache, the sweat seeming to never stop exiting your pores. 
"Oh my god. What time is it?" you moaned, your friend next to you
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Blemished
Scotland x Reader
“Ah dinnae ken.”
As soon as the Earl Kirkland’s Scottish accent becomes apparent, there was no telling when his rage, or annoyance in the current issue, would subside. Oftenly, household members ignore the lord until it was safe for them to engage in a conversation.
“Ah brother, surely, you must know.” The second eldest among the Kirkland siblings, Seamus, insisted in extracting information.
He popped a vein.
“I said I do not know. Bogger off will ye.”
His reply only raised some speculative notions among the two other siblings. Thinking about it, he had paid for the dowry of the banker’s daughter. And in a day now, he will be a married man. Surely, he must know.
Know what exactly?
And since when did his brothers give a modicum of concern to him? They were rivals. All of them.
“Wheesht!” Alistair’s brothers were pestering him. The scot was a churlish company and irascible in n
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False Pretence
England x reader I
Chapter 1
“Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her. But once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.”
Voltaire
Jealousy had jaundiced his judgement.
   ____ retained the memory of his expression as he glared at her of doubt and suspicion, lashed at her with contempt, and almost raised a hand at her. Arthur Kirkland is a gentleman. She was grateful his chivalric conduct had anchored him down before he could slap her and tarnish both their dignities. The bloodshot look on his face as his hand hovered just mere inches from her own face crushed her heart.
   And he retreated to the confines of the guest room where he decided to settle down. Horrified of that night’s occurrence, the following days were spent in a forlorn approach and tear-brimmed eyes.  She was grief-stricken.
   Never did they have the ch
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Denmark x Pregnant!Reader: Little One
She snuggled into his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. Her body fit into his form with his arms surrounding her figure. She closed her (e/c) eyes, lulled by the rhythm.
Mathias moved into a more comfortable position on the living room couch, originally he had been sitting with his wife on his lap, but he decided to lay down after seeing her closing her eyes. His grip grew stronger, careful not to let her fall to the ground. He kissed her forehead, her eyes fluttering back open from the action.
"Hej." Mathias pecked her nose. (Y/n) let out a small chuckle and met his lips in a sweet kiss.
"Hi." She attempted to wiggle out of his grip, but it was nearly impossible. Mathias only tightened his arms around her. "Stay?" He spoke with a pleading tone, using the puppy-eyed look. Sighing, she relaxed and smiled into his chest.
"How are you?" Mathias ran his hands through her silken (h/c) locks, relishing the feeling.
"Fine. She kicked a little bit today." Her husband opened his mou
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Sans X Reader: Cat Videos
Notes: No real reason for this, lol.
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You sat on your couch watching some cat videos on YouTube. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on, so you just sat and watched the screen. After the video was done you closed your laptop and stretched.
"Hey kiddo," a deep, tired voice said. You jumped and fell off the couch. You looked up and saw Sans laughing hysterically. 
"Sans?! What are you doing here!?" You yelled to the short skeleton.
He stopped laughing and looked down at you, before using his magic to lift you up and put you on your feet with his magic. "Sorry kiddo, just thought I'd drop and say hi. Paps and Undyne are probably burning my house down anyway so..."
You sighed and sat on the couch. "Well you don't have to be a creep about it. I have a door y'know." You scolded at Sans.
"I know," he sat down next to you as you got your laptop and opened it before typing something into the search bar. Sans watched over your shoulder as you opened one of the videos, yet another cat o
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~Prologue~ 2p!England x Reader Masqueraded Meeting
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(A/n) - I’ve been looking forward to this story, I hope most of you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Finally I’ve done what I should certainly do for each of my future stories… a chapter plan and character base, I can already tell this will help me a lot. Anyways enough of my rambling, on with the story.
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The room was filled with vibrant colours. Everywhere I looked extravagant skirts swayed and intricately adorned masks flashed, the faces of people obscured by my own domino. It was truly a grand masquerade, I smiled gleefully at the many people dancing in the large room. The tall pillars supporting the elaborate ceiling were ornately decorated in red to complement the family crest’s white and gold. Multiple candelabra were placed around the hall, the individual candles giving the ballroom a flaxen gleam. Couples danced in sync to the walt
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Daddy Kink! 2p England x Chubby Reader
Strawberry Shortcake
Daddy Kink! 2p England x Chubby Reader

~Warning: Contains sexual themes and DD/LG ~
 
It was finally the end of the day as Oliver began to close the shop. He owned a bakery and it has began to become fairly popular, making him extremely busy baking sweets and cakes to keep in stock. Unfortunately, all of this caused him to lose time with his precious (Y/N).
With a content sigh, he made his way down the street to his house where she would always be eagerly waiting for him at the door. He chuckled to himself at the thought of the hyper and overactive girl. The way her (h/c) hair would always be put up in hair bows and clips or the way her stockings would be wrapped around those delicious thick thighs.
His mind began to wander with thoughts of her until he finally made it to the front door. He put the key into the lock and opened the door with a big smile on his face, "Princess, I am home!" he cal
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Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader| 1
Beauty and the beast |Mafia! Romano x reader|
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Translations in the description. Please excuse the Italian. 
You couldn't go back to that bench. 
There had to be some other way- you weren't going to sleep on that, especially when it was located in a park right behind a nightclub. Deciding to give up on that option, you sucked it up and continued to walk aimlessly on the streets. As you slowly walked past the many shops and restaurants, they all seemed to be much more enticing than you had remembered. 
Too bad you didn't have any money. 
"Now that I'm kicked out, where the hell am I supposed to go now?" you grumbled under your breath, infuriated eyes narrowed and darting in all directions. Each step you took took a toll on you, they managed to boot everyone out without providing any lunch, so basically you were lost and weak from lack of food. The contents inside of your shoulder bag clinked in a cons
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Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| 23
Mi amor |Yandere! Spain X reader| 23
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It was a crisp new morning, it was a cool temperature of thirteen; the chilling breeze blowing in though the large balcony window gap and made the ruffles of the light curtains wave. Despite the outside, you were kept warm from Antonio's body; skin to skin contact which rose the temperature under the blanket. Body rising slowly up and down, every individual breath seemed to tickle you on the neck so much that it sent chills down your back. 
The stray hairs that suck to your face somehow made their way onto your lip, but you couldn't move them away with your arm as they were encased in his, so basically you were stuck in a slightly uncomfortable position in your own troubling thoughts. 
How long would it take for them to get here? Certainly they were arriving at the airport in Madrid, rather than Barcelona's, right? 
You didn't know; you should've asked. 
Nevertheless they would get here q
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Underfell!Papyrus X Reader (Part one)
You breathed heavily as you ran out of the ruins letting the door slam behind you. You could hear banging on the door and Toriel shouting at you. You sat on the snowy ground and placed your head in your knees trying to contemplate what just happened. After a while you finally got up and realized the banging on the door had ceased, only the howling wind could be heard. You shivered, it was so cold out here.
"Could it get any worse than this?" You muttered under your breath when suddenly it began to snow. Your mouth gaped in shock "I thought this only happened in movies!" You exclaimed in surprise.      
You shook your head, "I need to focus." You told yourself as you forced yourself to walk forward down the snowy path. Your (h\c) hair was blowing in the wind when you suddenly heard footsteps in the snow behind you. You whipped around fearing it was Toriel again but nothing was there. 
You shook your head and continued walking through the snowy woods. It wasn't long b
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There he was, his grey-blond hair messily floating above his shoulders, his silvery purple eyes staring lazily out into the rain. You watched from your office window, seeing a gray trail of smoke float by. Today was the day you decided to talk to him, but you needed a good excuse. Pulling open your desk drawer, a pack of camel cigarettes lay there, the dessert animal staring back at you. You opened the box, holding a cigarette between your fingers. You had never smoked before, but it looked relatively simple. All you needed now was a lighter, the perfect conversation starter.
The elevator gladly lowered you to your destination, pinging as you reached the floor level. There sat your crush, a total mystery until now. You had never seen him so close. As you pushed open the door, he turned around, making your heart skip a beat. Offering a shaky, “hello.” You sat down on a bench near him, but not too close, and started fiddling with the box. You feigned surprise as you checked your empty pockets. Standing up and walking over to the man, you asked with shaking knees, “Excuse me, sir. Can I borrow your lighter?” He looked at you with a skeptical, arched eyebrow. “You smoke? I don’t think I’ve seen you around…” A little panicky, you replied, ”My names (Y/N). It's nice to meet you.” You extended your hand. He took it and offered a weak handshake, “François.”
Now it was time, he had placed the lighter in your sweaty palm. You couldn’t help but notice him staring at you, amused slightly. Could he have seen through your ruse? No turning back now. Lifting the cigarette up to your lips, you lit the end like you had seen on TV, but instead of letting out a puff of smoke, you sucked in, sending you into a harsh coughing fit. Your insides burned, and you doubled over, wheezing in as much fresh air as you could. Feeling a light pat on your back, you stood back up straight to meet a low laugh. It was deep and hushed, but it still made your cheeks light up with red. A hand intertwined with yours and sent the smoldering cigarette butt to the ground, which Francois put out by stomping in with his boot.
Embarrassed and nervous you stared at your shoes, but a worn hand lifted your chin to meet an icy lavender gaze. You gulped, not knowing what to expect, especially when Francois’s laughing face became serious. He scolded, “Don’t do that, it messes up your lungs.” You started, “But you-“ He lifted a finger to your lips, and said, “I know… it's too late for me, but for you…” Gazing up to your office window, Francois extended a finger toward your spying place. He said, “You work up there, don’t you?” You mentally screamed, he had seen you staring at him. You nodded silently. “Alright, see you around.” And with that, he disappeared into the elegant lobby of the building, blending into the crowd.

~The Next Day~

Your heart still raced at the memory, it was magical, but you may have just ruined any chance you had. He had left so suddenly. Was he angry? Possibly. Your thoughts were swirling, work at the back of your mind. You doubted you would be very productive today, as you headed to your office. Stepping through the door, a group of girls at the water cooler started to stare at you, giggles erupting from their circle. You eyed them curiously as you opened the door and saw a box sitting on your desk. It was red and heart-shaped with a white, handwritten note messily taped to the lid. You lifted it gently, reading,

For the beautiful (Y/N).

The note was slightly damp and smelled of smoke. Staring in disbelief, your face glowed a subdued pink as you could hear the squees of the women outside of your office.
Smoking Break: 2p!France X Reader
I had this one in my back pocket for the longest time, hope you enjoy!

Hetalia nor 2p Hetalia belong to me!
Story does belong to me
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    As you slowly wake, you hear footsteps racing down the hall, away from you. Sitting up, you rubbed your temples. The time was five freaking thirty in the morning, and the night before had been a late one. You were even still in your work clothes. Noting Mituna’s absence, you went to go search for him, reaching for the handle of the door, but something was wrong. You could see a black smudge of the side of your hand. Flipping your hand over, a brown mess of smeared marker tainted your skin.

    Rushing to the bathroom, you parted your messy bedhead to reveal the entirety of your face.  It was a masterpiece covered in sharpies of various colors, but the most prominent feature was across your forehead, ‘Mituna’ in bright yellow wording. Suddenly, from behind, you heard suppressed chuckling. As you turned around, two eyes, shaded by red and blue glass met your gaze and quickly disappeared into the window lit hallway.

                You yelled Mituna’s name as you took flight down the hall way, your bare feet squishing into the carpet. Chasing him around the house, you finally cornered him in the kitchen. Placing your hands on your hips, you cockily stated,” I’ve got you now!” Mituna, however, had a plan. Suddenly, a handful of flower dusted your surprised face, and you gladly reciprocated. It wasn’t long before your kitchen looked like a snowstorm had come through and you and Mituna looked like ghosts, two ghosts laughing hysterically on the floor.

    You came in for a kiss, sticking the flower to each other’s lips. Looking dreamily into his eyes, you said,” This was fun.” With a sly smile he responded, “Just wait and see what I have planned for tomorrow.” Life with Mituna was non-stop excitement. Though it was a bit overwhelming at times, it would keep you smiling even in your darkest times. 

Waking Up With You: Mituna X Reader
This was a long time coming, sorry for making you wait! This was a request from :iconcrooked-imagining: Thanks for your patience. I'm also not very good at writing Mituna, so sorry if he's a bit off.

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Mituna belongs to Hussie
Story belongs to me 
And you belong to Mituna!
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Just sleeping. 

School is wrapping up for the year and I have been super busy with presentations and essays and other crap like that, but there are more reasons I haven't posted. I'm kind of at a point where nothing I write is good enough for me, I have a ton of fics I haven't posted on my desk top. I'm trying to make something I'm proud of, but its definitely making me less productive. I'll work through it, I just need some time to finish the bulk of things on my plate right now.

I really want to thank everyone whose been reading my fanfics and watching me! If your new you haven't experienced my usual continues flow of content, but that should return this summer. Thanks for understanding! 
You awoke, shivering slightly. The warmth of your blanket was gone, leaving you curled up, desperately clinging to the bed sheets for warmth. Finally deciding to take action, you sit up, wiping your sand crusted eyes. The clock flashed four, teasing you with unreachable sleep. Groaning, you turned over, finding the source of your problem, your matespirit Meenah Peixes. All of the covers were wrapped around her; she looked like a burrito or a cacoon. Hopefully, your feisty butterfly wouldn't kill you when you took the covers back.

Scootching over, you grabbed the edge of the sheets, and with a yank, returned to your sleeping position, returning contently to slumber. Little did you know, this had woken up Meenah, who muttered to herself as she woke,

"What the shell?"

She looked over at you and how you had begun to take all of the covers. One of her toned gray legs was hanging out in the cold. She rolled over, taking some of the sheets with her, but you responded, taking more. The two of you began a tug of war of sorts, competing until you both rolled off the bed and onto the floor. In perfect sync, you both burst out laughing, doubling over on the bedroom floor. Peeking over the bed, you caught her eyes, with their fiery glint, smiling at you. She commented chuckling,

"You know, there is another way to keep warm cuttlefish."

Jumping back into bed, Meenah patted the spot beside her, leaning on her elbow. You gladly obliged, allowing her to engulf you in a hug. The two of you connected, enjoying the body heat of the other. You looked up at the sea princesses messy black bedhead and sighed,

"I like this, we should do it more often."
"No doubt."

And with that short comment, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.
Waking Up With You: Meenah X Reader
This is short and fluffy, but I hope y'all enjoyed! This was a request for :iconabbzthedino:

Meenah belongs to Hussie
Story belongs to me
You belong to Meenah Squee 
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Beep Beep Beep Beep

You blindly smacked your hand around your bedside table, attempting to cease the repetitive monotony of your alarm clock, face still buried deep in pillow fluff and covers. Finally, you wobbled out of bed and into the bathroom for a quick shower and brushed your teeth. Pulling on a rubber, black work boot you sigh out,

"Another day, another dollar."

Pushing your door open, you begin your walk to the construction cite. Taking in the fresh smell of morning, you looked at your fellow pedestrians. Ladies and men in slick black suits, chattering on cell phones, groups of monsters talking and laughing as they walked down the street, and cute couples holding hands were just some of the people lining the sidewalk today. Finally, you black boots led you to your destination. A purple hard hat stood out among the crowd. Coming closer, you stopped suddenly, awe overcoming you. Before you was a beautiful purple spider monster, holding a purple clipboard and tapping impatiently on it with a chewed on pencil.Her purple cigar dangled from her mouth, sending a thin stream of smoke weaving upward until it dwindled into nothingness. Your were lost in her multitude of eyes and silky hair when her voice broke you from your chance.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) (L/N)?"
"Y-yes?"

What your perceived to be the new foreman, and your new crush, motioned you forward. As you walked up to her, she chided,

"Your late dearie. I've assigned you to work station B. You can do that for me can't you?"

The nickname had you blushing, but it was that last question that wrapped you around her dainty purple finger. You replied with a dazed,

"Ok~"

Before getting to your work station. You dopey love struck grin was replaced with a look of tiredness as you approached a pile of boards that needed moving. The proper equipment was right next to you, but in a flash of brilliance(or stupidity) you decided to do something else. Waiting until the pretty purple spider lady was watching, you used your 'impressive' biceps to lift as many of the boards you could carry, sending a wink her way. She chuckled softly, but broke into belly laughs as you ended up tripping, sending the boards everywhere. You winced as you lifted yourself off the ground, dusting the dirt off your worn, black pants. Looking at the ground, dread filled you as the forewoman came closer. Tenderly, she took your arm in a few of her hands, analyzing the damage. 

"That was quite the show honey, but I don't think human arms are supposed to be purple."

You looked up at her, laughing dryly. She led you to a break room where she gave you an ice pack and told you to wait. She was going to drive you to the ER. It wasn't too long before you began the drive. Looking out the window at the buildings flying past, you made conversation,

"I don't think I caught our name Miss."
"It's Muffet, sweetheart"

Again with the pet names, although you admittedly were enjoying it. Making more small talk, you asked,

"I haven't seen you around before, is this your first job or did you move here recently?"
"Yes and yes. When monsters moved up from the underground, I had to leave my shops behind, so I'm opening a new bakery here on the surface. I just wanted to make sure everything ran smoothly, I'm not usually in the construction line of work."

You smiled wide, a sucker for sweets. 

"Aww man, thats so cool! We need more bakeries in this town. I'm looking forward to tasting your pastries; I'm sure they're delicious."
"Thank you dearie~"

When you arrived, you arm was promptly inspected and wrapped. It was a small fracture,but with proper care and concern would heal quickly. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Muffet came to bid you farewell.

"Well, I guess I'll be off then, lots of preparations to make, you know."
"Oh, ok. I'll see you soon I guess."
"Oh silly me! I almost forgot!"

Muffet pulled out a fat, purple sharpie marker and signed your cast, skipping away with a,

"See you soon~"

Looking down, you saw an elegantly scrawled 'Muffet', made of loopy lettering, and below it, a series of digits. You whispered triumphantly to yourself,

"I got her number!"
Just sleeping. 

School is wrapping up for the year and I have been super busy with presentations and essays and other crap like that, but there are more reasons I haven't posted. I'm kind of at a point where nothing I write is good enough for me, I have a ton of fics I haven't posted on my desk top. I'm trying to make something I'm proud of, but its definitely making me less productive. I'll work through it, I just need some time to finish the bulk of things on my plate right now.

I really want to thank everyone whose been reading my fanfics and watching me! If your new you haven't experienced my usual continues flow of content, but that should return this summer. Thanks for understanding! 

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AsrielMemeurr Featured By Owner May 4, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey,if you ever need an illustration for a mituna x reader,here you go

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-yours truly,Asriel Memeurr,the god of hyperroast
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Toastergal Featured By Owner May 5, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! I'll use that!
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AsrielMemeurr Featured By Owner May 5, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Yee!also,I'm taking commissions so if you have the points,just look for my deviation stating that I'm doing commissions 
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xliberteax Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the fave *-* 
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Toastergal Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
No problem
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AsrielMemeurr Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Dude
i need help
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Toastergal Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Ok, whats up?
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AsrielMemeurr Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
1.The fucking pairs won't stop stalking me

2.im obsessed with the song "the blind prophet "
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Toastergal Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
They've taken me, save yourself! And I know the feeling! I was left listening to Heir of Greif and Pipeorgan Kind for days!
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Yooooo!wat up!
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