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“Faith, turn down the damn music, would you?” “Sorry, Daddy!” A typical Saturday morning at Resident Ackerman considered of pancakes, milk, coffee, cartoons, and often times, music from all eras blasting at full volume while three kids, hyped up on sugar danced about. Leon and Faith, being a little older now, only recently discovered that they had the power to actually develop their own taste in music and ventured the world of music. Of course, you were always their to supervise the content, but generally, they picked what they liked...and replayed their addiction of choice until Levi’s ears were sure to bleed.

Title: Movie Night Summary: My little secret. Rating: E for Everyone Pairing: 2p!China (Hetalia) / Reader Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the plot. [A/N: I wanted to write something cute today x3 please enjoy.] - Whenever ______ wanted a movie night, they would take turns. One night she would pick the movie, then Zao would pick the next, and soon this became a routine of weekly nights lounging on the sofa with a bag of popcorn in one arm and _____ in the other. This week, it was Zao's turn to choose as he casually scanned the aisle of DVDs. _____ always chose super cheesy romance movies, ones that left her bawling on his chest whi

Around lunchtime Sting awoke and realized that he was not in his room. The White Dragon Slayer blinked perplexed, before he remembered what had happened last night. He saw, that you laid in his arms and snuggled closer to him as you felt his movement. Sting smiled and rested his head on top yours. It was just too nice to stand up. "Uhm .. Master?" He heard a timid voice at the door. Sting looked up without moving too much and sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you guys. It's still Sting. What's up Yukino?" He asked the blue haired mage at the door, while his fingers slid gently through your hair. He enjoyed to feel your strands on h

~~~★ [PART ONE] ★~~~     You know what's pretty awkward? For one thing, you're the only tomboy in the whole dance program at school. Another thing,  the only tomboy is dating one of the most attractive, popular, and by far one of the best dancers in school, Kim Jongin a.k.a "Kai", and have been dating for over a year now. However, what is the most awkward for you? Being in a dance class with, not only your boyfriend, but your ex-boyfriend, who was also a dancer, and your first love before he gave up on you for being depressed and, at the time, suicidal.   Yeah, that's pretty awkward. Damn. Now here you are; in dance class wi

The rusted, cold metal of shackles cut into the skin of your wrists, your ankles, your neck. Your lungs tightened as a burdening fear threatened to break and crush you. Cold orbs of blue stabbed you through silver frames as he watched your every move, your master, your king. “Your turn,” he muttered, leaning against his hand. Pangs of sharp pain shot through your neck as you swallowed hard. With a slow breath, he inhaled another bit of his cigarette. He scrutinized your every move, as he had done so under his rule as the Blue King. As a soldier working for him, you followed his every order and demand without question. If only

"...(Y/N)." You hear the familiar voice call out. You turn around in the bed. "Mm... Nhg.." You let out, getting comfortable again. "(Y/N), wake up. It's already ten." The voice says again. Hearing the time makes you groan displeased. You gently get shaken around and involuntarily open your eyes. Still being tired and not wanting to get up, you close your eyes again and finally speak. "Five more minutes." "No way, I already said so. You said that half an hour ago, too. Get up already." You hear and give it another shot. "Four more minutes..." You feel yourself falling asleep again. "Nope." Another try. "One minute..." You hear the person sig

"(Y/LN), I'll need you to cancel my appointments from noon to four," Akashi, your boss, ordered. "Okay, sir. Um... Sir? May I please have this afternoon off? My mother wishes to meet with me to discuss something..." you asked, cautious and delicately. For, the man standing in front of you still had the tendency to throw scissors... A habit you remember him having from your high school days. Akashi's usual neutral expression hardened into a scowl. "No, (Y/LN). As my assistant, I need you to be with me at all times. My father is meeting with a prospective business partner and I am required to attend this meeting. I'll need you to attend this m