Pinkithai

Lovino groaned groggily as he buried his face into the warm and velvety crook of his companion's neck. He could feel the warm golden rays of sunshine hitting his bare torso, signaling it was morning and time to get up, yet he had no desire to do so whatsoever. His arms tightened their hold on the woman curled up before him, your smaller frame molding perfectly against his. Cracking his eyes open slowly, his gaze roamed over your smooth skin that glowed in the morning light, and he smiled as he felt your deep and rhythmic breathing. Sitting up slowly, he propped himself up on his elbow to rest the side of his face in his hand. A gentle smile

“Bella.” You groaned grumpily into your pillow, your body shifting away from the source of the noise that was rudely interrupting your sleep. “(Name), bella, it’s time to get up,” an amused voice said with a chuckle. You grunted in response and pulled your blankets around you tighter in hopes of protecting you from the events you knew would quickly ensue. Your retaliation elicited a weary sigh, and you felt the bed dip as new weight was added beside you. “Alright, if you want to play this game, so be it,” the voice warned close to your ear, causing you to tense up and grip your blankets closer. In

The hospital doors flung open as Lovino pushed you and your wheelchair into the lobby, your face twisted in pain as you gripped your stomach tightly. You had tried to compose yourself and relax, but the pain was excruciating and you were sure that if someone didn’t help you soon, you were going to pass out. “I-I need some help! My wife needs help, now!” Lovino yelled as they pulled up to the counter. “Sir, calm down, tell me what the problem is—” “What does it look like the problem is, my wife’s going into fucking labor!” he shouted as Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis came through the door

“Teach me how to dance.” It did not come in the form of a question, rather, as a straight-out command. You would not take “No” for an answer. All around you, the studio fell silent as you walked up to the dance instructor and stared hard. You could not be sure that you were even staring into her eyes, but you continued to hold your gaze with your lightless sight until she would allow you to go under her wing. From the corner of the room, you could hear one of the dancers stifling her laughter. With your heightened sense of hearing, you could make out her friend snapping softly, telling her to hush, a soft rustle of

Chapter 15 “You mean you don’t know? There have been pirates all over town looking for an oddly dressed woman and a young boy. I’ve heard that Kirkland is furious.” Those words rung over and over inside your head like an alarm bell, resounding within your skull and battering against your mind. I’ve heard that Kirkland is furious. You’d known that leaving the ship wasn’t the wisest thing to do, but you’d never thought that he’d send people after you. It wasn’t even as if you’d slunk away in the dead of night; it had been broad daylight and you’d practically announced your

Punk!EnglandXReader – Distance ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I sighed heavily, my gaze focusing on him in the reflection of the window. This was the best way I could keep an eye on him without him getting pissy about it. He’s never always been like this, but over the years we’ve somewhat grown apart as friends, but that can never change how I feel about him. Oh, heavens no, I could never stop loving him. But even now, in the early morning of class, Arthur sat sleeping on his desk dreaming about god knows what. But whatever it was, maybe a pretty girl or a ticket out of this hell whole, he had a small smile growing on his face. It