The Fabulous Life (France x Reader)The Fabulous Life (France x Reader) by Miabia100
The Fabulous Life of Such and Such
(France x Reader)
Had to cut off some of the title cause' it's too long so sue me.
Lost In Translation
“Oi! Watch it.” I called out as a buggy raced passed me, I clicked my teeth in irritation. It was way too early in the morning for people to be driving like that, I don’t care if it’s Sunday morning, you should have gone home last night. I quickly rung out another carpet, the dust from last nights customers still ever present on the rug. I sighed and continued to ring harder and harder, nearly causing myself a headache in the process, but I loved this job it was fulfilling and rather simple. I stared back into the quant bakery, my boss busily preparing to open up for the afternoon. I could smell the freshly baked goods fro
Limerence (Romano | Reader)Limerence (Romano | Reader) by Miabia100
» Romano | Reader «
Commissioned by: :iconrainbow-flames24: , pretty fast eh?
(A/N) This story is apart of my ‘River full of stories’ series, if you’d like to read the opening here’s a link: http://miabia100.deviantart.com/art/A-River-Filled-With-Stories-COMMISSIONS-556423927, though you can read this on its own. My commissions are still open as of now and if you’d like to be added to this series then please by all means tell me!
“Please just say I’m more than a stranger to you, please, I’m begging.”
A sense of blasé danced across the young woman’s tongue as she sipped her hot coco, it was something about the tangy blend of choco
RomanoXReader: Trouble"Oh don't be grouchy, I called you to say good morning before I go to bed." You smirk into the phone. You sigh as you get into the bed sheets, ready to go to bed already.RomanoXReader: Trouble by procrastinator-otaku
"It's 8:30, you know I don't even get out of bed until 9." You hear him mutter as he yawn. "At least it's not the usual 5 am." From the background you can hear Lovino rolling around in the sheets. You frown slightly because it's not like he hasn't woke you up at 3 or 4 in the morning. "Wait what time is it over there?" He asks.
"The hell? You're still awake? Get some sleep." The Italian growls on the phone. "You know I don't like it when you stay up late just to talk to me." He mutters in a low voice. You feel your heart tug a little in your chest.
"Yeah, well I want to." You say in defense. "It's not like we can talk most of the time. We live 9 hours apart." You whisper, a little disappointed at the simple truth.
"I know." There is sadness laced in his voice, and you know you have to say something to l