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  The house was quiet, the residents within both languid and lost in their own little realms. The peace was only interrupted by the ticking of the large grandfather clock, the occasional purrs of her cat, the soft thump of the dog’s tail on the hardwood and the relaxed breathing of all four occupants. (Y/n) was sprawled across the couch, in a manner her grandmother would have raged about for hours, how her position was nowhere near the way a lady should sit. Gil sat in the armchair beside her, her head tilting back to study him as he read. His eyes had always fascinated her, ever since that first fateful night in Camden. They weren

Stars * Vash was never fond of parties. They simply weren't his thing. He disliked the loud music, smell of alcohol and sweat, drunken people shouting and roaming around… So why was he in front of a house full of people ready to engage in such activities? It was because of [Name]. Her parents were out for the weekend and she invited him to come. A call he was unable to refuse. He sighed and finally started walking towards the door shoving his hand in his pockets along the way. He was definitely overdressed – his white button-up shirt was too classy and his jeans to tidy, but he couldn’t help himself. He hated looking sl

Do you love me? Lovino slowly read the text that ________ had sent him. Of course I do! Ti amo tanto! Lovino quickly replied back. He waited. I love you too, Lovi. Always and forever! You’re my whole world. He received the text a couple minutes later. I’d do anything for you. Ti amo. Another text was sent from ______ shortly after. Suddenly he wasn’t in his room anymore. He was in a cold, foggy place, standing in front of a grave stone. He looked down and read the name. His eyes widened as he could feel his heart shatter into pieces. The name was __________ __________. Lovino’s eyes shot open, tears streaming

--Your P.V.-- If one answer was all it would take to make him go away... "No," you told the tall Dane standing behind the couch you were sitting one. "I do not like Wales." "You're red (Y/N), tell the truth," Mathias replied. "You like Dylan." "No, Den, I don't," you said firmly. You turned around and went back to reading your book. "I can see the way that you look at him!" "How do I?" you asked. "You stare at him all lovey-dov--" Mathias began, but he was cut off by a choking noise. You sighed and bookmarked your book. Without turning around, you said, "Lukas, it's alright. He wasn't bugging me that much." "If you say so," was the r

The street was filled with the aromatic scent of late afternoon sun and the oncoming tinge of rain. Sunlight poured down through the alleyways of the intricate city, lighting up the little stalls that lined the avenue. Vendors of every shape and size crowded the street, selling their freshest produce and homemade delicacies. (f/n) could spend hours roaming the small city, just taking in all of it's sites and sounds, but she was here to visit a friend. Because she worked for the UN, most of (f/n)'s time was spent at World Conferences helping the nations organize and document their ongoing discussions and resolutions of international problems.