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„Tino.“ you drawled, poking the shoulder of your Finnish boyfriend of a couple of months while he was reading a book, sitting next to you on the couch in the living room of the house he lived in with his four brothers. Poke! Tino put the book down on his lap and looked at you, smiling warmly. „What's on, rakkaani?“ he asked, playing with a lock of your (length) (colour) hair. „I'm bored.“ Poke! His violet eyes began to sparkle with joy. „Let's go out, then, rakkaani! We can go into the park nearby with Hanatamago!“ You groaned reluctantly, squinting at the blinding sun outside the window.

Student!2p!America X Teacher!Reader Ch.5                     Ever since Al started skipping detention after school, he had gotten a call to his guardian to talk for a bit. Al told you not to go meet his brother who apparently was named Oliver. You were at school in the teacher’s lounge. You were talking to Elizabeta and Bella. “Did you hear that Alice quit her job?”Elizabeta whispered to you. “It’s not right to speak of this.”Bella said. “Really? Who’s going to teach English then?”You asked. “Right now it’s just substitutes, but there looking for a replacement.”Eli

You followed Kabuto through the weaving, stone-cold hallway, arriving outside a wooden door. He stopped and fumbled with a chain of metal pieces until a silver skeleton key met his fingertips. He quickly popped the key into the door and unlocked it with practiced skill. "You'll stay here." He said as he walked into the room. You stopped in the doorway and stared into the black box. Across from you was a white bed with a green comforter folded neatly at the bottom. Towering over the bed was a large wooden dresser with gold handles. On the other side of the room was a mirror, accompanied by a table with two white candles  resting upon it. It

“________-_________!  ¿Cómo estás ahì? Are you finished with your line?!?” As your friend said that, you fell on your back on the watery soil. Not really caring about your state. Why did you? Simple, too tired. And it was not some time of the night, it was 7 o’clock in the morning. How did you manage to end like this? Lack of sleep? Oh, no no. That night you slept soundly. It was simply fault of that friend of yours, that cheery, life-is-beautiful, the-sun-is-high, tomato-lover Antonio. All the junctures of your body were terribly screaming in pain, for standing up too much in one shot. Bring