Heta-Therapy

Husband!Netherlands x Wife!Reader: How To Quit Smoking ____ glared at her husband. He was doing it again: Smoking. She knew why - he'd always done it. She knew that he was stressed because of his work at the moment, and the smoking calmed him down. But she hated it. It made their home smell like tobacco, him taste like tobacco and it was actually really dangerous. What if they ever had a kid? Would he continue then? ____ sighed, she needed to do something about this. Or she'd go crazy. A plan began to form in her mind and she snickered a little to herself. 'Be prepared, Tim van der Berg, 'cause here I come!' ~~~~ Some time later ____ p

 Stop! o3o Hi, yeah, so: There's some flashbacks in this story. So if you don't like that; now's the time to leave, if you want to. ... You still here? Good. Enjoy~! ^^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it Love." ~ Dr. Seuss. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ____ had never met someone like him. She had never met a person that she couldn’t win over in an argument. Never had she met someone that could trick her, or outwitt her in any way. She never even thought that ther

Yang walked out of his workplace the next day with the thought of going on a date with (Name) on his mind. Well this isn't really a date, right? Yang thought to himself. She's just trying to repay me for helping her out, that's all. Still, even with that in mind he couldn't help but think of this as a date for some reason. He searched through his coat pocket and took out the slip of paper on which he wrote down the details of the diner he looked up the previous night and texted the information to (Name). I’ll be waiting for you there, Yang added to the text message. I’m gonna go ahead and walk there since it’s only a few bl

You twist a strand of hair around your finger, almost going cross-eyed as you examine the split-ends. Ugh. You slouch a little in your seat, feeling scruffier and scruffier as you sit there, watching all of the other people waiting to get up to be beautified. The room smells like hairspray and, over the sound of the radio, the raspy snip of scissors fills the air. You knew you'd left it too long to come here, but one thing lead to another and you just never seemed able to find the time. There's something about the cool, polished salon that's almost vaguely intimidating to you, mirrors situated around the room, showing you your anxious expres

Note: Cuss warning, lol.    I'd rather die than be the source of (Name)'s unhappiness!    This was the only thing that Gilbert had in his mind. He, figuratively and literally, filtered each and every hall or room the whole campus contained just to find her.    He even checked the restrooms. The self-proclaimed Prussian might be the campus heartthrob, but that does not give him a free access to the ladies' room. Gilbert does not leave bruise-free upon entering one.    "Damn!" He put his hands up to block the empty lipstick tubes and other makeup being thrown at him. "I was just looking for (Name)! Is she even in here?"    "Yeah, righ

9. Drive Today was not your day. A pop quiz in three of your classes. You forgot your lunch at home. You had a boat load of homework to do once you got home, and to top it all off you missed the bus home. Your parents wouldn’t get off from work for another three hours or so which meant you were stuck here. And just when you were sure your luck could not get any worse. It started to rain. You were stuck alone at school with no umbrella for another few hours. You sighed. “Today has been the worst,” you grumbled to yourself. “Has it really?” You jumped. You hadn’t known anyone else was at the school. Next

The sun was high in the sky when you arrived at your destination. You almost couldn't believe that it was real, but there you were with your bags and loads and loads of crates with your personal belongings, and a large truck behind you that had carried your boxes to this new country. You stood outside the new house that was to be your home and you couldn't wait to start unpacking to officially declare this house as yours. It was a beautiful house by the sea on the coast of Sicily, and it had a beautiful view of the ocean from the hill it was built on. It had pristine white walls and warm brown tiles for the roof. All of the window frames had

There were days where Romulus wanted nothing more than to be back on the outskirts of the empire where he was the one in command. Titus was a fine enough emperor when compared to those who ruled before him, Romulus surmised. The man had captured Jerusalem for the empire and sent funds to the victims of Pompeii. He wasn't necessarily cruel or overly severe yet, despite the whole of the Roman Empire fawning over the man and calling him the love and delight of the human race, Romulus could not find it in his heart to truly respect Titus. It was all because of the Colosseum. Romulus knew it was a way to pacify the Romans' blood thirst in a tim

Stitched Jewel Heart :Students! Russia x Reader: It started with a rumor. You fiddle with your pen, unconsciously twisting it between your fingers in rapid movements before setting it down, picking it up, and resuming again. You brows furrow slightly in concentration as your eyes constantly trail to and fro, ensuring that the figure in front of you is always in your field of vision. Your ears continue to pick up the low frequency sound waves, attempting to process the information as the professor proceed to drone on and on about the philosophy of life and death. Then you sigh as you look down towards your notebook and scrawl another note b

        There you were again.        Pounding on Allistor's door.        Yelling through the thick oaken barrier for him to open up. It was ten in the morning and, if you knew Allistor, that meant he would still be asleep with a nasty hang over.             "You damn Scot, open the fucking door!" you growled and then finally, after over an hour, a shirtless Allistor opened the door.             "Wha' on Earth doo yeh wan' wooman? Do yeh kno' wha' time et ees?" groaned the Scotsman.    You glared at him, "Yeah, I know what time it is! It’s time for you to sign these bloody divorce papers!"    You waved them in his face, so he

Paper kiss! :S.Korea x reader: "(Naaaammme)!" You squeaked when you were attacked from your chair as a pair of arms wrapped around your torso and something soft was rubbing against your cheek. Your boyfriend has the strangest way of grabbing your attention sometimes. "Get off of me, Yong Soo!" you exclaimed, trying to pry his arms off from around you. "I know I'm your girlfriend and all, but seriously, can't you be less...extreme about it?" The Korean male untwined his arms around you and gave you a pout. "I just wanted to be unique around you...all the other guys are so boring around their girlfriends!" Still pouting, he sat up with his

Papa!Spain Mama!Reader Children!ItalyTwins       Feliciano and Lovino completely ignored her; [Name], their new step-mother.        [Name] knew that Antonio, their father, had gone through a very nasty divorce a few years prior. Although the woman was absolutely horrid - being physically and verbally abusive to both the boys and Antonio - the boys still loved their mother greatly. Although she pushed them away and called them 'terrible little bastardos that should never have been born,' they clung onto her legs - which usually made her angrier. [Name] had watched it unfold, being a friend from Antonio’s college days and forbade from

    You shivered slightly. In your half-asleep state, you were determined to pull the blanket up around you before you woke up from the cold air that touched your exposed stomach. You moved your arm to grab the blanket before you realized that you were unable to. You were suddenly aware of an arm holding you tightly. Cracking your (e/c) eyes open, you groaned slightly.    "Berwald, could you please pull the blanket up higher?" You asked, snuggling deeper into your husband's embrace in search of some warmth. When he didn't reply, your half-asleep mind realized that he was still deep in slumber.    You glanced up at the man's tired face. Wi

You trembled as you made your way through the streets of the empire. You kept your head down and your posture submissive, not daring to look at any of the people you passed in the light rain of the afternoon. Their stares would be no different than you expected. You were a dancer. The people of the empire, whether rich or ordinary, enjoyed the spectacle of dance. However, the respect for the dancers was often less. Especially if you seen in the streets as you were now. You sighed and self-consciously tugged at the straps of your dancing gown. It was a risqué two piece outfit that showed much more skin than you preferred to display and

  Sitting atop the mountain whose backdrop was the water that surrounded you from beneath by hundreds of yards. Looking forward, you saw the water stretch out in front of you with identical mounds of dirt and forestry that seemed to float on the top of the calm waters.   Moving your hand over a bit, your hand felt nothing but the rough dirt beneath it. Earlier on in the morning, your friend Vietnam had told you to meet him up here and in this spot specifically. Sure it was a pain to get up here, but for him, you'd do anything.   Using your hand as a vizor, you looked for any sign of the handsome young Vietnamese man. When you

"How much...further...is it?" Your thighs are cramping and there is an unpleasant burning sensation in your lungs the higher you climb. You strongly regret wearing jeans today, though you suppose it could have been worse- it's pretty windy up on the cliff side and a skirt would have had pretty embarrassing results. But your guide turns and gives you one of those smiles and you can't help but weakly return it, despite your shortage of breath (and patience). "It's just a bit further!" Mari calls in her sing-song accent, her platinum blonde mane blowing in the breeze, fluffy as candyfloss. A foolish blush spreads across your face as you note

2P!Italy|Luciano Vargus Fem!Reader    Luciano grunted, wildly turning over in his sleep for the millionth time that night.    You stared tiredly at your husband, pondering the painful grimace adorning his features. You hadn’t been able to sleep since Luciano fell asleep, and started whining and tossing around in his slumber. Sometimes, on nights like this, you would just get up and sleep on the couch.    But this was one of those different nights; something in your gut told you it was - so you stayed.    Luciano’s sleeping form flopped back around to face you and groped around the bed searching for something. When his tan h