wildcherrypepsi0101

Age 5 “Hold on, Iggy! You’re going too fast!” Your toddler voice called out, trying your best to carry your tiny legs. Arthur laughed, whipping his head back with a smirk on his face. “Haha, bet you will never catch up with me!” You huffed, pushing your legs to their limits. You’ll definitely show him. “RAAAAH!” Your battle cry surprised him, letting you catch up to him and tackle him to the ground. “Ooph! (Y/N)!” Arthur laughed, pushing your body off of him. “You barbarian!” You dusted yourself off, a big grin on your face. You cocked your hip and rested both your

Language barriers… “Such a bad idea,” you grumbled loudly, gripping the basket tighter in your hand.  Looking to either side of the aisle, you wondered where the pickles were.  It really shouldn’t be this damn hard to find a damn jar of pickles, but yet, you’d been up and down the same aisles about a dozen times.  “Think, (f/n), think.” Sitting the basket down on the floor of the people-barren corner market, you fumbled in your purse, trying to find that handy-dandy pocket dictionary.  “Oh, don’t even tell me I left the dang thing in the room...again.” “Excusez-moi...”

If you leave the chicken coop open, a fox will come to think of it as an open invitation. Especially in the early morning hours, when the Moon dares to yawn, and give way to her brother, the Sun.  When the breeze is caught in the curling, jumbled branches of the forest.  The night song of crickets and frogs chirp into the blanket of blackness.  The stench of summer filling every nook and cranny tonight, like it did the whole month of August. When a strange creature, only heard of in myths, sought for her next meal of a man, or at least that’s how the story goes.  Although, even the oldest myths aren’t always correct, only built

You just had to giggle as you watch your husband give the ‘how-to’s’ to the little Italian that nodded fiercely at the lecture.  You’d never seen someone so focused on what was being snapped at him, and the mental notebook that was quickly filling up.  Resting your hand on your protruding belly, you watched Ludwig march in front him, like he was ordering his troops into battle. Feliciano’s hand rested on his forehead as the German, again, brusquely barked orders at him. “Sì!”  The brunette stomped his foot and straightened his back even more, hoping he could convey the message that this was j

    “Hey!  What are you guys doing?”  A voice asked from a corner.            Ah, you knew this wasn’t a good idea! Yes, what were you doing here?  It felt like almost a year to hear the answer the four would give to the mystery person that had caught you in the abandoned bar.   Luckily, you would finally have your answer after such a long wait.  Standing in anticipation, you couldn’t wait to hear what it was!    “Lukas?”  Alfred asked, dropping the beer bottle on the floor and causing it smash into a few jagged pieces.  “What are you doing here?  You...you never leave your room to go to town?