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Pollen Eyes CanadaxReader "I hate spring." you groaned in bed, the pillow muffling your complaint. You tried burying your face into a pillow and closing your eyes so the itchiness would somewhat go down a bit, but that still didn't extinguish your burning desire to itch at them. The intense pollen moving through the air seemed to have a bad effect on your eyes. A very bad effect. Your eyes would go so red and swollen, eye drops barely gave you relief. You wanted to itch, but the more you itched, the redder your eyes would get. So basically, you had no other choice but to plank all day in your bed with your face in a pillow. Your phone ran

Request for kdsnewyork "NOOO SEAMUS!" "Get back here, darlin'!" "GET THAT POISON AWAY FROM ME!" you wail, cowering behind his brother, Allistor. Seamus was having serious trouble balancing the syrup on the spoon whilst chasing you around the brothers' house. You stopped in the middle of your running. "Ahh.. Ahhh... ACHOOO!" you shrieked, the sneeze shaking you. Allistor set his hands on your shoulders. "Lassie, he's only doing this for your own good," Allistor mumbled into your ear. Your cheeks tinted pink a bit. You've been told before the Irishman liked you more than a friend, but before you knew it, you developed feelings for him too.

Love-Hate Relations RomanoxReader Literature trade with CookieMoon101 Author's Note: Since this is a story about our little Lovi, cursing will definitely occur. Turn back now if you don't like swearing. "Lovino!" You shook the door handle of the Vargas' residence, fuming. You banged a fist on the door. "Lovino Vargas, let me in this instant!" you hollered. You heard the locks click, and you prepared to throw a punch in the Italian's face. "Oh, (y/n), what a surprise~!" came a bubbly, cheery voice. Your anger was quickly replaced and replenished with confusion. You let your fists drop to your sides loosely. "Feli?" "Fratello is upstairs i

I'll Bet RomanoxReader Author's Note: Since this is our little Lovi, there will be cursing and swearing. No likey, no read-y! "Damn FUCKING fratello, leaving out the flour!" "That bastard Tony... TOOK MY FAVORITE DAMN SHIRT!" "My God, I've had enough of Feli leaving the dinner in the fridge WITHOUT THE FUCKING CLING WRAP." If these weren't Lovino Vargas's words, it'd be called vulgar. But, alas, these are the words of Lovino Vargas. These profanities are just the norm for you. Although Lovino was your best friend (not to mention the massive crush you had on the hotheaded Italian), his cursing could get out of hand. He was the only perso