You weren't going to call for help.
You weren't going to damn it.
"ANTONIO! HELP ME!" You yelled as loudly as you could, and, in the blink of an eye, you saw Antonio leaning on the doorframe.
"T-That was fast." You managed to stutter out, trying to not be unnerved by his rather 'come-hither' pose...not at all...
"I'm always here for you, querida" he bowed, making you roll your eyes.
"Have you finished those problems that we went over?"
You narrowed your eyes. "Impossible. I thought you didn't even know how to do them a few minutes ago!"
"I guess you're a good teacher, then." His grin grew wider, as you realised what he'd been up to.
"You didn't ask Ms. Morton for a tutor JUST to waste my time, did you?" You sighed. Of course, that had to be the case.
"I wouldn't call it a waste of time, no." His cheeky grin remained firmly in place.
"You-" Before you could continue, Antonio interrupted you. "Why did you call for me, [Na
Austria X Reader addition
The large nation with thick locks of curly brown hair and muscles defining his perfect body wrapped his arms around a tiny you. He rocked you in his soft embrace, giving you a merry smile as he stared into your eyes as you looked up at him with a pout sat on your face. You did not want to go to bed; instead, you wanted to stay up late with Grandpa Rome and listen to his tales of battle and love.
"Come on (Name), it's bed time now~ You will be tired in the morning if you don't get enough sleep!" Grandpa Rome stated before he pinched a chubby cheek of yours.
You chased away his hand with your own and then tugged at the long white robes draping over his chest. "I don't want to go to bed! Please let me stay up with you Grandpa!" You whined and tugged harder on his clothing while your eyes swelled up with tears. You gave him suc
A beautiful and peaceful planet both at day and at night.
...After there was no more geth on it, of course.
It was a wonderful evening for those who were living there.
Everyone was getting to bed to join the city of dreams.
Everything was wonderful.
Unless you are at the Shepard's home.
Unless you are in a particular room with a Turian, a Krogan, a scientist salarian, and the Shepard's child.
Besides that, everything was fine... really... fine...
"Once upon a time..." started the Turian.
"That's lame Turian. Can't you be more original? Trust a Turian to come up with something original is like trusting the salarian with a gun." said the Krogan
"Yes. Good point Grunt... if only we could say the same to you..." replied Mordin solus the scientist salarian.
"Yeah !... Wait... what?" Grunt frowned, confused.
"Shut up." Garrus glared at Grunt. "Oh, so you think you can do better, Krogan?
"Of course I can."
"Hell no, I'm the one here who will tell him a fucking sto-"
or if they're all the same creature
reincarnated from the incineration
of the last bird to become a man
left here with the coyote and wolves
to torment pretty little girls
lost boys with no one to tell them bedtime stories
sticking bubblegum in ponytails