Ramen Shops are Good for the Soul by jellolids, literature
Literature
Ramen Shops are Good for the Soul
This was it, Daisuke realized as he unlocked the door to his shiny new ramen shop, he was finally going to achieve his childhood dream. He paused, his key still in the lock, hardly believing that this moment was actually going to happen. He gulped. What if this wasn't real? What if it was a- what were those things called again? A hallucination? Or it could be a dream. Yeah, a really long, really involved dream. After all, there was no way that getting a business loan to start up, followed by the hunt for exactly. the. right. store (which his real estate agent had been on the verge of declaring unreal), had been that complicated, right
I'm the one everyone counts on.
Oh, most of the time, they don't know why they do it. They just trust me. Wish everyone was like that. Because the people who do? Are messed up. Seriously. I would say that they suck, but, well.... let's just say that I've seen too many people who suck, literally, to throw that word around like other kids my age. Back to those messed up people who count on me. Who does that? Who counts on a frickin' teenager to save their hides? Can't they take care of things themselves? I mean, come on, I have school. You know, classes? If I don't actually do my work, and study, I will be royally screwed for th
She knows she's not supposed to do it, but she just can't resist.
Really, they ought to know better. The box right there, positively screaming to be opened. What's a girl to do? Surely she shouldn't just leave it there. After all, everyone deserves to know what's inside. It can't be anything that bad. It's probably something lovely, and they told her not to open it just to peak her curiosity. Yes, that must be it. It must be their idea of a joke. Surely even Athena, scary and practical though she may be, can make a joke, right?
She knows she's not supposed to do it, but she just can't resist.
So what if her new husband said not to op
Hetalia: Germany vs. Slovakia by jellolids, literature
Literature
Hetalia: Germany vs. Slovakia
Name: Michaela (Mika) Mladá
Nation: SLOVAK REPUBLIC (SLOVAKIA)
Age: Appearance is about 19.
Hair: Dark brown, slightly wavy, ends at about her waist. Often, she stuffs it up in a braid or ponytail because she finds it annoying. Actually, she habitually does this.
Eyes: Dark blue. It's a rather intense coloration, but it suits her.
Race: Slavic (i.e. Caucasian with slightly darker coloration)
Height: 160 cm (5'3" for America's and United Kingdom's sake)
Build: Slim. Very slim. It is tempting to call her a stick. She is not particularly "well-endowed"
History: Michaela (or Mika, as she prefers to be known) is the