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Nordics x Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?Nordics x Child!Reader Our Happy Little Fami- WAIT WHAT?
Note*= This is a Prologue.
You were walking with excitement in every step, you were skipping a little with how much excitement was filling through your small 5 year old body. Your older brother, Emil was taking you to the park for a special surprise that he had promised would be there. Through, you wouldn't say that you were 5 anymore, today was your birthday and Emil declared he was taking you to the park, considering he was the youngest male out of the 5 Nordics.
Just the park was in sight you ran over there, but slow enough to were Emil could keep an eye on you,
PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon
Rating: All Ages
OMG, I LOVE YOUR VOICE U SOUND SO HOT! ;)
Why don’t you just fess up and show us what you look like?
Can I make love to your voice?
Rating: I don't know..
But I know there's not really any violence...
And I don't think there's swearing in it..
There's no smut in it either.. so..
Have you ever thought about immortality?
Well then I can't blame you. People been thinking about it, how that they could never grow old, never worry about death.
But that's the bright part about it. But when there's an up.. There's a down.
Turning a page with only a few fingers, the 10 year old masked boy known as Cry was under a tree, scanning each and every word.
"What are you reading about?"
Cry looked up to see his friend, Pewdie.
"Immortality." Cry simply replied.
"Cool." Pewdie said. "But I got something to show you!"
Pewdie grabbed Cry's hand as he dragged Cry away from the tree.
Blame It On September. [Male!Ukraine x Reader]I can still see you standing there
Summer tangled in your hair
First week of July
First day of my life
It’s been a day since I’ve landed here in Kiev. Today is July 1 and I’m sure I need to do something because my parents kicked me out of the house today. They wanted me to tour the countryside that was a few minute trip from my place.
All I have is my iPod, a cellphone, my camera and some money in my backpack. I leaned by the window and took a light nap.
My voice shook when I said hello
And from that word, we couldn't take it slow
I still can't believe
The way you looked at me
I opened my eyes and I was near to my destin
England X ReaderYou wander down the hall of the conference hall. You mind is a jumble, the main thing on you mind is that England is here. You’ve had a crush on him for a while. You look up and see America standing in the hall. Maybe he can help you sort out your feelings.
“America” you shout waving
America looks at you and waves back. As you make your way toward him it occurs to you that America also has feelings for England. When you stand in front of America you mind is blank.
“Is there something you wanted to talk to me about” asks America
“Ah oh it’s nothing” you stutter as you start to walk away
Hetalia X Reader Todays MenuHetalia X Reader Today’s Menu
You wheel yourself calmly down the street. As you are moving your mind starts to think about your situation. Your name is (name). You live alone in your parents’ old house. Sometimes you find it hard to believe you were living an ordinary life. But then something happened and later your doctor told you, you had a genetic disease. It would slowly destroy your body. At this point you were alone. Your parents both passed away all your friends were busy with their lives. All you had was large inheritance your parent left you. It was more than enough for you to live happily but you didn’t want that.
Half!Dragon!King!ChinaxReader - The piece of JadeOnce upon a time, there was a little girl named <y/n>. <y/n> lived a happy life with her mother and father in a little hut next to a tree where peach blossoms would bloom every spring. She would smile and laugh and have fun, and everything was well.
But one day, <y/n>'s Mother got very sick.
One day, <y/n>'s mother called <y/n> into her room, where she lay in her bed, looking very pale.
"<y/n>, I have a special gift for you." Her mother reached under her pillow and pulled out a beautiful piece of green jade, a very important thing to nobles and wealthy people.
"Promise me, you will keep this, and never, never let it go, no matter how hard things may seem to get."
<y/n> Nodded and took the piece of jade, and fashioned it into a bracelet.
"And remember, that I love you. And I always will."
And then <y/n>'s mother died.
Soon after that, <y/n>'s father remarried, a woman
No Conductor of LightJohn had finished packing and had set his bag by the door before turning to Sherlock. The detective was sulking in his black armchair, a hair away from yelling at the telly. John walked over, blocking Sherlock’s view. Cupping the other man’s jaw tenderly, John tilted his head up until their eyes met then smiled.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” John asked yet again. “It’s only a small conference. I’m sure you would find it interesting to talk with some of my colleagues.”
“Boring,” Sherlock replied, waving a hand at John. “Besides, I have work here to do. W
With Friends Like TheseWhat is it about my choice of men? Is it something about me, the way I dress, the way I act? I mean, I’m not like Katy, who wears skirts so short they could pass for belts instead, or Denise who thinks that hot pants over tight leggings is a good idea - and with her thighs as well!
Yes, I like to wear boots - this pair in particular is one of my favourites, with the cuffs turned down to give it that special look, and yes I like to wear tight tops, but I don’t flaunt it - I think I make it look good.
And its Valentine’s Day for goodness sake, so red was the obvious colour for my outfit. A little cleavage, but now too muc
Reader x Sollux: Hanging in: part one-- defenselessHackie [ dH ] began pestering twinArmageddons [ tA ] at 07 : 56 P.M --
dH: guESS WHO GOT AN A ON THEIR REPORT~!
tA: 2houldnt you be, ii dunno, not wiith that 2creen name anymore?
tA: and drop the quiirk?
dH: i lIKE IT
tA: youre a very uniique human, ___.
dH: i'vE BEEN TOLD. *DH chuckles at Sollux, grinning sheepishly*
tA: you talk two nepeta lot, dont you?
tA: ii'm not complaiiniing, ju2t a 2iimple 2ugge2tiion that you 2hould hang out wiith other people.
dH: arE YOU SUGGESTING SOMETHING?
You popped homemade deep-fried chocolate coated sugar doughnut holes into your mouth, watching the screen as the little flashy text thing blinked. Your mouth quivered and you yawned, glancing over to your electronic clock. Make that NEW HOLOGRAPHIC clock, thanks to Aradia. Best moirail? Certainly!
8:12 P.M, March 12th, 2013. School out for spring break, go back on next Tuesday, one week from now. Sl
True Friends‘Where is France, mis amigos?’ Looking around in surprise, the other nations only shrugged, neither knowing nor caring why the French nation was missing. Frowning, Spain exited the European meeting, not really missing much, as they had been ending anyway.
Slipping into his car, Spain drove to France’s house, his frown deepening when France did not greet him when he drove up. Using the spare key given to him, Spain entered the mansion, calling out for his friend repeatedly, but receiving no answer. Opening the door to France’s room, Spain peered inside, spying France on his bed, curled into a ball, shaking slightly.
Rebecca's Ransom“mmmppphhh…” Rebecca groaned into her gag. The 19-year old girl sat on a hard wooden chair…somewhere. In all honesty, she had no idea where she was. A thick scarf was tied across her eyes, keeping her in the darkness. She’s had it on when she was brought here, and she’d had it on in the two days since then. Another scarf was pulled between her teeth, muffling her whimpers. It was only removed when they fed her, twice a day, one of her captors feeding the helpless girl.
Rebecca’s arms were lashed to the arms of the chair with rope. Her feet were similarly tied to the chair legs. Each coil of rope,
Eric's Mom Eric was walking with Bird Bones down the sidewalk and around the street corner to his house. At lunch time, Bird Bones invited herself over, as usual, because she didn't want her parents knowing that she had spilled spaghetti on her shirt during lunch time. She told Eric she would just blame it on him if her parents asked her about it later. To this, he rolled his eyes, but deep down enjoyed the idea of future company that day.
Always lonely. So lonely. He was always home alone in his dark, two-story house. Left to do housework and survive on microwave meals and yogurt. His parents owned a business and were constantly gone to meetings in d
Preview: Morning with MariaMaria woke up early this morning, after finding out her little pleasure yesterday; she wanted to have some fun with it. Making a large breakfast, consisting on mainly dairy products and eggs; she had a huge glass of milk, many eggs done in a variety of ways from Sunnyside up to having an omelet. She would stuff various kinds of gassy foods along the mixture as well, broccoli and eggplant being two of the main vegetables she could think off. After an hour of slaving away, her feast built for a kingdom was done.
She placed all the food trays on the table like a buffet, many different eggs were piled on the trays. She first started with a mountainous serving of scrambled eggs: her plate covered in the eggy mess, followed by a nice helping of cheese and hot sauce. Once she was seated, she basically went full hog. Shoving fork full after fork full, burping in between swallows. One thing to take note o
dwatyty zamykasz się wcale cię to nie bawi i czekasz z cierpliwością na moje odechcenie.
ty trzeźwo układasz myśl sklejasz ją betonem z kolejną trzeźwą myślą
ty jesteś zbyt
ty jesteś za
ty mnie irytujesz drażnisz więc krzyczę
ty mnie doprowadzasz do szału więc milczę
ja jestem sam.
zapachtwój zapach jest trochę gówniany.
wcale nie pachnie gównem,
a nawet zabiera mi wszystkie myśli.
ale mogę się nim zaciągać sporadycznie
na przystanku lub w tramwaju
no dobra, na kanapie czasem.
albo w wyobraźni
nigdy nie w łóżku i nie ciągle,
bo moja poduszka wcale tak nie pachnie.
gówniany jest bo taki piękny jest.
OchotaCzasami mam wielką ochotę. Nachodzi mnie zwykle po czterech do dna albo późno w nocy, kiedy nie ma już nikogo dookoła. Zdarza się w pociągu, ale tylko zimą i to po szesnastej. Nigdy natomiast nie mam jej rankiem. Może to świeżość powietrza lub ten zasrany odgłos budzika, nie wiem. Głównie chodzi o to, aby był nędzny nastrój, trochę samotności i jakiś niewielki bodziec zewnętrzny. Nawet miejsce nie jest ważne, można to zrobić szybko i bez zbędnych słów. Sposóbów jest naprawdę wiele
losTo potoczyło się tak dziwnie. Niepchnięte, nietknięte, nieruszone, niezmuszone, niezagrane, niewyreżyserowane, niewymarzone, niechciane. To potoczyło się tak dziwnie, wcale nie z górki. Potoczyło się pod górkę. Ale czemu się dziwić? Na pewno nie faktowi, że tak się stać miało. Tak właśnie się stać miało. Nie wierzę w przypadek, że to właśnie ty pojawiasz się każdego ranka i znikasz każdego popołudnia, zostawiając mi w ustach smak tanich papierosów. Los związał mnie z two
BzduraCzasami w życiu człowieka jest tak, że człowiek sobie coś ubzdura. Fajnie jest sobie coś ubzdurać. Żyje się wtedy w pełnym przekonaniu, że bzdura jest jedynym słusznym wyjaśnieniem wszystkich niewyjaśnionych wydarzeń, mogących przez przypadek być wyjaśnionymi niesłusznie, czyli nie tak, jak bzdura zakłada. Ubzduranie sobie ma to do siebie, że się narzuca i dopowiada, bez żadnych przeszkód składa się w jedną słuszną całość, zwaną bzdurą totalną. Człowiek, który
Sytuacja nie jest taka zła. Rozmawiamy ze sobą, śmiejemy się razem, kłócimy się. Czasami zdarzy się nam zjeść wspólnie obiad gdzieś na mieście. Park nie wchodzi w rachubę, jest zbyt normalny, a krzewia niezbyt gęste. Ale nie szkodzi. Codzienne rano, kiedy budzi mnie zapach kawy robionej specjalnie dla mnie, widzę ogromne drzewo tuż za oknem. Najczęściej to wystarczy, imitacje nie są takie złe, bywają prawdziwsze, niż oryginały.To życie jest bardzo proste. Rankiem mówię do zobaczenia i nie zapomnij kup
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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