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Dance I'm a kitty cat~ Denmark x Reader

(Name) Pulled her keys out of her bag and unlocked her best friend’s home, as she entered she heard several thumps and assumed it was Mathias and a certain Norwegian man fighting.

Correction; it was probably Lukas choking Mathias with his own tie. With a sigh she set down the cake she had brought over for Emil’s birthday.

Just then (Name) heard her name called and heard a small thump coming from the stairs. Walking over she spotted something that immediately made her cry out in surprise.

“M-mathias!?” She stared at the male climbing down the stairs one by one like they were a cliff. He was now about 2 ½ in

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

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: you?
dH: biNGO!
tA: 2houldnt you be, ii dunno, not wiith that 2creen name anymore?
dH: yeAH...
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?
dH: ...yeAH.
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

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

ImmortalWarnings: None
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?

Reader x Sollux: Hanging in: Part two"HURRY UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!" Collin practically shouted at you and you groaned, flinging a dollar coin at him from under your bed.
"I AM hurrying!" you spat back at him, digging through more stuff.
"Well get more money. One dollar won't bu churros for four people!"
"Try two humans, a troll, and a half-robot, half-human." Melody said, petting your brother on the back.
"I found twenty bucks." you said, popping back out and waving the bill in the air.
"Perfect!" Melody chimed, taking it and putting it into her jeans pocket, swiping the coin from Collin. "Also, new message."
-- twinArmageddons [ tA ] began pestering defenselessHackie[ dH ] at 12 : 07 P.M --
tA: ii've been 2tandiing at your door for liike ten miinute2. what are you doiing?
dH: noTHING IMPORtANT. WE'LL BE OUT THERE IN A MINUTE.
tA: 'we'?
dH: i'lL EXPLAIN LATER.
tA: 2ure, whatever.
-- twinArmageddons [ tA ] ceased pestering defenselessHackie[ dH ] at 12 : 10 P.M --
"Shall

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.

ImmortalTitle: Immortal
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..
Words: 936

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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.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
---Years ago---
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

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.

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

&ldq

MuteThere's nothing too horrible in here in my opinion, but some things don't bother me as much as they do others so... I'll just go with 12+ rating-wise. No pairings.

~~

The light on the computer screen slowly petered out for the night as Cry took his headphones off his head and rested them on the desk. The last recording session wasn't very exciting... or... it was, he just didn't find himself talking all that much, like he usually did.

He didn't want to.

Letting out a long sigh, Cry stepped away from the desk and plopped down onto his bed. He closed his eyes and was asleep before he could stop himself.

That night, Cry dreamed. It was earl

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

It's Elementary!It all started on one September afternoon.

John and Sherlock had been living together for quite some time now, and the detective had gotten used to the various females that appeared around their flat now and then – John's girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, patients, relatives of patients, and basically every other girl within a half mile. However, he could sense that this time, it was something different. She didn't seem as if she was John's love interest; they seemed to be on more of a casual basis, so it could be easily assumed that they were colleagues.

“Sherlock, this is Joan...” John said, leading her into the living room t

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,

If I Had Heaven on Speed DialThe gulls near me make a terrible racket over a few crumbs someone left along the beach. I wait with my brand-new phone held tightly in my hand and against my ear, afraid I'll miss the answer on the other side. So far, all I hear is continuous ringing. The tide is high, and all the vacationers are enjoying their picnics and games less than a mile up the beach. They make as much racket as the gulls, but it's the kind of noise that city people bring with them no matter where they go, corrupting such a beautiful day while they trick themselves into thinking all they want peace and quiet. To escape into the roar of the tide, I had made my way down to the high rocks on the edge of the beach where the waves crash against the sun washed boulders.
I dare to look at my watch, wondering if anyone is ever going to pick up on the other line. “Come on...come on,” I mumble to myself.
I had climbed the safest looking rock and sat at the edge with

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Just a thought...

by ~Holy-Night, Apr 21, 2004, 9:42:34 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

There is nothing new, I enter my room, nothing changes. There is a slight chill in the room, but it is nice to finally find an haven from the heat. Nothing really to do. Old writings lay all over the floor, cans of Mountain Dew are the only real color that can be seen. Walking through the mess, I turn to see someone else in the room. I know this person so little, but even so, I still move closer. My voice seems to be gone, but still there is something I want to say.

There is so much beauty held in that face, body that has no flaws, everything is perfect. Just moments more, my life is filled with happiness, but still do I hold something back. The fear of losing anyone close is always present, that is why I could not tell you as much. I thought I would be able to get over this fear with a simple hug, but nothing in life is ever simple.

Still do I look on, hoping to find answers in your eyes. Nothing. There is so much that I feel but still do I find nothing to talk about. Maybe that was my biggest mistake. With all happiness, there must follow with sorrow. I just did not want it to come so fast. Then there we stood, alone in the rain. It was just something in your voice that shattered my heart. There was nothing I could do and it made me feel weak; weak and alone in the world again.

Running as fast as I could, I found hatred for everything in the world. I hated life, I hated myself, but no matter what I said, I could not hate you. It was something about you, while it hurt to think about it, there was just something about you that I could not hate. I am not sure anymore of what is to be and what is here, but now all I can really hope for is a change...

At a new life
With you there...

Just a thought...by ~Holy-Night

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This is just something Ihave been working on...Not sure if it is done though...

~hide-chan Jun 9, 2004

Again, a very beautiful but sad piece. Feels very -real- Excellent work

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~ZeeAngel Apr 22, 2004

daamn.. what a poem... i love it...

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~Exodus-2220 Apr 21, 2004 Writer

oh man. You have a beautiful way with words. This piece is soo wonderfully written. and what a way to end it.

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~Holy-Night May 18, 2004 Writer

For some reason I am not really sure what my words hold until I am able to look back and see it from a different view. Thanks...

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