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{Sunday Morning - Jake}{Sunday Morning - Jake}

song-fic - Jake x Reader

{- Sunday morning rain is falling -}

Jake cracked open his eyes in bed, [Name]’s head resting peacefully on his chest, going up and down as he breathed steadily. The comforter they shared was extremely warm, making him feel more relaxed than ever. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand which wasn’t around [Name], trying to wake himself up. He took his glasses from the bed-side table, slipping them on.

He looked outside the window, and saw that there were dark clouds forming in the normally bright skies, a few drops of rain starting to fall down.

Rain on the last day of the weeke

Never Leave Me JapanxReader

With the gentle, evening, summer rays warming our skin, the blackcap, garden warbler and mistle thrush calling to each other, and the faint breeze giving the air a quaint freshness, it's no wonder that we were invited round to Arthur's to drink tea in his garden. Specifically, he'd invited his fellow tea drinkers: Yao, Kiku and myself, [Name]. The four of us sat in ornately carved, metal chairs round a matching table with a large parasol sprouting from the centre, its fine, silk-like texture and washed-out white colouring above our heads like the sails of pirate ships (oddly enough, one of Arthur's past professions). The e

What it Was Before -OHSHC FIC(HostsxReader)You sat with a group of girls from your class. Now where exactly where you guys sitting? You guys were sitting on one of the highly expensive furniture that were placed in Music room 3, the venue where the Host Club did what their club did, which was, well, hosting. (What else did you think they did? Fly into the world of rainbows and unicorns?)

In truth actually, you weren’t even that close to the girls here. You barely talked to them, let alone hung out with them. But yet, here you were, sitting between two girls trying to blend in and act like a side character that isn’t important at all. You seemed to be doing a good job, since

{Sunday Morning pt. 2 - Jake}{Sunday Morning pt. 2 - Jake}

song-fic - Jake x Reader

{- But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do -}

[Name] sighed as she sat on the couch in the living room, looking at her laptop screen, her dealing with bills and the mortgage. She was not getting any breaks, her working 3 part-time jobs, each job doing with [insert profession here], with the hopes of getting a full-time job at one of them. She covered her face with her hands as she groaned in frustration. Stupid money, she thought. Each job had a decent amount of salaries. It kept a roof over her head, food on the table, bed to sleep in, water, electricity. Jake also w

Male!Belarus x Reader: Just a Nuisance Chp. 4

The new couple walked towards the main building laughing and being completely disgusting. Well, thats the one who was observing this scene in the shadows thought anyway. Thats when he kissed her. Right on the school steps. Thats also when the watcher's heart felt as if someone plunged a knife into his chest, twisting it deeply. He'd finnaly realized what kind of a nuisance this girl was. He slid down onto thr tree nearby and clutched his head. He tried to picture his dear sister, but only her face hung in the back of his mind. Why? Why, should he care? If you were occupied with his sissy big brother, you wouldn't be in the way as much. He'd h

{Sunday Morning pt. 3 - Jake}{Sunday Morning pt. 3 - Jake}

song-fic - Jake x Reader

{- That may be all I need -}

Jake sat on the couch and watched as [Name] jumped around their apartment from the excitement of the job that she had gotten just a couple hours ago. They went out to [insert ideal date here], and the smile that was plastered onto [Name]’s face the whole time was enough for Jake to just melt right in front of her. Despite the rain that was falling, despite hard times in life, despite troubles between the two, Jake knew that he and her were bound by love through their whole lives, even if they were separated.

[Name] decided to put on a movie, clicking

Stand Tall (PDC)He does this sometimes.
I'll wake up, and see his sillhoette in the middle of the night, just sat there on the edge of our bed, silence lingering around him darker than the shadows. It's like his mind sails away on an endless ocean, leaving him stranded amidst the waves of his thoughts, as they toss him around, swell over him, until he feels like he's drowning in air.
And he'll just... wait. Sometimes I'll hear him sniff, and wipe tears from his eyes, or rest his head in his hands.
Sometimes he'll start... whispering.
I know he doesn't want me to hear, or else he'd have said it to me. He's always honest and open with me - about everything, an

Standing Up (Bully!RussiaxReader)Standing Up (Bully!RussiaxReader)
**Some swears here 'n there, and some violence :V

“Al, I’m gonna do it”

“____! Y-You can’t! I-Ivan’s the meanest bully in our whole school! You can’t stop him!”

“You’re supposed to be a hero.” You remind him.

“….This is different…” Alfred muttered.

“How so?” You questioned, putting your hands on your hips,

“…” Alfred went quiet.

“Exactly. Now, there he is, harassing students, like usual. If he beats me up, call 911 or something, ‘kay?” You say to a shuddering Alfr

Of Loving Nightmares (UsUk)An occasional cry of fear escaped the tossing and turning figure on the bed, clearly caught in the throes of a vicious nightmare. The cries increased in volume, as the door was thrown open, and a tall figure rushed over to the bed, immediately gathering the sleeping figure into their arms.

‘It’s alright, I’m here, and it’s alright.’ They cooed quietly, not even flinching as the sleeping figure lashed out, punching them in various places. The comforting words worked their way into the sleeping figures brain, and the cries and struggles ceased, as the person awoke. Emerald green stared deep into cerulean blue, tim

Yogscast Fanfic- Long Walk HomeThe mage's glowing eyes were clouded by unshed tears. The bright purple cast a steady coloring to the surrounding ground. The still-smoking crater gaped before him, where his home once stood. Correction, where their old home once stood.

Only now... It was probably only Rythian himself left. She was the one who stayed behind. It should have been him, not her. The chances of her surviving were slim, yet he still let her try. Some partner I am...

The last of his metaphorical mask crumbled to dust, he let his emotions flood his insides. They were trapped, wanting to be let out. They succeed in the form of tears and heavy sobs. Dropping to his k

Male!Belarus x Reader: Just a Nuisance Chp. 3

Your P.O.V

I sighed and spinned the combination lock. My hand ached from writting everything I had to say, due to the irritating loss of my voice. My locker opened and a white paper fluttered out;

I have something that belongs to you. Well, your names written on it anyway. I have math last period in room 109. I'll be waiting there, so come by and pick it up.

Must have left something there. Great, now I have to walk all the way over to the other building. I gave a final sigh and began walking towards the math building.

??? P.O.V

"One more thing to do then I can go home," I sighed as I left the classroom. It was my week to assist Mrs.P

A Christmas Story“Aunt Punzie! Can you tell us a story, please?” With pleading eyes the seven-year-old boy asked. The boy beside him, who was two years younger, nodded and looked at her expectantly.
Rapunzel laughed. “Alright, alright. Why don’t you go sit by the fire with Alva first?” she suggested and the boys excitedly ran towards Alva, who was the two boys’ six-year-old sister. Rapunzel wiped her wet hands on a piece of cloth and walked towards them. She sat on an armchair and smiled brightly at them. “Now, what story would you like to hear?” she asked, just as two adults entered the living room.
“Mom! Dad!” The three kids shouted as they ran towards the newcomers, who greeted them with delight. Rapunzel stood up and looked at them with a small smile. After much hugging and greetings, the trio of kids returned to their seats. Merida and Hiccup approached the blonde woman and greeted her.
“Did they cause you any trouble?” Hiccup

DiagnosesDiagnoses

I know what you're up to Ian.
Stop trying. It's working too good.
That's not who you are.
You're trying to seem innocent and be the caring one when really,
The caring one is me.

January 2013
Anthony was sitting on his brown leather couch, a ball of fur curled up next to him. The house silent, the other living roommates out. The atmosphere consisted of small, faint purrs from the sleeping feline and the tatter of texting emitting from Anthony's IPhone. A knock disrupting the peace and serenity of the area. The tall brunette man gently lifted himself off of the warm couch and slipped on his sandals, heading to the origin of said kno

Get It Together (PDC) Part 2“Who’s who?” Amber asked, giving me a smile that was almost… suggestive. I almost blushed a little. I- I mean… normally I’d write slash alone, or at least with a full continent between me and my roleplay partner but…
“Ohh, this is gonna be fun…” I repeated, hissing through my teeth, almost… nervous, what the hell… I rubbed the back of my neck, and then shook away the notions reddening my cheeks. “I’ll take Pewds. You take Cry?”
“Gladly,” she answered, giggling a little.
Once again I just looked over, and then rolled my eyes, and smirkin

Unrequited Love? (Tamaki x Kyoya)He lusted after him. He wanted to feel his body under his, to hear moans and pants spill from those beautiful lips as he pleasured him until he came, screaming his name to the gods. He desired Tamaki, and by Ra he would be his! Except, his thoughts were in vain, for Tamaki would never be his, no matter how much he craved.

So, he would be the ever silent shadow, his heart breaking every day, but he always remained, regardless of his feelings. Unfortunate for the love-struck fool, his plight did not pass unnoticed, and soon a plan began to take place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘Kyoya~! W’ere are ‘ou going?&

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Love's Theme

by *DeactivatedAndGone, Sep 28, 2012, 11:01:14 PM
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Warm engulfing embrace, caressing as if it were lace… My body though the heat does effuse, my heart still doth refuse. Burn me up to a crisp with the blaze; let my eyes with death be a glaze. Flames swallow me until my body is burnt and hollow, for I will not live to see tomorrow.
The chill I cannot tolerate, your glance once passionate now holds hate. Where is the fire? Oh that lustful desire! Now all I see is the bitter glare; please bring back the ardor in that stare! Instead of love you are ice, full of malice and vice.
The way you made me feel, my soul into the air began to reel! I miss the weightless sensation that used to bring about extreme intoxication. Like a bird taking flight, my heart thudded with all its might. You set my heart alight.
But here I am on the street, with my tear drops pattering at my feet. I look into your lit windowpane, and I feel my heart begin to wane. Oh losing you was the worst pain, but loving you was my bane. So I'm sitting in this urban scene, remembering that romantic dream.
This fiery, icy theme has kept my heart flying to your room, crying at your feet.

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For a prompt for #Unseen-Writers

I decided to use all the prompt key words...just to see what came up. Turned out pretty good I think. Fire, ice, flight, and urban were the prompt words.

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~Deus-Suetonius Sep 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

my dear, this is only a prose because of the format

if you reformated it, it's easily a very wonderful AABB style poem

*DeactivatedAndGone Sep 30, 2012 Professional Writer

bah! you evil thing! lol jk...c'est la vie...it's another addition to my gallery. I only write for fun...and the occasional prompt.

~Deus-Suetonius Sep 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

But I lurves eet :C

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mission accomplished...

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Very well crafted and elegantly designed. Job well done.

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Thank you dear heart.

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