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In the Rain - England x Reader
The school bell had rung throughout the school, telling the students that school was over and that the weekend was here. Students started to flood out of the classrooms and into the hallway. You waited for everyone to finally get out before you made your way down the now half empty corridor. With your bag on your shoulder, you listened to the never ending rain outside but kept your ears open to any comments that were about you.
"Look at her, she's so weird!" That was one.
"I know right!? She never says anything, and it doesn't look like she's got any friends." These comments were always around and during the time you had been in high school, you had gotten used to the rude comments about you. You were someone who wouldn't say something unless it was completely necessary. You believed that if you didn't have anything nice to say, then you shouldn't say anything at all. Despite this, your classmates only thought that you were strange because of this. Because of your lack of words, they m
Dark!America x Mute!Reader - Together RQ
Alfred was never the same after that accident from a few years ago. I had to witness it as it happened. It almost put me in the hospital but im glad to be alive but I had to pay a small price for it. I lost my voice.
Losing my voice was the hardest for me for a few weeks. I had to learn sign language to communicate with people; if they knew it that is. I couldn’t talk again after I finally was ready to go into voice acting. it hurt to say or send a message to the people about how I couldn’t talk.
They laughed at me and never contacted me again. I had tears in my eyes knowing I could not achieve my dream.
Rolling in bed I look out the window seeing it was raining. Alfred must have done something to make the weather be like this.
Sighing I get up from bed rubbing my throat wondering what would happen if my voice came back. It’s been years but I can always wish. Right?
Stretching from being awoken by the rain pelting on the window you got off your bed
Geek x Pervert?! France x WaitressReader
Your family had owned the café for years and once you got out of school you started your shift. You slung your messenger bag over your body and quickly sped out of the classroom, trying to get as far from the perverts as is humanly possibly, running around the bloody place you looked like Usain Bolt! In all honesty, you thought of yourself as a super hero, geek by day, waitress by night! And yes, you wore things like glasses just to keep your face hidden from the public eye. You hid yourself from mainly the male species, but kept yourself a whole 200 ft away from one male in particular.
Francis Bonnefoy. Or what you liked to call him, the annoying French pervert; AFP for short .
He was well known amongst your school, particularly the female crowd. With long, golden blonde hair and glorious blue eyes, and that 'to die' for sexy accent, who wouldn't fall for him?
Every other girl may of fallen for his so-called 'charms', but you were a different story. Countless of gi
I'll Wait [Makoto x Reader]
The night breeze caressed her warm cheeks as if on a compliment. She sighed, feeling relaxed as minutes passed by. (Name) was at the beach. She had been invited by her friends for a swimming training camp – they belonged to the Iwatobi Swimming Club and this training camp was already a pattern for them. Nagisa, Rei, Haruka and Makoto were part of that team and she was one of the closest friends of them. Gou and Ama-sensei had come too, since they were also part of the team. Rin and a few other Samezuka High students had become part of the same training camp – she was glad that Rin and Haru were friends again. Rin was actually a good person and she considered him her friend.
She was glad they invited her for their training camp – it just proved that they liked her as much as she does, so when they invited her, she was really happy. Her parents didn’t want to let her come, but thanks to Nagisa, they end up allowing her. Because, she thought, how could someone
Don't delete my numberDon't delete my number.
I want you to keep it for as long as you can.
Until looking at it as you scroll down in your contacts becomes too unbearable.
Until it hurts in places you never knew you had.
Until you internally bleed and your skin bruises deep purple and blue.
I don't know how long it will take you—maybe tomorrow, next month, or next year.
But when you have finally had enough and go to delete it forever, text me first just to tell me so.
Don't give me time to reply, just press send and delete.
Because only then will you know just how I felt when I deleted yours.
Don't reply to this Facebook message.
Even if you do, I won't be able to receive it because you'll be long blocked by then.
What you don't understand is that I must do this.
I have to keep pushing you away because it's the only thing I know how to do.
This kind of pain is the only thing I can feel sometimes.
And I'm beginning to like it.
But don't worry. Please, don't worry.
Reader x Cheren: StuckWalking out of the theater, I heard the familiar buzzing from my bag that meant the Xtransceiver was ringing. I sat down on a bench beside the path as I pulled it out. Who would be calling me this time of night? I wondered.
“Hello?” I asked as the picture blinked on.
It was Cheren! I did a mental check: I brushed my hair this morning, check. Put on makeup today, check. I admit it, I’d had a thing for Cheren ever since I defeated him in our gym battle, months ago.
“_____! Hi. Do you happen to be near Nimbasa City right now?” Cheren asked. His words came out rushed, as if he was nervous about something. It took a moment for me to decipher what he had just said.
“I’m actually just leaving the musical theater. Why?” His nervousness set me on edge. Was something happening in Nimbasa? Was team plasma up to something again?
It seemed like Cheren blushed a little bit, but it was probably just my imagination. “I... was just wondering. Um, wo
The Power of the Light part 1Chapter 1: Typical Day in Paris
Darkness. That was all that the girl saw as she was floating in what seemed to be a sea of darkness.
‘This dream again…’ thought the girl.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, reveling them to be black.
‘Why…why do I keep having this?’ thought the girl.
In a flash, she found herself in a town during the starry night as the girl was reveled more in looks.
She had long brown hair down to her waist which had dark purple and blue breads in it, a dark purple hair clip, and was wearing a diamond heart shaped necklace, a dark purple top, a jacket with blue at the top chest part and grey on the bottom and sleeves with a blue line on the sleeves, a grey belt with a blue raccoon symbol on it and purple in the middle, a blue bag, dark purple gloves with grey bands around them, dark blue jeans, and knee high dark purple boots with grey outlines on the top.
The girl blanked as she looked around the town.
“This place a
A Day at the OfficeDr. James Coleman sat in his office, behind his desk, filling out a prescription and signing it.
"There you are, Mrs. Myers. Take that twice a day until the tube runs out, or until your itchy feet stop. It should be gone in one to two weeks".
"Thank you, doctor!" said Mrs. Myers, the plump, elderly woman got to her feet and shuffled towards the door. The doctor got up and opened it for her. "Have a nice day ma'am", he said.
"Yes! Thank you!"
The doctor sat back down at his desk. Someone knocked.
A cute girl about seventeen entered, wearing a white T-shirt with pink and blue hearts on it, and a pair of very small cutoff jeans, that clung to her cute ass and showed off smooth legs. Her hair was a delicious blond. She carried a tray with her.
"Hi daddy! Here's your coffee", she said.
"Thanks, Sweetheart", Dr. Coleman said. He stared at his daughter. She looked kind of dreamy.
"HE'S out there..." she said, in a sort of soft, wafty voice.
Dr. Coleman frowned. "
crumbledshe had strawberry blonde hair and short bangs that framed her face, and i loved her more than i loved the creamy craters of the moon.
i wondered what it was like to have someone love you back and to have them grasp your hand when they were at their weakest and when air filled their lungs to the point where they were spluttering and gasping for help.
her name was may and she was intoxicating, she was my galaxy of reptilian stars and she was above all my best friend. but she didn’t love me back.
i remember her lying beside me and putting her hands over my ears, and i watched her lips move and sparkle like a hidden diamond that i hadn’t seen before, and i was the desperate miner that was aching for more.
she had called me that night when the curtains in my room were blowing and dancing, and she had told me about someone named david. and i could feel her heartbeat and her immediate love for someone else, and i could feel myself withering and becoming more fragile than i ever w
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