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Sonja I don't generally like loud places.It's been that way since I was born. My mom said I'd even hush the cat when she'd cry, because I just had to have my peace. As I grew older, I started to loosen up a little. Let's just say that I wasn't rushing to heavy metal concerts. When I got to be old enough to do anything legally, I started to bar wander. It's like bar hopping without the hangover, because I don't drink. I'd pick a place that I liked the music flowing out of and I'd sit in for a few hours until the noise rose above the music. Then I'd leave. And so on, and so forth. I'd go back to my apartment and take a bath, relaxing as I'd listen closely to the sound of popping bubbles and running water. At work, I'd daydream about what it would be like if I was just like everybody else, and I have to tell you something. If the truth is anything like those daydreams, I'm proud to be different.
Thankfully, my parents loved me enough to allow me a pass on major holid
Repayment for Sis Vaia The dancing girl was resting on the pillows. It wasn't time to regale the king yet. Though she had an idea of what he would want, she didn't want to be presumptuous and spoil her performance. Nor did she wish to lose her pretty head from where it sat upon her shoulders. The monarch always seemed keen to behead beautiful women if they ceased to impress him the way they once did. That was why this particular lady had kept her best talents hidden. Whether it was in the king's bed or in her regular performance space, she kept her abilities meted out so that he saw her body's beauty and became entranced before she threw in a bit of talent to throw him off the trail of there being more to her than her lovely shape and face. At that point in time, she needed the king to think she was a simple dancing girl. At least her escape plans were coming along nicely enough. She didn't want to hang around forever, after all. She was quite content to do wha
Missing: One White Female Her eyes felt like they were on fire. Who knew that being this lonely would make her eyes react? She'd been watching television all day and now she understood just how bad lonely was supposed to feel. She guessed she'd really done it this time, what with how the woman she loved just dropped everything and left her sitting there on her couch. What had she said? 'When Hell gets a make-over and freezes over?' That sounded about right. Frannie always was a bit on the dramatic side. But that's what she got for being with someone who wrote dramas for a living. She knew Frannie'd be back. She always came back. Every time she left, she used that same line. That apocalyptic line that rang in her ears when her Frannie would shout it at her and slam the door She'd come back. She always did.
So, here she'd sit and wait on Frannie to change her mind like she always did. But after a few d
+ Kiss Me, Baby + I've never really gotten the hang of telling anyone my personal business except my sister and, by this point, she's been dead and buried for ten years at least. I don't know why I did what I did, but looking back on it I don't think I can bring myself to regret the decision. What I can say though is that, without this one action I don't know if I'd even understand half of what my life's been really and truly been about. So, now I'm here, this tape recorder is running, and I get the distinct impression that I should be recounting my experience and I should be making it interesting. Unfortunately that was Diana's forte, not mine. My sister was actually the one person who could have helped me entertain you while pouring out my guts, but I suppose you'll just have to grin and bear it while listening to me.
When I was sixteen year
Slither Happy Soul The slow chill of the music made her body smooth itself out as it danced. She almost felt as though her heart was all in for this dance, as if her heart had decided that its home was no more in her chest than it was beating on the street. As the music hummed within and through her, it seemed as though every fiber of her was singing. Her hands were sighs, her legs whispers, and her head a breeze that none could follow unless they understood it themselves. And if they didn't understand after watching her masterful taking of the whole thing, they never would.
Her hips fluidly rolled, one side to the other, languid and reposed. She felt the movements before they happened and everything was working in tandem for her. Her life was melding with her dancing and, for once, there was something in her life she could handle happening to her. She
The End of the Beginning "I lost the man I loved today." Sitting in that hospital room as the machines flat-lined was the most depressing day in their forty year marriage. It was worse than the time he wrecked the car and almost ran over their son, the day their son was killed in that war he signed up for or even her many trips to the psychiatric hospital. All of that was very painful, but this was by far the lowest point. Her hands had politely folded as the doctor explained what her next course of action should be. The life insurance he had gotten back when they were first married had matured to a nice tidy sum, so she wasn't worried about burying him. On the plus side, at least she knew she could live comfortably off of the remainder. Mainly because it was just her in the world now. And that was days ago. Now she was standing in front of all of his old friends, business partners and family giving this long drawn
Dancing With Whisky (JackSparrowxReader) One-Shot
It was unbearably hot on the Black Pearl. The sun’s rays made your skin fry like a fish on a skillet. Mmmm you could actually go for some fish right now. As you leaned against the railing of the ship, you closed your eyes and figured that you might as well get a tan while you were out here. The ship swayed gently from side to side as it kept on moving throughout the ocean. Thankfully the sea was calm in the afternoon and you didn’t have to worry about a wave bringing the entire ship and its crew down.
Even though you had been a pirate for almost your entire life, you were still a little nervous around the sea. The water was unpredictable. It could be purifying and be used for all sorts of remedies that witches had but it could also destroy and take out thousands of ships without a single breath. You had learned that the hard way when you watched from a castaway boat your parents fighting for their lives during a terrible storm.
The water giveth, and the water taketh.
Feel the Beat (Dave x Deaf!Reader)
Dave hadn't seen his best friend, well besides Egderp, (Y/N) in so long he'd forgotten how beautiful she was. The last time he could actually remember her was on the playground in pre-school. The little pigtailed girl who always seemed to be carrying a box of chocolate-coated animal crackers; it wasn't what he was expecting to see after 15 years but this definitely wasn't what he thought about either.
Her figure had filled in some, her figure was an average figure that women commonly had. Her hair was (length), (style) with a few blue highlights added into it. A smile was plastered on her face as she stood in his doorway but it was clear she was as shocked as Dave.
"Dave, oh my gosh!" Her voice still had that weird, deep ring to it. No judgement, he thought it was kinda interesting. It was like that back in pre-school too and maybe she just never grew out of it.
"It's been a while, yeah. Do you wanna come in?" He cocked his head, remaining cool but behind the shades he was
England x Reader - Drowning
“So leave that click in my head
And I will remember the words that you said
Left a clouded mind and a heavy heart
But I was sure we could see a new start” – Hopeless Wanderer, Mumford & Sons
Arthur looked outside.
The cars passing by so fast that a trail of lights was drawn behind his retinas, making him blink to the papers in front of him, suddenly unbearably white, the black letters becoming indistinct in his view. He closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for them to come back to normal, but his vision kept blurry even after that. Work seemed to be getting the best at him, after all.
For a moment, he considered pushing the entire desk away – the paperwork, his computer, the overflowing agenda, spilling little notes and some of its pages – his fingers hovering, nearly trembling with anticipation, close to the old mahogany, almost touching it, before he drew back, sitting down properly once more.
He was supposed to be the responsible one, wasn
2P!ItalyxPregnant!Reader - Names Matter
((There’s only a suggestion of blood and stuff in this because, y’know, 2P!Italy… ))
“Having fun there?”
Luciano looks up from sharpening his favourite throwing knives with a little smile playing on his lips. “Si. They were getting kind of blunt, so…” he shrugs, “I thought I’d sharpen them.” He continues to do so, but then looks back up, “…What? What are you staring at?”
“Luciano, you promised,” you say, frowning at him as you gesture to the baby name book on the table. “You said you’d look through it with me when you got back…”
Just before he had gone out on a little killing spree with Lutz and Kuro he had promised to spend some time with you when he got back to help you look for names. He also promised not to put blood in his pasta sauce, but you’re not sure he’s going through with that promise. No pasta sauce for you right now.
“We have lots
Math Teacher!Germany x Student!Reader: Math Tests
You sighed and stared at the homework your teacher had given you. He was Mr. Beilschmidt and unfortunately he was the teacher for your worst subject in school.
Oh, how you hated math. It would've been easy if it wasn't combined with letters and some shit that looked like some ancient writing.
Mr. Beilschmidt nearly gave everyone in the class F's which made people hate him. But for you he gave you a C-. He said that he gave you it 'because he was being nice'. But for you, it meant so much more. Truth is, you actually liked him. Not because he gave you a grade that wasn't an F, but because he wasn't as rough with you as he was with the others.
You walked to math class a little bit worried and waited to come in. You sat right where his projector and desk were at. Except the desk was a bit far back. Either way, you were in his view.
"Class, today we'll be doing (Lesson Here)." He announced to the class turning on the projector and putting a sheet of paper on the table. "
HetaliaxAdhd!Asperger!Reader Part 4
HetaliaxAdhd!Asperger!Reader Part 4
"Ve what's going on?" Feliciano said getting worried
"I dunno, call the nurses" Alfred said, Feliciano nodded and pushed the button and then ran out of the room to get more nurses here. Alfred put you down on the bed, you were shaking and lost control over your body.
Feliciano came back with two nurses, one of them was the one they already knew by now.
"What happened?" One of them asked
"Ve she fainted just all of sudden" Feliciano said, the nurse mixed up some medicine and put it in an injection.
"Wait don't you think that's too much?" The nurse asked
"Of course not, and why do you care" The nurse asked annoyed trying to catch your arm. Alfred got suspicious when he saw how the other nurse reacted on the medicine you were going to get. She was about to press the needle in your skin until "Nurse (random name) you're nedded on the 2nd floor"
"Dammit, you take care of this" The nurse cursed, she gave the injection to the kind nurse and walked out. The
EnglandXReader: Finding Alfred (And Matthew)
You smiled, rubbing your stomach as your husband and you sat on the front porch of your new house. It had been a hectic move, but finally all the boxes were opened and the baby room was painted.
“So, _______, when you said you wanted an place with a view, you didn't think that we we're gonna get the whole forest, did you?” Arthur took a deep breath and coughed on that ‘fresh air’. To most people it smelled like manure. “Oh yeah. A man can breathe out here.”
Laughing you stood up and hugged him, giving him a small peck on the cheek.
The two of you sighed.
“So, you do like it, don't you?”
“I love it,” you amended. “But Artie, I know that the forest view is beautiful. And we have some great schools nearby but…”
Arthur held his breath, “But?”
“Do we really need so much space?”
“_________, poppet, these are our kids we're talking about. They deserve the best!” He kissed y
Colours [Levi x reader] Modern AU!
Spring-cleaning. Oh, how Levi loved it. The one time in the year when he had an excuse to use the vacuum cleaner at 4 A.M., just too get rid off fluff and crumbs. Yeah ... Let’s just say, the fun was only on his side. Being his wife wasn’t an easy job. Cleaning all day long and probably having the most stoic lover in the written history, you still loved this man. You weren’t really sure why you were in love with him, he just...was everything you had ever wished for. Excluding his cleaning obsession and ‘germ-phobia’. The faithful Saturday was marked with a red marker in his agenda, signalizing you to wear noise-cushioning headphones to black out the sounds of him swearing when his cleaning supplies landed on the floor or when he turned on the vacuum on full efficiency.
Grunting, you sloppily opened your eyes and rolled to the side, seeing that your husband had already left your side, the only sign that he stayed by you at night were the crumbled sheets tha
Lemonade (BrucexReader) One-Shot
It was Cinco de Mayo
Pillow case on his head
No more breathing time
An ambulance sped
Sped 'round every corner
Calling out his name
The sound of sirens echoed throughout the night, making all the neighbors wake up alarmed. The high pitched sound sent a stir throughout the small town and made everyone wonder what was wrong. Little Bruce Banner had bolted out of bed as soon as he had heard the sound. His small legs carried him as fast as he could as he ran to your house. His chocolate brown locks stuck to his forehead with sweat and he was panting like a dog while he ran. He followed the sound of sirens and ended up at your house that faced the corn fields.
The ambulance halted to a stop where men dressed in white piled into your house. He saw your mother exit your house with your father following quickly after her. Your mother had a crumpled up handkerchief in her hand that was clasped over her chest. She clung onto the post of the house, tears
Love's Not So... Ch 5
"A Muggle? Draco, I'd have never thought. . ."
" Of course you wouldn't have. That's what made Nadia so perfect! No one would ever suspect a Malfoy of being so perfectly matched with a Muggle, now would they? It was so easy to make excuses to see her. . .and be with her. I was free with her, Potter. Free. D'you know how wonderful that feels?" Draco's head was cocked to the side now and Harry could make out the remains of his crying.
"But then why did you - ?"
"Leave the baby on your front stoop? Oh, come off it Potter. You already know the answer to that. Think for once."
Harry sat back in the chair and confusion littered his face. He sat so long, he found absolutely no explanation for it. He turned back to Malfoy and said, "Honestly. I don't understand why."
"Oh fine. Be thick. It's because I knew you'd be able to take care of her,
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