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Faces in the DirtHe draws faces in the dirt with the toe of his boot. A dejected sigh escapes, her boredom overflowing like the snot trailing from his pink nose.
"Are you quite finished, dear?"
He coughs up another swirling river, painting over the newborn visages now left drowning in the mess of green. Another sigh fumes and her shoulders sink to the level of her evening.
A Simple Question, Revisited"Do you love me, Angel?"
Beverage spewed from his coughing mouth, desperately trying to keep himself from choking. His baffled look bade her to inquire again:
"Do you love me, Angel?"
It was a simple question, but not one so simply answered. Technically speaking -being what he was- he loved all of God's creation: Essentially everyone (save Satan and his minions of evil, of course). At the very least, the terms in his heavenly contract stated that he was supposed to, and that is the reply he gave her. She shook her head as if speaking with a child.
"I don't mean the Love Thy Neighbor sort of thing, silly. You know: The pinky promise, warm and fuzzy, makes you act like a giddy idiot kind of love," She looked up shyly, fluttering her eyelashes. "Do you love me like that?" His mouth opened open as if to respond, but he promptly shut it again. What could he possibly tell her? Certainly not the truth. A defensive tactic he had so mastered in life was the only option.
"What makes you a
ConcerningDid you know that ever since the day you sat there shivering, I had a hunch that you were secretly a male escort for a middle-aged, but disgustingly wealthy woman?
Did you notice how much you distracted me and made me wonder, sitting and staring at the back of your head, how a haircut could make a guy look that much cuter?
Did you realize how special you made me feel when you noticed little things about me, like the stripes on my socks and the way I swung my feet when I sat?
Did you ever think about how disappointed you made me when you didn't come all of those days or how excited and nervous I felt whenever I saw elsewhere?
Could you image my shock when I found out it was your last year or my confusion when I saw "you" again the next?
I bet you didn't.
"I can't believe I'm writing this." Grimacing, she saved the file and hoped no one would find it.
LettersShe had recently taken up the hobby of writing letters to no one in particular and then sending them in the same fashion. Many times she would often just start to write, or type in some cases, about whatever came to her mind at that moment, say a phrase or word or song, then continue to add and babble on about it. There was never a real point to the letters, at least, not until the very end did she find any hidden meaning behind all of it that would apply to someone out there.
After this was completed, she would turn to a page in the phone book, or go online if she was feeling very adventurous, and send her message to a random address and whomever her fickle finger fate had chosen. The letter would be sealed away and occasionally she would doodle an image upon the envelope if extra time was hanging about.
She never expected to get an answer or response from her potpourri of lunacy and mad wisdom. The only times she ever got anything back was from another nobody who lived in place calle
A Simple Question"Do you love me Angel?"
He spit out his beverage and coughed to keep from choking. He turned back to her with a conufsed look on his face, so she asked her question again.
"Do you love me Angel?"
He had to pause.Technically, being what he was, he loved everyone. Well everyone, except Satan and his minions of evil of course. At least... His heavenly contract said he was supposed to, and that's what he told her. She shook her head.
"I don't mean the Love Thy Neighbor sort of thing but, you know... The pinky promise, way-too-happy, makes you act like an idiot kind," She looked up shyly. "Do you love me like that?"
He opened his mouth to respond, but promptly shut it again. What was he supposed to tell her? Thinking quickly, he went on the defensive.
"Why do you want to know? Are you just curious or..." He glanced at her nervously. "Is there a chance that you love me...?"
She ponder for a few moments, then smiled cheerfully. "No reason," she luaghed and skipped off. He let ou
The Rainy Phone Call MeetIt was raining. Not too hard, mind you, but enough to cause those who walked the streets to take refuge under one thing or another. In the middle of the crowded square under a pink umbrella stood a girl dressed in black who seemed to be looking for someone. She scanned the crowd with only her eyes until she finally found him.
Her next victim.
He looked like any normal person in the square, save the fact that he wasn't under an umbrella. What made him so special to the girl? He was talking. Not to face to face with someone, but on a cell phone. Loudly.
The girl grinned.
"One... Two..." On the count of three, she dropped her umbrella, ran up to the young man, snatched the phone out of his hand, and said "'Ello? Deis iz Mona. My boy, he'z a lazy one. Cannut talk to ze likes of jew. Must work."
With a final 'Oodbye," she hung up and returned the phone to it's owner. Seeing the baffled and annoyed look on his face, she grinned reassuringly. "Don't worry about it. 'S not like you were
It will Rain Romano x Reader
It Will Rain
Romano x Reader
The Italian never did have much going for him, always sulking and cursing. But he did have the love his life and that was just fine for him. He couldn’t picture life without her. If she was gone, the world’s supply of pain killer wouldn’t do anything to numb what he would feel. It would take so much just to make him realize that she had left. He gave her everything that he possibly could so she wouldn’t leave, and if she ever did he would crash.
Her parents didn’t like her, he knew they didn’t. Her mother liked other guys she’d brought home to meet them, and her father didn’t ever look in his direction. He would do the same if he was them, sighing as he would watch his daughter fall in love with a undesirable. But he was willing to do whatever it took to call her his, even if he had to pick up every broken piece of glass in the world to prove it.
He never wants her to go, for as long
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 5
You woke up the next morning but stayed at bed, thinking of a plan to escape. Right then, you heard a knock at the door but you didn't care to answer.
"Hello?' the door opened slightly and a man peeked in.
The man wore a white mask with pitch black eyes and black feminine lips.
You were relieved that it wasn't Slenderman but you were scared of the masked man as there wasn't any weapon to protect you.
The man opened the door and stepped in, walking towards you.
"Are you... hungry?" he asked.
This time, you answered him by nodding. You were so hungry since yesterday and even refuse to talk when Slender offers you food which is a bad thing because you had to go through a night, sleepless while listening how hungry your stomach was.
"Okay, follow me." the man said and lead you to the hallway. You following from behind.
"I'm Masky. What's yours?" he asked but didn't get any responds. You were too thirsty to even talk.
Ones he brought you to the kitchen, you saw two men. The man you sho
make me proud. kageyama tobio x reader
Kageyama Tobio x Older Sister!Reader ;;
"Tobio. Can you toss for me?"
The young boy of 9 looked up to her older sister who gave him a small smile. He didn't mind giving tosses to her sister; it was fun — and it helped her practice. As far as he knew, his sister was volleyball player in her middle school and was the ace. She said she needed to work on her spikes, but he didn't understand why she needed to keep practicing it — considering that her spikes were the best. Well, in his opinion, anyway.
He shrugged his shoulders loosely. "Sure."
She grinned and went to the backyard, Tobio following in behind. And as they arrived in backyard, she turned to him, the grin still plastered on her face. "You ready?"
Tobio nodded his head and [Name] passed the ball to him and as the ball was coming towards him, he extended his arms up above his head, positioned his hands in a diamond formation, spread his feet about shoulder width apart, and as the bal
Guard!EnglandxChild!Reader - Breaking AttentionArthur Kirkland stood against the wall, his spine erect and his shoulders back. His chin was lifted, and the strap of his tall hat wrapped uncomfortably around it. Despite the summer heat and humidity, he was clad in a wool guardsman uniform. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he even felt it soak into his undershirt. He was used it, however; this was what he was required to do every day.
Arthur was a Queen’s Guard currently stationed on the westward side of Buckingham Palace. He didn't know the fellows that accompanied him on his wall, nor did he care to make their acquaintance. He would much rather let his mind wander to his childlike fantasies than associate with his own kind—or really any kind. He was a loner. He wouldn't deny it. But he didn't really mind. It seemed, to him, much less bothersome with no one around.
Arthur heard a voice that caused him to groan internally. A little girl's voice bounced off the wall behind him and into his eardrums. He hated childr
birthday kiss. oikawa tooru x reader
"Good morning, [Name]-chan~!"
Oikawa gave the girl a wave, but the girl merely looked away, trying her best to ignore him at all costs. Knowing that she was avoiding his presence, Oikawa entered the classroom and grabbed a chair and scooted next to her. Really close to her. Too close for her own comfort. But did Oikawa care? No, of course not. He never cares about anything but himself.
Which is why [Name] hated him.
"Do you know what day it is~?" he asked, paying no attention at how the girl was extremely uncomfortable by the space between them. Oikawa, however, saw the tint of blush appearing on her cheeks, and that only made him want to get closer to her even more.
"Friday." [Name] simply replied, or at least, tried to.
"Nope!" he exclaimed, that sadistic smile of his still plastered on his dreadful face. The students stared at the two
lovebirdsstudents, blinking at the scene. Though, this wasn't the first time Oikawa barged into their c
Knowledge is Power (request)
Terrance was your massive, self-secluded bookworm. Every and any book you've heard or read yourself, he's read it twelve times over. His thirst for fantasies, immerse worlds and, more importantly, his will to learn showed no signs of stopping.
He was at the library on a fine Tuesday afternoon, checking out a stack of freshly pressed, and new books that the library had just gotten in. He slowly made his way towards the counter as if he were holding a glassful of water, trying not to spill a drop. At last, he heaved the stack of books onto the counter top with a loud enough thud to create a bit of shock through content readers.
"Welcome back, Terrance." The librarian said with a smile, since he was a well known regular.
"Hiya, Jillian." He replied with a slight sigh.
"I see you caught wind of the new releases we'd just gotten."
"Oh, you know me!"
She chuckled, "Let me go ahead and punch in some cards for these books right quick; they're still fairly new, after a
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x Creepypasta - The Child 6
All the running made you tired and also you were lost. You felt like your running around in circles so you stopped running for a while.
Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind. It was Slenderman.
"Let me go!" you bawled.
"And why?" Slenderman questioned.
"I want to go home!" you replied.
" I already told you, this is your home."
"No! I hate it here!" you whined.
"You'll like it here, I promise." Slenderman said as he walked back to the mansion.
You started crying, "No! I want my daddy!"
"How about this..." Slenderman stopped on his tracks and put you down, "Tell me five thing that you and your father like to do. Then I'll decide to bring you back to him or not."
You wiped your tears then nod.
"You may start."
"Me and daddy like to bake cupcakes everyday, we like to go out and have ice cream, we always had tea party, sometimes, we played the king and princess. And we also like to cuddle!"
Slenderman thought for a while, "Okay."
"But if he do something to
.: Reader x John: 'Romance' :.Time: 6:37 P.M
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You name is ___ ___, and you wait in your living room lazily, dressed up with what feels like no place to go.
Your long time flush-crush, and now boyfriend, John Egbert, has finally accepted your romantic feels.
In return, he promised to give you 'romance'.
tick, tock, tick, tock...
You had no idea what that meant, but he said he'd pick you up around 7 p.m this evening.
So here you are.
tick, tock, tick, tock,
dicktick, tock ti-
You nearly jumped out of your seat.
Loud noise when everything was quiet.
Regardless, you stood up and pressed down on your clothes to attempt to remove the wrinkles you indirectly added.
Putting on a nice smile, you eagerly walked to your front door and saw John.
He was wearing his normal clothes and here you are, fancy.
You did a half deadpan as he was grinning at you.
"Hey ___! Wow, you look nice~!"
"Uh... thanks..." you sputtere
Prussia X Reader : Romeo and Cinderella
This could possibly, slightly be suggestive. Just a quick warning, my friend.
Please don't let our love turn out into a tragedy like it was for Juliet.
Take me away into your arms. It's all I ask of you.
You sat on your bed in the dark, talking on the phone to your long-time, boyfriend Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmit. He was one of the few people you could trust in this lonely world of yours. You often felt trapped and confined no matter where you were. Unless it was in his presence; then you felt that you could fly to the moon if you chose.
I say goodnight to both my father and my mother.
I hope they'll be able to dream of one another.
I think its time for all the grown ups to go to bed.
"So, what time is it, exactly?" Gilbert asked. "My phone screen refuses to turn on for whatever reason."
You laughed. "Its midnight. Are you ready?"
You could practically hear him smirking. "Let's do this." And with that, you zipped up the jacket you had been wearing, and snuck downstairs, past your
He Loved Her He loved her, she loved Lucien, and Lucien loved hats. A strange sort of man, Lucien was, but she had never fallen for the conventional sort of fellow. This was unfortunate for Doug: he was the most normal of their entire group. His hobbies included reading the phone book and playing Bridge with old ladies on the weekends, so, tragically, he was a bit dull as well. Willow never really noticed Doug, despite his best attempts at wooing her with fancy card tricks that always seemed to fall apart. They had been the best of friends for many years, but our sad hero had always been overshadowed by his loves seemingly constant train of bizarre infatuations, with Lucien merely the latest in this long line of mohawked rockers and bohemian layabouts. Previously, Doug had been able to find amiable qualities in even the worst of Willows beaus in attempts to pacify his longing for their enviable positions, but Lucien- with his i
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