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SpainxReader: See You Everyday
You sipped your (hot beverage) quietly as you read your book. It was a quiet, cool, autumn day. The wind rustled the changing leafs and kept you the perfect temperature in your (color) sweater. But you weren’t there for the weather or the tea…or even the book you were reading.
You were there at that little café a cool autumn morning for an entirely different reason.
Now some may call it stalking, but it wasn’t. You just happen to like the café where he would work every Sunday and Thursday morning and you’d just happen to come there…every morning.
Toni…he was a handsome man with bright green eyes and dark hair.
“Hola!” he said running into the café.
You looked down at your watch, he was late.
He barely gave you a glance as he ran into the café.
Smiling you gave your cup another sip and settled into watch him.
Not like a stalker.
‘I wonder if he sees me?’ you asked yourself.
‘I wonder if she notices me?
EnglandxWild!Reader: Jungle (Wo)Man
A young woman gazed with cautious interest at the small boat that had arrived in her island. It had carried five men; a loud one, a scary one, one that sort of looked like a girl with his ponytail, a pervert, and a man with rather thick eyebrows. If it weren’t for their erratic behavior she would have greeted them, but…
“Shut up!” the Brit said, angrily at the loud one. “I did not get us lost! You’re the one who only brought a map of yourself!”
Sliding down the drunk of the tree she tried to get closer without being seen. Giving a small giggle at all of their silliness she realized they were no threat, however she knew that they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. So she left to find something to eat.
“Did you see that?” England asked the other Allies, his head snapping in the direction of the forest.
“Dude, are you seeing stuff again?”
“Oui, I think you have finally lost your mind, my unfashionable friend.&
4th!DoctorxOC: What Can You Cook With Jelly Babies
A rather tall girl, standing at five feet nine inches, opened a cupboard trying to find something to eat. Janine Oxnard was in the mood for an elaborate meal today. In the mood to take the time and cook something. Only problem?
Not even a crumb.
It was like the Grinch had come by and stolen everything edible.
‘The doctor may not have to eat every day, but I do,’ she thought as she searched the TARDIS. Her stomach made a noise that if it didn’t get something soon then it would make attempts at digesting itself. “Be quiet,” she groaned, slightly embarrassed at the noises it made.
“I didn’t say anything,” the Doctor said looking up from the TARDIS controls.
Janine looked over to him and then looked away mumbling, “Wasn’t talking to you.” She then tried another small cupboard.
“What are you looking for?”
“NOTHING!” Janine finally shouted in rage at the lack of edible items in the TAR
Jack FrostxReader: Spring In Her Step
“Jack…Jack…” you jumped from branch to branch, landing delicately on each branch which then sprouted small green buds. “Jack? Are you there?” You looked from side to side and sighed. Jumping from the tall thin branch on which you had been standing you landed on the ground like a leaf.
Where you stood the snow eroded away, and in its place a small patch of green grass grew.
Slowly you made your way to the pond and sat down, slipping your bare feet onto the ice which melted away quickly so that you could slip them into the warming water. “Where oh where could Jackie be oh where oh were could he-BE!” You screamed the last bit as a face popped up in front of you, freaking you out.
The guardian of fun laughed as you floated up into the air. “You…*laugh*should have seen …*laugh*…the look…*laugh*…on your face!”
“Jack,” you whined acting really hurt, “that wasn’t funny!” You
PrussiaxReader: Ich...Ich...Forget It
“Ludwig, you’re killing me here!” you wheezed as you came up on the stone faced German.
He pushed the small silver button on the stopwatch, “You want to be on the (sport of your choice) team? You train. Again!”
Groaning you started on your next lap. Beginning to regret asking him to help you get into shape for (sport of your choice) season. Trying to regulate your breathing you closed your eyes and focused on your the intake of air and then slowly exhaling. You were so focused that you didn’t notice your volunteer trainer’s albino brother sneak up on you.
“Keseseseses!” A pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle and lifted you into the air. “__________!”
You screamed and thrashed around. “Gil! What the heck?”
“The awesome me has caught you!” he laughed. Say that I am awesome and kneel!”
“Put me down! Gil! I’m in the middle of training!”
He put you down after you m
Child!CanadaxMama!Reader: Mama Do You Love Me?
You groaned as you tried to pick up one of your fallen knitting needles. However the bulge at your midriff prevented you from doing so. Sighing you tried again.
“Al!” you called to your 6 year old son.
After a groan from the direction of the twin’s bedroom and then dirty blonde haired boy appeared. “What?”
You sighed, “Alfred, could you get me my needle.”
Another angsty huff and Alfred did as you asked.
“Whatever,” he grumbled and stomped back off to his room.
You sighed. He was, evidently, at that age when mom and dad weren’t ‘cool anymore and becoming just a pain to be around. Going back to your baby booties you let your mind turn off as you went back to your work.
You were so immersed with your work that you didn’t even hear your son the first time he called to you.
“Mama?” Matthew asked.
Your head finally snapped up and you smiled, “Hey, Mattie. What is it?
10!DoctorxReader: The Collector
With your fists you banged against the glass of your cage. You screamed over and over again, trying to get your captor’s attention. Trying to escape. But it was not use. No matter how hard your hit the glass or how hard you screamed, you were ignored.
Finally you saw him.
You smiled. “Doctor!” You shouted happily, but the glass muffled the sound.
He gave you a crooked grin and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the controls to your cage.
Instantly, instead of the door to your cage opening, a cage set itself up around the Doctor. The Doctor slammed his fists against his own cage.
The wall between the two of you collapsed so that you were in the same cell.
Your captor, an alien with multiple chins and man rings on his numerous fingers clapped his strange hands. His voice, as if there was a speaker in your cell, came in clearly and in normal volume, “Nicely done, Time Lord.” It gave a grin that meant no good. “You managed to find your little compani
EnglandxReader: My Mr. Darcy
He sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began,
“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
You read the book in rapped attention. Biting your lower lip you turned the page in order to continue reading your book, however just as you did a heavy object fell onto your lap. This caused you to jump with a squeak and drop your book on the floor.
Looking down on your lap you saw it was Arthur.
He had fallen asleep next to you and had slipped from his place.
“Arthur…Arthur…” you whispered gently, rubbing his shoulder. “Artie…Artie, wake up.”
Arthur merely groaned and mumbled something about more time to sleep.
You sighed and then said in a stern voice, “Arthur Kirkla
Kitty!F.A.C.E.xReader: Cats Are Better Than Boys“Men stink!” you cried as you blew your nose into a tissue loudly, making a honking noise as you did so.
“I know sweetie I know,” Eliza said patting your back, “they’re all pigs.”
You nodded, “I know, right?” You blew your nose once again. You had just found that you’re your boyfriend of five months was cheating on you with the easiest girl on campus. “I should just kill myself.”
“Don’t do that ________,” Eliza said hurriedly. “Find a new hobby! Get a pet! Just don’t…you know.”
Eliza gave a sigh of relief and checked her wristwatch, “Well…Roderich is going to take me out to dinner so I got-.”
You let out a loud moan of despair.
“To call him and tell him I can’t make it,” Eliza mumbled.
You grabbed your friend and cried harder.
The next day you went to the animal shelter.
“What sort of animal are you looking
MasksEach of us wears a different mask
For daily use, and every task.
Knowing that, with the right face
We might fit in around the place.
Are they a real part of who we are?
Merely an aspect to help us get far.
Does the truth of the mask cover the lie
Make you feel good, or prompt you to cry.
They say that a mirror reflects in a different way
Dependant on the viewer to prompt what to say
But this simple saying hides the most obvious fact
That your own mirror image reflects your desperate act.
Its not always clear who is hurt most
The strangers, the friends, or you; the host.
Is this charade worth all the pain
When it’s not your true self that stands to gain.
Only we know whether it is through fear
That prompts us to make these false visages appear
But once they are there for all to see
Do you only become that which you appear to be?
The SilenceIt strikes without clear warning
Cares not if night or mid-morning
Makes the warm hearted cold
Distinguishes not the young from the old
Its manner is capricious
Universal, not malicious
Conveys peace to those who wane
Transforms pleasure into pain
Brings an end to beginnings
Collects all of life’s winnings
Turns future into past
Changes first into the last
Defeats all the best defences
Inexorably it advances
Feared by many a soul
Yet for others, it’s their goal
Incapable of hate, though hated
Accepted as fate by the fated
The final act of our birth
Returns us all to the earth
The silence will fall on our day
There is no stopping nature’s way
None can escape its sensuous pull
So live each precious moment to the full
Rubai Of SorrowAs midnight becomes a memory, do you lust
For dawn's caress, for your body to become dust?
Do you often lie awake haunted by nightmares
That make you doubt all that you see as fair and just?
I'm Not HelplessI'm not supposed to crumble like a child
Dissolved in foolish tears or aching breast
Or lay me down and weep for trust defiled
Or to my justice cling as though obsessed.
I'm not allowed to mourn my heart's distress.
I am instead supposed to raise my eyes
And lift my head and walk. I'll find the rest
Where warriors go to don their stone disguise
And leave the pain in half-heart compromise.
For I am much too strong, too bright, too bold
To hide my light of joy in dark and lies
Or let myself be less than shining gold.
You tell me this and I convince myself
I'm not the sort to cry aloud for help.
FearI see you fear
I know why you are here
Joyless robber in the night
Breeder of that unknown fright
I hear your voice
Not that I have other choice
Those mocking words you use to taunt
In my quaking heart they always haunt
I feel you close by
Ready with another lie
Know the bitterness of your pill
My confidence you seek to kill
I know your game
But not what you seek to gain
Destroyer only, you can’t create
The mother of unreasoned hate
I live with you
Daily told your point of view
Disabled me from golden youth
Distorted with corrupted truth
You hold me back
Focussed on what I lack
Sought to sell my value short
In your net you think I’m caught
You listen to me
What you want can never be
Though with you I’m doomed to live
Never an inch to you I’ll give
You have no power
This is not your finest hour
Those tainted words I will fight
On this darkness, I’ll shine a light.
You see me fear
Understand what I hold dear
And know that though you make me shake
I shall nev
Writers of LifeIn life we are the creators,
of new joys and life.
In spoken or written words,
In reality and in fiction,
we are nature's renovators.
We follow our own destiny,
in the path of pure evil and good.
We slip up, pick up, laugh, cry
to sounds of our only love.
Among the ones who bring joy,
bring laughter and sorrow,
that imprints on people's hearts..
Is simply an orange fox,
who is heart's killer dart.
While our hearts are struck,
his head is in the clouds.
While our breaths are forgotten,
his feet are in the sky.
He dreams of fortune, fame,
to win this true game.
He only dreams,
to have it stay in the seams.
And so he writes.
He writes of his life.
He draws those identities,
who put joy and misery in his mind.
He colors the pictures of events,
who hides treasures and pain to find.
For finishing touches,
he adds top joys in story world.
To have his life on pages,
colored only in the mind,
is hard to comprehend.
No matter what he denies,
hot to trotinside out
this years' toy
hot to trot
RIP ChastityI hate the feeling
Of being pressed
Into a world
Where I'm something less
I'm not a person
Just a conquest
But I'm not buying
I'm not the rest
"No" means no not
"You should persist"
I'm not the next name
You'll check off your list
If there's anything
You should be learning from this:
I'm not a target
Can't hit what you can't miss
On Helplessness and AntipathyWhat of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
Walking on roads; drained, stained, without hopes and dreams -
What is there to wish for? There are none, it seems
Who will know of felicity's serene sounds.
This life... is worth living? held back like a hound -
To be battered, bruised, always flowing in streams.
What of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
To care for those we love, but none hear our screams?
Alas, such woe was never meant to hold grounds -
These stains are not to be known, nor to be seen.
Triumph against these odds, happiness supreme!
For all this we are known, but are never crowned
What of this love in which kind hearts know no bounds?
To care for those we love, but none hear our screams?
She thinks herself hideous
That she's not the prettiest
She thinks herself a mess
Not much there to impress
He friends tell her she's beautiful
Such slanders against her looks are inexcusable
But how can she take believe
When the world tells her so differently?
Must be skinny like a rail
Must be tanned not pale
Wear cloths made for dolls so small
That's all you can find in a shopping mall
Know all the latest fashion and trends
In order to look pretty for the camera lens
Show that skin, bleach that hair
Or else they'll call you a square
Show off so much, cover so little
To not do this is irrefutable
Why, girls of grace and beauty
Do you find acting like this to be your duty?
Why, women of our time and age
Do you confine yourselves to their iron cage?
I say no more, let's crush the cycle
Let us be the generation that breaks
Their view on beauty
"Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be
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