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The secretary and the clerk, not particularly well acquainted, not very much to say. Yet, anyone nearby could hear your minds ticking away.

Your lovely (e/c) eyes flicked over to his broad-shouldered form, wondering if maybe you took the same bus.

He glanced over and flushed as you ducked your head and looked away, running his hand through h

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America's POV

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He sat up quickly and was assaulted by cold winter air. That's when everything that had happened came rushing back. Getting captured by Indians, becoming friends with _____, getting captured again, this time with others, the kids escaping, and then... It was really blurry and could easily been a dream, but he seemed to remember _____ hau

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{- 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

{Somehow He Did - Dirk}{Somehow He Did - Dirk}

one-shot - song-fic - Dirk x Reader

{- I wanna ruin our friendship -}

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He saw her, he saw her again, after

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BTT x Reader-You're Not Gay?!? Ch. 1BTT x Reader-You're Not Gay?!? Chapter 1
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"And Elizaveta over there has a nice ass. If we she wasn't such a bitch I might actually fuck her. Kesese!" Gilbert laughed his obnoxious laugh as he pointed across the lunch room at said female. You rolled your eyes and picked at your 'food'. Somehow you would have this conversation every single day with this albino idiot. He'd pick out a girl he would fuck if she wasn't fat/ugly/dumb/annoying/etc...and then he would ask you your opinion on said girl. "Maybe you could have that bitch though (Your name)? I mean, you aren't

Germany x Sick!Reader: Special

Special

You groaned. Something about yourself woke you up, and you raised your head, which was probably the worst mistake so far.

You swayed, and fell back with another groan.

„Liebe?”

You rolled over onto your back, and winced at the German in front of you.

“H-hi, Luds,” you whispered, smiling, before you covered your eyes with the back of your hand, the smile turning upside down into a grimace.

“(Y/n)?” The sound of cloth rustling hit your ears. “What’s wrong?”

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

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

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Parenting: Ups and Downs Chapt 10 (EnglandxReader) Chapter Ten
“But Nana,” Al protested while yawning, “I’m not tired!” The young tyke pouted from inside his carseat.
“Shh Alfred, your brother’s asleep.” You chided, eyeing him from the rearview mirror. “After your nap, if you want, you can watch a movie.”
With his lower lip jutting out, he looked so pitiful and unhappy. In fact, if you weren’t used to his deceiving ways, you would have immediately given in. “Just one hour, that’s all. Every hero needs a nap to recharge his super powers.” You chuckled with a sly wink.
“Awww….” He sighed, looking out the window.
~~~/\~~~
After tucking the boys in, you walked down to the kitchen, partially dreading, partially eager about talking with Francis. “Can I get you anything?” you smiled, motioning to the tea kettle on the stove. “Tea? Perhaps something to eat?”
“Ah…some tea, thank you.” He nodded,

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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.
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{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

Into Your Arms Again (Dead!AmericaxReader) SongficHer eyes were glazed over with a layer of glass tears, she couldn't believe this was her reality. It seemed like it was just yesterday when she and the one true love of her life married in the darling gazebo. She could still see the beautiful wisps of chiffon fabric fluttering in the wind. The lights twinkling under the night sky, illuminating the place as if they were lost in the Milky Way. She remembered how she always got lost in that sweetness of the southern twang in Alfred's voice. Every word he said in his vows, oh they were just like a tender melody sung by the purest of angels. Everything about him was just perfect. Though what she l

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by ~takusan-no-ai, Apr 13, 2008, 8:35:34 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General

"Heart for Sale," the ad shouted. "Complete with baggage. In need of serious repair," it screamed.

I'm sure with that type of advertising, his heart would never be wanted. I mean, who would want to love a heart in such dire disrepair?

Evidently me because, for some reason, this is one advertisment I'm going for.

95. Advertismentby ~takusan-no-ai

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General

What better way to mend your heart than to find someone to heal it?

I should get ~lilman808 to wear a sign that says this... or KO... one of the two... or maybe both. Both are in disrepair.

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~mode-de-vie Apr 14, 2008 Student Writer

This is a very creative spin on an "advertisement". But it works perfectly! We are very inclined to do this, aren't we?

Good job.

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~takusan-no-ai Apr 14, 2008

I think we are very much so

Thanks

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~Alliluiah Apr 14, 2008

This is very creative. It seems like it would make a good story.

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~takusan-no-ai Apr 14, 2008

Thank you

It just might

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