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Ditching [Rose x Reader]Ditching [Rose x Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
I'm sitting in Creative Writing, bored out of my mind. I've shared my piece for the week and nobody else is interesting enough to warrant paying attention.
Suddenly, a pair of lavender eyes greet my own. I stop my internal grumbling and stare. They're vivid, like something out of a dream. The owner of the eyes makes her way over to me, an inquisitive quirk to her black-painted lips.
"Hello, I'm Rose Lalonde." She seats herself next to me, crossing one black-skinny-jean-clad leg over the other. Her white hair, tinged slightly blonde, is pushed back with a purple headband.
"Hi, I'm ______." Her eyes scream of intelligence.
"I couldn't help but notice you. I'm new here; my sister and I, actually."
Just then, two boys rocket by on a creamsicle orange hoverboard.
"STRIDER! GET BACK HERE!" A teacher yells, running after them. The taller one laughs raucously and the board speeds up.
"Those are my cousins." Amusement is evident in Rose's expression.
"I wish I had the courage to do something li
Because Freedom ~ [America x Reader]Because Freedom ~ [America x Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
“Hey, Al?” I called from the kitchen, where I had been icing his birthday cake.
“Yeah, babe?” He replied, over the sound of the Team America soundtrack.
“Could you come and help me with these dishes?”
“Because freedom.” I could practically hear the glee in Alfred’s voice as he said it.
“You won’t have any damn freedom or cake if you don’t get your ass in here.”
“MY FREEDOM WILL PROTECT ME~!” He yelled, running past me with a sheet tied around his broad shoulders like a cape.
I caught a corner of the sheet and pulled with all my might, making him slide unsteadily across the floor, and come crashing into me. Much to his amusement, my bowl of extra frosting had come down on my chest, basically ruining my shirt and splattering my face and neck.
“Alfred Jones, I swear to God I will kill you, freedom or not.”
He smirked from a
That Bad? ~ [Yorick x Fatina] [Request for Soxxy]“So, Fatina,” Yorick smirked, “as you know, I hate you. And I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure you hate me. However, my hate for you isn’t necessarily platonic. And so, after a lot of thought, I’ve decided to ask you to be my kismesis.”That Bad? ~ [Yorick x Fatina] [Request for Soxxy] by ittybittyfangirl
A pretty green flush began to spread across Fatina’s face as she processed this new information.
“I--sure. Why not?” Her voice was quiet, but still loud enough for Yorick to hear her confirmation. A new edge entered her words, however, making them sound a bit sharper.
“Good.” And with that, Yorick crossed the room in four long strides, picked Fatina up by the front of her shirt, and slammed his lips to hers with every ounce of hate he could muster. She returned, albeit slowly at first, and then got bolder as the kiss went on. Finally, she had to breathe, and pulled back.
“I think you can do better than that, Lycaon." Fatina challenged, suddenly energized by the rush of ha
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Percy Jackson x Reader (To Tartarus With Books)(A/N: Me, as an avid reader, would normally slap Percy silly for saying that. But, he is dyslexic, so I'm pretty sure books would be a pain in the butt. Anyways, I was looking at some brunette boy finding it hard to read at the library on the weekends. His sister - at least, I think that other brunette was his sister - teased him about his dyslexia. I have a younger brother who has ADHD, and my mum says I have to be patient with him and whatnot. The brunette boy - who his sister called 'Max' - reminded me of my brother and Bianca with Nico, and it got me thinking, would Percy be like that? Frustrated and pissed with books?Percy Jackson x Reader (To Tartarus With Books) by PoppyFields145
So, that sparked the idea for this, and I got typing!
STRONG LANGUAGE ALERT!
Let's read tis ting!)
While you're sitting on the bench of a park, your Irish Setter, Rose, is off galloping in th
Total Drama One Shot ~ With a Thorn In His HeartTotal Drama One Shot ~ With a Thorn In His Heart by oORiddleOo
Before he had become a He, he had been an It.
It came awake not knowing much of anything. It knew that it liked gingerbread and music. It also knew that it liked the look of deep emerald, and that it itself even seemed to be giving off a gentle green glow. It knew that it hated the color red. Somehow it knew that it couldn’t stand the taste of either applesauce or grape juice, though it couldn’t quite remember having tasted either of them before. But more than any of those things, it knew that it loved its mother. And it also knew that it was part of something much larger than itself.
You are. . .Envy.
“Hmm?” it asked, the word rippling over its entire being. It was only its fifth word, and with it, its knowledge and memories began to stir, some memories of being. . .hurt. . .of being. . .angry. . .of being. . .jealous, most of all. . .and su