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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
Not The Desperate Type [Canada x Depressed!Reader]Not The Desperate Type [Canada x Depressed!Reader] by ittybittyfangirl
[A/N: Contains underage alcohol use, slight mention of smoking cigarettes, cursing [[though I don't often warn for that]] and alcoholism caused by depression.]
I'm sleeping my way out of this one
With anyone who will lie down
I'll be stuck fixated on one star
When the world is crashing down
I stumbled from the room I was in, amidst booming bass and weak pleas for me to come back. Tonight was not about to end with me sleeping in any bed I could find, with anyone who would have me, as my nights usually did. The only thought in my head was of finding Matthew, my best friend, my angel, and the only one who didn’t know about my double life. My life was falling to pieces around me; my grades were failing, I rarely came home at night, most of my friends had distanced themselves from me because of my rapid downward spiral, and I began to lose weight because I barely ate, due to a lack of appetite.
I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
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Eleven Years. - 911 Tribute. - America x Reader.8:46am.Eleven Years. - 911 Tribute. - America x Reader. by HillsOfSilence
That morning, you were on your way to the World Trade Center to meet with several business customers. You pouted at the thought of the customers, they wouldn't sign the contracts until you redo it with a more proper and specific idea.
You sigh. The door slid open on its own accord. You pressed the elevator button up as you tapped your foot, waiting for the elevator.
You walked in the elevator as you hear another man shout. "Wait!" His hand came in between the elevator doors. You hurriedly pressed the button to open the elevator doors in panic.
"God! I thought I was going to die!" The dirty blonde haired man said loudly as he laughed obnoxiously.
You smiled back in return. "Well I'm glad you're okay."
"I'm Alfred! Alfred Jones! You?"
"(Name). (Full Name). Nice to meet you, Alfred." You reached out your hand as the elevator opened and began to shook rapidly. It twisted and turned until you fell onto Alfred's arms.
"We got to run!" Y
America x Reader: Nine-Eleven (ALTERNATE ENDING!)America x Reader: Nine-Eleven (ALTERNATE ENDING!) by threepinkdoors
"I'm being sent out for a few months."
You twitched, putting your fork into your ramen cup. "W-why? They've never deployed you before."
Alfred sipped at his ramen before answering. "We've got a new lead. I wanted to see for myself if it was legit."
A wave of relief came over you. He was just curious; he'd be back in your arms in a few weeks, at the earliest. You were just over a year away from your wedding. Alfred would be back by then. "When are you leaving?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"In a few days, at the latest." he answered, kissing your forehead.
"Well then..." You took his ramen and placed it on the table. "I've got to figure out how to place a few months into a few days~"
Alfred smirked and picked you up, taking you to the bedroom. He laid you down gently on the soft down-filled quilts. "You know I love you," he whispered softly.
You nodded and played with that adorable cowlick he called 'Nantucket'. "I love you too..."
Bombs exploded everywhere. The fa
America x Reader: Nine-Eleven, TwoAmerica x Reader: Nine-Eleven, Two by threepinkdoors
Sequel to Nine-Eleven because so many of you requested it!
I warn you now though, it might not be what you expect. I apologize in advance.
How ironic that you would set out to work at exactly nine-eleven in the morning on America's gloomiest day in history. How odd that a man unknown to you would pass by you as you walked through the street. Wasn't it a little weird that you had to take a detour because city workers were fixing the route you usually took?
At first, you thought, no, it's a perfectly normal day in (favorite/closest metropolis). Yep, just a normal day in the life of __________. Except the shortcut you took went through an alley. And that stranger had been following you for the past two blocks now.
Now that you were alone in that dark alley, you started to panic. You knew you were being followed. But without anyone around to blend yourself with, fear struck you hard, causing your fight-or-flight instinct to kick in. You spe
11thDoctorXreader: Together We'll Live, Pt 5A retrospective turn of events...11thDoctorXreader: Together We'll Live, Pt 5 by whisperer96
One year ago...
"And maybe then we could go and see-"
"Doctor." You cut him off mid-planning-speech. He paused with one foot hovering in the air, stopping in his dance around the controls of the TARDIS.
"Yes?" He still hung the foot in mid-air, ready to take the next faraway step.
"Can we...not...today..." You said slowly. "I don't feel like travelling." You looked paler than normal. You felt paler than normal. You felt awful.
"How so?" The Doctor asked, twirling his foot a bit to keep balanced.
"I don't feel all that well." You muttered as if it was nothing, a passing feeling that would leave soon enough.
"How long have you felt like this?" He dropped his foot and slowly but pacedly walked towards you, his head lowered to see your face.
"It's nothing." You tried to wave him away as he placed his palm on your head.
"You're hot." He said innocently.
"Thank you." You grinned.
"No-...no, that's not what I meant, not that I didn't mean it-...