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Hetalia | Lithuania/Toris Laurinaitis x Country!Reader Contest Entry -------------------- Imagine a fish out of water. Writhing, flailing, muscles wriggling beneath glistening scaly skin with the aim of making ground, a mind with one sole goal. It's constantly on the move, full of life... For now. Now imagine a few dozen of them, maybe even two hundred, all different colours and shades, all shunting each other out of the way to traverse a long path. Journeying the land at the pace of an injured snail, frustration gradually refuelling their efforts. That's the image that pops into your mind when you gaze upon the swarms of people below, i

Hetalia | Lithuania/Toris Laurinaitis x Country!Reader Contest Entry -------------------- Imagine a fish out of water. Writhing, flailing, muscles wriggling beneath glistening scaly skin with the aim of making ground, a mind with one sole goal. It's constantly on the move, full of life... For now. Now imagine a few dozen of them, maybe even two hundred, all different colours and shades, all shunting each other out of the way to traverse a long path. Journeying the land at the pace of an injured snail, frustration gradually refuelling their efforts. That's the image that pops into your mind when you gaze upon the swarms of people below, i

"Ah, Venice," you said wistfully, tossing the end of a cashmere scarf over your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around yourself as though you were cold, posing a bit at your reflection in the mirror that the TARDIS wardrobe provided. Whether completely stylish for the time period or not, you thought you looked rather dashing in your new clothes. "You said we're in the 1850s, right?" you called down. "We're never going to know if you don't get down here," the Doctor said, his familiar voice nothing less than exasperated. You tossed your head to the right, your eyes glittering with amusement as they met his. He was leaning on the rail of the s

     “Where am I looking?” Sam asks.    “Over there, on the end.” Dean points to three bassinets on the right side of the window. “Astor, Cody, and Grayson. One girl, two boys, and a million diapers in the last twelve hours. I am exhausted.”    “Didn’t they spend the night in the nursery?”    “The absence of bi-hourly wailing did nothing to help me sleep. I was up all night checking on them, raiding vending machines, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do with triplets – (y/n), on the other hand, crashed as soon as they were out of the room.”    “S

“Congratulations (f/n), another F.” My math teacher sneered as he handed me another failed math test of mine. “At this rate, you’ll be repeating this course next year as well.” “Glad to hear that, sir. I sure do enjoy seeing you every day of my life.” I pitched in with sarcasm. He scowled and waved me off. At the end of the class period, I crumpled up the test and threw it in the trash. I don’t need a piece of paper to remind me how much I hate this subject. “Guess what dear?” My mother excitedly spoke as I walked into the house after school. “We’ve hired another tutor

Hetalia | Lithuania/Toris Laurinaitis x Country!Reader Contest Entry -------------------- Imagine a fish out of water. Writhing, flailing, muscles wriggling beneath glistening scaly skin with the aim of making ground, a mind with one sole goal. It's constantly on the move, full of life... For now. Now imagine a few dozen of them, maybe even two hundred, all different colours and shades, all shunting each other out of the way to traverse a long path. Journeying the land at the pace of an injured snail, frustration gradually refuelling their efforts. That's the image that pops into your mind when you gaze upon the swarms of people below, i

Uncharmed TamakixReader "Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin!" you screamed, flailing in their grasps. The twins were currently dragging you by your arms, your heels making an unpleasant sound against the school's marble floor. Worst part: You couldn't see where you were going. Unfortunately, the twins were stronger than you (heck, one of them alone was stronger than you, let alone combined). I'm sorry to say there was no liable escape. You kicked, screamed, shouted, and wriggled furiously. Nothing would work. Any regular girl in your grade would literally kill to be in your shoes right now. Being carried by the Hitachiin twins! Sigh... Well, let

John was not a light sleeper. He couldn’t be with Sherlock around or he’d never get any sleep. So when he woke up in the early hours of the morning long before the sun was up he was a little confused. He blinked groggily and then flexed his back as he shifted to a new position when he suddenly remembered that you should be there with him. He turned to look for you just as you let out a soft whimper, causing him to come out of his sleepy state slightly. You had pushed all the blankets off you and were curled up in ball on the edge of the bed your arms tucked into your chest, obviously distressed by what ever your mind was torment

You came back arm and arm with John just as it was beginning get dark, approaching the flat cautiously, but all was quiet. You gave a little yawn as you followed him up the stairs and he looked back at you worriedly, “Are you feeling alright? Maybe we should take it easy until your fully recovered.” Pulling him to you as you reached the top of the stairs, you gave him a little smirk, “Stop fretting John. I’m tired yes, but rightfully so. It’s getting late.” He reached up and tugged at one of the curls in your face causing it to bounce, “I’ll fret as just as much as I please. I am a doctor you

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V* My name is (Y/N) (L/N), daughter of King Simba and Queen Nala of the lion clan. My elder twin sister Kiara was next in line for the throne, she's  12 minutes older than me. I lived in my sisters shadow, she was the one my parents looked out for most...well my father would look out for her most, my mother cared for us equally. And naturally my sister got the guy, Kovu. Adopted son of my father's ex nemesis Scar. He had a remarking resemblance to Scar but there were differences. The age being one and the personality another. Kovu was kind, yet devious. Scar was evil and devious. But both were misunderstood. I sighed as I sat i

     Gotham zipped past you in a flurry of neon colors.  The purple Lamborghini tore through the streets, sending the civilians into a panicked frenzy.  They screamed, terrified of the grape colored monster that threatened to bull past anything and everything in its path.  One man was running around in circles, flapping his arms like some kind of strange bird.  You could tell by his plum colored face and bulging neck muscles that he must sound like one too.     The Joker simply laughed as he bumped the bass up even louder.     Everything on the outside of the vehicle was drowned out by an erratic beat that fluctuated between a basic hip-h

Title: How to Smut Summary: Let me educate you kiddo. Rating: M for Mature pretty self explanatory Pairing: N/A Fandom: N/A [A/N: Because I know some of you smut writers have never actually had sex. Let me show you the ropes fam.] So it’s that time - you and your partner are getting hot and heavy but where to from here? Maybe you’ve never written smut before, or maybe you’re just feeling awkward about it this time. Maybe you’re a narwhal and don’t know how to romance a woman - in which case I’ll ask how you manage to work a computer in the deep blue sea… Either way, hopefully this will help. In thi

It has been raining since very early in the morning and you had woken to the sound of raindrops splashing against the windows. You are overjoyed for you have always loved rainy days; you get dressed in a rush and grab a book before leaving your room. Deciding that you do not have the patience to sit through a long breakfast in the dining hall and the polite yet absolutely boring conversation which would accompany it, you head to the kitchens. One of the cooks is an old woman who used to be your caretaker when you were younger and you plan to request an orange or two from her. Bertha is delighted to see you and she happily gives you a wicker

:bulletblue: Jefferson x Reader: Twas Brillig :bulletblue: { Storybrooke } He watched her, day in and day out. Blue eyes so focused and pained that it sometimes seemed as if they might pop out of his skull; ever intent on the child that was his. His daughter . . . his Grace. He had failed her, he had left her on her own to face an unkind world. It was something that had haunted him each day since he had last hugged her and said that he'd be back in time for tea. But there was no way to correct the past, so Jefferson was forced to relive it. His Grace, so close and yet so very far away. Always there and yet no longer his. If he hadn't gon

Mixtape Misfortune A Peter Quill x Reader By SophiaofTerra               “Hey! What’s the ma-ah-ahhh-tt-chhh-”               You glanced at Peter in alarm before reaching over to the tape deck and pressing the off switch. A jolt of panic flew through you as you caught a glimpse of misplaced plastic tape, your mind racing as you reached for the cassette within the deck. Before you could pop it out, Peter took a hold of your wrist.               “No,” he said sternly, eying the tape as if a single movement would alert it to flee; he stepped a little closer, “let the pro handle it.”            

‘F-Fiance!?’ You looked down as you tried to not make eye contact with the demon. Bill only laughed once he saw your reaction, taking your hand with a gentle manner and tugging you away from the boy. You gasped, colliding with him and having your back pressed against his chest. “Dipper Pines, you can’t even lay a hand on this woman.” “Why can’t I?” Your eyes widened when he asked the question, your cheeks slightly blushing when he made eye contact with you. Dipper continued to look at you, nervously clearing his throat and trying his hardest to not to show his blush. “Pfft. You guys are hi

The next morning you get out of bed, and get dressed to go the Ghostbusters office to set up an appointment, then head over to Columbia University for an application paper.  You call a taxi and go to the office (you remembered the address from the commercial), walking inside there is a woman sitting at the desk with short hair and big glasses.  There's a nameplate on her desk that says Janine Melnitz, "Hello?  I need to speak to a Ghostbuster." "Do you have an appointment?" She snaps her gum. "No, but I will pay if I need major service." "Major service?  What is your case about?" She snapped her gum again. "I think my apartment is haunte

You and Will were together for over a year. Your relationship never moved, you were just a couple. You didn't leave him even when he was having troubles with sleeping, sleepwalking or when he thought he killed someone during imagining a crime. He loved this about you, that you never left him. Now you were lying in his small bed, snuggling up to him, with your head on his chest, when his arm was around your waist, pulling you closer. His hand was stroking gently your hair, he was waiting until you fell asleep. But you didn't want to sleep. You wanted this moment to never end. "You should sleep." Will spoke up with a husky, quiet voice. You hum