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[RussiaxReader] Only Your Warmth Can Save Me Ch. 7[RussiaxReader] Only Your Warmth Can Save Me Ch. 71 year ago in Romance More Like This
Weak light filters in through the window, bidding you to wake from your comfortable slumber. Your eyes, once wet with tears, opens tentatively, only for your gaze to be met by an angel’s sleeping face. Beige hair falling in waves down his smooth forehead, his mouth partially open and his eyes shut, Ivan looks the perfect picture to wake up next to every morning. Shifting slightly you come to realize that his arms are wrapped around you, clasping you to him tight enough to reassure but loose enough that you aren’t suffocated; indeed, you can very well adapt to this kind of morning, cuddled up close to him, enveloped by the warmth you have desperately longed for ever since you lost your family, feeling his steady heartbeat and the smooth rising and falling of his chest underneath your forearms.
Unable to resist, you bury your face in his chest, breathing in the odor of vodka and snow and the scent that is unmistakably unique to the Russian beside you. He jumps slightly, start
Andy and the Ghost Boy Ch 1Chapter 1Andy and the Ghost Boy Ch 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The death of a friend is equivalent to the loss of a limb."
- German Proverb
Andy, whom was up in his bedroom, was playing with his Danny Phantom action figure, given to him by his Uncle Tucker..He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth in focus. He held Skulker
in hand and his father's ghost form in the other. "I'll get you ghost boy!" Andy grumbled in a deep voice, waving Skulker. "If it's the last thing I ever do!!!"
Andy looked a this father's figure now. "Why can't you take a hint." Andy said in a slightly nasally voice, attempting to sound like his father. "You can't win!" He fought the two toys together, banging them genitally, making sound effects.
A shadow went across the room, it whisked so quickly that Andy didn't notice.
"Andy!!!" The boy straightened at the sound of his mother's calls. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Nachos!" Andy shouted in reply. He turned back to his game.. "Oh no!!!" Andy gasped in a deep voice, dropping Skulker to the ground.
PaF-Riot-Ch 4Isabella woke up in a trance, her head woozy and light.PaF-Riot-Ch 43 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At first, she just thought it was another bad dream. She always had dreams of crazy and tragic things happening to her while riding in a pod, and she turned to grab her nurse's outfit, but instead she found that her hands were bound tightly. Her eyes flew open as she gazed out at what was in front of her. She was restrained to the ceiling by electric whips that were hooked up to it. They didn't look like they were on at the moment, but Isabella had seen these electric whips before. Back when she lived in Upper ground Danville, the officers used these frequently to punish criminals and others. Lashings were cruel and horrible, and one time she had received one for refusing to be de-chipped. She had to be hospitalized for weeks by Phineas and Ferb.
She grunted and realized that her throat was raw and throbbing. All across her arms and legs were blotches of fresh bruises and thin cuts. Her mouth was dry and her stomach was feeling
Your Winter SongIf you can hear meYour Winter Song1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Because I have a feeling you're there
I want you to hear my winter song
So you will know I care
So here it goes,
I have nothing to lose
So I will sing my winter song
And I will sing it to you.
I know its Jack Frost
Who paints my windowpanes
And I know you are there
When I’m playing winter games.
I know that you bring the snow
That makes all of us smile
And I know that you linger
And watch us a while.
I know that you make
The icicles on each tree
Your beautiful work
Isn't over looked by me.
So if you are listening,
I want you to know
That I wanted to thank you
For the beautiful snow.
I know that others
May not be as faithful as me
But you should never feel doubtful
Because I will always believe.
So please never feel alone, dear Jack
Because you are my guardian true
And I want you to know
I will always believe in you
[RussiaxReader] Only Your Warmth Can Save Me Ch. 4[RussiaxReader] Only Your Warmth Can Save Me Ch. 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
You gasp in the frigid air that has somehow made its way into your bedroom. Your eyes snap wide open as you bolt straight up in bed, the blanket falling from your upper body. You blink your eyes drowsily, trying to escape from the clinging tendrils of unconsciousness leftover from your fitful slumber. You take in the familiar walls of your room, unreasonably relieved that they are still the same soft, faded yellow you painted them years ago, instead of any other icy color. Your heart is still racing and your breathing is still uneven from the dream and you work to steady them.
The dream greatly disturbs you on so many accounts. First is the unease that results from the fact that you saw Ivan in such great pain. The next is the point where you wonder if the dream is real. You shake your head, chiding yourself for being so stupid. It is impossible for the dream to be, in any way, real. The nightmare was probably caused solely by the stress of last night.
You are able to control your brea
Letting Go - Part 11February, and the house looked much better.Letting Go - Part 112 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Less creepy. They still had to do a lot for the roof and most of the walls, and the second floor, but it looked nicer than the first time Frank saw that house. The porch looked well done, incredibly well done to be repaired by a ghost and a college student. The stairs weren't broken anymore, and they had replaced the door; Frank had some money saved up, but he said he didn't even know what to waste it in, so he decided to spend it for whatever they needed to repair the house. Besides, Mikey said that, when he died, no one touched the money he was saving before the accident, so he picked it up and had it hidden somewhere else, just in case.
He never really thought he would waste it. But there it was, a new door, a re-built porch and repaired walls. It even looked cleaner; to work, they decided to first clean up. Mikey said it wasn't his house, that it had to have a century or something, but maybe it was only some decades old; creepy black and
Letting Go - The End“Long live the newlyweds!”Letting Go - The End1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Petals of a light-yellow, almost white colour were thrown into the air along more light-pink petals of flowers, dancing into the wind and the unnoticeable gusts, spinning around and playing as they fell gracefully down, impregnating in the air the sweet yet quiet aroma of nature and flowers, most of them landing softly on the ground and the stairs, some others ending up getting attached to a newly wedded couple, the groom, and now husband, laughing as his black jacket got attacked by the innocent petals, the bride, and now wife, giggling cutely and a bit shyly as her veil got decorated of petals as well as her dress.
Outside the church, the twenty six year old groom continued laughing as he stayed holding his now-wife’s hand, the crowd around them already out of petals to throw at them, but not staying in an awkward silence and, instead, cheering for the newlywed couple to kiss, causing them both to, shyly, blush a tiny bit while grinning ha
Scars - Part 10David Anderson, he didn't really call much the attention.Scars - Part 102 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was quite lanky, but he didn't have a nerd's body. Enough to be James' height or an inch taller. He had black hair, short but a bit rebel, with some of its locks falling to his face and getting to his eyes, but not blocking at all his vision or face. He had dark brown eyes, as if they were made of dark wood or chocolate.
He had a pretty nose, but it still didn't make him a good person. He was young, being around 27 years old, but looking a bit younger. He had a tattoo on his neck, on the left side. It was a black rose, but the tattoos kept going all over his left arm and his chest. He used to be called a 'rocker' in his days, and he certainly looked like one most of the time, but he was trying to hide it at the moment that, he supposed, the police was looking for him.
He now usually wore almost the same clothes. A jacket. Black, but not something a rude, tough man would wear. It gave the feeling of a senior's jacket or someth
Letters to ScoutLetters to Scout2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Epilogue for To Kill a Mockingbird.
October 2, 1943,
Dear Scout, You don't know how overjoyed I was to see a letter from you. Atticus told me that a lot has changed about you. How tall are you now? Atticus told me that you are the smartest one in the entire school. How is Boo doing? I hope people are leaving him alone. I bet Maycomb has changed a lot as well. I wonder if I'll recognize anything by the time I return. Do you remember how we felt when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor? You turned to me and said "everything is going to be different now". And you were right. I'll be shipping out again soon, but don't worry and keep writing, the Navy will always get the mail to us sailors.
November 1, 1943,
Scout, I'm sorry for not writing sooner, but its been crazy here. It's rained now for almost 10 days straight, and we've had to work 16 hour shifts. I wish I could go home, collapse on my bed, and bury my head into the soft and silky pillows.
[RussiaxReader] EPILOGUE[RussiaxReader] EPILOGUE11 months ago in Romance More Like This
A decade of utter perfection.
You clutch the child protectively in your arms; cradle him tenderly against your bosom as you feel the thrumming of his heart and the even breaths he draws. The three-year old cuddles back against you, his back pressing to your chest as he hunches his shoulders and shivers. Drawing the blanket protectively around him, you envelope him in a warm embrace to ward off the cold and the dark and the nightmares that might haunt this perfect angel. As the moonlight streams through the window of his room, and as his breathing evens out, you place a gentle kiss on his head, those strands dyed the exact light blonde shade that his father possesses tickling your lips as you tuck him in tighter and tiptoe out of the room. You check back over your shoulder to see a light smile playing on his cherubic lips and his eyelids drawn over his eyes that are colored the same hue as your own.
The sheets are warm as you crawl in between them, wiggling thr
[RussiaxReader] Only Your Warmth Can Save Me -END-[RussiaxReader] Only Your Warmth Can Save Me -END-11 months ago in Romance More Like This
The atmosphere is silent throughout the ride back and it stays that way even as the tires loudly crunch the snow-dusted gravel of your driveway, hanging thickly over the two of you the way fog drapes heavily over the forest floor in the deepest hours of night. Your hand is frozen, white-knuckled as the bones threaten to rip through your flesh as you see Ivan’s face grow progressively darker with every word that his lilac eyes drink in. A pent-up breath is released as you unfasten your vice-like grip from the steering wheel, letting your hand thump back down on the car seat as you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the worst.
“Ivan, what does it say?” You ask rather boldly, unable to take any more of the suspense. Glancing at the open message he holds loosely in between his thumb and forefinger, you find that you cannot comprehend a single letter of it, much less a single word as it seems to be written in Russian, with neat figure-like symbols scrawled all over the