Nothing Will Ruin Today BBCSherlock/Reader/?The morning swirled, a smile painted upon her canvas face. Clouds made way for the sun to beam through on the fine morn, leaving everyone in a good, bubbly mood on the fine Saturday morning, 11:00am. The scent of caffeine blew into _____'s nostrils, waking her up instantly. She rubbed her eyes and jumped out the bed, an outburst which shocked her once resting cat. It screeched and fled out of the room, a success for _____.More Like This
"Damned cat." She sneered, chuckling darkly. The pristine-white room was tided and she jumped into the cooling water, the droplets soothing her sciatica. Lathering the soap, her hair would've been scented a nice peach and mango, matching with the sun.
Due to her living independently, she didn't have to wait for people in the bathroom, but the burden was either talking to herself or having to make breakfast for herself.
But she did have visitors, friends and family but they just didn't visit her as much as he did.
I'm clumsy, and my head's a mess,
Cause you got me
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Author's Note: This story takes place around 2009, not modern day. Just to let you know.
“Adam!” You shouted joyfully as you ran to embrace your longtime best friend.
“Hey __y/n__.” Adam said softly as he wrapped you up in a hug. When you broke apart, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along, leading him to your car. You and Adam had been friends for as long as you could remember, but you saw him less and less when he became more well-known and had to do more tours and concerts.
You were proud of him, but you missed him terribly. You saw him several times a year if you were lucky, and one of his visits this year had just happened to be the day after Christmas, a fact which you were ecstatic about because Christmas was one of your favorite holidays. Adam had just flown in from visiting his parents in Minnesota, and you had picked him up at the airport.
You found your car, put Adam’s things in the trunk, and proceeded to drive to your apartment, whic
Loki Liberated: works from the mind of Loki LHis shoulders were bare, green silk flowed down over his chest, clung hungrily to his waist, cascaded over his hips and pooled around his feet. The hemline licked the ground with each step, the sound reminiscent of running fingers through soft hair. Loki pivoted away from the mirror and admired his dainty rear end in the dress, pouting a little to make his lips appear fuller. Dresses were so ridiculously comfortable and convenient; had he a woman's body he would walk about all day in a dress and nothing else. Loki sauntered across his bedroom in the Stark tower and tossed the newest dress designs on his bedside table. A glint of sunlight caught the glass and ran down the edge in the most peculiar way. Nonplussed, he picked up the stack of blueprints and shuffled them into a tidy pile. Finally, he felt he was done. A sense of relief washed over him and suddenly a title crept into his mind. Artistically he scrawled "Loki Liberated: works from the brilliant mond of Loki Lauferyson". ontoMore Like This
Naga!England x Reader ~Sing Me to SleepMore Like This
.:Sing Me to Sleep:.
~Naga!England x Reader~
"Swayed by the wind, oh gently scatter now,
and dye this dark night in your crimson colour.
I merely want to cuddle up to you and remain embraced by you,
until my sorrows vanish into the sky."
The gentle sound of bells cease their ringing on my ankles and wrists as I stop my ceremonial dance, my (h/l) (h/c) colour hair fans around my face to frame it and my large (e/c) eyes slowly open. All the village people look to me; some smiling brightly and others looking around worriedly into the dark forest surrounding us. I bow my head and bring my traditional (fav colour) and (second fav colour) lapped kimono style dress up into a curtsy.
My mother Amelia smiles brightly and begins her energetic clapping followed by my father Kiku smiling proudly to me clapping more calmly than my mother. A small gentle smile graced my face illuminated by the lit torches surrounding the stage on which I stoo