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"(Name!)" Someone yelled, hoping to catch your attention. You keep ignoring the voice, walking straight ahead of you with your best friend at your side. "Hey, I think someone's trying to get your attention, (Na-)" "Shush!" you whisper-shouted at her, sending her a glare. "I'm ignoring him. Learn to read the mood." Kanaya gave you a look, stopping in her tracks. "(Name), I highly suggest you talk to him. He won't leave us alone unless you do so." Her green eyes went to look behind you. Sure enough, Cronus was walking up to your little group with a smug grin on his face. "Hey there, kitten," Cronus greeted as soon as he reached you. You di

•  I ask people about their signs, so I can shake my head and giggle. • When I see a frog, I think of ancient ruins. • Computer games seem more life threatening. • Trolling has taken on an entirely new meaning for me. •  I have rethought about the safeness of apple juice. •  Starry nights are funnier. •  Ghosts are really cool, whether they be green and saved as a computer background or wandering aimlessly around. •  Magic 8 balls and cue balls are now very fascinating for me. •  I secretly despise Betty Crocker and some baking food products. •  I wonder if people can have different colored b

Denmark x Reader - Wake Up Call Mathias stood at the side of a bed, leaning over it slightly and staring down at _______, his girlfriend who, currently, was sleeping. He let his gaze sweep over her slowly. Her hair was messy but looked soft - it made him want to run his hands through it and although his fingers twitched, he refrained from doing so. Barely. Her face was clear of expression and peaceful, mouth slightly parted. Limbs sticking out in all directions made him chuckle and grin. He decided to wake her up. '_______.' She didn't move. Mathias lent closer, reaching out a hand to shake her gently. '_______, wake up.... Common, [n

Alistair Kirkland, let out a huge breath of smoke, as he peered down over the couch arm to see his friend (your name) flipping open a laptop screen. “What are ye doin'?” he asked, his thick accent made her want to swoon. “I want to ask you some questions.” she answered, hoping her friend would agree instead of finding a bypass to avoid it. “Fine then.” he grumbled. “But be quick.” By then, (your name) was already on the apparent 'site' and began to scroll down the page. “Is is true that Scottish are all gingers?” Alistair looked to the top of his head to see a little glimps

'All done.' You smiled as you zipped up your beige colored bag. Putting away your last piece of luggage, you sighed as you stepped into the car and started the ignition, only just beginning your exciting drive. You were headed to Niagara Falls! You smiled as you checked your rear-view mirrors, backing out of the driveway and soon drove out of your neighborhood to miles way beyond. Your friends, Alfred and Matthew, received a short vacation from work a few days ago and decided they should go out somewhere for the weekend. However, they couldn't decide for the love of Feliciano's pasta on where to go for a trip as Alfred kept suggesting place