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Made in HollandI had never heard of a music box before she let me hold it. She said it felt too cliché to be real, and thats how she knew that there wasnt any such thing. But I could feel its weight in my hands and hear the tinny tune of its labor, and I started to think that maybe she was wrong.
She said you couldnt trust a musician, and thats all it was. A tiny, plastic, fake of a musician. She even said the sticker on the back had lied, and that it probably wasnt Made in Holland. Probably not any of the other European tourist countries, she said.
When it got so cold that we couldnt feel our fingertips and the sky hurt to look at, I played the music box and pretended I was Made in Holland too.
The LispMarietta suspected strongly by the end of the week, but had little opportunity to pinpoint any proof. She spent every spare moment with Henry in the subtle pursuit of slipping him up, jarring the conversation into unexpected turns. Yes became a rather indifferent okay or alright, no matter how many different ways she managed to ask for affirmation. He veered around plurals and possessives as if they were road kill.
How many balloons are there? she asked.
Eight, said Henry.
Not seven? It looks to me like there are seven.
Henry stiffened but didnt back down. Huh. I thought I noted one more.
You mean you thought you spotted it? Saw it, maybe? Noticed it, even?
Henry tied the balloons to the chair and turned to face her.
I didnt note it, he said.
And that was the end of that.
Marietta wondered if she was the only one to detect
The Man in the Bowler HatIn his defense, the man at the door looked more pathetic to Lydia than a red sock on laundry day. He gripped the wet bowler hat with two clenched fists, dripping considerably on her Wipe Your Paws welcome mat. She had trouble keeping her eyes open long enough to glare at him.
Four in the morning, she said. You know, like the little hand on the four, except you have a tad trouble seeing it, what with it being dark outside?
Miss, I know it might come as a shock to you, but-
Shock? No. Surprisingly, things dont seem very shocking at you-must-be-kidding-me oclock. The milk hasnt even come yet. You have me up earlier than the milk.
The man with the bowler hat studied the dahlias hanging over the archway of the front door. They were salmon, the color of doubt. We found her, Miss. And she wants to see you. We found her and she wants to see you as soon as you can.
Lydia was already searching for her shoes
Prank war (Martin.F/Reader vs Benedict.C/Andrew.S)You sat beside Martin reading over the script for the last episode of Sherlock season 2.
“Hey Martin” You said looking over at him.
“Yes?” Martin replied putting down his script.
“How pissed would Andrew be if I slap-cam’d him?” You asked smirking slightly.
“I have no idea” Martin shrugged.
“I need your assistance!” You grinned standing up. Martin rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. The two of you planned where and when to slap cam Andrew and went out to buy some whipped cream and a pie.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You looked at Martin who nodded.
“Definitely” Martin replied holding the cream pie in his hand.
“Ok then is Mark in position?” You asked. Martin looked over at Mark Gatiss and saw him standing there holding up your phone.
“He’s either waiting for us or playing Angry Birds” Martin nodded.
“Ok then…..There they are!” You smirked pointing
BBW Rainbow DashSighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began
In The Pines (America x Child!Reader)America x Child!Reader
Songfic: In the Pines (Where Did You Sleep Last Night)
From: The Walking Dead Season 2, Episode 2 credit song
Little girl,little girl don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
I walked in the forest my gun ready to shoot anything, that comes out at me.
It's been a couple years sense Virus Z spread in the world. America was one of the worst hit the the virus. I owe my parents death because of it. I look over to the right, and see a man with a rifle coming my way. My body jumps into a bush until I could clearly see the man.
The man had blonde hair, with cerulean eyes. His black-framed glasses leaned forward as he scoured the area.
"Please come out, I'm not gonna hurt you," he yelled.
Out of curiosity, and lack of supplies, I went towards the man, eventually revealing myself.
"Hi, my name is (y/n), it's nice to meet someone who isn't a walker," I whispered.
The man smiled, and leaned down, so he was my height and directly
Waiting for Superman (America x Reader) [Request]America x Reader
Waiting for Superman
She's been watching the taxi driver
He pulls away
she's been locked up in her apartment for a hundred days
I put my hands over my window, to see the beautiful city of New York. I watched a taxi driver pull up at my apartment complex, and leave with what it seems a very enthusiastic, Alfred comes out of. I soon hear a buzzing coming from my apartment, with the voice of Alfred echoing through it.
"Hey dudette, why don't we hang out today. I haven't seen you outside for like a hundred days, try to forget about "him" for today," Alfred yelled.
Yeah, he still coming running a little bit late
He got stuck at the Laundromat washing his cape
"He's just running late Alfred, most likely at the laundromat. To many people are there these days," I yelled back.
I pressed the button for Alfred to come to my apartment. Eventually I hear jiggling at the door. I go over to the nob and open it, and go back to my window.
Marco X Reader: Flames of A PhoenixCelebratory cheers were heard, ringing out across the deck of the Moby Dick as every ship division and its commanders gathered on the main ship, downing barrels of sake in thick wooden mugs with their great father, Whitebeard.
You were among everyone of course, celebrating the great win against some random, but formidable pirate gang that dared oppose you. Happening a mere ten minutes ago, doing your usual work on one of the ships, it was suddenly attacked by some outrageous outlaws. Sadly for them, it was the ship managed by the first division commander, Marco. The man you were proud to be working closely with, powers matching equally when fighting by each other’s side. Not counting his devil fruit ability of course. That put him on a whole new level. The random battle taking place, a few injuries happened here and there, but overall, you caused a serious amount of deaths, as well as Marco, wiping out every sly shit that thought they could take down the first division alongside
F.A.C.ExReader Randy Jackson!
You were bored so bored and didn't know what to do
You can't watch T.V. There was nothing interesting showing so you couldn't watch anything
You couldn't play any games because you felt like playing horror games but you knew you were gonna have nightmares and stuff
So since you couldn't do anything you were just walking around while wearing a long brown coat
"What am I gonna do? It's 5:00pm and I already ate dinner early...hmm maybe I should buy some Manga?" You suggested to yourself then you remembered , "I don't have enough money..." You then grumbled ,"Wait, Maybe I can call Eliza and maybe hang out with her!" Then you pulled out your phone and called her , "Hey El--" You were cut off by hearing the message thingy , "Tsk She's not available "
"Hmm " You said and remembered you actually had a boyfriend , And it was Alfred . F Jones!~ , "I should call him and play horror games with him!" Then you dialed his number on the phone you still had in your hand , "Hey
The worst Fusion: 2P-1P x Reader - Pt. 1(?)This is it. This is the conference you normally go because you're one of them, but at the same time not one of them.
At some point, Arthur, also known as England, thought it would be a wonderful idea to mix this world and smash it together with the opposite universe, which everyone in the conference room would call the second player universe. To be honest, the next day he started yelling at everyone about why no one stopped him. Simple answer: he was completely hammered to the point where one touch will send him into a rampage. And the same day he was screaming about the mess the spell caused. The two worlds literally fused together and everyone's belongings fell ontop of each other. Surprisingly, the houses were not affected. And since then, every nation were busy cleaning up a rather very large mess that the magic left in their homes.
And then there's you. The only puny (as small as Liechtenstein's) country, who is also just an island, that doesn't have a
A Rare Sense of Humor Ch.11Castiel brushed hismelf off as he stood.
"Gabriel's spell.. I must have-" he stopped short, stoic features looking between Dean and Sam with deep concern. He looked confused trying to surmise on his own what had happened.
"Sam... Your head-"
"Cas, turn around." Dean interjected. Castiel immediately looked over his shoulder. Like a dog chasing his tail, he spun around in an attempt to see the bright, plastic blue angel wings protruding from his back.
Even Sam couldnt help but snicker at the sight, despite his own misfortune. Cas gave up trying to chase the wings and groaned. This was ridiculous. He was an angel of the lord, not an object of ridicule.
"Well," said Sam, dipping his head side to side, testing the weight of the antlers, "I guess it could be worse..." Castiel shot him a glare. With mild hesitance, the trio pushed onwards down the candy laden path.
One thing Sam had been right about was how everything was amplified, magnified to extreme sights, s
Caesar Clown X Reader: ExperimentThe sharp metallic sound of the floor echoed through the halls as you made your way through the laboratory on Punk Hazard, holding a test tube with a drug sample in it on your way to Caesar’s room. It made you feel overjoyed to be working so closely with him, unlike the others. Humming a small tune of happiness, you punched in a code and opened the door, stepping inside the spacious room usually being used to relax in or discuss other matters.
“Caesar! I’m back with the results!” You called, voice reverberating from the steel walls back at you.
Oddly enough, no one answered back. The room was completely empty. Not even Monet sat on the side bar, reading as she usually did. Curiously, you roamed around the room, swirling the test tubes contents, conflicting the blue and purple colours within. Squeezing its cork in further, you glanced to the side and noticed the door to his lab where he constantly mixed different chemicals and gases together. It was ever so
Lincoln LogsLincoln Logs, she said.
You dont like them?
She smoothed out the wrapping paper on her lap and frowned. I asked for that poetry book. You know, the one with the picture of the tree on the front?
And I had planned on getting it for her until I saw the little sticker with the price on the back.
You cant build a house out of poetry, I said.
She burst into tears, and I got the feeling it was the wrong thing to say.
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