The Call of Magic Pt 3The Call of Magic Pt 3 by Algebra246
In all of honesty it was nice to be outside rather than being cooped up reading a book. Then again…____ felt that that sounded more exciting than being lost with a clueless friend. “I think we’ve past this shop already, Lottie.” She said exasperatedly. Glancing at her friend, she sighed dejectedly at her.
“Aww, look at this kitty!” Lottie cooed at the small kitten that mewed at her. She knelt besides the small creature, petting its calico fur. Purring affectionately, the kitten arched its back, wanting more of Lottie’s touch.
“Aww, yes you are.” Lottie replied in a baby voice.
“Are you…umm…talking to the cat?”
“…Yes, yes I am.”
____ shook her head, a smile on her lips. Lottie paid no attention to her female companion, still conversing with a baby voice. “I know ____’s such a boring person. Do you think I should get her to socialize? (Mew) Aww, that’s a good idea, tak
Silly Verses (America x Reader)Silly Verses (America x Reader) by Algebra246
Messy handwriting is all you can see,
You cannot really read this, deciphering the message,
is harder than counting one, two, three.
Scribbles here and there, along with doodles of heroes he worships.
A few ink drops now and then, as he tries to come up with some verses.
Verses that he has trouble with, especially for girls that are pretty to his eye,
One particular girl who makes him not want to lie.
A simple verse is all he really needs,
Something that makes this girl be with him, guaranteed.
So why is it hard to come up with such a verse,
Maybe he should ask Iggy...no it would be a curse.
Or maybe he can ask France...
Wait...she'll think that with a pervert...there's no chance.
What is it about this girl? Who seems so mysterious...
Causing this boy to be curious.
Then...why is he so nervous?
He who feels in his stomach, feels butterflies,
The boy who feels paralyzed.
He who tries his very best,
putting his heart to the test.
Thinking of a verse, a mere word,
To explain his feelings,
A Queen For A Queen (England x Reader)A Queen For A Queen (England x Reader) by Algebra246
Arthur smirked mentally as he watched your hesitation. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your fingers moved the chess piece on the board. You moved your hand away with a little reluctance, knowing that every move you seem to make would increase the likelihood of losing to Arthur.
What was a day to have a relaxing day of afternoon tea with the British gentleman, you had somehow noticed the chess board, and had the strangest notion of playing with him. He obliged, of course, but warned that he wasn't going easy on you. In his house, you followed him to the sitting room, which consisted of two rather large, comfortable-looking chairs on either side of a coffee table, while in the centre sat a large decorative wooden chess set. Besides the numerous books, stacked neatly along the bookshelves, this chess set was what caught your attention.
You had admired the tow colours and the checkerboard pattern which was made of mahogany, a lighter and darker tone. You were greatly impressed at how
England x Reader- Nice Guys Finish LastEngland x Reader- Nice Guys Finish Last by GoingMadHatter
Come on, Arthur, it's just one simple, miniscule little question. How bad could this possibly turn out?
The blond Englishman kept his determined gaze locked on the old black telephone that he had set out on the wooden table that was in front of him, wringing his hands together to the point where they had gotten a tad raw and uncomfortable. It had surprised him as to how nervous he was acting about the whole situation, and he did have to admit he was being a bit childish. How hard was it to say six simple words to a girl he had known for a good part of his life? Will you go out with me? That was all he had to say, and he thought it easy enough at first. But each time his trembling hand reached out for the phone, he started to think about the possible chance that she could say no and turn him down. But then the vision of her beautiful, toothy smile and brilliant (e/c) hues that seemed to hold a thousand questions still left to be unanswered wafted into his mind, and he
England x Reader Oneshot: Accidents HappenEngland x Reader Oneshot: Accidents Happen by starryxskies
England x Reader
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
_____’s annoyingly loud alarm clock blared in her ears at 6 A.M. She groaned, but she knew that she had to get ready for work. ____ dragged herself out of bed and began her morning routine. Recently, ____ had been more eager to wake up and go to work the next day. Why? Well, ____ worked at a coffee shop, and there was one customer in particular who brightened up her day. His name was Arthur Kirkland. He had gorgeous green eyes, strong eyebrows, messy hair, and a thick British accent that drove her wild. They’d become extremely close during the past few months. When she’d first met him, she was merely attracted to him, within weeks it grew into a crush, and within a few months, that crush grew into love.
Arthur had now become a regular at the coffee shop ____ wo
EnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemenEnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemenEnglandXReader~ Englishmen are policemen by KizaKiza
Well this was bloody fucking brilliant now wasn't it?!
You were only a little bit over the speed limit... only a little....10...15... 20 miles an hour over 45... that was only a little bit. Right?
Okay, it was only going to be a ticket... only a ticket. All you had to worry about was your boyfriend finding out about it...
Yes he might be a police officer but there's still a chance he wont find out about it if the officer walking up to your car now didn't recognize you as his girlfriend. You shrunk into your seat slightly as you listened to the footsteps on the pavement come closer and close... he was at the back of your car now.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the police officer walk up to the window.
Oh God oh God... God dammit iiitttttt....
"May I please see your license and registration please love?"
Of course. OF FUCKING COURSE.
It had to be Arthur. Your boyfriend. The one you were going to t
Here's Hope (EnglandxReader)Here's Hope (EnglandxReader) by popcaocao
You and England had just finished grocery shopping. Both of you carried loads of brown paper bags in your arms, heading to the car. On your way, you spotted an old Englishman scolding a little boy. “You git! How in the bloody hell will we pay for the house with only this much money?! I gave you a job to hand out newspapers and you come back with only a few of them sold!” he shouted, holding the boy up by his jacket collar. You sadly stared, feeling bad for the child. Kids his age should be enjoying life, not being forced into labor. Arthur was also sad and quite angry at the man, but he tugged on your arm and shifted the bags in his hands. “___, we should go. It’s best we don’t interfere” he mumbled, sighing. You turned, giving him the “one minute” look.
Everywhere, everybody needs a neighbor
Showing up when times get hard
But there's friends of sons and daughters
Saying grace without supper in your backyard
Birthplace: : Colorado Springs, Colorado|
Current Location: Anchorage, AK
~It's amazing how our bodies work. What really fascinates me is the brain of the person. How it works, it's really the psychology that interests me.
And as we grow, our brains becomes capable of comprehension, following our dreams and understanding how and why the world works as it does.
And while we grow up, our brains, collecting memories upon memories, it turns into mush when we past away. This just really intrigues me, but this is my bio, not some psychological lecture, so let's proceed.
A few things I like to do in my spare time:
*Write, when I'm motivated
Play piano, ukulele, and viola
Doing Outdoorsy things, great thing to do in Alaska!
Movies!!! I'll watch anything from romance, comedy, to horror. But most of the time, for horror movies, someone has to strap me down with duct tape in order for me to watch it without running away in every scary scene.
Just to name a few of my favourite actors: : Tom Hiddleston, Emma Watson, Daniel Radcliffe, Freddie Highmore, Vera Farmiga,.