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Iceland X Reader~Mismatched Thoughts
You wiped the sweat that had formed onto your brow. You sighed, the warm air filling your lungs as the summer cicadas whined and whispered all around you as you stared out at the grand lake before you. You had taken a summer job as a life guard out at the lake nearby your house. You didn't want to rely on your parents for money too much, and Emilyour best friendhad his birthday coming up and you wanted to give him something really nice.
You adjusted in your tall chair and stared out into the setting sun. The job had some of its perks, like the setting sun that you were able to see before having to clear up the beach.
"Hey ____!" You heard someone shouting from below. You looked down and saw Emil waving from below, a small smile on his face.
"Hahey Emil!" You shouted back, laughing as you plopped down in front of him. You ran your hand through your ____, tousled hair and gave him a whole-hearted smile. You loved the kid to death, you swore you did. There was
HetaliaXReader~Uta No Hetalia Sama!! Pt. 4
So today was the day you and Antonio were going to record your song as a final grade! You couldn't have been pumped up even less!! Your first collaborated song was going to be great; Antonio's voice was so lively and carefree that there was no way that this wouldn't be great. His voice was perfect.
You could see he was having fun in the recording booth, even occasionally swaying with the music. When he turned his head to look at you, you gave him a thumbs up and he looked away, slightly blushing.
When it was Ms. Austria's class, she began teaching about the do's and don'ts of the musical world.
"As you can see, love-centered relationships have never worked out very well in the music business, so people try to not mix love with work. So now you know why we have the rule, 'students cannot fall in love with their companions' as a mandatory rule." She tossed her waist-length brown hair and clasped her hands together.
You had no idea that the school had this rule! You whispered over to Liz
HetaliaXReader~Uta No Hetalia Sama!! Pt. 3
As the days passed, and after hours and hours of studying and compositions, you and Antonio had created your very first song. You looked at it in pure bliss; sure it wasn't complex since you weren't so skilled at reading music yet, but you were studying so hard out of school; even passing up dinner offers from Liz.
You went into one of the sound-proof practice rooms where a black and sleek piano was awaiting your eager fingers. You were supposed to play the song out loud in class even though you pre-recorded it before. Oustoria-sensei wanted authenticity.
You closed your eyes and felt your fingers glide over the keys; your hands lifting over the piano ever so slightly like a feather. A smile passed over your face as the notes sang and chanted in a heart-warming tune.
There was a slight rasp on the door.
You froze up and turned towards the door, the little window on it showing the same girl who taunted you from the day before, a disgusted smirk on her face. She mouthed a string of words
Hetalia X Reader ~ Uta No Hetalia Sama!! Pt.2
Hetalia X Reader ~ Uta No Hetalia Sama!! Part 2
He raised an eyebrow and waited for you to spit it out.
You swallowed and entered the room slowly, trying to make sure that it wasn't a dream; that this was all real. "You're Sadiq Annan, aren't you?"
His green eyes were piercing your with a kind of menace, the air thick with tension. He slowly nodded his head and waited for your reaction.
"So it is you," You breathed, face flushing. Sadiq's song was the one that saved you the day you couldn't handle all the pressure that was being put on you, you almost collapsed. Yet his song, true and sweet, was able to pierce through your ears and into your heart.
"Yea, so? You're probably in that group who think of me as a joke," He spat, making his way to the door.
"I don't! I really don't . . ." Your voice trailed off when he walked passed you and out the door without a second glance.
Why would he think that you would treat him like a joke? You loved his music! It was always at the back of
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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