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FranceXReader Tomorrow
- "H-hello." It was that first word that sent me spinning into a vortex of desire and unfathomable affection.
- I don't really know what set her apart from the other girls, but if you ever asked me, a million words would come spilling out of my mouth with the passion of a roaring flame. If your fingertips so much grazed her hair, I would pull you away and throw you to the other side of the Earth. I would throw you into the Sun, but that money is better spent on boxes of chocolates and flowers. There's this certain feeling when you look at your soul mate. White spots cloud your vision- making you stumble about and look like a fool. Your heart starts jumping and beating erratically in your chest- pushing up all the blood to your face, making you look like a tomato-head. But mostly, you feel inferior to them- making your legs quiver and feel like Jell-O. All I can do is stare at her like a creep as she goes on about her day. I don't even think I really want to touch her; she seems too good to be true. She seems delicate and fragile, as if she'll shatter into a thousand shards if I ever lay a finger on her. Her eyes are ice-cold and yet serene - which is ironic, since her gaze makes my heart beat four times as fast. But her smile literally radiates light and sunshine - which is ironic because it stops my heart and whisks my breath away. I don't really know how many heart-shaped boxes and rotting bouquets and baskets are strewn around my room, but what I do know is that they aren't supposed to be there. They are supposed to be in her arms, a small blush on her face and a shy smile. That's what I really hate about her. And when I look at how dirtied I am by the marks of other women, and the purity of her angelic soul, I wish that I had met her first. I can't start over, or take courses on self-improvement, or give her her most heart-felt desires. I can't even offer her pleasure; I couldn't bear watching myself tear a gaping hole in her innocence. But how can I offer her something if I can't even approach her and have a normal, friendly conversation with her? I keep telling myself that I'll do it tomorrow, but does tomorrow ever arrive? Will I forever live in the shadows of lies, lust and betrayal, watching and waiting for the light to fade? Or will I finally find my light; my way; my hope? Maybe tomorrow will finally be today.
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DenmarkxReader Oneshot! New Tomorrow...
DenmarkxReader Oneshot! New Tomorrow...
Automatic censor is on, any swearing is bleeped out with ****'s.
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"*UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!*" You groan loudly. You were groaning because you were off to yet another pointless assembly regarding recent activities in your school. Most which is a bunch of junk regarding sports and serious crap.
"Oh cheer up, ________!!!" Your handsome, blond, spiky haired, blue eyed, danish friend since forever said to you. He was your best friend, your worst friend and your crush. But you were content
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A light sigh escaped from your mouth and travelled throughout your sunlit bedroom. It was a bright Saturday morning and you had recently awoken from a good night’s sleep. Now you were comfortably sitting on the edge of your bed trying to think of how you’d spend your day. Unfortunately for you nothing seemed to come to mind. All of your friends were busy with their own plans, and for some reason you didn’t feel like doing what you normally did on the wee
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The late morning sun shown through the newly washed window and bounced off the polished counters. The reflected light made rainbows dance in the air. Colored light wasn’t the only thing in the air, though. The scent of fresh bread, pastries, and warm butter swirled though out of the shop. Anyone walking by would be tempted to press his or her nose to the glass to catch a waft of the aroma. But what could you expect? This was France; in France there is delicious food.
France also happened to be the name of the shop owner and head pastry chef. He had just opened the store for business and was sitting on a small wooden stool. Customers
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Miao.
I was just testing out the htmls when I wrote a really deep sentence.
And thus came thou story!
I don't even know old english so I hope that made sense.
yeah. that's me.
ANYWAY.
fave, comment and watch for some more sexy ac-
AHEM
i meant sucky acknowledgements?
yeah. totally what i meant.
I was just testing out the htmls when I wrote a really deep sentence.
And thus came thou story!
I don't even know old english so I hope that made sense.
yeah. that's me.
ANYWAY.
fave, comment and watch for some more sexy ac-
AHEM
i meant sucky acknowledgements?
yeah. totally what i meant.
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Wow I loved that~!