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marvel ☂ game of thrones ☂ assassin's creed☂
Ice Skating -JohnDave-Watching the way he glided around the ice, elegantly and smoothly, made Dave feel downright embarrassed. Not that he showed it on his face, of course.Ice Skating -JohnDave- by Igirisu-no-Yuki
His feet moved flawlessly, his hands were graceful as they kept his balance and his head looked onward, a goofy, buck-toothed smile adorning his pale face. Under the floodlights of the rink, even his sky-blue eyes looked perfect as they glittered behind his glasses.
“Come on, Dave!”he called, sliding gently to a halt in front of him. “You were the one who wanted to go skating and show me your ‘awesome skills’, but you haven’t even gotten onto the ice yet!”
“Yeah, well maybe if you hadn’t just dashed on as soon as your boots were fastened! Those things are pretty tough, y’know!”he replied, mentally cringing at such a pathetic excuse. Not as pathetic as his real excuse, though.
It was true that he was the one who called his dorky, yet adorable, excuse of a friend, insisting
FrancexReader - DistractionFrancexReader - Distraction by Randomstarz
"Again?" You paused, your fingers poised over the keyboard in mid-air. Behind you, you felt warm arms wrap around your waist, which was soon followed by the overwhelming scent of roses.
"What?" you replied, returning back to your typing, already knowing who it was. Francis, your boyfriend, laughed, snuggling up against your neck.
"You're doing it again. Paying more attention to that computer of yours than me. What happened to when we first started dating, hm? I was all you thought about."
"How arrogant," you said, rolling your eyes. "You're not the only person in the whole world you know."
"I know," Francis said softly. "So, what are you doing mon cher?"
"Blogging," you said. "My blog's pretty popular, you know."
"Hm..." A curious, yet amused gaze settled on Francis's features. Suddenly, his arms retreated from around your waist, his warmth now gone. You were about to turn around to ask what he was doing when, suddenly, a pair of arms was now in front of you and over the keyboard.
FrancexReader Be My GuestFrancexReaderFrancexReader Be My Guest by professaa19
Be My Guest
'Gosh it's cold out!' You thought as you entered the dimly light French restaurant you were supposed to be meeting your boyfriend at. The two of you had been going out for a while, but recently things had become a little rocky. He has, for the most part, stopped confiding in you, and it feels as though he looks for almost any excuse to get out of spending time with you. Now, these two things are usually indicators that a breakup was not far into the future, but you held onto the tiny ray of hope that things would work out. After all, he was your first love. Tonight was the first night that the two of you would really be together in a long time; therefore, you wanted to make sure it was special.
"Hi, I had a reservation for two tonight." You told the hostess at the front desk. She carefully scanned her paper and seating arrangements before politely responding.
"Yes, right this way miss."
Taking two menus, the hostess brought you to a cozy table nestled in the c
EnglandxReader WannabeEnglandxReaderEnglandxReader Wannabe by professaa19
Today could not have been worse. It started off on a bad note when your alarm failed to wake you up on time for class. You stumbled into the lecture hall half asleep just in time to be given a pop quiz on something your professor had vaguely referenced a week ago. Apparently, your mind didn't think it was important enough to remember. After failing that quiz, you spent the rest of the day trying to focus on school, which was bad enough on its own. Once classes were over, you scrambled to your minimum wage job. Things weren't so bad there, although your boss did give you a thorough lecture about why the customer is always right. You could not have been happier when you were finally relieved by a fellow co-worker.
You heaved a heavy sigh as you closed the door to your small flat that you shared with your boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland.
"Hey, Artie, I'm home." You yelled.
You received no response, so you simply assumed Arthur had gone out for the night. Since you had th