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GerIsa - Indoors And Lazy Sorry it's late! I accidentally deleted it while uploading last time, so I rewrote it and made it (hopefully) over 9000 times better! I apologize, it's WAY too short, too! ~~~  Oh, He was going to get it. Her sweet Ludwig was SO going to get it. Isa panted, jogging, pacing her steps. It didn't help that it was freezing out! Isabel was SO going to make Ludwig make her hot cocoa. Why the hell would he want to train at five in the fucking A.M? Flashback Isabel sat comfortably on the couch, glancing from her novel to Ludwig and back. She enjoyed his company so much, and it wasn't just to look at him. Even watchin

Denmark X Reader For Opal-Agito (https://www.deviantart.com/opal-agito) The Beach ~~~ You kicked and screamed, making a big fuss. "Hell no! Asshole, Put me down!" You squirmed. His boisterous laughter filled your ears. "Fine ____, don't be a sissy!" he chuckled, dusting off your shoulder. Something was up. You loved your friend, but sometimes he was just so... sneaky. You knew his plan; You had gone to the beach in a white shirt, a black two piece, and short shorts. Yes, smart. You refused to take off your shirt and go in the water, but you never thought Mathias would be coming along! His plan was to get you into the water whether you wanted to or not. Emil caught up to y

She brushed her red bangs from her face, staring at her own crimson eyes. She had pinned her bangs to the side, in order to impress her love. She wanted everything to be perfect for him. Opening the drawer, she pulled out an elegant red dress and slipped it on, knowing she was going to look her absolute best. Admiring herself in the mirror, she posed a couple times before powdering her nose, her small freckles still dotting her face and cheeks. She stood, wanting to be flawless like her beautiful sister. Lastly, she brushed her hair, twisting it and tieing it up into a neat little ponytail, complete with a red ribbon tied into a perfect littl

 As a child, I was a small annoying little girl with hopes that one day I would be the best musician in the world. I used to cling off my dad as he sung KISS and AC/DC, rocking out on air guitar and even an imaginary drum solo to accompany it. Man, my dad rocked. He still does even, as he rides out on his motorcycle with his MP3 attached to the tape deck as he heads off to work. Because of my dad, I grew to like some of the things he did. Specifically music. As a little girl, my life was run on music, ranging all over the place (or whatever sounded good). Specifically Elvis Presley and Fergie. Why yes, they are two COMPLETELY different peopl

Unsent Letter (Friday, 4:06 PM) Hello you. I know this is sudden, but have I ever told you how much I love your smile? That smile of yours brightens my day. It's a rare smile now, too. I've noticed you've been smiling less and less. Is it because of her? Is it because you're upset? Confused? I'd like to know, so you could smile again. I love that smile. All I want is to see you happy. And your eyes, Oh Gog your eyes. Has anyone ever told you they sparkle? That they're gorgeous? I could swim in them all day long, but I have to tear my gaze away from them. I'm sure you'd think I was creepy if I told you that, so I won't tell you directly. I