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I've been awake for a while now, you've got me feeling like a child now,
You look over at the man beside you, breathing softly in the early light. This room, your room; white walls, creamy carpet, ceiling and curtains. The dawn seeps in, leaving a bluish tinge on it all, the white bedsheets and cover bright from the light in the hall. The cover just reaches up to his waist, leaving his chest bare and exposed. You just lean over, feeling the heat radiating from him, his scent fills your nose, reminding you of home. Pure comfort. You want him to hold you, but not just yet. The clock on the beside table reads 5:30, in bright red letters. It makes you miss the ticking of your childhood clock, but not just now. All you want is to focus on him. Every little detail, from navel to neck. He looks so beautiful like this, without his glasses, vulnerable and sweet. His dirty blonde hair spills from the pillow and onto the sheets, because of the angle he's lying at. A dabbling of stubble resides on his chin, slowly fading into his jawline, strawberry blonde – not that he'd admit to it. His hands are palm up and open, arms outstretched, one resting beside yours; irresistible. You gently trace the lines on his palm, watching for any reaction, and just as you run over his love line, his nose wrinkles – a small smile appearing on his face. God, he looks angelic. You lean over him, watching that little smile grow. His eyes flicker open, to look into yours.
"_____" He states, softly, sleepily.
"Alfred."
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face, I get the tingles in a silly place.
You look over at the man beside you, breathing softly in the early light. This room, your room; white walls, creamy carpet, ceiling and curtains. The dawn seeps in, leaving a bluish tinge on it all, the white bedsheets and cover bright from the light in the hall. The cover just reaches up to his waist, leaving his chest bare and exposed. You just lean over, feeling the heat radiating from him, his scent fills your nose, reminding you of home. Pure comfort. You want him to hold you, but not just yet. The clock on the beside table reads 5:30, in bright red letters. It makes you miss the ticking of your childhood clock, but not just now. All you want is to focus on him. Every little detail, from navel to neck. He looks so beautiful like this, without his glasses, vulnerable and sweet. His dirty blonde hair spills from the pillow and onto the sheets, because of the angle he's lying at. A dabbling of stubble resides on his chin, slowly fading into his jawline, strawberry blonde – not that he'd admit to it. His hands are palm up and open, arms outstretched, one resting beside yours; irresistible. You gently trace the lines on his palm, watching for any reaction, and just as you run over his love line, his nose wrinkles – a small smile appearing on his face. God, he looks angelic. You lean over him, watching that little smile grow. His eyes flicker open, to look into yours.
"_____" He states, softly, sleepily.
"Alfred."
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face, I get the tingles in a silly place.
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Stretching yourself out on the couch, you sighed a bit in dismay. You were dressed up all nice; hair done, makeup on, a really nice dress on. Tonight though, you felt like just sitting at home and snuggling. But instead, you were going to have to run around with mentally draining people. But you would smile and get through the night.
A knock at the door jolted your thoughts to a complete stop. Standing up, you inhaled deeply, taking in the warm aroma of the one which was already causing your eyelids to droop a bit,'What I would give to just sleep~'
You proceeded to the door, your bare feet slapping against the ground as
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You were just skimming through some books in the library, when you heard an obnoxious American laugh behind you. Nonchalantly, you turned towards the direction of the noise and almost wanted to face palmed at what was in front of you. Somehow, your annoying best friend Alfred managed to sneak in a hamburger and a soda in the library.
"Hey [name]! What are you doing here?" He asked, after deliberately taking a sip of his soda.
"Looking for a book to read, duh." You replied coolly.
"But reading isn't fun, unless it's reading about comics then it's cool because like there's superheroes and stuff." He babbled.
"Right
anyways what are yo
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This is a mini England X reader. Just because!
Dedicated to my friend! Si sorella! You know who you are ;3
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The rain pelting you just numbed everything. Your anger and sadness felt like it was being washed away. This was exactly what you needed, and exactly where you needed to be, on the roof of your apartment building, curled up in a ball, allowing the rain to soak your clothes and your pain. What did you do wrong? Did your boyfriend really love you? Then why did he break up with you? Did you hurt him? Were you that bad of a person?
You racked you
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Part One? - I don't know.
But I do like this one.
Idea came from wanting to hear the song, and imagining how lovely vulnerable Alfred is....<3
[link] - Take a listen.
Alfred F. Jones © Hidekaz Himaruya
Room © Me.
Song, and Lyrics © Colbie Calliat.
But I do like this one.
Idea came from wanting to hear the song, and imagining how lovely vulnerable Alfred is....<3
[link] - Take a listen.
Alfred F. Jones © Hidekaz Himaruya
Room © Me.
Song, and Lyrics © Colbie Calliat.
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i love this and the song! this is awesome!