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Asleep (America and England x Reader)PART 1
'Do you want to pull the sickest all-nighter ever? It's not optional, by the way. be outside my window in 20 minutes or there WILL BE CONSEQUENCES
dd/mm/yy- 11:49 PM'
"Alfie! Artie!" ______ greeted as they knocked on her window. "Glad you could make it!"
"You never said this bloke was coming!" Arthur yelled.
"Because if he did, I would've been outside his window with a boom box and I would've made you come with me. Now, getting to business "
"I'm just happy to be here brohas."
"Now that we're all here, let's continue on with the show. Come inside, gentlemen. Be careful, there might be a snake or something in the bushes." ______ smiled as she opened the windows.
Alfred, then Arthur 'hup'ped themselves into ______'s room. The room was lit by a lamp and the glow of a computer screen; ______'s bed was in the corner, a rug in the center, a desk in the opposite corner, and a nightstand with the lamp on top of it were the primary furnishings of said room. The
BTT x Reader - Unreachable? - Chapter 3
While the bad touch trio went separate ways, (name) still sat in the cafè with the man.
Right after one another, within a few minutes, messages from the three guys trying to conquer her heart made her interrupt her conversation.
“Three? Someone who wants to talk to you?” he asked curiously.
“They're not from the same guy....” she absentmindedly answered, looking at her mobile and the newest message from Francis.
“Three guys? At the same time?”
She looked at him and laughed. “I'm not dating them, Joe. I just kinda know them...” she typed in an answer and sent it.
“But they all want to date you, right?”
She laughed again. “Looks like it.”
“Are they good-looking? And smart? Rich? Tall?”
“What? As if I'd tell you.” she grinned.
“Hey! I'm your best friend for god's sake! Just tell me!”
“Yeah, the kind of best friend who leaves for 8 months without saying goodbye!”
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
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