FullMoon74

Ding Dong. 'C'mon! Answer already, please!' Ding Dong. "Feliciano! Thank go- ...Ehhh?" Before you could speak further, you seem to notice that he just was wearing a white shirt that obviously didn't fit him at all. Also, you weren't sure if he was wearing anything underneath that. "I'm not...interrupting anything, am I?" you ask so tensely that you had to refrain yourself from blushing. "Ehhhh? Oh! Excuse my messy appearance, bella! I was…uh- ju-just taking a siesta, you know, as usual. You know me,” your Italian friend joke around, scrambling the rest of his words out of his mouth. “So, any reason why you have visit me

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like eskim- (Name) turned the power off on her car radio. It was just starting to become winter and they were already playing Christmas music on the radio. She just wanted winter to be over with so it could be spring again. Nothing would really change except the seasons. She wished she didn’t hate winter so much but she couldn’t really help it. She used loved winter and everything associated with it until that one day five years ago a week before Christmas when her parents were driving home on a cold w

You hummed softly as you walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, fresh-out-of-the-dryer towel in hand. The house was quiet, and all of the windows were thrown open, letting in the warm spring sunlight. You smiled and pushed the bathroom door open. You squeaked as you strode into the bathroom to be greeted by a showering Gilbert. Your face turned bright red, and you looked down, stuttering apologies. “I am so, so, so sorry Gilbert. I had no idea you were in here. I didn't even know you were home so I was going to take a shower, and I'm so sorry...” you stopped yourself before you could babble any more, and steered yourself t

Thick Headed SokkaxReader Request for L-i-NKedxART “We turn this way!” you heard a loud voice shout from outside your door. You groaned. It was too late to deal with travelers. “Sokka! We just came from that way!” “How about we ask for directions?” the cheerful voice of a younger boy asked, “There’s a house right there.” Yeah. Your house. “No. My instincts say to go this way.” Snorting, you held back a laugh. Men and their instincts. “Your instincts will get us killed,” the girl’s voice from earlier said. The girl and the boy with the instinc