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Soft Sod (RussiaxReader: SCR Ch. 8) You wake up slowly, head pounding and shoulder throbbing. A low, incessant chatter surrounds you. You make out the voices of Francis, Arthur, Matt, and someone else. Remembering the incident in the alley, you identify the voice as the man that had rescued and accidentally stabbed you. Groaning, you try to shift your position. You're bombarded with questions as the men notice your movement.
"You're awake; that's a relief. Do you need anything, love?"
"__-______, are y-you okay?"
"Ah, ______, finally. I was beginning to worry. 'Ow are you feeling?"
You open your (e/c) eyes, only to be met with pairs of green, blue, and violet.
"I'm okay, guys, really. Just get me an ice pack and an aspirin and I'll be fine." You reply, pushing yourself into a sitting position. Matt leaves quickly, while Francis and Arthur give you some space.
Your range of vision improving, you notice the man standing behind them, far removed from the group. With his
LanguageThe rolling of 'R's
Pronouncing every vowel
Giving the words a harsh sound
Inflicting an accent
Speaking a foreign tongue
Only scratching the surface
Yet feeling as if
I know a good amount
Slipping the words
Into everyday conversation
To show proficiency
Knowing advanced phrases
Yet not knowing all the basics
Learning in my spare time
While trying to stay a step ahead
Dying for a chance
And speak another language
In its homeland
Wanting to prove myself
Yet now knowing who
That someone is
Trying to gain some common ground
Yet only pushing people away
Practically begging for the chance
To whisper sweet nothings
In another tongue
Lying awake at night
Phrases running through my mind
Not getting closer
But never moving backwards
The thought of being advanced
Forever flashing before my eyes
Always slightly out of reach
When push comes to shove
I have become more advanced
I'm not as gr
Ninja Long hours of training
Sweat that flows from my pores like rain
The injuries I've sustained
The countless repetition
Screams from my straining muscles
FreedomBlowing the loose snow
Swirling the multicolored leaves
Carrying the scent of the ocean on its wings
Stirring up the smell of the seasons
Tangling my hair
Forcing it in front of my eyes
Making me shiver
Or helping cool my skin
From the heat
Causing goosebumps to form on my skin
And a shiver to run up my spine
Or providing power
Making the signs wobble
And pushing against the mechanical muscle of the cars
Slanting the rain
Carrying the clouds
Pushing against the delicacy of nature
Gentle at times
Exerting its power when necessary
Cold in Winter
Hot in Summer
Warm in Spring
Cool in Autumn
Providing freedom for the birds to soar
Winding through the crevices in the wood
Providing movement for ships
Carrying the pollutants
Of the modern day
Once pure as white
Black as coal
I Love YouDoes he know?
But how could he?
Should I tell him now
Or wait for him to make the first move?
Would it be better to just stay away
Or should I try to get closer to him?
Does he know how he affects me?
Does he know the way my heart stops
My breath hitches
My stomach plummets with nerves?
Does he know he keeps the darkness of my mind at bay
Like no one else can?
Is he looking at me
Or just in my direction?
Does he notice how I can barely mumble a coherent sentence
Or how I've become more shy around him?
Does he know I've been watching him from across the room
Whenever I can
Trying to catch a glimpse of his beauty?
Does he know how much the sound of his voice
Leaving me weak in the knees?
Would it be better to leave him
And never make contact with him at all?
Am I deluded for falling so hard for only him
When I usually can't read his emotions?
When there are so many others?
Am I crazy to even have a small bit of hope
That he might possibly feel the same?
Should I complime
Dark Maple Leaves (Dark!CanadaxReader) "Matt, I'm going out." You call to your new boyfriend. His head appears around the corner and he smiles.
"Just hurry back, ______." He says, violet eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
Ever since you had gotten together, you were no longer invisible. People noticed you, and you had finally gotten a job. You had moved in with Matthew, as well. All things considered, life was good.
You pulled up to a red light when it happened. Before you could move, the sound of metal being crushed and scraped was heard, and you felt your body go airborne for a moment. Everything was black as the sound of people yelling faded into the distance.
~Timeskip brought to you by Maple~
In and out, in and out, in and out. You woke to the sound of your own ragged breathing, body q
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