angelofyouth

You had cut your hair too short to be pulled back into a ponytail, but too long to be kept off your neck and face. You groaned as you headed back outside to where Miriam’s truck was parked, the back filled with the objects the two of you had to move in. You two had recently moved into this apartment complex after the two of you had finally gotten jobs that could help the both of you move out of your parents’ homes—and it had only taken seven months. Miriam had been luckier than you. “Think about it positively,” Miriam huffed as she pulled out a heavy box. “One day of torture is worth it. We don’t liv

“tinatangi countdown” >Intro< You started your day apprehensively, or at least that was what you told me. The closer the countdown, the more natural it was for anyone to become excited or fidgety or desperate. For some people, it took years for the numbers to reach all zeroes—I had once met a person who had to live until eighty-three to meet their true love, and a second too late—but you had managed to get it at the lucky age of nineteen, when most didn’t manage until their late twenties. However, you didn’t view it as something exciting, something to celebrate—you, the darling (name) (last name) d

You were walking home after your last day of finals. You were both tired and over joyed at the same time. You couldn't wait to get home and relax or call your best friends, Feliciano and Romano, to come over. You have been acting "strange" around them lately. They defiantly noticed that. They always asked why and you couldn't tell them. You defiantly couldn't tell them. You couldn't tell them that you were in love with both of them. Yes, you loved both of the Italian brothers. You couldn't choose between them. You suddenly voices coming from behind you. This wasn't normal because the neighborhood you lived in was extremely quiet. "Ve~ (nam

Toni shifted nervously, waiting for you to arrive. He touched the small velvet box in his pocket, breathing out heavily. A light breeze ruffled his hair as he waited beneath the ancient weeping willow tree. It wasn’t too much longer before he saw you coming towards him, looking radiant in a (f/c) sundress. Love, Oh baby my girl, You're my everything, your beauty blinds me My bride, my present from the heavens above Are you happy? There's tears flowing from your eyes Until the day your black hair turns grey I promise to love you forever Toni had a sudden vision of you in a wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle. His heart ra

Hetalia Performing Arts Series – SpainXReader: Paso Doble You straightened the black tank top you were wearing with the black jazz pants, the outfit that your new dance teacher had requested for everyone in your dance class. Admittedly this particular dance class hadn't been your first choice. You'd hoped to take salsa but there weren't enough teachers to keep up with the demand, so you signed up for a dance class that taught paso doble. You'd never heard of it before, so you were curious about this type of dance. Walking into the dance studio you noticed that all of the other girls in the class were talking excitedly about something.

You sucked in a breath, glancing around the empty room. Every surface was completely covered in paint, splashes of (f/c) covering the plain walls. The paint had made it seem much more like a home, a place of your own, somewhere for just you and your family. Sure, you were only just starting, but this place already felt familiar. You smiled slightly, placing a hand over your face to shelter it from the sunlight bursting through the large window. It was perfect here; everything you had ever dreamed about in a home. You chuckled slightly, deciding to award yourself a break. You'd been working all morning, the warm temperatures only making it ha