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Wounded Confession - Christophe X Oliver - SP by CutieDaCupcakz, literature
Literature
Wounded Confession - Christophe X Oliver - SP
He loves her. He loves the way her blue eyes sparkled when she was given something or when she was outside and getting dirty. He loves the way that when they went out to get soda, she would insist that she payed, then pulled out only fifty cents, and changed her mind. He loves the way her short orange hair would bounce when she ran. He loves everything about her. They went back. They went back a long way. She had known him since they were little. Today. Today was the day he would tell her, tell her how he felt.
The way to her house was a long walk, though he was used to it. Normally walking everywhere he went. His feet miraculously never
The Warden X Reader Part 2 by CutieDaCupcakz, literature
Literature
The Warden X Reader Part 2
"-ake u-!"
"WAK- UP!"
"Dammit, I think The Warden killed her..."
"Now now, let's not jump to conclusions!"
"THAT'S BULLSHIT!"
"A-Alice?! Where are you going?!"
That was the conversation you overheard before your (e/c) orbs fluttered open, your eyes wide. Looking around the room you realized you weren't at your house anymore. The room was bright and colorful, making your eyes hurt just by the look. As soon as you sat up the door opened to reveal a muscular... Woman? Man? You honestly couldn't tell... And a smaller man with a large forehead. "WARDEN IS IN THE HOUSE!" The Warden yelled, pushing aside Alice and Jarred. "OHOHOHO~! Looks lik
Child! Mole X Reder X Child! Gregory by CutieDaCupcakz, literature
Literature
Child! Mole X Reder X Child! Gregory
You were sitting on your swervey chair browsing the internet when you hear tiny hands banging on your door. Not being prepared for visitors you had on a tank top and some sweats. You opened the door to find nobody, mumbling to yourself "Damn pests...". Before you could turn aroun, in the kitchen you hear a plate crash to the floor, causing you to run out of your room to the kitchen, only to find two small children, frozen as if they had been caught. The cleaner one was sitting on a chair, still struggling to open up a box of waffles, while the dirtier one was reaching up to the counter, trying to reach a box which said the words 'Chocolate
