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I Love the Tooth Fairy! ( Tooth x Boy!Reader )
You crawled into your bed, taking the tooth out of your pocket and under the blue pillow. " I'll see her tonight, I will, I promise" You whispered to yourself, laying down and covering yourself up with the covers. Soon, as expected you've fallen asleep. One of the baby tooth's peered into your room and smiled, as it flew over and went under your pillow; snatching the tooth and replacing it with a coin. The baby tooth admired the tooth for too long as it heard a gasp and a " I knew you were real!". The baby tooth turned around and squeaked, as you were pretending to sleep.
" A-Are you the tooth fairy?" You asked, your voice sounding soft. The creature nodded, knowing it wasn't really the tooth fairy. " W-Well" You stammered. " I love you lots, h-here" You grabbed a picture you made of the Tooth fairy and handed it to the small creature. " have this" You smiled and took the coin, putting it back under your pillow and laying back don. " See you when I lose another tooth!" You stated
“_______, _______ wake up its Easter its Easter”. Your head shot up and you rubbed your eyes. There jumping up and down on your bed was your little sister ______ and she was obviously excited. Easter was your favourite holiday with all the egg hunting and all the fun. Though what you liked to do the best is to try and find the Easter bunny and your sister would always help you. You may be (y/a) but you still believed in the guardians. Your two favourites are the sandman and the Easter bunny. You also like Santa and the tooth fairy but not as much as your two favourites. As for Jack frost you didn’t really like him because sometimes he would make it snow on Easter. Not that you didn’t like the snow you just didn’t want it to snow on Easter because it would always cover the eggs so the children couldn’t find them. You and your sister brushed your teeth, got dressed, brushed your hair and went down stairs for breakfast. When you both ha
Don't Wanna Chase a Rabbit Don't Wanna Chase a Rabbit
A Rise of the Guardians Fanfiction One-Shot
"Emory, you've gotta focus if you wanna be able to travel underground," Bunnymund instructed.
Emory always had a bad habit of being absent-minded. She liked to explore places on her own and make her own observations and not have some instructor lecture her. Bunnymund understood this, but he wanted-no he needed her to realize. If she was gonna be his assistant, if she was going to be a guardian, she would have to be able to be just in touch with nature as he was.
Keeping within nature's rhythm, was essential knowledge for being the Easter Bunny. If it was that significant to the Easter Bunny, it should be just as significant to his second-in-command assistant. Bunnymund was a bit hesitant with the idea, always liked being a bit of a loner when it came to him and his holiday. Well, he had the egglettes, so he wasn't fully alone. Bunny only agreed to the i
The Cutest Bunny of All! ( Bunnymund Drabble)
You gaped at a small bunny rabbit you saw not to far from you. You grinned and went after it, but in result it ran away. You pouted and slumped your shoulder. It was Easter and as you were finding eggs, you found the cutest bunny ever. You loved it so much. " Darnnit!" You yelled, kicking some dirt and storming off to find your Easter basket again. In the bushes, hid a bunny about the size of a human, he held the small rabbit in his hands. " yeah, ain't she the funnest on Easter?" He asked the bunny, the bunny squeaked in reply as Bunnymund nodded. " Let's go " He held the bunny close, and started to hide Easter eggs once again, you on the back of his mind.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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