Love PendingI could easily see from the kitchen window that the sidewalk was glazed with ice. I’d always hated winter simply for the fact that I couldn’t leave the house without slipping and sliding everywhere. However, not even the heart-pounding doom threatened by the imminent possibility of falling on my ass could have stopped me from skating awkwardly across the driveway to the mailbox. Snow was heaped on top of the rusted, metal box, and my naked fingers stung when I pulled on the handle to open it.
Every day that week, often multiple times, I had braved the elements to check my mail only to disappoint myself when I found the lack of an envelope peeking at me from the confines of my mailbox. Every time, I would bend over to make sure the mail hadn’t simply been pushed far back into the box and out of sight, but I knew every time that I would find nothing.
Thus, I would then hook my fingers into any point on my car substantial enough to pull myself back up the icy hill that w
Sweet NothingsA/N: These are a bunch of fluffy, warm shorts I wrote for no particular reason other than that I felt like it. You could say these are for “Valentine’s Day” if you wanted to, but that’s not why I wrote them. Let’s just say they have been floating around in my brain for a long time, and I just wanted to get them out. Some of them are with OCs and others are with DMC characters. I labelled them with hearts so you can weed out what you don’t want to read; you’ll find the key below. Don’t take them too seriously because I certainly didn’t; they’re purely for fun. Most of them aren’t conclusive; I just wrote until I didn’t feel like it anymore. I would like to share them with you, however, as an apology for my lack of activity lately—a “treat” if you will. Although I advise you proceed with caution, as the excessive corniness and nauseating romance may induce vomiting.
♥ = OCs
Love PendingI could easily see from the kitchen window that the sidewalk was glazed with ice. I’d always hated winter simply for the fact that I couldn’t leave the house without slipping and sliding everywhere. However, not even the heart-pounding doom threatened by the imminent possibility of falling on my ass could have stopped me from skating awkwardly across the driveway to the mailbox. Snow was heaped on top of the rusted, metal box, and my naked fingers stung when I pulled on the handle to open it.
Every day that week, often multiple times, I had braved the elements to check my mail only to disappoint myself when I found the lack of an envelope peeking at me from the confines of my mailbox. Every time, I would bend over to make sure the mail hadn’t simply been pushed far back into the box and out of sight, but I knew every time that I would find nothing.
Thus, I would then hook my fingers into any point on my car substantial enough to pull myself back up the icy hill that w
Sweet NothingsA/N: These are a bunch of fluffy, warm shorts I wrote for no particular reason other than that I felt like it. You could say these are for “Valentine’s Day” if you wanted to, but that’s not why I wrote them. Let’s just say they have been floating around in my brain for a long time, and I just wanted to get them out. Some of them are with OCs and others are with DMC characters. I labelled them with hearts so you can weed out what you don’t want to read; you’ll find the key below. Don’t take them too seriously because I certainly didn’t; they’re purely for fun. Most of them aren’t conclusive; I just wrote until I didn’t feel like it anymore. I would like to share them with you, however, as an apology for my lack of activity lately—a “treat” if you will. Although I advise you proceed with caution, as the excessive corniness and nauseating romance may induce vomiting.
♥ = OCs
Love PendingI could easily see from the kitchen window that the sidewalk was glazed with ice. I’d always hated winter simply for the fact that I couldn’t leave the house without slipping and sliding everywhere. However, not even the heart-pounding doom threatened by the imminent possibility of falling on my ass could have stopped me from skating awkwardly across the driveway to the mailbox. Snow was heaped on top of the rusted, metal box, and my naked fingers stung when I pulled on the handle to open it.
Every day that week, often multiple times, I had braved the elements to check my mail only to disappoint myself when I found the lack of an envelope peeking at me from the confines of my mailbox. Every time, I would bend over to make sure the mail hadn’t simply been pushed far back into the box and out of sight, but I knew every time that I would find nothing.
Thus, I would then hook my fingers into any point on my car substantial enough to pull myself back up the icy hill that w
Sweet NothingsA/N: These are a bunch of fluffy, warm shorts I wrote for no particular reason other than that I felt like it. You could say these are for “Valentine’s Day” if you wanted to, but that’s not why I wrote them. Let’s just say they have been floating around in my brain for a long time, and I just wanted to get them out. Some of them are with OCs and others are with DMC characters. I labelled them with hearts so you can weed out what you don’t want to read; you’ll find the key below. Don’t take them too seriously because I certainly didn’t; they’re purely for fun. Most of them aren’t conclusive; I just wrote until I didn’t feel like it anymore. I would like to share them with you, however, as an apology for my lack of activity lately—a “treat” if you will. Although I advise you proceed with caution, as the excessive corniness and nauseating romance may induce vomiting.
♥ = OCs