2p!Poland x Reader- Unexpected Chemistry (part 9) by eriko-neko, literature
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2p!Poland x Reader- Unexpected Chemistry (part 9)
Chapter 9
You left your seventh-period class five minutes early. You had a plan to where you would get to Feliks’ class before the bell rang to beat Dyah to him. You assumed she would pick him up from the class, so you asked him about his schedule after first-period.
You sat next to the door of the classroom as the school announcements broadcasted. When they were done, and the bell rang, you stood to your feet and watched the teens as they left the class.
You grabbed Feliks’ arm when you saw him and began to drag him down the halls and through the mass of other students. He kept quiet and just followed behind you.
When you mad
2p!Poland x Reader- Unexpected Chemistry (part 8) by eriko-neko, literature
Literature
2p!Poland x Reader- Unexpected Chemistry (part 8)
Chapter 8
The next day, Dyah grabbed Feliks by his wrist after he got out of her car and walked him to the school doors.
“School hasn’t even started yet, and it’s already working my last nerve right now,” she groaned. She tossed her head back and added, “It’s only Thursday too.”
“I want to bite something,” Feliks said.
Dyah reached into one of the compartments of her messenger bag then held out a pencil for him. As he took it, Dyah’s eyes widened.
“Aye! Who’s that girl you’re talking to?” she asked him.
“(name).”
“Yeah, her. What class
Sensory (Hairdresser!Poland x Reader) by UnluckyAmulet, literature
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Sensory (Hairdresser!Poland x Reader)
You twist a strand of hair around your finger, almost going cross-eyed as you examine the split-ends. Ugh.
You slouch a little in your seat, feeling scruffier and scruffier as you sit there, watching all of the other people waiting to get up to be beautified. The room smells like hairspray and, over the sound of the radio, the raspy snip of scissors fills the air. You knew you'd left it too long to come here, but one thing lead to another and you just never seemed able to find the time. There's something about the cool, polished salon that's almost vaguely intimidating to you, mirrors situated around the room, showing you your anxious expres
2p!Poland x reader- That's, uhm, cool. (part 3) by eriko-neko, literature
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2p!Poland x reader- That's, uhm, cool. (part 3)
You took the city bus to the location you agreed upon with Feliks. As you sat on the bus fiddling your fingers, you were thinking over your decision. You didn't have anything on you, including a cellphone. You couldn't even call for help, if you were to actually need it.
You weren't too sure what you were thinking. There were such things as creeps in the world, and Feliks did give off a very 'stranger danger' type vibe, but you weren't one to judge people on how they appeared. You also weren't one to listen to others. You had to find out for yourself.
The bus stopped, and you stood up to leave along with others. You walked the short distanc
2p!Poland x reader- That's, uhm, cool. (part 1) by eriko-neko, literature
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2p!Poland x reader- That's, uhm, cool. (part 1)
You were leaning against lockers as your friend Nancy was searching hers for a book and Tyler, your male friend, was going on about what outfit he should wear to the next party that he "foresaw" was coming.
"Alright. Alright. What if I wear my pink sweater that goes off my shoulders, jean skirt, and white leggings? No! Wait! White skirt, pink leggings, and white flats! Boom! Wait! Screw the leggings; show more skin!"
"You're putting too much thought into something that you dreamed about last night. I don't think anybody's having a party. Especially not Ravis after Nancy totally trashed the house last week," you noted.
"I still don't rememb
Poland x Reader - Daisy by Sophie-Frost, literature
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Poland x Reader - Daisy
"Meow, meow..." the sound echoed loudly throughout the house.
"Finny, how I hate you...!" groaned a (h/c) haired girl, diving deeper into her pillow in a tentative to, at least, diminish the quantity of the annoying sound that reached her ears alongside a maybe too familiar laughter.
A train of sung 'meow's echoed on her eardrums, causing a headache to start raising; annoyed, (f/n) hurriedly got up and stomped her way to the living room where her husband was entertained playing with one of the presents he had received for Christmas.
"For god's sake, Feliks!" she shot, walking into the room; the male, acknowledging the new presence, raised his
15. Silence
“Finally!” You spun around to see who it was who had said that. “All this time into the school year and I finally meet this girl that has all the boys swept up in their hormones. I swear I heard that even Berwald gave you a once over. Hmm,” he said looking you up and down a gain. “You are pretty cute.” It was a boy – maybe a boy? He had blonde hair that fell just below his/her chin and green mischievous eyes. His/her voice was definitely deep enough to be a boy’s, but his/her choice in clothing…. A cream-colored sweater dress with pink leggings and beige Uggs? “I’m
PolandXReader Dreaming of a knight with wings by AlicesRoses, literature
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PolandXReader Dreaming of a knight with wings
"Feliks!" She comes to me late at night, grinning. "He came again! I saw him in my dream again!" She whispers but I know she can barely contain her excitement, she would rather scream all that while jumping around in my room. But thankfully she doesn't, it's at least three in the morning. "And you wake me up, because?" I question her with a smile every single time, but I already know the reason.
"Because I'm just too happy to hold it in, I need to tell someone. He saved me again and he was so beautiful... Mh, why do I have to wake up so early every time?" Sitting on the side of my bed she holds herself, frowning in utter disappointment so mu
100 Themes Challenge: #27- Cut by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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100 Themes Challenge: #27- Cut
Theme #27: Cut
Character: Feliks Łukasiewicz
She followed the same routine everyday.
8:00 AM. She would enter the diner.
8:15 AM. She would exit the diner, bearing a hot drink and a doughnut. She would make her way to the train station.
8:30 AM. She arrived to the station, pulling a book from her bag and waiting for the 8:50.
8:50 AM. She would get on the train, and wouldn't return until 5:10 PM.
Everyday, she followed this schedule.
Everyday he tried to summon the courage to speak to her.
He watched her each morning, his ride never departing until 9:10, his route almost identical to her own.
He's not certain when he started to