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el azul es un color que el amaba y odiaba a partes iguales, pero algo le decía que había mas en su vida, que esa paletaAll Rights Reserved

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Dances in the Rain//Ranboo x Reader Fan Fiction by nyxara_

There he was again. The same boy from across the street, staring at you like always. He looked like he was in the middle of throwing the trash away. Even after you talked to him he still looked over here like he had to ask permission to speak to you. You glanced over to him, waving hello as well. You could see him stiffen and continue to throw away the bag in his hand. You closed your book, rolling your eyes. You threw it into your room then carefully hopped down from the little roof perch under your window. You fell down on your back, that wasn't as graceful as you were hoping but you quickly brushed yourself off and stood back up. You hurriedly ran across the street to his house. He heard your footsteps from behind and turned around. You rested your hands on your knees, panting. He chuckled. "Uh you good?" You slowly stood up, nodding. "Yeah i'm good." You placed a hand on his shoulder, a smile creeping onto your face. "Meet me at our spot."

Pandora's Vault / Box / Jar (A Dream SMP and Reader Fan-Fiction) by AnExistingExistence

(A/N: This is a story with reader input in the form of the character (Y/N), who will be given the pronouns they/them so nobody feels left out, the dream SMP is real (not just a Minecraft server) and this story involves: Greek mythology, violence, romance, breaking of the fourth wall. If you're not comfortable with any of this, I recommend you do not read this. You can still do so, but then please don't be mad at me, since you just now have been warned.) -------------------- Months? Years? They truly couldn't tell anymore. The four walls of their cell looked all the same, and sometimes those walls would be the ceiling or the floor, and not even that could surprise (Y/N) anymore. This prison was quite lonely as well, and that wasn't even the worst part about it. The worst part was the cold reality of everything (Y/N) had done to get here. The bottom of the barrel - the worst scum one could become, that's what they were, and they knew it. But they would endure it until they died. They would sit here until their unavoidable demise, and they would do it for him. Just to see their best friend's face again. Maybe not in this life, but hopefully in another. And maybe then, they would finally be able to tell Wilbur how they felt. -------------------- Started on: May 20th, 2021 Finished writing on: September 8th, 2021 Finished editing and (poorly done) proof reading: September 23rd, 2021 Word count: 33.757

The Hues of Reality: The Story Of ROYGBIV by EvolvingEye_5

What if the colors we see every day serve as a bookmark of our own experiences? Can we just call it the "color incarnate"? The spectrum can tell a lot of things about the hues of reality. Focusing on the seven people in the painting, painted by a twisted yet genius painter. Nicole once asked herself, "What if I am weak?" Shane asked, "What if I am sad?" Jacob asked, "What if I am too realistic?" Portho asked, "What if I am disconnected?" Luke asked, "What if I am too passive?" Clarence and his friends also asked, "What if we are too impractical?" Martha asked, "What if they find out?" Starting from the fiercest red down to the inimical violet, these seven people of the spectrum will recall something about their wheel of experiences and give meaning to the tint, tone, and shade of what was called a "masterpiece."

Palette by TwelveTurquoise12

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𝐄𝐑𝐑Ø𝐑 , yan!dream smp by hanamocha

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