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It had not been a good day. Well, it had started off fine, but by the end of it, you had lost your watch, you were wearing stolen clothes, and had tried to eat one of your roommate’s arms. It was the night of your friend Alfred’s birthday party, an “anything but clothes” party. The birthday boy in question was wearing a suit entirely made out of duct tape, while you and your roommates, Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio, wore matching garbage bags with holes cut in them for your legs and arms. From the minute you showed up, it was assured that tonight would be rather crazy. Set neatly on a white table right in front of t

"Oh my god hot-mm," you're words where abruptly cut off by Jean's chapped ones. You were currently being held against a wall, wrists pinned over your head and toes on their tips to try and be as tall and you're best friend. Wait no, Jean was you're boyfriend now, you really needed to stop forgetting that. It was only a few sparring moments before said boyfriend pulled away, giving you a irritant glare and going back to playing his video game. Aw. Now you'd have to think of new ways to make him kiss you. Dang Zelda might as well be his date instead of you, Jean was gaming so much lately. Rent. Perfect nagging material. "Hey Jean," you spok

 It had only been a week since you started rooming with Alfred F. Jones at your new school, World Academy, and you already hated him. What can you say, you don’t always get along well with people, and he’s annoying! Everything he does, really. He’s always way too loud, he never tells you when his friends are coming over, he has no sense of personal space, he’s way too excitable, his hair is stupid, he’s scared easily, his face is annoying, his smile is way too fucking cute, his eyes are so damn distractingly beautiful, his stupidass lips are- Okay maybe you lied a little when you said you hated him. If you wer

2. Love You were fully aware of what this feeling was. Really, you had read too many romance novels to  not  know. The feeling that rested in your stomach and in your smile only came around that one person. He was your best friend, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. You knew there would be no time for you to ‘spill all the pent up feelings that were mentally destroying you’ to him. Matthew Williams already had a boyfriend, after all, and that was great. They loved each other, they were happy, who were you to create problems in their life? You loved that Canadian dork far too much too much to cause him worry.

1. Introduction You always hated the wind. It was a chilly Tuesday afternoon in autumn, and you had just recently left your high school building and starting to head home. The first thing you noticed about the weather was how it was very windy. Now, the list of things you hated was a very long list indeed, but wind and autumn were most definitely in the top ten. You hated fall because, who gave a shit if it was ‘pretty’ it was always windy as hell in this damn season. You hated the wind for completely different reasons, though. The day your dad and younger brother had died was a cold and windy day. You didn’t so much c

 It was the year 3028, and all of the countries wished they could say that everything was just as fine as it was a long time ago. See, the nations were changing. The Italians had recently separated into two separate countries, and Italy didn’t like to talk about it. Germany had lost his brother, a loss which everyone felt, even if Prussia hadn’t been a country anymore. England had rose up and tried for world domination again, but only got to Ireland where he was knocked down flat. Canada was now noticed, maybe even more than he would have liked, as he was now a prominent country per that lack of the United States. Yes, as strong

 I was staring, and I know that it’s rude, but I just can’t stop. The boy at the register looked in rather deep thought as he scanned twenty boxes of toothpicks. It was so adorable I thought my heart would explode. “Er, Excuse me sir,” the boy spoke. His voice drifted through the air as if it was sweet, sweet ukulele music for my ears only, “but weren’t you here yesterday…?” My stomach did a backflip, my future wife had remembered me! It was a dream come true. “Yes.” “A-and didn’t you buy toothpicks yesterday as well?” I was silent. “No.” I picke

A/N- I AM SO SORRY I MADE READER SO AWKWARD IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR. –and also for shamelessly adding myself into the story. As a Kirkland. HAHA WOW LEAVING NOW, READ ON AYYE A/N 2- yeah hi I’m back uh,, so you will find that the convo with, uh, me, ends abruptly. 1- yeah that convo has a reason trust me. 2- you can imagine what you want for that phone call ending on Erik’s side. Wait that’s a lie. Probably. This will most likely have a part three uh,, You and the tub-boy sat on either sides of your couch in silence. He had been staring at you for a whole half our now, while you did everything in you power to av

A/N – Reader is going to wear glasses in this story, because I think its fun to write maganes and yo I’m the author I do what I want. Playa. BUt then I only wrote like a sentence about it so- if you want it doesn’t have to be like that <3 --another thing, if you don’t know what Arizona Tea is/ how amazing it is,, get off DA, go to Walgreens, get one for 99 cents, and enjoy your heaven. And if the stores near you don’t sell it I am so sorry you poor little soul let me hug you, you little lost puppy oh my maple. It was a Friday after school, (around 5:00pm or 1700 in army time) and your friends had decided to