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Hey! You're back! Wow! I almost thought there for a second that you wouldn't show up; you scared me a little bit. But, hey, that's okay. You were probably just a little busy. Are you in school? I know that can be a lot of work. My author was in high school when she wrote me, so we didn't always get to hang out. But that was okay- I understand how things can be with all of those classes and, I quote from her and several other teenagers, "I swear all the teachers have meetings to decide which days they should all have their tests on!" Then again, I suppose I'll never truly understand what it feels like to be in school... That's alright. You

Prussia x Reader: 99 Luftballoons Driving in the middle of nowhere in your beat-up blue truck, a light rain began to pour. You were taking a road trip with your boyfriend, Gilbert, and it had been silent for a long time. His feet were up on the dashboard as you drove down the empty street and he was focused on his phone, probably playing Angry Birds or whatever. It was a boring drive, but it was also calm, so it wasn't bad. Usually Gilbert was loudly proclaiming his awesomeness or getting into some kind of trouble, so the silence was nice. As the rain got a bit heavier, you turned on the windshield wipers. swoosh swoosh swoosh Just nice,

Hello! Holy guacamole this is exciting. No one has ever clicked on me before! Wow! I finally got a reader. Do you know how hard it is to get somebody to read you? It's like, super hard. All you are is a long jumble of words, and the lazy side in every person goes "Eh, maybe later". Let me just start off by saying thank you. Thank you for clicking on me; thank you for caring enough to see who I am and what I'm made of, because nobody has in a long, long time. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Story. Story Fredrick Douglas Jackson Hughes Robinson Smith. But you can just call me Story. I like you. Do you know that?  I like you a lot.

100 Theme Challenge: 1. Twisted Identity England x Reader: "AAAAaaaaannnddd it looks like this young fella right here is our volunteer ladies and gentlemen! Give him a hand!" shouted the announcer. What? No! No no no! There was absolutely no way Arthur was going up there! The crowd roared as you started to panic. How did you even wind up in this mess? You had a temporary flashback to earlier during the week. Your boyfriend Arthur's younger cousin Peter had seen commercials for a huge fencing competition, and that boy had a way of getting what he wanted from Arthur. He cried and begged and pleaded to be taken to the match, but Arthur was

[San Francisco, 11:59 pm] Fog rolls over the water, sweeping over boats and a bridge while it moves. One lone fisherman sits in his chair, smoking a pipe while his hood is pulled over his tired eyes. A small red crab hides from the world under his rock, not really knowing what lies beyond. Tony Bennet plays in the background at a small café, where the owner is fast asleep at the register. A couple giggles together as they watch reruns of "I Love Lucy" on a couch while wrapped like burritos in blankets. An airplane is just touching down from a long journey, with passengers all too pleased to be able to finally rest peacefully. Paint unw

England x Reader: But Not Really Today, you were happy. Finally, after three months, today was the day you would visit him. As you drove along in your small car, you watched as the rain dropped onto the glass and then be quickly wiped away by the windshield wipers. You hated rain. Hated it. There was a time, long ago, when you absolutely loved the rain. As a child you used to pretend that the drops that made their way all the way down your window were shooting stars, and you tried to see how many you could count. But now, ever since it happened, you- No. No, today was a happy day. It was just you and Arthur. You smiled at the thought of h

America x Reader: High School Clichés ~Alfred's POV~ I mean, it's just so lame. Seriously, to be in the middle of a high school cliché like this? Really? So, I had a huge crush on my best friend, (Name), but I was afraid of ruining our friendship and yadda yadda more romantic crap and all that. See? Told you it was cliché. And c'mon, when your best friend is the opposite gender, what do you expect to happen? You'll, "just be happy that she's happy"? Psshhh. Yeah right. So, on one faithful Wednesday morning, I said to myself: "Screw the cliché! I'm gonna ask her out! Because a hero never backs down from a chall