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A/N: People who are mad or are wondering what has happened to me these past few months, read the description below -.-). Chapter One Of course Alfred’s birthday was the same day as Independence Day, also known as one of the busiest nights for every bar in New York. The only reason you were out “partying” instead of sleeping peacefully was that Alfred was your best friend since first-year college then-turned-roommate. You sat by the bar, silently sipping on your raspberry vodka while making sure none of your idiot friends had gotten into a fight. When you caught his stare from the other side of the room. Your third raspbe

Author's note: Hiya, dollies! It's 8:26 p.m. here in Manila (shoutout to Michi who's reading a very special England x Reader special) right now and as I wait for my parents and sister, I am writing right now. Another 2P!America x Reader because, guys, he's my baby. You're furious with me, silently screaming to the screen: "Girl, what the fudge? You have six other unfinished stories!" Now, now, don't go mother dearest on me. I know that, but you see I'm in a writing slump (FREAKING PETAs) and I'm trying to stop it from becoming a full-blown writer's block. This is kind of like a rough draft for an idea that I've had for a while now (five month

Author's Note: This is dedicated to my good friend, Jannel; loyal Emison shipper and passionate PLL fangirl. --- "I swear this place just keeps getting colder and colder" I said, rubbing my gloved hands together. Mathias had asked—let's face it, the term is 'forced'—me to come visit Denmark this long weekend because he had a surprise for me, whatever the Hell it was. All this trouble for what might result in a heart attack. Or a string of migraines. We've only known each other for a year and a half, and yet he treats me like his personal servant, being the self-proclaimed "King of Northern Europe". I lowered my head 'Just what do

"But why?" The heartbroken way she spoke; the crack in her voice would always haunt me.   It was during the middle of the fifteenth century when I was ordered by Her Highness to return to her side to discuss about what to do with Spain.   The sky was was pink, turning orange as the sun dipped down the horizon. My men were carrying sacks of spices and gold back to the ship. I should've been satisfied with where I was at the moment, happy even, to return after everything that has been accomplished.   However, these calloused hands which I held in my larger ones were chains that could never be broken.   "I'm sorry, love" I couldn't face her

Synopsis: You just left your hometown and country in order to attend a school in London, England for an entire year. You can't wait for Europe and all the adventures that await you. What happens when your red string of fate ends up getting tangled with different people's? To my older (earlier) readers: You will notice that I've posted this story on DeviantArt before, but I deleted it because I had to do some revising. Now here it is again, but for the sake of not spamming my watchers' notification walls, I won't publish all chapters in one day. :D Conflict 1 Strangers Name was never the type to be late.   She enjoyed being punctual. She l

Monsters a  Beyond the Crosshair bonus story Hitman!Jones x Reader Alfred could only vaguely recall those two people, those two who loved him unconditionally. His parents. Was he closer to his mother or his father? Who did he resemble the most? Did they spoil him rotten? He didn't remember much about either of them, even his imagination couldn't fathom what relationship he had with his mom and dad. What he did remember was that night. From the fear of those things that creaked in the dead of the night, to the sight of seeing a man struggle for his life after Alfred pulled the trigger—everything was burned into memory. After the mob t

Fourteen You DOCTOR HEBRON WASN'T able to make it today and your class had two hours all to yourselves. But as tempting as it was to take a nap you took out your textbooks and overused pink highlighter. Your workaholic tendencies tripled after the threat of losing your scholarship. Ever since you signed that contract with Mr. Vargas, you didn't waste time when it came to your studies. Your efforts have been paying off, thank God, just recently you managed to get zero mistakes on a cardiology practical test. Ironically, your calendar has never been more packed with social affairs. Your phone vibrated from the bottom of your backpack and you

This is a sequel/spin-off of Magnet, but you don't necessarily need to read Magnet ^^ If you have questions just ask me. Conflict 1 Another You woke up panting that morning. Again.   Sweat soaked your skin and strands of hair. You felt warm despite having kicked your blanket off the bed while you were asleep. It had been a year since the kidnapping incident. A year since you killed your kidnapper.   Unfortunately, despite what others said about it being in in self-defense, you were so shaken with the incident that you couldn’t stay still too long. Your nightmares weren’t as vivid and frequent as they were a few days after th

What Becomes of the Brokenhearted Epilogue The party ended a few hours ago, the guests and the host were already resting, most likely deep in sleep.   Mathias was standing by the railings. In his hand rested a crystal dagger captured the moonbeams.   "All you have to do" His brothers had delivered the object to him "is pierce her heart."   Mathias stared at the weapon, "What happens if I do that?"   "You'll turn back into a merman."   He swallowed before slowly facing his brothers "And if I don't?"   Lukas looked down, watching his silver tail go back in forth in the water.   "You die."   He made his way to Laura's chamber. Every st

Prologue "I am glad that you've returned safely" I said, walking side by side with Arthur who had come to me an hour before dawn rather than at the dead of the night like he usually did "I hope Her Majesty is well" He chuckled "Aye she is, and she prays that you are too. Says that she is interested to be acquainted with the girl who managed to catch my attention" "Charmed I'm sure" We both laughed then we stopped walking, feeling the soft early sea breeze in our hair while we watched the sun rise from its nest in the sea. I breathed in the saltiness. It has been quite a while since I last left my family's mansion, and I was glad that I had t

August 14 19XX Dear Diary,   Well, Amelia got her revenge and treated me to hot dogs for lunch. I met her dad today. He's a pretty cool dude but when I asked about his wife even Amelia fell quiet. Things grew awkward but her dad eventually said that it was getting late and that I should probably go home. I wonder what that was about? ___ August 17, 19XX Dear XXX,   Remember Amelia? I was in the library today trying to finish my paper on the Age of Revolution and I was seated by the windows. I saw Amelia on the field again. She's really pretty even when her blonde hair is unkempt and I think she looks beautiful even with two hours of exerci

SPOILER ALERT: If you haven’t read Drawn to You then don’t read this. This is a bonus written in Jason’s point of view, during the events of chapters 3 and 4. (Starting from now on I’m officially putting all bonus scenes here.) Drawn to You Bonus Chapter No. 1: Under My Skin I didn’t know what unhinged me most about this girl: was it the clothes? The bouncy hair? The peach lipstick? If only I was shallow. Maybe I’d know what part of her tickled me the most, but everything about her, everything she did just . . . There was definitely something between us, but she told me that there was no way in hell she&

EDIT: Did you guys know that they're making a TV series based on Heathers? I was excited, but then I saw the teaser and I've never been disappointed. Tsk, tsk. For the sake of its predecessors, this reboot should self-destruct. Chapter Ten “Someone mind telling me what just happened?” You asked, the first to breath in the frozen air inside Jason’s Mustang. James turned away, ignored you completely. Nothing new. Jason tried to sound nonchalant when he replied, “It’s no big deal. We jus erased certain memories.” His answer struck you and you would’ve shot up if not for your seatbelt. You leaned forw

DIARY ENTRY July 4, 2003 Dear Diary, I'm sitting here outside the balcony at 22:03 wearing my heavy duvet over my head as I wait for the fireworks display. I overheard the two girls seated behind me talk about it during independent learning period (that's when we're without a teacher and we are supposed to use the free time to study and do homework), and apparently a big celebration is being held in Central Park. I asked my father if we could watch it together. Naturally, he said no. He's a workaholic neurosurgeon with a dozen patients waiting for him to do his life-saving magic. His soul and heart belong in the operation room, he has no ti

Found You It was a Sunday, not just any Sunday though. It was Super Bowl Sunday, which meant that the majority of Blackwell's student body were at the Prescotts, to watch the game or grab as much free food as they could, or both. As usual, Alfred arrived late. Almost everyone gathered around his red pickup truck when it rolled down in the front yard. He got out, the girls practically drooling at his plaid shirt and dark jeans. Ethan Prescott tumbled out the house, "Dude! So glad you could make it" "You know I wouldn't miss this for the world." Alfred replied, giving him a brofist "How's the game?" Ethan snaked an arm around Alfred's neck,

Bad Boys Are My Weakness 3 “Are you sure you should be here?” “It’s a little too late to change my mind” Allen sighed at your reply and you simply patted his knee. “I’m fine, I promise” A crazy college kid decided to get back at his cheating girlfriend by surprising her with a box of Valentine’s Day candy. Unfortunately, the girl had changed lockers and the guy accidentally poisoned you with those horrible hearts. “You know what’s distressing?” Allen adjusted his parka, bracing against the chill wind of the Canadian Rockies. “You getting drugged was only the seco

“Lovi, look, it’s her!” Antonio shakes the brunette’s forearm while pointing at you who are chatting with Laura and Tim. “Shut-a up, tomato bastardo! People can-a hear you!” Lovino wriggles his arm free from the Spaniard’s hold. However, he stares at you silently. Surprising considering he is very loud and aggressive around Antonio. And well, anyone aside from you. “…Then they got scared and I don’t even know why!” Laura says and raises her hands up in the air for emphasis. You laugh but Tim’s lips are a straight line. “You should loosen up, Tim” You elbow

‘I decided to make orange-chocolate cookies and dog biscuits for Ludwig and his dogs’        You knock on the wooden white door of the Beilschmidt brothers’ vacation house. After knocking you hear the barking of two full-grown dogs and the much more high-pitched yowling of a puppy.        “Stille*!” A heavily accented voice says in a low growl and in an instance, the canine cries are silenced. You smile nervously when you hear footsteps. The sound of chains and several bolts being unlocked reach your ears and the door creaks open. Ludwig stands before you with furrowed brows but then a look of surprise washes

"Did you remind Shinra and Celty it starts at six?" I asked Shizuo who was in bending down in front of the fridge.     "For the fifth time today" He answered distractedly as he pulled out a bottle of milk.     "Okay, good" I checked my makeup one more time before taking my coat and purse "I'll go fetch your suit while you set the table"     "Which dishes again?"     I gave him a look and he looked frightened for a moment before asking "I forgot, okay?"     Slipping inside the coat I motioned my chin towards the top-most section of the glass cabinet in the kitchen "The fancy-looking ones. You know, the ones my mother sent me even tho

Chapter 5Two Men Izaya stood in the doorway with a paper bag on his side. He wore an unreadable expression.   “Izaya, you’re okay!” You threw your arms at him after he laid the bag on the floor.   “I was so worried when you didn’t come home, I waited until I fell asleep, but then I woke up at noon and you were still not there—oh, but now you’re here, you’re home and you’re okay!”   Izaya squeezed your shoulder, a little too tightly but enough to assure you that he wasn’t angry anymore.  “Yes, I’m okay, but no more coffee for you.” He said.   You let