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.::AU::. RAGMIC Drabbles"What is that that you're drawing, Cheyenne?" Arthur peeked over the girl's shoulder, who was currently sketching a drawing in her notebook.
Cheyenne immediately turned bright red and pressed the notebook to her chest, looking forward to avoid eye contact with the man behind her. "N-Nothing!"
Arthur eyed her with an intrigued look before sighing and sitting down beside her. He turned his head to look at her face, smiling to himself as he did so. "You know, if your drawings are that private, you could always tell me to stop peeking over your shoulder."
"W-Well " Cheyenne was speechless; Arthur was right, once again. With a sigh, she pulled the notebook from her chest and looked down at the drawing with a small smile, her cheeks still tinted slightly red. " I was actually planning on showing you this one. It's one of the pictures I've worked really hard on, and I'm actually quite proud with this." She averted her eyes towards the British man beside her, whose eyebrows were rais
.::AU::. A Night Time JogAllison slammed her head upon the desk, groaning loudly out of frustration. "Why must this dumb college give us so much homework!?"
Yes, it may be Allison's last year in college, and yes, the college may be a high class school, but nobody could ever fathom why it gave so much homework in one night. It's worse than senior year in high school, and that year was quite torturous! Allison was getting a headache from thinking about graduating and whatever it may be that she does after leaving college. With a sigh, she stood up and threw her pencil on the desk. "If I can't do my homework, then I might as well do something productive!"
Pulling her hair into a ponytail, Allison trudged down the stairs and grabbed her sweatshirt off of the coat hanger. She still lived in her apartment with her older brother, Arthur, because they lived close enough to the college to walk there every day. She stopped by the front door and bent down to put on her converse, having troubles lacing up the strings. "Go
Decode .::ReaderxRussia::."How did we get here
When I used to know you so well
How did we get here
Well I think I know "
You know, he didn't always used to be like this. Ivan would always greet you with a hug and a kiss on the top of your head. Nowadays, he barely even hugged you. It was like one of those side hugs that guys do when they're meeting each other at a bar or something. You weren't a guy, and he wasn't meeting you at a bar, either. It was kind of unsettling.
You don't even know what you did to him. One day, you two were cuddling up on the couch, watching Tangled, and the next day, Ivan was locked up in his room doing "work". You two would barely even see each other after that, let alone speak to each other. When you had to restock the fridge for food, you'd knock softly on Ivan's door and say, "Hey, I'm going to the store. Would you like anything while I'm there?" The only reply you would receive was a small grunt and a quiet "no". It seems as if he didn't even trust you with anythin
.::AU::. You Really Love Me"Lovino, how much do you love me?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Just wondering. But, seriously, how much do you love me?"
"Well A lot, I guess you could say."
"What do you mean by a lot, my dear sir?"
"I mean so much I can't describe? W-Why are you asking this dumb question!?"
"Uh huh Alright. I guess I can flow with that answer. So, Lovi, what's my favorite color?"
"My favorite animal?"
"A dog, duh. You haven't shut up about it unless I bought one for you. Why?"
"What's my favorite thing to do?"
"You like to sit around and play video games all day. You also like to draw a lot. Why are you asking me these dumb-?!"
"Good, you know that much. What's my favorite thing to wear?"
"You like wearing your dumb Mario sweatshirt and those Gam-whatever pants."
"Gamzee pants, mind you."
"Well, whatever. I'm not answering any more questions until you tell me why you're asking them in the first place!"
"Lovi-dear, what's my favorite musical artist?"
"Bruno fucking Mars."
"Who's my best
I Hate to Have You Gone .::America::."Welcome to your new math class, kiddos. My name is Mr. Alfred Jones, but if you really want to, you can call me Mr. J." Alfred gave a big smile to his newest freshman class. He's been working at North Central for about five years, and those five years have been hectic.
The class before him stared in awe, taking in the appearance of their math teacher. He was much more attractive than anyone expected! He can't possibly be single, could he? One girl decided to be brave and ask the question, so she raised her hand. Once the teacher noticed it, he smiled and said, "Yeah, what's up?"
"Do you have a girlfriend, or are you at least married?"
Alfred's face went pale at the question. He stopped moving for just a minute before he forced up a small laugh. "Yeah, I have a wife. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Want to see a picture of her?"
Everyone in the room nodded in unison, and Alfred got up to fetch the picture off of his desk. He held it gently in his hands as he walked back
.::AU::. Baseball Game : Part 2"Teams now, please?" Gilbert's pleading eyes on Ludwig made him give in without a second thought, especially if it knew it'd get his older brother to shut up.
"Alright fine. We need two team captains-."
"I'll be the first one!" Gilbert sprung up, waving his arm around like an idiot.
"I'll be number two!" Isa excitedly shouted, making her way to the front of the group while raising her hand as well.
"Go nuts." Ludwig sighed, exasperated, and went to stand back in line.
"I choose Cam!" Gilbert pointed towards his girlfriend, who stared at him with an unamused look.
"Oh, how did I not know you would have chosen me?" Cam rolled her eyes and made her way over, Gilbert slinging his arm over her shoulder once she stopped moving. "Get your arm off."
"Alright, sheesh, don't get your panties in a bunch." Gilbert chuckled at his own joke until Cam punched him in the gut, causing him to keel over in pain.
"I choose Ludwig!" Isa grinned as Ludwig's face tinted pink a bit, making his way over slowly
.::AU::. Taking Care of a Baby - 6.2"Alright, I'm stuck at Stone Tower, I did all I could while being stuck at Stone Tower, and I have no idea what the fuck else to do, now." Zoe groaned and threw her arms up in the air, flopping back onto the couch in frustration. The only sound echoing throughout the house was the song from Majora's Mask, Reversed Stone Tower. She glanced up at the clock, hoping Kiku or Yao would come home so she could actually leave the death pit of a house and go see her friends for help.
But no. Kiku would be gone for about another two hours and Yao would surely come home at around 9, and it was only 5. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Screw the rules; I have someone to see tomorrow." Zoe abruptly stood up, turned off the TV, and made her way towards the door. After jumping into her slip-on Vans, she casually began to walk to her friend's house, who also had a phone available for her to use.
"I understand your pain, Zoe." Allison nodded her head as she listened to Zoe's story. "Well, not really, but I can u
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