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England, or Arthur Kirkland. You love him so much, and when you two officially started dating, you were so happy. You two had been dating for three months before he kissed you, now after another six months… he still hasn’t done anything more than kiss. In fact, you two hardly even snuggle! And not once has he told you he loved you, even though you have told him plenty of times. It hurt, it really did. You knew he wasn’t affectionate. You didn’t expect make-out sessions or anything, but still. After dating for so long, you did expect something more. Thus, it became your challenge to see if Arthur really did still love

Dean lied on his stomach, twitching as his nightmare consumed his mind. It wasn't any different then any other night. His experience in hell still stormed his brain, his self-loathing only growing with each night, each dream, each breath. His brother didn't seem to notice, or if he did he never brought it up. In fact, the only person who seems to know is Cas, but he wasn't for certain. Cas just seemed to look at him differently Dean looked up and toward the door, Sam has been gone for an hour. He doesn't get why though does it take that long to go to the store and get some beer? Dean sat up, sighing, the nightmares were getting to be too much

Love~ What a miserable thing to have. Who loves love? It only causes pain and misery, at least, that’s all you thought of it right now. You were alone in a motel room, flipping though channels on the run down TV. Sam left to go get some food and Dean said he’d hit a strip club- you didn’t eject to it. How could you? You didn’t like it either, considering your massive crush on the Winchester, you didn’t really want him looking at some other naked whores. So now, here you are, waiting for him to return, “And what a waste of time that is.” You jumped, spinning around with your saw off ready to shoot, w

You walked down the lonely hallways of the school. Ever since Alfred did his little confessing yesterday, not once have you seen him. It was all a bad joke, he would never love you. Your (e/c) eyes scanned the hallway, half expecting Alfred to come out and beat you up for slapping him the other day. You chuckled to yourself, that felt so good But somewhere, deep inside and buried, you felt sad that he didn’t like you. Why though? You hate him; hate him with a burning passion. He hit you, hurt you, was a straight up jerk, yet… there was something that made you feel attracted. Or it could just be you hallucinating. Yeah, maybe your

~The next DAY~ I lay out in the open courtyard of Ouran Academy. Right now it was 7:30, school started at 8. That means I can relax for a good thirty minutes. I let a calming breath escape my lips while I closed my eyes, enjoying the cool breeze and the grass tickle my skin. All was well, the birds sang their happy morning songs and no one was here to bug me. Hn, I was half expecting someone to come up and bug me, you know how they do that in all those stories, when someone says ‘I was enjoying the peace and quiet,’ and directly after they say that someone walked up to them and bugs them. You know what I’m talking about, rig

Yay… I’m at the large pink school. Yeah, that’s right, PINK. Not that I hate the color or anything, just… damn it’s girly.  Now, you may be asking who the awesome me is, well, I’m a person, who took an exchange program to the almighty Ouran Academy, full of the rich and snobby. Yeah, I don’t really like rich people- I don’t have a good history with them. But that’s for another story! Maybe you can ask the cops- I have a record with them. No, I don’t murder or anything, only pickpocket, and pick locks into abandoned houses to see what’s what.  Nothing that can really send me

You sat in your house flipping through the TV channels, waiting for your friend to arrive. What friend? Why Finland of course! Ever since you accidently crashed the world meeting, you have always been hanging out with the overly cheerful boy. You actually had a teensy little *cough* huge *cough* crush on him. But it didn’t matter, Sweden already called dibs- that and the fact he would beat you to a pulp if you ever got to close to his “wife.” So you decided to stay just friends, for now, at least. The doorbell rang and you frantically hopped off your couch, getting caught in the evil blankets, which wrapped around your legs,