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Teen!America x Teen!Reader: Being Popular   Teenagers. The strangest beings on earth. So diverse, yet so similar. Sort of like snowflakes. They all have different names and personalities, sure, but underneath they’re all the same. They all worry about how they look, what they’re wearing, if they look O.K.   But most of all, they wonder how they add up to Alfred F. Jones.   All but you. You could give a flying crap what other people thought of you. Or whether you were being ‘popular’ or not. You wore what you wanted, and did what you liked. Who cared what they thought?   In English, your class had silent reading

Get Out Alive~ 2P!Hetalia Reader Insert   No time for goodbyes,   He said   As He faded away   You were trapped. You along with your friends. Stuck in a large bush maze with their bloodthirsty  opposites. All of your were currently safe. For now. Your Chinese friend, Yao Wang, spoke up.   “We need to get out of here,” he said “I’ll pair you all up, and send you off. If any of you find an exit, whistle this bird call,” Yao whistled a five note tune. “And we’ll regroup here. As there is an odd number of us, I will remain here. Be back by dark, or we’ll assume you’re dead. Once I pair

Teen!Canada x Teen!Reader: J’Taime …?   You flipped through your closet, looking for something to wear. Today you were going to your best friend Alfred’s house to hang out with him and his brother, Matthew.   Apparently, Alfred thinks that you and Matt would hit it off. Frankly, though, you weren’t interested in dating at your age, and didn’t think one boy could change your mind.   You found an outfit and got dressed. Just as you gave yourself a once-over, your phone started to ring. It was Alfred.   “Hey Dude,” you answered, mocking him out   “’Sup!” He replied, not noticing.

10th Doctor x Reader: A Time Lord’s Burden   You sat on the rail of the TARDIS while the Doctor paced franticly   “ How, how, how!?” he shouted   “ Well, if you’d shut up maybe I could help you!” You said   “ ,You don’t have the mind of a Time Lord! If I can’t understand it, there’s no way you can!”   “ Just because I’m human doesn’t mean Im inferior!” you snapped   “ Yes, but a Time Lord can’t just regenerate backwards! It doesn’t work like that!” He ran a hand through his hair, frantic now.

"How's it going, _____?" "Fine. Please don't sneak up on me like that, Kankri," you say, shuffling over slightly so he can sit next to you. He's in the year above you but that doesn't stop you from having a crush. His younger brother Karkat is in your class and you speak to him a lot so you'd say you know the Vantas family pretty well. "I'm sorry if my action was at all triggering. It was completely-" "No, no, no, it's fine. It just took me by surprise and I didn't know who it was," you say quickly, cutting him off. "...Still, I apologise." He peers over at what you're typing. "What are you typing?" "Oh, just some homework while I was w

Eusong made her way back to her cattery, trying to decide who might join her on her quest. Out of the blue, she found herself face to face with Bluesong (#94527) and Caracal (#148901). "Blue! Cara! I'm so glad I ran into you two." Eusong sighed happily. "Yo sis, aint no problem punk. What be buggin' ya?" Bluesong asked, placing her hands on her hips. It took a moment for Eusong to read past the slang, but once she understood the question her response came quick. "So you know what's been happening with the missing moderators, right?" Bluesong and Caracal nodded in sync. "Yo, we was chattin' it up with S'morio (#1782) when she up and vanishes,

Note: Not everyone who requested to be in the story has their gender on their page. Forgive me if I assume you're female. XD It wasn't long before panic struck Mweoria. Countless players were bawling on the streets. Many logged off all together. Some of the more rebellious ones were already beginning to break the rules, thinking themselves free from the moderators. Eusong, Cece, and Seneca found themselves darting from shadow to shadow in an attempt to avoid the onslaught. "What ever will we do?" Cece wailed, gripping Seneca's arm in terror. "We must go to an wiser player. Perhaps they can help us to survive this Mweor-pocolypse." Eusong de