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~Exchange Student~       Ten minutes. Just ten more minutes and you’re free. Keep hoping the teacher doesn’t call on you... That’s right... There are 1 in 30 chances to go to the blackboard. Maybe today is your lucky day. Maybe…     “Miss [L/N], would you be kind and come to the blackboard to show us the solving of problem number 5?” the teacher called on you, breaking the chain of your thoughts. Yeah, maybe it wasn’t that of a lucky day.     “Sure, sir.” Stepped forward with the book in your hand, reading the problem in

“...the diminished resources also contributed to the defeat of Axis powers, especially in Europe.” continued your history teacher while fixing her cat-eye shaped glasses. It was quite a stereotypical look, as was her demeanour that screamed she did not enjoy this class nor her life, but at least you always did well on her exams so you wouldn't complain much. “And this class is contributing to my diminishing energy.” Ah there it is, you thought as a few of your classmates snickered at the comment. Gilbert looked smug from the table he was sitting, not even trying to hide the fact that he was not looking at the textboo

“Why have a bear when you have me?” Category: Fluff, Humour(?) Word Count: 1363     Matthew always knew that, since he is the owner of the bear Kumajiro, he was never given the respect an owner deserved. Especially since every two seconds the stupid ball of fur would question who Matthew was. Usually, he wouldn’t refer to Kumajiro as an arrogant, selfish, little HAIRBALL. But then, he had the right since the bear was taking what was rightfully his.     (Y/N)’s attention.     Matthew couldn’t be any happier to have a girl like (Y/N) as his girlfriend. His dream and love ever since…a long time. However

Ludwig Beilschmidt wasn't one for relationships. Granted, he was with you now, and you were changing that. He adored you, with every part of himself. When he was with you, he felt as though he could forget past pains and mistakes, because with you, they didn't matter. Still, though, being in a relationship, even with the one he loved the most out of every single person and thing on the earth, was hard for him. If you walked down the street, and saw Ludwig, you would think that such a strong, confident German would not have any problems, or any fears. You would think that a man like that must be almost invincible. However, Ludwig was quic

To say that it was an elegant affair would have been a gross understatement. Suspended from the high ceiling, a crystal chandelier glittered in the candlelight, the gems winking like stars. Below it stood beautifully-dressed people, women in full-length ball gowns and opera gloves, men in tailored suits and top hats. The room was filled with laughter and the atmosphere was one of general bonhomie and excitement. You smiled to yourself as you lifted a bubbling flute of champagne to your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick as you took a careful sip, the bubbles tickling the back of your throat. Everyone was turned towards the grand stai

Confessions are difficult. That’s a universal truth. Maybe you can argue that you’re courageous or bold, and sure, that can help make confessions easier – but truth be told, there’s always that split second of panic as you anticipate their answer which can either bring you a sense of elation or send you into the comforts of your home, guzzling down your favorite ice cream with your broken heart keeping you company. And so, confessions are difficult. But when they’re unintentional… That’s different. Whispered ‘I love you’s heard by the wrong ears, heartfelt letters that land into the