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Broken Fools (England X Reader) [One-Shot] A/N: Another inspirational one-shot! This time I was listening to the English singer Lauren Aquilina. Her music is beautiful!! She not popular like most artists are these days but she is definitely worth listening to ^^ so go check her out! She mainly plays piano and sometimes along with strings (acoustic/orchestra) as well as she sings. But other than that please do enjoy!!   Please don’t be afraid to comment and/or fav!! Thank you!! >w< --------    A small crinkle echoed from within your arms as you smiled and walked down the street towards a very familiar house. You weren’t s

Insecurity. Noun. Uncertainty or anxiety about oneself. Lack of confidence. Plural noun: Insecurities. When you looked at yourself in the mirror each morning, you thought to yourself that you must be made up entirely of insecurities. It wasn't that you weren't happy with yourself at some moments. It wasn't that you were depressed, because you weren't. In fact, there were times when you were alone in your room, reading a book, browsing tumblr, or doing one of the sketches that you were so good at, that you felt that you wouldn't want to be anyone else but you. However, when you went to class, you felt like nothing more than a tightly wo

Germany was beautiful. You loved every minute of the semester you had spent there, taking courses to further your knowledge of the German language. You had been hesitant to come, at first…You didn’t really like going out of your comfort zone, or leaving the familiarity of your home in the USA, but you had a dream to finish learning German, first-hand, from professors who, themselves, came from the country. You were never one to give up on dreams, so here you were. Another thing you hadn’t expected was that you would make such good friends. You figured that your shyness would win out and you would take your classes, but no

You felt absolutely miserable. You had felt the cold coming on last night, and you had thought that taking some vitamin C and going to bed early would help you fend it off. You were wrong, however, as you soon discovered as soon as you woke up the next morning. First off, you couldn’t even breath through your nose, and your throat felt as though someone had taken a cheese grater and rubbed it raw. You coughed once, wincing at the pain that it brought you, and reached for the tissues on your side table, blowing your nose. You lay back against your pillows, weakly, closing your eyes in an effort to ward off the headache brought on by

"I can't believe this." "I must be going crazy." "Of all things in the world!" You shook your head and lightly slapped your cheeks in an attempt to keep yourself focused. You concentrated on your paper and pen in front of you. "Come on (Name), take some notes and make yourself useful dammit," you muttered to yourself. There was another world meeting going on and you finally snagged a good seat near the front away from all the chatting and bickering near the back of the room. Things were going according to planned and you even had a stack of great notes to reflect on!....that is, until a certain country came on stage to present. You strai

Where was the line between needing and selfish?  It shouldn't be that hard to find.  There are people out there that beg for attention, crave it.  But there were also people who didn’t want to be noticed.  Though every so often there were those who weren't noticed and were okay with it.  At least they pretended to be okay with it.  They were such good actors that they even fool themselves.  Do they put on a show out of fear?  Are they afraid to show themselves?  Yes.  Because when you present yourself, you are judged.   Sometimes you are judged fairly, other times it's unjust.   Everyone wants to be accepted; it’s just the lingeri

Arthur sat across from you sipping his tea.  Your boyfriend never ceased to amaze you with how sophisticated he acted.   “Hey Arthur?” You asked “Yes (f/n)?” He answered “What are you doing?” “What does it look like?” You sighed and he went back to being silent.  You were bored...  Whenever you hung out, it always started out stiff.  Even when you had started dating, it took a while to break the ice.  You wished it could just be normal, fluffy, and adorable.  Like how you had imagined it.   You remembered back to when you had confessed....  He looked so confused and hug-able!  He had blushed lik

Kassim Vantas. Also widely known as The Signless and or The Sufferer, shut his front door behind him a spring in his step. Why was the mutant blooded troll so happy? (Y/n). The name brought a smile to his face. After the disciple and himself separated, he met (y/n) the story on how they met was quite amusing considering the circumstances they met under. None of the less, the happy troll locked his door behind him. He turned and was met with an object in front of his foot. Curiously, he looked down confusion calligraphed on his features. He reached down and picked up the cute little box. It was black with red stripes on it, resembling his l