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LiteratureOld meetings: EnglandxReader Pt5You hadn't slept well last night, Arthur haunted your dreams. When the time came for you to get up, you just groaned. You didn't want to go through this. But you got up and got dressed. Throwing on a slightly poofy black skirt and 4/3 sleeve pale blue shirt. You weren't in a rush so you poured yourself a bowl of cereal and ate about three bites before dumping the rest. You were not in a good mood. You drove to the building you had driven to the previous day and made your way to the room with Mr. Boss man in it. You knocked on the door and heard enter. You opened it and saw Mr. Boss man sitting at his desk. Arthur was nowhere to be seen and

LiteratureOld meetings: EnglandxReader Pt3You whipped away the sweat from your brow and looked at your handy work. In the early afternoon light, the kitchen was sparkling with cleanliness. The first thing you had done was get rid of those black things in the counter and thrown them away. Then you cleaned the burn marks off the wall and anything else there. And finally washing down the counters and cleaning the dishes before putting them where they belonged and then finally finishing with the sweeping. Now the only thing left to do was take out the trash. You picked it up and brought it outside to the dumpster you had seen and dropped it off there. Walking back inside, you removed

LiteratureOld meetings: EnglandxReader Pt6Arthur POV I wanted to start _________ where I could see her so I could study her. I wanted to see if she really was the girl I once knew way back when I was little. And this way, I didn't have to explain why I was looking at her; she'd be too distracted with cleaning. From the job she did on the kitchen, I could tell she was enthusiastic. She had put on the apron I keep in the broom closet, and she looked quite cute with it on. I watched as she dusted the bookcases and lamps. Every now and then, she'd look over at me and I'd look at something I on my desk before she could see me gazing at her. She was quite beautiful. Her (h/c) hair was d

LiteratureNatural Encounters -6- [Alfred F. Jones x Reader]Tense (e/c) eyes scanned across the living room of Alfred and Matthew’s two bedroom apartment. You were the last to arrive at the party, as you had forcibly dragged yourself out of the dorms and had spent around half an hour with your hands on the steering wheel of your Jeep staring into nothingness. (In fact, you were an hour late, arriving at 5pm instead of 4pm.) Needless to say, you were completely dreading this horror movie marathon. You could just imagine the nightmares to come. Alfred’s voice interrupted your thoughts as he called to you. “Hey ______! Want anything to drink? Coke? Beer? Water?” He held up a can

LiteratureNatural Encounters -2- [Alfred F. Jones x Reader]As it turned out, Alfred was a budding photographer and a first-year archaeology graduate student at your university—he was two years older. You listened to him talk as your Jeep drove down the dirt path and onto the main road. He had hitchhiked all the way out to the forest from the city that the university was located. You had to admit that he had some balls doing that—considering that it took two whole hours to drive there by car and he was lugging around a bunch of photography equipment. You sighed and gripped the steering wheel tighter. Your trip had been cut short. You were hoping to stay overnight in the forest since it wa

LiteratureNatural Encounters -7- [Alfred F. Jones x Reader]“And THIS will definitely be on the exam in two weeks.” Your professor pointed to the screen with a large preserved bull penis* that he was using as a pointing stick. “I wonder where he got that.” You thought to yourself as the lecture wrapped up. “I kinda want one.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and exited the lecture hall—heading in the direction of the campus center. You were going meet up with Matthew at the campus Subway for lunch. On the way there, you bumped into Kiku who was with a few other med school students. You greeted him before running off to find Matthew. A week after t