LeaOtis21

A/N: The reader is FTM trans, SOO...heads up! Hope you enjoy! The only person who you ever could confide in was a total stranger. Your entire life you've had a problem with yourself. You just didn't...feel RIGHT. In the summer before your senior year, you moved. It was an incredibly long and tortuous road trip with the rest of your family. On the road, you'd use your phone to go online and research, reading and hoping there were others like you. Others who felt completely off. Others who felt, KNOW they're in the wrong, well, body. You never liked the fact you had breasts, you never liked how mother loved to style your hair, and you certainl

Hetaliaxwriter Let Me Tell You About HomeStuck "Hey guys!" I called down the hall of Alfred's house. "Oh hello ____." "Guten Tag." "Hola." "Privet." "Bonjour." "'Sup." Everyone greeted me. Apparently we were all there for a party for god knows what hosted by the Awesome Trio themselves. "Hey ______ how's it going?" One of my friends, Alfred asked. "Oh I just read this really awesome webcomic ever! It's so awesome! Way better than Gilbert, Mathais, and you skateboarding into my pool last summer." I said. "HEY!" The trio shouted. "Ok, vhat more awesomer zan us?" Gilbert asked. "Yeah?" Mathais agreed. "____ tell us what it is?"  Al

You were walking down the halls of ouran, it was lunch break but it only took you so long to eat. Gratefull for the silence but it was interrupted when you heard a few girls giggling. Curious, you let your gaze fall into a music room, where up on stage was a famous rappers son. But you had to say, well he wasn't actually doing that great. He kept refering himself as an unlocked door that needs a key, and he even made some VERY POOR references to history. Finally you had enough. Walking into the room you started laughing when half his words didn't even rhyme. These were his words "Got a problem chic, cuz your face is reminding me of a horror f

Dean parked his Baby in the parking lot and the three of you stepped out and into a small café. The sun was peering over the horizon and there was a cool breeze that whipped around you. Usually, you despised waking up early but your brothers weren’t taking your ‘no’ for an answer this morning. So, removed from the surprisingly comfortable motel bed, you now stood in front of a little town café. It was relatively quiet with a few locals buzzing about and the smell of coffee brewing in the air. You followed Dean and Sam inside and spotted an empty table by the window. Running forward, you called shotgun on the spot