You met him online. It was nothing, but it was something. He was kind, sweet, amazing. He lived in NYC, that was good. He was your age, that was better. He liked you, that was amazing.
So sometimes I have really good fanfic ideas at 3 am.
But it's too much work to publish a new story every sinGLE TIME!
SSosoosososoooo
I decided to make an ENTIRE BOOK
700+ prompts to request
Might start this book back up again. (Today is 12/24/19)
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#592 IN FANFICTION ???
#449 in imagines :)
Just a bunch of short stories. :) Also, every piece of artwork in this story belongs to it's rightful owner, unless I've drawn it. Which probably won't happen. Wow, this blew up. Thanks ❤️
The wind blew in a light breeze, the water rushed by the passing ship, the sun high in the sky. The breeze smelled of salt and it felt cold to the touch. Standing proud and tall was a man wearing a magenta trench coat, his big curly hair flew behind him. One hand behind his back while the other gripped tightly on a cane. He's been off in Paris for so long. Yes indeed, Thomas Jefferson was coming home.