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This is a short story I made up.
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Jealous Boyfriend, America x Reader.(Y/N) sat at the table drinking a (favorite beverage) while browsing the web. It was a nice spring day and she has decided to dig out the Union Jack tank-top Arthur gave her, for her birthday. As she was sipping her drink, the young woman did not notice her boyfriend of 2 years, Alfred. F. Jones sneaking up on her.
As Alfred was just about to scare the living shit outta (Y/N), he froze. Taking notice of the pattern of (Y/N) shirt. Alfred, slowly set his arms down, and walked to where he was facing (Y/N).
“Hm? Oh hey Alfie!”
“(Y-Y/N), b-babe what’re you wear ‘in?”
“Oh, this? Just something Arthur gave to me last year. Why do you ask?”
“N-no reason, babe!”
And with that Alfred stiffly walked out of the kitchen, leaving (Y/N) confused.
‘T-THAT JERK BRITAN!! Thinks he can claim my girl by giving her that…That!...That! THING! Damn! Why is she even wearing that thing? She should be wearing my flag on her shirt!’,
Cold Showers - Dave x Reader “Dave it’s sooo hot!” You wined at your boyfriend Dave. This was your first summer in Texas since meeting Dave a year ago on the internet. It was 9 pm and still felt like it was a million degrees out.
“Sorry (Name). This is what you get for livin’ in Texas” Dave shrugged.
“Ya but at least you can take off your shirt” you said pointing out the fact that he was lying on the couch in nothing but board shorts and his signature shades.
“You can take your shirt off you know” he said propping himself up on his elbows.
“And give a perverted guy like you a chance. No way” you said teasingly.
“Calling your boyfriend a pervert. That’s not cool.” Dave fell back onto the couch laughing lightly. After a few moments he sat up again “If your really desperate you can go have a cold shower.” You guessed it wasn’t to bad of an idea. With a sigh you stood and walked off to the bathroom.
Hikaru x Reader x Kaoru~ Our Fault *~*~Your POV*~*~
You stood at the entrance of the tall building you will now be calling your high school. The nerves were high as you walked into the building. It was easy getting in. The halls were deserted... Were you late?! You looked up fearfully at the clock overhead... 6:14. You were early... So where was everyone else?
You walked down the hall leisurely, knowing you had plenty of time before you had to go to class, much less getting stampeded by a rabid group of fangirls. Wait a minute...
You were flat on your face before you heard them... Which was almost impossible because they were long gone and you could still hear them.
Groaning, you lifted yourself off of the marble floor and proceeded to make your way to the direction of the fangirls... You might as well... You had nothing better to
Gaara x Reader --- I Love You For YouI do NOT own Naruto (this is before Shippuden, you are thirteen in this with an older sister that is sixteen, an older brother that is seventeen and a half, and another older brother that is nineteen)
I do own this story though
[f/n] = first name
[l/n] = last name
[h/c] = hair color
[e/c] = eye color
[f/c] = favorite color
[f/f] = favorite flower
Why did it have to be you!? Everyone in the Sand Village knew of Gaara's demon, so why did it have to be you!? Here's the info; you're best friends with Gaara's older brother, Kankuro, and her older sister, Temari, is your rival/friend. Earlier this month, Kankuro had told you that Gaara was saying something about getting you. So, you took that as a translation as saying "[f/n] is my prey and I will hunt her down like the frightened doe she is." The only reason why you thought Gaara as a demon is because of what your father had told you about him. You were terrified, everywhere you went you felt like somethi
Laughing Jack x Teen Reader
“N-No (bff/n), I’m not going on a date with whoever this (r/g/n)!” You sighed in annoyance as your pair of keys fell to the ground outside of Slenderman Manor and you bent down to pick them up, but quickly stood up at your friend’s words once again. Seriously! What is up with (bff/n) trying to get you a (boyfriend/girlfriend)?!
“I’m not (a lesbian/gay)! I’m just not interesting in dating at the moment, you know with all the exams coming up.” You muttered into your phone sourly before grabbing the keys off the forestry floor and inserting the key into the key hole of the oak door infront of you, “Anyway I’m going to go now! Bye!” Ending the phone call before your best friend could interrupt again, you entered the mansion you called home and dumped your school bag next to the coat stand, “I’M HOME!”
Two arms suddenly snaked arou
Child!Russia x Babysitter!ReaderI do not own Hetalia, nor do I own you (you belong to Russia! )
I do own this story
The glacier cold wind slashed against your face as you walked down the snow covered street. Your [h/c][h/l] wiping in the wind. The reason you were out in such a storm was because you had to baby sit. You see, you had left your parents, sick of your dead beat drunk of a dad and a to-high-standards mother. Your mother expected you to be perfect. Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect skin, perfect body, perfect, perfect, PERFECT! As for your dad, all he EVER did was drink. Day in and day out he would sit on his chair drinking. That's probably where you got your love of vodka though still, it was still annoying. Sure, you drank every now-and-then, but it if you saw your dad WITHOUT a bottle of some kind of alcohol, it was probably a dream. You had warned them seven months prior to your leaving that if they didn't stop with their ridicu
Shy!Reader x Hetalia - New Girl
You sighed. He was following you for the third time this week. You didn't know exactly who he was, but you did know that he and his twin brother were in most of your classes. He started whistling 'God Save the queen', which was weird because you knew he was American. 'Why would he be whistling my country's anthem?' you thought to yourself. You decided to figure out why. You spun around on your heel, causing your (h/c) hair to whip your face. He stopped whistling and stood still.
"Hi! The name's Alfred F. Jones, and I'm the hero!" his blue eyes glittered with excitement. He grinned like an idiot and continued, "You're in a couple of my classes, but I don't remember your name! What is it?"
"_-_____ ______," you whispered, barely audible. You tilted your head down so that your bangs covered up your blushing face. You've always been rather shy, and no one really talks to you much. You've naturally started bowing your head in shyness when people you're not close to try to have a conversatio
Italy x Reader :Hot stuff:
You were visiting your best friend, and crush, Italy today. He had invited you to spend the night and taste his new resepi for pasta. You hoped that it would go further but, you knew with his ignorance that it wouldnt get very far. Remembering all the other times you've tried to tell him that you felt more than just a friend sort of love, and having him reply that he loved you as a bestie or a sister too, you shuddered, feeling yourself sadden.
Now, you were standing in front of the ignorant boy's home. The air smelt wonderful. The surroundings blowing sweet sent's your way. It was a beautiful day today! you concluded quietly knocking on his door. You heard a loud crash, before the door opened wide.
"Vee!~ I am-a glad you made it!" Italy chirped, bringing you into a tight hug. Your blush painting your cheeks.
"Uh.. Y-yah!" You quickly chuckled, stepping out of his arms and into his home.
"So how have-a you been lately?" he said smiling.
"oh.. Oh, I have been great thanks, what about yo
Amaimon x reader :Back off. Mine.:
"Where are you going..?" Amaimon questioned. Watching you doll yourself up. You were comfortably wrapped in your favorite pare or [color] skinny jeans and your [color] blouse.
"Uh... Nowhere really.." You shrugged, slipping on your shoes.
"Oh? Really?" He said sarcastically. Raising his eye brow slightly, popping his lolipop back into his mouth. "Doesnt seem like it.."
"Oh. Uh. Im just going out with some friends." You said shrugging again, pushing your hands in your pockets , tilting your head to the side.
"With?" He questioned.
"Uh.. why do yo-"
"Who?" he demanded
You frowned and sighed, "Rin and his brother, Oh also Bon."
You blinked at his bluntness. Why were you going? Why did he need to know?? He was starting to frustrate you with his pointless jealousy.
"Because. I want too."
"Im going too then." He shrugged getting up from his sitting spot and making his way towards you. Pushing his hands into his pockets.
"You dont need too come with me.. I dont think that is a g