Yes, your bestiest, favoritest, most awesome person who you love on all of the allest D.A.
Tyler: Somebody getting carried away. You popping molly?! You lookin' like you sweating...Whoo.
Shut up, Tyler! *sighs* Why are you everywhere, now?
Tyler: I was always everywhere~! You're just just now writing me everywhere! ;u; It's pretty fun for me, to mess with ya, in front of all of your watchers ewe
>->....As I was saying. I just wanted to make it clear that I am still an active participate in this community XD Thanksgiving break is coming up, so I'll be posting more then. I've been leeeeaaaarning~! I'm making straight A's ewe
I don't count the B in FACS class on my progress report, nor the D I got in it on my report card last time, cause I didn't even ask for that class, plus I don't like it
So, Anyway! Anyway! Here's a series of different story beginnings, that I have not finished, that I am posting in this journal to show the little amount of work I have actually done~!
Why?...I don't know. Cause I'm mean, maybe. And Pffft, if you was thinking I was gonna proof read these little snippets of fanfiction, you got a writer on royally fucked up XD Russia x reader x teen!Prussia- Dating issues ch. 2
The next day, sometime around noon, you and Gilbert were having somewhat of a productive day. You kept your cellphone nearby all day, just encase you'd get a call. Lucky for you, you did get one as you were sitting on the couch. It was a number you've never seen, so you got a bit anxious. You let it ring for awhile, since you didn't want to look desperate, just encase it was who you were hoping for. You cleared your throat then answer, "Hello?"
"Your voice sounds just as beautiful over the phone," you giggled and kicked your feet a bit.
"Thanks~" you beamed. "I-it's nice to hear from you. S-so soon, too."
"Of course. I couldn't leave such a radiate sunflower waiting."
"Stop it! Stop it! You're making me blush too hard!" you playfully argued. "I haven't blushed like this since I was...Alright, lets not go into my age. I'm feeling good, right now."
"You're pretty and funny."
"I'm funny? People tell me that, sometimes, but I don't see it. I see weird...Really weird...N-not the creepy weird! L-like the cool weird! There's a difference."
"Well, how about we go somewhere tonight and you can show me the difference."
"I can so do that! Cool weird is where it's at! My, god. I need to act my age, sometimes..."
With your child, who was at school, getting ready to go to lunch, he was getting ready to use your advice. His friend, Dyah was leaving her locker by herself. He nodded to himself before approaching her.
"H-hey, De. Uhm. Lets walk to class together!"
Everything was going according to your plan. You told him to walk with her to any classes they had together and when with her, to make sure no other of her friends, especially boys, were around. You said when this step was cleared, that he had to hold her hand or put his arm around her, so others could see and think that they were more than just friends. That way, if people kept asking, she'd see it too.
As they walked together, Gilbert nervously watched her hand, that was just swinging next to her. He awkwardly reached for it, missed, and his hand kind of just rubbed up against the bottom of her shirt. She looked over to him and his face heated up, "I-I didn't. I-I mean...u-uhm."
"You good, bro?"
"Y-yeah! Yeah! Good?! I-I'm awesome! What do you mean?"
"...Nothing, I guess."
That failed. If he couldn't hold her hand, he couldn't possibly put his arm around her, right? Wrong! You taught him better! He was gonna get this, or he wasn't your son! At least, that was the mindset he was getting into.
He stretched his arm behind her, without touching her though. He was hesitant but decided to just do it. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him, kind of forcefully. By accident, of course. She drops her things, from the suddenness, "Bruh!"
"What, in the name of anime, were you attempting to do?!" she got on her knees to pick up her things.
He went to help her. "N-nothing! I-I just-"
"Are you ok?! Like seriously! You're fucking weird today!"
"I-I'm fine!" She snickered. "What?!"
"N-nervous?! I'm too awesome to be nervous!"
"Nah. Nah. You nervous. About that test in Biology, right? You were trying to ask to cheat on my paper, when you know I don't cheat of test!"
"U-uh, yeah! That!"
She got her things together, then got to her feet, "Well, forget it. I can help you with the homework I hear we're gonna have tonight, but not the test!" she walked on ahead. That...went...ok?
As the school day came to an end, you were at home, seeing which one of your outfits would make the best, 'I-totally-look-this-hot-everyday' impression. You were down to three. You were wearing one of your options and checking it out in the mirror. You haven't put this much thought into an outfit since Nancy hooked you up with Gilbert's dad.
"Ma. I'm home," you son lazily announced. You left from your room, to greet him in the living room.
"Hey~! How was school?"
"Eh," was his answer as he flopped on the couch, throwing his face into a pillow.
"Eh? You fucked up, didn't you?"
"I-I don't wanna talk about it!"
"It was that bad, Gil?" you complained while letting out a breath.
"Can't I just try a different girl?"
"No! You trying to settle?! I'm trying to help you get first place!"
"You're trying to help me do the impossible; date my gay best friend!"
"Why you being negative?!"
He smacked his teeth, then held up his head to look at you. Before he could get any words out, he noticed your outfit, "The hell are you going?"
"Hm? Oh, you mean my outfit?" you twirled around, "Like it? I'm going on a date~!"
"With Nancy and Tyler, right?"
"Nu-uh! With Ivan," you touched your cheeks as your smile widened.
He growled under his breath, "What for?"
"What you mean?"
"What are you going out with him for?!"
"Cause...I feel like it?" you shook your head as you chuckled at his question and started to head back to your room.
"Cause? Oh! Let me drop everything! I forgot all about cause!" you sarcastically panicked.
"Ma! You gotta help me with...m-my project! I got a project to do in biology and I want to do it tonight!"
"Why tonight, of all nights?! You know we always wait last minute for projects! It's like a rule!"
He crossed his arms, "Ja. That's why I always get like a D on them. Dyah's not gonna want to date me, if I fail!"
You groaned, then whined some as you stomped off to your room. "Fiiinnee!" you drawled out. "Why did you have to crush on the nerds?" In your room, you pouted as you sat on your bed. You sighed heavily while you were taking out your cellphone. It took you awhile, since you were staring at the number you now had to dial to deliver news that got you so down, but you did it.
"My dear sunflower."
"Hey, Ivan," you lowly greeted him back.
"What's the matter? You sound sad."
"Uhm. Well, I can't get out tonight."
"My son needs me, for schoolwork reason. You know."
"Is that all?"
"You can still come, then!"
You blinked a few times, "...You're loosing me, here."
"Dyah could help him. She's very smart and they're friends. I'm sure he wouldn't mind having her there, instead."
You perked up at his idea, "Oh~! That's perfect!"
"Then, I'll see you tonight, da?"
You jumped up, celebrating, "Da! Fuck yeah, in English!" you covered your mouth, "O-oh! U-uhm! S-sorry. I-I"
"You're so cute," he chuckled.
"Y-yeah! T-thanks. Uhm...I'll see you later, kay? Don't forget to bring Dyah."
You hung up then left to tell Gilbert your good news, "Guess what?!"
"Ya mama's about to bitch slap ya with good news!"
"Why does everything have to be violent with you?"
"Cause it's fun."2p!France x reader- (like I know. Ha!)
You and your best friends, Dyah and Nancy, were in P.E. class, sitting in the bleachers, studying for the class you had for your next period. Your eyes happened to wonder up, and you saw Francis and his younger brothers. You knew he didn't have P.E. this period and that he was just skipping, but you were kind of happy to see him. You liked watching him. It was one of your creepy guilty pleasures. You thought he was so cool. He never talked much, but three words from him could get any girl to instantly take off their pants. If anyone disrespected, one hand signal could have them missing.
Dyah noticed you, noticing him, then you noticed her, noticing you. Nancy noticed both of you and smirked, "I knew you two were gay for each other."
"Shut up, Nancy!" you yelled at her and pushed her arm.
"Yeah, (name) was looking at," Dyah held her hands together and sang, "Francis~!"
"Why the hell would you be staring at him?!" Nancy blurted out, in legitimate shock. "I heard he's a gang banger!"
"Your cousin Tyler is dating his brother," you reminded.
"What did he tell you about him?"
"Nothing. If I asked, I know it'll somehow detour to him talking about crazy sex with Matt, so I don't ask about his relationship or his boyfriend's family...Even when I don't ask, he still ends up telling me. Not that I'm complaining or anything! It's just, the tedious job of always having to clean blood off of everything and washing my panties, every time."
"Getting too informative!" you put up your hands to surrender to her answer, "I understand now!"
"Whatever! Back to my original question. Why were you staring at him, of all people to go gaga over!"
"I-I wasn't going 'gaga' over him! I-I just so happened to look up and see him! It was an accident!"
"Mmhm," Dyah crossed her arms, "Next thing you know, she gonna call us one day, to tell us her mom grounded her. When we ask what she did, she gonna be like," Dyah moved her hand to her ear, to imitate a phone and looked down, shyly and uneasy as she whispered, "'I-I got caught sucking dick by accident,'" Nancy busted out laughing and your face turned red.
"And we gonna be like, 'How the fuck you suck dick on accident?!' She gonna be all, 'I-I didn't know it was a dick. I-I just slipped and when I felt something in my mouth, I j-"
"Shut up!" you punched her repeatedly, as she and Nancy laughed at your embarrassment.
"'Francis told me it was the new melt in your mouth popsicles!' Oh, god! I love laughing and making jokes at your expense!"
"I-I hate you guys!"
"Ok! Ok! I'm done! Stop before you crush my school work!" she debated between snickers. You huffed as you sat back down.
"Why say sorry for something we all know's gonna happen in the future?"
Your cheeks puffed out in your frustration as you grumbled under your breath, "I-I can't look up, without you two thinking I gotta like somebody! Geez! Can't a girl look off her work for five seconds and look at whatever is in front of her?!"
"In the next sense, it shall be Francis' d-"
"Why do I hang out with you?!" Dyah and Nancy shrugged. "Ugh! Forget it!"
"O-oh my god!" Nancy whisper-yelled and casually looked down to her papers, as if she's been looking at them this whole time, "Act like you're doing your work! Francis and his brothers are coming this way!" You and Dyah go along with what Nancy says, and you all make somewhat of a circle, then begin randomly talking about different school work related topics. "Where did Glycolysis happen again?"
"The cytoplasm, I'm pretty sure," you answered and switched your eyes from paper to paper, one in your hand, the other in your lap.
"I thought the mitochondria was involved?"
"That's the Krebs cycle, Nana. Slow ya ATPs."
"Are you three seriously gonna ignore us, to nerd talk?" the three of you tense up from the new voice. You were the first to peak down the bleachers to the first step up. Al, Francis' youngest brother was looking up at you all. He waved to you, when he saw your eyes on him. He leaned forward and smirked at you, "Hey, dollface~!"
Matt, the second youngest, lazily looked at all of you. He stopped at Nancy, "Hey, Tyler's sister."
"I-I'm his cous-"
"And, I stopped caring."
Oliver, the second oldest, waved both of his hands in excitement, "Hello, dears! It's nice to meet your adorable group!"
Francis was quiet, per usual. Dyah was the first to speak, "...Is there something you guys wanted?" They began climbing up, making you and your friends jump and subconsciously slide over some.
"We're not gonna bite you! Chill out!" Al protested, "Well, unless you want me to. I don't mind, at all!"
The way you and your friends were sitting on the bleachers were, you and Nancy sitting beside one another and Dyah on the step below, facing the both of you. Matt went over and sat by Nancy, Oliver and Al sat on either side of Dyah, and Francis sat next to you. You looked over to him, but he wasn't even paying you any mind. He was just sitting there. You looked down, "We still don't understand what you guys want from us..."
"We wanted to sit here," Matt cleared up.
"Huh?" you crooked your head.
"Is that a problem?" Francis directed his question towards you. You shivered and frantically shook your head.
"N-no! No! S-sit wherever you'd like!"
He took the paper from your slightly shaking hand and looked at it. Your friends were getting ready to leave you for dead, as they both stood up, "D-Dyah? Can you come with me to my English teacher's class? I have to ask her something and you have to get your book, anyway!"
"Ok! Lets go, Nancy!"
"W-what about me?!"
Nancy nodded, while looking in different directions, "N-nah, you straight! Bye, (name)! Dyah and I'll be back!"
Before they could get to the next step down, Oliver put his hands out to stop Nancy, and with the help of Matt, sat her back down. Al just pulled Dyah's arm and her light fragile body slammed back down where she was sitting.
"Oh, nonsense, darlings~! You could do that later!"
"I-I'm scared!" Nancy openly announced.Tyler x male!reader- (option 1 I thought of~!)
You were currently walking around the department store you were recently employed at, seeing if anyone could use some help. A woman stopped you with a shoe box in her hands.
"Excuse me! Do you work here?"
"Yes ma'am. Can I help you?"
"Yeah! I need these shoes in a size four!"
"Alright," you took the box from her and went off to the back, to see if you could find it.
Locating the identical pair, just a few size smaller than the ones that were in the box, you went back to where you found the lady. You politely gave her the box.
"About time," she mumbled. You brushed it off. It might have seemed like awhile. You weren't sure where to find the shoes, so you were looking for some time.
She took one of the shoes out of the box and sat it down on the floor, next to her foot. You thought the shoes must have been for someone else she knew, when she asked you for such a small size. Her feet looked much larger than a four, just at first glance. You were compelled to look at the shoe next to her foot, just to see the true difference, and her feet were inches upon inches away from that size.
"Hm...That doesn't look as if it would fit...Let me try a five."
"A-a five? Are you sure? Why not a seven or something bigger?"
"Are you trying to say I have big feet?!"
"N-no ma'am! I-I ju-"
"Just get me the damn shoes!"
"O-of course," you turned around to be on your way back from where you came with your head now down. You've only been working here about a week, and you already hated it. It seemed like all you ever got were the rude customers who always found something about you or something you've said not to like. Due to that, your boss was always nagging you about one thing or another.
You came back with the new box. She snatched it from you and took one of the shoes out. She took off the shoe she was wearing and attempted to squeeze her foot into the new one. You put your hand over your mouth, so you couldn't smile or giggle or anything else offensive. She couldn't even get half her foot in.
"Ugh! These shoes run small."
"D-do you uhm...k-know your shoe size? We could check with th-"
"I know my shoe size, thank you! Get the bigger size and stop trying to be a little smart ass!"
"I-I'm sorry, miss," you went down the same route, just to get one size bigger.
When you came back, "Hey, kid. Get me that foot measuring thing."
Your eye twitched, "...Of course...Let me just go...find one."
You tried your best not to stomp away from her as you ranted to yourself on your way to get the device, "'Get me that foot measuring thing!'" you impersonated in a higher pitched, whinny voice, "This job is not worth the fucking money. It's like only rude bitches come here to shop! Is that what the store is for? 'Got an attitude? Come shop wit us!' Fucked up store! Run down ass clothes. Look like they went dumpster diving one day, found some shit, and decided to open a shop to sell it! This is bullshit." you picked up the metal brannock device, rolled your eyes, then tried your best to put on a fake smile to show the woman when you made it to her.
"Here you go, ma'am."
She took it from you to use. You stood patiently as she eyed the numbers for possibly over ten minutes. She looked up to you, then back to the numbers before growling a bit under her breath. "...Get an eight and a half..."
"Ok. Be right back," You snickered to yourself on the way to get the shoes. When you brought them to her, she bitterly tried them on, "Better?"
"These feel too big!"
"You know what?!" you started.
"I-I think (name) might have gotten the wrong ones!" the young manger of the store, Nancy, cut in, "D-don't worry, miss. I'll make sure. Uhm, (name). Why don't you go down to the petite aisle. There are some clothes over by the wall that need folding. I'll take care of this."
You let out a small breath, "...Fine."
"Could you take this back for me too?" Nancy handed you the silver and black device.
"Sure. Why not?" you went on your way.
You really wanted to quit this job. If you did though, you just know your parents wouldn't let you live it down and call you all sorts of things like; lazy, irresponsible, unmotivated in life. You didn't know which one was worse, their mouth or this job.
When you got to the section Nancy asked for you to go to, you plainly just dropped the instrument on the ground, in between two racks of clothes and in front of another, then went to find the clothes she mentioned.
There were a stack of shirts close to the back of the wall that displayed the word 'petite' across the top in big black letters. You picked up a shirt and sighed as you began folding it.
"A-aah!" you heard, followed by a thud and, "Owie! That's why mama says not to run, I guess..."
You followed the voice and found a...well, you weren't sure if it was a boy or a girl, yet. They had short tousled, light brown hair, but their eyes were big and their green irises seemed to almost sparkle as they looked up to you. Their skin was fairly pale, too. From their face and the parts of their legs you could see, their skin seemed smooth and soft. They had a small frame and wore a blue and white hoodie and khaki capris. Their nails were painted white and their lips looked somewhat shiny. There were many signs that were leading you to believe this was a girl, now that you've gotten a closer look at them, but something that you heard in their voice from before, sounded like a boy. A girlish boy, but still a boy.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah! I was running and that thingy tripped me!" 'she' pointed to the brannock device and puffed out her cheeks.
"O-oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think anyone would trip over it, when I left it there!"
"Oh, it's ok! I trip over a lot of things~"
You held your hand out to her, "Let me help you up...uhm..."
She extended her hand to you, "Tyler!"
"What? You thought I was a girl?"
"N-no! I-I mean y-"
"Aww!! I gotta try harder then!" he grabbed your hand, and pulled himself up, "Thanks!" he stared at your shirt to see your name tag, "(name)! Ohhh! I like that! (name)!" He twirled on one foot to do a 180, with his arms outstretched from his sides, "Well! I gotta get going~!"
"Where are you off to?"
"Uhm...Nowhere in particular. Just want to get away from this store. I wouldn't wear anything here!"
You scratched your head, "Yeah. It's not the best selection."
"I'm just killing time, waiting for my cousin, then I found this...uhm...Well, you guys sell clothes here, so I guess I still have to call it a department store...Oh! But they got cute staff, so they're doing something right!"
Tyler looked over his shoulder at your confused expression and giggled, "How old are you, sweetie pie?"
He ran around one of the clothing racks and stopped in front of you. He hopped one time in the air, then stood on his tip toes, as he leaned in closer to you, "Answer the question."
"Sixteen. How old are you?"
He shook his head around with his fist by his chest and a wide smile on his face, "You're so adorable! Oh, I just have to come back here! See ya later~!" he waved off as he skipped out.
You blinked a few times. He was very weird...You weren't sure if it was in the good way or bad way yet, though. For now, you had to get back to work.
After your shift, Nancy drove you home, considering you didn't have a car yet and she only lived down the street. She was older than you by a year and some change and has been working at that little department store in the mall since she was your age. She's currently the manger, which also, surprise, surprise, made her your naggy boss.
"You can't go loosing your temper like that with customers! Just because they're not quite sure how they would like to handle something, is no reason to just blow up at them! If you ever find yourself with a customer who is a little difficult, just remember that this is the time where you build up your experience! Are you listening to me?"
"I hear you," you answered back, monotoned, as you were looking out the window.
"Seriously! Remember, 'If you can ask for it, we have it, and will deliver it to you with a smile!'" Nancy sung the store motto and bounced in the driver's seat a bit.
"You sound so fucking brainwashed."
"Shut up! I know I may seem like I take this job a bit too seriously, but it's the only thing that I can say I'm doing and my mom won't even mumble a word! If I lose this job, I lose all freedom! I know this job is shit! I know the customers who come through act as if they've never had parents tell them better! I know! Just work with me here! If I can use the fuck it rule, then you can fake a smile and apply it too!"
She pulled up in front of your house and unlocked all the doors in the car, "Alright. Get out," she muttered as she was observing her fingernails with her eyes half lidded.
"...Let me stay at your house for awhile."
"Nah, you straight."
"My cousin's coming over."
"I don't feel like introducing you."
"You're so mean."
"Just like da sex game. Get on out my car, now."
You grumbled as you opened the door, "Whore."
Getting out, you slammed the door, "Get from in front of my house! Go!"
"Peace out, youngster~!" she rode off, with that. You unenthusiastically went off to the door. Inside the house, your dad was watching tv in the living room, and your mom was off to work, considering she worked the night shift and your dad worked days.
"Getting home a little late, huh?"
You looked to both sides of you, "Uhm...I always get home at this time."
"You and Nancy made a couple of stops or something?"
"Dad, if you're trying to imply me and Nancy are anything more than neighbors, you read too far into something."
"I'm just saying! She's a cute little girl."
"She's something. I don't know about cute, but she's something."
"Who's something?" your older sister, who just so happened to leave her room to be nosy, questioned with earbuds still in her ears and her head just peaking out the door.
Your sister was your adoptive sister, but she's been living with you and your parents since she was six, so you two fought, hung out, and cussed out haters together, just like any other brother, sister pair, even though sometimes, she'd grind your nerves like nothing else.
"Why are you all in our conversation? Stay in your conversation," you advised.
"I was never in a conversation. Now what?"
"Then...Then, just go off to Dyah land and make up one with yourself!"
"Why don't you go to (name) world and screw your imaginary hoes?!"
"Why do you always have to be a bitch 70% of the time?!"
"Because it is fun, thank you!...But wait. Who's a something?"
"Oh, yeah. Your older friend who got you a job at that kickass department store."
Averting your eyes, you answered her back in somewhat of a whispered tone with, "Of course, you'd be the one to like the clothes in that store."
"I said, yeah. Her."
"She's...she's uhm...pretty...I guess."
"You're gay and you guess she's pretty?"
"Well, I'm your sister and I guess we're related."
"Dad! Dyah's being a bitch!"
"Dyah, stop being a bitch towards your brother," he bluntly told your sister.
"What am I suppose to do for a pass time?!"
"I don't know. Ask your mother."
"I'm checking out for the night."
"This family gonna have me feeling some type of way!"
"Seriously, Dyah! Shut u-"
"Hoes! I got hella hoes! I go-," she closed the door to her room as she continued singing. You hit your face and just went off to your room. You were tired.
When Nancy got home, her older cousin was in the front yard, looking as if he was cheerleading. When he saw her car, he waved both of his hands around in the air, "Naaaaancy~!"
She parked her car on the street. When she got out, she walked around the front of it and waved back to him, "Hey, Tyler!"
"Aye!" he ran up to her and hugged her, "I went to the mall today, on my way to your house!"
"How long ago? You could have came to see me! I told you I worked there!"
"Yeah! I remembered when I went to the food court, but that was after I left this really lame shop. Seriously. The clothes there made me want to cry!"
"You might be talking about where I work," Nancy reluctantly informed him.
"Hm? R-really?! That bootleg store?! Oh, how horrible!" he cuddled her, "It's ok, Nana! Big cousin is here now!"
"I-it's not that bad!" she stuttered out her response.
Tyler lets her go and hit her arm, "Ha!"
"Well, if you're trying to date somebody on the job, I can see why you'd try to stick it out."
"The staff is super cute there! I saw a couple of the workers~"
"You didn't flirt with anybody, did you?!"
"...Define 'flirt', for me."
"What?! They had super cute boys! What do you want me to do?! They were all over me like syrup on pancakes, I tell ya!"
Nancy sighed and began walking towards the door, with Tyler closely behind her, "You didn't kiss any of them though, right?"
He gasped, "Of course not! I'm a classy ass bitch! Gotta get to know this neighbor, before you just start borrowing sugar!"
"Says the boy who asked the cashier to marry him, when I took him grocery shopping with me."
"I-I was young!"
"That was two months ago."
She opened the door, showed a peace sign to her dad, who was in the dinning room, then went on her way down the hall, to her room, "And how many boys have you dated since then?"
"...T-that's not important!"
"Yup. And you's a classy ass bitch," when she made it to her room, she switched her tv on and hopped on top of her bed to lay down.
"S-shut up! I've been single for like, two weeks now! I'm so classy and independent! I don't need a man! I got standards! I got requirements!"
"You've dated a boy who's pick up line for you was, and I quote, 'I'm just looking for a bad bitch to spend my money on.'"
"In my defense, I said I'd think about it, first," Tyler sat on the end of the bed and looked up to the tv screen that was mounted on her wall.
Nancy turned her head to look at her cousin, "Tyler, I love you, but you have hoe tendencies."
"What?! No, I do not!"
"You fall for every boy you meet and you never stay in a relationship for more than maybe three months, at best!"
"Why are you such a hater on your big cousin? Huh? You jealous?"
"If that's what helps you sleep at nigh, Tyler."
He crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air, "Whatever. I'm going to ignore your hater attitude," Tyler laid back, "So! Are you dating anybody?"
"Oh my glob, yay! I'm gonna go after that hot piece ass at your job, then! Oh, goodness! We're gonna get married, and have sex, and I'm gonna make all the girls jealous~! Fuck, yeah! That boy is mine!"
"Good luck with that."
"So, anywho, I'm dropping you off at school and work tomorrow!"
Tyler squeaked, "I can't wait to get to work on that little cutie patootie!"
The next morning, you unwillingly awoke and switched on the lights in your room, then started your routine. Once teeth were brushed, clothes were on, and breakfast was in hand, you were expecting to see your sister. She was your ride to school, before she went off to work, making comic books with her friend. She was usually late, anyway. Luckily, the school wasn't that far, or else you'd be signing in almost every morning.
"Ok!" she came rushing downing the hall, fixing her hat, then hit you in the back, "Lets go! You're riding with Nancy to get to work, right?"
You rubbed your face, trying to rid sleep from your thoughts. "Yeah. Yeah. Get me to school," you answer groggily.
Once your sister dropped you off at the location you wished you didn't have to attend, she honked her horn for you before leaving. On your way out of your car, you see ahead of you, Nancy, being dropped off. That was weird to you. Knowing her, she wouldn't willingly let her mom take her to school, and her dad worked. You wondered who was driving the car. She seemed not to mind their presence, since she was smiling and exchanging last words with them, before they left. You went up to her, once the car was gone.
"All in my personal life. It was my cousin, if you must know. He's gonna be the one to take us to work, afterschool," she fixed the shoulderstrap on her book bag, then walked with you to the doors of the school. Soon, you had to part ways, to go down your separate grades halls.Tyler x male!reader- (option 2)
Your sixteenth birthday was just around the corner. Your older sister, Dyah, was more than excited for it. Mostly because she had a job and could buy you something, herself. She's been hassling you to pick something, anything for her to get you, but you didn't really want anything.
You were homeschooled, ever since you can remember, so you didn't have too many friends or even know that many people who were your age, besides the ones you met on fieldtrips and in your neighborhood. With that being said, your mom's been your teacher for basically everything. School-wise and other. What you were allowed to see on the internet was limited and you actually had to follow the ratings on videogames and movies, most of the time. If sexual content was even mentioned, you weren't allowed to watch. You didn't mind much, because your mom was like your best friend, so you weren't really reluctant to follow her rules.
Your sister, on the other hand, wasn't as close to her as you were. You can't remember much from when your dad was around, considering he left when you were fairly young, but she spent most of her time with him. She would stay up for hours, watching television with him and movies. Nothing was ever censored, which is a big reason for Dyah's dislike of censored versions of anything.
You didn't like him at all. Even though he left, he would call you and your sister every week, just to talk to you. When your sister told him she was gay, when you were eleven, you didn't understand why at the time, but he stopped talking to her. When he would call, he would just talk to you, and when you offered to pass the phone to her, he'd hang up. Three years later, before you actually turned fourteen, you told your parents of your own sexuality. Unlike your mother, who hugged you and lovingly teased you some, your dad just hung up on you and never called back. That was the last time you talked to him. You were never close to him in the first place, so it wasn't hard for you to develop hard feelings, unlike your sister, who could still find things nice to say about him.
Dyah followed you out of your room, as you lazily went to the kitchen. "Come on! You gotta want something! I will buy you anything!" she grabbed your shoulders and shook you, "Just tell me what you want!"
"Fine! Fine! I want a three story house with lions roaming around all casual like, with three dudes, in the master bedroom, on a king sized bed, ready to take the D! There! Take it and run with it, and get off of me!"
She lets you go and hops in the air, "Deal! The lions are gonna be kind of hard to find...How about tigers?!"
"Why do I live with crazy people? Why do I live with crazy people?" you chanted to yourself as you shook your head and went to the refrigerator.
Dyah ran off to where you were. She leaned across your shoulder with a huge smile on her face, "So! Tigers work?"
"Sure, why not?" you mumbled.
"Alright! Fun question now!" she lowered her voice a bit, "What you want the boys to look like?"
You stiffened, then heard her girlish, squeaky laughter. You let out an irritated breath, and pushed her, so you could have some more space between the two of you, "Will you shut up?!"
"Come on! I want to make sure you like them! You are loosing your virginity to them."
"S-shut up! Y-you don't know what a joke is?!"
"Calm ya titties. Calm them a-cups. I was kidding. Geez," she shrugged, "You're only fifteen. It's not that big of a deal that you haven't had sex yet. Seriously."
"Who's trying to have sex?!" your mom suddenly popped into the kitchen, making you and your sister jump, "Better not be bringing no babies here!"
"M-mama! I've told you so many times, I-I don't like girls!"
She narrowed her eyes at you, "....Better not get pregnant, then."
You hit your face, "Ma!" she poked your stomach, "You play too much!"
"What?! Sometimes you make it too much fun not to play with you...," she poked you again.
"S-stop it! I can't get pregnant! I'm a boy!"
"You know, just because you're a boy, doesn't mean you can't get pregnant," your mom informed you.
"No, I can't!...R-right?"
"Anybody can get pregnant! Pregnancy happens...in the stomach! That organ, is where the baby stays for nine months! You got a stomach too, right? So you can store a baby!"
"I-I can?!" you touched over your stomach with your hands.
"Uh-huh! When you have sex with a boy and like it, you get pregnant," your mom told you, nodding a bit. "It's just that...most boys don't get pregnant...I-I mean, you don't hear about them as often, because more women get pregnant than men!"
"Y-you're lying...I-it doesn't work like that!"
"Why would I lie to you?! I'm your mom! I wouldn't lie to you about sex! Especially not to scare you! Bad things can happen when you have sex. Especially with a boy who's trying to pressure you! That makes you three times more likely to get pregnant! A-and! A-and your dick'll fall off!"
"O-oh, my god!" you freaked out.
"I-I didn't know all of that happened! I-I thought if you just wore a condom, you can have sex!"
"W-who told you about condoms?!"
"Well, condoms aren't 100%! They're only like...20% guaranteed! The only way to stay 100% sure, is to never ever have sex!"
"I-I didn't know that!"
"Don't you worry, sweetie! Mama's giving you a sex ed lesson, before you go out and do something you'll regret!" she hugged you, "Just stay a virgin, ok?! For as long as you can! Promise me!"
"I-I promise, mama!"
The next day, seeing that it was a Saturday, you stayed in your room reading books most of the time. Your sister would come into your room, to bother you and just look over your shoulder as she would breathe down your neck like a perverted stalker. For a twenty year old, fresh out of college, she was very childish, sometimes.
As she was reading one of the pages you were on, softly into your ear, the doorbell rang.
"I'll be back to read to you, my dear," she whispered then went off to the door. You sighed in relief, and just hoped it was someone she knew, so you wouldn't have to deal with her for awhile. Then you heard that cute voice. The one you loved to hear for years. It made your eyes leave the pages and wonder to your door. You hesitated for a bit, but got up from your bed and slowly left your room.
"Dede, you need a place! A place where me and you can just hang out, with nobody else around~!"
There he was. Tyler. He was one of your sister's friends and the cousin of a girl you were somewhat friends with, Nancy. He lives right down the street with his cousin, and since you were eight, he's been hanging out with Dyah. He was a pale, light haired brunette, with green eyes emeralds envied. He was nineteen, but could easily pass for your age, maybe even younger, considering he also wasn't very tall. His style of dressing was pretty girlish, along with his mannerisms. He was pretty fun to be around. You liked just hearing him talk, since he always had something interesting to say.
"You just want a place where you can smash and not worry about your family hearing."
"Nu-uh!" he debated, "...Ok, half of the reason, b-but I still wanna hang out with you!"
"Focus on getting out of high school, I'll focus on getting an apartment. Tell you what. Pass this time, you can even stay with me. I won't even charge you for awhile."
"Swagg!!" Tyler cheered, "I'mma study super hard! I'll get Nancy to help me too!"
"H-hey Tyler," you made yourself known to the two.
He ran over to you and swung his arms around your neck, "Happy almost birthday~!"
He rubbed his cheek against yours, "Oh, sixteen! I remember when I was sixteen!...Good times."
"Don't be like Tyler, (name)," Dyah warned.
"I wasn't that bad!"
"You scared three boys out of town with your talk of marriage, made two cry when you broke up with them, turned four boys gay, and two, bi!"
He smacked his teeth and turned to look at Dyah, but still kept one of his arms around you, "Can't help it that I lay it down better than these basic bitches," Tyler snapped and rolled his eyes. He then narrowed them and poked his lips out, "or that these boys are scared of commitment!"
"You weren't even dating them!"
"So?! They couldn't see what a beautiful future we could have had?!"
"Whatever, Dyah!" Tyler's grip around you got tighter, as he added his other arm around you to hug you from the side, "Anyway. Happy birthday, that isn't here yet. Now that you're sixteen, all the boys are gonna be looking at you like, 'Ohh! Is that (name)?! He looks different! He looks hotter! Oh, he's sixteen now?! Yeah, I like fucking sixteen year olds!' You could get a senior! Sex with senior boys is way more fun~! Make all your little ex sophmore boyfriends all jealous, cause ya new man can drive!"
"Don't go telling my little brother how to be a hoe, when he's not even in public school! Plus, he's never even had a boyfriend before!"
He gasped, then let you go. He grabbed your face and looked you in the eyes, "You've never had a boyfriend?!" Your face got a bit red, as you shook your head at him.
"He's still a virgin, too."
"D-Dyah! Stop telling all of my business!"
"Oh, my goodness! You poor little thing! Has a boy just never asked you out?!"
"W-well...U-uhm...They have b-but."
"But?! The only but here should be yours! And by that, I mean your ass getting drilled!"
"Tyler! He's sixteen!"
He lets go of your face to look down to the floor and clinch his hair in his hands, "Exactly! How could he have not experienced sex?! It's like heaven! It's MY heaven!"
"You are so lucky my mom is not here!"
Tyler looked back to you, in a frenzy, "Why haven't you dated anyone?"
"U-uhm," you fiddled your fingers and turned away from him, "W-well,...none of the dudes who asked me were...cute."
"Cute?...So what you're saying is that you're just attracting ugly people?"
You frantically waved your hands back and forth in front of you. "N-no! No! Not like that! They looked good! I mean...cute, like...not...rough, you know?"
Tyler crooked his head, "...Cute...You mean...You want a uke?"
"W-what's a uke?"
"Oh~! My brother's a seme!" Dyah bounced around.
"W-wait! Wait! What's a seme?!"
"I-I wouldn't have suspected (name) to be a seme! Maybe I've just been seeing him as a uke, because he's younger than me and I've known him since he was cute..."
"Well, when I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he did say he wanted three dudes to take the D."
"D-Dyah! I-I was joking!"
"He said take it, not give it~"
"Ooooh~," Tyler gave you a suspicious look as he leaned against your arm, "That's a lot for just a sixteen year old boy. You don't think you'd get tired?"
You back away from him a bit, with your cheeks flushed as you try to laugh nervously, "I-I was just playing with Dyah. S-she wouldn't leave me alone, s-so I just said the first thing that came to me," you scratched behind your head, "Plus, I don't want to get anybody pregnant."
"Pregnant?! I thought you were gay!"
Dyah broke into laughter at your remark and Tyler's response. You were fairly confused at the both of them, "Y-yeah. Mom said anybody could get pregnant."
Tyler touched his cheeks as he shook his head, "Oh, you poor baby!"
"I-I really should have said something, but I didn't want to go against mama!"
"Ma's been lying to you about sex, since you started asking about it! I want to bet everything you know about it is a lie."
"W-what?! Mama wouldn't lie to me!"
"Correction. Dyah wouldn't lie to you. Mama just wants you to be that pure, celibate child, she never had. Not sure why, but yeah."
"S-so...I won't get anybody pregnant?"
"As long as they're boys, you're good."
"B-but! W-what about, u-uhm..."
Dyah touched your shoulder with a knowing look on her face, "No. Your dick will not fall off."
"Oh, my god! She told him it would fall off?!"
"I feel really bad, that I never did anything. What else did she tell you about sex, while I was off in college?"
"I-I can't hear anymore!" Tyler covered his ears. "Your mom is super cool and all, except with sex talks! Everything else, she's kissass!"
"W-what am I gonna do, when I'm actually in a situation with someone else a-and I'm doing all the wrong stuff?!"
"Don't worry, (name)! Ya big sister is gonna help you with all that!"
"I like boys! Gross! Plus, you're my sister! What the hell?!"
"Not me, you cock snorter!"
"The hell is a cock snorter?!"
"Shut up!! I'm going to help you with sex. Pause...I just gotta think...Oh! It'll be my birthday present to you!"
"I-I don't know, Dy-"
"You're so smart, Dede!" Tyler cut you off and high fived her. Whenever your sister said she'd help you out with anything, it usually didn't turn out how you thought it should have.
A few hours passed. Dyah and Tyler were back in her room, talking about god knows what. You decided to go out for awhile. You yelled down the hall, "I'm going outside!"
"Don't get pregnant!" Dyah answered you back.
"That's my job, cutie~!" Tyler shouted out. "Ow! I was kidding!"
You left those two to be them, then walked off down the street. You were heading to Nancy's house. Tyler lived there too, but Nancy is the one you'd usually go there to see.
Nancy was a bubbly little ginger; long orange-ish hair and bright green eyes that resembled Tyler's. She was only a year older than you and was basically in the same situation. Her mother was very overbearing and homeschooled her as well. She was very sheltered from the rest of the world and knew little about it. Her mother was always seeming to show interest in her, but the difference between you and Nancy was that Nancy hated her mom and you loved yours. Her mom was a little extra, though. She even creeped your mom out.
Nancy was a very nice and pretty girl, who seemingly loved to hang out with you. She even admitted to having a crush on you. You felt a little bad when you told her you didn't feel the same way towards her. Ever since then, it always seemed like she was kind of off when you were around.
You knocked on the front door and waited. It wasn't very long before Nancy's mother swung open the door with a huge smile on, "(name)! Dear! How are you? You're turning sixteen soon! Are you excited? How's your mother? Your sister's back from college, right? You should tell her to come down here and visit me! That would be nice! She's a little wild, but I don't mind...that much..."
"Fine. Very. Good. Yup. I'll mention it, and my sister is ratchet. Is Nancy here?"
She nodded enthusiastically, before beckoning you inside. You followed her through the clean, organized, well decorated house. She stopped in front of her daughter's room, then looked back at you. "Remember, no touching. I have a camera in Nancy's room, but I turned off the audio to respect her privacy. Oh! Don't tell her about the camera, though," she put her finger to her lips, "Our secret," she lightly tapped the door three times with the back of her hand, "Nancy! (name) is here for you!"
Nothing was heard from the other side of the door to indicate that she heard her mother, but soon the door was opened. Nancy shyly smiled to you, "Hey, (name)."
Nancy's mother stood by, smiling. Which was kind of creepy. Nancy glared at her, "Ma?"
"Do you mind?"
She grunted, then grabbed your arm to pull you inside. She closed her door with a bit of force behind it. She quickly erased the irritated look from her face as she looked back to you, "So, uhm. Is there something you needed?"
You walked over to the chair by her desk, that was over in the corner of the room. You pulled it out to sit in, "Not really, I guess."
"Oh! Uhm, happy birthday. It's not here yet, but, you know..."
"Yeah. Thanks. Dyah's been all over me to pick something for her to get me for my birthday."
She lowly chuckled, "Well, you know how she feels about buying other people things."
"Yeah...I don't really understand what it is that she's going to buy me this year."
"You told her what you wanted?"
"I-I didn't tell her I wanted this, i-in the first place!"
Your hands went wondering through your hair, as your eyes locked onto the floor, "S-she...Uhm...," you suddenly looked up to her, "Nancy? I have a question."
"Don't blush, alright?" Her face subtly turned pink. "I said, don't blush!"
"S-sorry!" she tried to hide it with her hands.
"...What do you know about sex?"
Her face was a mixture of shock and embarrassment, then she quickly ran to her bed, where she grabbed a pillow to hide behind and used it as a wall, so she wouldn't have to see your face, "I-I don't understand w-why you're asking me this! I-I mean, I-I don't know much! I-I! M-my mom never! I-I never! I-I mean!"
"N-Nancy! Calm down!"
"It's ok! It's ok! Just calm down!"
She nodded absentmindedly, as she was trying to find something else to think about. "W-why, uhm...d-do you ask?"
"Well...I don't know much about it, either. Dyah said my mom's been lying to me about it...She said, for my birthday...she was going to help me understand what really happens during sex."
"W-with your sister?!"
"N-not like that! At least, I hope not like that...S-she didn't really explain it to me."
"Well,...," Nancy's voice became a low whisper, "Maybe she knows a girl with experience, who went to school with her..."
"Y-yeah. A pretty, older girl."
"How would getting a girl, help me learn about sex?"
Nancy peaked her head over the pillow, "...I may not know a lot, but I know sex happens with a boy and a girl."
"Nancy, I'm gay."
"I never told you that?"
"N-no! I-I just..."
"Oh! This whole time you thought y-"
"I-I thought you just didn't think I was pretty enough."
"No! Nancy! I'm just not attracted to girls! You're real cool and stuff."
"This...This changes everything!"
You were a bit taken back by the tone in her voice, "Uhm...It does?"
"Yes!" she hopped down from her bed and searched her room. You watched her, a bit disoriented by her actions, as she pushed open her closet and searched on the floor. She pulled out a camera, then faced you, grinning and with pink cheeks, "Uhm. W-would you mind if I-I,...T-took pictures?"
"P-pictures?! O-of what?!"
"You and whatever boy your sister gets. Y-you see, I don't know why, but...I-I just find boys in love to be the cutest thing! Ever since Tyler moved in, and I-I saw him kissing a boy on the couch..."
"...I kind of want to say that's creepy, Nana."
"I-it's just! Gah! To see you with another boy?! Oh, my goodness!"
"...I don't know why, but I'm somehow ok with this."
"W-well...We are friends...A-and it'll be educational."
She spun around, then started bouncing, "I'm excited, and it's not even my birthday!" she sat down in front of you, with wide eyes, "W-what do you think the boy'll look like? Wait! Wait! What do you want him to look like?"
You looked up as you thought, "Uhm...My height or shorter. Big and cute eyes...," you faintly smiled, "Green, maybe...Small framed...Cute voice...," you touched your lips as your mind was trying to visualize more, "Hmm...I wouldn't mind if they were a bit pale...Maybe had brown hair."
"Tyler?" Nancy crooked her head and guessed.
"You were describing Tyler."
"So, you want Tyler?!"
"W-what?! N-no! No!"
She hugged her camera as she began to squeal, "You and Tyler?! OMG! I can't picture anything cuter!"
"H-he's way older than me!"
"Exactly! He might be the person your sister gets! He's experienced, cute, and the pairing is down right adorable~!" she flailed around on the floor.
"T-Tyler wouldn't agree to that."
"Tyler would agree to anything, if it involves sex or candy."
The following morning, while you were sleeping, your sister broke into your room; her and Tyler. Dyah put her finger to her lips as they both watched your body. She motioned her hand for Tyler to move closer to you. He slowly got closer, then kissed your cheek. You twitched a bit. They both giggled quietly. Dyah swatted her hands around, trying to tell the both of them to be quiet. Tyler went closer to your ear, "O-oh, (name). N-not so rough~" Tyler moaned with his voice cracking, trying not to laugh. Dyah fell to the floor, laughter building to unhealthy levels that couldn't be released. "Oh, (name)! (name)! Y-you're so good at this! O-oh, god!" You were panting in your sleep, as Tyler continued. "Lesson one!" he yelled, waking you and having you fall off the bed, instinctively, pulling the covers with you. Dyah then let out all of her laughter. "Gotta know how to get a hard~!"
"T-Tyler! W-what are you doing in my room?!"
"I'm here to make you wet the bed!" he sang.
You looked down, then quickly put your hands over your boxers, "D-damn it!"
"Let me see it!" Tyler excitedly demanded.
"N-no! No! B-back away!"
"Come on, Tyler. Gotta give (name) some time to himself. You'll get him later," Dyah mentioned.
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Oh, yeah. Tyler's who I got to help you learn about sex," Your face went on fire. "Don't worry. I know Ty's a perv."
"And kind of creepy."
"I am right here!"
"But, I made him promise not to actually take your virginity and promise not to beg and stalk you to marry him."
"I wasn't going to anyway! (name) is like a cute little puppy I've had since I was a kid and it never grew up. You don't rape puppies," the two left, going back and forth. You hugged your knees and sighed.
Dyah suddenly came back in, "Yo!" You jumped. She put her finger to her lips as they curled upwards, "Don't tell mama," she advised.2p!Sealand x teen!reader- The kids'll be fine ch. 1 (Yas! This is the spinoff I have put little to no work into~!)
After (ragazza's) birthday party, you went back home with your brother, Al. You ran off to the kitchen, when you both got there.
You've been pregnant for a little over a week now. You didn't see the big deal about it. Dyah told you it would be horrible and that you'd gain so much weight and be tired all the time! You didn't mind it. You haven't felt like you've gained that much weight, nor did you feel that tired. You've had morning sickness though and food cravings, but you didn't feel like you've changed that much.
"Poppet! How was the party?" your dad questioned you in a lively tone of voice.
"Oh, it was awesome! I can tell she really liked the squirrel I gave her! Oh! And Ravis said he was gonna marry her~!"
"Oh, really?! How exciting!"
"We haven't even gotten to you and Peter's wedding, and yet we still have another one to anticipate!"
"Yes! I can't wait! They said it was gonna happen later, later though...Oh! I hope my baby'll be old enough to be a flower girl for it!"
"That would be just adorable~!"
"Yeah!" you rubbed your stomach with one hand, as you opened the refrigerator. "I can imagine her now, in her little pink dress and a blue basket full of flower petals! Oh! Now I'm even more excited!"
You looked over the shelves and nothing in there interested you. You closed it, then looked in the freezer. A big bag of ice caught your attention, but you wanted something else to eat with it. You looked on top of the freezer and grabbed the bag of bread. You sat it on the counter, closed the freezer, then went to the cabinets. There, you got out some seasoning salt. You took out a few pieces of bread and spread seasoning salt over them one by one.
"U-uhm. What are you making, dear?"
"Hm?...I'm not sure," you took a bite of the bread, "Seasoning salt is so good!...Needs ice, though." you reopened the freezer, got a few ice chips, put them ontop of the bread, and rolled it up. You took another bite, but this time with your back teeth, "Yeah! That's better! I didn't know this was a thing!"
"I-I don't believe it is."
"Then, I made it up myself?! I should sell it!" you began leaving the kitchen, on your way back to your room, "What should I name it, though?"
After awhile, you got a call on your cellphone. Your answered with your mouth full, "Hello?"
"(poppet)! What the hell?!"
You moved the phone back from her sudden yelling, then replied back to it with, "(ragazza)! What's the matter?!"
"Where the hell did you get this thing?!"
"What thing? You mean the squirrel?!"
"It's not a squirrel! It's a red panda! You got me a fucking baby red panda!"
You scratched your cheek with your index finger, "...Nooo. I'm pretty sure it's not a panda, (ragazza). Pandas are big. That's a squirrel. Squirrels are small."
"...(poppet)...Go onto the internet...and search 'red panda', alright?"
"Ok!" you pulled your phone down in front of you to see the screen and left the screen which showed you who you were talking to and your options for the conversation, and went to the internet browser. You typed in 'red panda'. You saw cute little animals that resembled the one you caught, just bigger, "Oh! That's it!"
"Yeah! Where did you get a red panda?!"
"Mr. Yao's house. He had them running around in his backyard. I thought it was really cute looking squirrel, so I caught it for you...You don't like it?"
"I-it's not that I don't like it! I appreciate that you would go to such a length to get me something for my birthday, but red pandas are illegal to own and are mostly found in south-western China. I was a little stunned that you got one...and that you keep calling it a squirrel."
"All small fluffy animals outside are squirrels!" you announced proudly.
"...I'm gonna go ahead and just...get off of the phone with you before...Ugh...I don't know about you sometimes, (poppet)."
"Bye, (ragazza)! I hope you and your 'red panda' go and have some fun!"
The next day, as you lied in bed on your stomach, with your arms supporting your head to keep it up and staring at the computer screen in front of you displaying a new anime you've found, your ears picked up on a knock at the door. You planned to just let someone else in the house get it. Then, last minute, you kind of thought 'what if it's Peter', and got up to get to the door.
When you got there, it was just who you suspected, but Matt opened the door for him. He was glaring at the poor redhead, who had his head down, nervously.
"Mattie, you stop bullying him!" you warned him. "Come on inside, Petey!"
He looked up shyly, then back down, when he noticed Matt was still staring at him. "Are you ignoring my sister?"
"N-no! I-I was uhm! S-sorry!"
"Don't say sorry."
"R-right! O-of course! Of course!" he laughed awkwardly, "Y-yeah. Not sorry, then."
"So, you're not sorry?"
"N-no! I-I am!"
"So, you are?"
"Peter. Sweetheart," you broke in as you watched him struggle for a correct answer. "Just...Just come inside, ok?"
Sooo....Yeah. This is what I've written over the course of...I'm not good with time XD Just guess and I'm sure you'd be close enough. I wouldn't expect more than 1/5 of all of these to be finished by the end of Thanksgiving break and posted sometime in between that week o3o I work so so slow =A= Anywho~! Peace out for now, from your fa fav poverty fanfiction princess~!
Tyler: Since when were you a princess?!
Shut up! They told me I could be whatever I wanted to!
Tyler: No, they didn't!