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Getting home from your wild birthday party carrying all of your presents, your dad witnessed you entering. You hold up the cage with a few holes in it with the animal you assumed to be sleep, since it wasn't moving around. "Dad. Look what (Po-"

"What's that on your hand?"

"Hm?" you look to both of your hands. "What?"

He takes the cage from you and places it on the ground, to hold up your hand which held your ring. He tapped it a few times, "This. This right here."

You groaned, "How did you even see that?"

"What is it?"

"I-it's a ring...R-Ravis gave it to me..."

"Uh-huh," he takes the ring off your finger.

"Dad! Y-you can't just take the ring from me!"

"You're fourteen!"

You huffed as you picked up your cage, "Well, all you're doing is taking a symbol of something bigger. N-not like it meant anything that big! I-I mean-...I-I'm leaving!" you stomped off to your room. You mentioned, "I don't care, either!" really loudly before slamming your door.

After the door closed, you heard a high pitched squeak. It caught you off guard and you dropped the cage. The squeaking came back louder, then you noticed that whatever was in the cage was up and throwing a fit in its confinement. You then realized that the squeaky toy type noise was coming from the cage. You got on your knees to carefully opened it, and out ran a small reddish and black animal on all fours and with a striped tail. You screamed, then jumped on top of your bed. The little creature squeaked to you and stared at you, seeming confused itself. You tilted your head. You kept pointing at it until it clicked in your head, "That's a red panda?!...Where the hell did (poppet) get a red panda?!"

You searched your pockets til you found your cellphone. You quickly dialed your cousin up.

"Hello?"

"(poppet)! What the hell?!"

"(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 baby red panda!"

"...Nooo. I'm pretty sure it's not a panda, (ragazza). Pandas are big. That's a squirrel. Squirrels are small."

You hit your face and just tried to remember who you were talking to. "...(poppet)...Go onto the internet...and search 'red panda', alright?"

"Ok!" You rolled your eyes and sighed to yourself as you waited. "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 a 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!"

"...I'm gonna go ahead and just...get off of the phone with you before...Ugh...I don't know about you sometimes, (poppet)."

"What?"

"Bye, (poppet)."

"Bye, (ragazza)! I hope you and your 'red panda' go and have some fun!"

"Yeah...," you hang up with her and just shrug. You then eyeball the little creature hard as it wandered around on your floor. "Alright! You listen up, animal!" it turned its attention to you, "From here on out, I am your master! You will follow orders from me and me alone! You will go through rigorous training and I can not promise your life...This day forward, I will refer to you as...Pet Servant! P.S. for short," it squeaked, then lied out on its stomach. You crossed your arms and turned your head, "Cuteness gets you nowhere in life!..." you peaked at it as it was yawning, "...Fine! I'll cuddle you!" you hopped down and rolled around with it in your arms.

Two days later, while you were in the mist of training your new pet with an iron fist and adorable chew toys, someone knocked on your room's door. You ordered your pet to sit, but it continued to hop around, playfully mauling the the toy on the ground. You huffed then opened your door. One of the workers in the house kept there head down as they informed you, "Kuro and Lutz are here to leave with you, miss."

You grumbled under your breath, then nodded to him before he left. You hated those two ever since you had to start working with them. Your dad thought it was a good idea, since the two somewhat listened to him, but they absolutely hated you. You hated them as well. Whenever you had to do a job with them, they'd find a way to make you fuck up, or fuck it up themselves. One time, they told you the wrong name on purpose, and had you torturing a poor baker for information he honestly knew nothing about. For two days! Just because they thought it was funny how hard you worked and serious you looked while doing it. Once, while you were going all out in a fear inducing speech to a little group of drug dealers Luciano asked you to take care of with Lutz and Kuro, Lutz, for some reason, just blurts out in a cool and monotoned voice, 'Your ass is looking perfect nowadays.' This caused you to have to waste time beating his ass for about twenty minutes. The group you were talking to were the ones to pull you off of him! God, you hated those two.

You turned to your pet, "You! Stay in this room until further notice, understand? Some real bastards are here that I'm forced to work with...," the animal stopped what it was doing and stared at you with the most curious eyes, as if it was interested to hear what you had to say. "Don't look at me like that!...I-I said stop it!" It walked closer to your feet, then moved its paws onto your legs. You bit your lip, "W-we have one relationship, and that's master and servant, pet!" It squeaked. "I-I'm leaving!" you left out the door and closed it behind you.

You went down the stairs to meet the two in the living room. You were tossing up one of your favorite pocket knives, just for a cool effect and entrance. Kuro lazily waved at you and Lutz was just staring, as usual. When you caught the knife on the last time you threw it, you pointed it at Lutz, but looked to both of them. "Do not!...Fuck with me this time, alright?"

"Aww, shit. Your titties are coming in," Lutz commented.

"You pervert!" you prepared your knife to assault him, but a different knife was thrown, beating you to it, hitting his hand that was in the air, envisioning touching your chest.

"Stop looking at my damn daughter!"

You turned around to him and stomped your foot, "Dad! Why do I have to keep working with these two psycho idiots?!"

"Yup. Yup. We're the psychos here. Nah. Lets forget about the murdering fourteen year old female mobster. Yeah. Lets just skip over that," Kuro cut in.

You pointed to him, "I am sick and tired of you, damn it! You can't just talk to me any kind of way!"

"Sorry. I've trained my ears to drown out brats' whining."

"I will shove this knife down your throat and slit it from the inside!"

"Yuuuup. We're the psychos."

"Ugh! Dad!"

"(name). Please. Just calm down a bit. They're not that bad!"

"Luciano! You have been sending me out with this pervert and slacker for over a year now! I can not take it and refuse to!"

Your dad walked closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. "Because I trust them, (name). They're the only two I trust to leave with you."

"I don't need anyone with me! Why do I have to be babysat?!"

"It's not like that! They're there to help you."

"Pfft! Ha! Help me?!"

"We help!" Lutz objected.

"Please! Your lazy ass couldn't help me move dog shit, fucker! What do you even have him around for, dad?! He legitimately does nothing, but blurt out sexual phrases and drink beer!"

"Ragazza, please. Unless you just want one of the house workers to go with you."

You clapped your hands, then put them on your hips, "Get me the chefs! Shit!"

He turned you around as he let out a breath, "Get going."

"This conversation isn't over, Luciano," you promised as you marched off to the door, "Watch. Watch! They're going to do something. I know it!"


In the car, you sat by the door, with your legs and arms folded and your nose in the air, "Just so you know, I hate you both."

"Spoiled little bitch," Kuro commented.

You flipped your hair, "You mad?"

"You keep teasing me with that curl, kid. Let me pull it, just once."

You raised your eyebrow to Lutz request, "...Is that some kind of fetish of yours; to pull people's hair?"

"Well, if you want to get technical with it, you could say that."

"God, you're weird."

"Just let me stroke it then."

The car soon stopped. You pointed at him as you opened the door, "...Stay away from me."

You stood in front of raggedy, old, bland apartment buildings, better described as projects. You stretched your arms as the two were making their way up the outdoor stairs. You followed soon after. 

The two stopped in front of one of the doors. You three just stood there. "Open the door, maybe?" you tossed the idea out.

"Why can't you?" Kuro responded back to you.

"What do I look like doing such barbaric work, as breaking down a door? Now open it." He knocked on the door. Your nerves were starting to grind.

A woman, somewhere in her late thirties, opened the door. She looked of no relation to the person you were after. "Yes?"

"Sorry. Wrong door," Kuro reported. You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead as she shut the door. The two you came with, stepped over to the next door. "It's this one." You took the few steps over. Lutz knocked. Appearing behind the door, this time, exactly the person you were expecting.

"Ciao~," you smirked at him as you waved.

"Fake ass Italian," Kuro remarked as he was going inside. You mumbled things under your breath about him as you and Lutz also pushed your way by the confused and panicked man. You closed and locked the door.

"Aye! Aye! What the fuck?!"

You clapped once, "Ok! We are representatives of the Italian mafia, a gang of people who you've happened to fuck with," you explained as you walked closer to him and he backed away from you. "Lutz, could you get him seated or keep him in place?"

"That sounds like a lot of work," he complained. 

The man pushed you to the ground and took off. "Get him!" you ordered.

"Stop," Kuro unenthusiastically called after him, as you were angrily grabbing a pillow off the couch in the living room and darting after him. "He didn't stop."

You kicked the back of the man's legs, while he was unlocking the door, and knocked him to his knees. You jumped on top of him, having him fall back. "You two are worthless," You smothered his nose and mouth with the pillow as you tried your hardest to keep him down. You fumbled around for your pocket knife. It was clear that the strength of this grown man was passed yours, but you were able to hold out just long enough for you to find your knife. You raised it above your head and moved the pillow down some, below his nose so he could breath a little, "Calm down and maybe I won't stab you," He slowly started calming all of his movements, but cursed into the pillow repeatedly. "What's their name?" He shook his head and yelled statements you couldn't nor wanted to decipher. You brought the knife down to poke at his stomach. "What is it? I don't want to have to stab you to get it out of you...If I have to do that, I couldn't stop myself," you giggled, "I haven't gotten to torture in so long~" You added slight more pressure to the knife.

He moved your hand from over the pillow, "V-Vash Zwingli."

"Thaaank you~!" you sang as you got back up and put your weapon away. 

"Oh, my god. A nine year old with a knife. I should totally just loose my shit and tell her everything," Kuro added more sarcasm to the situation.

"I am fourteen! I'm fucking intimidating, thank you very much!"

He glanced over to the man still on the floor, "Pussy," then left.

"Wait. Who's pussy?" Lutz questioned as he followed him out the door, "What are we talking about?"

You were developing a headache as you left, "So unprofessional." 

As the car was pulling off, you pulled out a detonator from your pocket. You looked back as the projects were getting farther and farther away. You hit the button and waited. Nothing happened. You gave a confused look to the button and pressed it a few more times. You heard snickering next to you. You lost it, and just went at Kuro's face. You were punching him, slapping him, scratching him, but every hit, you were aiming for the face, "You son of a bitch! I'd hang you with your own intestines and split up the body parts to give to (poppet) and the black market!"

"Crazy ass bitch! Get her off me!"

"I got it! I got it!" Lutz grabbed you as you were kicking and screaming, trying to get your hands on him again. Though he did get you off of Kuro, he grabbed you by your chest, so the more you struggled, the more he molested you. To make it worse, he was getting blood all over your dress, due to his previous injury to his hand.

"Let go of me, you pedophile!"

"I-it hurts, but I like it."

You didn't think twice to take your knife and repeatedly stab his arms, until he let you go, which took three or four stabs. The car stopped as you were wrestling with Kuro, trying to drive your knife into his eye. Your driver opened the back door and yanked you out of the car. You landed on the concrete sidewalk the car was parked next to on your hands and knees. You growled at him then tried to go back, but he grabbed your ankles and started pulling you back. You clawed at the sidewalk to try and make him stop. You kicked your feet around, "Stop it! Drop me!" He picked you up like a small child. You tried freeing yourself by pushing him back as hard as you could, and resorting to smacking him in the face, when that didn't work. He still tossed you over his shoulder. You continued with your tantrum, either way, "Let! Me! Go! I am not a child! I refuse to be treated like this! I will kill you! Let me go! Right now!" He ignored you and started walking down the streets. People looked at you two, but none said or did anything. "Ahhh!! Ahh!! I demand you put me down! I demand it!! Help! Help! He kidnapped me! Get him off me! Ahhh!! I'll fucking murder you in your sleep! Ahhhh!!!! Drop! Me!"


By the time you got home, you tired yourself out and were passed out. Your driver handed your unconscious body over to your dad, who sighed and lied your down on the couch.

"(name)!"

You jumped up, "Huh?! What?! What happened?!"

"You've seriously lost your mind this time, ragazza."

"Huh?...O-Oh, like...y-you don't mean-"

"Yes. I mean the way you were kicking and screaming down the street, yelling death threats."

"O-ok! S-see, what had happened was that...Alright, we left the house, right?"

"There is no reason for you to have to be pulled out of a car and carried back home! Notice the emphasis on 'pulled out' and 'car'!"

"B-but dad! It wasn't my fault! You know how the place was suppose to have like bombs," You sat back on your legs and waved your hands around in random directions, "everywhere, right?! I was there, a-and I got in the car, right?!" You tapped your index finger against the palm of your other hand repeatedly, "And I was pressing the button! I kept pressing it and nothing happened! Like, no boom! Then, that bastard Kuro started laughing, like he did something!" You looked around frantically, grabbing your hair, "A-and, a-and, I-I just, snap! T-then, it was all 'ahh'! It was like war in the back of that car, dad! I mean like, I'm ducking, I'm diving, I'm slappin' old people in the face!"

Your dad just looked at you as you babbled and stuttered through your explanation, "I have no idea what you're even talking about."

"T-the bomb! It didn't go off and it's Kuro and Lutz's fault! Now, I may have a tad bit of an anger problem and forgot where I was, but they still messed up everything! Who knows where he's at now?!"

"What are you talking about? The bomb went off."

"W-what?! No, it didn't! I was looking back while I was pressing the button!" He took out his phone to pull up the news to show you. You read off the headlines and saw the picture of the burnt down building. You took the phone from him as you stared in disbelief and scrolled til you found the list of names of those who died in the explosion. You covered your eyes when you saw the name. "Those fuckers!" You threw the phone, "That's it! I am done! I refuse to work with those two ever again!" You jumped down from the couch, "It's either you fire those two or!...O-or!...I-I'm never talking to you again!"

"(n-name)!"

"I-I'll do it too! I hate them! I don't give a fuck how well they work with you! I can't work with them!"

"I don't know what you want me to do!"

"Get somebody fucking else!"

"Alright, (name). Listen. Everyone...is fucking scared to work with you."

"W-what?! Why?!"

"They all witnessed you kill a member of this mafia, you killed Ivan, not just some drug dealer, but the fucking boss drug dealer, and you're known to keep weapons on you."

"So?! That's no worse than you!"

"Exactly."

You rolled your eyes, "Those pansies. Fine. I'll find my own associates in the next town over."

"The next town over?!"

"Yeah! I've been telling you for months that we needed to expand out of this town! The playing field is basically locked here, between the three. We have to switch games! I'm bored!"

"There's plenty for you to do right here!"

"Fuck here, I'm trying to take over the world!" you declared loudly with a fist raised in the air. "Come on, dad! Why just be trapped in this town?"

"Well, what would you even do about someone in the next city over?"

"We just get certain people to keep a look out for stuff."

"I don't like new people."

"That's fine, dad! It's just about you and me. Who's playing the chest pieces don't matter."

"I don't know."

You sighed, "I should talk to you more like a partner, than your daughter."

"When you go saying stuff like that, I get worried about you."

You snickered, "You're funny," you started on your way back to your room, "Do you think you could find someone willing to go with me to the next town within two days? I'll leave then."

"Fine. Fine. If that's what you want."

"Alright!" you ran off to your room.
2p!Italy x teen!reader- Family business (part 1)
I don't know why I made Lutz such a pervert...I'm kind of creepy for doing that...and liking the fact that I can do things like that XD Anyway! Can you see where this story is going? Expect to see a brand new 2p character that I've never used before! Or even thought of using, until I went down the list of Hetalia characters Don't go trying to guess who it is, cause it's a surprise and I'm not tellin' ewe But, you guys are probably ignore the fact that I just said that and be like, "Oh mai gawd! A new character?! Who is it?!" Then just start naming countries that I didn't even know were official characters like, "I bet it's Thailand! I wonder what you made his 2p like! Did you get his 2p from tumblr?!" I seriously just looked at the list to see if that was an actual character. The picture that's there, looks like it's from the anime, but I don't remember him...But, when I first watched Hetalia, I also couldn't tell the difference between Finland and Iceland...


Anyway! This wasn't even one of the stories I said I might post this week XD I didn't think I was, but then I started writing =w= I might even post part two soon. Ya never know. Maybe I'll post both of Tyler's stories next. Ya never know! >w<

If you are not familiar with (ragazza) and (poppet), then you haven't read this~!: 2p!Italy x child!reader- Family love (prologue) You should read that, before this. I mean, if you want. I can't make you read it. If you feel like you want to read this without reading the other one, have fun, darling~
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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~!:dummy: 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.

"Hey, Gil."

"H-hey, De. Uhm. Lets walk to class together!"

"Alright."

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!"

"S-sorry!"

"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?!"

"You're nervous."

"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.

"Y-you can't!"

"Why not?"

"Cause!"

"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."

"Why not?"

"My son needs me, for schoolwork reason. You know."

"Is that all?"

"Uh...Yeah."

"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."

"Alright."

You hung up then left to tell Gilbert your good news, "Guess what?!"

"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~!"

"S-shut up!"

"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.

"I know."

"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.

"D-Dyah!"

"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.

"Say sorry!"

"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."

"O-ok."

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."

"Hurry up!"

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!"

"O-oh! Ok!"

"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!"

"Cute...?"

Tyler looked over his shoulder at your confused expression and giggled, "How old are you, sweetie pie?"

"S-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!"

"...Whatever."

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."

"Why not?!"

"My cousin's coming over."

"So?"

"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."

"Your pillow!"

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.

"Hey."

"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?"

"Nancy."

"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."

"What?"

"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."

"Dad!"

"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!"

"It's not!"

"Well, if you're trying to date somebody on the job, I can see why you'd try to stick it out."

"Huh?"

"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."

"Tyler!"

"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."

"Exactly!"

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?"

"No, actually...Why?"

"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!"

"Uhm...Alright."

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.

"Who's that?"

"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.

"Yeah!"

"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?!"

"Dyah did."

"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!"

"Good!"

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~!"

"T-thanks."

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?!"

"Obviously!"

"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~"

"Dyah!"

"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!"

"H-huh?"

"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)."

"Hey, Nancy."

Nancy's mother stood by, smiling. Which was kind of creepy. Nancy glared at her, "Ma?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

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!"

"What?"

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."

"Ok."

"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!"

"I-I'm sorry!"

"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..."

"A girl?"

"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."

"Y-you're what?!"

"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."

"R-really?!"

"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.

"Huh?"

"You were describing Tyler."

"I-I was?"

"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."

"Hey!"

"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."

"O-oh..."

"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!"

"I know!"

"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)."

"What?"

"Bye, (poppet)."

"Bye, (ragazza)! I hope you and your 'red panda' go and have some fun!"

"Yeah..."


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?"

"N-no! I-I"

"Peter. Sweetheart," you broke in as you watched him struggle for a correct answer. "Just...Just come inside, ok?"

"O-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!

Shut up!!
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  • Eating: Cheetos
Now, the fun thing about Tyler and his...*cough* lovable *cough*...personality, is the way he successfully grabs his semes a.k.a now-officially-you-male-reader. Of course, I couldn't have Tyler win your heart in the last fanfiction.

Tyler: Cause I so could have. I mean, I'm hot as hell...Come on ewe

But in this one, you must fall in love, with our dear uke

Tyler: *poses*

This can go one of many ways ewe What I need to know is, what kind of seme we're going after here! You know, there are many different kinds.

Tyler: Boy, do I! ;u;

I'm not talking to you!...So, I need to know which one. You know, you could be the one that doesn't talk much or even think you're gay and then you meet this cute boy

Tyler: Turning boys out since 2010, baby!

Or, you could be the seme who isn't really into cute ukes History repeats itself XD And don't seem to have much of an interest in our cuddley little Tyler, but Tyler knows how to get what he wants, in the end

Tyler: You think I'm all cutsie and nice, but Santa know what it is ewe I'm always getting coal. You know what I do with that coal? >w>...I can't tell you all that.

Or! Or! Or, fucking, or! You could also be a somewhat cutie, who often gets mistaken for a uke, but on than yandere shit, and flip into a monster, who just be killin' the D!

Tyler: O-oh my god! I've never been in that situation before! ;A;...I-I don't think I'd know what to do!

Ok. Ok. I can tone it down some. You can be a younger, uneducated-in-sex, seme-in-the-making, but Tyler has to train you ewe

Tyler: Re uploading 6 Oooohhh, sounds like a lot of sex you're gonna have to write.

I'm not writing sex.

Tyler:Yanagi (Wait Whut) ......WHUT  Y-you..Y-you sick woman! How are you gonna tease ME like that?! The reader too, but what about me?! I want to read ME gettin' my dick sucked! The fuck?!

>-> Why are you such a perv?

Tyler: C-cause I like it. D-don't do this to me, Dyah...Asuna (Crying) [V2] Write the sex...come on, just...just write the sex 

...Foreplay, and that's all you're getting from me

Tyler: Young Mary Kozakura (Cheerful) [V2] Lets get it~!

...So, anyway...I need a type of seme. As you can see, Tyler works differently with different ones 

Tyler: But one thing that stays the same, is that there will be a guarantee that we shall be married! (Unlight) Ayn 3 - Cheer In holy matrimony ;u; *whispers* I love you, already.
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Ten things:

Nah, you straight.


Questions~!


1. What do you think of Homestuck?

I dislike it, actually XD

2. Do you wanna build a snowman? //shot

...I-is that a reference? o-o

3. FrUK or USUK or other? If other, what do you ship?

If they fuckin', I'm lovin'~ That's my motto! ;u;

4. What is your opinion on gay marriage?

I fuck wit it .-. I mean like, I'm 97% sure I'm gay, so I fuck wit it o3o

5. Do you believe that Obama and Romney have the hots for each other?

I don't think I'm in the political position to answer that XD

6. Do you believe that their wives have the hots for each other?

Pleading the fifth.

7. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT EVERYONE HAS THE HOTS FOR EACH OTHER BECAUSE WE'RE ALL HORNY BASTARDS?!

Well, when you put it like that...

8. Do you want there to be a Mean Girls: The Reunion?

I've never seen the show or movie or whatever it is, so I don't know >w<

9. Insert question here.

Cue somewhat funny answer.

10. What's your favourite song?


As of recent, probably The Weeknd- King Of The Fall or Stalley ft. Ty Dolla $ign- Always Into Something
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So, (poppet's) babies names are chosen~ ;u; Yas, bish, yas~! The names are Dyah and Asher, which is funny to me, since Dyah is a shortened misspelling of my middle name and Asher is a shorter misspelling of my brother's name XD It's weird you guys would pick those names >w<



Anyway, I'm about to mini rant about boys here. That's kind of the second purpose of this account XD To write fanfictions!...And mini rant ewe Oh, the joys! Anyway! Anyway! I can't even stay on track in a rant. Got damn! Y'all remember when like...I said a different dude asked me out and I was just gonna let it be awkward at the bus stop and tell him I was gay?...Yeah, I'm a fucking liar XD For like a week, I just kind of didn't talk to him, then I was like, "I gotta say something! He asked me out like last week and I said I'd think about it and now, I'm just going about my daily life!...Hm...I know! I'll write a note~!" So, I wrote this weird little note I don't remember most of it, cause I only read it over once, but I'll type it as I remember. If it's struck out, that means it wasn't in the mote. That's me talking to you >w<

"Ohayou!(good morning) I don't think I ever told you my name, actually. It's I'm not telling you guys my first name XD Yeah, people usually don't get it the first time. You can call me Dyah though. (die-yah) It's like a shortened, misspelling of my middle name. Anyway, to my point! (I totally have a point to this!) Can not remember what I wrote for my point XD I'm so so forgetful. but I'm hella cool when I'm texting! I'm not sure if I called it hella cool, either >w< (disclaimer: this is not a 100% guarantee. No refunds can be made for the time you spend realizing I'm a lame o3o) That's if you still wanna talk to me. I mean, it has been like a week(I think) of me not saying anything. If you don't want to, that's cool too, bro XD I don't really mind that much."


Yes...That is how I write to a boy XD Ain't I the coolest~?!:la:

I'm not sure if I'm just like the meanest chick on the planet and just hate love and I'm such a little stuck up chick or something...but, why dudes always gotta get up in they feelings?! You don't even know a real G like that, yet! We have not had a conversation, bro!...Ever! Do I just give off an aura that says, "I have a cool personality, even though you don't know what my voice sounds like! Come fuck with me! I'm awesome! Come on!...Come on. Just ask me out...You know you wanna ewe" If I do, I want to give the world back this aura, in exchange for something else...I...I don't want it XD It's like I choose to give people a chance, then they weird me the fuck out and I'm all like, "Awwwwww, fuck! I had to try and make sure everybody got a shot!" I remember when I was little and look at relationships on tv and be like, "You should date anybody who ask, if you're single~! You never know about a person! They could be cool, and you just don't know it! I know when I get older, I'd date whoever asks me, cause I think everybody deserves a chance to be with someone they like! I mean, they asked you and had the courage to do it!" Now,....I see why people don't do that. I should really stop doing it, or else I'm gonna end up dating and breaking up with dudes in a week's time XD It's ridiculous. I need to stop this.

"Yo, Dyah! How he in his feelings, doe?!"

Well, dear person who is actually wasting time to read this.

"You wrote it, damn it! Don't talk about me!"

Let me tell you this...He wrote me a note back...he used the word love like five times in it...From that little friendly ass letter o3o...Do ya see da feels?"

"Well, you didn't tell me the context -3- You ain't all dat sexy! Tell me context!"

Well, miss sassy platoon Daisy.

"What the fu-"

If you must know!!!...I don't wanna give out all his business like that =3= I'm a classy ass bitch with morals and shit -3- Mmmmmhmmm! *snaps*

Tyler: *snapping* Mmmmhmmm! Let my bitch tell it! Tell it gurl!

Bitch! I just said I ain't telling!

Tyler: Aww. You lame.

Why you here?!

"Hey, Tyler~!"

Tyler: What it do, honey doo~?!

You fucking shit up again! Leave! Leave! *pushing Tyler*

Tyler: *sniffs* Why you so mean, doe?

...Anyway....I had to read what we were even talking about. I'm back on track now! I can not rant for shit XD So, uhm...I'm gonna try to stick this out...For like, maybe a month of something. I don't know. Maybe he'll actually see I'm lame and be like, "Eeeehhhh!...Not working out." Hopefully, nothing perverted is said, cause I really can't deal with that in real life XD Seriously, someone mentions it towards me and if I wasn't blackmy face'd light up like Christmas and I'd try to laugh it off in the most awkward of ways. On the internet, it be seeming like I'm indirectly dirty talking y'all, huh? XD Not in real life. You walk up to me and be like, "Yo, Dyah! Nice titties!"

Me: >//////< I-Ah. Ha...Ha ha...U-uhm....*walking away*
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Hello there dearies! I'm Dyah! Call me Dyah, Dye Dye, Die, Eriko. Pssh. Whatever floats that boat of yours XD Dat me in that picture above o3o Yes, that is that lazy chick who writes all that sarcasm, sick, mean humor you all love so much ewe Anyway! You're most likely on my page because of the fanfictions I write for hetalia. If so, I hope chu like them~!:dummy:

don't click this link...

Check my awesome DA family, yo!

:iconsoulliva: my first big bruder in here XD

:icontakeiteasy-brother: my oder bruder who like...dwaw wheel good and..stuff..he my onii-chan too

:iconyamiyuki1: my big brother too! So cool!

:iconkatsuro-imagawa: My real life little brother(If you see his stuff, he likes comments an critism)

:iconbulgariaeast: my cuz! Cheah I have cousins ewe

:icontheresxcfg: My other cousin! Cheah! Cheah!

:iconnekoenvy-chan4life: my le awesome neko! Touch me and she scratch chu up -3-

:iconmiraclegirl14: my loyal, yellow lab puppy! Ha ha! Check my pets!

:iconavatargirl251: My first sissy...I think I'm older though -3-

:iconyasaijiru7: My big sissy! Yay~!

:iconkiki99990: My oder sister~!

:iconhetailiauniverse-xd: Dis is big sister o3o Onee-chan

:iconwhiteroseneko-chan: And my little sister~! Oh, the family love ewe

:iconnimianakadisaster: my wittle sister

:iconn1nj45k1ll5: My sister~!

:iconsaelinlee: My daughter! I'mma single mom ewe

:icongeekykitten64: my auntie! I! Have! An! Auntie! ewe yesh!

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Which Hetalia Character Are You?
Which Hetalia Character Are You?
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awesome! Even the internet agrees that I am Prussia! :iconloveloveplz:

What Is Your Level Of Randomness?
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These quizzes are so spot on!

What Soul Eater Guy Is For You?
What Soul Eater Guy Is For You?
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these quizzes are fun!

Which Death Note Guy Are You?
Which Death Note Guy Are You?
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ha ha! I'm L too! I win!

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they are so right!!! Its creppy really

What Lucky Star Character Are You?
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That's why I drew her so many times. I act like all my favorite characters from animes!

What Role Do You Play In An Anime?
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Awesome!!!

What Host Are You?
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Wow really?

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Who Is Your Host Type?
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yes...just...yes

Are You A Tsundere Or A Yandere?
Are You A Tsundere Or A Yandere?
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~v~ Aww *cute face* you thing I'm insane?

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:iconpervyamericaplz:

What Kind Of Japanese Fan Are You?
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Ha ha! I knew it all along ~v~

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perfect

Which Song Would You Sing If You Were A Death Note Character?
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Really just...yes....what more to say...yes


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Well that helped me none o-o

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Shamrocks! You leprechauns shall pay!

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I can't win for freaking losing!

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Ha ha! I laugh at chu and myself!

What Style Fits You?
What Style Fits You?
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...Hell...yesh!!

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EVERYBODY DIES!!!

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my hair is actually brown too XD
Interests
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~!:dummy: 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.

"Hey, Gil."

"H-hey, De. Uhm. Lets walk to class together!"

"Alright."

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!"

"S-sorry!"

"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?!"

"You're nervous."

"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.

"Y-you can't!"

"Why not?"

"Cause!"

"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."

"Why not?"

"My son needs me, for schoolwork reason. You know."

"Is that all?"

"Uh...Yeah."

"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."

"Alright."

You hung up then left to tell Gilbert your good news, "Guess what?!"

"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~!"

"S-shut up!"

"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.

"I know."

"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.

"D-Dyah!"

"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.

"Say sorry!"

"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."

"O-ok."

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."

"Hurry up!"

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!"

"O-oh! Ok!"

"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!"

"Cute...?"

Tyler looked over his shoulder at your confused expression and giggled, "How old are you, sweetie pie?"

"S-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!"

"...Whatever."

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."

"Why not?!"

"My cousin's coming over."

"So?"

"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."

"Your pillow!"

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.

"Hey."

"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?"

"Nancy."

"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."

"What?"

"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."

"Dad!"

"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!"

"It's not!"

"Well, if you're trying to date somebody on the job, I can see why you'd try to stick it out."

"Huh?"

"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."

"Tyler!"

"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."

"Exactly!"

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?"

"No, actually...Why?"

"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!"

"Uhm...Alright."

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.

"Who's that?"

"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.

"Yeah!"

"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?!"

"Dyah did."

"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!"

"Good!"

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~!"

"T-thanks."

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?!"

"Obviously!"

"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~"

"Dyah!"

"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!"

"H-huh?"

"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)."

"Hey, Nancy."

Nancy's mother stood by, smiling. Which was kind of creepy. Nancy glared at her, "Ma?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

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!"

"What?"

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."

"Ok."

"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!"

"I-I'm sorry!"

"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..."

"A girl?"

"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."

"Y-you're what?!"

"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."

"R-really?!"

"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.

"Huh?"

"You were describing Tyler."

"I-I was?"

"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."

"Hey!"

"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."

"O-oh..."

"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!"

"I know!"

"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)."

"What?"

"Bye, (poppet)."

"Bye, (ragazza)! I hope you and your 'red panda' go and have some fun!"

"Yeah..."


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?"

"N-no! I-I"

"Peter. Sweetheart," you broke in as you watched him struggle for a correct answer. "Just...Just come inside, ok?"

"O-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!

Shut up!!
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  • Listening to: Young Thug- L.A. swagg
  • Eating: Cheetos

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HetaliaAbby Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2014  New member
THANK YOU soo much for the llama badge!!! You are my favorite!
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thank you for the llama ^^
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YOU'VE BEEN HUGGED!! Huggle huggle <3
For being the awesome person you are and all your amazing work
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

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4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're loved =7=
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KiruTetsuya Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2014
Thanks for the AWESOME Llama XD (But the llama not as awesome as Gilbert :3)
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eriko-neko Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014
Of course, my awesome new watcher~!:iconyayprussiaplz: And nothing can be as awesome as the awesome Prussia~! >w<
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KiruTetsuya Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014
X3 Prussia XD
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hetalialover9001 Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2014
I'm sorry, I know I'm probably gonna get murdered for this but I (attempted to) tag(ged) you in something so if you could go check it out on my profile that would be awesome ok I'm gonna leave I'm sorry I'm rambling again but I needed someone to tag and yeah I'm sorry
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eriko-neko Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2014
It's fine, darling~ ;u; I don't mind tags. I already finished it, too. (check your mentions~!) You can tag me whenever you see fit, dear! >w<
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hetalialover9001 Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014
oh my god you're so polite
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eriko-neko Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2014
XD I wanna say thank you, so I will. Thank you >w<
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Here's a hug for you chica!! *hug* :3


(P.s. below is copy paste, I like to add some taste of originality ya know? :) )

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3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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YOU HAVE BEEN HUGGED!!!! *Hug*

Spread the DA love around!

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 10 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!

If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're loved

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Thank you for the llama!!!!!!
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Craye-Grikus Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I love your awesome fanfics!~

(Thank you for the llama; I'll just return the favour~)
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Thanks for the llama! Heart 
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