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Jeff the Killer. ReaderXJeff (Scenario)

You were new to the neighborhood. A shy young lady who wasn't all that fond of human interaction, nor were you the kind to speak, even if someone else were to speak with you.

You had heard rumors about this new neighborhood and occurrences in which murders and kidnappings had taken places. These all tended to happen within short times of each other and were always, (At least this is what the media said) Done during the wee hours of the morning or late night.
You honestly believed it was nothing more than hokus-pokus child's play stories.

It was your first day of school, packed and ready to go, you rushed from the house wearing your anxiety

Just A Number. Reader x Russia

She was mesmerized by him; the way he presented himself, the way he kept himself so tidy and clean, how true a gentleman he was. Always opened doors, always pulled out her chair for her when need be. And when he took her hand, his free one would fold at his waist and a deep bow would bring him closer to her small hand - a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

Ivan was dazzling and yet mysterious. It was that mysterious factor about him that drew her closer and closer; she wanted to figure him out, learn all his secrets and gripes. She wanted to crack the code that was this tall, dark and handsome man.

They were alone, now; she across the room while

Gay For Him (RomanoxReader)Just fucking do it, Lovino thought. The ragazza doesn’t bite.

You looked up and saw Lovino. You mentally smirked. Perfect timing, Lovino. “Hey, Lovino.”

“Ciao, ragazza.” He shifted. “Uhm, hey, listen—”

You waved at Antonio. “Hey Toni!”

The Spaniard turned. “Oh!” He walked over to the two of you. “Hola, (Name), Lovi!”

Lovino growled at him. “Idiota, how many times have I told you not to call me that?!” Lovino hissed.

Antonio pouted. “But Lovi sounds cute, Lovi!”

Lovino just rolled his eyes at him. “Tch. Bastard.”

You

Jeff The Killer X Reader (Scenario) Pt 2

You got chills. Was this "Jeff" just messing with you?
He didn't seem like a bad guy, after all. He's just an outcast, like you.
There's nothing wrong with that, right?

The bus right seemed eternal. Each stop was an excruciating wait as he stared. You saw him stare.

You decided to go sit by him while the bus was stopped.

"I noticed you kept staring. I'm not quite blind...Yet. I've got a tad or peripheral vision left." You smiled, an attempt to hide your anxiety and frustration in this situation. You were so drawn to him, yet you felt unsafe, like he was dangerous.

"I couldn't help myself." Jeff's grin lessened, but it wasn't that he was

All that Sexual FrustrationNow it's Girlfriend!ReaderXBoyfriend!Matthew.

Matthew had the worst habit of just slipping french into lots of conversation, you wanted to accuse him of being a weeabo but found you couldn't do that to your adorable little canadian boyfriend. It happened a lot at the most random times but you needed to find out what those little comments were.
You two were at the super market, getting the regulars. Peaches, mangoes, pancake ingredients, and you couldn't pass up the chance to tease your boyfriend.
"Mattie, do you want regular maple syrup or honey pecan?" You teased knowing his strict hate of artificially flavoured syrup.
"Je veux vraiment te baiser maintenant." he sighed pushing the cart right behind you as you raised your eyebrow again.
"Mattie, I don't know french." You sang in reminder as he gave a small smile.
"I know. Let's get the R-REAL maple of course." He grabbed the maple one with a laugh that shook his ha

Nazi! Germany X Reader - Try

Nazi! Germany X Reader - Try

~ 4 Hours Earlier ~

I don't give a damn what you say or think Ludwig, that man is a disgrace to your country and to the people who live in it ,and all you can do is follow his every order.

ENOUGH,I do not vant to here anothzer vord about zhis ever again, Do I make myself clear (Y/N)?

You looked into those once blue eyes that you fell in love before the war began, that have now turned purple, ever since Ludwig's new boss came into his life he changed into a different person.

"But what the hell have those people even done to deserve this, how can you let that bastard." *SMACK*

You placed your hand on your now

Follow My Orders. Reader x Rivaille

Arms full of empty gas tanks, [Name] was in no particular hurry to get them filled; it was a slow day inside the wall and the Recon team had just come to replenish their dwindling stocks from a rousing few weeks of fighting Titans and, as always, making zero progress in furthering their understanding of their both their biological and pathological functions.

The [h/c]-haired cadet whistled to herself as she made her way to the pump station just inside when she waltzed passed an open door. She casually glances inside and continues on her way, though something catches her eye. Something tan and muscled. Someone's scarred, muscled back. That wa

Promstuck - Karkat x ReaderIt was prom night.

You could barely contain your excitement as you let the tiniest squeal escape your lips. After a long week of anticipation, it was finally here. The night you had been longing for.

You suddenly stopped mid-step. You realized it just then. How could you have forgotten something as important as this? It was, besides the dress, the most important thing on the list from prom.

A date.

How in the hell could you have forgotten to ask someone to the prom? Your heart sank as you knew all the good dates would have been taken. You suddenly considered not going. Slipping off your shoes, you walked back to the couch and slumped down

Second Friday: JohnxReaderSecond Friday: JohnxReader: Homestuck:

The glowing button buzzed under your fingertip, and a muffled chime sounded inside his apartment. A minute passed and worry bloomed as not a sound was heard. There was no scrambling of socked feet or a reassuring yell of, “Be right there!” You were positive it was the second Friday of the month when you and your boyfriend held a date movie night but you checked your phone calendar and messages any way. It was the second Friday and there were no messages. The worry started to squirm and grow. Maybe John had forgotten and gone out to eat?

You tried again. Perhaps he was asleep? But as anoth

School festivals. They could be great or terrible. How ever you looked at them. This year wasn’t going to be that bad right? You see I was really, really shy. My friend, Blue, was trying to get me out of my shell. She was determined since she said I had a bigger shell than a Crustle. She said that I needed to be more open to get guys to like me but I was just too shy for any guy to like me.

Today she and I were going to go threw the haunted house. Never a good idea first off. It was filled with Ghost types, zombies, skeletons, and all of that stuff in it. They also put in bug types because most of the girls were afraid of them. Mostly

Gay For Him (FrancexReader)((My first France RI! :D I’m so proud of myself! XD))

You walk quickly and quietly, avoiding being seen by anyone by hiding in the trees. Damn, can’t you guys sit still or something?

What were you doing?

Well…you were stalking, ahem, I meant following Matthew Williams and Francis Bonnefoy for Kiku. (yup he’s gonna be the mastermind for all of these, except his version of course XD)

Why, you ask? I think you already know dudes. (Arthur: Git! Stop breaking the fourth wall!)

They finally stopped walking and sat down on of the benches. Finally! They only had a moment of privacy though, since Toni, Al and Matthias app

America X Reader: Yourman“Hey _______! Guess what super hero I am!” Alfred called excitedly, running towards you while you played videogames.

“Hold on! Not now Alfred. This boss is more important than super heroes.” You responded, not looking away from the TV screen while you mashed buttons on your controller.

“Are you sure?” Alfred persisted, leaning on your couch.

“AW! You mutha truckin’ butt head!” You yelled at the TV. “ Yeah, I’m sure. Cause this bitch needs to die.” You added.

Alfred sighed and left the room. You didn’t even take a glance up from your game as he left. You were way

Little Flame. Reader x Eren Jaeger

She wished so badly to be just like him; so courageous, righteous, and brave. Truly, Eren Jaeger was unafraid to speak his mind, no matter how much people would despise him for it. He was blunt, obnoxious, and clueless; how else would he not know that [Name] was hopelessly in love with him? She stayed close by his side, watching from the wings as his bright light exorcised the dark demons hiding in the shadow - she would follow him anywhere.

He reached for her hand, pulled her up beside him, and his arm around her waist so she wouldn't fall. They could see over the wall, they could see far, far away - into the outside world, the world that t

James X Maid!Reader! - A rose's beauty

I had been working at the Diamond estate for a long time now, four months. I loved it here. The owners never did tell me their real names but they wanted me to call them, Nanny and Pop-Pop since that’s what their grandson called them. I even had my own room here.

It was pretty big, if I might say. I had a queen size bed, a bathroom, bookshelf and a desk. Pretty big for a maid’s room. They never did treat me like one. They treated me like I was their own granddaughter. They were very nice and we often had many conversations.

Today I did my normal cleaning but then the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and it was a man. He had pe

Ciel and Reader in Wonderland: Intro

**Note that this is a continuation of my first Ciel X Reader. I may create one shots in the future, or make more chapters of more Ciel X Readers. Hope you enjoy!
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"The usual everyday life, always the same room, Alice has grown bored over time. That is because...That is because those financial reports are wearisome without containing any murders, violence, or grievous partings."

"Did you just day something?" Ciel asked Sebastian. You were standing beside Ciel at his desk, looking over the boring paperwork he had to complete. Sebastian was poking the fir

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by ~poorlywritten, Jul 15, 2005, 11:46:54 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Teen

When leaning over the cool metal of a barrier, into dark trees and darker water, things seem dismal.
In looking down an expanse of disconnection, being stranded, everything seems hopeful.
People standing in their groups while I stood in isolation.
Cool air nipping at my naked heels, up my exposed legs. Shivering slightly in a well-fitting sweater and perfectly worn down skirt.
My face bright yet downtrodden by fatigue.
With warm ears and a cold nose.
Something I never cared to take note of before.
Sounds like being alone, over an ocean, walking out to sea or such.
And singing througn the darkness.
Wandering under street lamps and waiting for a savior that was coming through the night.
Broken vehicles and yawning companions.
But feeling like in one moment, the cold pavement could take anyone anywhere.
And that I needed to pay more attention to the things surrounding.
Everything so beautiful, a great pair of eyes in the sky.
For once wanting to feel the same.