Tomodachi Life QR Codes So FarOURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB: http://grace-is-a-duck.tumblr.com/post/90229832367/ouran-high-school-host-club-tomodachi-life-miisMore Like This
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What the Fox Hat?- John Watson x ReaderMore Like This
“So what did you tell him?”
The short blond man across the table took another sip from his drink before placing it back down on the table roughly, causing a little to spill over the edges. You moved your hands from the effected area, leaning backwards and instead resting them on the back of the chair. “Just that I was meeting up with an old friend from the military.”
You chuckled. “Is that all I am then; a friend?”
John’s face became confused for a moment, his eyebrows creasing, and he looked directly into your gaze with what you knew to be his ‘you’ve-confused-me-and-I-don’t-like-it’ eyes. Blinking a few times, the look faded, but didn’t vanish. “[Name], I though we agreed that was over…”
“That was a fucking joke, John,” you interrupted, before downing the rest of your drink, trying to ignore the uncomfortable burning sensation as you swallowed it. You placed the empty glass back on
America x Reader: The Hero Always Gets the GirlMore Like This
Jealous!Dark!America x Shy!Reader: The Hero Always Gets the Girl
It was a peaceful late morning in your house. The air was still, the only noise was your humming which seeped into every room of your home, breathing life into the calm atmosphere. You were baking pancakes on one saucepan and cooking bacon on another; multi-tasking your breakfast was always an enjoyable challenge. You continued humming a joyful tune, bouncing excitedly on your tiled floor as you flipped your first batch of pancakes. Sparing glances at each pan, you turned to collect some plates and cutlery.
Today, you had an extra set.
This was because America was coming over to hang out at your place, probably in an attempt to spend more quality time with you as well as stomach as much of your food as he possibly can. It had been quite a long time since you spent a day with Alfred, you really missed that up-beat attitude of his and you were looking forward to the obnoxious hero to bound into your life, to save you from t
AmericaxReader: TricksterSummary:More Like This
"Give me twenty-four hours."
You smiled bitterly. You asked for a day's time for a reason.
"Will you marry me, (Name)?"
Alfred F. Jones kneeled in front of you, his glasses fogged up in anxiety, and you thought how lovely it would have been if you could accept it. If you could see him every morning, and never worry about having to be away. You never told Alfred. You only told Matthew, the poor brother with the inferiority complex and trauma which left him horribly shy. They had detected it too late, and while they told you to say your final goodbyes, you didn't want to, because you refused to believe that you would never see them again. It was with a week of sobbing on the couch, and a total of five hundred and thirty six calls and texts from Alfred, that you were finally able to get up again.
You wanted to accept, because you h