JoyStick [America|Alfred F. Jones] by KohakuButterfly, literature
Literature
JoyStick [America|Alfred F. Jones]
Alfred watched, discomfort showing on his face, as you played an old computer game of your dad’s that he had given you. Alfred’s eyes kept glancing between you and the JoyStick in your hand. You tongue stuck out some as you concentrated. Not that you weren’t hot sitting in front of an ancient computer playing an old game, but why did it have to have a JoyStick? Alfred found this amply named.
I’ll let you play with my JoyStick, if you let me play with your USB Port, he ththough gazing at you - now half-lidded - as he blushed at the thought. Alfred bit his lip and stretched his fingers, suppressing a groan as he imagin
AmericaxReader- Sexy and I Know it by German-Idiota, literature
Literature
AmericaxReader- Sexy and I Know it
~Reader's P.O.V.~
My teacher was being 'generous', so she left the room, and said that we could
have free-time, while she was gone.
Of course everyone is talking, and carrying on, but... Alfred doesn't look to
pleased. No doubt girls were sitting there trying to cheer him up.
IDEA!~ I know exactly how to mak
You're it! [Cowboy!AmericaxReader] by littlecookiefan, literature
Literature
You're it! [Cowboy!AmericaxReader]
You're it!
Cowboy!AlfredxReader
Alfie, come on, catch me if you can! " You yelled, erupting in cheerful, yet challenging, laughter.
How you loved these afternoons when you could forget about taking care of the animals, behaving properly and being what your parents expected you to be. It wasn't always easy to be a young girl in times like this; when girls are expected to serve the males, and doing the house work. Especially since your family wasn't exactly rich and thus you had to do work that probably wasn't suitable for a girl at all but the other option was to marry while you were still a child, barely eight. That
AmericaXReader: Dead Sexy in a Miniskirt by OctoberNyte, literature
Literature
AmericaXReader: Dead Sexy in a Miniskirt
Your locker slammed shut as you walked to the cafeteria to eat "food". Quotation marks because to call that stuff real food would be scandalous. And we'd hate to cause scandal.
Adjusting the scarf around your neck and pulling the black miniskirt down a bit more onto the underlying leggings, you joined the line stretching from the food-obtaining station to the door. You sighed. This was going to take a bit.
In order to occupy yourself, you looked over the guy standing in front of you. You had seen him around the hallways, but never gotten a good look at him. He was fairly well built, with golden blond hair and an odd cowlick that seemed to n