|Right now I live in Britain, I'm a fan of many things, including Gorillaz, and am currently working with on a virtual band called TeePee|
Jeff the KillerxReader - Like MePlease note that while I try to keep my reader inserts gender- and age-neutral, in this one Reader-san is in high school and female. Strong language is involvedJeff the KillerxReader - Like Me by ChipmunksRule
- Prince Orie
You had never found it easy to fit in at school. You were into scary stories, crime documentaries and horror movies, while everyone else was into shitty pop music, the latest fashion and getting in each others' pants.
The others all made fun of you because you hated pop music, liked to wear plain and comfortable clothes, and weren't interested in boys. You had the plainest hairstyle going and despised wearing makeup. You wore a band shirt, jeans and a jacket to school today... needless to say, it did not go over well with the school megabitches.
Shouldn't there be a law allowing only one Queen Bitch per school or something?
"Eww," one Bitch sniffed, eyeing your shirt. "You like them? They're the worst band ever."
Dumb words from a dumb girl. You knew for a fact that she'd n
Monsters and Moonlight
One night in the last month of his last (mandatory) year at Euroble Boarding Academy, PJ was woken up when something light but uncomfortably solid landed on him. George, who reflected a fox more and more as he'd gotten to know her, had expertly sneaked in to the boys' dorm, literally dropped in on him from the window above his bed, and clapped a hand over his mouth just in case he screamed.
George had really grown up since they were twelve. She had boobs and everything. She kept her hair long now, so she could tie it back and keep it out of the way when it grew. She had gold-rimed glasses and was still going to the head doctor, because apparently the school thought something was wrong with you if you purchased entirely boys' clothes and then chucked out everything else but your sports bra (and, she claimed, she'd only bought that to keep her boobs out of the way).
Right now, here she was, in her sweatpants and t-shirt, staring expectantly down at PJ with those bright, green eyes
Vyvyan rolled his eyes. He had no idea how Taylor Potter was still calling that big girl 'Wick' instead of 'Rick', because everyone else could pronounce his name right. Well... apart from the big girl himself. Still, at least she kept the big girl himself out of the way, for the most part.
There was a loud sound like somebody jumping on a cushion and a girly cry of pain as Tay probably tackled Rick, or jumped on him or something. It made Vyvyan jump, and his hand slipped, cutting a huge gash where he wasn't supposed to. He growled and swept the frog into the bin. Honestly, that was the fifth one today! The ONE time he was actually doing the work he'd been given for class, and he kept getting distracted and screwing it up.
Growling again as he heard a giggle, Vyvyan got up and slammed his bedroom door open, marching downstairs to go give the prick and his girlfriend a piece of his damn mind.
Halfway downstairs he was greeted with another scream, lower in pitch this time, an