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"Hey, ______." your sister Jasmine called.
"Yeah?" you replied, playing with your iPod and only half playing attention.
"Do you have these balls on the bottom of your feet?"
At the word "balls", your sister momentarily gained your full attention.
"What?!" you asked incredulously.
"These balls, on the bottom of your feet." she said, lifting her foot up to show you.
"I don't wanna look at your balls!" you yelled.
Jasmine sighed."Why do you always have to make stuff so dirty?! You're just like Francis!"
You blushed at the mention of the Frenchman. "It's Françis," you corrected. "And no I'm not!"
"Girl, yes you are! You're always acting like such a chester molester; hitting on me and stuff! You two would be a perfect couple!"
Okay, you did do that. But that was just to make your sister uncomfortable! You weren't really freaky like that or anything. Besides, girls your age talk crazy like that all the time! Big deal.
"You know it's true." Your other sister, Lexxie, chimed in.
"I-is not!" was your eloquent rebuttal. Your sisters always teased you like this when you had a crush. It really annoyed you.
"Ewwww, I bet he has AIDS from all the girls he's slept with." Jasmine said.
"No he doesn't!"
"See? Why are you defending him?" Lexxie pointed out. "And how would you know?"
"I... I guess I don't. But AIDS is no laughing matter!"
"Awww listen to her, defending her boyfriend!" Jasmine cooed.
"SHUT UP! He's not my boyfriend!"
"But you want him to be!"
"I do not!!!"
"Oh, my beautiful little flower, you are breaking my 'art!" A dramatic French accented voice said from seemingly nowhere (it was later revealed he was just outside your house, watching and listening like a creeper).
Shit. You were busted now.
"F-Françis, not now..." you pleaded, letting him in the house.
"Yes, now! You promised me you would tell them we're dating, and you still 'aven't yet! Are you ashamed of me?"
"Right now, very!!"
Both your sisters were now rolling on the floor, laughing their asses off.
"I knew it!" Lexxie said between her laughs.
"Alright, fine! We're dating! Happy now?"
They were, but it took a few minutes of laughing for them to calm down enough to tell you.
"Hey, Francis..." Lexxie asked.
"Ouis?"
"Does my sister know for certain you don't have AIDS?"
You fainted on the spot, never to find out his answer.
"Yeah?" you replied, playing with your iPod and only half playing attention.
"Do you have these balls on the bottom of your feet?"
At the word "balls", your sister momentarily gained your full attention.
"What?!" you asked incredulously.
"These balls, on the bottom of your feet." she said, lifting her foot up to show you.
"I don't wanna look at your balls!" you yelled.
Jasmine sighed."Why do you always have to make stuff so dirty?! You're just like Francis!"
You blushed at the mention of the Frenchman. "It's Françis," you corrected. "And no I'm not!"
"Girl, yes you are! You're always acting like such a chester molester; hitting on me and stuff! You two would be a perfect couple!"
Okay, you did do that. But that was just to make your sister uncomfortable! You weren't really freaky like that or anything. Besides, girls your age talk crazy like that all the time! Big deal.
"You know it's true." Your other sister, Lexxie, chimed in.
"I-is not!" was your eloquent rebuttal. Your sisters always teased you like this when you had a crush. It really annoyed you.
"Ewwww, I bet he has AIDS from all the girls he's slept with." Jasmine said.
"No he doesn't!"
"See? Why are you defending him?" Lexxie pointed out. "And how would you know?"
"I... I guess I don't. But AIDS is no laughing matter!"
"Awww listen to her, defending her boyfriend!" Jasmine cooed.
"SHUT UP! He's not my boyfriend!"
"But you want him to be!"
"I do not!!!"
"Oh, my beautiful little flower, you are breaking my 'art!" A dramatic French accented voice said from seemingly nowhere (it was later revealed he was just outside your house, watching and listening like a creeper).
Shit. You were busted now.
"F-Françis, not now..." you pleaded, letting him in the house.
"Yes, now! You promised me you would tell them we're dating, and you still 'aven't yet! Are you ashamed of me?"
"Right now, very!!"
Both your sisters were now rolling on the floor, laughing their asses off.
"I knew it!" Lexxie said between her laughs.
"Alright, fine! We're dating! Happy now?"
They were, but it took a few minutes of laughing for them to calm down enough to tell you.
"Hey, Francis..." Lexxie asked.
"Ouis?"
"Does my sister know for certain you don't have AIDS?"
You fainted on the spot, never to find out his answer.
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France x Reader (Fanservice)
You shift in the covers, snuggling your face close to Francis Bonnefoy's chest. His eyelashes flutter open, the long, curly blonde lashes framing his perfectly blue eyes. His lips brush the top of your head as he shifts around, the stubble of his chin brushing against your soft skin.
"Bonjour, belle," he whispers to me, his French accent thick. His voice is like a sweet tune of velvet to your ears, and you murmur out a good morning as you bring your body closer to the warmth of his. He chuckles softly, whispering, "Je t'aime, (name). Vous êtes la plus belle fille du monde."
You sit up with a yawn, loving the feeling you get around him,
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Hairy Balls .:F.A.C.E x Reader:.
"Hey, Arthur, let's play hairy balls!" You watched as Arthur twitched a little. He set his cup of tea down and coughed awkwardly. Before he could say anything, Alfred and Matthew started laughing.
"Dude, it's a game on the iPad." Alfred pointed to the table where the said electronic was. Matthew nodded his head, grabbed the iPad and handed it to Arthur. "It's actually pretty easy, but somewhat challenging at the same time."
You three soon explained to him what you had to do. Connecting the little creatures to the same coloured ball-thing was pretty basic.
"Okay, I guess...I'll try." You smiled and sat down by Arthur. "Just drag your finger
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Approval. - France x Reader.
France.
The country of love, beaut and strikes.
Not to mention flirting and romantic red roses nonetheless.
"Mademoiselle, are you lost?"
You twirled around in your red dress as the wind settled. The blonde haired man winked and only blew a kiss.
He was most definitely French and nothing else.
"Y-Y-O-Oui."
"Ah, mademoiselle. You speak French?"
"N-No..." You felt ashamed.
"Then I must take you on a tour of my beautiful country, oui?"
Wait. This is a sudden sequence of matter. Let's back up.
Arrived in France yesterday.
You nodded to confirm that event in mind.&
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I'm entering this into EllenNyan's funniest Hetalia Reader insert contest!
Idk... Just something I made because I'm extremely pervy at times -.- sorry if it sucks.
Idk... Just something I made because I'm extremely pervy at times -.- sorry if it sucks.
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when your sister's name is jasmine
and you just sitting here smirking
and you just sitting here smirking