Anxreader Stories

English Rose- The Jam X Reader 🎯 Ok, before I go on, please don't go attacking them,because they have families. I knew that they do. This is back then. Before all that. This is not a hate thing!! Y/N L/N. Born [Birth day] 1959. Born in Sheerwater, Woking Borough in Surrey, England at Stanley Road. Just from the outskirts of London, one of Britain's biggest cities. 4 years younger after your two eldest friends and one year younger after the youngest. You knew each other since you were children, you were the young mods with the young idea. The eldest Bruce, born September 1st 1955, was smart, timid and an all round mullet. The second eldest, Rick, born December 6th 1955. He was also smart, but full of personality and knowledge. Paul, born May 25th 1958, the Steve Marriott looking fella, full of hope hoping one day to start a band of his own. And you, the little miss, know what they wanted. That wish came true in the years that followed after you left high school. 1977. Polydor. The big sign up. That year you moved in with your former classmates and now band mates, Paul, Rick and Bruce got their wish. And you got yours. Staying with them. Prepare for the 3 teenage boys who may be fighting over you, getting jealous as they decide what is best for you. Maybe having a few prequel chapters of you being in school with them as they met in high school. Including maybe multiple chapters with different points of views of each of the boys, talking to you or about something in a conversation. I swear the boys will get jealous and a little pissed from time to time. As Paul had a strong anger then. I don't know about Bruce and Rick to be 100% honest, those two always seem so happy. -This was made out of boredom, my love for three teenage boys who aren't that age anymore. They're all old now. I don't know why they had to age 😭. I love The Jam. Saying that, I love Paul Weller, Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler in general. ENJOY--

The shrill sound of the alarm clock was no match for the booming voice that followed. "Y/N! Get up, you're going to be late!" Her mum's voice echoed through the house, cutting through the morning silence like a knife. Y/N groaned and pulled the covers over her head, trying to block out the noise. But her mum was relentless. "I mean it, young lady! You can't afford to miss another class!" Footsteps pounded up the stairs, and within seconds, her bedroom door flew open. Her mum stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, her face a mix of frustration and concern. "Do you want to fail out of college? Because that's where you're headed if you don't get up right now!" Y/N peeked out from under the covers, her eyes barely open. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, but her mum was having none of it. "No more minutes! Get up, get dressed, and get moving!" Her mum's voice softened slightly, but the urgency remained. "I know it's tough, but you have to push through. Now, up!" With a resigned sigh, Y/N threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her mum gave a satisfied nod before turning to leave. "Breakfast is on the table. Don't dawdle." As the door closed behind her, Y/N rubbed her eyes and stretched, the remnants of sleep slowly fading away. Another day, another battle with the alarm clock-and her mum.

*DISCONTINUED* I wrote this when I was quite young and it's cringe inducing as most of the undertale fandom has grown up, so have I and others like me soooo read at your own discretion I guess You are (Y/N), The Golden SOUL of sacrifice. A girl with a secret ability you try to keep hidden buuuut to no avail as I image it would be quite hard to hide havin wolf ears and tail naturally attached to you! >3<

Honestly, PJSK is my comfort game so I just thought I'd make this It's kinda cringe and goofy but I love my headcannons anyways So I hope you enjoy your stay here