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Yep, the title says it all. This a book that will be filled with nothing but reader one-shots and anything I feel like putting in here Yu-G...
The lime in this story is very small and is mostly fluff mixed with a slice of life.
Enjoy! P.s. super light editing, please forgive me. ^^;
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Yami never saw himself as the jealous type. He knew had a lot to offer in a relationship since he saw himself as loyal, honest and a romantic. He understood that others found him to be attractive and he did feel confident being in his own skin. More importantly, he had a girlfriend that loved him and wouldn't dream changing anything about him.
So, there was never a need to be jealous because there was never any competition.
Until now...
You think you are so cute! Don't you, you little bastard!
Yami glared at the odd little raccoon dog like creature that was nuzzling at Y/N's neck. The odd creature was about the size of a small cat and bore an eerily resemblance to Yami. It had his wild tri-color hair, his angular red eyes (only this thing's eyes were bigger in size) and even wore clothes that were like the school uniform he used to wear.
The three major things that made this little girlfriend stealing imposter different was his brown furry ears on his head, bushy brown tail, and the eye of Horus on his forehead. Just what in the world was this thing! And why did it have to have all of Y/N attention!
Y/N was sitting on the couch with her back to Yami giggling as the 'little bastard' rubbed his little round cheek next hers. Yami continued to glare at the thing from the kitchen island while stirring his hot tea. Tonight was his dating night with Y/n, and he ended up having to share it with some abomination that had his face.
"Oh! You are such a little cutie!" Y/n cooed as she stroke its back.
The little raccoon dog didn't make much noise or talked, but the glee in his face was undeniable. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled Y/n with his bushy brown tail swishing in the air. He then paused for a moment to look at Yami, who continued to glared at him. The little bastard then stuck out his pink tongue at Yami.
Yami made a low growl and the raccoon dog made a small squeaking sound (one of few noises it did made), covered his face with his hands and began to shiver.
"What wrong Little Yami? Did something scared you? "
Ah yes, just to add insult to injury, Y/N named him Little Yami. Big Yami, bent the spoon in his hand as he angrily thought, if it weren't for me, you would still be stuck in that machine!
Exactly one week ago, Yami had taken Y/n to a summer fair outside the city. As they were walking through the gaming area, Y/N spotted a claw machine game filled with Kuriboh and Marshmallon plushies and one plushie that looked out of place. When she got closer to get a better look, she was horrified to find that the plushie was softly crying while hugging its tail.
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