RPing anyone?I'm rping Cyrus and Schwarz a lot, and my poor pigeon prince Gabriel is being neglected.More Like This
Doesn't anyone want to rp with this bae!? He's super cute when you get to know him!!!!!
Hospital TicklesMore Like This
Broken bones. They hurt like hell for the first couple of days, but then the doctors give you medicine that stops most of the pain. Sprains, however, were very different. When you sprained something, it hurt for the rest of your natural born life! And whenever you sprained and broke things, well, that pain was probably the most unbearable thing ever!
Abby James had gotten used to the pain though. She had been in the hospital for almost an entire month now, mending and trying her best to forget about the horrible accident that she had been in. It was a truly awful experience that she knew would stay with her for the rest of her life. The doctors kept tell her that she was very lucky to have come out of the accident with the injuries that she had. According to them, a few broken bones and a sprained wrist and a fractured ankle were minor injuries compared to what could have happened to her. Abby got tired of hearing that, so she stopped listen
Sick!England x Reader - Bath TalkMore Like This
You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside.
There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing.
Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hamburger on his head as a way of curing him.
It was funny, yes, but Arthur had informed you that he’d rather not have ‘that greasy morsel’ – you were quoting his words – on his forehead.
“Arthur?” you called out softly, quietly climbing the stairs so you wouldn’t disturb the ill Englishman.
Third Born|KyoyaxReaderMore Like This
"(y/n)~!!" Groaning, you hurried down the red carpeted steps of your family's newest estate. "You look gorgeous, young mistress." one of the maids greeted you.
"Thank you, Ayumi." you murmured, hoping she heard. To be honest, you weren't happy with what your parents insisted you wore to the dinner party. It was a dark red dress, cinched and the waist, and down to your knees.
You struggled to run in your black flats, the heels of it clicking on the marble floor of the mansion. "Hurry up, (y/n)!" your older sister, Reika, hollered from the limo.
"I'm trying!" you shot back, your curled (h/c) hair fluttering behind you as you stepped into the limo. You sat in the back row with your two older sisters, Reika and Violet.
They glared at you through layers of make up. You simple smiled mockingly at them with your foundation-free face. "Please try to hurry it up next time, (y/n)." your father said monotonously from the front seat.
You slumped in your seat,
OHSHC x Tsundere!Tomboy!Reader - KyouyaMore Like This
Ouran High school host club x Tsundere! Tomboy! Reader: Kyouya Ootori: The cool type
'Oh dearest _____! We welcome you to the world of beauty and elegance! All of this men live to entertain you, so please tell us _____! Which type do you like the best?’
You placed your hand under your chin, as if to be deep in thought. You smiled and opened your mouth.
‘Well I obviously like cool guys,’ You said with a cocky grin, you pointed at the extremely handsome dark-haired guy, he had sharp glasses which only made you like him more. ‘Like him.’ The blonde gasped and placed a hand on his forehead.
‘How can such a beautiful maiden, choose Kyouya over me?’ He murmured, Haruhi shrugged. The boy – apparently name Kyouya – turned around at the sound of his name. He pushed his glasses back on his nose bridge, making you blush. He was really attractive. Kyouya walked over to you and held out his hand, smiling coldly.
‘I believe we haven&
Entertainment - Kyoya x Reader [[Oneshot]]You are (Male Name) (Last Name). You are a girl - but why do you have a male name? Ah... I'll get to that later.More Like This
It was an average day...
Walk to school beside Haruhi Fujioka, complain about everything, go to class, and wait for lunch time to hit. As soon as the clock stuck 12, you walked to the 3# Music Room - the home of the host club.
Ahah~ But you were not a guest... You were more of a... host.
Yes, you were in the same situation as Haruhi basically - except the fact that you actually owed the Host Club nothing. And the fact that dressing like a boy was just natural to you. Your parents had wanted a male child, and when they gave birth to a girl - well... they just decided to 'tweak' things a bit. So now, you are basically a cross-dresser.
Slamming open the doors, you strode into the music room as Haruhi trailed behind you.
"Look who's here," Kaoru and Hikaru spoke in sync, seeming to circle your form. You paid them no attention and simply strode past, standing in front
OHSHC: Kyoya x ReaderYou sat quietly, listening to the sound of high-pitched giggles and talking of the other girls in the room. The tea set in front of you was becoming cool but that didn't bother you. What did bother you was the constant 'I didn't know he took clients' or 'I wonder why he's sitting with her, she's not pretty'.More Like This
"Miss _(f/n)_, is something wrong?" Kyoya asked, peering over his notebook at you.
"Oh yes, I am perfectly fine," you quickly responded while giving a same smile. He rose an eyebrow in a 'I know you are not fine' matter, but dropped the subject getting back to his writing. You stifled a sigh and took a small drink of the now cold _(fav. flavor)_ tea, brushing a lock of _(h/c)_ hair from your face.
~~Timeskip of Time~~
The rest of the time had been spent in silence between the two of you. As the period ended, the other clients slowly walked out and left Kyoya and you alone.
"_(f/n)_," he started, no longer needing to use any formality.
"Yes?" you s
Booty Shorts Canada x Chunky ReaderReaders POVMore Like This
You were wearing a camisole that was white with a red maple leaf on it. The booty shorts were white with red rimming the sides. You grimaced at what you were wearing. You thought the outfit was cute but you thought it didn’t look good on you. It reminded you of your boyfriend’s flag. Then you heard a soft knock on the door. You quickly dove under the covers and muttered a quiet ‘come in’. You saw your boyfriend also known as Matthew Williams walk in.
“(Name) it is time for dinner.”
“Matt I am not hungry you can eat dinner without me.” You saw him frown and walk over to you.
“Are you feeling ok (Name)?”
“Yeah Matthew I am just not hungry.”
“But (Name) you need to eat I don’t want you to get sick.”
“I will be fine.” He sighed and walked out of the room. Each step he took was like a knife in your heart. You hated lying to Matt a
Booty Shorts: Spain x Chunky ReaderReaders POVMore Like This
Well you were wearing a white camisole with a tomato print on it and green booty shorts.
You quickly dove under the covers. “Come in.” You were laying on your side so he could not see you.
“(Name) it’s time for dinner.”
“Sorry Toni not hungry.”
“Mi tomate are you ok?” He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Then he just had to make it worse by running his hand up and down your sides. You shivered by his touch.
“Yes I’m fine.”
“Then why do you not want to eat (Name)?”
“Like I said not hungry.”
“Alright well I will be downstairs if you need me.”
You were frowning because you felt bad about lying. You got out of bed and went to the body-sized mirror. You looked into the mirror disgusted and ashamed. You wouldn’t wear that in front of him. You knew if you did that he would leave you instantly