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Kyoya 7 Minutes In HeavenKyoya
7 Minutes In Heaven
"You got Kyoya!"
"I told you that I saw no need for this foolish game." Kyoya said calmly. Tamaki paid no attention to this, and pushed the both of you into the smallest closet he could find.
"Have fun~!" He said, with large smile on his face, before locking the doors, and running for the hills. You were nervous. You had always liked Kyoya a little bit more than a friend- hell, you loved him. So this was awkward. Especially because somehow, Tamaki had found a tiny closet. You were pressed awkwardly against Kyoya's chest. He seemed at ease at least.
"_______..." He said quietly, and you could feel him staring at the top of your head.
"Kyoya?" You asked him, politely. He gave a small chuckle, before speaking again.
"I think I am in love with you." He said, and you looked up at him.
"I love you too. Have since we were young." He was blushing slightly, not something you normally see him do. He wrapped his hands slightly around your waist, which shocked you- litera
Death the Kid x ReaderKid x Reader
You settled into bed, unaware of the danger lurking nearby. You were just about to turn off the lights when Kid jumped through the door, looking positively disgusted.
"They're all asymmetrical." He gasped, diving into your arms. You jumped.
"Kid. Who?" You asked, and he looked up at you, then a spot on your neck. You looked down- or tried to.
"All of them-- and now even you!" He shouted, and you sighed.
"What's wrong?" You asked, and he pointed to a red spot on your neck.
"Oh, yeah. I burned myself with my hair straightener." You said, laughing softly. He grimaced.
"It throws off your symmetry, I think I can fix it though." He said, and you immediately backed away.
"I'm not letting you burn me with my straightener again." You said, and Kid sighed.
"Well, there's three ways. The first two are painful, the third isn't." He said, and you sighed.
"Just- the third. The third one that apparently isn't painful." You said, expecting him to dive for your makeup kit. In
Death the Kid x Reader Asymmetrical Part 2Death the Kid x Reader
Asymmetrical Part 2
(A/N: GUYS IT'S HERE )
You woke up to Kid clinging onto you tightly. You groaned, and opened your eyes to meet the smug red ones that were Soul's.
"Wow, _______. Quite the bruise you got there."
"Piss off Evans." You said, pushing away the weapon and turning onto your side, to see that Kid was awake and smiling at you sheepishly. You glared at him, rubbing your neck.
"All right, seriously Soul. You and the others should go." You said, sitting up.
"Haha, nope. While you two were busy getting it on last night-" "WE WERE NOT!" "- me and Maka were scheming, and we decided that today we were all going to play laser tag."
It was boys against girls, blah blah blah, but you really weren't concerned about any of that. What was really concerning you was Kid. While everything was perfectly symmetrical, which you really weren't concerned about, Kid was an amazing shot.
The game was simple- three strikes, you're out, and stay in the playing area.
Death the Kid x Reader: Gay? I think not!Dedicated to Amanda~Panda~Pants~ YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE GURL!
She told me to upload it. I apologize in advance for Kid's OOC-ness~
Kid x Reader
Gay? I think not!
"I can't get my damn brows right!" You cursed, before leaning back on your feet.
Then it struck you.
The answer to all your problems- Kid.
So the next day, you wore your most symmetrical outfit. The only thing off about you was your eyebrows. Ok, so maybe you were in love with the guy, you'd known him since you were both young, but still. He could always help with this problem. So off you went to school.
"Kid!" You yelled, catching up to him in the halls.
"Yes, _____?" He asked, and you smiled sweetly.
"I'm having a small problem- my eyebrows. Could you do them for me?" You asked, and he grinned.
"Yes, of course." He said, giving you a once over, "Honestly, you do so well with symmetry, I don't know why you can't get your eyebrows right." You blushed at the indirect compliment.
Hey, you'd take what you could get.
I Hope You Die! BTT x ReaderI Hope You Die!
So maybe you were dared to sing this song. MAAAAAYBE- ok, you were. Your three best friends dated you to sing 'I Hope You Die' by the Bloodhound Gang...
And dedicate it to the country of your choice. Oh, you had a nice little plan...
"...You must die I alone am best!
I hope ya flip some guy the bird,
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve,"
You got cheers from the audience, you were grinning. You decided to have some fun, dancing across the stage.
"In front of England's tour bus,
A Bookmobile and America's truck,
Hauling hazardous biological waste,
The light turns red you have no brakes,"
More cheers and laughter, making you laugh yourself,
"And Japan gets it all on tape,
So you can see the look on your face,"
More laughter. You thought you could hear a 'Fusosososo' from the back.
"...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,
...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,"
People joined in with your chanting, making you smile.
"I hope your Pinto begins to spin,
(2p!Canada x Reader) Again?! Part Two!(2p!Canada x Reader) Again?! Part 2
You woke up in a room that you recognized to be Matt's room, after a few moments of disoriented blinking and cussing. He was staring down at you exasperatedly.
"I fucking told you to bring your fucking pistols with you everywhere." You chuckled weakly.
"People usually don't bother me on the weekends." He rolled his eyes.
"I fixed your nose as best as I could. Who the fuck would do this?"
"Some slut's boyfriend and his merry band of..." You groaned, feeling the bump on your head. "...Assholes."
"Bob again?" Your friend asked.
"Thanks Mattie." You said after a few moments of silence.
"No problem. You almost had me worried there." He replied, joining you on the bed and leaning back into the fluffy mass of pillows.
"Hope my nose isn't too fucked up." You said, running a finger lightly over the area, flinching at the feeling.
"Don't fucking touch it!" Mattie snapped, and you shrugged.
"Sorry. So how bad was I?"
Prolouge Host Club x Haruhi!ReaderHost Club x Haruhi! Reader
(First Host Club fic. I actually got this idea a while ago, I may just turn it into a series. In the story, you are Haruhi. I felt that since the idea of a girl in the Host Club was already taken, and I haven't yet delved into the depths of male reader inserts, that this was the easiest for me to write. So, Haruhi-Chan, enjoy! And let me know what you think.
Comments are worshipped.)
You walked, back slumped, to music room #3- or the Host club.
"HARUHI-CHAAAAAAAAN!" You heard Honey yell, and you turned to see him running full speed toward you. He crashed into you, and you both tumbled to the ground. Mori was right behind him, and smiled a bit at his friends' crazy antics.
"Honey-Senpai..." You grumble as the boy rolled off of you, and stood. He offered you a hand up.
"We're having a party today, with lots of sweets, and cake, and more sweets, and lots of cute things!"
Jealousy (2p!Canada x Reader)The hands wrapped tightly around your arms slowly relaxed, before a fist flew into the wall beside your head. You squeaked. This was unexpected. Mattie had never acted out this way before.
You had gone out clubbing with some friends and you had met a cute guy. You two had started dancing and then all of a sudden you were outside the club with an angry Canadian pinning you to the wall.
"Matt, what the fuck?" You asked, and the man removed his sunglasses, sighing and stepping away. He whirled around suddenly and pressed his cheek against yours, inhaling deeply.
"D-did you just smell me? Mattie are you ok?" You asked. He didn't respond, simply standing there with his cheek against yours. Once he moved he moved slowly, dragging his chapped lips against your cheek and down to your lips, murmuring.
"I love you."
New Skirt (2p!Japan x Reader)New Skirt
2p!Japan x Reader
You had nice legs. Everyone thought so, when they saw them. Everyone being your tattoo artist, your best friend, and your boyfriend, who was coincidentally also your tattoo artist. He told you that you should show them off, but you were insecure about your extremely curvy body. Until one day when you saw the just the cutest skirt, and you weren't about to wear a sweatshirt with a short skirt, so you bought a new shirt to go along with it. Your legs had several tattoos, along with your arms and abdomen. Of course no one was going to see your abdomen. The next morning you sighed, gathering your courage. Kuro would be there and if anyone made fun of you they would end up with a black eye and a bloody nose.
You stepped out of your house and into your car quickly, making sure that no one saw you.
Off to the tattoo parlor for another day of work.
Kuro was definitely happy. He took every opportunity he could to ogle your legs. You would catch him stari
Kaoru x Reader: Complete my Heart prologueMy name is Kaoru.
Not Hikaru. Kaoru.
Not that you care anyway, since everyone comes here to see the two of us together. How many times have we played the Which One is Hikaru Game? And how many times have you pointed at me? And how many times have I pretended to be my twin brother so you wouldn’t feel bad about getting it wrong?
I’ve stopped counting. It’s almost like Hikaru and I really are the same person. Which makes this Kaoru you refer to half of the Hitachiin heart.
I’m not sad. I have my brother, that is important. And Haruhi, who can always tell which one is Kaoru. And which one is Hikaru. And that makes me happy. But it makes Hikaru even happier.
Am I jealous? That Hikaru, the one who is so afraid of getting hurt, so afraid of being let go, has found someone he could hold on to other than me?
But I’m still happy.
Just not as happy as Hikaru.
I’m only half a person, so I only have half a heart. I only have half a heart, so I can only give
Kaoru x Reader: Complete my Heart Chp 1Kaoru’s POV
I sat, bored, next to Hikaru and Haruhi. Half-listening to their conversation, I let my eyes wander. Most of the girls, nearly all of them customers of the Host Club, were whispering excitedly, occasionally looking in our direction.
Homeroom is so boring… I thought to myself, bored quickly of them and continuing my gaze to other areas of the room.
In the far corner of the room, one of the few girls that did not pay regular visits to the
Host Club sat, folding a piece of paper. I blushed a little; she had been in the same class as Hikaru and I since our first year of middle school, and she was always different from all the other girls. She entertained herself, and she was a bit of a loner, but she was intersting. I never spoke with her, however, because Hikaru and I are almost always surrounded by customers from the Host Club.
She held up the piece of paper, which she had folded into an origami ninja star, and examined it. Then, with quick accuracy,
Kyoya x Reader (that's you guys) Chp. 1Kyoya looked at his watch again, tapping his foot impatiently. He had been standing outside of music room 3 for at least twenty minutes waiting for the sweets he had ordered to arrive. Sighing, he made a note in his black book to phone the manager of the Sweet Treats company to register a complaint; the delivery woman was supposed to arrive an hour ago.
I am going to get a discount for this tardiness, Kyoya thought to himself, pushing his glasses up, or my name's not Kyoya. Pushing his jet black hair out of his face, he leaned against the wall and stared down the hallway impatiently.
Tamaki popped his head out from inside of the music room. He looked at Kyoya for a moment, his blue eyes framed by his golden hair, then slipped into the hallway, a grin adorning his face.
"What's wrong Kyoya? You look like someone stepped on your goldfish!" Tamaki propped himself up against the wall with his elbow, his smile widening.
Kyoya glanced at him sideways, still leaning against the
Kaoru X Reader- MineYou groaned as you placed your head on your desk.
"Something wrong (First Name)?" you heard Haruhi ask you as she stood beside your desk. You were the only person other than the host club that knew Haruhi's 'secret'.
"Why do we have to do a foreign language class?" you asked as you slightly lifted your head so your (e/c) eyes were staring into Haruhi's chocolate brown ones.
"Because we have to" a familiar voice said behind you.
"Hey Kaoru" you murmured without looking back. You mentally cursed yourself when you realized you forgot to act like you couldn't tell the twins apart.
"How'd you know I was Kaoru?" he asked as he sat down at the empty desk beside yours. You cursed at yourself mentally again. You had to think of a reason other than the fact that you have a massive crush on him.
"Lucky guess?" you questioned yourself as you looked at Kaoru out of the corner of your eye.
"You going to swing by the club?" Haruhi asked to change the subject. She knew all about your crush on Kaoru,
~One Hell of a Week! Hosts x Reader Part 2~Beach Chaos - Host X Reader
By: Siryn Tigress
You had one hell of a week last week. Now you are with the hosts at the Otori beach house for the week alone Oh dear
You glared at the tinted windows of the limo as it pulled up in front of your home. You were not mad at the club, but pissed off at your parents for kicking you out for the week to hang out with your friends. Some friends. Day one you sat in Mori-Sempai's lap, cuddling Usa-Chan, blushing like mad while the stoic man held you close. Day two you were just having fun before the club started when you were caught and nearly seduced by Kyoya-Sempai. Day three you acted on your crush on Tamaki-sempai and he passed out on you like the twins said he would damn them Day four you were happily eating cake when Honey-Sempai thoroughly kisses you then acts like it didn't happen! What the hell was that? Day five Hikaru and Kaoru try to
OHSHC - Twins x Reader[Twins~] - Half and HalfYou raced through the school doors.
'dammit, i'm going to be late!!!'
almost tripped running up all three flights and stopped to catch your
breath on the third landing. You glanced up at the sign.
'Thank goodness, music room three!'
With a sigh of relief, you pulled open the door. You didn't expect to see flower petals dancing around you when you did though.
to the Ouran High School Host Club!" a chorus of boys said melodiously.
You stared up at the boy who stood in front of you. Your (e/c) eyes
caught his shining blue ones. "Welcome, my princess!" He said sweetly,
pushing a golden bang out of his face and holding his hand out to you.
"Tamaki-kun!" You cried, following him in his over-dramatic act. "I'm in
the wrong room again!!"
That's when he burst into laughter. He
almost fell to the floor! You giggled, his laughter was contagious.. but
you didn't feel that way because you liked him, he was like the older
brother you never had! ((Friendzoned!!))
Then you r
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'.
"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
Hikaru X Reader X Kaoru- My HeroesYou hurried down the corridor so you could avoid them. They were the two amazingly hot twins Hikaru and Kaoru but they bugged you so much. You were harassed by the other girls because the twins always gave you the most attention. The last time the girls confronted you they gave you a few bruises and the twins would have noticed if you didn't avoid them. You didn't want to burden the twins with your problems, they were always so nice to you and you didn't want to ruin what you had with the twins. You couldn't tell them that your father kept beating you or about the girls hurting you. "Hey (First Name)" you heard two voices you didn't want to hear. You began to walk faster, once you got out of the school you could go home and get away from them. "Don't ignore us (First Name)" Hikaru yelled as they began to follow you. You were the only person other than Haruhi, that could tell the mischievous twins apart. That was one of the reasons those girls had a go at you. While you were deep in you
Kyoya Ootori X Reader Chapter 1: Arrangement
Hey guys this is my first Ouran High School Host Club Fanfiction!
Please be nice! Pweety please?! :3
Thank you! Hope you enjoy!!!!!!!!!!
" "MEANS TALKING
' 'MEANS THOUGHTS
It was just another wonderful day at Ouran Academy. The birds were chirping, the sky was beautiful. You were outside eating lunch and you had the best boyfriend ever right beside you, Kyoya Ootori. You hugged his arm and smiled.
"__________, would you like more (favorite food)?" he asked.
You nodded and opened your mouth, as he fed you.
Everything was perfect!
"__________! Kyoya!" screamed a tall blonde.
You and Kyoya both twitched at the scream.
'Oh no!' you both screamed in your mind.
It was Tamaki.
You loved Tamaki (as a brother), but sometimes…….you wanted to put him on a stranded island.
He came running with Mori right behind him.
'What's going on?' you thought.
"What is it?" Kyoya asked kind of mad that he ruined the moment between you and him.
"Kyoya, I'm very sorry but we
OHSHC x Reader: Seven Minutes in HeavenOuran Host Club x Reader
Seven Minutes in Heaven!
You settled down in the frankly too large for you seat, and served yourself a slice of cake. Kyoya, your childhood friend, had invited you to a party. This party was one that you had been invited to since Tamaki started the Host Club. Since Kyoya wasn't just nice to you for his benefit- though that's how it started- he always invited you to come along. And this year Tamaki decided you would be playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. You reached hesitantly into the crystal bowl with names in them, and sighing, you pulled one out. Tamaki laughed.
"_____, you got..."
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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