|now all they need to do is kiss and it be|
a happily ever after XD
Kyoya X Reader Part 1Kyoya X Reader Part 1 by artwolf711
You roamed the large school after everyone had left. You admired the beauty and vastness of the place. Your (e/c) eyes absorbed everything they could as if to memorize the place. After about twenty minutes, you made your way up the stairs.
You began walking down a hall, passing every room without a care, until you sensed something. Stopping in your tracks, your head turned to the door where the feeling was coming from. "Music Room 3" read the sign above the door. Brushing some (h/c)
out of your eyes, you were about to enter the room when you heard an array of things happen. What sounded like a table falling over was followed by a very loud "Hikaru! Kaoru!" and fast running. You wondered why these people were here. It was after school,
and it was also a Friday. They should be at their homes, enjoying their time away from school. You continued pondering for a while.
*~ On the Other Side of Le Door~*
Honey, Haruhi, and Mori sat on the couch, watching the show.
USUK: Love Wins
A/N: Yes, this is short. No, I don't care.
He felt the ungodly buzzing before he heard it. Cellphone in hand, England was comfortably laying on his side, tie still tied, in a peaceful slumber after an exhausting day at a meeting with France. It only made sense that he would be asleep as soon as he hit the bed, right? He noticed something interesting upon being disturbed: his shoes were still on.
It took him several moments to realise that the buzzing was his mobile. Once he realised this, he was enraged. He was able to glance at his alarm clock before he threw the device against the wall. 1:03 am. Upon coming in contact with the wall, the device made a sickening crack! In a hurry, England shoved himself off his bed and hurried over to the expensive telephone. The screen was cracked in nearly three places, with smaller cracks branching out from the motherland. He scowled at the broken devic
Fuck Peanuts (SpaMano)A bright red Ferrari perched among the SUVs. No stickers or dents, certainly no room for a car seat, yet it still arrived every Saturday for the weekly PTO meetings. It received more than its fair share of envious stares and annoyed looks.
Jen never had much of a problem with a car. She knew that Lauren and Rachel muttered darkly to one another whenever they saw it, insurance premiums and the fate of the children swirling darkly. But Tom down the block had gotten a motorcycle.
It was probably because it belonged to Lovino.
“I can’t pack my kid Goldfish for lunch?” Lovino stood, one hand on his hip, sneer on his face. “Why exactly are you telling me what to feed my kid?”
Steve smiled, though it was faulty. “Because, Mr. Vargas, one of the children in the grade has a sever allergy—“
Lovino raised an eyebrow. “That’s my fault? If I want to pack Goldfish, then I should be able to pack fucking Goldfish.”
Voice Mail - (Italy x Germany)
"Hello. Leave a message for Germany after the beep." Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"Hey, Germany? It's Italy. I just got outta the shower and thought you might've called. Okay, I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
Italy sucked in a deep breath as soon as he heard the beep for the end of the message. Slowly moving the phone away from his ear, he sighed as he pressed the ‘end call’ button.
He couldn’t help but be worried when Germany was gone. It used to be because he was scared to be alone in his house. The big and scary house that was filled with a bunch of scary items and shadows!
No, it was more he was worried for Germany. Italy always seemed to think that Germany was going to die every time Germany left, and tended to attached himself onto the German whenever he came home.
It was a habit he had developed, which probably wasn’t good. Italy wasn’t really good at controlling the things he did, like how he screamed - still screams – pasta at random moments.