Akuma0013

(y/n) searched everywhere for her favorite book. But it was no were to be found. 'Did I leave it somewhere?' was the first thing that came to mind. Just as she was about to give up all hope she stumbled across a note. “Dear (y/n), since you wont stop being to uptight and always in a book, I deiced to take it! Have some fun why don’t you!? If you need me I'll be in the host club.              -Kimi” she thought about what she should do. Abandoned one of her favorite books? Or go after it? 'Well I guess I could see what all the hype is about' she thought as she walked over to music room 3. she never rally did pay attention

a.n: there is hints of nsfw in this bc i love diana ok //////////////////////////////////////////////////// The warm rays of sunlight on your face is what caused you to slowly awake. Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, you could see the blinds had been left slightly open, the light seeping through into your shared bedroom. The next thing you noticed was the arm wrapped lovingly around your waist and you immediately smiled, feeling a warm glow in your cheeks. Your mind was still processing that you had married Diana. After all, it's a pretty interesting fact to drop when meeting someone. "Hey, I'm married to Wonder Woman." You thou

a.n: a lil suggestive at points but tbh what can i say, im totally in love w diana lmao //////////////////////////////////////////////////// It was late. Nervously tapping your mug, you glanced at the digital clock on the kitchen counter once again. The time brightly read '01:28' in red lettering which almost screamed danger, like something had happened to keep her out so late. You had decided to stay up late to surprise Diana when she came back from her mission, as Bruce had reported that she was to return today. So you had bought some champagne and scented candles to celebrate (with some lacy clothes to go with it, wink wink), but now,

[F/n] - first name [H/c] - hair color, [E/c] - eye color, [F/c] - favorite color       [F/n] had tried to be a good person.  She knew with her sickness, her parents were constantly under stress.  That's why they were always snapping at her.  That's the only reason.  They were worried about her, that's why they locked her up.  All their money went into protecting her and getting her medication.  That's why the bars were on the windows.  They were trying to protect her.  So... why had they leave the door open that night?  Did [F/n] do something wrong?       [F/n] could feel tears in her eyes at the thought.  She was already a burden, she didn'

Kyoya's patience was beginning to thin. For the past ten minutes Tamaki wouldn't stop pestering him about changing their weekend plans. Kyoya had arranged their trip to the beach house last month and recently sent out invitations to at least twenty of their female classmates to come. He told Tamaki repeatedly his answer was no, but the blond wouldn't give up. Suoh kept trailing behind Kyoya as he walked around the music room they used for club activities. "Kyoya, stop being stubborn," Tamaki persisted. "I know it's not too late for you to change the date." "The day before is too late to change our plans. It's not possible," Kyoya sighed in

            When you first became famous you never thought it would be the parties you dreaded the most. You found yourself wishing you were anywhere else, hating the people and the casual conversation and how you constantly felt trapped by it all. You were at your third party this month and you couldn’t stand it.                Tonight was a private fundraising gala to help people affected by mental illness. It was hosted by Wayne Enterprises and you had traveled all the way to Gotham to attend. You loved the cause, but you wished you could have just sent a cheque. Your agent was forcing you to go. She said it would be good publicity

            Six months. That was how long it had been since you last saw Jason. You couldn’t get him out of your head, and you couldn’t stop thinking about the stupid argument you’d had to make him leave. In all fairness you thought most girlfriends would freak out when their boyfriends come home covered in blood, wearing a vigilante costume. Jason didn’t share your opinion, and he wasn’t happy that you knew his secret either. You fought about it for hours and it ended with Jason leaving. He’d said he needed space. You weren’t sure how much space he needed, but apparently, six months wasn’t enou