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Gilbert sat in his usual spot on the bus waiting for a specific girl to come on. His 'friend' [Name] always sat with him, and they'd usually end up teasing one another, fighting, or driving the bus driver crazy. They often got called out for being trouble makers, but he didn't mind. Gilbert actually liked doing things with [Name]. Or Chips, as he called her (just to piss her off) But Gott im himmel*, she was pretty attractive, and saying he didn't like her would be a blatant lie. When Gilbert saw her climb on the bus, his face lit up and he scooted over so she could sit. "Hey Chips! Ready to be awesome?" The girl glanced at him and grinned a

 "Germany~ Germany~ Will you hold my hand?" The man stared at the brunet next to him as if he had just uttered a declaration of World War III. "Hold your…hand?" "Mmhmm! Just until we get home, please~?" Big brown eye stared up at him expectantly, a surge of fidgets seemingly overtaking the Italian. "Please, please, please, please, Germany?" The pair stood outside one of the nicest Italian restaurants that could be found in Berlin (chosen on the Italian's request--he really could never get enough pasta), the sun setting on their Valentine's Day. Which, the German noted with a bit of relief, had been much more successful than the la

Summary: Anime/Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club Title: Selfish Kyoya Ootori x Male!Reader Oneshot Warnings: None. An alarm was not a welcoming sound, as Kyoya had mentally noted down as he was forcefully dragged from a dimension of sweet dreams. He heard shuffling beside him, and a pressure was removed from his chest as that infernal beeping continued its dreadful tune. Cracking open his eyes with a somewhat pained expression, he glared at the man whom was sat on the edge of the bed, tiredly reaching for his phone so that he could turn off that alarm. "You get back in this bed, right this instant." Kyoya was not a morning person. Everyb

    It's freezing. That much is obvious when it's nighttime during the winter. Why did the heater have to break now? At the worst possible time? Ugh, so stupid.    You shivered in your bed, your body heat insufficient in keeping you warm, even with your numerous blankets piled on top of you. You wondered how Gilbert was doing out on the couch. Poor guy was probably freezing, too.    The albino had hung out at your house all day like he usually did on the weekends, and he'd gone back to his house only to find his brother out with the door locked and his keys inside. He'd returned to your apartment and you let him stay for the night.    Y