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Renge. You absolutely loathed that girl. It had all started a very short while ago. You had simply been standing with your friends in Music Room #3, next to Kyoya, all of you watching Tamaki's continuous attempts to woo the newest addition to the club, Haruhi. A perfectly normal day in the Host Club, really. That was, until, Haruhi had noticed the petite girl watching the group of you from behind the doorframe. Hikaru and Kaoru went to greet her, and Tamaki, always eager, was not far behind. You furrowed your brows, turning to Kyoya to ask if he knew who she was, until your attention was immediately drawn back to the door. "No! Don't touch

Warning: You're about to read mature and suggesting themes Story 2: Dress up You were currently sitting on a beach chair tanning. You were a pretty lucky girl since your penthouse had a swimming pool. You smiled in contentment as you absorbed vitamin D. You had gone shopping the say before and you bought a few things… sly smirk appeared on your face. Between those… ‘Things’ you had bought a new swimming suit it was a one piece, but it looked sort of a bikini if not for the cloth crossing your stomach. Your back was totally uncovered, the ‘swimming suit’ was only held by your neck and the bottom part, w

“It isn’t a double date when one of the couples is married and the other isn’t a couple, Mary, this is what you call a set up.” You protested, following your friend out to her car. Mary didn’t mention that you were dressed to the nines anyway in the lacy red number you told her you were saving for the right one. She also didn’t mention that you wore stilettos, not flats. “Oh, you’ll love him, [Name], he’s just like you. Sarcastic. Acidic. Cynical.” Mary said, shooting you a look. You chuckled and settled into your seat. For Mary, you would give this a chance. “This is hardly

Your boss, Dr. Banner,  walked into the lab. You grinned at him as he took a few steps towards you. “Hey, Bruce,” she said with a smile. “Hi, (Name). Let me just say, I have never noticed how nice your eyes were until now,” he said jokingly. (Name) tilted her head skeptically, not understanding what he meant. Bruce had to gesture to the safety goggles  on her face. “Oh,” she said as she pushed the goggles over her face. The goggles had had a pair of small magnifiers attached to the corners of the nose, and they had made her eyes much larger than normal. "What's up Doc?" she asked with a smile. Bruce smir

:bulletred: Tony x Reader: Keep You :bulletred: It was early in the morning when Logan got the call; waking him up with a shrill ringing in his ear. At first he had endeavored to ignore it, but when the annoying buzz turned to a sappy chick song he cursed and rolled over to grab the phone and accept the incoming call. Though at this point, the mutant was about ready to break the nasty technology instead. "Who the hell is this," he grumbled, still half asleep. ". . . L-Logan.  . ." Instantly Logan was awake, his eyes opening and his brow furrowing. "(F/n)? What's wrong?" Though the woman had only said his name, her tone had told the infam

You toss and turn, your sheets tightening their grip around you as you groan. Beads of sweat are rolling down the side of your head and your shirt is damp.  You awake abrubtly, jolting up in bed.  You search your surroundings frantically, unsure of where you are.  As your eyes adjust, you realize you're in your room at Professor Xavier's school.  You start to breath again, your chest heaving in relief.  You had another nightmare.  You were mutant found several years ago by Professor Xavier.  You had been experimented on by government scientists and are still suffering from PTSD.  Often your nights are f

       You had just settled in for the night, and were beginning to fall asleep, when you felt the mattress sink behind you and a brief, cold breeze as the covers were lifted up before being let back down again. There was no movement for a few moments, then your hair was gently brushed away from your neck and you felt the faint tickle of breath as soft kisses were placed against the back of it. Tired as you were, you couldn't help giggling. "Wade...that tickles..."       A chuckle. "So?" The kisses continued. You squirmed.       "I have work tomorrow," you protested quietly. You felt him pause, then open his mouth to offer a solution, but