AngllannaKurayami

:bulletpink: Haruhi x Reader: Either Way :bulletpink: It had almost been six months since Haruhi Fujioka had entered the hallowed halls of Ouran Academy, but to (F/n) it felt like a lifetime. Since the first moment that the quiet second year had first seen the new honors student wandering around the elaborate corridors of Ouran, she had been smitten. Sure, Fujioka was naturally appealing (both physically and personality wise) but there was something more about the peaceful first year that made (F/n) stop and stare. (F/n) normally kept to herself and was known as a mouse of a girl throughout the Academy. Not that she was necessarily shy per s

(Y/N), she sat there, watching her friend Makoto practice for the next swimming competition. She sighed in content as she gazed at the rippling water as it placed her at ease. "Hey, (Y/N)! Are you in there?" A hand was in front of her face, trying to get her attention. Her thoughts quickly faded as she looked up to see her childhood friend, Makoto in front of her with a towel around his neck. "Uh, yeah, sorry did you say something?" She blushed lightly when she realized how close they both were to one another. "Yeah, I said are you ready to leave?" Y/N nodded hesitantly, as she slowly stood up. They made their way out of the school and beg

"Paddy, where's Y/N/N? She's always at breakfast." Remus asked Sirius, looking for his girlfriend who was nowhere to be seen. "Last I saw her she was in the common room, asleep on the couch." Sirius responded, shoveling more pancakes into his mouth. "She seems distant, I never see her anymore and she hasn't been coming to our study sessions." Remus said, his voice growing increasingly more nervous with each word. "Nerd." James said, covering it with a cough. Remus scowled at him and sighed, getting up from the table. "I'm going to find her. She's gotta be around here somewhere." Remus said, slightly more to himself than the others. He wa

It was irrefutable that falling in love with a pirate was the most ridiculous, hopeless, and downright desperate thing one could do. Even Davy Jones himself couldn’t argue upon that. However, the entire ordeal seemed much less ridiculous, hopeless, and even desperate when you laid eyes on Captain Jack Sparrow. With his witty remarks and charming aura, it was practically impossible not to find yourself head over heels for the madman. As your dug your feet into the soft sand that made up the docks of Tortuga, you smiled at the fond memory of when you first met. You sighed as you watched one of the pirates, in a drunken stupor, shout a st