Courtney480

  || Chapter One || .::Misery Loves Its Company::. Three days. . . It’s been three days since Matthew warned you of the others coming over to check on you and your health. Three days till the next meeting. It’s been three days without peace and complications with studying the notes he had given you; you’re illness wasn’t willing to let you focus. Groaning inwardly, you took another sip of your tea from the warmed china; proving slightly difficult from the fact that your form was shaking. You weren’t cold in the slightest but your body’s temperature had dropped two degrees and you’ve been wrapp

There was once a fifteen year old by the name of Sado Yasutora. His friends call him Chad however. He was pretty big, taller than most his age and muscular too. Despite his appearance, he was the kindest person you could ever meet. He also had an unexpected weakness for cute things as well. Pretty unexpected indeed. When you had first met him, you weren’t gonna lie he scared the absolute shit out of you.  A guy who towered over you and not mention had a pretty scary looking face. And you thought Ichigo was the scariest one in Karakura Town. But then you had started hanging out more with him and realized you should never judge a book b

Catophrase: England x Chubby Reader: "I think they make you look cute, love." England stuttered trying to make the best of the situation. The glare you sent his way did not in fact make him burst into flames as you were hoping. England smiled grew more stretched as the silence ticked on with the minutes. "It was an honest mis-" "Shut up!" The (h/c) tail twitched in irritation as you're boyfriend tried to worm his way out of the biggest mistake he had ever made. "Sweetheart, you do know I can't speak cat." England, the country who bragged he was the greatest magic user in the world had changed his lovely chubby girlfriend into a lovely c

It was another one of those nights. Those nights where James would sneak up to the roof when he was sure his brothers were asleep. One of those nights where he would stare into the void of a sky and just think. Thinking It was all he did as of late. What did he usually think about? Life, basically. Stuff like, 'I wonder what color my aura is? what am I even gonna do in the future? and does my hair really look as dumb as Al said it did? No, scratch that. I don't give a damn about what that shit stain thinks. ________ probably thinks it's cool.' ________. That's the main subject of his recent reveries. Her. They've all been about her, and