Everyone's Fault (Part 2) - ShizuoXReaderXIzayaEveryone's Fault (Part 2) - ShizuoXReaderXIzaya by ~gilbugpls
It was unusually quiet in the small white room. Only the beeping of a monitor and the dripping of an IV made noises to reverberate through the room. Occasionally one of the visitors would couch from his exposure to cigarettes, but no words were spoken. Yet.
Izaya sat to the right of the bed, next to your tucked in figure. He leaned over and had his elbows on your bed, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them. He was looking between you and then to the man on the other side of the bed; Shizuo.
The blonde had crossed his arms and sat back in his chair, pushing it against the wall and leaning his head back on it. His face held an annoyed expression as he glared at Izaya, the flea who, in his opinion, got you hurt.
“This was all your fault, you know…” A slick voice broke the silence, as Izaya traced his finger on the patterns in your bed-sheets. “If you could control yourself, you wouldn’t have ever hurt (Y-)—
Oh Shit, She's Hot (Part 2) - LaviXReaderOh Shit, She's Hot (Part 2) - LaviXReader by ~gilbugpls
Between Lenalee’s gossiping and Lavi’s bragging, word of you being a “phantom” quickly spread around the order. Unbeknownst to you in your unconscious sleep, people quickly began to insist that they see you. Helveska had announced that you were to become an exorcist as soon as you were awoken, and with word of you being a ghost, people quickly became confused. People were asking if you were solid, if they could see you, and not before long, the uproar got louder. You were out for just over a week—Clearly worn out from whatever hellish trip it took to get you here.
The excitement of their being a new exorcist to help fight buzzed around the Order. Even though people were worried and confused, it brought a clearer sense of security and especially to you soon-to-be fellow fighters. All in all, your presence brought a mixture of curiosity and worry to the organization.
“Oh come on, brother! Let us!” Lenalee whined, balling up her fists
Sick Soup - EnglandXReaderSick Soup - EnglandXReader by ~gilbugpls
“A-Achoo!” Came the loud noise as you sneezed, sitting up and holding a tissue to your nose as you sniffed. You groaned and crumpled up the paper napkin, tossing it at the trashcan against the wall, and as per usual, missing. You glared at it with red eyes from your place in the bed, the white tissue seeming to defy you as it landed on the carpet.
“….Arthuuuuuuur!” You whined, turning to face the open bedroom door, wiggling around and sitting up so that your back was against the frame of the bed. Tucking your blankets in at your waist and wrapping up in your house-robe again, you pouted at the doorway until your blonde companion showed up in it.
“(Y/N), what.” He grumbled, crossing his arms and giving you a half-hearted, disappointed look with those pretty green eyes. You crossed your arms and looked back with your (E/C) ones, mimicking him in a childish way.
He's Not Worth It (FranceXMonaco)He's Not Worth It (FranceXMonaco) by ~gilbugpls
“Oooooh, Camille~!” Francis called as he walked through the small, shared apartment, two stemmed glasses and a bottle of wine in his hands. He tapped them together, making a ‘chinck’-ing sound. “Ma chérie? Where are you?” He asked, poking his head into Camille’s bedroom door, to find it empty.
“Right here.” Camille grumbled, as she appeared in the entranceway next to him, coming from the opposite end of the hall. She was getting dressed, and just out of the shower, a towel draped over her damp hair and her robe on. “Excuse me…” She said quietly, slipping past him and into the room. Once inside, she began drying her hair and looking at him expectantly, silently asking what he wanted. Francis beamed, holding up the glasses and wine, “I was hoping you would come have a drink with me~”
“But I’m busy,” She sighed, frowning and tossing the wet towel on her head to a hamper, pulling o