(Requests Closed!) The title says it all! These are all x reader scenarios and such. I will also take requests for most characters (no Mineta or Stain though, sorry). Just drop your request in my inbox when they are open. Credit to @Sopherloafer for the rad cover! Thanks for reading!

**CURRENTLY UNDER REVISIONS, ORIGINALLY VERSION NOT SAVED Being one of the few 'commoners' at Ouran Highschool was anything but easy. Making scholarship honor role was hard for you unlike your best friend Haruhi, who managed to maintain it steadily-amongst some odd extra curricular activities. And being the curious dame you are, you simply had to find out. After meeting a pair of seemingly obnoxious twins, the rest of highschool felt like it was going to be a roller coaster ride at Ouran. That is if you could afford to keep going there once your grades begin to dwindle... again. Life isn't easy for a normal teenager in a school full of rich people, who only see her as the help Especially when two twins start to develop feelings for you. ── 𝐇𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐊𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐮 HR: #19 In Fan-fiction #3 in OHSHC #1 in ouranhighschoolhostclub #1 in manga #1 in Kaoru #1 in Hikaru #1 in ouran #1 in Haruhi #10 in anime #3 hitachiintwins #12 animefanfiction Featured in the official @Wattpad Ouran Highschool Host Club Fan-Fiction list. Featured in the trending #Anime tag.

Rachel, now 18 years old, is taken by the notorious serial killer Zack. Bound by an oath, the two swore, Zack had come back for her. Hoping to hold up his part of the bargain to kill young Rachel Gardner. Now the two of them are being hunted once again. This time, he won't let them be separated so easily. Will they survive long enough to fulfill their promise? Or will Ray die before he can kill her? (Art is not mine. Credit to @-Hope-Muse- for the cover editing~) [Original story and characters by: KRNRN and Makoto Sanada]

Endless is a dystopian, post-apocalyptic (gen 1) pokemon fan fiction. Everything changed when the bombs fell. The earth is a scarred husk of what it once was. Years have passed since the war ended but the damage lives on. Radiation infects the earth, making much of the surface uninhabitable. Civilisation struggles on, pockets of people finding ways to thrive in the desolate landscape. There are rumours though. Rumours that, after years of struggle, he has decided to pursue. Maybe things could change. He'd rather die trying than leave a wasteland as his legacy.

Everything was white. The plastered walls, the cork ceiling tiles, and the cotton bed sheets. Plain; the room was, and painfully bright as the sun rays shined through the curtain-less window on the right. A repetitive beep was heard at every second. The door was shut, but the sound of shuffling feet, clicking high heels, telephone rings, and hushed murmurs in the hallways outside the room were still heard. It was all too familiar, Dallas Winston thought to himself, as he lied in the white, cotton sheet bed, with a tube stuck on his arm. The last thing he remembered was running from the police, then the excruciating, burning sensation of the metal bullets burrowing into his skin, and the disgusting feel of hot blood oozing out. Though it was physically painful, it was emotionally freeing. Dallas found his life pointless without Johnny as his faithful shadow. So he took the initiative to end it himself. Bewildered, he was, to find himself alive and breathing. The chances of surviving being shot seven times was unlikely. You could call it a miracle, but to Dallas, it was like waking up in hell, again. (Note: I do not own The Outsiders or any of the original characters. All rights go to S.E. Hinton.) WARNING: Strong language throughout