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If anyone asked how you felt about the genius setter that is Oikawa Tooru of Aobajōsai High it would be a bland casual 'loud and bothersome' you didn't see the flirty brunette in a negative appeal but you also couldn't speak highly about the male either he was often loud and very very immature almost imitating that of a spoiled child who always got his way and threw a fit when he did not especially when it came to things he wanted once the tall youth got his hooks into something that held his interest he refused to let it leave his side and yet that bratty prince charm somehow worked its way under your skin and into your beating heart

Reader x Levi - AU!Pun Game Warning for cringe “Hey Levi, why did the chicken cross the road?”          “I don’t know, why did it?”          “To get to the idiot’s house.”          “Brilliant. Will you leave me the fuck alone now?” He returns his attention to the report on his computer.          “Knock knock,” you say.          Levi sighs. “Who’s there.”          “The chicken.”          Levi’s fingers stop typing for a moment. He mumbles something very fast, far too fast for your to hear what he said, so you inquire, 

That One Party ( Drunk!Avengers X Reader ) "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!!!!" Tony came running by, Loki chasing after him and throwing spikes of ice at him, they whizzed past his head and landed in the wall, just as Tony would duck or turn to narrowly avoid them. You look up, seeing a bit of ceiling dust fall down as Clint ran through the air ducks. "CLINT I KNOW YOU'RE UP THERE." The banging from Clint crawling, stopped and it was quiet for a second before he came crashing through the ceiling and smacked onto the wood floor. You rolled your eyes and sighed, watching as Natasha ran over to him, sobbing. "Clint!!!! NO!!! WE HAD SUCH GOOD

Summary: It's a bit warmer than usual and John and Sherlock aren't too happy about it and it leads to shenanigans involving water balloons. In the flat of 221b, a certain army doctor and consulting detective were grumbling and complaining. The weather was a quite a bit hotter than usual, and with no air conditioner the heat inside was merely growing. They were very irritated with the heat, but even more irritated with you because you were paying no attention to it. “Look at her sitting there so calm and complacent, acting as if it doesn’t feel like a furnace in here,” Sherlock said to John. “Sitting right here Sher

You looked up from your book with narrowed eyes, it was quiet- Too quiet. You got up to investigate, wandering through the halls of the Tardis until you could hear a cacophony of clanging and mumbling coming from a room that you recognized as the kitchen. You quietly leaned on the doorway to watch the events happening within. You were a permanent companion to the Doctor, at least that was how he put it as his didn’t like labels, and it meant you pretty much expected whatever antics he was bound to get himself into. Right now that would be cooking something of some sort. He was waving his hands around above his head, a whisk in one, an

[ vi. the lovers. ] ( i held an atlas in my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered, where does it hurt? ) i. his lips like heaven, his body like home. ( to love ) he loves you with everything he has. lips on yours in a fervorous kiss, hands running up and down bare skin. you shudder against him, breathless and wanting. your hand reaches for his in the moonlit darkness, just as it always does in the intimate moments where his name leaves your lips in desperation and yearning. ii. pieces of you. ( to lose ) he likes feeling your skin against his. your back pressed to his chest, hair disheveled and clothes thrown careless

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Reader-insert: Female It was a cold windy night. The streets were empty due to the drizzling rain that started pouring a few minutes before. There were a few people inside the bar. A (h/c) girl was sitting alone in the furthest corner of the building. She was scanning the room with her gorgeous (e/c) eyes while holding a glass of whisky in her left hand. There was a group of five men laughing loudly and drinking beer near the pool table on one side of the bar. They were too noisy for her liking. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and when she opened them again she saw a man and a woman sitting on the stools at

Months had passed since the incident between the CCG and Aogiri. Despite how much time had passed, you were still in denial over that night. The night Kaneki decided not to return to Anteiku. You had been reassured by Yoshimura that Kaneki was safe. But you didn't really believe that. You couldn't. For as long as you had known Kaneki, he always preferred to be alone somewhere reading books. Since the moment Hide introduced you to him, Kaneki seemed... lonely. Sad. Distant. His demeanor caused both you and Hide to worry about Kaneki on a daily basis. You both wanted the best for your friend, to be there for him whenever he may be in need.

The 'last' story of the Five Nights at Nanase's line featuring Makoto the vent crawling metal giant. Enjoy. Image belongs to marvyanaka. ******************************************************************************************************* Makoto looked at everyone in the building from his death room the lifeguard's room. Everyone has their lover but him. Haruka had the remains of the spirit The Drowned, Rei had his Floatie Puppet, Nagisa had Cream Puff and Rin had his broken jaw Lockjaw. He really wanted a lover of his own but due to his metal parts they would get crushed or stabbed. Since that the new night guard reminded him of a more h

"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you. "Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice. "Where is it?" "What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state. "My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?" From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took ev

You giggle, dragging your two friends with you towards the basketball court. The basketball team wasn’t supposed to have any practice today and, despite the three of you having no physical activity whatsoever, you would always hang out in the gym when the team wasn’t there. It wasn’t like you guys did anything bad, but you would goof around and move things just slightly. And by slightly I mean move something to a completely different spot. The three of you were very mischievous, and known quite well around the school. No one knew exactly what the three of you did, or who you were, but everyone knew about the mischiefs at T&

Snippets. Brief images, sounds, smells and sensations. A soft voice. A warm hand gently stroking your head. The smell of spring and sunshine. A smile and a laugh full of joy. But most of all, a song, a lullaby, quiet and beautiful. Those are the only memories you have of your birthmother. Ghostly. Distant. Like an echo. So vague, that you sometimes wonder if they’re just dreams. Illusions, wishful thinking, consolation when you lay in your bed at the orphanage, cold, lonely and thinking the whole world was against you. The orphanage was poor, hence, they could not afford heating throughout the whole winter. Most of the children slept i

She was dead wasn't she? Then why... Why did she heard voices? They were faint, like a whisper. She was so tired and only wanted to sleep. She hoped they would silence. …(Name)… …(Name)… …(Name)… The voice was desperate, calling her. Why? She wanted to tell it that she was fine. It was coming closer and closer. And one face crossed her mind making her tremble and altering everything. Hakuryuu She opened her eyes and blinked a few times. She was confused. Where was she? "(Name)?" She turned her head towards the voice "(Name)!! You're awake!!" A blue haired boy exclaimed jumping from his seat "Aladdin

You found yourself in the middle of the street, the same one from 6 years ago. You reverted back to your 10 year old state. A small sniffle caught your attention and you realized that you weren't alone. In fact, you had been holding hands with someone for a while now. "(f/n)...?" A small, shaken voice called out. One you haven't heard in a long time. Quickly turning to face them, you see that it's your twin sister. "(s/n)..." You sighed in relief and went to hug her but a vampire appeared before you. The same one from then. He grabbed you by the collar and pulled you off the ground. You tried to kick him but to no avail. He had kicked you

If anyone asked how you felt about the genius setter that is Oikawa Tooru of Aobajōsai High it would be a bland casual 'loud and bothersome' you didn't see the flirty brunette in a negative appeal but you also couldn't speak highly about the male either he was often loud and very very immature almost imitating that of a spoiled child who always got his way and threw a fit when he did not especially when it came to things he wanted once the tall youth got his hooks into something that held his interest he refused to let it leave his side and yet that bratty prince charm somehow worked its way under your skin and into your beating heart

[aug. 2020] update: rewritten here They say if a friendship lasts 7 years, it’ll last a lifetime. [date: 3/22] Hey Keiji-kun, how’s your new house? I bet it’s really cool with pretty things, like your old house! Do you remember the big sakura tree that was in the middle of nowhere and we’d go to it after school and play? Well, it’s started to bud! Mom says we’ll be able to see it flower around April. You should come over then to see the pretty flowers! From, [l/n][f/n] You inhale the cool air as you pedal by an expansive field, the tall grasses swaying in the wind. Pretty soon, the dim lights of the po

Enjoy~ :3 Warnings: Language, violent situations and implied sexual situations. Characters are 18+                                                                                        ~*                                                                                        ~* "Baby, I'm preying on you tonight, Hunt you down eat you alive, Just like animals~" You tapped your fingers against the counter as you waited for the cashier to finish up ringing your groceries. You paid the money and holding the groceries with one hand, you scrolled through your phone looking for a particular contact. The automatic doors slid open as you exited

"Ah... No, no, no! I need to make it better!" Edgar muttered to himself and furiously crossed out the last few words he had written. "purr...," Carl said, nuzzling up against his master's neck affectionately. In the quiet and peaceful afternoon, only the sounds of wind knocking up against the window pane and Carl's sounds of affection were resounding within the nearly empty room. Turning back to the papers in front of him, Edgar dipped his pen in ink and continued to write for his newest "mystery" novel. 'No.. It must be far better than my past works,' He thought and crossed out another sentence on the abused paper (that had enough ink on it

There he was, surrounded by a flock of swooning fangirls. This wasn't an unnatural sight, in fact, this happened daily. So much so, that it earned him the expected glare from the jealous boys. You were never close with Sakamoto, nor was he close to even knowing you. The glasses wearing male would never look your way given how indifferent he was with the ones gushing over him daily anyways. You huff and look out the window seeing Sakamoto participate in gym class, outrunning everyone as usual. “(L/n)!” Your teacher called with irritation evident in their voice. “Would you like to tell me what we were just talking about?R

NOTE: 'This' represents your thoughts. This represents writing. ________________________________ You sat down on the wooden bench at the bus stop, crossing one leg over the other. In your gloved hands, you held a cup of hot chocolate you ordered at a nearby Starbucks. But the actual process of ordering it was quite difficult. Why? It's simple..you were mute. Everywhere you went, you had to have a notepad and a pencil. It gets tiring when you're having a conversation with someone and you are desperately trying to scribble down responses before they get impatient and leave. Sadly, that's happened one too many times and only a few of your f