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     A ghoul, I’ve been jinxing myself, you thought.    You took the gun out of your back pocket as swiftly as you could, and started to shoot towards the things that had been talking to you in the pitch black darkness. You randomly shot, trying to aim at those monsters. You heard a man laugh, and it was someone new. The fluorescent lights suddenly flickered on. The things had disappeared.    You were surrounded by shelves that had been empty, broken, and dusty. The place looked like a warehouse without any materials and items on its shelf.    You felt something breathe on your shoulder, and so, with the gun in held in your hands,

Warning: You're about to read mature and suggesting themes Story 9: Pillow Talk The mattress shifted making your frown at the sudden movement. The grey blanket only covering half of you body while you hugged the large pillow next to you. You groaned as shifted your position to try as sooth the pain on your left shoulder. You sighed in contentment; you loved this type of mornings. You also knew that the man next to you would start pillow talk any minute now. As if reading your mind Levi who was still shirtless turned around still hoping not to wake you up. You smiled as he wrapped an arm around your torso. With your eyes still closed he pul

          Loki didn’t realize that his brother had “fans” in the present day.  Or, rather, he guessed it, but he was surprised to find out how forward they were, asking him for “selfies” in the middle of their conversation.            Besides, who’d want a photographic illusion in front of a torn down retirement home?          And who’d want a photographic illusion of his brother while he wore clothes so.. so… dressed down?          Apparently, these girls didn’t care even though it was evident they cared about how they looked.            Midgardian women.  Loki would never underst

The sound of a bitter sweet symphony... The song bird had sung... Most pleasing... Most indeed... ~~~~ I watched as the song bird, tucked her wings back and spoke softly into the mic... "I guess..." she started, "We are going to take a small break, requests will be taken later." "Well?" Ian leaned next to me, anticipation in his voice of what I thought... I crossed my arms and tucked them tight and leaned back a bit in my seat... "Odd choice in song...For this kinda place." I breathed out, and I saw Ian give a somewhat unhappy look, considering I had just dodge his question.... "Well...She kinda dose her own thing. People say that n

Warning: You're about to read mature and suggesting themes Story 1: Phone Call You were currently in your penthouse in New York; with nothing more than one of your boyfriends white cotton button-up shirt and when you say nothing else it means nothing else. You had finally decided to move a month ago and you still weren’t accustomed to the place. It was so… big. You sighed; you were in the white leather sofa with your legs up reading a book. You hadn’t sighed because the book was bad, it was actually pretty interesting but your mind had stopped comprehending it’s words a few ages back. You sighed again; you wanted

A/N: The demon in this tale possesses a name that cannot be pronounced in our human language, so I've decided to call him 'Sebastian Michaelis'. That's the name he was assigned by the young Ciel Phantomhive. I think it suits him nicely. Don't you? *~*~*~*~* Sometimes I sit by myself and wonder, Do demons fall in love? The obvious answer would be false. I mean, demons are said to be heartless, satanic and ruthless beasts eternally banned from heaven, after all. But there's always one thing that bugs me... Weren't all demons angels once? And aren't all angels pure creatures of love? *~*~*~*~* A navy swirl of magic emitted from (y/n)'s

A/N: The demon in this tale possesses a name that cannot be pronounced in our human language, so I've decided to call him 'Sebastian Michaelis'. That's the name he was assigned by the young Ciel Phantomhive. I think it suits him nicely. Don't you? *~*~*~*~* Sometimes I sit by myself and wonder, Do demons fall in love? The obvious answer would be false. I mean, demons are said to be heartless, satanic and ruthless beasts eternally banned from heaven, after all. But there's always one thing that bugs me... Weren't all demons angels once? And aren't all angels pure creatures of love? *~*~*~*~* A navy swirl of magic emitted from (y/n)'s

3rd person P.O.V You were a newbie at the most prestigious school of San Fransokyo, San Fransokyo Institute of Technology.   Your first class starts a day before Valentine’s. You were a bit tad late if you’d ask the students. But you were accepted immediately because of your smarts towards technology, specifically robotics. You graduated when you were around 16. Since then you were always at science conventions because of your parents making you go to those.   You’re a shy and quiet girl, that’s why you were only discovered recently. Good thing you had a really close and old friend that’s already going there.  

He  blinked once. Then twice. Then three times. And he still couldn’t believe the motherfucking sight before him. Coming back from Karkat’s hive, Gamzee had decided to pass by his matesprit’s house, as she liked to call it, to check on her and what she was up to. Getting lost in the way as he stared at the various miracles that were bestowed upon him, he surely loved the sunset and the fact that _______ lived near the beach, made the whole experience more satisfying  as he walked, with the sound of the calm waves and those of other creatures and with a sense of calmness washing over him. So when his eyes had settled on

You stand opposite him your [h/c] hair glistening brightly from the candles around you. Rose petals are scattered delicately around you and the table set before you, a mysterious cloaked figure wearing a dark top hat on the far side of the table, his face disguised by shadows. You are wearing a beautiful dress, black with white lace around the skirt that ends at your knees and at the top of your chest with a large white silk bow tied around your waist. An intricate mask lurks upon your face, hiding your identity carefully. His eyes are piercing and cold, yet warm and loving at the same time. The trick is playing with your mind, confusing ev

“Oh my god Rin! I am so going to kill you” you growled as you looked in the mirror “Just chill already, it’s almost gone” he sighed, lying on his bed and looking at his phone “As if that was excuse, we both know you’ll just do it again as soon as this one leaves” “So what? You love it” he smirked, not looking at you “No I don’t!” you started, walking into his bedroom “do you know how many bottles of concealer I have used since we started dating? 5!” “So don’t use so much!” he rolled his eyes “What? Are you serious? I c

A soft banging sounded on your door. You looked up slowly then swiftly made your way to the door then opened it. You found a disappointed Walter staring straight ahead at you. It must have taken you a while to notice the soft knocking on your door seeing he looked slightly exasperated from the wait. “Something the matter, Walter.” You asked timidly. You were new here and very shy, on the account that you knew no one except your master, Alucard, whom you hardly knew. He had recently turned you two weeks ago. You saw Walter frown when he noticed old blood packet scattered on the floor, unopened. “You really should drink you

        When Sam had magically come back from the pit of course you and Dean had your doubts and suspicions. During that year you had bought a house, and Dean had acquired his own little family. Both of you were ripped from your lives when Sam came back. Don’t get me wrong you both were happy he was alive, but it was a nice break from all the crazy living you were doing. Sam had changed from innocent and bashful, to critical, sarcastic, and unemotional. You were having none it. The other thing that came with the package? Oh yeah! He would now flirt with you non-stop. You were in the middle of cooking breakfast when

The world has not been gentle enough with Levi Ackerman. So she takes her time to undress him kindly, carefully, with soft eyes, then softer fingertips and the softest lips. And he lets her. He lets her find him in places he's never been found before; where he's never let himself be found — in his bed sheets, underneath the private darkness locked behind his bedroom door — eyes, fingertips and lips — bared beneath her. And he is so beautiful. Her eyes trace his nakedness, softly along his neck, then across his chest and lower, lower still. Her touches learn where to find his sighs, tracing them across illicit, sinful,

~~~Author's Note: I wanted to write something very cute since I feel like this guy needs much love. Re-reading his origin story makes me teary. ;w; But other than that have a great time reading this oneshot!~~~ "Could you please stop it, Wade?" It had been the fourth time he asked today and you were getting sick of it. Why couldn't he just let the subject drop? You were content at the moment. "Why? Please, {First}? Please, please, please, please, plea-" "Argh!! You overgrown child, I said 'No'!" You threw your hands up in the air after punching the Heavy Bag. You had a half a mind to punch him also, but you thought that would be mean plus

We were going to stark expo a day before I go and like always Steve disappear to enlist, that punk then I talk to him he really is an idiot so after all I get back with (y/n)…”so how is he?” She asked me “I just wish he don’t try anything stupid” “mh..” She looked concerned “hey don’t get so carried away..he’s going to be ok…” “I know but…he will be alone without you and I being a nurse going to war when he wants to but he can’t…he Is all I have of family now” I start hugging her from the side “I know doll I know…I gonn

(Welp... This isn't my first time writing fanfiction, but I never seem to like them when I do. So I am submitting my most recent one here to see how it goes. Please don't be too mean to it.) Mink x Shy! Reader (Maybe lemon? ) *Flashback*(What a way to start a story! T-T I suck) You walked into the large room hiding behind Koujaku.  You were meeting new people and you were TERRIFIED.  There were only two seats left open. Koujaku sat by Aoba and you sat by a large handsome man with long brown dreadlocks.  He looked down at you and grunted. You smiled shyly and took your seat. Once seated you looked around.  Noticing how full the room was you

(Welp... This isn't my first time writing fanfiction, but I never seem to like them when I do. So I am submitting my most recent one here to see how it goes. Please don't be too mean to it.) Mink x Shy! Reader (Maybe lemon? ) *Flashback*(What a way to start a story! T-T I suck) You walked into the large room hiding behind Koujaku.  You were meeting new people and you were TERRIFIED.  There were only two seats left open. Koujaku sat by Aoba and you sat by a large handsome man with long brown dreadlocks.  He looked down at you and grunted. You smiled shyly and took your seat. Once seated you looked around.  Noticing how full the room was you

Once again, you opened your eyes. The sudden waking from your “eternal” unconsciousness has drained you both physically, mentally and emotionally so sleeping was the best way to restore your energy and vitality. You realized quickly that the man with sunglasses and Birkin were back. As you sensed their ominous, creepy stare behind you, you got up as quickly as possible. >>Oh my god… Did I sleep in a situation such as this…!?<< They realized quickly how hard it is to keep a straight face while you looked so terrified. It was so easy to recognize their amusement. ”Do I frighten you?” asked the

“Again warren?” you said as you stood in front of him, seeing his bruised face and busted lip, “you really need to stop picking fights” “Tch, you should have seen the other guy”, he said his voice still angered, “besides he had no right to make fun of you” “I think he does, I mean I am in hero support, I think that puts me in the bottom of the social ladder, I'm bound to get picked on”, you said making him sit down on the steps of the school, to better examine his face. It wasn’t too bad, but still Warren usually got into fights without getting hurt in the process, so just se

:bulletyellow: Nuada x Reader: Summer Rain :bulletyellow: In the beautiful wilds of rolling dells and little rivers, there was a forest- old and elegant beyond measure. For thousands of years it had been an unparalleled wonder, housing a special species of tree that could not be found anywhere else in the world . . . and now it was dying. This end was not brought on by natural causes, but rather the greed of humankind. They had destroyed the area around the ancient forest years ago, for more living space and businesses. And now, having used up all the space, they turned to the body of trees with saws and giant machines that could ruin the de

The market was full of the hustle and bustle of a busy town. Store vendors selling there wears and offering deals to anyone who would take the time to listen, Shoppers anxiously trying to find the best bargains, children running around between the stalls playing hide and seek and occasionally a thief or two. You smiled as the smell of freshly made bread filled your nostrils and you stopped at the bread counter. Many types of bread were laid out in front of you all screaming for you to buy them. "looks like you've got your own bun in the oven," The store vendor joked gesturing to your small bump. You smiled at her also noticing the much large

     A ghoul, I’ve been jinxing myself, you thought.    You took the gun out of your back pocket as swiftly as you could, and started to shoot towards the things that had been talking to you in the pitch black darkness. You randomly shot, trying to aim at those monsters. You heard a man laugh, and it was someone new. The fluorescent lights suddenly flickered on. The things had disappeared.    You were surrounded by shelves that had been empty, broken, and dusty. The place looked like a warehouse without any materials and items on its shelf.    You felt something breathe on your shoulder, and so, with the gun in held in your hands,