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”You have got to be kidding me!” Maka couldn’t help but exclaim in outrage. Stein threw her an annoyed glance before addressing the class once more.
“It was Lord Death’s idea in order to put the people of Death City at ease. Rumours have surfaced that have thrown our image into exaggerated proportions, making people believe that we are the ‘monsters’ which have killed the innocent.” Stein withheld a scoff at his own words. “So, in light of that, the whole school will be holding a festival on the fourteenth.”
“But that’s Valentine’s Day,” someone commented.
“That’s the theme...” Stein sighed. He’d much rather be at home, in his lab, preferably dissecting something, but instead he had to babysit the class and even acknowledge this ridiculous ordinary human ritual.
“Fine, so what are we meant to be doing in this festival?” Liz drawled, more interested in her chipped nail
SoMa-Maybe Dreams Can Come True chapter 1More Like This
SoMa-Maybe Dreams Can Come True.
It's been 4 years since Maka started getting bullied and lost the trust from everyone. Over the last 4 years she hasn't changed a bit except for her Hight and hair length. She still is Flat-Chest Loser. She has stopped talking because everytime she would talk she would be laughed at. The only good thing that's happened over the years is that her father went to jail for killing this woman named Medusa and child abuse. Other then that she has no friends no family no home to live in so she live in the woods in a tent and trusts no one. She keeps to herself, the only things that save her from this hell she's living in is books,writing,and drawing. She's still bullied even more then before because of her lack of social ability. Right now it was lunch time and Maka was sitting under a tree thinking about the life she has before she started getting bullied. she sat far away from all the other boys and girls. Maka
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Soul has been having a rough day. Starting with Maka, they had fighting with each other all week. Over random things and usually ended with a Maka chop. The whole day they weren’t talking to each other, just fighting. Sending glares and muttering then all out yelling. Soul was walking down the steps of the DWMA. It wasn’t like he came with Maka in the morning so why bother waiting for her after school? Soul stopped at the sound of his name being shouted by familiar voices.
His friends were trotting down the stairs towards him, Maka included.
“Where were going in such a hurry?” Liz smiled. Maka huffed something about a whore house. Soul rolled his eyes and ignored his partner.
“Just getting some cash from the bank” He sighed. Tsubaki was about to ask why he needed cash but Maka just rekindled this morning’s fight about Soul chasing girls.
“Isn’t obvious? He needs one dollar bills to stuff into Blair’s G-String” Ma
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One day at Shibusen, Soul, Black Star, and Kid were eatig at cafetaria
"Geezz... Girls" Black Star sighed
"What's are you talking about, Black Star?" Soul asked
"See girls over there?" Black Star pointed to a table behind him
Soul and Kid nodded
"YOu know what they're talking about? 'Hey, you'll come to my valentine party, won't you?' 'Yeah, I'll come with my lovely boyfriend' ' How cute!' "
"So?" Soul asked again while drank his soft drink
"C'mon, guys. Instead of having such a dumb party, Why we don't train to improve our soul wavelength more?"
"You got a point, Black Star" Kid said while took out his handkerchief from his pocket and clean his hands and mouth
"But, having a party with your partner is also a good way to improve your wavelength" Kid continued
"Why?" Black Star asked with a dumb face
"Your relationship with your partner will be closer and indirectly, it'll increase your wavelength and resonance ratio" Kid explained while he put his handkerchief back to his po
Waking up -Alois x Reader- oneshotYou woke up in a wide open field.More Like This
"Where am I?" you thought while getting up and looking around you.
Behind you was a big forest and in front of you was a BIG villa.
"How did I get here?" you thought when it started to rain.
"Oh great." You said out loud.
"I guess I've got no other choice but to ask the people who live in that villa to give me shelter." You thought while you walked towards the house.
You walked up the stairs and searched for a door bell. Since you couldn't find one you decided to just knock.
Right after you knocked someone opened the door.
You saw a tall handsome butler whit glasses.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Um, yeah. Could I take shelter for the rain here?" you asked.
"You can." He said and stepped aside so you could walk in.
It was BIG!! You were amazed by all the expensive looking things in the house and thought it would be a wise decision to stay away from them before you would break anything.
"This way please." The butler said.
You followed him to w
Alois X Reader: Request 4More Like This
You woke up really early the next day. It felt like you had gone to bed early last night anyway, so maybe that was all that was keeping you from sleeping in. Yawning, you stretched and got your clothes for the day on. Not bothering to have any one of the servants to come along, you went out of your room and headed for the garden. You walked down the stone steps and onto the lawn, right before the huge maze of hedges and flowers.
"Miss?" a quiet and timid voice called from behind you. Turning, you saw a very pretty woman with silvery hair and skin like caramel. She had on a navy maid uniform and a white gauze and wrap around her left eye. You blinked at her for a second then smiled nicely.
"Hello. I'm afraid I haven't met you yet," you told her politely.
She bowed, not ever making eye contact with you, and apologized quickly. "My apologies Miss. You can call me Hanna if you wish. I was just going to tell you that breakfast is going to be done shortly. The Master is not awake yet,
Ciel X reader: part 4You opened your eyes at the start of a new day, and you were so happy that you had no nightmares. You blinked. Once. Twice. Ciel's face was right in front of you.More Like This
Ciel's eyes flashed open. "What!" Ciel freaked out a little and accidentally rolled off the side of the bed, and fell off with a yelp.
You look over the side of the bed. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah ." Ciel got back up and sat on the side of the bed next to you.
"Good morning young master, and good morning _______." Sebastian said casually as he walked in the room with a cart that had two breakfast trays on it.
"You knew that I fell asleep with ______?!"
"The both of looked so peaceful together, I didn't want to wake you." Ciel had a blush that reached up to the tips of his ears. You giggled a little bit. "Also, Elizabeth will be leaving shortly, if you would like to say goodbye to her."
"I would rather not." Ciel sipped the tea on his tray.
You both ate your breakfast in bed next to each other and talked.
You Saved Me CielxReader Chapter 4The next day you spent most of your time thinking. Why did Ciel take you in? He didn't seem like the giving or caring type, so why did he waste his time doing such a good deed? It just didn't seem to fit his character.More Like This
You didn't mean to sound ungrateful but what was your purpose here? It didn't make much sense. You were, basically, useless.
You pulled your knees into you chest. Did Ciel think of you as useless? For some reason the thought bothered you. You weren't exactly sure why, but it did. Since when did you develop a thought process to care what others think. Well it wasn't others, more just Ciel specifically. But why?
Groaning, you trudged out of your room and down into the grand hallway where the main entrance was. As you walked, you peaked out of one of the windows and was surprised to see a carriage parked in front of the manner. Curiosity got the best of you and you tip-toed quickly to the entrance. When you arrived Ciel was dressed up in fancier clothes than usual and you f
Allen Walker: Owner's ManualAllen Walker: The Users guide and Instruction ManualMore Like This
Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of an ALLEN WALKER unit! So that you may reap in the full benefits of owning this charming figure, please read these instructions carefully, and follow them closely, for not doing so will result in a very emo ALLEN WALKER unit, and possibly destruction.
Name: Allen Walker/Moyashi/Bean sprout
Place of Manufacture: England
Height: 168 cm
Weight: 58 kg
Module Type: Cute
Your ALLEN WALKER unit will come with the following accessories:
One Long-sleeved hooded exorcists coat
One tight-fitting zipper-sleeved enhanced exorcists coat
Two pairs of uniform pants
Two pairs of knee-high boots
Three pairs of white gloves
One Crown Clown (with multiple forms)
One Cursed eye
One red coat
Three white button-
SE: Until Now Ch. 2- Sinking InMore Like This
I rose up from the ground and decided to begin packing. Professor Stein and I will depart tomorrow evening to our designated posts. With a quick swipe at my drenched face, I dug into the closet and pulled out a week's set of clothing, toiletries, and extra pair of shoes followed by shoving them into my duffel bag.
A while without Soul? I thought aimlessly as I zipped the bag. I never thought it'd come to this.
I turned to my window and saw pictures of us with the gang. Beside it was a picture of Soul and I at the sick bay when I fallen victim to Arachne's paralysis webs. I was making an embarrassed face as Soul spoon fed me the meal. He had a small grin on his lips, as if my uncomfortable state pleased him. I knew he was a sadist.
But still… I'll miss Soul.
With one final glance at the picture, I closed my room and decided to make dinner to make up for what I did. This is, after all, our last dinner together for a while.
I opened the fridge to check if there was an
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"Maka!" someone called from behind.
A masculine boy of the age of eighteen with disheveled, frosty, spiky hair, and a pair of intimidating yet playful ruby eyes strode lazily to the table and took a seat behind me. "Lord Death called."
I flipped the bacon over the pan as a sign to continue.
"He needs us to stop by his office; said it was urgent."
I stopped fidgeting with the sizzling strip and glanced at him with a short acknowledging glance. "What did you do this time, Soul?" I sighed disapprovingly.
"Hey," he raised his voice defensively, "don't assume I did something wrong when I don't even know what I did."
"That's exactly it," I stated teasingly, "sometimes I wonder if you ever grew up Soul."
"Of course I did," he grinned with that dangerous, charming trade mark smile of his, "a cool guy like me would never pull immature stunts and get caught."
"Only with Black*Star," I muttered aloud.
"So not cool, Maka," he retorted in an annoyed, even tone.
I snorted as I brought the pan
She is...Her hands are not flawless anymore. Her nails not manicured and perfect in polish.More Like This
They are worn, and a little wrinkled with cuticles that seem tired and old. Her nails are cut perfectly, but no polish or manicure grace them.
Her hair no longer falls in curled perfect ringlets of thick wavy strands... They are now mostly tied up carelessly, held in a clasp.
Her lips now wear an all day moisturizing gloss instead of that creamy lipstick that smelled like sun ripened fruit.
Her curves are fuller and her body seems to have grown to adjust for providing comfort and care... and not to tempt.
But her eyes still wear that sparkle... and they are livelier than ever. Her laughter rings out like peals of silver bells and fills up the house, overflowing, till it spills out of the doors and windows and lets the sunshine in.
She may not be the girl I brought home, years ago.... but she is the woman who stayed by my side, through hail and sun, as perfect smiles got replaced by visits to the dentist.
Silly Willies and the 'Stache Gusts of delicious warmth hit Beverly Modesto's face as she closed the door of the old Volkswagon, curling up in the worn seat. The vents blasted through the entire vehicle, bringing out scents that were known to Claude- Dryer sheets, coffee, and a scent that was unbelievably Claude. In her freckled hands was a steaming cup of hot cocoa, the familiar red ribbon on the label reading, " Erma's: One of a Kind." She smiled softly, raising the lid to her mouth and tipping the cup back, the sweet taste warming every last bit of her.More Like This
Over the rim of her cup, she could see Claude, a smile on his pale face as he made his way over to the car, drink in hand. As he slid into the vehicle, he exclaimed, " So, Beverly Anne Modesto, what's the plan?" A playful smirk lingered on his lips.
She lowered her cup, revealing a chocolate mustache. Completely oblivious, she murmured, " Well, I dunno. There's the light show in the park, the festivities on the board
Untold Past" You have to tell me what's going on, Meava. I have these visions- and you know something! I know you do! Why do I feel like I know you? Why do I feel like I've always known you ?" The urgency in Alec's voice rang throughout the large room, it's walls covered in antique paintings. His grey, rather blue gaze looked at her in a pained manner almost, as if it hurt to be this far away from her, but confused as to why.More Like This
The fiery red head looked at him with the same pained expression, and she murmured in a voice so soft, and yet so mysterious, " Reincarnation." There was a brief pause that followed this statement, until Alec brought himself to say,
" What do you mean?"
She brought her azure eyes up to meet his grey ones, murmuring in a voice too quiet, as if she said it too loud, it might break all the peace and security she had, " You're a reincarnate.. Of someone I used to know.."
" Callen? Callen Westwind?"
Her gaze which she had lowered shot up, " How do yo
How Sex StartsHow sex starts...More Like This
A smile leads to a laugh,
A laugh leads to a high 5,
A high 5 leads to a hug,
A hug leads to a kiss,
A kiss leads 2 makeout,
A make out leads 2 finger,
A finger leads to a hand,
A hand leads to a lick,
A lick leads to a suck,
A suck leads 2 a fuck.
So tell me how many people are you going to smile at after you heard this because sex is like math...
You add the bed,
Subtract the clothes,
Divide the legs,
Leave your solution,
And pray you dont multiply...
Sex Object Between her legs, lies something thatMore Like This
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his fingers
where they do not belong.
What made these men think, she
is just a sex object, a toy that could be
put on display, and taken whenever they
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
Proud she is though, that she hasnt
given in, hasnt
Dark MotherBleed your colors to the ground,More Like This
let them swirl in the vortex of your breath.
The gathering chill escaped from your lungs
whispers the green earth into death.
Dark Mother, keep the spirits
you hold within your hands.
Souls eternally bidden,
soaked and seeped into the land.
Dark Mother, keep your fury
quivering deep within the ground.
Harm us not, but let us hear
the power of that sound.
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the sun falls from the sky.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Dark Mother, stir your cauldron
deep living waters of rebirth.
Wash clean this wretched wreckage
we have wreaked upon the earth.
Dark Mother, shall we reap
all that we have sown?
When spring returns will you be there?
to light our path toward home?
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the seasons slowly die.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Will you exhale a merciful breath,
to warm our world once more?
Or stop the wheel from turning,
leave us trappe
The breakupSo many directions,More Like This
So many doubts,
I'd have held you forever,
But you walked out,
Now I sit here crying,
Through paper and ink,
Holding my silence,
And starting to sink.
You pledged me your heart,
But now your gone,
So I shun my regrets,
And I have to move on.
Reminiscing and ReincarnationAlec sat briskly down upon the blank white sheets known as his bed at this Academy. Still dressed in an all black Tuxedo, he closed his eyes. Still, fresh in his mind as if she were right there, was Meava. Short, vibrant, red hair, those blue eyes that peeked into his soul, the wide-eyed way she had looked at him.More Like This
Who was she? Why did she matter?
In frustration, he briskly walked over to the door, his body feeling compelled to return, if only to see her once more. His hand wrapped around the smooth, brass knob before he pushed himself away.
He must be going insane. Who was she?
Oh Meava.. Beautiful Meava..
His soul felt tugged to her, his hands wanting to caress the delicate sides of her face, his eyes wanting to meet that timeless blue eyed gaze, his arms wanting to draw her near as if that of an old love..
He felt so strange, as if he'd known her before. Before.. When exactly? He was only seventeen.
Suddenly, a sensation filled hi
Her FirstThat all-too-familiar feeling of being hesitant teased at her heart. That feeling mixed with that of giddiness, of hope, of expectation, of curiosity, of fear. Who knew that a first kiss could lead to such a chaos of emotion?More Like This
She loomed outside the Band Room doors, her gaze peeking in every time the door swung open. Oh my, Oh goddess..
Entering from the opposite of the room, was him. Slightly taller than her, tousled light hair, playful eyes, an even more-playful, mischievous, crooked smile. She peeked at her boyfriend hesitantly, slowly stepping out from behind the door.
" Hey, Beautiful. "
She felt a familiar blush heat up her cheeks and run along her straight nose.
" H-Hey.. "
He grinned mischievously and slid his hand around hers', entwining their fingers. Gently, he led her away, through the doors and into another room. This new room had walls lined with dismissed band instruments, the uniforms on a hanger against the side wall. Slow
HeartlinesJuliana sat curled up atop one of the overstuffed cushioned chairs in the dusty, antiquated Academy library. Her almost green gazed flicked across the page, picking up subtle tidbits of information. She had her legs outstretched in front of her, her golden tinted hair falling into her face. She reached up to brush it behind her ear just before she felt the familiar feeling of Jayden's arms wrap around her waist. His warm breath caressed the back of her neck before he pressed his lips there softly.More Like This
" Jayden.. I do have to study. Our exam on the characteristics of Demons is on Friday! "
He ignored her and murmured against her neck, pulling her against him.
" Why would you need to study if you can just study my characteristics right now? "
Juli blushed softly and let out a disgruntled huff, tossing the book aside.
" You, Mr. March, are going to make me fail my exam. " She turned about, and wagged her finger in his face, scowling at him
Don't Tell a Soul +Deal pt 1+Soul slowly came to a stop in front of the large, metal gate. His head slowly lifted to look at the massive mansion. It was just as big as when he last saw it but somehow, even after he grew up, it still made him feel so small. The weapon couldn't help but touch the cold metal bars in his hands to verify that that exact moment was indeed real. He stared hard at the black bars in his hands; he couldn't get over the fact that it were these exact bars that held him captive for the majority of his miserable life.More Like This
The young boy's concentration was broken by the bright figures that passed him by. Soul couldn't help but grimace at the sight of the many glamorous adults as they walked up the stairs of the mansion. He finally broke the hold he held on the gate and made his way up the walk way. Soul quickly glanced down at his suit and black dress shoes; thinking it was a good thing he didn't throw them away after he found them in a suitcase from when he ran away from home a while back. And i