The Mission Ch 4More Like This
Chapter 4: Denial
We got inside the class just in time for the class to start. Maka was about to walk to her usually seat when I suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her toward my seat.
Liz sat with Tsubaki and talked about something while she painted her nails. Kids sat with Patty, watching her draw a giraffe and complain about the lack of symmetry.
I rolled my eyes. Typical Kid, always complain about lack of symmetry.
Black*Star sat at beside my empty chair, resting his arms on the desk, probably sleeping.
‘’W-What are you doing?’’ She asked as I dragged her to my desk. Since Black*Star sat next to my seat, I would have to move him.
I slapped the back of his head and he immediately turned toward me. ‘’WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?! ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME SOUL EATER BECAUSE I CAN TAKE YOU ON AT ANY TIME!’’ I rolled my eyes. He knows fully well he wouldn’t be able to beat me.
‘’Get off, this chair is Ma
The Mission Ch 6More Like This
Chapter 6: Green light
Groaning, I started to slowly wake up by the smell of… eggs and bacon? Sitting up in my bed, starting to remember what had happened last night. I had met Maka and I had convinced her to become my meister. We had then run to her father’s place and gotten her stuff, oh it wasn’t pretty.
Opening and closing the door, we had walked inside of Spirits house. His house was filled with empty bottles of sake and… waits! Was that a condom?! That sick man! He had his freaking daughter in the house and he leaved it in this shape!
We walked into the living room and it was way worse. We were met by smell of cigarette smoke and his furniture was cheap and many of them were broken. Spirits house was all broken and I couldn’t blame Maka for wanting to get away from there.
Quietly, we sneaked inside Maka’s so called ‘bedroom’. All there was a filthy bed and a desk, which one of the legs were broken! And Spir
The Mission Ch 7More Like This
Chapter 7: Attention and new friendly bonds
‘’So should we take a mission right away after school is over?’’ Maka asked as she walked by my side. We had just gotten out of the Death Room and we were walking toward our second class; Meister/Weapon history with Miss Marie. I had always thought it was strange Stein never proposed to her, they have been together for I-don’t- know-how-long but it is time for him to propose to her. I know Marie is dying to become closer to him.
‘’Yeah we should. We do have gym class and resonance class and an easy mission as collecting Kishin eggs, we won’t be needing soul resonance for it.’’ We walked through the halls and I had my hands shoved down my pants pockets as usual.
‘’You have a point. I would be able to learn how to use you pretty quickly.’’ Maka giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. I smiled back at her as we entered the classroom
Runaway - PrologueMore Like This
It sounds so exciting, so dramatic, doesn't it? "I ran away from home"
People picture you actually running. As fast as you can go, as far as you can go, houses and streets and towns a blur around you as you run, heading towards an unknown destination, a new life, untold adventure. They imagine you feeling a rush of adrenaline as you do it, part excitement, part fear. The world is laid out in front of you, yours for the taking.
Frank didn't actually run. He walked, hadn't even had to sneak out of the house, no one had been home anyway.
And it wasn't even like he was running from anything. He just had that… Pull. He had to leave. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew he had to get away from the place he'd grown up in. The place he'd lived the first dull, if good, twenty years of his life.
He'd left a note. Said he'd call, though he had no intention of calling, not for a while anyway. He just wanted to get away.
Okay, yes. The adrenaline, that he would admit he fel
Christian and Gloria - CompromiseIt's a CompromiseMore Like This
Christian had fallen hard for a beautiful girl; he was drawn to her, as if by the strongest of magnetic currents. She was infectious and her smile could be described in a single word: intoxicating. She was strong, independent, laid-back, but fought hard when her beliefs were under attack. Her name was Gloria, and Christian found himself wanting nothing more than to be around her all the time.
As with anything worthwhile, there were complications. Gloria was a "church girl" and Christian was a highly outspoken atheist. He didn't care, however, as he had major respect for her and, surprisingly, wasn't concerned with the fact that she was a Christian. He was afraid that she wouldn't give him a second thought based on a his lack of belief, nevertheless, she seemed somehow different than all the other "religious" folks with whom he had been in contact.
He was thinking, as he sat alone on the concrete steps t
Dawning of Our Lives [St. Jimmy/Reader]More Like This
Note: Based off of “She’s a Rebel” by Green Day. For :iconStrawberryJellyfish:, who wanted a St. Jimmy reader-insert based off of that song.
“[name], we need to talk.”
Shooting your mother a questioning look, you lowered your foot and stood up straight, peeling your back off the wall. Your family was on its way to the new house, just stopping at a rest station for a few minutes.
“You know why we moved, right?”
“For the same reason we always do?”
She sighed before composing herself.
“Please, please,” she pleaded, “don’t get involved. Just don’t get involved next time. It’s not worth it.”
Despite how much she complained about your vigilantism, you knew she couldn’t sit still for long. Her taste for travel was unequalled, your taste for justice couldn’t be topped. Your family just used your antics as an excuse to move.
[She’s a rebel/She
Jimmy's Journal-13-FinalJanuary 1More Like This
I could have sworn I ran into you down on the street. You looked amazing, and you looked like you were having fun. But then it turned out to only be a dream. I know this note will never find you, but if it ever does, I just want to let you know that Im having fun too.
It seems like forever ago since she left. If my memory serves me right, she went away and then I took a different path, I think It was so long ago
It seems that she disappeared without a trace. I cant exactly remember how she left. I remember the face, but I cant recall the name It was something like I cant remember.
I made a point to burn all of the photographs, to shred all the letters, but shes in my head. Now, I wonder how what should I call her Whatsername has been. Did she ever marry ol Whatshisface?
From so long ago and in the darkest night I just cant remember. Remember whatever. I really cant
Jimmy's Journal-12Oct. 19More Like This
I have to leave the City of the Damned. I dont know how or when I have to, but I gotta get out. Something happened. Ever since Whatsername left, the City has been different. The City has turned into fuckin Jingletown. All the saints are turning into the Idiot America.
Tunny gave me a note from Mom the other day. It said Please call me only if you are coming home. I called her. The City is so much like Jingletown now, why not go back
I have to get out, but I dont know how. Theres one thing I know I can do, though. The only way out of this situation is in a body bag.
I. The Death of St. Jimmy
I gulp. I cant do this Im having one of those out of body experiences again. My heart is beating from me. I am standing all alone as I look out over the bay.
I dont want to go back to Jingletown, but I cant stay in the City of the Damned. I want to just waste time. I want to waste time as another
Jimmy's Journal-11Sept. 10More Like This
Summer has come and passed. I should be in school, now, but Im not. I dont want to have to deal with the world anymore. Wake me up when September ends.
I saw Tunny today. I havent seen him since I was nine and he was seventeen. Were stepbrothers, me and him. Tunny was our dads kid with his alcoholic first wife and won custody over Tunny. Then, Dad married my mom but when they divorced, Mom didnt want Tunny. Hes twenty-four now.
Dads dead. I dont know how Im supposed to deal with it. I mean, he is was my fuckin dad. God, almost seven years since I actually lived under the same roof with him seven years has gone so fast.
Fuck. I dont wanna deal with this right now. Everything from before Mom and Dad started fighting before Tunny would have to tell me that everything would be okay as Mom and Dad were screaming at each other in the hallways everything before that was bett
Roman Torchwick X Reader (Chapter 4)(Reader's point of view)More Like This
(OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO SPELL READER RIGHT UP THEIR X3)
I woke up and went to my classes,sometime during the day their was a break from class to go have free time. During that time I prepared myself to go search the place I was in yesterday,I put my (Weapon of choice) behind my back and searched for the place once again. I found it very soon and walked around to investigate.
Soon I was pinned down,I looked up "Blake?".
"You've already been captured once,I'd think you had the scene not to come back."
"Well I couldn't just forget about it!" I explained. Blake rolled her eyes "Please try to...And leave,you'll get hurt."
I sighed "So,why are you here then?"
Blake started to walk off toward the others.
"BLAKE! WHY ARE YOU HERE!" I demanded.
"Enough (Your name)" Blake growled quietly,continuing to walk off from me. "No! What is this?" I shouted,running towards her.
"(your name) Let it go,get back to Beacon and forget this ever happened." Blake sa
Roman Torchwick X Reader (Chapter 3)(Reader's point of view)More Like This
I walked over to the stray items in the far corner of the room,very quietly,trying to be silent as possible. I picked up a broken paper clip and ran over to start picking at the locked door. It seemed to be working,but then I realized that the broken item was to small to break open the lock. Great. I think I'm stuck here until Torchwick or one of his little White Fang brats comes after me. I hoped they weren't planning anything...
Then it occurred to me,what has happened to Blake? Was she out alright? Was she hurt? Was she possibly searching for me? I wished that if someone came after me it would be Blake or someone to take me back to Beacon. "Gotta get out,gotta get out." I muttered to myself as I paced around.
I heard the door click to an open,Blake?
No...It was a fanaus,but he didn't appear to be with the White Fang. "(Your name)?" He asked. "Yeah!" I said excitedly. "Come on!" He told me,he grabbed my hand and lead me away from there. It wasn't Beacon,but a
Roman Torchwick X Reader (Chapter 2)(Readers point of view)More Like This
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" I demanded as soon as I could speak again,"You had no business being here anyway!" Torchwick said angrily. "Tell me why you where here!". I sighed as I recounted how I had followed Blake here. "I was worried about someone who was running over to here...I didn't want her to get hurt."
"Who?" He asked but then a few seconds later thought about it. "That fanuas with the black bow?" I was confused,that sounded like Blake,but...Not a fanuas...Or was she? Now I needed to discover what Blake Belladonna may or may not me hiding from us. Also,if anyone knows why is one of those people Roman Torchwick? Thoughts wondered my head until he finally got annoyed and snapped me out of it,"Well?". I shrugged "I don't know any fanuas".
"That's what you think..." He said quietly as he walked out of the room and closed the door,I ran over to open it. Locked. Damn. Why was he keeping me here,I'm not a fanuas and he has nothing to necessarily keep me here
Roman Torchwick X Reader. (Chapter 1)(Requested by Lostsoullover)More Like This
(In point of view of the reader)
I walked through the door,just a bit scared to enter. Not of anything in general just...The worry you get when you start a new school. Let me put it this way if you've never done that,it's exiting and yet totally nerve wrecking at the same time. The fear of not knowing anyone or anything that you need to. Questions like 'what are the teachers like?' ,'Will I meet anyone?','What if it's to hard here?'. It didn't look to bad as I looked around at the people,some smiling,some not even paying attention. A girl was reading in a space that was kinda off from everyone else,a face of worry upon her. She could be concentrating but she looked like something else was on her mind too. I walked up to her quietly "Hi,I'm (First Name,Last Name)"
She looked up "Blake Belladonna" The girl said sounding a little annoyed. "Um...You look a little worried,you alright?" I asked,trying not to be to pushy. But if I could help her I would. "Nothing