Lipstick Tutoring"Lucy! Lucy!" whined the pink haired guy next to the said person who was currently trying not to be annoyed by the person who she was responsible for tutoring. It was at the beginning of the first semester when Mirajane, their homeroom teacher requested that Lucy would tutor Natsu with the obvious compensation at the end of the year if Natsu passed his classes with good scores. Since the two had been childhood friends since elementary, and Mirajane knew she could trust Lucy to whip her childhood friend into getting a passing grade.More Like This
The duo was in the library and was supposed to study for the upcoming major exam that was tomorrow, but Natsu kept on disturbing her from focusing on her study guide while distracting himself in the process. Lucy grabbed one of her fairly large textbooks from her book bag before slamming it into Natsu's head while leaning over the table that was in between them. Now some people who were in the library might have thought that was overkill, but the person who
Getting Caught in Cupid's Crossfire: Part 1“C’mon Ichigo!! If we men band together during this time of the year, there’s no way we can fail!”More Like This
Ichigo quirked an eyebrow at his…how would he classify his relationship with Shinji? In some ways, he would say Shinji had been something of a mentor to him what with his assistance and guidance in training Ichigo to control the Hollow inside him. On the other hand, Ichigo just couldn’t bring himself to respect the guy as a mentor because of all the stupid stuff that would spew out of his mouth from time to time, like Shinji claiming that Orihime was his first love and things like that. Obviously, he was more than an acquaintance but he was definitely not quite a friend. So, while there were so many words that could somewhat describe his connection to Shinji…well, he was getting side-tracked.
Right now, Ichigo was trying to come up with an excuse not to go along with Shinji and his hair-brained scheme this Saturday night, which also happened to
One Of THOSE Nights ~ Dirk x ReaderMore Like This
Okay, what the fuck? I thought, attempting to roll over. I was greeted with a familiar face. Dirk fucking Strider was on my futon. Asleep next to me. My head pounded with a hell of a hangover, and I tried to remember what the hell had happened last night.
I registered the fact that I was in a skimpy pair of shorts and a tanktop. My mind screeched at me, No good, go change, you, slutty clothes, and Dirk Strider should not mix!!!
I made a move to get up.
Dirk made a sleepy groaning noise and yanked me back down.
“No. Sleep.” Dirk’s voice was clouded with drowsiness, and I had to admit, it was pretty damn incredible to see him like this.
“I need ibuprofen and coffee. Get off me, Dirk.” I sat up again, only to be met with the same reaction as last time. When I came back down, however, Dirk wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me in closer to him. He was stupidly warm and comfortable.