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Shifting your fingers through the rack of manga, you bop your head to your favorite song blasting in your ears. Popping the bubble gum in your mouth, you shift your weight grunting when you can’t locate the latest issue of your favorite manga. Ripping the headphones off your head, you let them hang around your neck. “Oi Kazuya where is my favorite manga eleventh edition I can’t find it.” You pout quickly thumbing through the rack again to double check. “Um [Name]-chan we actually sold the last copy this morning,” he trails off ducking back behind the counter placing the register between you all. Eyes widening you turn around, “W-what?” Sto...

"You tryin' to impress somebody?"Your slightly pursed lips twisted into a frown, your gaze flickering from your reflection in the bathroom mirror to your equally as dolled up friend. Clad in a witches hat and skin tight black dress, [Friend's Name] also adorned a knowing smirk while she leaned casually against the support of her prop broom. She may or may not have been more than slightly inebriated."I'm always dressed to impress," you retorted pridefully, attention turned back to the mirror to adjust the feline-like head-band and tousled your [colored] locks for a more voluminous look, "Halloween is no different."[Friend's Name] rolled her...

You were the secretary (and a Guardian) of the famous Vongola famiglia, but that was harder than you had expected. Of course, as the only women a life with only men was difficult for sure, especially if you fell for your boss, Vongola Primo, Giotto.But seriously, who wouldn't fall for such a man? He was kind, gentle, polite and had the purest heart on the Earth. And you know what? He liked you too!But there was a little problem. The problem was G. He didn't trust you at all and he believed, your feelings for Giotto were fake and just a 'girly fancy', because he was so influential. But he had absolutely mistaken you! Your feelings were real...

"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 every p...

Sebastian x Shy Reader:bulletred: Her Gentleman, Chess Piece- Conclusion :bulletred:  Lady Camilla Riverside had long since run out of tears to shed, but as she glanced back at the Phantomhive Manor one last time she felt her heart quiver within her chest. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she and (F/n) had arrived at the stately mansion side by side, and now she was leaving all alone. It had only been a week, and yet everything had changed. Camilla despaired at the prospects of her future, but at the same couldn’t help but feel relieved. After a lifetime of secrets and lies there was nothing left to hide. Every scrap and planned decepti...

THE ART THIEF MANUAL During my career as the „Perverted Art Thief Hunter” I have encountered various plagiarists. I don’t consider myself to be an uber N00B killer (Hell, it takes more than just one person to get the scum banned! So, teamwork, teamwork, teamwork!), but I’m no newbie. And I’d like to share my experience with you. Why? Some of you may find this essay simply amusing. Some may want to use it as a tutorial. Or just to compare my stories with their own. But let’s not focus on the introduction, and cut to the chase, shall we? TYPICAL ART THIEF LINES (and what do I think about them) “You’re just jealous!” Yes, I am… Of the origina...

How long was it since Crowley had a real birthday party? Maybe during his childhood, a very, very long time ago. Things were so different back then. The world was... beautiful. Without all those wars, those destroyed cities, and the demons roaming around. Little Crowley was freely enjoying his young human years, innocently playing here and there without any worries. But now, those days seemed so far. To the point that he even forgot, this morning, which day it was. December 5th. His birthday. Not that it mattered really much, since it would be a day like all others. The sun would rising upon the Nagoya City Hall, his current lair, just as ...

December 27. Your Christmas was less than fun, and you even had to been alone for it. You were walking to your local diner to grab some grub. You see that it is a ghost town; but one man eating a cheeseburger and extra large fries. You get an awkward feeling. "I-I don't like this." You grumbled to yourself as you nervously approached the counter."H-hello, How may I help you?"  A young man with curly locks waited on you by the bar. You order and take a seat. The man with the shake moves over to the seat next to your and slurps in your ear while gazing at you. Frustrated, you turn towards him."Excuse me? Can I help you?" You can feel your ey...

(Y/N) - Your name Altair x reader. Just Tell Her You walked along the streets of Jerusalem, close behind Altair. "Remind me again why you actually want to meet Malik?" He questioned. You sighed. Feeling a little annoyed at Altair, who seemed to hate introducing you to anybody, was he.....embarrassed by you? "Because, you don't seem to want me to meet him." You teased. "Why do you enjoy things, I don't particularly want to do?" He asked. "Can't have everything you're own way now, Alty." You're voice thick with sarcasm Altair gowned in annoyance. "Huh, watch it (Y/N)." Why did this girl have to be so annoying; so clever, why was she an assas...

        Silence reigned as Hoody stood inside the abandoned church, leaning against the artificial wall on the side of the altar used to hide the door leading to the small neighboring chapel. His eyes were closed, fingering a thick marker in his pocket.        Knock, knock.         His eyes popped open at the sound of knuckles rapping on a plaster wall two times. Soft footsteps padded out of the room, and only when he heard the creak of the chamber’s giant doors swinging shut did he finally depart his hiding spot. Dust covered nearly everything in the chamber, from the pews to the table on the altar. He headed straight for the pews on the...

Soul Fire a NaruHina fan ficVolume 1Chapter 1: First sparkThe noon day sun shone softly through the windows of Hinata's hospital room. It had been three days since she had awoken back in Konoha after her mission to the Land of Lightning. Though she and her team had recovered the stolen scrolls from the three rogue cloud ninja, the mission had been far from easy. Reaching for the glass of water beside her hospital bed, Hinata was reminded why she was there. She winced, clutching her abdomen as she felt fire shoot through her left side. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as it had been; at least she could walk around now without too much discomfo...

He did not care even to notice he wasn’t alone until he reached the shore of the large town, a flintlock pistol resting in loose fingers, the grip easy and his expression calm enough that one could easily assume he had no fears about his place on the beach that night. The entire place was deserted at first sight, the people of the town assuredly sound asleep in their beds; the sea remained at low tide, exposing much of the coastline itself. If he glanced behind himself he could still catch sight of his ship resting on the waters quite a distance away, although near enough that he didn’t feel, thank God, abandoned. Drawing a trembling b...

The evening was quiet.Francis heaved a deep sigh of impatience, moving both hands against one another in a vain effort to drive back the cold of winter. Every warm breath escaped his lips as a cloud of drifting, fading smoke, soft against the black sheet of the sky, obscuring his vision. He visibly flinched with every stifled crunch his shoes would create in the hardened, frozen ground, and at every snap of a twig beneath his weight as he continued almost wading his way through the depths of the freshly fallen snow, picking his feet over the mounds and observing them vaguely. He despised bitter nights like this with no mistake; even the ge...

Games 'n' Guys - South KoreaYou knocked on his door lightly , praying to god he wouldn't answer. You didn't feel that you were ready to confess. HOW where you going to confess? It's not like you could just go up to him and-Your thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open."Da-ze~! You look so pretty today, (Name)!" Korea gushed while staring at you at the other end of the threshold.A crimson blush appeared on your cheeks as you used the game case to cover your face. No matter how hard you tried to keep a 'tough guy' facade around everyone , it always crumbled around the ebony haired teen. His constant compliments never helped either...

You observed that after eating more than a dozen of cookies, which contained lots and lots of chocolate, you went to the state known as ‘sugar high’. You practically appointed Bokuto as the male version of Elsa, while Oikawa was the male version of Anna; reasoning ridiculously that it was because of their hair color. You three pranced along with the movie, belting the songs out of the top of your lungs and made extra scenes here and there. Ushijima and Daichi literally had to pin you to the couch from keeping yourself trying to ride the back of Moniwa who you said was Sven. Terushima quickly took advantage of the situation and offered to ‘...

“I’m late!” you told yourself as you were running through the airport, dragging your small suitcase behind you. “I’m so late!”     Your sister had told you exactly at what time you should be leaving. Somehow, you still managed to be late. She was getting married by the end of the week in your hometown– which was only three days away – and this afternoon were the dress fittings for the bridesmaids. She would kill you if you didn’t make it on time.     You had only just gotten your tickets and had but thirty minutes to get from one side of the airport to the other. You cursed softly, running through the halls of the airport as fast as you ...

Your back hit the ground hard, and you let out a loud huff as the air was expelled forcibly from your lungs. Not again! Groaning, you sat up and stared at the dark bay stallion that now stood facing you.“Damn it, Zorro, by can’t you just behave!”The horse simply stared back at you, whickering quietly. It almost sounded like he was laughing at you. You shot him a glare and struggled to your feet, dusting of your stark white pants, which were unfortunately not so white anymore. Whose idea was it to make white pants part of the uniform anyway? you seethed as you turned to catch Zorro’s reigns. He danced out of the way, snorting as you alm...

Tsukishima had a scrutinizing stare locked on you. You had been acting odd all week, and he just couldn’t figure out why. He tried to think out any rational scenario that could explain the reason you were acting the way you were, but the only logical solution he came to simply stressed him out more. Every explanation he thought of was cynical and distrustful and it all led to the same conclusion—you were losing interest in him. The thought upset him way more than he liked—and the fact that it upset him so much upset him even  more …And so began the cycle of stress.  Today you showed up at the gym as you normally would. You would come to wa...