Acting-luver

"Son?" Isshin Kurosaki knocked on his sons door with a determined look on his face as he tried to figure out why his son had locked himself in his room for two whole days. Rukia was back now so he didn't see the point in his son acting like what the "youngsters" called an "emo". "Son-" "Go away dad! I don't want to be bothered." Ichigo's voice reverberated through the door as Isshin ruffled his hair in frustration as he thought to himself kids were a handful.  "Are you sure? We can talk about it-" Suddenly a loud scream like that of a girl was heard as Isshin kicks down the door to see a sad sight. Rukia continued to shake the pal

Orchid - a symbol of peace Eyes close. Breaths quick. Your heart races. 1...2...3... And it comes again. You wince, a needle of anxiety piercing your chest, and the cold, paralyzing feeling peels throughout your rigid body. 1...2...3... Again. 1...2...3... And it comes again. But, you stay. You sit and face those thoughts. The only way to conquer a fear you manifested is to turn and face it. It hurts. God, did it hurt. With a quiet gasp, you reach out into the darkness, the chaos of fear plaguing you so. You silently beg for a savior, anyone, anything to shake you. Then, a warm hand encircles your own. Jolting from your sense

Forever My Silent Protector Yuu Kanda Chapter 1: Love into Strength Reader P.O.V I sighed exhaustively as I pulled myself up. “That was a great warm-up for training.” Klaud said as we stood atop of the cliff. I had bent over to catch my breath. “Just…another great…warm-up…- woo *cough* *cough* hoo” I said mockingly standing up. She had stomped her foot and I took a step back in intimidation. Just when I thought she’d explode into one of “If you put that much effort into whatever instead of those comebacks “rants she simply turned around with a wide and bright……gr

Prologue Many years ago, when people believed in magic and that sort of things, there was a girl—maybe between sixteen and seventeen—this girl had a very deep secret that she kept for so long she can’t even remember when it started. She told me that magic is a very dangerous profession, especially in those times when people burned you for being a mere witch. Oh! It was so unfair…so awful, so hard to be burned alive that we couldn’t take it and killed everybody in that horrible town. Tell me, what happens when all you trusted, all you believed, all you loved and cherished, turn their back to you and leave you

   This was normal, right? The Bad Touch Trio have been close to her ever since the dawn of time--well, that was exaggeration. The sensual taunts or the not-almost-P.D.A.-P.D.A. towards their female bud were normal. (Name)'s usual irritation or annoyance towards them whenever they did was normal.   So, why did Antonio Carriedo think that it wasn't?   "Boys! If you don't get your bottoms down, I will eat all of your breakfast!" (Name)'s voiced roared from downstairs. Yes, the four of them were sharing the same flat together.   At first, it was unusual whenever one of the guys would be home by 7 in the morning. However, the (colour)ette w

“Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, oh, how I wonder where you’re at!” Your slender fingers ran through the knots of soft yarn, resting snuggly in your lap. You wrapped a loop around your index, pulling it tightly. The gentle fibers tickled the heightened web of nerves behind the barrier of your skin. A quiet chuckle bubbled in your throat. “Master Break, what are you saying?” ”Up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky!” The tinkling of glass and soft clicking of his heels signaled his approach. The web of yarn between your needle and fingers was ripped away from your grasp. “Wai

[ Dirk x Reader, Dirk's POV ] (Idea taken from here: apharthurkirklands.tumblr.com/post/83699126169/) I lived in a world of black & white. It was simple, really. Too simple for my tastes. Everything looked the same, nothing stood out to me. It was all just a bunch of grays, but I couldn't help it. I didn't know of anything else. I heard that with love comes color. Color. I didn't know what that was, and neither did anyone else who wasn't in love. When you met your soulmate, they'd say, you would see color. Blues, Reds, Yellows, everything in between. I didn't know what that meant. Have you ever tried to describe Red to someone? It's d

                 You'd only left the room for a couple minutes, five at the most. You know its late but you didn't expect him to pass out on his bed the way he did. Its not like he hasn't fallen asleep in front of you before but still. You sighed and couldn't help but smile softly at the sight. Rin, one of your now close friends, is sprawled out on his bed, snoring softly. You'd only just met him a few months ago when he transferred into the cram school. But you have to admit he's one of your favorite people. You may even go as far to say that you kinda have a small crush on him. Thank god Yukio said he was going to have to work late tonight

Well I am sorry to say, that is no real Rogue encounter with Reader-chan in this one. But I hope you like it anyway, because you get introduced to my self developed magic (okay my brother came with the idea but I made something about that)! Tell me what you think :) ---- The Bivalvia Magic is an art that is quite unknown in Fiore. Everywhere in the world there are pearls scattered, which are harder to find, like a Golden Key or the dragons. These pearls are harboring a wonderful secret. Under the name “Siren tears” or “Pearl of the siren” they emit a magical aura that can give the wearer magical powers. It is a kind

"Migliorare" The act of improving, mending, and to ameliorate. --- "Please train me," you pleaded, tears threatening to drip. "I need to find who killed my parents" "What will you do when you find who killed them?" You froze. What would you do? Kill them? No that's too cruel even if they did kill your parents. Tsuna stared at you with stern eyes. You opened your mouth to speak. You closed it. You didn't know what to say. Speechless The guardians of Vongola watched you sink to your knees. They knew this would happen. It was to be expected. Getting involved with the mafia resulted in the deaths of people you treasured. "Hibari," Tsuna

"Ehy (Name), you all alone today?" Stanley Queener asked, leaning up against the brick wall with his two chums. (Name) ignored them, buckling her shoes before standing up. She tapped the toes of them on the concrete, lodging them into place before beginning her walk back to 221B. "Oi, pig!" Stanley shouted, pushing himself off the wall and following the girl, his goons at his side. "Why are you always hacking on me Stanley?" (Name) sighed, spinning on her heel to face the three. "Because you're a waste of precious air, no mate." Stanley laughed. (Name)'s hands clenched into fists at her sides. She took a long and deep breath to calm herself d

Cramps “Kitten?”’ calls a voice through the house. You groan and turn over, feeling the pounding headache get worse as you hear your flush crush coming in. It suddenly sinks in and you want to die ; Cronus Ampora was about to see you on your period. How embarrassing was that? He was your crush for Christ’s sake ; and a boy, at that! Blood rushing to your cheeks, you look around the room and see a bottle of Ibuprofen and Midol and other menstrual- related healing pills and chocolate wrappers all over the room. It didn’t helping that you were in sweatpants and your hair was in the messiest, crappiest bun known to

           "Maybe you two are just not meant to be". Kyouya spoke out of turn. You sighed looking down. "Yeah...Maybe" You said staring at the auburn haired boy across the room. He seemed to glance at you, then look at his twin brother. Then away again. You were wondering what has happened in the last two weeks... You and Kaoru used to be so close... You've been with the host club for awhile though. However, you weren't one of the crazy obsessed fan-girls that make appointments to see the hosts. You just show up to hang out with Haruhi. Which obviously meant that you were in for a trip when it came to the hosts. You were calm and usually shy

It was a cold night in New York. You were working late tonight at the diner, some little kids decided that it would be fun to throw cake around. Since you were the newest member to the diner family, you were the one assigned to clean up the mess, making you stay later than the normal time. “Thank you (y/n)!” Your boss shouted to you as you walked out of the diner, “I’ll make sure you get that bonus!” You laughed and waved goodbye before putting in your earphones and starting the journey back to your warm home. You tugged your coat closer to your body as a cold chill ran down your spine. You looked behind you as

You were assigned one of the most difficult tasks to do on the Red Haired Pirates’ crew- 'Captain Sitting'. Few could perfect this art. But, it had to be done. After all, it was kind of your fault that Shanks discovered the wonders of caffeinated booze. Flashback "Ugh, coffee is disgusting!" Shanks cried out as he ran over to the sink to wash out his mouth of the vile black liquid. You peeked up from reading the newspaper. "Weren't you the one who said, “Everything is better with booze"?" You questioned. "(Y/N), you're brilliant!" "...shit." End of Flashback "Land ho!" A voice cried out. Kuraigana Island was just within vie

On a small island in the Grand Line, there was an outbreak of thieving and destroying. You were on that island, trying to protect it. Your home town, Aomizu. The pirate Buggy was destroying it and taking all that was valuable to you and the island. Buildings were on fire and people were slowly dying. Soon there was nothing left to protect. Everything was destroyed and everyone had died. Everyone but you. "GYAHAHAHA! Good job boys! Let's take that girl wit us too! She has some pretty strange powers She could fetch for a fair price!" Buggy laughed, directing his followers at you. Your eyes widened in fear. "NO!" You screamed, throwing your ar

Part 1: Encounter (name)-reader or OC (h/c)-hair color (e/c)-eye color            You loved to go dancing at clubs since you were 17. It was your twenty-third birthday and your friends were either drunk, with drunk guys, or getting frisky with drunk guys. Ever since you stepped into the club you’ve felt a pair of eyes watch you from somewhere, but whenever you looked around, people were drinking, cheering to the music, or dancing; you felt your best friend’s hand on your shoulder hard as she said and you could easily tell she was drunk, “Wha-what’sh woring (name)” “Nothing and you’re so drunk. C

Tongue Tied HikaruxReader "Don't take me tongue tied, Don't wave no goodbye." "Let's play the 'Which One is Hikaru Game'!!" Many girls squealed with excitement at the so-called 'adorable devils'. Okay, every girl. Every girl except you that is. Unlike ever other girl in the room, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "Remind me why I have to come here again." you told your cousin, Kyoya. Kyoya chuckled and pushed up his glasses. "Unless you'd like to walk home, your best option is to wait here until my car arrives." Letting out a defeated groan, you slumped into a velvet chair. "Curse you, mother..." you muttered to yourself. After

         Okay, this time you would get him to come over. You lean out your window, setting the sushi dish in the shade. "Come here handsome kitty." You murmur. The black cat's ear swivels toward you, but he doesn't look over. "Come on now, I got you sushi." You smile lightly. He looks over with grumpy silver eyes at that. His gaze goes to the plate and he stands, stretching slightly before stalking over from the neighboring roof, stepping onto the ledge where you had placed the plate. "Finally..." You murmur as he settles in to eat. This was good enough for you and you sit back down at your desk to finish your homework. This cat has been hang

Takes place four years after the events of Big Hero 6 Standing in the hallway of the robotics building, you bite your lip as your hand hovers hesitantly over the handle to Hiro’s lab.  The green light over the key pad indicates to you that the door is unlocked, so all you have to do is open it and walk inside, but your nerves are getting the better of you.  With a deep breath, you push open the door and step inside.  Your boyfriend is hunched over his desk working on his latest electronics project.  He glances up when you enter.  When he sees that it’s you, he smiles in greeting before turning back to his

My Boyfriend, the Freelancer 3: Agent North Dakota - Imaginings A bland look was on your face as you watched South storm her way out of the room after yet another one of her infamous hissy fits. You watched her go before turning to say to North. “I can’t stand your sister.” North snorted and moved over to sit next to you, laying an arm across the back of your seat. “You know, if you marry me you’ll be stuck with her.” “Doesn’t mean I’d have to like it.” North could only shake his head with an amused chuckle, only speaking after a few moments of silence. “So you’re

             You can hear something. Shouting and loud crashes. When was the last time you heard something? You can't even remember.             "Hey, Finn!" A male voice yells. "I found something!"             "Jake I think its, a someone, not a something." Another guys voice says. You can hear things being moved away. "Hey, are you alive?"             Something slid open, a glass door or something. A pair of arms lift up your upper body into a sitting position. You open your eyes slowly, the light nearly blinding you. When was the last time you were awake? You squint and try to see who woke you up.             "Y-Y-Yes," you say hoarsel

      You look quietly out of the old and rusting bus. Your brother,  Farkas Van Helsing but everyone calls him Van Helsing or Helsing, never Farkas, sat beside you looking very bored.    You are on your way to Gravity Falls, a sleepily little town in the middle of no where, as you brother put it so plainly. Your (e/c) eyes studied each and every tiny detail of the outside world.   Van Helsing leaned back in his seat, his brown and black hair stuck out from under the old leather hat, that hat I said to have been pasted down from the very first of the Helsing family. He has on a black leather trench coat with many belts and pockets on it,

Grief shows itself in many forms: a person may withdraw from everyone and hide away, pretending their sadness doesn’t exist. A person may wear their sorrow like a mask and its costume, always crying, shoulders slumped as if carrying a heavy burden, eyes sunken in, red and puffy, watery. Someone might lock it away, allowing it to fester and soil inside them, as it seeps out in ugly, angry, disappointed ways. Watching someone you cherish dearly in the midst of grieving can be an extremely difficult sight. You want to cuddle them close or offer them words of special comfort or press a magical button that will immediately relieve them of th

Chapter 1: The Future of HYDRA So goddamn white. That’s all you can think of while you lie here. The walls, the floor, the windowpane holding a blurred piece of glass you can’t see out of, all white. It reminds you too much of the mental hospital for you to be comfortable. Your body aches uncontrollably, and you wish you had the energy to get up and go to that window. Wipe against the glass like you have a thousand times before, as if this time it will actually make it clear enough to see through. But no such luck. They just finished up with today’s tests on you, and you need to build up enough will to hold yourself toget

Your heart nearly stopped beating when he walked in. He was here. The Wolverine. Logan. You nearly ran up to him and tackled him in a hug, but a voice in your head held you back. He doesn't remember, Y/N. You need to give him time. He didn't remember? Tears welled up in your eyes as he walked right past you, only giving you a quick glance. What happened to him? You knew the Professor was still in your head, and would answer you. I don't know, my dear. I know you'll want to tell him everything, but sometimes the mind needs to discover things for itself. He just needs some time. Only one thing came to your mind. Stryker. He had to have done

      You rested your arms on the bar, occasionally scanning the patrons. It was especially gloomy in the bar tonight from the past 4 murders that had all happened in the span of a week. People spoke in hush tones eyeing each other suspiciously. You lived in one of those small towns where everyone knew each other so your chances of knowing the murder were high.      You twirled your (h/l) (h/c) with your fingers waiting for closing time so you could finally head home. Your twin sister had your car so you would have to walk but she had made sure you carried mace with you since you fit the same criteria as the other murder victims.      You

        You hadn’t realized it before due to the fact that you were too caught up fighting, but it was too late before you could have done anything when the match was over. The rain was unexpected for you, but it was clearly shown it was going happen considering how dark clouds started to loom the skies a few minutes ago. But you didn’t look up at all during the battle that finished minutes ago, only looking straight ahead at the enemy team. Sadly you didn’t wear the appropriate attire for this weather, you only dressed up thinking the sun was going to shine all day. If you don’t move fast, you’re going to be com

                “Masayuki,” [Name] called out, lightly tugging on the sleeve of her best friend, who was furrowing his brows at Kashima, who was nearby. She could tell that Hori was slowly getting furious but was holding his temper, for her sake; he never liked showing violence in front of her, always being extra careful to suppress his anger whenever Kashima would vex him from her irresponsibility.                He turned to face the girl, who was almost as tall (or rather, short) as him. “Hm?” he hummed a reply, while trying to get his full attention on her. He hated the flirtatious antics of Kashima, and it was h