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Every time you ventured out to the mall in search of a new outfit to wear, you found yourself standing alone in a stuffy little box with a reflective side with a girl staring back at you. She wasn’t someone you knew- but rather, a monstrous version of yourself… a hideous creature that could only be found in your wildest of nightmares. It would take a great deal of strength for you to stare her down until she went away, and then when that failed to do the trick, you’d have to take off the outfit that you had so meticulously scoured the store for  and change back into your raggedy old (f/c) sweater and worn-out jeans. You sig

           You'd been late to class earlier on purpose. You knew you would get detention for it but at least that meant that you would get the chance to be alone with your teacher. Yukio Okumura. He's the same age as you, but a very smart and talented guy... not to mention incredibly attractive, and kind and sweet, and funny. You had developed a crush on him the very first day of class, and had contemplated a confession for a long time. Although your often a very straight forward and brave person, when it came to someone you really liked, you could barely speak.            But today would be different. Even if you hadn't ever told someone h

You just moved to the UK. Your job had moved there so if they moved you moved. You were the co- president so you had to go or you would be fired. It took you a long time to get to that rank. You were a "Undertaker" as people called you. You were alway amazed by dead person's body. You loved your job and you always had to train the newbies that just started. "________." your boss called "Yes?" you turned around gracefully. "I have this man I want you to meet for me." he handed you an address. "Alright." you said putting the address in your pocket. ~~Next Day~~ You follow the address to this building that looked haunted. The sigh on the build

Hello! This story was a request from a DA follower of mine, but I hope you all like it :) Matt grunted as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom.  Another long night at work had had him exhausted. He didn’t even bother turning on the light as he got there, he just sat on the edge of his bed, took his boots, jacket, and shirt off and lied down. _____ was sleeping under the covers soundly, her chest rising up and down with every breath she took. Matt didn’t know if he should wake her up or attempt to cuddle up next to her. He hated that word, but there wasn’t a very manly way to put though. She needed all the sleep she could

        Tenor. That was the sound of the voice echoing through the little studio room. His voice, soon met with the subtle strums of an acoustic guitar. His chocolate bangs swung at the swaying of his head to the rhythm of the song. Pick between his thumb and index, he plucked the steel strings methodically. Singular notes complimenting each other as each ring passed by. This was only the beginning of the song, but his turquoise eyes shone with passion. For the song. For the song he had written with deep meaning. For her. Glance. His shimmering eyes were soon captivated by the being on the sleek grand piano. Her slender digits graced over

Every time you ventured out to the mall in search of a new outfit to wear, you found yourself standing alone in a stuffy little box with a reflective side with a girl staring back at you. She wasn’t someone you knew- but rather, a monstrous version of yourself… a hideous creature that could only be found in your wildest of nightmares. It would take a great deal of strength for you to stare her down until she went away, and then when that failed to do the trick, you’d have to take off the outfit that you had so meticulously scoured the store for  and change back into your raggedy old (f/c) sweater and worn-out jeans. You sig

(A/N: Sadly, I have to make Reader-chan look similar to Haru b/c in this you are his little sister.) Your plane landed smoothly onto the runway, and you stared out the open window. You were home; back in Iwatobi. You grabbed your carry on and were ushered off the plane, went through the usual airport security, retrieved your large luggage and looked around for the familiar blue eyes accompanied with an emotionless face. "(F/N!)" A voice called, echoing through the empty terminal. Your eyes searched for the voice and landed on an olive haired, built teen with soft green eyes. Standing beside him, your emotionless brother, Haru, silently wave

                                                                                                                                                     (Your P.O.V)  "Ah yes! I finally get to get some shopping done at the new Expo Mall! Maybe this will take my mind off of him." You thought as you put some of your shining (H/c) hair behind your ears. "Can't believe that jerk cheated on me. I'm more furious than depressed about it then anything." You looked over all the stands, nothing has caught your eye. "Hmm maybe If I find the map of the mall I'll find something I'd want to buy." You walked all over the first level looking for that damned ma

This is from my old account. Your relationship with Desna and Eska was less than perfect. You had known the twins for a number of years and yet sometimes they still confused you. You first met Desna and Eska when you were sent to the city to live with your grandparents in hopes that you could learn waterbending and healing. From the moment Desna and Eska found you sitting alone as a child when you first arrived there was something special there between you three. Over the years the twins had become possessive of you especially Desna. Whenever you were around other boys your age or just people who weren’t him and Eska he would get irri

coffee. | barista!makoto tachibana х gn!reader Soulmate!AU in which your soulmate's first words to you are inked on your wrist. “Sousuke, I don’t want to,” you stated as the larger man pulled you toward the small coffee shop at the corner. “Come on, it’ll only take a while. I just want my drink,” Sousuke urged. To be perfectly honest, you don’t like coffee. It was too bitter to your liking, even with all the sweeteners you put in. But of course, your close friend chose to be a total coffee addict. Sousuke does know about your intense dislike for all things coffee, but he can’t help it if

    Hate    If there was anything Ayato hated more than his father, it would be people that were like his father.    And [f/n] [l/n] fitted the description perfectly.    She was kind to others, even when they were cruel. She took care of Aogiri Tree like a mother, even winning Tatara's appreciation. She cracked jokes and pulled pranks on people, letting their worries slip away. She had a good head on her shoulders, and she was always one step ahead of everyone. Hell, she was even beautiful too! She could make someones day just by smiling.    But what really urked Ayato the most was her patience. She was probably the most patient being

Tadashi stretched as he combed through his hair, placed his cap back on his head, and stepped out the doors of his lab. He yawned, the night was anything but young and Aunt Cass was probably waiting up for him. As Tadashi exited the main doors, he saw you sitting on a nearby bench and playing on your phone. Suddenly, two hands covered your eyes and a mysterious voice spoke over your shoulder, "Guess who?" You smiled, immediately knowing who it was. “Tadashi, what are you still doing here?” You asked, grinning widely at him and removing his hands gently. You watched him as he stepped around the bench to sit with you, spreading hi

“Tsukki, why don’t you help [Name]-chan out?” Said blonde male gave his freckled companion a blank look, his eyes flicking back and forth between him and said female. The pair watched as she tried to reach for a library book on one of the top shelves, her arms outstretched far above her head in a vain attempt to snatch the piece of literature she needed. She was cursing quietly to herself, her fingertips barely brushing up against the book’s cover. After a while, she decided to try hopping in place in another attempt to retrieve the book. It was obvious to the two of them that she would never reach it like that. R