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"Arg!" A table flew across the room, as many of Near's coworkers tried to move out of the way, heaving a sigh of relief when the table missed them by a few inches and hit the wall behind them with a loud bang. Turning to face the white haired male, (y/n) crossed his arms and pouted. "Okay... I don't know who it was..." He admitted, as his cheeks began to glow a soft pink with embarrassment. Near glanced up from his dice and spared (y/n) a look of pity, before turning back to his stacking. "It was the daughter." "Ah, are you serious!" (Y/n) exclaimed, clenching his head tightly as he cursed in every language he know, which was actually quite

 ==> Be the scared male. Thunder clapped outside and you flinched, glaring at the glass sliding door to your balcony. The drapes were wide open, framing the glass nicely in its red beauty. You would have taken a moment to admire your wise choice in drapery (though you had help from your best friend), but you were more focused on the situation at hand. Or rather, the emotion. It was that of fear. You typically refused to let your fear show through, the defencelessness it held with it was humiliating, but this was an exception. A very good one, at that, you had to admit. A storm was raging outside and the curtains were wide open, fully displayi

“TOGAMI I WANT TO GO TO THE SHOPS!” Byakuya Togami was lying flat on the ground, the chair he had been sitting on just moments before lying next to him. “And why are you telling me?” The taller boy asked, attempting to get up before the shorter pounced on him. “Because you’re going to come with me!” The blond tried to shove the small boy to the side, failing due to his badly-disguised concern over actually hurting him. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.” “But Togamiiiiiii! I can’t go on my own! That’s boring!” “I’m sure there are plenty of

He really wasn't sure how it happened, one minute  he was walking home from school, the next, Sissy had convinced him to watch the hunger games, he had heard a lot of talking about it, but if it was anything like those vampire mushy films his sisters liked, there was no way he was going to watch it. So why was he sitting on her couch watching the film?, because what happened shortly after he rejected seeing it and asked why on earth she would ask him of all people. Sissy simply replied "It has violence" she didn't need to say anymore. However, to Johnny, the beginning was boring, a girl, he thought her name must of been catnip or

 Dear Prussia, How are you? Are you unchanged? As for me, I have recently released a new brand of beer. If you give me a reasonable amount of how much you want, I will send you and your brother some. Sincerely, [Country Name] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear [country name], Hey frau! Ja, I'm still as awesome as ever., what the hell is that supposed to mean? And a reasonable amount? Hmm.. Maybe.. fifty cases of thirty? Would that be under 'reasonable'? I say so. The awesome me can drink most of that by myself! West might want some though.. So maybe a hundred cases? That would be awesome! How have things been over there? Sincerely, The Awesome Prussia

        For the forth time this hour, your phone began to ring. You already knew who it was, so there was really no point in digging it out of the cushions of your couch. “I should just turn that thing off. This is getting really annoying.” The calls had been going on for days now. Actually, they'd been coming in ever since you made the mistake of kissing him at that stupid party. When the phone stopped ringing, you looked at the caller ID and confirmed your suspicions, it was Near, again. Ever since that day he'd wanted to meet with you. It wasn't that you didn't like Near, but the idea of being interrogated over something so tri

England knew that every time his ex-charge, America, came over, they would end up going to Mcdonalds. It was practically a tradition for the American. England would insist that his home cooking was delicious and they should just stay home and eat, but America thought otherwise. "Iggy, haven't you figured out you can't cook?" America said after England tried to feed him blackened mush that was supposed to be curry. England growled, hitting him with a wooden spoon. "I can bloody cook, idiot!" He had such a short temper. America winced as the wooden came into contact with his arm. Ow. He rubbed the sore spot. "Let's just go out to eat. I'll pay.

Hey, John's Sister by Dave Strider Two, three, four Hey, Hey there Harley Hey there Harley My Deep Black Shades, Sitting neatly on your sweet eye frame, Gog knows I can't forget you, your smile it never failed to blow my mind Your green eyes gleam My time with you feels like a dream I'll always dream I know it's unexpected But with you I feel perfected For all of my life Hey, John's Sister Have you heard my mix-up on the radio, stereo That way you look ain't fair you know Hey John's Sister I just wanna spend all of my time with you Tonight Hey, Hey there Harley Hey there Harley Like Space and Ti-i-i-ime It's only right w

 "(Y/N)! There's my favorite human," Izaya said, "You're different from everyone else. I like those those cute little ears that are always sitting on the top of your head." "What do you want, Izaya?" you asked. "Who? You mean me?" Izaya asked, pretending to be shocked. "Yes, you!" you said, "You're always asking me to be a part of some stupid scheme of your, which almost gets you killed by Shizuo and I get hit with a vending machine from time to time." "No, (Y/N)-kun, not this time," Izaya said, "I just wanted to know if you'd want to come with me to the Russian Sushi restaurant, that's all. I promise." Using your tail, you grabbed h

Just a dream. (Jeff the KillerxReader) ----------- "___." A voice rang out, slicing the uncomfortable silence that was driving you crazy. You looked up from your book and let out a small gasp. It can't be... Three feet away from you, stood a young man, about your age, with dilated pupils, ash like rings around his eyes, white as snow skin, and raven black hair that reached the top of his back. He was... Somewhat handsome. Despite his mouth that was stretched into a bloody red smile. He wore a white hoodie and black jeans and some converse sneakers. He walked towards you as every second passed. The distance between you two was fading. Your h

Banging your head against a table, you groaned in anger. How hard was it to write lyrics?! Apparently very hard, or at least, for you that is. You lifted your head, turning it a little to stare out the window. What were you looking at? You had no idea. You were just looking for inspiration, so at this point anything would do. Since you were far to wrapped up in find any form of inspiration, you failed to notice a certain bluette tip toe up to you. Hell, you didn't even notice until he covered you eyes with his hands. "Guess who!" "Kaito..." You muttered, annoyed only by the fact you still cold get inspired. "Haha! No~!" He chuckled. "...

  Emil floated near to the surface of the water, the silvery-white strips of hair blocking his violet eyes slightly as he sat in wait under the calm ocean water below him.   Looking a bit in front and upward, he glared towards a cliff which stuck out of the watery depths. Many of his people had warned him to stay weary while around here for this was the symbol of the border between those who thrived in the sea, and those who lived on land.   Emil never told them though that the reason he would come to the border nearly every day was to see her. In the distance, a figure became visible on the border-marker.   The wind wa

She's five and he's six and they meet for the first time in Preschool. He uses her crayons without asking, and what comes after that lands them both sitting on the sidewalk by the teacher during recess. She glares at him and he glares back through silver-framed glasses that catch the sunlight now and then. The teacher snaps at them and tells them to stop looking at each other, that they're in trouble and that she doesn't need them to get into another fight on the first day of school. Slowly but surely, they becomes friends and he shares his snacks with her and she permits him to use her crayons without her throwing sloppily aimed punches at

Draco gritted his teeth, aggressively chopping a piece of ginger in an attempt to distract himself. He was getting seriously annoyed. __y/n__, his crush, whom he had no right to be possessive over but was anyway, was talking to Potter. Stupid, annoying, everyone’s-hero Potter. It really shouldn’t have made him as angry as it did; you weren’t dating, you didn’t know of his feelings, you didn’t even talk to each other that often. But still, it did. He wanted to walk right up there, kick Potter out of his chair, and kiss you senseless. Which, in all honesty, was a terrible plan. But his anger was growing and

         “Komui, this has seriously gone on long enough. My roof could have been fixed weeks ago if you wanted it to be. The only reason you haven't sent someone up there to fix it is because you enjoy tormenting people. Do you know Kanda has completely stopped talking to me because things have gotten so awkward.” You slammed your fist into his cluttered desk, knocking over a large stack of papers as you did. “Are you even listening to me?” Komui looked up at you with his coffee cup pressed to his lips. “”I'm sorry, were you saying something? I'm rather busy with all this paper work you just knocked over.

ѕєℓƒιєѕ ƒσя уσυ "A week...?" Nagisa mumbled Rei not liking the way the word rolled off of his tongue, the word 'week' suddenly sounding dirty and unclean when spoken by Nagisa. Averting his gaze to push his glasses further onto his nose (though Rei knew they could move no further) to avoid looking directly at Nagisa. The boy with his wheat blond hair looked at him sadness that was soon hidden by a thick layer of wool (Nagisa's smile acting as the wool) from Rei's eyes when Nagisa spoke. "It can't be helped Rei-chan! Family is important!" Nagisa jumped up from Rei's

An hour later Bill finally came out of the shower and into Dippers room. Dipper flinched when the demon pressed his hand on the teens head to lean over and see what Dipper was doing. He had neatly organised papers on the desk along with some textbooks. The teen moved one side of his headphones off, "Pine Tree, what are you doing?" Bill leaned over even more. Dipper gave a bland roll of his eyes and shooed Bill off him so he could stand up. The teen got up and stretched, soon after taking off his headphones and placing them on the desk, "I was studying while waiting for you," he yawned and walked over to his closet and searched for cloths to

Chapter 4      Your ___ colored eyes widened. He had figured so much out without your help, and he had done so much.... yet he had still made time to watch 'The Exorcist' and stay by your side. "What did the letter say and what was in the package?" you asked. He placed his stack of tarot cards on the floor and flipped the top card before setting it aside. Near did this with two more cards before looking up at you. "The letter was meant to be read specifically by L. As a summary, it said that L works way too slow and that more deaths than necessary are taking place due to him. The letter also said that this had happen