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Kid X Reader 2Kid X Reader 2
'So bored!' You think letting your hid hit your desk in boredom. Stien had told you to sit beside Crona and the kid just sat there mumbling about how she doesn't know how to deal with you siting by him. The first time it was sort of cute, now you just want to punch him in the nose. It does get irritating after awhile...
As if on cue, the bell rang sparing you. It was the bell for lunch, and boy were you glad to be out of Stiens' class. The bad news is, you don't know where to go to eat. But you are saved when Maka who is followed by Soul, walks over to you.
"Hello (name)-chan. Soul and I were wondering if you'd like to eat lunch with us and our friends." Maka says smiling. You slip a notebook into your bag before looking to her with a smile, and nodding.
"Sure, I'd like that." You say. They lead you out of the room, and you mentally sigh in relief as they show you to the cafeteria. That was the one place Kid failed to sho
He was cool to me, ever scince I met himSoul Eater Evans, that was his name. He wasn't your ordinary looking teenaged boy. He had white hair and red eyes, and that wasn't the only reason why I fell in love with him. He was the kind of person to tell it to you straight and call you out on lies. He was really sweet as well, he cared about my feelings and he asked me if I wanted to hang out with him. He was the first person to acknowledge me at the DWMA, and that is one of the reasons why I have remembered him to this day. But this was only one, the other was he was sitting next to me the entire time I wrote this story. And for that I am grateful, that way I didn't have to explain it to him. He truly is sweeter than he'll admit.
He didn't want me to keep that sentence, it was 'uncool'. And so was that one...
Today is my first day at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, otherwise known as the DWMA. As I walk up the stairs that go on continually, I have only one thought in my mind; 'How many stairs ar
Death Note Online Chat(A Small Change For A While)
Death Note Online Chat (A Small Change For a While)
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Soul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven Tsubaki
“Well, now, let's see. It's been quite a while since we let one of our young men be in control. So, to change things up, and do that, shall we?” Lord Death came straight to you, pulling you up to where he kept the items. “Go ahead now, don't be shy.”
After rubbing your now soar ear, you placed your hand inside the basket and pulled out an item. It was a small card that read “vote for Blackstar”. “Um, I really hope this doesn't belong to Blackstar. Because if it does, I'm going to sit this one out.”
“Oh no, that's mine actually.” Tsubaki stood up from her chair and shyly walked over to you. “I just keep those with me everywhere I go, and I had a few extra, s-so.” She shuffled her feet nervously. “I understand if you don't want to play though.”
“No, no, I don't mind playing with you at all. I just didn't want to be stuck in a closet with Blackstar.” Without nee
The bet. Canada x Male!!!Reader. one shot.
give yourself a guy name
"Hello welcome the shop how may i help you?"
There you were working in your self proclaimed Chocolate/ Coffee shop. You created it with your sister only 5 months ago and now you were the shop people all over the world knew about. You have even had people from Russia travel all the way just to indulge in your sin fully sweet delicacies.
"Um how about a maple coffee please."
"I would like a guten free blue berry muffin."
"I will like the bacon cheese burger please."
"Right away gentlemen."
You turned away from the 3 officers and went at your orders. You ripped the paper off of your order pad and placed it onto the metal counter. You then worked on the drinks and other food items.
"Told you the lunch special was a good idea!"
You turned to see your little sister Angelina smiling brightly at you. After awhile she suggested to have a special menu that only applied to at lunch, so that meant hamburgers, sandwiches and what not. So far t
Male!Blair x Chef!ReaderYou slowly opened your eyes, only to find a pair of golden slits stare at you and blink.
You held your pillow in a defensive position as your stalker landed on the floor with a thud. "Owwwwww! What was that for?!" As you looked at your intruder, you sighed. It was only him. You didn't know whenever to be relieved or angry about it. " Blair rubbed his head in annoyance. His ears tilted back as his tailed curled in pain. His hat was strewn somewhere else in the messy room.
"What the fuck are you doing here."
"Can't I visit my favorite little chef~? I'm hurt _____!"
You growled and removed yourself from your bed sluggishly. As you walked to your bathroom, a certain neko followed. As soon as you set foot on the cold tile floor, you turned on your heel and slammed the door in his face.
As you walked to your front door, you noticed a little package in front of it. Questions and confusion filled your head as you picked the box up and shook it. Shrugging,
Stop [Spain x Male!Reader]Delicious tomato
Very delicious tomato
Ups the reds, lows the yellows
“Huh? But why [Name]?”
“Ah c'mon [Name]~ Sing and dance with me!”
“Delicious tomato~ Very delicious tomato~!”
“I'm warning you...”
“Ups the reds, lows the yellows~”
“I tried to warn you...” [Name] said, his cheeks flushed a light pink as he continued to shamelessly grope Antonio's choice ass, making the latter squeak and writhe. I mean, really. What was he supposed to do when the Spaniard was shaking his ass while singing that ridiculous tomato song of his? Ignore it? By golly he would n
England x Seme!Male Reader - I can't believe this! "Arthur! Please hurry up! They're at the door!"
Arthur had just finished putting on his favorite sweater vest and began heading down the stairs.
His mom was having company over for dinner today and wanted Arthur down the stairs as soon a they got there.
Why, you ask? Because apparently they have a son that's only a year older than him and he agreed to meet him. While Arthur admitted it would be nice to have someone around his age to socialize with besides that idiot Alfred and the frog Francis, he wasn't sure if he wanted to.
'What if he doesn't like me? What if I make a fool of myself? What if Flying Mint Bunny comes in, accidentally knocks something over then it lands on his head and he decides he wants to go home!?'
Yup. Arthur Kirkland was nervous.
Arthur ran down the stairs and met his mother in front of the door. She looked more nervous than he did, she was constantly tugging
Soul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven Blair
"Okay, who's next on the list?" Lord Death looked down at the list in his hands then threw it. "That list is way too long. I choose you." He pointed straight at you. "Come on up here and pick something."
You nodded, walking to the center of the library and placing your hand inside the basket. One very large circular item dominated the basket. You lifted that up, needing both hands, you found it was a pumpkin. "Hey Blair, this wouldn't be yours, would it?"
"Oh, it would." She smiled happily, running over to you and immediately bringing you into a hug. "But let's not take it in the closet with us. It's way too big." She helped you place the pumpkin back on the table and took your hand in hers. "We're going to have a lot of fun. It's too bad it's only seven minutes though. We'll just have to work fast."
"Well, now, don't you two work too fast. Remember that there are children right outside the closet." Lord death shook a finger at Blair. "Have fun though
Spring Fun ~Male!Reader x Child!Canada
(Male!Name) sighed as he finally finished cleaning his backyard. The dog from next door dug a hole under the fence and got onto (Male!Name)'s property, deciding to dig holes, scratch at the back door, chew on the clean grass and spit it up on the back porch and poop anywhere it could. And all this happened while (Male!Name) was simply going shopping with his kid.
Putting the shovel against the fence, (Male!Name) took off his dirt covered gloves and tossed them on the outdoor picnic table. He heard the sound of ice moving in a glass cup and turned around towards the back door to see his son coming out with two cups (one small and one big) on a tray. The small boy put the tray on the picnic table and picked up the big cup that seemed to be filled with (Favorite Drink). The boy walked over and handed the cup to his father.
(Male!Name) smiled and took the cup from the boy's small hands. "Thank you, Matthew." He said after he took a big gulp. Matthew nodded shyly and walk
Soul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven Maka
“I have just been informed by an anonymous player that the men would like a turn at choosing. That's only fair I suppose. Can't let the girls have all the fun, now can we? The answer is no, just in case any of you were wondering.” Lord Death looked around the room for only a second before pointing a giant finger in your face. “You look like a good victim, come up here.”
“I don't really know if I'm okay with being a victim. That sounds less than pleasant.” Lord Deaths glare got you up and out of your seat in an instant. “Never mind, being a victim sounds great.” In seconds you were standing next to Death with your hand inside the basket. A string wrapped around your middle finger as you searched through the items. After lifting it up, you saw the string was attached to a bookmark. “Looks like I got someone smart.”
“Just because someone reads doesn't mean they're smart.” Maka walked up to
AmericaxMale!Reader: Office Romance?
Recently you had started growing tired of working your dead end job at the postal service. You knew it was only a matter of time before you were fired, not that it would bother you all that much. You wanted to something more with your life, or at least make a decent amount of money to support yourself. The only thing that made this job worth its while and probably one of the only reasons you go up in the morning was the boisterous and overly energetic Alfred Jones.
You had been watching him from afar ever since he arrived as a mail carrier. Nothing ever seemed to bring him down and he seemed happy where he was in life. You admired that about him. Though, you had never gotten to chance more like had the courage to go talk to him, you didn't know much else about him other than what you've seen. Since, every time you had the chance to get him alone, something in the back of your mind had always told you to walk away and you listened to it.
Alfred stood beside his co-workers, laughing at t
Male reader X TsubakiIf there's one person you've ever hated, it was Black*Star. He was arrogant and you couldn't stand it, but you loved his weapon, Tsubaki. Tsubaki, was cute and silent.
"Hello (Name)-kun!" Tsubaki says to you as you both walk up the stairs. You smile at her as you look over nodding your head.
"Tsubaki," You reply with a grin. She walks closer to you and you grin at her brightly. She was always so polite. You loved it.
"How are you?" She asks. You shrug admiring the wall flower, silently. You always have admired from afar, but you didn't know she did so as well. As you look ahead, her soft lips peck your cheek. You blink with a light blush and look over grinning. She smiles as well and you put your hand in hers.
Right now, this was okay. You both wouldn't have it any other way.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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