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Notes in the Air A Bleach Chad x Reader Story This piece is a birthday present for my dear friend ~4TigerRose (https://www.deviantart.com/4tigerrose) who loves Chad a lot! I hope she enjoys it Your feet brought you along a dusty old street amongst the strange Japanese town with a grace unequalled by other young women walking the same way. You were not a native of Japan and certainly did not look it, but thankfully in this place you did not stick out like a sore thumb and you could not only read kanji but speak Japanese very well. A lot of your youth had been spent in Tokyo when your father had gone there for business and you and your mother had been dragged along, but now g

England x Reader LOVERS Game It was Arthur. You were glad that it was him cause he is your crush when you were highschool and you feelings grew and it became LOVE. You were in your room when your cellphine ring. You went to see the caller's ID and saw it was Arthur. 'Arthur was calling you.' You thought. Your heart skip a beat. You picked it up and answered it."Hello." You said waiting an answer at the other side. "Hello love." You heard him. "Hello Artie what do you want?" You said happily using the nick name he don't like. "Please love don't call me that and I want to invite you in my house for a tea. Would you accept my offer." He said wa

    Russia and I trekked through the blizzard we had found ourselves in. We were going to his greenhouse but it got really cold so we decided it would be best to go back to his place.      I shivered and Russia looked over and smiled. He then took off his scarf and wrapped his pinkish fluffy thing around me and I instantly grew warm. "All better da?" He said adorably. "Thank you" I whispered. We walked through the snow for nearly hours until I spotted it the giant mansion off of in the distance slightly obscured by the snow. I laughed and ran up to the huge house. As. soon as I got inside the I plopped on the couch. Russia came over and h

You really wanted to throw something. The jewelled goblet by your elbow was tempting you. But then you’d spill your mead and you knew you needed that more. You exhaled sharply and stood up too fast, your chair lurching backwards. You crossed to the large fireplace and banged your fist against the wall. The dvergr woman taking your breakfast dishes away gave you a suspicious look before bustling away. Two days. You had been waiting for your audience with the dvergr king for two days and your irritation and frustration had only grown. You snatched up your goblet, finished the mead in one gulp, and hurled the cup away. It clanged against

On a bright, clear afternoon in Japan, a young fox sprawled itself over the front steps in front of the offering box. Basking in the warm glow of the late winter sun, the white fox let out a loud yawn and stretched out his slender legs. He relaxed back down on the wooden steps, smacking his lips. He would lazily open its eyes as visitors came up the stairs to the shrine to pay their respects, standing in front of him as they prayed to the alter. He was a little annoyed at how they would block out his sun but he huffs, letting it go. His little black nose twitched, taking in the fragrance of something very delicious. His ears perked as he rai

(( Based off the song "Donut Hole", originally by Hachi but based off the cover by Jayn.)) Where did I get all these memories? I feel there's something that I should be remembering Though I can't seem to recall it I have a strange feeling that I just can't forget    His body was a complete wreck, pieces of him scattered across the oil matted grass with empty eyes of pure black.There was no static of his lingering voice that once bellowed into the air. And as you scaled the tips of your finger across his face, lips pursed as if waiting for the usual hum of his warm body, you've come to realize that all that was left was a sleek chill under

“Will ya turn that shit off?” Daryl growled angrily. “No. I haven’t listened to anything but groans and screams in ages, you can handle the Jonas Brothers. Besides, it was the only CD I could find.” You said with a shrug as music floated quietly out of the battery powered CD player that you had spent months finding batteries for. You started humming quietly along to the music, causing Daryl to look at you in surprise. “You actually listened to this shit?” Daryl asked incredulously. “My nieces did.” You replied with a shrug, ignoring the pang it caused in your heart. You had looked for y

"You shouldn't have done that." You muttered, scowling at the piece of paper in your hand as a small line of blood became evident on your thumb. Papercut. Your eyes watered as the-really-quite-big mark of revenge from what-had-previously-been-a-tree began to sting like a bee's sting. Scrunching up the paper into an exceptionally tight ball - careful to leave the affected thumb out from working - you threw the paper's corpse across the room, spectacularly missing the bin and hitting the wall of the tree house you'd taken residence in. And the paper ball formed the perfect trigonometry scenario as it bounced off the wall and hit the Master on t

A/N: You're sort of in Maka's place in this X Reader. Also. Spoilers. I had give myself spoilers just to write this so don't go rawr at me if I get things wrong. ---------------------------- Crona X Reader - These Wounds Won't Seem To Heal Medusa's arrow blade snaked down from the platform she was on. It was about to strike you in the back before Crona pushed you out of the way, the arrow going through his back and coming out of his stomach. You eyes widened. "CRONA!" You screamed. You sat dumbfounded on the ground, staring at Crona and the arrow that was through Crona's body. Black blood dripped onto the ground. Crona was being held midair

        As you sat on an old tree stump, whittling away at a small piece of wood, you spotted someone in the distance. Shielding your eyes from the bright sunlight, you attempted to get a closer look. The dark clothes, hair and skin made it more than a little bit obvious. You waited until he was directly in front of you to speak to him. “Hey there Dink, where are you headed? You're not off to spy on the princess again, are you?” The sound of your pet name made him groan. You knew he wasn't fond of the name you'd given him, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop using it. “I really whish you would stop calling me that. I do

A.N. My first Star Trek fic. I apologise if some of the background seems non-canonical. It fits with the story, so please try to overlook it. Your mother was an experienced, respected nurse on the Enterprise, second only to Christine Chapel, although you secretly thought that Chapel was far inferior to your beloved mother. To be sure, Nurse Chapel had more skill and practical knowledge, but your mother's compassion and understanding was invaluable on the long Starfleet missions, endearing her both to the staff and your patients. You were two months into your first mission on the Enterprise. You had been studying as a medical student, not qu

“You have no idea what’s it like, do you?” he murmured. His arm was wrapped around your sleeping form, his fingers brushing against your cheek softly while his other hand caressed the sides of your body. He smiled down at you when he heard you purr in content, stirring slightly in your sleep. What did you dream of? he wondered. Was it of him? Or was it of a world he had no idea existed in your mind? “I’m living in a world that goes too slow for me,” he sighed. “It’s like slow motion only worse. I’m like a character in a movie, you see? This movie—my life—is moving as slow as mo