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Trembling fingers wrapped around a Poké Ball. Pink tongue sliding out to wet parched lips. Clammy skin prickling with sweat. Voice laced with determination. “Today’s the day.” The Ecruteak Gym loomed before her like a mountain. The glass doors gave way to the dark world within, one full of mischievous spirits and fog as thick as storm clouds. She scanned the outside with (e/c) eyes—a familiar sight, being that this would be the fifth time she would challenge the Gym Leader who dwelled within the ominous building’s dark walls. Swallowing back the swollen lump in her throat, she yanked open the set of double

Skyloft. Your home, and what is supposed to be your paradise. Your cousin says the Surface world is an underworld full of monsters that are led by an evil demon lord that would kidnap you and never let you return. You knew how much trouble you'd get into if you went to the Surface World, so instead you filled your head with daydreams. If you went to the Surface World, you would not only get in trouble with the headmaster, you would get in trouble with your cousin, Link, as well. Both of them would scold you for it. "(Name). (Name)! Stop daydreaming about the Surface World!" Someone yelled at you. "Wha..?" you murmured. You had to blink a few

{Scorch and Blaze} ~Chapter One~ [??? x Reader] *Dirk/Dave will be a little more serious in this story, but will still be the badass cool kids we all know and love. *Any trolls I mention will be human [and won't be all same ages as the kids] *I probably won't be using quirks maybe. Kanaya might be the exception to this, but even then. Grammar yo. *Here's the list of the kids [for reference]: Dirk and Dave Strider – Twins; Sophomores in college Jake English and John Egbert – Cousins; both Sophomores in college Rose and Roxy Lalonde – Sisters; Roxy is a Freshman in college, Rose is a Junior in college Jane Crocker –

1. Feelings As far as a senpai/kohai relationship went, you knew the feelings you harbored for Kanji Tatsumi were going to be purely one sided for the rest of the school year. It was just a cruel twist of fate, you knew you would never see him again after this year. College loomed ahead ominously, a fact that your only close friend and confidante Naoto Shirogane constantly reminded you of. "Have you applied to more than one college yet?" That had been her consistent greeting for more than a month, from waking you up with text messages with small reminders not to be late to class, random homework checks and even invitations to spend "qualit

2. Notebook You remembered that it had been just another dreary tutoring session with the first, second, and third year idiots of Yasogami High.  Since you had been under consideration for full honors along with ten other students, and had no other extra curricular activities which would be able to go on your highschool transcripts, you had been selected to use your academic skills for the greater good of the students. The school offered you a good word for your college of choice and club activity for your transcript in exchange for tutoring some of the more, "academically challenged" students in the school. Which, in laymans terms, mea

3. Bleed "You wanted to see me sir?" The principal looked up at you and nodded you in, allowing you to sit in the chair which sat in front of his desk. Normally kids would shit themselves at the thought of being called into the principal’s office, but this wasn’t scary at all for you. The principal of Yasogami high was a kind, elderly man. He was a good listener, wisened to the ways of the world and he never, ever raised his voice. So him calling you in didn’t scare you much. Yet it was a whole different story when you saw the grave look he had on his face. You sat, and gulped hard. "I see that Tatsumi-san has been doin

4. Date You woke up the next day feeling as though you were hit by a truck. A ray of sunlight pouring in through the window caused you to groan and crack an eye open. You were sprawled out on your futon, still dressed in Kanji’s disheveled blazer from the day before and your socks still on your feet. Your mind was in a fog, for one singular moment you couldn’t even remember who you were or where you were sleeping. Then from your phone you heard a steady beeping noise, indicative of someone trying to get a hold of you through a call. Despite the fact that some sleep deprived part of your brain was curious as to who was calling, i

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vihoeVq4Uyc Please listen as you read!) The battlefield reeked of death: the odd stench of iron, as ripples of blood seeped into the dirt, the disgusting rank stench of the rotting flesh, the smoke invading your nostrils, tingling your tear ducts. Every muscle failed you and pinned you to the rough blades of grass. Bullets penetrated and violated your body down to your quivering bones. Your crimson life fluid pooled beneath you, staining your tattered uniform. Somehow, you predicted your fate to end this way. After all, you belonged to the Hellsing Organization. You tied yourself, body and soul, to the whims

How hard it was being a dedicated soldier. You felt as though you never possessed a life of your own. You followed orders to the best of your abilities. You utilized your hand to hand combat and skill in firearms when needed. You watched your comrades perish in ghastly manners, only seen in one’s worst of nightmares, and you avenged them as your power would allow. You protected the life and breath of the Hellsing organization, the most important being Sir Integra Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing herself, and you did so with no arguments, no questions, without hesitation. This was all that was required of you: all you had to offer, your ent

 The mug of ale slide down the bar top being stopped by a slender a hand. The young woman brought the mug to her lips taking a sip. A dark skinned woman sat next to her leaning on the bar making many of the man leer at her open collar. The other young woman was more dressed in her usual fighting attire. “I’m just not sure what to do anymore Isabella.” You said placing your mug back on the bar top. “I…I love him.” “You should tell Fenris that (Name).” Isabella said gently taking a sip of her own drink. She was always the ear for you when you needed one. Right now, you really need it. &ldqu