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   Coffee shops lately, have been the craze amongst hipsters and college students; and usually Alfred wasn’t into that mainstream hipster stuff, but today was a bit different.     It’s fall time, so that meant sweater weather and pumpkin spice latte season. The chilly air lightly bit Alfred’s pale skin as he left his dorm building. He had about three hours before his first class of the day, Calculus— ugh— so he decided to check out the new coffee shop his dorm mate had mentioned that opened up last week; he was also told that the coffee and food there were “to die for”, now, he would have to be the

The above work was made by me. Art by the rest of the community below. Opening It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like these, kids like you... Should be burning in hell. Verse 1 Turn around kid, it'd be a crime, If I had to go back on the promise that I made for you, so don't step over that line, Or else, friend, you're gonna have a bad time. But kids like you don't play by the rules, And guys like me, it ain't easy to be played for fools, So let's go, let the room get chiller... Let's go, DIRTY BROTHER KILLER. Chorus Go ahead and try to hit me if you're able, Guess you've figured now that me

Oh boy, you were in trouble. But it was about time someone gave him a piece of their mind and you weren't gonna leave it at that. The way to the study seemed the longest, especially since you were walking behind Ciel, his hurried steps making you nervous. Not even once did he glance back at you. Entering the room, you waited for him to take his seat behind the large desk. Shortly after, he motioned towards another chair, which you hesitantly sat on. He was so mad you could almost see steam coming out of his ears. "Since no one can interrupt us now.. I'll ask again. What were you doing with Finny?" he asked in the coldest voice you've ever h

There was nothing but groggy swirls of illusionistic euphoria. The drugs they had administered to him were too powerful for anything else. His senses were obstructed, and he was alone with the cackling voices inside his head. They grew louder and louder until he could no longer bear it. He tried desperately to claw at his face, to do anything to hush the dull roar. But it was in vain, as his arms were strapped securely to his chest by the straight jacket that subdued him. He collapsed onto the doughy floor beneath him. He had been in this miserable cell for who knows how many days now? Perhaps even weeks or months, God forbid, years. He had

Dreams were meant to be lived out. Not kept and stored in a mere jar, no, that'd be a waste. A waste of the flamboyant imagination that poured out of one's thoughts. You were told with a stern glance that dreams were useless, and that living outside your given boundaries was forbidden. If you couldn't live it out, you'd rather imagine it happening. It wouldn't live up to the real thing, in fact, it'd pale in comparison to living life the way you wished. But it was better than nothing at this point. It'd gotten relatively bland living a scheduled life. Nothing but lectures, slaps to the wrists, and fake smiles. Wasn't there more to life than

   Coffee shops lately, have been the craze amongst hipsters and college students; and usually Alfred wasn’t into that mainstream hipster stuff, but today was a bit different.     It’s fall time, so that meant sweater weather and pumpkin spice latte season. The chilly air lightly bit Alfred’s pale skin as he left his dorm building. He had about three hours before his first class of the day, Calculus— ugh— so he decided to check out the new coffee shop his dorm mate had mentioned that opened up last week; he was also told that the coffee and food there were “to die for”, now, he would have to be the

"Veneziano, do I have to go?" you whine as the hyper man drags you through the mall. "Si, bella! And you need to get cute clothes, too!" he chirps, forging ahead through the crowds of staring girls. You groan dramatically as he pulls you into yet another designer store. He throws you into a dressing room and then hands you clothes over the door. "How's this, Veneziano?" you ask, stepping out in a short, (f/c) dress with a low neckline and a pair of black heels. "Perfect-a! Let's-a go!" he pushes you back in the room and you change into your jeans and tank top. When you step out of the room, clothes in hand, the Italian is already paying fo

Warning: violence and swearing in this chapter. Can’t handle, don’t read. (F/N) = First Name (L/N) = Last Name (Y/n) = Your name (H/c) = Hair color (B/n) = Bunny name (You have a stuffed bunny) ~~~~~ (Y/n) woke up from a light slumber. A second was spent questioning why she was awake, and then the jiggling of keys in the door was heard. Father was home. (Y/n) jumped out of bed, and pushed a chair against her bedroom door. Sometimes he came into her room…When he came home this late—her clock read two a.m. right now—he was angry. He had been drinking that gross stuff that makes him mean and angry—he calle

You sat in class, watching the clock intensively, waiting for the bell to ring so that you may attend to your next class. Art. You took the time to glance around the room, seeing what the other student were possibly doing for the remainder of class. You noticed some were asleep, others were silently texting and the nerds were fully awake, sitting at the edge of their seats, hanging onto every last word that past the teachers lips. You sighed. You weren't a slacker, nor were you the top student of each class. Well, maybe except for art. You sat back and sighed for the umpteenth time in this class. Having nothing better to do, you pulled out

       "I'm so sorry!"  You were trying to paint posters for a meister competition at your school, the D.W.M.A.  Shinigami-sama himself had asked you to design them.       You knew that you would get help, but weren't sure who it was.  You had been walking to the under-used gym with a couple of small paint cans when, of course, you tripped.  The cans spilt all over someone standing in front of you.  Awkward.       The red paint splashed diagonally across his chest, and what looked to be on his face as well.       He didn't get up, even when you lightly kicked his side.  Then you saw a tall girl and a short girl running toward him.    

    “Don’t worry Dylan, she won’t bite you,” you reassure the little 6 year old boy.    “A-Are you s-sure?” he asks nervously, his blue eyes looking back at the pokemon who is just a few feet away from him.    You slowly nod your and smile at him. “It doesn’t seem like it but she’s a lot more afraid of you than you are of her.”    The poor baby female Poochyena always gets scolded by other human or pokemon because of her intimidating appearance. A few days ago, the small hyena-like pokemon was attacked by a horde of Beedrill and Ariados. Luckily, you were around the same area a

Vamp!Leo X Reader X3 Summary: you never knew your bestfriend had a crush on you, but what you did know was that he was a vampire...ENJOY XD It was late, and you been working hard for this test, you have been studying for god knows how long. You swear your eyes were gonna pop out and roll away from the desk onto the floor. You dropped your head on the desk thinking how you even pass these class's. Even when your hanging out and saving the city with your muntant friends. You saved them from the Kranng the frist time you met them. They where corner when you cut down a blacony and you fell with it as it crashed on top of the Kranng Droids. You

“John what the fuck. You're hogging all the popcorn, give me some of that shit.” “Wha-no Dave! You took my spot close to the tv, give it baaaaaaaack!” “SOMEBODY KILL ME NOW PLEASE.” “2eriiou2ly kk? you're 2o overdramatiic.” “Hey lil bro, mind tossing me some of that sick apple juice?” “Mr. Strider, I do believe I am going to acquire this apple juice of yours for myself as it is the last one! Sorry 'ol chum!” “ToUgH LuCk mOtHeRfUcKeR.” “D --> Oh, highb100d Please do not sit so close to me I might need a-” “i swwear if you say towwel eq

(A/N: Hey..guys.. I kinda changed the ending of the first one... after she introduced herself . Im SOOOOOOO sorry.. 'cause i thought of a better plot.   Anyways..ENJOY!) Chapter 2: The Dragon Whisperer Hiccup's P.O.V "Do you know 'The Dragon Whisperer'?" her dad suddenly asked. I heard whispers around the arena. "The Dragon Whisperer?" I muttered to myself. The Dragon Whisperer is well-known in the Viking world. He is famous for understanding and respecting dragons. I never heard of him until when I was about 16, a year after we Berkians made peace with dragons. Why? Because we were so focused on killing dragons and making them go away

(068.) The light was so bright, it took you awhile to get used to it. After escaping the Tower of Heaven you and Cobra had fled, straight into a vast forest, putting as much distance between yourselves and the prison you once called home. “E-erik, wait for me!” Your small voice called out, trying to catch up with your friend. Sometimes he’d run ahead and you’d lose sight of  him, when he disappeared from your line of sight, you’d get scared, dashing ahead trying to catch sight of him again. After the sixth time of running after him your foot had gotten caught on a protruding root and you tripped, sending your

You smiled, laughing at your mom dancing in the passenger seat. You dad in the driver side, singing off tune. It was a relatively warm day, so your parents had decided to take you to the water park. Being the little five year old you were, you were ecstatic  and couldn't stop smiling. You sat in the middle seat of your car, giggling. You felt the car stop, and immediately asked," Are we there yet?" "Hold on, pumpkin. It's just a stop light," your dad chuckled. Everybody was in a good mood, this was your first time at a water park, and your mother promised she would take you on all the water slides. Your father said he would buy you all th

   Sherlock Holmes is quite bored.   He hasn't had a case in weeks. And with John gone, he can't annoy him by shooting at Mrs. Hudson's wall. Well, only one Watson stayed at 221B.   (Name) Watson, John's young sister. She moved in with John when she got a job at Bart's. She became friends with Molly right after discovering her with the two men on one case--and right after she knew that (Name) wasn't Sherlock's girlfriend.   Usually, the (colour)ette would be over at Molly's whenever she would go out. However, today was different. She was out on a date. And Sherlock is following her.   Oh, Sherlock was rather bored indeed.   It just

    “Use your aggressive feelings boy! Let the hate flow through you!”    You watched from beside the Emperor as Luke Skywalker fought against your master, Darth Vader. You were curious, as you’d never seen a Jedi before in person, only heard stories of them and their brutality.    “Obi-Wan has taught you well.” your master spoke up, his lightsaber glowing red in the halflight. “You have learned quicker than even my own apprentice.”    “I will not fight you father.” the Jedi replied calmly and you frowned slightly, cocking your head to the side. Why wouldn’t he fight? You watch

"Doctor! Doctor, do you think we could travel to rural Japan? There's a place I want to show you!" (y/n) (l/n) asked excitedly, dancing around to find said person. He poked his head out from one of the nearby rooms and raised a brow. Being the sort of person that she was, (y/n) never, in her time with the Doctor, asked her for such a request. If she did or attempted to try, she'd immediately apologize and run away, leaving him to wonder profusely. "Sure, but can you tell me why you want to go there?" She twirled around and gave him a shy smile, causing a dusting of light pink to appear on her face. He blushed too, nervously clearing his throa

Izaya x Reader “Damm your eyes.” “I can do what i want, I’m in complete control. That’s what I tell myself.” Izaya looked at his computer’s screen and sighed, his eyes wandering from one picture to another. They all depicted one person. You. “I’ve got a mind of my own, I’ll be alright alone.” A month ago, he saw you on the street while you were talking to Simon. And that was it. He fell in love. “I don’t need anybody else.” Two days later he knew everything there was to know about you. Your name, where you lived, which school you attended. He knew who y