Breaking And Entering [Rin Matsuoka x Reader] Ch.2
You and Makoto jogged through the streets on the way to pick up Haru for school. “Good morning, Tamura-san.” The both of you said as you approached the nice old lady. “Good morning, Makoto-chan. (Name)-chan.” She smiled and reached a hand into her bag. “Take this with you.” Miss Tamura held out a small bundle to Makoto. He took it with thanks and the both of you continued to walk, throwing a “See ya’ later!” over your shoulders. “Take care now!” she called back.
Makoto took the steps two at a time as you lagged behind him, silently cursing his long legs. A loud mewl stopped you in your tracks and you looked down to see a tiny white kitten. Makoto took a step back and leaned down to pet it. “Good morning,” he smiled to it, making you chuckle.
Upon arriving at the Nanase household, Makoto rang the doorbell. No reply came and the brunette stepped back to look at the upstairs window. “Oh, come on...”
Breaking And Entering [Rin Matsuoka x Reader] Ch.1
Haruka dove into the pool, his lean body easily cutting through the water as he gracefully thrust his arms into its surface. “His swimming always looks so smooth.” A young Makoto said next to you. “Yep, like a dolphin!” Nagisa nodded. You couldn’t help but giggle as the boys fawned over Haru’s swimming. “Who’s that?” Nagisa asked, causing you to look over. A boy around your age was pulling on a swimming cap and goggles while stepping onto the starting block of the lane next to Haru’s. His cap covered magenta colored hair. “Rin Matsuoka-kun.” Makoto said. “He transferred into our class last week.”
Your (e/c) orbs never left the boy named Rin and you watched as he snapped one of the bands on his goggles, leaping into the water. His swimming wasn’t as smooth as Haru’s was, but he was just as fast and caught up to dolphin-boy in just a few seconds. He somewhat reminded you of a shark. The two
A Good Scare (SnK Reader x Various) Intro
It was Halloween, and you had gone trick-or-treating with a group of your best friends. Among you was Eren, who was dressed as a werewolf, Mikasa was dressed as a mummy (though she refused to take her scarf off), Hanji was dressed as a creature she had created which was called a Titan, Marco was Frankenstein (mostly stitched down the middle ;D), Jean was wearing a horse-head mask (which you thought was absolutely hilarious), Sasha was dressed as a banana, Connie was dressed as Batman, Erwin didn't dress as anything and neither did Ymir, Krista was dressed as a fairy, Bertholdt was a ghost, Reiner dressed as Superman, and though she thought it was completely stupid, Annie was a succubus. And someone had managed to convince Armin to... wear a tutu? Levi had completely refused to dress as anything, and only wore a hoodie and jeans. Though everyone else thought he was a Halloween buzz-kill, you could see the tips of the sharp fangs that poked out of his lips. He was a vampire. You, on the
Attack On Time Ch. 4
The four of them, along with everyone else on the boat, had arrived inside Wall Rose. Everyone was crowded together into a small market district, waiting for instructions on where to go from here. Eren was lying on the ground, twitching in his sleep. Mikasa went to shake him awake. Eren finally woke up with a small gasp. Kailyn took her headband from her pocket, and stared down at it. Eren and Mikasa watched her with curious eyes as she clenched her fist around it, before tying it around her head and flipping her bangs over it. The long ends hung far down behind her shoulders. “What’s that, Kailyn?” Eren asked. The short girl shook her head, refusing to explain. “It’s nothing, Eren. Don’t worry about it.” His brows only furrowed deeper, but he didn’t say anything more. “I heard they’re going to be handing out food.” Mikasa said blandly. “We should go.” The other two nodded, and Kailyn noticed that Eren
Attack On Time- Ch.3
Kailyn stood up wearily, roughly wiping away her tears. After glancing back at her, Hannes took Eren and Mikasa by the hands and started walking. The raven-haired girl stared behind her as they abandoned their home. “It’s happening again…” she mumbled. Kailyn knew exactly what she meant.
They eventually reached the boats, where hundreds of people were fighting to board. Many Garrison soldiers were working together to push the crowd back. Shiganshina was going to take shelter behind Wall Maria, which Kailyn knew was complete bull. The Colossal Titan had broken through one gate already with no effort at all. Who’s to say it wouldn’t do it again? Armin spotted his friends and opened his mouth to call out to them, but instantly closed it when he saw the looks on their faces. Mikasa's was as deadpanned as ever. Eren’s, on the other hand, was completely depressed. He looked as if he would snap at any moment now. And Kailyn? She didn’t know what
Attack On Time (Chapter 2)
The four of them stood frozen in place. “No way…” Eren whispered in disbelief. “The walls are over fifty meters tall! There’s no way!” “Eren, we have to go! The Titans are coming!” Kailyn yelled, tugging on his sleeve. Snapping out of his trance, Eren looked around at the chaos ensuing around them. “Eren…” Kailyn looked over at Armin as he whispered. “Your house is over there!” The small boy pointed over to a cluster of houses that were being overrun with Titans. Eren’s eyes widened and Kailyn’s did just as much.
Gasping, the two ran down the street, Mikasa trailing after them. Armin shouted for them to wait and reached out, only to find his arm shaking violently. He pushed it down with his other hand and stared at the ground. “No…” he whispered, trembling uncontrollably. Tears bubbled in his eyes. “Humanity is going to be devoured by the Titans!”
The other three spri
Attack On Time (Chapter 1)
Kailyn woke up to shouting, and things being thrown around. As usual. Groaning slightly, she sat up, her short platinum tresses clinging to her face, along with beads of sweat. The shouts of her father could easily be heard through the small house. Sliding out of bed, she stumbled slightly, before clutching onto her arm. The bruises she had gotten from her last beating were still easily seen. "Damn you...” she cursed. Her mother was an ex Scouting Legion soldier, who then worked with the Garrison, due to her being injured on an expedition. Her father however, was nothing but a drunk who sat on his ass all day, beating his wife, and 15 year old daughter. Two years ago, her father had killed her mother with his own bare hands. But, that comes later.
Clutching on to her arm a bit tighter, Kailyn trembled slightly. "I should be out there by now..." she whimpered. “Exploring the outside world... Saving the rest of you pigs!” she nearly shouted this time. Her father,
A Twist of Fate: Rise of the Soul Reaper Ch. 3I saw Ichigo's eye twitch as we watched the three men. "B-Bob?..." he said and stared. The one known as 'Bob' nodded. "Yeah, got a problem with that? I don't need to tell you my real name!" Ichigo shrugged, "Whatever. Your name just makes you sound even weirder than you look." A vein popped out on Bob's head. "Anyway," Ichigo started, still standing in front of me. "what do you guys want from us?"
Bob smirked, and reached into his pocket. "Well, kid," he said, pulling something out. He opened his hand to reveal a pocket knife, and held to blade out toward us. "we want your money." My eyes shot open, as did Ichigo's. I couldn't keep my voice from shaking. "You... You're robbing us?!" Bob grinned, and nodded. "That's right. Now fork over all your cash!", he yelled. I looked around, searching for anyone that could help. I hadn't realized it, but it was dark out now, and there was no one left at the snack bar besides the five of us. From the expression on his face, Ichigo must not have rea
A Twist of Fate: Rise of the Soul Reaper Ch.2The place Ichigo ended up bringing us was a small snack bar in the middle of Karakura Town. After waiting in the line for about ten minutes, we finally got our trays of food. We walked over to one of the picnic benches, and sat down. Ichigo sat across from me. I picked a French fry off of my tray and started nibbling on it. "Sorry it's not much," he said. "Teenagers aren't exactly rich these days..." I smiled, and shook my head. "Don't worry about it, Ichigo. This is perfect. I wasn't expecting anything." Ichigo blinked. "What do you mean?" I shrugged. "I usually don't get anything for my birthday." He seemed mad now, for some reason. "You mean even Hat n' Clogs doesn't try to get you anything for your birthday?"
I put my hands up, defensively. "N-no! That's not it at all! Urahara's an honest man. I mean... He's tried to get me gifts in the past, but I asked him not to." Now Ichigo just looked confused. "Why?", he asked. I stared at the ground. "I just don't like getting stuff from peo
five things they don't teach you in highschool1.
it's okay to fall in love.
i mean, they tell you you're never going
to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going
to tell you it's a lie
because it's not. you guys will probably
break up and is gonna hurt like hell
but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one
who has felt loneliness like a knife,
the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing
because they were your air,
and you will never be the only one who whispered
"i love you" two lives too soon.
you wil not be the last one to have tucked
hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss
or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.
but it's okay.
your favorite book will not always be your favorite.
like you, it will change over time
to something unrecognizable
that gives you only a vague nostalgia in the tips of your fingers.
flipping through the pages will never
feel the same again.
you will learn to love something new;
your next favorite will teach you something about your
Insanity needs companyand now I’m stuck here,
how the walls became
a veiny sight-
(could the cause be me calling out
in the middle of the night?)
and alone I stand here,
how my feet got
nailed upon this floor-
(do you hold my ankles
like an anchor
does the shore?)
and I know it’s been thirteen years
since you were here at all,
according to the hash marks
drawn in chalk
upon the wall,
but I can’t
of our memories,
so for now,
I’ll let the doc declare:
Insanity needs company.
how to maybe fall in love1.
you don't. at least,
not at first, not for you; you sit
in the back of the room and kind
of admire the way
their laugh shakes
their shoulders back and forth,
rhythmic mimicry found unrhyming, unrehearsed.
it's refreshing, you think.
and slowly maybe you realize that hey, they
aren't too bad looking and hey, you
kind of like the way their eyes
dart away if you catch them looking at you,
you feel your heartbeat for the first
time in years.
you think you might like them.
kind of. maybe. you really don't know, but you
like to think you do
(because if you wish hard enough
some fairy godmother you know
doesn't exist might help this existential crisis going
on that consists of holy hell how do i DO this-).
but you like to think you know what you're doing.
and so you go on a
date, then two, then three, and you find
you really like that they hold your
smile in their eyes and hey, maybe
holding hands isn't like being trapped like you thought.
you learn everything ane
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
Brown Eyes Compliments, and AnalogiesBecause I'm sick of people saying there aren't any.
Your brown eyes are like the deep intoxication of campaign wine, bubbling with hazing richness and expensive taste.
Your brown eyes are like the color of mahogany wood- comforting and home-steady toughness that lets me know you will be the beams of supporting me.
Your eyes remind me of Dove chocolate, smooth, creamy, delectable, and melting.
The color of brown eyes remind me of mountain terrain and nature, something subtle, but beautiful in every form and season.
Brown eyes make me think of Devil's cake, taunting and tempting, curtained by black lashes, the symbol of rich seduction.
When brown eyes delve in love, they become the color of a leather book, promising a story of loyalty, long-life, and devotion.
Your brown eyes remind me of mysterious secrets, dark to cover the pain of ignorance, opaque to cover to want of another.
Brown eyes are like the stable ground, steadier and prepared to embrace you when you fall, into a nurturing a
Rhyming in PoemsWhy do you all want to rhyme
all the time?
You don't need to do it,
that's perfectly fine.
You think it's so cool
And it leaves poems gleaming,
But it desecrates flow
And can ruin the meaning.
It's so bad to rhythm,
It's like a bad day
You wonder why you're not
Sleeping it away.
You think it's the root
Of your writing's salvation,
But we all will hate you,
All parts of the nation.
You think it sounds nice
But you don't even know
How ruined the sound is
How badly it 'goes'.
So the irony's over,
Your poems can mend,
I'll stop myself here,
Before you meet
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
pick up the slack and
pick up that slack-jawed shadow of yours
dragging on wet pavement under your soles
and hurry it along, we ain't got all day here
flex your white-boned fingers and
taut knuckles and pluck the soul from
its coffin in your slick throat
the sun has better places to be than in your sky.
You. Got. This.I see these people all over the place –
Depressed, anxious, confused, confounded even –
And I see them, all uncertain, not knowing what will happen next
I see them trying to be brave or just accepting the fear
I see them breaking and then pretending not to be broken
I see them, and I have only three words:
First word: You
Second person pronoun, indicating the person to whom I am speaking
It’s every person, just as it is specific to the one, making no discernment between the two
Second word: Got
A word indicating possession, ownership, belonging
Also a word indicating inevitability;
In this case You must own, You must possess, You must belong,
And third word: This
A word indicating that of which we are speaking,
In this case all those things you think you are going to fail at,
Or that you want to try but don’t think you can succeed in,
Or all the things you wish you could have but don’t believe you’ll ever own
In this case, You must possess all your d
Sorrow Strikes The HeartDo you ever lie awake at night? Wondering what your life would have been like if you had done things right? If you had said those few simple words to the one you love.. the one you cherish,and would die for? If you had made those choices that would have made your life a living Heaven instead of another place.. that would make you want to live and love,instead of wanting to cry? People use dreams at night to escape the world,escape their problems.. and envision the future. But not all dreams are made of good and purity and used for the future of the world. Some are made of evil, hatred.Revenge, vengence and despair. I'm losing almost everything and everyone I love the most and I know there are lots more out there too. And it's a sad thing that brings helpless romantics like us people to tears. Next time you think about your sorrow.. think about others, and the hatred they feel against the world.. and don't look to dreams to solve your problems.. use your soul and inner strength, believe