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"Cinna! Dinner is ready!" A small smile came to the stylist's lips as he walked into the kitchen of his house. Despite the easily available food selection that the Capitol offered, (Name) still insisted on cooking dinner for them each night, something that Cinna didn't care if she did. Whatever made her happy would be fine with him. "What do you think?" (Name) had already sat the dinner down on their large table, wearing an expectant grin. She looked to Cinna to see his reaction. As usual, (Name)'s delicious meal looked... less than appealing. The ham roast looked as if she had simply thrown it together (despite that not being the case), a

"Cinna! Dinner is ready!" A small smile came to the stylist's lips as he walked into the kitchen of his house. Despite the easily available food selection that the Capitol offered, (Name) still insisted on cooking dinner for them each night, something that Cinna didn't care if she did. Whatever made her happy would be fine with him. "What do you think?" (Name) had already sat the dinner down on their large table, wearing an expectant grin. She looked to Cinna to see his reaction. As usual, (Name)'s delicious meal looked... less than appealing. The ham roast looked as if she had simply thrown it together (despite that not being the case), a

"Would you leave me alone?!" A young girl yelled as she ran though the streets of the Seireitei. Her eyes looked left and right for some place to hide. "Not until you fight me!" A man yelled as he chased after the female soul reaper. His black hair was pulled into several spikes on his head and an eye patch lay over his right eye. "I just fought you this morning!" You cried turning faster. How the heck did it end up like this? When you found out you would be in the eleventh squad, you couldn't have been happier. You loved to fight, but it seems there was some in your squad who loved it even more. That was your new Captain, Kenpachi Zaraki.

It was the dead of the night and whoever was at your door, you’re going to give him, or her, a good beating for waking you up from your sleep. The knocks on the door was getting louder and louder with each passing moment and you yelled, “Coming,” from the top of your lungs to get your message straight. Finally reaching the door, you turned the knob hastily. You were faced with your brunette boyfriend, your bloody, bruised, bad boy, Alfred. His clothes were ripped and as bloody as his face. “Al what the eff?” He gave you a smile even with his swollen cheeks (damn he was still cute). Moved by pity (and the fact that he

You sighed as you leaned back in your chair. You looked over at the photo once more, the photo of your target. You were a devil-for-hire, killing targets for money and not once had you failed. This time was different though, your target was the son of Sparda. Your client  the one paying you to die the man, told you he would give a fake order to him so he would show up here to fight a devil but instead find you. You tucked a lock of _(h/c)_ hair behind your ear as you heard footsteps nearing. You smirked, it is showtime. The door swung open so hard it almost broke it off the hinges. You smiled and looked up at the man in front of you, your he

“Bec, please come out from under there,” you begged, laying down on the floor, looking under your bed. “Your allergies will start acting up.” A growl from under the bed caused you to scoot away. “Leave me alone,” he groaned, popping his head out from under the bed. You pouted and ruffled his hair. He brushed your hand away with his head. Sighing, you stood up and walked out of the room into the kitchen. If there was one thing he liked, it was bacon. He loved bacon. You pulled some out of the microwave and walked back into the room, where he had burrowed his head back under the bed. “Beeeec, bacon~

You ran out of the room as fast as you could, away from him. He didn't just say what he just said, there was no way he did. This was wrong, this wasn't the way it was supposed to go! "(Name)!" He called, running after you. You wiped your eyes and ran faster, ignoring his calls for you. He caught up quickly, grabbing your wrist. He pulled you to him, brushing your hair out of your face. "Look, it's okay to not feel the same, but running out like that-" You leaned up and smashed your lips against his, your tears making the kiss wet. He pulled back, completely perplexed. "Logan… I… I do feel the same-" "Then what's the problem

In which I pretty much puke nonsense all over the page. Bit suggestive, but seeing as I all but killed the reader in the last one, I decided to try to take a bit more of a humorous approach this time, as well as test out a few other things. Read my journal for more info, if you like. "...Doctor McCoy to bridge, please! Captain, are you okay?" Kirk waved off Chekov's concern with one hand, letting the apple he had been munching on hit the floor with a thud as he continued to choke on his bite. Eventually the small piece of apple that had been inhaled was dislodged and he spat it out onto the floor before taking a relieving breath in. McCoy r

You just stood there, glaring daggers. It was all you were capable to do. He hadn’t done this in years, but then you realised that it had in fact been years since you had seen him last. Blinking rapidly, you composed yourself, turning to look at Jim, who looked particularly peeved himself. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to go and powder my nose,” you say, doing your best not to scream. He nodded, his face softening the slightest bit as he went to sit back down. You offered him a smile, only to have it replaced with a snarl as you walked by Sherlock. “Come,” you growled, quite enough that only h

"Jack." ......... "JACK." "Hm?" You crossed your arms over your chest, frowning down at your boss as he tinkered with something beneath you. You saw some kind of screwdriver hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he fiddled with wires and hardly paid any attention to you. "It's Christmas." He looked up at you, taking the screwdriver out of his mouth. He grinned that grin that - no matter how much you didn't want it to happen - made you melt a little inside. You were not invulnerable to the charms of Jack Harkness. "Well, Merry Christmas!" He replied oh-so cheerfully...and then went right back to his work. You sighed in a huff. "Jack, y

Dull grey eyes watched over you as you slept, lethargically examining your features until your image was engraved in his mind. Mikasa never really had much. He had a family, but no friends. When he lost his family he gained two friends, who would go on to be the closest things he’d ever have to brothers. He couldn’t deny that even though he loved both Eren and Armin dearly, he always silently wished for more. Of course, Mikasa was educated on the world; he knew it was not only selfish to wish for such things, but that it was impossible to get them. At least, he did think that, before meeting you. You met in your training days as