Emiko-Tan1329

It was a ramen noodle kind of night. You'd been sitting in the bunker at one of the big oak tables for a few hours now. Books were laying open corner to corner as well as old documents and your personal notebook, where you were jotting down any information that was relevant to the current hunt Sam and Dean were on. None of you had ever seen this kind of monster before so you had to do some digging while the Winchester's went out to do damage control. You wore an over sized flannel (courtesy of Sam) and some dangerously small denim shorts. Your stomach growled and you glanced up from your work to stare at the Styrofoam cup where your dinner

       “Look, we really have to pay attention this time. I'm not trying to put a damper on the mood, but someone could seriously get hurt.” Serious for once, Souji let out a sigh. “Anyway, let's try this again. Hopefully we won't run into any more problems.” The moment the words had left Souji's mouth, someone unwanted, and very unexpected entered the room. He was tall, tanned, thin and had long flowing hair pulled away from his face in a high ponytail. The man wore a ridiculously confident, cooky look on his face as he strutted into the room. This confidence might have stemmed from the fact that he was holding a gun

“A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is brave five minutes longer”. -Ralph Wardo Emerson           “Hello, I believe you must be [Y/n] from the exchange program. I am Alfred F. Jones. But you can call me your Hero.” You stiffed a giggle while throwing a quick look, up and down, at the confident young man in front of you. He had a charming smile, showing his white teeth. A pair of rectangular glasses was framing his sparkling blue eyes and his blonde hair was wildly arranged. A rebel lock of hair was staying in a strange position, oriented to the ceiling. You liked his joy and ex

∂ιяту ℓιттℓє ѕє¢яєт. Being in Saotome Academy so far was the best yet most complex thing that has ever happen to _, she had became a composer and a pretty good one at that. Thing was though.. She just so happen to run out of luck when she was paired up to compose for her very own crush named Syo Kurusu, it seems that everytime she goes near the boy she messes up and manages to embarrass herself to the point of pure depression. Was today just like any other or would something.. New happen? A soft melody was playing from a closed off room that ha

 A loud crash made all the servants head snap up. It was not a sound anyone wanted to hear in the estate. It could only mean one thing, the lord Akito Sohma was angry about something. It also meant that someone might get hurt. Mostly likely it would be you, considering you were the servant that would bring Akito his meals. You sighed walking down the halls towards Akito’s room. You knocked on Akito’s door. “Lord Akito. I have your lunch if you want it.” You heard a thud and movement. “Get in here.” The cold voice ordered from inside the room. You entered the room and waited a moment for your eyes to adjus

"so who's next....?" you felt muscular arms wrap around you slender frame and you shivered. " I am my little bunny princess...." you heard Mori say. You looked to Hunny shocked. " Takashi stayed up extra late last night to practice his song!" Hunny said happily. Ohhhhhhh crap. You jumped when suddenly heard Mori speak into his mic. He was wearing a shredded white tee-shirt with fake blood stains, biker boots, a leather jacket, matching pants and leather fingerless gloves . " hello my little sex kittens~" his WHAT!? " I'm gonna sing you a little song!" Oh yeah Oh yeah So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend And I wrote two h

Bolin was walking down the sunny streets of Republic City, Pabu resting on his shoulders, looking at all the people. Korra and Mako were out on a date and made it very clear that they didn’t want Bolin tagging along. So Bolin decided to walk around a bit, maybe get some water tribe noodles. Pabu saw something he liked and jumped off Bolin’s shoulders, running away. “Pabu! Where are you going?” Bolin called out after the fire ferret, chasing him through the streets. “Excuse me, pardon me, coming through!” Finally Pabu stopped and Bolin was able to catch up, a little out of breath. “What was that for