Online ? ( Kisuke x Reader ) Chapter 5Online ? ( Kisuke x Reader ) Chapter 5 by bookworm101012
you couldn't sleep that night. every time you closed your eyes, you have seen the scene of your parents kicking you out and couldn't take it .
' I don't want to wake anyone up ' you thought to yourself
'but I can't stay with my thoughts either ' you thought again and then quietly stood up and made your way to the shop's entrance
'maybe some fresh-air will do me well ' you thought breathing in the soft breeze outside
" Tonight's sky is so beautiful " you said not realising your boss was behind you.
" indeed it is " Kisuke said behind you which made you jump
you turned around now realising you were not alone
" oh sorry boss , did I wake you up " you asked nervously
" no , calm down , I just couldn't sleep " he said
" and you know you can call me Kisuke " he added with a goofy smile.
" ok K-Kisuke " you said
"so why are YOU here " Kisuke asked
you looked at your feet " oh no reason just couldn't sleep " you told him
" I see " he responded
Awkward silence then fell on both of you
2 Weird for school 0,o ( L x Reader ) Chapter 22 Weird for school 0,o ( L x Reader ) Chapter 2 by bookworm101012
After your lunch break you decided to pretend nothing happened . But L didn't, he continued his questioning until last period where you and he had different lessons.
' Does he ever give in ' you thought to yourself in your art class.
' probably not ' was the only reasonable answer you came up with before you decided to actually do some work in the lesson .
But of course your life couldn't go so smoothly and L came to your lesson ' WTF , why is he here ? ' you thought looking at him with wide eyes .
" Well hello L , how can I help you " the teacher asked L .
" well Mrs Croft told me to find a model for my photo collage " he told her
" so why are you here ? " she asked
"Because I picked (F/N) " he answered pointing at you in his lazy manner
" I see " she told him
" Don't take too long please " she added
" Yes Mrs " he said
" Well (F/N) come on , we aren't getting any younger " L said walking out the classroom doors with you following after.
" ok L so what do you need me
From hate to love ( Toshiro x reader ) Chapter 3From hate to love ( Toshiro x reader ) Chapter 3 by bookworm101012
you woke up in Urahara's shop you were in your room unable to recall what have happened to you.
Toshiro, Matsumoto and Kisuke have entered your room " I see your awake " Kisuke stated " What happened and how long was I out for " you asked curiously " not too long , 2 days to be exact you were slashed by the arrancar " Kisuke said , you gazed down at yourself seeing yourself wrapped in several bandages
" has the arrancar been dealt with " you now asked seriously " yes " your captain responded " when are we due to return then " you asked Toshiro " As soon as your wounds have healed " he answered " I understand " you said . .
"you should rest for now ( F/N ) san " Kisuke said to you and then they all left and you have fallen asleep.
Toshiro's point of view
I Was walking out of ( F/N ) room when I heard Yoruichi coming inside .She made her way to another room where Urahara was in and I made my way to my own room . I lay down on my bed I heard parts of Yoruichis and Ur
From hate to love ( Toshiro x reader ) Chapter 2From hate to love ( Toshiro x reader ) Chapter 2 by bookworm101012
You have entered the senkaimon with Rangiku and Toshiro on your side. When you were passing through . Awkward silence was surrounding you. No one said a thing until you exited and ended up in Kisuke's front yard in order to collect your gigais.
As you approached the shop JInta and Ururu were sweeping until Jinta hit Ururu in the head with his broom. Of course you wouldn't have any of this and grabbed the broom before he could hit Ururu again " What the" Jinta said in surprise " you never change, do you shorty " you said firmly . from the look of his face you could tell he was ticked off at you " Kisuke in ?" you asked. Jinta opened the store doors " Welcome (L/N ) san " Kisuke said lazily to you "Quit with the honorifics,are the gigais ready? " you said to him in a pissed voice " Yes,they here" you nodded . After you,Toshiro and Rangiku put your gigais it was dark in the world of the living so you decided to stay the night at Kisuke's place.
It was midnight and you couldn't f
Icy StreetsI walk the icy streets alone. Couples with linked arms walk around me. Couples and friends.Icy Streets by DreamsAlone
I listen to the lonely beep of my apartment card in the security door.
I'm alone in the elevator. Through the elevator glass I watch the city plunge into darkness. I see a single figure faraway, my heart beats for a second. I watch for a moment in hope, that there is another single figure in this city. The distant figure breaks into two.
Two figures walking side by side on the icy paths.
I walk into the empty apartment. The heat greets me in silence. Pounding into my body. I quietly take off my jacket. It's not warm though. This overheated apartment, don't mistake it. It's as icy as the city's streets.
Lost HorizonYou are my lost horizon even if I've never found you.Lost Horizon by NeonHermit
I watch you off in the distance day and night, always just out of reach.
Found a way to never be too far away though.
I follow you around in my dreams, and your never more than a sleep away.
Feminine GeographyThere is a beautiful land, a delicate land
That a man will find in his dreams
Or stumble upon unplanned.
It has long and perfumed waterfalls
Which transform to his will -
Be it into lake of wonders
Or a river that sprawls
Through endless lost meanders.
Beyond there are two mines which shine
With unknown precious jewels:
Spells frozen in space and time.
To them a man could dedicate his life
Only to delve ever deeper, but never find
The secrets for which he mined.
Past the mines lies a single cliff
Looking down upon a field of roses red:
And dividing once the flower bed
A crack upon the ground,
One single thread of darkness there
Hostage MindAllow me the pleasure of telling you the truth;
of your beloved little reality.
The curtains that blow and billow such as the limbs of a willow,
the curtains that gather and flow over your sleeping form,
they are nothing more than tattered fabric,
hanging limp and suffocating your room.
Moonlight that filters lushly around your fortress from out the clouds,
the moonlight that touches silvers jewels and shines of them,
it's nothing more than feeble, watery rays,
occasionally sneaking in through those torn drapes.
The vibrant colours of the outside woods,
the colours that shine of autumn and spring and warm things,
they are merely illusions, abstract creations of your mind,
available only when you're sleeping.
You see, child, it's all up there;
it's your own imagination that's holding you hostage.
memories don't just fadeMy eyes are red and bloodshot, with low-lying eyelids.
I widen them; it stings a little.
So I squeeze them shut, and open them again
- very slowly.
I've been sobbing on my pillow; it's smudged with my mascara.
Why didn't I take my makeup off before I went to bed?
What was the point of that question?
I sigh, I know exactly why there's no room in my mind
for thoughts about skincare.
I turn back to the mirror on my bedside, and trail my gaze down from my pathetic eyes
toward a purple gash running diagonally from my cupids bow
to the left side of my cheek.
My lip is split, so it hurts to talk now.
"If I slice your mouth sweetie, you'll remember that you mustn't talk." That's what was said.
My body jolts, I turn the mirror away. I don't want to look at my face anymore.
I shut my eyes - gingerly, to save myself pain -
and I tried my very best
to go to sleep.
Smells of ink,
Still warm from the printer.
Choose the best answer
Not the three that are good.
We are brainwashed;
There is only one right answer
Success is only measured in one way.
Filling in a bubble:
Right or wrong,
We are turned into points;
Small black circles.
But that is not life;
There is not always one right answer.
There are good choices
And all right choices.
There are bad choices too,
But we are not defined by them.
We can change our minds,
Change our path.
Some paths may be better than others,
But we can still be successful.
Not all choices are good or bad,
Right or wrong.
Some are just different.
Some are just choices.
Rose on a grave.Was it just yesterday that you left my life?
Every minute feels like an eon
And every breath hurts like a knife.
Will I make it to the dawn?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sorry
For not being there when it happened?
Dear God, will you tell her that story
About the lost ship and the angry captain?
Dear God, will you sing her to sleep
Every night that she's lonely?
Dear God, will you tell her to keep
In mind that she's the one and only?
Dear God, will you tell her that I wasn't mad
When I didn't pick up the phone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sad
And that I'll never leave her alone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I love her,
So much that it aches?
Tell her that now she knows what was above her
Because she didn't have time to push on the brakes.
Dear God, tell her that I'll never forget
Her blue eyes and sweet voice
Tell her that I'll never regret
She'd always be my first choice.
Dear God, tell her that our little boy
Is really proud of his mom
Tell her that he finds joy
The Skies bleed redThey shout,
The skies are red, the skies are red,
But that's not what I see.
I see a land that seems well bled-
A sight saved just for me.
I watch as clouds of cotton floss
Shed bombs through spiral stairs.
I watch them shatter upon the earth,
And leave it burnt and bare.
Oh, where are the cold stone buildings gone
That once stood tall and strong?
Where are the bustling, bursting throngs
That filled the streets? What's wrong?!
At once the world swells and sways,
The reds turn ghastly white.
Through the mists of my cluttered mind,
I see a flash of light.
It leads me out into a park
With a noise I can't shake off
I hear them scream, I hear them weep,
But I see no sight thereof.
But, wait, I see! My vision clears,
I see the bleeding line
Of bodies bare, of scared death masks
And oh no! That one's mine!
My face lies pale, my eyes as misted
As they must have been
To all the world, for the things I saw
They could never have seen.
I lie shattered in a pool of crimson,
My body is so finely ble
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