The-Mistic-Soldier

Warning: There is suicide in this. And angst, if you don't like either, I'm sorry but you won't like this fic. “Nishinoya-“ “No! I don’t want to believe it! I don’t even know you!” “Stop being such a child, you’re my soul mate, whether you like it or not.” “No! I refuse to believe it! My soul mate is Kiyoko-san!” “Yuu-“ “Don’t call me that!” he screamed, launching several textbooks at your head. You ducked but one managed to land a hit against your forehead. “I don’t want anything to do with you! You’re the worst! Go away!&

The Throat Of The World was a horror to get to. Constant spikes of cruel, cold wind shot you like an arrow. Snow bears, snow foxes, ice wraiths, ice wolfs, and not to mention the damn frost dragons always wanted a piece of you. By the time you reached the top, you were exhausted, injured, hungry, thirsty, and down right pissed off. Sometimes you felt like a damn  courier for Paarthurnax and the Grey Beards. Why couldn't they just talk to each other face to face? From Frostfall to Evening Star, you had been back and forth between High Hrothgar and Throat Of The World, delivering messages. You were the Dragonborn, you were apart of the Compan

For the rest of the morning, the twins kept bothering you in not so subtle ways, such as bumping into your arm when you wrote in your notebooks and volunteering you when the teacher needed someone to read a section of the manual or answer a question. Not once did they even glance at you or say a word to you. It was very likely they could already imagine how annoyed you were with them. It was a bit odd though as it seemed like Kaoru was taking the charge on this one. Usually it would be Hikaru leading the way. ‘Just some extra salt to the wound,’ you groaned mentally. Why couldn’t your feelings for Kaoru just go away? You di

You ran. Your lungs were burning and your legs were ready to give out from beneath you, but you still ran. You made sharp left hoping to throw the rapists off course. Lately, there's been reports of raping spotting all over London. They said that the rapists would travel at night in groups of three or more. You had just ran out of your house to get some milk until you decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway. That was when you ran into them. You were able to use some defense techniques in order to slip from their grasps, but you knew you wasn't strong enough to hold them off for long. You threw dust into their eyes, and made a break fo

[warning for suggestive scenes and foul language] --- For those who were bored of the quiet countryside, the life and bustle of the city was a pleasant diversion - in more ways than one. The markets of Trost were flooded with its common folk, but you navigated the urban corridors effortlessly, like a cat weaving underfoot. You weren't dressed for show, nor were so sloppy and ragged in appearance that the locals would recognize you as a resident of the underground. There was a great advantage in being seen, but not noticed. Blending in, as ordinary and innocuous as one could be. You smiled discreetly beneath the fabric of your scarf. It was

Bored. So bored, I might just keel over in this cell. It’s been 4 weeks since I last saw that strange SCP, SCP-049, that is his designation. The doctor that I’ve been assigned came and went every week as usual, but I never saw 049 in the halls again, I guess the big wigs upstairs heard of the incident and changed the schedules so we wouldn’t run into each other again. I pace back and forth in my cell, the people come in to offer me my dinner; I don’t eat any of it. They can see that I am upset at something, see that I am not eating, they think my behavior is suspicious but they never ask me what is wrong, they probably

Luke was everything you dreamed of in a perfect man, Funny, smart, beautiful eyes, a bright smile, and oh his hair was just too perfect. When you were with him everything felt calm it felt like you could completely forget the zombies around you it was almost like they were never there when he was with you. You sighed and sat down on one of the couches in the cabin, stretching and taking off your shoes to make yourself more comfortable. It felt good being in the cabin with everyone except it didn't feel nice when they were all stressing out and not to mention Nick always over stressing and causing an argument but Luke was always there to calm

A/N: Just a trigger warning, there is some mention of self harm and more mature mental health topics here! Be careful.   The wars were hard. Day in and day out, killing each other in ways that nobody thought were possible. Most of the people who signed up for this kind of stuff enjoyed it - either they had no other skills for a job, or were ex-convicts looking for a job that would allow them to do less-than-legal things without any judgement. Still, some people had other reasons. You knew that the Heavy had this job so that he could support a family back at home. You were the same way. Let's face it, people here made a lot of money! Still..

---Happy Anniversary (Tadashi Hamada x Reader)--- "What should I get for him this year?" you wondered, pacing back and forth in your room. Today happens to be your third anniversary with the handsome, loving, and adorkable guy that is Tadashi Hamada. Last year, you weren't able to get him anything, so you thought it would be appropriate for you to give a really good gift this year to compensate. You've been trying to hard to come up with an idea, but your mind just seems to draw blank. "Argh...This is hopeless! What am I--" you shouted out in frustration, only to stop when you saw something catch your eye. From across your room, you spott

You always knew there was something peculiar about him. The way he sat, thought, and not to mention the fact he was downright emotionless. But that never stopped you from being his best friend. Well, in secret, you absolutely adored every little bit about him, not that you would ever tell him that. Helpless love, one would call it. "Hello, Near." you said calmly, approaching the boy in the library, careful in not to destroying the dominos and card tower near your bare feet. Near sat in a balled position on the floor, his white socks peeking out from underneath and strands of his whitish hair falling in his eyes. "Hello, (y/n)." "What are

"Why can't I get out of here?" you moaned as you walked down yet another desolate hallway. Since two days ago, you've been lost in Silent Hill. You were currently inside the School, walking aimlessly through the seemingly never-ending rooms and halls. Just as you turned a corner, a large needler came crashing through the ceiling in front of you. You screamed as you ran back around the corner and fumbled around for your pocket knife. You found it just as the needler came around the corner, its claws dripping with blood. But before you could even move, a large hand smashed through the wall and quickly wrapped itself around the needlers neck. Yo

~Dream!~ A soft giggle left your lips as the doctors strapped you to the bed, your legs raising up and settling back down on the bed. "Aww all I wanted to do it play~" You giggled while raising your body against the restraints, the sound of the restraints groaning as you shifted up. The doctors growled and slammed your body back onto the bed, making you gasp at the sudden contact. "Oh doctor~ Are you getting frisky with me?~" You giggled more making the doctor shake his head and walk away, only for you to whimper. "No please don't leave me~ We were having so much fun~" "You straddling my lap while biting my neck like the crazy person t

    You studied the board for a moment briefly, chin in your hands as you carefully make your decision and moved your chess piece. "Your turn Jim..." you sat back, your eyes now looking over his pieces and his possible options of movement. "Hang on princess... business." Rolling your eyes, you took a sip of your tea, looking over the room but part of your attention remained on the board. You knew you didn't need to. Jim Moriarty wasn't the type to cheat. Blackmail, kill, manipulate... yes. Cheat? Not allowed. "Hey Jimmy can I use the ladies room? You're taking forever!" "Down the hall, third door on your left," he grumbled, eyes still on his

A/N: Read the description first. It is getting closer and closer to Christmas and everyone in Burgess was really looking forward to the holiday. Especially one sixteen year old (H/C) haired girl, (Y/N). She has always loved winter and, being the babysitter of Jamie and Sophie Bennett, believes in things she probably would have outgrown if it wasn't for them. For example, she believes in Jamie's friend, Jack Frost. Only because no-one, not even Jamie, can describe someone in such detail without them being real. She has always wanted to meet him, so every time it gets closer and closer to Christmas, she opens her window and sings carols, hopin

You weren't born on Berk, absoletely not. You were born as a daughter of simple merchant and a healer. Until Alvin killed your parents, left alone, you had nowhere to go and no one to take care of you. Well, that was before a dragon found you. A Sand Wraith. It took you on Berk and took care of you. But then, when you were ten, vikings found you when your dragon, (d/n) wasn't with you. They took you to their village and then the nightmare begun. You didn't want to fight with dragons, you wanted to be friends with them, just as you were with (d/n) but no one wanted to listen to you. You worked with Gobber and Hiccup, but in the same time you w

/Author note: If any of you have been to tumblr under the miraculous ladybug tag you've probably seen the break dance au, this story takes place in the reader and Chat falling in love despite how different their worlds are. The reader and Chat don't know each other in this one  shot, they are strangers. Chat isn't the known superhero in this considering it's an au, he is just Chat Noir- the break dancing baddie ;^)/ Your story starts out at the end of the long day you had. You had just gotten out of ballet practice and were heading out when some construction caused you to have to take another route walk home. It was about 9 at night in

Your legs were aching from all the walking you've done... Actually scratch that... Your entire body was aching, and your eyelids were hardly holding themselves up you were so tired. You were currently walking back from your dayshift at the diner you worked at, and dreading the fact that you would have to return later that night. You work from about 5 - 2 and then 6 - 12 everyday, and quite frankly it was taking a negative toll on your body and just the way you feel. Your overall appearance hadn't really changed to much, aside from you losing the sparkle in your eyes and the spring in your step. You still remained delicate, pale, and the perf

Red X x Male!Werecat!Reader- Dammit ((Cause Red X is Jason Todd.)) ----------------------------------- The Titan's tower was quiet, everyone having left the main area to go to sleep or be in private for a while. You were sprawled out across the couch, Deadpool comic book open and balanced precariously on your chest, and a soft, plump pillow under your head. You closed the comic book and yawned, dropping the book on the floor before curling up on the couch. You were too lazy to move. Red X watched from a metal beam in the ceiling, crouching low and waiting for his chance to strike and take out the most elite person in the Teen Titans. He v

{i heard you’re a player well nice to meet you, im the coach} “(F/n)!” You ran even faster than before - thanking soccer and track season for making your stamina peak, and being able to run long distances in remarkable time. You knew he would continue coming, you knew he would keep finding you; but that’s what it all was, a game of hide and seek. “(F/n), come out and play!” His voice rings out, and you knew he was getting closer; you quickly sprint past the tennis court, your lunch pack in hand. You maneuvered around people as best as you could, getting amused looks from others as they watch Rin chase af

Photo Booths [Stiles Stilinski X Reader ] [Name] [Last Name] was staring at Stiles Stilinski, sitting against one of the walls of the lobby area of the Skating Rink. No matter what he did at the moment, her eyes remained glued to him. The only thing bothering her was the nagging worry of him catching her staring. Of course, Stiles was chasing after Lydia like a love-sick puppy dog. Hell, he probably was one. Nobody could ever tell what anyone was anymore. [Name] knew she would never compare to Lydia Martin. Lydia had beauty, but most importantly.. Lydia was confident. [Name] wasn't confident, she was skittish and shy around her crush, who

[P2] Right then, in that moment, he looked over and saw you.  His eyes widened at your obvious recognition, before he contained the surprise and laughed across the room, "I'm just his friend!  People say we look alike!"  He… he knew what you were thinking.  He responded with exactly the cute response that you needed to hear.   A certain cheer now evident in your eyes and your smile, you called back, "Well, will you say hi to him for me?  My name is [y/n]!"   "Of course!  Have a nice night, now!"  You were still grinning as you walked back to the room and got dressed for dinner. ~~~~~ The next day, your Navigator told you that Pete

Author Notes: -Woo! Chapter 4! This is going to be the final, so I hoped you all enjoyed it ^^ The ending was kind of cliché xD Disclaimer: I do NOT own Left 4 Dead or the games’ characters! I ONLY own the plot! -- For the remainder of the day, I grew used to the sight of infected heads being blown into nothing but a red mist. It seemed these four really favored the shotguns in these situations, while I preferred any gun I could find. We had covered several miles in a modicum of hours. I was generally surprised at how little infected individuals were stumbling through the streets, tumbling over debris and, at times, air. I late

Jesse McCree was something of an enigma to even those who knew him best. Granted the only ones who knew him well were law enforcement officers, but it was clear that even if you wanted to get close to him, it was practically impossible. Well, save for one individual. “Easy, Jesse. Easy.” You coaxed him into the medical bay, helping the heavy man onto one of the examination tables. If it weren’t for you holding him up he would have dropped to the floor a long while ago. You were careful in settling him down, making sure he didn’t slump over and block what little air he had going into his lungs. The outlaw didn’

“Watch who you love, honey,” your mother would say. “Love is like a fire. It either warms or consumes you. Don’t ever let your heart be consumed. Such is an injury with little hope of recovery.” To a naive mind, this was nothing more than an obvious statement. Why would you ever fall for someone that could hurt you?  Why would anyone? Of course, you had no idea how foolish the heart could be. It longed for things it couldn’t have. It yearned for things the mind put away as meaningless or worse, a danger to your well-being. That was until yours began chasing after a forbidden fruit, the King of HOMRA. S

You glared at the black haired male as he sat at his desk with a smile on his lips. He was clearly amused. You sat there irritated. You've known Izaya since high school and since then you've had no problem. Though as of recently you've been getting irritated with him. All he damn well does is worry about his game. And the people he's found and chosen to use as pawns. You maybe being one of them you don't care really. You were really the closest thing to a girlfriend for the guy. Until he gets bored. Namie noticed the look of irritation on your face. You were usually happy. The girl looked to Izaya and sighed with a roll of her eyes. Izaya

    You ran through the forest, your breathe grating in your throat as you finally slowed to a halt, resting your palms against your knees as you filled your lungs with air. You straightened, turning round, still panting as you called, “Doctor? Doctor, where are you?” your voice sounded small and hoarse amid the silence of the woods and you sighed heavily, wetting your dry lips as you turned to see none other than the Doctor standing there, watching you closely. You jumped at the sight, letting out a strangled noise of surprise, startled that he had appeared so silently, putting a hand to your chest as if he had given you a heart