Text, Ch.1 - BleachSummary- What if the Bleach characters all had phones? What kind of messages would they send to each other? No pairings but some ship tease!
Warnings- Crack. Lots of crack.
Rukia: So this is a mobile telephone device?
Ichigo: Yeah. We just call them cell phones.
Rukia: That was quick! They're certainly more effective than Hell Butterflies!
Ichigo: Uh, yeh, sure. Glad u like it.
Rukia: That's appalling spelling, Michigan.
Rukia: It's some stupid thing called auto correct. The closest word it has to your name is Michigan.
Ichigo: Seriously?! U no u can disable auto correct, right?
Rukia: What is up with your spelling?!
Ichigo: It's called text talk.
Rukia: I find it difficult to believe that anyone would ever use such a ridiculous choice of
Rings, Necklaces, and DeathDave stood at the top of a building with his arms spread out. He looked down at the ground below.
Well, he thought, this is it for me. Once I jump, I'm going to die. It's not like anyone's going to miss me...Heh, maybe I'll even meet Bro when I'm in the afterlife. He wouldn't be happy, but he's still Bro. He'll get over it. Dave took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Time to die.
Jade was walking to her boyfriend's apartment with flowers, to go perform the daily ritual of honoring Bro's death at the graveyard, when she saw a huge shadow cast over her. She looked up and what she saw caused her to drop her flowers and run into the apartment building and up the service stairs. She saw Dave about to leap to his death.
Jade had burst through to the top and saw Dave still standing there, with his arms spread out. Jade froze, being able to do nothing but stand the
[ under the stars ][:dave strider:][icon ; http://moveslikestrider.dreamwidth.org/]
[under the stars - acapetley/lonelyScribbler]
[dave strider x reader]
The last moments of daylight hung onto the sky as blue hues began to fade; the moon beginning to take its place in preparation for the night. Stars hid behind the sunlight stubbornly as the last stages of twilight began.
Dave Strider waited patiently in his sleek red car, arm hanging out from the window as his stereo played his newest mix. Across from the spot he parked was a simple two story house. Inside, the girl of his dreams finished her look for tonight’s date.
He glanced over towards the window that peeked into her room, Thinking about tonight's plan to make [Name] fall for him more than she already had.
Smirking to himself with confidence, the distant sound of a door closing caught his ears. [H/c] locks were do
Homestuck - Dave x ReaderBeing at Dave's house was... Pretty cool when you thought about it.
Actually... You might have to rephrase that... It's awesome!
You watched as he sat down next to you on a large sofa, after flicking off a few puppets that were in his way.
He was holding something. He seemed to be pretty happy with whatever it was because there was a rare smile across his face.
"Hey, guess what? Apple juice. Is this fucking Christmas or what?"
You smiled at his over used catchphrase as you took a bottle, muttering a thanks. You didn't want to look too happy. It might make you look... Uncool.
Dave half watched you as you opened it. What? Was this apple juice that good.
Just as you were taking a swig, it dawned on you. He must have...
"PPPHHHHTTTHHHHFFFFPPPPHHHHTTTHHH!!!!!! DAVE! THAT IS DISGUSTING! DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST PISS IN THAT BOTTLE?"
He smirked as he looked at you from under his shades.
"No, don't worry. But I did put a little bit of this in it, to make it taste like piss." Da
"Making my way downtown, walkin' fast, faces pass and i'm home-"
"bound," Dave slipped beside (Y/N) in one swift motion, before flawlessly walking together with her with their footsteps rhythm matching perfectly.
"Jegus, how did you find me?" (Y/N) grinned, pulling one of her earbuds out of her ear.
"Simple. I walk, I see you, I join you," Dave continued to look front, watching faces pass by them.
A girl holding onto a teddy bear, tugging on her mother's arm to get her attention.
A business man talking loudly on the phone.
A group of teenagers trying too hard to look hipster.
"You want to listen?" (Y/N) asked as she lifted up a earbud in offer.
"Aw man, c'mon, Strider! You know you want to," (Y/N) teased, making Dave begrudgingly accept it. The air smelled like spring today, the gentle breeze's usual scent mixed with fragrant flowers and blades of fresh grass.
"I brought sandwiches, you want some?" (Y/N) offered to Dave, taking out a ziplock bag filled wi