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]
Last moments of daylight barely hung onto the sky as blue hues began to fade, the moon beginning to take its place in preparation for nighttime , but stars still 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 with his stereo turned up to his newest mix. Across from his spot was a simple suburban two story house, inside was the girl of his dreams finishing her look for tonight’s date.
As he glanced over towards the window that peeked into her room, he began to think about what he could do tonight to make [Name] fall for him even more than she already was.
Smirking to himself in confidence, the distant sound of a door closing caught his ears, [h/c] locks were worn down and draped over shoulders, a causal baby b
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
Say Cheese - Grimmichi oneshot
"Oi, Ichi, whats this thing?"
Said teen turned his head to stare over his shoulder exasperatedly.
This was about the thirtieth time Grimmjow has interrupted his reading with stupid questions.
"Thats a camera." The teen answered simply before returning his attention to the large textbook that lay before him. The tiny print and large words were starting to make him go cross-eyed, but he knew that if he procrastinated on his homework then his grades would drop, and he refused to let that happen - - even if he kept being interrupted by hollow attacks and unexpected visits from shinigami, friends, and - - most recent - - a certain blue-haired hollow.
"Wuhs it do?" The ever-curious arrancar questioned, but the teen promptly ignored him in favor of scribbling something in his notebook. "Hey! Im talkin to ya, dandelion!" Grimmjow growled irritably and he practically bristled when he was ignored once again. Huffing out an angry breath, the hollow tried to just shrug it off and distract himself
GrimmIchi: In SicknessTitle: In Sickness
Author: Black Storm Van Pendragon
Pairing: Grimmjow / Ichigo
Rating: T [some swear words]
Genre: General romance
Summary: Ichigo and Grimmjow rediscover their feelings for each other, in a small way...
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and I make no profit from this. I write purely out of fun and sheer boredom of it all -that and the lack of a GrimmIchi fix.
"GOOD MOOOOOOORNING I~CHI~GOOOOOO~!!!"
"Rise and shine my so---"
More silent pause.
"You've a fever".
Damn Keigo from the pits of hell -doesn't his family know better than to send their sick son to school? Ichigo cursed and rolled around to get comfortable, almost forgetting about the cooler pack on his forehead as it slid off and fell down to the floor. Ichigo sighed with an inward groan, he pulled out his hand from the confines of his blanket weakly and proceed to