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The two boys sat there silently on the end of Tuffnuts bed. Everyone was out with their Dragons but Snotlout had asked to talk to him alone somewhere; the only place Tuffnut could recommend was his room. "So what did you want?" Tuffnut asked, "I was just thinking, its pretty stupid really.." Snotlout scratched the back of his neck, "Go on.." Tuffnut said, "Well you know how Astrid and Hiccup are together, it's clear how much Fishlegs likes your sister Ruffnut. So we're the only Vikings left without someone." "So you're trying to say that we should like.. you know.. be a couple?" Tuffnut looked at him suspiciously. "I never said be a couple,

BOOM! You smacked hard into the hard concrete wall. Your head was spinning and you could feel your consciousness slipping. If not for your mutant powers, you'd probably had died from the impact. Your body could absorb the impact and turn into energy you could use yourself, kind of like the mutant Shaw you had encountered a year before. "Come on, ____! You must try harder than that!" Charles shouted from the sideline. You glared at him and dodged a punch thrown at you. Closing your eyes, you filled your lungs with air and felt as if time had slowed, as if you had all of the time in the world to focus all of your energy in one punch. Your ey

Takashi Morinozuka Xreader Chapter 9 It was the day of the concert You paced back and forth in music room 3 holding Honey’s stuffed bunny Usa-Chan tightly to your chest. As you paced you mumbled to yourself every once in a while words could be understood by the remaining host club members who watched you, afraid to go near you. “Mumble mumble) fuck this sucks (mumble mumble) wish I had some chocolate (mumble mumble)” And so on You noticed Mori walk into the room but Honey wasn’t with him like he was when they left the room. ‘Weird’ you thought to yourself ((other side of the room)) “Mori-Senpai! Wha

I sighed. I gazed at my phone's bright screen, staring at my girlfriend's face. I smiled slightly, but sighed. I couldn't sleep. She was off again, on a mission. I'd be lying to say that I wasn't worried everytime she left, but it was part of the job. Why did I fall for her anyway? There were many girls who fell head over heels for me the second they saw me. But (y/n)? I fell for her first... I glanced at my snoring brother and crept to my desk, sitting down quietly. I took out a piece of paper and a pen and began to write. "The reasons I love her is because..." I murmured as I wrote the words on the page. I sighed and began to write. Num

"Ne, ne! Yukio  look! I'm wearing a nurse's outfit!" You laughed, twirling in a circle. He hummed and placed his pencil down and turned to look at you. He froze. Shura was standing next to you. "So. Whatcha think of your girlfriend, Yukio?" Shura smirked, folding her arms and resting them on your head. You smiled brightly. "T-take that off, (y/n)." He blushed, turning away. Of course Shura picked the smallest size. Last time, she purposely shrunk all of your uniforms and placed her right in front for his desk. So he could look at you. His girlfriend pouted. "But Yukio-chan!" She sniffled. "Yeah, Yukio-chan." Shura mocked. "She offered to

Many male otakus had, well, a thing for girls wearing cute outfits. The stereotypical Japanese outfits. First, there was the every so classical maid. The wearer should fit the personality. Elegant, yet tough. Soft spoken, but also confident. Yes, a woman that could walk with confidence was always a plus. The short skirts was a good thing, too. Nurses were meant for the cute girls with the shy boy. It always worked. Always. It didn't matter. Look at Okumura-kun. He was a lucky young man. Now, girls in a cat- no, neko costume was for the most daring and loud lady. She better be prepared to be hit by a tackle and pool of nose blood. And tissu

Set in Erebor, pre-Smaug - where all is good! You had just finished showing off the latest armour designs for Thror’s army and were making your way through the magnificent halls of Erebor to get back to your home in Dale. The instruction from your father was very specific: present plans to the King and return home with the feedback. There was no room for the usual distractions of watching the army train, stealing desserts from the kitchen with Dwalin and – most importantly – Thorin Oakenshield. Your father was very serious about the latter. He knew all too well of what the Mountain Prince meant to you and vice versa. But h