Hairbun503

Upon meeting the strange shark boy at the end of the dock, Haru decides he wants to keep him. *** In this, Haru's over at a family member's house or something that's RIGHT on the ocean, with a little dock where he can just sit there by the water. **** The young boy sat at the edge of the dock, feet dangling in the water, kicking lazily back and forth. The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon, and his parents were back inside the house. Despite the deep urge he had to jump in, his parents had specifically told him to be out of the water as the sun started to set. He tossed a smooth stone back and forth in his hands, heaving out a sigh. It

It was an honest mistake. It truly was! Danny had been walking around the school, trying to find the bathroom in the area, but here he was, being a huge fucking creep by staring into the room, where a young boy sat in the room, strumming at a guitar and singing a song quietly, but he wasn't very good at guitar. Each time he hit a wrong note, or his fingers plucked a little too hard at one string, Danny winced, but god he would gladly sit through it if he could just stare at this kid forever. Danny had seen pretty, he had seen gorgeous, but this boy seemed to be on an entirely different level. A level in which his heart got tighter in his ches

It had only started happening lately, and nobody was sure why. If you walked past the old swim club, with the dingy old walls and half-shattered windows, you’d always get that sense of eeriness. There had always been rumors that it was haunted, with fake stories to the title, made up by random teenagers in their spare time. Slamming doors, creaking floors, footsteps and voices echoing through the halls were a constant. But it was only now that there was true proof that there was something there. Footsteps bounced off of the walls, walking to seemingly random places, and disappearing before you could catch a glimpse. Shadows would seem

It was invigorating, honestly, being in the water. Having it all around him, running over every part of his body, surrounding him, comforting him. If he had a choice, he'd spend whole weeks in the water, just swimming and swimming until his body was worn out and tired, and even then he'd just keep going. But there was always a reason he had to get out. Pool was closing, Nagisa dragged him out to go and run around or... "Haruka!" a familiar voice shouted. Directing his eyes upward, he met the violet-red eyes of Rin, smiling so widely, he could see the extra-sharp points teeth of his poking out. That had always been so abnormal to him, honestl

The smell of saltwater filled Gilbert’s nose as he took a deep breath in, a wavy smile working its way onto his face as he stared out at the dock. He liked being around the water, but he hated being in it. Placing a hand above his eyes to shield them from the burning sun, he glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the flamboyant light green, or shining blonde hair of his friend Francis in the crowd. His smile twisted into a grin when he noticed him leaning against the railing, and he quickly scurried over, dodging multiple sailors that just happened to be unloading one of the few ships that had docked. After exchanging the usual pl

Gilbert was pissed, and not just kinda-sorta pissed, but raging, flames shooting from his eyes "get the fuck out of my way" pissed. Why was he pissed? Because his best friend since childhood just told him about kicking the shit out of her sexist and verbally abusive boyfriend. Now, he wasn't pissed about Eli kicking the shit out of him (honestly, if he'd been informed, he would've been cheering her on) but by the things she'd said he told her. Now, he knew Eli was a smart girl, and that, under any other circumstance, she would've left the douchebag the moment that he breathed a word of that "a woman's place is in the kitchen" bullshit, and

Society What have you done? Turning lovely people human-beings into monsters and possessions A woman is assaulted and we first ask "What was she wearing?" It shouldn't have to matter! Society Why have you done this? Every act of terrorism is now the fault of a Muslim in everyone's eyes An Islamic man kills twenty people he is a monster A Caucasian man kills one-hundred people "Oh, poor thing! He is obviously suffering from mental illness!" The color of your skin shouldn't have to matter! Society Is there no hope for us? Are we going to forever be a product of out ignorance hatred fear anger? A young child is bullied to the point tha

Enjoy this drabble-ish type thing. If you're having a bad day, I'd suggest reading this fic. ----------------+---------------+--------------------+-------------------+-----------------+ Francis sauntered into the room, a dashing grin on his face, and a fresh rose in his hand. He noticed you, sitting alone at a table in the corner, and a frown flashed across his face. Well, that wouldn’t do at all. He made his way over to where you were, sitting across from you, giving you that infectious smile. You didn’t even notice. He sighed, his blue eyes softening for a moment. “Bounjour, my dear~” he sang. You [e/c] eyes slow

WARNING: Revolutionary War Feels~ Yes, I'm evil, just read. c: ---------------------------------+-----------------------------------------------+----------------------------+ "From now on, consider me...independent!" America's voice rang across the battle ground, slicing through the heavy rain that fell on their heads, and England grit his teeth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing...He'd given America everything. Kindness, love, trust, and good, solid advice. He tried his hardest to be a suitable big brother to the little colony. So why was he trying to break away from him?! ...he trusted him...to stay...America had promised he woul

"Owch! Why you - !" the young Hungarian nation cried as the albino fled, his stupid bird fluttering behind him, his obnoxious laugh ringing through the air. "Sorry, Eli, you're gonna have to be faster next time!" he called over his shoulder. And, with that, he dissapeared into the forest, leaving the female behind, rubbing her head and frowning. "I'll get you next time!" she shouted, waving her sword in the air, fussing and cussing up a storm. But then, she felt the pain beginning to become stronger, in her left elbow, and she needed to get the bruise on her forehead looked at, before it swelled up. She stared down at her bleeding elbow, h