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Enchanted to Meet You"I still don't understand why I have to go." A young boy of ten years pouted as he watched with scolding hazel eyes his foster brother try to fix his emerald green shirt tie. The older teen stuck out his tongue in frustration as he tied and untied the knot, trying to get it right. Once it like he wanted. He straightened up and smiled.
"Perfecto~!" He exclaimed, ignoring the complaint from the younger one. Antonio, the teenager, began to work on his own red shirt tie and walked away. Lovino, the young angry Italian boy, followed him and grabbed onto his black jacket.
"Stop ignoring me and tell me why I have to go to this damn party!" He demanded hotly. With a childish pout placed on his lips, Lovino crossed his arms and glared at Antonio. The Spanish teen looked down at him and sighed. Kneeling down to be at the same level as the Italian, Antonio pursed his lips, searching for the right words to say.
"Listen, Lovi..." He began. "Papa told me that at this party... I will meet my f
Love KillsLove Kills
Armin stared at the ceiling of his new home as he laid in bed. Tears welled up in his eyes as he recalled his memories just like he did every night. He had been sent home because of an devastating accident that caused him to have broken his leg. The day they told him, he tried to convince them that he could still be useful. He tried to do everything physically possible to stay with Eren.
"Go Armin. You're in no shape to continue fighting titans."
"Eren, I don't have to titans! I c-can help with plans! Please, Corporal Smith, believe me!"
Armin clenched his fists and closed his eyes tightly, trying to block the thoughts out of his mind. He choked back a sob as he realized that he couldn't. If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to hear Eren's voice anymore.
"Armin, you don't have to stay anymore! Go!"
"... Eren, I can't leave. I can't be anywhere else if you-"
"I don't love you."
The blond's body shook with sobs as he remembered looking up at his ex-lover and hearing
Fire fliesFire flies
There was only one word that could describe the way Eren felt at the moment as he stood in the forest with Armin next to him.
The forest was lit up by the light of millions of fire flies as they danced among the trees, setting up a show for the two boys as they stood there, hand in hand.
Eren's olive green eyes were glued onto the millions of lights as they moved about. They seemed to be dancing to an unknown song that neither he or Armin could hear. But, they watched in delight as the trees were illuminated by the bugs.
The sound of the wind brushing against the trees created a peaceful atmosphere as they continued to watch the bugs. Slowly coming out of his trance, Eren face his friend as a smile grew on his lips. Armin had let go of his hand and was reaching to catch a bug while trying not to ruin the fantasy.
Eren chuckled quietly when Armin couldn't successfully catch a firefly. He reached up and cupped his hands, managing to catch a few. He lowered hi
Dark!America x Mute!Reader - Together RQ
Alfred was never the same after that accident from a few years ago. I had to witness it as it happened. It almost put me in the hospital but im glad to be alive but I had to pay a small price for it. I lost my voice.
Losing my voice was the hardest for me for a few weeks. I had to learn sign language to communicate with people; if they knew it that is. I couldn’t talk again after I finally was ready to go into voice acting. it hurt to say or send a message to the people about how I couldn’t talk.
They laughed at me and never contacted me again. I had tears in my eyes knowing I could not achieve my dream.
Rolling in bed I look out the window seeing it was raining. Alfred must have done something to make the weather be like this.
Sighing I get up from bed rubbing my throat wondering what would happen if my voice came back. It’s been years but I can always wish. Right?
Stretching from being awoken by the rain pelting on the window you got off your bed
Geek x Pervert?! France x WaitressReader
Your family had owned the café for years and once you got out of school you started your shift. You slung your messenger bag over your body and quickly sped out of the classroom, trying to get as far from the perverts as is humanly possibly, running around the bloody place you looked like Usain Bolt! In all honesty, you thought of yourself as a super hero, geek by day, waitress by night! And yes, you wore things like glasses just to keep your face hidden from the public eye. You hid yourself from mainly the male species, but kept yourself a whole 200 ft away from one male in particular.
Francis Bonnefoy. Or what you liked to call him, the annoying French pervert; AFP for short .
He was well known amongst your school, particularly the female crowd. With long, golden blonde hair and glorious blue eyes, and that 'to die' for sexy accent, who wouldn't fall for him?
Every other girl may of fallen for his so-called 'charms', but you were a different story. Countless of gi
Don't delete my numberDon't delete my number.
I want you to keep it for as long as you can.
Until looking at it as you scroll down in your contacts becomes too unbearable.
Until it hurts in places you never knew you had.
Until you internally bleed and your skin bruises deep purple and blue.
I don't know how long it will take you—maybe tomorrow, next month, or next year.
But when you have finally had enough and go to delete it forever, text me first just to tell me so.
Don't give me time to reply, just press send and delete.
Because only then will you know just how I felt when I deleted yours.
Don't reply to this Facebook message.
Even if you do, I won't be able to receive it because you'll be long blocked by then.
What you don't understand is that I must do this.
I have to keep pushing you away because it's the only thing I know how to do.
This kind of pain is the only thing I can feel sometimes.
And I'm beginning to like it.
But don't worry. Please, don't worry.
:Idiot: Abridged! Marik x Reader
"I'm not gay!" Marik screamed out in frustration.
"and I'm the Queen of England." Bakura said with sarcasm. "I'm being serious Bakura, I'm NOT gay!" Marik yelled. You sighed. They've been going at it for days.
Bakura would say something rude to Marik, Marik would get offended, then this would all lead to Marik being gay. Though Marik would detest all of it.
You shook your head. They were acting childish and it annoyed you to no end. Not to mention the three of you were supposed to plot out the Pharaoh's demise. You frowned. Why did you put up with this in the first place?
Oh, know you remember, it's because of....your crush.
No, not Bakura. It's Marik...Surprising, huh?
Yes, Marik is your crush. Ever since you've encountered him in an alley way, you just finished dueling one of his rare hunters and you won. He liked your skills and decided that you could be one of his alleys. Though, half of you regretted it.
He was immature and loud..
The Power of the Light part 2Chapter 2: Arendelle
Wing ran down the steps as fast as she could, heading deeper into the ruins.
“SLY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” called out Wing.
No answer. Wing started to get even more worried by the minute. She soon made it to the bottom of the steps when she stopped as step foots where heard coming towards her.
On the ground was a heart marking with wings on the side and a crown above it. Wing noticed the shadows as the person came into her view.
“Sly,” whispered Wing.
Sly seemed to have heard her as he turned his head towards her, still in the trance like state. Wing looked concerned when she noticed this.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Wing.
Sly just give her a small smile before kneeing down to the symbol. He put his hand on it and it suddenly glowed. Wing shielded her eyes as she watched Sly stand up. The symbol then opened, reveling to be a gate. Sly appeared to be floating down, much to Wing’s shock and horror.
Reader x Cheren: StuckWalking out of the theater, I heard the familiar buzzing from my bag that meant the Xtransceiver was ringing. I sat down on a bench beside the path as I pulled it out. Who would be calling me this time of night? I wondered.
“Hello?” I asked as the picture blinked on.
It was Cheren! I did a mental check: I brushed my hair this morning, check. Put on makeup today, check. I admit it, I’d had a thing for Cheren ever since I defeated him in our gym battle, months ago.
“_____! Hi. Do you happen to be near Nimbasa City right now?” Cheren asked. His words came out rushed, as if he was nervous about something. It took a moment for me to decipher what he had just said.
“I’m actually just leaving the musical theater. Why?” His nervousness set me on edge. Was something happening in Nimbasa? Was team plasma up to something again?
It seemed like Cheren blushed a little bit, but it was probably just my imagination. “I... was just wondering. Um, wo
Return of the scientists ch5"Lalna..." Lalna stood up in his cell.
"It hurts.... EVERYTHING HURTS" Strippin broke out crying and screaming.
"EVERYTHING'S BURNING EVERYTHING STINGS!!!" His boney fingers clawed into his arms and face. He began to pull at his hair as he kept on screaming for help and mercy. He looked at Lalna with red and puffy eyes. His body twitched uncontrollably
"You s-said everything was g-going to be a-alright... " Strippin sat there in his cell, against the back wall, staring at Lalna, as his last screams escaped him. Lalna reached out of his cell and grabbed the back of Livid's coat. He took his other hand and turned Livid's face to meet his own.
"You've killed two people, my friends, right in front of my eyes. When I get out, I promise to kill you." Lalna pulled him closer and banged his head against the bars.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you..." Lalna let go of Livid's labcoat and moved back as one of the giant dogs tried to make it's way into his cage.
"There, no more problems. Now,
Sollux x reader p6~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ugh, how'd you know?..." I questioned _______.
"I'm magic!" She replied, with a giggle.
"Either way, I loved it." I smirked.
"I hate my job." I grumbled, as the phone rang. "Hello, Thollux here... No, I have a lihtp... A LITHP!... Okay, I'm thorry. What theems to bee the problem?" I snickered in my mind, I would've used trollian to say 'bee'. Man, I missed my friends... No, what am I saying? ______'s good to me, I shouldn't be ungrateful. She took me in, when I was at my lowest point, hell I could have been a weird homeless pedophile(she told me what this is)! "I thee, well you thould turn it off then on again." I thought to myself, 'these people do not even need help, they just need some more thinkpan molecules. "Plug it back in, otherwithe it ithn't gonna turn back on." I mumbled, unknowlingly. Luckily they heard it. ________ walked in, the be
The Power of the Light part 1Chapter 1: Typical Day in Paris
Darkness. That was all that the girl saw as she was floating in what seemed to be a sea of darkness.
‘This dream again…’ thought the girl.
The girl slowly opened her eyes, reveling them to be black.
‘Why…why do I keep having this?’ thought the girl.
In a flash, she found herself in a town during the starry night as the girl was reveled more in looks.
She had long brown hair down to her waist which had dark purple and blue breads in it, a dark purple hair clip, and was wearing a diamond heart shaped necklace, a dark purple top, a jacket with blue at the top chest part and grey on the bottom and sleeves with a blue line on the sleeves, a grey belt with a blue raccoon symbol on it and purple in the middle, a blue bag, dark purple gloves with grey bands around them, dark blue jeans, and knee high dark purple boots with grey outlines on the top.
The girl blanked as she looked around the town.
“This place a
Smiling and Thinking of You
Smiling and Thinking of You
A loud commotion could be heard through the empty halls of where the G8 meeting was being held. Many people were speaking or rather yelling at each other. Or some weren't paying any attention to the ruckus.
For example, Italy Veneziano.
The Italian man was doodling on a scrap piece of paper and found himself thinking about pasta. He drew a bowl of pasta with steam coming off of it and colored in the sauce with red pen. Then he found his thoughts lingering on other things...
Tomatoes... Hmmm Fratello said Spain brought tomatoes from Messico.... Mmm... Messico... Italy thought and smiled. His thoughts rested on the Mexican woman and stayed there until his brother yelled at him.
"What the hell are smiling about?" Romano growled and shot a glare at him. Italy snapped out of his dreamy faze and looked at his brother. He gave him a sheepish smile.
"Mi dispiace... I got caught up in my thoughts..." Well, at least it wasn't a lie....
Romano rolled his eyes an
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