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       The room was silent and had been for a rather long time now. You would have said something if not for the glares and sears being exchanged by the other members of the room. Relief finally came when Ryuk spoke. “Is it me, or does everyone in here seem just a little tense?” He was answered only with silent stairs. “I will take that as a yes. Since it is so awkward in here, I propose we all play a little game.” “Anything is better than sitting here being stared at like some sort of animal.” L took a deep breath in and turned his attention to Ryuk. “What did you have in mind? Something less annoyi

_____ = your name ----- = your lighter side's name "Alright, what the Hell have I walked in on?" you asked while looking at Mariku and Bakura in a rather compromising position on your kitchen floor, Yami sipping on a glass of water as he watched from his spot by the island. "Nothing!" they both yelled before walking to the opposite sides of the room. You, being one of the Egyptian spirits now living in the present day, roll your eyes before sitting next to Yami as he wrapped an arm around your waist and the rest of the gang came in, Joey and Tristan pigging out on what's in your fridge. You looked to your counterpart as she laughed at somet

it begins with a deal. it’s simple, although the details are far from typical. he does everything you ask, and in return, your soul is his. it’s only beneficial-- nothing more, nothing less. but as time passes, things change. this is not what you wanted. he does not love. he does not care for you. it’s a constant reminder you tell yourself. .     .     . “you’ve hardly spoken today.” there is no concern in his tone-- rather, it’s a faint hint of amusement, if not curiosity. a quiet sigh leaves your lips as you turn away from the window, only to be met with the sight of a smiling butler. his ex

"Mikasa! Eren!" I called the two figures that were walking a few meters further. "Ah! Hi (y/n)!" Eren greeted me as I was running next to him. Mikasa just nodded, acknowledging my presentence. I returned the gesture, giving my friends a genuine smile. The sun was shining and the wind blew gently. Everything indicated that It'd be another peaceful and quiet day for the Maria Wall. "Hey, (y/n). My father bought us a new ball yesterday. Why don't we play some football?" Eren recommended, being aware of my passion for this kind of sports. I happily agreed, asking to invite Armin as well, so the game would be fair and impartial. Hours passed and

       “Alright then ladies, I know you're all excited and ready to play, so I won't make you wait any longer.” Holding his hand next to his face, with his finger pointed up, sort of like a makeshift gun, Hanabusa extended his arm and pointed straight to you. “Bang, bang. You're going to be our very first player of the evening. Why don't you come up here and pick out your item?” “Okay.” Much less enthusiastic than ninety percent of the other girls, you pushed yourself away from the wall and walked up to Hanabusa. After getting the go ahead, you placed your hand inside and pulled out a thick, silver earring

"I'm sorry (y/n). It's over. I'm returning home." "Once, you told me I was your home..." the heartbroken female reminded him, her voice barely audible from the knot that was now choking her throat. He didn't respond. He just lowered his head, unable to look at her anymore. He just stood up, ready to leave. "Tell me... WHY?  WAS SHE PRETTIER? SMARTER? SWEETER THAN ME?" "I..." He never finished his sentence, not able to find more excuses. He took a deep breath and put his hands on the pockets of his coat. It was a cold night of November. For the first time of her life (y/n) felt the inclement weather not only freeze her body, but also her h

:bulletpurple: Thranduil x Human Reader: Bound :bulletpurple: It was deep winter and snow openly fell from a beautiful white and gray sky. In the rugged wilds past the idyllic Elven city of Rivendell, the temperature had dropped well below that of a normal December’s storm, but to the single figure that traversed the mountain paths and stood high upon a ledge overlooking the nearby valley and distant forest, the cold was unnoticeable. This being stood over the precipice without anxiety, and took in the sight of the familiar country with well-trained eyes of the deepest (e/c). And as the orbs looked upon it all, a small smile gained pur

** Warning! This may contain slight spoilers from the new Transformers movie, The Last Knight. You have been warned! Read at your own risk.** {Your Name = (Y/n)} ...    ...        ...    ... ... Forgotten Memories    It has been a month since Optimus had found (Y/n) online, Optimus had brought her back to Cybertron where she was accommodated in one of the private quarters all to herself, prior to Optimus's strict orders to allow her to rest with no disturbance. The prime gathered his team and announced to them that a long lost comrade was found unharmed and safe. (Y/n) was staring out from her Bay window enjoying the view of Eart

 Alucard stared down a the young girl as she walked home. A smile on his face as she sung to herself quietly. Her (H/L) blew in the wind as she closed her beautiful (E/C). The No Life King has been watching over her since he picked up her scent a while back on one of his missions. Smiling to himself he watched as she turn towards a house and walked up the steps. Once at the door she pulled out a golden key and entered the house. Once she was inside he disappears into the shadows and watches her quietly as she throws her book bag on the floor and walking to the kitchen. As she enters she notices a note on the fridge. Going over and picking i

[Gray x reader] Warning: Mentions of depression                      The starry sky shone upon you as you gazed up to the splendorous moon, eyes glazed with unshed tears. Your heart clenched in agony, but your face remained stoic; if only not to worry your teammates. Within the last couple of days, your behaviour had drastically changed, but if they had noticed, no comments were made. You silently thanked them; their generosity and compassion were something to admire. A heavy sigh left your parted lips, and you glanced back towards your friends. They were chatting lightly, joyful smiles on their faces. Watching them laugh so carefree, you

Love blooms all on its own, but wilts when there's no one there to nurture it. She laid on the bed, beautiful rainbows of petals were softly laying the mattress, creating a colourful kind of cocoon or nest of sorts around her. She laid there, in beautiful agony, more flower petals slowly growing and dropping in a pleasant kind of waltzing rhythm. Coughing, she sat up and started to cry, sobs wracking her body. More petals cascaded down wet cheeks, blood dripped harshly against light yellow flowers, and dry sobs echoed in the empty room. She cried harder, her time was up, her love was unrequited and this was her punishment. Dancing flowers, s

"Let me go, Laito!" I hissed once more and tried to liberate myself from the vampire's grasp. Said man grinned watching my desperate attempts to get away. "Ahahaha.... Little Bitch... " he laughed " It's so funny how hard you're trying to escape..." He leaned closer to me and tightened his hold on my waist. "When you already know there is no way out." he seductively whispered. He pulled me to his embrace and smiled, revealing his two fangs. "Wait!!" ''What is it?" "I-I need to... take a bath!" I exclaimed, mentally praising myself for the idea I had come up with. ''this will buy me some time..." "Um... If you say so..." Laito reluctantly gav

“i heard he killed someone.” “there’s no way our principal would let him come to our school if he did, dumbass. i heard he--” yeah, yeah. akira kurusu stabbed someone. akira kurusu punched someone in the face. endless rumors. no one really knows what he did-- the only thing people know is his name and the fact that he has a criminal record. other than that? nothing. he keeps to himself most of the time. he’ll answer when called upon, go to the library and study diligently, just normal things-- but he’s usually alone. you feel a little guilty, but you definitely know that he has a record for somet

napoleon bonaparte x (french)!reader drabble 1.418 words you do not notice his hand, slowly reaching out to you — he wants to cup your cheek, ask about your well being because you must have been so afraid, he wants to reassure you somehow. you flinch before he can touch you, take a step back, defensive. « do not... do not touch me. » his hand stops inches away from your face as you look at him in the eyes. he blinks in confusion, then wipes away the odd look on his face, settling for his usual calm expression. he’s faking it, though. you hurt him. you hurt him and you know it because you felt — heard his heart