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For the Sake of Love - South Italy,Lovino Vargas
Keep your eyes on me
It was indescribable how much rage burned inside [Name]'s chest. The feeling of intense jealousy that she felt, as she clenched her fists swelled in her stomach. Her sharp [e/c] eyes were locked on her boyfriend, her love, and another woman she had seen before. Yes, she had seen him with Lovino once before. A woman with short blonde hair and striking emerald eyes. She always smiled, always giggled, and whenever she did, Lovino would turn pink.
[Name] was the only person allowed to make Lovino blush like that. She was the only one that could laugh at his dumb jokes, to smile at him.
She was the only one who was allowed to look at him.
The jealous woman scowled as she watched the two for a while longer, before growing sickened at the sight.
Lovino always did this to her.
He would always flirt with every woman he saw.
Apologize - Shiro (Deadman Wonderland)
The usually bubbly albino came running towards her at full speed, her pure white hair flying behind her. As she came closer, [Name] was able to see large tears falling from her ruby eyes, staining her pale cheeks. Even when she was upset, she had a lot of energy in her.
"[Name]! Shiro is sorry for always eating your snacks when you're asleep!"
"Shiro is sorry for always causing you trouble! Shiro is sorry for being clumsy sometimes and making [Name] get hurt a lot! Shiro is sorry for making the bullies mad and come after you! Shiro is sorry for eating your candy, but I never will again because they taste absolutely terrible! They're so bitter and those are the worst!"
"Shiro is really, really, really, really, sorry! Please forgive me, pretty please, because Shiro gets lonely a lot sometimes, and she really wa
Tower - Orihara Izaya
Tower Orihara Izaya
Nobody would know if I were to disappear
The dark clouds that seemed to hang over Ikebukuro began to cry out, their tears slamming the concrete, their cries not going unheard.
From each sky piercing building came a dim light, that when combined with all the other lights coming from them, the building shone incredibly, outshining the stars. The rest of the buildings in Ikebukuro did the same, and the city was glowing with artificial lights.
It was the most picture perfect scene.
The rain, the lights.
They were all so spectacular.
Standing on the roof of Sunshine 60, [Name] sucked in a deep breath.
Whatever she called it,
she'd be leaving it.
Her decision wasn't sudden; it was thought over for months. And with the help of her online friend Nakura, she had made her decision.
She and Nakura were to disappear together next week.
But she couldn't wait.
"[Name], the world is a cruel, dark place.&
Witch Hunt - Austria: Roderich Edelstein - o0.
Witch Hunt Austria (Roderich Edelstein) o0.
Vash looked up to his adopted sister, a china cup in between his lips.
"Yes, Lili?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you still remember that story?" the girl asked, a hopeful look on her face. The Swiss man tensed a little, the grip on his china cup tightening. After a moment's hesitation, Vash set the cup down, and turned in his chair to face his sister.
"Take a seat, Lili," he ordered, gesturing to sit at the chair across the table from him. The blonde Liechtensteinerin complied and took a seat, pushing in the chair. "Lili, are you prepared to hear a sad story?"
Lili nodded her head. "I remember it was a sad story, Brother, but what of, I cannot recall. I come to you well prepared for a sad tale."
His green eyes stared into hers for a while and he nodded, running his fingers through his own blond hair.
"Then is it
Safety - Shion (No.6)-x-
[Name] had never seen such kind eyes before. They were a warm red color that held no hostility in them. They looked kindly onto her poor, dirty self, that didn't slander against her. They were willing to help her, a piece of trash like her.
She held her bony knees together with her bony arms, buried her head in them, and leaned against the cold brick wall, as the rain fell from the grey heavens. Her tan, leathery skin was exposed to the rain, to the cold, and shivers rolled up her spine. Her thin piece of clothing gave no warmth to her, it served more to keep her body from being exposed to the world.
A loud, long growl came from her stomach, and she held her head high, with her mouth wide open, wanting to catch the rain water. It would be better than anything, and it could even help sate her thirst. How desperate [Name] was, for food, water, clothes.
Light footsteps started t
If It's Love - o3 of o5 - Ladd Russo x Lua Klein
"When you cry, do you close your eyes?"
Ladd Russo x Lua Klein
Lua Klein was always a soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman. Only a few words would depart her lips, very comforting words, in a quiet voice. A sort of melancholic look was always plastered on her delicate face, looking as if she were devoid of all emotion. She was so calm, so gentlewomanly.
Ladd Russo was not. Ladd Russo was the exact opposite.
The sadistic blond was loud. Loud, and extremely violent. His desire to kill was great, it was as if he lived and breathed violence itself, taking it into his body, and living off of it. It was entertainment, it was fun, it was highly enjoyable. Those piercingly bright blue eyes that contrasted the blood splattered on his face greatly made him look all the more terrifying.
How, or rather, why the universe brought those two together, no body would
Kleptomania - Takami Yoh
Yoh was known for having sticky fingers. He could steal without anyone even noticing it. He did it with such an evil grace, with a mere swipe of his fingers, or a bump to the shoulder. Over time, it had just become a simple habit, something he couldn't help control.
Aside from that, he had good manners, or at least acted like it. He seemed to care for others, his sister especially. He sincerely cared for her, and had this ambition of getting her out of Deadman Wonderland. That was the whole reason he purposely got himself arrested. He knew that if he had raised a certain amount of Cast Points, then someone's sentence could be shortened. To obtain the right amount of Cast Points, Yoh do anything and everything; he would even do work for that sneaky fox, Tamaki. It was such a strange relationship he had with his sister.
These traits charmed [Name] in a sort of way.
Illusions - Firo Prochainezo
I had a dream once that I could hold you
But I woke up and you were gone
A short dream of a bright-eyed woman, aged twenty, smiling happily at him with pearl white teeth, and lips painted red. Her [h/c] locks, curled into tight ringlets, traced down her back and to her waist, and pieces hung over her shoulders, framing her freckled face.
His arms were wrapped around her petite frame, his chin rested on her shoulder, and he breathed in slowly, taking in the scent of her skin. His lips pecked her collar bone, bringing her closer, holding her tighter. Her small hand was placed at the side of his head, and she breathed in slowly. He wanted for this moment to last forever, for these days to never leave.
"Firo," she breathed,
and he woke up.
He had to leave her many, many years ago. They could never be together, never marry, never have children, never grow old together. It was simple;
[Name] was aging, and he wasn't
If It's Love - o4 of o5 - Ulquiorra Schiffer
"Why can't I feel anything from anyone other than you?"
That's all Ulquiorra ever felt.
Unending, constant emptiness.
Even his aspect of death was the very thing.
Ulquiorra had no heart. He had no emotions. The ability to be happy, to be sad was absent from the pale skinned man.
He didn't even feel loneliness.
He felt nothing.
Emotionless was the word. But Ulquiorra didn't need emotions. He lived soley for carrying out Aizen's orders, to make sure that he was pleased, and that his goals were achieved.
He'd kill whoever, fight whoever. If it was for Aizen, then he, his loyal dog, would only comply. That's all he could ever do.
Emotions, this "heart" that humans claim to have. They were all meaningless to him.
So he didn't have them. It was as simple as that. Ulquiorra never felt a thing.
the girl that everyone liked....You're the girl everyone likes,
You're always right,
You seem so bright,
And everyone wants to bask in your light.
Nothing ever affects you,
It bounces off you,
Nothing can break your smile,
But that smile will only last a while.
You get home every day,
Come home to a family so wrecked and torn,
It's like your heart has been burned.
You come home and fall apart;
Sometimes it's so hard to fix a broken heart.
A heart that's been shattered by the things people say,
Every once in a while you lose your way,
And you always have to pay.
Your the girl everyone likes,
You've got the friends and the life,
Everyone wants to be you,
But they've never really seen you,
The real you.
The one who cries when she gets home,
The one who breaks down in her room,
Her mind so full of gloom.
After a year of pretending,
Pretending you are who you're not,
You felt your anger grow hot.
So sick of the world you live in,
Tired of the hand you've been given.
You've been dealt the cards,
And your life's been so har
Dream GirlWhen I was younger, my mother called me her dream girl.
I remembered her combing out my hair, and doing it up
With little ribbons in the strands.
I remember her never quite remembering where the
lady bug hair clips had gone.
When she tugged at my braids one final time,
she'd say, "Look at you, aren't you beautiful?"
We'd walk together to grocery stores and I'd skip
by her side, holding her hand tight, humming a nursery rhyme.
It's my favourite memory. It's always been my favourite memory.
My mother wants my stories, my poetry to be about love, hugs and sunflowers.
I just want it to be honest. I just want to tell the truth.
I want to talk about how I disappointed my parents
I want to talk about how self involved I have been for being raped
I want to talk about how my mother and I don't spend time together anymore.
I want it to be known how I lay broken and bruised in a dark room
in a bed that wasn't mine, wondering how that ladybug climbed in
when someone had stolen my soul from me.
BreatheTake a moment.
See that to the universe it is a small matter.
Put your feet in the cool water.
My Flavour of the Week.Sunday Girl
She's not a happy smiling vision of beauty as one could suspect. She's angry, sometimes bitter and feels upset about nothing at times. Her heart has been broken by an all too sunny attitude to life and it rains on Sundays now. Positive rays of warmth and sunshine now glow with an aura of sadness. She lives for others, makes them happy instead. It's who she is, the sunday girl. But don't be fooled by how sad she looks. Once in a while, when the sun doesn't come out, she may go dancing in the rain.
She just needs someone to dance with. Would you like to dance sometime, stranger?
Precise, composed and cool headed, the monday girl is a working woman and knows just want she wants from her life. Today, tomorrow, maybe a few more days from now. This is not a girl with a bad attitude. This is a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. You'll remember her as the girl in school who never took a second look at you, or your friends, or was at a
Girl with Eyes ShiningThere was once a girl with a broken heart. She nursed it but only a little. Her eyes always shone with tears. Her hands shook because of the weight she held in her tiny hands. She went to her mother. "Mother, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"
Her mother looked down her nose at the little girl and said, "No. Not until you learn how to behave."
She looked down at her toes and a tear fell from her shining eyes. Still holding her heart in her hands, she looked at her father. "Father, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"
Her father looked away from his newspaper for a moment, "It gets on my nerves when you cry. Go away."
The girl sadly clutched her heart to her chest and went to her brother. "Brother, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"
Her brother looked at her sourly, "Leave me alone."
As she left home, she saw a river. She looked down at her heart and then, without a second's hesitation, she threw it as far away as she could into the stream.
A stranger saw this and came to her. "W
624 Days and Counting- Ch. 14NOT FINISHED.
READ DESCRIPTION AFTER.
I decided not to get out of bed just yet. I stared at the alarm clock that read 9:54 AM and played a little game with it. For the past ten minutes I was predicting when each minute would pass, and it was getting boring fairly quickly.
I rolled over onto my right side and faced the wall. I didn't know if N was awake yet. I hadn't heard him get up, but then again, he was always up and about before me. I never heard him in the morning- he was so quiet. The only thing that would ever alert me to him was the smell of coffee that he'd always make (which was an efficient tool in getting my lazy butt out of bed).
My mom would already be gone. Her shift at the hospital started at 7 AM and she'd always be home around 4 PM, giving N and I plenty of time to ourselves.
It's not like we ever did anything worth being private about, though.
I sighed and snuggled deeper into my pillow. I really didn't want to get up. It wasn't because I w
To Be A Gentleman - Tutor!England x Male!Reader 4Chapter 4: Creating on my own
“Not interested in....women? I-i-i-i-i....um....” Arthur's face flushed to a deep red color. “ But a....erm...D-do.....Would your parent approve?!” You shrugged.
“I don't care. If they kick me out then so be it.”
“But...But where will you go? What will you do?!”
“I've studied psychology for as long as I could remember, I could be a teacher and teach psychology. I've already been given offers in several neighboring towns.” You unwrapped the blanket from around your body and moved your bare feet to the cold carpeted ground. “I'm capable of many things Mr. Kirkland, I'd wish you wouldn't degrade my abilities...” Frowning the tutor stood form the bed.
“I’m not degrading your abilities, __________, I'm just saying maybe it isn't good for you to just up and leave your family...”
“And why not? It's not like they would care. Trust me, tutor, I know them far be
Luffy x Reader
You sighed it had been a long day. First the Marines had found out that the Sunny had docked at a small island you couldn't remember the name of and THEN of all POSSIBLE things that could happen you ran into the psycho smoker who chased after the whole crew for the rest of the day. Everyone had decided to split up. Ussop went with Chopper, Nami and Robin had walked off to look at some shops hopefully not running into trouble, Sanji and Zoro went and ran towards the large amount of Marines and then ran away from them, Franky chased after Brook who had wandered off asking random women to show him their panties. The only two that remained were you and Luffy, you decided it was best to hide much to Luffy's disappointment because he had seen a stand with a bunch of meat a few shops down by Smoker and his crew. "Look Luffy," you sighed for the second time that day while dragging him behind you. "We just need to hide for a few hours and then maybe we can go buy you some food. Until then pleas
Ouran- The Door Never OpenedA/N: This is an AU of the anime where Haruhi never encountered the Host Club and therefore never broke the vase, never joined the Host Club, and never befriended any of them.
It's a little bit quieter at Ouran after the School Festival, and for the life of her she can't figure out why. She doesn't understand why the hallway lights are a little bit dimmer. She can't comprehend why the painted pink walls look a little bit darker. She finds it odd that her school mates look a little bit sad every time the four o clock bell rings.
Lately, she hears solemn female classmates whispering about a student whose name she knows only vaguely, and whom from their expressions is someone they all care for very much. She is aware of the Principal's son of course, if only by name and not by face. She knows he was a student here at one point, and that now he is gone. Back to his home country, the girls all say, back to be married to a rich socialite. She hears these stories, but thinks nothing of
Smile - Male Orihime
Smile Male! Orihime
Don't cry because it's over
A gentle breeze that came from the west caused the female Shinigami to look up. Her [e/c] eyes fluttered from side to side, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.
"I know you're there, Oriōji ," [Name] said coolly, turning her head over her shoulder to eye the orange-brown haired human.
"[Last Name]-chan," Oriōji mumbled, his breath hitched in his throat. "You're going soon, [Last Name]-chan. It's all over."
She knew that tone of voice. It was a voice of weakness, a voice of loneliness, a voice of sadness. She had heard that tone come from him so many times before. Oriōji was such a softie, really. So unsuited for battle, she was amazed how he was forced into it. That manipulative, arrogant, Aizen.
But it was all over now. Just as Oriōji has said.
"We'll still be friends, right?"
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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