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America couldn't believe it. He looked around at the four other bodies at the table, wearing as much as a poker face that he could conjure. At the table along with him sat Switzerland, Prussia, Russia and (Y/Name). Oh lord... How had he got mixed up in all of this? More importantly, how had (Y/Name) got into this deadly game?! His blue eyes drifted over her features, taking in her (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to be radiating life as they glowed with excitement. His heart thumped. That life could be so easily taken away from him. All because of this stupid game. God damn that commie. "Hey, uh... (Y/Name)... I don't think you sho

\\The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting, Could it be that we have been this way before. I know you don't think that I am trying, I know you're wearing thin down to the core.\\ It was dead quiet when Dirk entered his apartment that he shared with his longtime girlfriend, [Name]. With guitar case in hand, he softly kicked the door closed behind him. The clock on the wall read three in the morning, and he winced as he remembered the promise he had made earlier in the evening. 'Not a minute later than midnight, Babe. I promise.' The words echoed in his head over and over. Sighing and pinching the bridge of his nos

Chrysanthemum Tea The sun glowed gently in the clear blue sky, its rays peeking through the leaves of lush trees in a beautifully manicured garden. Summer had ended, yet the remnants of its warmth still lingered in the air. You opened your window and immediately a gentle breeze flowed in, carrying with it the sweet scent of autumn flowers blossoming in your garden. You smiled and closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the aroma and the soft wind on your skin. "Oh my, I better start preparing now," you mumbled silently to yourself. You reached for the apron and tied it loosely around your waist. You then proceeded to gather various cookin

"(Name)! Truth or dare?" Liz asks you. "Dare!" You chirp giddily. There was still a smile tugging at your lips from Maka's last dare. Who knew Tsubaki could be so evil? "I dare you to-" Liz started, but was cut off by her sister hanging on her arm and laughing like a maniac. "Make it about giraffes! Please! Please! Pleeeeaaaase!!!!" Patti begs smiling widely. "No, Patti, this is better than giraffes" Liz says, smirking evilly. "Can someone just dare me already?" You persist. "I dare you to let me draw something on your forehead in sharpie and go show Kid!" She says. The poor reaper had been bothered all night by you five, but nevertheless he

Being a kindergarten teacher was something that you had always inspired to be, you loved children so it was always the perfect job for you. There was always something about kindergarten that checked all the boxes, it was were children learned the basic skills to be able to continue on with there education, to go on an become something great. You loved the children you worked with just as equally as they loved you, teaching them made you happy. You began you morning routine, before pulling on your work clothes they were never anything special, relaxed but professional. A pencil skirt and a blouse of a color that took your fancy and a black ca

((Song that goes with this is in description)) Maybe he just didn't notice. That was probably how it happened at first. Actually, isn't that how the term suicide was made? Through people not listening? Or some people talking to loud? Everyone talks, just not about the right thing you see. He remembered, he remembered that you and him would sometimes sit in silence and play games together. A rather pointless activity that made you escape reality for a few hours, then you'd simply get smashed back to Earth and left to rot. BEN had rotted quite a lot already though. He'd drowned. This would have made simple tasks like getting clean hard if he

America couldn't believe it. He looked around at the four other bodies at the table, wearing as much as a poker face that he could conjure. At the table along with him sat Switzerland, Prussia, Russia and (Y/Name). Oh lord... How had he got mixed up in all of this? More importantly, how had (Y/Name) got into this deadly game?! His blue eyes drifted over her features, taking in her (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to be radiating life as they glowed with excitement. His heart thumped. That life could be so easily taken away from him. All because of this stupid game. God damn that commie. "Hey, uh... (Y/Name)... I don't think you sho

Intro ...Japan. Kiku’s hands shook as he readjusted his grip on the bouquet of flowers, his breath escaping in erratic patterns as he attempted to calm himself down. But what, pray tell, was there anything to calm down about? His normally calm and composed demeanor was slipping as he forced himself to walk up to your doorstep, and at this point, his knuckles were white from holding onto the bouquet so tightly. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been here if it weren’t for Alfred, and Kiku wasn’t sure whether or not that was a good thing. He’d recently heard from the American that you were pretty shy when it came to

“CHEESE EATING SURRENDER MONKEY!” “CATERPILLAR BROWS!” “KNOBHEAD!” “BLACK SHEEP! “Y-YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU-” “Aru! Will you both stop fighting!” “HAHAHA! The hero will save the day!” “Shut ze hell up you idioten!” “Ve~! PASTA!” “This is not going werr…” Yet another world meeting was going on… And it’s not as good as the last one… Currently in the meeting we see all the countries conversing with each other, more England and France fighting about something completely irrational again. But it w

Inspired by this post. "We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime."Note: Conversations in "xxx"; Thoughts in 'xxx'. Italicized "conversations" are ones spoken on your language. It was one of those usual business gatherings held by the Akashi's. Seijurou silently observed from the side, smiling politely every time someone comes to his way and making polite conversations. Most of the faces and names are familiar to him, being regular guests in these gathering

You blinked. A tangle of vibrant colors greeted your sight. You blinked again. What had you just been doing? You couldn’t really remember. Maybe you had blanked out. You stared at the large, wall-wide painting in front of you, slightly puzzled as to why it didn’t have a guard rope in front of it. It was a giant mess of all colors; swishing together in a sea of shapes and lines. You glanced at the label underneath the painting. ‘Fabricated World’ it read. It was strange, as were all of Guertena’s works, but something about it was mysterious and luring. You didn’t know how the artist did it, but it was sti

Takes place between Free! Iwatobi Swim Club and Free! Eternal Summer It's lunchtime and Iwatobi High School is bustling louder than ever. Today is Valentine's Day and many of the female students are giving gifts of adoration to their crushes. The homeroom you share with Haruka and Makoto is loud as well; Makoto was unaware of his popularity amongst the freshmen students until... "Tachibana-senpai! I made you chocolate!" "Me too! You're so cool, Tachibana-senpai!" "A-ah! I'm not that cool! Really, I'm not..." Makoto blushes, shocked by the number of gifts he's receiving. On the other hand, you are shy about your feelings for the captain o

(Tokyo Ghoul) Ayato Kirishima X Reader “A~ya~to~ Get off my couch” You drawled from the corner of the room. “No. Stop being such a whiny little bitch, Aho (Name)” He scowled refusing to move. You stalked towards him like a cat chasing a mouse and pounced, draping your arms around his neck as he flicked through the channels absent-mindedly. “But Aya-chan~ I’m lonely~” You whispered in his ear, smirking as you felt him shiver. “Call me that again and I will kill you. Take your filth hands off me.” You swore he was tsundere. But oh well he was much more fun to tease that way (even if you did

You threw your feet up on the table, leaning back in your swivel chair. You closed your eyes and tried to tune out the awful tapping noise. Tap tap tap tap. You scoffed and pulled the (f/c) hood of your jacket over your head. But that only seemed to intensify the sounds. Now you could hear chewing noises. The ones where you get scolded at, for eating like a cow. The sucking of a finger. "AUUUGH!!!" you growled. L looked over at you with his expressionless onyx eyes. "What is the matter, ___. Is there a reason you sound like a dying cat?" L asked you. You pulled your feet down off the desk and looked at L. Your hood obscured your feature