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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..
In The Rain Part 2 England x Reader
You and Arthur had talked to each other like there was no tomorrow; it was like you two had known each other for years and were merely knitting back your friendship. But in reality, you had only just met Arthur and he you. It had happened to be raining today and certain events had happened, before you knew it one thing led to another and you ended up here, on a tram to Covent Garden with a handsome, blonde gent named Arthur Kirkland.
The rain outside was still going on and was hitting the windows of tram with all of it's might, but your eyes were focused on the blonde male next to you. The heat of the tram had made your hair now only slightly damp and had made you much warmer resulting in giving Arthur his blazer jacket back after some arguing. After 15 minutes of talking, the tram began to slow down and once you saw the many Christmas lights you immediately knew that you were at Covent Garden. Arthur had took note of the area and stood up with one had on the rail and the other by his
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.
Silver x Reader: BrokenAuthor's note: so there's a bit of cussing in here, considering, well, Silver is kind of... abrasive. So if you don't like bad words, I don't recommend reading.
“Go away,” I grumbled. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Silver.
I’d never brushed him off like that before. Usually I was the epitome of kindness to him, because I knew that beneath his rough, mean exterior, there was a good guy inside. Nonetheless, my tone surprised him.
“Get up, weakling.” Leave it to Silver to cut right to the chase. “I’ve been training. Let’s battle.”
I looked up. His face was grim and determined, as usual.
“Can’t you tell I’m not in the mood?” I pulled at the grass and blinked back tears. I couldn’t let Silver, of all people, see me crying. He’d just have another reason to call me weak.
“You think I fucking care if you’re in the mood? C’mon. Get up and battle me.”
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
Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: ArtistCareful now. Hans thought to herself as she began to draw the scene in front of her in her sketchbook. MK was chatting casually with one of the Creators, absentmindedly twining her fingers through her braid. With a small smile Hans doodled, music playing in her head. It wasn't important that she paid attention to her friend's conversation, it was more instructions for them than anything else. She had grown bored very quickly and decided to draw, not wanting to bother the older teen.
Soon Hans felt herself leave the world. She said nothing as she drew, lost in the world of colors, music, and dreams. Her colored pencils and erasers danced across her white canvas, re-creating the image in her mind, the image she saw in front of her. She didn't think she was a good artist but MK always insisted she was. And though Hans believed her she still doubted it. But at the moment none of that mattered to Hans. All that mattered was the flying colors, the story the picture told, and
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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