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……………………… It's a hand on your shoulder that snaps you out of your... thoughts. They're not really thoughts, more like flashbacks. Flashbacks that are annoyingly bright and painful to look at, despite the fact that you're not able to stare at them long enough to decipher them — and you don't think you actually want to anyways. There's a hand, blood, screams and bright lights, flashes of a familiar face that contours into an ugly emotion you are not able to recall because it is gone. Then there's darkness, and then a light — so, in reality? Not missing much. You're awfully pro

God, it is pretty visible now that you can finally see it.    You turn your head to the side, cold fingers touching the spot lightly. The bathroom’s light doing a pretty good job of illuminating everything perfectly. You’re pretty sure that if it weren’t for the amount of time that has passed since Jeff left the mark; the teeth marks would be visible.   You sigh, rubbing your face with the palm of your hand. Leaning forward until your head touched the cold bathroom mirror, you concentrated on breathing, watching as the mirror fogged up with your warm breath.   You can hear the sound of other student

"I suppose he's always like this right hun?" ________ eye's are settled on the blonde human which she watches with interest. Legs crossed one atop each other, her fingers tap the air as she floats besides Angela. The little witch sits down on her broom, her eyes sparkle with admiration and a hint of worry for her guardian as she watches the fight unfold right before her, the sound of swords colliding with one another piercing the silence. _____ can only watch with such interest as the Samurai tries to fend off the intruder in search for Angela's soul. She sighs. And Angela turns to face her companion, the smile on the girl's features made

[ Delinquent!Levi x Ballerina!Reader  .Modern AU. ]                                ~ "And why do you sing Hallelujah If it means nothing to you Why do you sing with me at all? " * * * [Name] realizes it's only been about five months, but it feels like forever. A while back, when she was still a dancer, when she could still captivate the hearts of millions with a simple movement of her body, a simple twirl, a smile here and there, she might have thought the idea of spending time with the person she loved would be romantic, perfect. Where time could pass faster than what she'd be able to register because every single second next to that per

[Eye color] orbs gaze upwards into the cloud-covered sky, gray and monotone and quiet. It's been quiet ever since you woke up two days ago, it almost seemed like everything had changed in the small amount of time you had passed out. You weren't too fond of the change, usually it wouldn't be bothersome because the Skeleton was always by your side and even then the silence was bearable. This silence was not, this was a silence that you had grown accustomed too and deeply despised, familiar, one might say. You decide you don't like it. Not when it makes you remember the quiet days and nights, evenings, were only the sound of the flames and the

You packed your things in your bag with too much glee, contrary to the male sitting besides you. His eyes strained on your form and his fingers tapping nervously the bed which upon he sat at, you paid no attention to him. Otherwise it would end up with you staying another day in your apartment, Harry on the other side, was more than aboard on the idea of you staying in your apartment and not going with him to spend the night at his house. The sound of your boyfriend standing up alerted you, quickly closing your bag you slumped it over your shoulder and sneaked a glance his way. He was pacing    "I seriously do not think this is a great id

[ Suzuya Juuzou x Ghoul!Reader ] " Giving the chances to take it all in stride while we walk a broken line, a line of signs " You spot him inside the coffee shop when you walk in. You're pretty sure its him at least. You're wearing shades that pretty much dim your vision a bit too darker for your tastes, or for walking inside a closed space. Even so, when you do take them off, you try not to stare much and sit down in your usual table. You tap your fingers on the crystal-surfaced table and patiently wait for the usual waitress to come and take your order, to which you'll reply with the usual -it's always the usual, always. This time tho

………………………            "See, I don't... I don't understand how they all can just, ya know-" You make a careless motion with your hand, it's meant to be productive, instead it ends up splashing some alcohol on your shirt and fuck. "just decide that I'm not... not quatilified for the job." It's certainly something that's been bothering you for the past two hours. You let your 'friend' know, because there's no one else. The bit of alcohol that's been splashed on your favorite shirt is beginning to dry and you set the glass down on the counter, wrinkle your nose and then blink. The room's swa

You have a feeling that they show the pool as their last card. A sort of "the apartments are shitty but we have a nice, indoor swimming pool" deal that's supposed to convince people to buy or rent the shit hole. Which, truthfully is something that any one living in this forsaken city would kill for — it's so unbelievable hot, sweltering all day and night, it's not even funny. It's probably the only clean looking thing about the whole building. The pool, that is. You've been here for about half an hour looking at the apartment buildings. The place has a lingering smell like smoke and something putrid that was tried to be covered up by

        “H-Hey! Mabe-Bill! Hey! Stop scratching!” Dipper runs towards the bed and quickly slaps away the itching hands of the other’s; nails had already been dug into the scabs and were being peeled off. Some blood trickled down the other’s arm and Dipper sighed. Another wound to the many growing ones in the other’s arm.        “Tsk, you're annoying you know that?” The latter replies and then leans back. Using their other arm-the one that’s not held by Dipper who’s too concentrated on it- to support their weight. When Dipper doesn't let go, they pull back and snarl when the brunette doe