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[Hong x Reader x Ice] Project RLI You stared at the television, eyes clearly reflecting your boredom. You didn't really get why the new was so determined to make a fool of you, important looking title, complicated words side by side. Really, the display of authority was ridiculous. What were they trying to accomplish by using this kind of word choice? Were they trying to make it sound much more important than it is?
You sighed. You wondered why they didn't just use words even idiots could understand. Really, there would be not a difference if they'd simply put something like: 'Some kid died in a house fire. Watch out for the smoke in a something km radius.' Idiots, the lot of them. You wondered why you even bothered trying to watch the news.
You decided it was time to head to school. You didn't bother checking how you looked, as long as your uniform was on society would have no reason to patronise you. You could just come up with some excuse, like the usual 'I overslept'. Nobody would question you. That's how it was.
Itachi X readerItachi made sure that no one was following him when he left the Akatsuki base. Espeically since he ws on his way to see ________. He had paid extra attention to making sure ,Kisame of all of them, wasn't following him. He didn't want her to get hurt. He easily found his way to a familar part of Konaha's forest. A sudden movement had him paused, and a kunai at his throat.
"What's this? A class S criminal caught of his gaurd." her sweet yet deadly voice filled the air.
"_______." he turned to face her, taking joy in the smirk on her face.
"Itachi." she grinned, dropping the weapon to wrap her arms around him, in a tight hug.
Looking up she noticed something wrong with the male, his eyes...he didn't seemed as focused. She raised her hands to gently caress the skin of his face.
"You're loosing your sight...aren't you?" her voice was thick with grief and he knew better than to lie to his lover at this point.
It was a soft nod but one that forced her to fight tears from springing up in her e
The White Parade: I of VIChapter I: The Patient(s)
They call him The Patient.
No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess—but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients—most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automatically know. It doesn’t matter how they know—they just do.
It isn’t that he’s remarkable in any way. He’s tall, thin—the thinness in him probably more from his treatments than his diet or lack thereof. His hair is so blonde that in some lights people must think that it’s white, or that he doesn’t have any. There is the possibility that some
Myself [Psycho!Reader x Rivaille/Levi] chap.3Myself [Psycho!Reader x Rivaille/Levi]
WARNING! Attention readers! Beware of psychopaths and sadist. Don't like don't read. The further chapters, could contain creepiness and violence.
Chapter 3 — Monsters
"In case, maybe we should dissect her too..."
"Please wait! Maybe I am a monster, but she has nothing to do with this!"
"You're defending her, so she's still on your party! "
"It's the truth!"
"How can we trust you?"
"No!!" Eren yelled, following an awkward silence. Accused of betrayal of humanity, he was attached and bending on the ground. You stood there crossing your arm, beside Hanji, as bored as ever.
"I-I mean, you are wrong. But, you are only talking on your own too. And, even if you never saw a Titan, what are you so afraid of?" After a mere hesitation, he spoke again, "If you have the power, then why don't you fight? If you hold the power and are too afraid to fight, then lend me your strength! Cowards..."
«How interesting. Having
My Little Pony - Hospice X Pt. 2 - Epilogue
4 Months, 11 Days (Ibid.)
I was alone within the most private of all places. I had always been curious as to what may have existed behind that door, and finally the knowledge was mine for the taking; Rarity had allowed me into her Inspiration Room. She was still cleaning herself up in the bathroom, but I imagined that she would be quick it was a bold move indeed to let me into the room without supervision, and I did not believe that she would allow me to have free-access to roam for long. For a little while, however, the interior of her world was mine to gaze upon, as long as I restrained myself from touching anything. Thankfully, I had received no warning about looking upon her great trove of treasured possessions, and I found myself doing just that.
It was truly mesmerising how organised chaos could be perceived. To me, the room was the direct antithesis to Rarity's normal argument of cleanliness; here she allowed materials to fall with reckless abandon, pooling in mass
My Little Pony - Hospice I
Before diving into this, I think some background would be useful. When she was young, she had dreams. Dreams of shining and of making others shine. She made herself and others look beautiful; for that initial interim she held high. When she fell (south of Ponyville, Old Manehattan-land) her dreams became nightmares, seizing her by the hoof and never letting go. She was taken and put into a bed of rust and red crosses. I was one of the few who had the time to give. She wanted me dead but it pained her to see me walk out those sliding doors.
Now, I won't pretend I understand. I never will know what she went through for those ten months and two days. She had a constant sting in her side that she claimed she could only numb by sticking her head in the stove. Her nightmares became easier during this time. And I like to think that I did my best in the time that she had to make her comfortable, even when the sting became too painful to breathe.
But let it be known that this w
The White Parade: II of VIChapter II: Perfect
“Why is she here?”
He’s sitting on the bench across from the elevator, waiting for me like he has been for the last week. There’s a square patch of cotton gauze taped to the inside of his left elbow, the telltale sign of the recently needled. His clothes are still the same (or perhaps, more believably, a different set) of cotton hospital pajamas in plain, standard white. He’s at the height of fashion in his clothes, at the very peak of classic American hospital chic that will never in a million years die out. If it ever does, then God help the masses without any other way of telling the difference between the medically experienced and the medically ignorant.
It’s the first time since our first meeting that The Patient has said anything to me, and the sound of his voice comes as a shock. The look of genuine interest etched into the permanent intensity of his face only serves to shock me further.
“Well? Are you gonna te
The White Parade: III of VIChapter III: The White Parade
A day passes. I find myself in his room again, taking more pictures. I don’t even think about it anymore; right after the last class is over, I catch the subway to the hospital, take the elevator to the fifth floor and knock twice on door 515. He never seems to mind. He never asks why I keep coming. He just lets me in when I knock and closes the door behind us—locking it to keep the unwanted medicals out. I bring the scarf this time, hidden inside a black gift bag I found in my closet the night before. When I give it to him, he seems rather…shocked. Not because it’s a scarf, but because it’s a gift for him.
He whispers a shy “thanks”, and then we get down to brass tacks.
“Did you hear about the girl in 522?”
It was only yesterday; how could I forget?
“I was in Claire’s room when the doctors ran past.” Click. “They said it was a…a ‘cod
Brothers and Sisters: Part 1Brothers and Sisters: Part 1
Hey, how's it going? My name is Gabriel Collins, although I go by Gabe for short, and I'm about to tell you the story of how I entered a competition for new drag performers. In case you're wondering, I'm straight and married with two young kids. Before that night I'd never dressed in drag before, but I decided to do it for my little brother Jay. Well, I should probably say younger brother since he's bigger than I am now. Jay is five years younger than me, but we've always been very close. Growing up we would play sports together and I would help him meet girls. When he turned sixteen, he confided in me that he was gay. I told him I would keep it a secret until he was ready to come out, and remained by his side when he finally felt ready to tell our parents and the rest of his friends and family. Our parents were angry and confused at f