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You said with such certainty,
"Let's make miracles together."
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There is nothing but darkness sometimes for me.
There are days where I struggle to find the best in things,
where I feel like I am constantly under pressure and competition and that no one really cares about me anymore.
There are always those days.
Days where I can’t breathe,
where tears are constantly threatening to form
on the corners of my eyes,
days where I am drowning
while everyone else around me is breathing.
But then you came into my life,
a tiny shooting star,
so full of sparks and life
fluttering in my hands
as I stared in confusion and wonder.
Yes I know,
even with the light and warmth you gave out,
you had those days too --
the times where you didn’t
believe in yourself,
your light faltering for a faint second
in the dark surroundings that tried to envelope you in misery.
but I believed in you
and you made it,
now you’re glowing brighter than before.
Thank you for shining for me on those days,
for your warm embraces
that never fail to make me feel safe
for holding my hand
whenever mine begin to shake
for giving me gentle kisses
every time we part ways.
Thank you,
for being my strength,
for being my one and only
shooting star.
Can you tell that you are loved? // L.V.
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He was betrayed.
They were all betrayed. The man who they put all their faith in had turned against them, and they could not stop him.
The pain was excruciating. He had overdosed far too much this time, but he had taken his chances for the sake of repayment. He had chosen to the guinea pig for the experiment so he must now face the consequences. His vision had gone black, and foam was frothing at the edge of his mouth. His blood was boiling and he had no control over it. Voices echoed faintly all around him; he could feel heavy weight on his lower torso. He writhed around viciously as they tried to bound him together, his breathing ragged and heavy.
“Get a grip Nico!”
Worick. He was screaming at him.
I know. Nico thought. I’m trying.
He could open his eyes a slit more, and he saw the doctor approach him with a syringe. The downer.
No. He could withstand this pain. He had to. He slapped it out of the doctor’s hand with a spasm, and pointed to the bed next to him. The patient beside him was in a more critical condition. Yang lied there, unconscious and hooked to many tubes, his bare chest exposed and covered in his own blood. The doctor was still for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise as he stared down at Nico.
Nico grimaced and gave him a shaky grin. He could manage through this. The doctor nodded slightly and turned around briskly to continue the surgery.
“I’m continuing. Give me the scalpel.”
The burning pain returned, but this time at an even more intense level. A scream ripped through the air, as his knees buckled and knocked against Worick’s stomach wound. He felt his partner fall off, unable to contain Nico’s seizures any longer. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins far too quickly and his mind entered a state of panic.
Someone stop me.
I can’t do this by myself.
I don’t want to hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt the-
There was a warmth in his hand. He gripped it tightly, digging his nails into it. This was his only connection to reality. It was so warm, so gentle, and it comforted him. He was crushing it in his hand.
He was afraid to let go. Afraid of losing his mind. Afraid of being alone and shunned once more because of who he was. The pain was slowly dissipating, and he managed to open his eyes for a mere moment. A woman was bent over him, her hair jet black, lips pursed into a thin, worried line.
Was it... her?
No.
It was Alex. Relief fell on him as he finally released his grip on her hand. Bloody marks were left near her wrist from his nails.
Even so, she never left his side. She gently held onto his hand and placed her other hand around it as well, reassuring him that he wouldn’t be left alone.
His eyelids closed once more, surrounding him in a world of darkness.
But he knew it would be okay.
He wouldn’t face it alone anymore.
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this wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t so kind to me
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The sun’s rays leak through the curtains, causing you to grimace slightly. Your forehead is wrinkled in thought as you try to recall last night’s events. It’s all a blur honestly, and you’re too tired to put in any mental effort. The sound of the air conditioning blowing steadily throughout the silent room comforts you, and you roll onto your side. Content and convinced that you’re alone, your eyelids slowly beginning to close once more at the sight of his ivory skin ---
Wait. Skin?
Now wide-eyed and fully awake, you stare at the unconscious silver-haired boy across from you. His breathing is soft, and a few strands of hair are strewn atop his forehead. Your eyes slowly glance downwards at his bare chest that rose and fell in time with his breathing.
He was so beautiful.
Before you knew it, your hand was slightly inching towards him. Just one light touch, surely that wouldn’t disturb him ---
“A little bit touchy now, aren’t we?”
Startled, you retract your hand immediately, but it wasn’t fast enough for his reflexes. He grabs it, his grip firm on your wrist. His body heat spreads to you, and you begin to fidget as you shyly look upwards at his face.
His lips are curled in a coy little smile as he tugs you in closer to him.
“Even after last night? You were pretty wild too, and you still wanna continue?” he whispers into your ear, his grin growing wider as he sees your face heat up rapidly.
“I’m just kidding,” he says, laughing, as he gently kisses your forehead. “You’re such a tease.”
He scoots closer, seeing how you were too busy trying to hide your bright red face from him. The skinship makes you blush even harder, as your legs somehow got intertwined with his underneath the pale white bed sheets. He laughs at your reaction and releases his grip on your wrist; instead he curls his arms around you, enveloping you in his scent and warmth.
“I love you,” he mumbles slightly before he nuzzles his face into the nape of your neck, causing you to giggle.
“I love you too,” you say, your eyes closing as you wrap your arms around his neck.
“More than you can ever know.”
#sugawara x reader#fanfiction#cute#fluff#i tried#i tried so hard this is more difficult than i thought#hoshi sugawara#haikyu#haikyuu!
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i had a dream about you.
a dream where you and i were surrounded
by strangers
our voices silenced by the noise that enveloped
the place we occupied
i screamed out your name,
my hopes faltering
because i thought you would never find me
or take any interest
in such a plain girl
but i was wrong.
our eyes met,
and you turned around
grinning as you walked towards me
as my heartbeat rushed in a panic
"I heard you,"
you said,
as your smile began to widen,
your hand intertwined with mine,
entirely oblivious
to how hard i was falling for you.
we spoke in that dream
but i can't recall what our conversation was
for i was too fixated
on how bright your eyes shone in that moment.
and somehow
before i knew it
your arms were wrapped around me
and i closed my eyes
comforted by the sound of
your steady heartbeat.
the warmth you gave was still with me when i woke up // L.V. (via simplemindedchild)
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Shattered Memories: A Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days Fanfiction
A note from me:
Hello, again, the characters and the storyline do not belong to me, even though I did write out this scene. Please support the Kingdom Hearts series.
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"Where did I think I could go?"
The boy waited on the top of the train station, the same place they always met. At this very place, they had so many memories together. He was drowning in his thoughts as he gazed over the city. It was beautiful, bathing in the sunset. The sight was always comforting to him.
He sighed. If only things could remain the same as they always were.
He did not notice the figure quietly approaching him. She sat next to him, her face hooded by the dark cloak. Startled, he turned.
"Xion!" he said, his eyes brightening at the sight of her. "You came."
She said nothing. Instead, she extended her arm, offering him sea-salt ice cream. He looked at it for a moment before answering.
"..Thank you." His voice was gentle, his eyes softened as he took the popsicle from the girl. Memories of the trio sitting here eating the same ice cream flashed though his mind. It hurt to remember.
They sat and ate in silence. Finally, she spoke.
"Roxas.. I'm out of time." She stood up.
He looked at her, waiting to see what she would do. She took the hood off her face. His eyes widened in surprise for a second.
"Even if I'm not ready.. I have to make this choice. You've poured so many memories into me, given me so much that I feel like I'm about to overflow."
She breathed in deeply.
"Look at me, Roxas. Who do you see?
If you see somebody else's face.. A boy's face... Then that means I'm almost ready."
Her arms fell at her side.
"This puppet will have to play her part."
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The Heart
Hello there, this is a Bleach fanfiction based of chapters 353 and 354. Though this is my story that I wrote, the characters and plot do not belong to me, I am merely wrote out the chapter based from reading the manga. All the characters and thus belong to Tite Kubo. Please do support him, Bleach is one of the greatest stories ever drawn and written.
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If I cracked open your skull, would I see it?
If I ripped out your heart, would I find it?
You humans say that word so easily. The heart.
He stared at her for the final time. The look in her eyes was not what he was expecting. He thought she would be proud over the defeat of him, with even a bit of anger and disgust from all the injuries he gave to the man she loved. But it wasn't that.
She looked hurt. It was as if she cared for him as well. He was confused. Perhaps he was mistaken, it could have been fear written on her face. After that fierce battle, it was understandable that the girl was frightened of him.
He couldn't understand. He finally spoke.
"I'm finally starting to find you guys a little interesting."
He continued to stare into the girl's eyes, soaking in the sight of her before he asked her the one question.
"Are you afraid of me, girl?"
He extended his hand, waiting her response. She looked surprised for a moment, from the uncalled motion he made towards her. Nevertheless, she replied without hesitating for the slightest second.
"I'm not afraid."
His eyes bore into her. The eyes could tell anything and everything. It was his unique gift he received when he was created after all. She was telling the truth, this he was sure of. It finally came to him.
"I see."
She reached out toward him, his eyes following her hand as it reached out to hold his.
The two hands stretched to finally meet each other. It was too late, he started turning into ash. The battle had finally taken its toll on the espada. As good as his regeneration skills were, they were helpless this time. His fingers slowly started to decay.
Even so, she reached out for him. Reaching and reaching, determined to save him, to hold him back from this demise. Useless as it was, she kept going to touch him.
He continued to look, his eyes softened as he saw how much effort the girl was putting in to save him. His body continued to disintegrate.
"Oh, so this is it. This, here, in my hand."
"The Heart."
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Inactive state? Whoops. Not anymore!
I shall be writing fanfiction for the next few days. I've had too many feelings over certain books and TV shows.
Summer is taking its toll on me though. The heat increases the amount of laziness within me. (As a certain character would say, "I'm simply conversing energy. What I'm not required to do, I won't do.")
I apologize about my inactive status right now. I'm desperately attempting to have a productive summer, including reviewing/studying for the SAT/ACT. It's been failing so far, but it's a pretty important priority to me right now. I will try my best to write more on here. Goodness knows my skills have been severely lacking throughout the past year, I was horrendously busy with schoolwork.
I truly enjoy writing these short stories though, and thank you guys so much for sticking with me! I'll be sure to write more!
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Heartbreaks.
The girl sighed, looking at her phone for what seemed to be the hundredth time. No notifications still. What was taking him so long?
"Honestly, I should have known this was gonna happen," she said with a frown on her face. It had been past three hours.
She flopped onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Disappointment coursed through her.
"What was I thinking?" She thought to herself, rolling around on her side. The girl bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry. The scene flashed through her mind once more. Something just wasn't quite right.
The urge to pace around the room once more coursed through her. Perhaps one phone call would be alright. No, she must stay strong. He would think she was too clingy; she could already imagine the sound of annoyance in his voice, yelling at her once more.
Tears began to form in her eyes.
"Perhaps it is time." She stared out the window, her mind lost in thought. It should be done. He most definitely wasn't the one for her, there was more despair than happiness in their times together. Her eyes and resolve hardened.
She would have to change her own life herself.
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Moore, Oklahoma is in need of help.
Guys, I live in Oklahoma.
Please donate money if you can for all those victims who have lost their homes and loved ones. Many people were hit, and I was one of the lucky ones that managed to not be in the tornado’s path of destruction. There has been a lot of damage, and people need as much help as they can get.
If you can’t donate, that’s fine. Please just pray for all those victims. It has been a rough day for them.
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“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.”
Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via emptieds)
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Tiny Regrets.
Dante complains about how Vergil orders him around too much lately, saying how Vergil himself never went into the "battlefield" himself. The calm and collected brother suggests a simple test based on high school criteria, to see who is the more intelligent. The victor is allowed to stay at headquarters and continue research, while the loser is required to go in limbo and finish up the required missions.
A little note from the author: I haven't really gotten into writing dmc fanfiction before, this is my first time. It's truly hard trying to grasp the characters' personalities right, so it would be really nice if you guys could give me tips on how to improve in my inbox. Thanks a lot!
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Dante stared at the paper in his hand.
"And you want me to do this for what reason?"
"To check if your IQ level really is high enough," his silver-haired brother replied back smoothly. "No big deal if you're really intelligent as you say though, right Dante?"
Dante gave Vergil a quick glare.
"I already told you I graduated out of high school with a diploma," Dante snapped back. "What, you don't trust your own sibling?"
"As a matter of fact, no. I've already given up one precious day for you to do this, now hurry up and finish the damn paper already. Hell, even Mundus could do this."
The dark-haired male grumbled.
Shit. It didn't work after all. He had tried to stall for as long as he could.
"Ehmm." Dante cleared his throat. He read the problem out loud.
"Who was the emperor that first unified China?"
"....."
A terribly lengthy silence ensued. Dante struggled to recall, but knew it was futile. He barely paid attention in class. A large portion of his high school life consisted of passing out in class, or when in the rare moments where he was awake, he would use it to flirt with multiple females.
In other words, he never gave any effort in school at all.
Vergil spoke, breaking the silence. "I require an answer now."
Dante cursed to himself.
"Uh...Chingli."
"I don't recall any ruler named that." Vergil replied coolly. "It seems that you have failed." A small smirk appeared on his face.
"There are more questions on her-," Dante started, waving the paper around rather frantically.
"Don't bother, they only get more complex as you go down."
"..."
"Get on with the mission. I'll have Kat explain it to you. You have no right to complain now." Vergil didn't bother hiding his smile this time.
Dante exhaled loudly from his nose, frustrated with himself. He crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash bin rather viciously.
"Damn it, shut up."
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Snowflakes and Wishes.
The boy smiled. The staff held tightly in his left hand, he swung himself up the flagpole. He stared down at the city below him, it was too quiet. The wind blew endlessly in his face; his silver hair flowing along with it.
His grin grew even bigger. "Take me home, Wind!", he yelled, loosening his grip on the pole. The wind carried him upwards into the vast dark sky. He laughed with pleasure, his body spiraling with nothing holding him back.
It was a cold snowy winter night, it was. He made sure of that.
The Man in the Moon smiled down at him, sighing slightly. The boy never really will grow up, would he? But he himself had chosen the boy, oh yes. And never had a single regret popped up in his mind even up to this day.
The pale boy back flipped in the night sky, whooping louder than ever. He gracefully on the ground, leaving detailed floral patterned ice on the snow with every step he took.
This certain boy always had endless mischief and tricks up his frost-covered sleeves. He is the one who brought endless fun to the children of the world, the one who brings you snow days.
His name is Jack Frost, and he has returned.
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will to live
I was running. Again.
Running away from my problems. Running away from them, instead of facing them. I was a coward, and I knew it.
Why couldn't I turn around? Why?
I hated myself so much for it, yet I still hated them more. Those people who wanted to kill me, who stripped away nearly everything that I loved and cherished in this world. I despised them.
"I can't do anything right can I?"
"That's right, you can't. You might as well turn yourself in," the voice whispered softly. "It'll be so quick you won't be able to feel anything. It'll be painless."
"I..I can't. I promised. I promised him we'll meet again. He's waiting, waiting for me all alone. I have to see him, I have to."
The voice laughed coldly, its sound echoing throughout my head. "Who are you kidding, you couldn't even save those other people. You just all watched them die, don't you remember? Their screaming, their pleas for help -- their pain."
The words stabbed into me like a needle. I couldn't deny it. I bit down on my lip, telling myself to contain my emotions. "I know, that's why I have to save him. He's all I have. I'm all he's got, he's counting on me. I can't let him down, I can't."
"You will."
"SHUT UP. I WON'T. Get out of my head." I shoved the voice out, feeling its presence slowly fading away. "I'll save him."
I could hear them behind me, it's like they always knew where I was. There was a sharp laugh, it resounded through the dark dense forest. "You're a foolish one," the man said. "You'll regret that you ever made that choice."
I ran faster, ignoring that voice who killed my self-esteem and confidence so many times. "I won't," I snarled, "you wait and see."
I will save him. That boy who mattered so much to me. That boy who was taken from me. That boy whom I loved so dearly.
My little brother.
I will protect him, no matter what the cost.
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