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It was just an ordinary day for you on Himawari island. You had already set up your father's fish shop with ice and signs and sat in the rocking chair outside waiting for his fishing boat to dock. You rocked back and forth looking out at the sea which the shop overlooked, admiring all of its beauty. You smiled to yourself as you saw your father's boat heading towards the port, him flailing his arms around signaling you that he needed help. You ran down to the port to greet your father, helping him carry up the baskets of fish up to the shop. Your mother and father used to run the shop together, until your mother grew very ill as of recent so

It was a Friday night, not far past eleven. There was no moon to be seen, only darkness came in from the outside. Crickets were chirping as your house sat quiet, and you were fast asleep, dreaming about who knows what. "(Y/N)." It was just a whisper, not enough to rouse you from your slumber. "(Y/N)." Someone shook your shoulder. "Hmm?" you mumbled, mostly asleep. "(Y/N), are you up? (Y/N)?" The voice was soft, trembling a bit. "Wha?" You opened your eyes, blinking the sleepiness away. "Who's there?" "Me." A small finger poked your nose. "H-hi." "Totty?" You sat up, stretching your arms over your head. "What time is it?" "I don't know,

He’s not sure what to do when you knock on the door and you fall into his hold. Tsukishima’s arms are stiff as he braces one hand on the doorway and the wraps the other one around your shoulders. You’re pressing your face into his chest and his heart breaks as he hears your muffled sobs and the way sadness convulses through your body.      He draws his lips into a thin line, the edges of his teeth biting into them as he pulls you into the genkan and closes the door with his shoulders. His back is against the metal as he slides down onto the tiled floor, both of his arms around you. He pulls you into his lap and you limply f

Soulmate!AU: the first words your soulmate says to you are inked on your wrist. The sky was clouded with mist as he walked briskly across the sidewalk, weaving in and out of the crowd. Sugawara frowned as he rubbed his wrist anxiously, a habit he had picked up ever since he learned the meaning of soulmates. Goodbye. The bubbly words were too cheerful and bright for such a depressing sentence. What type of soulmate says goodbye to someone the second they meet? He really hated the ink. He didn’t know where the inexplicable hatred came from. The words were so foreboding and ominous that even he, Mr. Refreshing, couldn’t stay relax

(soulmate au where if one soulmate dyes their hair the other's hair changes as well - when the color fades it returns to the person's respective natural color) The faint chorus of snores coming from the hallway of rooms echoes throughout the quiet dorm living room, where boxes of takeout and bottles of soda lay, littering the floor. The faint smell of orange chicken and chow mein lingers in the air, prompting Iwaizumi to scowl and roll his eyes. "I'll clean up here. Just get their asses up." He steps into a puddle of an identifiable substance, and shoots you a glare when you let out a giggle. "I'm going to kill them." "Maybe later," you mu

The booming bass pulses from the speakers, music ripping out of them at a volume that made yelling sound like whispering. You watch from your corner of the room as your classmates and friends dance in time to the beat, swaying their hips, promiscuity and rhythm dripping from the sweat of their bodies. All around the atmosphere is abuzz, people lounging in the furniture, gathering in clumps on the floor, huddling around the food table. Energy and conversation, flirting and party games, everything is a blur. But then there were wall flowers like you, who clung to empty corners and spaces of the wall.    As you scan the room for the nth time,

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader [Pokemon!AU] Both Kuroo and Reader are in their early 20s Part 1 || Part 2 You woke up to an empty bed and daylight shining in from the open window. Your hand reached out to the vacant side of the bed only to find the last of his lingering warmth. For a few moments, you stared out at the blue skies through hazy eyes before turning to nuzzle back into the plush pillows, pulling the sheets further up to nestle into. It’s been a while since you slept on a proper bed, after all. Kuroo could wait. The next time you woke was with a jolt. Loud noises came from outside the room and curiosity was not enough to pull you

「✧」            You didn’t expect deep space to be so quiet.            Despite its enduring tranquility, the universe was a field of vibrant colors on black canvas: every part of space was freckled with stars and constellations, and from where you stood, the other distant planets looked like multitudes of scattered marbles, each differing in color and size. Your eyes flutter to another individual some distance away from you, who is currently examining an object on the ground.            Bokuto was your assigned partner for the space mission. You initially did not know him very well; while both of you were in t

(THIS IS PART 2!!!) The string can be stretched or tangled, but it can never break. You heave a heavy sigh, and rub your temples in frustration. The book in your hand is titled, 'The String', and the cover depicts two pinky fingers on opposite ends, connected by a thin red string. You toss it onto the coffee table, atop the magazines Petra normally left out for guests to read when they got bored. You order takeout and settle for a drama-rerun. You've made the decision to move out, and to let Levi move into the apartment to begin his domestic life with his girlfriend. Petra was adamant at first, but after seeing the anguish on your face, an

You could safely say that waiting alone in a broom closet was one of the most – if not the most – boring experiences of your life. Why the fuck were they taking so long? You didn’t know. Instead you just decided to count how many brooms were in your closet. One. “Well that was fun,” you told yourself. Not long after the door to the closet opened and none other than Eren Jaeger himself stepped inside. Honestly you felt relieved that it was him – after all he was an old friend you spent a lot of time with, so you felt comfortable it was him instead of some other person. “Hey,” he greeted casua

{ ♫ } Favourite friend, I live in a hologram with you; The last time you came to this park with Miyuki, he was still five inches shorter than you. It feels like each time you meet up with him after long periods of not seeing each other's faces, he looms over you more and more. Not much has changed, in terms of the park. You feel a sudden wave of nostalgia in the pleasantly mellow evening. The air is refreshing, and if you listen carefully, there's a buzzing of crickets and fluttering of wings in the distance. You lift your head towards the sky, admiring the beautiful chaos of orange, purple, and magenta blooming above. For some reaso

contains suggestive themes read at your own risk reader-chan i swear it’s worth it though, well hopefully it is == Sousuke grumbled as he sat in the small plastic chair in the indoor pool, his eyes looking around the facility for something to look at, anything to relieve him of his boredom. Sousuke had agreed to stay with you at the public pool after you had told him that you were responsible for locking up tonight. Sousuke being the ever-gallant best friend wanted to see you home to make sure that nothing happened to you. He just wished that there were something to do to make time pass ever a little bit faster. You strolled slowly

Epilogue ~My Most Precious Treasure~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *I cannot stress enough to you the importance of listening to the music along with this. Pretty much, don't read this if you can't listen to the music. It's THAT important. Besides the fact it took me days to find the right music for this, the main reason is because there are sound effects and so on. And if you can't hear it, you'll lose a lot of the feeling for what's going on.* Other than that, please enjoy the finale! ^_^ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bc0TO2CnXqU Two years have now passed. Not much has changed

Christmas Miracle A Reader x Hetalia Story The snow fell in soft flakes like dust on the wind, blurring the edge of your vision but thankfully not doing anything to prevent your vision of the road up to the lodge. The snow was a welcome joy as you considered what would be awaiting you for Christmas this year - loneliness! In truth you had the option to forget the tradition and visit another friend's, Cuba was always offering you a holiday in the sunshine, but it just would not be the same. Since you could remember you had come to the lodge your parents had owned every Christmas to be with your ten best friends in the world - they had hidden

”3:45PM” He was changing. You knew it was bad of you to stare at him—it was probably illegal too—but your neighbor constantly forgot to close the blinds when he changed in his bedroom after he got home from work. And you constantly forgot to stop staring because your neighbor was definitely attractive. Well-built with taut muscles, blond hair constantly pushed back, chiseled features, and pale blue eyes—your neighbor was definitely a good sight. The way your apartment complex was set up was that three or four separate halls were set next to each other, connected by a breezeway lengthwise. Another set ran down

You just had to giggle as you watch your husband give the ‘how-to’s’ to the little Italian that nodded fiercely at the lecture.  You’d never seen someone so focused on what was being snapped at him, and the mental notebook that was quickly filling up.  Resting your hand on your protruding belly, you watched Ludwig march in front him, like he was ordering his troops into battle. Feliciano’s hand rested on his forehead as the German, again, brusquely barked orders at him. “Sì!”  The brunette stomped his foot and straightened his back even more, hoping he could convey the message that this was j

NorwayXReader ~Request He’s Right to Six Foot Deep Struggling, you pushed the front door open, drawing in a deep breath, still shaking from the icy temperatures outside.  Pulling off your gloves, that were drenched, your hat and jacket soon followed into a soggy, wet heap onto the floor.  Yanking off your boots, you chucked them into the corner, where they rested with the massive pile of other footwear. “Hello?” you called into the house that was dark, minus a soft, flickering glow from down the hall. Oh, the things horror movies are made of…  “Well, there’s gotta be someone here, the front door was

Facing Our Fears - One Shot “Are you sure about this?” Steve asks as he grips tightly to my hand. I stare at the familiar building that had been the source of so many horrible memories as a child and I let out a shaky breath. “Yeah,” I reply shakily making him rub his thumb therapeutically on my fingers. “Okay, just remember I’m here for you.” He says giving me a reassuring smile and I return a forced one. “I know Steve; it’s just; well you know.” “Yeah, you’ve told me.” “I guess, I’m just terrified about the fact that he’s in there.” “

Sebastian X Reader Chapter 6: Kanojo no Shitsuji, Keiyaku "I'll go with you as long as I can bring my butler." You were carefully positioning yourself to the edge of the bed. "It's fine." Lord Randall replied as they waited for them outside the door. "All these distractions are frustrating me." You let out a sigh, wincing slightly when you tried to move your legs off the bed. They were sore from when Randolf was hitting them repeatedly with the bed post. Sebastian helped move you, knowing it would take a longer time without assistance. After discharging yourself from the hospital, you followed the policemen into a carriage, taking you and

It was just an ordinary day for you on Himawari island. You had already set up your father's fish shop with ice and signs and sat in the rocking chair outside waiting for his fishing boat to dock. You rocked back and forth looking out at the sea which the shop overlooked, admiring all of its beauty. You smiled to yourself as you saw your father's boat heading towards the port, him flailing his arms around signaling you that he needed help. You ran down to the port to greet your father, helping him carry up the baskets of fish up to the shop. Your mother and father used to run the shop together, until your mother grew very ill as of recent so

The young ginger looked up with bright green eyes to his parents as one gave him a bag with some food in it. The little boy was only two, so he had no idea what was going on. His father looked very nonchalant, and his mother was running all around the offshore platform that they called their homeland, seeming to try and keep herself busy. He was very confused, but no one was answering his questions. "Am I going away?" he asked his dad as the man was carrying him to a small boat. "Yes." "Where?" "Somewhere." "Where's that?" "A place." "A place where?" "Peter," his mother cut in. "Enough with all the questions." Peter and his bags were