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This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong! This is- "I hate your kind. You all think you can just traipse all over, with no regard to anyone else. You all seem to think-" Gil- He was pacing, flipping a knife open and shut, words falling out in a careful, measured pace. The words were angry, full of contempt and disgust, leaving her anxious to talk to him, desperate to understand the loathing in his voice. But she was bound, wrists and ankles secured to a chair, mouth covered with several layers of tape. She could scarcely turn her head to follow his movements, eyes frantically darting around to try to determine where in God's name he

This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong! This is- "I hate your kind. You all think you can just traipse all over, with no regard to anyone else. You all seem to think-" Gil- He was pacing, flipping a knife open and shut, words falling out in a careful, measured pace. The words were angry, full of contempt and disgust, leaving her anxious to talk to him, desperate to understand the loathing in his voice. But she was bound, wrists and ankles secured to a chair, mouth covered with several layers of tape. She could scarcely turn her head to follow his movements, eyes frantically darting around to try to determine where in God's name he

Don't tell me you know me better than the people who've known me for years. I know me too, and I know to trust them with my sanity. Don't tell me I don't need the hospital-- I wouldn't be here if I didn't need the hospital. This is not a playground and I am not stupid. My emotional appendix has burst and reality tastes of copper; don't tell me this is just attention seeking. All requests for help involve seeking attention. The patient whose leg is broken screams for pain killers but I am only kneeling and asking you to help me stay alive. Don't tell me I am being irrational when you are basing this on a label only. I am capable of great

You snuggled closer to him, wanting to get closer to his warmth. You just confessed your feelings to each other, and you got to say, that was the best risk you have ever taken. You smiled and looked over to him. Asahi had his eyes closed, and his breathing suggested that he was asleep. "I can't believe you're asleep," you said softly. Although you were kind of annoyed, you still didn't want to wake him up. His eyes suddenly shot open. "Sorry! It just felt comfortable lying down here with you..." "Oh. I-It's okay. Sorry for waking you." You blushed. He told you it was alright and a comfortable silence settled on the both of you. He decid

---A Pillow for the Commander: [Drunk!Erwin x Reader]--- Author's Notes: In which the Reader, a junior officer in the Recon Corps, discovers that her superior is a little… cuddly when inebriated. Warnings for fluff, suggestive themes, alcohol and drunken snuggles. Hope you enjoy =3 ---- The candle burned low upon the sleek mahogany desk, just barely illuminating the sheets of parchment that decorated your workspace. You rubbed your bleary eyes with the back of an ink-smudged hand. No wonder they strained! The hours had flown by before you even knew it. Now the day was nearly over, and the sun was setting beyond the horizon. Just wher

Sinbad x Reader “Is it true?” I asked softly watching the sunset in the large balcony. I could feel his presence in the room. I was a nervous wreck. “What (name)?” Even in this moment I loved his husky voice. I forced myself to turn around and face those intense golden eyes. They were my weakness above all. Once our eyes met, his showed a glint of concern. “Is true…” I summoned up all the courage I had. My voice was trembling “t-that you married me without loving me?” His eyes widened “Why do you think…?” I stopped him raising my hand. I smiled bitterly. So… he

There you were laying on your comfy bed, pulling your (F/C) comforters over so that you could escape the clutches of the pink-haired Dragon Slayer who was trying to get you to drink a cup of cough syrup.  Now, you're probably wondering why the heck Natsu was in your room, trying to get you drunk on cough syrup. Well, let's go to the beginning of your day... ******Flashback****** You woke up to the sound of your alarm. For some reason you felt drowsy and basically, a slump. You sat up on your bed, holding your head trying to remember what happened yesterday that could had made you feel like this. That's when you remembered the mission

You almost laughed when he posed the question.  It was unfathomable that a man like that would want a girl like you, to be his forever. You knew your place. How were you any different than the multitude of women who made their way in and out of his bedroom over the years?  Although the fact that he kept coming back to you, was surprising.  Then again there was this raw, chemical connection the two of you had, and you know he felt it too.  Every time the two of you came together something divine happened, it was hard to explain what, but in those fleeting moments you almost, almost, believed him. You shook your head again as he cocked an ey

        There was once a time when Loki wasn't surrounded by darkness. There was a time when his soul wasn't drowning in hate and sadness; when he was just a normal boy (as normal as the Prince of Asgard could be) that smiled just like any other and played like any other boy would. Though he had always been different he did not let that ruin his stride; he was the Prince of Asgard, brother of Thor, son of Odin. You were one of the few lucky people who he had become friends with. It was hard for you two not to get along, considering how much you both had in common. Asgardian Literature had to be the thing that most unified you to him. You wou

Attention (Death The Kid x Reader) You ran through the hall, laughing wildly with tears streaming out of your eyes.  Your classmates ignored you.  This wasn’t unusual in the least.  You waved as you passed by Maka and Soul. “Cool hair,” Soul commented. You winked.  “Thanks but apparently Kid doesn’t think so!”           You ducked into the janitor’s closet and listened as someone came rushing by.  You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggling.  After you were sure he was gone, you took a moment to fix your hair.  Long on one side, short on the other.  You had wanted to do it for