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The forest was becoming darker and darker and the sense of being lost was reaching to the surface of your mind more and more with every passing second. The olive and almond trees had been replaced with towering conifer ones that barely let the sunrays lighten your path. You didn’t know how much time you were running; you were feeling disoriented and the idea of losing Atem forever, which so desperately fought against, was making your heart sink. Suddenly, you stopped. Your legs were numb from all the run and your mouth gasped for air greedily. However, your lungs didn’t enjoy the oxygen for long, because you started yelling the y

The forest was becoming darker and darker and the sense of being lost was reaching to the surface of your mind more and more with every passing second. The olive and almond trees had been replaced with towering conifer ones that barely let the sunrays lighten your path. You didn’t know how much time you were running; you were feeling disoriented and the idea of losing Atem forever, which so desperately fought against, was making your heart sink. Suddenly, you stopped. Your legs were numb from all the run and your mouth gasped for air greedily. However, your lungs didn’t enjoy the oxygen for long, because you started yelling the y

How can you? It was a typical afternoon and they just dismissed class. As always Maka sat under a tree close to the sports field where the guys play ball and continued her book. "She's reading even more lately. Never thought that would be possible...", Liz looked at her and frowned. The tall blonde knew something was weird. "What can I say, she loves books!", Tsubaki the shy yet extremely pretty japanese woman gave Liz a warm smile. She was Maka's best friend and the person Maka trusted most so maybe Tsubaki knows something that Liz didn't. On the other hand Maka didn't really talk about her feelings at all. "Yeah I know that but still it's

Nature, it heals. Nature, it protects. Nature, it takes revenge. People, hurt it. People, take advantage of it. People, will lose it.

Logan X Reader: Date Night (One-Shot!) A/N: I do apologize for not posting in over a month, I haven't been doing to much becuase of medical reasons, I'm not sure if I mentioned this but I have severe CFS and Fibromalgyia, I don't usually have the energy to do much. My memory is awful and I've been meaning to post for a while, I've also been very busy working on getting a book published as well. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one-shot, I hope to post the following week like usual but my writers block is getting the best of me.    Logan was laying on his bed, smoking a cigar, waiting for you. He had promised to help pick out your outfit for

Dear Clint, I know that it upsets you that I can’t share my visions. That some things in our relationship can’t be open or honest. But no matter how hard, you have to trust me in that I’ll stick by you through thick and thin.   Not being able to know your future when someone else does causes you pain and grief, I understand. It agonises me that I cannot help. I know running away won’t fix the matter, but I’m doing it anyway.   Nothing hurts me most than having you hurt, and I know you feel the same about me. I am aware that taking off like this with no warning, no signal will cut you deeply, as if you need more

“We want you to join the military.” The king said again. “Do I have any choice in this matter?” You asked boldly. “No.” The king blatantly stated, grabbing your arm and hauling you to the carriage faster than you could react; Erwin calmly trailing behind. He threw you on the seat and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket. You raised an eyebrow. The king rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrists clicking the handcuffs in place. “Wow your majesty I thought you would have gotten this through your thick skull already. You can’t contain me.” You unlocked the handcuffs and threw

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn but that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry. but that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You layed there in your boyfriends arms, early in the morning, just staring and thinking at his fingers tangled with yours. You were having doubts about your relationship with Gilbert. He was always getting into bar fights, getting wasted almost every night, and because of that the two of you, were getting into some pretty heated arguments. You felt like you just couldn't take it anymore. All the fighting. The dr

Today had been a particularly good one in your opinion. The weather was fair, the traveling was smooth, and the company of Thorin Oakenshield had been in high spirits. The hours passed quickly as you listened intently to their stories and songs. You never grew tired of their grand tales, even though you were convinced that some of them had received more than their fair share of embellishment. After you had all stopped to make camp for the night, Bofur approached you and asked, "Why don't you tell us a story, lass? You've been listening to us rattle on all day. We'd like to hear from you." "Oh, I don't know. I'm sure any story I'd tell would

 Christmas spirit was definitely lacking in the grimy prison Rick’s group of travelers now called home. There wasn’t much spirit at all anymore. But that never let Y/n get her down. It didn’t snow much at the West Georgia Correctional Facility; to Y/n it hardly felt like winter. Most people weren’t even aware it was the holiday season at all. And to many, the idea of celebrating something like Christmas was frivolous. The world had ended after all! There was no time for nonsense like that. But Y/n had always liked Christmas. She loved the way it gave people hope and laughter and people needed that now more than ever

:bulletred: :bulletpink: Sebastian Stan x Reader: Sugar :bulletred: :bulletpink: She was angry. Angry, and upset, and fed-up with all the bullshit in her life. From all the things that had gone wrong, to all the things that might go right, (F/n) was done. She had finally reached her limit- something that was well proved by the newly made hole in her bedroom wall. It wasn’t a particularly big hole- more like a great dent with flaking and chipped off paint- but it was enough that her knuckles were now bloody and beginning to stiffen. They would most certainly be bruised and sore tomorrow, but right now the young woman didn’t care.

Your vision drowned in the abundance of colors that flashed before your eyes. Every one of your limbs felt as if they weighed a ton, forcing you to sink deeper and deeper into the unknown. Your mind was too foggy to process your surroundings, the only person you were able to see was the one behind your dilemma. Jeff the Killer. Jeff must’ve slipped something in your drink when you weren’t paying attention. You didn’t feel like you needed to pay attention to his actions. You’ve always trusted him from the moment he decided to spare your life. Since then, he’s always sought out to protect that very fragile life of

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veV3DOzO9-g Please listen while you read!) Mystery. The enigma of a masquerade ball never ceased to amaze you. What were once familiar faces were painted with precious metals and vibrant colors, obscuring their defining features. With only the lights of the flickering candles to illuminate the ballroom, soft, rhythmic melodies swell about the dancers, its arm gently embracing them, carrying them away into an intoxicating dream; luxurious, entrancing, mellifluous. A trance. Holding the mask close to your face, you weaved yourself through the elegant chaos of the drunken dancers pressed against one another,

At the request of his good friend Haytham, Shay is docked in New York for a few days to deal with the uprising of Assassin gangs in the area. Shay wastes no time in completing this task, and does so swiftly and ruthlessly, as per usual. But after one of his missions, he finds himself distracted. How could you have known that the distraction was you? Well, Shay would make sure you knew soon enough. If there's one thing that rings true about Shay, it's that he's about as dorky as he is Irish. You come to realize this when you spot the illusive man standing at a weaponry stall in the market, stealing quick glances from your direction. “Wh

    You wandered around Death City late at night, frightful of the dark shadows that lurked around each corner. It wasn’t your intention to get lost in the maze of a city, but after being deep in thought for quite a long time you seemed to have lost your way. After a while, the fear you had vanished. You realized that it was almost like an adventure that you normally read in books, there was nothing to fear.    Until a monster appeared.    The thing was ten feet tall, with green, scaly skin and razor sharp talons protruding from its fingertips and tail. Its back was turned to you so you were not yet spotted. An easy chance for you t

Sesshomaru walked swiftly down the dirt path heading towards town, his long silver hair swaying behind him. One of his servants, A-Un trailed behind him carrying a small wooden cart, which Rin, a human girl, was resting on. The young girl's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. She had woke this morning feeling dizzy and when Sesshomaru inspected her, he found that girl was suffering from a very high fever. Without a word, he wrapped her in a thick blanket and put her on the cart before setting out right away for the town. He was limited on his knowledge of human diseases, having no interest in it before, so he needed to find someon

    It was only a few months that you were stuck inside of the virtual world of Sword Art Online, but you had already accepted that it would be your new life. Each day you seeked to get stronger and stronger, not bothering to make friends in fear that they would die.    Your latest goal was to conquer the 37th floor, but after weeks of trying to beat the boss, it seemed hopeless. You tried your luck with teaming up with guilds to help defeat the boss but every time, so many people were left dead while the boss was still standing. After a while, you gave up with trying to have a guild as backup, everyone there was useless. You were going to

Dantooine One month after the destruction of Starkiller Base Clank-clank-clank-clank... The cadence of Stormtroopers on the march drives itself into your ears, drawing closer and closer to your 'practice,' such as it is, where you've managed to pull in a few of the walking wounded who fled from the Troopers' first onslaught.  They're almost here. You chance a look out the window as you move between patients.  A figure in orange and white runs past the window--frantic, horrified.  A Resistance pilot.  Hurry up! you fervently wish, knowing very well he'll never hear you. There's only so much you can do for the wounded gathered here.  You ma