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      This was the fourth time in less than a full month that you'd seen him in this condition. Covered in bandages, bruises and wounds. Barely breathing and struggling to remain conscious. It wasn't like him to come back hurt, let alone this badly. Nonetheless, there he was, limply lying on a poorly made, hay mattress with his eyes just open enough to let you know that he was alive. "I'd ask how you wound up in this condition, but judging by the fact that I have an audience, I'm guessing that I'm not allowed to know." After glancing behind you at the four large men standing against the wall of the small room, you released a sigh and gathered

[icon ; http://lovelysickness.tumblr.com] [acapetley/lonelyScribbler] [shizuo x reader] --- Heavy footsteps echoed through the halls of the apartment complex. Tired eyes forced awake as he stood at the front door of his home. Pulling a key from his pocket, he shoved it into the doorknob; kicking the door open and cursing his strength as it crashed into the wall. Walking inside, he tossed the keys and a pair of scratched sunglasses on the kitchen counter near him. Running a hand through blond hair, the man walked to the bathroom; twisting the cold water faucet on. Scratches and bruises littered his head from the violent events that took p

        "C'mon!"  You were pulling along your friend, wanting to spend as much time at the library as possible.  The pinkette's right hand was on their left bicep, their left hand in yours.  This was because they didn't eat to do anything today, but you dragged them out of their house anyway.         "[y/n]?  Where are we going, again?"  You smiled.         "The library, remember?  If you're gonna sit at home all day, I'm gonna get you something to do."  You yanked Crona the rest of the w

You take several deep breaths to calm yourself and eventually your heart beat slows.  Cautiously you stand and brush the dirt from your clothes. You wish you could brush the fear off with it. An owl hoots somewhere in the distance and you jump. Shuddering, you swallow the growing lump in your throat and begin marching in a random direction. You hold your chin up high, trying to be brave, even though you can feel your knees shaking. I’m fine, I’m fine, everything is fine. You repeat this to yourself in your head as you make your way blindly through the foliage. You begin to hear noises around you, the snap of a twig, or the rustl

(quick note: for those of you who don't know, Red is me/my persona) You sat up as you were awoken by the sound of a knock at your door. You groaned a bit and hesitantly got out of bed, slipping your (fav color) slippers onto your feet, as the floor below you was cold to the touch. You made your way over to your door, yawning as you opened the door. Standing in front of you is a very pale ginger, who also had white eyes, and was wearing a face mask around their mouth. The ginger was wearing a gray sweatshirt, dark gray pants, and a pair of sneakers. The ginger silently hands you a folded piece of paper. You, confused, opened it up to see writ

 Kill la Kill (c) Trigger You (c) yourself Counterpart to the male!reader inserts. Nothing but short drabbles. Houka Inumuta The awkward moment came when you were both analyzing data over a piece of Goku uniform that seemed to be missing a few Life fibers to make it better. You argued with him over how much would be needed, shouting out that a certain percent was enough. Houka explained that in the end, it was all up to Shiro to decide, but even so, if the uniform needed to be regenerated, they would have no choice but to add in more Life fibers. You two were getting closer and closer as you argued, unaware of your hands waving about