KhayamRose

An almost sad sigh left Ludwig's mouth as he walked through the old shed. He looked at the old living room, old bench somewhere on the carpet, with a small table on the other side were the old tv always was, now probably stolen, or it just magically disappeared. He knew this shed good, a bit too good. This wreck, walls almost not holding the weight of the ceiling, which was barely some wood with many holes in it, used to be the house were he came so often. This once was (y/n)'s house. It was getting darker and darker, and soon the air was all dark-blue with a single orange stripe close to the horizon. Though Ludwig didn't even think of leavi

1. Pigtails "Awww. Don't you look adorable?!" Kotone squealed in girlish joy to see Silver – in pigtails. "Can I get these things off now?!" Silver yelled in utter embarrassment. He hid his face with his hands, regretting accepting the girl's bet in a battle. When he knew so well who will lose in the end. Kotone giggled lovingly. "I think you look cute." She twirled his red pigtails. It only made Silver's face even redder than it already was. "K-knock it off!" 2. Beach Silver asked himself almost every five seconds: Did he died and gone to heaven? There he was on the beach, sitting on the sand quietly, and cursing silently at the

Now, Rex could hold his liquor well, like what he believed to be manly. The sweet, throat burning liquid just seemed to be another drink to the Captain, taking no real effect on him… only if he had a ridiculous amount of course, but these days what was classed as ridiculous? Aboard the Republic battle cruiser Victory, Captain Rex, Ashoka and 7 other clones were all seated –one word for it- around a couple of empty ammo crates that had been pushed together and used as a card table. The eight clones had started a game of poker, and brought out their stashes of Correlian whiskey, a night of relaxation and fun. As they had started Asho

             Everyone was gathered in the largest room of the Phantomhive home. No one was sure who had brought them all together or why. Suddenly the large wooden doors slammed open and a flash of red interned the room, running to the center. It was Grell, now standing in front of everyone. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I was on my way when there was this sale I just had to stop-" "Grell, would you very much mind telling us why you thought it wise to bother the master today?" Sebastian stared at him with an annoyed look. "He does have things to do you know." "Oh of course Bassy." Grell twirled around a large, flashy red purse. "I was sitting al

You coughed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. You had lost count. Whatever the number of coughs, to Sherlock it was too many. You could see his agitation in the nearly imperceptible shift of the corner of his mouth. When you first met Sherlock, you thought he was emotionless. The only thrill he seemed to experience came from the solving of a case. Over time, you'd learned that that was not the case. He was harder to read than most, but his emotions were there. "You're sick, [First Name], you must see a doctor." "This from the man who wouldn't go to the hospital after being stabbed three times? Unbelievable." "I was underco

You tapped your pencil to the beat of the music pouring out of your ear buds, reading the material for your upcoming exam. Normally a certain two-toned hair male would be running his mouth, calling you a nerd and the likes when you attempted to study in his presence. But he was of course flirting with another girl in the hall. Earlier you were heading to the library together, since you were going to force him to study since he seemed to not take much interest into his studies. But a very beautiful girl winked at the male, him ditching you in the process to flirt with her. This was a constant occurrence as he was a pretty attractive guy, but

Makoto x Reader – Video Games It was a warm saturday morning when a cheerful male voice was waking you up from your sleep. “_____! Wake up!”  The voice yelled from outside of your house. You covered your ears with your pillow to get at least some peace on the moring, but the voice of the cheerful young man was still hearable. “MAKOTO! I STILL WANT TO SLEEP!” you shouted, covering your face with your soft pillow. Makoto’s voice disappeared for a while, and you asked yourself if he went home. You couldnt fall asleep anymore, thanks to him. You sighed and removed your pillow from your face, just to see

   A/N: Hello there =3 If you can't tell, I'm giving Ichigo a break and writing a few Star Trek Reader Inserts =D So, yeah... Onward~             You sigh as the bartender slides another drink to you, running a hand through your (H/L) (H/C) hair. Another crappy day and another crappy breakup, just your normal routine. You aren’t sure why, but you seem to attract assholes like flies and they never stop pestering you. Speaking of which…           “Hi there, gorgeous.” A man practically purred as he slid into the seat next to you. You narrowed your (E/C) eyes in a glare, hoping to dissuade him but, of course, he was s

(Just a fun short drabble thingy that was sort of requested by runraggedycas - slight follow up from 'Caretaker?', Enjoy!) "Hey!" You greeted the Doctor as you strolled into the blue box. You popped your coat over the rail and headed up towards where the Doctor was. He was in his usual spot, on the higher level by his blackboard. "Hello." He didn't look round or watch as you approached. There was a pause as you watched him as he scribbled down random numbers and letters in chalk on the board. "What ya doing?" You narrowed your eyes as he still didn't turn round. "Hush, brain, thinking." He replied shortly, his accent strong. You rolled yo

*Honey why you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now.* Tony grumbled and reached for his phone with that stupid ring-tone. He was grumpy, mainly because he and Pepper had gotten into another fight...For the sixth time this week. The sleeping arrangements were mixed up tonight. Tony in the master bedroom and Pepper downstairs. The rest of his grumpiness came from looking at the time. Who the hell calls at 4 AM? Wiping tiredly at his eyes, he pressed the green phone icon on his screen, not bothering the look at the caller ID. “Hello?” He groaned. *Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cau

“Draco? Are you okay?” You asked anxiously as Draco came bustling back into your compartment. His gray eyes which usually held only hostility looked hurt, and slightly saddened. You were one of Draco’s best friends, having known him since you were both young. You were still young at eleven, but you already knew that you liked Draco in more than a friend way. You also knew that Draco, even though he seemed mean to most, was a real sweetheart and was actually very sensitive. “I tried to warn the new boy, Potter, about hanging with the wrong people. My father always said that purebloods shouldn’t associate with mud

When a queen is in love,        they won't admit it to them. “Ne, ne, [Name]-chan! Are you in love?” The petite boy asked, honey brown orbs staring straight at hers. The twins immediately got interested at the sudden conversation and leaned closer, just so they could hear it better. Tamaki was too busy trying to entertain the customers with his flirtatious pick up lines (Which, by the way, did woo them). “I don't think so, Honey-senpai.” She replied with a sheepish smile. “Why do you ask?” “Because Haru-chan said that you never fell in love before!” He exclaimed. Too loudly that everyone on

"Dean, I told you, I'm fine." A look of irritation was plastered on your face. You were trying so very hard not to get mad but, with Dean asking if you were alright over and over again was getting on your nerves.   "Says the one who got injured," He countered back at you.   A few hours ago you, Dean, and Sam were on a hunt. When suddenly, you were attacked by a group of vampires. Unluckily for you, the heel of your shoe got caught in the deep crack of the cement floor while you were sprinting away. But the other two managed to kill the vampires before they got to you.   After dropping Sam off at a nearby motel, Dean drove you back to your apa