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It was unusually quiet in the small white room.  Only the beeping of a monitor and the dripping of an IV made noises to reverberate through the room.  Occasionally one of the visitors would couch from his exposure to cigarettes, but no words were spoken.  Yet. Izaya sat to the right of the bed, next to your tucked in figure. He leaned over and had his elbows on your bed, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them.  He was looking between you and then to the man on the other side of the bed; Shizuo. The blonde had crossed his arms and sat back in his chair, pushing it against the wall and leaning his head back on it.  His face held an an

Between Lenalee’s gossiping and Lavi’s bragging, word of you being a “phantom” quickly spread around the order. Unbeknownst to you in your unconscious sleep, people quickly began to insist that they see you. Helveska had announced that you were to become an exorcist as soon as you were awoken, and with word of you being a ghost, people quickly became confused. People were asking if you were solid, if they could see you, and not before long, the uproar got louder. You were out for just over a week—Clearly worn out from whatever hellish trip it took to get you here. The excitement of their being a new exorcist to

“A-Achoo!” Came the loud noise as you sneezed, sitting up and holding a tissue to your nose as you sniffed. You groaned and crumpled up the paper napkin, tossing it at the trashcan against the wall, and as per usual, missing. You glared at it with red eyes from your place in the bed, the white tissue seeming to defy you as it landed on the carpet. “….Arthuuuuuuur!” You whined, turning to face the open bedroom door, wiggling around and sitting up so that your back was against the frame of the bed. Tucking your blankets in at your waist and wrapping up in your house-robe again, you pouted at the doorway until you

“Oooooh, Camille~!” Francis called as he walked through the small, shared apartment, two stemmed glasses and a bottle of wine in his hands. He tapped them together, making a ‘chinck’-ing sound. “Ma chérie? Where are you?” He asked, poking his head into Camille’s bedroom door, to find it empty. “Right here.” Camille grumbled, as she appeared in the entranceway next to him, coming from the opposite end of the hall. She was getting dressed, and just out of the shower, a towel draped over her damp hair and her robe on. “Excuse me…” She said quietly, slipping past him

~Male!Reader X Seychelles~ ------ You sighed and sat on the dock, holding your blanket closer around you. Gingerly dipping your feet in the warm water, you swung your legs back and forth, pulling out your book to resume your reading. Even though you had come to see your best friend, she’d been busy the entire time with swimming around in the waters you loathed. You and Michelle were peculiar friends. You had met through her brother, Matthew, and now whenever he and their adoptive father Francis (along with her step-brother Alfred and step-father Arthur) came to visit Michelle on her island home, they’d let you tag along. Sometim

The Black Order was abuzz with the latest news; there was a new recruit! And a very special one, at that. Not even the Bookmen had heard of her powers, and supposedly, they could be used for immense destruction. They seemed weak from just a glance, but they were the kind that could do damage. This new person was clearly a trickster, a thief, as clown—a court jester. The only was that Helveska refused to let people know of her exact abilities yet. Even though no one knew of her exact powers, this recruit was clearly special. Apparently she had ran into Master Tiedoll, and he directed her to the Black Order. However, once she got to the doorst

"Is it done yet!?" You whined, peeking over your bestfriend's shoulder as he mixed the batter. "(Y/N)! I told you, it takes a while!" He blonde said, imitating your tone, but quieter. In response, you stuck your tongue out at him and turned around, about to leave when one of the kids came running in and tackled your legs. Playing along, you fell backwards and crashed into your friend Matthew, who in turn dumped the sticky mixture of batter everywhere. You and Matthew Williams had been best friends since third grade. Now the two of you were second years in highschool, and learning to support yourselves and lead a life. You both talked to you

You were sitting outside on the pavement, where you normally did at the park. Everyday you came back to the same spot, to work on your masterpiece. You brought different colored pieces of chalk with you, putting out a mat and kneeling on it. You were a street artist; someone who drew elaborate works in chalk on the pavement, someone who painted murals, and someone who would sit outside with a paper pad and do sketches for money. You had a very handy photographic memory, and could recreate what you saw. Living in an apartment alone, you needed money. So you worked at a local library, and put your talent to use on the side. Your preferred meth

You rubbed your tired eyes, looking at the words on the textbook page as your eyesight grew fuzzier too. You had huddled yourself up in the corner of your dorm, textbook sitting in your crossed legs. Tomorrow was in approximately an hour; and tomorrow was a very special day. You yawned and shoved the book off your lap, standing up to stretch your legs and take a little break. About two years ago, you moved from your home in (country), switching you to a new highschool. Now, you were a first year university student, all on your own out in the big world. Everyone else at this school already knew each other from past years spent together. You f

Gilbert had invited Alfred over to a sleepover, and all was going fine. Gilbert and popped downstairs to get snacks for their movie, and Alfred had decided to snoop around a little. First he went for the beside table. Alfred sat on the bed and pulled out the drawer, his happy expression gone as his eyes widened. A long, purple, sparkly dildo… Well, that certainly was not what he was expecting. He gingerly reached down and picked it up, giving it a funny look. Yes,  he was… Very familiar with these things, to put it simply. Gilbert swung his legs back and forth on the counter next to Al's bag, while he waited for the popcorn to pop. He tilte