akatsuki-girl-4-life

please listen to this while reading this piece ! ♚ The mountains are waiting, The full moon has come Hyphema dulled eyes glared torpidly down the beeline road, their frame swathed in leaky frayed straw and fabrics. Plodded feet advanced in a sedate pace, the toe box of their gashed beetle-crusher boots scraping against the rubble bridge highway, which seemed to be bestrewn with overturned cars burning little, searing flames. Acrid smoke permeated the air, while being tinged with the sweet, musky perfume of rotting flesh and gore mixed with charcoal. Kneading his clavicle with cadaverous fingers, he journeyed on, trying to cleanse his

There was nothing I could do. Everything changed so quickly as I found myself running from the other team's base, moving as fast as I could as I heard my party's agonised cries behind me. I kept the intelligence held tightly on my back as a hard tug pulled my collar to the floor. "Bloody pikers... What d'ya think ya doin' kid?!" I opened my tensed eyes to see Sniper glaring down at me, his slender face littered with concern and realisation as he eyed the briefcase on my back. I brushed myself off, hesitating before grabbing his outstretched hand as he firmly pulled me up into a close crouch beside him. "I got it-" He pushed me down, cutting m

|Kuroko Tetsuya x Shy!Reader| (Kuroko no Basuke) You were a quiet girl. Unlike the other females of your school—who flocked together in herds, gushing about the hottest new clothes or gossiping about the not-so-secret lives of celebrities—you kept to yourself in the back of the classroom. Given the choice, you'd much rather curl up with a good book than read fashion magazines or muse over the latest scandal. Others might refer to you as the shy and weird girl who found herself a tongue tied and blushing mess when others came to talk to her. You simply preferred to think of yourself as "unobtrusive". Living an unobtrusive lifes

[Inspired by a cover of the song "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis Presley]    There she was sitting upstairs with him, a ukulele in her hands. She twisted the turners to fix the small instrument to fit the right tune. Ichimatsu was sitting a little bit away from her with his cat in his lap. He watched her relaxed figure. She looked up at him with a gentle smile. The sextuplet felt his face heat up at her smile and he looked back down at his cat.    Her smile grew and she scooted closer. She placed the ukulele in his hands. He only looked at her completely confused. "I want to teach you to play!" she explained. As she explained every