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JapanXReader: Swapped PlacesFlameRiverAlchemist
“Will you?” You had just asked your crush, Kiku Honda, if he would like to go to the Cherry Festival with you. There was going to be a huge carnival as the blooming of the cherry trees was celebrated.
Kiku looked down blushing slightly, “I would love to,” He said nervously.
“Yes!” Step one. Get him to go to the festival with you. Hopefully you could make a move on him there. You knew how much Kiku adored cherry trees, or sakura, as he called them in Japanese. “I’ll come by tomorrow and we can walk there together!” You added happily.
“That sounds like fun _____-san,” Kiku said bowing slightly.
You smiled happily and started towards the front door, “I’ll see you tomorrow then Kiku!!” You took off out the front door toward your house to make plans.
Kiku shut the door smiling nervously. He was going to go to the Cherry Festival with ______-san. Secretly, he had a crush on her for a long
The Graveyard Shift (Undertaker X Reader)captainsam1
"Help! Help me! Can anyone hear me?!" It was dark and cramped. I banged on my surroundings violently and felt something tug at my arm. I noticed a string tied to my around my boney wrist and I pulled on it violently. "Help!" I screamed over and over hoping someone would hear my pleas. Minutes later I heard loud slamming above me; moon light shone into the dark area and my eyes were met with a smiling, white haired man with a scar along his face.
"Welcome back Love." The man said reaching his hand out towards me. I grabbed onto his hand and he helped me out of this...hole I was in. I fell into his arms and looked around -- I was in a graveyard. Did I just come out of a grave? Was I dead? Was he a grim reaper who finished me off, now consoling my spirit?
"W-Who are you.. what happened.. where am I..w-why am I in a grave? Are you some sort of grim reaper whose here to help my soul or something?" He laughed at my Grim Reaper comment, I frowned.
"I'm Undertaker," He then frowned as well. "
A Queen For A Queen (England x Reader)Algebra246
Arthur smirked mentally as he watched your hesitation. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your fingers moved the chess piece on the board. You moved your hand away with a little reluctance, knowing that every move you seem to make would increase the likelihood of losing to Arthur.
What was a day to have a relaxing day of afternoon tea with the British gentleman, you had somehow noticed the chess board, and had the strangest notion of playing with him. He obliged, of course, but warned that he wasn't going easy on you. In his house, you followed him to the sitting room, which consisted of two rather large, comfortable-looking chairs on either side of a coffee table, while in the centre sat a large decorative wooden chess set. Besides the numerous books, stacked neatly along the bookshelves, this chess set was what caught your attention.
You had admired the tow colours and the checkerboard pattern which was made of mahogany, a lighter and darker tone. You were greatly impressed at how
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.C-A-Harland
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.