MidnightStrike22

Contest Prize for: DeeNotMe (https://www.deviantart.com/deenotme) ----- "Yo." A hand gently shakes your shoulder. "Uh, hey." "Hmmmf?" You wake up, eyes half-lidded, and with a bit of a cramp in your neck. A voice next to you continues speaking, "Sorry, I always just see you get off at this stop, and I just wanted to make sure you didn't miss it. I hope that's not creepy or anything--!" You turn to the blond male, observing his sharp eyes and black streaks in a given section of his hair. You're still a bit out of it, but you let out a sigh of relief, as you've been known to miss your stop on more than one occasion before. "Not at all! I really appreciate that, uh..." "E

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[Blanca x Reader] He’s silent; there’s not much to say to the corpse of a lover. You’re still so beautiful in death. The dark carmine accents your skin,  your figure is further accentuated by how the viscous nature of the liquid has bonded your dress to your shape, and the bullet holes make your face seem even more delicate - doll-like. He married a beautiful woman, Blanca thinks to himself, staring down (with his eyebrows just barely furrowed), all women are beautiful but you - you are something special. You were something special. A terrorist attack. That’s what they’re blaming this 'unfortunate event' on,

[Shorter Wong x Reader] “Don’t you ever worry gang business will kill you?” you murmured to the man beside you, adjusting the bandages around his torso. It had been another violent day in the downtown - bullets fired from dilapidated houses, threats and promises yelled from across the streets, blood and bullet holes painting their pattern on the walls. You had waited, patiently enough (you’d spent too long in this side of New York; it almost horrified you how accustomed you were to this lethal anarchy) for Shorter Wong to return with his usual grin. His “it’s all figured out now, don’t worry about m

"Hannes!" Hannes froze from his seat. He set his drink down as he turned to face you. "Name," a light pink hue tinged his cheeks, obviously from due to his drink of choice. One of his comrades chuckled, elbowing him lightly in the side. "You're in trouble now." "Hannes!" You waltzed up to the table, grabbing your husband by the ear. "I heard from Eren you were drinking on the job again." You tugged on his ear, a sign for him to stand up. "You should be ashamed." You sent a glare to the other men sitting at the small table. "All of you." Hannes winced. "Name." He ignored the snickers of his friends as he let you drag him away from them. Yo

‘When I was about to die, my life flashed before my eyes’, I heard someone say once. Bullshit. Maybe, looking for a logical explanation, you see it when you subconsciously know you’re going to survive; and it’s an attempt from your brain to make you live your life better after that experience. Like, making the most of it, or something like that. But I’m really going to die, and I see nothing but a huge mouth that opens, awaiting for the taste of my flesh. I heard rumors, rumors about people who died after saying memorable phrases that inspired whole generations of soldiers, and made them live with that sentence

His sleeping face looked so tranquil like an angel from heaven. None of his usual grumpiness could be seen, replaced by a soft expression that made him look years younger. You smiled gently, a hand reached out to sweep his bangs aside. Lightly running a thumb down his cheek, you giggled as he turned in his sleep to rest on his back, his arms thrown out haphazardly. Catching him like this was unexpected and so worth it! You didn’t understand why he never wanted anyone to see him when he was sleeping but you would give anything to see him so vulnerable like this. Like a lusty vampire, you drank in the sight of his youthful face, his te

Touka realizes the gravity of her mistake, but it's already too late. She should've had better self control. When you knocked on the door to her room only an hour ago, bags under your eyes, and just looking miserable in general -- she couldn't find it within herself to say no. Reason being that it isn't hard to tell that sleep comes to you scarcely. You've almost dropped more plates than Roma herself due to your lack of rest. Which, of course, prompts Touka to scold you relentlessly. A sigh leaves said girls lips, as she pulls her bedsheets closer to her. Even with the lights turned off, the room being the perfect temperature, and a perso

When you enter the room, you spit in his direction. Reiner doesn’t lift his head - maybe he doesn’t dare to, maybe he’s afraid to: he doesn’t really understand himself anyway. Instead, he’s staring down at the wooden floors (eyes fixed upon the blood that’s seeped into cracks in the ground; he’s not the first to have come here, that’s for sure), since, above all else, he doesn’t want to see the bitter hatred in your eyes. That hatred - it’s his fault. Everything’s his fault now. Was it only a week ago when your eyes glowed when they looked in Reiner’s direction? They

"Is it just me or she's gained weight. She looks fat." "I'm fat?" You eyes widened as you scanned yourself. A lot of things have been happening lately. You weren't feeling so good, so your friend brought you snacks and sweets. All of which you gratefully accepted. Biting your bottom lip, you go into your bathroom and looked at yourself. "They're...right?" Did all those snacks really make you fat? You do feel yourself getting heavier. Keeping in the tears, you head into your bedroom and changed into clothing fit for exercise. This is not the weight of professional ice skaters. You needed to go on a diet. Locking the door to your house, y

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=piYunr5mTDM&spfreload=10 Please listen while you read!) [Decim’s perspective] Trembling hands. This is the first detail I notice. Knuckles whiten as her grip fastens around her playing cards. Her shoulders curve as if ready to curl away and hide from her surroundings. Matted hair curves about her face and casts shadows over placid skin. Her teeth pull and tug at the flaccid tissue of her lip, until droplets of crimson bead at the corner of her mouth. Such is a typical reaction when human souls engage in the games at Quindecim. As their memories resurface, and the reality sinks upon them, fear intensi

[Jean Kirschtein x reader] Modern!AU                                 A glare formed on your face as the reason of your annoyance and pain walked into the common room. Upon catching sight of your lying form on the sofa, his lips tugged at a knowing smirk and he approached you. His eyes casted down to glance at your bare feet fleetingly, and you felt your anger spike. “That looks uncomfortable,” he commented in a casual voice, yet a hint of laughter could be spotted. Narrowing your eyes upon his weak attempt at remaining serious, you huffed. “That was low, Jean. You know damn well how sleepy and careless I am after my naps

[Criminal!Eren x PoliceOfficer!reader] Important: Characters are adults.                      A knock on the door woke you from your slumber, and you tiredly opened your eyes while stifling a yawn. With a quick glance at your surroundings, realization was quick to fall upon you and you straightened on your chair. You had fallen asleep at work, which wasn’t surprising considering how little sleep you had gotten over the last few days; paperwork seemed to accumulate on your desk, no matter how many hours you spent reading reports and storing files. Clearing your throat, you voiced, “Come in.” The door creaked open, and one

You swallowed thickly. How did this happen? You needed to get up soon before you missed breakfast... again. You peered down at the arm that was securely wrapped around your waist, somehow during the course of the night, your blanket had gotten tangled up with your bed mates. You found yourself prisoner in one of Annie's famous blanket cocoons. You stomach rumbled, "Annie...," your voice was barely above a whisper. It was no secret among the girls of the 104th that Annie was no morning person. "Annie," you tried calling her name again, louder this time. You slowly began to pull yourself away from the smaller body only to be forcefully pulled

{Shinsou Hitoshi} contest prize for JustABrokenSpirit (https://www.deviantart.com/justabrokenspirit)               word count: 900+               warnings: none               gender: female.               au: none. vale - /va.lɛ/            1. farewell origin: latin The first time you talked to him was in middle school. Honestly, Shinsou found it strange because no one talked to him much; they weren’t cold or abrasive—they were just afraid of the things he could do with their voice. So when the teacher asked the class about future career plans and he smiled a little sadly along with the raucous shouting of ‘hero’, you turned to him, sitting at the