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       “As always, it's time to continue this magnificent game!” Tamaki cried as everyone else groaned. Many of the players were still not ecstatic about the game, but they realized by now that there was no way getting out of it. They only have to play the game right and then they would be able to leave.    “Still so many lovely ladies who still have not gone yet. Just who shall I pick?” he mumbled to himself as he scanned over the awaiting girls. His eyes lit up once his gaze locked onto your curious one. “You! With the beauty of a delicate rose, will you please be the next contestant?”    You nodded s

    As (Y/N) looked up at the stars, she thought to herself: “What if the stars fell to the ground along with the moon?” It was a crazy thought but, it intrigued her. From downstairs, her Mother had called and told her to go to sleep. Sighing, she did just that. (Y/N) was not looking forward to the morning at all. School sucked.    Morning arose and (Y/N) groaned. Her Mother sighed, ripping the sheets off. “Hurry up and get to school! One more late and you’re grounded.” Her Mother crossed her arms. Grumbling to herself, (Y/N) put her uniform on lazily and messily. Who cares about looks, right? Eventually, she g

READER “Ouch,” I said, pricking my finger for probably the thousandth time since I started. I brought up my finger to eye-level, witnessing the blood pool upon my skin once again. I sucked on the spot, trying to stop the flow of blood so I could continue what I was doing.              After a while, the blood sort of let up so I continued sewing. In one part, out another, repeat. What was I sewing, exactly? Well, I was sewing Piyo-chan plushy. It was my boyfriend Natsuki’s birthday in a week and I wanted to finish my gift for him. Yes, I knew he already had numerous Piyo-chan merchandise in his dorm room, but couldn’

GenderNeutral!Reader Prequel to "Summer's End" Summer heat had just begun to settle on our little island when white sails appeared on the horizon. Normally, this wouldn’t have been any cause for concern. But we all saw the black flag flying atop the mast in the distance. A black flag bearing the visage of death himself. “Magnus!” I called to the tavern owner upon seeing the sails. “Better unlock the wine cellars. We’ll be having company.” Whether the ships carried friend or foe, we could never be sure. All we knew was that a drunk pirate was a happy pirate. And a happy pirate meant our little island wou

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In a dark, cold room, Russia sat alone crunched up to a corner. This was the room he usually were inside whenever Belarus were after him, trying to force him into marriage. Why is she like that? Russia wasn’t sure why he was inside this room; it has been a long time since he last saw Belarus. It was not only her he hasn’t seen for a long time. He haven’t seen Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia or Ukraine either.  Where were they? Russia really missed them. They used to be a union and one after another left him alone, all alone. He was used to be alone, but he didn’t want that.  In his younger days he remembered how scary it