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"Oh come on dear, let me give you a make-over please!!!!" Your flamboyant friend Grell Sutcliff whines at you, pouting his adorable little pout that you just can't say no to. "YEEEEE thank youuuuuu!!!!!" Grell bounces around your living room looking all excited. You had never let him do this before because,well, you just really didn't like make-up in the first place. You thought that a little, natural make-up was fine, but when a girl's make-up made Barbie jealous, it's time to stop. Grell lays out all the make-up you own onto your bed, and he looked disappointed. All you had was a few powders, a bottle of liquid foundation, orange blush,

The Queen’s Gambit It was a quiet day in music room #3. The Host Club didn’t have any planned activities or cosplays for the remainder of the week and, while that might affect the rest of their customer base, it was something that you personally enjoyed. Fewer customers meant fewer responsibilities for the club’s shadow king, and in turn, meant that you were able to spend more time with him. These quiet afternoon meetings had started earlier in the year when you had mistakenly stumbled into the (apparently not) abandoned music room whilst looking for a quiet place to sit. You were greeted as any other first time guest and

The orange ticket means Portgas D. Ace. Vivi waves at him, as Carina grimaces in annoyance. It’s highly probable she wanted to be the one picking the orange ticket. You shrug at him, who’s one of your best friends, getting in the closet with a resigned smile. The dim light spreads inside when Nami closes the door. He crosses his arms on his muscular chest, left uncovered by his unbuttoned cowboy shirt, standing proudly. «I bet half of the girls hate you now!» You lift an eyebrow. «Is that so, Mr. Prince?» «Hey, mind the hat!» he utters, pointing at his cowboy hat «I’m from the Far We

In this life I am not Cosette. I will never have radiantly beautiful hair, Nor the finest clothes. Instead I can only make due with knots, My hair matted and my clothes torn. Wondering what it must be like To not worry about him disappearing, Or to let him go knowing he'll be back. In this life I am not Cosette. I will never see adoration in his gaze, Nor the warmth in his smile. Instead I can only advert my eyes, Pining for what if's and what could be's. Wondering what it must be like To feel his touch upon her skin, Or to hear him whisper her name at night. In this life I am not Cosette. I will never again walk alongside him, Nor listen t

My bro... He believed that You were good... But I know the truth... You enjoy seeing us die, Covered in the color crimson, While laughing at us, Screaming in pain, And agony... Frisk... All of us cared, Protected, And even loved you. But after Papyrus- ... I know... In this very moment... You're going to hell... And there's nothing... That will stop me from doing it... DIRTY BROTHER KILLER!

To ~MuffledScreaming (https://www.deviantart.com/muffledscreaming) Merry Christmas! From :iconTheOneAndOnly-K: Title: Perfection 'Its not symmetrical dammit!' 'There's three of them all perfect, of course it's symmetrical!' 'Three is no where near eight, nor is it even.' You sighed and looked up at the mistletoe, the three pieces arranged perfectly. The white berried were still frosted over and you began to wonder. Kid had been acting weird lately- he'd been hanging out with Spirit all the time, guarding his cabinet closely and refusing to sit near you without arguing over something or another. You walked away from him silently, grabbing your keys from the wooden table a

Rin Matsuoka has one good luck charm. Some athletes have lucky socks or a lucky bracelet. Then there are the athletes who believe that their significant other brings them good luck. A certain Samezuka red headed swimmer fell right into that category and you were his good luck charm. It was really cheesy and he didn’t really like to admit it, but a small kiss on the lips from you before he would practice, or hearing your voice cheering for him in the stands in his mind would be just what he needed in order to win, so of course, you more than happily supported him at all of his practices and his swim competitions. His teammates were ful

Fem!Reader The streets were quiet, the houses dark save for the occasional lit window that hinted at a fellow sleepless soul inside. It seemed peaceful—it always did. But you knew better than anyone that the true nature of this city thrived in shadowy alleyways, at cold, empty bus stops, in the patches of darkness between each orange, flickering streetlamp as you rolled on past. And the masses slept on, oblivious to the dangers lurking just beyond their doorsteps. Your radio crackled to life, startling you out of your trance. “We have a 503 in progress down on Fifth. Any units in the area, please respond.” You fumbled f

You rummage in Law’s hat, finally emerging with a yellow ticket between your thumb and your index finger. Sanji (who was nearby the whole time) literally flies in front of you. «Here I am, princess!!» he sings, bending a knee in front of your perplexed expression. «Okay you two, in the closet!» Nami grins, pushing you both inside the little room and closing the door. The first thing to do is to gain your personal space, pulling back till the wall. You and Sanji live in the same apartment with your friends, so you know each other very well (although there’s always been something more, something ceiled behind