I Lived [Hideyoshi Nagachika x Reader]I told you so. I told you it was dangerous.I Lived [Hideyoshi Nagachika x Reader]14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But did you ever listen?
Did you ever back down?
But that was you. A super-sleuth by normal standards, an idiot on the outside, a sweetheart inside.
A sweetheart inside.
Hope when you take that jump, you don’t fear the fall
You didn’t have to go, you know, and find him.
I laugh. You should have, too. You would have.
He missed you too. He didn’t have to see you like that.
Hope when the water rises, you built a wall
Hope when the crowd screams out, they’re screaming your name
There was so much…so much we could have done.
So much you could have done.
Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay
Everyone hated them. Even me. But you…you….
I did it all
You knew I cared. You knew I was scared. But maybe I wasn’t enough, was I?
Well, maybe I was. I know you’ll say it. And I know you’ll say you’re so
[Booker DeWitt/Reader] In Good TimeYou glance around the plaza one more time, absentmindedly running your fingers through the cool Columbian grass. You once again take out the small photograph given to you.[Booker DeWitt/Reader] In Good Time16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The picture was of a man, tall, dark haired. His eyes looked dead, yet his posture stood tall and strong. He was obviously a soldier.
On cue, the nearby gardens appeared through the clouds. Standing near the edge of the platform stood him - the man in the picture.
You got up when you saw him, startling the few couples picnicking beside you.
You couldn't believe it, after all this time...
To be sure, you compared him to the photo once more, just to be sure they were the same person...
It seemed so - only he appeared to be slightly aged.
You turned over the small paper.
B. DeWitt 1897
The man seemed confused as he stepped into the plaza. He locked eyes with you for a moment.
You approached him slowly, he tensed as you came close.
"Mister DeWitt?" your voice came out small.
He didn't respond at first, simply look
Blossom - Soft GxG 1-shot with my Blossom and I The brunette could see everything brilliantly, as if not a thought, but sitting right in front of her. Daydream, you may label it.Blossom - Soft GxG 1-shot with my Blossom and I6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black raven hair, straightened and sitting so complimented to the orange glow of the sun, and a straw hat covered on one side with flowers of varying colors. Her body was suited in a sleeveless summer dress that extended down to her plain sandals. They were mismatched to her dress, but in their own peculiar way, they were perfectly matched.
Underneath the hat, she had two braids from either side of her head that had been tied in the back and flowed downward in alignment to her spine. The hat was stuffed over a crown made of pale pink flowers sloppily but lovingly weaved together, and I called her "My Queen".
The Blossom and I spread open a floral quilt that no longer served the purpose of a blanket worth slumbering under into a patch of grass
perfection isn't perfectBeautiful. Oh Lord. I've never seen something as beautiful. Pale skin. Pink lips. Heaven. Mine. This perfection is mine. Or was. I can't believe you would do something like this. I can't. You were so in love. You were infatuated with me. Petting me. Hands never of me. Holding my hand. Stroking my face. Always connected. Always together.perfection isn't perfect19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wasn't suspicious. No. I trusted you fully. I knew. You would never betray me. But there you where. Intertwined with another. The same kind of love you showed for me. At first, I thought it was a misunderstanding. But when you spoke to me, I could see the shame in your face. See the falsehood. It was a scam. There was no love. Only lust.
I screamed at you. Shattering. Glass, and my heart, both spilled on the floor. You tried to calm me. But I wouldn't let you get near. You sick, twisted, perfect, asshole. Broken. Not just me, not just the glass, but my whole world was broken. I don't want to know why. I don't care why. I could never care.
You still to
Only a glance is neededFirst English version then Italian version below...Only a glance is needed3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Dedicated to her
Only a glance is needed
His friends persuaded him to come in that nightclub and especially dressed like that, he didn't feel comfortable with those clothes, his glasses rubbed his neck, he felt too flashy with those dark clothes with phosphorescent inserts.
She was there dancing to the music, the first thing that prevented him from taking his eyes away were her hair, black and blue, under the plastic extension of the same color; he stared at her and when she noticed there was a fleeting exchange of glances, she didn't seem to be bothered by his look like other girls, indeed she seemed more pleased and amused that she had caught his attention, she gave him a provocative smile, one of those that promised much, challenging him to grope fate. He couldn't help but smile back, maybe not all was lost...
It took him a moment to get there in the dancing crowd, but now she was in front of him;
Un exotismo personalViajando sentado —me dijeron— es como crecen las amistades del corazón y las conexiones neuronales. Hace tiempo que seguí este consejo vagamente, con las últimas luces de enero, siendo un domingo bien temprano. Con las bolsas cargadas al hombro, y los libros buscando reposo, zarpé hacia un abismo de sabia ignorancia, retirado hasta la llamada tintineante. Qué gran verdad, ahora que lo pienso, mientras intento decírtelo, aquello que me contaste aquí. Las sillas siguen desordenadas, los libros campan a sus anchas, y las chanclas las hemos perdido mientras nos leíamos. La tinta se nos derrama, abruma la densidad entre las líneas, respiramos el aroma del paraíso lejano. El exotismo está en nuestras manos, solo hay que señalarlo con nuestros labios imaginados.Un exotismo personal8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pero tuve que marcharme. La guerra siempre llama a tu puerta cuando menos te lo esperas, y no te puedes quedar sentado. Ella quiso acompa
Shut up and say YESShadow: Hay fin…………………..Shut up and say YES14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fin: Eh Shadow…………..what’s up
Shadow: Well…………………………..there’s a dance on Friday……………
Fin: Are you asking me to out…………………………*Blushes*
Fin: I’m a boy……………………….*Grumbles red*
Shadow:No you’re a fish…………………..*Rolls eyes smirking blushing too*An angel fish…………so is that a yes or no Angel?
Fin:Shut up princess*Blush’s more flustered*I’ll think about it!!!!*Storms off forgetting phone*
Over thinking ~ RollowI look at him,Over thinking ~ Rollow4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looks straight through me -
It hurts me.
How could he not know?
I feel him near,
He walks straight past me -
It pains me.
Why does he do this?
I see him laugh,
He laughs straight at me -
I inwardly wince.
Am I just too sensitive?
I sense she’s here,
He’s too over the top -
I feel tears.
Why am I like this?
I watch him frown,
He cries straight to me -
I’m too glad.
Why did she leave him?
He cracks a smile,
Don’t know whether to smile -
I’m slightly confused.
What happened now? Why him?
‘I’ve left her now’,
My heart drops dramatically, instantly -
I’m nervous now.
Should I tell him now?
I think I'm going to start and write shippy poems as they don't take up too much time but are fun to do and hopefully are a short filler while I get my exams over and done with then it will be back up with real fics. Also this one was supposed to be Rollow (also no hate on anyone coz there's mentions of Hollow lea
worse then murderHot breath mingled with my very existence. I was terrified. You where so tightly pressed against me, that it felt as though we should have become one. Become the same, occupying the same amount of space. That seemed like your goal. It was almost painful. I loved you, but you never loved me. We have always been friends. Only when you were drunk did you love me.worse then murder8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only when you were high.
I felt guilty, I tried pushing you away. Instead of moving, you tried coming in. You tried to kiss me. No! I was almost screaming. Stay away! I called. But you grabbed me roughly, your disgusting lips, tainted with alcohol trailing down my neck.
It only escalated. But in the end. I stopped screaming, and started crying. It was quiet. But it seemed no one could hear me anyway. The next morning. I didn't get up. I had lost the will to get up. All because of you. I've never felt the same.
I hate myself everyday for what YOU did. You ruined My entire life. Yet you still have the nerve to come here, asking for