How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Just a Grilled Cheese (Sherlock x Reader Drabble)Pan- Check.Just a Grilled Cheese (Sherlock x Reader Drabble)23 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Sherlock? Where’s the butter?”
“I used it for an experiment.”
“And you couldn’t have told me that before I went to the grocery so I could get more?”
You let out a little growl at the ceiling, “I’ll just have to ask-“
“I used all Mrs. Hudson’s as well.”
You slumped against the counter. All you had wanted was a grilled cheese. Just toasty bread and melted cheese. But of course in this household that was asking too much.
Two weeks. Two weeks you’d wanted a grilled cheese and every time you went to make one something came up. Needless to say that at this point the craving was almost unbearable.
John came into the kitchen to find you looking at your ingredients with the most dejected look on your face. You looked like a kicked puppy and it was damn near heartbreaking. He wrapped an arm around your shoulde
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -Beyond Love15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
Fix"Where does it hurt?" you say.Fix1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
You smile and look down on me like a lost puppy, or a crying child without their mom.
"Here," I swallow, "it hurts here."
I slowly raise my hand to my bosom, stabbing a finger at it.
You stare intently, your hand gently moving mine away.
"It hurts there?" you ask, looking very surprised.
The fear in your voice overcomes me, and you notice. You act more settled, now.
"Is it the bones of your chest that ache? Your skin, does it burn? What in particular hurts? I've got a fix for lots of things, you know."
You smile, expecting an even brighter response.
You don't get one.
"That's the problem, I don't know what hurts. I can't tell where the pain is coming from. I get the impression it comes from a million places at once, and I feel it most here, but I don't really know where it is or why it's there."
I poke at my core again. You place a hand on your chin, and nod for me to continue.
I inhale, a lump starting to form in my throat. I'm going to cry,
.and this beating in my chest.7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
might just be the banging of someone
trying to break free.
Sherlock Chatroom 10 (Slight MycroftXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 10 (Slight MycroftXReader)16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
Greg has logged on.
Molly has logged on.
‘OMG GREG! MOLLY! IT’S BEEN FOREVER! – YN’
‘You saw me yesterday – Greg’
‘Yeah – Molly’
‘I still missed you – YN’
‘Ok then – Greg’
Jim has logged on.
‘HEY (Y/N) – Jim’
‘Hi Jim – YN’
‘Why are you using all caps? – Molly’
‘MY CAP’S LOCK BUTTON IS BROKEN :C – Jim’
‘Lol – Greg’
‘SHUT UP LESTRADE – Jim’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly – Molly’
‘Don’t – Sherlock’
‘LOL – Jim’
‘Hahahaha – YN’
‘ARE YOU LAUGHING AT HIM OR ME? – Jim’
‘You – YN’
‘:C – Jim’
‘Stop with the face – Greg’
RecordsRevolver spins on the turntable, throwing scratchy memories ofRecords16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
psychedelic days and electric nights; a Pink Floyd and Zeppelin
sandwich on a trip to younger, dumber days (always summer)
I walk through, my legs as skinny now as they were then
The times they are a changing, constant flux, one dark star to another
Places I’ve been and people I’ve met float by, waving happily
I give all this to you, my first-born, knowing that you’ll never really
understand, or even know how to make the black discs speak
We don’t speak the same language anymore, you and I, but we love
I see you in the distance with your family, my grandchildren
I’d like to see you closer, but I live in the airwaves now of an old radio
station, playing oldies all night and watching stars blink out
Babysitting - part 1Babysitting - part 110 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Written by geckoguy123456789 (dA)(FA) for Kai
“Come on…. just a little more……” the young jackal muttered, her fingers frantically and skillfully working an Xbox controller while her eyes stayed glued to the TV screen. The flicker of the screen giving her black fur a blueish white hue, her eyes bright and golden taking in every movement like a predator on the hunt. Her character danced around Ultimecia, throwing hit after hit into her, the young jackal unconsciously bobbing and ducking her head in sync with her attacks. While she’d normally be moving her whole body, her swollen abdomen kept her fairly pinned to the couch.
“NUUUUUUUUU!” she yelled as she threw her arms up in defeat, “apocalypse again……” she muttered sullenly as her character was obliterated by the ultimate move and Ultimecia cackled in victory. “Ug……. Why do I even
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?You Ever Felt It6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Way WAY Too Many Apple PiesThe spirit of autumn was in full effect as the Fall Festival lasted well into the evening hours. This was when things really started to pick up. Everywhere one looked, one could see the homemade lamps hanging from the clotheslines on high along all the beaten paths, illuminating the booths and pavilions in an ambiance of natural and artificial light. More guests arrived as the golden sunset took center stage. Every so often, a cool breeze would carry with it scents of lavender, pine, and cinnamon; a seasonal bouquet perpetuated by the merchandise of the many vendors and booth owners present on this festive evening.Way WAY Too Many Apple Pies1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Ugh…” Diamond Tiara rubbed her groaning belly as she made her way through the park. “Explain to me again why exactly I let you drag me all the way out into the boonies for some hick festival?”
“Oh, don’t be like that.” Chirped Silver Spoon, placing her hands on Diamond’s shoulders as she walked closel
.your constant compulsion to keep clean will bury you in sand....13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
...and it is then when tidal waves will wash out your soul and push it towards land.
Thor x Reader (The Cookies and Cream Pop-tart)Thor x Reader (The Cookies and Cream Pop-tart)12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thor x Reader
(The Cookies and Cream Pop-tart)
You were currently on the couch eating a pop-tart. Not a regular pop-tart. A cookies and cream pop-tart. It was like eating a soft Oreo cookie. This was by far you're most favorite pop-tart. As you were eating you're pop-tart and watching (TV show/Movie) you sensed a presence behind you. Turning around you found a Thor trying to steal the other pop-tart. "Thor, if you want to keep that hand don't you dare take that pop tart." You said in a low cold voice. Thor only smirked. "And what if I do, what will you do?' You growled. " I will kill you." You said in a thick Russian accent. It seems the God of thunder wanted to play with you, so he grabbed the pop-tart and started running throughout the Stark Tower. "THOR! GIVE ME BACK MY POP TART!!!"
The remaining Avengers heard you're scream and scrambled off to find a safe hiding place. They knew you loved that Cookies and Cream pop-tart, and you would kill anyone and I mean ANYONE who dare take it
Kettling‘All I wanted was a kettle. Mam taught me at a young age that a cup of tea solves all of life’s problems. So, being the proud owner of my very first shared apartment, all I wanted was a kettle. That’s why I was at Walmart that day. I’d been hanging around trying to work out the difference between a load of kettles that had vastly different prices. One of them purified the water before boiling it but I thought that boiling did that anyway, so I wasn’t sure. I scratched the back of my neck and felt the tension in my forehead of an oncoming headache. I needed to stop frowning, it was just a kettle for gods sake. I bought the cheapest (shiny aluminium) one that I could find. I didn’t buy the £12 white plastic job – even I had some standards.Kettling20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I left I saw a man in a red Walmart shirt and a dainty little woman trying to shove a huge washing machine box into the back of a little white van. I ran to help when the box shifted suddenly with a da
Our Weight and RopesYour life, little flowerOur Weight and Ropes22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a snake
from a can
lungs not ready
you hit the air
it hit you
months too early
this life on earth
and its lightning
hit and burnt
nothing about you
was anywhere near
and ever so luckily
your wings were
slow to form too
as it was all
we could do
were barely enough
to keep you
from floating away
pulled back inside
and years later
we're the ones
Company of Friends- Sam and Dean x ReaderWhen I die, let them judge me by my company of friendsCompany of Friends- Sam and Dean x Reader3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let them know me as the footprints that I left upon the sand
Let them laugh for all the laughter
Let them cry for laughter’s end
But when I die, let them judge me by my company of friends
The Impala rushed down the road, eager to be far away from the terrible reality. A silence settled over the car like it rarely did- no music blaring from it speakers as Dean put all his focus on the road with a death grip on the wheel and Sam looked out the passenger window with a clenched jaw. In the air that rushed by, Dean swore he heard your laugh the one filled with squealed joy and ground his teeth as he fought back the tears pressing at his eyes.
That laugh was gone and had taken with it the soft melodic giggles and the teasingly purred chuckles.
All of it was gone.
Sam suddenly let out a soft sad chuckle, the noise laced with nostalgia, and Dean responded with a low warning growl,
spring meadowsbroken breezes throb;spring meadows5 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a slow smile and naked nights.
clouds of porcelain blush.
Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader)Superstitious Tendencies (Hetalia x Reader)2 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Hetalia x Reader)
Congratulations :iconD00ms-day: you’ve won the part as readers best friend!
Any who, lets continue on shall we?
“If there’s next time. Listen to me.”
“Are you sure you wanna do that…?” I grumbled and sent a glare to my ever superstitious friend. “It’s already three am…you know that that means.” I sighed and covered my eyes with my palms, she was at it again.
“Kasey! There is no such thing as ghosts!” She glared at me with her sea blue eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of frames, growing more serious by the second. “Look, I’ve gone on walks at like six in the morning and nothing has ever happened to me.” She continued
What You Don't SeeCan you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.What You Don't See3 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.
Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.
See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes,
I'm Not a CutterJust because I'm not a Cutter,I'm Not a Cutter16 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Doesn't mean I can't feel pain.
It just means I’m strong enough,
to fight the battle, without giving up,
or succumbing to my own agony.
It just means, that I'm strong enough to go on.