How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.1 week 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
HumanityHumans are cruel.Humanity3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are killers.
Before guns it was knives
Before that it was stones
Invasions, burning homes,
Stealing lives and loves
Releasing crows and
Humans are good.
Humans are kind.
They live, love and laugh
They have the gift of hope
Helping them all to cope
Through evil human things
Sowing seeds and
Sewing angel wings.
Humans are strange.
Humans are incomplete.
Punches to kisses to games
Anger to love to insanity
Tragedy to crystal clarity
Whirlwinds of empty whims
Empty prayers and
Humans are living.
Humans are dying.
Ashes to ashes, soul to Hell
Or perhaps to Heaven
No human can really tell
If even either is real.
Daddy...meet my Boyfriend.Daddy...meet my Boyfriend.3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your second daughter, Christa, has decided to finally invite her boyfriend over for dinner. You're the only person that knew of your daughter's secret boyfriend and kept her secret from her over protective father and brothers.
"I'm just glad I get to meet this mystery man of yours, Chrissy. What's his name again." You asked as you poured the pasta into the strainer.
"Reiner. Mom...could you please keep your voice down"? Christa asked nervously. You knew she was afraid of her father over hearing her. And Levi's ears had more power than thirty bloodhounds put together.
"Oh, sorry sweetie. What time is supposed to be coming over"? You whispered.
"He should be arriving in ten minutes."
"Who should be arriving in ten minutes"? A deep and v
Just a Grilled Cheese (Sherlock x Reader Drabble)Pan- Check.Just a Grilled Cheese (Sherlock x Reader Drabble)1 week 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
Avengers Chatroom (AvengersXReader)(Y/n) has logged on.Avengers Chatroom (AvengersXReader)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tony has logged on.
‘Hello darling – Tony’
‘Don’t call me that – YN’
‘You know you like it ;D – Tony’
Thor has logged on.
‘HELLO BROTHER ANTHONY AND SISTER (Y/N)! – Thor’
‘Thor sweetie we’ve spoken about this. Lower case letters – YN’
‘Sorry – Thor’
‘Hey how come he gets a nickname? – Tony’
‘Ok I’ll give you one – YN’
‘Yay! – Tony’
Clint has logged on.
Natasha has logged on.
‘Hey Clintasha – Tony’
‘I will hunt you down and kill you – Natasha’
‘I ship it – YN’
‘So do I – Clint’
‘CLINT! – Natasha’
‘Sorry :/ - Clint’
‘Hello brother Barton and sister Widow – Thor’
‘Hey big guy – Clint’
‘Hello Thor – Natasha’
Steve has logged on.
.you’ve got.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Had a Nightmare | Please Kiss and Cuddle MeDeacon couldn’t carry his family’s problems on his shoulders anymore. With months of thought, he finally used his pocket money to purchase a large supply of canned food and other necessities needed for running away and living independently.I Had a Nightmare | Please Kiss and Cuddle Me1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The teen wrote a letter to his family, hoping they’d open their eyes to their faults after their son’s departure… he knew they wouldn’t bother searching for him.
This wasn’t easy for the young wolf. He sobbed as he wrote the letter and packed his stuff. He thought life could’ve gone down a better path, but seeing how his parents neglected him and cherished alcohol, what better choice was there than to run away and seek a happy end.
He tied duvet covers one by one, taking his time to process the choice he was about to make. In the end, he had no regrets on leaving.
Climbing out of the window wasn’t tough at all. The reason Deacon couldn’t just exit through the porch was because his father u
Freckles || Marco x Reader (Request)Freckles || Marco x Reader (Request)1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Marco," You giggled, "Stop moving!"
How you got into the current situation with the freckled boy was unknown, but you didn't really care. Right now, you were wrapped up in your boyfriend's warm arms and peering into his face.
"fifteen… sixteen… seventeen… wait, didn't I count that one?"
Marco let out a small puff of air, and closed his eyes. "C'mon, (y/n), you've been at this for the past half an hour!"
"Give me a few more minutes, I'm almost done, I promise."
"Fine," Marco sighed. Why he agreed to letting you count his freckles in the fist place, he'll never know. "But... do you have to be so close to my face? It makes me feel… self conscious..." He mumbled, a red tinge apparent on his face.
"Marco, you're perfect. There's no need to be so self conscious! Besides, I can't count them – let alone see them – if I'm far away. " You retorted. "Now, hold still."
And he did.
At least, he tried to. He couldn't help it. You were inches away from
Prom NightProm Night4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mom can you please stop taking photos? This is the third memory card that you've replaced since I put on the dress." Mikasa complained. You on the other hand was over joyed. Your oldest daughter Mikasa was getting ready for her magical prom night and soon preparing for her graduation. Christa was sitting on her big sister's bed just as happy as you were.
"Oh Mikki quit complaining! You are just absolutely beautiful!! Look at my baby!" You squealed. Mikasa couldn't help but smile at her overly happy mother.
"Oh! I remember when I went to my prom. I went three times though." You started.
"Three"? Christa asked dumbfounded.
"Well yeah. The first time I went with your uncle Mike because he's a weirdo and no one wanted to go with him. The second time I went with Mr. Springer....that I regret. And the last, Oh my! That was my prom night. My prom ni
It Isn't BeautifulI used to cut myself.It Isn't Beautiful2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some of the marks faded,
But some stayed
And now I’m forever jaded.
People have kissed my scars,
Others have turned away
But here is what I have to say;
It isn’t beautiful.
When it hurts to walk
Because your thighs are bleeding,
When you can’t talk
About the help you’re needing;
It isn’t beautiful.
When it’s boiling outside
But you have to wear sleeves
Because of your bloody little
It isn’t beautiful.
When your friends
Are scared of you,
Of the things you do;
It isn’t beautiful.
When you feel so worthless,
So down and out,
Used up and empty,
And all you do is shout
But nobody hears,
Because you silence it
It isn’t beautiful.
When they find out
And you see how much,
How deeply they care
And they hate themselves
For not being aware;
It isn’t beautiful.
When they take it away,
And monitor you
And you’re itching all over,
Desperate for it,
For one last hit
America x Reader: Pranks in the MorningAmerica x Reader: Pranks in the Morning3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
You weren't one with good pranks. Every time you prepare it for someone, it somehow goes wrong whenever it sets off. Alfred F. Jones, the man you were dating for a few months, would always be the one to get you. Every single year. For example, last year he pretended that he was shot dead on the living room floor, using animal blood. It almost scared you to death, and you were about to call the police when he 'came back to life' and stopped you. That freaked you out even more, and you quickly punched him in the face.
This time, however, you wanted to get him back. It was the night of March 31st, and you suspected your boyfriend to already be asleep. Just to be sure, you checked if he was asleep in your bed. He was snoring loudly, and you snickered quietly. Closing the door, you smirked. You had a small list of pranks ready to set up. You were sure Alfred did too, but you needed to p
Stay with Me- Sherlock x ReaderThe last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.”Stay with Me- Sherlock x Reader1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
Ambiguous (Police Officer!Aomine Daiki x Reader)Ambiguous (Police Officer!Aomine Daiki x Reader)3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Aomine stood - with his arms crossed over his chest - near the front doors of the DMV. It was noon, and the heat from outside, along with what little AC the building had to offer, was causing the entire office to turn into a life-sized oven. Aomine felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back and hoped that it didn't stain the light blue fabric of his uniform. The last thing he wanted was to look like a slob in front of hundreds of civilians (although there were people who were sweating A LOT more than he was).
When Aomine graduated from the police academy, he never pictured himself working in a place like the DMV. He got good grades on tests and excelled in training, nearly placing in the top fifty graduates. Once he got a job at the local police station, he expected to drive around in a squad car and take part in high-speed chases or bank robberies. Instead, the Chief instructed that he work at the DMV nine hours a day, seven days a week. The DMV saw no action, and all Aomine rea
Levi x Seme!Male!Reader - Uniform Inspection-Levi x Seme!Male!Reader - Uniform Inspection-1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anime: Attack on Titan
Levi x Seme!Male!Reader
Snk/AoT© and its characters © Not sure who created it but yeah, its not mine
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi [Aka, Me]
Male!Reader Yourself, or Levi, if you want.
A lot of swearing, and also, Levi may be quite OOC.
The door to [Male Name]'s office was opened harshly, groaning and squeaking under its weight. Upon glancing inside the room, the dark haired male found that his 'friend' was sat on the floor beside his desk, which was clearly an abnormal thing to do.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Levi's unimpressed voice snapped from behind the other, sitting male.
[Male Name] looked up casually, disregarding the fact that Levi seemed to terrify the living daylights out of most people. "Hey Levi," he grinned, shifting so that he could sit cross-le
Dear TeacherIn Year Seven:Dear Teacher3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were my geography teacher.
I really hated you.
Loathed you too.
You gave me bad marks
And shouted at my larks.
You were the enemy.
In Year Eight:
You became my form tutor.
You were our fifth.
We were determined to
Break you like the others
And get onto the sixth.
In Year Nine:
You saw the angry red vents
Carved into my skin.
And I let you in.
In Year Ten:
I lost it all.
You were there,
Fighting for me.
You made me care
About my future.
In Year Eleven:
We made each other laugh.
And in the end
You weren’t just a teacher;
You were my friend.
Don't Take The Baguettes “Are you still mad at me?” Thomas inquired as he stepped through the doorway. The tall silver robot walked across the room and stopped behind a sofa, on which another robot was sitting. He poked the other robot’s golden helmet, “Come on, I said I was sorry!”Don't Take The Baguettes1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Poking me’s not gonna make me stop being mad at you.” The gold robot growled and moved further away from Thomas’ hand.
“Really? Guy-man! I said I was sorry! I didn’t know it was the last baguette!” Thomas moved closer to Guy-Manuel and proceeded to poke the irritated robot’s helm, “Forgive meee! Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!”
“I’m not forgiving you.” Guy-man crossed his arms and stood up. Without another look at Thomas, he walked away. Thomas thought he heard a noise from the short robot, although it was quiet;
England x Sister!Reader: Gay or British?England x Sister!Reader: Gay or British?2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Because," [First] [Last] said, stretching out the word. Eyes narrowed, she stared at Arthur Kirkland. "I see you hanging out with a bunch of. . . guys."
Arthur is a man with messy blonde hair and emerald eyes. He proclaims himself as a gentleman, but his language when he's angry goes against it. Right now he was sitting at a table at a cafe with a newspaper in hand.
[First] is the a younger sister that uses vulgar language from time to time. She was a little strange to others, for she plays some video games like Call of Duty, or Pokemon. She had [h/c] hair that was usually shiny, and [e/c] eyes that were currently scrutinized at Arthur.
Two cups laid on the white fabric of the table. Arthur had specifically ordered earl grey tea, while [First] asked for [drink]. Francis Bonnefoy was the owner of this cafe, in whic
Shingeki no Twerking (reader insert)Shingeki no Twerking (reader insert)3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shingeki no Twerking
(Reader insert) No pairing just laughter and more laughter.
By far my best story yet. Happy April Fools Day Everyone~! Please don’t take this seriously, I was bored and said YOLO!
“I’m pretty sure he’ll never know guys.” I sighed and gripped onto the hem of my undershirt. It was late at night and Jean had thought that it would be a good idea to play a game of truth or dare. As you can probably tell I chose dare which in turn lead me to my demise.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I looked away from the others with a look of pure terror, Corporal Levi’s room was just around the corner and the others had decided to come and cheer me on. “With the luck I have he’d probably walk in just as I’m