[Drabble] APH: Rivalry with a Cat~Japan x Reader[Drabble] APH: Rivalry with a Cat~Japan x Reader10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was every week that Kiku walked up and down the street to the local grocery store, and it was every week that he encountered the adorable, ebony-black kitten that greeted him with a soft mewl. It had sepia-brown paws, with an alabaster-white tipped tail.
It was every other week that you walked up and down the street with Kiku to the local grocery store, and it was every time that you encountered that adorable-but-menacing kitten that greeted you with a mewl, subtly laced with a threat. You glared in reply and waited patiently as your boyfriend kneeled down and played with the cat since he had time to kill (apparently).
That cat was fierce competition.
You knew Kiku had a thing for cats and you knew it was unbecoming of you to
The Stars....I look up at the night sky, wondering what's nextThe Stars....9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the moon is little more than a sliver for now, I look towards the stars
Their beauty shines brightly here in the suburbs
It calms me for some reason just to see them there,
which reminds me of her......
My heart burns for her just as brightly as any of those stars
And I'd do anything just to prove that - anything....
I see a star and choose it as my own, to represent my heart
and I usually like a falling star, but this case is different
I hope beyond all possible hope that this star - my heart
will never fall....
"I know it won't, no matter what happens to this star" I say to myself
I see another star falling, and wish upon it, hoping for...something
The wind blows, bringing me back to my senses
I then head towards my destination with hope in my heart,
wondering what's next........
Japan x Reader - Stolen KissJapan x Reader - Stolen Kiss10 months ago in Romance More Like This
“ And if I kiss you, darling
Please don't be alarmed” – New York, Ed Sheeran
[f/n] tried not sneezing again, rubbing the used tissue furiously over her nose before reaching out to scoop another one from the already empting box (it was amazing how she managed to finish those in record time, she would enter Guinness records one of these days with the right amount of bad luck and one of the nasty colds she always seemed to attract). The hard process of moving around while having the flu and the fact that she was buried by no less than three blankets made it very difficult to reach for the tissues that were calmly resting on the little table next to her bed.
Just one more inch…
It wasn’t surprising in any way when the girl felt herself losing the support offered by her mattress and rolling on the cold ground, becoming a mess of covers, pajamas, used socks and a tennis shoe that shouldn’t even be there (God, how she needed to clean up her ro
Marie AntoinetteWhen I was a girl I was me.Marie Antoinette8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ran happy, joyous, almost free.
I looked to one for my reflection,
and saw my sister there like true perfection.
They say you rarely sample real delights
yet I tasted mine day and night.
a care in the world, had I none other
until that which would turn into mother.
she became mother when I left that day
she took it upon herself, some say,
to teach her daughter how it should be done
every piece of advice artfully strung.
Before, she'd never really been there.
A shadow in the distance, a whisper in the air
yet now she wrote daily with a questioning tone
and a voice which grew stronger yet so far from home.
Each little paper deafened my ears
each little threat chipped off the years,
the memories of once slipped further away
and my reflection was shattered with the coming of day.
I lost my sister when I left that morn
I left 'me', now am 'she' so battered and worn.
Deaf to those who speak, I sit only half my own
and wish I could find peace at least alone.
Marie AntoinetteMarie AntoinetteMarie Antoinette12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Born a duchess in days of old,
Eyes of sapphire, hair of gold
spoiled young lady, ambitious mum,
marriage contract, signed and done.
Princess classes all day long,
lessons of speech, dance and song
one thing her teachers forgot
the most important, you would have thought,
to rule a country and rule it well
this, to her they did not tell.
In a carriage, driven miles
soon floating down an aisle
within a palace was all you saw
the Versailles court and nothing more
clothes and parties are all you know
alas Marie, the final blow.
Your country lay, wrecked and poor
while you danced on the palace floor
the angry people gathered and rose
taking you, the royals and your pretty clothes.
Your head was chopped at a guillotine
a more sorrowful sight was never seen
after the dust settled from the revolt
we know, Marie, it was not your fault.
DL's 100 Crayola Colors List1. AlmondDL's 100 Crayola Colors List5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Antique Brass
8. Blizzard Blue
9. Blue Bell
10. Blue Gray
11. Blue Violet
13. Brick Red
14. Burnt Orange
15. Burnt Sienna
17. Caribbean Green
18. Carnation Pink
24. Cotton Candy
27. Desert Sand
29. Electric Lime
31. Forest Green
34. Granny Smith Apple
38. Jazzberry Jam
39. Jungle Green
41. Lemon Yellow
42. Macaroni and Cheese
44. Magic Mint
50. Midnight Blue
51. Mountain Meadow
53. Navy Blue
54. Olive Green
56. Outer Space
57. Pacific Blue
60. Pink Flamingo
62. Purple Heart
63. Raw Sienna
64. Raw Umber
65. Robin's Egg Blue
66. Royal Purple
69. Sea Green
20 Writing Prompts20 Writing Prompts20 Writing Prompts6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This shouldnt hurt. She said quietly, soulless eyes downcast.
An empty street, once filled with colour and life, was far more desolate than one that had always been barren.
My shadow crept across the wall as I waited; the clocks ticking dragging me through each long second with hope for the next.
Id read between the lines, but it didnt mean I liked what Id found.
He dropped his head, the fatigue of days finally seeping into his abused muscles; the last of his strength finally gone.
Look, hed said softly, pointing at the night sky and the only light that littered the velvet night; the stars. My eyes shot back to him quizzically, the unspoken question on my lips. He laughed as he always did, eyes creasing in his merriment. When youve finished counting all the stars in the sky, he said, voice dropping to a whisper, thats when Ill come home to you.
You could see h
ElvesWe are the eldest and wisest of allElves10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In our lifetimes we never notice winter through fall
We only keep going, we never die
We don't seek the future, we look to the sky
Fair and beautiful, we always are
Eyes brighter then the brightest Star.
Skin that shines like the sun
In every father, and in every father's son.
We are the elves, we live on
We live in the sunset, we live in the Dawn.
When we cry the rain pours down
When the trees die, that's when we frown
Sailing on a silver sea,
Moonbeams disperse around me.
To the lands where we never die,
On the wind where seagulls fly...
The Butterfly Project - A Book About CuttingI've submitted a few entries about this just to see who would respond and how people would react to this, but now I'm really starting to get more serious about it.The Butterfly Project - A Book About Cutting3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm writing, or more so creating, a book that tells the stories of cutters and people who self-harm. My reason for writing this started off as something personal: I wanted to know who was feeling the same way I did the first time I cut. I wanted to know if people thought it was an addiction or obsession. My friend and I have been debating that for a few months now. Her story is in here too(: Most people ignore cutters. They pretend like everything's fine and we all know it's not. People don't realize that there are real people out here going through real problems and this is how they're coping. I'm trying to raise awareness of this. I'm not saying anyone really needs to end up in therapy, but cutting isn't the best thing in the world to do when you're upset, and if more people knew about it, maybe they could pr
16: Thank You For The VenomDeath was like floating. There was no pain, simply a soft darkness that surrounded everything. I was relieved--maybe there wasnt an afterlife after all. This was wonderful--I could stay here forever.16: Thank You For The Venom6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This was it? How easy dying was! Such an easy solution! I shouldve tried this years ago!
I thought of my son, filling my mind with his face. I remembered him without pain or regret or sadness--just soft remembrance.
I felt nothing--heard nothing--saw nothing. Nothing but his face. So wonderful, so peaceful. I did not miss my senses.
There was suddenly a pinpoint of feeling somewhere in this darkness--a warming sensation that seemed to grow and intensify as the seconds wore on.
I wanted to ignore it--I tried so desperately hard to ignore it--but it was coming for me, whether I chose or not. It was getting bigger and bigger, and the heat was like that of the sun.
Faster and faster, closer and closer it came. I discovered could feel my head and arms, and it was such
HomecomingMy hand hovered just above the paper as I skimmed the blueprints. A new window there, maybe a new door here--Homecoming6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There came a very distracting knock from the door, and I sighed. I paused, though, and listened for any signs of life--there was no audible heartbeat, only a pair of quiet breathing. They had to be vampires then. But what business did others of our kind have here? Surely, Carlisle wouldve let me know of any visitors!
Confused and slightly frustrated, I turned away from my paper and went to the door, straightening my skirt. I could hear Carlisles steps as he came down the staircase, also curious about our unexpected guests.
I opened the door, and a mismatched couple stood opposite me. A tall blonde man held hands with a short, black-haired woman at his side. The man was tall--possibly taller than Carlisle--and his hair was just as blonde, though slightly longer. I stifled a gasp at the crescent scars that reflected on his skin. His eyes were gold like mine, an
Rose 3: Edward Half a week had passed when I finally emerged from my room. Esme had visited me once after the first; I heard Carlisle checking up on me a few times; and Edward never came. That made me sad, that Edward disapproved of my immortalitynot that I approved, either. But the fact that he seemed repulsed by meRose 3: Edward7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I took a last glance at the reflection in the mirror, and gave myself a light smile. Over the last few days, Id gotten used to my appearance, my murderous eyes. I realized how my blond hair now gleamed in the light, how my body had become almost shapelier in its granite-like substance. And, most importantly, how it shone in the sun. That fascinated me to no end; yesterday, I had sat in my room, just observing my wrist, my arm, twinkle in the sun.
Thirst was the reason for leaving my sanctuary: the unbearable pain in my throat. It needed to end, and I knew Carlisle would have the answer.
My steps were timid as I descended the st
The MeadowIt was a rare sunny day when Bella asked me about my, well, our now, meadow. We were laying in the exact center of the circle on our backs, my right arm wrapped under her neck and shoulders, and her right arm wrapped around my waist, head resting on my chest and shoulder. I was stroking her hair absentmindedly, and she kissed my neck. I smiled down at her, and she smiled warmly back. The sun glistened off my skin like diamonds, and Bella warmed the entire right side of my body. That was when she asked me the question.The Meadow7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How did you discover this place? she asked quietly, carefully, as if cautious about my answer. Her gentle voice was like bells to my ears. Her question caught me off-guard, as did all her questions.
That, my dear, I started, shifting her position and mine so that she now rested lightly overtop of me, her arms around the back of my neck, head on my shoulders, looking to the left. My arms were around her waist, keeping her close. My chin reste
Esme 12: HomewreckerAdjusting to life in Andromedas house was as easy as breathing. It was warm and nurturing--her husband, Peter, and their three girls welcomed me into their lives with open arms. My heart healed, and I couldnt have imagined a better environment for me to live in. I adjusted to the life so well--almost as if it was made for me.Esme 12: Homewrecker6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a cold December afternoon when everything abruptly ended.
Esme! Andy called from the front door. Telegram!
I ran down the stairs in response, curious. She smiled as she saw me and shook off the snow from her coat, handing me the folded envelope.
I didnt look--its just addressed to you. I turned it around in my hands, wondering what it was. Oh, how great it would be to hear from Essie and Laura again!
I was excited, and I ripped open the paper. Three little sentences met my eyes.
He knows. You have to get out. Were coming up, but dont wait for us. There was no name.
Reassurance BD SpoilersMy breathing came out in rasps as I realized the situation in its entirety. The Volturi was going to decide whether we all lived or died. I knew that everything could end--so quickly--for all of us; we may not even notice when the guard ripped us apart and burned our bodies.Reassurance BD Spoilers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We had at least a few minutes, and I wanted to say goodbye. As I walked passed my family, I touched their faces: Edward, my favorite; Renesmee, my new granddaughter; Bella, my new daughter; Rosalie, my spoiled child; Emmett, my comedian. At least Alice and Jasper would escape this--were already safe.
And finally, Carlisle. The light of my world, my sun. I reached for his hand. I held it very tightly, as if it was my one saving grace. Our eyes met, both unbearably grim.
I love you, Carlisle, I whispered passionately.
I love you, too, Esme. Carlisles eyes became suddenly hard. We will get through this, he vowed.
He squeezed my hand, and with the reassuring pressure, I
Rose 7: Carlisle I felt incredibly satisfied when I got home. Id crushed John to a pulp; his screams still echoed in my head.Rose 7: Carlisle7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One down, four to go.
And only one would matter.
I was immensely proud of myself; I hadnt been tempted once to bite him. Id only thought about my actions: his smell only made the thirst a tad bit more pronounced. I was glad Id gone hunting yesterday.
I unlocked the door of my new home, trying to be stealthy until I remembered our super hearing. I quickly dropped the façade, and was shocked silent when I saw Carlisle blocking the entrance to the living room, and, therefore, my room. His face was calm--Id never seen a man as calm as he--and serious.
I was wondering if you would like to talk with me for a minute, Rosalie, He said quietly, getting up and pulling a chair next to him. I sat without a word, fearing what he would say. Id only known him a week, but
Carlisle 1: NightmareI was standing at my fathers podium, and I had no recollection of getting there.Carlisle 1: Nightmare7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The day was hot; the small wooden church was suffocating. I could feel the slivers of sunlight hitting my back, soaking through my skin. The floorboards creaked and settled: I looked up, and, to my surprise, I saw an audience before me.
They were faces I recognized: my neighbors, my close friends, and even a few family members I hadnt seen in years. I smiled meekly to my group. I was met, for some unfathomable reason, with glares.
I cleared my throat before realizing I had nothing prepared to preach; my mouth seemed too dry to improve.
Luckily, I was interrupted.
By my father.
He was walking down the aisle now; everyone turned to look. The floorboards creaked and moaned under his weight. The sun shone brightly through the doors behind him; it made him look like a simple silhouette.
I couldnt help but notice, as he came closer, how penetrating his gaze was. His cold gray eyes pe
Esme 21: We Never ChangeJust hold your breath if it ever gets too hard for you, Carlisle reminded me for the hundredth time this morning as I pulled on my new jacket. I sighed and turned to the mirror, trying to style my hair.Esme 21: We Never Change6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I know, I know--you sound like you have so little trust in me! I teased lightly, tucking a lock behind my ear. I smiled at my reflection, pleased, before turning back to him.
Carlisle was tense as he handed me my sunglasses. Nervous. Just squeeze my hand--we can just run home if you ever feel tempted. I took his offered fingers eagerly.
I think Ill be fine, I told him. I dont want to kill anybody, so why should I? Still, I took a deep breath as we paused at the front door.
Ready? he asked. I stared ahead at the wood and nodded. Carlisle sighed and opened the door . The wind blew straight into my face, and it carried with it a delectable scent--so much more delicious than the deer, a hundred times
Esme's Isle: FinaleSome 50 Years Later .Esme's Isle: Finale6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Esme? Edwards voice was almost hesitant as he crossed the living room. I set down my pencil and smiled as he sat next to me on the sofa.
Yes? I asked.
I was wondering if Bella and I could possibly borrow your island for our honeymoon.
I couldnt help my gut reaction--the words Absolutely not! were the first things to come to mind. I shouted them at him; Edward flinched at the ferocity of my thoughts.
Isle Esme was my island--my anniversary present! It was the place Carlisle and I shared--it was ours, our own little private sanctuary. We didnt go as often as I wouldve liked--sometimes it was tricky for us to go even for our anniversary--but it was ours.
To let Edward and Bella use it, for any length of time, would be like giving it away--every kiss, every touch Carlisle and I had ever shared on the island would instantly become theirs--and that intimacy wa
Alice 1: WillowMary! Mary Brandon, you get back in this house at once! Mothers voice was distant, but the fact that I could still hear her was annoying.Alice 1: Willow6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its Alice! I nearly shouted back, but instead I focused my energy on running. I pushed my legs harder, my mind focused solely on my destination: the weeping willow. I could think about Mother later.
There--the willow! I sighed, stretching my hands out to the rough bark: it was comforting to my skin. I leaned against the tree, catching my breath and breathing in its familiar smell. Id always come here when there had been trouble at home.
Without even thinking about it, I was halfway up the tree; my hands and feet knew exactly where to go. Within seconds I was on the highest branch, looking over everything.
I sighed again in relief. No one would find me here. I was safe.
It had been just one plate this time, one plate! So my fingers had slipped, big deal. If Cynthia had dropped it, Mother wouldnt have b
Esme's Isle: Pt. 4Carlisle timed it just perfectly--the sun was only starting to rise when an island became visible in the distance. I stood up as I saw it, and nearly ran to the bow of the boat. I turned back around to Carlisle, who watched me, amused. I pointed to it.Esme's Isle: Pt. 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Is that where were going? I asked. Carlisle only smiled.
I guess well find out.
The island grew closer and closer--I bounced with excitement. It was absolutely beautiful--the sun reflected and sparkled on the ocean as it lapped up against the white beach. There was a short wooden dock to greet us--Carlisle expertly pulled us up beside it, and leapt out before I could. He helped me off then in a very gentlemanly fashion, and held my hand as we walked down the boardwalk.
Carlisle, I sighed pleasantly as the warm summer sun soaked into my skin, enwrapping me like a sweater, darling, where are we? This island is so gorgeous!
This, my dear, he replied, dropping
Never AgainOh, Jane! Aros familiar voice called from the turret room as I passed. I paused as his voice hit my ears, and turned expectantly towards him, a smile growing on my face.Never Again6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, Master? I was always happy to please him, always terribly happy when my presence made his day better. I watched as he stood from one of the thrones and came a few steps closer.
I was wondering, dear one, --oh, how a thrill went though me as he spoke those wonderful words!--if you could perform your little power on me today.
I was frozen. What? I asked stupidly, understanding what he wanted but refusing to understand all at the same time.
I was wondering if you could use your talent on me, he repeated kindly, not thinking me stupid. You could burn me, or whatever it is that you do exactly. Ive always wondered how it felt. Ive heard it through thoughts, of course, but memories and actual events are always different
Esme 27: HomecomingI told Andromeda everything that night--Carlisle went out to town with Andys husband, so I had the freedom to confess. The only thing I didnt reveal was my vampire secret, but then again, I couldnt tell that to anyone.Esme 27: Homecoming6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hadnt thought about my son in a long time: it had taken me these five years to finally let him go. I reflected back on him with only a small sadness, but it was no longer a self-pitying sadness: I only mourned for the shortness of his life. Andromeda didnt need to know about the cliff--but I refused to keep my suicide attempt from her.
I slit my wrists that night, I lied open-faced to her. She had to know--but telling her the truth it was more likely that Id survived from the cuts than from a 300 foot drop.
My landlady took me to the hospital; she found me only a few moments after Id done it. Dr. Cullen treated me weve been together ever since. There! That was as close to the t
Edward 1: Piano My fingers lightly caressed the ivory and ebony keys, applying the slightest of pressures, coaxing the music out. I moved very slowly at first, letting the notes fill the air, before becoming more passionate: the sound was luxuriating to my ears, and I became one with my piano. My mothers hand rested lightly on my shoulders as she watched.Edward 1: Piano7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is wonderful, Edward, she murmured, and I glanced up at her for a short second. Her emerald eyes were swimming. I finished, and the melody echoed in the living room. Mother sniffed and wiped her eyes. Im so proud of you. I smiled.
Im glad you liked it.
I loved it, Edward. Absolutely loved it. She gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before retiring to the sofa. I went and sat next to her, taking her small, warm hand. She smiled before giving me a scolding look.
We need to get your hair cut soon. Its so long! She ruffled my locks, so muc