[Drabble] APH: Rivalry with a Cat~Japan x Reader[Drabble] APH: Rivalry with a Cat~Japan x Reader8 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 Kiss8 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
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
Marie AntoinetteWhen I was a girl I was me.Marie Antoinette7 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 AntoinettePowdered, poufedMarie Antoinette7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shellacked and pompadoured
Within an inch of my life
Squeezed into this tight little corset
Whalebone and ivory pinching my waist
I arrive, bedecked in gold lace and jewels
In a cloud of sweet-smelling dustoff - I mean, parfum
I must be careful not to make these mistakes
Not to be influenced by the silly idiots de la cour -
Indeed, the idiots of the court.
The Dauphin can only hide from me for so long
I will be the best Queen France has ever seen!!!!
--Cheers she who was beheaded by her people.
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...
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.
Esme's Wedding Day Part 3As we said our goodbyes to Edward, I couldnt help but think about how much I would miss him.Esme's Wedding Day Part 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Esme, Ill miss you too. But honestly, dont worry. Just enjoy your honeymoon and the time you and Carlisle finally get to have together. Besides, Id rather not be around the two of you for the next few days ..
I lifted my hand to my cheek, convinced that I was somehow blushing. Poor Edward, being around Carlisle and I as our relationship intensified mustve been excruciating to him. At times, I wondered how my son managed to keep his sanity.
Im so sorry, Edward, it must be terribly uncomfortable for you to be around us in our lovey dovey state.
Ah, Esme, Ive heard a lot worse coming from the townspeople! He lightly chortled.
I threw my arms around him. You humor me too much, dear. I knew that he understood how grateful I was for that though.
Edward and I hadnt been the closest when I was first transform
Edward 4: Mother Time dragged and lulled at the most unusual spaces: there were clear seconds where I saw Mothers bright face, looming over me. Other times, it was just a blur of her bronze hair as it moves swiftly passed my line of sight. Sometimes I saw Dr. Cullen intertwined with her; I almost couldnt separate them. I heard strange, unfamiliar voices; things poked at my sides and head. I just wanted to sleep. I was very cold.Edward 4: Mother7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Isnt there anything you can do for him, Dr. Cullen? Her voice was right by my ear; I felt a warm tear run down my cheek. My eyes strained to open.
Were doing all we can, maam. Dr. Cullens voice was firm, sad. Mother started to sob; I knew hed left the room, although I hadnt heard any footsteps. My eyes opened to a blaring light now.
Edward! she exclaimed, clutching my side. I looked weakly up at her tear-stained face; she turned it slightly to cough. It t
Esme 24: Love and MarriageThe wedding was only a week after the proposal--we couldnt wait any longer than that. Edward and the pastors wife were our only witnesses. We were married in our living roomEsme 24: Love and Marriage6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My dress was white--I did not count my marriage with Charles valid anymore, because I was a new woman. I had washed my hands of my human life, and I was ready to start my existence with the only man I loved.
Our hands were clasped together as the pastor read from his Bible, but I did not hear him--my attention was immersed in Carlisle and only Carlisle.
And finally, the words--the words I had said before but never fully understood their significance. They meant the world and more to me now.
I do, Carlisle vowed, breaking my thoughts. His eyes gleamed with the intense happiness and joy we were both feeling.
I could barely stop myself from interrupting the pastor with my own vow. It took everything I had to be quiet.
And finally, it was my turn.
I do, I whispered passionately.
For Heart-AngelCmon, Edward! Alice urged, reaching for my hand. Itll be fun!For Heart-Angel6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I scoffed. For you, you mean.
She simply giggled in response, clasping my hand in her tiny one; she took Emmetts in the other.
We are so going to regret this, arent we? he stage-whispered to me, and I grinned.
Big time. Alice gave us a knowing look.
Im doing this for her, you know, she informed us. I love her, and you will, too. Shes great!
Alice had had a vision where shed hung out with one of the humans at this new school of ours in Canada. Elizabeth. Lizzie, as her friends called her. Unfortunately, Alice had no classes with this girl, so she had to think outside the box on how she was supposed to meet said girl. And, of course, she couldnt do it alone.
Lizzie was a musical buff--and, to her immense delight, the school was going to perform The Phantom of the Ope
Alice 4: AsylumIt felt like my eyes had only shut for a few seconds when someone was grabbing my shoulders and shaking me awake.Alice 4: Asylum6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mary! Mary Alice, wake up! Quickly! Mothers sharp whisper cut through the drowsy haze that fogged my brain. My eyes inched open.
What? I mumbled, yawning and rubbing my eyes.
Get up! Now! She yanked my covers off, and I shivered in the cool air.
Why? I looked out the window--it was dark out, not even a hint of sunlight. Its not even morning, and its a school--
Do what I say, Mary Alice! Mother hissed, her voice shaking with fury. I sat up and stretched, realizing on an afterthought that Mother only called me Mary Alice when she was extremely angry.
I was moving too slow for her liking--with a bony hand, she grabbed my arm and pulled me off of the bed and started pushing me out of my room.
Whats wrong? Hey, I need to get dressed! Now I was panicking; I tried to turn ar
Edward 2: Hospital The next day, we took Father to a doctor, eager to know what exactly was wrong with him and how quickly he would heal.Edward 2: Hospital7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We got several ideas as to what could be wrong with him; the biggest reoccurrence was typhoid. Mother wasnt satisfied with any doctor we took him to, until we came to one in a small hospital on the outskirts of our hometown of Chicago. I, however, was expected to be in school the next morning; Mother left him there for an examination before we came back the next afternoon.
Mrs. Masen, after an examination of your husband, I can firmly say that Ive never seen anything like what he has before. It has familiar symptoms of typhoid and cholora, but it reacts like the flu. Im sure hell be fine after a few days, but Id like him to stay here for just a while, just in case, Dr. Cullen told us, watching our faces for our reactions. Mother only nodded; I kept my face calm. People
Cullen Xmas: Rose and Emmett"Oh, for God's sake, when will they stop the debate over car manufacturers? It's pointless!" Rose practically screeched from beside me.Cullen Xmas: Rose and Emmett5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had become somewhat of a tradition for us to take little trips to car shows during the holidays and breaks. We loved seeing the new models and having the alone time. I definitely loved the alone time. If you were to see my wife, you'd know why.
Though it's not all physical; that's just an incredible part of it A very incredible part of it. But I love Rosalie's tenacity and her confidence. Not to mention the fact that we love a lot of the same things. How many women beg, nay, demand to attend car shows?!
"I know, babe, it's silly! Though I have to agree with that guy from Tennessee; Ford trumps Chevy!"
"Oh please, you're state biased and Ford isn't winning the races!"
"Well, maybe little Eddie was right about picking Chevy then "
"You lie!" She laughs as she jabs at my ribs.
I think she's still adjusting to feelings at home; Rose doesn't la
Perfectintense pressurePerfect5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
radiating on me
i don't know what to do
or where to go.
i try and i try
but all i do is fall
getting up and tripping down
i try and i try
i never know which
way to turn
right in front of my eyes.
but when im with you
it becomes clear
like an endless
like a sunny day
tiny drips of sweat
making our hands
feel like they
are meant to be
To Go FarTo Go Far8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woman, you said you wouldn't
leave the world behind. All the pieces,
you had all the pieces in a line and you were measuring
and drawing routes, bus trips back to where
you think things start. This suitcase
on the stoop, then, mustn't be yours.
Woman, you said you'd got a ticket out
and a ticket out for me, that we'd both be
over the moon by now. But you live limpid
in the city lights and I live the same nights
and between us, we can't weave enough of a day.
There is no fading, love, and no saving.
This white-on-white hospital light
you've brought outside with you
is all of your strength. You show up against
grey skies, you ghost in lamplight,
you love your children unborn. They are
dreams, as you're a dream, as is the hand
warming your palm. There is no hand, woman,
warming your palm, you've left it behind, named
for a dream dissolve. So no one is saviour, or victor, or love.
There is just us alone. Why remove us
from the road? Why remove us to jasmine
and this melancholy star? Woman,
Before the Snow Falls 5The kitchen was hot and steamy. The oven was the source of the action. Esme was watching the goose inside with the look of an obsessive paranoid. Charlie was sitting down, mixing up a pan of roasted vegetables.Before the Snow Falls 55 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just relax, Esme. He told her in a soothing voice. She was one step away from biting her perfect nails, I observed, pushing open my shield so Edward could hear this. He held back a laugh.
Oh, thank you! Esme had spotted us. Well need place settings for She calculated in her head. Goodness, I think it must be thirteen!
Unlucky. Charlie whistled. Means when one person leaves the table theyll die.
I exchanged looks with Edward, and could tell immediately what he was thinking. Most of us would be very difficult to kill.
I spotted the silver, engraved loc
The DoctorCompassion flows from meThe Doctor6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it cannot take away the pain of what I see
The days are hard to face
Im sorry but your son has moved on to a better place
You must fight!
One last heartbeat seen on the machine
Then they slip away into the night
Ill do everything in my power not to hurt you
Id take away your discomfort if only I could
Now its merely a memory
Where you once stood
My hands run through my hair
I recite my nightly prayer
If I could just save their souls
Shelter them from the end
Keep them whole
Its what I will give
But what about more?
Try to erase the scares that they bore
It hides my tears
How great it would feel to relieve all of their fears
Cullen Xmas- Carlisle and EsmeI'd been working on charts and evaluating interns in my study since Jacob had left with Renesmee. To an outsider, working on holidays would seem rather sad. But I knew the truth, and I was slightly disappointed that they insisted I stay home instead of taking any shifts. But that would mean leaving Esme alone, and that was not an option.Cullen Xmas- Carlisle and Esme5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I smiled as she began to stir, as if she were reading my thoughts. I heard her enter the bathroom and laughed as I realized she was only now removing the makeup from earlier. She had been so proud of Nessie's ability that she had me take a photograph That picture was now my screensaver. Somehow she managed to make the blue and orange appealing.
Well, work had certainly become out of the question; even after being together for over eight decades, I still felt as if I was discovering love and its power for the time. Her charm had never lost its potency, and made it ever impossible to concentrate when my mind would begin to swim with its memories, fe
AutismAutism10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiddne in the silence
I live among the clouds.
I daydream my world
Into my life as real.
Everyone has a special place.
Their place to get away
My place is just permanent
My own sanctuary.
I may walk the street in your world
But i run thru fields in mine
I may sit and stare at something
but to me a movie is playing
You may see me wandering off
mumbling to myself
but i can see it differently
for me, i see
Esme's Wedding Day: HoneymoonWithout a doubt, this had been a perfect day; it was second only to when I realized that Carlisle loved me too. Here we stood, upon the top of a hill, experiencing the same gorgeous sunset that we had been treated to the previous day. You know, Esme, you havent had the delight of the water yet.Esme's Wedding Day: Honeymoon6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ive been enjoying the company so greatly that I forgot how much I love to swim.
How about a dip, then?
That sounds wonderful, Carlisle! Oh, but I dont have a suit. I frowned.
Yes you do. I packed your bag carefully with the help of a very kind saleswoman. Ill change into my bottoms up here and you can change on the boat; Ive already put your suit out.
Ill see you in a minute! I darted down the hill and back up to our boat. I was a bit apprehensive in lifting the suit up. But once I did, I was relieved. It was a simple tankini. Instead of straps on the arms, it would loop around my neck, an
Carlisle and Esme- 101 HeartsMy being a romantic has never shocked my family, but the fact that I didn't understand Valentine's Day, does. I couldn't grasp the point of it; why did we need a special day for love? Shouldn't we express it every day?Carlisle and Esme- 101 Hearts5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carlisle was always nervous on Valentine's Day; he got me cards, jewelry, everything one could wish for, in the hopes that I would see the magic of that day in February. Of course I appreciated it, and I would get him things that I felt he would enjoy, but physical tokens truly never matter in the end.
And despite the fact that Carlisle spoiled me beyond anyone's worth, I wasn't prepared to see the lights on my way home. Our house was basked in a warm golden glow, inside and out.
"What on God's green earth?" I whispered to myself.
As I pulled Carlisle's gift out of the car with me, I was hit with his signature scent, and something else. Something sweet, comparable to candy.
I reached the porch to find a line of conversation hearts candies, with a word on each. "Love begi