Germany x readerGermany x readerGermany x reader8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I can't believe you... You're my boyfriend and you have the nerve to go and do this" you say as you turn your back to Ludwig.
"I didn't do anything (name)" he says with a sigh. "It just happened"
"Yeah sure that's what they all say" you cross your arms over your chest and pout.
"I don't see why you're getting so upset, you should be happy for me" You just shake your head. He moves closer to and wraps his arms around you.
"Don't even try it, I'm still angry at you" you say even though you begin to blush lightly. He smiles small as he turns you toward him and kisses you gently. You can't help but blush and smile as well.
"Fine I guess I forgiv-"
Gilbert burst through the front door.
"HELL YEAH WE WON THE WORLD CUP!! WE KICKED ARGENTINA'S ASS!! LETS GO AND CELEBRATE!!" You turn away from Ludwig again.
"I will never forgive you for what you've done"
Experiments (Hanji X Fem!Reader) *Request*"Come on, do it."Experiments (Hanji X Fem!Reader) *Request*8 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Wait, I'm waiting for the right time..."
"Just do it Titan-boy!"
"Shut up Horse-face, I'm waiting!"
Eren was now doing something. Something you had dared him to do. Armin was reading a book. Normal, yes? But he was intensely reading it. Intensely reading it. His eyes were larger than normal, and they scanned the pages in a very fast manner. He had the book on the table as he was leaning over it. Suddenly, his mouth opened slightly. Honestly, it was a little cute how he was so absorbed in it, he didn't even realize what he was doing.
Eren shoved a spoon of soup in Armin's slightly agape mouth. The blonde boy gagged a little before falling out of his seat and spitting out the spoon. "WHAT? What was that?! ... Where am I?" He asked, his innocent blue eyes looking around frantically.
"Sorry Armin, but you've been reading that book for five hours straight." Eren said, helping the boy back into his seat. Armin shot him a soft glare and grabbed his book from the tabl
Weaknessshe tries to keep it togetherWeakness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tries so hard to push away the pain
and brush away the tears so quickly
youd never even realize they were there
she tries to be the strong one
the one who smiles through it all
making it through everything with her head held high
showing no weakness, no fear
but she's afraid
in the middle of the night
when she's alone and those silent tears
stream one by one down her face
soaking her pillow…
when the pain controls her
overpowers her to the point
where there's nothing to do
but cry until the pain subsides
because the throbbing she took so much time to bury inside
is slowly being uncovered
rising closer to the surface everyday…
and that is when her weakness will finally show.
Father!Masky X Little!ReaderYou stared longingly out the window and into the dark woods before you, your mother was in the kitchen making dinner. You wandered when he was coming back, it had been a whole year since you've seen your father. He was working Mother always said, she worked as a park ranger and you had no choice but to trust her.Father!Masky X Little!Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Honey he'll be here, come and finish your card" She patted you spot on the wooden table, you jumped off the couch and scurried over. Crayons of every color cover the oak table along with craft paper and paints. You stared thoughtfully down at the card, so far you only had a drawing of him, you and mom.
"This is gonna be my best card yet!" You said enthusiastically drawing scribbles of green and brown to symbolize the forest and that creek down a ways. You hurriedly flipped it over and wrote in your best possible cursive "Happy Daddy's Day!" in glue and sprinkled pink glitter onto it. And finally you signed and folded the bright card, holding it against your heart.
"Oh honey h
Soldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - DreamingSoldier! Germany x Crossdressed! Reader - Dreaming8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Hear my plea
Help me not to make a
Fool of me” – Honor to Us All, Mulan
It was a nice dream.
She didn’t remember the exact reason why she was in such a state, but she felt like she was freezing, soaked to her very bones, shivering uncontrollably and with a severe lack of air on the right places. Her head was light, weightless even, her ears seemed to be filled with nothing but an annoying buzz, ringing inside her eardrums and brain, with her members as heavy as lead.
But she cared for any of those?
No, not really.
Because her dream, even if she looked like a drowned cat in it (She was assuming that part, but it wouldn’t surprise her if her subconscious was cruel enough to make some algae be tangled with her hair and making her smell like a river creature on her oneiric adventures. Or worse, like a fish.), had a very, very, interesting factor.
What could that be?
Well, General Beilschmidt was kissing her.
Yes, lips glued, heart raci
Mine-Demon!Prussia X Reader-Ch.2Mine-Demon!Prussia X Reader-Ch.21 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Demon!Prussia X Reader
Author's Note!: Chapter 2! I'm pissed! I got half way done with this chapter, ready to post, for my computer to decide to screw up! I had to restart the fucker and I didn't even save the chapter! God, I am pissed. Anyways, enough swearing, Gilbert took you back to his world, the Night World. Or Underworld if you want to be technical. But yeah, so here we go! Oh and I'm also taking a vote! Should this story have a lemon? If yes comment 'HELL YEAH!', if no comment 'NOPE!'. The most voted answer will win!
Gilbert: Doesn't know his own age .-.
Darkness is all (F/n) could see as she began to awaken, everything from a few hours before feeling like a strange dream. There wasn't any way a demon would have picked her as his mate, it impossible! But why did it seem so... real? And what was she laying on that was so soft?
Opening her (e/c) eyes slowly (F/n) blinks them, trying to erase the fuzz from her sight. Once she could see straigh
Graceful is an Adjectivei.Graceful is an Adjective4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere between the ravine and the sprawl of convenience stores I left footprints, halting and clumsy, on beaten pathways between bikers and dogs. I traversed slowly between pine trees and brush to the waters edge to catch frogs and skip stones, and dream.
I did not move with grace or any sense of proportion; I stumbled, tripped, and beat my way through the low lying undercoat of nettles and rose bushes to look into the swirling depths of the creek and wish, dream, hope for my prince. I am a princess and I need somebody with a strong shoulder and good wits to protect me, to make me graceful by proxy. I conjure images of our beautiful children who would be born with an innate sense of harmony, who could rond de jambe l'air and rond de jambe à terre from birth, their sissonne ouverte grande being their conception.
I have never been considered graceful; I have always been more worthy of the term inept, or awkward. I never spread my
Dark DreamsWith a groan of discomfort, she heaved herself from her bed and stumbled into the bathroom where she turned the water on and stripped as she waited for it to heat up. She slid into the steaming water with much joy and little effort. After a quite uneventful shower, she walked, dripping, back into her room where she dried off lazily as she picked out her clothes for the day. She glanced at the clock, only 6:30 still. Her bag waited for her dutifully by the door and she swung an arm down to catch the strap on her way out.Dark Dreams5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Honey," called a tired but cheery voice, "since you're up, could you make a pot of coffee?" She sighed.
"Sure," she called back unenthusiastically. Being a teenager was hard work. She had to be good in school and take care of everyone else since her emotional problems were only a 'phase'. Whatever. It didn't matter. She could disappear into her room once the day was over. No other commitments besides school tugged at her mind.
In the kitchen, breakfast was made and seq
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
Getting to Know You, ch1, AveQGetting To Know YouGetting to Know You, ch1, AveQ4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Rod/Nicky Avenue Q story.
*Rated PG I guess. This story is dedicated to Demona1 who won my 40,000 Kiriban and requested a Rod and Nicky story based on a conversation the two of us had last summer.
*Obligatory legal jargon is implied. You all know the drill. Don't own 'em. All non-profit, etc.
I think of myself as a logical person. I'm punctual, fastidious, precise like numbers. I'm a numbers guy. I'm no math genius or straight A student. But I love how consistent numbers are. They fascinate me. I put a lot of trust in them, in figures and formulae. They always add up. You never have exceptions to the rule, only unknown factors. So if you add 2 and 2, you will always get 4. No mystery.
I was a teenager at the time 17. Like every other almost-adult, I suffered through the necessary trauma of self questioning and found the figures didn't add up. Well, they added up, but the sum was a figure I was unwilling to acknowledge.
Homophobic Choke HoldHomophobia means that thereHomophobic Choke Hold4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will be one more girl crying
Into her cotton pillow tonight
Because her mother can't deal
With who her daughter is.
Homophobia means that there
Will be one more boy hiding his
Face in his hands, sobbing, because
His father told him that no son of
His is going to be gay.
Homophobia means that there
Will be one more couple that
Can't hold hands in public because
People can't process the fact that
Love and affection know no gender.
Homophobia means that one more
Teen will be found dead because
The people in their class bullied
Them for having a partner of
The same gender.
Homophobia means that one more
Child will be torn away from his
Parents because this justice system
Refuses to believe that a homosexual
Household is a safe place to raise a child.
Homophobia has this country in a
Choke hold. It's suffocating its citizens,
Snuffing out our faith in this nation like
We snuff out our cigarettes. Please,
Stop the homophobia, and let our nation
Breathe once again.
Alice and Onwards - FiveAlice and Onwards - Five4 years ago in Romance More Like This
When Alice finally dared to open her eyes again, the rain had stopped. She could see that the sun was starting to come out again through that one small window in the garden shed. Alice stared at it, but a person can't sit on the dirty floor of a garden shed staring out the window forever. Alice braced herself against the large flower pot and rose to her feet, brushing herself off, examining her dress for dust or water. It was free of both. Alice wasn't sure whether this was comforting or terrifying, since every ounce of her being told her that something had just gone entirely wrong in her head, or else but it must be nearly time for dinner. She embraced this idea completely, as it allowed her to put everything else aside for a moment. Yes, she must be late. She went to the door and opened it, letting herself out into the garden.
Golden - Chapter OneGolden - Chapter One7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Journal fragment, floating in the Hudson:
It's surrounding us now. We can't escape it. The floods rise and never fall. A few groups have formed to try and shear up a sort of dam around the city to keep it out. But last week Mac got the sores and is just hanging on. We think we know now. It's the water...it's in the water and we can't get away...
New York a few hundred years later...
Areana: The Job
Im always cold now. Its the Pink. My bodys forgotten how to balance, find its own tempo. A necessary sacrifice. Without the numbness from the drug I wouldnt be able to do my job.
I clench my jaw against the chill and pull my gloves on. I rub my arms and try to slow my breathing. The cold air only makes the ache in my chest worse. The ache of whats to come. It shouldnt be there. The Pink is supposed to get rid of it, but Ive taken it for too long.
The remnants of rain drip off fire escapes above and run in little r
Jefferson Quotes"Because art is a form of expressing ideas, and using taxpayers' money to promote ideas they may disagree with is immoral and violates their rights. Such misuse of taxpayers' money is a violationnot a promotionof freedom of speech. As Thomas Jefferson explained, 'To compel a man to furnish contributions of money for the propagation of opinions which he disbelieves and abhors, is sinful and tyrannical." -Thomas JeffersonJefferson Quotes4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not. " -Thomas Jefferson
"It is incumbent on every generation to pay its own debts as it goes. A principle which if acted on would save one-half the wars of the world." -Thomas Jefferson
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them. " -Thomas Jefferson
"My reading of history convinces me that most bad government results from too much
MercyThe part behind me flickering,Mercy5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
delicate making me move.
To the water I keep listening,
carefully trying to prove.
I do not belong in your dish,
I am just an innocent fish.
universe, thanks for having mei think that we are actually born enlightened,universe, thanks for having me4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
but because our muscles are too frail and our bones too brittle
we can do little about it
then society kicks in,
and being the perfect humans that we are, we learn to learn.
we go to school and eventually forget the knowledge that we were born with.
tell me, when they taught you about newton's apple, didn't you go
'well i could've figured that out'
the truth lies in the simplest of things,
things as simple as a child's mind.
i'd like to have stayed that way
i'd like to still believe that the cardboard box lying in my back garden
is going to fly me to jupiter one day,
i'll make a pit stop at neptune and fly further,
further, further and out of the galaxy.
stare at the vast gleam of light
and feel what it is probably like
to be a new born baby again.
i feel overwhelmed by the beauty of this planet,
this universe that we live in and
i feel powerless when i try to solve its mysteries.
when my mother gave birth to
AshПепел сипе се от небесатаAsh6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Със праха що във въздуха се вие,
Прави шантави завои
Тъмнотата си опитва да прикрие
Времето, материята и мисълта в за
Poem By WerewolfPoem By Werewolf4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poem by a Werewolf
I as a human mortal see so much
I as a child of Luna see so little
I see but yet I see nothing
What is this contradiction I created for myself?
What is your heart?
What is love?
Is it that sweet pain?
Is there thing as love?
Swim; swim little fish in this confusion you created
Such lovely chaos upon a rose as you
Mmm, it makes me hunger for your soul
But yet I am an animal
I sink in my teeth and never let go
Let thy blood drip from mine lips
Licking my jowls as I find pure joy in this metallic taste in my mouth
My fangs glimmer with tainted like in Lady Moon's light
I have awaken my true darkness my love
Does it turn you on?
Listen to the wind
It touches me
It makes me wild
Hear my heart echo throughout the night
Mother Moon you children sparkle above
Cheering on my dark rapture
I dooly know what I have done this night
Even if I wasn't my true self
Heh, it was truly intoxicating
Now I left my blood luste