Not a Cougar!(DenmarkxOlder!Reader pt 1)"Hey there hot stuff. Do you believe in love at first site or should I walk by again?"Not a Cougar!(DenmarkxOlder!Reader pt 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ugh, Mathias, not now, I don't have time for your games. I'm really swamped." You groaned at the boisterous Dane. He sat on the corner of your desk, leaning towards you. His blond hair going every which way. You wondered how he got it to stay that way.
"If you need help, I'd be happy to give it to you." he said with a wink. You couldn't help but facepalm at the young man's reply.
"Mathias, please, you're gonna get me in trouble. AGAIN. Please, just go away and let me do my work." You begged from behind your desk.
"Kohler! Leave her alone and back to your station." your supervisor yelled.
"Oops, gotta go, see you at lunch, beautiful." he smiled as he quickly walked back to his cubicle.
You sighed and placed your head on your desk with a heavy sigh.
"He bugging you again?" your supervisor asked.
"Yea, I don't get him. No matter how many times I tell him no, he just keeps at it. I mean, I'm
60 Ways to Survive a Horror MovieHow to Survive a Horror Movie60 Ways to Survive a Horror Movie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Do not have sex. Having sex is basically signing your own death certificate.
2. If you're either blond, big boobed, refuse to wear a bra, or all of the above, you're going to get killed, usually when you're fucking your boyfriend (who will also be killed, might I add.)
3. Never joke around and play pranks, because when you're really in trouble no one will believe you or care.
4. Don't go to the toilet at night, especially if it's an outside one, or if you're wear no or minimal clothes.
5. Same goes for showers, whether they're outside or not. Not only will you be unable to defend yourself, you will also die naked, which can be kinda embarrassing, and awkward for whoever finds you. Besides, who knows what the killer does with the body… *Shudder*
6. If you're running away, which you will be, make sure you're wearing proper shoes. High heels or bare feet usually end up in tears. And blood. A lot of blood.
7. Also, if you're running, never look beh
Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 3Two People:Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 33 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A Friend and an Outlaw
You opened your eyes slowly and hazily. The buckskin wall of a tent immediately pervaded your vision, and a soft linen blanket rested lightly over your skin against the cold desert night. For a moment you wondered where you were, but then the memory of slaughter and kidnapping filled your mind, and you held very still. To your surprise, you weren't tied up, but you could hear the voices of the same criminals that had raided the manor cheering outside. You held back tears, and felt angry betrayal well up forcefully in your chest. You hadn't known the murdered slaves well, but that didn't change the fact that they'd had lives and families and feelings, not to mention the fact it was your childhood rescue-ee that had done it. The laments were abruptly cut off by a rude hand on your chin, jerking it towards two cold lilac eyes.
"If you're going to pretend to be asleep, at least keep an even breathing rate," he chided mockingly with a cruel
Forbidden Love...Forbidden Love...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you
Je t'aime, mais tu ne m'aimes pas
I love you, but you dont love me
Notre amour est interdit
Our love is forbidden
mais je ne m'inquiète pas
But I dont care
I love you
...et c'est tout ce qui compte
...and thats all that matters
Eyes That Watch MeEyes that watch me,Eyes That Watch Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes that don't.
Eyes that follow me,
eyes that won't.
Eyes in my family and
eyes in my friends.
Eyes in nature that
never seem to end.
Eyes that watch every move I make,
every breath I take,
every word I utter and mutter and stutter.
Eyes that judge me, love me and hate me;
Eyes that fear me, loathe me, pity me;
Eyes that want to be me and curse me for existing.
But the eyes that watch me the most,
always the most critical,
are the eyes that
PaybackBlaire woke with a start, very alert and, for some reason, very cold. Blaire rubbed her eyes wearily and looked around the dark room, realizing after a moment that she must have forgotten to leave Prosper's apartment after he had made her come over to '"admire" his new futon. Honestly, in her opinion, it was more a ragged piece of junk than a futon, but she had to admit that it had been surprisingly comfy. Hence, the reason she had fallen asleep at Prosper's apartment.Payback5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although, she reasoned, it would be difficult not to fall asleep while enduring a every-movie-in-my-apartment marathon that Prosper had suggested- so that they could fully appreciate the futon, apparently. Glancing around her once more, she noticed why she was so cold, and, eyes narrowing dangerously, focused on the sleepily sprawled out man by her side.
Normally she didn't mind falling asleep with Prosper- despite being leaner than most, he was surprisingly easy to use as a pillow- but there was one thing about him that
When I Was a ChildWhen I was a childWhen I Was a Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the eye.
I have learned that this is a bitter place
Painted colours by my madness,
Where errant and airy thoughts drift by
Whose wings I have lit on fire.
I am still a child,
But I am a hollow, broken thing
With frightened, suffering eyes.
Still, my mind is pleading
That my heart will soon stop beating,
But somehow I survive.
I still he
Another Quirk"C'mon, Blaire," said Prosper. "Just one more time, I promise."Another Quirk6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blaire crossed her arms and shook her head stubbornly at him. She'd been humiliated enough by this stupid "lesson" that he'd insisted on having.
"Fine. How about a deal? You try again, and I'll tell you where I got this scar." Prosper said, pointing to his eyebrow and holding out the soccer ball with his other hand. Blaire bit her lip. She was sick of looking like an idiot...but she really wanted to know where that scar came from. She had asked him a million times already, but he would just grin at her and change the subject. She huffed irritably and blew her bangs out of her face.
"You'll really tell me?" She asked finally.
"No... but I'll give you a clue." He said, smirking at her in that infuriating way of his.
"Should've known." She muttered to herself. She sighed when she saw him still smirking at her, but they both knew she would give in, just as they both knew that Prosper's "clue" would proba
9: Elias' RevengeElle stumbled forward onto the beach on hands and knees, just as a wave crashed against her. She fell forward onto her stomach, gasping for air as she tried to catch her breath. Her muscles screamed, her shoulders and arms trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating swim. Her legs cramped, needles of pain crawling over her calves when she tried to stretch her legs. But she had made it, she was alive.9: Elias' Revenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rolled onto her back with a groan, her whole body protesting. Staring up at the starry sky, Elle pushed the damp hair that clung to her cheeks out of her face, bringing herself up onto her elbows. She looked out at the water which shimmered in the moonlight, and in the distance she could make out the silhouette of the Revenge, and she sighed with relief when she realized that it was moving away.
Her relief was quickly replaced by guilt when she thought of Thomas. She had left him behind. She shook her head, unable to believe her own selfishness. She should have fought harder,
The PullWhen I was younger, someone showed me a video gametoo weird for me, but it made her laugh, and she was pretty. You played as this little guy with a squishy hammer for a head, and you rolled a sticky ball around in front of you. As you rolled it, things got stuck until the ball was gigantic. And then... I don't know. I don't remember the point of the game, nor do I remember the name.The Pull3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But that image comes back to me every time I am anxious. I am that little person running around, pushing a ball, and things stick to it. Only they aren't cows or trees or parts of buildings: they are things that make me nervous. The attention of people. My sparse resume. The way I can never look someone in the eye when we first meet.
Oh. And I don't have a squishy hammer for a head.
Regardless, today is like that. I've talked to too many people and some weird man had told me he was my father and my mother was on the back of a book with a different name but the same damn face.
While I was walking home,
Northern english translationNorthern English translationNorthern english translation5 years ago in Settings More Like This
For times untold, the sacred forest of Baalhiam has seen bitter strife between humans and the Elf people. A high magic place, foremost sanctuary of druids and mages, the forest is home to the Elves of Nür. They are the guardians of a powerful magic taking its source at the heart of the old forest.
As human mages came to steal this magic, war broke out. The Elves closed down their borders. They concealed the pathways through Baalhiam with magical spells, driving humans away from their territory. From then on, Baalhiam became a forbidden place for foreigners. Cendre and her family are among the banned people, who soon discover what tragic curse has befallen them. While the immemorial forest is a mighty source of magic, those who are expelled after being born and raised there stand condemned. After several years spent far from the forest, they fall inexplicably ill. Try as she might to fight against it, Cendre loses mother and