BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 13BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 132 years ago in Romance More Like This
A/n: Oh, in case you guys hadn’t picked this up before, “...” quotes mean speaking while ‘...’ mean thinking. Just clarifying that for you all.
Previously, your mother caught the BTT as they were about to leave your house, and quickly dismissed them. When they left, it wasn’t until they were halfway back home when they realized that you were that special little someone who they had made a bet to befriend all those years ago with your mother. So going back and reminding your mom, they were finally able to
kidnap youtake you away from the place you had suffered at for so long.
You moaned tiredly as you felt yourself waking up from a long nights rest, shifting a bit in bed you thought, ‘Definitely my least favourite thing to do... I feel like I could lie here and stay asleep all day and I’d be totally fine with that.’ Needless to say, waking up was not something you enjoyed doing, rea
My Name is Hollow.Hello.My Name is Hollow.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Hollow.
I live inside your soul.
Under the layers and layers of skin,
and tissue and muscle...
all the way down where nothing
and everything survives.
(I wish I knew before I trusted you
That lying is second nature to one
with as many regrets as you.)
My name is Hollow.
I live inside you now,
because you gave me the power
in all your virtuous belief
that the world was good
to survive your strength...
(I hoped to God you wouldn't
lie or steal or break what is already
a thousand pieces of a broken soul.)
My name is Hollow.
You let me in when sex
began to feel like an ache.
But the pain felt better than
dealing with the hurt
inside your head, your heart...
(This was always a world for those
that were harder than me
Strength is sometimes a very relative thing.)
My name is Hollow.
I am the jagged lines you draw
all along your skin,
your muscles, your bones...
The sharp edge of a knife,
the scarlet drops of remorse.
(Here's a question now for your
12 Days of Hetalia + 112 Days of Hetalia + 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Hetalia Christmas Song!
By: Alex (me) and Steph (owlhead20)
On the 1st day of Christmas Germany gave to me:
A Prussia in a pear tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas Italy gave to me:
Two bowls of pasta
On the 3rd day of Christmas Japan gave to me:
Three katana swords
On the 4th day of Christmas England gave to me:
Four boxes of scones
On the 5th day of Christmas America gave to me:
FIVE BIG MACS!!!
On the 6th day of Christmas France gave to me:
Six bottles of wine
On the 7th day of Christmas Russia gave to me:
Seven faucet pipes
On the 8th day of Christmas China gave to me:
Eight panda bears
On the 9th day of Christmas Romano gave to me:
Nine pieces of pizza
On the 10th day of Christmas Spain gave to me:
Ten ripe tomatoes
On the 11th day of Christmas Switzerland gave to me:
Eleven sniper guns
On the 12th day of Christmas Canada gave to me:
Twelve maple hugs
Plus 1 more (me: wait, what =.= )
On the 13th day of Christmas the BTT gave to me:
Thirteen bad touches!
Merry Christmas everyo
I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,I'm going to cry.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.
I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.
I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.
I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.
Hetalia Romantic Lines!A few loving words from Hetalia men to all you readers out there! Valentine’s Day special!Hetalia Romantic Lines!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
America: You are my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, the one person I know I can count on, you're the love of my life, you're my one and only, you're my everything.
England: I sent an angel to look over you at night. The angel came back a minute later, and I asked it why. It told me angels don’t watch over other angels.
Russia: I love you sunflower, and every time I see you I just want to hold you in my arms and never let go because you're the girl that fills all the little dark places in my heart.
China: You deserve the world, and I know I can't give that to you. So I'll give you the next best thing....my world.
Germany: If it wasn't for you, I would have never believed that angels really existed
North Italy: If there has to be a reason why I love you…I will only say that it is because 'you are you'!
South Italy: Never ever go away from me. I will not say that 'I will die
BTTxReader: Bad Touch PartyBTTxReader: Bad Touch Party3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on _________, just this one party," your friend Eliza begged. For weeks she had been trying to get you out of your basement and to one of the many parties that were being thrown for the last few months of the school year.
You looked up from your math homework, "For the last time no. However, if you want to go and get wasted be my guest."
"But ____________~ anybody who's anybody is going to be there!" she whined. "Please, please, please, please, plllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaase!"
"But Roderich is going to be there!" she whined. Her elaborate plan was to confess to him and if he didn't accept she could say she was drunk off her butt. "If I don't have a wingwoman I'm doomed!"
"Seriously wingwoman?" you asked. "Why don't you ask I don't know anybody but me!"
Eliza scowled, "I won't force you to wear a dress."
You glared at her.
"Ok, ok, I won't force you to dance either."
"Fine," you spat.
Eliza's face lit up, "Thank you, thank you, thank y
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
Taking Over Me Chapter 3The next day, he was sitting at a meeting with all the countries. America, England and France were arguing as usual and Germany was getting irritated. Italy just stared at the table, not paying attention to anything. He felt a nudge on his side and he jumped. He turned to Japan, who was looking at him worriedly.Taking Over Me Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you okay, Italy? You've been unusually quiet," Japan said. Italy faked a cheerful smile. He needed to keep better check of his feelings. It seemed everyone noticed he was going into a depression...
"Si, I'm fine. No need to worry about me!" Italy said cheerfully and Japan smiled at him.
The rest of the meeting progressed as usual. Germany got fed up and yelled at France, England and America and got the meeting in order. Finally, the meeting ended and now Italy and Germany were walking home.
"Ah... Italy why are you crying?" Germany asked. Italy looked at him in confusion and felt his cheeks. Sure enough, his cheeks were wet from tears.
"I... I don't know," h
Is It Wrong?Is it wrong I want hold you?Is It Wrong?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell you you're wrong?
Cuddle you tightly in my arms?
Is it wrong I want to kiss you?
Tell you you're perfect?
Let you know what you mean to me?
Is it wrong that I want to see you?
Tell you how much I care for you?
Hold your hands in mine though they're shaking?
Is it wrong that I'm falling in love with you?
Tell you that to your face?
Kiss you and never let you go?
Is it wrong?
DavidI am perfect in every way. Hewn from the most beautiful rock by the greatest sculptor in the world, during the pinnacle of humanity’s artistic energy, I stand proudly as a monument to the human ideal. I represent one of the Bible’s greatest heroes, making one of the most pivotal decisions of his life. And in my centuries of existence, I have come to symbolize and inspire the defense of liberty. People come to look at me from all over the world and stare in awe.David2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yet I cannot help but feel humiliated in my exhibition. Though it cannot be known for sure, I am fairly certain my template was not naked when he came to his decision to slay the giant Goliath. Being a statue is not so bad, I suppose. At least I stand upright. I cannot imagine how my friend the Thinker’s back must be killing him after all these years hunched over. But how I wish someone would sculpt me a robe, or at the very least a quartz Speedo.
i was kissed by color before i was borni have a thing for butterflies -i was kissed by color before i was born3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they were tattooed across my skin
when i left my mother's womb.
they rest between my ribs
and the hollow of my throat
i was kissed with colors before i was born.
you were kissed by h a p p i n e s s
and embraced by Eden -
so you could find refuge
in the color under my skin.
instead of a heart,
my blood beats with butterfly wings.
and they glow when i smile
or when my cheeks forget to blush.
in the place of the heart the butterflies took away.
so your smile-stained lips,
and my butterfly-tattooed skin
met under despair
when it was well
and every time you tell
anyone that i'm yours
the spaces between my ribs g l o w
with the timid smiles
MeYou, the one I love, do you understand me?Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know that you are killing me with your words?
Do you know that you are choking me with your thoughts?
Does it show?
That the smile I wear is superficial?
That I keep my feeling locked up?
That I ...hurt...?
What did you say?
You say that you understand
That you know how I feel.
But do you know of the pain that is ripping me appart?
Do you know what is underneath?
Have you opened my heart?
Have you heard my screams for help?
Have you seen that my heart is tearing?
CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I AM ALONE TRAPPED IN THE DARK?
Do you even care?
Your screams are only to make yourself feel better
Your tears are only for self pity,
Yes, you are
That is why you blame me
That is why you hurt me
That is why you DESTROY me
That is how you kill me
That is how you LOVE me
Well, that went well...Flour? Check.Well, that went well...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Um... all the other stuff Check? I think
I looked at the counter doubtfully. Baking was not really my forte. I mean, sometimes there was the occasional (and accidental) success, but other times well. It was probably best not to talk about it. It was a wonder that my parents let me bake after that little incident with the cookies... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all?
I shook my head. No, I thought. It's his birthday, for crying out loud. I have to do something. How hard can it be?
Immediately I slapped myself. Well, mentally, at least. That right there was a sentence of doom. Anything that would come after those five dreaded words couldn't be good. Still I was rather desperate, and besides, I'm not exactly the luckiest person in the world. A little more bad luck won't really make much of a difference, would it?
"For the love of cod, just get to it already," I told myself reproachfully, fi
Hoody of MineThe night is dark and fuzzy, the air feels dry and thick as the nauseous fumes engulf your very being. It makes you feel sick as usual. It’s less foggy than normal tonight, so you take the chance and get out of the house while you still can. You’ve been dying to get away from the people you know.Hoody of Mine2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You aimlessly wander the disgusting and polluted streets of your home town, mindlessly kicking the broken bottles and scratched up cans out of your way as you walk.
As you stomp angrily away from your apartment, you can’t help but let out a small whimper as you sniffle.
Your once beautiful _____ eyes were now puffy and red. You tug your black hood on lazily as your vision blurs. You can’t feel anything, not sympathy, not sadness, nothing. The most you could feel was rage.
You were angry. You were angry at your parents, you were angry with your friends, you were angry at everyone!
You push these devastating thoughts away as you continue down the ro
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
To the RiverShe was sitting lonely at the keyboardTo the River9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring tightly to the screen
She heard the loud phone as it rung
Broke the silence of the night.
She answered with a chearful heart
Heard the words that "Kyle has died."
She couldn't believe the words tonight
But still the words came once again.
Silence fills her mind and soul
Left her screaming and all torn
Life shouldn't trully be this way
But death has sown and has reaped.
To the river the boy had gone
Forgot to wear a simple jacket
Born to die at such young age.
What good you ask shall come of this?
To the river she is going
Bringing pain she cannot bear
All the friends and people going
Singing songs of great despair
Tears are left to stream the face
Soak like water and like rain
Family hurt more than she is
Nothing left for her to do.
From the river she is coming
Keeping pain she still must bear
All the crying she is doing
Is the only way to care.
When she gets home this bloody night
All the phones are ringing thus.
Not a spare of silence le
Haunted: A Snape/Hermione FictionFandom: Harry PotterHaunted: A Snape/Hermione Fiction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Haunted: Part 1
Hermione wrapped her scarf more tightly around her. It was October but it was freezing, the chill wind nipping at the exposed tip of her nose, and her rosy cheeks. Strands of her thick and unruly hair lifted with the wind, which seemed to howl. That lonesome, eerie, howl was just fitting for Halloween night.
Hermione gave a sigh which came out from between her strawberry lips in a small puff of vapor. It was that cold as she walked across Hogwarts grounds.
In the distance was the leaning building that was now her destination. Many memoriessome of them very hard oneswere kept within the walls of The Shrieking Shack. She knew now that The Shack was not really haunted as Hogsmeade folks and Hogwarts students had been lead to believe. The screams they had once attributed to ghouls and lost souls had been the terrible yowls of pain of a werewolf transformation.
Even still it held a very real
Decembersville Ch. 9Decembersville Ch. 96 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 9: Count Merry-Go-Round, the ostracized resident
"Where are we going, Zero?" Sophia asked that same night when Zero got home soaking wet and with a black eye. The second he got back home, he woke Sophia up from her nap and got her out the door, telling her to follow behind him as they speed-walked down the snowy lane. He gave her a red-striped winter jacket along the way. "What happened? A-are we in trouble?"
Zero wanted to say "yes" but he replied to her with an unworried smile, "Not at all, not at all. I-I just want you to meet someone who could help you out."
"You mean he could take me home?"
"There's a VERY small possibility but at least it's a possibility. Now a little faster, Sophia."
She increased her walking speed. She held on to Zero's cold arm to keep up; he also told her to stay very close to him. They walked past the other residents chatting with each other and playing around i
Worth It (ReaderXBIGBANG fanfic part 4)Worth It (ReaderXBIGBANG fanfic part 4)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
On Friday, after a week's worth of hard work and sweat, the 20 of you assembled together in the dance room for the final elimination. You stood with Minji in the middle, thinking that if you stood near the back you wouldn't get seen as well, but still wanting to be respectful to the seonbaes by letting them stand in front. The upbeat song you were to dance to had been unfamiliar to you previous to this week and had no words, but was actually perfect for dancing. You sensed that the preliminary cut had been more focused on vocals, whereas this round was strictly for the dancers.
The sound tech started the music and the choreographer gave her cue and you started to dance. You glanced at Minji halfway through and, although she was smiling, you could tell that she, too, was feeling really nervous. You wished you could sit in the judge's chair and see the facial expressions of all the other dancers as well as yourself to see where you fell in te
Haunted: A Snape/Hermione Fiction Part 2Fandom: Harry PotterHaunted: A Snape/Hermione Fiction Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Haunted: A Snape/Hermione Fiction Part 2
Note: I don't know how many parts will be to this yet.
Snape had agreed to come back with Hermione, though he was not entirely sure why he had done so. She had mentioned that she was now a Weasley, specifically a Mrs. Ronald Weasley. Snape was not particularly fond of this third of The Trio, and the thought of bunking down in the same vicinity as Ron did not improve Snape's mood. It was Hermione who had grinned, and mentioned that Snape might have fun 'haunting' Ron, as Snape had been one to single Ron and Harry out in class plenty of times: his dislike for the two Gryffindors had not been kept in the dark. Snape's lips had curled with a small hint of amusement. Toying with Ron now and then, and the fact that it had been Hermione who had suggested such a toying with her husbandboth amused Snape.
Hermione turned to him when they stood upon the stoop. Her hand was fixed
Sarah and Jimmy PART ONESarah and Jimmy PART ONE6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The five boys towered over the little girl who was innocently drawing on the dirt with a stick. Her mockingbird heart pounded in her chest as the delinquents stood before where she sat. H Hi. she said nervously.
Hey. Youre that prick Jimmys sister, one of the boys responded, kicking a little dirt at her. Your older bro @#$%ed with our cars; threw a bunch of drugs in the trunk and got us questioned.
Oh ! Um uh Sarah, the six-year-old child, began to feel hot during such a cold climate. She could only stutter and stay where she sat because running would be futile. If only the police passed by, but no. Things in Gothshollow County were always grim, so good luck was rare in those days. She felt like throwing up. Im s-sorry, she apologized for her brother, but the five boys did not accept it. They closed in on her
Decembersville Ch. 18Chapter 18 You cant hide her forever.Decembersville Ch. 186 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Hey! Why dont I hear any whining or complaining around here? Carvel Hare grouchily yelled backstage after the curtains closed. Wheres that big baby Pendulum Tin? Im bored and I wanna see wutll happen if I trip him over!
The performers all exchanged looks as they cleaned up their stage; looks of obliviousness. Juliza Star, one of Tins closest associates, spoke up to their diminutive boss Hes been gone all day, Carvel. I havent seen any sign of him whatsoever. Perhaps he went out for a walk?
Carvel Hare scoffed impatiently and his cigar let out a long wisp of smoke. Walk? ALL DAY LONG? Gimme a break, Star! The day that punk leaves this troupe itll be the day when Armageddon begins!
I didnt say he walked out on us, man! I mean to sa
B.A.P Fanfic Part 2B.A.P Fanfic Part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Serena! Wait the hell up!' I stopped at the top of the stairs outside the science lab I had just come out of and turned my head lazily to my right to look at Rose who was rushing up to me with flushed cheeks. 'You always walk so damned fast it's hard for me to keep up with you, not to mention you're a lot taller than I am.' She sighed and tried to keep up with my stride as we headed home. It was Friday which meant practice at the old and decrepit dance studio for me. I didn't mind that it was quite old; in fact I preferred it that way since it didn't really attract a lot of people which meant a nice quite session whenever I wanted.
'It's Friday and you know what that means Rose. I didn't think you'd want to come watch me dance again.' I said glancing at her pulling my rucksack over my shoulder fully. She shrugged and said breathlessly,
'It's not like I've got some super cool and awesome party to go to anyway.' I rolled my eyes and picked up my pace. 'Hey! Don't do that to me!
If Monsters Could CryThe bridge collapsed with a sound louder than thunder. It sent many cars and people hurling into the water. The waves crashed as more debris fell into the dark blue.If Monsters Could Cry4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it sat, hidden from the view of man, in the branches of the trees onshore. It watched the catastrophe with ruby red eyes in somber silence. Its feather-like hairs ruffled in reaction to the noises around it.
It tried to warn them. Tried.
It had tried many times before yet, each time, they were too afraid of it. It couldn't understand why the humans wouldn't take its warnings; it had tried to save them. It could have saved them but it had failed.
If monsters could cry, a tear would be rolling down its shadowy face at this moment.
Why? Why didn't they listen? Why did they run away? Why did they ignore it? Why did they fear it when all it wanted to do was help them?
It had seen it coming as clear as day, it knew what was to happen, and it knew that whenever the time had come, there would be death. That was all it had se