LxReader - A Fortunate Accident Part 15LxReader - A Fortunate Accident Part 151 year ago in Romance More Like This
Things moved slowly from then on. No shinnigami, and extra Death Note to worry about, dead ends everywhere. Though there was something to look forward to. L’s ‘family’ were coming tomorrow, Mello, Near and Matt. Three boys who you were excited to meet. Three boys who were going to help with the investigation. Three boys who were going to help L get back on his feet.
You stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into the bedroom that you and L now shared. L was cooped on the couch, going over yet another paper of the investigation. You walked over to the dresser, grabbed some clothes and let the towel fall from you. You felt comfortable doing this around L since he almost never noticed it.
“Excited?” You asked shrugging on a shirt.
“About what exactly?” L asked. “You sometimes need to be more pacific (name).”
You rolled your eyes and jumped around whilst you tried to put on your pants. “The boys. What else would I be talking about
FORGIVENI cling to You. I'm standing, but I feel like I'm not. Only You hold me up as I cling tightly to Your robe.FORGIVEN4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm slumped over, my head resting, pressed against Your chest. My hands clinging to Your arms & sleeves.
Tears flow down my face, & I can't feel anything but peace. I know You'll never leave me, but yet I cling so tightly
as if, if I let go You'll get away. I don't ever want to leave this place of security. In the Glory of Your Light, I feel like I'm not good enough. Who am I that You would love me so much? I feel like a wretch, diseased & filthy.
I'm afraid to look at myself...if I look anything like the reflection I see in my mind. I'm expecting to be leprous, filthy & hideous; skin hanging off of me, open wounds all over me; marred beyond all reason.
I finally look down at myself & for a second forget how to breath.
I am made perfect, spotless, clean, glowing & beautiful. I look more healthy & alive than I ever thought any human could be.
Then I look back at You & g
Who I AmI am the girl who criedWho I Am5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because someone stepped on
Her caterpillar she believed could talk
I am the girl who climbed
High up an apple tree
Just to see if she could
I am the girl who colored
a yellow chair purple
Because she thought it would be prettier
I am the girl who stood
Up on the higher bookshelves
Because she knew those books were more interesting
I am the girl
Who means it when she says
She loves you
Who holds her pillow at night
Until she falls asleep
To dream of you
I am the girl who
Hates wearing socks
Because she likes to be able to feel everything around her
I am the girl who never stopped
Dreaming day after day about
How high the sky is and how long it would take to reach it
I am the girl who still loves and believes
All these things
And so much more
I am depressed.I am sad. Crying. Bored. Alone. Empty.I am depressed.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am guilty. Scared. Angry.
I am tired. Restless. Jittery.
I am nervous. Disorganized. Self-consious.
I can't think. See. Move.
I am in a fog.
I feel ugly.
I am dying inside.
I am depressed.
One Year LaterOn our one year anniversary, Draco surprised me at work. When I opened my door to begin my day, he was draped over my desk like a greek hero ready for sacrifice wearing-One Year Later6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nothing. Not a stitch of clothing. He liked to do these things to see me get flustered and upset, but seeing as I had all morning to get used to the sight, I merely smiled absently.
Yes, well, darling it is a bit cold in here, isn't it? I said, reassuringly patting his arm. He made a strangled noise and sat bolt upright, glaring at me. I threw back my head and laughed, shutting the door behind me before Penelope could peep in to see what outrageous stunt my boyfriend had pulled now. He, and by extension, I, was getting a name around the building for always being good for a laugh if we had had a fight. His I'm sorry's were never said with words, always extravagant gestures that bordered on the ridiculous even if they were quite charming. Don't worry, you affirmed your manhood many times thi
Oh Vagina Why Must You Bleed?Oh vagina why must you bleed?Oh Vagina Why Must You Bleed?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cant you let me be happy and free
why must you make those seven days hell
and why must my laundry bill be so high that it makes me sell my dell
Sure you make men fall head over heels
and give jobs to very many fine ladies on street corners
but the blood everywhere wrecks their deals
then they will starve and have no mourners
all because of you vagina
even effecting the Asians in china
why must you give up so many god damn emotions
and -aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh oh god why, waaaahhhh I ran out of lotion
do seals even have a vagina?
Your so prejudice against us humans
especially those who live in Carolina
SO GIVE US BACK OUR GADDAMN HAPPINESS!
Slytherin AmbitionBottles were stacking up around him. His eyes were bagged and deep, his hair dishevled from running his hands through it again and again and again...Slytherin Ambition6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Newly empty, Draco Malfoy slammed his butterbeer bottle on the couter once more, followed by more money. "Another," he demanded.
Madam Rosmerta looked up at him from the counter she was wiping down. "Come again?"
"Another!" he snapped viciously.
She cocked her hip. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut you off." She started toward him, the rag over her shoulder.
His icy blue glare snapped up to her eyes. "Listen, it works like this: I keep giving you money, you have to keep giving me butterbeers."
She started collecting his bottles. One, two, three... "No, it works like this: My bar, my rules. I don't have to do anything." Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen... Merlin! Who had given him this many? She'd have to talk to her workers. "I'm cutting you off.
Draco stood suddenly, knocking over his stool with a bang. Nevermind the other Hogwarts student
RvB - Freelancer FormNameRvB - Freelancer Form4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Personality and History
Who I am.I am another broken heart.Who I am.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am just one of a billion specks of dust.
I am a girl with low-self esteem.
I am a person longing for a purpose.
I am a victim who needs help.
I am nothing without something to believe in.
I am someone who clings to other people.
I am influenced by everything and everyone.
I am a dead soul who hasn't lived yet.
I am the critic that hates everything.
I am the murderer with blood forever on my hands.
I am the grateful child, forever burdened.
I am an over-achiever who needs to be perfect.
I am the dreamer who will never reach her dreams.
I am dirty and disgusting.
I am ugly and gritty.
I am a human who does things only for herself.
I am a friend who isn't a very good friend.
I am the most jealous of all the jealous.
I am the prisoner trapped in her own never-changing world.
I am the traveler lost in the past.
I am the young lady, who isn't fit to be a girl.
I am the lover who loves all.
I am a filthy sinner who likes to sin.
I am a disobedient follower of God.
After the Battle - Chapter 1Harry slumped onto the four-poster bed and let out a long sigh. He lay on his back silently, staring at the maroon canvas that hung above him, not looking up when he heard Hermione enter the dormitory, nor when he felt the mattress sink as Ron sat down beside him.After the Battle - Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How are you feeling? Ron asked him.
Harry thought about this for a moment. He wasnt sure that he could give a satisfactory answer.
Tired. he said finally, just tired.
And it was the truth; he felt like he had gone for so long without sleep that his mind would be unable to process the magnitude of the days events until he had a full nights rest in which to recover.
He pulled himself into a sitting position and looked at Ron.
What about you?
I dunno, he shrugged, weird, you know? Like I dont know how to feel. I s pose its still sinking in.
Harry nodded, and looked across the room. Hermione?
She was sat on the next bed, lo
Detention CH12Hermione couldn't contain herself. For an entire summer she hadn't seen or so much as heard a thing from Draco. She was growing weary of Harry and his temper. She couldn't help that she wasn't allowed to write him with any substantial news. Did Harry honestly think that she would purposely leave him out of the loop? She had also prohibited herself from writing Draco as well when she showed up and Number 12 Grimmauld Place. If someone on his end found out Draco was writing a 'mudblood'... well, the thought just sent shivers down her spine. But also the thought of Dumbledore, the Weasley's, or even Sirius finding out that she was writing the son of a known Death Eater was just something she did not think she could handle. If Harry reacted this way about her not writing him, then what would Draco do?Detention CH128 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hermione sat in the train compartment with her Gryfindor friends, plus a newly introduced Luna "Loony" Lovegood, fretting over her next encounter with Draco. Would he be furious
Just You and MeA tiny baby with tufts of ginger hair was curled up with his thumb in his mouth, fast asleep. Looking down at him with a sad smile on her face, and a single, crystalline tear drop rolling down her cheek, was Andromeda Tonks.Just You and Me7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was yearning to pick him up, to hold him in her arms, feel his little hands wrap around her finger and plant a kiss on his button nose, but she did not want to wake him.
The sky outside was deathly black, but she could not get to sleep. A few long hours ago, her beloved daughter had left to fight he who must not be named. Arthur Weasleys silver Weasel had materialised in the kitchen and announced; Harrys at Hogwarts were fighting! She had watched helplessly as Remus had left hurriedly, Dora begging him to allow her to come with him, as he told her firmly, you need to stay with Teddy. She had pleaded with her daughter as she walked out of the door after Remus had left, knowing fully that nothing she said would hav
How to Survive Draco Malfoy 2How to Survive Draco MalfoyHow to Survive Draco Malfoy 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part one: Sod It All With a Wrackspurted Dung Beetle
Sod it all with a wrakspurted dung beetle! I jumped up and down, clutching my foot desperately, trying to smooth out the feeling that someone had impaled me under my toenails. The explicative was learned from Ron and used to great effect. I sat down in the middle of the hall, papers previously tucked into my hand crinkling under me as I peeled off a sock to examine the toenails to find the blood blister where my toenail had bent. The hall was almost deserted, a witch hurrying away as I continued to mutter dire threats under my breath. I finally got a hold on the pain well enough to survey around me and groaned as I realized that my work for the morning was spread out in a fan where it had tumbled from my arms. I glared at the offending floorboard as it mocked me, standing innocently cockeyed, an inch off kilter. Here I am, sitting in the middle of the most important magical hub in England, in a
Pirates LifeI sail at nightPirates Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sail at dawn
I sail for life
I sail for fun
I sail for wonders
I sail for treasure
I sail for desires
I sail for pleasure
The wind in my sail
For those who try
Will ultimately fail
Load you pistols
Shine your swords
We clash with steel
For the Pirate Lords
Pieces of Eight
Or Pieces of Nine
Whatever the cost
They WILL be mine
Whenever you're ready
To join and set sail
We aim for the distance
By the Sirens wail
Summer Draco and HermioneI don't know why I let him talk me into this. Granted, we did happen to have the day off from work at the same time, and it was rather nice out. I can feel the pressure of his eyes boring into my back as I slipped my t-shirt off, leaving me quite exposed. I could already feel the sun crisping my skin as I hastily applied suntan lotion. Soft fingers found my skin and I almost jumped as hands, more gentle than I ever would have imagined, smoothed the creamy skin saver over my back. I sat down on the towel, propping one leg up and rested my chest against it as I stretched to get the lotion between my toes. I chanced a look over my shoulder to see what he was doing to protect his incredibly fair skin from the sun.Summer Draco and Hermione7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nothing. He was staring at me with that terribly endearing lopsided grin that he saved for me and me alone.
You know I was having doubts about this whole beach thing, seeing as I didn't think you would take the time to look up magical ways to keep from sunburn.
AmericaXReader: Cloudy with a chance for LoveAmericaXReader: Cloudy with a chance for Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
AmericaxReader: Cloudy With a Chance of Love
(Name) was running to the bus stop on a cold, windy day. You had overslept and were running late for school. "Oh no, I'm thirty minutes late!" (Name) said. As (Name) turned on the corner, she bumped into something hard and fell on her butt.
"Ouch." (Name) muttered. "Are you okay, dude?!" You heard someone say. (Name) looked up and saw soft, caring blue eyes look into her.
"I'm fine." (Name) replied and looked back down. (Name) got up and dusted herself off. You turned back to look at the person who helped her. What you saw was a rather handsome man that had sandy blond hair with a cowlick, wearing a captain America tee shirt covered by a brown bomber jacket and jeans. You blushed, but hid it.
"Ummm...Thanks for the concern." You said still blushing.
The man, then put on a goofy smile, exclaimed, "No Problem, after all I'm a hero!" Then, a horrible sound came from your stomach.
The man laughed and asked, "Hungry?" You nodded.
He laughed, and
After the Battle - Chapter 7Harry knocked on the oak door and stepped away.After the Battle - Chapter 76 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It took a few minutes for Andromeda to answer. When she finally opened the door, she smiled at him in a way that, while genuine, seemed to Harry to be rather forced.
Hello dear, she said, come in.
It suddenly struck Harry just how much the woman that stood in front of him had lost in the past months. She wearing patched, greying robes, had large black rings around her eyes, and her greasy hair was tied in a tight bun at the top of her head. He got the impression that she had neither, or washed or slept properly in several days.
He hadnt thought of this. Coming to meet Teddy, Harry had been so enveloped in his own losses that he had forgotten that this woman had lost a husband, a daughter, and a son-in-law, and the only family she now had was her motherless grandson. For a moment, Harry considered leaving, but managed to pull himself together.
Hello, Mrs. Tonks, he said. It felt odd to be calling s
Am I?Am I beautiful?Am I?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I emo?
Am I worth it?
Am I selfish?
Am I a fail?
Am I weak?
Am I broken?
Am I mentally ill?
Am I weird?
Am I boring?
Am I an ill fit?
Am I a hypocrite?
Am I plain?
Am I different?
Am I too young?
Am I insignificant?
Am I true?
Am I enough?
Silent EmbraceThe silence leaks this night so freeSilent Embrace7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
its letting out some memory
cloaked by evenings on a pier
with nothing like a person near
letting tears, yes, tears, fall down
wearing my weariness like a crown
I fold my arms around you on sight
so you will have some warmth tonight.
Christmas at Grimauld PlaceIt was Christmas Eve, and number 12, Grimauld Place was exceptionally quiet. Alone in his room, Sirius stared out at the darkening garden from his window as the first tiny stars began to blink into existence.Christmas at Grimauld Place7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Christmas; it was definitely not his favourite time of the year. He couldnt stand his family at the best of times, but he could usually manage to stay out of the way. At Christmas, though, he was forced to sit around a table with all of them and endure their taunts and criticisms. Then there was the inevitable reminder of his ubiquitous failure as a son that came in the form of his presents always subtly inferior in comparison to those of Regulas.
Sirius looked at his watch. It was only seven-thirty. He could have sworn it was much later.
Two years ago at this time he had been at the Potters in an attempt to avoid his family. He and James had sat in the tinsel-rimmed living room, laughing blissfully at some joke, while the Christmas tree glistened in the corner.
The Maraders Meet***The Maraders Meet7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Got your clothes?
Mum! Im gonna be late!
James Potter broke free from his mothers grip. His trolley in one hand, his owl, Marauder, in the other. He was almost free but his father grabbed his arm. Got my cloak? he hissed in his sons ear. James nodded. His dad let go of his arm, and James waved to his parents as he disappeared through the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10.
Then he saw it, for the first time. He was almost in awe at the huge scarlet steam engine. He started rolling his trolley to the trains nearest door. There was some noise behind him that told him someone else was coming through the wall. It was one boy, he looked totally alone, but comfortable in it. He looked to James. They made eye contact for
Love.Eyes close.Love.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knees go weak.
Lips quiver as they touch.
Names are gasped.
Hair is tugged.
Mommy, why'd you abort me?Dear Mommy,Mommy, why'd you abort me?7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I learned who I was going to be today. You were going to name me Mirabella, the name you had always wanted to give to your baby if you had a girl. You loved the name because it was unusual and you always wanted a daughter who would stand out of the crowd. Id have looked like daddy with my brown hair and blue eyes but I would have had your face. Youd want to spend every moment with me from the minute I was born and I would love you.
On my first day of kindergarten, Id cling to your leg but once you finally pried me off, I would have so much fun at school that Id never want to leave. Id get straight As all through school and Id spend a lot of time reading. That always gave you something to brag about since none of the other kids would ever read. I would have had quite an overactive imagination and you would constantly tell me I should write some of the books that I read.
You and daddy would look so proud on my first day of high school
The Phoenix Requiem - Chapter 2The Phoenix Requiem - Chapter 23 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few days after, Eydis woke up. Her mind still hazy, in an unknown place.
The bed in which she's laying is covered with star shaped cushions and surrounded by purple sheer curtains with tiny sparks.
After standing up and looking around, she suddenly realize the glass roof above her head. It is the night and the stars are sparkling with all their might, as if they were trying to impress the crescent moon.
But, where was she ?
Eydis is bringed back to reality by loud steps coming near. The sound of tableware crashing and breaking on the floor incite her, not without worry, to open the door. On the other side, in the middle of a corridor …
" Ah, I made a mess again !! " said the woman who apparently fell on the floor. Eydis immediately noticed her uncommon hair color : mainly blue with bangs going purple and her ponytail with a gradient from blue to teal and green. All sprakling as if it were made with star or crystal powder.
"Hum ? I'm glad you finally woke up, I wa