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
Forbidden Love...Forbidden Love...4 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
To ____To finally dieTo ____3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To call it quits.
To finally end
My restless fits.
My fits of rage.
My fits of despair.
My fits to which
No damage of can be repaired.
To have my last laugh with life
And my final fight with fate
Before I hit the dirt
And think of non more late.
To finally die...
Call it quits...
To put a rest
To my bleeding wrists.
Sleds, Snow, and Hot ChocolateProsper would have burst into laughter at the picture before him had he not been absolutely positive that said action would earn him a snowball to the face. Blaire was sitting on bright yellow sled , bundled up in at least fifty layers, wearing the expression of a five year old recently given an ice cream cone. The sled, in turn, was poised at the top of a large, rather daunting looking hill, and Blaire was attempting to convince him to go sledding with her.Sleds, Snow, and Hot Chocolate6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pleeeeease!" She continued, adopting a pout onto her formerly excited face.
"I'm wearing sweatpants," He pointed out, "Cloth sweatpants."
"Oh, suck it up, you baby," Blaire countered, which impressed Prosper quite a bit, since it usually took a lot more for her to start insulting him.
"What, and walk two miles home in soaking wet britches?" He questioned, "I'll pass on that."
"Fine." She said, sulking, "then at least help me up." She held out a hand to him, which Prosper was a little reluctant to take, since Blaire relenting in so
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
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
Cow of the Wild - Chapter 2CHAPTER 2 I DARE YOUCow of the Wild - Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think I'm going to claw my own eyes out, I'm so bored," Alari complained.
Midnight looked over from where she was leaping up at the ceiling of the den, snapping at roots and trying to pull them down.
"You should try this, Alari. It's kind of fun," she invited her friend.
Alari padded over and watched Midnight leap for the root again, her jaws snapping shut on air, her body falling back to the ground. Alari was highly unimpressed with this game, but gave it a try anyway.
Leaning low to the ground and bunching her muscles, then rocketing up at the root. When her face reached the ceiling she quickly snapped at the root, her teeth closing over it easily. Midnight laughed as she hung there by her teeth for a moment and then flopped to the ground when the root broke. The ceiling showered them all with a layer of light red dust. Midnight and Alari both doubled over in laughter while Bone paced nervously.
10: Elle's RevengeElle ripped her arm free of the large sailor's grip as he hauled her up from the ladder and onto the deck. She nearly fell to the floor, feeling so detached and disoriented from the horror she had just witnessed that her whole body was numb.10: Elle's Revenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mias is dead.
She felt a sharp twisting in her chest at the very thought, and she wanted nothing more than to crumple to the floor and cry. She looked towards the island, only able to see the outline of the cliffs and the glimmer of waves as they drifted onto the shore. Elle wanted to hurl herself over the side of the ship, to swim back to Mias and hold him in her arms one last time. But she knew there would be no point in it, that all the wishing and crying, all the promises and kisses in the world would never bring him back. All she could do now was hope that Mias knew what she felt for him. That his love for her was matched by her love for him.
She watched as Elias climbed up the last few steps of the ladder with a wide grin on his face,
Sad Poems.As I sit down at my desk, I wonder what to write.Sad Poems.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Should I write about hardships, or suffering and plight.
Does this poem have to be sad though, I ask myself all the time.
It hurts me just to think about it, I can't, I won't, not this time.
I think well maybe, just this once, I can go back to my better place.
So I think about the sad times, and almost bring a tear to my face.
I write and sit, and I sit and write, till it chokes me up inside.
I've almost finshed it now, I can read it once, then hopefully put it aside.
Dare I ever do another one, I probably won't this time.
I'd rather write about my happy times, my loves, my goals in life.
So was this writing worth it, in its truth all said and done.
At least the sadness is out the way now, I can go back to having fun.
Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 3Two People:Thief King Bakura x Reader: Chapter 34 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
FourThe noise in the airport should have been unbearable, but to Prosper it was muted, shoved to the background while he tried in vain to think of something to say. Other passengers were yelling and running past them, but Prosper felt as if the silence stretching between him and Fae was unbearable. She managed a smile for him, but it was strained, and Prosper knew that there was no real happiness behind it.Four5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is for the best," she murmured, gently grasping his hands in hers, "but, I'm glad, at least... that we'll get this. Closure. I would never want to end what we've had over the phone, or... well, you know what I mean."
"I..." Prosper couldn't finish the sentence, and perhaps for the first time in his life, he could think of absolutely nothing to say. He didn't usually struggle for a way to put his thoughts into words, so for that usual talent to depart him at a time like this was terrifying. Fear rushed over him, and he wondered, not for the first time, if he was making the b
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,
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
Daddy!AmericaXKid!ReaderXPrussiaCheesey: CHAPTER ELEVEN~~!!!Daddy!AmericaXKid!ReaderXPrussia3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
America: Americat was amazing~!
Prussia: Jour shtupid cat tried to kill me!
America: Americat was just saving reader-tan from harm~!
Prussia: vas not!
America: was too!
Cheesey: just do the disclaimer....-_-”
America & Prussia: Cheesey owns nothing ‘cept the plot
Previously: Fine...if you do everything I say no matter what for a whole week!
Day three; Gilbert...the Superhero~!
You laughed as Prussia came down the stairs in the outfit your father had picked out to fit the theme of the party he was throwing that night. the theme was ‘Super heros’ and Prussia was dressed up in a superman costume with the red spandex and everything.
“It’s not that funny frau...” he looked unamused as you had to support your self on America’s shoulder to not fall over
Test Tube ZombieFuzzy, that's what the world looks like to the patient on the medical room table. His eyes blink once, twice, three times, a forth, slowly surroundings come into focus. Everything is stiff and feels disjointed. The air is filled with the chemical sting of sterilizer and he squints against the harsh lights and blindingly white walls. Sounds are nothing more than buzzing that struggles to become clear. He groans and tries to move only to discover the unpleasant restraint of metal cuffs.Test Tube Zombie3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Canyouhearme?" A voice sounds. It's hazy and slurred to his ears. The voice resonates again, "Can youhear me? Ian?"
Ian. That name something inside his brain begins to stir, memories start being processed. Somehow he recalls that Ian is his name, he also recalls that he's a subject here at a military base. A former solider? He can't remember. Slowly he forces his head to nod.
"Good," the sound of a pen on paper is the next to filter through his ears. "Do you know where you are?" He shakes his head,
Careful What You Do. EnglandXReaderXChildAmericaCareful What You Do. EnglandXReaderXChildAmerica3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Careful What You Do. England X Reader X Child America
Arthur Kirkland was home, he took the day off from work to be with his young son Alfred when he comes home from school. However those plans of going to get ice-cream and playing catch in the park might be canceled when Arthur gets a phone call from the school; Alfred was in the principal’s office and it wasn’t for a medal of some sorts.
He entered the building and went to the Mr. Oxenstierna office. Alfred was sitting in a chair and quickly sunk in his seat as his father and Mr. Oxenstierna introduced each other. “Mr. Oxenstierna, may I ask what my son has done to get himself in here?” Arthur glared at the boy then to the principal. Mr. Oxenstierna looked at Arthur and then picked up a folder. “We’ll start with he’s been rude this a girl in his class, often pushing her and doodling on her papers in class. He’s also been name calling her. During snack time Alfred takes her cookies