I Was WrongMaybe I was wrongI Was Wrong4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't need me
That's why you left
I'm the one that needs you
I don't feel the need to change myself to make you want me again
If who I am isn't good enough, then maybe I'm better off alone
I wish things could go back to being like they were
Me and you
Fitting perfectly together
Letting everything disappear
I know I'm young
People tell me I'll find someone else
That I'll love again
But I don't know if I can be that open with anyone other than you
I'm too guarded
I have trouble seeing myself with anyone but
I know how to be strong and that I shouldn't let one relationship ruin me
But in all honesty
I am lost without you
Hetalia, You'll never Know, Part two, FinalHetalia, You'll never Know, Part two, Final3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You griped tightly onto the pillow as you cried, after America had left and you had run to your bedroom, you had somehow managed to crawl into your bed but you barley remember doing it, America was all that was on your mind. "I'm... So, so stupid, I just thought that maybe... Maybe if he knew what I was really feeling... How could I have been so stupid?" You mumbled into the pillow. You had told him to leave and that's exactly what he did, you would have hoped that he would have at least put up a bit of a fight but no, he just walked away. You wanted to be strong, not be affected, to be able to say things like "Well now that he's gone, I can get a move on with my own life" but instead you felt weak, like you couldn't breathe, as if a part of you had died. You forced yourself to get up and stumbled to the bathroom, you looked into the sink mirror, you could barely recognize the girl looking back at you; you (h/c) hair tangled and messy from being stuffed into a pil
Missing GirlsMissing GirlsMissing Girls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These snippets of girls, broadsheets, ballads,
a one paragraph whisper in a smudged newspaper
beneath an ad for a pizza, two for one.
But they are singular despite their raveled tangled names.
They are still awake, a litany of how young girls die.
Delia is gone, 14 years old, cinched and muzzled with rope,
two bullets. He was pardoned. She sleeps somewhere unknown.
Her bones whisper to the unknowns. At least Delia has a song.
Johnny Cash sang about her, the Man in Black.
Did they bury her in black, a thrift store school dress
with sweat stained underarms?
They tell Delia of truck stop stores gaudy with harsh beaten light,
racks of DVDs of Country’s greatest hits. A bus stop smelling of aged urine.
He promised he would leave his wife, girlfriend, so many words.
In a church bathroom. He had a kind face.
Grainy posters stapled to telephone poles, taped to smudged windows,
small store billboards cramped with fading pleas
amidst ads for babysitting, massage and guitar le
No Title 1No Title 15 years ago in Settings More Like This
I had to hurry, Steel had made another new one and left it in the woods alone. I had to find it before it left the safety of the woods or pure humans found it... (It would be human Steel had just bitten and given powers that few knew about, let alone believed. If I got to it in time I had the task of convincing it to trust me and follow me. I would then explain everything as quickly as possible. It had two choices it could join me or Steel. I'm calling it 'It' because I don't know whether it is a male or female or what its name is.)
As I entered the woods I felt my senses go on over drive and I counted my blessings that they were so close to my human home. I never will fit in with the pure humans; I'm not one of them. I began running down the hill, running into trees on the way so I didn't go too fast. 'Ok where is it?' I thought as I reached the bottom of the steep hill. I smirked, I was getting to the bottom faster and faster every time. I began to balance on the moss covered logs so
...What? PrussiaxOblivious!Reader_____ sat in her favorite café, typing away on her laptop. She was pressed for time to finish her term paper for Professor Kirkland. She sipped her (f/f) coffee and took a bite out of her (f/f) muffin when she caught the attention of a certain albino....What? PrussiaxOblivious!Reader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Oh ja," he whispered to himself. "She's so hot. The Awesome Me is so going over there." He swaggered over to _____'s table and sat in front of her. When she didn't look up from her computer, he cleared his throat. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.
"Well hello there," she started. "Can I help you?"
"Ja," he replied. "Do you have a Band-Aid? 'Cause I scraped my knee falling for you," he said with a smirk. _____ pursed her lips.
"I'm sorry, I don't carry Band-Aids with me. I'm sure you can ask someone who works here to get you one out of the first aid kit!" She smiled at him and went back to her term paper.
'Whoa!' he thought. 'She totally ignored my ice-breaker!' He considered a straightfo
.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry Up And Save me"
I'm going through the same day
Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, I can't lie
Oh, you got to me
You were outside today, in the almost one-hundred degree heat doing work for your parents, as they had better things to do...meaning they wanted to stay inside and watch T.V. all day.
You were in charge of most things chore related around the house. Even at age seventeen, your parents still treated you like a ten year old slave, making you do everything for them, and when you refused or had done your chore wrong, you were beaten.
In fact, you had to wear jackets and pants to cover up bruises and scars your parents had given you. Though the ones on your face were just there for you to lie about, and let people think you were clumsy and fell all the time, causing your eye to be black, or your jaw to be bruised. No one would have believed it
Its warm, like youA smile that cares.Its warm, like you5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
He always smiled that way to me.
He never said much,
but his expression was always the same
A walk in the winter time
A cold day.
Yet I never felt it, not with him around
He looked to me.
His eyes burning in mine
He spoke with a tender voice
"Alexis, are you cold?"
I merely shook my head
A small blush forming my face.
He only seemed to smile wider.
It was then that he flexed his coat...
He handed it to me.
I couldn't do it, couldn't take his...
He asked again with a simple charm
I shook my head once more
My own eyes gazing once again into his
"You'll get cold"
He smiled to me again and chuckled
I melted at the sound
He simply shook his head
Then grabbing my hand, he then rubbed it against his cheek
"Not when I'm with you."
My eyes widened as I knew what he meant
His own smile still staring back with love
I then smiled back with a blush across my face
Taking the jacket, I slipped it on around my shoulders
He chuckled and spoke
"How is it?"
MPIxW Contest Entry: Reminiscence~*~MPIxW Contest Entry: Reminiscence3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Indonesia held her head down as Australian sea patrols yelled at her sailors. It was her fifth attempt to try and enter Australia, and yet there was no success. She separated from her vessel and was taken to shore by the Australian guards, where Netherlands would come take her home.
The little girl sat quietly on the beach, surrounded tightly by men with guns. She had just wanted to see her friend; a boy named Yolngu. They had been separated for a long time, and she worried for him. Despite the struggle it took to get on a boat to him, she didn't care. It was worth escaping her room, through the window or through the door. Through the forest or the fields. It didn't matter. Her friend was what mattered.
She hugged her legs to her chest as she shuddered against the ocean breeze. A shadow of a boat appeared on the horizon. It grew bigger and bigger as it got closer, and when it was an enough distance away, a rowboat was deployed and sailed towards the beach. When it docked, Ne
Countries React to Baby Got Back *CRACK*Countries React to http://youtu.be/32i3vNaiqgcCountries React to Baby Got Back *CRACK*4 years ago in Humor More Like This
You waited until all of the countries had assembled in the World Conference Hall. You heard mutters of 'who is this chick' and the like. Yes, none of the countries knew you, but oh how you knew them.
For you see, you were a fangirl of the show Hetalia.
"Thank you all for coming," you shouted as the last person to sit down (which had been China) got situated in his seat. You were standing on the table now, with a large television behind you.
"Uh, love, who are you?" you heard England ask and you beamed at him.
"I'm (Name)(LastName) and I come from the country (country)! I LOVE YOU (COUNTRY)!" you shouted and waved frantically at your country, who blushed a bit.
"Why are you on the table, dudette?" America asked, looking up at you through his glasses.
"No, zhe question isn't why ma petite chou is on le table~ Zhe real question is why she is not wearing a skirt~" you heard France, who happened to be right in the seat to your left, laugh his u
International Love: America The night sky was full of whistles and booms. "Ooo"s and "Ahhh"s echoing all around with each bright display of the fireworks; though, none of those quite matched the loud but happy laughter of the man sitting next to you. The man sitting next to you had short blond hair with what appeared to be a cowlick in the front, wore a tank top with a matching pair of shorts and sandals, and had the brightest blue eyeseyes that currently watched the display before you. You could see the brilliant colors of the fireworks reflected in his glasses. This young man was named Alfred, not the typical guy you'd normally associate yourself with but he seemed so different than you first expected.International Love: America4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, ____, are you okay?" Alfred asked, turning to look at you when he felt eyes upon him. The moment his blue eyes flicked to look at you, you turn away blushing brightly, trying to play it off as if you'd never been staring at
Canada And CleverbotUser: Where are we, Mr. Kumajoko?Canada And Cleverbot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cleverbot: Why would you call me that.
User: Because that's your name, Mr. Kuroro.
Cleverbot: Please stop talking to me.
User: Why, eh?
Cleverbot: Because I am a guy and so are you! Guys don't LOVE each other!
User: W-What!? But... France and England do! And I... I kind of like Prussia a bit...
Cleverbot: I don't think I've been there yet.
User: Where? To Prussia? You couldn't go there, anyway. It's been dissolved.
Cleverbot: When is your birthday?
User: July 1st - Canada Day, eh.
Cleverbot: That would be untidy.
User: What? To have my birthday on that day? That makes no sense.
Cleverbot: I can crash your whole system in 2 min if you want.
User: What system, eh?
Cleverbot: The whole system.
User: Really? Are you Neo, then?
Cleverbot: From The Matrix?
User: Oui! So, are you?
Cleverbot: No, I'm from Hogwarts, School of witchcraft and wizardry.
User: Are you... Professor Snape?
Cleverbot: Nope, but he's sarcastic.
User: He kind of scares me, eh. Almost as
ReaderxNoppera Chapter 2ReaderxNoppera Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The white figure crawls away from the wreckage and lies still. The end of it's antennae bobs and glows, as if it was calling for help. It then turns dull and wilts.
You stare at the body for a few minutes. You feel bad that a poor, seemingly harmless alien-thing is all alone on a foreign planet dying (or already dead). "It must have a family right?" You walk up to the alien's body carefully, holding on to the rock you found. You carefully nudge the body with your foot. It doesn't respond. You sigh and kneel just to pet it's head."Poor guy.."
The antennae twitches and and glows a bit. The alien then tries to poke your arm with it."H-help?"
"Huh?" You turn the alien's head around."Where did that sound come from?" "This is weird! No need to get even weirder!"
The alien places a "hand" on your arm and moves it to the middle of his face. "H-help?" It's breath lingers on your hand.
"Y-yeah..help.." You sling the alien over your shoulders and take it home."Weird day..."
WildflowersSummary: Germany forces Italy to defect to the Allies. They later meet on the battlefield and Germany is injured protecting Italy. His injuries help reunite the long-lost lovers.Wildflowers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Italy carefully added the herbs to the boiling water, making sure they were in just the right proportions to make the perfect pasta. He checked the heat, adjusted the dial, and turned back to the kitchen table. War plans and letters from Germany and Japan were littered across its surface.
He sighed as he took in the mess on his table, sitting down and starting to go through the missives. He went over the supply accounts, making sure everything was up to snuff and accounted for. Then he went over the letters from Germany and their bosses.
He marked his map and sighed. They were losing ground on the front again.
He got up and checked the pasta before turning back to the table. But before he could sit down again Germany burst through his back door. He quickly shut the door behind hi
NetherlandsxReaderxDenmark::You Could Be HappyNetherlandsxReaderxDenmarkNetherlandsxReaderxDenmark::You Could Be Happy4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You Could Be Happy.
You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go
And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head
Tim had woken up one morning from a solemn slumber. One of many he has had for over a year now. Rubbing the back of his head he yawned deeply and slugged into his bathroom, where he then brushed his teeth in silence. After preparing himself to look presentable in the outside world he grabbed his blue and white scarf, his pipe, and his wallet. Just then a small picture fluttered to the floor; cocking an eyebrow, he reached to down to grab it, but stopped after noticing what appeared on the old worn out photo.
He laid his eyes upon an old photograph of him and his ex fiancé, __________. She had taken it with her antique nylon camera when he wasn't looking.
She had a b
Pirate AntonioxReader-Ch.6Pirate Antonio x Reader- Chapter 6Pirate AntonioxReader-Ch.64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your feelings for Antonio were growing everyday as you spent more time with him. You hid your feelings for him; you weren't going to let him get to you.~He's planning something .that's why he's acting so sweet to me I'm not going to let him make a fool of me!~, you thought, not knowing your own stubbornness about the Spaniard.
You woke up one morning to the sound of the crew's voices talking to each other and Romano's voice giving out commands. You yawned and slipped on your boots and fixed your hair then went out to start cleaning the deck like before. The crew was busy running around the whole ship, handling crates and barrels, managing the sails and making sure things were ready. Many of the men got use to seeing you and exchanged smiles and "hellos" to you as you passed by them with. You waved to them then went to Romano, who was yelling at the crew to hurry up. "Come on you lazy asses! We don't have all day!!" The youn
PirateUKxReader Chap 10PirateUKxReader Chapter 10: Precious TreasurePirateUKxReader Chap 104 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I knew I could count on ye. Yer such a good spy, Thomas."
The sun was setting and you and Arthur were sitting on the edge of a dock, your head on his shoulder and his arm around your waist.
"Did you have a good day, love?" He kisses the top of your head and rests his own on of yours.
"Mhm, thank you Arthur. Really. Wow, it's so beautiful, I hate that moments like this don't last long."
"As do I, love." He says, pulling you closer.
"We're not talking about the same thing, are we?"
"Depends, love." You move your head to look at him, your face betraying your confusion.
"On what?" He smirks and leans down closer to your ear.
"On how horny you are." He seductively licks his cheek, closing in on your lips, earning a nice deep blush from you. "You owe me from earlier, love. And I'm not looking forward to taking this bloody corset off." As he mentions the corset, he grabs both your breasts and massages them roughly.
NetherlandsxReader::Apocalypse 3ApocalypseNetherlandsxReader::Apocalypse 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Netherlands x Reader
You felt a warm presence amidst you as you were sleeping. You snuggled closer to the source but then heard a small, yet deep chuckle. Your undamaged eye shot open from the source and you saw a pair of soft green eyes studying you.
"G'mornin' teef." Tim said softly. You frowned and pulled away from his grip. He chuckled again as he rose from the cot as well. That's when you noticed something that made your cheeks burn in embarrassment; he was shirtless. Now, it's not like you have never seen a shirtless man before, but a man that you slightly detest was standing tall and lean in front of you.
Also, something that seemed to spark your attention was that he was far from scrawny, in fact, he was beyond it. He looked rather healthy and fit for times like this. Tim seemed to notice you staring, for he cracked a small smile making you blush a little.
Hitman!PrussiaxReader ~The Underground Truth~ Ch 7The Underground Truth Ch 7Hitman!PrussiaxReader ~The Underground Truth~ Ch 74 years ago in Romance More Like This
--Gilbert's POV from where his story left off--
The Jones Ranch was even farther than the Kirkland Manor taking at least five hours by horseback. Luckily for the Bad Touch Trio, Alfred and Mathew were coming to themin a manner of practicing their sense of directionso all the professional squad had to do was wait. And what a wait it was.
Gilbert threw down the knife he was spinning. "Those two are late! What's taking them so God-damn long?!"
Antonio tried to settle his friend down. "Easy there, Gilbert. They should be here any minute now."
"Uh actually " a quiet voice called from behind the trio causing the three of them to jump. "I've been here for quite some time, but none of you guys were paying any attention to me."
A young boy no older than fifteen was fidgeting in place. He wore a pair of spectacles over his sky-blue eyes. He had wavy dark blondish brown hair and a curled kink sticking out at the top of his head.
Hetalia Wonderland: AlfredxReader Ch.3I'M BACK YA'LL!!! Well, I haven't gone THAT long... I just thought, you know, you guys might have missed me. Not that I'm lonely or care or anything...(lololol so tsundere~) Anyway, last time we left off, Alfred was screaming like a little girl.Hetalia Wonderland: AlfredxReader Ch.34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred: Was not!!!
Author: . . . Sure, whatever you say Alfy.
Alfred: hmpf *pout face*
Author: I'll buy you a burger. NOW MOVING ON >>>>>
I wrote some of the dialogue in RP mode because it's just less work for me. And just another note, if you are wondering why I'm using Alfy instead of the reader on this little adventure, it's because I thought I'd pull away from that cliché. Alfred is one of my favorite Hetalia characters, so that's why I used him. So I'll shut up now so you can read. Enjoy! (while it lasts...)
Sorry if it's a bit long.
"W-who a-are you guys?" Alfred stuttered at the two people in front of him.
"Ve~ we're Tweedledee," said one, "and Tweedledum, bastard," shouted the other. The two looked identical, although
To get along... :Hetaoni, oneshot: "Just run dammit!"To get along... :Hetaoni, oneshot:4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shouted my blonde haired friend, that thing was after us once again and we had next to no strengh left, running was the only ability our weak selves had. Wait, have I introduced myself yet? Oh, I can see why you were confused then. Well my name is Japan and I am going to tell you about what happened when we were in the mansion plus I hope you find this interesting.
We kept on running away deeper into the mansion, but we knew exactly where we were heading despite how giant this mansion happened to be, my head started to feel odd, my legs ached, my sight was being lost, but I had to carry on, we couldn't waste a single person's life. Finally, my eyes spotted the steel door, the door of safety, England saw it as well so we used our very last inch of strengh to sprint into the now open room. I then crashed into something-
"Japan, your back!! I made pasta for
Hitman!PrussiaxReader ~The Underground Truth~ Ch10The Underground Truth Ch 10Hitman!PrussiaxReader ~The Underground Truth~ Ch104 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Here it is: the Beilschmidt Ruby."
"I knew you could get it back, __________!" Grandpa Rome squeezed you in his muscular arms causing you to squeak as the air rushed out of your lungs.
"So, about the Vargas Topaz and Braginski Sapphire " you hinted once Grandpa Rome let go.
"Ah, sì! I was getting to that!" Grandpa Rome beckoned with his finger so you could walk with him. "Follow me."
Grandpa Rome led you outside to the courtyard that was filled with marble columns similar to ancient Roman architecture. There was a long pool in between two rows of columns with little fountains shooting water continuously. At the far end of the pool was a statue of a woman holding a pot over her right shoulder with water gushing out of it.
"Here we are," Grandpa Rome gestured towards the statue of the woman. "The Vargas Topaz is right here." You looked around to see any possible glimmers of golden yellow, but the only thing you saw was a marble statue.
AustriaxReader::You Are My Muse::IYou Are My Muse IAustriaxReader::You Are My Muse::I4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning! There is some violence and implied smut, but it's not bad enough to actually mark it.
They told me I could be anything. They told me to follow my dreams and I will succeed. They told me dreams really do come true, if you believe, you can achieve! They told me, "I'll have the steamed lobster."
And boy, were they wrong.
The name's __(f/n)__, __(f/n)__ __(l/n)__. Yeah, I'm a struggling artist. They told me to follow my dreams, so I did and look where it landed me? That's right; I'm a low class, minimum wage, no-college-degree-because-I-dropped-out waitress at a high end restaurant, taking orders from a man who makes thousands every day.
"Alright, would you like an appetizer while you wait for your meal, sir?" you asked. The man arched an eyebrow, looking over at his perfect, big-breasted, long blond haired da
Hitman!PrussiaxReader ~The Underground Truth~ Ch13The Underground Truth Ch 13Hitman!PrussiaxReader ~The Underground Truth~ Ch134 years ago in Romance More Like This
You coughed up blood from your internal injury. Taking out the knife wouldn't do any good; it would only make you bleed faster.
"Allistor " You fell to the ground and began to feel cold and faint. You were beginning to piece things together. "Why? Why did you steal the Braginski Sapphire?"
Allistor kneeled beside you and swept back your hair revealing the three lightless gemstones granted to you by three of the main families in [country name]. Yanking the knife out of you, he cut off your braid in the same fashion Gilbert once did to the Beilschmidt Ruby.
"No! Gaarrrkggh!" You were starting to lose blood at a rapid pace. If this kept up, you were going to die.
"You could have been happy," Allistor said with a pained note in his voice. He held your limp head against his chest and caressed you. "We all could have been happy: you, me, me brothers "
You looked into Allistor's green eyes. He had a gentle smile as if telling you every
NetherlandsxReader::ApocalypseApocalypseNetherlandsxReader::Apocalypse4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning! There is some slight foul language.. But nonetheless, enjoy!
It all started on a day like many others. There was no sign, no trace of the insanity that fell upon us. It was all so sudden, so out-of-nowhere; truth was, nobody saw it coming. The catastrophic events that left the world crippling in the palm of fate's hand
"Tabula Rasa" was what people were calling it; a clean slate, God telling us to start all over again. Many would preach for forgiveness, good health, and such things that would give them hope. But fate laughed pitifully at their "hope".
Such a damned word it was. Truth was there was no hope. None; everyone was either dying or dead at this point and survival was scarce.
It was a cloudy morning in the city of London, England, but there was something off about today, it felt odd.