Patrol Duty (Rin Matsuoka x Reader, Cop!AU)”Excuse me! Please excuse me...!”Patrol Duty (Rin Matsuoka x Reader, Cop!AU)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Your feet hitting hot cement, you hurriedly jogged along the sidewalk, all the while muttering apologies to the passer – by around you. The majority of the people immediately parted to make way for your rushing form; the intimidating uniform of yours playing a huge part in their obedience. You thanked them quietly, and continued on your way.
It was a rather hot Thursday, and the town seemed to be buzzing with people. The streets were crowded and you swore that the number of tourists only doubled. You inwardly wondered if something will happen today. Was there some kind of holiday, that you perhaps missed?
You digged your heels in the ground, picking up your pace. The sun radiated extreme heat, and you grimaced at the fact that you were going to arrive at your job not only late, but all sweaty as well.
”Man, this day already sucks,” you grumbled under your breath.
It all started with your alarm not
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Commission: Mental: RussiaXReaderName: Ivan BraginskiCommission: Mental: RussiaXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Symptoms: Violent tendencies, uncontrollable paranoia and rage, child-like actions and manipulations
You had been his doctor since the day he was checked into the hospital. Often he spent time staring at the wall, as if imagining something. He had attacked other orderlies to the point where they were hospitalized. He had nearly broken your arm once, but he stopped midway in his attack. He started crying, begging you for forgiveness as he hugged you close, and sobbing into your coat. The other doctors assumed you would be afraid of him but you weren't. You couldn't fear him. Somewhere along the line of meeting him, you had fallen for him. He was fierce, loyal and protective, but naïve, hopeless, helpless, hurt You sighed to yourself. No one had visited him. Friends would help his recovery tenfold but he apparently chased everyone away.
Ivan was always alone. He had terrified his friends, brutalized the guards, intimidated the other menta
France x reader x England: White Horse Part 4Previously:France x reader x England: White Horse Part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Vell vhat else did you do to make her angry, zhen?”
“I kissed another woman on our one-year anniversary make-up date…”
“You… VHAT?! That vas so unawesome! I can’t even…” For once in his life, Gilbert was at a loss for words.
“How? Why?” Antonio spoke up.
“I was looking for a new purse for (Name)! I saw a perfect one of Paris and the Eiffel Tower, and I just had to get it! (Name) always wanted to go there with me… Anyways, so I went over to the pashmina-bag woman and she pulled me in and kissed me. I didn’t want to! She’s been forcing herself on me for ages and -”
“Right… really, Francis? How could you do this to your own chica!?”
“It was Merysa!”
(2nd person P.O.V.)
“It was Merysa…” you sniffled, finally saying her name. What Francis did s
:Moonlight: Tenth Doctor x Reader (Oneshot) You are in your living room on your computer. You were sitting on your big couch with your legs tangled in a contorted way. You were on Netflix finishing the last episode the tenth doctor was on. You were crying bunches. You didn't want him to go. You didn't want to see him so sad. You slowly closed your laptop and stared into nothing for a second. You sighed and got up, you walked to your backyard door and looked out the window. Ever since watching Doctor Who, you've been so curious about whats out there and if there was a chance that the Doctor was real. You always go outside and look at the stars. You see something move that's not right, and you always think it might be the doctor. You got a blanket and walked into the backyard to once again search the skies. Your (e/c) eyes twinkle in the moonlight. The sky was beautiful today. So many stars were out. This sight always tested your imagination and let it run wild. You wrapped the blanket around you and pulled up a chai:Moonlight: Tenth Doctor x Reader (Oneshot)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The Girl with the Voice - RalofWe come from the land of the ice and snow,The Girl with the Voice - Ralof4 years ago in Drama More Like This
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
"The Immigrant Song", Led Zeppelin (Page, Plant)
The morning was colder than it had been in recent days. Ralof wasn't convinced that the temperature had anything to do with the climate of Skyrim however; he was sure the camp's proximity to the fort at Broken Tower Redoubt had more to do with the chill up his spine. Those damn Forsworn crawled through the fort; their burning eyes scanning the horizon. Ralof and his men were forced to keep their cooking fires low to prevent unwanted attention. It also meant that they had to rely upon their furs and pelts for added warmth. And he wasn't sure if either was successful.
Low clouds at this elevation were at least helping to provide cover from both directions: preventing discovery from the fort to the south and the caravan that was
Suicide noteDear Mister,Suicide note3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lay empty inside with many thoughts of suicide. Limbo is where I stand above the ground so high. The people below laugh at my failure that has tainted my empty heart. So Mister call my phone, talk to me, tell me why I was born when nobody wants me. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next year you will find my wrenched corpse in my bathtub. The cold water will run down my bloody wrists. Liquor stains my clothes because I drank to my death in a good humor. Dead lips so cold just a touch will break me. No longer will I be your victim of your love rape or abuse. The scars on my body are enough proof of your existence. Tonight I will leave my proof of living by dying. Everything that I hold dear is gone now, you stole my everything.
Someday you will wake and see my face in the mirror with soaked bloody tears that you had drawn. Paint my corpse with your lies of love. Whisper your secrets into mouth, tasting the
La psicologa (ArgxChi-Pasicologa!Reader) Cap1 Dia1Estás contenta.La psicologa (ArgxChi-Pasicologa!Reader) Cap1 Dia12 years ago in Romance More Like This
El otro día te trasladaron como psicóloga de una escuela y ya te encargaron dos chicos, a quienes conocerás hoy. Te encanta tu trabajo, ayudar a los demás a resolver sus problemas te hace sentir una persona superior a los demás, porque sabes que ayudas y contribuyes al bien del mundo... Sin soberbia ni egocentrismo, así piensas. O algo así. Es interesante analizar a las personas, ¿No? Después de todo, por eso y por otras razones escogiste la carrera de psicología.
El colegio es amplio, de una estructura antigua pero no tanto. No logras reconocer la época, ya que parece que fue reformado hace poco. Es un edificio hermoso mas no te detienes a observarlo, estás ansiosa por conocer a tus “pacientes”.
El director te recibe en su oficina con una sonrisa amable y hay algo más en su rostro. ¿Culpa? Sin duda es cansancio, y algo más. No sabes si es culpa u otra cosa. Pero parece exhausto, lo ves en sus facciones, en su cabello marrón descuidado...
Skyrim: The Dragon's Bane C08The Dragon’s BaneSkyrim: The Dragon's Bane C083 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight – To Ride in Snow
The chill air plumed from her mouth as the horse cantered along the river’s shoreline. Spotting the ford to cross, Mira grinned, shot a look over to the other rider whose fair hair was flowing loose from any bonds, matching her steed’s pace easily. Kicking her heels into the horse’s ribs, Mira laughed as the horse bounded across the shallow water toward the snowy plains on the other side. The horse wickered at the sudden freedom of running. Mira could hear a yell coming from Ulfric as he urged his horse to chase after her.
They ran wildly over the snowy plain sparkling pristinely in the pale sunshine, enjoying the bit of freedom from war, politics, and the troubles of the land. It was if they were transported back twenty years when they were young and doing the same chase. Mira swerved her horse, to which Ulric laid a parallel run to Mira. Slapping the reins, Ulfric le
America X Reader: You're the Reason I'm AnnoyingAmerica X Reader: You're the Reason I'm Annoying3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sit on the porch to your house, flapping a handheld fan furiously in front of your face. There is a tall glass of iced tea next to you with exactly five cubes of ice, and you're wearing a loose Union Jack tank, shorts, and flip-flops. Your hair is pulled up into a ponytail (unless you have really short hair, in which case, it's loose), and you're humming a song you've had stuck in your head all day; it's by The Killers, but the name escapes your memory.
You see your neighbor, Alfred Jones, run down his driveway without a shirtone of the reason why you enjoy living in front of him and also a reason you can tolerate these insane temperatures.
He stops to get the mail, and he glances up at you, trying to block the sun with his hand. He waves.
"_______!" he yells.
You wave back.
He sprints across the street and slows down about halfway up your driveway. As he nears you, he blurts, "I hate your shirt!"
You chortle at that. "Arthur seems to like it."
His blue eyes darken as he stop
TomorrowTomorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's so complex
In the minds of society
But once asked
An answer falls instantly
I would have never guessed
I felt that way about you
But now that I look at our past
My next words are true
I would miss you, beyond anything
I undoubtedly would become so broken
I would fall into sorrow and confusion
I never want that to happen
Every human goes through it though
We're given a life
But in the end we have to let it go
When it's our time
But I never want you to leave
I need you to stay
Who else would be there for me?
When I'm having the worst day
My tears fill up these thoughts
Glistening in my eyes
That simple question is too tough
To answer with a lie
It's so difficult
Inside the happy memories of us
I want to see more
And build a stronger trust
You know I hate change
But I know nothing stays the same
I guess I should value everything we have today
Because one day, it will all be in the past, and it'll be too late
I don't know why
But I couldn't give you an answer
Then I st
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you-
I found out that hope can be so wounding
And now I know what meaningful desires can do-
The pieces of my dreams are still crumbling
You made me fade in-and-out of your Heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And then right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into my same old Hell called: vulnerability
This feeling...is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you...so much
The rift between us seems to be infinite
Don't go...don't leave
Don't let go...of me
But when you left me for the last time-
I knew that the wrong kind of love can be so fucking addicting
I realized that you combined my truth with your lie-
You always made your words so fucking convincing
You forced me to despise what I will never have-
As you pretended to hand me m
leitmotif(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely mans hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people dont sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sams recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the first time in my life, the art is optional.leitmotif6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a reason I keep this part peripheral: this is not about drowning. Boys in deep lakes know nothing of footholds, and Noah left the rest of us grateful for something to stand on. Don't expect closure. This is about hindsight. Today, we know that we are spoiled by floors.)
Emily is seei
Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
-Only Me- a short story-Only Me- a short story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't just exist. But I can't live either. I was never meant to live in a world like this. I'm sure of that. Where is the reality I desperately seek? Where is the end of my dream? When I wake up, will I want to go back to sleep?
I don't think I was ever born. I don't remember anything but pain. The pain I cause others. The pain inside my mind. Like a headache that never fades. If I reach out for help I drag that helping hand into the shadows. Into unknown darkness and torment. Nightmares. Perhaps I am a nightmare within a large beautiful dream.
It must be a beautiful dream. Because I met someone from outside, someone pure. Though the world is twisted and cruel she kept her sadness inside, it bloomed again and again within her soul. She came to me with a smile.
I can't remembe
Marceline and PB Vore StoryBased on an RP with :iconhakulikuriku:Marceline and PB Vore Story9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wow, Marceline, isn't this place interesting?" Princess Bubblegum said.
"Yeah, sure, whatever" Marceline shrugs. "It seems kinda boring to me" Marceline responded, floating around lazily, yawning from the sheer boredom.
"Come on, be positive for once in your life." the princess said with a sigh.
"How about be interesting for once, brain lord" she snapped back
"At least I have brains!"
Marceline blushed, and got angry. "I totally have brains!" she shouted, grumbling to herself and crossing her arms
"Sure. You also heed to lose some weight. Getting a little chubby..." PB said, staring down at Marceline's squishy midsection, disapprovingly, her shirt starting to ride up a bit
Marceline reached under her t-shirt, gripping a single pale grey roll of fat in her hands. "Ugh, you're right" she moaned. "I really need to lay off the red" her blush intensified.
"And the people. I only ate one person, she was such a kid." the princess said.
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: JapanCreepypasta: Hetalia Theory: Japan2 years ago in Horror More Like This
[Now read it here in German! Translated by alltimeOpheliac]
The day was beautiful. Cherry blossoms bloomed in the yard, a light breeze scattering some on green grass and landing in a small koi pond. The fish jumped and swam to the landing petals, thinking it was food, but were quickly bored and left. The forest around the small house was swaying lightly.
Despite the beautiful scenery, not all was well in the Honda household. Kiku was a young man, honorable to his family. Many young girls liked him but he didn’t like any of them back. His parents thought it was time for him to remove is bachelor status.
Kiku walked through the paper screen doors, looking curiously at the people kneeling at the small table. His parents were laughing along with a pretty young girl. She wore a light pink kimono decorated with golden flowers and a light blue waist band tied in a bow in th
EndermanxReaderEndermanxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
What was this game to you? You know, other than countless hours being wasted . Other than that, there really is no significant reason to be attached to the game.
You didn't have a significant hold on the game, your friends pretty much just made you play it at one point. Although you particularly liked using a bow and arrow on enemies. Made you feel safer with Creepers and Endermen running around.
But you rarely thought about what it was truly like inside the game though, in the system. What did the world look like from your avatar's perspective? What did your avatar see?
You see boxes on the surface of your screen. Trees. Houses. Even water. Just cubic boxes.
To your little avatar though, the world was different. It was more like reality, the world that you lived. Animals were real in the game so if you needed food, you'd have to kill. If the game was luckily set on peaceful, you didn't worry about killi
Under the Willow TreeThe wind blows with gentle sorrow,Under the Willow Tree2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the weeping girl sits under the willow tree.
She cries all day with the deep pain of a broken heart;
A pain no one else seems to see.
The dark closes in around her;
Her cries echo to the emptiness.
There's nothing left of her soul.
She's meant to die in the cold.
She hollow out her heart;
Tears herself to bits.
She knew she was to broken;
A candle to never be lit.
She carved out her gentle soul,
And stone took its place.
She tossed it to the wind for it was only pain and greif.
She left it to wither under the willow tree.
she lived life under a plate of glass;
To clear to be stone,
But to hard to be smashed.
She grew old all alone.
She never married or had kids;
Only ever wanted to be on her own.
The doctor told her she'd die by the nights' end.
She treated her long needed death as an old friend;
Letting it take her hand and lead her out of bed,
But she had one thing she wanted to be said.
"I am happy that death will finally take me,
ExistenceTwigs scraping viciously at open woundsExistence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stabbing my flesh as I quickly sprint through
A forest so dark, and so cold, and so thick
My heart has been shattered, it’s making me sick
Ripped dirty clothing and blood in my eyes
No one is near to hear my fatal cries
Battling words while I’m battling fists...
How do you fight what just doesn’t exist?
StuckGliding upStuck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out of bones.
As entities are
For Vincent Valentine LoversFor Vincent LoversFor Vincent Valentine Lovers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are perched on the windowsill of your small window in your tiny room, staring off into the distance over the smoggy streets of Midgar. You see him again. Vincent. He's darting in and out past the streetlights on the ground ten stories below. Inspired by the twisting and swirling of his cloak, seeming like smoke at times, you lean over, keeping you balance on the windowsill as you pluck a pencil and paper from a nearby coffee table, and picking up a book for a flat surface. You start to write, occasionally glancing at the red figure below for inspiration.
You swirl and dance,
You're a twisting nether
Formless and solid in the same moment.
Like smoke on the winds.
You're erratic bursts of speed
The thunder of Cerberus,
The echo of your gunshots,
Matching the staccato beat of my heart.
Red like fire,
Silent as a breath,
Mysterious as a distant star
Red like my love.
Your pain is my pain
Your voice is my lullaby,
Your tears play my heartstrings like a harp.
I want to
In My MindI like to talk to my best friendsIn My Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whenever i'm feeling down.
A precious lick of happiness
From their sweet and lovely sound.
I cry the tears of melancholy
Upon their reliable shoulders
A kiss among my scars
As the night grows colder.
A feeling of pure pulchritude
As our friendship does prove true
Yes, i confide in my best friend
If only you could hear them, too.