Build God, Then We'll Talk (GermanyXReader) IBuild God, Then We'll Talk (GermanyXReader) I3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were late.
Only by a minute, but the person who was awaiting you was a man of German nationality.
Germans are very punctual people; never late or early. They are always exactly on time, by the millisecond.
And, they regard that everyone else will be exactly on time as well.
Anything else would be just plain old disrespectful.
What made your timing so important was that you needed to show this man lots of respect.
After all, you badly needed something from him and it was highly probable he would not accept.
Without even stopping to see if the lawyer's office in front of you was the right one, you clasped on the door handle and pulled the door open.
There was also no moment to dedicate to observing the nicely adorned waiting room.
No time to imagine how comfy those cushiony appearing chairs were.
Not a second dedicated to seeing what celebrity has done an act that was so outrageous and ridiculous, that all you could was shake your head.
You skipped past it and beelined towards
It's Not LoveIt's Not Love (but it hurts like it)It's Not Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He says things to her that I wish men said to me.
Things like - the image of your beauty
will press in on the eyelids of men
your departure from this lifetime.
Things like - you make me feel like being myself
is not just acceptable but it is wonderful!
That I, being the only me I could ever possibly be,
is proof positive of a chaotic world
creating love and life and joy -
and that no one else but me
could make you smile the way you do.
Things like - I don't need you.
If you were gone I could breathe,
I could pump blood,
I could spit
I could do anything I wanted to -
but I would not want to.
I wouldn't want to do anything
without you by my side.
Things like - I'm always here for you,
because I prioritise the things that matter to me
and you are at the top
- so if that means I can't pay my rent
because I had to come save you
from the fog in your heart - and I lost my job - fuck it.
I'll still come.
...But try not to mak
In Between DreamsIn Between Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Between Dreams
A fragment of a second
Just one slight glance
You're the only person
That puts me in a trance
I feel so close to you
But I am so far away
If only you knew
I felt this way
To fully express this feeling
It's like raw torture at heart
Because you live on without knowing
And it makes me desire you even more
A solace night of dreaming
I thought I never would have it
This longing luxury of sleeping
It's what I've always wanted
I thought it was too much to ask for
A sense of rest and relief
I feel as if it's more than I deserve
It's been so long since I had this nightmaric disease
I wish you could know
Of the peace that you bring me
It's something I never had before
I'd give anything to always have this serenity
Never again do I wish to awake
I can't let this placebo end
It's for my own sake
I can only pretend
When I see your face
Forbidden Love.Forbidden Love.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All of that is now gone FOREVER.
Are you happy now?
Have you satisfied your hate for me?
I can never talk with him again...
My eyes are swollen, heart is numb, an i grab my chest knowing that this is the end.
The feeling of anger, sorrow and sympathy lurks deep within me.
I was hoping that you would understand...how our love is ment to be...
My heart beats, it bleeds cutting me up inside.
Its torture to live without him by my side...
All I now have is memories...
Replaying over and over again...
My dreams are shattered
and my hope disappears like they never even mattered.
Help...I'm lost in the dark...
Suffering from our two worlds that are so, so apart.
I guess this is is a sign from the heavens above...
This is the new beginning... of our FORBIDDEN LOVE.
Dark!England x Reader (Name), or formally known as Mrs. (Last Name), was in her shop as usual. She was creating something that was so foul, but so delicious. (Name) had her (H/C) hair pulled back out of her beautiful face as she cooked the food on the dirty table. Mrs. (Last Name) never bothered to clean the table, since she doesn't get many costumers. Well, that and the fact that only she, Alfred, and Mr. Kirkland were the ones who could see how terribly filthy it is. Nobody even dared question to clean, since they knew (Name) would not.Dark!England x Reader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Speaking of Mr. Kirkland and Alfred, my dear readers, I forgot to explain whom they are. Alfred is the young blond boy that Mrs. (Last Name) and Mr. Kirkland took in when he needed somewhere to stay. (Name) was exceptionally nice to little Alfred. Maybe it was because he was like the son she could never have. Mr. Kirkland, or if you only want his first name, Arthur, was also a cook here at (Name)'s bakery.
Final (SpainXReader)So here is a fic, dedicated to no one in particular, although Matsuri212 did request a SpainXReader, but I'll do another one absolutely written for you I promise!Final (SpainXReader)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Also thank you to all those who faved any of my previous fics and thank you to everyone who watched me, I'm intensely grateful to everyone! Shihagami, signing off~ (Please enjoy ^^)
Your boyfriend jumped up and down in anticipation as the match started. You weren't really a soccer fan, but hey it was the final and it was his team playing. So you settled down on the sofa and giggled at Antonio's excited face.
And they were off! Toni stopped pacing and sat down, enraptured by the game. You crawled over to his side and snuggled into his chest. He put his arms around you and smiled, then his attention was turned towards the game again.
He joined in with the crowd by saying: olé! every time the Spanish team made a successful pass. You giggled when he did which only made him do it more.
You watched and recognized a
Youkai!ReaderxJapan - The story of the Lab's GhostLate at night, in a dark classroom of a well known foreign school in Japan, six boys and one girl gathered. All of them seated to form a circle in the middle of the dimly-lit room. One of them, a mischievous looking German albino, was holding a flashlight to his face and was telling a story in a highly creepy tone.Youkai!ReaderxJapan - The story of the Lab's Ghost3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Room 314 Also known as, the old, dirty and now unused science laboratory " He said, trying his best to scare his audience, most specifically the wavy brown-haired, Hungarian girl who was already looking bored and just about ready to go home.
"U-Uhm, Excuse me Gilbert-san. Sorry to break it to you, but while Room 314 is indeed called the old science lab, it is still being used and maintained by the Chemistry Club, so " A young Japanese man with black hair and brown eyes started to politely interrupt, only to be stopped by the scary glare of the red-eyed story teller named Gilbert.
"Shut it, Kiku! You're ruining the awesome creepy atmosphere I just made!
Never Forget It (AmericaxReaderxEngland)"Dude! Britain! Wait up!" America yelled as he ran towards his ally. "What do you want, you incompetent fool?" England asked, irritation dripping from his voice. America finally caught up to the older nation, trying to catch his breath. "Well? I don't have all day, America." England said, but with more patience this time. "As the hero, I think we should go visit (Name) today! She's been down all week ever since that totally not cool Prussia dumped her." England thought for a bit and said, "All right, I suppose. But just for 5 minutes. I don't think she wants to be bothered." "All right! Let's go dude!" America exclaimed right before he started dragging a very irked England away.Never Forget It (AmericaxReaderxEngland)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~At (Name)'s house~
(Name) sighed. She had just finished cutting up pictures of her and her ex, Prussia. He was a great boyfriend to her and all, but he just didn't have eyes for her. (Name) saw how uncomfortable he was with her and had suggested that they go their separate ways. Pr
The Box Realm (2pEngland x Reader)"Oh, Dragonne One and Two, would you both come here, please?"The Box Realm (2pEngland x Reader)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, two identical sprites soon appeared in front of the slender man in a pastel pink and blue suit. The one who spoke first was the boy, "You called for us?" The little fairies watched as the unnamed man paced back and forth. He glared at them and instructed: "Get the girl and bring her back here."
This time, the girl talked, "Do you wish her to be dead or alive, Master?" Her bright blue eyes watched the man intently. "Alive," He now sat down on a cream coloured sofa. "Bring her back to our realm alive she is of no good use dead."
The duo nodded their tiny heads and flew off to find her. They had precise orders to find her, bring her back alive, and do what is needed. Dragonne One and Dragonne Two or as called by their human names; Kiwi and Kain were chosen by the Master to do this.
Kiwi and Kain were long gone from the realm by now. They would succeed with this task and cont
Request ~ ItalyXReaderXJapan ~ HolidaysYou sit in a airplane on the way to north ireland. Actually you have a interest about this country and heard about how beautiful it is. But unfortunately no one wanted to come with you. You don't have so many friends, only a few really good friends and of course your family, but most of them are afraid to fly.Request ~ ItalyXReaderXJapan ~ Holidays3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sigh and you are just nervous. The airplane start to drive from the runway. You look out of the window until you hear a voice behind you. "Germany, Germany...look, it begins...i'm so nervous", you hear that voice and notice that the man was italian.
Germany only sigh and look out of the window too. Meanwhile Japan only sit still and hope not to die. You look out of the window and hearing always behind your back: "Germany...Germany...Ve~".
Finally the airplane is in the sky and you see the fluffy clouds. Suddenly you hear a french man screaming: "ARTHUR....there are no flying mint bunnies in this plane". Arthur look sad and embarrassed. He whisper: "It's only one and they are
We meet bunny england EnglandxReader finalWe meet bunny england EnglandxReader final3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s been years now a numerous number and Arthur is getting better and back to normal. Although he still fights and argues with everyone, except me, he is now the same England that I fell in love with over the years. I smile every time I see him and hear the laughter in our home……….
“MUM!!!!! LONDON KEEPS PUSHING ME AND PULLING MY PIGGYTAILS!!!!!”
“AM NOT!!! DON’T LISTEN TO HER MOTHER!!! IT’S NOTTINGHAM’S FAULT NOT MINE!!!”
“YEAH RIGHT BIRMINGHAM!!!”
Sighing (name) closes her journal smiling and walks down stairs to see her kids fighting and arguing like their father and uncles.
“Al’right quite it or I’ll tell your father,” smiles (name) since she knows that they always fear their fathers anger since they discovered it when their mother told them of their past together especially during his pirate days.
“Sorry mum,” they say in unison looking embarrassed.
(Name) just chu
On Top of the World- Prince!AlfredxReaderAlfred waved a hand at the smiling crowd, a radient grin crossing his face as he pushed his horse further through the cobbled streets. The majestic white stallion beneath him danced and paced against the grey stone, the prince astride the creature ghosting a gentle hand over its neck and coaxing it along. He hadn't expected the vast amount of people congregated on the streets, the banners and bunting fluttering in the wind; it was a pleasant suprise to see the smiles. It made Alfred's heart soar at the fact that all of the people were there to see him, jubilant because of who he was and what he'd done. The end of a long war had left every kingdom in ruin, the cobalt-eyed adolescent seeking to help his father return prosperity to them all through friendliness and trade. That had been a matter of months ago, and Alfred couldn't help but feel that the dark days were finally over. The fragrant breeze carded through his lazy honeyed locks, cheers and music errupting from the peasants on theOn Top of the World- Prince!AlfredxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
being dawnistart late-- come into the worldbeing dawni2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
all screaming face and flailing limbs
and grasping fingers
that hold to the womb, the room
you've lived. welcome a brother
before you have learned what the word
should mean; before you are carried
on the shoulders of another brother;
before you can begin to understand
the responsibility of you. watch yourself,
your existence, tear apart your family--
be the reason she wants him to leave,
be the reason he can't control
himself. be the reason two brothers
don't understand a father's love.
drown. be flailing limbs and stolen breaths
and splashing water and your father's hands
holding you down. when he is bored,
gulp for breath, gulp for air; don't let yourself
remember this for long. drown again, drown
again; each scenario a different prison,
and you, barcoded into bravery you don't feel,
can't breathe. trail a teddybear from loose fingers,
but be a big girl. stumble over words
like daddy and love and no, no, no,
please. fall up stairs instead of down,
Sleepy HollowSleepy HollowSleepy Hollow3 years ago in Horror More Like This
Headless Horseman!AmericaxReader (again, with my americaxreader binge!)
There have been many tellings of this tale by Washington Irving, but I'm sure you've never heard one quite like this.
"There is no way in hell I'm going down there." You growled at Elizaveta, rubbing your arms in an attempt to keep your hands warm. Currently, the two of you were standing in front of a barely used dirt road that had existed ever since (town name) was founded, one that even today's generation was never daring enough to go down. "It's a stupid legend (y/n)! The horseman isn't real! It's just a story meant to keep us from going out late on nights like tonight, right?" You whimpered in response, biting your lower lip in fear as she began to walk onto the moonlit path. Halloween night usually meant watching some good horror movies, dressing up in costumes, and going trick-r-treating with really good friends. But Elizaveta had to be stubborn, she just had to take that stupid dare from
Prey from Heaven ~DemonReaderXAngelFrance Pt2You had everything planned for today. You had picked the cafe, gotten out the correct money. Now you just had to wait for Francis and Matthieu to arrive at crèches. You didn't know how it was going to go. Your friends teased you about your 'date' as they called it. You brushed it off, you weren't going to give up on this. After the meal you were going to take the couple around town, possibly buy Matthieu a toy or something. You had to prove you were a nice person. Matthieu hugging you was a real positive sign. For some reason you had to pretend to care about the little mortal Francis seemed to care for. But if that was what you had to do, then so be it. You thought back to yesterday. Those big trembling violet eyes. You shook your head. You were not going to start developing feelings for him. You had to keep your eyes on what you wanted. You didn't get much more time as there was some loud voices from the doorway as the children started to file in. You smiled greeting tPrey from Heaven ~DemonReaderXAngelFrance Pt23 years ago in Romance More Like This
existentialism and shoddy metaphorsI was violet-cheeked andexistentialism and shoddy metaphors2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
diamond-hearted; a work
of art in reverse,
tearing between my ribs
and calling it beautiful,
and I wonder now why they
never taught me this in school;
the sepia-saturated glow life
gives out some point after
you’ve realized wishes are
for those who’ve not yet
woken more alone than when
they went to sleep,
they never taught me all
the reasons why or that
sin tastes sweet. I met
my maker once in a backalley
bar, stormy eyes and peppermint
breath, charming off a hangover;
he sighed, “I know how many
days it’ll take you to give up
completely. I know how many
dreams you’ve sold away and
how many lies you need to
swallow before you can fall asleep.
I know that you’ve never quite
grown up and I know that
you’re afraid of me” he
smiled silent and downed
another drink, losing himself
in the ramblings of a solipsistic
existence where “I” am finally all
that matters (and sometimes
I believe I was built hollow
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 72 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enoughNaPoWriMo: Day 62 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love her skin on good days,
to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness
in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
Penpals with a Gentleman: EnglandXReaderCh. 3Penpals with a Gentleman: EnglandXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“(Name), Package!” mom yells from downstairs. I was in the middle of playing (favorite video game) when she called me. Putting the game on pause, I rushed downstairs to find a large package taped with a union jack print duct tape. It’s from Arthur! Grabbing the package, I ran upstairs and opened it up using a box cutter I took out of the drawer. Holy crap! He bought me stuff?! First I read his letter, which made me smile from ear to ear. Then I opened up the bag of candy. Taking one out it is wrapped in clear cellophane. The candy is a mint green with brown stripes. Popping on in my mouth, I savored the cool minty flavor. It tastes delicious! Suddenly, there was a knock on my door.
“(Name) Alfred and Hercules is here to visit.” Mom says behind the door.
“Okay, they can come in!” I replied. Alfred runs in with a couple things he’s received from his penpal. Same with Hercules.
“Dude, you got a package from your pe
Penpals With a Gentleman: EnglandXReaderCh. 5Penpals With a Gentleman: EnglandXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
During the school year, Arthur and I continued to write each other back and forth. Some people told me that emailing would be much quicker, but I think it’s more fun to get a surprise in the mail, instead of reading it online. Plus, I doubt Arthur is the type to use computers. It’s kind of funny, since he’s like an old man sometimes. I stared at the photo Arthur sent me a few months ago. Golden blonde hair, adorable bushy eyebrows, and his eyes. I love his eyes the most. Green like emeralds. From the scale of one to ten on Bella’s hotness rating…well, he just broke that scale.
“(Name), the principal wishes to see you.” My teacher, Mrs. Wetzl says to me. She teaches my favorite class, (f/class). She has to be the most awesome teacher ever. Especially when we get to hear her stories when she lived in Romania. Anyway, I wonder what the principal wants? Taking my bag, I head to the office, and sat down. Five minutes roll by
My ResumeGood reading comprehension,My Resume2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
adequate typing skills,
adept at mental math and making
statistical graphs from lists of information.
Experience with computer programming,
thorough proofreading abilities complemented
by an inclination toward triple-checking.
I can develop fictional hierarchies
to understand the social politics surrounding
and talk for hours about nothing,
rattle off facts about Isherwood, Turing, Nilsen.
Boredom doesn’t affect me,
I read the labels on everything,
pull the clutter out of my closet just
to put it all back in a less ergonomic order.
Three days is the longest I’ve been silent,
I can smile at anyone
without a genuine drop of affability,
and pace my apartment for minutes or days or hours.
Caffeine and nicotine and THC
are the only drugs I’ve recently ingested,
my hands are steady,
I can pick false dichotomies out of advertisements.
My patience for useless tasks is endless,
I can stand on my head,
almost suck my own cock,
not everything is beautifuli.) you held my handnot everything is beautiful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
close to your face
as you whispered
about how this was
ii.) then you met
and then you fucked
a thousand times
i was never okay,
but i didn't care.
iii.) i let you back in.
i let you mend my
i let you build me up
just to tear me back down.
because then you met
and you kissed
and i will never
iv.) you always chose them
i will not settle for second best,
you’re not you,
and i’m not me,
and we’re not us.
it’s heartbreak in the worst
kind of way
because i cannot have you,
but i can’t help myself from
still wanting you anyway.
because i am done loving
someone who will never
love me back.
v.) dear, god,
i hope i am
1920's Slang - A letter from Alfred1920's Slang - A letter from Alfred2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Please read the authors description first, or else this will be way confusing for you
It feels like forever, since I’ve been sent to the big house. I’m sorry I ever had to leave you in the first place; you were such a big cheese to me. I admit, I’ve been such a dumb Dora, I thought that if I put on the ritz I would become an egg, I’m sorry that I had to be such a four-flusher. I thought that I’d be able to get rid of my Jalopy and second rate joe, that I’d mooch the past.
I swear I’m not a cake-eater, darling, I’ve always wanted nothing more than to be your sheik. Baby, you’re the bee’s knees and I’ve got no beef on you. The way you’re always dolled up, it makes you quite the choice bit of calico. I’m surprised that you don’t have other bimbo’s trying to make their way to you, but I guess that’s just more proof that I’m the only big cheese for you. I was