FrostbittenWinter is her favorite time of the year.Frostbitten2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something that most people don't truly believe in.
A boy whom she met long ago.
She still remembers the day like it was yesterday. Running around in the forest, laughing and tasting the snowflakes as they fell down into her parted lips and melting immediately on her tongue. All bundled up as a precaution, even though the winter has always been kind to h
SpainxRunaway!Reader: Family Problems Part 1((WHOLE CHAPTER ANTONIO POV))SpainxRunaway!Reader: Family Problems Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
I had just finished my siesta when Lovi kicked me out of the house for a walk in the park or something. He said something around, "I need at least an hour without your loud spanish ass babbling or your loud snoring bastard!" and he kicked me out to take a walk or something.
Lovi is so cute when he's angry! Just like when he was a little chibi!
I walked through the park, skipping around trees, chasing squirrels, and avoiding women who tried to flirt with me.
I didn't feel like dealing with pretty ladies today, just needed some time alone, to clear my mind, like Lovi wanted!
I walked into a secret garden that was hidden in the back of the park, no one has found it yet, except for me.
I walked towards an old unfinished gazebo that I sat around when I needed to clear my head.
But I found something different in my gazebo, not just a small white bench, but a beautiful girl sitting on it.
He had messed up (h/l) (h/c) locks that fell like a curtain, shielding her
Guardian Angel PrussiaxReaderxLittle!Germany PrussiaxReaderxLittle!GermanyGuardian Angel PrussiaxReaderxLittle!Germany3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You were quite comfortable in your bed that you shared with your husband Gilbert Beilschmidt. Your face
buried in his toned chest. And his annoying snore that you had gotten used to over time was the only thing
breaking the silence.
"*snore* Kesesesese~ *snore* Kesesesesese~"
You sighed as you suddenly felt a tug at the sleeve of your nightgown. You rolled over to face your 5
Protector EnglandxReaderYou huddled in the corner of your room, pleading in your mind for the voices to be quiet, for the shouting and yelling outside to stop. You were terrified. You had only recently moved into a house on your own, and now you knew why the rent was so cheap; drunken uproars was of the norm to happen every night, and you hated it. You already had many drunken idiots arrive on your doorstep, banging on your door and windows, most of the time shouting abuse at you, and this was another one of those times.Protector EnglandxReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come on, you slut! Open the door already!" You trembled from each bang that echoed through the small house. You had tried to stand up for yourself the first night this had happened, only to have an empty bottle swung against your head, causing you to need multiple stitches. If it wasn't for the blonde gentleman, who you believed to be also drunk at the time, punching the offender in the face, knocking him out and him somehow taking you down to the hospital, you wouldn't know where you would
Spain X Reader*Apparently there is a manga series called Faster than a Kiss which has a very similar plot. I didn't know that. I went and read it and it's freakily similar. ^^" So I am sorry if it looks like that story. I didn't know. If it bugs any of you let me know. I'll remove this.Spain X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Big Sister?" your little brother looked up worriedly at you.
"Huh?" you jerk yourself back to reality.
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." you squeezed his little hand in your and guided him into the daycare. Though the clean playground and though the colorful doors.
"Good morning (y/n)!" Spain smiled his usual cheerful smile. "Here to drop off (lb/n)?"
"Yep." you said meekly. You hoped he didn't notice the dark circled under your eyes and how your checks were slightly hollow. You had been abandoned by you drunken mother. You had been spending the last few weeks taking care of your little brother, going to school, and working your part time job at a restaurant. But it was becoming to much for you.
"Eh?" you si
F.A.C.E Family: Night Francis and Arthur just finished tucking the boys in and were currently closing the door silently behind them. Both men were good parents, maybe even great, but there was word that some of the couples in the neighborhood (mostly a small majority) seemed to frown upon them.F.A.C.E Family: Night2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Both men had it hard enough in their lives, both of them for completely different reasons. Francis was pansexual, meaning he doesn't care about gender or such to show him to love. His son Matthew was a complete mistake, the mother didn't want anything to do with the boy and handed custody over to him. Although he loved his son dearly.
Around the same time, Arthur was forced into a marriage, his parents not wanting their son to be known as a homosexual. His son, Alfred, was born a few days after Francis' Matthew. Alfred's mother turned out to be abusive, hurting the child. Arthur filed for a restraining order, custody of his son and a divorce on the same day and quickly won custody of the poor child.
When both men
NaPoWriMo: Day 3Today,NaPoWriMo: Day 32 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wanted to pluck my ribs
from out my chest &
hang them about my house
like wind chimes-
a taunt for hungry wolves.
I didn’t grab for sharp objects,
I just wrote about it.
I never knew
I wanted to be a writer
until I lost something.
I still don’t know what that is-
(my mind, maybe.)
they fill gaps
that had no stories
to keep them
from hollowing out
in the first place.
UKBrosxTeen!ReaderxChild!Fem!EnglandOrphan. You hated that word. To you, it was the most unfair thing in the world. You were 14 years old and never got adopted. You honestly wanted to run away and just find your own way. You had contemplated this for a long time and felt like you would go through with it tonight. But of course, something held you back. 'Where would I go? What can I do when I get to that place? How will I support myself?' Those exact thoughts were going through your mind right now. You were quickly whisked away from those thoughts when a little girl with green eyes and blonde pigtails tugged on your shirt.UKBrosxTeen!ReaderxChild!Fem!England2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"____, can you play with me?" The little girl asked while clutching a Barbie doll. This little girl was like your own child. Her name was Alice and she was only four years old when the orphanage found her on their doorstep. You smiled at the memory and nodded to Alice.
"Okay sweetie. But what are we gonna do? I don't have a dolly!" You said with mock horror. Alice scampered off as fast as a six year old
Rome x Reader - GrandparentsYou walked along the streets to the nursing home. You were planning on very visiting a very special man that you had a warm place in your heart for. Of course, much to surprise, he wasn't your grandfather. It was your (ex)friend's grandfather, whom had abandoned him to drink, party, and all the other illegal things that went with it. You and her used to visit him often, until her downward spiral. Even though you two didn't talk anymore, you still visited her grandfather, since he honestly didn't have anyone else. He was also the person you vented to, about anything and everything.Rome x Reader - Grandparents3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Opening the door to the home, the front-desk nurse automatically recognized you, waving a friendly greeting.
"Oh hello there, _____! Grandpa Rome's been talking about you!" She smiled, leading you to his room. "He'll be happy to see you."
The nurse quickly ushered you to Grandpa Rome's room, and you walk in to see him sitting in a chair, reading a book and drinking wi
A Note on DrowningI am writing this letter for myself. If you have found this letter, please give it to me. If you find that I lack the will to read, if my mind is gone, if my hands are bloodied, tell me at least, that the song is near its end. If I am dead [indistinguishable]A Note on Drowning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Written in the margin: IF I AM DEAD THROW ME TO THE SEA]
In laying out the bones of my terrors, a solution may be found.
I’ll start before the beginning, when Mother took me for walks on the beach and told stories. Together we missed my father, who sailed the sea. These are my earliest memories, but I remember things had always been this way. We walked together, and I counted my many steps and Mother’s few. When I stretched my legs, I could make it so my path went over only her footprints.
The sand was soft where she had stepped. Elsewhere was gritty, and unclean.
I was young for all of Mother’s stories. Here I will write the relevant one as best I remember.
“A sailor was on a ship. This ship was far of
Turkey x Reader: The Rhythm WithinTHE RHYTHM WITHIN: TURKEY X READERTurkey x Reader: The Rhythm Within3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The soft whispering of her name and the gentle shake of her shoulder woke (Name) from her slumber. Letting a small noise of disapproval escape her lips, she forced her eyelids to lift, blinking away the hazy sheen sleep left over her sight. Olive green orbs came onto focus. Flecks of golden affection sparkled in them as they were hidden by caramel lids and replaced with expanses of sun kissed skin as lips pressed themselves onto her forehead. The hand on her shoulder slid up her neck to tangle its fingers in her hair.
"Must you always wake me amidst the best of dreams?"
"Is this reality not better than a dream?"he smoothly countered.
"Not with the backache your son has decided to bestow on me these past days."
The Turk released a breathy laugh and kissed the tip of her nose. (Name) scrunched it up and shot him an un-amused glare. As if he had heard his parents, the babe in her womb gave a mighty kick and a yelp bounced out of her throat. Gently
What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...WE WILL MARCH ON.What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
WE WILL CARRY ON.
WE WILL FOREVER SUPPORT THE BAND THAT HAS HELPED US AND MILLIONS LIKE US.
I DON'T CARE.
I HAVE ALREADY SEEN MY LIFE ON THE SCREEEN, AND I ALREADY HATE IT, NO MATTER IF IT STARTED WITH AN ALRIGHT SCENE.
EVERYTHING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAS DONE FOR ME, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, I WILL BE THERE.
IF THERE'S NO BAND, I'LL JUST MAKE ONE UP IN MY MIND.
WE WILL BE WITH MCR, EVEN IF THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'LL BE IN MY HEART AND HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT.
I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A SAD SONG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HOSPITAL STAY MY WHOLE LIFE EVER SINCE I FIGURED OUT I HAD THREE TUMORS IN MY RIGHT KNEE.
WHY AM I JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE FLOW OF LYRICS TO DISENCHANTED?
WHY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
NOTHING WILL MATTER AFTER I'M GONE, BECAUSE MY LIFE WAS WITH THE BAND.
I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE OR NOTHING, BUT MY LIFE WAS BASED ON THEM, IT THRIVES FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
WHAT DOES IT STAND F
Dying!RomexGrandaughter!ReaderYour little brother was weeping on your shoulder. "He can't go, he can't!" The little Italian blew his nose on your shoulder.Dying!RomexGrandaughter!Reader2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Calm down, Italy. Grandpa Rome will be fine. He's the world's biggest empire. He can't die." But he was. The greatest empire would be no more. Who would control the land? Feliciano was just a little boy. Romano was with big brother Spain. Who would be the next Roman Empire?
Germaina stepped out of Rome's chamber. "______, your grandfather wishes to speak to you." He opened the curtain. You stepped into the lavish room.
"Ah belle~ come sit beside me." Rome was sitting up on a couch. He attempted to stand up, but he fell back down.
"Grandfather!" You ran by his side.
"I'm fine. This reminds me of the day I met your Grandmother. God she knew how to-"
"Grandfather, Italy is right outside. I don't want him to here you talk like that. Besides, that is a little disgusting." Even on his deathbed, Rome can still think about the sex he has had over the
Seabird,I found your number today,Seabird,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one for your townhome in Maine;
do you like the shore?
Have you watched the silver water
wash upon the sand, leaving in its wake
the dark traces of a lonely Poseidon
who seeks to leave his brand upon
those who left him
when the eons passed and we wised up
to his antics
and more blatant cruelty?
Maybe I'll call you,
but I want you to know I'm with
someone, and he's kinder to me
than you ever were. He took me to
the Pier, where we rode the Ferris Wheel,
and I thought of you calling me a child
when I was one,
but you had me unrepentant;
I'll admit I'm bitter,
but are you seeing someone? Someone
younger? Someone who worships
the lines you transcribe to paper from
the contours of shadows, the gentle fold
of cloth over the wooden chair I gave you,
but then you told me, I need this for my portfolio?
Do you have the keepsakes you stole
from my bedroom, like the sweatshirt emblazoned
with my high school's mascot?
Do you know you're the one I hate
to talk about? Or
uselessi must have rippeduseless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a million petals from
thousands of flowers
to see if you'd come back
when you didn't
i shoved them
as far down
the garbage disposal
When They Know- Eight -APH-When They Know- Eight -APH-4 years ago in Drama More Like This
England felt his throat dry up, disbelief washing over him. His body shook. This scene it was haunting. Not just seeing the young men he was so close to, but also seeing nations like himself trapped with guns to their heads. He hoped the government was tracking where this was coming from, he hoped that the villain wouldn't do anything until the authorities got there. He hoped that America and Canada would get out alive.
The smack that followed left a red mark on America's face. The country's lips were tight as he glared at the villain.
"If you do not speak, Matthew will die."
"It was you, wasn't it?"
America growled, "You started all of this. How did you find out? How did you know there was something there?"
The man smirked. "Oh, so you're taking up these poor citizen's times with your wild accusations-"
"You heard about us and bugged the room. Then you sold the information and once you caught the world's attention you captured us to make a big show. That's all
The Garagei apologized because God was silent;The Garage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
though we called His name,
His voice did not ring from the Heavens
or even tremble in the oil puddles
already quivering at our feet;
His hand did not descend to guide us
and you could never feel His love
when i promised it was there;
"is faith stupidity?" you asked me,
dragging a stick through one dark smear,
rainbows shifting on its surface;
gray clouds shifted;
i apologized because God was silent.
the past kills.Back in the daythe past kills.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when immature jokes were cool
and high socks fitted right in,
I would've been a perfect match for you.
Back in the day when I was ice on the inside,
always feisty and protective over my little heart,
and when I was never without a smile plastered on my face,
I was more alive than you could ever imagine.
Back in the day when it was okay to have dreams
that could reach the sky at night
and reach a shooting star,
when I was a happy little girl whose always been a dreamer,
I forgot how lucky I was to have you.
Back in the day when I didn't really get the meaning of the word ''despair''
because I was too bright,
Oh, would I ever kill to go back in time.
Andrew Andrew knows four languages and doesn't speak a word of any. His talents are carving pumpkins, washing windows, caring. His fault is caring too much. He cares too much when I don't wear jackets and when I get my feet wet and when I don't talk. He cared when he held my hand and I let him and he cared when he kissed me and I didn't kiss him back. I don't know what he cares about now. Andrew is dead.Andrew3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He died two days ago and now his picture populates the papers, the television. It's a picture of him in the hospital, smiling at his mom. She's curled tightly in a metal chair beside him, face turned away. The doctor stands at the end of the bed, his head thrown back, a chuckle trapped in his throat. Andrew is too skinny, dark body outlined against the white sheets of the bed.
Three days ago they told us over the announcements that Andrew was scheduled to come home within a week.
The ice cream bet (Dad PolandXChild Reader)Toris sighed, leading Ivan to a nice cafe he used to frequent with his friend. Ivan said he wanted to go someplace new and had forced Toris into showing him where he hung out when he wasn’t on the job.The ice cream bet (Dad PolandXChild Reader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rubbing his temples, he opened the door, the familiar chime on the door tingling through the room.
“Welcome back!” The bartender greeted him cheerily, nodding his head to where there was a table free. Toris smiled thankfully, crossing the cafe to get to their spot. The moment he’d shrugged off his coat and offered Ivan a seat, his ears were met by a familiar voice.
“I can like totally do this! Chill!”
Toris groaned, not now..... he thought, turning to see where Feliks was sitting. As soon as his eyes find him they widened, for sitting next to him was a little girl. It looked as though she was challenging him to something, her hands on her small sides and talking to him in her small voice.
“It won’t work papa, I’ve told you this before
Your child (Child CanadaXReader)The little blond's body trembled as you washed him gently. The warm water soaked him thoroughly, grit and dirt drifting in the bath. You were horrified at the amount of filth you managed to clean from him, but you had to admit that he already looked a lot better.Your child (Child CanadaXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The boy you'd discovered in the alley close to your home was small, frightened and quivering like a leaf. His stained clothes and teddy-bear were spinning in the washing machine at that very moment and you rinsed his hair a few times.
He'd regained a bit of colour on his cheeks and he splashed the water between his dimpled hands. You replayed the scene from before in your head.
"Where's your mum?" You asked tentatively. The little boy merely shook his head, burying his nose in his bear. "What about your dad?" His purple eyes watered and he shook his head again.
You bit your lip in worry, glancing around for someone that could help you. "S-s'il t-vo-vous plait, aidez-m-moi?" His shaking voice snapped you out of your musings, on
Still Still (YouTube Link Included)See me perform this hereStill Still (YouTube Link Included)1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The boy I like
told me that everything in the universe
is made of stars.
He described them eating themselves,
the iron corrupting the heart,
the spat out destitution of a would-be sun;
I could relate.
I went home and wrote
‘You are the ephemeral glitter in the eye of a manic universe –
and I am the debris clogging the arteries of stars as they
That’s the difference between us.
In the world of evenings as poetry –
he is the star studded sky.
His heart is the rocking moon that generously shares its sun with us.
He is the moment when you realise that you live
in the space between brilliance and beauty,
and you still matter.
As for me,
in that same evening,
I am a lake.
I reflect a reflection.
I refract a resurrection of a sun
I can only see the sun through smoke
and my heart is so drowned in anxiety
that no warmth will ever go right through me.
So I look at the bo
Santa: Father!GermanyXChild!Reader"Vati?"Santa: Father!GermanyXChild!Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ludwig opened his eyes, meeting your excited little eyes. He smiled to himself and sat up in bed. His hand went to your head as he patted it. He had recently adopted you. It was your first Christmas with the family. Needless to say, you were beside yourself in joy and bouncing with excitement. He had been nervous when adopting you but he felt very much reassured that you were as happy with the decision as he was. Now he just had to make sure this Christmas would be the best one you ever had.
"Why are there presents downstairs?" you asked.
"Saint Nicholas vas here. He gives gifts to good little boys and girls. The bad children get coal."
You giggled. He didn't understand what was so funny. Instead, you reached up and combed back his hair with your tiny fingers, like you had seen him do. A fond smile crossed his face as you waited patiently for him to get out of bed. He got up and put his robe on. Gilbert often said that Ludwig had you trained like a dog but Ludwig liked seeing i