Monsters and Kisses Spain X ReaderMonsters and Kisses Spain X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a dark, stormy, evening. You were all alone with nothing to do. Nothing was on TV and you knew no one would want to do anything with you in this weather. You let out a long sigh and started for the kitchen. A sudden knock came from the front door. You quickly ran to the door and opened it, not wanting whoever it was to get soaked. “Spain what are you doing here?”
“I thought you might be bored all alone, so I came over to see if you might want a bit of company.” Spain gave you a cheerful smile and removed his drenched coat. “You don't mind me being here, right? I can leave if you want me to.”
“No, I don't mind at all. Let me just get you a towel, you soaked and I don't want you to get sick.” Leaving him in your home's entrance, you quickly ran off to fetch him a towel. When you returned he was standing in your TV room drenched and shirtless, looking for a movie to watch with you. “H-here's your towe
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
You're mi tomate now... - (SpainXReader)You're mi tomate now... - (SpainXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“________-_________! ¿Cómo estás ahì? Are you finished with your line?!?”
As your friend said that, you fell on your back on the watery soil. Not really caring about your state.
Why did you? Simple, too tired. And it was not some time of the night, it was 7 o’clock in the morning.
How did you manage to end like this? Lack of sleep? Oh, no no. That night you slept soundly.
It was simply fault of that friend of yours, that cheery, life-is-beautiful, the-sun-is-high, tomato-lover Antonio.
All the junctures of your body were terribly screaming in pain, for standing up too much in one shot. Bringing a hand in your hair, you removed them from your face as the almost burning sun caressed your skin, and the sweat that covered your body.
Picking up tomatoes surely was funny, when you were with him. But hey, after some kilometers the body needs to rest! You were even wondering HOW he managed to do all of this all the mornings.
You closed your e
you have a heavy heartAre we still on the two sisters idea?you have a heavy heart3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay. What else you got?
You have something, what is it?
I've never written an argument. I've got nothing.
You've had one though. You have you and your experiences and everything that defines you and its okay.
I know. I'm scared.
Does this help? Imagining someone to talk to?
You seem real.
And you're not there anymore. Okay. I can do this. Write for someone who looks down on everything I like. Write for someone who looks down on me.
Shall we go over the rules?
Don't write clichéd phrases.
Do you know what that entails?
No. I don't really like how writing has rules. Grammar I can understand, it helps the reader along. But everything else just kills the enjoyment and fun of writing. I'm too scared to write.
Describe me something.
There's a white Kleenex on the floor, with a wasp underneath it. We squashed it with a shoe earlier, but it was still twitching, so s
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
To some people.To some people, it’s called breathing.To some people.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To me, it’s called inhaling poison,
Which drenches my lungs and sinks into my bones
And melts into my mind.
To some people, it’s called anxiety.
To me, it’s called an unbearable shakiness in my soul
The nervousness preventing my from ever escaping
This disease in my heart.
To some people, it’s called living.
To me, it’s called never being able to run away.
Never being able to truly go, truly leave.
To me, it’s called being caught in a nightmare,
While struggling to dream.
Chasing a mystery with no solution.
Escaping your own sanity to reach more sanity,
Freeing yourself from your happiness to find more happiness.
To some people, it’s called life.
There’s no such thing.
Bi-PolaroidWill you take a Polaroid pictureBi-Polaroid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And shake it in your hand
As you wait for it to develop
Please try to understand
That my smile might as well be painted
My tears photoshopped out
I'll add a caption on the reverse
So there will be no doubt
That I swing low like a pendulum
In a grandfather clock
That I fly high as a soaring kite
With each tick and each tock
Will you take a Polaroid picture
And hold me in your hands
As you wait for me to develop
Please try to understand
There'll be days when I'm as cold as ice
I'll thaw myself for you
And those things I said with aggression
I will try to undo
You should take me in to a dark room
And shake me till its clear
The love I show you is very real
The hate just comes from fear
Red Blood, Red Snow Soviet!Russia X ReaderRed Blood, Red Snow Soviet!Russia X Reader2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Red Blood White Snow
READER X (depressed[slightly suicidal?])SOVIET! RUSSIA
Chapter One: Bleeding Sunflowers
“The wisest thing in the world is to cry out before you are hurt. It is no good to cry out after you are hurt; especially after you are mortally hurt. People talk about the impatience of the populace; but sound historians know that most tyrannies have been possible because men moved too late. It is often essential to resist a tyranny before it exists.” –G.K. Chesterson
‘They left. My family, my friends, Gone. What have I done to deserve being alone? I don’t understand. I just wanted everyone to become one with me. A big, happy family; no fighting, no war; Just peace and love. That’s all I ever wanted. Nothing more, love was all I ever truly wanted. Now I will never get that chance.’ Ivan thought miserably as he walked thr
Just TalkWhy don't you smile anymore?- I miss it.Just Talk3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why won't you ever tell me what's wrong?- I always feel like it's me...
Why do you seem so different?- you don't seem alive.
Do you still think of me?- Cuz I think of you.
Do you still love me?- Cuz I love you so much.
I wish you would just tell me.
Just talk to me. Please.
Just. Talk. <3
Falling For My Stalker-Jeff The KillerXReader-Ch 1Falling For My Stalker-Jeff The KillerXReader-Ch 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Falling For My Stalker
Jeff the Killer X Reader
A.N.K well I was asked by a friend to start another Jeff X Reader story since I've been so slow updating the other one and I started this one a little while back so why not?! OK well yeah this, as you see, is a chapter story! Yeah, yeah, I know, I've got to many stories unfinished but my brain keeps making more ideas! DX So this will start out as more of a Jeff V.S. Reader type thing then slip into X Reader! cx OK well let's go!
(F/n), Sam, Terra,: 13 in this chapter
Jeff: 14 in this chapter
"Hey (F/n), what are you doing this weekend?"
(F/n) shook her head, coming out of her thoughts, and looked to her friend. Sam and Terra were staring at her, smiles on their faces and (F/n) sits up and shrugs.
"I don't know. Sit at home I guess. My parents are going on a trip for their anneversary so I'll be alone." She answers, looking to the time. The clock of her last period classroom read 2:45. 5 more minutes before c
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
Request: Boyfriend!Spain x Reader - BabyRequest: Boyfriend!Spain x Reader - Baby2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
You and your boyfriend, Antonio, have been together since High School when he first confessed. Most of it was expected since both of you were childhood friends and both of you were really sweet together.
Although High School was a bit hard because of all his fan girls flocking before him, it was certain that his eyes were none other than- but on yours.
It's been 2 years now, but you both promised that you won't get married to each other yet, but instead work some money for it. At the moment you were living in with him, he was more of a manwife- making you a femhusband.
Not trying to make it complicated, just that he's the one doing the cooking and cleaning, while you do the fixing and buying.
Today, you two were being childish; playing with each other namely from a board game- which you cheated on, but never admitted it.
As it turned into a teasing game, "You're being naughty, (Name)..." Tony set away the gaming board, touch your hip with his cold hand under your shirt and giving you a
BreakCT stared intently at what now remained of Wash's ceramic cat statue, as if her will alone would undo the damage. When that failed, she knelt down beside the broken remnants and carefully scooped the pieces into her hand, biting her lip in concentration. All the while, the real cat observed her from the couch, offering moral support. After she finished cleaning up the remainder of the mess, she placed the broken pieces into an envelope, slipping it into her coat pocket. She pulled on her boots, quickly explained the situation to the cat (so he would not be troubled by her sudden disappearance), and left the house, locking the door behind her.Break2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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She waited patiently at the front desk for someone to respond to her call for assistance. When no one came, she rang the bell a few more times and thought she heard a thud and a muttered curse from the adjacent room. A few seconds later, a woman appeared, smiling as she approached. CT noted that a new bruise was forming ju
Red vs. Blue: Valentine's Day“So when I finally see her again, I think I've narrowed my lines down to like two options, okay? Here they are: One, hey there Carolina, if I said I liked your armor, would you hold it against me? Or two-“Red vs. Blue: Valentine's Day2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“York, please focus.”
“What? Pickup lines are important. Did I ever tell you about how we met? See, I was out one night with my buddies...they abandoned me at some ridiculous nightclub; I think it was called Errera. So I'm just sitting there at the bar bored out of my skull, and I'm flicking this lighter off and on. Then from out of nowhere, she walks up and just grabs the lighter, right out of my hands, and she goes...”
The recording cuts out.
“You want me to play it again?” Church asks quietly, appearing as hologram on the bar, looking at the red-haired freelancer sitting in front of him, leaning on the bar. The bar is quiet, with an atmosphere of melanc
RvB: Fix You"I like fixing things."RvB: Fix You3 years ago in Romance More Like This
York had told her that once. She had walked into his room, intending to ask the tan freelancer about the training schedule, only to find him fiddling with an ancient looking silver pocket watch. He barely glanced up at her, so focused on his project that he almost missed her inquiry. "It's been in my family for generations." He explained. "Dad gave it to me when I joined the army. But it's still pretty old, so it breaks a lot."
"Why don't you just get a new watch?" she had asked, leaning against the door frame. "I'm sure there's a thousand out there that are much better." York stared at her for a long moment, realizing by the way she tipped her head in bewilderment that she just didn't understand. So he simply sighed and offered her an almost pitying smile.
"Some things are just worth fixing Carolina."
Carolina didn't know why those words stuck with her. During training, on missions, in the halfway point between consciousness and dreams, they would somehow glide
Book of LifeThe writings of your life exist here,Book of Life5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On these single pages of your own book,
Are your hopes, your dreams, and your own little fears,
The binding is holding with all it took.
All the cursive differs from page to page,
They are all your hidden secrets held in place,
Taking time to write in your darkened rage,
Letting the book get a strong, bitter taste.
You tear away at your pages, destroying them,
Making your thoughts and words vanish in thin air,
Everything of your life was not near the fin,
No one around you even truly, fully cared.
The very edges of the old book caught on fire,
Time around you was now hanging on a wire.
[APH] Strip Poker - SpainxReader(Name) giggled uncontrollably at the cheerful voice over the phone. Did he really just ask that? There’s no way this man just asked her that. But then again, he seems like one who would do it. Spinning around, she held the phone to her chest and tried to suppress her giddiness.[APH] Strip Poker - SpainxReader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
“_____? You there?”
She squeaked and almost dropped the phone, putting it back to her ear. “Oh yes, sorry Antonio.” She rushed around the room, trying to clean it up. “So you want to come over?”
He chuckled and she smiled. “Si, I would love to. I’ll be over in a minute.”
They ended the call and she finished cleaning. Her best friend and crush was coming over, so she had to look good. Of course, she couldn’t do much, but whatever she could do. Setting out food and drinks, she tidied up what was left just as the doorbell rang. Freezing, she looked at the door and took a deep breath.
Answering it quickly, she found the happy Spaniard on the other sid
how to be a writergrab a sharpie and paint your nose,how to be a writer2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(yes even under your eyes)
write about them.
adopt a dishonest love for
and showcase it with your speech;
fill it to the brim with references.
especially if you haven't read him
and don't know who he died
listen to music you will never like
to write verses everyone else
make them say yes
when you're writing about saying
glorify your sadness.
it can be innovated
and every chance you get
fall in love with people you
know your parents will hate.
love till you are out of space to
write about the sea
and how it's fucking
write about space and how
the universe is either against you
or with us all in equal
behind your words;
start writing the truth
with your lies.
engulf metaphors in the morning,
find depression a
Sunburn: Part 3 Once they had made it to the door, Stan opened it, revealing a room filled with candles. Now, when a room filled with candles is imagined, the imaginer tends to place these waxy-light givers around the sides of the room or in some ritualistic shape on the floor. This was not the case. Candles burned everywhere, on every exposed surface, dripping their wax as they shone. The room was totally filled with lit candles, excluding, for some strange reason, the fireplace. The furniture was coated with such a thick layer of wax that it was not recognizable, and the wallpaper was stained black with soot. The stairs were directly across the room, leading to the second floor.Sunburn: Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I have heard of romantic candle-light, but this is RED-iculous, ammirite, Tex?” Stan grinned. Annie said nothing. Stan hovered the platforms over what could have been a table, kicking over some of the candles with his boots to clear a spot for the two of them. With another flick of hi
Sunburn: Part 4 After greeting the carpet with his face, Stan got to his feet just in time to see the Annie shut him in the room. This time, however, the room did not become shrouded in darkness, but rather remained fairly well lit. In fact, it looked how a mostly empty room should, with bare walls, a simple carpet, and another doll. This doll, however, was made to look exactly like Annie, it even had black felt sewn onto her back, presumably to represent Shade.Sunburn: Part 42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stan reached down and picked up the doll. To his surprise, nothing bad happened when he did so, much the opposite in fact. There was a click and the door behind him opened. Standing in the doorway (On top of one the pieces from the still-smoldering doors) was Annie, gun raised.
“G-give me the doll!” Annie demanded.
“What? This old thing?” Stan mocked, tossing the doll from one hand to the other, “Well, I found it, and the rule is: Finders keepers. Oh, and tak
Sunburn: Part 2 …IN FACT, IT IS GOING TO BE A BIT COMPLEX. THE RULES, HOWEVER, ARE SIMPLE. FIRST TO GET ANNIE OR STANFORD TO THE BED WINS; BUT MAKE SURE YOU DO NOT TOUCH ME DURING THE GAME. THE COMPLEXITY IS THAT EACH ROOM WILL HAVE A CERTAIN CHALLENGE IN IT FOR YOU TO OVERCOME, EXCLUDING THE LOBBY. THE CHALLENGE WILL BECOME MORE DIFFICULT IF YOU GO THROUGH THE ROOM A SECOND TIME. YOUR CLAY SOLDIERS WILL NOT ACCOMPANY YOU, BUT WILL RATHER STAY IN THE LOBBY. THE GAME WILL BEGIN IN 5 MINUTES; YOU ARE FREE TO EXPLORE THE ROOM TO YOUR LEFT. THE ROOM IN FRONT OF YOU WILL REMAIN LOCKED UNTIL THE GAME BEGINS. GOOD LUCK.Sunburn: Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“So…what do you suppose it meant by ‘the first to get Annie or Stanford to the bed’?” Stan asked softly, attempting to fill the void left by Lava’s powerful voice.
“I am not sure …” replied Annie as she holstered her gun and walked over to th