You are my source to happiness - OneshotYou are my source to happiness - Oneshot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: What is happiness? I mean sure you will get all you want
with money but is that all, will you be happy then? I guess each
individual has a different thought about happiness and so does
Gilbert Beilschmidt …
Warning: Implied sex, Yaoi (boyxboy duhh~), umm fluffiness that might
explode your mind... ooc-ness too >>
My happiness comes from such simple things...
I opened my bloody red eyes and squinted them as the bright sunlight
hit my lens. Wasn't the curtains closed last night? He must have
pulled them up. I can see the bird's nest out on the tree outside.
The temperature must be freezing out there but the tiny white egg has
made it or so it seemed, for there was a small bird cuddling next to
I propped myself up with my arms and felt the bed creaked as I
stepped down to the freezing wooden floor. Pieces of clothing were
scattered across the room. Boy, we were really going at it last
A chuckle escaped my lips as I p
Male!Hungary x Fem!PrussiaMale!Hungary x Fem!Prussia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why doesn't he like me?" Julchen paced her room, thinking of a good reason with a scowl. "I mean, I'm awesome, I'm better looking than her, I'm sexier. So, why doesn't he like me?" She went back and forth in her room, her small bird following her movements until it grew tired and perched on the windowsill. Julchen stopped and sat at the window, resting her head in her hand frowning. "This is so unawesome, mein little birdie." The bird chirped in agreement and nuzzled her owner.
'Sophia's pretty, sure, but she's so stuck up!' Her frowned deepened as she thought. 'Daniel probably doesn't even realize it. He's too busy listening to her talk about pianos and playing with her hair. So unawesome...' A sigh was emitted and Julchen stood up, giving up on the subject for the time being. There were better things to do, like getting drunk off her ass and singing karaoke. That was exactly what she was going to do!
Unexplainable - Tomochika Shibuya/Otoya Ittoki~P~Unexplainable - Tomochika Shibuya/Otoya Ittoki2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Are you all right?"
Otoya jumped a bit at the voice, before turning to eye its owner. There stood the best friend of the woman who had broken his heart, Tomochika Shibuya. Her violet-coloured irises were staring him down from where he was seated a few feet away, concern swirling in them.
Sighing heavily, he blinked at her before directing his gaze back to its original place on the floor. "Honestly, Tomo, no," he breathed, pulling a hand through his shaggy red hair. "But... I guess I have no choice but to eventually buck up, now do I?" He looked up again and gave her a bitter smile, trying to convey that he just wanted to be left alone, but at the same time he was more than grateful for her presence so he could finally have someone to talk to about his feelings and vent his frustrations to.
Tomochika took a tentative step forward, silently asking if she should in fact leave him be, but he shook his head at her and waved the other redhead over. The floor of the dar
Wetting the Bed - Spain X ReaderAuthor’s Note- No, this is not a Spain x Child!Reader. This is a Spain x Teen!Reader. With that said… without further ado…Wetting the Bed - Spain X Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You clutched your pillow tightly as fantasies danced about in your head. Your (h/c) hair fanned out messily onto the plush pillow your head rested upon. “Antonio!” You purred in your sleep. Your amazing dream was about to its climax, when the scenery suddenly changed. A Bathroom…? You were on the toilet; well, relieving yourself… “What the hell?!” Your (e/c) eyes shot open in bewilderment. “At the good part even!” Only then did you notice the smelly yellow liquid staining the sheets below you. “I didn’t…!” You gasped. You rose to change your stained panties and pajama pants, when someone entered your room. “Buenos dias, Chica!” The cheery Spaniard greeted, waving cutely. You yelped, diving back onto the bed and burying yourself under the wet covers.
Counting The MonthsCounting The Months1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Counting the Months
(Iceland x Reader)
(I suggest listening to ‘Tranquillezza for string’ from OHSHC or Ouran High School Host Club If you want the full effect.)
One-shot! Entry for Wildheart63’s “Darlian contest” and Roro0098's "Nordic Contest"
“I’m sorry but I think we should break up.”
“I’m sorry but things just aren’t working out.”
“I’m sorry but you just don’t interest me anymore.”
Even though I do this on a weekly basis you would expect me to know how to ignore it. If you think that you would be wrong. I try and ignore the pang in my heart telling me to apologize but I just cant do that. The apology behind the words ‘I’m sorry’ had empty meaning, I really just don’t care.
I’d be lying to myself; the girls I walk away from don’t mean anything to me. They’re more like Advil?
Hallelujahthere is an angel sitting next to me.Hallelujah2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her hands are tucked like wings against each other,
each blue life-vein peeking out through
too-white, too-thin skin.
a dog-earred copy of The Great Gatsby
waits in the pocket of the seat in front of her.
any other day, that might be a metaphor,
but today it is just a lonely book
whose owner is even lonelier.
there is an angel in the plane seat next to me.
while i am closing my eyes to say goodbye to the ground,
she is opening hers wider to say hello to the sky.
her spine is bending against the metal side,
like maybe if she pushed enough she could be free.
as the plane starts moving faster and faster,
the ground tells me, “see you later.”
and as the wheels draw back into the plane’s belly,
the sky tells her, “welcome back old friend.”
there is an angel sitting next to me on a plane,
and it sounds like the start of a bad joke.
she is beautiful with spindly fingers, fly-away hair,
green eyes and a feather soft smi
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:to the girl i lose my words around5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
getting too attachedto the one night stand, probably sittinggetting too attached1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a taxi on the way back to his overpriced apartment,
this is just to let you know
that i wish i could love like you do.
that is to say, in under thirty minutes and not at all.
this is just to say
congratulations on being my first
one night stand
and also, i just wanted to tell you
that i’m glad you never gave me your name
because if you had, i would have tracked
you down through the whole city,
holding my heart in my hands
until i found you so i could give you
the damn thing.
it’s going to be a long time before
i can get those eyes out of my head, boy.
i wish you had fallen in love with me,
like in those movies or in those books,
and then you would have stayed.
i wish i could have met you
at my workplace and you would
take me out to dinner or to an arcade
or to a midnight showing of a B rated horror film.
i wish you were nervous the first time you kissed me
and that you tasted like a breath mint
instead of cheap
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Canvas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
His Majesty - Prince Spain x Traveler Reader (2)His Majesty - Prince Spain x Traveler Reader (2)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2 - Away We Go
A large gust of wind blew through the tree branches above you, breaking a twig off of a branch and making it land next to your sleeping figure, effectively waking you up to the beautiful sight of a new day’s sunrise.
You rubbed your tired eyes as a yawn slipped out of your mouth. Another day, another trip. A grin creeped onto your face as you thought of the wondrous possibilities that awaited you at your newest destination.
Rifling through your bag, you managed to grab one of your maps of the local area. Today was the day you were traveling to the world-renowned Spanish Kingdom and you couldn’t be more eager. You always held a deep desire to go to one of the ‘proclaimed’ happiest places on Earth and now was your big chance.
Hopping off of your wagon, you walked over to your trusty donkey companion, who was currently sleeping at the moment, to
Close your eyes - Viking!Denmark X Reader~Slut ögonen~Close your eyes - Viking!Denmark X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Viking!Denmark X Reader X Viking!Nordics*
The days were harsh upon the Northen lands,as wind blew cold,ruining the already weak plants which were supposed to feed people around.
Denmark didn't seem to have though such a burdening weather as the other three countries,though when wind came and hit the shore,it just seemed to sweep everything in its way - as the inhabitants did with the conquered lands.
Accustomed to the sunny days from down south - which rarely were either cold or rainy - (Name) couldn't help but feel both sick and gloomy.It had a great impact onto her,not to tell the fact that she was a stranger among people she couldn't trust.
What really kept her alive was the thought that (Brother's Name) has probably reached the extrem southern area,brought to shore by gentle people and taken care of greatly - instead of cold nipping at his skin,he bathed in raw warm sunrays,instead of his lips bruised by frostbit,they were dried from the hot summer air -
the devil's in the detailsthere’s a beautiful boy sitting on the curbthe devil's in the details9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a street somewhere in that time right before
the sun sets and his head is in his hands
and he’s never looked more beautiful or more alone
and you want to tell him it’ll be fine,
that it’ll be okay, that soon he’ll outrun whatever’s
doggin’ his heels, that it may seem crowded now
but there’ll always be more earth
than people, or else we’d be driving
through ghosts and the whole
point of driving is to run away from them.
but he doesn’t have the right kind of eyes
to believe that. they’re red and bloodshot
like he’s been crying too long
to ever listen to you.
you don’t sit down next to him. he does
not expect you to. he may or may not
know you’re even there. if he did,
he’d make you leave because you don’t
belong with him, this angel of a boy,
you don’t want to put him together
you want to watch him finish falling apart
because broken things
weighted down1. I am sixteen, suddenly.weighted down5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have grown up without anyone
telling me. My car keys rest heavily in
my palm. Each new college I hear about
rests heavily on my shoulders. I am
not sure how much longer I can take this,
all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,
of the future I’m not sure I want to have.
My skin feels stretched across my body
in places that don’t really make sense.
I still feel too big in every bad way—I’m
afraid I always will.
2. My first boyfriend tells me he
thinks I must have bits of the
universe inside of me. I try not
to get offended: I know he means to say
that kissing me is like kissing stars,
and that I hold the secrets of creation
inside my soul, but all I can think about
is how huge the universe is.
3. He breaks up with me at night.
For hours, I lean against my truck in
the driveway and look at the sky.
Stars are cold and distant,
I realize. The universe is big
4. Someone in my philosophy class tries to tell me
she can't keep secrets, i can't keep friendsthe first time I see her in months,she can't keep secrets, i can't keep friends1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she still hugs me like i’m the only thing
keeping her world up.
i remember a time when this was true.
we do not talk about anything we used to—
those things have become taboo,
almost while our heads were turned away.
subjects are now landmines, with us tiptoeing around them,
me in my beat up converse and her in her sky-high stilettos.
we do not talk about how she did not say goodbye.
we do not talk about her old-new-old-old-gone boyfriend.
we don’t mention any new holes in my heart
or any new episodes of a now cancelled television show.
we do not talk about the new kid who looks like her
and we don’t talk about the school of new kids she looks at every morning.
i do not tell her that i have written seventeen poems about her
because she does not understand my way of letting go.
i do not tell her that it is close to October
and i have stopped marking off days on my calendar
and today i haven’t eaten any food
but i doubt sh
Com 1/2: Italy X Reader *Love Again*Notes:Com 1/2: Italy X Reader *Love Again*2 years ago in Romance More Like This
-This is a commission for *RhinoGhost who wanted an Italy X Reader with lots of fluff and happiness. Luckily, that’s what Italy’s made of xD It actually wasn’t all the fluffy in the beginning, and I apologize for that!! Dx After this will be the second commission for her, an Iceland X Reader with fluff as well. For now, enjoy some fluffy Italy! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
A gentle breeze filled the cooling, fiery evening air as Feliciano casually strolled through the streets. His hands folded together behind his back, he hummed a soft tune to the sound of his dress shoes clacking against the stone street. He could smell the chilling aroma of the oncoming rainstorm, confirming its presence with a thunderous growl from above. Italy’s lips curled into a pleased grin upon hearing the sound; it made him think of rainy days where he would simply lie in his bed and enjoy the sound of ra
just another adolescent love poemlet’s get this straight right now:just another adolescent love poem5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are people i can only talk to
at four o’clock in the morning, when
the line between decency and secrecy
becomes just as blurred as the one between
night and day.
you’re not one of them.
i’m not ashamed of you.
or scared. and don’t try to tell me that’s not
a miracle because i still check under the bed
for monsters and behind the shower curtain
for serial killers. i know it’s all in my head
but things like that make me terrified;
i mean, i still hold my breath crossing by a cemetery
and someone else is always going to have to kill the spiders.
i’m hoping that someone will be you.
which i’m also hoping i’ll never accidentally tell you
because it’s like i lose all cognitive reasoning
around you, even when we’re fighting.
you split me down the middle, half of me wanting
to tear out your femur and beat some sense into you
and the other half wanting to give anything,
even the foun
Suffocate“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.”Suffocate2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Carmen’s features are stark and cold; like the chiseled lines of Soviet propaganda etched onto an icy street corner. A straight decided nose, high sharp cheekbones, and thin pinched lips. Her eyes are black. We sit together in a small, bare walled, room on a pair of fold up chairs.
I frown. “You mean off?”
“No. I mean on. During the war
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
Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud9Mafia!Russia x Reader - Flower Bud92 years ago in Romance More Like This
For a few nights, you didn't sleep a wink. You were so busy trying to decode the papers, while anger flowed through your brain. How could Grandpa do that to you?! He didn't even know you but as a baby at the time, yet there was his signature, so proudly written like he won a deal. You threw all of the papers on the floor, standing on your feet. You wore comfortable sweat pants and a large baggy t-shirt that belonged to Lovino. It had cartoon-drawing tomatoes all over it, with the Italian words for flower bud on it. You had a similar shirt with little tomato instead of flower bud.
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, turning towards the door. You needed to get out, that was a definite. Your head hurt from so many codes. You slipped on your large coat, Ivan's scarf, and winter boots. Ivan's scarf still smelled like him, despite the fact you washed it. Another smile lit your features as you left the apartment, making sure the place was locked before you headed out for the ca
France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'France X Reader (Oneshot)France X Reader 'Good Morning, Love.'2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Good Morning, Love."
(A/N: This is a fluff intended fanfic. Meaning full of marshmallowey fluffiness. Human and Country names used. Hope you like the first ever fic that I posted in DA. Sorry if it sucks. ;.; )
It was a quiet early morning. The sun was shining brightly through the bedroom window. Lighting up the room. The light slightly blinding, but offering a comforting warmth. You turn to your right, to see your French lover still deep in sleep. Not wanting to disturb him as he was quite tired from yesterday's... ahem.... "activities". You decided you would just prepare some breakfast while waiting for him to wake up.
You slowly get off the bed, carefully as you try not to disturb the Frenchman asleep next to you. You reach for the nearest article of clothing, which happened to be France's shirt. You wore it and buttoned the middle button and slipped into a new pair of underwear and shorts before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
'What to eat..
Georgie's CrumbsThe scars lie in zigzags across my throat. I don't remember the knife that made them, and they're not the point of this story; Annie is, and I'm mentioning them because she never asked about them. I loved her for that. Instead, when she found that I always played extras at the drama club because there were days when I couldn't speak in anything but a whisper, she taught me how to mime. I spent hours practicing in their dusty living room, swaying to the clatter of Georgie's nails on the piano keys. Georgie plays piano like Annie rides horses.Georgie's Crumbs1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I still find the memory of her down by the old dirt road, where he put Georgie's piano. I turn my head and catch the scent of the wind, the way the air felt when she smiled, the way the dirt tasted when I stumbled off the horse and she caught my hand and brought me up beside her, drew me up to the sky.
I sometimes wonder what she'd have done if I'd been on the ground that day. I drew up Rook before the corner because I wasn't bold like Annie, didn'
France x Reader: Dirty PictureYou had been dating Francis for five months. The longest you had ever been with a Frenchman. Well, you couldn't complain; Francis was amazing! He made you feel like you were floating on clouds the whole time. Plus, he was awesome in bed. Oh, yes! The way he would kiss you, tease you, and touch you, had you ruining to him every night.France x Reader: Dirty Picture3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, there were some moments in which he was a bit demanding, like today. It was his birthday and he texted you five things he wanted. Number one is a dinner in the new French restaurant that opened, number two was a new teddy bear, number three was a couple of new rose plants, but the others were a little too much. You were at work and were pretty sure that he was too, but you didn't care what he was going to say.
"Allo?" His sexy voice reached your ears.
"I know it's your birthday, and I know I said I would do anything, but the last two things you want are impossible!" You yelled.
You heard him chuckle, "It's just a little picture."
"No-!" Your cheek
Sheets“I adore you,”Sheets9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she said, whimsically twisted in the rippled gossamer sheets of their bed.
And in these words were memories of weather-worn love letters,
long kisses with smeared roseate lipstick,
and layered mascara outlining her chatoyant eyes,
for he loved the way it looked.
she said months later, tightly grasping the rippled gossamer sheets of her bed.
And in these words were soiled and crumpled goodbye notes,
untarnished roseate lipstick on her opulent lips,
and smeared mascara, creating an ashy mess on her pillowcase,
for who cares if he used to love the way it looked.
She whispered to empty sheets,
“I meant abhor you.”
Hetalia Headcanons: PrussiaHeadcanon: Prussia gets sunburn easily.Hetalia Headcanons: Prussia2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Gilbert put on some sunscreen!!!!" You yelled at your albino boyfriend as he ran toward the ocean water. You two were at the beach enjoying a the sun and the water, but as always, he refused to put sunscreen on. He knows that he has albino skin, so he has to take care of it more than others do.
" (name), come on this is so un-awesome." He said running back to the umbrella you two shared. "You are treating me like a little girl-boy." He said crossing his arms protesting.
"You have to. Do you want to get sunburn....again?" You said remembering numerous accounts of when Gil got sunburn. You had to put soothing cream on his back and arms...it was not a easy task. Not when he kept squirming.
"n-no" He said blushing and looking away.
"then come here and sit down and I will put the sunscreen on your back." You said motioning for him to sit down.
*one timeskip later*
When he was done playing in the ocean with gilbird,