Break Your Heart: Chapter 2 (2P!AmericaxReader)Break Your Heart: Chapter 2 (2P!AmericaxReader)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
(C/N) braced herself for impact from the bat, it was the only thing she could do because she was paralyzed with fear. Al picked his bat up and swung it over his shoulder, resting it there. "See ya, sugar." He smirked at her, if his sunglasses had been off; she could have seen a glint in his red eyes. Chills ran down (F/N's) spine when Al brushed past her on his way out of the alley. She hurried out of the alley when the nation was sure that she was safe.
"What in the hell was that?" The nation questioned the previous events aloud. She was still shaking in fear as she entered her hotel room. (F/N) rationalized what had happened by deciding she had simply imagined the whole thing. She stripped herself of her clothes after she had triple checked the locks and then walked to the bathroom. The hot, steaming water pulsated against her shoulders as she rolled them back against the pressure stress fell away as she did so.
Lavender scented suds cascaded down her (H/L) (H/C) locks and onto her s
Hetaoni Dairies: HetaliaXReader Part 4Hetaoni Dairies: HetaliaXReader Part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hetaoni Dairies Part 4
You blushed once you noticed to two of you were like. Your hands on each side of his head, your legs between his legs. You were over him and he was looking at your lips then to your eyes, he blushed and turns his head. Both your eyes connected for second time, minutes seem to slow down then. This has never happen to you before."Ummm....____-san can, ummm get of me please "he asked. You woke up from your trance and got off him, a blush still left upon both your cheeks. "S-sorry Japan, It just...I kind of got kick out the room a-and you were there" you replied.
He nodded and sat up then stopped, "____-san how did you get in there when you were with Germany-san?"He asked you, two words came in your head from god? Guy. "Tell, die" wisped in your head. "Well you see after you left...... Germany gave me this key you see, and I thought I go check it out and that..."you replied showing him the keys, "I found this one two but....that t-thing was there and that
It starts with a flash-bang and a Majulahi.It starts with a flash-bang and a Majulah3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
June's hauled her here again and
she's tapping at my classroom window,
A gazillion tiny fingers rapping in succession
(When she said "invitation" I didn't realise she meant
soaking half the country, the spike in umbrella prices has
nothing to do with me)
What's worse than an impatient child
is one with the whole atmosphere as her battering ram
when she tries to say something the urgency brims over
and one million exclamation marks
is beginning to sound like static frazzling
out on the pavements
She is without choice: when Cloud mother tips her out
she must go, and go she will
caught in an obtuse cycle, fought over by heat and
gravity wanting to claim her as territory
thrown about in their wiggly intersections she
falls, rises, and falls again.
Her talent is splitting herself up,
a single place, and then everywhere at once.
She has mastered the skill to the point
that she is a fractal in the air
even before she hits the ground.
She is a cell in a body 66 percent water.
She is a s
Thiefshipping - NightmareThe door of the bedroom flew open, and Bakura’s eyes fell upon the pitiful sight that was Marik Ishtar, writhing in the bedsheets with his nightmares as company. The teary cries that flew from his vocal cords brought agony to Bakura’s ears. The Egyptian was already tangled tightly in the covers, his struggle only making the knots worse.Thiefshipping - Nightmare2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bakura crept closer, calling to Marik softly. The nightmares had just started. He reached down and placed pressure on Marik’s strong shoulder, trying to hold him down and still.
“Marik, wake up. You’re just dreaming,” Bakura said, trying to rouse Marik. His efforts made no avail, and instead made Marik begin to howl louder, thrashing even more violently than before. The sheets began to unwind themselves, and Marik, trying to escape whatever he thought Bakura was, fell out of the bed.
The thief ran to Marik around the bed, hoping the blonde hadn’t hurt himself. He had quieted, and now lay silently on the ground,
DisciplineThe earthy scent of mud was so potent that Bakura could almost taste it, and one prod with his boots confirmed that it had pissed down with rain the night before. The assault course was damp, slippery, and dangerous. Not that the risk of injury held any sway with their leader. If anything, it just made him seem more insistent to have his men train. Some of the guys would say that he was a sadist for it, but most of them just assumed that he was readying them for the battlefield. Nature wouldn’t stop for them there, so they’d have to learn to work around it.Discipline2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
However, what made it worse was that Bakura, was the last one to do it. So now the ladders were covered in slippery mud, the ropes were the same, and the wall had been slicked up by others before him to be a grease trap. Still, he knew that could do it. He had to do it. Bakura took a deep, readying breath, and waited for the order to say that he could begin.
Thirty seconds passed and his muscles were pulled taught, like
.:Please Get Tested For NDRS~ NarutoXReader:..:Please Get Tested For NDRS~ NarutoXReader:.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One randomly sunny day in you were taking a break from training and decided to do one of your usual 'click everything I see to see if I get arrested' . thingies. Well you happened to stumble upon one of those 'self diagnosis sights called 'Urban Dictionary', see it has big words in it so everything in it must be true!
You eyes widened when you read one of the newer entries.
"oh my corn-dog! Everyone in Konaha has this I have to warn lady Tsuade!"so you hopped of on your mission to rid the world of this horrid disuse.
"*sigh* [y/n] although I agree almost everyone on this anime has this 'disuse' I don't really think it's 'deadly'" you shook your head and pointed to the list of people who had already been killed by the epidemic.
"not true Hinata was almost killed by it TWICE!" Lady Tsunade rubbed her temples and just told you to get out of her sight of you would be cleaning her pigs litter box for the re
Joan of ArcLet me tell the tale of Joan of Arc,Joan of Arc6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A courageous woman, with a fiery heart.
She fought for freedom, she fought for love,
She fought for belief in the god above.
And from the hills, with her armor bright,
She was taken on a cold dark night.
From British soldiers she was claimed,
Her glory was forever maimed.
But through blood and tears, she held her pride,
As she was brought away to die.
They bound her hands, they tied her feet,
But for all the pain, she did not weep.
She knew it was not her final day,
For in many hearts, her spirit would stay,
I saw the fire slowly rise,
But there was only glory in her eyes.
And when the fire consumed her whole,
She did not beg, she took it's toll.
The fire took Joan of Arc,
And through her pain she did remark,
"Although my body dies, my soul is free.
My freedom belongs to solely me".
.the reaper plays.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
solitaire when he's got
some time to kill
but when your time's
up it's back to work, cos
he's gotta make a living
like the rest of us
Somewhere Between Creation and Beingthey built him out of sandpaperSomewhere Between Creation and Being3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so he could help those
a little rough around the edges
they gave him rose-colored irises
and put his heart in his throat
so he could only speak love
they wrote him a history
deep within his DNA
(lingering, and a little too clingy)
but he learned to live on promises
instead of mistakes
they gifted him off-center feet
that always leaned into his dreams;
he was tall enough to live
with his head in the clouds.
sometimes waiting gets to you.
it settles your leaden bones
and you forget why your legs won't move
you fall a little too far
into everything you're praying on,
and you don't have the strength to
pull yourself back into normal living.
but he was different
he didn't believe, he knew
time didn't slip,
he nursed it
and he never broke
even though they piled
the weight of the world
on his expectant shoulders
oh my archimedesthere is a mediterranean maelstromoh my archimedes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside of me, and frankly these demented bones,
are inventing a thousand ways to drown
my soul inward,
the curves of my cartilage are overripe vineyards
for myriads of apprehensions blossoming
age, insipid sand charting the honeysuckling
progression of snapping parabolas
the tempests swat opposing ranks
& I am afraid that I have begun to lose myself
between the roaring of my ears,
torrent in a can,
a soulless man -
and what is a man without a soul
[ I'm lighter than that]
these mythical caverns of what once was my days
are condensing into dripping pages,
I want the books to etch my ru
reasons why I don't fly awayabove half-hearted streetlights and industrial floodingreasons why I don't fly away2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and vague misinterpretations, I cut
a little too deep.
it always comes to this; hungry shivers,
dry voices, heavy breaths as your eyes
fixate upon a set point in the distance
which you label as happiness, a nirvana
in plain view but too far
for your rubber legs to take you there.
back then we were theorists developing
a new frontier; we were two dreamers,
two corpses on a collision course in
the desperate season. you warned me
there weren’t enough words to say
beautiful; as it turns out, we
were a slip of the tongue.
I woke this morning
a butterfly. you would like
the sun pouring through my wings and
the feathers collecting
at the foot of my bed.
Comatosethe clock rolls backwardsComatose2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
say hello to cold floors and breathing
ceilings and sleepless nights,
a snowflake city down in flames
and a humming monotony --
fingernails never dug deep enough.
you're stuck on words like I love him and
I miss him and this is it and I
love him I really really love- it's
better to have bled than ghosted
out into the
those are your thoughts suiciding themselves
under the smother of night, no
veneers can hide your
lines- time carved
you a new face and metered
asphyxiated and strung out by
your own needs, at least you had
to write it all off,
but not before you tore the wings off the
weak-willed sparrows and cried
bleached eyes and too much black
liner cover the fact you can't
anymore, you can't
the world and it shouldn't see you
you're sick of butterflies melting on your
fingertips and fairydust that's only of
dreams long dead, and
you nightmared these very days long ago- of
love as a hoax and siphoning smil
Don't Let GoRestrained by insecurity, she is hard to love.Don't Let Go3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her heart however, hides a passion unknown.
An unforeseen utopia, and still so much more.
The problem, huge hearts make easy targets.
The strategy is simple though, easy to learn.
Follow this formula and you'll find your forever.
Hold her tight through all of the happy times,
and the fighting and the anger, don't let go.
If you feel her falling take her hand in yours.
When you feel like she is letting go, catch her.
Protect her with your arms when she is scared.
When she is sad, especially then, don't let go.
Don't let her walk away, even if she wants to.
Bravery is an act, nobody wants to be alone.
It will take work, but the reward is her heart.
And she will treasure you, but don't ever let go.
At night,black birds rest on my eyelids.At night,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am drowning in their feathers.
My dreams are old movies,
( laid out in silent film. )
I asked you to lie to me,
to this supernova skin
to kiss cookie crumb freckles
along my braille throat
as I smothered you
in disheveled heartstrings.
( It did not matter your crow eyes frightened me)
Speaking to me in God's tongue
of watercolor skies
and mid-morning realities.
As we live in a wonderland
of giggling hyenas &
Two Sides of Suicide (For Leelah Alcorn)Messages travel far in death,Two Sides of Suicide (For Leelah Alcorn)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as our words are often
heard in our final breaths.
Though by no means is suicide
a noble act, and I don't
condone it, no matter the fact.
But unlike many of my friends,
I can't consider it a sin,
and at times it's done with the
belief of selflessness.
Though I think a line is drawn,
when we involve those undeserving.
When we ruin an innocent life,
due to our own unnerving.
To put ones self in the line of fire,
in an attempt to rid themselves
of Earth's malicious desires
makes their act selfish,
as they destroy the life
of the innocent.
How can therapy reverse what's been done?
Even if it was suicide,
the damage has been done.
No one deserves to kill she, who wanted death,
who was selfish enough
to leave the deed to a helpless man.
I like to think she was irrational,
as I support her cause. But the more
I think as rational,
the more I curse her loss.
Because no one can describe the horror
of an accidental murder. A murder
Harvesting Stars and building Castles.We harvest the stars from the skyHarvesting Stars and building Castles.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hide them in our pockets
Cage them within jars of glass
Like fireflies on a midsummer eve.
We build castles of sand and air
Devastated as the tide reclaims them
Breathing deeply in quiet sobs
As the sand runs through our fingertips.
We long and yearn for something
Never quite able to define what it is
Reaching for straws to keep above water
As the tide washes over us.
And the wind
in the sand.
The Ring BearerWinds of Spring creeping into open doorsThe Ring Bearer4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that shrivel dandelions and tulips
and daffodils into collapsed balloons
on green jail bars ring against each other
in the groomsman's hurried breeze. He runs off
into the sunset through the neighborhood
of simple living and suburb golf carts.
The boy's tie is a broken propeller
flipping and flyingnoosed for the gallows
running through gardens from rings that aren't his.
The bride and groom are left, bewilderment
striking their glory days in estrangement.
mescalinewe raise bygone czarsmescaline2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to walk amongst the living
like travelers in blue skulls,
& i am a preacher
made of offhand remarks &
long-healed headaches -
oh, the whole world is catatonic.
february is the longest monthi'd like to ask some questionsfebruary is the longest month1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the month of february,
does it hurt
you as much as you hurt me,
being grey and heartless
beneath façades of sun
and do you have any friends
besides january, who pretends
to be as cold as you-
and you can't think
about it as much
as i do, but do you
even look at what you're doing
or do you blame us-
do you simmer in self-pity
for your self-imposed wasteland-
when we think it's you
who's abandoned us
--do you remember what it's like to be august
sweat-soaked and strong and smiling
sun in our hearts
know that i'm thinking of you
driving into the mountains, singing
loudly, trying to forget
i'm still in the middle
do you know
that i'm thinking of you
that i'm wondering if this is really
only halfway out
and do you actually
know how to end?
and do you miss
giving me scars
as much as i miss having them.
this won't end up as a suicide notethere aren’t enough momentsthis won't end up as a suicide note2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love you, or words
in the English language to call you
beautiful. there aren’t enough
heartbeats in me to dedicate you
something you might deserve.
you can no longer lie.
a vengeful earthquake births itself inside
your unkind frame-- bones and skin and
muscle knotted together as an attempt
at something durable; but when you scream,
you don’t wake up. your world
collapses in mounting seconds. words
are a currency and you are
finally rich. you have lived
in the mouths of ghosts for so long
that you can walk through walls;
you aren’t here, you’re choking
on other planets from a lack of oxygen
and understanding. but I will love you,
I will love you; dear wallflower,
your petals are not wilted. dear
anonymous, I could give you a name.
dear hopeless, there are not enough words
in the English language for how beautiful
you really are.
Epilogues like EpitaphsOnce upon a vapid day inEpilogues like Epitaphs3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a town full of glazed-eyed murmurs
ultimately amounting to nothing, she
met a boy who said he'd calculated the
probabilities of wishes and knew what it felt like
to breathe a dream. He told her he'd write
her the world, he'd tell of the promises the
oceans kept and the way the stars never
quite compared to her eyes
but he lied.
And she figured love fancied
narcissism the same way she believed herself
deliquescent. (because we're always looking
for the prettiest ways to say we're
Then on a broken night that tasted of
lucid intoxication and blind reminiscing,
she met a boy built of big words
whose heart sounded authentic [enough],
and when he called her beautiful,
she really believed him.
that is, until the wind stole him away
in the form of a pretty girl who meant
more and was worth less. She
concluded that love feared dying alone
(just as much as she did) and
maybe it wasn't such a travesty to succumb
and let substantiality crash over you. Maybe
Make My MusicYouMake My Music4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At this thing in my chest
I call a Heart
But all the while
Your soft touch
Helped me make music
Know just how to
Pluck each vein
Like a violin
And help the chambers
Of my heart keep rhythm
Like a percussion instrument
There is beauty in the
In the way you
Keep me captive
In the way you slowly break me
Push me down
Until I am scattered points of light
To be swept into The Night Sky