What is Love?Male!Belarus x Psychiatrist!Reader 1What is Love?Male!Belarus x Psychiatrist!Reader 15 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Maybe this wasn't the way to go?
But then again,whose to say any other way would have worked?
Maybe your profession wasn't one that you should have sought after. How can you help others when you can't even help yourself?
The skeletal hands of darkness have places a grip on your heart,and have morphed it into something abnormal.
But,maybe you didn't want it to let go.
Well, there is no maybe. You didn't want it to.
Your mind was filled with melancholy madness,but still a fooling smile was etched onto the skin of your lips. Was your choice of being a psychologist frowned upon by others?
They thought you were brilliant! They thought your mind worked wonders on others.
But if only they knew.
But they won't. You'd make sure of that.
So now heels clanked across the white tiled flooring of the light lavender hall. Sharp (e/c) orbs scanned around the perimeter for any thing out of place. You had a keen eye for just the subtlest of details.
You didn't notice anything different from the usual. A
Pearl X Reader (Request): Not so prom nightPearl X Reader (Request): Not so prom night1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Pearl was pacing back and forth in the men’s changing room.
Today was the last day before the prom night, and Pearl still didn’t find his date. Well, he did. But she was taken. You were taken. Yes, your childood friend had a crush on you since first year of highschool. He loved you and wanted you to be his, but you only saw him as a best friend. The thing was, someone alread had asked you out and it was Volkner. Of course, you couldn’t miss the opportunity to go to the prom with the hottest and most popular guy in the whole Sinnoh. So you said yes, and now Pearl was in depression.
“Relax Pearl, there is another prom next year. You can take her next time,” said Diamond as he finished chaning into his uniform.
“There isn’t a next time!” the blond shouted at his friend.
Blue eyes were widened. “What do you mean? Isn’t there a Senior Prom next year?”
“It’s this year you idiot!”
The raven haired teen tilted
MK: Baby Reptile x ReaderMK: Baby Reptile x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were about to choose an only one baby. Shao Khan will take care of the other ones. So you walk around the palace staring at all the babies. You were about to pick Scorpion but he glared at you angrily and he groan
-Get over here!! - he let escape his chain and throw it at you but he failed and he fell out. You giggled at his clumsyness. He begun to cry and you walk away from him; even as a cute baby he was agressive.
Your eyes were searching for a not common baby. You want to try something different. Your eyes caugh a big egg on the ground. You were confused now; Who would be?. Suddenly the egg begun to move and the egg finally broke reveling a green cute baby. It was Reptile. You were surprised at his appearence but you find him very cute. He had his green mask on his face and he was wearing a diaper. He giggled happily and spit out acid from his mask. You pick him carefully afraid of being spitted by the cute saurian. He was glaring at you with his creepy but cute yellow ey
live'n in a box.a guide tolive'n in a box.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sweet talking a girl into her
i) tell her she's beautiful
and that she looks
like she fell straight from heaven's top 10
and landed with crash
on your lap. ask her to come home
with you. keep
ii) touch her hair when she
sleeps, just to reassure her
that you're there,
and make a promise to her
that you won't just write about her
when you're stoned. say,
"i'll write about you every time i
iii) keep telling her
that it's not too soon, that, yes
it's okay to love again
and that she's only human,
after all. everyone makes mistakes,
you know, and he
was a massive one.
iiii) start to realize
that maybe she's not your princess
trapped in a tower;
in fact, she's more like
a dark hearted teenager
convulsing in the corner
of her own thought process, and
wonder if you want to fight the
iiiii) buy her a ring
and smile at her, because you
love her, as you slip
Estonia x Reader- epoch (Part 2)Estonia x Reader- epoch (Part 2)5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
When you came to school the next day, Eduard was absent.
As well as the day after that.
And the day after that.
You were aware of the fact that he didn't have a cell phone, so you decided to email him. He was one of the few people who checked his emails the same day that he received them.
Are you all right? you'd said in your message. You haven't been showing up to school and everyone's wondering where you are.
This wasn't like Eduard.
He never missed school.
You ignored Natalya and Toris's quarrel over whether or not Ivan was really a good guy and watched Arthur stroll over with his jock brother, Alfred.
Alfred was also quite the ladies' man, except that he mostly seduced the popular basic girls and cheerleader types. He was the captain of the school's football team and was the loudest person you knew.
Alfred was making a scene as usual, ranting about how "dude, the guy has to rush the passer if he wants to do any good for the team", while Arthur was shaking his head and
SPN X-Reader - Sisters, Witches, and Demons “Do you smell something?” Dean wrinkles his nose.SPN X-Reader - Sisters, Witches, and Demons5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Like smoke and . . . incense, maybe?”
“Can’t say that I do.”
If you were being truthful, you can smell it. It is smoke and incense, and it’s coming from you. You haven’t had a chance to change your clothes or wash up, so you have to play innocent until you get one. Luckily, Dean doesn’t keep digging.
It must be a Winchester thing to keep secrets from each other. Your brothers have kept secrets from you and each oth
~Listen to What the Moon Looks Like~~Listen to What the Moon Looks Like~2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“And… what about grass? What does grass look like?” a woman asked her companion, as they continued to walk down the street - the light of the gas lamps illuminating the inky darkness of the night.
The man’s simple response was a noncommittal shrug.
“Well, it’s not exciting, that much I can say. Not much variety as well. Grass in France is no different from grass from Austria or Italy - all in a similar shade of green."
“Green, you say?” The woman asked thoughtfully. “Hmm… I can only imagine what that looks like…"
As she trailed off, silence reigned once more. The pair continued their evening stroll - only the gentle tapping of their shoes against the cobblestone street disrupting the peaceful night's hush.
“…Step,” the man whispered into his partner’s ear. He felt her grip on his arm tighten as she did as instructed and hopped over a small puddle.
Saturn (Secondhand Smoker)Ember lips draw me into their gravitySaturn (Secondhand Smoker)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-their molten lava core-
Until all at once
I’m the Saturn in his smoke rings,
Trapped in the outer holds
Of his universe
Held an eternity’s length away,
But still held
Or maybe just forgotten
(he’s always been forgetful).
Balanced on the edge of existence,
I stare down his solar flare
Lonely among the stars in his eyes,
And wonder when I’ll fall off
This heliocentric kick
And finally throw away his stupid ring.
sleep tightThere are dreamscapes,sleep tight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
vast blank planes that unfurl
in the night to greet me.
They roll off my tongue - like
the lies I used to tell you -
and dribble down my chin,
collecting in the hollow of my throat.
I am swaddled wholly by them,
need no coddling but their
You roam my body,
grace me with your 'why me' smiles,
and grip me tighter.
Cutter's LullabyLets go to sleep; Close our eyes,Cutter's Lullaby7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
We know the pain that they have borne.
Silver metal, shine so bright.
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of blood tickling down,
And wake up just before we drown.
The moonlights shining off our tears,
As we bleed out our own worst fears.
So tonight we start to cry,
And sing the Cutters lullaby
Hushabye, baby, youre almost dead.
You have no pulse and your pillow is red.
Youre family hates you and your friends let you bleed,
Sleep tight with a knife because thats all you need.
Rockabye baby, broken and scarred,
You didnt know life would be this hard.
Time to end the pain that you hid so well,
And down will come baby, straight back to hell.
casual blasphemyfor the past four yearscasual blasphemy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve been in love with a boy
who’s too busy loving life to notice
I exist. I don’t think he’s ever seen me
past his tunnel vision living--
I’m in love with a boy who
wears black gauges and swears
he’s a deist who’s fed up with
the backwards-fucked system
that governs our lives; he talks to me
about the symbolic importance
of hunger and need and rebellion
and isolationism and death as
Orwell and Golding must have written it,
and, god, I just want to crack open
my ribs so he can see the literary
starvation destroying me, the not-quite
metaphoric devastation of my liver and
paper cuts scarring my heart. I want
him to talk to me about the reasons
we ought to avoid college
and capitalism and commitment and explain
to me what this all really means.
[I want to be so unflinchingly honest
with you that it will be as natural
and sinful as all the others
before, just without the glare
of bare skin and self-hate. I want to tell you
I've Really Lost My MindThe young man smiled, with just a touch of embarrassment. “I seem to have lost my mind.”I've Really Lost My Mind1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The female attendant looked at him. “This is a railway ticket office.”
“You want the lost property section over there.” She pointed at a counter where a severe-looking man was rearranging misplaced umbrellas.
“Thank you!” The young man nodded politely and headed across to the other section.
The lost property attendant looked up as the young man approached. “Is it an umbrella you want?” He indicated the display.
The young man appeared to be tempted for a moment by a purple one decorated with cats and dogs, but then apparently remembered why he was there.
“No,” he said. “I’ve lost my mind. I’m pretty sure here was the last time I used it—I was trying to work out what would be the cheapest ticket to Inverness on a weekday in June, outside peak hours, travelling with my back to the engin
BeginningI am multifaceted.Beginning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A night owl perched on a lone branch
whose potential is as broad as the Universe.
The Universe is my deepest fear.
The Universe is more humbling
than being kicked out on the street
because the street has sidewalks
and always leads home.
The Universe is unnerving.
Hydekre - An Excerpt from Intro[Please read description]Hydekre - An Excerpt from Intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The robot scanned the surrounding crowd with his eyes and snagged a glance at every shocked face. The woman who had been fond of his mystery was now cowering against one of the tables. The drunkard at the counter stared with a round gaze that was once drowsy moments before the fight. The tall man with the tattered hat was stiff with shock and the rugged man playing cards at the nearest table looked the robot up and down with windows of astonishment. Yep, the machine thought with a grim frame of mind, same faces every time. Exactly the same. That was his cue to leave before things got too out-of-hand--if they hadn‘t already.
He bent and grabbed his hat off the floor and brushed it off in a smooth, mechanical motion and stepped up to the counter where the ruda was still waiting for him. He grabbed it between his friction-coated fingertips, brought the glass to his face plating and tipped his head back, instantly absorbing the glowing liquid through the kre
in terminusyou say my timeline is infinitesimalin terminus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when compared to your hourglass
anatomy; a never ending cycle ticking
time away like a metronome, and
again gravity refuses to bend for me;
i cannot see the fault lines in our skies
any longer. my crystal ball is cloudy,
filled to the brink of destruction --
your broken words and the obscure
misology that is to be our fate.
UntitledSome words feel prettyUntitled2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
dripping off the tongue
like love perches herself
on the wings of the butterflies
dancing around in your tummy;
like sunflowers grow on
the trellis that is your body
because your name is
just as pretty
rolling out of my mouth,
cascading off my tongue
as love and sunflowers
Some words are incredibly acidic
exiting the throat
and they sound rough in the ears.
Words like this include
anger and hatred.
They swell in heavy,
Though anger is sometimes inevitable
it can be easily remedied,
hatred is biting and bitter
and, baby, it is oh so difficult
to make hatred beautiful.
I’m not asking for perfection
or anything close to it.
I’m not asking for you to sound
pretty all the time.
That’s as impossible as
reading your mind.
Just, if you could, love,
try to keep hatred
out of your vocabulary.
eloquent and excellent--
You don’t need such a horrid word
stinking up your vocabular
SCP-2501SCP-2501SCP-25012 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2501 is to be kept in a room 6 meters in length and wide, and 4 1/2 meters high. Due to nature of SCP-2501 walls are not required to be more than 3 inch thick bulletproof glass. In order to keep SCP-2501 contained when experiments are not in operation walls are to be covered by 4 cm thick metal plate fitting exactly to the walls and the wide-beam LED light of 60 wattage is to be turned off, putting interior of chamber in complete darkness. Instead of a standard door a hatch is to be located at the top of the cell, which is a supported metal ceiling instead of glass. A ladder leads down into the cell mounted on a concrete block going from the floor to the ceiling. Hatch is to be magnetically sealed when shut.
Description: SCP-2501 is a humanoid figure of 6'4" height. While lacking a lot of features normally, the only noted continued features being the eyes and what appears to be hair, although frequen
NoisserpedIf I cut youNoisserped1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
will you love me?
"to the bone?"
To your soul
"will you kill me?"
I will set you free
"from my pain?"
"will it hurt?"
As much as you let it
To the bone
"are you real?"
As real as you make me...
Confessionsthere’s a lot I never told youConfessions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. I have a habit of lying, about
the simple things (like, yes I
forgot to remember and I swear by
soul mates and I’m in love
with your susurrus voice
and no, I’m really doing fine).
It was not an act of infidelity because
I believed it, too.
2. I’m infatuated with the concept
that I am more or less fictional, the
delusive beauty a million men will
dedicate novels to: I am fragile,
a dust angel sent to save the world
from commonalities and
3. Since I’m not allowed
to remember your name
I will commemorate you
in acts of escapism,
killing off the pieces
of the person you left behind.
4. I believe in a past life
I was a bird with a tendency
towards tall buildings; the sorry kind
of bird with heavy bones and crumpled wings
who never quite learned
to fly away.
5. I miss you. I used to think
you were a person, but now I know
you’re the happiness I will never
6. I'm sorry.
Unexpected Love CircumstancesUnexpected Love Circumstances2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The Fashion President
Mikasa sighed heavily in exhaustion slumping into her work chair, it had been a hectic day at work and the black haired president wasn’t handling it well. Towers of unfinished paper work was stacked on the left side of her desk while on the other her laptop shown with enough unread emails to make her sigh again into her hand. After a couple seconds she turned in her chair to zone out the window observing the outside world. The rain pelted down like rocks, city lights flashing in the night, the clouds dark and ominous with an occasional flash of lightening.
“Great … like the rain wasn’t enough” For the hundredth time that day she sighed into her hand before a knock was heard at her large office doors. She whirled around in her chair and rested her elbows on the furnished wooden table. “Come in!”
A few seconds passed before the door slowly swung open to reveal an attractive woman entering with a joyful bounce in
RememberingRememberingRemembering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brother said he slept with me (unholy congress),
a bramble brier of limbs, cocks and mouths.
They never said, oh so poor sleeping beauty’s wall
was pocked with uncoupled blasphemous poppies.
But I was a strumpet, the number of how many I slept with
could be be found if you tore through a cereal box.
His first wife sang Hail Marys when hearing of my lovers,
labyrinthine mazes of prayers. When my husband danced with me.
the Pavan, Lord Zouch’s Maske. We all wore delicious masks,
fingers touching then other things touched, fevered, liquid.
But that was a long, long time, things are clove breaths,
they are endlessly muttered prayers, they are my brother standing.
The blade is waiting for both of us (but he is innocent).
I am not but I was not taught to be innocent.
So I remember a mouth singing unholy psalms into my mouth.
we always duel in redi used towe always duel in red1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
duel in red]
to keep a portion of it
within your chest
i press your ribs
in your sleep
bleaching your lungs
from the inside out
drown the sun