OSometimes I think about buyingO1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMy lover has water running through her veins10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
.:all the time:.we have all the time in the world to do it.:all the time:.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the time in the world to act stupid and laugh loud and eat cheap sushi outside of starbucks
and meet up awkwardly
and make sexual inneundos at each other
and sing stupid songs and tell stupid stories and never feel like theyre stupid, never time wasted
and slap asses and try on stilettos
and feel so, so warm inside
and put on makeup and lip synch and bitch and be fabulous and everything
and joke about people and gossip and derpes
all in a cute box tied up with brown paper and twine
...because the pretty contents don't need to be in a pretty package...
SC - Hard CandyShe's not exactly one for sweets.SC - Hard Candy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't like caramels, or creams, or sugar of any kind. It's odd, she thinks, because she has a distinct memory of sitting on the floor of her parents' house, downing Pixi Stix and wearing dozens of Ring Pops, pretending that each came from a prince or a movie star or a millionaire; someone who was handsome and rich and would whisk her away to far-off destinations, where she'd be lavished with every single indulgence she desired.
She wonders when that changed.
She thinks she knows.
Coca-Cola makes her sick now. It's hazy and cloudy, but she can almost piece together why. She remembers sitting in a sleazy bar, twirling her fake ID between her fingers, feeling a strange sense of pride whenever it clacked up against her blood-red acrylics.
He was sweet too, she kind of remembers. She remembers he had a silky voice, and straight white teeth, and a charming way about him.
She remembers he bought her a Roy Rogers. She remembers how he strung her along fo
Bad HabitsS.Bad Habits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
antsYou think too small of us, little person.ants5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carrying loads far too big and far too heavy.
Like a mountain on an ant.
But you know, don't you?
Ants live in families too.
HD - wonderI wonder why I love you sometimes.HD - wonder5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thought always hits me in the quiet moments, you know, the ones in between talking and making out, and you yelling at me not to embarrass you in front of everyone. Those moments.
I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I could do better.
(no, never. there's nothing better than you)
You're kind of bland and boring-looking.
(and beautiful and amazing and everything I've ever wanted)
Kind of a dime-a-dozen, really...
(how are you even real? people like you only exist in fairy tales)
So, why do I need you all of a sudden? Wasn't I doing fine before you?
(I was living to meet you)
Why do I look forward to talking to you, to seeing you? Why do I worry when you don't respond to my texts fast enough? Lord knows I don't care when other people ignore the beeps...
(I didn't know there were so many ways you can say "fuck" and feel bad)
Maybe it's the way you worry about me; the anxious voice messages when I sleep through
better.better6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
it's candy-colored neon lights
it's your favorite bubble gum
it's flowers opening and
it's heartstrings tying unbreakable knots
it's a thousand things clicking into place
and you honestly have to say
it's better this way
... i never needed words...
...they just help the feeling...
under the table and dreamingand its kind of like prideunder the table and dreaming4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting slack-jawed and wide-eyed
glittering admiration at you
and all you've done and all you've said
(and lived and breathed life into)
and i hide away
binoculars in hand
under the table
( i want to be like you )
HD- GuidingStrong arms wrapped tight around me.HD- Guiding5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pulling me close and telling everything will be okay.
Soft hands wipe away my tears.
Gentle kisses placed against my lips.
You'll away be here.
I'll never lose sight of you.
No matter how thick the fog.
Or deep the sea.
You are my guiding light.
Bringing me home.
HD - Morning InventorySo, I guess I'm kind of sort of in love with you.HD - Morning Inventory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's weird how that happens, when you don't look for it and don't expect it. Then it like, sneaks up on you and follows you, like a fucking ninja or something.
But yeah, a weird thing happened this morning that I think I should tell you. It's kinda your fault anyway.
So when I woke up, I stretched, and yawned, ya know, all the basic stuff people do when they wake up. And then I did my quick inventory of myself. A guy like me with God knows what kind of lifestyle needs to be aware that he has both hands and kidneys every day.
So I counted, ten toes, ten fingers, two hands, two feet, both kidneys, I assume. No scars, at least none I can't remember. I didn't wake up in a dingy apartment (no dingier than mine at least) in a tub full of ice so I guess I'm good.
Happy with that, I scratched my chest, and then I thought 'where the fuck is my heart?' I could've sworn I went to bed with it, where did I leave it?
Then I remembered, I left it at y
rememberand it was colored with freedomremember6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
shades and tints and tones of yellows and reds and blues
turned upside down and inside out
and dangerously liking the new perspective
the world is falling all around him
and all he wants
is to forget
HD- Puzzle PiecesI know that i'm in love with you, and I feel really bad for saying this, but I don't even remember what you look like.HD- Puzzle Pieces5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the basics: you had two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose. I can't remember what color your eyes were, or what hair style you had, but I do remember that you were tall.
And facial hair. I definitely remember that, because it tickled every time it grazed my cheeks.
But it's been... a week? Maybe two. Hell, I can't even remember when it was I last saw you, and it's driving me crazy. I can barely concentrate on everyday life because i'm trying to put together the pieces to this puzzle, but it's not easy.
All the pieces are blurry; a big collage of colors that are supposed to somehow make a face... your face.
I don't remember what your name was, or how tall you were, or even your age. Are you older then me? Younger maybe? It doesn't matter.
I might not be able to
hey worthlessi don't know who you arehey worthless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i know you're desperate
black stains on a cracked sidewalk
walk away worthless
i don't need to know what you've done
to know it was stupid
you cant get far enough away
walk away worthless
stop acting like people care
stop being so cruel
stop acting like it's not your fault
walk away worthless
give it up worthless
it's not gonna come back
so walk away worthless
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.4Hetaloid!Canada x ReaderHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trying on spectacles seemed almost no different than trying on a new pair of jeans. Instead of revealing the new attire with a dramatic swish of a dressing curtain, it was the turn of his head and the swish of wavy blonde hair that preluded the reveal.
You had no idea there could be so many different kinds of glasses; sure, there were the different patterns for the earhooks and maybe different shapes, but there were just so many! In fact, each time he spun back around to you, he'd found a completely new variation. So many to choose from, how would someone decide on just one?
Each time Matthew turned to look at you with a new pair of specs balancing on his nose, he just made every one of them look good. Was it how he was choosing them? Did he just happen to find the ones that fit his face well?
Or perhaps you're wearing some rose-colored glasses of your own.
You had just been standing beside him the whole time next to the wall rack of gl
Bride Of A MadMan 2p!England x Goth!Reader Part 3“What but Why?” I asked, looking shocked, as Oliver walked towards me with his eyes still swirling madly.Bride Of A MadMan 2p!England x Goth!Reader Part 310 months ago in Horror More Like This
“As I said before,” He replied, smiling insanely as he backed me up towards the wall and gripped his hands on my shoulders roughly.
“you are mine and no one but me can have you,”
His eyes stopped swirling as he eyes snapped back to normal. He looked at me and gasped in shock, running his fingers through his pink hair.
“I’ve gone mad, have I poppet,” he asked, as he got on his knees with tears close to coming down his face.
I looked at him with pity, as I kneeled to his level and hugged him closely. He stood surprised at my sudden embrace, but returned the embrace.
“No,” I said, rubbing his back to comfort him.
“I don’t think you’re mad. You just got carried away,”
We let go as Oliver took his hands into mine, looking at me in the eyes.
“Thank you, poppet,” He said, lovingly.
Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 3Link x Reader: The Dawn of Darkness Part 31 year ago in Romance More Like This
Speeding off, you look back at the ranch. The purple shadow that you were fleeing from seemed to vanish into thin air. Relieved, you relaxed your muscles a bit. You turned back to face the front of the horse, and saw that you were going in the direction of Hyrule Castle Town.
Looking back at the boy with a questioning look, you asked him, "Where are we going?"
He calmly replied, "I think we should report the incident." You nodded,
"Right. By the way, my name is [y/n]."
"That's a nice name."
You smiled at his compliment, and let out a quiet murmur of thanks.
"I'm Link, and my horse's name is Epona."
Link pulled on Epona's reins, instructing her to slow down. Looking around, you realised something.
"Hey, Link, why are there no monsters anywhere?" Realising this, Link also had a quick glance around, and soon saw that you were right.
"I'm not sure... I'd assume that it has something to do with the purple glow from earlier," he suggested.
"Yeah, you're probably right," you nodded in agreeme
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.2Hetaloid!Canada x ReaderHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The windows from outside were almost completely frosted in snow and ice. Intricate little patterns weaved around the frame and served as an interesting barrier between the warmth of the small cafe and the chilly world outside. Inside, friends and family shared warming drinks, and lovers played gentle battles with their feet beneath the tables. Outside, though it was too foggy to see, folks scurried through newfallen snow while couples huddled together for warmth and an excuse for intimacy in public. That itself reminded you of someone back at home, and a small smile tucked the corners of your lips.
"So how've you been with your Canada model?"
The sudden turn of conversation found its way over and spotlighted on you, taking you by surprise as you nearly burned your tongue trying to gingerly sip at the (favorite hot beverage) in your hands. You quickly recooperated and stared at two of your friends sitting before you. You cleared your throat and b
TM- PresentAngelo stood there akwardly in the middle of the hallway, trying to get up enough courage to knock on Legato's door. The seventeen year old was never the best gift-giver; he always felt embarassed after he gave them gift, not to mention the knot he gets in his stomach over it. He always worried that the person wouldn't like the gift. Angelo sighed, 'I can't do it...', he thought, and placed the silver box infront of the door. Angie took one deep breath before knocking on the door and running like hell back to his room.TM- Present5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A couple of minutes passed before Leggie walked into the room that Angelo and the Pastor shared, "What's this?" Legato asked, holding up a book in her hand.
Angelo peeked up from his handheld game, and then looked back down before answering, "It's a book." He said, trying to act like he didn't know it was the present he bought her.
"You bought this for me, didn't you?" Legato asked, cross
My Roux Knight (Scotland x Reader)My Roux Knight (Scotland x Reader)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My Roux Knight
(Scotland x Reader)
Contest entry for Hetaliatypists’ ‘Phobia’ contest. You’ll see what I picked if you read the story~! God this was fun to write…XD
Tell me in the comments what time frame you think this took place in, give me a date and whoever is closest gets cookies! THAT’S RIGHT! MIA’S HAVING A FREE BAKE SALE!
Song(s) to listen to: 'La Dispute' from The movie 'Amelie'
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes love, I’m positive.”
“B-but….I’m not sure!”
“Listen,” I watched as my friend, Alice, held a hand up to her mouth. “He’s traveled a great deal to get here, for you of course, at least try to appease him or something. He
TM- Walking on airTake my hand.TM- Walking on air5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trust in me.
Because the first step is always the hardest.
Watch the sunset with me as we walk.
Brilliant shades of yellow, red, purple, pink and orange surounding us.
Waves of blue, green, and teal crashing against the brown and gray cliff.
The wind will rush in our ears as we fall, blocking out the sound.
But the beating of your heartbeat is louder, pounding against my skull.
Feel the ocean water, cold and sharp, tearing against our skin.
And know that just for those few moments.
We were walking on air.
HTTYD: Choice, Part 1Warning: Girlslash and Boyslash upcoming (eventually).HTTYD: Choice, Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Three years after the events of the movie, Astrid makes a choice.
Astrid had been out of sorts lately.
She wasn't sure why. Nothing had really changed. Hiccup was still Hiccup, kind, intelligent, and awkwardly self-confident. Ruffnut was still vain, crazy, and wild. And the guys still teetered the line between being amusing and being annoying. The only thing that seemed to have changed was Astrid. It was confusing, and frustrating, and the only thing she knew was that she had to do something about it.
Of course Hiccup could tell. He bore the brunt of her bad moods, obviously. And he wanted to talk about it, had been trying to get her to increasingly often over the past few weeks. She always brushed him off, because how could you have a talk when you had no idea what to say? Well, he'd get his talk tod
Hetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.3Hetaloid!Canada x ReaderHetaloid!Canada x Reader - Unpacked Pt.32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even during the busiest hour of the day, the chill and the stacking snow only slightly hindered the usual bustle of the city crowd. Figures hidden in desperate warmth skittered down the streets and sidewalks, either alone or in groups, the promise of indoor heating beckoning them to swiftly reach their destinations. The warmest coats were donned, and thick caps and heavy scarves hid the identities of once-familiar faces. Older women shuffled their children indoors as quick as they could, hoping in exasperation that perhaps the younglings would stop complaining about their frosted fingers; beneath the snow-covered awning, long forgotten by a forgetful shop employee, stood a shivering couple sharing a rapidly-cooling mug of hot chocolate, to which they'd exchange sweet kisses despite the cold; heavy-coated businessmen quickly shuffled across the snow-stained sidewalk, cursing under their breaths as each misplaced step nearly send them flying. Despite