When you lose a best friend by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
When you lose a best friend
When we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
late-night conversations
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
whispering
forever,
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
like you.
Character Profile Outline by KittyFelone, literature
Literature
Character Profile Outline
Okay, before anybody starts to think this is some weird idea, let me explain.
For anyone who knows how to write (and I mean, REALLY knows how to write), you understand that a good story has everything written out on paper first. You know, stuff like Outlines, Plot Triangles, Character Profiles. This might be of a challenge to some of you and tie you down, but unless you are capable of keeping every piece of information in your mind, this is a good resource to fall back on. If you do not need this, then fineyou arent required to use it. According to Science Fiction Writers of America, do
LevixReader [Type of Girl] by MelonCubes, literature
Literature
LevixReader [Type of Girl]
Eren and Jean were fighting...Again.
Levi observed from a good distance without the two noticing he was watching them, a scowl on his face as he continued to watch the fight unfold, he had lost count of how many times he broke the two up from their fights and lost count of how many times he made them do stable duty as punishment, no matter what he did, they would continue their fighting, he didn't know why they would fight, sometimes it was over something so small and stupid.
He ran his fingers through his raven locks and let out a frustrated sigh, his gaze went back to the scene with his fingers still in his fringe before removing them and
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Opening the door a slender hand reaches into the microwaves pulling out a pink heart. Lifting up your shirt to tuck it beneath your chin, you pull the waistband of your sweats out sliding the heating pad down onto your abdomen.
“Sweet, sweet merciful god,” you groan out leaning against the counter. Unwrapping a Ghirardelli chocolate, you pop it into your mouth rolling the sweet across your tongue letting out a delighted moan. Resting your head onto your folded arms on the counter, you groan when a cramp hits you. Grunting you press down harder on the heated pad. Standing up you grab your Camelbak water bottle
Sick!England x Reader - Bath Talk by AProudHetalian, literature
Literature
Sick!England x Reader - Bath Talk
You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside.
There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing.
Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hambur
GermanyxReader: The Boyfriend's Brother by CountrygalxHetalia, literature
Literature
GermanyxReader: The Boyfriend's Brother
“Ohh Gil!” I groaned, turning my face into my pillow. Not again. “C’mon Birdie, louder,” I heard the Prussian grunt. I could hear Matthew trying to keep his moans to a minimum and I figured it was for me. I laid there, trying to drown out the sound of my friend and his boyfriend going at it before I finally gave up.
I threw my legs over the edge of my bed and I put my flip flops on. I grabbed a blanket and quietly snuck out of my room. The whimpers and gasps only got louder as I moved into the living room. I trudged to the door and left as quickly as I could.
“Why do they alway