tightsJan 1, 2011tights2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When there is no company, I define myself with tights. I wrap my bruises and prickles in triangles and silky stripes, making something sensuous; I pull soft cotton between my thighs and slowly swipe out wrinkles. I sway in front of mirrors, with saxophones serenading me from the machine on my mattress; I smile at my legs. They arc and stretch; they lift me upwards over nonexistent parading heads, and they hunt attention; they do not make a sound.
Without you, I sing to my dog and my nails and my feet. I make Frank Sinatra siphon my world from my eyes; he sings to me strongly and spins me with one light hand. He looks at my legs.
hey boy your tight electric...hey boy your tight electric shoulders dohey boy your tight electric...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
not suit you- tailor-suited just to fly
like dust for dust we are and we Will too
watch church films Saturday and you and i
might laugh at inquisitions-
THAT will be
like dust in mouths and copper trophies love
is this too bold although you'll never see
the Kalamazoo of dreams and morning
my boy are you quite well your shoulders tense
forget about the lights of failure dear
dear boy forget for me-
such times i sense
we never touched as purely sharply near
my boy as then w
More than a Legend - Jack Frost x ReaderMore than a Legend - Jack Frost x Reader6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Damn it, damn it." You hissed under your breath, "Why does it exist, why!?" Your whisper turned into a shout of irritation. Your arms tucked in firmly under your arm pits, your body bracing against the bitterly cold winter you head out into the white snowy terrain, into the icing topped woods. You stumble through the white woods, shivering and rattling like a child's toy, muttering under your chaffed blue lips.
Why were you out? Oh because your mother felt it would be good to get some fresh air. Just standing on the porch of your stone cottage in the middle of winter would have sufficed but no, you were shoved out the front door, w
heart brokenIn my dreamsheart broken9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine8 months ago in Settings More Like This
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my tho
Switching Places - Part TwoSwitching Places - Part Two8 months ago in Settings More Like This
Slamming the decaying wooden door shut behind him, I focused with concerned eyes as Stephano deliberately slid down to the floor, panting heavily.
"I knew you were telling me to go the wrong way!" Stephano exclaimed, clasping me tightly in his clenching fingers, squeezing my fragile being.
"I'm sorry Stephano! I'm sorry. . . " I murmured as he stood, regaining his breath and clearly ignoring me as he placed his golden scimitar away, causing me to whine.
"Aw, come on, be a bro Stephano.." I complained as he continued to ignore me even further, stretching his long limbs above his head tiredly.
"Stephanooo. . . " I pressed on, my small voice
Just Hug MeJust Hug Me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No words are needed,
The silence speaks for itself,
There is no need to form those words,
That you feel the need to say.
I can tell from you actions,
The small smile on your lips,
The twinkle in your eyes,
The skip in your step.
I can tell from the tears,
The broken heart,
The way you grip my hand tight,
The darkness in your soul.
I can tell from the knitted eyebrows,
You head cocked to the side,
Your mouth forming the question why,
The way your brain is working overtime.
I can tell by the shuffling in your step,
The clicking of your fingers,
The biting of your lip,
The feet that point inwards.
I can tell from your wide ey
Pervert TGPervert TG9 months ago in Settings More Like This
I remember the day it all began clearly. It was a monday afternoon on the first day of a new school term. I had a free period so I did what I always did; sat in the corner of the common room with my two friends, eyeing up all of the hot girls that would walk by. All of us knew it was wrong, but we also said it was kind of a compliment to them because it showed we thought they were pretty.
However, on this day my friends weren't there, both still on family holidays from the preceding week off school. I was gonna have to go it alone, for today at least.
I tried to be subtle seeing as I wasn't surrounded by my friends. So I peeked over one of
The Dust of the PastThe Dust of the Past6 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Dust of the Past
is going through
Some tough times
I can relate to that
Hope he's doing ok
He's not dust
Not a heartless
I know life
has some difficult parts in life
Some people will relate
to the same pain
I was in that spotlight
of the awful thing
His wounds will heal
The darkness is in him
surrounds the light away
Just like sasuke
His pain is hurting him
I can see it
Thats where i was
crying in the dark alone
no one there
not caring of me
avoiding my pain
It's so sad
Request: Boyfriend!Spain x Reader - BabyRequest: Boyfriend!Spain x Reader - Baby4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
You and your boyfriend, Antonio, have been together since High School when he first confessed. Most of it was expected since both of you were childhood friends and both of you were really sweet together.
Although High School was a bit hard because of all his fan girls flocking before him, it was certain that his eyes were none other than- but on yours.
It's been 2 years now, but you both promised that you won't get married to each other yet, but instead work some money for it. At the moment you were living in with him, he was more of a manwife- making you a femhusband.
Not trying to make it complicated, just that he's the one doing the coo
Tight jeans and Theatrical boysI pull up in his dad's drivewayTight jeans and Theatrical boys9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the boy sitting on the stoop
looks like Saint Exupery's treasured little prince.
When he climbs inside my used Sentra,
I tell him about this quirky realization.
"You're both so cute and opinionated."
He grins and replies that it's his favorite book
to read when life is particularly rough.
Cappuccino sips and playful shoves
convert the evening into something
brilliantly unstable and devastatingly 'teenager'.
I want to kiss him violently so we can stop this
annoying game of cat and mouse.
But instead, we discuss music
and other topics that make me feel childish.
He asks where I would go if I
The Crackiest USUK Fanfic Ever WrittenThe Crackiest USUK Fanfic Ever Written7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
America stared blankly ahead with a confused and slightly disturbed look on his face. England had gone into one of his magical gay trances again.
"Good day, Sir Teletubby, would you like some tea? What's that, Flying Mint bunny? Would you like some too? Oh stop, you! It's my pleasure!"
Not only was he carrying a conversation with his imaginary friends, but he was also wearing a tiara…a pink miniskirt… and Tights. Surprisingly, America found it looked kind of… attractive on him… 'Wait a minute, what the hell was I just thinking?' America shook the thought out of his head abruptly, mumbling to himself.
"Anyways, just what a
To Save Your LifeTo Save Your Life6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Save Your Life
Heroes are hard to come by
Especially in this day and age
Because of you- I am still alive
Hail, the vanquisher of pain
I fought as long as I could have
But I sank into the weakness below
And I felt my sorrow's wrath
The helplessness took over
My fists let go
Of the resistance
I fell from hope
The light faded in the distance
It was all a dream
A simple false belief
Hands dangled frantically / Tears dripped endlessly
I needed a hero to save me / I yearned to be set free
A hand reached out
I was finally found
I rose back to grace
And the darknes
Romano X Reader - How To Babysit An ItalianRomano X Reader - How To Babysit An Italian2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You tossed your school bag on the floor and collapsed on your bed. “Thank God it’s Friday!” You cheered as you reached under your bed and pulled out a chocolate bar from your ‘secret stash’.
As you chomped down on your delicious treat, your cell phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and smirked, it was your long-time friend Antonio.
“Hey Toni” you answered, mouth full of chocolate.
“Hello _________! What is my good friend doing today?”
“Lying on her bed getting fat on chocolate. You?”
“Well, I have a little teeny tiny favour to ask of you _________!”
queen of nothing.what I've learned:queen of nothing.8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I still remember singing in my room when I was six, and having my mother come down the hall and slam the door so hard that the windows shook.
Her nails hurt when she scraped the tears off my face. "It doesn't matter what you want," she'd always tell me.
Like, when that drunk driver swerved and hit her car I didn't want her to leave me, and it didn't matter.
Once on vacation I bought a pair of fuzzy leather heels for two hundred dollars, and when I wore them to dinner, I found out that
1. "Suede" is a fancy word for "fuzzy leather."
And 2. Good things don't last: That night my cousin told me that she thought 135
EnglandXReader- Trick or Treat?EnglandXReader- Trick or Treat?8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trick or treat?
You plopped on your sofa with a big bowl of candy on top of you. No, you couldn't touch those sweets as they weren't yours and they were for the trick-o-trick-ers.
Yeah, you guessed it. Today was Halloween. Scary costume, pumpkins, candy, legends and festive season.
...And you were stuck at home giving the candy to all the little dressed up kids who knocked your door as your mother took your own little brother and sister trick or treating.
Your father was sleeping, he had a night shift so he wasn't required the task.
So, you were left with the job to stay at home, waiting for children to come for
Kurloz x Reader Without Words You laughed as Kurloz signed a joke you’d heard at least 60 times, but still never got old. He smiled as you finally did so yourself and waited for your laughing fit to end.Kurloz x Reader Without Words7 months ago in Settings More Like This
You had gotten a ‘flush crush’ on one of your best Troll friends, who you had been friends with for years and even would help him out of a tight spot. He’d also help you a lot and comfort you, so you’d built confidence in the belief that maybe he liked you back. However, this had proven to be nothing but repeated words as he flatly said no to you and not even give a proper reason why. Worse yet, during the time you sulked behind doors, you
SwitzerlandXReader- Jealous?SwitzerlandXReader- Jealous?7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"…Vash!" you cried as you ran as fast as you could in your school leather shoes, no matter your skirt was flapping about because of the wind, towards an astute, healthy, economically smart young man with Handsome short blonde hair up to his shoulders and emeralds eyes who was currently reading a book under a tree.
"Ah, ___." He said, his emerald eyes looking up from his book towards your direction once he heard you call him, he then stiffly shifted a little to the side so you could sit down. He quickly checked his pocket and sighed in relief.
What? It could have been a thief!