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Hair of the Dog that Bit MeToday I sold to a minor.
I couldn't focus on the birthdate of the I.D. in front of me.
All I could see was the way his eyes were much too bright and lively for being so early, barely past four in the morning.
The width of his blow wide pupils.
The width of his crooked smile.
The width of his slim hips.
The sly twist of his lips as he asked me:
Do you know any home remedies for a toothache?
I heard hangover.
I wanted to tell him to gurgle rum, to suck on a vodka cotton ball until his mouth went numb, hold tequila on his tonsils until he couldn't breathe, drink schnapps until his throat filled and what remained leaked out the side of his mouth.
I know he was too young for that.
Was he too young for the cigarettes I sold him?
I think so.
He looked me in the eye as I scanned the bar code,
Licking his lips in anticipation.
I wanted to say something.
Needed to say anything.
So I told him no.
I didn't know any home remedies for curing a toothache.
Me in a MonthMicrosoft Office Works Word: Word Vomit
It wasn't from his brotheróbut from the company his brother worked for.
The ones that make you just a little softer.
Pretending that you're not here.
Away with the rest of the shoulder bladesóscapula.
What makes you.
What keeps you around.
Can you hear him?
What she needs I make myself into.
"Might as well but that down while you're at it, boy."
Creepy dude calling and saying creepy things, watching him like a creeper.
It's not like he made a habit of cataloguing the lint hanging out on his carpet.
She could execute a French braid like nobody's business.
'Specially since he asked you to stay put all kinds of nicely.
"You doin' alright there Avery?"
A man's voice called from the door that lead to his roommate's kitchen.
I'll wait until she destroys us both.
I'm over it, Promise.Do you remember that Valentines present, the one with the ugly stuffed bear and the felt hearts, that I left in your garage because I was too afraid to hand them to you before I left? There's no way that you didn't know they were from me. She would have told you. She probably told you everything; it's what friends are supposed to do right? Tell one friend something, promise that they'll keep your secret, then run to the next one and see what that information can do. You never said anything about it. Not even a friendly thank you. You knew what it meant. You wouldn't, couldn't have ignored it otherwise. It doesn't matter that you hate Valentine's Day, I didn't know that until after anyways, you could have at least told me no. Left it somewhere for me to pick up and throw away. Like I've been learning to do with those pieces I still had for you.
Have for you.
I find them lodged in my heart sometimes. They wake me at night and burrow deep when I see something that I think you'd like. I ca
Supernatural - Castiel X ReaderYou stared at the dress in front of you. It was the night of your Aunties wedding party, A very special day for her and your entire family. The dress was cream colored and reached up to your thighs. It was a really simple yet pretty dress, But you weren't sure if you could pull it off. You were no natural beauty (Or so you thought), You never had been even from a younger age. But tonight, you were going to try and be the prettiest girl at the party. It was your goal.
You grabbed a flowery head band which you wrapped around the bun in your (H/C) hair. As for makeup, you put a little lip gloss on your lips to give them a little shine and some mascara and eye shadow around your (E/C) eye's making them stand out. As you looked in the mirror, You felt good about yourself. You did look nice for once. I guess You Tube tutorials really help! The outfit seemed to come together well. It was simple, but delicate and pretty. ( Here is the outfit http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=119537787 )
(Name) (LastName), otherwise known as the manifestation of (Country), was an extremely independent lass. She did not need anyone to babysit her. Every day, the (h/c) girl woke up at around 6:30 am and her entire house was spotless by 8:15 am. She was always 8 minutes early for World Meetings and she got all paper work done a day prior to submission. The rare and only times she had ever been late was when her car broke down or that time when her alarm clock failed to rouse her with its piercing rings.
Mathias Køhler, otherwise known as the manifestation of Denmark, was inconsistent when it came to independence. Every morning, you’ll find his cream hand hitting the snooze once the alarm was set off. The household he lived with four other Nordic nations, was kept in order thanks to the Swedish nation (also by himself when he was in the mood.) He was always either 5 or 10 minutes late for World Meetings, blaming his fellow housemates f
John Egbert x C!Reader: That Special NumberJohn Egbert x Comatose!Reader: That Special Number
Special Insert for a special day. Happy 413! -C
It was April 13th, John's birthday. (Name) was rushing to finish getting his gift prepared and head towards his house for the party. She dressed up in a (fave color) short sundress, one that she knows John loves, along with some matching high heels. She got his gift and walked to her car, grabbing her keys and purse along the way. She got in and sped to his house on the other side of town. As she drove she got a text from John.
"Hey you on your way? : B"
"Yeah, running a little late. Go ahead and start the fun, I'm close! c:"
She started texting him happy birthday when she heard a horn honk. Looking up, her eyes widened as two cars collided with her car. She couldn't swerve in time. One hit her side and her rear, making her car spin and flip on its top. Someone call
Mini-Drabble: Kurloz x Reader: Save Me, Silly! (Name) was walking along in the park when Cronus Ampora walked up, pinning her near a tree.
"Hey doll~ Wvanna havwe some fun?" he said, slowly trailing his hands down to her ass.
"Get the everloving fuck away from me, perv!" (Name) said, slapping his hands away.
As she was about to scream rape and call for help, a siren was hear, quickly approaching. It was Kurloz, running this way with police lights on his head. He kicked Cronus in the crown jewels and tossed her over his shoulders, absconding.
'Are you motherfucking alright, lil mama?' he signed quickly.
"Yes, Loz. I'm fine. About time you freaking saved me, silly," she giggled, slapping his arm.
Kurloz and (Name) spent the rest of their time wearing flower crowns and drawing and building pillow forts and cuddling.
The Journal of Natsu Dragneel
X791/7/14: Journal Entry 1
Just absolutely and utterly amazing.
I watched her smirk. She smiled. Very happily. In fact, I could go on to say that her smile is amazingly amazing. Stunning, beautiful, she is just a shining pearl. I can't keep up with her, I just want to dominate her, make her mine's, create a mark on her showing she's my property, no one else can have her.
I hate all the times she hugs me so tightly, and she never knows my feelings for her. I love the way her golden, blonde hair falls down her back; she always keeps it up in pigtails, but I still think it's cute. Just adorable.
. . . It's strangling me.
I want to tell her my feelings, admit that I'm in love with her, and I have been in love with her for the past eight years I've known her. I would've been lucky to still have gotten to know her in the seven years we were dormant, but still, I believe I have my chance.
Honestly, she's a hard worker. Usually, I would have to save her from harm's way, and I enjoy doi
Efflorescence (PadLock)"She's been out there for a while..." comments one voice, followed immediately by a simpler-sounding second.
"I think it's getting worse."
"At least it keeps her away from us." drones a third.
Tony listens impassively to the wary mumbling of the puppets, glancing outside into the garden. Paige paces erratically on the expansive lawn, her pastel hair writhing like snakes as she drags her fingers angrily through her scalp. Mud sucks at her boots as if it wants to pull her down into the earth as she moves back and forth, a tempest trapped in a (somewhat) humanoid form. The puppets watch her, fascinated in the way people are with car crashes, but they duck should she glance in the direction of the window, like animals hiding when lightning strikes.
Tony is completely indifferent to the unease of the puppets- more often than not; he tends to be the cause of it, actually. But Paige is another matter, and if this goes on for much longer than the consequences may be both hazardous and, most im
Rejection? Death the Kid x reader"Come on (name)! Just tell him!" Liz said shaking you. "B-but L-Liz!!" You spluttered as she kept shaking you. "Er..sis..I think that's enough.." Patty said, her head popping up, her blue eyes wide.
"Right..sorry..(name)," Liz said as she stopped shaking you. "It's okay.." You said quietly, "I guess I'm kind of afraid of the rejection.." "Rejection?" Liz and Patty asked you bewildered. "I guess it's better for me to assume the worst than receive the rejection..cause it hurts a lot..doesn't it?" You stared at them with wide innocent eyes filled with pain.
The Thompson sisters kept quiet, even Patty had nothing random to say.
End of flashback
You were now walking alone on the streets, the sun was setting and everything looked beautiful with the bursts of orange and red mixed together with a tinge of yellow. That beautiful shade of yellow that reminded you of the glow of Kid's eyes.
He's driving me crazy..you thought to yourself holding your head. I never asked to like Lord Death's son..y
NetherlandsXReader a future together
'So I heard you're in a new relationship" my friend Rosella said.
We were sitting on bench next to the busy street eating ice cream. We finally lived achieved our dreams of living in a city. Now the dream I had was finding Mr. Right. My last break up was pretty bad. I truly loved him and he leaves and gets married with a girl younger than myself. So of course it hurt. A lot. Course I rose myself up and decided moving on will be forced upon myself.
"Yeah, his name is Tim" I said.
"Its nice to see you finally moved on from that Lovino fella.' Rosella said.
"Well, how is he? Is he charming, nice, mean, rough, how is he in bed?" Rosella asked.
Nice...well yeah I guess. Mean not to me. Rough...heh...bed?
"Well he is nice, but I haven't slept with him yet' I told her.
"Not yet?! Not YET?! What are you waiting for your virginity to crawl up you vagina again?" she asked making a scene.
"I just do
LxReader(DeathNote) Chapter 1
You were ready, really ready for that promotion, and when it came you can say that your heart did a little back flip. You were so happy that you were finally taking your career places. You were a little nervous of where things would take you, but you didn't care enough to pay attention to it. You were so happy.
You were finally done sorting paper's on your bosses desk and checking to make sure that everyone had there coffee by noon. You were finally done with working late hours that lead you nowhere on your case. You were finally getting assigned to an official and important task.
You waited at the grey colored bench that after noon. You were waiting for someone on the new task force you had been assigned to pick you up. You were nearly shaking with excitement. You looked up at the sky, it looked as though it might rain and there was only a few rays of light shining through to the ground for some reason. You sighed and looked at your phone, 4:11, he was supposed to pick you up at 4:00.
The First of Us Her feet were sticking out from the bottom of the blanket. Pale and undoubtedly cold. I loved her like this. Vulnerable, changed, approachable. Like this she needed me. I was the warmth she yearned for beneath feather down and cheap poly-blends. She didn't knowdenies she knows nowthat I am for her. She is my perfection, the flaws I search out to make myself stronger. What I can't bewhat I won't let myself beshe is. What she needs I make myself into. Even if she doesn't acknowledge itmeeven if she takes without asking and demands more. I'll give everything, anything, because I am just that pathetic. I'll cover her cold flesh with my caresses and ease my worries in her frigid heart. She doesn't encourage me, and by default does not confine me. She takes and I refuse to ask. Maybe if I could, if I forced myself to, I could deny her. Put the blankets back in the closets she stole them from, lock them back up and refuse her comfort. Woul
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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