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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
Loki x Pregnant Reader“I just don’t know what to do.” You complained to your best friend as the two of you talked over coffee inside the S.H.E.I.L.D break room.
“Have you even tried to tell Loki that you’re pregnant yet?” Natasha questioned after setting her mug down.
“I’ve tried like three times today and each time he had to leave before I could tell him. And now he’s about to go on another mission.” You sighed before downing the rest of coffee.
It was the unholy hour of five a.m. but that fact was lost on you as you sat at your kitchen table reading a magazine and humming.
“Hi honey!” You greeted your husband excitedly as Loki passed through the doorway. He either mumbled a hi or grunted in return, this early in the morning it was nearly impossible to differentiate the two, but you just smiled on and flipped the pages.
“So when my pregnancy starts to show do you think I’ll be on
Male!Nepeta x Chubby!Reader: You're Purrrfect~! :3 I was just one of your regular old high school juniors except that I'm not, actually. I'm an outcast, weird, fat. Any other negative connotations you can think of. But, don't get me wrong. I do have some friends, and a crush. No, I'm not gonna tell you who that is. At least, not yet. You'll find out for yourself. Anyway, back to my story. As for my friends, they're Kanayo, Gamz, Tav, Jade, Rose, Jane, John, Jake, Mituna, Kur, and Lur. It was going to be an average day for me. The whispers behind my back, the glares, laughter, taunting, bullying, threats, the list goes on and on. They have yet to do any physical harm to me because of who my friends are. No one dares messes with them, especially Gamzee, Jake, Kurloz and Luriot. At lunch, I go sit under my tree with my laptop. I update little bits of my stories and listen to music. Since it's far from people, I can sing and do what I wanted. One of my favorite songs came on Pandora, This Love by Maroon 5. I sang along
Levi/Rivaille x Reader- Don't LeaveIt was around one in the morning. Despite the fact that you'd just arrived back from an expedition, you were sleeping extremely lightly. Because you just had to be woken up, you heard a small sound. a grumble. You woke immediately and opened your eyes. You rolled over to face Levi, who was still asleep.
He let out another groan. You were beginning to feel concerned, usually he didn't make a sound or move a muscle while he was asleep. Usually he slept with his arms to his sides facing up, which made it almost impossible to snuggle. Now, he was unusually curled up in a ball and wrapped up in blankets in a way that made you wonder if he could even breathe.
you lightly tapped his forehead with your index finger. He smacked your hand away angrily.
"Levi?" you whispered softly. Immediately, hearing your voice he rolled over slowly with a stifled groan.
Agony tainted his words. Was he...dreaming? As you pondered his strange actions, he rolle
Prom Teen Loki x Teen Reader Music flowed through the air at a fast pace as you stood in a dark corner and sipped your drink. Your golden high heel clad foot tapped along to the beat as your (e/c) eyes scanned the large crowd. Normally you avoided proms like the plague, but this prom was special. It was senior year, and all prom kings and queens were seniors. Not that it excited you at all, but your best friend and crush had been dreaming about becoming prom king most of his life and so you toughened up and bought a ticket.
“Having fun (y/n)?” Loki asked as he sidled up beside you.
“Words cannot describe how much fun I’m having.” You deadpanned before chugging the rest of your drink.
“As soon as I get voted king we can leave. I’ll even buy you dinner for being such a good sport.” He bribed trying to fool you into thinking that voting took place sooner than at pretty much the end of the night.
“Fine, do you know where Sam is
Levi/Rivaille x Reader- LeavesA frigid December morning. The corporal had ordered you to rake up some leaves so that the soldiers could train. You huffed as you swept another pile of leaves into the much larger pile you;d created in the center of the field. Your (f/c) scarf began to slip from around your neck, causing you to drop the rake immediately. When it fell it just happened to land on your foot, causing you to let out a yelp.
Behind you, you hears laughter followed by a 'tch' sound.
"Not funny, Levi." You grumbled as he tapped hos foot teasingly.
" You're right. It's not funny. it's hilarious."
"Shut up, meanie." You then bent down to pick up your rake. Before you even realized what was happening, you were face down in the massive pile of leaves.
You turned your head to see Levi. He was laughing. Again. Which was extremely out of character. That meant that you probably looked fabulously pathetic at the moment. You grumbled and reached for his ankle. You grabbed it and tugged angrily
Weather (Malik x reader x Altair)
Altaïr was covered in a sheen of sweat beneath the heavy material of his assassin's robes. The moment his feet hit the ground before the bureau in Jerusalem his motivation leapt and crashed. He'd have to climb once more in the gruelling heat. But after that, he could rest. That is, if Malik did not order him out like last time. Why did the sun have to be so tortiously slow at burning him to death as he climbed?
Altaïr dropped from the grating and dipped a hand in the fountain. He splashed his face clean, uncomfortable and wishing nothing more than to escape the heat. Escape the sun and everything else. But he could not spend all day over the sun-warmed water.
He pulled out a feather stained in red and placed it on the counter inside the room. There it was more humid but not as hot, and Altaïr fought the urge not to pant.
"The target has been dealt with."
You glanced up from your scroll on the desk, your own face slightly pink tinged. Altaïr dismissed it in his mind
Akihito x Reader - Love Drunk
‘I could taste something sweet on my tongue. What was it? Was it chocolate? lollipop? or maybe a mint? I can not distinguish the taste I have on my tongue. It felt lovely and sweet.’
Opening your eyes you could feel the heat of another. Pulling away the heat off of your face was prominent. Looking at the bright brown eyes of the other, they twinkled with something you could not place. The wrinkles showing around his eyes shown that he was smiling.
His chuckle brought you back to reality. (e/c) eyes looking at the male you smiled back with affection that it hurt. Your heart could not take the overwhelming feeling. Wrapping your lithe fingers in his hair you brought your face to his again.
It seemed impossible considering that Akihito would be with you. You knew about his fetish of glasses but frankly you couldn’t care less. Being out of school and living alone made him move on from his affection for the small pink haired girl he was with. It took time to
The girl made of broken glass“I can hurt you…You know that…”
He shrugs as if to say ‘I don’t even care’
“I mean…I can really hurt you…”
He reaches out to her, stepping forward as she backs away.
She shakes her head. “I…I can’t…”
“Yes you can. And I’m not moving until you do.”
She sighs and stands still for a moment before reaching a hand out to him.
“I warned you.”
His smile fades as his hand grips hers.
“Let go…Please let go of my hand…I don’t want you hurt!”
He holds her hand tighter in spite of the blood flowing between his fingers, pooling on the floor.
“No…I won’t…” he grinds his teeth together
She stands there crying, trying to get him to let go.
“If you love me at all…You’ll let go!”
He looks at her sadly, then pulls his bleeding hand away.
EnglandXReaderX2P America I'm terrible(So, this is love triangle ish, more like love line, I would tell you the line, but read it first)
I stood there, next to Arthur at the yearly Christmas party. Everyone was so happy, expect Arthur. He looked frustrated, stressed, sad. I knew he had been taking more shifts to pay for Christmas, so he's been leaving earlier and coming home later. I knew it made him angry and stressed, so on some nights I kept my distance. He wouldn't get mad.
"Love, can I talk to you, in private?" he asked.
I nodded. We went on the balcony, this place was a mansion. He's gonna propose! Thats why he brought me to this romantic place with a perfect view of the stars. OMG this is so perfect.
"What is it, Arthur" I asked leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Y/n" he began.
He wasn't putting his hand in his pocket to reach for the box. Maybe its somewhere crafty, like in the flowers or something.
"I'm breaking up with you" he said.
My eyes widen. A 3 ye
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
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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