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The Dead of WinterThere is snow on the ground outside. This realization should not be as jarring as it is. It is winter, after all, the middle of January, and the snow should not come as a surprise to her. Still, it does, perhaps because of the way it creeps silently into hearts and minds, an ever present slow fall that somehow covers everything before one even realizes it has begun. It becomes apparent to her that she isn’t talking about snow anymore.
She misses him the most at times like this, grey days where coldness seeps like grief into her bones and the chill in the air makes her tired enough to think about the past. The snow buries everything, and all of a sudden the yard looks just like it did 20 years ago, and she can almost hear his voice in her ear, before she looks away and reminds herself that memories do nothing but hurt.
It is her own personal tragedy, this cold winter day. It is too loud, the silence roaring like thunder in her ears. It is too quiet. The stillness of the world outs
Star BrightAnd so she dances through their lives
through everyone’s lives
a ballerina on the stage
an artist on the high trapeze
a girl twirling in her backyard
all bigbig curls
too big for her face
(crazy crazy curls )
and brightbrightbright eyes
shining sparkling laughing
and he thinks that maybe,
this could be what dreams are made of
like all the stars in the sky
like every wish ever made
and he should have known it was too good to last
because this brightbrightbright dreamer
made out of wishes on stars
is made to dance--
and dancers don’t stay still
(not for very long)
and neither does she
she dances into his life
and makes it special
and then dances out again
and he’s left to deal
with what she’s left behind
it’s a little bit emptier
and a little bit duller
and a little bit sadder
a little bit more real
star light star bright
first star i see tonight
i wish i may
is perfect snowflakes
frost on windows
& days off school
snowmen and hot chocolate
warm register and gloves
dark skies and even darker days
wreaths left over from Christmas
and dreams of warmer times
is mud and melting snow
grey skies and brown branches
birdseed and scarves
hearts and cupids
scissors, valentines & chocolate
is windy days
and more grey skies
& long shadows
green things showing
and birds Heralding the end of the cold
is new life & the smell of things growing
new hope & windows left open
& remembrance of death’s defeat
is short sleeves and weeds
daisy chains and lakes
ice cream and hopes of summer
& blossoms floating through the air
is sunny days
and long hours
and summer goodbyes
and green everywhere
and long bike rides
A Sense of the SeasonsSummer
looks like heat rising off the pavement
smells like freshly mowed grass.
sounds like the announcements from the swim meet at the other end of the neighborhood.
tastes like melted ice cream.
feels like creek water washing over my feet.
looks like pollen on top of every car
smells like flowers from in front of every house
sounds like raindrops falling on the roof
tastes like snap peas fresh form the garden
feels like soft crape myrtle blossoms everywhere
looks like trees turning colors
smells like fresh erasers for starting school
sounds like the rustle of leaves in bags
tastes like pumpkin pie from Thanksgiving dinner
feels like the beginning of crisp coldness in the air
looks like ice glittering everywhere
smells like hot chocolate
sounds like the crack of icicles separating from the roof
tastes like snow melting in my mouth
feels like my toes freezing in my boots
Seasons come an
Secret SorrowsYou can never say that you weren’t warned. Because you were, and that is where the problem lies. Because you were the sort of child that touched what you weren’t supposed to, looked where you were forbidden to look and longed for what they said you could never have and you’ve somehow held on to that piece of yourself. It is your entire character, that when they say “stay away”, you can’t help but wander closer.
You were 15 when you first saw him, barely more than a girl. You were awash in the haze of growing up and finding yourself and being who you wanted to be, never realizing that rebellion is all about being just like everyone else. He was 18, sun bleached hair and devil-may-care attitude, and right there, from across the school yard, you fell a little bit in love. You thought you’d never see him again, and placed him on the dusty shelf of crushes in your mind, another one of those boys you admired from afar and sighed and (maybe even) crie
As the sun lowers in the sky
Dips into the horizon
throwing out splashes of color
berry bright red
tongues of orange flame
the blue of the night sky
reaching out to engulf
that's not quite dark
not quite light
and you can see the first glimmers of stars
and the final rays
of the dying sun
as it sinks beneath the horizon
throwing out colors
as if onto a painter's palette
the last attempt
to hold onto the light
a final flash
Sherlock x Child! Reader Pt. 1
Sherlock x Child! Reader Heim Pt. I
“What is that?”
‘What is what?”
“What is that child doing in your arms?”
“Oh, you mean this one?”
“No, I mean the one flying around the room-- Of course I mean that one!! And why on earth are you covered in blood?!”
“That’s a story for another day.”
“Can you at least tell me where this girl is coming from?”
“Like I said, it’s a story for another day.”
(Name) couldn’t quite understand the conversation that ensued shortly after the odd greeting the tall man gave the shorter. There were many words she didn’t quite catch, but she was sure that should she repeat them she could be in a lot of trouble.
It didn’t help that everyone here had incredibly strange accents, making it even more difficult to comprehend anything anyone was saying. However, despite all the comm
Not My Day, Yet. Pluto x Reader
Shivering and trembling from the icy rain, you pulled your thick coat closer to your body and sneezed for the dozenth time in the last hour. “I swear Sebastian's trying to kill me, or at least get me sick. Out of everyone that could have gone, he had to send me. It's always like this too.” Your words caused a deja vu feeling to take over. For some reason or another, Sebastian seemed to enjoy shoving you into things and making you do tasks you'd rather someone else do. Maybe it was true that you tended to be a bit stubborn and needed to learn how to obey, but it still annoyed you. “The sight of the local tea shoppe brightened your mood, but just slightly. “Finally.” You rushed inside, hoping to find warmth, but found none. “It's colder in here than it is outside.”
An elder man quickly appeared from the back room. “Sorry about that Miss, we're having a bit of trouble with our furnace. I know it won'
Caught You (Punk!JackFrostxReader) One-Shot
Lately, it had been snowing a lot in your town. It got to the point where one day the snow was almost up to your knees. Everyone in your town was sick of the snow and thought that Mother Nature was being especially mean this winter however you knew the real reason as to why things were the way they were. What happens when it snows a lot?
School gets cancelled, that’s what.
And when school gets cancelled then that means you get to hang out without a certain Guardian.
With a grin on your lips, you slipped on your special snow boots and put on the appropriate clothing to go out into the cold weather. Once you were properly dressed, you headed outside and looked around to see if he was there. He was nowhere in sight however you had a feeling he would be showing up soon. To make the time pass more quickly, you started to play in the snow. Without your gloves on, you were positive that you would have caught frostbite by now. You were making a few snowballs and tossing them in the air,
New Boyfriend (Stalker!2P!Canada x Reader)It was the first day back from summer vacation. Matthew arrived at school first. He actually couldn’t wait to see __________ again. He hadn’t seen her since June. Her father put her into some camp because her grandmother was visiting and he wasn’t going to have his daughter exposed to shit. He didn’t mind. They wrote and talked through letters and her laptop, which she smuggled in. He missed her. He was going to walk her to school but he had other things he on his mind. He spent the summer with Allistor, Francis, and Gaul. He was just tired. He was looking forward to seeing a feminine face that wasn’t a prostitute.
“Hi Mattie!” he looked up and stared. Puberty was fuckin’ good to ___________. She filled out in all of the right places. Her chest came in, her legs were longer, her hair was done nice, she was actually wearing something nice, versus the shit her mother had her wear in middle school, and she was just…cute.
Tony x Child! Reader I'm Coming Home
Tony x Child! Reader I’m Coming Home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
(Name) Stark, daughter of the world’s favorite billionaire, stared out of the window with a frown on her face, her small brow furrowed as she observed the throngs of people travelling around at rush hour. She had a natural talent for recognizing faces, but the falling rain tended to obscure her vision.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
She’d caught him drinking again. He’d been trying non-stop to go cold turkey on the drinks. Which isn’t the easiest thing when you’re suffering from alcoholism. She sighed at the memory. (Name) had begun to scold him, however being four years old didn’t prove for much influence on the man. Not when he was as drunk as he had been that night, anyways.
Don't leave - Netherlands x Reader
The rays of the sunlight woke you up. Your squinted your eyes and stretched, turning around in the bed. It was a sunny day, birds were chirping, a perfect, cliché day. Until. . . You looked at your alarm clock and realized you had one hour to get ready for work. You sighed, you really didn’t feel like working today.
After a few minutes you managed to sit up and throw your legs over the edge of the bed, you rubbed your face with your hands and groaned. Slowly, you raised yourself but was pulled back into the bed. You gasped, two muscular arms wrapped around you and prevented you from walking away.
You relaxed into the grip and giggled when you heard small murmurs against your hair. “You know, I can’t hear you when you have your face buried in my hair.” You chuckled and turned around so you were facing him. Your husband, Tim Jansen.*
[ Since Netherlands doesn’t have an official Surname, what I know about anyway, I just picked a random name for him.
Fighting - Punk!England x Reader
A loud sound from an electric guitar was heard and you covered your ears. Your eyes were shut hard and your nose wrinkled in disapproval. You threw your sketches on the ground and went out of the door of your room. You marched towards the basement in the small house you shared with nobody else than Arthur Kirkland.
Slam! The basement door shut and the brit’s attention was turned towards a certain pissed person. Also known as you.
“Finally coming to hear my amazing music, love?” He smirked as he caressed the neck of his guitar. You walked towards him.
“Would you, please, turn down the volume of that shitty music you have there.” You snapped and put your hands on your hips.
“It’s not shitty, you just don’t have a taste in good music.” He said and proceeded to play loudly again until your hand grabbed his wrist.
“Seriously, Arthur, it’s starting to get really annoying, can you at least turn down the volume?” Th
Wordsworth Between Us Snake x Reader
The chilly morning air of your small, cozy home caused the tiny hairs on your forearms to raise and goosebumps to form. “How is it so cold in here? It was nice and warm when I went to bed.” Sliding your feet into a pair of warm slippers to avoid touching your cold hard floor, you scurried to the large, covered window and pulled back the heavy curtains. Just having the sunlight shine in through the glass warmed your room considerably. “There, now. That's much better.” As you walked from room to room, pulling back the curtains and drapes, you heard a gentle knock at your front door. Not expecting any visitors, you pulled your housecoat tightly around your body and slowly cracked open the front door. “Snake, what are you doing here?”
Snake looked straight at you, as it often was, his face was almost completely devoid of any expression. “You never came to see us. Says Emily.”
Immediate guilt hit you. How could you have fo
Mute!Reader x Karkat || RantsKarkat Vantas. For once, he was finally fucking silent.
Usually, when someone bumped into him he made a huge deal about it. Yell at them, make them feel inferior, have them apologize, etc.
But when this human girl bumped into him, he was silent for a moment, just because she had really pretty [h/c] hair and [e/c] eyes. It caught his eyes for a moment, as he trailed her backside, before realizing she was walking away, without a care in the world.
"Hey nooksniffer!" He growled, and grabbed at her shoulder, which was clothed with [f/c] graphic t-shirt that had a cute little chibi person flipping you off, with the words 'moshi moshi' 'desu desu' around it. The Vantas tried not to compliment the shirt, after all, he was trying to chew her out.
Complimenting her probably wouldn't help at all. At least, if he was trying to achieve his goal. "You bumped into me, and you didn't even say sorry."
This girl gave him an, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' look, but didn't say anyt
RoyaltyOnce upon a time
there was a king
and a queen
but there was also
all icy white beauty
And then there was the princess
she was beautiful, too
(in her own way)
all warmth and sunshine and heart melting smiles
giggles and dizziness
And then there's the king
(that's you, boy)
and something unexpected happened
because never before
has a king
fallen for a princess
But when asked to choose between
(the snow queen)
(the flower princess)
the choice was simple
who wants a snowflake
when you can have a flower petal?
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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