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The Boy He Once Loved He looked down at the boy he once loved, lying so peacefully in the casket in front of him.
He laid his hand on the pearlescent white inner lining.
His eyes, already puffy and sore from the days of straight crying, started to water yet again. He wipes them away, still staring at the boy he had loved for over a year lying dormant for the final time.
Behind him, comes the deceased's mother father and sister.
"You know, Dom, he loved you very much." She rested her hand on his shoulder, and wept with him silently. The father stood silently on her right, with the sister in toe. She cried as well.
They all just stood there, alone in the room.
How he wanted to touch his hand
What The Heart WantsSome days I just stare into the mirror and imagine where I'll be in thirty years.
At 33, I could see myself living alone with a prissy dog.
Because, anytime I see myself with a guy, I just imagine being so uncomfortable.
When he touches me, I shy away. When he hugs me, I pull back. When he kisses me, I turn my head. Sometimes, I wonder, if I even am gay.
If I'm gay, and I do see no problem with it whatsoever, why do I imagine these thigns? Why can't I picture myself happy with another man?
I mean, I want a boyfriend deep down, but maybe that's not what I "truly" want.
Whenever an opportunity comes my way, I tend to lash out. I tend to become a jackass and drive them away. But the ones I want, tend to leave me.
And, anytime I see myself with a girl, I justno.
Not what I want.
I can't picture myself with either.
Maybe that means I'm just still unsure.
Maybe that just means I'm meant to be alone.
Maybe that mean
StalkerI look at your pictures online, view every one.
I've always wondered when you may kiss me the way you kiss her in the pictures, hug me like that.
I've often dreamed about the time you and I could spend together, on summer nights. We could just lie together in the field, caressing each other, watching the stars twinkle above us.
It's the time I want us to spend together.
It's the time we need to spend together.
If we just got to know each other; I'm sure I could make you happy, treat you better than she treats you.
That break up that you guys just had that lasted about two weeks? Yeah, hun, that won't happen with me. We could be happy.
We could be permanent.
Well, not so permanentgay marriage is still illegal in PA, Sadly.
But, I swear I could show you a better time than she ever couldI know how to have fun.
So, Alec, take me for a spin.
Gage's Final FarewellHere, before us today, lies a boy who's life was taken from us prematurely by a disease.
Without dwelling on the negative, we must focus on the lives this boy has touched. At only seventeen, he's made lots of friends. He's been there through, and helped to sort out, numerous dilemmas.
Now, as I veer off of the eulogy I prepared, I've spoken to a few of his close friends; just before the mass began, a young lady approached me and told me a story about how this young man saved her life. She was having issues. And he helped, as she says, immensely. Without him, she added, that she saw no way out. She contemplated suicide.
I had the pleasure of meeting this young man's boyfriend before this ceremony as well. He walked up, shook my hand, and told me, once again, how amazing of a boy Gage really was.
It is always tragic; the death of a child. More so, I would say, than any other kind. But,
I Miss You... I lay on his bed, I breathe in his scent silently staining his sheets with my tears. I sit in his chair, staring senselessly at his computer screen just thinking about how much he used this thing. I run my hand over his keyboard; I grip his mouse.
He was way too young to have taken his own life so senselessly. He could have gotten help he could have said something-anything- to me... maybe a bye? That may have actually soothed so many of my worries and some of my regrets that I now have...
He couldn't have even thought about the effect all of this might have on our family.
I take something to keep his memoryhis bible. As i go to pick it up off of his nightstand, i see a piece of paper tucked gently between the pages... the handwriting was jittery and the p
Secrets Maybe he won't find out this time; maybe he won't realize the smell. He sure does smell good.
My boyfriend, Nick, was waiting in the living room-we just moved in together just a few months ago, and everything was going great. "Hey, babe. Getting in kind of late?"
"Yeah, sorry hun, the meeting ran over." I kissed him on the cheek. Maybe I was just paranoid, but I heard him take a long inhale.
"Your meetings have been doing that lately, haven't they?"
"Yeah, sorry.. we're releasing a new product soon, so that shit kind of happens. I promise you it won't tomorrow." I kissed forehead and headed to bed, relieved he didn't smell his scent on me.
I go lie in bed
2P!FACE x Child!Reader x FACE - Confusion
"Wait here while I buy you ice cream." Matthieu said.
You nodded as you watch Matthieu walk to the ice-cream track. When he's out of sight, you walked over the swing and waited there.
Your smile grew when you realized that you can also have a brother and sister time in the evening. You already had fun at the park. You even played fetch with Blackie.
Your thoughts were interrupted when someone puts their hands on your shoulder. Expecting it to be your brother, you immediately turned around but you realized that it wasn't him. The man looked like Matthieu but his hair is shorter and he wears glasses.
[2P/N], it's time to go." the man said, almost in a whisper.
"Back home." the man picked you up, putting you on his shoulders and walked away.
"Who are you again?" you asked, making sure this isn't Matthieu.
Matthieu walked back with two [Favourite Flavour] ice cream cone but noticed that
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
Good Morning, Crystal Beach! (Request)
“Good Morning, Crystal Beach! Today, it looks like it will be smokin’ hot at 92°, so don’t forget to put on some sunscreen, hit the beach, and enjoy yourselves! With that being said, continue to enjoy the rest of this fine morning by listening to these summer classics on 93.8 Platinum.”
I groan as I get out of bed. Besides not having a good night’s sleep, I’ll also have to endure an entire day of heat. Shrugging, I turn off my radio and head off to my kitchen.
As I make myself some breakfast, I decide on what I want to do. I could always stick it out inside by watching TV or browsing the internet, but then again, I’ve been quite the shut-in lately. I haven’t seen or talked to my friends lately, nor have I gone out just to have fun.
I look out of my window, and I sigh. Though I don’t live right on the beach, it’s only about
Derrick considered the question carefully, “a maternity store of some sort?”
Keeping her attention to driving Charlie shook her head slightly. She smugly grinned, “No, you’d think they would be a good place to go, but usually not.”
“Alright, I give up?” he shrugged.
“Guess!” Charlie insisted.
“I did, I got it wrong.” Derrick smiled helplessly at Charlie.
“You only took one guess! Alright, a clue,” Charlie narrowed her eyes conspiratorially, “it’s ironically named.”
Derrick stared blankly back at Charlie in the driving seat. “Ironically named? What’s that suppose to mean?”
Charlie sighed. She repeated her clue, “It’s IRONICALLY named.” She stressed the word ‘ironically’ and then looked over to Derrick as if comprehension would suddenly blossom. It did not.
He favored her with a sour stare. “That’s not really helping, I heard you the
The Quiet Car
“All aboard train 42 bound for Washington!” yelled the conductor. I ran down the station platform. I can’t miss this! It’s the last train of the day, and I’d have to walk otherwise!
I jumped onto the doorway just as the train begun to move. The conductor looked at me with a bit of a frown, but it was nothing a $10 bill couldn’t fix. “Right this way, sir,” she motioned me as she pocketed the money. “Would you prefer a general seat or to sit in our new quiet section of the train?”
A quiet section? That sounds awesome! I had so much work to get done on the train, so an area without babies or children would be lovely. “Quiet please,” I said.
“OK, please remember no cell phones or loud discussions,” she said leading me to the car on the far end of the car. Inside were all girls, but it was nothing I hadn’t seen before – girls tended to like quieter areas. But, wait… No cell phones… th
Manic DepressiveI woke up and discovered ‘her’ hovering over my bed like a impatient hummingbird. Today she’s a teenager with shocking white blonde hair, tan legs and mischievous eyes. I can only imagine what she’ll try to bribe me into this time.
I call her Manic.
She’s practically jumping out of her bones; she’s so damn thin and perfect. I turn over on my side away from her. “I’d rather stay in bed today, thank you,” I mutter.
“Oh no you don’t,” I hear her answer determinedly. She pulls me out off the mattress with surprisingly strong arms. I end up on the floor swaddled in my own comforter.
Giggling Manic says “C’mon, we’re going to have some fun tonight.”
I cringe inwardly at thought. When it comes to Manic, fun can mean almost anything.
I force myself to dress, to brush my teeth, to even try to make something of my face and hair. Manic is fluttering behind me. The feeling in my chest tightens. I’
Spain X Reader Can We Keep it
Spain X Reader Can We Keep it
“Pretty please, with a cherry on top”
“For the last time Antonio NO and I don’t like cherries”
You were just hanging out in the living room of your shared apartmentwhen your boyfriend Antonio came in ambling about something. By the time you got him to calm down you noticed something in his hands. It was a turtle. Naturally he wanted to keep it but you can’t.
“Please, I promise I will take good care of it” he pleads
“A big tank, tools to clean it, food, and money for veterinary visits” you list
“A portion of the requirements needed to take care of a turtle” you inform
He smiles again.
“Don’t worry, I can handle it”
Just as you expected Antonio was having a hard time. The first problem was that the tank he bough
Btt x shy!reader : new girl 1I do not own hetalia or you~
I stood looking at myself if a full body mirror. I was wearing black shorts, a (f/c) tank top and a grey cardigan. I had just put the finishing touches my small amount of makeup. I looked at myself sadly in the mirror.
I was to attend hetalia academy this year and needless to say...I was terrified. I was not much of a person to defend myself or reach out to talk to people. My two best friends had moved away and now I had...nobody. After they had left I became very depressed...and started cutting to ease the pain and my mind. The last thing I wanted was for someone at this new school to see my cuts and hate me. "(Name)! Are you ready to go?" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. The academy was holding a picnic barbecue type thing before school actually started the next day. "Y-yes!" I shouted back before slipping on my (f/c) vans and running to get into the car.
The school was not far away from my house and we got there quickly. I glanced a
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 2)Chapter Two: The First Step
A high-pitched whistle was blown in a quick, sharp burst, causing the people around me under the shade of the pavilion to venture out into the morning sunlight. Not wanting to seem like a black sheep, I fastened my Camelback around my shoulders and hurried onto the field. I spotted Marco holding up his hand and calling, “Clarinets, over here!”
There were a good twenty or so people in the section, all of which saving Armin and Marco being girls. Armin was going over a sheet of paper in a blue binder, and Marco was counting the members of the section. He stopped when his eyes fell on me, and he smiled and said, “Morning, _____,” then resumed counting.
“Looks like everyone’s here,” he said to Armin, who scribbled something down before putting away the paper and setting the binder on the ground.
“Today we’re just going to go over marching fundamentals,” said Armin. “I know you all probably know al
Writing Practice: DescriptionI lifted the rock in the corner, and took the half-empty pack of Marlboros into my hand. My fingers trembled as I took a cigarette from the pack. I havent smoked in months I light up, the smoke floats from the blackening tip. I raise the filter to my lips, and breathe in. I feel the smoke engulf my lungs, my throat goes dry. I exhale, releasing every bit of the gray cloud, before taking another drag.
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