Mrsharrystyles1

  A woman concealed herself for the cold weather that lay outside her door. She moved to a small, messy kitchen a scrawled a note, shoving it into her pocket before going back into her grungy living room.  Looking over to the pulled-out bed/couch, she nearly bursted into tears seeing her small child's face sleeping so innocently and perfectly as though none of her disgusting home had even touched the baby.  Scooping her up, she protected her joyous bundle before trudging out into a howling blizzard. The woman walked for about an hour or so, the scene of a bad neighborhood turning into that of the middle-class.  Looking at the larger-tha

  Your small body collapsed on the ground in fatigue of the muscles and mind. It has only been a few years since you have been tossed into the mess of a war by your boss. As a child. A young little nation that couldn't fend for herself.   Sure, a nation would never even dream of harming a young nation but the troops were under the control of their bosses. The bosses were in control of the countries. They wouldn't think twice about attacking anyone trespassing on their land.   Digging your nails into the ground, you let tears spill as you tried to keep moving away. Branches snapped behind you, making you fear that an enemy was

Cry's girl:Cry X Reader Rated:T For the last few hours you and Ryan had talked about the stream, he had given you a few pointers on what you should do and say but other than that you really had no clue what to expect. Ryan had set up his laptop so that you would be able to join the stream properly and play games with everyone. You wanted to be as involved as you could since this was your first stream you wanted to really show people what you were like. It was about an hour before the stream was due to start and you were supposed to call everyone so that you could all meet and break the ice. You had to admit you were really nervous to meet  

You're in your bedroom at eleven o'clock at night watching Pewdiepie play the final few episodes of The Walking Dead, save for the very last, which was rumored to be out tonight.  You've been waiting for forever to see these, and are getting so into it, when suddenly you hear an irritated voice shout, "[f/n], turn off that damn computer already!  That voice is driving me insane!"  You groan, as you're almost finished with one of the videos.   "Can't I just have a few more minutes?" You plead.  No such luck is coming your way at the moment.  Your mother barges in, hissing at you, "I told you to turn it off!  It's giving me a headache!" "But

"Man, you suck at this," he says with a chuckle. "Well, you can hardly blame me… it's my first time… it's scary," you pout.  When you lose the game for about the millionth time though, cringing as the Grudge girl grabs your character's arm again, your boyfriend of two years gets up off of the couch and settles down behind you.  His legs rest on either side of yours, and his arms slide around you, loosely wrapping around your shoulders.  You attempt to start the game over again, but sweet nothings being whispered into your ear distract you.  You die for the thirty-second time. "Felix," you whine, "stop it!" "Hmm…" He th

You wiped your hand across your face, unintentionally smearing flour across your forehead.  You didn't bother wiping it away.  Humming to yourself, you flicked on the overhead fan as the preheating oven caused the kitchen to become unbearably hot.   As you added chocolate chips to your cookie batter, you began to sing (fave song).  You didn't think you were a very good singer, but it didn't matter, since you had the entire apartment dormitory to yourself.  After the first week of classes your roommate had decided college wasn't right for her.  Since she'd left, you could sing as loudly as you wanted inside your kitchen and no one would hear

Because you people wouldn't leave me alone about it. XD Nah, jk, I love writing these stories. And reading them. :heart: Enjoy! --- A dream come to life. Just before Valentine's Day, you had met the most phenomenal man in the entire universe. He called himself the Doctor, and you had fallen for him the moment you heard his enthusiastic introduction. "'Ello! I'm the Doc-tah!" You had met under more than strange circumstances. There had been a series of disappearances in your neighborhood. No one had any evidence, there were no witnesses, and the police had no leads. Then, one morning, the Doctor landed on the roof of your house. Just as y

      Bumping into the Doctor on the street was an accident. Seeing him at a party was a coincidence. Meeting him again before you died at the hands--well, eye stalk of a Dalek was fate. And now you stepped into the TARDIS, not knowing it would change your life forever.     "Holy shi-" The Doctor quickly put his index finger on your lips. "I try to keep it PG here if you don't mind," he said and let go of your lips and turned away toward the middle of the TARDIS. You rolled your eyes, "How about R?" He Doctor spun around and took one long step back to you, slightly embarrassed by your question. "How about no." The Doctor's finger poked the

Laying on her side, Rose stretched out on the couch and watched the Doctor fiddle with the underside of the TARDIS's controls. "Doctor." Rose called softly. "Hm?" the Doctor said, still under the TARDIS's controls. "Doctor." Rose said again. There was something in her voice that made the Doctor come out from under the console and look at her, "Yes?" he asked. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Rose asked. The Doctor was slightly confused by her question and wasn't sure how to answer. "No." he finally said. Rose's eyebrows scrunched close together but she didn't frown. "Do you want to be with me forever?" Rose questioned. The Doctor was still s

Why did he leave me? After all i did to find him again and I'm back here on this beach with this... Rose thought to herself as she walked back along the beach with her mum and the human Doctor (formed from the Doctor's severed hand by Donna). She looked down at the hand holding hers, that same irresistible smile, the scruffy brown hair and those eyes that had seen the beginning and the end of time and realised-He hadn't left her with some cheap imitation of the real thing. He'd left her with part of him, the part that leaned against the wall where the portal to the void had been at Canary Wharf and had wept for the girl he loved but could nev