Anonymous-Lizard

Strong fingers tightened around the handle of a beer mug, white knuckled. The drink was raised, a steady gulp swallowed down, blue eyes narrowed over the rim. Raucous laughter filled the air, voices raised to exchange drunken conversation. The floor vibrated with the upbeat bass of DJ selected music, the mood set. Scantily clad cocktail waitresses mingled with the crowds, stopped by tables to offer drinks to the already-intoxicated patrons. Lone men watched with hungry eyes, primal desire evident within the darkness of their gazes. Settled alone in a corner booth Mathias Køhler inhaled a deep breath, attempted to sooth the angry burn th

Today was the day, [Name]. Today was the day. However, [Name] wished that today was a better day. It was absolutely below freezing on her end, and since her mom was so frugal, the heater stayed on low. So, she had to walk around her house in a nice fluffy coat and scarf, mug of hot chocolate never leaving her side. But, back on the subject of Today. The day. The day, more specifically, that she'd get to see her friend Dave for the first time, thanks to the new video-chat thing she just installed in pester-chum. Allow the "Woot Woot"'s to commence. What a day this would be. She stepped into her room, turning on her little portable heater to

"Dave." "(_Name_)." "Dave." "(_Name_)." "Strider." "(_Last name_)." You stare at the boy in front of you, only seeing your own reflection in his dark shades instead of his eyes. "Entertain me," you demand as you try to keep your face as blank as his. "Why should I?" "Because I said so." "So fucking uncool (_Name_)." Dave stands up and stalks out of his room, leaving you sitting on the floor as he walks away like a retarded penguin. It only takes him a few minutes to return and when he does you find yourself being smothered by a very plush violet rump. "UGH- Dave what was that for!" "You said you were bored." "Yeah well I said en

Cooler Than Me, Part 2[DavexReader] --- You were right. You were right in every way possible. That guy, John’s new friend, is definitely trying to run you off. His efforts are so obvious they make you sick. Take that lovely afternoon at the pizza parlor, for instance. The evening where everything hit the fan. You arrive fashionably late, just to prove how much you don’t freaking care. Which, of course, is a lie (but they don’t have to know that, and that’s the point). So you’re trying to have a good time with John, okay? John, being John, easily entertains both you and his friend from Texas. You begin to thi

Cooler Than Me, Part 1 [DaveXReader], --- Surprisingly, you weren’t really threatened by John’s relationship with his best bro. You reasoned that your position as John’s childhood friend was solidified simply by how long you had known each other. You and John were friends in kindergarten, while he and his new buddy had met sometime in middle school. Plus there was the fact that you lived a mere two houses away, while John’s best friend was stranded in Texas. --- Ah, the first weekend of summer. You exit your house, dressed appropriately for the warm suburban weather. It doesn’t take you long to get to John&r

    “Alright, today is my birthday…but meh, who cares.” You groaned as you let yourself fall back down on your bed. You decided to cover yourself with the blanket and tried to get back to sleep once again. But for some reasons, you were having a strange presentiment that you cannot place at all. Although, you got your answer when the blankets were suddenly pulled out off of you and it was tossed unceremoniously somewhere inside your room by a familiar blonde guy you’d know anywhere.     “Rise and shine princess!” Matthias’ loud voice echoed inside the room. You covered your ears and winced slightly

READER I was all geared up for the camping trip. My best friend Vladimir and I arranged a camping trip for just the two of us. We were currently hiking up some mountain and, by my observation, we were already halfway up. Vlad said he wanted to sleep where the stars were just beyond his reach whenever he goes out the tent. I felt the same and just went with it.            I stopped for a while and turned around, gazing at the forests beyond the mountain. The view was beautiful—the greens contrasting with the blues of the lakes and the skies. I was so glad I agreed to come—I would’ve missed a lot if I didn’t. Plus, I

PART ONE __________ Looked at her wardrobe in shock, mouth open in a perfect O of despair, and shiny tears threatening to fall down her cheeks when she noticed the little pink note on her bed “hi _______! I had,like,that faboulus idea,and I ,like, IMPROVE your wardrobe soooo much!you can thanks me later!byyyyeeee!!! –feliks”. She closed her mouth to swallow, then opened it again trying to scream with frustration and anger. still, she could not . She was trying since that horrible scene presented itself before her (e/c) eyes, but she had failed to issue a single sound to put the whole world, or at least the entire block,

Dear [Name], I hate you. I hate the way you laugh like everything is okay in the world, and the way you smile like the goddamn sun. I absolutely loathe the way you bite your lower lip and how your eyebrow quirks up when you’re confused or surprised. I hate how you can be kind and fun and weird at the same time. I hate how you leave footprints and not scars. I dislike your smell, like a field of flowers and the ocean and maybe a little bit of the mountainside mingled into one. The way you move, the way you talk, revolts me. I hate your pranks and your jokes, and the way your lip lift up in a crooked half-smile. I hate this. I hat

 Full lips slowly drag across the smooth peel, with teeth sinking into the watery, almost too-sweet center. Summer squirms and distills itself into the hot beads of sweat, the faint tinkling of an old ice cream truck. The humid air seems to stifle the snapping crunches of apple. The vivid shades of red and yellow subdue themselves into muted colors of pink and orange. The fruit feels heavy in her hand, but the substance is transparent, and seeping through her fingers fast. A soft sigh caresses his mouth. He runs a caramel hand through his hair again, looking at her. His green eyes are half closed; she can see the outline of every dark e