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Before and After Meme by ~CapnBrie
FatherYou glance at me, but gaze at her.Father by ~CapnBrie
Hug her, but only give me a pat on the back.
If you haven't noticed yet, I'm your daughter
Not her.
Am I not good enough for you, dad?
Not pretty enough for you, dad?
Not funny enough, nice enough for you, dad?
Not outspoken enough?
Don't you understand how much it hurts-
To see you treat her like she's your own flesh and blood,
To see you act like she's your little girl?
Dad!
Listen to me for once!
I just want you to look at me like I'm important,
Like you actually care,
As if you're proud of me!
But you know what?
All I have is mom!
Girls need their fathers-
Don't you know what happens w
Dense (AmericaxTomboy!Reader) "What's up, Al?" You asked as you saw your blonde-haired friend.Dense (AmericaxTomboy!Reader) by ~Smokewhisper
"Dude, _______________, you wanna go to my totally awesome party this weekend?!" He yelled, his blue eyes sparkling more than usual.
"Hell yeah!" You reply, subconsciously grabbing the thin bra strap through your shirt and adjusting it. The action went unnoticed by Alfred, who continued to squirm.
"Hey, remember that time Artie got drunk as hell and almost made out with Francis? This is gonna be even crazier! I can't wait!"
"Yeah, sounds great! But I swear, if slip something into my stuff again, you will never be able to make a child, Alfred Jones." You added darkly, recalling the time he had somehow managed to slip estrogen supplements into your drink. You had no idea where or how he had gotten hold of them, but you had spent the whole of the next day doubled over on the toilet.
Alfred gulped, looking a bit scared as he replied, "N-no way, dude. I won't do it again, I a
Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 1Bully!Prussia X Bullied!Reader: Forgotten CH 1 by =x-Pasta-Chan-x
A young girl about 6 years old with (h/c) hair that went down just to about her shoulders stood at the edge of a pond in the middle of a fairly open field quite a distance away from the nearest park, staring intensely into its calmly rippling water with focused (e/c) eyes. Her reflection stared back at her, surrounded by a few lily pads which sat gently on the tip of the water’s surface. A few minutes passed in silence as she continued to stand there, the only sounds being the calm breeze as it moved through the grass and the tiny splashing of the water as it gently hit some of the rocks at the edge of the pond.
Come on, come out alrea
Sta.sh
