Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
Cinnamon Souls"You're mixing water in your coke again."Cinnamon Souls3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You do that when you worry."
"I'm always worried."
"No, you're usually cinnamon-in-your-tea worried. This is water-in-coke worried and that is seriously beginning to freak me out."
"What are you worried about?"
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"Well...do you ever wonder about the kind of guy you're waiting for?"
"I think we all wonder about that guy, love."
"I've been thinking about him more often than not lately. What he would be like, I mean."
"Oh. Well...if it helps any, I know what mine would be like."
"Sure. He will be tall, so I have to stand on my toes to kiss him. He will be kind so I can tell him anything without fearing him judging me. He will be strong so he can carry me when I fall."
"Wow. Sounds like you have this figured out. I guess we all have some idea about what our soulmate should be like."
"You know what yours will be like then?"
"No, I'm talking to the li
Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE~ Hehe!!Pregnant! Reader X 2P! FACEPregnant! Reader X 2P! FACE~ Hehe!!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hehe-Didn’t See That Coming!
Slight Cuss! Somewhat. GO 2P!!!!!
A small screech filled the air before going silent, the streets empty of anyone. Except for the few bodies that littered the alley, no one was about. Everyone knew to stay indoors and be still in the nightly hours. Only because of them.
The group traipsed with leisurely peace, a few snide comments shared as they headed home. It had been a rather successful raid and with weapons brandishing a layer of crimson, they had matching smiles on their faces. (Hehe..)
Going through the door with a bang, France instantly went for the wine bottle chilling in ice for him, dropping his sledgehammer without a care. As he popped the cork and took a gulp, you came up beside him, gently leaning against the doorway to the kitchen.
“How did it go?” You asked, smiling at Matt and Al as they pushed each other around in a…bromantical way. Oliver started to berate them on t
RealWhen they met it was on accident.Real4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up after the first ring she tells him that she called the wrong number, apologizes, and hangs up.
Later, she recognizes the fact that he probably knew it was her calling, and finds herself unexpecte
Dance With The DevilDance With The Devil3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The music floats through the air, happily and lazily without a second thought. Every note wafts into the listener's ears as the hourglass figures of elegant women pressed to dashing men flit around. Women's skirt fabric shifts in my ears as does the shuffling of the men's feet. Everything seems like it's out of a fairy tale, like the kind mother would read to me if I behaved that day. All the girls perfect, the opposite sex their mirror image but in what they desire, everything seems so perfect.
As it should, after all this is a Phantomhive ball held at the newly restored Phantomhive manor. Why shouldn't they all glide around the floor like the meaningless pawns they are, mere decoration in my vile name. Let them dance, let their ignorance scar me further for tonight is a night of 'celebration' as my Aunt Red calls it. To be honest I have no idea what could possibly be 'celebrated' in the return of my person. She calls it a blessing I call it another adjective. Either way one slices it
Hard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader RequestHard Day, Soft SpotHard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader Request2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2P! Canada X Reader Request~ To MissCrazy97
The roaring flames in the fireplace were spraying waves of warmth to you you’re your cocoon position on the couch. Wrapped up in super soft blankets, you peered out the large cabin windows at the weathery night. Snow was cascading down from the heavens, each heavy blow of it slightly worrying you more as your gaze went to the clock, counting each second.
The speed of the falling was a problem, but the sound of the front door slamming open relieved your worries, turning to look up at the broad shadowed figure in the doorway grumbling curses as he knocked the snow from his boots, placing his bloody hockey stick against the closet. You smiled kindly as he shook the white snowflakes from his wavy blonde hair, getting up and going to him as he slowly peeled off his gloves and unbuttoned his Mounties jacket.
Standing in front of him, you reached a hand out to him, but yanked it back swiftly. His black
NEW 100 Themes Challenge~THE 100 THEMES~NEW 100 Themes Challenge5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
5. Break Up
6. New Love
9. You and Me
10. I Do
12. DO NOT ENTER
15. Kings, Queens, and Jokers
16. Run Free
17. Where are the Crackers?
19. R is for Revenge
21. Do You Want To Know?
24. Rocks Aren't the Same
27. Freedom Isn't Free
32. Dying Fire
33. Breaking Point
37. Don't Go
40. Due Date
41. Sealed in Blood
45. Be a Man
46. Go For a Swim
47. Am I Dreaming?
48. Too Good To Be True
51. Elemental Tempest
52. Too Late
53. But I DIDN'T Do It
56. Lucky 13
57. I'm In
58. Slightly Disturbed
65. Black and White
69. Broken Promise
70. All the Little
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed colour and he bared his teeth.
He sometimes visits my dreams. The grass turns sickly where he trudges and the woodland creatures whimper and scramble in his wake. WHERES MY HUG? He holds his warm monster limbs out, palms snatching me from my happy-ever-after and grins gap-toothily. I manage a chuckle as I buckle in his embrace.
He used to keep me
Connecting~2P! Canada X Pregnant! Reader-GiftConnecting~2P! Canada X Pregnant! Reader-GiftConnecting~2P! Canada X Pregnant! Reader-Gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt X Reader Gift for MissCrazy97
Contentedly sighing, you reclined back on the couch, shifting your belly weight in the process. Seven months has taken a toll on your body, your gaze wistfully glancing over the pants you could no longer wear, and then the medications you had to take to fight off the nausea. But the joy of becoming a mother overcame every symptom of pregnancy and you were happy beyond belief.
Your head tuned up to your fiancé, the tall Canadian smiling softly down at you. His blonde wavy hair was loose, hanging partly in his dark violet eyes.
“Yes, now that he’s calmed down a little.” You giggled. “He has become quiet energetic in here.” You patted your round belly slightly, the warm flesh rippling form a kick. Matt noticed, circling around you before climbing onto your lap, resting his head against your belly as his arms wrapped a
His Butler, DesireHis Butler, Desire3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He's falling into darkness, into nothing without so much someone to catch him. To save him from this eternity of nothingness. He opens his mouth, knowing the words he has to shout for salvation but none come. Struggling he tries again, the dark ground approaching quickly, the fires of death growing on the horizon. Still no words, not even the slightest squeak.
As he approaches his doom he can hear the screams of his parents, his own and his aunt. One last try, that's probably all the time he's got until he dies. Just one more time to see if he can overcome this sheer fear that's engulfed him to try and push through it and save himself.
And his soul.
"SEBASTIAN!" He cries, his voice loud and powerful, ricocheting around him.
Nothing. His servant does not come, but his death does.
Sebastian may have not come in the dream but he bolted into Ciel Phantomhive's room right as he heard his master's bloodcurdling scream. Thrusting the door open he prepares to see the worst, maybe one of
Karkat Vantas x Reader Soft KittyKarkat Vantas x Reader Soft Kitty1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
// Y O U ' R E M I N E , G O T I T ? //
I tapped away at my laptop. It's been a month since Karkat and I started our red relationship, we haven't changed that much other than being more affectionate, that and Karkat comes over more often, even if it was for the smallest things. Right now, he was over so he could watch more of his usual, sappy romcoms, majority of them that I wasn't really into so we sat on the couch together, him watching his movie and myself, messing about on my laptop.
"Meeeeewwww." I looked over to find my cat, calling for attention sitting up on the sofa armrest. I smiled and called it over, him obeying and climbing down the rest and then right in between my crossed legs. I placed my laptop down on the table then began stroking my cat's little head, down to his spine then back again. Cute, little purrs could be heard from him, it really was adorable. Kissing the little cat's forehead, and him nuzzling back, I looked up and then toward
Such A Tease-Jeff X Reader *Part 2*Such A Tease-Part 2Such A Tease-Jeff X Reader *Part 2*1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jeff X Reader
WARNING- This fanfic contains sensual content. Don’t like? Then don’t read or comment.
You skipped your merry butt along the forest trail, humming a tune to yourself as the beautiful scenery passed by. Some time had passed since the bathroom thing, and you laid back on your teasing to give Jeff his space. He seemed very distant and tense, even socking poor Eyeless Jack the other day just for spilling coffee on his side of the couch.
Mundane things were setting him off and he staid quiet by himself, not even messing around with Ben like usual. This of course worried you. If he was acting out because of you, then you really wanted to apologize for your behavior. You didn’t mean anything by it, just wanted to express your growing attraction to the handsome killer.
It wouldn’t matter much anyways in a few days. To your complete and utter horror, Slendy announced Jane the Killer’s arrival due next week, and everyone knew how
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."Complicated3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
Kiss Me, DemonKiss Me, Demon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ciel " His voice calls out to me, gently and soothingly, like a lullaby or a slow song one dances to with their loved one. I feel a hand sweep back my bangs as the first traces of light filter through my eyelids, making everything seem like a deep glowing pink. An even sweeter touches graces my lips as I hear the voice chuckle, "My Lord, it is time to awaken you've overslept."
Groaning I force my eyes open to see the face of my butler staring back at me, his sultry eyes slightly crinkled due to the amused smile on his lips. He retracts the hand he had on my forehead as he arises from a sitting position on my bed; addressing the cart he parked by my bed. Sitting upright I stretch my arms, moaning at the feel good pain in my muscles before slumping upright into the down of my pillow, Sebastian handing me a warm cup of Earl Grey, extra sugar.
"Good morning, my Lord, I trust you slept well." He smiles as he unveils a cake that was hiding under a dome tray, "For breakfast is chocolate
.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry Up And Save me"
I'm going through the same day
Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, I can't lie
Oh, you got to me
You were outside today, in the almost one-hundred degree heat doing work for your parents, as they had better things to do...meaning they wanted to stay inside and watch T.V. all day.
You were in charge of most things chore related around the house. Even at age seventeen, your parents still treated you like a ten year old slave, making you do everything for them, and when you refused or had done your chore wrong, you were beaten.
In fact, you had to wear jackets and pants to cover up bruises and scars your parents had given you. Though the ones on your face were just there for you to lie about, and let people think you were clumsy and fell all the time, causing your eye to be black, or your jaw to be bruised. No one would have believed it
Karkat Vantas x Reader My Human Nurse Is A PainKarkat Vantas x Reader My Human Nurse Is A Pain1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
// O N L Y W I T H Y O U.. //
Due to recent.. events on my behalf, I ended up making Karkat sick, then deciding to take care of him as it was my fault, he protested but of course, I didn't go down without my opinion at the top.
I rubbed my head, finishing up pouring the steamy soup into the bowl, placing the pot down and then picking up the bowl carefully to not burn myself while carefully bringing it into the other room I had forced Karkat to take camp in it. I placed it gently down on the table, giving him a questionable look upon my face, I wondered if he had the strength to even move his body. We stared at each other until he groaned and looked away, I guess not, I smiled kindly and lifted up a spoonful before blowing on it and bringing it towards his mouth. Chuckling slightly at the memories of my mother pretending it was an airplane, making the sounds as well. Retreating back to the bowl of soup, I brought forth another load of soup, once again, towards h