Of lovers and friends (Kise x Reader) Of lovers and friends (Kise x Reader) 6 days ago in Short Stories
Of lovers and friends  - The sneaky pictures
A/N: Hello! Here I am again with another super fluffy, humorous story! I really hope you enjoy it!
BTW, special thanks to my waifu :iconOw-My-Arrow: for letting me borrow her and some of her ideas for this story. Thank you my baby!
Interrupting the basketball team’s practice was NOT a wise thing to do. However, you didn’t find any harm on it, seeing as they were on their break. You had no intention to stay long, after all.
You gave Kasamatsu an apologetic grin when he shook his head at you. He could clearly see your [e/c] gems sparkling with mischief, so he just rolled his eyes playfully before engaging in a conversation with Kobori.
With the captain’s approval, you approached Kaijō’s ace, who was sitting down on the wooden floor and drinking a water bottle. “Ryo-kun!”
Kise gave you a small grin, standing up and opening his arms to engulf your smaller form in a bea
my new canvasIt wasn't instantaneous. Synapses fought and kept firing. Light, deep and radiant hovered above me. It faded slowly- so slowly and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Then came the music.my new canvas5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The hum of a guitar, one noted being plucked and gliding through the air. A melody that moved in slow waves, undulating, hypnotizing. A pure sense of peace enveloped me, everything warm and tingling.
Time stopped, I think, something changed, a transition. I was in an unfamiliar place but I did not fear it. A giant golden sun hung on the horizon, the landscape painted green and gold. Snowcapped mountains stood tall the distance, a still pool of water at the base. Delicate flowers pale in color were all around me. I hadn't breathed a single breath since opening my eyes- respiration stolen by the ethereal look and feel of this place. My body completely at ease, my mind crystal clear, I knew this was my home now. I knew there was magic here, and
Explain (DeadpoolXMutant!Reader)Explain (DeadpoolXMutant!Reader)2 days ago in Short Stories
Bullets flew past you left and right as you dived behind a turned over car for safety. You held your broken arm to your chest as you caught your breath and faintly heard the laugh of your friend over the loud gun fire. Glancing through the broken window of the car you saw Deadpool pulling one of his katana's out of a guys throat. Just as you stood up to resume fighting, your phone rang in your pocket, blaring 'Who let the dogs out'. Groaning you pulled out your phone and saw an angry picture of Wolverine flashing across your screen. Honestly was it to much to ask for him to smile in a photo instead of glaring and wishing the device would explode?
"Hey Logan what's up?" You answered hoping he couldn't hear the gun fire.
"Where are you?" He asked unamused.
"Just...out. Buying groceries and stuff" You replied before a severed head flew past you.
"Heads up! Ha! Heads. See what I did there?!" Deadpool called before he started laughing at his own joke.
"Scott said you
A Day In The Life Of A Fat Soccer MomTrish Cunningham was slumbering peacefully in her bed. Dreaming happily next to her husband Paul, Trish was awoken by the screams of her two year old daughter Aurora waking up. While some moms at this time worked out or went to the gym, she was not one of those mothers, weighing in at substantial 280 pounds. Trish rubbed her eyes and looked at the time. It was 8:00 am on a beautiful Sunday morning. Most mothers used Sunday as a day to relax, unwind, prepare for the long week of work ahead. But for Trish, Sunday was the most stress inducing day of the year. Not because football was on, she despised the NFL. It was because Sunday was soccer day.A Day In The Life Of A Fat Soccer Mom1 week ago in Short Stories
Trish was the fat, spoiled wife of Paul and overweight mother of three beautiful girls. They lived a big three story house in the suburbs. 12 year old daughter Megan, was the best player on her travel soccer team, the Tornadoes. She had brunette hair and was thin, unlike her mother she kept a very healthy diet. 8 year old daughter Kendall, was in
Metal FatigueThe scientists were standing round the font with the vicar, cooing over the new addition to the family.Metal Fatigue3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
The godparents, Gold and Silver, watched from the front pew.
Gold sighed. “I wonder what they’re going to call this one.”
“Something sensible, I hope,” said Silver.
Gold nodded. “Yes—the things they come up with nowadays! Whatever happened to those lovely old fashioned names?”
Silver stared into the distance. “‘Iron’, ‘Bismuth’, “Palladium’...”
“Gorgeous names, all of them.” Gold flicked through the hymnal. He looked up again. “And then there’s Copper and Tin—they called their child Bronze. Nice straightforward name—no messing about.”
“Did you hear Copper got divorced?” said Silver.
“No,” said Gold. “What happened?”
“Apparently he had a baby with Zinc too. They’re calling it Brass.”
EnvyLet me introduce myself, for my name is Envy. You may recognise me as one of the Seven Deadly Sins.Envy5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
It’s my duty, in which I take great pleasure in, is to show you – yes, you – what coveted items and people others have while you possess absolutely nothing. They’re far greater than you, weakling, and that fact alone drives you crazy. So crazy that you grow embittered and resentful towards them because of your so-called inferior complex.
I have no physical form, therefore I reside in the body of a temptress with eyes as green as earthly emeralds. As you gaze into my eyes, there’s no escape – you’re simply held captive under my magnetic power. Once you’re mine, I’ll have access to every single jealous thought you have, displayed open like some pathetic story pertaining to your misery.
You feel my gentle breath caressing your ear as I whisper encouragement.
(Vale Rebellion Plot) A Storm is Coming(Vale Rebellion Plot) A Storm is Coming5 days ago in Short Stories
Featuring: Shenandoah and Raban
Domain of the Wolf
Nightfall came with a foreboding gloom, clouds overcasting the land of Vale, obscuring the mountains in a ghostly white. As snow began to fall, Raban waited anxiously on the edges of a branch from an old Aspen tree at the head of the valley, watching the wolves as they retired to their dens one by one. A storm is coming. He shifted uncomfortably, knowing all too well of its impending consequences for those caught within its midst. He found his eyes trailing the northern ledges of the looming mountains before him, until finally, they settled upon the largest hallow at its face. A dark blur appeared in his peripheral vision, adverting his eyes to meet the gaze of the wolf he had been waiting on standing at the fringes of the forest. All of the conditions and preparations had been met. Now it was all up to Raban.
The white raven slu
2/5/20162/5/20162/5/20166 days ago in Short Stories
Every day, while my friends and I played out in the front of the school grounds, there would be an old grandma in front of her house across the street rocking back and forth on her creaky little rocking chair. She didn’t ever really do anything, except look up at us and smile, and then look back down. Even so, she was the center of the entire fourth grade’s rumors.
“Did you see that?” Arin said, grabbing my shoulder to catch my attention. He had his finger pointed out across the street at the old woman, who held her head down as she rocked back and forth. “She was watching us again, I swear!”
“No she isn’t” I said. I never really understood what about her spooked people so much; she seemed nice enough, and the way she smiled reminded me a bit of my own grandmother.
“No, I promise!” He said. “See, there! She was watching us again! Didn’t you see?”
“But she w
Crown Candies Presents: The Chocolate Channel“I hope you don’t mind me asking you a question Mr. Crown,” Shinobu spoke up, following their tour guide down the lengthy corridor. “But why did you decide to allow us a tour of your factory? It seems a bit odd.”Crown Candies Presents: The Chocolate Channel5 days ago in Short Stories
“She has a point. For someone who is paranoid enough to use a bank vault for a door, you don’t seem like a people person.” Kitsune added. Crown stopped short as he spun, a smile on his face. To most people, they would have been unnerved by his bizarre and rather abrupt grimace. It was, however, more to do with his excitement of the whole day.
“That’s a good question. Before we begin the tour proper, I will admit that I have an ulterior motive,” He saw the scared glances they gave one another as he slightly panicked. “Wait, hold on. Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not like I made this tour to sacrifice you to an elder god or something. If anything, I’d rather you tell your friends how much
The Walls of DeceptionYou once pleaded with me to follow you through one of the Doors of Perception, but I didn't want to take that trip. No, I had my happy and successful future all mapped out, and it was supposed to put me on a different plane than the one you were flying high on.The Walls of Deception5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Yet you were the one who landed laughing. My trip ended in a crash. You are still seemingly young and wild and free. The world can remain your oyster, with you as its pearl.
I am trapped here, where I have found myself encircled by walls which themselves are surrounded by trenches and barbed wire. This is a prison of my own making, a hellish price I pay for my deceit, my errors, my never-rectified human mistakes. The system chained me, tried me, convicted me and won't ever again allow me to know freedom.
I rarely dream now, but when I do it is of you and that endless trip you're still on. You are still a diamond, Lucy - a diamond in the sky.
Four Sisters of the Earth "In the bleak mid-winter, all of nature groans. The world engulfed in darkness, frozen like a stone. And all of man will moan, for with Winter he must all atone," sung a girl sitting on a stump surrounded by snow. The song was like syrup in the way the words slowly rolled of the girls tongue.Four Sisters of the Earth2 days ago in Short Stories
Her hair fell to her shoulders and it was white as the powdery snow that surrounded her. Her eyes where an almost shiny coloring of clear blue, and her skin was pale. She wore brown boots and blue jeans. A thin, dark blue parka was what she wore, the hood not on though, it contrasted with her black fingerless cloves she wore. In her right hand she held a staff make of coniferous wood. As she breathed her breath didn't appear in the air, but the sound did seem to resonate.
Her peaceful singing was interrupted by a cheerful voice. "Winter, may I please have my turn now?" the voice asked excitedly.
The girl sighed as she turn
My True Feelings: Shiina Mashiro x Male ReaderMy True Feelings: Shiina Mashiro x Male Reader5 days ago in Short Stories
An: I never watched the full anime, I only made it halfway I think but I know about just enough I think so enjoy! \^~^/
Wired,cute,quite,amazing, those were the word to describe her, mashiro shiina.You had moved into sakuraso shortly after sorata since you guys knew each other from high school but you instantly fell in love with the airhead and brilliant painter mashiro shiina....but...there was a problem and you knew there was no way you could avoid it and you would have to accept it.
Shiina loved Sorata.
There was no denying it, you don't hate sorta for it since he's too dense to figure it out but you knew from how she did all those things as a sign to show affection to him and you felt your heart sink.
Unfortunately you had to deal with it and there was no way to escape from it, then there was your other friends like your upperclassmen Jin and misaki- senpai, you knew that misaki senpai loved Jin and you wanted to help with it because you already are anyways but Jin has been a
Emily Lockwood: A Fighting Chance. A perilous CYOAThis a a choose your own adventure story where you play as Emily Lockwood an aspiring detective at greenfield academy. I'm a huge fan of Torqual3D cyoa's featuring Amanda Jones and this story is very similar to that sort of style. There are peril elements such as being captured, tied up or knocked unconscious but it's all pretty PG. This will most likely be the start of a series of cyoa's if people like this one so please let me know if you enjoy the story.Emily Lockwood: A Fighting Chance. A perilous CYOA6 days ago in Short Stories
You are Emily Lockwood a huge fan of detective novels and you've finally found your very first case! Recently one of the girls at Greenfield went missing, a note supposedly written by her parents said they took her to France. No one seems to care but you know something happened to her and you're going to find out what! This adventure begins as you've snuck into her room for clues. Good luck Emily!
False Mother 4The old lady slowly walks to the door, opening it, “Alright, you may come back in, now.”False Mother 45 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
I see Selina rush back into the room, “Ave, are you alright, how are your contractions? I mean, your grandma let us back in sooner than I expected-”
“Selina, I’m fine. I’m not having a contraction.” I sigh, pushing myself back up on the bed.
“Hey, Ave, hon, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” I awkwardly look down.
“Oh, come now, Avery, you can’t just lie to your girlfriend like that.” The old lady suddenly calls me out.
“I may be old, Avery, but I’m not a judgmental bat.” She turns to Selina. “Her grandfather is actually gay, as well.”
“Wait, really? I didn’t know that, Ave.”
“I didn’t either.” I do a terrible job at rolling with this cover story.
“Oh, come on, Avery. I know you haven’t seen him in y
The AdoptThe Adopt4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
I am lucky.
I have an owner. Someone who cares about me.
Someone who didn’t sell me.
Who saved me.
I tell myself this. Every day. Because it is true. My new owner had promised me a story, and now I am going to tell it. He is helping me to write it now. He types while I paw at paper, pointing to words and he writes them. It took a long time. But it is done.
My story begins on a white background. I was nothing more than an idea, a few lines on paper. But then my creator brought life to me, and I was so happy. I barked, I howled with joy. I cuddled up with her and I stayed by her side. She thanked me by making me brothers and sisters. I was the 6th of six in my liter. Though she is not my mother, she is my creator. I loved her like a mother though. She thanked me again by giving me my coat, and all of my brothers and sisters a coat. My coat had so many colors, and I loved it. Each of us had our own coat. We could stand out, and be o
Selene visits Azure BayRebecca was in a spot of trouble, dodging bullets from a female sniper perched on a roof down the street, her own rifle could easily match her oponent, but her skill was far below her opponent's, Rebecca was in trouble and unless... wait, did a blue girly creature really just, appear in her lap? it seemed alseep, should she wake it up? another bullet took away half a brick from the wall she hid behind and Rebecca looked up for a second, and noticed a soft flash of light, the creature was gone, what.that.heck?Selene visits Azure Bay1 week ago in Short Stories
Rebecca sighs, gets up and walks to the camera, tapping it with her finger "Hey AT! i can handle kidnappers, robbers and muggers, crazy artists and some godly female sniper, but can you please keep the supernatural out of Azure Bay?!"
Icarus and His SunWhere the flaming tongues of her hair caressed his skin, his flesh became liquid, dripping and sliding from his bones. Malleable. Pliable. Haunted with whimsy, vibrating with a delightful ecstasy that made his lungs as barren and as hungry as a desert. Had there been a time when they- when he- was solid? He almost couldn't recall. Her very presence muddied his mind, pulling him deep into an abyss of pure light.Icarus and His Sun3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Where she was warm.
Where she was serene.
Where she was nothing but elation and acceptance.
But for all its glory, it was the one place...
...where he wasn't safe.
He knew he wasn't safe.
And deep inside, he suspected she did, too.
But there was nothing he would rather have than this.
Holding the curves of her face in his hands. Resting her head in his lap. Playing and tempting her lips, softly first, and then passionately, until she burned so bright he could hardly see or think. He could only feel, and try to preserve and tuck the precious sensation
Ruby Rose VS Finn - DEATH BATTLERuby Rose VS Finn - DEATH BATTLE6 days ago in Short Stories
Mage: Alright, the combatants are set.
Dipper: The arena is ready,
Yang: If Ruby loses, I'm going to punch someone through a wall,
Geno: Wait what?
Everyone: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!
Cave, around night time
The sounds of metal clashing filled the cave. Several monsters, including skeletons wielding swords, were battling two heroes that had the courage to go into their cave. One was a darkish yellow dog, that could stretch his body. The other was a young boy wearing blue shirts and darker blue pants, having a green backpack on, and wearing a cat like hat.
While fighting the monsters, the boy in blue was wielding a golden sword, that was busted up a lot. The child clashed with a skeleton, then knocking the sword out of the all bone foe's hands, then taking a slash at him and breaking the skeleton in half. This boy was known as Finn, the last human of Ooo, alongside his brother, Jake the Dog.
However, in the water behind them, a smal
Prelude: Permian ExtinctionPrelude: Permian Extinction1 week ago in Short Stories
Tempest: Reptiles or Amphibians? Which is superior?
Hydro Frez: Reptiles, obviously. C'mon, you're comparing lizards and crocs to frogs and newts.
Tempest: Well, regardless, mutation has caused these two former humans to resemble their animal names. Now who will stand superior?
Hydro Frez: Killer Croc, the beast of the Gotham City sewers!
Tempest: And Toad, the slimy member of the Brotherhood of Mutants! Now in case you're wondering why there's no commentary for this particular battle, it's because SOMEBODY threw it out with last night's dinner.
Hydro Frez: Yeah... sorry about that. Well, Toad is still ungodly sexy husbando number 1 anyways, so whatever.
Tempest: Rest assured, this will be a one time thing.
I'm Tempest and he's Hydro Frez and it's our job to analyze their weapons, armour and skills to find out who would win, a Death Battle!
The MirrorDear Diary,The Mirror4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Sorry I missed you yesterday, but I was dead on my feet when we got home. Can you believe Mom took me antiquing yesterday? Seriously, ANTIQUING. Could you have picked a more old lady hobby? I swear, we were out for HOURS, wandering around these musty old shops, poking at shit that doesn’t work anymore. Ugh, what a waste of a Saturday.
We went AGAIN. Back to the oldest, dustiest antique shop so Mom could buy the china plates she talked herself out of yesterday. Please tell me I don’t have to eat off those ugly blue things. Gross.
It wasn’t a total loss though; while Mom was haggling over the price, I wandered off to check out the old cameras again. Those were actually kinda cool. That’s when I saw this huge, black mirror I swear wasn’t there yesterday. It must be a century old – thick, ornate frame, tarnished sil
Marshfolk wonderland It was early in the morning in the marsh, a heavy mist covered the area as the sun slowly caused it to evaporate. This is where three marshfolk girls were getting ready to start the day. There was Nanako with her long blue hair and glasses kneeling besides the water scooping handfuls of water and spreading it all over her curvy green and black body. Next there was Esmeralda leaned back against a tall tree still not willing to admit it was morning as she ate her breakfast with her eyes partially closed. Lastly there was Isabella sitting on a stump contemplating her activities for the day, little did they know they were being watched.Marshfolk wonderland1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
A woman with a high powered dart gun, binoculars and a slouch hat was watching them from a far. She moved to her rifle, a specially designed dart gun for shooting extra long distances. She opened up a pouch on her belt and looked at her selection of darts. "Hmmm, that will do nicely" she said to herself as she loaded the dart. She s
Conundrum in the Candy KingdomNOTE: I DO NOT OWN, NOR DO I CLAIM OWNERSHIP OF THIS SHOW OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED HERE! THIS STORY IS PURELY FAN-MADE!!!Conundrum in the Candy Kingdom1 week ago in Short Stories
"What'cha doin' there, Bonnibel...?" Marceline asked inquisitively. She hovered over to Princess Bubblegum's (PB) desk as she was hurriedly rustling through old documents. "Oh, nothing. Just throwing papers around!" PB turned around with papers in hand and tossed them up into the air while making unsettling "blooping" noises before quickly turning around again to continue shuffling through papers. Marceline looked on in confusion and with an ever so slight air of worry. "Uuuuum... Are you okay?" "NOPE! I am totes not alright!" Her voice was raised and Marceline noticed she was shaking a little. PB had stopped rummaging through papers and had found whatever she was looking for. She tossed the note to Marceline. Marcy read the note: "Hello Princess of the Candy Kingdom. I regret to inform you that I, the notorious Tic
Despairtale prologueDespairtale prologue1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
WARNING: SUICIDE ATTEMPT! IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, THEN DON'T READ IT!
Prologue: Decide your fate!
Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth: Humans and Monsters. One day, a war broke out between the two races and after a long series of battle, the humans were victorious. The greatest of their magicians sealed the monsters to the Underground with a magic barrier to make sure that they never return to the Surface ever again.
Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return...
Those words were the child's thoughts as they climbed Mt.Ebott on their own. As they made their way towards the large hole, they showed a shaky smile as tears were falling from their eyes.
"Finally..." They muttered as they looked down at the hole. "I can finally get away from this cruel world. No more bullies who beat me up. No adults who will hurt me and abuse me. I can fina
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year 4 - Ch26The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year 4 - Ch265 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)
“Offering forgiveness often seems reward less, especially when the act suffered runs deep. However, it is through forgiveness that one often finds the most unexpected allies.”
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengshuk
“You know, this does put an interesting spin on the world,” Sirius observed as he and Harriet lounged in the sitting room of Daniel’s house.
They were both sitting in recliners, upside down. DIDS was presently doing his best to curl up and sleep in Harriet’s belly-button.
“I know, right?” Harriet said. “I started when I was trying to figure out the egg.”
Sirius laughed. They were home alone at the moment. Sirius said that it was because everyone else