A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 1A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x ReaderA Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 11 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
(F/N): your first name
(H/C): your hair colour
(E/C): your eye colour
(Fr/N): friend name
(Fr/H/C): friend’s hair colour
(F/C): Favourite colour
Ah, morning. The start of a brand new day. Yellowish lines glowed and reached every corner of the earth, bashing the dark with fierce yet soft light. Birds flew around and sang the morning theme, waking the unfurled flowers with its chirping notes. It was a perfect way to start this nice, warm, sunny day. Surely, this beautiful harmony would lift the spirits of all being.
Yet, one heart was gloomy, weighted down by an unknown and confusing feeling.
There, stood one woman who witnessed the gorgeous morning, yet mirth was nowhere near her (E/C) irises which stared at the object on her hand.
Upon closer inspection, it bore the sign plus or positive.
The woman—whose name was (Y/N)—could only release a tired sigh
TG: 4.5 - Welcome HomeSlowly but steadily the meagre vegetation of the frozen landscape changed for green bushes. Every step you took trampled more and more grass on your way back home. The plants rose, snow and ice were left behind – your home was getting closer and closer. Next to you, your two teammates and your sensei accompanied you down the rocky road back to the village. Excited chattering was heard from all three of you. Your first big mission completed; your first big step on becoming a true ninja. But yet…with every step you were closing in on your home village, you became quieter. Torogakure’s walls rose on the horizon, and by the time your team arrived at the gate, you had readjusted your hair four times. Leaving the chatter for your teammates, you just tossed in some snarky remarks every now and then whenever you were addressed. Maybe they wondered about the change, maybe not. Either way, you were home now. Was this supposed to be your big day? Having yourself celebratedTG: 4.5 - Welcome Home3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walking with the WolfWalking with the WolfWalking with the Wolf2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wolf watched the old lady in her garden. Desiring her to come closer that he may sink his teeth into her throat.
She was the witch that had hunted his pack until he alone remained. Now he had hunted her and had found her lair. A cottage in a hollow deep in the dark forest. But how to get close enough to take her without her using her magic against him.
He looked around.
He saw a figure in red coming up the path. He was curious why would anyone come close to the witch.
Staying carefully out of sight he loped through the forest and found a girl walking carefully on the path carrying a basket and a long thin stick she was sweeping the ground in front of her with. He stopped near a large tree and dropped his haunches to the leave covered ground, snapping a twig in the process.
“G-grandma, I-is that you?”
He snarled at himself berating at himself.
The girl’s hooded head swiveled around to where he was.
“I-I know your there. Please say someth
Own-Fiction :: Not So Alone ::Tonx lived alone. He always had and had no intention of changing this. He was a werewolf with ash-grey fur and eyes like fire. His tail was long and fluffy and his ears always stood up, no matter his emotion. He was laid in his cave, having a nap, when suddenly; a sharp ache in his stomach rudely awoke him. His eyes snapped open and he curled in on himself. “Oh, fuck!” He hissed, gritting his sharp, slightly yellow teeth. “What the fuck what that?” the male questioned himself, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn’t find any logical solution. He’d been eating right, three meals a day and had a sleeping schedule that he never broke, so why now, was he suddenly feeling hot all over, experiencing agonising stomach pain, and felt the need to take a huge dump? “Whyyy?” He moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut as his stomach cramped up. “What is going ooooon?!” Tonx howled and stretched his body out to try and makeOwn-Fiction :: Not So Alone ::3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 2Break hour was over, (Y/N) and (Fr/N) were dragging their feet toward the elevator when suddenly a man barged in with an officer on tow. The office workers stepped aside—some shrieked in horror—when they saw a firearm on the ski-masked man’s hand.A Life Mission-Free! ES Matsuoka Rin x Reader PT 217 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hearing the commotion behind her, she turned around to see what happened. Her eyes spotted a police hat and her ears perked up due to the all too familiar voice she heard.
“Stop right there!”
“Wha-(Y/N), where are you going?!”
Upon hearing the voice she knew too well, (Y/N) weaved her way amidst the crowd who were running the opposite way; her friend’s exclaim fell into deaf ears. She wanted to have a clear vision of both party involved.
On a safe distance, she could see the struggle between an outlaw and him—him, being the eldest Matsuoka. Rin had his left arm wrapped strongly around the criminal’s neck while his right tried to pry the gun out of his hand.
SecretsAimi smiled softly at her newborn son cradled in her arms, she had been through fourteen hours of labor and did not mind it one bit, as the miracle she was holding in her arms was perfect in every way. She could not wait to share the good news with her family and most of all she felt at peace and ease for the first time since her marriage into the Oshiro family. Her little Akihiko had made his appearance at approximately twelve noon and had proved that his lungs were powerful.Secrets1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Aimi, let me see him,” Hoshiko Oshiro walked over to his wife quickly and smiled gently down at the infant she was cradling. “My wonderful first born son’s finally here.”
“Yes and he’s adorable,” Aimi hoped that Hoshiko wouldn’t notice that their son didn’t look a thing like him. But she knew that as perceptive as the elder man was, there would probably be questions once she recovered from labor and delivery.
“Aimi, he looks just like you,”
Timothy's TimeOnce upon a time there was a little boy, with hair as gold as a summer sun and eyes as blue as the sea. His overalls were covered in brown and green stains and a toy sword was strapped around his waist. He was a curious thing and his curiosity often led him into trouble. And like all little boys, he’d bat his lashes, give a grin, and sweetly say those two words that had saved him from timeout on more than one occasion.Timothy's Time2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Sorry mommy,” Timothy would shift beneath his mother’s gaze.
“Oh, Timmy,” his mother would shake her head as she wiped at his mud caked face with a wet cloth, or swept up the pieces of broken glass, or neatly restacked the papers the boy had disturbed on his father’s desk. She had learned early on in her son’s life not to leave him alone for too long, yet there were times when she had to. She’d be doing laundry and would leave him in front of the television, only to hear a loud crash moments later. She’d be str
Breakfast mishapMariya smiled at her three cheerful children, her heart practically melting as she watched them. Matthew waddled over and started to talk to his little sister in that adorable broken baby English with just a hint of french sprinkled here and there. Mariya chuckled listening to her eldest son tell her youngest about something he saw kuma do yesterday.Breakfast mishap2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not to long after Alfred waddled up as well to take part in the storytelling. Although she didn't understand much of what her big brothers were saying, Alice giggled watching them smile and wave their arms in gestures. Francis chuckled now and then hearing little tidbits of the stories.
the peacefulness was cut off by the sound of a loud popping noise from the kitchen. Francis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, the three toddlers burst into sobs. "ahh no no don't cry shhh shhh" Mariya shushed her children while bouncing Alice gently on her lap. "ne pleure pas les petits c'est bien" Mariya sighed a bit when the children then begun t
Where Are We Going From Here A cold breath of wind brushed over the tundra, picking up loosened snow and ruffling the golden fur of her companion. Cade huddled closer to Sayen with a grumbling noise of complaint, curling so that he could tuck his cold nose into the small of her back. Sayen huffed softly, a fond smile crossing her face as she patted his great head. Cade slept on, oblivious to the gathering storm outside their humble shelter.Where Are We Going From Here3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lean-to was buffeted on all sides by the wind; their campfire flickered and threatened to go out. Sayen knew it was almost time to move on, but they had been traveling for so long she was loathe to continue. Sayen considered their options as she wormed her way out of the cocoon of warm blankets to pick out a few slices of seal jerky, stuffing them in her mouth as she quickly returned to wrapping herself up.
Cade made a deep snuffling noise beside her and Sayen chewed more quickly. She managed
Hope for a Young GirlUnlike Mama’s Plant, my symbol of hope wasn’t living; it doesn’t grow in the ground to become something big. It was written, recorded, and the given to the world as a present. It was the song- “Mockingbird” by Eminem. This song is what helped me move from day to day. It was my inspiration. To me, it was the sunlight that the plant needed to grow.Hope for a Young Girl6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ever since I was a little girl, something always seemed to happen to my family and me. I’ve been through divorce, drugs, jail, being taken from my dad, and I’ve had to move from family member to family member. I had never completely understood why until I was older. When I was six years old, my parents got divorced. My dad cheated on my mom and my mom cheated on my dad, and the plain out fact was that they just didn’t get along very well.
“We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don't see us ever being together ever again
Like we used
The QueenWe see her emerging from a fleshy cavern, a womb, and into frenzied chaos, a murky bath, an anxious birth. The young mother is crying, both out of joy and of pain, but primarily of overwhelming relief. Black hair sizzles to a boil in the hot water. A midwife asks for the father’s name, and choking on her own tongue, the mother eeks out the name. A womb is an ocean, a song, a soft hum. The baby is both today and tomorrow, and if she ever doubts herself, just tell her to remember this.The Queen6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Reincarnation: understand it and be grateful.
After the most laborious experience of her young life, mother is too exhausted to think up a name after the dark diva confirms the child’s female gender. And so the father names her Angela, noticing the porcelain angel that watches the scene closely, guarding the weak child, easing her into the world of Burnt Flats.
Doctor Virginia crudely and robotically jots down the name in the notebook which sits on her right
Tragic NightmareHer brother shook her, waking her up. Their mother wasn’t home; nor was their father for that matter.Tragic Nightmare1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“We better hurry so we don’t miss the bus…” her brother had mentioned before returning to his room to get ready to go.
She wasn’t like most typical girls. Five minutes went by and was all ready to head to school.
“Avery! Let’s go!” Caty opened the front door. It was wide open except for the screen door.
She opened the screen door as her brother rounded the corner from the hall. Making it outside, they started sprinting to their bus stop. They made it just in time as the bus was turning onto their street.
It was just another typical type of day in the fifth grade-reading and working on the garden that our classes created.
As lunchtime rolled around, churros and chicken strips were the main course for their meal.
The day went by quickly as soon as lunch ended. Some classes were participating in their p.e. course while others were in t
Love In ConstellationsCeleste woke to the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. There was a faint white light creeping in through the windows making the room dark one moment and then awake the next. The door continued to creak as if the person behind it didn’t think the old hinges could be heard if they were opened incredibly slowly. Celeste turned to her other side and faced her husband, but she dare not open her eyes to see if he was also awake, and give it away that she was up. At her movement the door stopped squeaking. It stood half a foot open for a long moment before it steading began squeaking again. Celeste smiled and buried her face in her pillow. As soon as she did she felt her Husband move closer and wrap his arm around her under the covers.Love In Constellations2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Do you think they know we are awake yet?” He asked his voice husky from sleep pulling her closer to him. Celeste cracked an eye open still smiling and gently shook her head no.
Diary Of A Girl Chapter OneHi. My name is Isabella. My house is lonely. My father and mother cry a lot and ask themselves quietly, Why were we so blind? My brother silently stays at work and thinks how selfish he was.Diary Of A Girl Chapter One2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
And I wonder when she is coming back. My sister has locked herself in her room and I have a feeling she isn't coming back. Why is she there? She screamed at everyone how they hurt her and she ran in her room. And locked the door. I never saw her again. I don't know if she died in there but I have a last ray of hope that she's still there.
And this happened when I was eight and she was fifteen. I'm now sixteen and shes twenty three.
La derniere mission PART 1La dernière missionLa derniere mission PART 15 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Position: 60 kilomètres à l'ouest de Dudinka, Russie.
Cela va bientôt faire cinq heures que je suis allongé sur le ventre, dissimulé dans l'épais manteau neigeux que m'offre la nature en cette saison. Mais bientôt mon attente sera récompensée, je le sais, je le sens jusque dans mes veines. Le doigt sur la détente et l’œil dans le viseur, ma mission prime sur tout le reste. Je suis le lieutenant Jeff J Toddler, corps des Marines des États Unis.
Aujourd'hui ma cible s'appelle Vladimir Zolovief, milliardaire et marchand d'armes international. Et depuis quelques semaines, ses petits joujoux ont commencé à débarquer sur le sol américain, c'est pourquoi mes supérieurs m'ont demandé de mettre un terme à ses méfaits. Pour ce qui est de ma mission, le vrai problème n'est pas de supprimer la menace mais surtout de le faire de manière di
La derniere mission PART 2La dernière missionLa derniere mission PART 25 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Le sourire allant d'une oreille à l'autre, ma jeune colocataire semble avoir véritablement apprécié sa matinée en ma compagnie.
-''La vache, il faut trop qu'on remette ça, c'était génial!'' S'exclame t'elle alors que nous quittons la base.
-''On recommencera si tu y tiens, mais taches quand même de ne pas oublier que la guerre ce n'est pas un jeu. Et ton pantalon plein de pipi, il te provoque toujours autant de dégoût que ce matin?''
-''Non, ça va mieux. Mais là c'est pas pareil parce que j'ai fait exprès de mouiller ma culotte.''
-''Bien sur que si c'est pareil. De la pisse ce sera toujours de la pisse. Donc si ça ne te traumatise plus, j'attends de toi de ne plus jamais me refaire cette tête de cocker battu que tu m'as faite en te levant. C'est possible?''
-''Oui mais...c'est quand même la honte de faire....''
-''Stop! Je me contenterais du oui. Et il est trop
La derniere mission PART 3La dernière missionLa derniere mission PART 35 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Certains auraient pris ça pour un gage ou un bizutage étrange, mais pour ma part j'avais décidé d'assumer pleinement ma décision, le but du jeu étant de savoir si oui ou non pour un tireur d'élite, porter une couche est plus avantageux que de faire dans son pantalon. Après tout, si Samantha m'affirme qu'au final ce n'est pas spécialement désagréable, je peux quand même accorder un certain crédit à son avis. Ce n'est pas une idiote, loin de là. D'ailleurs en parlant d'elle, une fois shampouinée, elle s'est aussitôt installée devant sa console. Tant mieux, comme ça pendant qu'elle est occupée, moi ça me laisse le champ libre.
En caleçon, debout dans ma chambre et les yeux rivés sur le paquet de changes complets, je commence par en analyser les différents schémas afin de savoir à l'avance comment m'y prendre. C'est à cet
His Fantasy Everything about her was beautiful, whether it was her heart or her mind or physicality. And she didn't even know. She didn't know that her eyes shined a little brighter when she smiled. Or that the dimple in her left cheek showed when she laughed. Or that when she grew silent a sad look often shadowed that beautiful face. And I didn't tell her. Not a thing. About how my heart beat. A little quicker when she acknowledged me. Even in the slightest way. And that I knew exactly. That she cared. Just a little too much. And it hurt her. To feel helpless. If I would've said one thing. I would've stopped and tooK her face gently in my hands. She would've peered up at me, her lips drawn tightly. Forced to smile. And I'd look beyond the suffering that she held in those soft, wide eyes of hers. And against her lips. I'll tell her. In most sincerity. In most honesty. In most secrecy. I'll tell her in a whisper. That I've never loved the way someone even took a simple breath. The way I lovedHis Fantasy 5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anarkai“Kai! Stop playing that music, it's time for bed!”, Anarkai's mom shouts from the bottom of the stairs as the sound of Linkin Park's Numb echoes throughout the house.Anarkai5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh my god, Mom, will you shut up? It's, like, Linkin Park! And my name's not Kai, its Anarkai, God!”
His mother sighs and places her hands on her hips, staring at her son's irritated expression as he pushes a strand of jet black hair out of his eyes, “Alright, Kai,” she starts, “can you please turn down your music and get into bed, please?”
Kai rolls his eyes and walks back into his room, “Ok, Mom, whatever!”, he shouts as he slams the door shut and turning his stereo off. He mumbles the lyrics to Numb as he closes his curtains and sits at his desk, turning his desk light on and reflecting it off of his pale skin and make-up. He scratches at one of the piercings in his cheek and drags over his hand-drawn Metallica notebook. He opens it and turns it to the first
ChelseaShe wanted to be the color red. Because red was the color her cheeks would turn when he brushed his thumb across her wrist. It was the color of the curve of her lips when she brought them to meet his. It’s the passion in her heart that beats with her growing affection. The color of her dress when it fell to the floor, unzipped. The heat from his skin when his hands touched her body. When his lips memorized the red of her desire. The intensity of their movements engulfed in lust. The piece of her she shared with him, and the one she let him keep. It was the color that she saw when she found him with someone else. Every touch, every kiss, every moment. Hazed with red. It’s when you smash your fist into the mirror you stand before. You let out what runs inside because you want it to drown what you see on the outside. It’s the provocative screams she threw at him. The color of her skin heated with rage. The color in her eyes when she sank to the ground the sobs she chokedChelsea6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Girl I KnowEight years ago, there was a girl He saw, with the skinned knees and large round eyes. And He saw the rejection she felt in her tiny face. He saw the eyes that turned glassy with tears even though they never spilled. The hold in her small clenched jaw and the quiver of her chin. And He wondered why she stumbled but never fell over. The unbearable distance of a sign of praise she couldn’t make it. He saw her grow a little taller. Shoulders stiff and her walk slouched. He saw the fire that burned bright and heavy. That sparked the red and burned the dark. He saw a sad child living in the shadow of her own twisted psyche. He saw a skeleton of the past broken down. He saw a face pale as his own but missing the light. He saw a pair of eyes, dark and flat consumed of nothing. He saw the tears that were finally shed over a casket woven into the dirt. He saw a light inside that He couldn’t fix. He watched her till death, alone with a bitter end. And she saw Him as well, her eA Girl I Know6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This