Mommy's Bump-Free! ES Yamazaki Sosuke x ReaderA/N: I can only say that this story is not from Reader-chan's PoV.Mommy's Bump-Free! ES Yamazaki Sosuke x Reader5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I really really am bored
Waiting for him to enter that door is a daily routine for me. Yet I can't help but feel this way—uneager to do anything else until he arrives.
As on cue, my ears caught a familiar sound.
This constant beats...
There's no mistaking it! It's him!
Almost immediately, I rush to the front door, trying to reach the round metal and open the door myself.
Finally, Daddy's home!
Ugh, this door...it refused to open!
Focusing on the task in hand, his silhouette from the other side of the door almost went unnoticed by me.
Oh oh oh, he's here! Hurry daddy, open the door!
The second his clothed athletic body is on my view, I leap and then hug him with all my might!
Welcome home, daddy!
"Woah there, boy. Did you missed me that much?" he chuckles, ruffling my head in process.
Yes! Yes daddy, I missed you that much! T
Mechanid World - StubbornStubbornMechanid World - Stubborn4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The stubbornness of Lightning Mc’Queen could be compared to the determination of a shark on the hunt.
Only Doc would describe Lightning as the shark’s more annoying cousin on a bad day. On a good day, Lightning’s stubbornness could be beneficial as he never gave up unless he was literally being dragged off the race track.
On a bad day… It was usually bad enough that he would still try to keep going even when it was obvious he was having issues.
Today… Was a bad day.
Lightning was falling behind, trying to pick up his pace but he couldn’t seem to speed up fast enough. Other racers were ramming into him, knocking him over.
“Kid, kid, get back here!”
“I-I’m okay Doc! I’ll figure it out!”
“LIGHTNING THAT IS AN-”
Lightning turned off his headset. Not. Giving. Up. I’m already behind... I can do this.
“What’s he doing?”
“Is he insane?!”
Lightning cringed as h
El sombrero (parte 1 de 2)El sombrero (parte 1 de 2)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Parte 1 de 2)
– Este pingüino?
La voz de una de las pequeñas crías le hizo levantar su vista del diario que leía, dejando que sus lentillas bajaran un poco por su pico, para verle mejor y de forma más clara, dirigiendo finalmente su vista en dirección de la imagen que le mostraba el pequeño y que no era más que una vieja fotografía que se suponía no debía tener en sus aletas, sino que debía continuar en el armario donde la tenía guardada.
– De dónde sacaste eso? – preguntó bajando el diario y retirándose los anteojos de media luna que utilizaba para leer cuando su vista estaba demasiado cansada, dejándolos en la mesa para poder levantarse – eso estaba perfectamente guardado…
La cría dirigió su vista en la fotografía del pingüino emperador que se mostraba en una pose bastante graciosa, con ese sombrero que
Buddy, member of the Superior Race (a.k.a. Cats)“I don’t know what to write about the Buddy!” The female had cried out, done a strange, yet common, flail-dance while running around. I thought she was insane, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. She had flail-run out of the room, then back again and sat next to me.Buddy, member of the Superior Race (a.k.a. Cats)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
I gave her a blank face. She fell back on her rump, then lunged forward onto her belly and hugged me. She buried her face in my fur and rubbed my side. This went on for minutes before she finally rolled away, when I had begun to thrash my tail around. She went to my second favorite spot, sat, stared at the strange Light Box and began to rapidly make tapping sounds. It annoyed me, so I turned my back to her. They were strange creatures.
Me? They refer to me as Buddy, but my true name cannot be properly said in their clumsy language that I’ve come to understand the basics off. I am a member of the Superior Race. They refer to us as “Cats”. We are strong, fast, covered in protective fur,
The curse within the familyThe Curse within the FamilyThe curse within the family6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
October 15, 2014
I looked outside, it was early and I was preparing the morning breakfast for my sick mother. Outside, I noticed birds singing and the sun melting the morning dew off every blade grass, another beautiful day preparing to unfold as I take care of my sick mother upstairs, which I didn’t mind. I actually love doing it. I prepare the tea on the stove and wait for the kettle to whistle at me it’s ready. I turn the stove on to make her favorite eggs and bacon. I out the bacon on a separate pan and cook both at once, was letting the sweet smell overwhelm me as it sizzles on the stove top. I glance back outside everything looks so perfect it saddened me to think everything is so perfect, so beautiful and yet my sick mother can’t even get out of bed to watch as the day unwinds. The sweetest lady in the world sick and so fragile that even the smallest touch you’d think she would dissolve in thin air, out of the world she once an
Preview, of Mia`s bath time tickleIt was a hot steamy day in mexico, in a little town there was a nicely built house/ home. In the house and on a bad sat a women of 36 she was watching tv, her name was Elizabeth, the mother to two girls, her oldest the age of 21, jasper, and her youngest the age of 14 Mia who she tended to over baby, but she did the same for both. It was around 5 in the evening. When mia walked down stairs. She had very curly hair, and a round tum. Elizabeth smiled at her child "Mia, come lay down with your mom" Having nothing better to Mia shrugged, and laid down on the bed with her mother, and had her head gently stroked. "So hows you day been?" Elizabeth asked as she . Not really wondering nor caring why she just answered "Mine was good, hanged out with marc most of the day. "Good, good" her motherPreview, of Mia`s bath time tickle3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
said, and then slowly lifted up Mia`s arm, The girl then gasped, and started to wiggle"mom wait dont! but it was to late her mother had begun to stroke Mia`s armp
Addict"Oh little girl are you planning on leaving me again?Addict4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Didn't they tell you that the blood keeps you running back to me on the bad times."
"They never told me... They told me I would forget everything"
"And you believed their lies?"
"No not until I tried it for the third time then I couldn't stop."
"How long do you think you will leave me this time?"
"I never wanted this."
"But you got it. You know you want to do it just one more time."
"No stop tempting me."
"One more scare on that skin what is it?"
"Yes you can you did it before just remember how I made you feel."
"Shut up I will not..."
"I will wait here until your weakest moment you will see I am your only friend soon."
"Oh knife you were right... You were the only one here. Unfortunately this is goodbye because I am leaving today!"
"I told you. Just use me to end it... Good bye little girl. You who stained my blade. I lied I was never your friend I was your only real enemy. Your mind now you're bleeding for nothing but
Intro to my LifeMy earliest memory isn’t a happy one and I’m eight years old in it, I have literally nothing in my memory banks for the years that came before. Have I blocked them out? I don’t know. What I can remember feeling since them is the desire for unconditional love and a real family. Oh I wasn’t an orphan or anything of the sort, I was the youngest of five in a blended family where neither of us shared the same two sets of parents. While we called them mom and dad to their face for fear of retaliation we used to refer to them to ourselves as Fear Me and Hate me. Love was seriously lacking in our household growing up and to make matters worse I was the troublemaker of the family. I just couldn’t let the status quo continue, I wanted more, I felt I deserved more than just merely existence. Oh we never actually starved or went without clothing, though we grew up well below the poverty limit. There were times when we ate creamed corn and bread for dinner for nights oIntro to my Life3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hero High Character ProfilesHero High Character FilesHero High Character Profiles1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Connor Kent
Other Relatives: Kol El(Younger half brother) & Brainiac 5(Stepmother)
Room Mate: Dick Greyson
Destiny: To become the next Superman
Name: Kol El
Parents: Superman & Brainiac 5
Other Relatives: Connor Kent(Older half brother)
Room Mate: Jester
Destiny: To become the next Brainiac
Name: Dick Greyson
Other Relatives: N/A
Room Mate: Connor Kent
Destiny: To become the next Batman
Parents: The Joker & Harley Quinn
Other Relatives: Helen Quinn (Younger sister)
Room Mate: Kol El
Destiny: To become the next Joker
Name: Helen Quinn
Parents: The Joker & Harley Quinn
Other Relatives: Jester(Older brother)
Room Mate: Kitty Kyle
Destiny: To become the next Harley Quinn
Name: Kitty Kyle
Other Relatives: Mittens Kyle(Twin sister, younger by 1 minute)
Room Mate: Helen Quinn
Destiny: To become the next Catwo
Tickle RP With Psychic-clownChat/Clown Role Play!Tickle RP With Psychic-clown4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
LC: Le Chat
PC: Psychic Clown
LC: Papa? Do I really have to go?
PC: Yes you do, David. Why don’t you want to?
LC: It’s just so boring. There’s never anything to do there.
PC: Aww… that’s not true, sport. You can watch movies
*He squeezes his son’s shoulder
LC: But Nana never has any good movies. All she has are stuff from, like, a million years ago.
PC: Hey... *he smiles* If you think she’s that old… how old do you think I am?
LC: *David grins* At least as old as a dinosaur!
PC: *he pokes David’s cheek gently, trying to sound stern and failing miserably.* Hey now, that’s not very nice. *holds back a giggle*
LC: *David pokes his chest in response* What are you gonna do about it, Papa? Have your T-rex attack me?
PC: I think I am… and I know you’ll enjoy it too! *he pokes between his ribs*
LC: Hehey! Thahat tickles!
PC: Good! That’s what I was aiming for!
LC: *David squirms away* You can
Untitled==> Be the crying 5 year old.Untitled4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are (y/n) (l/n). You have beautiful, large (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair.
You were on vacation with your guardian at a beach, but you seemed to of wandered off a bit, chasing a small crab. Anyways, you were now sitting in the sand, your knees brought up to your chest and your head dug into your knees. Your body trembled and shook with every sob that overtook your body.
No one was around to hear or see you. And your guardian is probably worried sick.
"..Ahem, excuse me, dear. Why are you here?" You heard a raspy yet deep female voice.
You turned to see a tall woman, whom was wearing red boots, a sort of dress thing with cerulean lines running along it and ..A pirate hat?! She also had these weird shaped horns. She raised an eyebrow at you, leaning down to your level. Probably waiting for a reply...
"..I-I lost (guardian).." You shyly looked down to the sand, your (e/c) orbs watering slightly and your lip trembling.
The woman seemed to of token p
The PhotographPart One: The DiscoveryThe Photograph1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is my first baby-sitting job," Beth thought, nervously. She was fourteen and her mother thought it was high time she started baby-sitting. Luckily, her mother had someone to suggest right away.
"An old family friend," she had said. Beth had asked if it was someone she knew, but her mother shook her small brown haired head.
Now she stood in front of the door and slowly she lifted her hand to press the doorbell. Ding-dong. A kind looking lady opened the door. She was very pretty, with wavy light brown hair that fell slightly past her shoulders, pale skin, and hazel eyes. She wore a pink floral shirt and baby blue pants.
"Hello," said the lady. "I'm Mrs. Worchester. You must be the Mitchell's daughter, Beth."
"Y-y-yes," Beth stammered.
"Please come in. Don't be shy."
Beth followed Mrs. Worchester into a...very messy house. If you looked past the clutter, it was a very nice house, but everything was blocked by piles of junk.
"Excuse the mess," Mrs. Wor
Futur anterieur part 1Futur antérieurFutur anterieur part 14 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ma vie est nulle.
Je m'appelle Jeff Monroe, j'ai 9 ans et je déteste ma mère. Tiens, d'ailleurs parlons un peu d'elle: Miranda Monroe, chercheuse émérite ayant reçu l'an dernier le prix Nobel de physique pour ses travaux sur l'énergie quantique. Et vous savez quoi ? Être le fils d'une prix Nobel, ça craint. Par où commencer ?
Déjà, tout ce que je fais n'est jamais assez bien, il n'y a que la perfection qui soit acceptable à ses yeux. Elle me met une pression d'enfer pour que je sois toujours premier de la classe et je vis dans la peur constante de me prendre une mauvaise note.
Être le fils d'une prix Nobel, ça craint aussi parce je n'ai aucune vie de famille. Ma mère passe son temps dans le sous sol de la maison, transformé en laboratoire. Il arrive même qu'elle y dorme. Et mon père ? Je ne le connais même p
OptimismAngst?:: ModerateOptimism4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Notes: I have these triplet OC's called Chip, Chase and Junior and decided that every happy family needed something to break them...
It's also really faced paced but oh well.
I actually I felt like I was going to drop him. I swear on my life I never would, not on purpose, not even on accident, but he was slipping and I couldn't hold on much longer.
"It's alright," I reassured breathlessly, trying to grab his other arm, but he jolted down a little, a mask of horror growing on his face. "You're gonna be fine, just hold on tight."
I squeezed as hard as I could, turning back, searching for the third party member, hoping he'd be back by now.
"Chip?" My head snapped back down to the cliff edge. I grew a brave face and nodded quickly. "Can you give Dad my pencils so he can draw as well?"
I stiffened, clutching his wrist even harder.
"I want him to draw me, so you can put it on your wall, and you can remember both of us." He smiled lightly, gasping eve
RascalMy mother held my shoulder as I looked over at the small jar of ashes simply labeled ‘RASCAL’. Today I grieve. A day of grief is expected after such an event. Expected, but never planned. When death happens you assume it will hit you right away, but it’s not that simple. It comes in layers, waves of emotion layering on throughout the coming days. Initially its shock, the inability to comprehend. Then the sadness, followed by fear, followed by anger and so on. And yet, despite knowing all this, it still hurts. No amount of preparation stops that. No matter how long you wait, the memory stays open like a wound. Hurting.Rascal1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was all I could do for Rascal now. Hurt. Keeping the pain of his death alive in my mind. As though its my duty to feel for him. Yet, all I can feel is blue. With all the memories of our time together as just a boy and his dog, playing, learning, growing and experiencing the world one step at a time. These are all just that, memories. A time in
Dusty ShoesThe room is dark. It's a room that mother had often told me not to go in, not to peep at. She always said too many bad memories came with this haunted room. She also said that this room kept the stuff that she cared little for now, and stuff that I shouldn't care about.Dusty Shoes4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why tell a child such things when you know it will only intrigue them more? My mother spoke in riddles, and the only time she would ever stop was when talking about this room. The message was always clear: Stay out. But what if...what if that was the riddle? What if, just like always, she had been speaking in riddles and stay out really meant go see for yourself. My mother was a confusing woman, sure, but we had the same brilliant mind.
She wanted me in here. If not, she would have at least locked the door.
So in I went. It was midday. The window's curtains were drawn and a little light seeped under the curtain. It lazily swept to the door, giving everything a weak outline. I slowly moved around. I couldn't se
Mechanid World - Hybrid Racer part 3Part 3:Mechanid World - Hybrid Racer part 33 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
His head was swimming, the world seemed to spin when he finally woke up. He felt dizzy as he sat up looking around.
Daylight streamed in from the windows, he was sitting in a small amount of the liquid he had been thrown into. The previous nights events came rushing back as his eyes widened.
“They tried to kill me!” He growled. Oh gosh… His anger faded to fear quickly. Not from nearly drowning in strange glowing liquid.
But because he was out past curfew… And still recovering.
“CHET IS GONNA KILL ME!”
He hurried home, praying to every deity he ever knew of that Chet was asleep, that he wasn’t calling in the army or the navy.
“Or whatever forces he calls in…” I’m just hoping he’s not freaking out…. Theo thought as he entered his house.
It was quiet.
He started to go passed the living room to go up to his room thinking he was home free.
Mechanid World - He's ChangedHe ChangedMechanid World - He's Changed4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The house was busy with activity. There was things to pack up, to leave behind. Lightning Mc’Queen hurried as he looked at the clock with a smirk.
“Not living in some dinky little house anymore. Hit the big time!”
He started packing up his clothes, looking at a few of the plainer looking things with distaste.
“Hmph… Who needs this? I’ll be richer than anyone can ever imagine after this!”
“Huh?” He turned around to see little Maya standing in the doorway hugging her toy racecar. “What is it?”
“... You’re really leaving?” She asked quietly, looking around the room. It was slowly getting emptier and emptier by the day. “Where are you goin’?”
“You’ve heard this a zillion times Maya, I’m going to the big Dinoco 400 race! To win the PISTON CUP!” He exclaimed. “C’mon how can THAT be forgotten?”
Oh...He slipped in the door and set down his bag, she didn’t hear him yet, thankfully. He slumped down on the couch and placed his head in his hands. He didn’t know how he was going to tell her, but he knew she wouldn’t take it lightly. He heard the water start running and knew that he would have almost an hour while she was in the shower to think of a plan.Oh...4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
If I give her the gift first she’ll think I’m bribing her.
If I don’t give her the gift I may never get the chance to.
If I don’t tell her tonight she will be mad when she finds out.
So I have to tell her tonight. And here she is, showering, with no idea that in a week I’ll be gone. I almost want to let her stay happy for just a little while longer.
“I cannot wait. You know that. She will know something is wrong, and that will just make her sad anyway.”
He struggled heavily to
I watched (Shoshi X Kai)I watched.I watched (Shoshi X Kai)5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the PoV of Shoshi.
I watched as you announced you were to get married to the boy of the Hisakaru Clan. I watched you lust after him. Every day. Days passed on as this happened. My heart fell into pieces.
I listened as you were ditched. He ran away. I felt hope rise into my cheeks as big brother Kuro wiped away my tears. But suddenly, that was all gone.
I cried when I learned Mom and Dad died. I could't bear to see you at the funeral, so I just slipped in and out, hoping you wouldn't notice me.
Big brother and I couldn't stay in this Linito village anymore. I gathered my poison making materials, needles, and my other belongings and we left. Somewhere alone the way, Kuro got lost, or did I? I can't remember
I met my friends, Gretchen, Insanichariko, Ohiyo, and Allen. But then, he came The boy you were to marry. Reno Hisakaru. I wondered, how could he not love somebody just so perfect. I missed you. So much. He nicknamed
Aftermath of a FightThe flat was usually rather quiet this time of day with most of the adults still at work, and today was no exception, save for the sudden activity in the kitchen area. A flood of water came rushing out of the faucet with a hiss, puffs of steam rising from the scalding temperature. Nick’s hands were flushed a red hue from this, but it was relatively easy to ignore, considering the foam of bubbles from where he vigorously scrubbed a plate with a towel. After all, whatever pain he was in from turning on the water a little too hot was nothing compared to what was in store for him when his dad came home from work.Aftermath of a Fight6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knew how this sort of thing worked. The call that came personally from the principal, which probably interrupted some sort of meeting his mom had been in to make matters worse, would send his old man home from work a couple of hours sooner than typical in an effort to beat his son home. By some sort of divine intervention, the bus had taken the alternate route it sometime
You Are My SunshineLagatto sat on the corner, lightly rolling a ball back and forth with one finger, looking rather downcast. It wasn't that he didn't like his mother and father; he loved them both very much, and his father did always try to spare time to play with him, but it was never enough for Lagatto. He wanted some friends. But there didn't seem to be anybody his age around.You Are My Sunshine1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sighed and was about to get up and go back inside when he heard a voice beside him. “Hey, where'd you get that ball?”
He blinked and looked up to see a girl with long hair standing next to him. He wasn't sure how to answer at first, but then said in a small voice, “My dad got it for me.”
“Can I see it?” she asked, peering down at him.
“Um... sure.” He slowly lifted the ball up and gave it to her. She turned it around in her hands, her brown eyes sparkling.
“Wow, it's really cool! Hey, what's your name? My name's Hope.&
GregorGregor lay bedshaped on floral sheets stained with black. His eyes drifted to the window lazily, weakly.Gregor4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A winter day, crisp and white, looked back at him through the glass. The house next door was a calm blue that he had always loved. He despised that he couldn’t see the gingerbread details of white from where he limply existed. He could only see a sliver of the blue house and then out into the overcast.
He heard a faint rumbling. Thunder? No, too close. A neighbor rolling out a trash bin perhaps. His breath caught at the sharp crack of his bedroom door. He hated having carpet on the stairs, you could never hear anyone coming, and the door’s ill fit in it’s frame made for a startling and unpleasant noise when opened.
“Sorry, sorry,” his mother murmured as she carried in a tray holding steaming tea, toast on an elegant saucer with a doily-like edge, and a small portable radio pitifully wrapped in tape. She sat it in front of him.
“What about the smok