it's a friend thing. | kuroo tetsurouit's a friend thing. | kuroo tetsurou2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Warning: Mentions of sex but nothing really explicit??? enjoy anyway :'-)
“Okay, okay. How about this― You must be tired because you've been running through my head all night.”
“That was so bad.” Kuroo says, followed by a snort. You roared in laughter, tears nearly coming out from you eye but quickly blinked them away. The both of you continued to laugh until one's stomach started from laughing too hard. Eventually, the both of you ceased from laughing and rested for a few minutes, the smile still glued on your faces as you thought about the dreadful pick-up line. Kuroo closed his eyes and began thinking of another godawful pick-up line, and it didn't take him long to come up with one. He shots his eyes open and turns to look at you. “Alright. I think I got one. And it's really bad. You ready?”
“Great legs. What time do they open?”
“That was the worst one yet! Oh my go
A crash-course on friendshipLet me give you a crash-course on friendship:A crash-course on friendship3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i. Just because you wouldn’t doesn’t mean they won’t
ii. My mum used to tell me that the boundaries of what we found acceptable were like sports grounds. Some people play in stadiums, Olympic-sized swimming pools, anything goes. Other people play on a ping pong table, on the spot doing keep-me-ups. And just because something is a big deal to you, it might not be for them.
iii. You can’t make people be your friend. You can’t go up to the boy who always sits in the back row of class and say that you can see he has learned to listen, to absorb, and you can teach him how to expand, to express. But you can say hello.
iv. Promises of forever are futile, aren’t fair. You will grow and change course like a vine between two towering trunks. You will split and mend your seams in different orders like a river parted around a rock. You will not be the same as twenty-year-old you, thirty-year-old you, and neither will
Tough QuestionsIf not me,Tough Questions1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Down on luckHer leg hurt. It wasn’t new ; but it hadn’t been that painful for a long time now. She sat up. Everything was still dark and she could hear her lady-in-waiting snoring lightly in a corner. Silently, she shifted both her legs from under the pelts and to the side, grabbed her cane blindly; she heaved herself up, her breath caught in pain. It must be so early, she thought. As early as she used to wake for training.Down on luck5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She limped towards her vanity table, guided by the very faint glimpse of the mirror, and sat, purposeless. It’s so early, she thought, and I have nothing to do at this hour. She grabbed her comb then put it down again; she ran her fingers through her hair, gently pulling the knots. She used to take hours, on Sundays, to comb through the endless black locks. Now she was tired just thinking of it. Her palm met the shaved spot on her temple where the little hair fuzzed like velvet. The scar was still bulging and sometimes the pain pulsed there as it did now down
Victim Of DepressionVictim Of Depression1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My name is of no importance since I’m not all that important. But because I know some people will want to know who is this dude writing this then you can just know me as Dante. The reason I am writing this is because I think I just came to the realization that I’m somewhat of a basic background character in life. As the times of my life have been so far I feel as if I’m empty inside. As if I am without real emotion. But it doesn't stop there I feel as if the “LIFE GOALS” I set as a child were more just to get attention from my family rather than thinking about what I really want to do with my life. I smile all the time but I find myself dying in the inside. I don't know if this is a phase of me going into the real world or if this is just who I am, but one’s thing for sure I know this shit is creeping me the fuck out.
Like everyone else I am not the perfect human being but at times, I don't even
The Tickle Ghoul“Four little boys all alone by a pool.The Tickle Ghoul1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That’s the perfect target, for the tickling ghoul.
Whilst the younglings chatter away
The tickling ghoul prepares himself for his prey…”
The four boys are aged seven, eleven, eleven and eight. The tickle ghoul waits for them to stretch out and relax. He smiles to himself, not expecting all four lads to place their arms above their heads! One boy – the seven-year-old – is wearing a rash shirt. His feet will have to do. For the rest, its tummy tickles galore!
The other three boys do not stand a chance, for the tickling ghoul strikes them all at once! He has twelve hands targeting his ticklee’s armpits and tummies. The three youngsters writhe about, squealing and roaring with tickle-induced hysterics. The other boy squeals in fright and tries to make a run for it, but the ghoul is too fast!
He grabs the other boy and pins him to his chair, with one arm wrapping around the youngster’s legs at his
Stop It - Day 83Stop it. Jacob thought as his thoughts started to run away from him. It wasn't something he could control. They had a mind of their own, each and every single one of them. They were chugging away at light speed, round and round his mind, taunting him. They were driving him insane.Stop It - Day 831 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had always been like this, but as time went on, as he got older and started taking on more and more responsibility, it had gotten worse and worse. He had a very vivid and intense imagination. It was both a blessing, and a curse.
One particular thought dove head first right into his head: What if Charlene broke up with me?
Jacob growled like a wolf and pressed his head against the wall, clenching his fists. “Stop it.” he muttered angrily.
Another one followed suit: What if she died? The devilish little thought decided to drag a selection of gruesome imagery with it down the rabbit hole. Charlene's corpse, her coffin, the funeral, the sadness, everyone breaking down, Jacob le
HystericalWhen you have a problem, you find a solution. That's common sense; when you're trapped in a cell, you find a way out.Hysterical4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anything will do, as long as it works. You may scrape your knees or bruise your elbows, but as long as you get out, you tell yourself it's okay.
So when everything is wrong and the weight of the world is holding you down until your bones snap and it's hard to breathe, you do just that. You find your way out.
Your escape comes in the form of a house, tall and gray. Go there, and you're not in your cell anymore.
The house is massive and blaring, windows cracked open and voices pouring out with the music. It's nighttime, but inside it's bright and loud and lively. It's just what you need.
You push through sweaty bodies of people you barely recognize and smile at all the faces who know your name. You locate the kitchen, stop one, and grab a drink, swallow it down and revel in the burn it leaves in your throat. You find friends– or, at least, friends yet to be made, st
Mirror Looking in the mirror is strange. Have you ever noticed? Maybe it's just me, but every time I look I see a different person.Mirror1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So clever is she that hides in my reflection like a wolf in sheep's skin. I see her in my own reflection. I do. Sometimes she is me, and other she is not. Sometimes I look and do not expect the face I see to be the one staring back at me.
Sometimes I turn on the lights and for a fraction of an instant, I can see her as different from me. Her eyes, somehow darker. The twitch of a smirk pulling at her lips.
I think about it a lot. Maybe if I didn't turn on the light she would be a presence in the room with me, watching from the mirror and waiting for me to turn on the lights.
Maybe if I left the light off, her hand could reach through the mirror and take hold of my arm in such a way that I couldn't shake her hold.
Perhaps she already has, and such is my reason of suspicion.
What if I do not remember, but when I do no
The Bone Woman There was this once, my brother was sick. He had fallen into the lake, and a day later his chest hurt something fierce.The Bone Woman1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's when old Lorelai came and made him better with all her herbs and other nasty smelling stuff.
We used to call her the Bone Woman, because her house was filled with bones, hanging from the ceiling. That is, when we didn't call her something worse. I guess the people in my village were always a little scared of her, and the things she knew to do.
However, she saved my brother, like she saved so many people before him, so I always tried to be nice to her.
One day, the village priest said that the gods were angry with us. That we had nurtured a witch. That she must pay, or the gods would punish us.
At first no one paid attention, but then old
.:Drunken Cuddles:.”And if something comes up, let me know immediately,” Jael stated, feeling a pair of hands on his back as Alex almost forcefully pushed the plum haired man out of the door. As soon as the man was outside of the building, he spun around on his heels, getting face to face with the dark haired brunet again. “I fucking swear if either of you do something dumb –“.:Drunken Cuddles:.3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m far more concerned with letting you go out with the car by yourself, Hensley, I think we can handle things here just the two of us just fine while you are gone,” Alex sighed, trying to hold back a little grin as he watched the unamused look cross the plum haired man’s face. “Just remember the directions I gave you. We will be fine. Besides, neither one of us can leave the house since according to you I’m far too manic to do anything alone. I think we are both very well aware of that.”
“And you better ke
Dragon and Human War VORE RPHere's an idea I got for a Roleplay, with multiple scenarios. (some people I'd like to try this with are DovahTheDragonborn, Ember294, Dan357.)Dragon and Human War VORE RP5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
((Update: There are NO anthros and you cannot be smaller than 15 ft as a dragon. No same size Vore.))
((Update2: When selecting, for prey, select either slave or soldier, then go to pred and find (slave-Slave owner, soldier-neutral dragon) then select pred option A or B on the bottom of both pred scenarios. As for preds, choose either Slave owner or neutral dragon, then select A or B under the scenario.))
The two worlds, Earth and Morkz'rar are in war, Dragon vs human. However, humans have been losing for the most part, and human saves have been transported to Morkz'rar. You are a new slave after being captured, and you were with a group of people who had already been slaves, being shipped to a new owner. Soon you arrived at the land, and there was a giant
Better Left Unsaid"I love you,Better Left Unsaid1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
BabysitterLittle seven-year-old Francis loved his babysitter. Sara always played the best games with him, and now as he hid, he couldn’t believe how fun this game was. Normally baby sitters tickled their little clients, but this babysitter even let him tickle her! The seventeen-year-old was very ticklish too, but when he got her, it made the next part even better. The duo were playing ‘Hide, Seek and TICKLE’ and Francis loved it!Babysitter1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was hiding in his room, since this was the last round before bed. The door opened and in stepped Sara. She looked across at the clothes rack and smiled.
“I SEE you!” she cried. The boy squeaked and escaped his hiding spot, before jumping up onto his bed. Sara was right on him though, and she pinned the boy’s legs beneath hers, her nails now proceeding to skitter all over the boy’s helpless little feet. Francis’ toes scrunched down and he howled with happy laughter as Sara’s fingers worked all over his tender
L66: Ethan [Nuka] Sometimes, on the rare early nights, when he got to sit with the hockey team after practice and someone would share their booze... he felt normal again. Like he was part of the team. It wouldn't take much once the lot of them started talking. This was a while back now though, and by that he means back far enough that this was one of the nights when Nick and Sophie were still on the team. They were all just recovering from laughing at the way Elisa told her tale.L66: Ethan [Nuka]4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Alright, alright. Who's next?"
"Mine is greatness! I stalked Moosh out and tackled him!... or not actually but I tackled him with my words so he'd agree!"
"Hrk!" Ethan had 2 seconds before his drink came out through his nose at the mental image of the girl dive-bombing her partner. Nick laughed so hard at that he needed to lean on his glowing sister for support. Half the group was breathless as Ethan swore and wiped at his n
Photo TicklesThe spiky haired brunette lad was sitting up on a table when it happened. He was in the middle of a photo shoot for his mother’s photography studio. She was trialling a new photographer today and they specialized in children, so Toby’s mother had allowed him to be a part of it!Photo Tickles1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The little six-year-old was wearing his oldest clothes right now. He wore a tee shirt with jean shorts, which had been cut up a little and was currently barefoot. The last few shots had involved him getting panted up and depicted him being messy with paint. But now they had to do some shorts, which his bare feet painted up.
“Okay buddy, hold still,” said his mother, Katie. She was applying the paint herself. The brush glided from the boy’s super soft, ultra-sensitive pink heel up over his arch and the ball of his foot. The boy squeaked and placed a hand over his mouth, which was now smiling broadly.
“Is that ticklish?” Katie asked, a little surprised. The boy nodded at h
Pokelia | Fun Doctor Adventures One of the trees in front of the doctor's office was finally coming into bloom, adding a much needed touch of cheer to the otherwise dull townhouse. The other tree remained as dead as ever. Celestin was as pleased to see spring return as anyone else. He'd already switched out the dead poppies in his kitchen windowsill to live daisies, and had replaced his winter display of preserved invasive fungal growths with his spring arrangement of deformed swine foetuses--an ever popular item in the niche markets he frequented. It was a three year old tradition that marked the changing of the season, mostly because some of the fungus wasn't quite dead and having aggressive fungal spores floating around already sick people wasn't a good idea.Pokelia | Fun Doctor Adventures5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As for the good doctor himself, he had just finished treating a patient for a mysterious chunk of lead shot in his shoulder. Mysterious being used with the most poignant sarcasm.
"There you are, monsieur," Celestin said
Dad's homeRight now, Jaylon was happily sitting on his little rugby ball chair. The inner part could be pulled out and used as a footrest, and that’s exactly what the young lad had decided to do. He was currently sitting with his legs stretched out, staring at the television entranced. As the ten-year-old brunette was doing so, however, his dad walked into the room.Dad's home1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Hey buddy,” the boy’s dad said. When he walked in, he was facing his son’s tender bare soles. The boy lazily waved at him. “Are you offering me your feet?” he asked. Jaylon gave his dad a weird look and continued watching the program. His dad came over and sat down… right over Jaylon’s ankles!
“AHH! Dad! You’re blocking the teevee!” the boy cried. Jaylon’s father chuckled. The boy squirmed around and managed to finally view the television again, but only because he was leaning over.
“Yeah but you were offering me your feet!” the boy’s fat
Tabloid Sports“Okay children listen up please!” cried Sandy, the leader of the Vacation care service. The children stopped talking. “I hope you’re all organized in your groups,” she said. The three oldest boys looked at each other and smiled. The activities were all age based so you could have groups of older kids only and groups with younger kids and each activity would be made easier or harder depending on which team rocked up.Tabloid Sports1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Okay, so now to the activities!” cried Sandy excitedly. She went around the room labelling all the activities and explaining how each one operated. For the three twelve year olds – James, William and Andrew – this was extremely boring and they were barely paying attention. But suddenly Sandy said something that made them all jump.
“This next challenge is a tickling test!” she said. The educational leader proceeded to explain the activity. Each kid had to endure a minute of non-stop tickling without laughing.
The Secret BeachThe beach was a lovely place to spend a nice warm day. And it could not have been going better for the two thirteen-year-olds who practically had the beach to themselves. There was a reason for that: It was a private one and relatively difficult to access, but Saxon knew a very good way to get there, even if it was a little rocky and steep. He managed it quite well.The Secret Beach1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The brunette lad pulled his strap on sandals off and laid his towel out, before pulling his tee shirt off so that he was wearing swimming shorts. His girlfriend, Chelsea, also thirteen and also approaching the eight grade, accompanied him. She was wearing her bathing costume under her clothes and she pulled them off without a single thought. The black haired girl sat down on her towel and started rummaging through her bag. Saxon was already lying down with his hands folded under his head.
“Isn’t this lovely?” he asked his girlfriend. “I told you it would be empty!” he added excitedly.
Wax PoetThey used to put me in debate teams because I could speak.Wax Poet3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On good days, I could wax poetics as lyrical as to rival Apollo, and I could make the world go round with the sound of my voice. On bad days, I still spoke better than others around me; a ragged sort of truth machine, graceless and splintered, but with flawed beauty in its words.
Good days or bad, they used to put me in debate teams because I could speak.
What they did not realise was that I could not argue.
Bed Time“Come on Hugo, time for bed!” said his mother, Martha. The little blond eight-year-old didn’t look up, but rather continued playing. He had curly hair and was wearing purple short-sleeved pyjamas with white ankle socks.Bed Time1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Okay, one more game!” the boy cried, ensconced in his Nintendo DS. Martha watched her curly haired son’s little feet squirming about as he was playing and suddenly had a very mischievous idea. She reached forward and plucked her son from the couch. The Nintendo DS fell to the couch and Hugo squealed, giggling suddenly as his face was bathed in kisses. He was held upside down and his pyjama top rode up, thus giving Martha an opportunity to kiss her son’s tummy! The boy exploded with laughter!
“MUHUHUHUHUM THAHAHAT TICKLES!” he squealed with delight. Martha’s eyes widened.
“Oh does it now?” she asked. Hugo started squirming. He knew what that tone of voice with that pitch meant! “Is my little b