affectionate | brother!kise ryouta x readeraffectionate | brother!kise ryouta x reader2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
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'[Name]cchi. . .'
Your right eye twitched. 'No. Go away.'
Kise was following you around the gym, looking like a kicked puppy. Since the start of basketball practice, he had been complaining about not getting enough love from his younger sister, you, and no matter how many times you tell him that you love him, he would always ask you for a kiss on the cheek to prove it.
You "politely" declined, of course.
By drop kicking him.
As if you were going to do something embarrassing like that in public.
'[Name]cchi, please?' he implored as he trailed behind you. You sighed.
You were the manager of Kaijo's basketball team. After some relentless begging from the copycat himself, you caved in and had agreed to become his team's manager. You swore that he did this on purpose just so he could spend more time with you, not that you minded. It's just. . . Kise has some serious issues. . .
'Ryo-nii, I alre
TGB- When You SleepHe remembered it like it had happened only moments ago.TGB- When You Sleep1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knew that, moons from now, he’d remember it as if it was some sort of recent event.
Weeks had passed since Jack had told her how he felt- not on purpose, but the words had slipped out anyway.
”I love you.”
The tom cringed as the scene played back in his head over and over again, the sunlight that weaved its way through the branches and danced across his shifting pelt failing to warm his chilled body. He wasn’t warm if he wasn’t with her. He wasn’t him unless he was with her.
”I can’t say it, Jack. I just can’t.”
He hadn’t cried since it happened, not since he was crouched before her, his smallest available form, frozen to the spot, his entire being quaking with the force of his confession. He had never meant to say a word, to open up to her about how he felt, to admit that she was on his mind constantly, like the song of
The birth of the SovereignsThe Seregotien, an insect-like nature folk. They lived in harmony with each other, built incredible structures made of stone and wood and formed a primitive culture. Since their origination it prevailed on Malus, their homeworld. They looked at one as the center of the universe and dreamed one day to be able to reach for the stars.The birth of the Sovereigns3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night seemed this dream for them to come true. Strange light phenomena suddenly appeared and flickered in a heavenly blue. The Seregotien regarded them as Erizyten, the heavenly messenger of their own gods. They saw it as a chance at first hand to record contact with their gods.
The strange lights appeared in the sky for days without moving from the spot and the Seregotien worshiped the supposed, divine beings.
However, what they do not know is that is seind their destruction. The Seregotien could neither hear nor see it coming closer, let the feel or summon. Their extinction came, and with it the Sovereigns
The Drums of WarThe Drums of WarThe Drums of War4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Featuring Étaín, Fox, and Tzilan
The morning after, Winter Year 760 of the New Age
Windborne, Gumtree Hollow
Many Windbornes heard a song in the wind, be it Molach or some other affinity for it. Étaín had never heard it. The only song she heard was the one of war. It was not a song she enjoyed. It had been with her for a long time, growing ever louder over time. To begin with she wondered if it would ever stop. At times it would become deafening, overwhelming, but she’d come to learn to live with it. Now, finally, after years of struggle and the beat of it like a metronome to her heart, it was coming to a crescendo. Soon it would end, and perhaps for once, she could listen to a different song.
She stood now looking at the line of
TG Caption This: Princess of the castle I arrived at my families house at around midnight, in the middle of a thunderstorm of hellish proportions. I ran inside, abandoning my belongings in the car just to take shelter inside the large cottage, my uncle Brian came in with my luggage in his hands. He dropped them on the floor, and with a large Irish smile he said "don't tell me you'rre afreid of a little Irrish rrain?" I nodded vigorously and he shut the door behind him. A large lightning bolt cracked not to far from the house, causing me to stay close to my uncle which caused him to laugh "rrelax I'll make you something to calm your nerrvez." I sat down and looked out the window, it was then that I saw the dark shadow of a large castle in the distance, I yelled out to my uncle Brian "hey uncle Brian! Who's castle is that in the distance!?" He came in with a tray of hot chocolate and bread, he looked at the castle and responded "oh that's no bodies castle...well actually it's the cherry prrincess' castle!"TG Caption This: Princess of the castle3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Superstar!Denmark X Reader she is all thatYou were waiting in line for the ticket booth trying to get your hands on a ticket for the Awesome Trio. The awesomest new boyband that was rising quickly in the charts after making their debut one year before. The band consisted of Alfred Jones, the sweet yet wild type, Alfred had this big brother charm around but not enough to see like brother also he was the drummer; Gilbert Beilschimdt, the bad boy slash gentlemen after the albino saved a puppy stuck in a hole and give it back the owner a little girl, Gilbert’s bad boy image was broken but he acted all cool not giving a damm about and was a great bass player. And last but not least Mathias kohler, the lead singer and guitar player of the band, he was the outgoing slash friendly type though he got a bit too drunk once in a while.Superstar!Denmark X Reader she is all that2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“OMG! What’s she doing here! Like, shouldn’t they forbid people like her,” one of the your high school Cheerleaders screamed, well it was more like screeching.
PKMNation: A Berenice sorta dayThey flew through the sky, the wind whirling and whizzing past their ears. A whimsicott with a malicious looking face shot through the sky above a forest trail, a clefable placidly following close behind as it attempted to light a cigarette while moving against the wind current. A passenger held onto the whimsicott's cotton fur with a single strained paw, desperate for life to stay on as they carried a precious piece of paper. As the three flew through the air, a dome rising from the horizon quickly grew in view as they steadily near it.PKMNation: A Berenice sorta day2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My boy's getting himself a girl!" Scorpio whooped, slamming open the front gate into the Galactic Pioneer Ranch, a smile proudly placed on his face that stretched to his cheeks and showed off his teeth. Berenice the buneary cross sat in his grandfather's mane of cotton, a nervous but equally excited look on his face as he held on to a flyer. The flyer held on it a picture of a peculiar looking cross, a description below the picture speaking of a
OW: I'm Always Here (Part 2)All good things must come to an end after all...What a hypocrite he was, why stress and plead with the other to push him away only to follow after his mouth when it was so unexpectedly torn away from him? They had to stop, if Avery hadn't pulled himself away now than there was no telling where the innocent hand he kept placed on the other's face may have traveled. Stopping was safe, stopping meant he wouldn't risk doing something potentially foolish. That's what he'd been lecturing his little bird about before they'd even started drinking away their sorrows, but perhaps he should have stressed that thought more to himself than anything. Because even with the knowledge that stopping was right, he didn't wish for it to be so. Cal had to wonder what it was that had the other pulling away, Avery appeared to have gotten into their kiss as much as he had- that's what it felt like anyway. So he was unsure if Avery's pulling away was simply an answer to his own request or if he'd maybe been haOW: I'm Always Here (Part 2)3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
In-Between DA Fighting-Tournament Story Chapter 31In-Between DA Fighting-Tournament Story Chapter 311 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
In-between Chapter 31: For All the Reasons
Something was wrong. Something terribly wrong.
Lita pulled the elfin warrior along towards the clothing center of the shopping mall. They must have looked quite odd; a tall warrior woman being led by a girl more than half a foot shorter than her. If the situation had happened on any other day, Lita would have laughed.
But this wasn’t any other day.
Back in at Medico, Lita had sensed something was seriously up with Kat, even with her emotional dampers on. Plus there was the fact that Orion had found her in the bar trying to stone herself (and was saved by Riley of all people).
Something had snapped in Kat. That much was clear. Though Lita doubted very much that the elfin warrior would be willing to talk about it. At least not right away.
So she decided to start with something less touchy.
“So ... How are thi
A Fun Day At The Beach As the sun was starting to on a beautiful weekend as Orhene and Peppermint, friends had a three-day weekend. The sounds of the warm wind blowing as Mint was driving her dad's van as her dad didn't seem to care if she took the van or not. Peppermint was sitting in the front seat with Mint as the gentle sound of jazz music was playing while Orhene and Peppermint girls were sleeping in the back of the van getting much sleep as possible to have the energy for the beach later.A Fun Day At The Beach3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was morning time as Orhene and Peppermint both decided that they all wanted to go to the beach to chill and relax. The two groups never really had time to hang out as they were very busy as it was their Senior Year knowing that any ladies couldn't screw up this year. Peppermint was starting to doze off as the warm wind, the relaxing music, and the sound of cars on the highway was making her sluggish and drowsy as Peppermint gave up the fight as she gently closed her eyes
The Land of Nobody.The land of nobody.The Land of Nobody.1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
We are the rejected ones,
the people you see in everyday life.
The ones that wear black clothes,
wear midnight dark sunglasses.
and waiting alone.
We are the misfits,
the mistakes of man.
We are the "Others",
a group of people who nobody cares about.
We are a group that has no voice in the government,
because we know nobody will listen.
So we left.
We left on boats and sailed threw the Pacific Ocean,
to find an island that we can call home.
The trip was long,
but our pain was longer.
The pain of having no voice,
we talked. Yes,
but nobody listen.
Our voice is like a novel,
hundreds and hundreds of words, sentences, paragraphs,
but nobody cared enough to read it.
We set up our new country after a month of sailing,
we hunted beasts for food,
and slept in our land.
The land of nobody.
We created schools,
and governmental building.
What we didn't create,
Prison was our old land,
7. Dragonfly Toes “Mommy! It’s the girl with the Dragonfly toes!” Jenna shouts at her mom as I walk up towards their house, my bag draped loosely over my shoulder. She continues to shout and point, jumping around excited to see me again.7. Dragonfly Toes3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hi Jenna, how’s my favorite little girl doing today?” She blushes and runs forward to greet me. Throwing herself into my arms I stumble back a few steps, but give her mom a reassuring smile. “What do you wanna do today?”
“I wanna paint my toes like yours!” She bounces in my arms and claps her hands together. “Can we please?”
“I don’t see why not. Just go ask your mom, okay?” I set her down and she bolts over to her mom begging to let her paint her nails like mine. I smile at her mom as I walk inside and set my bag on the couch, waving a quick hello to Jenna's dad who is running around t
Unkind Fate“Everybody has a soul mate. The other half that completes them. To have one is great joy. To lose one is the deepest sorrow one can ever have.”Unkind Fate1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember my mother telling me that. Every time anger and despair warred within me seeking eternity, my mother would tell me this. She also told me that whatever I went through, my soul mate would be able to understand and identify with me. In practical terms it meant scar for scar we'd be alike. Fitting together like puzzle pieces.
I'm not sure when I started hating my soul mate. All the horrible things I've gone through was HIS fault. I wouldn't hurt so much if he wasn't having issues. Also, the whole idea of living solely for another person rubs me wrong. I can't kick the bucket because he's looking/waiting for me? Screw that.
My best friend Seth invited me to a pretty park saying he had a “surprise” for me.
“Rebecca, I'd like to introduce you to my cousin, Darian.” Seth stepped aside, and my breath caugh
Hippy StuffAnna Harpendon was proving to be an highly useful addition to the staff of the Department. Using the leads she had obtained while an executive of Southern Defence Industries, she was tracing the finacing of the Yellow Sign's activities. Kirsty hoped that the information could be used in the arrest and elimination of Yellow Sign rings.Hippy Stuff2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, the former exectuive lacked the necessary skills for field assignments. Defeating the followers of the Old Ones could not be left to the SAS or the Special Branch. Te Department needed agents in the field.
Kirsty completed the forms arranging for Anna's training in unarmed combat and weapons training. The Department agent, despite her generally mild-mannered nature hd something of a sadistic side. The thought of sending the former corporate director to train with the army in cold and damp Wales or Wiltshire made her smile.
But even combat training was not going to be enough. Anna had to learn the primal magic of the Earthmothers program. The woma
Defining MomentWhen I look back at the defining moment of my life, I often wonder how just another Saturday night turned into the event that set the course of my life in motion. The guy who started it all was Danny Tighten, the kid we all wanted to be around in high school. Now, though, he seemed particularly unambitious hanging out at the same sports bar weekend after weekend.Defining Moment2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
But I happened to be there that night, barely twenty-one and not knowing there were more sophisticated establishments just down the street. No, that night I hadn’t a care in the world. I’d come with a few friends and their boyfriends, making me something like a seventh wheel, but it didn’t matter after two cosmos and a lemon drop.
I sat at the bar swaying to dance music I assume played ironically in the absence of a dance floor and watched my friends giggle and grope at each other. I was alone, but so what? It was a good night, at least until Danny approached me with a beer in hand and a cocky smi
OW OCT - Emily's Intro - Into The Deep End~*~OW OCT - Emily's Intro - Into The Deep End1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here we are, don't turn away now
A clumsy swing and a cry of pain and the fight was over. The crowd cheered at the spray of red blood that flew through the air, a purple haired student’s eyes widening as he felt the blood leave his body. His dark skin was stained with his blood as well as the blood of his opponent, some of which had already dried. That was how long the fight had gone on for. It was test of wills and a test of strength, intellect and instinct. Two people who had refused to make the first move until one finally moved, sending an undead bird out to attack the other.
The battle had quickly escalated from there, water and ice fighting a scythe, undead creates and various spirits. What was stronger? In the end, ice and water had overwhelmed Emily, helping the fact that it was difficult to breathe. But with a final blind swing of her scythe, the blades shot out, the chains following them. The chains had wrapped around Chrono, immobilizing him, and the blades
SOW: Kendra and YumiWolf-Chalk said the following:SOW: Kendra and Yumi1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the Takoda pack having grown so small over the course of years, Yumi had spoken with the clan's elders over what course of action needed to be taken. It was bad enough their leaders had just disappeared sometime ago, leaving their hands to the older members to keep a form of order until a council could elect a new leader.
The raven-furred wolfess had suggested she leave the clan on a mission to seek out new blood for their diminishing ranks, perhaps even find a new leader somewhere out there. Concern was imminent over the scout going on such a large journey but Yumi fought her cause with valid reasoning as to why her taking this quest was so important.
With reluctance, the Takoda elders were forced to sigh and nod their heads. Yumi would be heading out in the coming morning, perhaps being away for several moons as she tried to bring wolves and dogs alike to the disappearing wolf pack.
Upon a ledge she sat, watching the sunset as the orange circle fel
Unlikely friends?Squad1rox said the following:Unlikely friends?3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bullet Anne, after patrolling the town, padded into the woods to enjoy a walk in the night.
She was still wearing her two collars, the one given to her by Nightshade, a fine red silk collar, and the one that was a token of remembrance to her friend Wilson.
The red collar was beginning to loosen however, and the black hunting dog was forced to stop to attempt to tighten it, and failing to do so.
"Grr..." she growled in annoyance, then her ears pricked as she heard a twig snap. "Who's there?"
drawingquirky said the following:
Toro came from the dark as his amber eye settled onto anne."I see we meet again" he smiled as he looked around for any pesky humans that are out with there rifles of the sort. "do you need help with that?" he asked walking closer to her he asked this.
Squad1rox said the following:
Anne's ears flattened against her head as Toro revealed himself. "Not from you." She asked, baring her teeth, taking a defensive stand a
Let Me Liberate You Dear (Warning: Dark)Let Me Liberate You Dear1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
You keep running when its pointless, why?
Why do you run?
Is it out of fear?
Do you fear for your life dear?
Why? When I'm trying to save you from all the heartache.
You should be happy.
I'm doing you a favor.
You should be grateful.
I'm liberating you.
You should just let me end all desolation for you.
Think about it;
No more suffering and disdain,
No more pain and agony,
No more worries
Let me free you dear,
I can make all your the troubles disappear,
I can put your restless soul at peace,
I can make you truly happy,
All for a very low price.
All those scornful looks they give you,
All those bruises along
DSOCT R1 - Jeremy vs Amabel and Rei - P1Jeremy only got a brief glance of his apparent enemies before they marched out of the cave. Well, the guy had marched out. The little girl had been dragged along with him. Most of the other contestants were making their way out too, some nervous, some determined, but Jeremy was having none of that. Scanning the dispersing crowd, he spotted the tall purple man that had just given his painfully awkward speech making his way toward the back staircase. Jeremy groaned in anticipation of the inevitably uncomfortable conversation he was about to have and forced himself to walk to the dark, musty back of the cave.DSOCT R1 - Jeremy vs Amabel and Rei - P13 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The demon lord noticed him as he approached. “Oh, it’s the baker boy!” Tizuka chided. “What is it? Don’t you have a little girl and her possibly pedophilic pal to murder?”
“Yeah, about that…” Jeremy moved his eyes away and scratched the back of his head, “Can I, y’know, not do that?”
The purple-haired man’s
Beat of the DrumBeat of the Drum19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! In the name of love
Before you break my heart.
STOP! In the name of love
Before you tear us apart.
Think it over,
Think it over...
The Daydreams were singing and dancing on the stage, entertaining the troops at the army camp with their act. One of the best known girl groups in the country, the African American trio were coming to the end of a tour of bases, which was due to culminate in an appearance at the Wrigley Stadium before the big game on the 4th of July.
April, the lead singer, was wearing a red poncho designed like a Stop sign for the road, as well as grey tights and black knee length go-go boots. Melody was slightly less garishly dressed, in a black leather slip dress with a large white arrow motif pointing down at the front, and white boots, while Coral had on a white coat with black and red trim on the collar and cuffs, the same design on her knee length boots.
As they finished their song, the assembled soldiers whooped and hollered, cheering
RoM - Looking GoodGoldanna (Female) - Handler: HansenArithil (Male) - Handler: IsabelleRoM - Looking Good2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many arrived at the large stadium early in the morning to get ready for the show. The trees lining the property were all a golden brown as fall was well under way and leaves were starting to fall. It was quite some time till the show began later that day, around noon, but the contestants wanted to arrive early to sign in and more time to prepare their tokotas. Tokotas in all shapes and sizes were arriving, either being ridden by their handlers, being led by them, or some even coming by truck and trailer. One half of the large building was stalls that were filled with tokotas being brushed and groomed. Tokotas and their handlers were coming and going, chatter was heard all around and it was loud as they all got prepared.
Isabelle led Arithil into their stall, closing the gate behind her. She rode him there and had to remove the tack, sliding the saddle off and removing the bit-less bridle from his face. She put them o
Just Try to Seal my Kill this Time Just Try to "Seal" my Kill this TimeJust Try to Seal my Kill this Time2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Handlers: Nik, Alan, Susan
Tokotas: Denali, Vikinga, Tok
Recently, it had seemed as if all of their fishing trips, hunting expeditions, and explorations had become meet-and-greets for the socially awkward. Everywhere they went, they encountered new Tokotas and handlers, making it seem like there was some larger conspiracy afoot to fix Nik’s social ineptitude. This time, however, would be different. After their recent moose hunt had been interrupted by two others who were after the same prey, Nik promised Denali that their next hunting trip would be just the two of them and they would bring back the largest bounty the world had ever seen. And this time it would be prey Denali had yet to encounter—seal. He could imagine her now, bringing the animal back to him, as proud of herself as she always was when she finished a hunt.
He had contemplated asking Val, who was the
Whisky, Thundery DelusionThere’s a bottle of whiskey standing in my porch. It isn’t mine because it isn’t empty, that much I know but not much else. After making it mine my eyes stray to the top of the hills and my mind enters this state of deep dormancy as the cold wind burns my skin to red. I like to attribute this dormant state of mine to artistic sensibility or some kind of profound connection with nature even though I am fully aware of the now empty bottle of whiskey, or vodka, sometimes both, usually standing at arm’s reach.Whisky, Thundery Delusion3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
As a wake up three hours later, head pounding, I can hear the gentle dripping that sets the mood for a thunderstorm. The hills are now covered in thick mist.
The thing is I’m FEELING quite sober right now so if you want metaphors or beautifully crafted allegories, maybe even a pretentious synesthesia, write them yourselves! Here, hear the thunder. Can you hear it rumbling after the climatic flashes of light that fill up the now darkening skies with mumbl