Painfully Sweet | Ayato X Reader | Tokyo GhoulPainfully Sweet | Ayato X Reader | Tokyo Ghoul12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Warning: Contains Some Inappropriate / Foul Language.
"One Cappuccino, please." You requested with a smile. The waitress quickly scribbled down your order before walking over to the next table.
Today, you were in an incredibly cheerful mood.
Not because it was a beautifully warm and sunny day. And not even because you passed your college entrance exams with flying colors.
Today, you were finally able to spend some time with your signicant other.
While a trip to the local coffee shop wasn't exactly your idea of a romantic date, you certainly weren't about to complain.
In recent weeks, having alone time with Ayato was a somewhat difficult task.
So you planned on making the most of the time you were together, no matter what.
After receiving your hot beverages, Ayato noticed your bubbly demeanor.
"Why the Hell are you so happy?" He asked, eyeing you suspiciously.
"We haven't been spending much time together recently, so I was happy when you invited me out for coffee." You replied b
Live Long and Prosper (AmericaxReader)It had come to that scene in The Wrath of Khan.Live Long and Prosper (AmericaxReader)20 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The scene where he dies.
I sat on the living room couch, my eyes glued to the screen. I watched, silent, as he put his hand on the glass, his middle and ring fingers separate. And he spoke the now famous words in a raspy, dying croak that was choked by radiation:
"Live long and prosper."
A sudden warm drop landed on the back of my hand. Startled, my eyes detached from the television and slowly moved, looking for the source of the drop.
My boyfriend Alfred was crying.
Thick, sparkling tears were cascading down his face, silent as a butterfly's wingbeat. Not even a sob was uttered from him as he watched him die, slumping against the thick glass wall. But the look in his glazed eyes said that on the inside, he was screaming.
Such a sight made my heart crack. I gently whispered, "Alfie? Babe?"
TGCT: Starting The New School Year Right“I’m not happy boys. Not. Happy. Ask me why.” The stressed mother spoke, loaming over the table where her two children sat.TGCT: Starting The New School Year Right3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Why?” One of them meekly replied.
“Why what? Be specific boys.”
“Why are you unhappy?”
“Your grades make me unhappy. Every semester they creep lower, Cs then Ds and now Fs! How low are you going to let them go?!?”
“We’re sorry” the twin brothers replied.
“Sorry doesn’t get you to college. Sorry doesn’t get you a career.”
“We’re trying… the classes are just too hard...”
“Don’t dump sugar on shit and tell me it’s chocolate! You do poorly because you two keep getting into fist fights. Every week, it’s the same story of how some guy was bullying you two, and you had to act self defense. You’re lucky you haven’t gotten expelled yet
Sleep Now, PetSleep Now, Pet1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
A rough paw ran over his small head, and he closed his eyes gently, snuggling deeper into his mother's wispy coat. "Close your eyes my darling," she whispered softly. It was redundant -- they were already closed. He knew then that she was far away, wrapped up in her little world. She like to go there some times, some place where she could never take him. He wondered where she went, and why it was so much better than right here right now, with him. The fervent heat of jealousy flared up inside his chest and forced his eyes open. He watched her, eye to eye with her chest. He watched it rise and fall, the gentle rhythm of it slowly driving the envious heat away, her gold pendant riding up and down with her chest. His mother. His.
Her rough paw ran itself over his back, down his spine, curled itself into his small tail. "Hush my darling. Zonje is watching. Zonje will protect us from all who wish us harm." He eyed the golden glint of her pendant, its twining knotted lines weavin
Stoneclan February CeremoniesAdderstar stood forward, calling out for the Clan to gather around her, waiting until they were assembled before beginning.Stoneclan February Ceremonies3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We are gathered here to welcome an Apprentice into our ranks as a Warrior, and a Kit into the ranks of the Apprentices" she smiled, calling forward Lotuspaw and Morningkit.
"Lotuspaw, you have received excellent training under Bonetalon, and he assures me that you are ready to take your full Warrior name. Lotuspaw from this moment on you will be known as Lotuscloud, may Starclan honor your bravery and your curiosity as we welcome you as a full Warrior of Stoneclan."
"Lotuscloud! Lotuscloud!" Cheered the crowd.
Now it was Morningkit's turn.
"Morningkit you have now reached the age of six moons," she looked down at the black, green eyed Kit, "From now until your Warrior training is complete you will be known as Morningpaw," she beckoned forward Brooksong.
"Brooksong you have yet to train an Apprentice, but I would like you to take on the respon
The Story of Cubone - Book III, Ch. 13Peter stood out in the oddly serene false night of the main hall, thinking. He took a drag off of the electronic cigarette he'd been given upon request. Such an interesting Pokeuman invention that was leaked even into the human world, saving lives by giving an alternative to tobacco. He wasn't a big smoker, but he was nevertheless stressed out enough that he was grateful for the relief he got from this particular vice.The Story of Cubone - Book III, Ch. 1320 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
In spite of this, he couldn't help but think about the times he had tried to escape from his past. The scandal. The divorce. The legal actions. Everything...
How ironic. He'd done so much evil in the time since he'd lost his job as a teacher, and yet he had always been innocent of the one thing that had ruined his life in the first place.
There was a girl. A student in his class. She'd never caused trouble or acted up any more than a kid is expected to. However, one fateful day, she entered his classroom as he was in the middle of a lesson. Her face was bruised, blood dr
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 43Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 438 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 43: Shutting Up
Tempest remained at his seat, on the verge of a mental breakdown and staring at Rainbow Dash. He had rehearsed it all in his head. He would stand up and slam his hoof on the table and tell her what he really felt. He could even see the words form for him.
“What did I do to you?” would be his first question, followed by, “What did I do to deserve this silent treatment?!? You didn’t seem to have much of a problem with me BEFORE you found out that I was your son! Ever since you went and blew our secret out of the water, you’ve avoided me like the plague!!!”
With each passing second the speech ate its way through him, burning him from the inside. He wanted to just shout it out now and get it over with. Just one quick moment of weakness, of release, and his pain would finally be alleviated. Even if it would be for a short while, it would be worth it. Just seeing the look on Rainbow Dash’s shocked face would make
RomeEyes empty, lips pressed, pain dripping slowly from his ears. There, in the garden, the man stood. On top of a poorly decorated pedestal the man stood, the man, the memory, the piece; stone arms fallen weary, broken nose and mossy knees. The proud look had grown tired and the curiosity broken free. His world was no more than a swing and a fallen broken tree. Slightly crooked, laurel wreath hanging tight fighting the last of the hail stones as some piece of past glory reminiscence, but down there, close to cobbles: feet shaking, ankles sore. With teary eyes and cracking skin of marble (ancient) the old portrait, memory, stone began to kneel. Last breath nigh, he screamed so incredibly high, driving sword and anger through the soil he’s brain began to boil. “I am not a statue. I’m now nothing, I only was” That said the piece fell down, crumbling into a proud little mountain of dusty rubble. Now the park feels lighter and the birds ROME free, the tree's brunchesRome3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Crossover] Thoughts before the last encounterI remember your smile, your moon-like eyes, your voice when you whispered in my ear, your perfume when you hugged me, your words comforting me when I felt down… I also remember that I used to imagine you and I, living together with Roby, Lasno, Snowflake and two children… maybe living in another city, or even another country. I daydreamed about it, but I always told myself it was still too soon. Even so, I asked you what you thought about our future… and you had the same opinion! I decided that, when I finished my degree, I’d quit the war against Shadow Beings, look for a job and buy a new and bigger house to make it come true. Things were better than ever…[Crossover] Thoughts before the last encounter2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
until war broke us apart.
When you died, part of me died too. All the things I had fought for, all the effort to stop the invasion, one of the reasons I had to go back home… vanished in a moment. That first week was the worst one of my life. I couldn’t stop crying… My family and friend
Chinese RulesFridayChinese Rules1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Very well, I believe that is all the scheduled business for today,” Madame said in her deep, mellow voice as she sat in her office, “thank you everyone?”
“Thank you Madame,” the senior staff said as they stood up and made to leave, but as Lily Harmon stood up Madame looked at her and said “A moment, if you would please Lillian?”
“Of course,” the young blonde said as she sat back down, crossing her legs as her black skirt moved to the side. Since taking on her new responsibilities as Penny’s number two, she had become more the successful young business woman she needed to be for the public facing aspects of her role.
“Our contacts in Hong Kong have informed us of certain papers that are currently in the possession of a young Chinese lawyer in the greater London area,” Madame said after the door had closed, “papers which may help clear the last few details of the recent unpleasantness
Snippets of love [Happy birthday Skugginn]Iceland was certain that getting a label maker was the worst thing he had done. He actually only needed it for labeling which cup was his or Mr.Puffin's. It was totally fine until Hong Kong came for a visit and found it. He had been gone for 10 minutes. 10 minutes to get some wood for the fireplace and suddenly everything was labled. Labled in such stupid and ridiculous ways.Snippets of love [Happy birthday Skugginn]2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He would be lying if he said he didn't have SOME fun reading nd removing the lables his friend had obsessively pasted wverywhere. Every now and then he would find some in Cantonese, meaning Hong Kong had either forgotten the English word for it, or made up one in his own language.
It was all fun and games until he found a label on his own ass that said "HK's bottom bitch".
He had never seen his friend run that fast before, and rightfully so.
Icelandic wrath is no game.
Xiao loved the mall. He loved the numerous stores and the gigantic food court, the many people who wandered around a
AT Fire, Partie 02La nuit venait de tomber lorsqu’un vent frais se leva dans la ville encore loin d’être endormie. Dans une vaste rue abondamment éclairée, entre les fêtards déjà éméchés et ceux qui partaient justement chercher de quoi étancher leur soif, un jeune homme marchait calmement. Les mains dans les poches de son pantalon de costume, il portait une chemise immaculée sous une veste noire comme la nuit. Son visage aussi pâle qu’impassible n’était pas sans troubler ceux qui le croisaient, cessant un instant de rire et parler pour lui jeter un regard en coin. Ses fines mèches de cheveux bleutés dansaient autour de son regard glacé qui, teinté d’un violet profond et perturbant, ne se détachait pas de l’immense restaurant en face de lui, aussi illuminé qu’un lustre scintillant.AT Fire, Partie 022 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il ne put réprimer un rire intérieur lorsqu’il la vit. Vêtue d
The Glitter FreezeThe Glitter Freeze2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
They came into town smashing things up. At first, it seemed like purposeful destruction, with the lot of them targeting much the same kind of places. They'd head from gas station to gas station one day, or from one supermarket to another. Always, they toted little more than bludgeons and bats, but no one could stand up to their numbers. People fought back at first. Then they learned to run.
After a time, it became obvious that they had no interest in something so orderly as a hit list. They were going about like vagrants, destroying what was convenient – whatever caught their attention at any given moment, on any given afternoon.
The ruffians would load up, piling a dozen of their ranks into a truck outfitted for three at the most. The engines of their caravans would give off the worst chugging sounds as the poor vehicles wheezed and huffed under the sheer weight of too many teenage bodies. Smiles spread thin like too little jelly on too much bread, or mouths obscured entirely by
My Silver PlatterI was crunchy.My Silver Platter1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was flavoursome.
I was tantalising.
Enticing, alluring, appetising, decadent, delectable, scrumptious, scummy, lip-smakingly luscious.
Some would even say delicious.
I was all the words that ever described the perfection that was good food. That’s who I was, that’s what I was. Above all else though, I was afraid.
The end was near.
I was lining up for the firing squad. On either side sat desserts and entrées. All of them were afraid, shivering in their bowls.
From the front of the line a crème brulee was whisked away on a silver platter. My heart soared for the dish, though despite its doubtless fear, it did not make a noise. Such a brave soul. I admired its courage. The line moved along.
Now it was me. I was in the line of fire. It wouldn't be long before I too were taken to the other side. Silently I willed myself to remain as strong as the crè
ht | Gentle Giant | Jesi and ArgusTotal Word Count: 2,149ht | Gentle Giant | Jesi and Argus2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Jesi had been running late. The pink haired girl had gotten little sleep the night before, and thus had been not only late to class, but utterly exhausted. Upon arriving home from school, she had discarded her usual plans to work on homework and then go to the Pet Center to help out. Instead, she snapped, only to end up sleeping longer than the handful of hours she reserved for homework.
Scrambling around her cluttered room (she was still in the process of unpacking from when she had moved to Pawsville) for the standard Pet Center shirt, the high school student hastily changed before grabbing her bag and running out the door.
The still groggy and uncoordinated teenager broke out into a jog, only to slip on some gravel and go down with a frightened yelp. Her hands and knees were scraped, and she surveyed for a moment as the marks began to turn red and throb painful
Shike's Execution He couldn't help but be amused by the many expressions worn upon the faces of those judging him. There were many: bitter anger, hatred, disgust, joy, grief (not for him of course)... He could even see a few that were confused or vacant. The sight made his lips twitch into his infamous cocky grin; an action that caused even more of a reaction from the crowd before him. Inwardly he chuckled. He might have released it out loud if he didn't think the officials would cut his verdict early and dispose of the floor beneath him so that he would hang.Shike's Execution1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rope already felt tight around his neck, but it was not fear that caused this. More so out of irateness. The young man had enough of ropes this past week or so. The bonds that kept his hands behind his back were of no help either, and they flexed uncomfortably. Yet still the prosecutor dragged on and on of the list of crimes as well as the verdict of his upcoming punishment, with no sign of slowing. He s
Burn down Bridges (And Build New Ones)The "job hunt" continues and it brought Venus to the bar that she heard about from Noel. Might as well give that place a shot... Upon arriving, she was met by someone vaguely familiar.Burn down Bridges (And Build New Ones)16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey! I remember you! You're the cutie that Shay took in a few days ago!"
"...Do I know you...?"
Before Venus got a response from the bespectacled youth behind the counter, Shay showed up behind counter and bopped him on the head lightly with a glass full of her drink. "I'm right here, dear."
Venus had a moment of clarity. "Oh, right, you're Shay's roommate...boyfriend...?"
"I'm hurt that you don't remember me!" He shed fake tears.
"It might be for the best that she doesn't." A small knight-like digimon with reptilian wings called from the other end of the counter.
Shay sighed. "Enough is enough, you two."
"Right, right, customers first. You wanted something to drink?"
"Actually, I have no money..." Venus sighed and tried to get to the point that she's actually looking for a job.
Team Super LuckEXPLORERS GUILD: Super LuckTeam Super Luck2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Date Joined: 2-26-15
Current Funds: 0 St
Gender: Female Age: 18
Ability: Super Luck
Strength: 3 Agility: 2
Intelligence: 2+2 Charisma: 3
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: [Dark] -> [Intelligence]
Move 1: Psycho Cut
Move 2: Night Slash
Move 3: Aerial Ace
Move 4: Detect
-Item 1 ( [Charisma]
Move 1: Slash
Move 2: Thunderbolt
Move 3: Shadow Claw
Move 4: Water Pulse
========== WRITTEN TEST ==========
[For this portion of the application, make your best effort to follow the italicized lines and NPC dialogue with whatever you wish, in order to explain your team. You can even change the setting of the interacti
Pandora: *Untitled* Pandora, known as the "Negotiator" and one of the most well renowned villains from the dark and treacherous Chaos Realm, stood before her next target from within the enemy's own home. It was a dark room, poorly lit by the blue flames that crackled on the torches hanging from the stone walls. A huge chandelier of softly glowing blue crystals illuminated the rest of the room with a dark sense of welcoming. The carpeting was ragged and there was a throne in the middle of the large, rectangular room. It was the least expected place for high-ranking beings like an Operator to live, especially when it was in the Chaos Realm itself. Pandora simply stood there with a straight face as she stared straight ahead, her confident stand unwavering under the cold gaze of her enemy. She was an infiltrations expert, at least according to supposedly trustworthy information gathered by scientists through "research", and the cause of death for a considerable amount of very important and powerPandora: *Untitled*3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vore Tournament 3-Prelude (The Wedding)Today was the day. The day of the wedding. Everyone was busy with preparations, it was almost chaotic. Rapunzel and Astrid were in two separate rooms on the opposite ends of the mansion that was used during the second season. Anna and Elsa were helping Rapunzel with her dress, which was absolutely stunning. “Wow Rapunzel,” Anna said. “Astrid’s gonna faint when she sees you.” She said happily. Her sister and cousin gave her strange looks. Anna blushed a bit. “I-I’m not saying that it’s because you don’t look good and that her fainting would be a good thing, I’m just stating what I think.” She rambled. Elsa chuckled and cut Anna off. “We get it Anna.” She said smiling. Rapunzel was about to explode from excitement. “Ooooohhhhh! I just can’t WAIT to see Astrid. I’m sure she’s gonna look amazing. But then again, she always does.” Rapunzel giggled a bit. At the moment, Elsa was tryingVore Tournament 3-Prelude (The Wedding)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shadamy: online loveShadamy one shot: online loveShadamy: online love3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was sitting in my on my bed staring at the ceiling. Is he ever gonna respond I thought. I was wait for a boy on a online dating website to finally answer my request to go on a date with me. He was a male hedgehog with midnight black fur with red streaks that are in his quills, arms, and legs. He looked really handsome to me and I really wanted to get to know him more that his profile picture. His quills were upturned toward the end and he had tan mussel and red rings around his eyes that were the same as his arms and quills. His eyes were a breath taking ruby red and I stared at his picture for what seemed like forever just getting lost in the eyes on the screen. In all that red and black laid a patch of white chest fur. It looked so soft and I wanted so badly to feel it. He looked so breathtaking in his pictures that I think I have fallen in love with him online. Let's just hope that what I see is real and not just some weirdo g
Bar Food (Emeto, stuffed, comm) Lionel groaned, a sound that only just barely was audible over the gurgling of his stomach. He hadn’t eaten that much, not really. Just…well, first he’d had a few drinks, and whenever he’d downed a few pints, of course he’d need to follow it up with a nice handful of whatever the bartender had set out that night for snacks. Popcorn, peanuts, chips…he didn’t discriminate, he wasn’t some fancy-do like Charles, food was food and it all went down the same way. Of course, his older brother Charles probably didn’t really discriminate that much either, especially considering the size of his waistline. Lionel tittered to himself a bit at the thought before wincing, the movement from giggling causing the room to spin a bit more wildly than usual. Eugh, maybe all the peanuts after all he had drank wasn’t the best life choice, but it wasn’t his fault that booze gave him the munchies.Bar Food (Emeto, stuffed, comm)9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing, Lionel rubbed clumsily at
I Can, I Will, I Have Done“You can’t.”I Can, I Will, I Have Done2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
That’s how it started. A boy, a girl and the words, “You can’t”.
With her mother having died from pneumonia, only six months earlier, Suzie arrived at her 21st birthday realising little else had changed in her life. Her sole purpose was now to keep the house in order, an ordeal which started before dawn and ended way after her father and brother had gone to bed. There was bread to bake, grocery shopping to do, cleaning, cooking; the list was endless and she collapsed into bed at night for a fitful few hours sleep grabbed between her loads of work.
“Why was I born different ma?” She spoke to her mother as if she was there listening. “Why was I born like you, with the female body parts? All I want is to be like Phillip – he can run about, he can vote for change, a change that doesn’t affect me so much as him and father.” A small tear trickled down her cheek. “I’m clever too ma, smarter