affectionate | brother!kise ryouta x readeraffectionate | brother!kise ryouta x reader3 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
A Mother Daughter MomentA Mother Daughter Moment1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“NO! He really wanted you to do that?”
“I’m not joking,” Frankie Jones said as she sat on the couch, looking at her mother. She had her bare feet up on the centre of the seat, the hems of her jeans covering them as she held her coffee mug in her hand. Her long dark brown hair was over the shoulders of her purple long sleeved top as they both laughed.
Bobbi, her mother, was wearing a light blue fleece with a button front over a long sleeved black top, jeans and ankle boots. It was a Sunday afternoon, and Frankie always came round to see her mother for a coffee and chat for a few hours. Since her father had died unexpectedly last year, this had become even more important.
“Right,” Bobbi said as she stood up, “I need to go and put the roast into the oven – there’s a box of things over there that I think need to be thrown out. Can you have a look through; make sure there is nothing of yours in t
The Storyboard - 024The Storyboard - 0241 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Ten thousand” is a punchy, raw number. Ten thousand of a thing is a staggeringly large amount. The mind tricks itself into believing it is countable.
If I wanted to, I could recall the years I walked this hall, same as they are, day in and day out. But I do not want to, and so I simply say—to myself because there is no one else—that I have walked this hall for ten thousand years.
My mind could not handle “a million years” without admitting that it is equivalent to eternity. Therefore it could not possibly be a million.
And there was no one to say otherwise. There were the two clocks, one over the table in the hall, and one by the bed, always offset from each other by one minute. I could not tell which was correct, if either were, or if it mattered.
There was a time once, which seemed legendary, when I recalled the shape of things other than these halls. The discrepancy in the clocks ground in my mind, and I attempted to set one to keep with the othe
Jellal/Siegrain x Male!Reader | One Shot | CommishJellal/Siegrain x Male!Reader | One Shot | Commish3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anime/Fandom: Fairy Tail
Title: The World Outside
Jellal/Siegrain x Male!Reader
Commission for Ace-Takahashi
Warnings: Bad language.
He quietly observed the outside world from the balcony upon which he resided. Hands resting upon the little stone arc of the balcony, his brownish orbs lazily surveying the fragile little universe that seemingly existed for the sole purpose of rotating around him - leaving him left to stare at the meaningless work his kind had strived to create. His mouth pushed into a frown as he looked up at the sky, unable to fight the feeling that he wanted to be someplace else.
He paused, head swiveling to the left, eyebrows quirking as he watched a smaller male bounce towards him. He watched with a bored expression, quietly taking in the sight of bouncing [hair colour] hair and illuminating [eye colour] eyes. No words were spoken as he watched the newcomer double over and take in a few strained breaths, before finall
The Sweet Smell of SurrenderMaggie Pace glanced idly at the clock on the wall and sighed contentedly. Only minutes left before closing time and the beginning of a fabulous weekend. It had been a slow day at Good Scents, and she could have easily shut down at noon and missed only the sale of a perfume bottle and a candle or two. But Maggie's work ethic would never allow such a thing, and her reward -- a three-day holiday weekend at her favorite bed & breakfast -- would be all the sweeter for it. Sweeter still if only... but she quickly dismissed that thought. Can't keep going there. Hollis Park is in the past.The Sweet Smell of Surrender2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just then, the sound every shopkeeper dreads heralded an unavoidable delay: the ping of her doorbell announcing a last-minute customer. No one coming at this hour ever had a simple need for lotion or cologne, managed a quick cash transaction, or had the merest inkling of what it was they were looking for. She sighed again, this time in resignation. Nothing to do but deal with the nuisa
Big Boys Day OutBig Boys Day OutBig Boys Day Out1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jeremy woke up to the sweet scent of breakfast as he slowly for up, stretching and yawning. He turned to see that Jan wasn’t there at all as he got onto his feet.
“I wonder…I know that’s not her cooking out there,” he said as he stumbled out into the kitchin, still in his boxers. He opened the door and saw the sight of a familiar blue haired young man, whipping up pancakes. Akari turned around and saw Jeremy.
“Oh! Good morning, buddy. You woke up just in time!”
“Where are the ladies at?” Jeremy asked, scratching the back of his head.
Akari served the two plates of pancakes, both of ‘em 6 pancakes stacked high. “They went out on a girls only day. Looks like it’s just as big boys today, Jeremy.”
“C’mon, Akari, I’m not THAT big,” Jeremy replied as he sat down at the table, getting the syrup and butter for his pancakes.
“Oh no, then what’s this?” Ak
I'll take care of you [Male!Reader x Eren] Lately there’s a boy that attracted your attention. He has a brown messy hair, a bright green eyes and probably a little taller than you. For some reason you always saw him late after school with a new bruises on his face and he’d walked to the school gate limping.I'll take care of you [Male!Reader x Eren]1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s not that you want to become a stalker but you just can’t help but curious about the boy. Later you learnt the boy name was Eren Yaeger and he was a year younger than you; made you his senpai. He’d always hang out with two of his friends, a blonde male that look very kind and a raven female with scary eyes. Whenever the three of them are together, Eren would always smile.
You just knew from the first time you saw him that Eren was bullied. But you just don’t understand why an energetic boy like him would get bullied.
It’s not like he would get bullied and beaten
TGB- When You SleepHe remembered it like it had happened only moments ago.TGB- When You Sleep3 days 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
Building and Building - Highclan AssignmentThe warm weather was beating down hard on the Clans below. Not hot enough for anybody to be seriously worried about potential fires, but still hot enough to entice you to stay in the shade, rather than being out on the Patrols you were supposed to be following.Building and Building - Highclan Assignment2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been thinking..." Owlmoon stretched out on his back from under the shade of the rock he and Scorchpaw were resting under in the lower part of Highclan's territory near to the cliffs.
"When aren't you" the darker tom replied with an annoyed twitch of his whiskers, however his voice sounded less confident than it usually did.
It had been about a week or so since the death of that Kit. Nobody knew he'd played a part in her death of course, Scorchpaw was the only one he'd told, as he knew that his half-brother had also had doubts about the path they were pulling themselves along.
Ignoring Scorchpaw's jibe he continued. "Perhaps Burningdust had a point, maybe there is a side to these other abilities that we didn't consider. Whe
-Too Late--Too Late-3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
A lone, pale blue book caught the interest of a certain teal colored Puffball. He gently picked up the unfinished project, his curiosity piqued. He knows she isn’t particularly fond of anyone reading her work in progress, but something about this particular book made the Puffball want to bend said rule. He quickly glanced around to make sure she wasn't nearby before softly reading the title to himself.
"The Great Bar-"
"BATE! Don't touch that book!!”
Startled from the sudden sound of her voice, Bate accidentally dropped her precious writing on the floor. He let out a mortified gasp and frantically bent over to pick it up. He timidly peered over her desk to place it back, but caught the eye of a very agitated Sphere Doomer.
"A-atka!!" He started to nervously fiddle with the book. "I wasn't reading it, I was...I wa
Day of Reckoning - PrologueI. PROLOGUEDay of Reckoning - Prologue1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Too many rumors, too many stories, too much had been building up for the past few years. I had felt as if it were time to finally settle the score. I had extended the invitation to eight special women, females of gifted gassy capabilities, of strength and of power and of utter dominance. The location was secluded, far away from any form of civilization, since I knew what I was going up against. I had written the characters and had their stories told, now I wanted to see them in action, up close and personal and determine for myself who the gassiest was. So, I went out and set the field for the eight-person tournament and sent out the invitations to those girls available. They were Christina Lopez, my original tall Hispanic gassy woman, Jade Lee, her Asian and gigantic friend with lethal butt fumes. Next was a pair of sisters, Megan Williams, a cheerleader and rival of sorts to Christina and her younger, larger and much gassier sister Katie Williams. Next came in Kelly Hayne
Meeting 1 (Alt,Mal,KadXReader) OneShotMeeting 1 (Alt,Mal,KadXReader) OneShot1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being a thief wasn’t as hard as people made it sound, it was in fact quite the opposite. The job was exceedingly underwhelming if one knew how to gain another’s trust easy, and (F/N) was a natural at this. Everyday civilians Jerusalem were to ignorant and shallow minded to ever suspect a woman as a pick pocket or informer, she however was exactly that. Unlike most thieves who simply grabbed and ran (F/N) took dignity in her job. She was polite, never taking more than she was paid to, and never once had she not given an efficient warming to the victims, they simply never listened. No, how could a man ever listen to a dirty woman, just simply unheard of, outrageous, a morbid thought, practically blasphemy! (F/N) didn’t mind this however is made her job even easier than it should have been. But one day she mad a few mist
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 Sovereigns5 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
Vanished"Yeah Mom, I'll be home by midnight. I promise... Love you too. Bye." Tina rolled her eyes and stuffed her iPhone back in her bra. She hopped out of her car and hurried up the steps to Amelia Thorberry's house.Vanished1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amy's home was a hive of activity as hoards of teenagers arrived for the party. It was everything Tina had seen on TV. There was even a couple making out next to one of the massive columns, the pair completely oblivious to their surrounding.
The front door was wide open allowing the hundreds of guests stream in and out as they pleased. Tina stepped inside, wondering how long she could stand the music before she went deaf.
"Oh my fucking God Tina this place is filled with people." Amy pushed her way past, over to Tina. "My party exploded when the seniors got here. Once they started tweeting everyone just started fucking flooding in. I was like 'Holy shit T is never gonna believe it!'. I'm so fucking glad you're here girl! Naked selfie contest at midniiight!"
In the Shadow of the ArenaIn the Shadow of the Arena2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jasper knew he was probably being naughty. Judas hadn't exactly been unclear that it was best to avoid the Coliseum till he was older, but he also hadn't said Jasper wasn't allowed to go. This place had fascinated him for weeks now, and more than terrified Jasper, but that was why he wanted to go. He felt the only way to conquer his fear would be to face it. Now he just had to find a way in.
It had taken some searching on his part, but Jasper finally found an entrance that wasn't closed off. It looked like it would take him underground but maybe he could work his way up to the arena somehow.
Leaving the bright sunlight Jasper snuck down into the cool shade of the passages and soon felt he was likely to get lost down here.
It wasn't long before he began to see the cages that lined the wal
Automaton - mirror of the soulPART I: The Awakening [Η Αφύπνιση]Automaton - mirror of the soul1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time in the year 1345, a brotherhood of two grave robbers travelled from Damascus to Constantinople. The brothers were in search of relics and ruins that were left defenceless during the ongoing civil war between Kantakouzenos and Apokaukos. During these turbulent times thieves systematically pillaged the tombs of the Byzantine Empire, for it was widely believed to be on the brink of collapse.
On the outskirts of Constantinople, the grave robbers stumbled across an uncharted burial ground. "This could be the tomb of an Ancient King!", claimed Armenius. "We must unveil its secrets and make its treasure our own". Cyrus, who was unable to speak be
Add To My Memories 2Add To My Memories 21 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
I want to live.
Even if it means I have to feed on the memories of others. Life only means something if there are those who remember you, even if they don’t realise that you’re there all along.
I don’t care what I have to do, because all I want is to live forever. So how many lives must I feed on? Will you add to my memories? Come here, and I’ll listen to them, and keep them safe forever.
So even if you disappear, you’ll still be here, in me, because I’ve listened to your memories. Even if it means I am going to make you a part of me, you’ll be alive, see? And I’ll be alive longer too, because of you. Isn’t it wonderful?
I want to live, and life feeds on the death of others.
If I am a memory, then let me become more, give me yours too. Is it selfish? What isn’t selfish in a world such as this, or any world, really? Will you let me help you? You want to live too, right? So let me listen to your memories, and add to my own. Let
MurderersHe waits.Murderers3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The forest is filled with sounds, and he alone is silent.
They’re after him.
He knows they’re coming when the birds stop singing, and the squirrels stop chattering, and even the brook seems to hush.
His feet falter on the rocks, but he doesn’t notice. He takes to the water; they have dogs, and he must throw off the scent, if he wishes to live.
The forest begins to thin, and he sees the mountains. He knows they mean safety, and freedom, and home. His family waits for him; to join them, he must take the pass through the mountains.
To get to the pass, he must cross the meadow.
He is more than halfway across when he hears the crack, like thunder, like when lightning strikes the trees.
“You get him?”
“Yup. That flea-bitten bastard won’t be bothering the deer now; that’s for sure. We’ll skin him up and sell the hide, b
snow globes and vinyls"It feels like madness," I tried. "Like falling down the stairs, only you're falling up them, further into your own head.snow globes and vinyls1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This madness, it is like a way of seeing, a type of vision - a pair of sunglasses that makes everything buzz, and it feels like you're gasping and yelling to go down at the same time something is stretching you up. Your skin hums and raises itself like the static before a lightning strike. And sometimes I wonder - sometimes silent, sometimes aloud: it really depends who's around - is this what it's like to die?
"Because the world is bottled up in my head, see? And someone keeps shaking it like a snow globe (and I'm afraid one day it will explode and my brain will float around like the synthetic confetti and all I'll ever think, a scratched vinyl chorus: is this what it's like to die?)"
The walls swallow my words and stiffen like the Tuesday psychiatrists.
The Drums of WarThe Drums of WarThe Drums of War5 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
InsanityHe sat alone for the first time in years.Insanity3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her warmth was no longer there beside him... her voice replaced with silence.
Her kind face, however, was always there. Forged in his mind... always smiling... always haunting him...
Blaster put his head down on the table, holding it with his hands, and drew in a shaky, unsteady breath. He had incredibly strong urges to yell and scream her name over and over.
He wished he could forget.
He wished he was someone else.
“Yo, Greenie.” Someone walked up to his table. Sounded like Gabby and his posse.
He didn’t look at them.
“Heard about your master. Not so tough now that the lady aint there to protect you no more huh? You scared now?” Gabby challenged.
Blaster raised his head slowly, still ignoring them. He held his hot, steaming cup of coffee calmly.
Gabby leaned in. “The only reason she picked you was out of pity.” He whispered, “She never loved you... she only advanced you so quickly so that she wou
Battle of The Bands...kinda sorta, not reallyBattle of The Bands...kinda sorta, not really1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
A constant buzz of chatter filled the air as a mass of proxy flooded into the cafeteria. Lunch. Everybody loved it. 30 minutes of absolutely nothing to do but sit down, chow down on some food, and of course talk with friends.
Mad Dog was doing all of the above with the exception of talking with friends. He sat boredly eating a tomato sandwich. He had a Coke he'd yet to open on the table before him. Most of his concentration was on the sandwich, the remainder on the conversations around him. A lot of talk about this battle of the bands thing. Hell, thats all anyone has been talking about for the past week. Even Ren. He kept bugging him to be part of his band or something like that.
MD frowned at the thought and took another bite of his sandwich. Just at that moment, Ren strolled over and sat down at his table. Will followed closely behind.
"Hello Mad Puppy. How ya doing?" MD's frown deepened at the voice. He glanced
A Morning Of Awkward BondingThe morning was cool on Quidel's lungs. Soon the sun would raise higher into the horizon and warm the Havir territory. Summer was here soon, and all the wolves knew it too. The air was unusually hot during the summer and the Havir wolves were built for the cool fall and freezing winter. Summer was rather uncomfortable, and when Quidel was uncomfortable, he got even more grumpy than usual. The dark, nearly black Guardian was snoozing quietly in the Main Camp, resting his tired eyes from a patrol the night before. So much had happened in the last year, but it was nice that everyday was getting easier and easier for him to let her go. It would always be hard, but he didn't feel like he wanted to die anymore at least. Malika, Aphrodi, and Saurugol were his saving grace surprisingly enough. Malika his former betrothal mate at first only caused him to be angry. She was annoying and stoic but over time, the two became pretty good friends, good enough friends that when Quidel was aroundA Morning Of Awkward Bonding3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Broken Ground: A Cubone Story - Chapter 4Broken Ground: A Cubone Story - Chapter 42 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Cubone opened his eyes he saw Moe being carted onto a stretcher and strapped down. Without thinking he dove after the kidnappers, only to be held back, screaming, by Jason and Mr. Steele. In spite of his injuries, he was quite difficult to restrain. After a few seconds, though, he saw and understood what was going on and stopped struggling, looking up with contrition for his instincts.
"Where...?" he managed in a quiet mumble.
"Into surgery, I suspect" Mr. Steele said, releasing Cubone from his not inconsiderable grip. "We believe we understand what is happening and we need to do something about it as soon as we can."
"Do something about... Then you know what it is? You know what's happened!?" Cubone asked, now fully awake and excited.
"Well... we're not 100% sure," Jason amended quickly, still gripping Cubone's arm, yet easing the tension of his clawed grasp slightly. "I mean... I'M not. But I think I know what's going on and if I'm right, we can..."
Their attention was dra