Cinnamon Souls"You're mixing water in your coke again."Cinnamon Souls3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You do that when you worry."
"I'm always worried."
"No, you're usually cinnamon-in-your-tea worried. This is water-in-coke worried and that is seriously beginning to freak me out."
"What are you worried about?"
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"Well...do you ever wonder about the kind of guy you're waiting for?"
"I think we all wonder about that guy, love."
"I've been thinking about him more often than not lately. What he would be like, I mean."
"Oh. Well...if it helps any, I know what mine would be like."
"Sure. He will be tall, so I have to stand on my toes to kiss him. He will be kind so I can tell him anything without fearing him judging me. He will be strong so he can carry me when I fall."
"Wow. Sounds like you have this figured out. I guess we all have some idea about what our soulmate should be like."
"You know what yours will be like then?"
"No, I'm talking to the li
RealWhen they met it was on accident.Real4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up after the first ring she tells him that she called the wrong number, apologizes, and hangs up.
Later, she recognizes the fact that he probably knew it was her calling, and finds herself unexpecte
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."Complicated3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"Can you say that again?"
"I said, you aren't sick!"
"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."
"You're a hypochondriac."
"What?! Listen you-"
"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."
"So. What did the doctor say?"
"That it's complicated."
"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."
"You sound skeptical."
"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."
"And about how your heart races and your hands shake."
"And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate."
"Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you."
"Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Tell me something. Have you noticed
Jealousy.Jealousy.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A boy was talking to [Name]. Specifically, Haruka. Since when had the two got together and talked? No, he didn't remember such thing happening. He couldn't even imagine the two of them being together in a relationship!
Rin didn't like the idea one bit. Nope. Not at all.
As he continued to stare intently at the two of them, he only started to even get more angrier. Frustrated? Maybe.
The red-head saw as [Name] laughed with Haruka, bursting her cute giggles that he oh-so loved so much.
As Haruka was about to touch his girlfriend's hands, he knew he had to do something. No one touches his [Name]. And if someone would obey; oh, they would clearly have to face the depths of hell.
Letting out an irritated sigh, he approached to Haruka and [Name]. Hearing the rather loud footsteps, they turned and looked over to see a very.. angry Rin right at them.
“R-Rin?” She stammered out. But there was no time when Rin had quickly grabbed her hands away from Haruka's as they complete w
Flirts Have Feelings Too- Jean Kirschtein x ReaderFlirts Have Feelings Too- Jean Kirschtein x Reader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You clenched your teeth in disgust.
Feet away from your current position on the field, a cadet with long, red hair giggled at a pickup line from none other than the Jean Kirschtein. He had his hands on his hips in a pretentious manner and displayed a smile that made the girl he was talking to giggle again.
God. Did he ever stop flirting? At least twice a day you would catch him trying to seem strong or act suave in front of other girls and frankly, it pissed you off beyond belief.
You were raised believing in honor and integrity. Bedtime stories of heroes off to save the day and watching the Recon Corps march to battle led you to become an outstanding young lady with respect for others. It was no surprise to your family when you readily announced that you'd be enlisting in the Trainees Corps on your twelfth birthday.
"Oi, (Name), we're just about done here, time for class." Your sparring partner lifted themselves off the ground and dusted off the dirt that had gathered on
France x Joan of Arc - MemoireFrance x Joan of Arc - Memoire4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I fight for you, and yet, I know not of your name. Pray tell, will I ever be given the chance to have the honor of learning what it would happen to be?"
Joan smiled softly, her shoulders hunching slightly as she eyed the taller blond that stood before her. Cerulean upon cerulean locked for a long moment, her softer shade contrasting greatly with the surprised, nearly wide-eyed look the ageless male shot towards her. "I take it that I'm still not worthy of such...?"
When his eyes flickered from her's, the blooming pangs of regret began to ebb at her stomach. Perhaps it was too much to ask for after all, she was nothing more than a lowly servant working under this man. This man, whom God had asked her to fight for, to serve without question, and to protect to her very last breath
The last thing she wanted was to upset him. Surely, doing so would displease her Lord.
"You already know of my name," he answered, unable to meet her gaze again. "France. Onc
Breakup SpeechIt's not you, it's me. I know it's the oldest excuse in the book, but hey, when it works, it works. Did you really see this lasting longer than a couple months? When does anything last longer than a couple months with me? I hope we can still be friends.Breakup Speech2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yeah, 'cause everyone wants to be friends with the ex-lover. Like it ever works.
You know me. You know the type of person that I am. I've never been able to settle down. My heart wanders like a nomad. It seeks shelter where it's offered but only stays long enough to get warm. Attachment isn't an option for me. My mind is too warped. It's too dark to ever let someone in. Truly let someone in.
No, fuck! That's all wrong. It's too personal. Too emotional. Let me try again.
I don't want to do this, but I'm only going to hurt you if I don't. And that's the last thing I want to do. So I'm ending this before it goes too far. I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again.
Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love~Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love~2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love
You sat on the olive-colored couch, sipping coke while watching the madness unfold before you. Arthur was unconscious on the floor, muttering about Alfred still needing him. And a very drunk Mathias went to find an unsuspecting Lukas, but didn't make it past the comatose Brit. And finally, Gilbert and Ludwig were still downing drinks at the homemade bar.
You still weren't quite sure how you ended up in Arthur's house in the first place, but then you remembered. Well, everyone had already made plans and they knew you were going to be home alone this weekend, so they had invited you to their little get-together. Although, you suspected their ulterior motive was to make you their personal designated driver. This irked you a little, but you let it go whenever you thought of how you were keeping them from getting into an accident.
Gilbert finally dropped ten minutes later. Ludwig tried to shake his brother awake, but the albino was out cold. He
The First KissIt wasn't even past eight when she ran into her room. She didn't bother and change her clothes as she simply slid under the covers. She cocooned herself in her bed hurriedly, unable to hold back the smile that crept up her face. She knew that she had acquired a new set of dreams this evening. Dreams that will be haunting her for a very long time.The First Kiss1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She'd banished every other memory on her way home. This one dream was so majestic it seemed unfit to share anything with it. She feared a picture of her precious moment would seep through the smile she couldn't hide and someone would catch it and drag her back into the dull silent world.
It was a kiss that lasted seconds, but in her head it was a cinematic that went on for hours. Her heart pounded so viciously to the point she thought the sound alone could fill the entire world around her. She recalled her kiss, a blush creeping on her cheeks.
She closed her eyes tightly as she stirred in bed. Maybe her dream will go on
Why I Hate Romantic Comedies1.Why I Hate Romantic Comedies1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one. (And they never mention what happens after the stars fade into morning and the other falls into oblivion)
Because they say that people fall in love when the time is right, they are true to each other and are ready to be together. (But no one ever mentions how she is so damaged she can barely think, and he is so cynical that he may never be ready.)
Because they insist that your soulmate is going to be a good, kind, caring human being who will love you from the bottom of their hearts. (This is due to the fact that even if there is someone for everyone, bad people are immune to the soulmate theory.)
Because they always have a happy ending (And real life begins after the sun has set and she has realized that he may not be everything she hoped for and he begins to have second thoughts about commitment.)
Because everything is assured in i
RQ: A Little Too Worried (Eren x Pregnant!Reader)Eren often worried about leaving you home alone, although you insisted. It wasn't long before the baby was due, four weeks to be exact, so it was a challenge for him to wake up every morning and kiss you goodbye.RQ: A Little Too Worried (Eren x Pregnant!Reader)1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Okay, I'm leaving now," He took one step over the threshold before turning to face you, "Are you sure you're okay by yourself?"
"Yes, Eren, I'm fine."
"Alright, I'll see you later," The door was ready to shut when he decided to peek inside, "You sure? You're okay? I could call in and ask for the day off."
"No, Eren, I'm okay!" You couldn't help but laugh, "Now go, you're gonna be late!"
"Okay, okay. Love you!"
The door shut behind him, however, you could still feel his presence, like he never left. You kept your eyes on the door, anticipating him to peer inside and check up on you. You alternated from the door to the clock, door to clock, to time how long it would be before the door opened yet again....
The door shot open, Eren stolling inside, "Honey, I think I'l
Freckles || Marco x Reader (Request)Freckles || Marco x Reader (Request)9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Marco," You giggled, "Stop moving!"
How you got into the current situation with the freckled boy was unknown, but you didn't really care. Right now, you were wrapped up in your boyfriend's warm arms and peering into his face.
"fifteen… sixteen… seventeen… wait, didn't I count that one?"
Marco let out a small puff of air, and closed his eyes. "C'mon, (y/n), you've been at this for the past half an hour!"
"Give me a few more minutes, I'm almost done, I promise."
"Fine," Marco sighed. Why he agreed to letting you count his freckles in the fist place, he'll never know. "But... do you have to be so close to my face? It makes me feel… self conscious..." He mumbled, a red tinge apparent on his face.
"Marco, you're perfect. There's no need to be so self conscious! Besides, I can't count them – let alone see them – if I'm far away. " You retorted. "Now, hold still."
And he did.
At least, he tried to. He couldn't help it. You were inches away from
Chemical Attractions, Part IWe can learn a lot from salt.Chemical Attractions, Part I3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a forgotten movie, set to some perky but meaningless tune of the early Nineties.
It's only much later, once caught in the throes and tedium of a borderline-abusive relationship, that Sodium begins to understand the true nature of an ionic bond, begins to search and grope in vain for those lost luminous stars that Chlorine stole back in the early days,
America x Reader - ProposalIt was your birthday. Nothing particularly special was happening. Your boyfriend, Alfred, had told you he'd organized a small get-together with a few close friends to celebrate. He'd told you to dress nice and meet him at a hall he'd reserved for the occasion. You should have known better than to believe that it was just a 'small get-together.' It was the hero who planned it, after all.America x Reader - Proposal3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You ran across the parking lot, the hem of your dress flapping slightly in the gentle breeze. The dress was light green, with a large pink bow tied around the waist. It had spaghetti straps and flared out a bit at the waist, ending a few inches below your knees.
The sky was clear blue above you, the sun making its descent towards the western horizon as the day drew nearer to a close. You glanced up and smiled at the beauty of the day before pulling open the front doors of the building where your party was being held.
Your jaw dropped. Practically every single one of yours and Alfred's friends and acquai
7 days of affection. Norway x Reader7 days of affection. Norway x Reader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i. - monday
[Name] was never the type of person to wake up. She always wanted to sleep, wanting to rest and let her dreams roam. She didn't really want to get up early in the morning and go to work. [Name] liked it when she was sleeping. Especially with Lukas next to her, and she would cuddle with him, and she would immediately snort herself to bed.
ii. - tuesday
There was so many different types of kisses.. French kiss, forehead kiss, underwater kiss.. Too many of them to try out. And admittedly, Lukas found them quite exciting. He would always wanted to try them out with [Name], though never had the courage to do so. However, things have changed during that one Tuesday evening.
In which [Name] was about to go to bed, Lukas grabbed her and pressed his lips against hers. Yes, kisses were truly exciting. And he couldn't wait to try out more with her.
iii. - wednesday
It was cold. Far too cold, I should say. Especially
About a girl. || Romano x Reader.About a girl. || Romano x Reader.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had pretty [e/c] eyes that shimmered brighter than the stars in the night sky. Her [h/c] was beautiful - soft as a feather and felt like silk. Her beaming smile was dazzling; and her voice sounded even more heavenly than the singing angels.
Her gentle calming voice had made his heart flutter - like butterflies. The Italian turned his head towards [Name], her wonderful face in front of him. Her soft lips pressed on to his, as he only kissed back. After all, it was rude to decline a kiss, no? Especially from your beloved.
"Your lips are soft,"
Romano said, murmuring against her lips. [Name] let out a soft chuckle. "Yours are too," she complied.
She was so perfect.
Honey brown eyes stared into [e/c] ones. He smiled, kissing her lips once again.
Oh how [Name] loved her beloved Romano's smiles. They were sweet - and how it would always put a light in her.
Her fingers were intertwined with his. Not that Romano mind. No, not all. In fact, he loved it. Her gentle hands wit
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:Beginning We End2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in sloppy medical scrawl, because he sure as hell can't recall half or more of the conversation he just had. All that's left are words like, "terminal" and "life-expectancy" and "5-10 years". He kicks viciously at the curb, wonders how the world can be ending on a day when the sky is blue and the clouds are full and the air is sweet.
The sun plants taun
Tony X Reader-Chapter One"No! That's it, Tony, I quit! I don't ever want to see you again!" Pepper screamed, gripping her head in her hands.Tony X Reader-Chapter One2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pepper, come on, please " Tony said, quietly and sadly.
"No! Forget it! Goodbye, Tony!"
With that, she stormed out, heels clicking against the sleek black floors of Stark Tower. Tony ran a hand through his brown-black hair and let out a heavy sigh. His eyes stung, but he refused to let tears overcome him. He slammed the last of his scotch and set the glass down bitterly. The next thing he knew, he was in a handsome black suit with a red shirt and tie and was headed to his Audi.
"Well, Jarvis, time to do what I always do when I'm low," Tony muttered in his usual flat voice.
"Drink too much and sleep with some woman that you'll never see again?" Jarvis replied.
"Bingo. Don't wait up."
The next day
The sunlight blinded Tony as he woke up. His head throbbe
RQ: A Heartfelt Apology (Professor!Erwin x Reader)Work had consumed each and every aspect of not only his life, but yours as well. By the time your alarm clock marked the start of a new day, he was long gone, most likely finishing his first morning lecture. In the past, when work wasn't so much a bother, he would leave sticky notes on the bedroom door, expressing how much he cared for you in a few short words. But as the year progressed, so did the immense workload, which caused tension between the two of you. He no longer left notes, and instead of eating dinner together, you were left alone at the table tending to stacks of paper as he did the same in his office. Little to no words were exchanged, and if there were, it was with reluctance and a hint of irritation.RQ: A Heartfelt Apology (Professor!Erwin x Reader)1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were times, after he had fallen asleep beside you, that you wondered if he ever felt as you did; hating this fissure in your marriage and wanting the love and adoration you showered each other in before. You loved him, with all your heart, there was no doubt ab
Loki X Reader-Chapter OneYou were headed home from a gig when you saw him. Your intuition was seldom wrong about people like him; you knew he was going to be incredibly important to you, as well as incredibly dangerous. You couldn't take your eyes away from his. Those green orbs were pulling you in like a tractor beam. You passed under a streetlight, and he did the same on the opposite sidewalk. The orange light shone perfectly in his slick black hair. You walked a little faster once you could pull your gaze away from him and onto the sidewalk. You could still feel his eyes boring into the side of your head.Loki X Reader-Chapter One2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You bumped into someone, a man. You saw what had been on his mind for weeks now: his wife left him for his best friend. You felt the hopelessness he had felt when he read the note she had left him. You shook your head quickly, hoping to shake away the emotional transfer you had just received.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.Nine Times1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
Prom Night (Aomine Daiki x Reader)Aomine decided to deal with his anger through shooting hoops at the courts down the street. It was well into the evening, and all Aomine could think about was how much of a blast she was having.Prom Night (Aomine Daiki x Reader)11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, the one and only former ace of the Generation of Miracles was jealous over the fact that the girl he fancied went to prom with another man.
Aomine bit his lip. His ego, along with his heart, was hurt. For a second, he wanted to laugh at himself because the mere thought of mourning over her seemed stupid. But then he reminded himself that it was a lot like a competition - he was in a one-on-one battle with some other guy he barely knew, and, unfortunately, after duking it out for so long, he lost.
Aomine could imagine the scoreboard in his head: 101-100
He lost in the last second of the game. He had taken the competition too seriously (like he always did) and shared his two cents about the Other Guy (Aomine didn’t even know his name!) with her. This then snowballed into a
America x Reader - Thief of HeartsSighing, you walked down the corridors of your school, empty-handed save for a binder and pencil case. It was the day before Valentine's Day and all of the girls at your school were having a competition of sorts. It was a kind of game in which every boy received a paper heart that he was required to write his name on, and the first girl he talked to (out of the classroom) that day would be the girl he gave it to. At the end of the day, the girl with the most hearts would win God-knows-what. And tomorrow it would be the boys' turn to play.America x Reader - Thief of Hearts3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Unfortunately, you hadn't managed to collect a single heart so far. In all honesty, you were hoping to get it from someone you had really liked for a long time. But Alfred Jones was the quarterback of the school's football team, and so ridiculously popular among the ladies that he probably had girls fighting over his heart and tearing it to shreds at that very moment. You just wished he'd pay attention to you once. Every time he was around you he'd be