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.Real5 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
Jealousy.Jealousy.2 years 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 Reader2 years 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
Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love~Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love~3 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
Freckles || Marco x Reader (Request)Freckles || Marco x Reader (Request)1 year 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
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.
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)2 years 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
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 Kiss2 years 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
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
Chemical Attractions, Part IWe can learn a lot from salt.Chemical Attractions, Part I4 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,
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 One3 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
Human! Umbreon x Reader x Human! Espeon: Share?When you were younger, you had wandered out into the forest to play by yourself. You accidently ran across a wild pokemon. You, at the time, didn't have any pokemon to defend yourself, so it attacked you! But then, there were two Eevees that came out of nowhere and protected you from it!Human! Umbreon x Reader x Human! Espeon: Share?2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After they defeated the wild pokemon, the two Eevees followed you home. You found it rather strange, but took them home anyway. When you explained to your parents what happened you were allowed to keep them.
Ever since then you kept them. There was no need for starters. They always stayed out of their pokeballs, and if one was sick the other wouldn't leave their side. You knew they were brothers, and you loved them bnoth.
Then they evolved. At the time, one of our Eevees was sick, and you took the other one out for a quick battle with another trainer. He evolved into your Umbreon. The next day, your other Eevee was much better, and he evolved into your Espeon. It was strange that the two were different
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:Beginning We End3 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
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.Nine Times2 years 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
. : I c h i g o : . Kise Ryouta x Reader. : I c h i g o : . Kise Ryouta x Reader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The entire atmosphere dripped of lazy Saturday; which it was, and a lazy Saturday evening at that. The shimmering ocean of lights beyond the window shone in through the window of your apartment from where you sat in the kitchen. You had been reading a magazine, getting ready to go to sleep when a certain blonde had suddenly decided to pop in with a giant basket of fruit with a huge red ribbon on the handle. You’d stood there in your tank top and pajama shorts, stunned while staring at him blankly at your doorstep.
He just gave you a childish grin. “Evening, (name)-cchi! Mind if I come in?”
Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but the words couldn’t even putter out of it. It was rare for Kise to come over, more or less at this time of night. He was almost always busy with either basketball or modeling. And the one night he decides to pay you a visit at eleven thirty PM, he arrives with a bunch of fruit. For a moment you questioned why you were even surprised.
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2p!America X YouI'm absolutely drenched, my hair spiralling arond me with crystalline droplets running off each strand. It's already dark, the long highway beside me completely deserted as thunder rumbles on the horizon. It's a few more miles until I get to my house, and my solitary journey is bleak and uneventful.Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? 2p!America X You3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The roar of something else assualts my ears, and I dart off the side of the road as a large motorbike comes streaking by. It skids, before coming to a halt a few metres away. The lights on it are blinding, rain running off the steamlined body, painted with the American flag. It's covered in a lot of mud, and I see the rider take off his helmet with a swish of his tousuled mahogany hair. I see a wide white smile, the stranger beginning to stroll towards me as if he has all the time in the world.
I scuttle backwards, uncertain.
As the first flash lightening illuminates the young man coming towards me, I hear a wolf howl in the distance.
"Are you afraid of the big bad wolf darlin'?" His voice
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.The Coffee God1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
For Cry[ This is written for Cry aka ChaoticMonki on Youtube, by his request during a multiplayer livestream of hilarious win. I said in chat that I was forgoing writing yaoifics to watch the stream and the rest is history. I could not stop at one... so there are two fics, one that is a bit cliché and has Cry as the uke (aka the submissive one) and then my personal favorite, one in which he is the seme (the dominant one). Russel can be found over thisaway and, like the true gentleman he is, provided the necessary other half for a right good pairing. I hope the following entertains or at least amuses. All typos, destruction of grammar, plot inconsistencies, etc., are entirely my fault. Use only as directed. Member FDIC. ]For Cry4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Story The First: Hangover Cure
Cry woke to the smell of alcohol, both lingering on warm breath at his ear as well as growing stale on air brightening with morning light. The twent
Monogamous Yu-Gi-Oh Ship ListThis is an ongoing project that is open to contributions.Monogamous Yu-Gi-Oh Ship List4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Please read the description before critiquing or asking questions.
Generally Accepted Shipnames
Admireshipping - Kotsuzaka x Mokuba
Adoptshipping - Gozaburo x Seto
Adviseshipping - Priestess Aishizu x Mana
Agileshipping - Anzu x Vivian
Airshipping - Thief King Bakura x Priest Shaada
Akinshipping - Sugoroku x Ryouta
Anagramshipping - Priest Karim x Marik
Angelshipping - Rafael x Ryou
Angstshipping - Marik x Ryou
Anruishipping - Shaadi x Yuugi
Antagoshipping - Yami Bakura x Seto
Supreme Antagoshipping - S0 Kaiba x Yami Bakura
Apparishipping - Roba x Kotsuzaka
Apprenticeshipping - Mahaado x Mana
Aptshipping - Hiroto x Isis
Aquaintanceshipping - Hiroto x Roba
Ardentshipping - Hiroto x Shizuka
Argenshipping - Pegasus x Ryou
Arrogantshipping - Seto x Mai
Artichokeshipping - Yami M
Are You Afraid? : Levi/Rivalle Heichou x ReaderThe dining hall had quieted down considerably. Many of the soldiers that had finished their meals had already left and the few of you that had lost track of time were huddled together at a table—mugs filled with tea that had gone cold, ignored by the distraction of conversation.Are You Afraid? : Levi/Rivalle Heichou x Reader2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You subconsciously shivered as Connie Springer continued his tale of “horror”. It was one of those few, rare, and in-between moments where everyone was able to relax a bit.
There was a dark and orange glow that had settled over the dining hall and the eerie lighting created shadows over everyone’s faces. Sasha who was seated beside you let out a small whimper.
“…and they say that every night—if you’re out wandering the halls past midnight, you’ll hear footsteps and the tortured howls of those poor souls.” Connie grinned at the group of stunned soldiers who stared back at him in terror.
Jean and Eren seemed to roll their eyes simultaneously, Mikas
Waking UpWaking Up4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your peaceful, pleasant sleep is cut short as your world turns from a secluded black to a blinding pink. Dazed and still half asleep, you blink open your eyes and are greeted with a ray of sunshine that has found the single hole in your blinds.
It always finds that hole
With a grunt you try to roll to the side but find your left arm pinned. Blearily, you try to move your arm, but all feeling stops past the elbow.
You turn your head, confused at the loss of feeling in your hand. The world is still out of focus, but after a few blinks you discover the cause.
His brown-blond head lay nestled in the crook of your arm. His soft but steady breathing can be felt on your shoulder. You smile to yourself as you admire the golden highlights the sun casts on his hair. His nose rubs gently against your skin with the rise and fall of his breathing.
With a stifled
AppassionataClaire does not find him at his funeral.Appassionata4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dean's body lies in an open casket, face-up with soft wrinkles and loose muscles. There is nothing of her husband in this corpse. He was rough and jagged. It seems wrong to see his edges smoothed down.
She hovers over his body and feigns sorrow. She hears family and friends weep and whisper comfort into each others' ears behind her. They offer their words and shoulders to her and she nods politely and pretends to cry.
All the while, she traces the ring on her finger and does not flinch when the diamond cuts into skin.
Claire looks for her husband. It is exhausting, but she has time.
In the rooms of their house, she does not find him. Instead she finds the ghost of him, his scent lingering in the cracks and crevices of the floorboards. Two weeks after the death of his body, her husband still has not returned.
His disappearance cuts into her now, making her grief raw and causing a tightness in her chest. There is a pressure on her lungs, as if her
Interventions are MagicInterventions are Magic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Interventions are Magic starring Twilight Sparkle and the rest of the cast of Friendship is Magic
"C'mon Twilight! Everypony's waiting for you at Sugar Cube Corner!" Spike had had to half-drag Twilight from the library, where she had spent the evening reading and drinking mostly drinking. He'd found her curled up on the couch nursing a bottle of vanilla-lemon vodka, the floor a pile of crumpled books and empty bottles, and she'd resisted every effort of his to get her to come with him. He'd tried to pull her by her tail at first, and when that hadn't worked he'd pushed on her rump as she dug her hooves in stubbornly, but now she had finally given up and was walking alongside him, swaying as she went.
"At what where? Sugar Cube Corner?" she slurred. After half a bottle of vodka, Twilight was three sheets to the wind, and she found it difficult to put one hoof in front of the other. In fact, they threatened to tangle up underneath her at any moment, and she was glad o