Misha Collins + Reader - Looking EastYou quietly hummed to yourself as you wondered down the shop, searching for your favorite oven-ready meal.Misha Collins + Reader - Looking East5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
In your basket were already set three different flavored, tasty Ben&Jerry’s ice tubes, two bars of chocolate and some cereals.
You were currently awaiting response to several auditions, but needed some food.
You thought about the audition for ‘The Tomorrow People’; It would be nice to work with Mark again, but you had doubt if they really liked you. The crew seemed nice, and the actors as well, even they were all a bit younger than you.
You turned to head for the fruits, when a familiar blonde boy approached you. His small, bare feet made a small patch patch patch -sound on the floor.
You crouched down to his level, and smiled.
“Hey, West!” A smile beamed on the little boy’s face, and he spread his arms.
“Ello, (f/n)!” he said, giggling. You ruffled his hair, and then looked down the market, searching for his father.
From Awkward to RomanticA Bakura x Luna FicFrom Awkward to Romantic3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was late in the evening and Bakura, an albino cat and one of the newest members of the Luno team, was in the shower, humming a few songs from Yu-Gi-Oh. But as he was enjoying the semi-warmth of the shower, he heard the bathroom door open. His eyes shot open as he let out a little gasp.
A hot-pink cloud of blush tinted Bakura's face. Why in the world would Luna walk in on Bakura while he was showering? At first, he hoped Luna wasn't getting "Naughty". But then he thought, "No, Luna would never be like that!"
"B-Bakky?" Luna stuttered shyly, also blushing, "Shade's hogging the other shower again. (...Douche.) So... Um... I just thought... Y'know, since we're boyfriend and girlfriend..."
"Y-You... You wanna..." Bakura's blush brightened as he finished his sentence, "You wanna... S-Shower together?"
By now, both of them were blushing so red, their faces looked like maraschino ch
FailureNight came to be all too quickly. The day vanished like someone erasing a mistake on a drawing. Stars glowed brightly, animals slept soundly and owls cooed quietly. At the very edge of a massive town stood apartments. Apartments for people with little money. The least attractive thing in the beautiful place. Being caught coming out of them was like being shot. Painful. But, if you were poor, they would do. The apartments were a horrible, monotonous grey. The rooms were tiny, not worth the money you had to pay for them.Failure4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
For fifteen year old Shizuka, it was just 'meh'. That was the word he often chose to describe his life. His room consisted of a small, single bed, a slender desk and chair. His clothes were in a box, underneath his bed. His mother divorced his father when he turned fourteen. He often thought about what his mother dragged him away from. A bunch of friends, riches such as a high quantity of expensive clothes, money, video games, space in your bedroom, which he bitter
Tonight is one of Those NightsTonight is one of those nights: Lying in bed, kept awake by my odd insomnia that began when I was only a few weeks pregnant. During this time, I use it very carefully to reflect on my life from now and bonding with my baby who I so long to meet and hold. I turn over a bit to see my sleeping husband, overly exhausted from overworking himself. He’s deep in REM sleep but I’m sure he’d be wide awake if I even whispered his name. I looked down at our child and just realized how everything was falling into place. I traced my fingers up and down as our child moved and squirmed, finding “comfortable” an extremely hard state to achieve.Tonight is one of Those Nights5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“God, please give me a son,” I began to pray out loud yet softly as I turned over to the window, “I want to make my husband proud… I want to make my uncle proud. I know I shouldn’t be selfish, especially after Gus and I worked so hard to get pregnant… I just want to make him happy…”
DenmarkxReader- ''I'm Pregnant...''"[Y/N]!" Your Danish boyfriend, Matthias, called from another room, the kitchen. "Come through here a sec!"DenmarkxReader- ''I'm Pregnant...''6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sighed, irritably. "Fine!" You called back, leaving your comfy space on the couch to go see what he wanted. "This better be good..." You mumbled to yourself. You walked into the kitchen, where Matthias stood with, unsurprisingly, a beer in his hand. Another Nordic, Lukas, was sitting in the room and, unsurprisingly again, was drinking coffee. "You called?"
"[Y/N], have you ever had a drink of beer?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. When you nodded, he grinned. "Then why don't you have some?"
"No." You said, almost immediately. "Not happening."
Matthias laughed. "Come on, [Y/N], just have a drink!"
"No!" You said. "Now drop it."
"Not until you have some." He challenged. "Are you sure you don't want any?"
"Positive." You said, turning and walking out of the door. "Let me know when you drop the subject."
"Damn it!" Matthias muttered. "I was sure she would..
Turn of EventsLeaping off the back of the green suede armchair that she hated, Nina finally got her hands around the offending bird she'd been chasing around the house for the last hour. "I swear," she shook a finger at the yellow bird after getting it firmly in the grasp of her right hand, "when you die, I'll kill him if he gets another one of you!" Walking into the kitchen, she quickly tossed the bird into it's brass cage and locked the door. She added a glare over her shoulder as she left the room for good measure.Turn of Events1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mooooooom! Hurry up! I need your help with my hair and Spence will be here in less than a half hour!"
Nina shook her head as she took the stairs in twos to get to her complaining teenager upstairs. "Do you think I wanted to chase that damn bird around the house for the last half hour? I think your uncle has it trained to escape its cage."
"Uncle Scott doesn't have Princess Peninsula trained. He says she just needs so
When Paths CrossWhen Paths Cross2 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sophie - 11
“Ok, so Nine hundred thirty nine divided by six. First you would…um. This is a lot harder I thought it would be.” Sophie moaned as she slammed the unfinished mathematics worksheet onto the kitchen table. She hated math with a passion. It was just so frustrating. Give her history, writing, even geography and she knew exactly what to do. Math however, not so much.
She didn’t understand how her purple clad uncle could keep all those numbers straight. Wait, that‘s it. Maybe he could help her. With that, the small female turtle jumped from the chair with her paper and pencil to find her uncle. “Uncle Don?” She called as she entered the lab. “Are you in here?” Then, she saw it.
Her dad told her Donnie had been working on something big, but this was outstanding. At first glance, it seemed to be an ordinary telephone booth, but Sophie knew better. First of all, it was wrapped with caution tape. The tall green booth, in an
Learned from the BestPart ILearned from the Best5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The world was a wide and fascinating place with lots of places to explore and little Legolas Greenleaf was an ever-curious elf. Having recently found his legs and taken his first steps, the little elfling could now be found joyfully scampering through his father’s halls on a daily basis. He loved exploring the beautiful caverns and especially enjoyed meeting and speaking with his father’s elves. Elvenking Thranduil and his people adored the little prince, and as times were peaceful, Legolas was almost never met with any resistance and was allowed to roam as he pleased, at least on palace grounds, and he was always welcomed into the lives of the elves as they went about their daily business, often taking the time to show and explain to him what they were doing. Out of everything, Legolas particularly enjoyed visiting the kitchens as the sights and smells were always wonderful and the cooks would often give him a snack and a chat.
Such it was o
princesa sirenaPRINCESA SIRENAprincesa sirena6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nuestra historia cerca de la playa de una cuidad muy hermosa caia una tormenta que amenazaba con destruir con todo lo que se encontrara en su paso pero en otro lugar para ser exactos en el fondo del mar se encontraba un castilla naranja y blanco resplandecia iluminando el agua
¿?-princesa pienselo mejor-dijo esta mientras seguia con otras 2 a una chica 15 de años pelirroja con el cabello hasta las caderas ojos azules y 3 pecas en cada mejilla 2 pulserassu aleta color naranja al y su pinguino
princesa-ustedes me corrieron no se acuerdan7-7-cruzandose de brazos
princesa-ademas porque no ahorita-siguiendo cruzada de brazos mientras hacia un puchero
¿?- marie es que hay tormenta en la tierra y todavia es tempran....-ls tre empezaron a buscar a marie con la mirada y nada menos que al pinguino
pinguino-creo que quel viaje comenzo-señalando hacia arriba
marie-adios sid nila y sali las quiero-dijo mientras se ale
AfscheidIn mijn eentje loop ik wat vooruit terwijl we door het pretpark heen gaan. Opa en mama volgen op een gestaag tempo en laten mij leiden terwijl ik om de zoveel tijd opeens een zijpaadje insla. Sam en Adam dartelen om ons heen als twee ongecontroleerde projectielen, maar ze blijven in de buurt en dus laten we ze maar begaan. We zijn ten slotte in een pretpark.Afscheid1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
De hele dag lang kruipt zo voort en we genieten van het mooie weer en de dingen om ons heen. Als we om iets voor vijven uit de bioscoop een grote speelhal inlopen zijn de jongens nog steeds hyper en opnieuw rennen ze alle kanten op.
Terwijl mijn moeder op een stoel gaat zitten en ze gade slaat loop ik een eindje door om de rest van de hal te bekijken. Wanneer ik me weer omdraai zie ik dat m’n Opa naar een tafelvoetbaltafel is gewandeld en aan de zijkant staat te wachten.
De jongens hebben echter geen geduld meer voor het ouderwetse tafelvoetbal en zijn ondertussen doorgerend naar de air hockey. Blijkbaar beseft Opa dat hij zi
SasuSaku: Reuion Part 7SasuSaku: Reuion Part 71 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sakura closed the door behind her and locked it up. She turned around as she began to walk as she had planned on doing so. She pulled her hoodie closer to her as she felt the wind keep up a little bit. She could never keep her body heat since she was a small frame woman. Sakura looked up at the night sky, a smile spread across her face as she watched the stars and the moon shine so bright.
‘I know a perfect place to clear my mind and watch the night sky.’ She thought to herself.
Sakura closed her eyes and disappeared with the wind. After a second, she reached at the place that will calm her. The cherry blossom walked on the dirty path as her boots tap against the red wood. She walked up the bridge, until she was in the middle. She ran her fingertips gently over the railing of the bridge.
“I don’t know why… this place is so calm to me… I mean all the memoires all four of us made here…
OUR story..Sometimes in life we go through certain problems that can mark our lives for ever.....OUR story..1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
A memory that wont be forgotten...
When I was 12, i was surfing the internet looking for a website to meet new people and make friends that would not judge me for my ways.
So I bump into this website where you could write music and talk to other members even join clubs and create fun lyrics or instrumental music.
When I started submitting my work there, many people liked it and thought that the lyrics were deep and had a lot of emotions and small secrets of who I was. I later on joined this group called H.E.M.F.L (Hidden Emo Musicians For Life). There I met this guy who's work was very similar to mine, his name was Ross. Him and i became the Best of Friends. One late night him and I started talking and composing a musical piece together. One that described our life, how we felt, our friendship, and that would make us friends for l
Children for TreesSeptember 27th, 1996, 5:32:68 // Conan's IslandChildren for Trees3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Autumn red leaves brushed against the sky, a poignant contrast to the creamy gray-blue of the cloud dusked evening. The maple tree's sap slowed and stilled, becoming sleepy as it felt the changes in the land as it drew near to wintertime. Roots curled comfortably underground, a sure anchor that plunged deeper and wider than the branches that spread to the ceiling of the world. They had kept the tree alive through storm and drought, keeping its leaves green and healthy when all other trees withered from lack of water and strength.
Soft fingers hunting for the next branch, foot seeking for the next leverage to carry her small weight further up, she barely shook the branches as she climbed higher. Shoving her rich dark hair out of her face, Rene gazed solemnly at the ground before turning her face back up to the sky, comparing her current distance with how far she still had to go.
Laying her head
Why? I sob into my hands. How could I let this happen to her? He is hurting her! Why? Wasn't he supposed to love her? I look over across the isle. She is sitting alone. I can't handle this, I have to say something. I stand up and block the isle. She looks up at me as if I have offended her.Why?5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If I ever hear from anyone ever again, that he has harmed you, I will say something." I say. She rolls her eyes.
"You'll never understand." she says. I sit back down in my previous seat. Angry students walk to their seats, cursing at me. The bus starts to move and takes us all back home.
[The next day.]
I scan the halls for his face. When I find him, He will be sorry. All I see are blank, emotionless faces. People I don't know, people I couldn't c
Frozen - Guard Dog Elsa woke up before everyone else, which was fine because if anyone had woke up before her some people would think something had happened to the queen. When she had walked out her door she heard muttering and crashing from her sister’s room. Elsa quietly walked over and raised her ear to the door, swiping her white hair behind her ear. “And I just wish she had wanted to build a snowman, but she didn’t and she ignored me and-“ She heard a high muffled voice behind the door, unmistakably her sister, Anna. “Princess, I do believe Queen Elsa had a reason for doing that, she wouldn’t do it on purpose, your sister loves and adores you very much,” A deeper muffled voice came from behind the door, wait; what was Kai, a male butler, doing in her room? Elsa shook her head ‘It’s probably nothing,’ Elsa laughed nervously to herself, a nFrozen - Guard Dog6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
L'operation Yellow Putsch part 2Chapitre 4: Yellow Putsch 2.0L'operation Yellow Putsch part 215 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Le samedi matin qui suivit, c'est comme d'habitude avec ma couche mouillée que je quittais ma chambre. La stratégie d'Abbygail m'avait imposé de remettre l'émetteur en place comme si de rien n'était, du coup ma situation était restée inchangée depuis ce fameux soir, j'étais toujours un pisse au lit involontaire. Et sur le plan de la vie sociale, puisque nous étions visiblement surveillés, nous fîmes en sorte de ne plus jamais nous embrasser en public, gardant nos moments plus intimes que dans les lieux où personne ne pourrait nous voir.
Mais ce samedi matin allait marquer un tournant majeur, un tournant que mon père n’oublierait pas de sitôt. Depuis le jour de mon seizième anniversaire, le samedi matin était exclusivement réservé aux exercices de tir, et chaque semaine mon père me faisait découvrir une nouve
The Making of Alice (TPP Bill/Alice relation)Hoenn Champion Camila A. Slash. AKA, A. I knew that I wanted you when I saw your smile, after you became champion, but you’re in a completely different region. I couldn’t afford to visit you.The Making of Alice (TPP Bill/Alice relation)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
To seduce you.
I tried to make the time and money, but I know that I wouldn’t be able to touch the champion.
And then something happened…
This intimidating man came up to me with this idea to “clone the rarest Pokemon, to make the strongest Pokemon of them all.”
He wanted a breathing weapon.
I quickly refused, and he gave me this “offer I can’t refuse” shtick. He offered me money, and then he said that he would force me if he had to, and then kill me when the goal has been done.
I was basically facing death.
"So? Will you accept my offer, or will I have to take you by force."
I didn’t really have a choice.
"Well, I…" It hit me then. This man wanted to clone something he can’t have the original of for his own selfish r
Tomorrow will be differentThe waving leaves of the many scattered oak trees greeted him for the 2773rd time since his retirement. Clouds dimmed the light of the late summer’s sun. When he had rightfully earned his freedom after the daily grind that had been his job for more than 40 years, there hadn’t been a single day where he didn’t visit the small park two blocks away from his once cosy family home. He would get up in the morning around 8 to slip on the heavy blue bathrobe that had two small holes in its left sleeve where burning cigarette butts had accidentally met with the fabric, and he would bury his feet in his favourite beige slippers where his toes stuck out – this was not intentionally designed that way, but time could sculpt the most surprisingly comfortable designs. Downstairs, he would kiss his grey-haired wife on the cheek while she cooked them breakfast: bacon and eggs on toast that had been in the toaster for just half a minute too long. He would complain about the burntTomorrow will be different2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
ScarsIt soothes me to count the scars on my wrist – to feel each smooth line that captures the pain. I name them according to their origin – Tyler, Lisa, Raphael, and Marge. I go down them like a checklist, ticking off every one.Scars3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tyler – the boy who couldn’t love me. It’s fainter than the others, due to its age and my inexperience. It is from freshman year, when what I thought was true love turned out to be one-sided infatuation. Tyler was kind – he told me honestly and gently that he just didn’t feel that way for me. He didn’t lead me on. He didn’t string me along. His scar marks my stupidity more than my pain, and now stands as a cornerstone for when I reflect on all my past mistakes.
Lisa – the girl who couldn’t stay. It’s straighter than the first, since it was deliberate, a reminder so that I’d never forget. I wouldn’t have anyway. We’d been best friends from the start – bosom-buddies, as my
Hair Today, Redeemed TomorrowSometimes, we must ask for forgiveness. And for some, it takes a LOT of forgiveness to occur. And for one former hair-obsessed girl, she’s about to meet up with that lesson head on…Hair Today, Redeemed Tomorrow5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a really wild storm, with rain coming down in sheets, and the wind blowing really hard. The wind was so hard, it was rolling around some fruit that came from a tree.
“Come back! Please, come back!” Yelled out a voice chasing after the fruit. The voice belonged to a female, wearing a torn red sweater, a black skirt that was torn and dirty, and she was barefoot as well. She was also bald, her hair most likely shaved off. “Fruit’s against me, too?”
The fruit rolled to a complete stop at the edge of the cliff, overlooking a lake. The girl ran towards the fruit, grabbing it.
“Finally… I can get some food in my stomach…” The girl replied. Before she could take a bite, the winds and rain really picked up, sending
BreadIt was half an hour before midnight when she got hungry and left her room for the kitchen.Bread5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Searching through the fridge and cupboards she was surprised to find anything but bread.
Not toast, not any kind of special bread, nothing.
There was cheese and butter and everything she needed to make herself a bread, except for the main ingredient.
A bit annoyed she looked trough the whole kitchen again, carefully examining everything.
Not even the slightest crumb.
Now she got angry.
Did her mother forgot to buy new bread?
She raided the kitchen one last time before going into the living room and looking for shopping bags her mother maybe just didn't put away.
Around five cans of cat food and a few bananas were all she found.
Normally she wouldn't have had a problem with eating them,
or just heating up something from the freezer.
But lately her mother forgot more and more often to make sure there was enough food for her when she left her alone.
What happened a lot.
She had no idea wher
Frozen - Bike's And Pictures9 year old Anna giggled as she knocked the secret knock on Elsa’s door. “Do you wanna build a snowman?” She sung, her sister prepped up on the other side of the door listening and smiling. “Or ride our bike’s around the halls?” Elsa heard footsteps running away from her door than a few clicks or a bike’s tyre, she heard crashing but she didn’t hear her sister’s laughter. Elsa panicked for a second, her sister had sung this song to her before and laughed when she hit the bottom stairs, she never heard Anna’s contagious laughter. Elsa slipped on her gloves and threw open her door and looked down the staircase, she saw Anna sitting down cuddled up slowly and quietly crying to herself. Elsa hid behind the wall and listened.Frozen - Bike's And Pictures5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“She doesn’t love me, I just fell and possibly died and she didn’t even come out her door…” Anna sniffed, rocking backwards and forwards. “What did I do wrong? Am I annoying
Nancy's New Life Chapter 2Nancy's New LifeNancy's New Life Chapter 21 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nancy wakes up, feeling much better in more than one way. Her arm was still across Shelby's body. She knew that Shelby had been the one that calmed her dreams.
"Thanks for keeping my bad dreams away, Shelby." Nancy says, the canine still asleep herself.
"Oh, you're awake. I'm gonna go make breakfast but I wanted to talk to you first." Amelia says, now dressed in a green shirt and blue jeans.
"About what?" Nancy asks, as she rubs her eyes.
"Would you be okay with wearing underwear today? Or are you not up for that?" Amelia asks, showing Nancy the white panties in her hand. Nancy finishes rubbing her eyes and is now wide awake.
"I have something to say first, and that's that I've always wanted to wear diapers all the time again. I liked it when my step-mommy put me in them when we'd go places. I was always hoping she'd keep me in them, but then she went away and I never got to wear them again." Nancy answers.
"Oh, I see what you mean. What is it that y