Fiance!GermanyxShy!Reader - The Bachelor PartyFiance!GermanyxShy!Reader - The Bachelor Party2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Author’s Note: This story contains some sexual content. I didn’t think it had quite enough to slap a warning on it, so I’m putting a small one here. You’ve been warned!]
“Francis, I need a favor.”
Francis looked down at _____ and said, “Oui? What is it?”
_____ took a deep breath, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Well, um. . .since Ludwig and I are getting married this week. . .he’s probably going to have a bachelor party––or, maybe Gil’s going to make him go to one.”
“Oui. Go on.”
She rubbed the back of her head, taking a sudden interest in her shoes. “And, um. . .well, I’ve already decided I’m not going to have a bachelorette party, so. . .I’d like to do something for Ludwig at his party.”
Francis blinked. “Isn’t it bad luck to see each other twenty-four hours before the wedding?”
_____ waved her hand in dismissal. “Nah
Strawberry (An ice-cream in December)Strawberry (An ice-cream in December)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
I disassemble –
heart after limp,
brain before muscle.
You hear the pieces fall.
Sometimes, all I can ask for is an itchy blanket over me, and a cup of steaming tea between my calloused fingers, bringing the smell of hot strawberry to my nostrils, until the smile of content overwhelmingly fills my chest. Sometimes, all I can ask for is death.
I don’t like mornings. I never liked mornings. The sun is mocking – glaring from his heaven to a place grey and heavy with nothing but vanity, and shoving his hard light to all the ugliness around. Night is not like that. Night is beautiful. Night smells of wet leaves and falling stars and wishes forgotten in the sigh of two lips touching. Night brings the twittering song of a hidden cricket, a lullaby lost in the fading dreams of two bodies nesting one in another. Night is not like mornings.
The breeze is cool tonight – comforting, dancing around the baby blue curtains of the kitchen. The TV plays in
Male!Belarus x Male!Reader [Oneshot] [[Hetalia]]Male!Belarus x Male!Reader [Oneshot] [[Hetalia]]2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Murder Face
Male!Belarus x Male!Reader
Commission for Paanda-Tan
Hetalia and it's characters © Hidekaz Himaruya [is that right?]
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You/Male!Reader © You/whoever you want
Human names are used [Belarus is Nikolai Arlovskiy].
Nikolai Arlovskiy. The name who brought fear into the hearts of most students that attended Gakuen Hetalia Academy. He was a rather tall Belorussian, complete with ice-cold eyes and platinum blonde hair. His usual attire consisted of a large, beige-coloured coat and a scarf - no matter what the weather was.
People knew him mostly for three reasons. Reason one; he stalked his sister, Anya Braginksi. Reason two; he was so scary that even Satan himself would quiver upon his
Dog!GermanyxWoundedMarine!Reader - Right HereDog!GermanyxWoundedMarine!Reader - Right Here3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
[CONTAINS SOME STRONG LANGUAGE AND MILD VIOLENCE]
It all started with a bang.
Well, more of a boom, really. I was stationed somewhere in the Middle East––I had lost track of the specifics by now. My partner Alfred and I had gotten separated from our platoon. How we managed to lose them in a place that was all sand I’ll never figure out.
We came across a dirt road and decided to follow it until we found some resemblance of civilization. We were both heavily loaded down with tan camo and ammunition, each of us still holding our respective rifles.
“Maybe you should try to contact the major,” I said, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead with my sleeve.
“Nah,” he replied in an almost disinterested tone. “Let’s wait a little while. I think I see a village up ahead.”
I rolled my eyes. We had been walking for over three hours; it was about time to tell somebody we were lost. “Y’know, Jones, for a while there,
Crushing Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader)Crushing Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
Song(s) ‘Smile’ by telepopmusik
Trust me, it fits the theme PERFECTLY
A girl in her early twenties thrust open the doors of her office job.
“I can’t believe this!” How could something like this happen to me!?
What the hell did I do wrong!
I got strange looks from other people around me as they counted their blessings hoping that I wouldn’t lash out at them.
“Oh, shut up!” I yelled, and their accusing eyes turned away.
I felt the heel of my shoe crack by the sheer force in my strides down the streets of New York City.
Philophobia-RomanoLovino Vargas, otherwise known as Romano, or South Italy.Philophobia-Romano1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Has just one fear.
That fear that he refuses to let anyone know about, he would just be really embarrassed about it. He hates it. He hates it with a passion.
He wants it to go away but it always seems to find its way back to him. It latches on him and refuses to leave.
He's tried so many times, more than he could count, to face it.
He can't, he just can't.
It prevented him from being with so many people, people he wanted to care for but just couldn't. His fear would get jealous and get even worse.
The worst part is, he can't even tell you why he has that fear.
Maybe it's from all the times he's been rejected. Maybe it's been all the times people broke his heart. He doesn't know.
And that fea
Hikaru Hitachiin x Male!Reader [OHSHC] [[Oneshot]]Hikaru Hitachiin x Male!Reader [OHSHC] [[Oneshot]]3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The prince in the cloak
Anime: Ouran HSHC
Hikaru Hitachiin x Male!Reader
Commission for whocouldknow-me
OHSHC and it's characters © Bisco Hatori [is that right?]
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You © Yourself. Or whoever you want.
Important notes regarding this story;
Male!Reader is in the Black Magic club with Nekozawa Umehito.
Loud footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway. The school’s students were all in their respective places on this lunch time, either simply eating lunch or at their clubs: the news club, the basketball club or the Host Club. It’s not worth mentioning the Black Magic club, since only two people attend this.
The hallway itself was brightly lit, the walls painted expertly with a feminine pink, causing any observer to think that this was an all-girls school
Are You Challenging Me? (Sollux x Reader)100 prompts challengeAre You Challenging Me? (Sollux x Reader)3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Theme: Are you challenging me?
WARNING! Some mild language, I guess. But if you've read Homestuck, then I think it shouldn't be that big of a deal.
"All I'm thaying is that girlth jutht aren't ath good ath boyth when it cometh to video gameth."
"And all I'M saying is that you're full of bullshit."
It had been almost an hour and you were still arguing about the subject with your moirail, Sollux Captor. It had all started with you telling him that he was going to get killed if he was going to take a certain route in a video game you had been watching him play. He, of course, decided to tell you that you didn't know anything about video games. You just kept quiet, and in the next two minutes, he had been killed just as you had predicted. You had turned to him with a smug look on your face, and let's just say that the argument escalated from there. You were currently trying to get away from him in order to get the argument over with
EnglandxChild!Dying!America-One Last SongArthur was sitting on Alfred's bed. His hospital bed.EnglandxChild!Dying!America-One Last Song1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alfred was sick, well, he was dying. He had cancer, stage four to be exact.
Arthur visited him everyday, letting Alfred talk his ear off. The more he thought about it, he wasn't so upset have Alfred's constant chatter in his ear, because he knew, he knew that it won't be long until he would never hear his voice anymore.
Before Arthur would leave everyday, Alfred would always ask one question.
"When can I go home, Arthur?"
Arthur would fight back the tears and answer back.
Arthur could never tell if Alfred believed him and was happy, or was just too tired to say anything else. Arthur didn't want to think about that.
Alfred's time has come to an end. He was dying, officially. Arthur gave up a day of work to go visit his dying little brother in the hospital.
Alfred was too weak to even greet his brother in the overly-active w
Eating Through GendersEating Through Genders3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aww, dude, come on!" Jeremy complained, looking through the fridge, "Mike!" He called to his friend.
"What? I'm in the middle of a game." Mike stepped out of his room.
"Did you eat my pizza?"
"Erm... Yea, sorry."
"Don't." Mike shut the fridge behind him, "I don't like you eating my food."
"Sorry, dude, but I've got nothing else to eat and you were at your girlfriends."
"And you couldn't text me?"
"I did, several times."
Jeremy looked at his phone and scrolled through endless messages of Mike's permission to eat some of his food, "Oh... I guess my phone died... Okay, well, just don't eat anymore of my food without me knowing. I have to eat, too."
"All right, I'll let you know, next time."
College life was hard! No money to spend on food and not a job to find. Mike had been starving the past day, snacking on whatever he could find. Jeremy constantly had money to buy food and didn't think that he would notice if he ate a piece of food.
The next day rolled around
Tomato Salad (Master!Spain x Slave!Reader)You wiped the sweat beads off of your forehead with your arm as you picked the last tomato in sight. You placed the red, juicy tomato in the basket and smiled at the big accomplishment. You ran over to your master’s house and stopped right in front of the door, knocking softly on the red door with your dried hand.Tomato Salad (Master!Spain x Slave!Reader)1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh, chica! You picked all of them?” Antonio, your master, asked with a surprised tone.
You nodded quickly, smiling wide. You showed him the basket that was full to the brim with juicy tomatoes, which you cleaned with a quick wash of water.
“I’m so proud of you!” Antonio said, taking the basket and put it down so he could bring you into his arms and give you a tight squeeze.
“Thank you, master,” you said, hugging him back.
You really thought you were lucky to have such a nice master, since all of your friends have masters that yell and whip them if they do something wrong. Although, Antonio can get mad sometimes when you acciden
Nordics x Child!Reader: Bring Your FamilyNordics x Child!Reader: Bring Your Family1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brothers!Nordics x Child!Reader: Bring Your Family to School Day
"Oh! And before you leave, tomorrow is 'Bring Your Family to School Day'! Tell your family okay?"
"Thank you Mrs. [teacher name]!" The bell then rang loudly and the other kids in your class began to stand up. The young kids walked to the door and some of them thanked your teacher once again and the teacher each gave them little waves. They all left the classroom, leaving an echoing trail of talking. The only people left in the class was you and Mrs. [t/n].
"Uhm. . . Mrs. [t/n]," you said shyly. She turned to you and smiled sweetly at you. She bent down to your level.
"Is there something you need, [Name]," she asked you as she patted your head softly. You nodded.
"I-is it okay if we bring pets tommorow?" you asked her. Your family was pretty big. Five brothers, plus a sweet white dog and a talking puffin.
Can't Swim (America x Reader x Prussia)Can't Swim (America x Reader x Prussia)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wanna go swimming, _______?"
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Why not? You look so good in the swimsuit."
"Shut up, Prussia!"
You covered up your two-piece with your (color) towel. Your cheeks began to turn the same shade as Prussia's eyes as you looked away, over to the sparkling blue ocean. The tan and yellow sand squished under your foot as you stood up with your towel wrapped tightly around your body, showing off your womanly curves.
"Come on, ____! The ocean's really warm! Just ask Australia," America encouraged you, stopping you as he pointed to Australia in the ocean, playing and diving like he was having the time of his life.
"I didn't come all the way from Germany's house just to watch you mope in a hot bathing suit," Prussia said, and then chuckled. "Not like I'm going back, either."
You laughed along with him, but then gained back your confidence and walked past America, pride in your steps.
"Why won't you swim with us?" America asked, grabbing your bare arm. You swat away his hand, not
How To Become Visible (Canada x Reader)How To Become Visible (Canada x Reader)2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
How To Become Visible
(Canada x Reader)
3- shot request! From the winner of Chigitalia’s hetaween contest!
“OOF!” Owe..that hurt.
“Dude, watch were you’re walking,” did he notice me!? “You almost ran into that locker!”
“Shut up! (f/n)’s here! I wanna date with her!”
“Not if I get to her first!”
Looking from the pale white lockers up to the backs of the two jocks whom ran into me upset me.
They didn’t even apologize….
That’s all right I guess…I mean they could easily destroy me so what’s the point.
I sighed before brining my bruised body to full height so that I could survey the area.
Spamano-Don't Leave MeAnother argument.Spamano-Don't Leave Me1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, it's not necessarily an argument, just Romano, shouting at Spain for no reason.
He doesn't mean to do it, it's just all he knows.
He's actually surprised that he put up with him. Romano wouldn't even be able to put up with himself.
He actually hated himself. He hated the fact that he simply has no room in his heart for love. No matter how hard he tried.
He does love Spain, he loves him more than he can say, literally.
He tries so hard to tell him that, but all that comes out his mouth is insults and curses.
Well, this time, Spain has had it.
He's sick and tired of showing Romano love, and having it thrown back in his face harshly. If Romano wasn't going to love him back, there was no reason to stay. He was leaving. He wasn't coming back until Romano learned how to, not only love himself
Raider (Romania x Reader)Raider (Romania x Reader)3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Romania x Reader
“God I’m tired…” I yawned as I grabbed a few of my electronics.
“Ok….you go here, and you can go under my pillow.” I sat my (larger device) on my desk and my (cell phone type) under my pillow incase I got a call.
Sighing deeply I turned off my lights and crawled under the fuzzy sheets of my twiner.
“Ok….It’s been a long day filled with classes and study session along with work……come on brain let me sleep!” I growled before sitting up in an upheave.
Maybe if I flip my pillow? Or grab a glass of warm tea? Ah! I’ve got it! I could watch a really boring docume-CLUGH
What the hell was that.
Scared out of my wits I ripped of my fuzzy covers and grabbed my roommates softball b
Reader x Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.Reader x Karkat: Whatever6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov