A Christmas Story"Herr Pyro. Vould you come here, bitte?"A Christmas Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medic huffed slightly, rubbing at his temples. Really. This was beginning to get seriously out of hand. It was understood that the firestarter could be something of an overgrown child at times (causing his behavior to range from the adorable to the downright disturbing, depending on the setting, though Medic found it strangely endearing when he would giggle at enflamed Spies or use his fire ax to play 'go for distance' with the BLU's heads) but really.
Presently, the masked individual came trotting up to the infirmary door, dripping with an air of playfulness.
"Guten Tag." Sigh. "Listen. I am coming to ze realization zat it is getting close to Christmas. Und I know you ah disappointed at not getting stationed at Coldfront zis yeah. But you ah going to extremes to make up for it, und it simply vill not do."
Pyro shuffled a bit. Normally he didn't mind where RED Team got stationed, but this time of year, there was no place
Cigarette SmokeHe always smelled it before he died. Well not always but enough to be kind of annoying. It was hard to miss between the gun powder and dust. He always knew what was lurking in the shadows, or around the corner when it drifted into his nose. It made him fearful, yet hunger for what would happen off the battlefield.Cigarette Smoke4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sniffed the air, that bitter stench lingering in it. He looked around for any anomaly in the space around him. He couldn't see anything so he moved on.
His heart droped and he cursed himself for being to aloof, as he heard metal sliding against itself. The last thing he heard before his breaths echoing off the walls of respawn, was that one word that made his skin break out in goose bumps.
Laundry DayA nap, just a short one. He awoke with a stretch, scratching his neck. Still most of the day left, better get started. The Sniper set his feet down off the side of the cot. Dishes cluttered the small table ahead. To the left near the door sat a pile of laundry. Glaring he watched it shift on its own accord, clothes bobbing up and down before settling for a bit only to twitch again. A wayward sock rolled off the top of the heap.Laundry Day4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
No need to grab his glasses but he picked up his hat from the hook on the wall. Rising he sighed, cracking a smile. Didn't need his shirt either. With another stretch he pulled it over his head and shoulders, tossing onto the pile to be washed with the rest. At once it rose then disappeared, pulled in by some unseen force. With out a word the Sniper leaned downed and picked up the entire pile, save for a few tumbling bits of clothing. A wooden basket slid under it, guided by his feet. More wriggling, sleepy squeaks.
The first fell out, landing in the basket with
The Scout's Bandages Cap. 21The Scout's Bandages Cap. 213 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Where the sadness came from."
Fire… His body was on fire. Everything hurt. Was he in hell? Hell… He didn't even believe in Christianity. God, he would feel so stupid if he opened his eyes and actually was in hell. Hesitating, he cracked open on eye, adjusting to the faint light in the room and took a look around. The walls were a dull gray, he was lying on an old wooden bed, and there were bars… What? Wait a minute. He sat up on his elbows trying to get a better view of the room. He was in what looked like an prison cell, though a bit more furnished.
It felt like Medic had injected him with some alpha blocker for the drugs. Even so, he was very dizzy. He closed his eyes as he gingerly sat up. As he walked over to the small sink his eyes were focused on the floor, trying to keep his dizziness to a minimum. This wasn't the first time he had felt like this anyway, didn't make it better though.
The faucet squeaked loudly as he turned it, cold water flowing out in a steady str
SCOUT IS SUCH A VIRGIN.In my tummy, butterflies.SCOUT IS SUCH A VIRGIN.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel them flit about.
Now, I know I need it, and
Now, there is no more doubt.
So now, here we are. I look
Up and say, "I love you."
When you smile and kiss my head,
I know you love me too.
But I want more of you, and
I can't just stop somehow.
I can't think of a better
Setting than here and now.
I can't stand it anymore.
I pull you to a kiss.
"I want it, I want you, I
Want tonight, I want this."
"If I give it to you, I
Need to know it's not just
Another notch in your belt.
Is this love I can trust?"
"'Cos this is significant.
Its loss can't be erased.
It can't be compensated
For, returned, or replaced."
"If I give it to you now,
I need to see you know
That, no matter who you meet,
Or the places you go..."
"No matter where you start from,
No matter where you end,
No matter if I am your
Love, enemy, or friend..."
"No matter who you were, and
No matter who you'll be,
You'd always, always, always
Have a small part of me."
I can see his smile grow i
I Regret EverythingI Regret Everything4 years ago in Drama More Like This
A black haze hung over the base, thick rainclouds hiding the sunlight and pouring a heavy rain down on the land below it. The water furiously tapped the roof and windows. It pooled in large puddles on the dirt and filled the sewers, sending through each base the odour of sewage and rainwater. Storms happened on occasion on the war grounds, some worse than others. This was the worst storm that had been seen in a long while. The thunder shook the floors and windows, the lights flickered, and the roof creaked. All missions had been cancelled due to the nature of this storm, so both teams, RED and BLU, had a day to themselves for the first time in what seemed like forever. Despite this, both teams dreaded the aftermath of rain, knowing that when the storm finally cleared up, they would be battling in mud and puddles.
All was quiet on the RED base. Most of the mercenaries had decided to use the day to relax. It was like this in stormy weather. The mercenaries had come to like each other's c
A SniperxScout drabble"Hey, Sniper...?" Scout said softly, leaning against a tree trunk in a large green pasture. Sniper, Who he had been addressing, pressed his back against the opposite side, his hat tipped down to shade his eyes from the bits of sunlight filtering through the leaves. These moments of peace in nature had become routine for them.A SniperxScout drabble5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few months ago, in the dead cold of winter, BLU had decided that it was time for their agents to move to a new base of operation. It was a mass of shouts, loud noises, and rushed packing. Well, most of those were from the soldier, but it was stressful all the same. Scout's things fit into a single suitcase, but he smiled as he realized that it felt a little heavier than when he had first stepped off the train at Well. The trip was drudging, but made a tiny bit more comfortable by the pair of warm mittens the Pyro had found time to make him. He was still wearing his brother's ruddy hand me down coat, but the soft warmth on his hands made him forget the slight chi
ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling ficIt had been a very long, tiring, and frustrating day. The RED Medic's long white coat and trademark red rubber gloves had long since been removed and deposited in the biohazard hamper for cleaning later, and his red tie hung loose and slightly askew.ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling fic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Having finally restored the Medbay to order and completing his report to be turned in to the Administrator, Stecker absently pushed the small lensed, wire frame glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and asked of his companion perched primly on the chair behind the German's desk, "Vell zen... vat do you say, Archimedes?"
The white dove cocked its head as if actually waiting to hear what he had to say. "Vich do you zink is vat ze Doktor needs, hm? "Beethoven? Mozart? Sarasate? Bach?" The bird ruffled its feathers and cooed with seeming enthusiasm at the last composer's name. Chuckling softly, the Medic went over to the narrow closet in the corner and retrieved his violin case, "Ah zo, Bach's Partita in E Major it is zen."
In Another LifeHeavy laid in his bed, looking up at the ceiling, a million thoughts crowding his exhausted mind. He couldn't remember the last time he got a good night's rest, but how could he?In Another Life3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Nobody would be able to sleep if they discovered that their best friend was diagnosed with cancer.
When Heavy had first heard the moans of pain coming from the doctor's room in the middle of the night, he had immediately thought of torture, someone, possibly the enemy Spy, torturing his Doktor. He hadn't even bothered with the tiny handle; he completely broke down the door, ready for a fight, ready to completely obliterate anyone who dared lay a hand on Medic.
The giant was extremely confused when he didn't find any spies, any blood, anything out of the ordinary in Medic's room. He did notice, however, something very wrong with the doctor himself. Heavy's mindset quickly switched from aggressive to concerned as he hurried to the side of the German, who was writhing in his bed with his arms clutching his torso,
Kamen Rider OC: ThetaKamen Rider Original Character (OC)Kamen Rider OC: Theta5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kamen Rider Theta (Θ)
Name: Byron Ichigeki (バイロン一撃)
Weight: 175 lbs (79.4 kg)
Skills: Tennis, Badminto, Judo, Jeet Kune Do
Fav. Food: Fish, Potatoes
Likes: Writing, Animation, action films, studying, videography
Dislikes: Spinach, Basil, annoyances
Possessions: Necklace containing small photo of his family
He was known to be a child prodigy at the age of five with an IQ of at least 175. By the age of fifteen, he graduated with the highest degree imaginable in Tokyo University. His mother was a university professor and his father was a scientist. A bright future was ahead for Byron as he looked forward to studying abroad in the United States. That is, until a terrifying incident changed his life and everyone around him forever. On one uneventful day, a rogue Orphnoch appeared terrorizing Tokyo and Byron was caught in the middle. The Orphnoch sa
PR:GF Episode 2PR:GF Episode 26 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*The next morning, Logan wakes up and headed into the kitchen of the apartment. He turned on the counter TV to the Japanese news network*
News Anchor: *translated from Japanese* The true nature of the tragic sinking of the Nippon Maru II has yet to be explained. Eye witness reports claim that a giant sea creature was behind the ship's sinking. One of the passengers aboard at the time was Tsubasa Hiroshita, the oldest child to Tenruto Hiroshita of the Hiroshita technology firm. While he was not present on any of the accounted lifeboats during the incident, he and three Americans were able to make it back by reasons currently unknown.
Logan: *raises an eyebrow* Huh? How does he know we're still alive?
Tsubasa: *walks into the kitchen* Eh? Is something wrong, Logan-san?
Logan: I just saw the news how do they know we survived the sinking?
Tsubasa: Oh, well, last night while I was watching the news, I saw that the ship sinking was all over the news. I did the only thing I thought was r
TF2: Shy GirlTF2: Shy Girl5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She looked into the mirror hanging on her bedroom wall, her mask on. It was normal day on the base. Everyone was doing their own thing. She, the BLU Team's Pyro, was still gazing at herself in the mirror, battling her wits about doing something she was trying to avoid doing.
Since Scout helped her that day when the RED Spy slashed her, his comment about leaving her mask off stuck in her mind. She didn't know why, but it did. None of the other teammates questioned her reason for leaving the mask on, only Scout.
Her fingers itched as she was holding the bottom of her mask. Should she take it off? What if the others found her repulsive? She wasn't exactly proud of the scars on her face. She found them ugly and just reminded her of the past she wished she could forget.
Then she remembered Scout saying she wasn't bad-looking. It was probably his way of saying that maybe, perhaps, she's pretty? Pyro shook her head. How silly of her to think that. She huffed, staring at the mirror. Just for o
Song Of DepressionEnough of your song of depression.Song Of Depression8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enough! Let me tune out,
I yearn for reprise no more.
Not to hear your debilitation waves.
I require a brand new frequency
Not another chorus sucking me up
On a melodic misery.
Enough of your song of depression.
Enough! Sing another verse,
I won't listen; not like before.
Never to hum your destruction lines.
I hunger for something better
Never hypnotised on dark lullabies
From sorrow speakers.
Enough of your song of depression.
Enough! Smash your guitars,
Blow out the amps,
Surge me with electricity.
But for lord above, no more bars,
No more heartbeat drums of despair!
Because your words made me deaf
To all that beauty under your rhythm
Lost to a bass of throbbing,
Pulsating, vibration song...
A song of depression.
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 15EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 155 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The place: The Aykayeh Opera House
The time: July 21st, 1925 8:20 p.m.
Double D and Rolf were sprinting down a hallway in the opera house, trying to escape the Crimson Renegade members they could hear from far behind.
"Fedora-hat fellow! We need a location of which to hide!" Rolf said, breathing heavily as he ran. "I couldn't agree more Rolf, was it?" Double D stated. Rolf nodded and Double D began to say, "My name is Eddward, but I'm also called Double D-EEE!" before slipping and falling flat on his rear.
"What the devil ?" he mumbled as he stood up and picked up the piece of wood he had slipped on. All of a sudden Jonny ran into Double D, knocking both of them down and knocking Plank out of Double D's hands, sending him flying down a stair well.
"NOOO! Why'd you let him go?! Plank, come back 'ol buddy!" Jonny cried as he chased Plank down the stairs, followed by May. "Jonny JONNY, WAIT!" she cried as she went down the stair well.
Double D and Rolf looked at each other,
2Fort's Night Before ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through the Fort,2Fort's Night Before Christmas5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not a machine was stirring, not even a teleport;
The sticky bombs were hung by the intel with care,
In hopes that the BLU team soon would be there.
The Demomen were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of scrumpy danced in their heads;
And myself in my coat and Heavy in his vest,
Had just began to settle down for the night's rest,
When outside the base arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew a hurry,
Tore open the shutters to see the desert's dust in a flurry,
The moon on the sand where plants did not grow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my lips brought a hundred tiny smiles
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny crocodiles
With the massive burly driver, not the slightest bit frail
I knew in a moment it must be Saxton Hale.
More rapid than kiwis his coursers they came,
And he bellowed, and shouted, and called them by name;
In Which a Clock Stops TickingWarning: this be a deathfic! if it depresses you or makes you cry, i suggest you avoid it like the plagueeeee!In Which a Clock Stops Ticking6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In Which a Clock Stops Ticking
Veser cried, cried and cried. His tears flowed freely down his face and off of it, landing on Ples's shirt, face, and swiftly bleeding neck wound. Ples was trying his hardest to stop the bleeding with one hand, but his time was running out. Yet what scared him the most was that his pocket watch had slowed down considerably. Fighting back the fear of death, Ples looked directly at Veser and asked him, "Are you alright? Did the attack get you?"
"You stupid, stupid old man!" Veser yelled in anguish, "Why the hell did you--you idiot!"
Ples ignored the outburst and asked the same question again. He only received another outburst in return. The clock was still slowing down, and he was running out of time. "Veser, please answer me." He told the half-selkie, "It's all worth it if you're okay."
Veser shook his head, sending his tears flying,
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 1EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Scene: A darkened alley, Peach Creek
The Time: July 17th, 1925, 12:24 a.m
A puff of smoke rose from the shadows as four figures stood in a circle.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes. Everything is set up and should go according to plan."
"Perfect. Soon all of Peach Creek shall get what they deserve, and the Crimson Renegades will be the true crime lords!"
"BULL'S EYE!" Eddy exclaimed as the dart hit the center of the target. Ed applauded as Eddy bowed.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Ed and Eddy were resting in their hide-out, an old, run down club, waiting for Double D and Ana to return. Eddy plopped down on a dusty chair as Ed played billiards. Eddy looked at his watch, groaned, and remarked, "Where the hell are they? They left over an hour ag-"
Suddenly the door swung open and Double D and Ana fell in. Ana kicked the door shut as a car screeched away.
"Wipe your feet, please! said Ed, not looking up from his game.
"Shut up, Ed. What the hell was that all about?!"
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 4EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Scene: The Heretic's Hideout
The Time: July 19th, 1925 11:03 a.m.
"So when is this trap going to happen?"
"I don't know. She ran off before telling me anything else."
Eddy and Ana were discussing the previous night's events while Double D went to go purchase brunch. Ed was still asleep.
Eddy sat on a barstool and ran his fingers through his hair. "How can we trust her, though? She's put us over more then once." He stated.
Ana leaned against the bar counter and replied, "But this time she has nothing to betray us for "
They both sat in silence. That silence was only shattered by the clicking of keys unlocking the club door.
"Breakfast is served, chums!" Double D announced cheerfully.
"'Bout time!" Eddy exclaimed as he snatched the small grocery bag out of Double D's hand and dug his hand in.
Double D sighed before sitting by Ana and asking what she and Eddy had been up to. Ana began to explain when Eddy blurted, "What IS this garbage?!"
Double D rolled his eyes
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 3EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Scene: The Heretic's Hideout
The Time: July 18th, 1925 11:52 p.m.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THERE?!" Eddy shouted at Double D.
Double D was sitting on the billiard table reading a book while Eddy, Ana and Ed were standing in front of him.
"WELL?!" Eddy yelled.
Double D glanced over his book to his friends and said, "We talked."
Ana grabbed Double D by the collar and pulled him close. She pressed her thumb to his lips and wiped it across. On the tip of her thumb was pink lipstick. She stuck the thumb at Double D's face accusingly.
Double D was silent.
"Looks like you did more then that," Ana said, "level with us, Double D."
Double D lowered his head in shame and uttered, "We we "
"Jesus Christ you two bumped uglies, didn't you?" Eddy blurted out.
"WHAT?!" Double D exclaimed, dropping his book.
"That's it, I need a drink." Ed murmured and walked to the bar. Ana pounced on Double D and slammed him against the green felt of the billiard table.
"YOU DIDN'T?!" She shouted as s
EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 5EEnE-Smooth Criminal-Chap. 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Scene: Market Street
The Time: July 19th, 1925. Noon.
Eddy was strolling down Market Street, happy as a clam. In his hand was a brown paper bag, bulging at the bottom. As Eddy walked back to the hide-out, his thoughts began to wander.
"Man! This is really starting to make me boil." He thought as he walked. "What kinda of trap could they have? Those Vexations are so slimey I'm sure it's something REAL crooked "
Eddy opened his bag and pulled out his breakfast. "Pastrami on white! What a great deal!" he said, a smile on his face. Smirking, he put the sandwich back in the bad while murmuring, "even better since it was donated to me so kindly " ten feet behind Eddy, a very rich looking man had just realized his lunch had gone missing from his grocery bag.
Eddy crossed the street. "Maybe I should talk to well, she's got her ear to the city. If anyone knows what's goin' on in the dirty street of this city, it's her-HEY!"
Since Eddy was lost in thought, he didn't notice the
Training Day (Sniper x Reader fluff) It was your first day of training as a sniper, and you just didn’t feel like functioning. Sniper had instructed you to get up in time to leave at daybreak, and be prepared for hot weather. You had clambered down from your bunk in the female dormitory sleepily and got dressed quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. The female spy in the bunk beneath yours snored gently in her sleep mask with a tiny smile on her face. You envied her.Training Day (Sniper x Reader fluff)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once dressed, and after a stop by the bathroom, you carried your work boots down the corridor to the main living area. You slumped into the long sectional couch and set to the task of putting on and lacing up your boots. You glanced up sleepily to the coffee table to see a brown paper sack with a note on it. It was from the female spy:
“Good morning, Cherie. Enclosed are a lunch and a few necessities you may have forgotten early in the morning. Bon chance! P.S. If you want a quick breakfast, there are cereals. Get to them before
TF2 Short Story: Familial Battle"Dummkompf!"TF2 Short Story: Familial Battle4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Two Medics, one a RED male and the other a BLU female, both shouted various insults and taunts to the other. RED Medic hung from his foot on one of his own team Sniper's traps (the idiot!); the other had broken her ankle and was sprawled on the dusty ground. Unfortunatly, her Medigun was flung away from her a good number of yards from her reach, so there was little chance of healing herself. RED Medic certainly wouldn't heal her. With both of their teams ignorant of their whereabouts, they had all the time in the world to cuss and argue and ridicule.
BLU Medic blew away her bangs from her eyes. She gripped her bonesaw despite its uselessness at the moment. Why have one if you couldn't even walk up to an opponent and attack? So she sat there waiting for RED Medic's response. He hung there like a sack of potatoes glaring at her. His only movements were to keep his spectacles in place