Uncharted: Shaving LessonsUncharted: Shaving Lessons4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sully presses the blade to his cheekbone, sweeping away lather and four o'clock shadow with a well practiced scrape. In the mirror, he catches a glimpse of curious eyes watching him from the dingy Columbian motel. The kid is always spying on him when he thinks he's not looking.
Sully turns to work on the other side, lining up his sideburns with the blade in the mirror before taking another sweep. The kid's closer, now. He can hear his breathing against the wall. His grungy fingers picking at the wallpaper.
Sully lifts his chin and presses the razor to his neck, briefly contemplating screaming and scaring the shit out of the kid.
With his luck as of late, he'd end up actually nicking himself.
He sets the razor down and presses a hot towel against his face, wiping away excess lather. His moustache lives to see another day. He catches the kid shrinking away and is struck by a strange thought: he's
Nine: Chapter OneMonth oneNine: Chapter One4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Really? Watermelon?" Nate asked.
Elena's voice came from the otherside of the phone. "Please, Nate? It's just about the only thing I want. Oh, and strawberries!"
"Elena, it's the middle of winter! Where am I going to get those?" He was sitting in his car in the mostly empty parking lot of a Price Chopper. It was twelve at night.
"Um... I'm not sure. But can you try and get some? Please?"
"Yeah... You're lucky I love you."
"I know. Love you too. Get home soon!"
"I will. Bye." He hung up, and got out of the car with a sigh. "Watermelon and strawberries. Okay. Let's go, Nate." He headed into the store, and was immensly glad it was open all night. The produce section was surprisingly full. Apples, mainly though. He had half a mind to get some just in case her cravings changed last minute. But, instead, he found a small carton of strawberries. Taking it, he continued on to find some watermelon. "Elena, you are insane." He finally found some in slices, wrapped in plastic wr
Worth ItNathan Drake didn't cry.Worth It3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was a plain, down to earth fact that no one could argue with. He didn't cry when his parents fought, he never cried when his mother slit her own throat in front of him, he didn't cry when his own father gave him up. He never cried.
So why was he crying now, trudging alone in the middle of the Rub'al Khali desert?
He couldn't even remember the last time he had tasted water on his lips, so it was a welcoming sight to see the rain clouds approaching in the distance. He didn't think, he just ran, ran as fast as his aching legs could carry him towards the greyish clouds, driven by the hopes of finally finding water.
Suddenly, the clouds vanished. And all there was, was him, standing in the middle of endless amounts of the bone dry desert, under the blistering heat. He groaned.
But why did it seem so real, when his tears seemed to mingle with the rain only seconds ago? It seemed more real than anything he had felt for the last few days, but
R.I.P. IwataOnly one minute left on the clock. Orange and blue covered nearly every inch of the playfield, hiding the ground beneath a layer of ink. With my Aerospray in my hands, filled completely with orange ink, I charged forward. With a pull of the trigger, I covered the ground before me with my team's color, trying to push back the blue onslaught and win the game.R.I.P. Iwata5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Out of all the games at the Stadium, Turf War had to be my favorite. It always managed to come down to the last few seconds of the game, and this one was no exception. I dove down into the ink, shifting my inkling form to that of a squid and swam forward. Popping back out, I sprayed over the opposing team, defeating one with a satisfying splat. Of course, they'd be alright. It was all just fun and games after all.
Thirty seconds. We finally managed to pick up lost ground. Now it was a fight for the valuable middle area. I placed one of my mines down into the ink, having the feeling that someone would trip it. I was glad to see I was
Uncharted: Departure"Psst, Flynn!"Uncharted: Departure4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nate whispered as he watched his buddy unspool the ropes of a grappling hook. Flynn gave him one if his charming reassuring grins, though Nate has always thought of them as a warning sign, dubbing it as the 'we're-gonna-get-in-trouble' smile. "Crap, I knew it. This, is not a good idea." he muttered to himself. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport, Nancy." Flynn said, finishing up on his grappling hook; he set his finger ready on the trigger and held it against his shoulder, "There ya go. Tell me the plan again, Nate." he turned to look at Nate, who was crouching with his back towards the wall, wearing all black save for a small camouflage-patterned backpack. He was holding two long flashlights one for Flynn and the other for himself.
Nate leaned away from the wall, looked down and back to Flynn, his face showing an expression of annoyance and a slight tinge of queasiness. They were stationed outside on the edge of a huge museum, clinging on to nothing but
Uncharted: What Dreams DoDespair. Pain. Lonliness. Fear. Hopelessness. Heartbreak. Death.Uncharted: What Dreams Do4 years ago in Horror More Like This
She digs her fingers into the soft soil, staring bleakly ahead. She's mumbling the word 'gone' to herself, over and over. The headstone smirks at her, gloating with it's victory hanging over her head. She pulls her now dirty hands away and stares at the ten small holes she's made.
Thunder bangs in the distance, shouting it's anger for all to hear. The storm is rolling in fast, but she doesn't care. It hadn't been sunny since his death, not to her.
She curls into herself, eyes never leaving the stone. His body lies six feet beneath her, not at all like the intimacy of the last time she had been above him, when there had been nothing between them but lust and need and love.
She finds it unfair that she only had three years with him. His older friend had been with him since he was seventeen, but she had come into his life late. She had only just penetrated through his joking demeanor so he would tell her much more, exposing
How to annoy TornDisclaimer: Jak and Daxter Not mine ..How to annoy Torn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Torn- role- Ally, Canon (Jak II-Jak X.)
1) During a briefing, pretend to be sleeping and yawn with exaggeration (Hmm, do this enough times and he may be tempted to kick you out of the Underground .)
2) Convince him to take a picture with you and other people (if you want). Make the bunny ears sign on his head. Make yourself scarce when the pictures are developed
3) Play knock-knock ditch on the Underground door. Run if he opens the door holding his pistols
4) When no one's around, doodle on his maps. Better yet write things like "Daxter Loves Torn" or "Torn loves Erol". Blame Daxter. Come clean if Daxter's in imminent danger of losing more than his fur. Then, just run.
5) Steal his dagger. Paint it orange. He'll know who to go after (cough-Daxter-cough. Hmm, does this make me a DaxterXTorn shipper?? Oo''')
6) Steal hiss dagger. Lose it. Run from the angry tattooed ex- KG commander.
7) Again with t
Nine: Chapter TwoMonth TwoNine: Chapter Two4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Elena, sweetie, how're you feeling?" Nate asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed, gently rubbing her back in small circles.
"Tired. I hate morning sickness." She was curled up under all of the blankets they had. She looked up at him with big brown eyes. "Lay with me?"
"Of course." He slid under the blankets beside her, wrapping around her, a hand resting on her stomach. To someone merely looking at her, there was no indication she was pregnant. But Nate could feel the difference. He knew how she usually was and now, a life growing inside her, there was a sort of firmness there and a barely noticable bump.
"Nate?" she asked, capturing his attention.
She hesitated. She had something nagging at her, forcing doubt into her mind. Nate was someone who wasn't easily tied down. She thanked god that he stayed with her, rarely leaving for more than a few weeks at a time. Sometimes, she would go with him, but, more often than not, she'd stay home. She'd stay home and worry ov
Cry for Eternity - Chapter 2Cry for Eternity - Chapter 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Five seconds? Five minutes? Five millennia?
It didn't matter. There was no past, no future. Only the flames.
Oh, there was the light too! A light that came from everywhere! But mostly there was the flames.
Twisting, flickering, burning at her very soul. The pain was immeasurable, but it had always existed, as far back as she could remember, and she could remember a long time.
Or maybe she could... It was somewhat hard to measure time when there was nothing for her to measure it against. There was only the flames, eating away at her, yet never making her any smaller. Forever burning, the fire was all that existed.
Her body was... Wait, did she even have a body? Maybe she did at some point. At least she thought she did. Maybe she did. She hoped it was a nice body, one with a soft mane and maybe some nice friends to go along with it. Oh! And a name! She remembered that she had had a name at one point. It was a pretty name too. She had liked her name! She wished she
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 11Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 112 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You giggled as you followed Smile around on your hands and knees, barking like a puppy as you did so. The dog looked less then pleased, almost scared even as he ran ahead of you only for you to trail behind him on your hands and knees as fast as you could. You giggled as the dog let out a howl doing what you assumed was calling for Jeff considering a few seconds later said killer made his way into the room, asking his dog what was wrong till he saw you.
“______, what the hell are you doing to my dog?” He mumbled, raising an eyebrow as he watched you continue to follow the dog around till he let out another howl.
“What?” You hummed, coming to a stop in your game long enough to focus on the killer and his words which for the most part you could careless about.
“What are you doing to my dog!?” He repeated, looking a little irritated at the fact you had completely ignored him the first time
Obi-Wan Kenobi x ReaderObi-Wan Kenobi, your best and closest friend of all of the Jedi wasn’t with you. At twenty-five years of age, he was older by about five years. He had left on an mission days ago with his Master Qui-Gon Jinn in order to settle a dispute between the Trade Federation and the planet of Naboo, but you sensed it was something bigger. There’s a blockade with battleships around the peaceful planet. Beautiful too, the planet, not the blockade.Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader5 months ago in Romance More Like This
Wondering through the halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant with no straight destination in mind, you pause. You sense a familiar presence within the Force, much closer, on the same planet now. Obi-Wan returned with his Master and an unfamiliar young presence that surged with Force sensitivity.
You reached out in the Force to Obi-Wan and after a short moment he did the same to you. Letting yourself smile, you continued your way through the Temple.
Late in the afternoon, you still didn’t get a chance to see Obi-Wan. He and his Master wer
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 6Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
(WARNING : SEXUAL THEME'S AND OR SWEARING. You have been warned!)
- Monday -
“Jeff get your pale ass out of the bathroom!” You snapped, pounding your fist on the door trying to get the killer to come out. You, desperately had to pee, and you meant bad, so bad that you were literally doing a little dance and or pacing up and down the hall to hold it in, it felt like your blatter was going to explode. You had been waiting thirty minutes for him to get out of one of the three bathrooms in the house. The only reason you didn't go and use one of the other ones was because they were occupied by Masky and Hooide. You didn't ask them to get out because -
1.) They had a morning job and really needed to shower before they left.
2.) You still respected them to much to kick them out of the bathroom, even though you were pretty sure if you did you wouldn't get killed like you had originally though when you had first arrived at the
He Can't be GoneA shrill cry echoed through the entire Enterprise.He Can't be Gone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
James T. FUCKING Kirk is bawling like a baby in the Medical Bay with a disheveled Leonard McCoy trying to calm him down.
Kirk pushes him away with a deep animalistic growl as tears roll down his cheeks. The Captain is crying his eyes out, and most of the nurses have no idea what's wrong.
"Damn it Jim! We did all we could do-"
"Don't give me that fucking shit Bones!"
McCoy makes his way back to Kirk, continually telling him that there was no way to save him, he had lost to much blood. Kirk kept denying that, torn between crying like a baby, and screaming like a psycho.
Kirk's head pounded with too much blood. He had a headache that could kill, and his whole world was spinning
But he couldn't stop crying and screaming.
McCoy shouted at the nurses to get the fuck out, before pulling Kirk over to a chair, and making him sit down.
"Look, we're all going to miss him, but damn it Jim, you can't possibly be so damn sad about loosing the
Bella, a Mary Sue? The testBella, a Mary Sue? The test7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
¿Bella is a Mary Sue?
Let´s test her....
Well, since I talked with some twitards and they say Bella is not a Mary Sue (in fact in the chat I said that Bella is Smeyer, because they din´t know the term by the way), I made this article to show she is in fact a Mary Sue.
Well, how I should start?
Because some people (a lot of my friends) don´t know whats a Mary Sue, I´ll start with the definition of the term:
"Mary Sue, sometimes shortened simply to Sue, is a pejorative term used to describe a fictional character who plays a major role in the plot and is particularly characterized by overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as wish-fulfillment fantasies for their authors or readers. Perhaps the single underlying feature of all characters described as Mary Sues is that they are too ostentatious for the audience's taste, or that the author seems to favor the character too highly. The author m
Friendship and BrotherhoodAltair dragged himself through the white wet snow, hand clasped to his side to keep the blood in. It was no use, he knew. The wound was too big to cover with one hand. Blood continued to trickle from the slashed flesh. Hed jerked the knife out and left it in the snow some way back. He hoped the pursuers would not see it. His blood was enough of a trail for them to follow.Friendship and Brotherhood7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His breath was vapour in the air. He crawled on, face frozen in a grim expression of desperate determination. Malik was waiting for him back at that abandoned farm out in the country behind a snow-covered hill. He was no doubt worried that neither Altair nor Abbas were back yet. But he could do nothing they had agreed that he was to be ready to ride out when they got back from the task they had come to do.
The snow hissed under him, yielding to his body. His fingers were frozen from digging through it. His hand was so numb he did not feel it anymore. Nor was he aware of the cold gnawing at him, steadily w
Prime SadnessSpock Prime's eyes held a sadness that Kirk could see and feel.Prime Sadness6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knew perfectly well what any Spock looked like when a huge sadness had retched itself onto his heart.
The Enterprise had been sent on a mission to help with the repopulation of New Vulcan. Or Vulcan II, whatever ran off of Kirk's tongue at the time. Kirk happily accepted it, knowing that Spock would more than be happy to help also. (He didn't give a damn about if Vulcans showed emotions. They were there.)
Kirk just wanted to take Spock Prime and give him a big old hug when he saw his face.
Kirk was currently in a relationship with Spock.
When the words were processed in his head, it was weird. Of course it was new they hadn't even had sex yet (Kirk wasn't gonna push Spock to far. He had learned from Uhura that they hadn't even had sex.) but Kirk was still really happy it was true. Spock was his T'hy'la a Vulcan term for Friend/Brother/Lover and Kirk wouldn't have wanted it any other wa
Uncharted: AwkwardUncharted: AwkwardUncharted: Awkward4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was 9:55 PM when Sully walked in after having a meeting with a client and heard the sound of a pencil scratching paper. As usual, the teenager was sketching in his journal again sitting on the couch. If Nathan wasn't watching T.V. , doing homework, or reading he was sketching in that old journal again. Sometimes he just looked plain bored and played with an old red yo-yo or climbed up onto to the roof when it wasn't too hot or sunny. Sully wasn't the type to take on a responsibility such as this, he couldn't just leave the kid on the streets in Cartagena. Especially after what he'd been through. If he hadn't helped they would've killed him. A kid. Just for a ring that according to Nate could unlock a huge amount of treasure. He was used to living on the streets but with the power Marlowe has they would've squashed him like a bug eventually because he stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Whenever the su
When All Was GoldenLeonard stood in front of the collection of people. He wore his dress uniform and the gold braid was scratching his freshly shaved neck. He shifted his shoulders a little and glanced at Jim. The ship's captain looked excited. A broad grin had broken across his face a few weeks before when the engagement was announced and it hadn't faded since. He bounced a little on his heels in anticipation, his clasped hands repeatedly tensing and relaxing. Leonard looked back towards the crowd and then at the groom who stood in between him and Jim.When All Was Golden5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spock looked much as he always didhis expression blank and cold, his shoulders slightly hunched, his dress uniform so immaculate that Leonard wondered briefly if it had been placed over his shoulders by the angels themselves. The only differences that day were the way one of his eyebrows twitched every few moments and that his hands, which hung by his sides, had curled into such tight fists that his knuckles were white. Somehow, even though they had
Phan - Stranger, StrangerTitle: Stranger, StrangerPhan - Stranger, Stranger2 years ago in Horror More Like This
Rating: 12+? idk.
Warnings: nothing really.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dan nor Phil and none of this ever happened in real life.
Author's Note: slighty weird prompt from fy ffrind ifan.
'Good Morning and Welcome to BBC News. The Body of Youtube Sensation and Actor Chris Kendall was found today in his London apartment. 26 year old Chris - or better known under his online name 'Crabstickz' - was missing for 3 weeks before his body was discovered dumped in his bedroom. We have been told he was stabbed multiple times by his unknown murderer before his body was left in his house. His family have been informed and the Police have began an investigation. Long time friend and fellow Youtube Blogger Phil Lester says 'Chris was a good man and he will be truly missed by everyone'.'
Dan had always lived a very middle class life with his mother, father a
Hologram LoveEmotions were running through Spock's veins, horrific worried ones.Hologram Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He received the compact holographic disk from his mail carrier. It wasn't often that Spock received any CHD's (compact holographic disks), ever since he had retired from Star Fleet.
Spock was one hundred and four years old on this very date. It was his birthday, though Vulcans didn't support celebrating them. Spock had grown up to his mother giving him a present every year, and letting him do something fun, such as helping her in the garden instead of studying.
When Spock joined Star Fleet, he was influenced by all the humans he interacted with. When he was assigned to the Enterprise, the many friends he made there also celebrated his birthday. (After they had spent a good amount of time going through personal files to find out when his birthday even was)
Now, that he was back on Vulcan, preparing to be the Ambassador, while spending time with his dying father, he didn't have time to celebrate.
That's why the CHD was s
Don't Let Me Go ~ Phan"D-Dan?"Don't Let Me Go ~ Phan4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The small and hurt voice made Dan jump. He was lying on his bed in his pajamas, not yet under the covers, and he was on the internet, per usual. Immediate concern took over him. "Yeah?"
A few seconds later, the door creaked open and there stood Phil, clutching his stuffed lion Dan had one for him at the carnival. He looked like he had just woken up, his hair disheveled and his eyes red. It was then that Dan realized there were tears. "Can I come in?" he asked quietly, wiping at his cheek.
Dan closed his laptop and sat up immediately, nearly leaping off the bed. Instead he nodded and motioned for Phil to sit next to him. He sniffled and climbed up on to the bed. "Phil, what happened?" Dan asked, careful not to touch him unless Phil said so. It was almost painful, with the boy he was desperately in love with being hurt and Dan not doing anything about it. But Phil couldn't know. Not yet.
"A n-nightmare," he answered, his voice quivering.
Dan couldn't restrain any longer. He took
A Poem By Daniel Howell - Phan/Anti-PhanTitle: A Poem By Daniel HowellA Poem By Daniel Howell - Phan/Anti-Phan3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Genre: Umm.. a little bit of Fluff and perhaps Angsty? (so bad at genres)
Warnings: Incest, silly Dan
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil!
'The constant persistence was driving me crazy.
Teachers call me worthless, pathetic-
entirely unaware of the mountains of fractions and projects I've been told to do by every other clone in the school.
Don't talk back.
Don't look up.
Even when your eyes begin to close during lesson,
the exhaustion creeping into your system,
the disgust at how homework was eating you alive...
My mind begins to fuzz, stressful tears begin to fall.
The countdown begins.
- Daniel Howell.
My printer shook and juddered, echoing sharp buzzes and clicks around the silent house. Everyone was asleep, unknowing of the silent suffering that I was enduring.
I'm over worked to the point of self destruction. I punch walls and p
Late night cuddles - PhanKnock knock knock. Phil sighs and rolls over, thinking if he doesn't respond it will go away.Late night cuddles - Phan3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Knock knock knock. The door creaks as it is inched open. "Phil?" Dan whispers into the darkness as he poked his head around the door. "Dan, it's 2 in the morning!" Comes the reply. Dan takes this as an invitation to enter the room and does, tripping over an empty BOTTLE and cursing. Phil laughs and sits up. His duvet slides down and reveals his bare chest - Dan can't help but notice the slight speckle of chest hair, dark as the hair on his head. He smiles to himself - it's cute, really. There's nothing wrong with thinking that about your best friend. Right?
"Dan!" Phil shouts. Dan realises he hasn't been listening. His eyes snap upwards to Phil's face. A gap in the curtains allows for light to come through, seemingly targeting Phil's face. "Sorry, what?"
"I said, what are you doing in my bedroom at 2am?!"
Dan hesitates, suddenly feeling stupid. "Paranormal Activity freaked me the fuck out. The