Algo mas que profesor y alumno Cap4__________________Algo mas que profesor y alumno Cap43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Esa mañana había sido más agitada de lo común, eso descolocaba un poco a Victoria, quien a diferencia de todos los días, hoy se veía desanimada y no hablaba casi nada, lo que tenía desconcertado a la mayoría.
Todo el curso de la chica se reunía como siempre en el patio para la clase de gimnasia. A los chicos les gustaba ver a las chicas en shorts y a las chicas les gustaba ver como los chicos hacían deportes, sin embargo
-Hi! Soy Alfred y seré su profesor de educación física!-
Bastó el enérgico saludo del rubio para llamar la atención curiosa de todos los que se encontraban allí.
El joven profesor de anteojos apareció despampanante con un balón en la mano y la otra apoyada en la cintura, sin mencionar el bolsito de colación que colgaba de su muñeca.
-Oh ¿es inglés?- preguntó emocionada una chica al notar el acento del apu
HuascarCaminaban entre las calles de Talcahuano cuando se les ocurrió ir a parar a la Base Naval de esa misma ciudad. Entrar no fue difícil, pues Manuel tenía libre acceso a lo que incluía todas esas cosas y sólo dijo que Miguel le hacía compañía. El guardia los dejó pasar y, como un niño en una dulcería, Perú se acercó al mar del lugar, mirando con nostalgia cierto objeto flotante que desde hacía muchos años Chile conservaba como un trofeo.Huascar2 years ago in Romance More Like This
González lo miró desde atrás con un semblante neutro. El tema de la devolución del Huáscar era algo que estaba lejos de ser diferente a un sueño peruano. El hecho de que Miguel mirara aquella nave con los ojos tristes y con la mente ida, no iba a convencerlo de nada.
Se le acercó, colocándosele a un lado. Giró su cabeza encontrándose con la mirada peruana no posada en la suya y sonrió con tristeza. El hecho
Alive-Chapter Two"Bonjour! Comment allez-vous?" a scratchy voice from a CD player said slowly. "Hello! How are you?"Alive-Chapter Two6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Bonjour," Seras repeated slowly while sipping on a water bottle (yes, she was supposed to be drinking blood, but what Master doesn't know won't hurt him). "Commo allay voo?" She sat up straight in her chair and frowned, puzzled. Was that right? She pronounced it the way the translator said it, right?
"Je suis très bien, merci! Et vous?" the voice continued from her CD player. She leaned forward, listening closely. "I am very well, thank you! And you?"
"Je swee tray bien, marsey. Eh voo?" she repeated, rocking back and forth in her chair. This was a lot harder than she expected. But it could be worse she could be learning Gaelic.
"Miss Victoria, what are you doing?" a voice called. She yelped, pressed the pause button and turned towards the door. It was Integra, arms crossed, eyebrow cocked and a cigar hanging lazily from her mouth. She didn't look happy. "Are your missions fo
Oops...Oops...Oops...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: Our valiant hero strikes out against a terrible foe! But wait, is there still trouble ahead? What could be worse than facing down this creature? Zack Fair is about to find out...
Setting: before Crisis Core
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Squeenix does. 'Nuff said?
Zack knocked on the apartment door, calling out as he tentatively entered the room.
"Angeal? You in here?"
Silence answered his question. Giving a slight 'humph' of annoyance, Zack walked through the apartment, searching for some clue of where his mentor may have gone. There was nothing. No clues. Only an illuminated computer screen.
Glancing left and right, Zack hesitated then bolted over to the computer. He sat on the chair and fixed his eyes on the screen, before the chair rotated.
"Woah!" he cried out, before realising it was a 'wheelie chair'. Smiling happily to himself, Zack spun several more times.
Pulling himself back to his original intentions, Zack examined t
Just a Touch...Just a TouchJust a Touch...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: An insight into the mind of Cloud Strife, who feels guilty for a lot of things in his life. He does not know how to let go or let others in.
Setting: Probably during Advent Children
Disclaimer: Don't own it, or any of the characters. It all belongs to Squeenix. -sniff-
Final Fantasy VII
~Just a Touch~
When all the lights go out
I am left here alone
No-one there beside me
Left alone with my thoughts
I dont really know how I turned out this way.
Twisting and turning
Unable to escape
I'm a prisoner I'm a slave
I'm the executioner at my hanging
I guess it all started when they died.
My blood is on my hands
I try to put it on you
The innocent now the guilty
The murderer now goes free
You look at me
Do you see the lies behind the smile
The death behind the life
Everyone says it wasn't my fault, that nothing I could've done would have changed the outcome.
I just can't
Falsa Traicion. Cap 11: Falsas VerdadesPlena tarde, y su rostro eternamente adorable de un joven de 18 años parecía decaer ante todo. Al llegar a su casa y tirarse en su cama, un grito ronco y sufrido salió de su garganta. No sabía cómo demonios expresarse, cómo explicarse Ni la literatura lo ayudaría, ni escribir ni su hermosa música, necesitaba otra cosa algo para convencerse completamente de que su corazón seguía latiendoFalsa Traicion. Cap 11: Falsas Verdades2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Extrañó a su abuela, sus caricias y consejos. Aquellos años despreocupados en donde todo lo que realmente importaba era protegerse los unos a los otros. Donde la economía no se conocía entre su pueblo, cuando no existía el vocablo "política" entre sus diálogos. Cuando todo era mucho mejor Martín y él jugando, dos niños pequeños, desconocidos, de tierras vírgenes y puras listas para recibir a los conquistadores españoles.
Así se lo había enseñado A
Oneshot- UK x Chi: JuntosArthur sacó la champagne de la nevera, Manuel se encontraba dandose una ducha luego de haber hecho el amor encima de la alfombra-sonrió mientras recordaba lo delicioso que se sintió el haber sido uno- No era la primera vez que lo hacian, pero siempre era especial...Oneshot- UK x Chi: Juntos2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Y ahora como buen caballero le haria de cenar (aunque sus artes culinarias no siempre fueran las mejores)
Revisó en la cocina de la habitacion que era lo que encontraba, habia pedido que expresamente que llenaran la nevera con comida para una semana, y lo habian cumplido a cabalidad.
-mmm-mordió sus labios mientras su mirada recorria de arriba a abajo, decidió hacer algo simple, que no llevara a la destruccion de aquella hermosa cocina de marmol-esto es perfecto- tomó las frutas,el chocolate y la crema, si habia algo en lo que era bueno, era con las cosas dulces.Picó las frutas en cubos, mientras derretia el chocolate a baño maria, las dejó repartidas en dos copas de vidrio,
Zutara Week 2012: WhimsicalZutara Week 2012 Day FourZutara Week 2012: Whimsical2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Cactus Juice, Part II
When Katara had found out that Zuko had been drugged and pranked by the two most dishonest, mean-spirited teens in their group, a wave of overprotectiveness swept over her. She hadn't really been able to do some good old-fashioned mothering in months, at least not without having to endure Toph's snide comments or Sokka's relentless teasing. But, here was a poor, naïve boy that had fallen victim to a cruel prank, and, this time, Toph and Sokka wouldn't dare to interfere. So, naturally, she had taken the quivering boy by the hand and let him to his room, speaking reassuring words and stroking his hair in an effort to calm him down.
Unfortunately, her mothering instincts, which had momentarily overridden her better judgment and overwhelming hatred of the very boy she was currently helping, had given out very soon after she reached his bedr
ArgChi AguaAgua, como te deseoArgChi Agua2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Estiré mi brazo.
Agua, te miro y te quiero.
Los granitos de arena se extendían por todo mi cuerpo, brillando opacamente bajo el sol.
Agua, corriendo en el tiempo.
Cada respiro me daba más calor.
Agua, bailando en manos del sol.
Ya podía alucinar. Veía cataratas.
Agua, sal de mi canilla.
Quiero que me hagas cosquillas.
Me dolía la garganta, seca como la arena en la que yacía acostado.
Siempre, sonido sonriente.
Y torturante. Se sentía una tortura.
Dame, que es grande mi confusión.
Me lamí los labios, paspados por la falta de líquido.
Agua, cayendo del cielo.
Vi su color incoloro.
Agua, con furia y sin freno.
Calló sobre mi cabello, fresca y pura como nada en el mundo.
Lava todos mis recuerdos.
¿Quién osa romper las cadenas con las que cruelmente el calor me aprisionó?
Dame en tus hojas la bendición.
El agua fría me mojó toda la cabe
The Warmth of My Memory (Pitch!Fatherly/Jack)The Warmth of My Memory (Pitch!Fatherly/Jack)10 months ago in Drama More Like This
I stood there in silence , as I saw him rise from the frozen lake. He had hair as white as snow and crystal blue eyes. I smiled. Another spirit that Manny had created. He landed on the lake freezing the area where had arose. He looked at the moon in wonder and the looked around. Manny must have put him here to spread winter across the world. The boy stepped on a staff under his feet he picked it up, looking as if he discovered something new.
The staff fumbled around in his hand and fell on the lake creating frost marks. The boy looked at the staff in shock. He picked up the staff and went over a tree that was nearby. He tapped the tree with the staff. A big smile spread across his face as frost marks formed on the tree. His warmed my heart. I hadn't felt like this for a long time. It reminded me of my past self, General Pitchner. The boy reminded me of her.
The boy ran around the lake smacking the staff on the surface, laughing. A small breeze went past my head and picked up the boy, p
Pears PearsPears5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lily watched the limp potato peels drop onto the newspaper on the table in front of her, as she helped Molly prepare the evening meal, and tried to ignore the heat of Sirius' arm pressed against hers. He was sitting too close again-always too-too everything these days. He talked too loud, he got too drunk, he whined too much about needing to get out of Grimmauld Place, as if she didn't want to get out just as badly... She felt his leg rub up against hers under the table, and added too randy to her growing list. Honestly, she didn't know whether she wanted to slap or kiss him.
She had been pent up too long here with him.
FaithThe room was quiet, save for the sound of wooden planks being moved. It seemed louder than it actually was, but Sam tried not to concentrate on that. He was tired, and just as tense as the silence was, but he didn't have time to rest. Jess was in danger, and that fact was all the fuel he needed to keep going.Faith4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He could just barely hear Claire fiddling with Bobby's old radio in another room in a desperate attempt to find out what was happening outside of the small diner that had become both a safe house and a war-zone for their sad little group. Sam felt sympathy for the poor girl; her father, Jimmy, was dead, and her mother, Amelia, was slowly spiraling downward into the pit of insanity-to a point where she had to be tied to a chair just to keep her from hurting someone, or herself.
If they got out of this alive, Sam hoped that she would make it. She couldn't have been more than-what, fifteen, sixteen maybe? A girl like her shouldn't be in such a situation.
Sam sighed quietl
A Magical EveningDISCLAIMER: I do not own "Avatar: The Last Airbender". The show and its characters belong to Mike and Bryan, the brillant geniuses behind one of the greatest cartoon shows in the history of cartoons. Their work is legendary, and I salute them for it. I also do not own "The Legend of Korra" or any of the characters associated with it. I am merely a fanboy who is eagerly awaiting the return of one of the greatest shows ever created.A Magical Evening3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Magical Evening
Bolin jumped back into his bed the moment Korra and Mako parted ways, the Avatar heading back to Air Temple Island with Naga and the Probending Firebender heading back to the Arena. Even as the Earthbender tucked himself in and turned his back to the attic door, Bolin couldn't contain the estatic, giddy smile on his face. His brother and Korra had just shared their first kiss! Just the very thought that Mako had finally found someone to call his own sent endless, vibrant waves of happiness roaring through Bolin's heart.
Bad DreamsDISCLAIMER: I do not own "Avatar: The Last Airbender". The show and its characters belong to Mike and Bryan, the brillant geniuses behind one of the greatest cartoon shows in the history of cartoons. Their work is legendary, and I salute them for it. I also do not own "The Legend of Korra" or any of the characters associated with it. I am merely a fanboy who is eagerly awaiting the return of one of the greatest shows ever created.Bad Dreams3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her heart mercilessly thrashed against her ribcage as she ran, feet aching as they pounded against the floor, striving to carry her away from danger as fast as possible. Lungs burning, she looked behind her as she ran, seeing if he was still following her. The cold, metal hall behind her was vacant, void of all life, leaving only darkness in the absence of life.
"You can't escape, Avatar," echoed the slick, steely voice of the horror she was running from, his voice seemingly everywhere at once, leaving her no room for respite. "I w
WorthyHe never sleeps. Sometimes, he lies idle during the night in his throne room, but he is always awake. Tira knows this, though sometimes she still creeps in at midnight in the hopes that this knowledge is wrong. She wants to kneels at her masters side, touch the gnarled flesh of his monstrous arm, press fingers and lips to his burning armor, wash his feet with her hair. Instead, she is met with roaring anger for her trespass, sending her whimpering with fear and disappointment back into the corridors.Worthy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She has taken to lurking outside the castle walls in the evening, placing a physical barrier between herself and her desires. Instead, she sates another urge--would-be attackers find themselves lying in pieces, glassy eyes staring up at the uncaring moon and deaf ears assaulted with the pounding of ravens wings. In the morning, when her master stirs from his wakeful trance, he may acknowledge her kills with an approving grunt, and Tira then glows with pride.
Occasionally, he ev
Raging Souls Kilik had come this far. He would not allow himself to back down. That sword that had caused him so much grief and sorrow, he would destroy it. Then, perhaps, there would be a little less evil in the world. Perhaps it would be a little better a place to live. He knew that Xianghua wanted to find the blade herself and destroy it but he couldnt let her risk her life. He had known he would have to face her for a long time but here and now? This was far too poetic. Right on the brink of destiny their sword and staff would clash. The winner would face evil itself and stare it in the face. Destiny had decided that whoever won the battle would destroy this evil being but how was Kilik to know that Xianghua would succeed? He feared for her because he loved her. As he sat and waited he reflected back on another friend he had had to defeat on his perilous journey. He remembered striking down MaxRaging Souls6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
RunningShe ran from him.Running2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And it hurt. Because he knew that she didn't understand. Because he knew that she didn't believe him when he'd told her that it didn't matter if she was the Avatar or not, that she didn't believe him when he'd told him that he loved her. And he loved her. He did.
He needed her to believe him.
It was too cold with her gone.
Mako heard the crunch of snowy footsteps behind him, and he tensed but did not turn around. He stared at the open gate, at the stark, snowy field that lay in front of him, at her absence that burned his cheeks.
"We need to be patient with her," Tenzin said. Mako glanced off to the side. "It will take time for her to accept what has happened." But he didn't want to be patient. He couldn't wait. He'd been pushing her away for so long, hurt her so many times, and now when she finally, truly needed him, she was gone and he was left alone, staring at nothing. If she were in his position, she'd wouldn't be standing here waiting. So that's when he knew.
HealShe could hear them. The children and adults all heading towards the church to be healed from their geostigma. She could hear their laughter and happiness as the hope they had been holding onto proved to be worth it.Heal6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She leant her head back against the wall. No one would find her here. No one would come and bring her to the church to be healed. She had chosen this place specifically so no one could find her and now it was the one thing that made the tears slip down her cheeks.
She had watched her brother die and had believed the same would happen to her. She wanted peace for her final moments, but what did she get?
The knowledge that she was going to die alone in here while listening to the happiness of everyone else being healed.
Her eyes drifted down along her arms which were black with the stigma, and then down to her legs. Her trousers were drenched in the stigma that had come from her own body, and she knew because she had tried before that she could not walk.
She was going to die
F.O.E.: ClytieShe watches him, sometimes.F.O.E.: Clytie2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She knows she’s not supposed to, because he is Evil and she is Good and they just don’t mix, but sometimes…
She’s not sure when the claws went from frightening to interesting, or his red skin from awful to exotic, his voice from terrible to hypnotic. In fact, she’s not sure of anything until she wakes up to the sound of the hotline and freezes, instead of entering the battle.
He’s horrible, he’s evil, he’s wrong, he’s beautiful, she sings to herself as she bites her lip. Horrible, evil, wrong, beautiful, she hums as she lets him tear down a skyscraper.
Horrible, evil, wrong, beautiful, she chants as she pummels him in the stomach. She relishes these little fights. They’re all the contact she gets with him. She’s in trouble and she doesn’t even know how it began.
She learns not to hesitate. She teaches herself to be steel. She figures out how to hurt him so maybe he’ll stop being s
OHSHC - Summer Hosts - 5OHSHC - Summer Hosts - 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ouran High School Host Club Tale:
Part Five: Too Many Idiots for One Hotel
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Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
- Charles M. Schulz
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"I recommend the chocolates! Tama-chan made them! He burnt the first couple batches, but now he's really good at it! Right, Takashi?"
"We agree. The white chocolates are definitely the ones to try. They're Haruhi's favorites, and he doesn't really even like sweets."
"Ah! REALLY?! Haruhi, you like daddy's white chocolates?! Why didn't you say so?!"
"Because I knew you'd go and make a big deal out of it."
I sighed with a smile. I don't know what it was about this bunch of idiots, but just sitting around a table with them and our customers made for some of the best times in life. Normally, I wasn't one to relax and laze about - especially not during working hours - but the day was winding down to an end, and I had already finished the books for the Bed and
Algo mas que profesor y alumno Cap6-¿Dónde está Martín?- el ojinegro cuestionó curioso mientras bajaba las escaleras como todos los alumnos al término de clases.Algo mas que profesor y alumno Cap63 years ago in Romance More Like This
-Ni idea, se saltó las clases y de ahí no supe más- el chico más bajo y de cabello castaño miraba a todos lados en busca de su hermano.
-Ah, pues, él creo que andaba buscando al profe de práctica- sonrió divertido ante la evidente molestia del brasileño al escuchar eso -No te preocupes, Luciano. Todos sabemos que Seba es únicamente tuyo- se burló
-¿Qué dice?- se sonrojó apenado.
El otro iba a responder cuando encontró al chico que buscaba al otro lado de la montonera que siempre se juntaba en la salida.
-¡Eh, Julio! ¡Acá!- saludó con una sonrisa al menor.
-¡Migue!- cruzó para saludar a su hermano seguido por Daniel, su inseparable "amigo".
-¿Cómo andas?- lo abrazó de los hombros, cariños
Algo mas que profesor y alumno Cap3CAP 3Algo mas que profesor y alumno Cap33 years ago in Romance More Like This
-¿Qué querés tomar?
-Té- fue la simple respuesta. El rubio apoyó la carta en la mesa y miró con sus verdes ojos al castaño.
-¿Qué?- cuestionó inquieto por la mirada del argentino
-¿Te gusta el té?- preguntó incrédulo.
-See ¿a ti no?
-Ni de broma- cerró el menú con rapidez -Soy fiel a mi mate- dramatizó.
-Noté tu acento desde el principio- apoyó su mejilla en su mano, observándolo con detenimiento -Argentino matero a morir ¿verda´?
-Y vos: chileno ¿los ingleses te pegaron lo de andar tomando "tecito"?-preguntó con igual ironía que el castaño, sin dejar de mirarse a los ojos.
Se habían robado la confianza así de fácil, en algún momento Martín comenzó a tutearlo y lo trató como un viejo amigo echándose "bronca".
-Es irónico que digái eso cuando estamos en una cafetería ¿sabí?
El "camaleón" Manu IPrologo.El "camaleón" Manu I2 years ago in Humor More Like This
El de cabello castaño oscuro miraba a traves de su celda. ¿Que había hecho para merecerlo? ¿Solo hacer reír a la gente? Muchos estaban enojados con él, lo sabía. Si antes había tenido amigos, ya no tenía ninguno. Estaba solo, completamente solo. Martín y Arthur (que antes se peleaban a combos, a parte de sus conflictos, por él), ahora ni lo querían mirar. Nunca debió de haber empezado con todo eso... Y todo por culpa de su gran e increíble talento.
Algunos dicen que los talentos se descubren desde siempre; otros, que aparecen en el momento adecuado. Esta vez, fue lo segundo...
I.- "Un talento oculto"
Manuel González escribía tranquilo un poema, sentado en la baranda de la terraza. La fresca brisa marina llegaba a sus pulmones y lo relajaba. Los que pasaban por la calle y alzaban la vista lo llamaban deme
Out of ControlSometimes, it scares him, the way that uncontrollable rage erupts into his mind and churns in his stomach unprompted and unbidden. He feels his blood burn hot, almost boiling, and when it subsides theres a shadow of something else left behind, another consciousness pressing on his mind. He feels sick at the thought of how easily he could lose himself and go too far, and the idea of something else controlling his actions makes his skin crawl.Out of Control6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's Soul Edge.
He can practically hear Kilik's voice in his ears when it occurs to him, see his look of mixed concern and empathy when he closes his eyes and tilts his head back. He's barely conscious of the way his fingers have wrapped around his nunchaku in a death grip, and he can't stop himself from wondering: Am I any better than who I'm hunting now?