First SnowFirst Snow3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Skye looked up to the darkening sky. "Tch, it's snowing… This could be good for us, I suppose. If we move quickly we can catch up enough to sniff them out before the snow gets too deep. Let's go, Copper."
She began walking away, expecting a snide, flirty comment to follow her almost right away and the patter of Copper's paws as he caught up. She expected him to say something like, "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, princess~" but all that she got was silence. She paused, waiting a few more heartbeats before turning around to see why she hadn't been followed.
He still sat just outside the shelter they'd stayed in, staring up at the sky. A stray snowflake drifted down and landed on his nose. Copper lowered his muzzle, staring cross-eyed at it before it melted away. He waited a moment, then stuck his tongue straight out, waiting for one to land there next. As she returned to his side, Skye had the thought that he could probably do that all day.
"And what do
.: Mommy....Daddy? *Story* :..: Mommy....Daddy? *Story* :.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The young merboy sat by the reef, minding his own business. It was sunny out and the rays of sunshine came through the water in a wave of beauty. Of course, the heat warmed the boy and made him relaxed, calm...His eyes fluttered open as he glanced over at his mother and father, whom were standing a bit away from the boy known as Vole. His mother seemed a bit flustered, of course it wasn't brought to Vole's attention that his father was proposing to her. Alas, of course, Vole only being around 6 years of age....he would yet to understand.
A voice so angelic called out to the little one," Vole sweetie, come over here! I have good n- " The sudden roar of panic and engines echoed through the water. It cut off Vole's mother, making her rather confused. Many fish zoomed past the 3 of them. A swordfish called out in hysteria," SAVE YOURSELVES! DON'T BECOME ENSLAVED! " The father and mother had no time to react....the vision of a net swished up c
Love and Lust: Chapter 1The way he tossed his golden-blonde hair to the side and theLove and Lust: Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
gleam in his perfect, gray eyes. He knew what I desired for when he looked at
me. I knew he knew.
The way his tan, lean, strong body glowed under the sun.
The half smile he had plastered on his mouth.
The slight mischief playing in the light of his face.
With but the slightest of a wink, he had me and I felt my
legs grow weak.
I was nudged back into reality by Josh, my best friend of 7
years now ever since I first spilled that chocolate milk all over his white tee
back in 8th grade. We still joke about how his shirt still smells
As I was snapping out of my dreamy state, I see a slight
eyebrow raise and that oh so perfected, closed in face.
“What?,” I flash a quick smile at him, “Taylor’s hot.” Another
I shoved his chest with both hands and threw back my head,
laughing, “You know you want a bromance with him!”
At that, he laughs too and we walk to the table we a
EnderDragon's TaleI have ruled this barren land for as long as it existed. You feeble players may believe it was created by your false god, "Notch". Fools. It was brought into existence far before your god was born. Before time itself was in existence, I created this world, but it came out mangled, not what I had imagined at all when I had envisioned it, full of white dust and tall, desolate obsidian spikes. I tried once more to create an alternate world, but this one also came out flawed, full of fire and hatred. Hell. I tried once more, and this time, I finally managed to create my "perfect" world. It was verdant and green, with towering trees and vast oceans. I was content with this world for a while, but it soon lost my favor, for it had no living beings to populate it. I first created peaceful animals, the ones you now call pigs, chickens and cows. I was pleased with these for a while, but I soon realized these three animals were not enough, so I tried again. However, my next creations came out witEnderDragon's Tale3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ukraine [ Our Quirky Family Chp. 7] Child!ReaderJust as a note, the reader is currently at Russia's home and is now six years old. So, this skips ahead only a little bit. Oh, the reader is also now fluent in Russian and Belarusian. They're almost finished with their lessons in Hungarian and have started their German lessons. Anything in italics is Russian.Ukraine [ Our Quirky Family Chp. 7] Child!Reader3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You sighed, staring up at the light blue ceiling dully. Today was one of those days. One of the days where you spent your time sitting in your room and remembering all the things you had to go through and challenges you had to face without a real, stable family. The list, as you noticed, seemed to stretch on forever. It was times like this that you missed your Mother more than ever. To make things worse, your Father had fallen ill. He was currently at a hospital in Spain. You'd visited last week and none of the countries had tried sugar coating it: your Father was in pretty bad condition. The constant traveling had been wear
[ Neko!England ] Backfired Chp. 2 [ Reader ]It took a while but both you and Arthur finally managed to gather your wits enough and stop panicking. So, here you were, an hour after the rather rude awakening, sitting on the couch across from your British friend who was now half cat. He was sipping his tea, wincing every once in a while whenever there was a particularly loud noise. Honestly, he’d wanted to go back to bed and die after what had happened last night and how he’d embarrassed himself in public. But, you weren’t going to let that happen because you had to figure out how the hell he’d managed to do this. Your arms crossed over your chest as you let out a huff.[ Neko!England ] Backfired Chp. 2 [ Reader ]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Well, you’ve certainly done it this time, Arthur.” You commented, not being able to stop the words before they escaped your lips.
He glared at you, but his heart wasn’t really in it. He was still reeling from the information and the awful hangover he had wasn’t helping the matter.
“So, how did yo
Italy x Reader: Pumpkin Picking"Vee~ (name) hurry up!" your Italian friend shouted to you as you walked from the kitchen to the living room. "I'm coming Feli, I'm coming!. You smiled. You and Feli were going pumpking picking since halloween was tomorrow. You and Feli were going to get pumkpins, and cut scary face into them and place them on your front porch, like many many people do on halloween. Italy started jumping up and down by the door. "vee~ this is going to be fun! I can't wait!" You giggled and grabbed your jacket. "Ok, ok Feli calm down. I'm excited too. Italy smiled and opened the door and ran out to the car. oh Italy...He was your very best friend. He was always so happy and hyper which made you laugh and always put a smile on your face. You greatly wondered how him and his older brother Lovino were even related! They were like two different people. Romano rarely ever smiled, he's always yelling at Italy and hates being around people like him. You and Romano were sort of good friends, since you were arouItaly x Reader: Pumpkin Picking3 years ago in Humor More Like This
APH PastaBurger OneshotFeliciano Vargas got constantly picked on through kindergarten onward. To the other kids, there was no better prey. He was small, skinny, and poor. His clothes were always ill-fitting, and then there was the funny-looking curl that stuck out the side of his head. Some of the others thought he was dumb, but he was smart enough to make C's and B's and the occasional A. He was a crybaby, too, and was afraid of the older ones who bullied him. It was like a routine every day. His lunch was stolen, he was constantly tripped, and sometimes, he was even so tormented that he was left outside on the playground, helplessly dangling from the monkey bars by his legs and a securely fastened jump rope.APH PastaBurger Oneshot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Until Alfred came.
Whenever a new student came, it was like a lovely surprise. If they were weak, they would be bullied. If they were strong, they were immediately accepted into the gang. So when the new student hailing from America arrived, everyone watched him carefully.
He was tall and lanky, but we
IcelandXDepressed!Reader Part 3 Iceland X Depressed! ReaderIcelandXDepressed!Reader Part 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Story By lilacgiraffe
**Note: Here I would normally post who requested it but since a lot of people want this I'm just going to give credit to OkamiTatsuya for requesting the first part. Enjoy the story and thanks for reading!
Also, there are author's notes so you can see how I felt when I read this over again. I know it takes away from the mood but vengefulamber said I couldn't kill you so this is how it went instead!**
You turned you hood up against the vicious winds, angry at yourself for forgetting a heavier coat but you had left it, along with other things(a/n: coughEVERYTHINGcough), at Emil's house and you weren't going back. The sun had already begun to set and you did the first thing you could think of. You went back.
Of course, your weren't retreating by any means! You were just going to get some stuff. You trudged heavily through the growing amount of snow on the road and stopped in front of the house. You sat against the side o
AmericaXReader Names ONESHOTAs you walked with the American, you hummed to a familiar tune.AmericaXReader Names ONESHOT3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
~La da da da, La da da da da da~
You looked up to see Alfred smiling at you sweetly.
"W-w-what? What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" You panicked.
"Dude, calm down! I was just listening to your singing!" He laughed as the two of you sat down on a public bench. You looked around the park and couldn't help but to smile. On the playground there were three little boys playing. One blond with sleek blond hair, one with messy brown hair and one with short black hair. Then, the little brown haired boy fell and he started to cry. Before you could even get up to try to help him, Alfred was already right next to the boy, helping him stand. As you walked closer, you could hear their conversation.
"Hey, why are you still crying?" He asked.
"B-b-b-b-because it hurts!" He bawled.
"What's your name?" You asked.
"Well, Feliciano, do you know what you name means in Latin?"
"It means happy, luck
RussiaXReader- SuicideYou ignored the squeals of people you pushed through, as you ran through random people on the streets to get to Ivan's house. You were running through huge mountains of snow and the freezing rain, but you didn't let the unfortunate weather slow you down. You couldn't let him do this to himself.RussiaXReader- Suicide3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"But I thought you loved me." Ivan said sadly.
"Well, I don't." You said, calmly.
You did seem calm on the outside, but on the inside, you were breaking. You never wanted to break up with him, but you couldn't take it anymore. You didn't love him anymore You loved Arthur. Ivan was showing more emotion than you had expected him to. You didn't plan this out well enough
"Then leave! LEAVE!" He shouted at you with a deeper voice.
You ran out of the house with your stuff, as you were already packed. You left without looking back.
End of Flashback
Your body was cold and numb on the outside, but your heart was beating out of you chest and your lungs were burning on
100 Writing Themes- FranceXGamer!Reader- 1. SmileTheme 1- Smile100 Writing Themes- FranceXGamer!Reader- 1. Smile3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Kesese! Come on, Francis! Before West gets here!" Gilbert said, dragging France over to the computer.
"Si, si! Hurry!" Antonio said, typing the name of your latest video in the YouTube search bar.
Francis groaned and down in front of the computer, waiting for the video to load. He had better things to do than to sit around and watch some person scream at jumpscares and rage-quit at puzzles. He could be watering his rose garden right now. Or feeding his cricket, Pierre. Or so he thought.
"Hey, guys! CupCake here! And I just wanted to tell you guys that today, we are going to play Slender!" you said, while Francis's jaw dropped. You were pretty.. Very pretty.
Gilbert laughed, than patted Francis's back, rather roughly. "Kesesese! I knew you'd like her!"
They continued watching, studying your every move, and looking out for the Slender Man.
"This scary music is kind of... Scary.. Oh no no no no, the screen is all weird! Where is he?.. I don't see him any- AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!
Song of the Century [Chapter 1]Song of the Century [Chapter 1]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everything hurt, from the dead weight his body became to the pounding agony in his head. Not only that, but before this sudden surge of consciousness there was nothing but a blank in his memory; he couldn't even remember where he was. The last recollection he had was at the G8 Meeting in England, but everything had seemed normal then . . .
"America," a voice called behind him, the blonde turned, grinning broadly as the host half-jogged to his side.
"Hey, England," he greeted the older country, hands stuffed in the pants pockets of his copper-coloured suit, "What's up? I haven't seen you run like that since you pulled out of India."
"Shut up, git." The green-eyed nation glowered, not appreciating the joke in the slightest, "And here I was actually feeling worried about you. Never mind then." The island nation straightened himself out with unconscious tugs at the lapel of his jacket, as though shedding off unwanted debris.
The American la
Waiting for my wingsWaiting for my wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And with my eyes standing on the sky,
waiting that my white wings
return to caress my silky skin,
I'm seeking a sign of your
dark presence upon me
remembering with burning longing
all those soft kisses exchanged
during the warm summer nights...
Valentine's Day AmericaXReaderAlfred F. Jones was, without a shade of doubt, not romantic. He had once told Francis, who had been telling one of his "wild sex stories", that romance was for pussys. Which sorta made him a hypocrite, considering what he was about to do.Valentine's Day AmericaXReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just another day. Well, that's what one would normally say, but today that certainly wasn't the case. It was Valentine's Day. Most girls adore Valentine's Day; you, however, were dreading it. You certainly couldn't skip an Allied Powers meeting, so you'd have to put up with Francis's crap. And, you were sure he had something special planned, since it's Valentine's Day and all that shit. Sighing, you ran out the door, jogging to the meeting.
Alfred F. Jones was, without a shade of doubt, not romantic. Except for today.
See, there was this girl Alfred's had his eyes on for a long time. _______. He admired your strength, how you didn't take crap from anyone. You were fast talking and you could stun just about anyone into silence. Plu
RomanoXReader: Handcuffed You glanced over to your left to see a forever PMSing Italian. You were quite used to this sight, actually. Ever since the two of you were somehow bonded together by some indestructible handcuffs, you both shared some fairly memorable moments with each other, all of which were awkward and unpleasant. Then again, things would never be pleasant with Romano around. The Italian was grouchy as hell.RomanoXReader: Handcuffed 3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sighed as you pondered on your current situation. This wasn't something you had planned for to happen while you studied abroad in Italy. Not at all.
You closed your eyes and thought back to the day you were first introduced (and handcuffed) to Romano. You had just gotten off the plane to Italy that day, and the two of you met in the most...peculiar way.
“Thank you for flying with Alitalia. We hope you have a great time in Rome.”
You groggily unbuckled your seat belt and stretched. Your limbs were aching from being confined in one spot. The excitement its t
JapanXReader Handcuffed: Chapter 1The country of Germany never ceases to amaze you. Everything was so exotic, from the Alps to the beaches, everything seemed so beautiful. Not to mention, the people were some of the nicest in the world! As you walked down the plaza in the small town, everyone greeted you with a big smile.JapanXReader Handcuffed: Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Oh, um Guten Tag!" You replied to the kind old lady. You didn't know much German, but you did know some basic words. You were actual a young journalist from (country). Ever since you were little you would write stories and dreamed about seeing the world, so when the (popular newspaper) said they would let you join the team you cried tears of joy. Your first assignment was to write about how it was like in many foreign countries. They are trying to have this new column to get people to explore the world. You got a bunch of European countries, varying from the Alps in Switzerland to the beaches of France. Your first country was Denmark, which you just came from.
As you walked some more down
Song of a Rebel: PrologueThe little girl opened her eyes.Song of a Rebel: Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She blinked, confused and disoriented. Looking around, she saw that she was lying in a large, soft field of green. She breathed in the fragrance of the fresh morning, warm sunshine dancing across her face, and a gentle breeze tickling her delicate nose.
The girl stood up. She wondered how she had gotten here. With no memories of anything before arriving in this field of grass, there was no way for her to know. She did know, however, that she somehow needed to find out. Far off in the distance, she could see a small town. Perhaps someone there would be able to tell her where she had come from, or what her purpose was.
The little girl began walking towards the town.
* * *
Arthur Kirkland sighed contentedly as he strolled through England's oldest colony, where he was currently living.
[HS] What Would Happen If It's All Over? [You][HS] What Would Happen If It's All Over?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been seventeen years. Your time passed, you're thirty. Living your own life, with a family, your own house, a job, taxes to pay, and food to put on the table. Two little children you've been blessed with, lightening up your mood and taking away the depression without knowledge. You sat in your office desk, where you calmly worked on paying off the house with your hardcore earned money. Holding your head on the palm of your hand and you let out a shaky, unsteady breath.
Your children charged in, roaring at each other and laughing. You looked up at them, in hopes that they did not smash any of your precious items. Their shirts and their hair color changed. Blonde, platinum blonde. Shorter hair and black shirts. With symbols on them that were familiar. They turned to you and smiled. "Mommy mommy!" The first one screeched out to you. There was a happiness and sadness that waved through you. She was wearing your wig. Some... Some character's wig. You coul
It's not my fault 2Snapped! CanadaIt's not my fault 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Eat it now!"
"I won't "
Matthew put the piece of bread on the floor next to him and slapped Francis on the face. "Well, then you'll have to stay hungry". Francis whined in pained as tears fall into his bruised cheek. Canada got up and went to the door "Remember, don't try to escape" he said before he closed the door.
France waited a few minutes before he looked around the shed. He had gotten used to the smell of death in the shed these past few days, weeks? He lost track of time. He saw that Slovenia's corpse had started to decompose. 'Alfred's must be in the same condition' Francis thought. The only light came from holes in the ceiling. He looked at the piece of bread Canada wanted to give him. It looked wet and dirty, with a little mold. He was tired, hungry, hurt, physically and emotionally, and in pain. Why mon petit Mathieu? Why are you doing this? These unanswered questions pass Francis' mind every once
Hetalia Fan Fic: One Last Try (Prussia)Hetalia Fan Fic: One Last Try (Prussia)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Prussia wasn't sure how he'd ended up lying there or for how long, but when he regained consciousness he could hear voices. He could hear familiar tenors in a room that wasn't familiar to him at all. It smelt damp, like an old underground bunker. He wanted to see the room, he wanted to open his eyes, but it felt wrong. The voices gathered were discussing him. He wasn't sure whether to feel smug or concerned by it. His eye lids felt too heavy to open.
The last thing he remembered doing was sitting outside an office with the Baltic States, waiting for Russia to reappear on the 25th February 1947. The last thing he remembered seeing was the cream and red hallway fade into darkness. The last thing he remembered hearing was a chair falling over as Lithuania and Estonia jumped to their feet, with Latvia's panicked scream.
Prussia recognised a smug English accent, which obviously belonged to eyebrows."I didn't realise it would happen so quickly..."
"Non, neither did I... I've 'eard of what 'a
AmericaXShyTsundere!Reader The HeroAmericaXShyTsundere!Reader The Hero3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You exited your home, adjusting your bag hanging off your shoulder. You turned to the street and sighed. You preferred to stay inside on your Saturdays and do something more productive yet required little to no human interaction but you had to go to the grocery store to buy some supplies.
You made you way down the street, plugging into your portable music player. You listened to your favorite song as you walked, staring down at the ground as it pasted you by. You zoned out into your own world with your music blaring that you did not notice a group of guys making their ways towards you, also absorbed in their conversation.
You slammed against one of them, your face burying into his back. You grunt a little, backing up. You glance up to see a tall blonde guy around your age looking down at you. He wore a bomber jacket, fur lining on the collar and sleeve cuffs. He wore a Captain America T-shirt with faded jeans that fitted his legs. You quickly avert your eyes. "Sorry..." You quickly sai
Prescription Heartsight: OneIt wasn't like you just woke up one morning and couldn't see to the other side of your room. No, it didn't happen like that. It's been a slow, painful process and you've just been dodging it until you really needed to do something about it.Prescription Heartsight: One3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Glasses were for losers, and that was pretty much you're main reason. There was no way you were going to walk around town with 5 pounds of plastic on your nose, assuming they'd be thick as hell. But when you start walking into shit in the middle of the day, you knew something was going to have to be done.
As a person graced with the genetic fuck-up known as albinism, you were already hypersensitive to light, but now your actual sight itself has gone to shit.
So you did a little research on eyewear, and it turns out that prescription sunglasses were a thing.
As much as you didn't want to, you were going to have to seek out your brother.
Your stone cold, awesome brother.
Puppets are awesome.
You exit your room, stepping over some junk on t