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
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,
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
Red, White, and Prussian Blue: EpilogueYou smiled as you rode into Philadelphia as an August sun set in the horizon. You were glad to be home. You patted your horse's neck and you flicked the reins. "Glad to be home?"Red, White, and Prussian Blue: Epilogue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You looked to your right at Gilbert. He insisted on escorting you back to Philadelphia when you found out it wasn't under British control. You smiled as the familiar buildings of your neighborhood appeared as you slowly made your way down the street. You grinned at him. "Yes, I am."
He grinned back and looked around. "Which one is yours?"
You stopped in front of your father's shop and you sighed. Home sweet home. You waited for Gilbert to come over and help you dismount. You almost had him trained. You grinned as he helped you down and you handed your reins to him. "American damen and their manners." he grumbled.
You smirked and walked toward your front door. You slowly unlocked it and you stepped inside. The air was musty from the months of not being cleaned. You sighed when you saw all the stock gone from th
I'll free you. [RoR - JenWen]I'll free you. [RoR - JenWen]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
In the world beyond our own, existed a small heaven for a small girl. Not quite a heaven you'd imagine with clouds and sky... but
rather a cold mansion filled with a warm aura. Nostalgia, so thick that you breathe it in. The Rose garden Orphanage, the home she
lost everything in. She had lived some time after the massacre, but she preferred to not think about it. She fancied the idea of having
never left the orphanage. Fancied the idea of having died with the rest. So she returned to the form of her child self and took her
afterlife there. Only difference was that this orphanage was not the cruel and cold place she grew to know. Instead, the welcoming
new home when she first arrived. It was golden like sepia, warm with sunlight and had her favorite record playing. Here the record
player worked! A lot of things worked in this orphanage. Though... all but the most important thing to her. Oh yes, she had her dear
friend there. Brown; the sweet little puppy. He was safe in the shed where s
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
The Pocket Watch (Introduction)The Pocket Watch (Introduction)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Pocket Watch (Introduction)
Seeing the Silver 15th century pocket watch could put any buyer in a gaze of wonder, curiosity, and also pity. Who would’ve been so foolish in to loose or misplace such a valuable item!? From its high craftsmanship to its prime silver detail in all of its unique display, what had happened to cause such a misfortune? This might just be one of those enigmas the world may never know but only guess.
“Do I see 150 dollars? 150? 150 people”, called the young a piped up gentleman at the podium. A mistress raised her hand for the first bid. “Okay madam. Do I see 200? 200 dollars for this extraordinary piece of work? Anyone? 200—.” An older man raised his hand in silence. The pawn shop must’ve only lasted a few minutes. Not because it wasn’t of value but of all the bidders whom wanted to obtain it. It was indeed a very excellent and well keep piece of work.
“As most of you already know, this pocket watc
When Thunder Strikes Ch. 22 [READER]"Tried to escape from me again, didn't you _?"When Thunder Strikes Ch. 22 [READER]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Absolute silence that no one wanted to break.
The moment you heard the voice, you didn't want to believe it was true. Out of all people in this world how could it be him?
It was unbelievable.
It didn't make sense.
It was terrifying.
Your mouth gaped, no words flowing out. In your mind, you kept reassuring yourself it wasn't him. But it had to be him; it was his voice that reminded you. And that voice sounded like a sound of thunder.
You never knew when it was going to come next. That's how you described his sudden appearance.
"Go on, guess." His voice sounded spiteful, sending instant chills sliding down your body.
Your heart jumped over a beat.
'It's not him.'
Saying his name would be impossible.
'He wouldn't come just to see me cornered would he?'
But it was true that it was him.
' No he would see he saw me in pain once...'
And he would see you in pain twice.
"Arthur." The name slipp
Mein Freund PrussiaXReaderMein Freund PrussiaXReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You knew Gilbert for lots of years. You were getting along with his little brother too, they had moved to your hometown with their grandfather when Ludwig was still a baby. In that time you were 12 years old and were one of the few people in your city who knew how to speak German.
You then began to be close to Gilbert. His Grandfather would sometimes ask you to babysit Ludwig, you would always accept because it was the times were you were pratically alone with your friend. Him and Ludwig were always excited about you coming at their home, the blond haired boy even called you "Schwester".
You cheered him up when he felt down, when he pretended he was having so much fun alone, and he did the same for you. However, you never dared to ask about him and Lud's parents, your mind telling you it was better like this.
When high school was over, you went on your own ways, separating from each other, but you kept contact and you used to spend you
Immortality is a pain p23 [Pirate!EnglandXReader]Chapter 23: Sleuthing through these closed walls.Immortality is a pain p23 [Pirate!EnglandXReader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur snuck out of his room and into the library. The corridors where empty, guards absent in the late ungodly hours. The thumps of his black boots echoed through the walls, the organized stone bricks called walls seemed to be closer than usual, the shadows swaying with the dancing orange flame of his candle. Quiet and chilly atmosphere was held through his long trip to the library that was a few hallways away from his stairway to seclusion.
"Some information has to be there" He murmured to himself. He walked towards the large double doors, and opened the room. The smell of ink and old papers perfumed the enclosed area.
He looked around, crouching down and letting the candle light his way. He looked at the map that he pulled out of his long red jacket. Unrolled it with one hand, and examined it. He didn't understand much other than what Lovino translated. He was also told once entering the area where the fountain resided that a certain
England X Reader: Ghost (4) Alternate EndingEngland X Reader: Ghost (4) Alternate Ending2 years ago in Romance More Like This
England X Reader: Ghost (4)
“So do you remember any of your dreams”, I asked him as a rolled into bed.
“Only you running away after I kissed you I saw clearly.
Everything else felt like a dream”, he chuckled as he wrapped
his hands around my waist onto the king sized bed.
“You know they say the White House holds the world’s most comfy bed”, I chuckled.
“Oh I see. This bed certainly is nice.” He snuggled so close to me that
I could feel the tickle of his breath on my neck. “But in the end, it was
your fault wasn’t it”, he whispered in my ear.
“I-I don’t know… But speaking of which… You said you were acting on your own will
so… your actions back then…” I remembered all the food and tea he’s given me and
the gentle embraced he pulled me to…
He kissed the nape of my neck and smiled. “Of course I meant what I did...
Regardless if we were
Sugar Plum Dreams- The FightHetaliaxReader: Choose your own adventureSugar Plum Dreams- The Fight2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You swung your legs out of the bed. You couldn't help it. You needed to make sure Grandpa's present was safe. Hadn't he made you promise to take care of it? You slid on some slippers before getting up. Padding softly to your door, you tried not to think of how dark it was in your room or how dark it would be downstairs. Your breath sounded heavily when you turned your door knob with as much care as possible. Once you heard a soft click, you pushed and, as silently as you could, you made your way down the stairs.
Of course, on your way down, a few stairs creaked under the weight of your tread, and you heard some muffled scampering. Rats, awful, awful rats. You wished you'd brought a candle or lamp with you; it was so dark. When you alighted on the marble floor just behind the grandfather clock, you nearly tripped over your Godfather's carpet bag. Had Octavius forgotten it? He was forgetful after all. But that bag was far too importa
EnglandxReader::Once Upon a Dream::PART IOnce Upon a DreamEnglandxReader::Once Upon a Dream::PART I2 years ago in Drama More Like This
England x Reader
This is a three chapter series for ~HipsterStache, I hope you like it, love.
One of the most asked question in the field of psychology is: "What do dreams mean?" Now, many have argued whether there are any symbolic meanings within them or if it's just the involuntary emotions and sensations that our unconscious body feels at that moment?
According to study, dreams last from a few seconds to almost twenty minutes; as the night progresses on though, the dreams become more vivid or much rather, bizarre. Dreams usually have various natures, ranging from frightening to exciting, magical, melancholic, adventurous, or even sexual; some can even drive a person to believe such imagery is realistic upon waking up.
A little fun fact: did you know that everyone you see in your dreams is people that you have seen in one point in your life? Whether it's your favorite cartoon character, or your biology partner, or even a random face you didn't e
EnglandXReaderXAmerica The Wounded Soldiers Ch. 5Previously in 'The Wounded Soldiers'...EnglandXReaderXAmerica The Wounded Soldiers Ch. 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
You woke up screaming.
"(Name)! What is it?"
Two pairs of arms wrapped around you. "You're...not dead! I did save you! Thank god!"
Arthur and Alfred gave you confused looks. "Nightmare?" asked Arthur.
You nodded and shuddered. "All of you were trying to kill me because I couldn't save you."
"Nonsense (Name), we're alive and well thanks to you."
You sighed and looked out your window. You could hear sounds of gunfire in the distance. 'More injured soldiers. When will this blasted war ever end?'
"I've got to go back to work...There's food in the fridge for you to have for lunch." you said.
Dragging yourself out of the bed, you grabbed the pistols you had bought. "Here." you said handing the guns to them. "Just in case. Lay low. I'll see you when I get back."
Sighing, you head to work to face more blood, death, and destruction. More men died under your care. 'Damn th
Holiday special 7 Prussia x reader New Years GiftPrussia x readerHoliday special 7 Prussia x reader New Years Gift2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
New Years gift
You were standing at Times Square, New York, hugging your boyfriend in the tight space. It was really crowded and loud people were steaming all around you. Last month, Gilbert had given the idea of spending New Years in New York and of course you said yes since you always dreamt of seeing the ball drop. You arrived last week and started to get suspicious of Gilbert. Every day, for a couple of hours, Gilbert would sneak out by giving you random excuses. You were starting to get worried.
Now as the cool air bit at your cheeks, making them red as you glanced at Gilbert. You knew
he had problems with commitments, but he convinced you that he really did love you but now you were starting to worry. Even if you trusted him. You took in the sight, all the lights coming from the screens as they showed videos and pictures of people all jumbled together as the clock showed 11:59. One minute to go!
Sooner than you expected, the countdown started. You joined in screa
El recuerdo de mi madreAh medida que crezco me he dado cuenta que nadie me quiere, fui arrebatado cruelmente del lecho de mi madre al nacer, ¿acaso no tengo recuerdos felices? Mi madre fue una gran guerrera, tan así que todas sus luchas salía victoriosa, siempre con cara de orgullo sonreía y protegía a su gente de cualquier extraño que asechara la aldea donde vivía. Quien diría que el amor le haría perder lo más preciado que tenía. Ella era una mujer hermosa, quizás no una mujer de porcelana como se tiene la costumbre o la ideología de mujer bella, simplemente era hermosa y con eso basta, poseía un carácter rudo aunque no por eso no era una persona linda, por el contrario luchaba siempre por sus ideales y por el bien de la gente que amaba, trataba bien a todas las personas que conociera, con excepciones claro, todo el mundo las posee.El recuerdo de mi madre2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Un día ella se enamoró, después de todo, todos en el mundo buscan ser amados
Sounds of cicadas and loveSounds of cicadas and love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The end of summer. A time to get ready for the new school term. Sunlight streamed through the windows and shadows danced on the foyer floor of The Rose Garden Orphanage. I could hear Mr. Hoffman's cleaning music blaring from the speakers, along with the chirping of cicadas.
I dipped the sponge into the soapy water and started to wash the window. Wendy, Meg, Diana, and I were tasked with cleaning the windows and front of the orphanage, while the rest of the orphans cleaned the inside. When we were done, we could play.
I saw Wendy, the Lonely Princess, drop her sponge into the water and pick up her bucket. She started to walk to the door, but stopped and dropped her pail suddenly. She started coughing. Martha, the Queen of Cleaning, appeared in the doorway, picked up Wendy's pail, and ushered her inside. She only stop to give me a disapproving look.
I quickly finished my window and plucked a rose from the bush by the door. I started to go inside, only stopping to realize that I had forgo
She Searches for You- Chapter IIIIII.She Searches for You- Chapter III3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It took Sigyn less than a day to find any sort of civilization, though it certainly wasn't what she was hoping to find. This town was small, little more than a handful of roads and buildings and so quiet that for a moment Sigyn feared it was abandoned. When someone came out of a building with the word 'Diner' in glowing, flickering script above it she nearly jumped at the sudden disruption. A quick glamour concealed the cut on her face and altered her clothing to make her clothing look less Asgardian.
The diner was nearly empty when she entered, a single bell announcing her arrival. A woman with greying red hair came out from the back. "What can I get for you, honey?"
When Sigyn opened her mouth the words wouldn't come. It had been many years since she'd last been to Midgard and suddenly she felt very lost. Something as simple as ordering food shouldn't be this difficult, but contact with anyone after days of paranoid isolation left her overwhelmed.
"Hey, you alright?"
The loud cl
generosityHello, love.generosity4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Voice like velveteyes so bright
By what name goes this faery knight?)
She can't think of anything but inane rhymespoems from someone else's childhood.
Such a cold greeting, precious. Won't you at least say hello?
It really is cold, she hadn't noticedthere's the white-hot glare of snow and ice all around them. Or perhaps the ice is only in his eyes; she can't tell anymore. Nonetheless she shivers.
He's unperturbed as usual, devastatingly composedoblivious, she supposes, to the biting cold. The wind whips up the worn edges of his white cloak, gives him wings for just a moment. An owl, perhaps, but a moth-eaten one.
She almost pities him, but of course that's not right. She's the one kneeling before him in the snowdid she fall? she can't remember. It's not fair, she thinks, but the words are frozen to her tongue.
(a lovely lady rode him fair beside
upon a horse more white than snow
yet she much whiter, but the same did hide
Visiting the place where my Prince diedVisiting the place where my Prince died2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A bus rambles down a country road. Each bump in the rocky road transferred to the people inside. There was a handful of people in the bus. A farmer and his son, a couple from the town over visiting friends in the next, and a girl of 19 with hair as bright as the sun.
The girl was out of place compared to the others. While the other people looked quite healthy, the girl was pale and rather sickly-looking. She was wearing a long, baby blue dress, complimenting her sunny hair and sad blue eyes. Several other things made her stand out was the red brooch on her neck, a bouquet of roses, and a worn-out paper book she carried in her hands.
The bus continued on it's way for several miles. As the bus passed an old bus stop and a bench with a path heading into a forest, the girl jumped up and almost lost the roses she held in her hands as she steadied herself.
She caught them, but some petals fell to the floor of the bus, like drops of blood. The girl made her way unsteadily to the driver and as