YOU CHOOSE Hikaru x Reader x KaoruYOU CHOOSE Hikaru x Reader x Kaoru1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: In this story you will sometimes get to choose a twin or an action etc at the end of the chapter! The choices you make affect the story and eventually who you actually end up with! Sometimes however, you will be told which selection you have to make for example if you chose Hikaru once, you may have to pick the opposite twin for the story to make sense. But don't worry, I'll let you know when that happens ^^ Anyway, enjoy the story of your making! ^^
"Kaoru! Hikaru! Will you wait up? Ugh!" You shout after the twins who were hurrying away from you to the host club in music room 3. Of course they were teasing you, knowing you couldn't catch up with having such shorter legs.
It's not my fault that they're freakishly tall for their age... you gasped, finally catching up to them as they slowed their pace purposefully. At least they were a little merciful.
"It's sad how much fun you get from pulling the same prank on me every week." You grumbled, walking in between the two
One, two, threeMy boyfriend watched, open mouthedOne, two, three2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I unscrewed the lid of your urn,
and ran my fingers through your ashes.
Your depression, your soul dust.
I felt nothing other than
an ocean roiling beneath my ribs,
and an urge to hold the brass ossuary,
and rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you despised religion.
But he left out the part
where you did believe in a God,
just that he was always punishing you.
“There was nothing you could have done”
said the other uncle.
I think of all those spent wishes,
the birthday candles extinguished for gifts,
the meteor showers I wasted on love,
the prayers offered from family friends
that are now given a little too late.
This year, I turn 22 years old.
But when I blow out the candles,
my wish won’t matter.
None of them did.
Two (Hikaru x Reader x Kaoru)You lay sandwiched between two red-headed devils on a lazy summer afternoon. Hikaru had his arms looped around your waist, your back to his chest. Kaoru's head rested by your collar bone as he lay on top of you. You didn't mind. This is what the three of you did almost every weekend when you had nothing to do. You loved staring up at your ceiling, trying to keep your breath in time with both brothers. You know that most girls at Ouran would kill to be where you are right now, after all, you were technically "in bed" with two of Ouran's most popular boys. But, you didn't see it that way. You had known the twins for almost a year now with your freshman year coming to a close. All you saw that day was three friends just laying there, enjoying the music the birds spoke to each other just outside the window.Two (Hikaru x Reader x Kaoru)9 months ago in Romance More Like This
"I love you guys" you sighed, almost as an afterthought. You knew you didn't have to explain what you meant because they simply nuzzled closer to you. You felt so connected to the two b
The Price of Opting OutShe woke up not in a pool of her own blood, but in the alley behind her house with one wrist healed new and pink. As light filtered down through the trees, she slapped her hand across her eyes and bolted the last few meters into her suite. Diane woke up with the sun. Slamming the door, she closed the blinds in the living room and blinked in the darkness. Making a small sound, she examined the scar on her wrist. Only the smallest traces of blood remained over what had obviously been a twisted wound. It tapered off in the impression of teeth, and she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.The Price of Opting Out1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The phone she had left on the sink sat dead, and she checked for her pulse.
“One, two, three...” she muttered numbers and patted her still sore wrist for a pulse. Her neck was next. Prodding, she found nothing. She tried with her other hand, and still found nothing. Looking up, she saw her reflection hover like a ghost in the mirror. Her eyes were a wide, milky white that turned sharp
Right There All Along Kaoru x readerYou pound on the door, tears streaming down your face. Your best friend opens the door.Right There All Along Kaoru x reader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"(Name)?" Kaoru asks. You throw your arms around him, crying softly into his shoulder.
"What happened" he whispers into your hair
"H-Hikaru" you choke out. Kaoru sighs and pulls you through the door, closing it behind you.
This has happened to you twice before this week. Your relationship with the red head was falling apart.
"What did he do?" Kaoru asks when you sit on the couch, he gets up to make you some tea.
"He got mad at me..." You say. Kaoru freezes.
"If he- (name), you would tell me if he hurt you, right?"
"He didn't. Not physically. But I would tell you if he did"
Kaoru continues making tea quietly.
"I found him with a girl from the academy. They were kissing and...." Your voice breaks as you furiously blink back tears. Kaoru abandons your tea and sits with you.
"I m-must've done something t-to upset him" you stutter through your tears. Before you know it you're a blubbering mess and clutch
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.daydreams and monsters.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co
BabydollPropping my daughter against the towel on my shoulder, I rhythmically pat her back. Nevaeh's just had her second bottle of the day, and try as I might, I still can't get her to burp. Today is no different, and in the end I give up, wipe her small round mouth, and pop her in the bouncer for a while. It's the electric kind, with a soft lullaby and swinging motion, so I know she'll be entertained while I get on with the mountain of washing that needs to be folded.Babydoll7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You wouldn't think just two people could make so much washing, but ever since her dad had left me, it seemed like the washing pile had grown larger instead of smaller. Despite the lullaby, I make conversation with her as I fold - it seems to me that it's the best way to develop her speech, for her to hear it. She's such a good, quiet baby, I often wonder how long until she starts making more noise.
By the time I've reduced "mount fold-me" to a mere foothill, she's asleep, so I leave her in the bouncer and dash out to check the m
I'll bet you $10 Hikaru x reader"But (naaaaaaame), you haaaaaaave to go. It's my birthday!" Your friend Lucilia whines.I'll bet you $10 Hikaru x reader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"No I don't. I don't care if it's your birthday I'm not going to be falsely fawned over by a bunch of prissy little brats!" You say, pouting.
"But you promised that if I had enough guts to kiss Kyoya you would go!" She begs.
"You're dating now so stop whining. I knew you would get together if you made the first move."
"But it's my birthday!!! Are you gonna back out of a promise on my birthday?!?!" She huffs, her long, blonde hair, getting in her face.
"Fix your hair would you?" You sigh. "I'll go, but only because I'll never hear the end of it if I don't."
"Yay!" Lucilia chirps, grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the dreaded host cub.
*time skip brought to you by Usa-chan*
Figures this is how you end up. In the corner, watching the other hosts and Lucilia with Kyoya. Not that you're complaining, you'd rather be in your world than their's. You simply stare into space, letting your mind take you
Got you Draco x Reader"Hey (l/n)" a cold voice whispers from behind you. You jump out of your skin and point your wand in the face of the smirking boy crouching beside the leather couch you had nestled yourself in.Got you Draco x Reader10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Holy sh- you scared me to death Malfoy!"
"What were you even doing, and put you wand away you're going to poke someone's eye out" he asks annoyingly.
"I was doing something called reading! I know that you may be unfamiliar with the concept, shall I explain it to you" you say sarcastically, he rolls his eyes and stands again. Assuming he'd gotten bored with you and your nerdy book you continued reading. You were just getting into it when you feel someone push your feet off the couch and sit in the place they used to occupy.
"Why are you reading anyway?" He asks. You sigh and place your bookmark carefully in its correct place and slam the book shut, plopping it on your lap.
"What do you want Malfoy?" You ask, glancing longingly at your book.
"No respectable Slytherin should be reading like you do"
The Trial of the HolidaysChapter 1The Trial of the Holidays7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dawn was breaking over Halloweentown. It shed its light over the strong yet twisted houses of the town, awaking some of the equally strong and twisted townsfolk in their beds. Jack Skellington, though, was awake to greet the dawn.
The Pumpkin King was clearly in an aggravated mood. Jack would get up from the electric chair and pace, back and forth, around his room. Then he would lie back in bed, perhaps to snatch the long awaited sleep he desires. In a mere few minutes, however, Jack would be back on his feet, pacing once more.
Jack was sitting in the electric chair, turning a small black box in his bony hands, when a small whine jarred him out of his thoughts. Zero, his loyal ghost dog, had awakened, and now was giving Jack a look that knew Jack hadn't gotten any sleep.
Jack shook his skull. "Oh, Zero." Jack muttered, still studying the spider web design on the box. Zero came to a rest on Jack's shoulder as Jack flipped open the box.
Inside was a beautifully cut
Chapter 2 - The TrialChapter 2Chapter 2 - The Trial7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jack had barely begun to get his bearings when an angry voice intruded his confused thoughts.
"Now, really, this was a situation between two holidays! Jack apologized for his actions! I've forgiven Jack, there's no need for all the holidays to get involved-"
"Thank you to your take on the case, Mr. Claus, but the accused has arrived." A deep voice rang though the air, though there was no hint of a shout in the voice.
Jack looked around. He was in a gigantic courtroom, built to accommodate vast amounts of people (or others, as the case may be). At the moment, only about a third of the courtroom was filled, all facing a round platform with not but a single chair on it. Jack noticed it was surrounded by a wire-thin fence.
In the rows of seats, obviously the jury, there were various inhabitants of the holiday towns. Elves from Christmas Town, Jack recognized, but none of the others. But the figures in the first row had most of Jack's attention, and for a good reason.
Chapter Three - A PromiseChapter 3Chapter Three - A Promise7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You can't be serious, Jack!"
Mayor was thrilled when Jack came back to Town Hall, but now, after Jack had finished his tale, he was wearing his worried face.
Jack sighed. "Unfortunately, I AM serious."
Jack had ushered Mayor and Sally into the back room where they wouldn't be disturb. Right now, Sally was looking fearful and concerned, but otherwise she was calm on the outside.
Mayor, on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. "And I thought all we needed to worry about is if we're having the ghosts or that corpse girl burst out of the well!"
Jack tried to calm Mayor down. "Mayor, it'll be alright. Even if I lose the Pumpkin King crown-"
Jack hoped to break the possibility gently, but the crash of lightning that accompanied his words sure didn't help at all.
Mayor wailed. "Oh, JAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!"
Mayor tackled Jacks legs, tipping Jack over onto the floor. Jack got off the floor enough to be on his behind, but was tackled again by Mayor. Mayo
Scar TissueI don’t know what I hated more: myself, or the fact that my crying woke him up. It couldn’t be later than two in the morning, I had woken up from another nightmare and I found myself huddled in the same spot I always went to in times like these: the bathtub.Scar Tissue3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a bad habit I got myself into since childhood, but the coldness of the tub gave me a comfort most things couldn’t. I had been good about keeping my pain hidden from the rest of the world, but by night it came crawling back to me in the form of dreams and flashes of guilt.
The tears would come before I could stop them and I always found myself in this tub. He never knew, and I never told him. What was the point? I’m a girl stuck in reverse who can’t seem to let go of yesterday and take in the joys of tomorrow. My whole life was like a damaged tape, repeating itself when it shouldn’t and having a hard time moving forward. I always could repress my sobs, and I wondered if I was louder than I
Birth MarkedGrandpa used to tell storiesBirth Marked4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the night I was born,
said a lost sparrow with cockeyed feathers
hopped across my right shoulder
and left its mark.
Shifting the sheaf of hair
mom refused to cut short
and craning my neck,
I could just see the cluster
of sharp-edged W's etched like tattoos
across the scalloped scoop of my bones.
In summer heat waves,
I learned to weave my dark tangles into braids
and let the claw strokes breathe,
the thin straps of feather-print shirts
pushed out of the way.
On those days,
Grandpa claimed I could lift my arms, wing-like,
and fly myself into something new.
though the sun is high
and summer nears again,
Grandpa is gone
and I am weighted by dark moods
and black mascara.
Standing at his graveside,
I tell him stories about the parts of him I miss
and the parts of me I hate
but cannot change;
the parts I was born into.
A phantom breeze clutches
the fresh bob of my wayward hair
and for a moment,
I can feel his work-calloused fingers
A Victim of CircumstanceWhen one is with friends and is asked, “Do you know any stories?” one usually has a particular tale prepared for such an occasion. This tale can act as an icebreaker, lead to good conversation, or simply garner a satisfied “Can you believe it?” reaction. This is one of those stories:A Victim of Circumstance3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Paul Edwards, a man nearing his fortieth year, was still a bachelor. He was a barrister, and quite brilliant at his job. Flawless, even. In his entire career, he had not lost a single case. Impressive, no? Unfortunately, his unblemished record was to be tainted on the twenty-second of September, ninety-seven. Paul did not appear at the trial, an omission previously unheard of by his family and friends, because on the twenty-second of September, nineteen ninety-seven, at eight forty-seven in the morning, Paul Edwards was hit by a train.
So how did Mr Edwards QC come to such a quick, but nevertheless tragic end? He was not pushed or shoved or thrown or tripped. Instead, Mr Edwards
Chapter Four - Calm and MurderChapter 4Chapter Four - Calm and Murder7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~Calm and Murder
Once again, Stars transport spell dazed Jack. This time, though, it seems to take longer to shake off the dizziness.
At first, Jack thought it was because he was woozy, but when his head finally cleared, he saw that they were in a forest. However, it was nothing like the Hinterlands.
The trees were gigantic, tall and wide. Even the numerous leaves on the trees were huge, the smallest being the size of large umbrellas unfurled. In the faint light of the moon, the lights of fireflies could be seen amongst the plants. The woods were alive with the sounds of nocturnal animals awaking for the night.
Where - where are we?
This? This is the Ancient Woodland. Mother Nature lives at the heart. Star looked around at the treetops, looking for something.
Where is he? He should be here. Star sounded much calmer now Jack wasnt in danger of being arrested.
Jack vaguely wondered why Star hadnt just poof into the heart of
i would do anything to get you to love yourselfi know your type, i’ve seen them around herei would do anything to get you to love yourself1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
before, browsing through my poems like
you’re flipping through vinyl records, trying to find
that one disc you were listening to the first time
he leaned over and kissed you.
the only way you’ll ever be able to love yourself
is if he leans over and kisses you again, is if someone
tells you about the seven wonders of your soul, if
someone sits down and writes a list of all your beautiful
fault lines that you’ve never been able to forgive.
you want to love yourself and you want to be loved,
but i know it’s hard to believe that you’re holy,
when your hands still shake when they touch food and
your breath always quickens when you drive
over bridges and no one can look you in the eye
when you ask them if you’re beautiful.
look, you’re stardust, you’re snowflakes, you’re
the sky’s gift to us, you’re comets on a cloudy night
when no one looks up to appreciate how beautifully
Dear Younger ClareDear brand-new Clare:Dear Younger Clare5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Welcome. Live. Cherish.
Aren't you lucky to be allergic to most of the out-doors?
Fractured bones heal. Even if they hurt. Even if they got great big heavy boxes dropped on them. Even if they're your toe bones, and you can't move them right afterwards.
School Yeah, that'll become a theme.
NO! NO NO NO! Eating dirt will NOT make you un-allergic to grass!
Dear 5-Year-Old Clare:
You may be engaged to him, but he'll be cheating on you by the end of the week.
Dear 6-Year-Old Clare:
Try asking nicely first. Boys don't like getting beaten up by girls, especially if they're bigger than them.
Dear 7-Year-Old Clare:
When they tell you you're smart, PLEASE don't start crying. They'll only misread it.
Your parents didn't tell you till now because they thought you didn't need to know. They won't realize how bad it hurts you to find out. Remember t
I am standingIt's been months since I wanted to break out of my body. Okay, that's a lie. But it's been days. Days since I've felt static scorch underneath my skin, felt colours cutting into my eyes, had to explain that these aren't metaphors. There are so many ways you can get used to living. I wonder if anyone else feels empty when they don't have creatures clawing up through their throat.I am standing6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't know what art is, or what okay is. I like to believe I know it when I feel it, but I'm not so sure I would. I think people expect me to be a lot more insightful than I am right now. I don't think they take into account that boredom is stressful, and stress can shatter you like roots in concrete. Maybe I'm growing. But I don't even know if I'm bored. I feel like a lot of different people, or a lot of aspects of different people, all trying to learn how to stand one another.
It's been days since I wanted to break out of my body. I'm watching the sunrise from the wrong side, but I did sleep. I'm not curlin
The Lovely and the LonelyShe laughed in flowersThe Lovely and the Lonely2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiled with Death
Her hair was a tangle of vibrant blossoms
And his heart was slowly decaying
Until he found her awash in a her garden of summer
His actions where feared and misunderstood
But her greetings of radiant happiness
Began to warm his frozen heart in a chest of fire
Every year when she goes to visit him
The trees wait patiently for her to return their leaves
Birds journey the Earth searching for stories to tell her
And the Sun lessens his glow until she emerges
She laughs in flowers
He smiles with Life
Her hair is tangled with vibrant blossoms
But now his heart is tended to like her favorite garden
BreakingOne day, you will open the cupboardBreaking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to find a wine glass or some Tupperware
and the world will, without warning
or alarm, roll off the edge of the shelf
and coming crashing down.
The oceans will splash onto the linoleum,
onto the rug. All the dust in all the deserts
will rain down onto the couch and coffee table,
the hills will crumble, the mountains will break,
all the windows in all the cities will shatter
and fall, a thousand dangerous miles of glass
glittering on your kitchen floor.
Everything will hush.
Exhale the breath you are holding,
and go look for a dust pan, for a broom.
Dear SonThis is what I want you to know:Dear Son3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am still afraid
of being the wrong sort of man,
for those who would teach me
the rules of quelling voice paid
no heed to the sestinas of boyhood.
We sustain our tired
stories past the breaks;
we write through the endstops
the way we speak over
the voices that deny our voice.
My dad never mapped
manhood for me, never told me
of the weight of our words
or the aridity of our gentle
and vacant awareness.
I am glad not
Footsie A Foot Fetish StoryFootsie - UnexpurgatedFootsie A Foot Fetish Story4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A rather strange little story about girls with odd toes.
Biology 101 could be such a pain.
Cassie squirmed in her seat as the lecture droned on and on. Beginning
genetics - She knew this stuff forwards and backwards, and soon tuned out
the instructor's voice. Her eyes roamed around the room, looking with
interest at her new classmates, assessing and dismissing as they moved. Her
eyes eventually came to rest on a tall blonde seated a few rows ahead and
several rows over.
Cassie smiled to herself as she watched the blonde cross and re-cross her
long legs. She seemed to be as bored and uncomfortable as Cassie was. As
if catching Cassie's thought, the blonde glanced back over her shoulder.
Their eyes met for a few seconds, then the blonde, with a small grin and a
smaller nod, turned her attention back to the front of the room.
Cassie thoughtfully nodded her head, and then realized that the
instructor was winding down h