Vuelos Perdidos 1Capitulo 1: Una bienvenida, no digna de un príncipe.Vuelos Perdidos 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
En una tierra devastada por la guerra, desprovista de recursos y casi sin vida, un grupo de guerreros, conocidos como el Clan Khitomer, avanza sin rumbo en lo profundo de lo desconocido, en busca de tierras más prósperas, azotados por la sed, hambre y agotamiento, uno por uno, caen mientras los días de intenso calor y noches heladas, hacen que cada paso sea una tortura infernal.
-¡No se rindan guerreros, el paraíso nos espera adelante, por la gloria de nuestros ancestros y el bien de nuestros predecesores debemos llegar allá!- dijo Kláus con firmeza a sus seguidores, tratando de alentarlos...
Agotado, miraba a mi alrededor ese desértico páramo que se extendía hasta donde alcanzaba la vista, no era más que una tierra muerta y olvidada, mientras que lo único que se escuchaba era el viento, los pasos y gemidos de la agotada carabana, sus vidas dependían enteramente de
America x Reader ~An Appetite for Love~“Oh, look at that, _______________!” Alfred pointed at a roadside sign as you drove by.America x Reader ~An Appetite for Love~1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Upon calling your attention, you looked up from your phone and read a few words from the sign as the car passed by.
“Grand Opening: All-you-can-eat buffet,” you read aloud right before the sign disappeared from view. “Alfred…”
“It’s just after this exit, _____________,” he whined. “Can we make a stop? Please? We’ve still got thirty minutes.”
“Thirty—?” You sighed. “Thirty minutes is not enough time to eat at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Alfred F. Jones. And speaking of which, didn’t we just eat like ten minutes ago?”
“Well, yeah,” he admitted, “but I’m still hungry.”
You rolled your eyes and rested your head back on the headrest. “No, Alfred. I don’t want to be late for the party. Seriously, how can you still be hungry? I cooked you like, what? Th
PrussiaxReaderIt was Saturday night and your long time boyfriend Gilbert promised to take you out on a date. He was an hour late, and you were pacing the floor. 'How dare he not show up!? This is the fifth Satuday he's been late!' You thought to yourself. One week, he didn't even show up for the date! About ten minutes later someone knocked on your door. You walked over to it and opened it. You saw Gilbert standing there, panting. He must have been running.PrussiaxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"(Name), I'm so sorry I'm late!" Gilbert apologized.
"I don't want to hear it Gilbert!" You yelled.
"Baby, I'm sorr-"
"I said I don't want to fucking hear it! What's so important you can't show up for our date?!"
Gilbert frowned, "I can't tell you..."
"Are...Are you cheating on me..?"
Gilbert quickly shook his head, "No!"
"Then what's so important?"
"I...I can't tell you..." He avoided eye contact with you.
You gasped, "You really are cheating on me!"
"(Name) I'm not cheating I swear!"
"It's the Hungarian woman, isn't it?"
"Nein! I'm not cheating
AmericaXReader: Not Your Choice 2AmericaXReader: Not Your Choice 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were seating yourself on the couch when the doorbell rang. Your mother answered the door. You could sort of hear the conversation between her and the guests in the doorway. Then you heard a voice so painfully familiar, you almost screamed.
"Hello, Mrs. Johnson," you heard him say. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine Alfred. Thank you for asking." '"Alfred?! As in "Alfred Freaking Jones"?!' Your mom led the guests into the room and sure enough the jerk that had shoved you to the ground less than an hour ago, was now in your living room and there was no way you could attack him in the thing you were wearing.
"_______, are you okay?"
"Huh?" You looked up at your mom. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Alfred recognized you, and you knew it by the look in his eyes, the childish yet frightening look in his eyes.
"Okay then," she said, unsure of your answer. "_______, Alfred, we have some exciting news for both of you."
"What?!" you both exclaimed in unison. "MARRIED?!"
AmericaXReader - Horror"Are you being serious Alfred?" you ask, sighing. He smiles, looking at you. His blue eyes are agleam with excitement and in his hands he holds the DVD case to The Grudge.AmericaXReader - Horror2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Totally dude! Who doesn't love a horror movie?!" he asks excitedly.
"You don't. You always wind up cowering in my lap," you respond, poker-faced.
"Aw c'mon, pleeeeease?" he pleads. You blush, turning your head and taking a seat on the couch.
"You make the popcorn."
Well, you were right. He wound up in your lap no more than halfway through the movie. You rolled your eyes, not really focusing on the movie yet stroking the fair haired blonde that was quivering in your lap, tears streaming down his face. You knew he did it in an attempt to seem brave to you, and most times you only agreed so that you two could cuddle. He was a good boyfriend to you.
The movie dragged on from that moment forward and you just focused on caring for you petrified boyfriend, cupping his jaw in your hand and pressing your
RomaniaXReader scaredRomaniaXReader scared1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walked around the apartment looking for Y/n. The power went out due to a thunderstorm threating to become a tornado. I went to our room where I heard whimpers. I walked around the room feeling my way. When I got to the bed, I felt all our blankets on top of a scared little girl. I rub the blankets before taking them off. Y/n had her hands holding on to ears...so tight they were bleeding. This worried me. I took her hands away from her ears. She looked up at me with a scared face. I pick her up bridal style. Her nails clutch to my shirt, as she whimpered at the sound of the thunder.
I go and sit on the couch listening to the radio. y/n was still in my arms. Her face was deep in my chest. Her heart rate was fast. I couldn't find the first aid kit for her ears.
"A tornado has just made a touch down" the static radio said
My red eyes widen. I grab my wallet keys,and phone. I put over my shoulder and run to the stairs. As I run I hear the rain hi
Wait There (AmericaXReader part 3)~The next dayWait There (AmericaXReader part 3)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was asleep.Until I felt the warm rays of the sun lightly caress my cheeks and then my eyes.My eyes fluttered open and I put myself into a sitting position and I yawned quietly and stretched.
"(Y/N) breakfast is ready"your mother said while standing at your door.
"Yes mommy" you said quietly.Your mother smiled and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
I began to sweep the floors before (Y/N) came down for breakfast.I looked at my husband.I began to think of the time he had forbidden (Y/N) to see that other boy.Her reaction....she was really upset.I've never seen her so angry.I thought for a while.I opened my mouth and broke the silence.
"Honey, do you think it was necessary to forbid (Y/N) from seeing that boy?"
"I think so.The last time she would've died.How do i know if he was the one who pushed our daughter into the river in the first place? Better to be safe then sorry.I don't want to have to lose one of our children anymore"he said firmly.
SwedenXReader sacrifice fun for you Berwald sighed. He had a strange relation ship. He was engaged to...a girl whose family were terrorist. Y/n, his girlfriend's name, gave up terrorism for Berwald, but for her old habits die pretty hard. She would say her next attack was her last, but it was all lies. He let her go anyway, knowing she would go out again. He knew she could never settle down for a normal life, it would bore her too much. She needed some excitement. Blowing up buildings with people inside was apparently exciting.SwedenXReader sacrifice fun for you1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
No one knew but him. It was a small town he lived in so he expected gossip to spread. Everyone was so close knit. Not everyone liked Berwald though, since they found him scary. The people found him less scary when Y/n joined his life. She was an outsider looking for a job as a maid. He hired her, gossip spread saying they were dating. When Berwald told Y/n this, she said "We should see if the shoe fits then".
He wanted someone to know about her bad habit. He wa
PrussiaxReader JournalA/N: You may want to read the description before the story.PrussiaxReader Journal1 year ago in Romance More Like This
I'm not going to do any of that “Dear Diary” crap, so... I've never kept a journal before. At least not successfully... I don't know what to write...
It was cold today. I went for a walk, but I didn't really enjoy it. I'm tired. Really tired, all the time. And sometimes I can't even get out of bed.
This is stupid.
I haven't been sleeping well. I'm really tired. And I feel like I have this huge weight pressing down on my chest all the time. The one time I was able to fall asleep last night, I had this dream. I dreamt I was dying. And it was the best dream I've had for a long time.
I bumped into this guy today. Literally. My shoulder's still sore.
I didn't sleep at all last night. When I took a shower, I thought of drowning. I imagined myself drowning. I wasn't scared or anything, just... I don't know. I should try to sleep tonight.
I ran into that guy again. He had white hair, b
Miniature sandstorm (GaaraXPregnant!Reader)The soft buzzing of the incessant sand storms sounded outside, though this wasn’t what had perturbed your well-deserved and much-needed slumber. No, it wasn’t the small sighs that escaped your husband, nor was it the familiar gushing, grating rustle of sand particles as they spun around and in between Gaara’s slim, outstretched fingers. What had roused you was the fact that your doting husband of few words was no longer curled around you protectively, his large hands leaving the spot where he normally placed them – circling your big tummy.Miniature sandstorm (GaaraXPregnant!Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Blinking your sleep encrusted eyes, courtesy of the Sandman Gaara had never been taught to believe in, you propped yourself up on your elbows so you could scan the immediate area of your immaculate bedroom. That was one thing you had never been able to guess about Gaara. Well, you knew he wasn’t a slob for sure, but the way he managed to clean out every single grain of sand truly was an admirable skill. In fact you
France x Reader~ Another Year Without YouFrance x Reader~ Another Year Without You2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
France x Reader
Another year comes around. Another year,alone, without him. You stare out the window, the wind mocking you with its sound. The sound, it sounds like someone calling your name. It sounds like his voice. Reaching out to you.
Francis Bonnefoy, your everything, had left three years back, back to his home town in France. The reason is unknown. Why did he leave you with such short notice? Why had he been gone for so long? Why didn't he ever try to contact you, to tell you why? To tell you he's okay? To have him say to you, 'it'll all be okay,' like he always used to.
This was the third time you had to spend the holidays alone. Normally, when he was here, you two would spend this time, simply together. Not a care in the world did you have when you were with him.
The way he kissed you, the tight hugs he gave, the warming smiles he shot at you, everything. Everything he did that you held close to you in your heart, had all gone away. And you didn't know if it would ever c
AmericaxLonely!reader part twopart 2 YAY!!!!!AmericaxLonely!reader part two2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"If it makes you feel better i have something to tell you."
you looked up
"what," you asked
"_-______ I love you."
he pulled you into a bear hug, you started sobbing,tears gently stung your (e/c) eyes and blurred your vision,
"Please don't cry," He said brushing away the tears from your eyes and stroking your (h/l) (h/c) hair, with gentle hands, looking at you with his blue eyes pleading through his glasses,
"I love you too." You said looking down and stuffing your Ipod and ear buds into your sweatpants pocket, trying to avoid his eyes feeling if you looked up it would just be a dream and he wouldn't be there just like a hallucination.
With his index finger and thumb he lifted your head so you were looking at him, answering your question to if he was really there, he leaned forward and pulled you in for a kiss, you noted he tasted like chocolate despite all the fast food he ate,his kiss was gentle and loving,
his tongue gently brushed your bottom
I'll Never Forget - America x Reader You made your way down the sidewalk at a fast walk, worry clouding your mind. Your boyfriend Alfred hadn't texted or called you all day, which was very unusual. You knew he was a country, you both were in fact, and that he had a lot of work to do, but still, he never ignored you and would often abandon his work in favor of showing up unexpectedly at your house. But it was now five in the evening and you hadn't heard from him once. He hadn't even responded to the simple "Good morning" you had sent him ten hours ago.I'll Never Forget - America x Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You reached his house and knocked on the front door. You rocked back and forth on your toes for about three minutes before knocking again. There was still no answer. You grew even more worried and unlocked the door with the spare key Alfred had given you. You stepped cautiously into the house, not quite sure what you would find. The house was perfectly neat. Strange...especially for Alfred. You walked through the lower
:.AmericaxReader: All In My Head.:You sat in class, bored as usual. It was History, your least favorite. It wasn't like the teacher cared or not if you paid attention, since the teacher never paid any attention to you. In fact, no one in the school paid any mind or attention to you. You were as invisible as air. Or like Matthew Williams, who was in the same situation you were. Because of that, you both grew to become good friends. You both had depression problems, and felt nice to finally have someone to talk to about your feelings and whatnot.:.AmericaxReader: All In My Head.:2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As you spent more and more time around Matthew, you learned that he had a brother around his age, but exceeded a grade. His name was Alfred F. Jones, the schools star quarterback. Just like every football player, he was quite popular with the ladies. Even though you were friends with his brother, you could never get close to Alfred. And, like everyone else at the school, he would completely ignore you or walk past you. Every time he did so, you're heart sunk a little deeper in y
Full of surprises 6Full of surprisesFull of surprises 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You looked over at the clock again it read 3:00 am. You couldn't fall asleep. 'what am I going to do with these two?' you thought to yourself. You looked at the two still sound asleep. You slid your fingers through Gilbert's snow white hair. He was drooling a little and you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. You knew you couldn't leave these two at home and bringing them to school definitely wasn't the best idea. Then an idea came to mind. 'maybe he can watch them!' you quickly called up your friend.
"hello this is the hero speaking!"
"Alfred I need your help!"
"(name)? What can the hero do to help the damsel in distress?"
"This is very important do you think you can handle this?"
"I can handle anything you throw at me dude!!!!"
"so what's the favor anyways"
"I need you to watch two kids for me"
"HOLY CRAP DUDE! WHEN DID YOU HAVE KIDS?!?"
"Alfred you idiot their not mine"
"oh so ....there.....random kids?" you facepalmed
Shopping Spree [Hetalia: Spain x Reader]You really didn't know why you were at Toys "R" Us. You woke up this morning in your wrinkled [favorite color] pajamas and then went to go get your regular cup of coffee, but then someone knocked at the door and when you opened it you didn't know what happened then. All you know is that you've still got your pajamas on under a red sweatshirt (which was very cozy, to be honest) and you were staring at a new Tamagotchi.Shopping Spree [Hetalia: Spain x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hola, anyone home? What do you think Romano would like?" 
You glared at the happy-go-lucky Spaniard and grumbled something unintelligible.
"¿Qué quieres? What's the matter, chica?"  He tipped his head to one side and gave you a questioning look through his cute green eyes. You smirked and looked away.
"So what toy should I buy!"
You cut Antonio off by putting your index finger to his lips. Then you took in a deep breath, and began to rant.
"You get me up at six in the morning and drag me here to Toys 'R' Us when it's freezing and when I complained i
AmericaXReader The Girl You Used to Know part 3AmericaXReader: The Girl You Used to KnowAmericaXReader The Girl You Used to Know part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The remainder of 6th grade, as well as 7th and 8th passed in a blur. These years were Hell for you. The girls that picked on you in 5th and 6th grade only picked up the pace, making it their job to make Junior High a living Hell.
It didn’t help that Arthur, Ivan, Kiku, Ludwig, Francis, and Feli grew distant to you ever since Alfred left.
Yes, they still talked to you, but not as much as you used to. You felt more and more alone each passing day.
Sitting under your favorite tree at break on a random day in 8th grade, you can literally hear the girl’s brains in full gear coming up with insults to throw at you as they approach.
“Oh my GOD she’s so ALONE! Look at her!” The girl you call Ratface so kindly points out. Her face is pointed, just like a rat’s. Hence, her name Ratface.
“Oh I KNOW! Oh and look at the jacket she’s wearing! God it’s so ugly, just like her face!” A gir
PrussiaxReader The Annual BTT Halloween PartyA/N: Warning for Romano being Romano (swearing) Enjoy!PrussiaxReader The Annual BTT Halloween Party1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The annual Bad Touch Trio Halloween party couldn't really be called a party. It was more of an insane masquerade rave, featuring a ridiculous amount of colored strobe lights, pounding music, and beer. Lots of beer.
So naturally it was the biggest and most anticipated party of the year.
Everyone was invited. Anybody could just walk in. But since you were friends with the BTT, you had been invited to go over earlier.
You tossed aside a pirate costume you weren't even aware you had and picked up the next option, A mad hatter costume. You wrinkled your nose and decided against it. The next option was a scrap of cloth that was supposed to pass for a cop costume. Francis had given it to you at some point, and you were most definitely not going to wear it.
With a sigh you ran a hand through you hair and began rifling through your closet once more. And then you found something that made you gasp and squeal in delight.
A short, form fitt
Pocky Needs Him Now. - America x Reader."Hey, (Name)." Alfred called from behind you, looking at the shelves of piled snacks. You turn to meet a package of green-tea flavored pocky. "Can we buy these?"Pocky Needs Him Now. - America x Reader.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"But we already have chocolate and strawberry at home..."
"I really would appreciate these green tea flavored pocky though." His pout was too irresistible to say no to.
You nodded as he threw the pack of pocky into the shopping cart, strolling on and about on the snack aisle.
You shook your head again as you then pulled Alfred out of the snack aisle with all your mighty efforts. You waited in line to pay as you realized that you didn't have enough money.
"Ma'am, you'd have to pick between the Pocky and the Gummy Bears."
"Pocky, Pocky, Pocky, Pocky... (Name), Pocky..." Alfred whispered into your ear daringly.
"P-Pocky please." Dang it, Alfred always got his ways.
The cashier scanned the barcode for the Pocky, putting your precious bags of gummy bear aside. You watch as the bag of gummy bear disappear from the cashier's hand and
PrussiaxReader Part2: Highway Don't CarePrussiaxReader Part2: Highway Don't Care2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You drove silently down the broken road. Around you, the country side flashed by. It was a nice change of scenery, compared to the busy city.
Bet your windows rolled down and your hairs pulled back
And I bet you got no idea you’re going way too fast
You’re trying not to think about what went wrong
You’re trying not to stop ‘till you get where you’re going
You’re trying to stay awake so I bet you turned on the radio
And the song goes
With your (h/c) hair pulled back in a ponytail and your arm hanging out the open window, you continued to speed down the empty highway. The highway had been turned into a back road more or less when a new and much shorter highway had been paved around it. Now, this lonely road was one that would allow you to think in peace.
It had been over three months since you had left Gilbert. You thought that things would be easier, but it wasn’t. Now that you had mulled over things, you realized that you did, somewhere
AmericaxReader Chance You were just walking around town with your best friend, Alfred Jones. You had a crush on him for the longest time but every time you actually had a chance to show him, he seemed to be busy with something else or you would get to nervous to even speak about it. You were hoping that today would be your chance to show him what you actually thought about him. You guys decided to spend the day together and go to random places around town. You were walking down the cement sidewalk when Alfred spotted an Ice cream shop across the street.AmericaxReader Chance2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey, ____. Lets go get some ice cream! On me!" he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you across the busy street to get to the other side. He was laughing his goofy laugh the whole way to the ice cream shop. You loved his goofy laugh, no matter how annoying it could get. You blushed when you noticed you g
Depressed NorwayXReaderDepressed NorwayXReaderDepressed NorwayXReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I rolled over facing my sleeping girlfriend's back. Thats what my life seems to be now. Everyone's back to me. I look down at my wrists. They were cut so many times. When Y/n asks, I tell her the cat did it.
The sun was starting to rise. Y/n rolls over to face me, still asleep. She mumbles something. Did I want her to wake up? I get up to take a shower. As I shower I reach for my razor to make more cuts down my arm.
I hear the door open, Y/n walks in. I rinse my razor blade as I hear her rustling around. Then I rinse my cuts, they wouldn't stop bleeding.
"Hey....Lukas" she says
(Note, you can't see him because of the curtain)
"Uh" I say trying to hide
"I was wondering if you wanted to come to the bar tonight. Vilot's giving us a discount if we go" she says
I don't want to, but I could tell Y/n really wants to
"You can go...I'll stay home" I say
"And do what have the cat claw you even more? Please Lukas, we haven't had a date night in awhile" she pleads
Teacher!England x Student!Reader"Miss [L/N]."Teacher!England x Student!Reader10 months ago in Romance More Like This
My head shot up as I heard my name being screamed (thanks for busting my ear drums btw teach) in my ear. Thinking I was being called out to answer a question, I used the most common number I knew of.
"69!" I yelled. When I heard no response, I looked over to my teacher, whose face was getting redder and redder. "Was that the right answer, Mr. Kirkland?" I asked in a cute voice, fluttering my eyelashes. Mr. Kirkland coughed into his fist and walked back to his desk. Ignoring my question, he began to speak.
"When you asked me to tutor you after school, I thought you finally took an interest in my class." He sighed and sat in his desk, raising his eyes to meet mine, "am I boring you, [Name]?" I felt a pang in my chest. Geezus, I hate it when he pulls that look on me. I sighed and rolled my head back.
"No, sir, I'm just tired, stayed up all night, you know the routine."
"Ah, yes. Your 'play now, study never' routine." He said with a c
America x Reader - I'm Not Okay"Are you okay?”America x Reader - I'm Not Okay2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Oh, how you hated that question. It was simple and innocent, yet utterly devastating. It weaseled its way through the cold steel walls that you had constructed within yourself to keep others from coming in and getting to know you, from understanding the things that went on in your mind. Somehow, though, every time you answered that tiny, insignificant question, the more often it seemed to appear in your daily life.
“You look so sad, bella! Is something bothering you?” – said by an optimistic man with a thick Italian accent who worked at the small restaurant down the street with the chocolate covered mints in the waiting area.
“Are you alright over there, love? You look like you’ll fall asleep where you stand!” – said by a British gentleman who, seconds before, had been talking to the air in front of him as if there was a person there.
“Hey, dude? You feeling alright?” – said by