Hostage?! Reader x Various[Name] walked silently down the hospital halls. You regretted not postponing your graduation from medical school. After a few days from your graduation ceremony, an officer appeared at your doorstep and gave you a letter requiring her for a draft. Apparently, there was a shortage of doctors. Soon, you were deployed from your quiet home and sent to an old, war torn town in some part of Europe where the sound of gunshots were frequent. But that wasn't the part that depressed you the most. Before leaving, you fiancée broke off your engagement and admitted that he cheated on you. You opened the door and prepared yourself for what was going to come ahead.Hostage?! Reader x Various2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the afternoon, and you were exhausted. So far, two people had died from gunshots. You were walking past the hospital lobby when you saw a small group of soldiers trudging through the door. They were carrying a man with blonde hair and unusually thick eyebrows.
"Hey, Miss! Can you help us?! Artie's dehydrated!" a man with glasse
Hostage?! Reader x Various 5Ludwig and Gilbert were in a dark, dingy office. The furniture had a thin layer of dust covering the tables. A thick, musty stench clung to the chairs.Hostage?! Reader x Various 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Bruder, you don't think that [Name] could be a spy could you?"
"Well, she survived the attack; she was seen with those soldiers; there's a good chance that she could be messing with our heads." Gilbert took a swing from his beer bottle.
"Should we question her tomorrow?"
"I'd say we should give her some time. Maybe she isn't a spy after all. We'll see."
Ludwig stood up, and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Gilbert asked.
"I'm going to check on her."
You were slumped against a wall. Your eyes traveled across the room. A tree's branch bumped against the window above your desk. A bird stood at the windowsill. Its yellow feathers ruffled in the wind. It eyed you through the glass. You walked up to the window. The bird began pecking the window pane. It gave you a pleading look.
You searched the table for a hairpin or a
Hostage?! Reader x Various 3You slowly opened you eyes. Apparently, you fell asleep on a desk in the room. You brushed your face and felt dried tears.Hostage?! Reader x Various 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Was I crying in my sleep?" you wondered. You stood up, stretched, and started towards the door. To your surprise, the door was unlocked. You pushed it open and stepped out into the hall.
Ludwig was asleep next to your door. You bent down and stared at him. He was slumped in a chair and there were bags under his eyes. You put your hand on his shoulder. It was very cold. You walked back into the room and searched for a blanket. You walked out and wrapped a blanket around him. His slicked back hair do had come undone, and his hair was in his eyes. You gently brushed back his hair.
Suddenly, his hand seized yours. You froze. Ludwig's eyes opened. You just noticed how close your face was to his. Ludwig jumped back, and his head smacked against the wall.
"What are you doing?" he yelled. His other hand clutched his head.
"Uhh you felt cold I got a blanket
Dual Purpose: South Korea x ReaderS.KOREA X READER: DUAL PURPOSEDual Purpose: South Korea x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The waiting room was freezing cold. A handful of people were huddled in a corner like Eskimos round a fire, bundled up with heavy jackets and wool shawls. Another couple were hunched over in their chairs, asleep. All were silent, breathing, and barely existing.
A trembling mass of fabric was curled up on one of the seats. It was sniffling and a red nose tip poked out of one of the folds. Suddenly, the whole bundle shot up. The blushing nose tip was now accompanied by rosy cheeks and red rimmed eyes.
(Name) coughed into the sleeve of her oversized, blue and white, stained jeogori. The sound jerked the man a row before her awake and he glared at her before turning away. She sunk into the slight warmth of the fabric. Her feet marched her through the row where her seat was, over and over. Every step was echoed by the soft squeak of her boots and her coughs.
"Will you please sit?" the man she'd awoken grumbled.
She mumbled an apology and reclaime
Korea x reader birthdaySouth Korea x reader happy birthday!Korea x reader birthday1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
today was the day! The day that only came around once a year!
And what better way to spend it than spend it with your friends, the Asians.
You skipped out of your bed and went to your closet to find your favorite outfit to wear. After going through what seemed like the whole closet of clothes you finally found it, it was a (f/c) shirt and (f/c) jeans with some black high tops.
After getting that on you brushed your hair and put some makeup on before finally feeling satisfied with yourself and skipping out the door.
You rang the doorbell of the Asian nations home for what seemed like the millionth time before China finally answered the door.
"Aiyah! You don't need to ring the doorbell so many times, aru!" he said. You giggled "Sorry Wang." you said. China just shook his head. "Hopefully it's not broken, aru.." he said before opening the door a little more to let you inside which you did swiftly.
Hostage?! 2 Reader x VariousThe group of soldiers took you back to their camp. Surprisingly, the camp wasn't like the concentration camps you've heard about. You were taken into a large white room filled with medical equipment. The group left you alone to unpack.Hostage?! 2 Reader x Various2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After you finished, you looked for possible routes for escape. The room's only window and air vent were too small for you to squeeze through. There was another door in the room, but it was locked. You ventured towards the door and turned the knob. To your disappointment, it was locked.
"Great, "you thought, "How am I supposed to escape?" Suddenly, the door barged open. You jumped back in shock. Feliciano bounced in.
"Ve~ [Name]! You look so lonely! Do you want me to show you around?" Before you could object, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room and down the hall.
Feliciano took you to the cafeteria. "Sit here, bella," he said. He turned and went to get some food. Feliciano soon returned with two plates of pasta. "You looked so sad, so I th
The Hint of Nutella: Iceland and ReaderThe Hint of Nutella: Iceland and Reader:The Hint of Nutella: Iceland and Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You spread the creamy chocolate substance on the toast and handed it to your husband who actually had never had Nutella before.
You watched as he bit into it and waited for his normally blank face to perk up with delight as the heavenly substance hit his tongue.
Nothing happened. Instead he held the Nutella covered toast out to you; "I don't really like it. Do you want it?"
Your mouth dropped open. "Can you at least take another bite?"
Emil shrugged and took another bite. You waited for a rare smile one of the two reasons for this little "exercise". He ended up scowling at the toast and setting it down on the napkin. "Sorry," he said giving you a swift peck on the lips before returning to his laptop work.
A few days had passed since the "incident" and you had forgiven your husband for not liking Nutella, even if it was something you ate every morning and every time you had toast!
Now you t
Grandpa Rome x Reader Remember Me?Arsenius' eyes fluttered open, greeted quickly by a dull light. He blinked rapidly, just lying beneath the sheets for a moment. The room was silent, save for the metronome hitting against his window. His ears pricked at a faint sound. He could've sworn he'd hear a bubbly giggle just then, but it was surely the leftover thoughts lingering from his rather pleasurable dream. He sighed lovingly as his mind relived the night. Though, the pleasant recollection was easily punched full of holes as his lethargic mind finally began to register just exactly what he was thinking about.Grandpa Rome x Reader Remember Me?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He wasn't sure why, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. As he groggily pushed the duvet back off of his perfectly sculpted body, his mind was, for once, off of what he was going to prepare for breakfast, or what he was going to do for the rest of the day. He looked to the window, discovering that the faint drumming sound pounding into his ears was the pitter patter of rain dribbling down the pan
Hostage?! Reader x Various 4To say that the prisoners lived in a prison was an understatement. There was rainwater dripping from the ceiling. Rats darted back and forth, and moss covered the walls.Hostage?! Reader x Various 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"[Name]? Is that you?" a voice croaked. Francis was slumped against a wall in his cell. A gash was on his chest; his eyes looked dulled. You rushed over and examined the wound. The gash was long and deep.
"Kolkolkolkol those Axis fools are never going to see what's going to happen to them " You turned towards Ivan.
"Do you realize why you were taken here, [Name]?" You shook your head.
"I guess I was the last surviving person in the raid "
"Oy, commie, shut up. I don't think she needs to know." Alfred butted in. There were cracks on his glasses. A few drops of blood dripped from a cut above his eye.
"Aiyah, aru " Yao was in worse condition. He had a deep wound across his back. Blood was flooding from the wound. It looked like a deep scar had reopened. "I want Kaoru back "
"You mean Leon,
Chapter 1 of 'Yes sir, ...'.Chapter 1 of 'Yes sir, ...'.1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 1 of 'Yes sir, ...'. Characters don't belong to me, the story does.
Hope you enjoy !
Sweat was running down my spine, my hands shivering when I pushed the black bag on the band. Clikking and whirring it made his way through the detector.
I wiped off the pearls of sweat, rolling down my forehead and looked nervously at the police officer next to the detector.
This wasn't my first time doing this, but still stressful when you watched - your body all tense - the detector scanning your stuff.
The man who was scanning my lugage frowned - fuck - and looked calmly at the officer.
My heart began pounding, shivers were running down my spine. This wasn't good, if they ...-
'Sir, could you please follow me for an instant?' the police officer said, while placing a hand on my shoulder.
Startled I looked up.
'Sure.' I said trembling, following him to a room next to the metal detectors.
I walked in, nervously. This was so bad. The drugs were right under their noses and if boss foun
RomaniaxReader- A Journey Home ~Request"Hm, this seems like a good place to paint a picture." You said, putting your hands on your hips as you starred out at the horizion. The sun was setting in the forest by your villiage. The beautiful meadow you were standing in was a lovely shade of green. The daisies and lillies blowing with the light breeze, their yellow and white colors tinted with the orange suns beauty.RomaniaxReader- A Journey Home ~Request2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You looked to your left and saw an enormous apple tree, the red ripe apples dangling from the crisp green leaves on the branches. And underneath the tree, in the cool shade, you saw a family of bunnies relaxing, spread out, and asleep, their white fluffy fur tickled by the wind. You nodded. This was a perfect stop to begin your sketching.
Sketching was your hobby. It was something you did when you wanted to releave stress, or just to escape the truth of reality. And this forest was ususally the place you'd go to, because the scenary was always perfect. And you were really good too, at least, that's what your friends
Hostage?! Reader x Various 6Three hours passed by; it was now one o'clock in the morning. Gilbert was still awake. You were tired, maybe even exhausted. You couldn't go to sleep locked in a room with Gilbert. Who knows what kind of stuff he'd do to you if you were asleep.Hostage?! Reader x Various 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Prussia is the most awesomest country ever. Isn't it [Name]? You can't say no otherwise you're unawesomer than Elizabeta. Heh, awesomest and unawesomer, they rhyme. What rhymes with orange?" He had been babbling like that for the past few hours. How long he'd last, you didn't even know. You leaned against the desk. If you had to, you'd use the window as a way of escape.
"Why'd Prussia have to die? Why did it die, [Name]? Why did Lizzy marry that Austrian stick in the mud?!! Why did I not exist anymore? Did I do something wrong? I'm so unawesome. Can I have a hug? Please?" You gave him a suspicious look. He looked miserable. Gilbert's eyes were red and puffy from crying. You patted him on the head. He flopped back and fell asleep. Finally. At le
vive como si no hubiese nadie.¿No habéis oído nunca eso de: "baila como si no hubiese nadie mirando"? Yo tampoco; lo he sacado de un libro. Pero es verdad, ¿no? Por lo general [si no tienes suficiente confianza en ti misma o no llevas un par de copas de más, que también resulta efectivo], sales a bailar y te cortas. Te mueves con más recato, con vergüenza, pensando que a lo mejor se están riendo de ti por mover así los brazos, o por menear asá el culo, preocupada por que te resbalen los tacones y te metas la hostia del siglo... cosas así.vive como si no hubiese nadie.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Pero en casa es otro asunto. Tú te pones la música a tope, te desmelenas, sonríes, pones caras, haces el ridículo, porque no hay nadie mirando. No hay comentarios maliciosos. No hay juicios. Nadie te toca las pelotas o se ríe de ti y te comenta "vaya cómo perreabas ayer, ¿eh?"
Descontextualicemos el concepto y trasladémoslo de la pista de baile a la vida cotidiana.
Bio TemplateBio Template2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meaning of Name:
Describe their dwelling/house:
Describe their bedroom:
Current socioeconomic level:
Describe their smile:
Are they generally balanced or clumsy?
Describe their walk:
Is seen by others as:
Accent (if any):
Other languages known:
Style of speaking:
Volume of voice:
Soundless Voice English LyricsEverything is engulfed by snow, as everything melts into silence and grief.Soundless Voice English Lyrics3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I hold up my hand,
The fragile snow melts upon my palm and dissolves to nothing.
Snow piles up like sand, once you gather, it all in one single piece.
"Is my voice clear to you now?"
If I were to speak, you would no longer be able to hear me.
You can tell me your lonely, you can tell me your aching.
I'll try to find a way, to cure your pain.
I beg you to not leave me, please don't ever betray me, I don't want to be alone, like once before.
Even if we're apart right now, can our souls become one?
As snow falls down, you slowly wither away in this world.
If it's even possible, Can I hear your voice one more time?
One more time, One more time~
Please hear me out.
Your eyes are resting now, that I see, is a tear drop coming from me.
Our world is stained in gray, blinded in fog we can longer ever reach each other.
Your body's freezing up, your voice is no longer here,
we can't even shed, a single tear to
-Pare ko- (Spain x Male!Reader)You were at hone,watching T.V,when suddenly your phone ringed.-Pare ko- (Spain x Male!Reader)1 year ago in Drama More Like This
"Uhh,Amigo,would you like to come have a drink?"Antonio,your friend,said.
"Sure." You put down the phone,and continued watching T.V.
Again,you heard a ring on your doorbell. You opened your door and saw Antonio holding 5 cases of beer
"Hola,Amigo,Can i come in?" Antonio asked
"So" you grabbed a can of beer,and opened it
"What's it about this time?"you continued.
"Well you see..."Antonio sighed
"You're in-love with a college student,AGAIN?"
Antonio eyes widened and said
"That's always your PROBLEM."Antonio chuckled.
"Okay lay it on me boy."
After Antonio explaining on what happened.You two become drunk
"Boah!" You threw your drink (somewhere on the floor)
"See!?! She's a total BIACTH!"Antonio Exclaimed.
"*Hic* Dude.There a ALOT of chicas out there!"You chugged your 5th can of beer
"BUT,I LIKE HER!"Antonio said
"DO you have and tips?"je chugged down the beer and continued
Dark HoleDeep down in this holeDark Hole1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I see is black
No light to guide my way
No one to tell me what to say
In this hole
no love to be found
no hope around
not going to make a sound
cause I'm not sure if I want to be found
Deep down in this hole
maybe its a safe haven
away from the hells of life
or maybe it is hell
with no love
and no hope
But whats so different from life above?
In this hole
no love to be found
no hope around
not going to make a sound
cause I'm not sure if I want to be found
The Alice KillingsThe first Alice was the tough girl, Megumi,The Alice Killings1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A young 29 year-old, whose character was rocky.
She used the sharp tongue with her own business run,
But liked to be social at night and have a bit of fun.
Then one exciting night, she went to the heavy drunk zone,
And here she made the mistake of driving off alone.
The very next day, her dead body was found from a bloody run,
She was found by a couple by the time of the rising sun.
A Jack of Spades card was crammed into her mouth,
The word, 'Alice' was written in the victim's blood.
The second Alice was a man named Akio,
He was the singer of a band that never had much fame, so?
He was kind-hearted, one that would never start a fight,
But too bad for him because everyone had to see the light.
He was then abducted in the year, 2001,
His band very soon broke apart and was considered done.
Yamane's dead body was found slumped on a table of blood red,
His vocal chords had been ripped and he had been shot right in the head.
A King of Diamonds card
Why Writers Should Watch TVWhy Writers Should Watch TV5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Ive heard the argument that writers shouldnt watch TV and movies because that will inundate them with all the cliché plots and characters out there and somehow brainwash them into not being able to create an original story.
Me: *blank stare*
First of all, there is absolutely nothing new under the sun. Therefore, it is impossible to create something totally unique and original no matter how many bad movies you see. Furthermore, the more story lines that enter your brain, the more you realize just how unique or not your own story is.
Most importantly, an original story is not a new story. It is simply taking a common idea and combining it with other common ideas to create a new and fresh sequence of otherwise common ideas.
Think of stories like cookies. All the different types of cookies represent different types of genres and plots. Ingredients like chocolate chips and nuts represent c
Minor Character Sheet-OC MemeThe Minor Character Sheet: a writing aid for all fiction creators, from fantasy authors to comic writers. A helpful guideline tool for anyone who wants to create well-rounded, plot hole-free castsMinor Character Sheet-OC Meme5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is the minor character sheet, full of things that might be useful to know about minor cast members. There is another, much longer sheet for main characters. These are all geared toward protagonists, but can be applied to villains too.
Text in [brackets] is just for clarification of how to answer the preceding question. Also, since I hate writing "him or her" and I will not write "they" when the subject is singular, I am assuming masculinity in my clarifications. You'll erase them when you fill it out anyway, so the sheet works for either gender.
So! without further ado!
Full name: [While useful to have, the last name is not always necessary, depending on if the character will ever be addressed by a title or in full.]
Title: [If the character
Character SheetCharacter DossierCharacter Sheet5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Date of Birth:
Date of Death:
Place of Birth:
Level of Devotion:
Years of Schooling:
Skills, Talents and Abilities:
Areas of Expertise:
Short Term Goals:
Long Term Goals:
Short Term Needs:
Long Term Needs:
Method of Handling Anger:
Things That Embarrass:
Most Painful Memories:
Sense of Humor:
Philosophy on Life:
Burning...She was hope for the tormented souls and for those who - treading the path of darkness - committed horrors of the nightBurning...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was like a storm, like a mighty wave, inspiring humanity from the swamp of stagnation
She was beauty and ugliness, last resort, and the curse of millions.
When she paced, the fire was behind her, devouring the souls of little ones
When her rippling laughter rose above the heads of the chosen, was heard as the announcement of the war and the joy, beauty and destruction
When you condemn her, you yield, when you loved her, died ...
but at the same time ... you all wanted it, or condemn, or love
She was a river, carrying the flame of change
Are you worthy to stand before her?
Do you know?Do you know what you did?Do you know?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You killed me inside
But do you care?
Do you know I can't trust anymore?
Because of you
Do you know I can't look at anyone the same anymore?
Because of you
I should hate you
But I don't
Because I used to love you