Under Better Circumstances 10 - Rousing IntentionsTitle: Under Better Circumstances - Chapter 10: Rousing IntentionsUnder Better Circumstances 10 - Rousing Intentions3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Nevada Shepard (femShep) and James Vega
Chapter 10 - Rousing Intentions
The Lieutenant was slowly reclaiming his bearings, flexing his arms and stretching the muscles used from the previous night's encounter. As he continued his morning ritual, he tossed around and noticed someone was no longer lying beside him. Propping himself up, he groggily looked for the womanly figure. James quickly discovered his commanding officer sitting at the foot of the bed, wearing nothing more than his grey Special Forces shirt and her black lace panties.
Vega enjoyed the sight of Nevada Shepard in his shirt, especially since it was large enough to droop over her shoulder and reveal the top of her arm. He marveled at the difference in their sizes yet knew he could never base someone on looks alone. Even though she was more than half his size, she sti
WanderlustI've been sleeping with my jeans onWanderlust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and seatbelt unbuckled,
So I can leave early
before my regret wakes.
In the check-in, on the road,
I distract myself
Walk, go, leave
go further, leave again
I like my life
I never meant to break your
(steady and warm)
But truer ways of joy I found
on the road,
in long railways and stranger tongues
And I'm sorry that we never
Quite catch up with each other.
I never loved goodbyes,
but I love leaving all behind
In the movement I found tranquility,
easing for this burn.
Don't think I'll be able
To ever forget you, no
You're like Venus in the nightly sky,
guiding with your sulphur burn -
you left a mark in me,
in the air I breathe
Though we never quite catch up,
we never quite meet.
And it breaks my heart either way;
I don't want to leave,
but I cannot stay.
When It RainsI think of you, when it rains.When It Rains10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t you remember
The fickle breezes
Spattering droplets in our faces,
How a great gust carried off your Donald Duck umbrella
And we chased it,
Across the square, across the park,
Where it finally caught
In the rosebushes.
One of the ribs was broken
But I laughed
And laughed because it made Donald’s tail droop,
Until you were laughing too.
I don’t know how we didn’t even
Notice that my hands were bleeding from the thorns
Until we were halfway home.
You asked me if it hurt—
Of course it did,
But it didn’t matter—
Besides, I just can’t cry with raindrops running down my face,
Running down my arms,
Or, what about
The spangling rain of winter,
Sharp—but harmless, like pins-and-needles—on our skin
But death to the letters
In the postbox
Where their words would bleed their life away,
Stabbed with rain.
So for safety,
You tucked the letters under your shirt
Then pulled off your jacket,
The Words I Didn't MeanThe Words I Didn't Mean3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Words I Didn't Mean
Your last steps seemed to echo
While I watched you walk away
You're leaving me in our love's shadow
And all I can feel is a piece of me break away
The shock starts to sink in
Every pore is conquered
A fissure begins within
I'm torn asunder
Liquid memories drip from my face
My heart will always remember this kind of pain
The love that was shown on this day will remain in vain
I didn't know how much passion could weigh
Or the damage it could do when it betrays
Fused with the words that I never even wanted to say
Compassionless by nature / A lonesome torture
Unloved by liars / Sought by manipulators
Breathing in shards / Tearing out hearts
Caught off-guard / Soul is scarred
The regrets won't let me breathe
The thick tears protect me from what I don't want to see
This fresh wound over my chest is where your place used to be
Pathetically rooted by my knees
I reach for you through the debris
Even though there's no one who can salvage me
Blood, sweat and cupcakes -1-((If you do not like GerIta, PruCan, USUK, LietPol or Spamano, I would suggest leaving this fan fiction!))Blood, sweat and cupcakes -1-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- 1p! World
*1p! England P.O.V*
I tapped my fingers against the table, the sensation of being bored eating me alive. I glanced over to America, and blushed when I caught him looking with me, a smirk on his lips even though his face was covered in hamburger crumbs.
"Git" I whispered under my breath, holding back a small smirk. Everything was going as normal, Italy clinging onto Germany, Germany yelling at Prussia, Prussia acting like a pervert to Canada, Canada trying to convince everyone he wasn't America, America stuffing his face with burgers and then there were the other countries who lingered by themselves.
I saw something quite red flash in the corner of my eyes, and turned around to look at the opened doorway, seeing light auburn hair whish past the door frame, followed by a bouncing curl.
No Italy was over there, and Romano was beside me
Mon Ami, Mon Amour.Those hands were gentle as they ran through his hair, brush in one hand, the other just combing through with his fingers. France smiled gently to himself as the little boy stayed still and even leaned back into him. England couldn't help it, France was warm, and it felt nice to be taken care of for once. His brothers were never this kind.Mon Ami, Mon Amour.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This was the only time England would ever be nice to Francis Bonnefoy. But even still...He enjoyed this time much more than he'd like to admit. So much so he hadn't realized when France stopped playing with his choppy locks and wrapped his arms around his small shoulders, pulling England against him. He gasped but didn't move, eyes wide in slight fear.
But the older boy just sat there, and held him. He didn't even laugh, just...Held him. England was confused, no one ever did this before...What was France doing?!
When he realized The warm embrace was not meant to harm him England relaxed a bit, taking a deep breath before once again leaning into the fr
Bleach OC: Yorushi NiiroBleach OC: Yorushi Niiro4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Alliance: 13th Division Captain (Captain of the Kido Corps)
Appearance: Captain Yorushi is a very prim and proper Shinigami who stands at precisely 6' tall. Niiro has a very slim body, feminine facial features, cropped brown hair, and perfect skin that puts most female Shinigami to shame. While he doesn't attempt to enhance these qualities with products or regimens, there aren't many people who can say they know someone who looks quite like him. Unfortunately his appearance also causes some to downplay his strength in battle. How could a man who looks so fluid and feminine hold a sword with any real confidence? Such doubt has caused the downfall of many of his opponents, and in recent years Niiro has learned to use such misconceptions to his advantage. This, along with his surprising skills with Kido, has cautioned other Shinigami not to make simi
Secrets - A Dark Flame Story Some say Gale City is the worst place to live in the whole United States. I've been living here since I was two years old. Considering I'm ten now, I guess that's not a long time, but eight years is usually long enough to get to know a place. Before I was placed in Gale—and I can really remember that far back—I used to live in Chicago. My mom and stepdad and four sisters lived in a two bedroom apartment in the projects. It was clean and we had food to eat. The problem was that dad always needed money to pay for the "junk." Back then, I never understood why anyone would want to buy garbage. I now know that junk doesn't mean trash, but it is garbage, and people pay through the nose for it.Secrets - A Dark Flame Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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The sun had risen over the horizon and began casting its warm rays over the landscape. A cloudless blue sky stretched out overhead as a light breeze blew across the coastline. Small waves gathered in the distant water, creating a serene purr as they broke against the shoreline. Overhead danced a flock of seagulls singing their happy tune as they took in the new morning. The day had begun in a way that could only be described as perfect.
Two lone figures sat closely together in the soft sand as they too enjoyed the beautiful morning. A honey colored fox stared out over the horizon as he supported an emerald haired girl upon his shoulder, who leaned into him with a contented sigh. They sat in silence, enjoying each other's closeness as they stared at the beautiful scenery. The fox looked over at the green haired girl with admiration in his eyes and smiled happily. The girl, with un-bloomed flowers in her hair, looked back at the blue eyed fox with equal admiration before turning back to
The Needle of Konoha 181-185#181 Living Machines?The Needle of Konoha 181-1858 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sasuke watched as his comrades left him to deal with the nuisance standing between them and the mysterious activity going on in the center of the forest. His enemy identified himself as Shil the 7th member of the cloud villages ANBU Hexagram organization. Shil was once a part of the Sand village, but had defected without even receiving a B-rank missing nin level. Arent you at least going to try and stop them? Sasuke asked rather disappointed at the lack of response from his opponent. I only want to fight you. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. Why me? Shil smiled and reached a hand out towards one of his machines that was transformed into a clone of himself. Its really simple. I want you to deliver a message to the dirt village I used to belong to. The machine clones arm returned from its human illusion appearance to the silver device it really was. The parts on its arm whirred and opened a compartment
Okada Ayano: Pt. 2Okada Ayano: Pt. 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zanutpakō Name: Shōtotsu Ken no Chō (Butterfly of the Clashing Swords)
Zanpakutō Appearance: Ayano's Zanpakutō is of a particularly rare breed, and its uniqueness has often been cited as the source of the Captain's flawless swordplay by those who study Shinigami weapons. It takes the form of two completely separate katana. This alone is quite uncommon, being a cause for celebration when an individual exhibits such a sought-after manifestation of their inner power. Ayano's, however, is stranger still. While most dual-bladed Zanpakutō represent two inner spirits that function both simultaneously and separately, hers are only tied to one, Shōtotsu Ken no Chō. Scholars, baffled by this fact, spent many decades questioning how a lonesome entity could manifest itself in two separate places at once, leaving no physical connection between the katana. They have a similarly difficult time knowing whether to call her blades by singular or plur
Carousel - England x ReaderEngland x ReaderCarousel - England x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"See that?" Arthur asked, pointing out a quick streak of light in between the stars, and you nodded excitedly. "It's a falling star."
"Falling?" you questioned. "B-but, why is it falling?" you sniffled, suddenly tearful. Where would the star go? Wouldn't it miss all its star-friends?
"That's just what they're called, love," he said gently, tucking hair behind your ear. "There's no reason to cry about it. They say if you see one and make a wish, it will come true!"
You gasped, all pity for the star now gone, and called up a wish to the night sky.
He chuckled and pulled you into his lap, placing a kiss on the top of your head as the carousel continued around and around.
The first time Arthur took you to what had become your favourite amusement park. The carousel was always the best part, with its cheery music and beautifully painted ponies that rode up and down.
There were so many memories from your childhood. You remembered always wantin
Miles Prower: The Absent Minded Genius (One Shot)Miles Prower: The Absent Minded Genius (One Shot)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Stupid wrench!" I growled under my breath as I gave my tool another sharp tug. It was times like these that made me jealous of Sonic, Knuckles, and the others who managed to get all the cool super powers while I can barely tighten a bolt. Oh sure, flying is great when you're trying to reach the top shelf in your pantry, but it doesn't do much good when you're trying to mount something as heavy as a wing onto a fuselage and a bolt manages to get stuck. I would call Knuckles, but I really don't want to hear all the rap I'd get later for calling him all the way from Angel Island to get him to help me with what amounts to opening a pickle jar. After working at the bolt for almost fifteen minutes I was starting to lose my patience. Hopefully I would have it finished before my date with Cosmo. I can't stand leaving a job unfinished, and I'd hate to be distracted by a stuck bolt while I'm with her.
It's funny, ever since Cosmo and I became an item after she came back I've discovered more thi
Entry 6Entry 6Entry 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My little amnesia problem has struck again. I don’t remember anything after 8pm last night, and I know up until that point I was at home camera ready to catch a glimpse for my illusive stalker. My only guess is that they made an appearance and I was drugged or something again. Apparently I’m into sleepwalking as well. I woke up in a ditch some miles from my house. The only reason I knew where I was was because I recognised the windmill. On another note, my chest aches like hell but there are no signs of any cuts or bruises.
I was in for a nasty little shock when I got home as well (I walked home, I wasn’t in any mood to deal with buses or for hitchhiking, and I don’t know what I would have said to any of my friends has I asked them to come pick me up). My front door was shut but not locked, which worried me, and then when I proceeded into my house, I was met with a ruined living room. The sofa was upt
What Awaits at the Farthest Ends...The night started with a bottle of scotch and a blank piece of paper. When he came to the beach it was a warm spring night, right on the verge of summer but the heat didn’t last. A chilling wind came rolling off the water as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The cold hadn’t bothered him, nothing really bothered him anymore.What Awaits at the Farthest Ends...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He spent the whole night on that beach dragging his palms through the coarse sand, letting it slip through his fingers. He gave his hands a long look- still heavily calloused and riddled with scars. His skin resembled the facades of the old beach houses- cracked and weathered from too much sun. He was sure his hair must be wild, salt-ridden and damp from the ocean spray, but that hardly mattered either.
He had tipped the bottle back and drank the rest of his liquid courage hours ago, the arthritic bones in his neck still sore from savoring that last sip.
Dawn crawled up the coast like a shadow, bringing a thick mist that hovered over the water. He
Sonic X: Eternal Angel - Prologue: The EndIt was quiet within the corridors of the Blue Typhoon. The only sound that could be heard was the engines, humming faintly as they pushed the titanic craft through space. It was not a natural silence, however. The halls that had once echoed with laughter and the warmth of friendship now felt cold and empty. Upon the bridge stood a group of close companions, all staring out of the main viewport with the same look of dysphoria frozen upon their faces. Cream clung tightly to Amy's waist as she wept softly. Amy turned to Sonic with a look of desperation in her eyes, her tears mingling with the makeup on her face as they ran down her cheeks. He said nothing, instead turning his gaze to the floor.Sonic X: Eternal Angel - Prologue: The End3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Mr. Sonic," Cream whimpered, "where's Cosmo? Is she okay?" He gave no answer, causing Cream to bawl into Amy's dress even harder.
Fifteen minutes passed before anyone spoke again. Knuckles was the first to break the silence.
"Where's Tails?" He asked with concern. Everyone save Sonic glanced aroun
Three Words - Switzerland x ReaderSwitzerland x ReaderThree Words - Switzerland x Reader2 years ago in Drama More Like This
You couldn't count how many times this had happened. Five, or ten, fifteen, or twenty? It was funny how you thought the numbers mattered.
As you curled up on the curb outside in the cold, a strangled sob escaped you.
How many times had they said anything? How many times had the nasty whispers been hushed as you walked by? Had they given you dirty looks? Had they made you feel like this?
How many times, how far too many times, had you sat alone and cried?
You could cry to the point where it gave you a migraine and you still couldn't stop the sobbing, even when the tears dried up. But the next day you could cry again. How you wanted it to stop. How you wanted to just run away. It would be a dream come true.
But you couldn't be thinking like this. Who were you? Not some crybaby. You had to be strong. You were sick of this. The only way it would stop if you made it stop.
You sniffed and angrily wiped your face with your arm, trying to convince yours
MCitR: Bright Lights, Big CityOnce, he supposes, cities lit up at night.MCitR: Bright Lights, Big City2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He's seen the pictures. Nyok, back before it all came down, every street and house and skyscraper blazing like a torch. Svega, all neon signs and light-up billboards a mile long, more like a fever-dream than anywhere anyone'd actually go to. Lun-over-the-sea, with the Circle lit all round the rim like a targeting reticle. Cuver, Aussin, Scow, you look hard enough and you'll find pictures of 'em all, each as bright and shiny as if they'd had a hundred thousand base-generators powering 'em up.
Nice bright shiny targets, the way he sees it. Not as if there weren't wars back then, either - hell, they'd planes and bombers to spare. Drones, too, and not the crappy tin-cans the Arkei've got scouting the places out neither. Proper NTF-style kit, with twice the money and a good deal more time spent on the tech.
No wonder it all came down. Light yourselves up like that, you're practically shouting your location to the nearest bunch of bastards who want
Entry 13Entry 13Entry 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The coordinates lead to Rockwood. Of all the fucking places it could be; it’s a loony bin, an abandoned mental institute. It’s what my mind is slowly becoming; a residence for the mentally disturbed. It’s a fair distance from here; at least fifty miles. It’s also in the middle of nowhere; not a single building for miles as far as I can see from the maps. It’s been abandoned for about ten years now, after the place burnt down, killing most of the staff and inmates. I think that it did it, I think it killed them.
Drawings coat the walls now; I can’t get those fucking symbols out of my head. I ran out of paper, so I've painted them on. Drawing them doesn't even help; it’s like it’s involuntary; instinctual almost. No eyes; I understand the symbol now, the circle with the cross through it; all seeing, no eyes. It’s that thing; I can feel it stare out at me from every single
Happiness Might Kill YouI'm terrified.Happiness Might Kill You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not of spiders or monsters or death,
but of happiness.
Pain splits your chest apart and wiggles its way between your ribs, it clenches your heart, clenching and releasing and forcing you to live.
Misery trails its fingers – made of icicles and salt – along the line of your jaw, it sizzles through your lips, forcing its arm down the length of your windpipe. Breathe through me, it whispers. Breathe.
It leaves you in the ocean, shackles on your ankles, and your nose beyond the surface. Close enough to exist but not enough to live.
Still, it's ordinary. There is no mystery in the dark when you are blind.
What might I be without most of what I am and all that I have known? What might daylight be like, in a world of everlasting night?
It's not despair that holds you to life – more terrifying than death might ever be – it's hope. It's the soft, desperate smiles – however underserving you are of them – beneath tear-stained eyes, their arms folding you into the re
Star Gazing.You sighed as the cool night breeze tossed your hair this way and that, almost playfully. The sky above was a dark velvety blue, dotted with thousands of tiny flecks of light. Blades of grass tickled your skin as you laid there, in what seemed like your own world. The earth seemed completely silent, aside from your deep, relaxed breathing. The night was perfect, good weather, crystal clear sky, and not an unpleasant sound to be heard. A smile tugged at your lips, as footsteps approached.Star Gazing.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"___? What are you-"
"Shhh, Come here, sit." You instructed. Your company followed your directions and sat next to you, in your little world of quietness.
"What are we doing?" he whispered,
"We're star gazing," you replied smoothly. You saw him smile from the corner of your eye, and laid back down in the cool, comforting grass. He followed suit, folding his hands over his stomach. He brought his eyes to the beautiful sky. He had to admit, the sight to his left was far more impress
In my defenseIn my defenseIn my defense2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(You have none)
I just needed someone to lean on
(For a while, then be done)
It’s not my fault you wanted more
(Told you I wasn’t like her)
And it’s been a year, yeah, I’m sure
(Can’t stop thinking about us being together)
You should be over us
(At least over me)
But your “I want to see you” rang a little… needy
(And that’s me being sweet)
I’m not sure how to tell you
(I’ve moved on, bigger fish to fry)
Without crushing what’s left of your pride
(It’s so easy to make you cry)
I feel wicked
(At least a little mean)
But hey, that’s life, move on, be free
(Because you and I weren’t ever really “we”)
.:Cendrillon:.Alice Kirkland observed herself in the floor-length mirror; how could an ugly like herself become such a beautiful swan? Of course it was that man's fault.:Cendrillon:.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alice had spent her day as she normally did: roaming around the marketplace, getting various necessities. A strange man who had recently set up shop in the bustling market beckoned to her as she walked past.
"Mon petite, do you wish to attend the prince's ball tonight?" his thickly accented voice cooed. "I hear he is looking for a bride."
The girl's ears perked at the man's words. "Of course I'd want to go, you bloody git," she replied, stepping farther into the tent shop. "Anyone would long to go."
The man smirked, seeing the desire in the girl's emerald eyes. "I can get you in."
The man repeated himself. "I can get you in. There's just one catch " He brandished a knife at her. "You must kill the prince."
Alice jumped back. "K-kill the prince?! Are you daft?!" She was finally ab