America x reader - Babysitting part 1Alfred~" you purred into your boyfriend's ear "Do you have some plans for summer break?"America x reader - Babysitting part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Nope" he answered between bites of his hamburger
"Perfect" you smiled and sat next to him "I've got keys to my family summer house. What do you think?"
"Cool! When are we going?" he asked
"Tomorrow morning" you smiled again
"I will be at 8am"
"Did you hear that?" demon asked "They will have all house just for themselves. It will be hot!"
Angels blushed "No! It's not right! They are still kids"
"Don't overdo it. They had have their first time already, so, the worst it behind them~"
"No! I'm going to do something that they will have any chance for do it"
You came back to your flat as quick as possible. You were so excited about end of the school and your summer with Alfred. You throw your diploma on the kitchen table for your parents and ran to your room. You took few pair of trousers, shorts, tee shirts, dresses, shoes, swimsuit, cosmetic and lots of other important thinks and put them into y
Connor: The Stuff of LifeHe walked right into it. He grunted, confronted with five men. They were a hard faced sort, smudged skin and clothes. Their chins had not seen a razor in weeks, probably. Not that he was worried about their appearance. At least not in the hygienic sense. It was what they held in their hands that drew his attention. Pistols. Swords. One of them had a rifle but no bayonet. The long barrel was pointed at his chest.Connor: The Stuff of Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With his feet in a wide stance, Connor stood, assessing. Retreat was still possible. He did not sense anything behind his back. He had never been one to fall back, however. Not from battle. Threats did not frighten him.
"And just where do you think you are going, friend?" one of the cutthroats asked, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.
Connor did not answer, just fixed him with a long hard stare. He held his hands carefully away from his weapons. Perhaps this was a mistake, possibly it was not him they really were waiting for. But then, he'd never believed in coincidence. There
TortureMetal clanked as consciousness gripped him, causing him to toss a bit in his dazed state. The sounds of the bonds gripping his wrists tightly reminded him of the day before. The smooth touch of her hands and the slow agony she had caused him as the cool knife cut through his skin. The cold, cutting laughter she had made before she left, twirling the knife through her fingers with a strange mastered skill as if she had years of experience. The red that coated the knife, that now lay in small droplets on the floor, having slid off the sharp metal. The groans and yells, shrieks and pleads he had made, still echoing off the walls around him.Torture8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Grunting, his eyes opened slowly, wincing as he did so. One brown eye could be seen, but the other was covered by eyelids with black, blue, and purple shadings, caused by the butt of the knife. He turned his head to look to his right, but his vision blackened with sudden dizziness and his head began to throb. He closed his eyes, waiting for the throbbi
BeatenMy ragged breathing filled the silence of the small cold room as I stood, head down, to watch the fresh blood trickling down my arm pool on the floor by my side in a spreading stain. A rush of dizziness makes me pitch dangerously to one side but I catch myself at the last moment and stagger backwards, slamming my back into the wall. I let out a short choked scream as the pain racks my senses and races through my body. Slowly, I slide down the wall and sit heavily on the hard floor.Beaten8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shit, that hurt. Everything fucking hurts. My body's pulsing, still feeling the blows that no
longer pound me.
I rest my head on the wall behind me and let the cold of the cement calm my raging headache. A shiver goes all the way up my spine, jarring my body. Ow. Shit. Shifting, I try to find a more comfortable section of wall but end up gasping as my broken ribs cry bloody murder at the sudden movement. A few hot tears escaped, stinging the hell out of the bloody scrapes on my cheeks. I lift my hand, which
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.Do you know the taste of the universe?2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a long time to you, and eventually you sneak a look at the crying man who smells like Portland and loneliness, and he sees you. He leans down until you can see the red lines in his eyes and he whispers to you.
“Do you know the taste of the universe?”
And you look up at him with your little-girl eyes and shake your head because you can’t
Sopor Flavored Sweetheart(Female!Silver Blood!Reader X Gamzee)Sopor Flavored Sweetheart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You chuckled, smiling at the Sopor-covered clown in front of you. You have been cooking some Sopor pie with Gamzee, who had scared himself while holding the pie. He had stepped on one of his many clown horns, making him jump into the air. He landed on his rear shortly thereafter, the pie landing on his head, covering him with Sopor slime. Though, in order for it to land on his head, the pie tin had to get skewered by his horns.
You smiled and wiped the Sopor off of his face. He smiled back at you, chuckling. “Thanks my motherfuckin wicked sis.” He said.
“Anytime my Sopor-tasting purple blood.” You replied. Gamzee smiled and looked you up and down. You looked just like a female Karkat. That was because you were a silver blood, a much rarer blood color than red. It had no place on the hemospectrum at all. This was mainly because your blood color gave
100 Species Challenge100 (non-extinct) Species Challenge100 Species Challenge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This extreme challenge was loving created by me to try and get other artists out of their comfort zone. You get to pick a species to draw that falls under the category (all living animals are covered, only once, in this challenge) rather than having a set species. Simply draw an animal for each number and please link back to this deviation (or give me credit) for the challenge as I spent a fair few hours sorting this out.
Please don't modify and then claim it as your own. I will be doing a bird, mammal and chordata versions. This version was created for my group, Animal-Anatomy.
Example: rats, mice, squirrels, porcupines, beavers, guinea pigs, hamsters
Example: flatworms, hairy backs
Example: characins, pencilfishes, hatchetfishes, piranhas, tetras
Mr. unforgiven [ Insane!Sollux x Reader ]Mr. unforgiven [ Insane!Sollux x Reader ]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hello bros- BYE BROS! 8D
Read this please:
* Your ages:
* Sollux has a lisp, I am only not writing it.
* Sollux will forever love youuuuu~
-EDIT #1001: I.. did a lot of edits, yet, I'm still so lazy to re-read it again.. v uv Me and MY lazy ass!-
The yellow-blooded troll is like this and will always be like this, he was mistaken she was humiliated the faults he made them were titled unforgiven.
He loved her too much, he wanted her to be his only, he confused her and many others, he is way too much to be taken, a weigh on the chest was forever be felt -in her chest- it is when he's near her, by her, when he holds her, he kisses her, he makes love for her. He heart still skipped the beats, she was only confused as if to stay with him or not.
He said he'll protect her, love her, keep her save, he did. He only did it the wrong way.
what i notice about peoplepeople cannot sit still. they fidget, they worry about their weight, they lie on stiff bones, they twist nervous hairs. awkward situations call for awkward laughter, but it is never funny.what i notice about people6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
people form habits to feel there is consistency and a ledge to grip on this slipping world. wake-up-at-seven-oh-three-and-get-out-of-bed-by-seven-oh-five-and-put-on-size-seven-blue-slippers-right-next-to-bed-and-brush-teeth-and-shower-and-bring-coffee-to-work-and-drive-to-work-and-walk-in-at-eight-thirty.
people will happily call their favourite song (shoes/beliefs/friend/mother) stupid if someone says so first. people see differences as swimming against the current: certainly, they'll drown.
people imagine love where there isn't any. if there is an arguable position of love and hate, they will admit that it is hate, but believe that it is love. tell them that they are loved, they will trust it. tell them that sex is another name for love, they will use the words interchangably. romantics at heart an
The FairytaleShe is the Princess.The Fairytale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adorned with gorgous features, graceful actions, and a gigantic heart, Liechtenstien was her name. Her kingdom was merged with another... until the war occured. Despite the gained independence, her kingdom was crumbling. Her kind slim fingers just weren't strong enough.
Taking noble acts one after another, tragedy wasn't satified. Liechtenstien watched as her beloved kingdom fell before her. She ran in under the crying clouds, unable to think of the next action.
The damsel in distress.
Resting in the shadows of the umber building, she looks almost like an angel who fell from the Heavens. I just couldn't take my eyes off of her. Liechtenstein slightly sirred, but she still didn't notice me. Her rough breathing revealed her severe exhaustion.
Finally, something... Emerged inside me.
I could NOT leave her alone. I felt a sense of duty that I must protect her no mat
despondenti.despondent3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"are you sleepy today?"
"but you were sleepy yesterday."
she stirs her pomegranate green-tea until it turns from clear to purple
setting it on her bedside table and climbing back into bed again.
her fingers follow the bluer-than-usual constellation veins on her wrists and down
to the freckle on her forearm and then the scar on the inside of her elbow
crossing the tendon as if it were crux.
and then she remembered that God hasn't been with her lately.
today is long and sunny but when she steps outside the humidity creaks her bones
and her skin starts to inflame.
she assumes that if getting the mail is a struggle, having a child would be too.
often times when she sets her tea down she remembers that her Bible is in the drawer beneath
along with the crucifix necklace that her mother made her.
her husband comes home late nowadays and she never questions why that may be
because she knows.
she would do the same too if she had a wife who took four different
wishes on paper stars.i cut out paper stars and color them black. on starless nights, i drop them from my rooftop and watch them fall, slowly, and fade into the grass below.wishes on paper stars.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
and as they fall, i wish on them. it's the same wish, over and over and over.
'what do you want most?' you ask me, your warm brown eyes staring into my dark ones.
but i have to look away. i'll never be able to tell you that the only thing i want anymore is for you to be happy.
'i'm sorry,' i tell you over the phone, my eyes staring at an empty wall in my room.
'for what?' you ask, confused.
'i failed,' i say, wrapping a blanket around me. 'i failed.'
because none of those wishes have come true.
RussiaxReader: Rotton Boy Grotesque RomanceWas I born to be in love with her?RussiaxReader: Rotton Boy Grotesque Romance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Such a pretty little thing, I think to myself as I watch my love through the curtains of the window. How fortunate I am that she lives right across from me. She comes outside and waters the plants in her front yard, her soft hair falling in front of her eyes. So beautiful.
It will be a pleasure when I become one with her. I want her to be mine, and mine alone.
I move from the window and lean against the wall, which I have covered with papers on which I have written everything I know about her.
"Love me." I mumble, and the papers flutter with the slight breeze I create. Next to the papers are pictures I have taken of her secretly: eating, hanging out with her friends, playing with cats, and sleeping. There is even a picture of her undressing that I was lucky to get when she left her blinds up one night.
I pick up a little doll that looks exactly like her and run a finger down its felt cheek, imagining what it would be like to touch the real thing. To f
Pony!EnglandxReader Uhhh...A/NPony!EnglandxReader Uhhh...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You all knew this would be coming eventually! Besides I'm a brony. So it had to be done~! Muahahaha!
Clip clop, clip clop...
When you arrived at the door to your boyfriend's house that was what you heard coming from inside. We all know strange things are bound to happen at Arthur's house, but the sound of hooves hitting the floor? You stood there for a moment wondering if you should just turn around and leave. But alas, you being the good person you were decided to stay. Besides he even called practically demanding for you to come over. He said something along the lines of 'I need urgent help, and you're the only one I trust right now.' So you figured he must've done something pretty bad this time. You just hopped it wasn't like when he almost caught his house on fire...
You stood at the door for a moment longer. Contemplating on whether you should really enter or not. Even
Flavours and Fun - AradiaYou rubbed your sleeve against your forehead, wiping off the sweat on your temple. You put the apple pie in the oven and grinned in satisfaction. Oh, how you were looking forward to seeing the look on your girlfriend’s face when she’ll take a bite out of that (hopefully) appetizing pie.Flavours and Fun - Aradia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were now watching random episodes on the Discovery Channel, knowing that your matesprit, Aradia, likes to watch her shows on archaeology when she gets home from working at the city’s museum. She had a real passion for archaeology and you knew it quite well. In fact, what got you to meet her was because you both studied archaeology and history together in college. Even though you were more of a historic person, you got along well the same way peanut butter and jelly suit each other. You had been together for over two sweeps – or four years in human terms – and you never regretted the day you asked her out after waiting out in the cold to see her. You ended up getting bro
2P! FACE Family X Reader Chapter 2 [Request]"Poppet, you wouldn't mind helping me mix the cupcake batter would you?" Arthur said, obviously having trouble with the large bowl that was filled with multi-colored goop.2P! FACE Family X Reader Chapter 2 [Request]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You were officially a maid for these four men, and you couldn't stand it. You were forced to wear this frilly outfit that so didn't suit you. You were stressing about how short it was, but no one seemed to care or notice. Unable to refuse, you strolled casually up to Arthur, grabbing a wooden spoon and stirring the mixture obediently. Arthur nodded approvingly and went to preheat the oven. You snuck your hand into one of the utensil drawers, drawing out a rather big knife. You brandished it, preparing to attack and escape.
"The oven is heating up, luv." you heard Arthur say from the next room. "It'll be ready in a second." His voice was getting closer.
You wielded the knife, and charged at him as he enter the room. Something went flying at your knife with a loud, metallic clang, and your weapon was knocked to t
The Rose Diaries Pt1: Intro."What are you working on Amy?" the curiosity got the better of Cream.The Rose Diaries Pt1: Intro.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm working on this little contraption. You see, when I was only 8 years old, I used a chaos to transform me into 12 years of age, remember Cream?"
Cream nodded, trying to remeber way back then. She wasn't around at that time, but remeberd hearing it from tails.
"I became a freedom fighter and I was really excited. The thing was, I never had any special skills. I was always the one to, well, I was a backround peice... I never had any fighting abilities or experiences. And now, being only 12, I still do not have anything special about me, just a dumb piko-piko hammer..."
"Oh Amy, your special to me. Your our friend, its not like we hate you."
"Like Sonic..." mumbled Amy.
"What was that?" asked Cream.
"Oh, nothing.." she heaved.
"So, tell me about this um, contraption thingy."
"Well, Im assuming, if I find enough energy source, that this thing will allow a two year future to surpass. Making me 14 years old! I can then
Billionaire: Dirk x Reader [Songfic]~ I want to be a billionaire, so, frigging, bad… Buy all of the things I never had! ~Billionaire: Dirk x Reader [Songfic]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Alright Dirk,” You stretch out the tiredness in your body, shirt raising a little to show a bit of stomach as you ruffle your best friend’s hair playfully, which he somewhat scowled at. “Everyone wants to be a billionaire. Trust me on that, for sure, ‘kay?” You flash one of your signature grins at him, book bag slung over one shoulder like someone out of an anime. Then, you turn on your heel, casually walking out the classroom with a piece of your S’mores Pop tart in your mouth. Needless to say, you loved reenacting animes at any point you could.
When Dirk jogs up next to you to keep up pace, his book bag on his side like it normally was hands behind his head casually. “No, I’m serious [Name].” He said after a few minutes of silence, turning his head towards you, and you chuckle a bit, looking up at the slow moving clouds.
EnglandxReader- The StageYou stared up at the stage, bottle of beer in one hand, chattering friends all around you. Somehow they had convinced you to come to this weird male strip club that had just opened and was supposed to be fantastic. Men from all different countries showed off their amazing bodies on stage for drunk, lonely women.EnglandxReader- The Stage2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So far, you were dubious. Sure that albino "Prussian" was incredibly hot and the Frenchman with all the roses was handsome but other than that… nothing. And then the Brit came onstage.
He wore nothing but a pair of underpants in the colors of the British flag. He had messy blonde hair and brilliant green eyes with ridiculous bushy eyebrows that somehow didn't make him look ugly but all the more attractive. You sat up in your seat, staring attentively at the man.
"Ladies…." said the announcer, "He likes long walks in the park and reading romances all night… Please welcome ARTHUR KIRKLAND!" The room filled with applause and cheers. Arthur did some sort
Canada One Shot/ Meeting for the First TimeYou rolled in the fluffy snow laughing at the wonder of finally see the stuff. Finally you rolled on your back and laughed. The catching your breath, just lay there staring up at the sky with its smudges of clouds. Your turtle Carl crawled out of your pocket slightly dizzy and sat on your chest.Canada One Shot/ Meeting for the First Time2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
From the corner of your eye you say a boot and then a quiet, soft voice floated down to you, “Excuse miss? Are you alright?” You sat up and stared at the source of the voice. The owner was a young man with golden hair as soft as his voice; he wore glasses (like you), and a tan coat. He peered down at you in concern. “Umm…you were just lying there…. I thought you might me hurt.” He said quietly. He looked embarrassed to have been worried when there was nothing to be concerned about.
Had he see you twirling in the snow? You quickly stood up and clutched Carl in your hands. You bit your lip and didn’t look at him. “I’m fine. Thank
2P England x Reader-Traped pt2He raised his knife and went straight for you head.2P England x Reader-Traped pt23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Thinking quickly you moved your head just in time knife missing you by mere millimeters. Standing there you stare at the knife that is still swaying slightly from the force of the impact.
"Poppet it's no fun if you move" Artie laughed with a grin on his face, Artie shoves you into the wall and grabs your face with his hands.
"You have such beautiful skin did you know that?" he whispered with a faraway look in his eyes, while stroking the right side of you face. "Just like silk" you looked at him with a wide eyed expression 'what the hell just happened?' you think 'what happened to the guy who was trying to kill you a moment ago?'
"I wonder if it's just as easy to cut." Artie said his eyes focusing again. 'Oh there he is' you think sarcastically. His hands left your face only to grasp the knife stuck in the wall and pull it out. Seeing this you try to move away, but his free ha
2P Engalnd x Reader-Trapped-------Your POV-------2P Engalnd x Reader-Trapped3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was your mission. All you had to do was infiltrate Artie's house (Artie is Arthur Kirkland's 2p half) and retrieve all the people in his hidden pantry. The poor people or special ingredients as he liked to call them were going to be killed and put into the cupcakes he didn't poison. You had to hurry.
------- Artie's POV-------
"Tonight's going to be fun" I giggled to myself. I can't wait until [name] comes over! I thought while I skipped down the stairs. I pulled the skeleton key out of my pocket and proceeded down the hall way to lock all the doors. When I was done with that I went around to all the windows and locked them. I left that one unlocked in the living room so that [name] could climb through. Then I made my way to the kitchen.
The house was dead silent, not even the wind dared to blow. You crept along like a shadow, at this point you were going down a long hallway with many doors. Your boss who had given you the blue prints of
Dark!RussiaxReader - MonarchAhh, my dear sunflower! Why are you crying like that? Please don't cry, think of it as me saving you from Belarus' wrath! What? You want to be freed? I cannot do that my dear, not while she lurks.Dark!RussiaxReader - Monarch3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You do realize how beautiful you look today? That dress is inspired by the monarch butterfly, right? It matches so nicely to the sunflower I painted on to wall! Oh? Yao-Yao? He's okay, he's still in China. I only have his wax duplicate with me and you'll join his wax replica, my little sunflower. Oh dear, you're crying again. Let me wipe the tears away. They'll ruin the dress. What? Is that Belarus I hear? Oh please be silent, I shall quickly return.
I am back my dearest sunflower! Oh dear, it appears you tried to hurt yourself. Let me help you with your injuries, What's that, the blood on my coat? Oh, it's only the blood of Belarus. She's dead, we have no reason to fear her now! What to do with the corpse? Simple! She'll become a wax figure, just like Yao-Yao! Oh, what's with the tears?