Try me.Richard's POV.Try me.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Paul stirred restlessly in my arms, pulling me into the reality which, for the first time since the start of our so called relationship, I wasn't afraid to face. Furthermore, not only was I not intimidated by it, but quite the contrary, I was eagerly looking forward to every moment, as the first thought which invaded my mind when I finally woke up was that Paul, - my Paul, - the person who I had found myself loving faithfully and devotedly, was snuffling quietly by my side.
I opened my eyes to look at him, carefully turning my head on the pillow to avoid any chance of waking him up by my movements. Paul was still apparently sound asleep, cuddling beside me, his nose trustingly nuzzled into the side of my chest, his even breathing tickling my skin lightly with warm flows of air, one of his still bandaged hands resting casually upon my stomach. I smiled at the thought that, finally, after all the problems, troubles and breakdowns both of us had had to face, we were a
Addicted.Paul's POV.Addicted.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It must sound really strange, and I won't mind if you call me a pervert, but recently I've come to love being ill immensely. Yes, exactly, being absolutely and helplessly ill. Not that I enjoy the feeling of being sick and weak and how the bloody temperature threatens to vaporize my brain, and neither I feel like spending days under the blanket, picking at the diverse menu of pills during breakfast, lunch and dinner and then trying not to suffocate because the bloody nose refuses to let me breathe properly, feeling as if my head is filled with cast iron which makes it so heavy that my neck starts to ache as well as I try to keep it straight. No, that does suck.
But there is one advantage which makes all the rest absolutely unimportant. The advantage is actually you. I love being ill while you are around. I cherish every agonizing moment of my fever, I am ready to worship and sing praises of every single degree which turns my body into a scorching prison as long as your gent
More than meets the eyeHe has always been there. For everyone how needed him and called for help. He has always been the hard worker. When others would give up, he would continue to push forward, to keep everything going. He was always beautiful, always admired by everyone men and women alike. In other's eyes he had it all: the fame, the fortune, the appreciation and the beauty.More than meets the eye3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But do they really know me? Do they even see the hurt in me? How can they be so blind to everything? Alone here in my room after all the doors are closed behind me and the screams of the fans have long faded away, all I have to keep me company are my pain and solitude. Have I done something wrong? Why don't I deserve to be loved? Why don't I deserve to have someone by my side, to care and caress away the pain in my soul? Have I done someone wrong? What are the sins I need to pay for? I have always tried to help, always tried to be nice. Sure, I have my moments of being mean, but who doesn't?
I look around me
Black Russian Breakfast"Black Russian Breakfast"Black Russian Breakfast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Starring Paul and Richard
As soon as I woke, Richard rolled over on top of me and sat up to straddle me. It wasn't like him to watch me sleep, but it was clear that he'd been doing just that.
"Ngh," I grunted from the extra weight, bringing my hands up to grab him around the waist. I stroked his lower back a bit, still half-asleep, gazing up at my lover through lazy lids. "Let me wake up first," I mumbled, postponing the usual morning sex session just a bit longer.
I continued to lazily stroke his back, then quietly drifted off once more. Awoken by my own snore, I snapped back to attention, causing Richard to chuckle.
"Come join me for coffee when you actually wake up," he said, patting me on the chest before climbing off me. He walked over to the dresser and threw on a black wifebeater before retreating out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. In the moment that the door was open, the scent of brewing coffee wafted in. It meant that Richard
And I wait for Paradise. III.And it was alright in the morning. It felt good. It was warm and comfortable and soft, as if I was enclosed by a cloud from my head to my toes, and it was smelling nicely. Like something warm and pleasant. It was actually smelling like home.And I wait for Paradise. III.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I smiled to myself. Being home felt wonderful. It felt safe. And right. I yet couldn't gather my dissipating thoughts enough to understand what sort of home it was, or even what meaning the word held for me, my head being too light and leaving me with only some vague sensations.
I could also hear some quiet noise, but I couldn't distinguish what it was either - the rustle of leaves, some melody or maybe somebody talking in a soft voice somewhere close. I let myself float along with it, enjoying that distant hum in my ears, and after a while it finally started to get more familiar, barely audible intonations merging into sounds, sounds becoming first very discreet syllables, then turning into phrases, and I at last realized who the voice belo
Dreams. Chapter 2Starring: Richard/Paul.Dreams. Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The memories of last night came back to me, how Richard mercilessly kicked me, how he left me to my fate and how the darkness surrounded me in a sweet embrace. A chill ran down my back and I realized I was stammering something but no sense. Richard came closer and ..... "DO NOT APPROACH MORE , STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Richard freaked out pulling down the chair and stumbling with her he fell to the ground. I looked at him with fearful eyes and he returned me the same look. We spent lots of time in that way, he on the floor and me in bed. The room was silent until Richard spoke. "Pa ...... Paul, what...... What is wrong? " I didn't answer, What is wrong! Did he want to pretend that nothing had happened! That bastar ..... "What are you doing?" I almost cried. He stood up and placed the chair in the corner of the room. He looked at me and he warily approached at me. I jumped up the bed, my legs buckled and I fell to the ground. Richard ran to me, he knelt and t
And I wait for Paradise. I.Richard's POV.And I wait for Paradise. I.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We managed to do away with loading Paul's stuff into my car at precisely the right moment – when, after a whole evening of awful sweltering heat and a number of furiously loud, but still rather harmless, roars of thunder and flashes of lightning, the rain finally started. It all of a sudden decided to pour down, as if watching us doing the numerous raids back and forth between his flat and my car and waiting for the most appropriate moment to finally say its own goodbye to Paul's previous life.
Hell, not only Paul's. My own was just about to take an equally drastic turn as well, since we finally had started to put the mere conversations about moving in together into more decisive actions.
Not that we had really been living separately during the last few months. Paul tended to come and stay with me occasionally, remaining at my place for a few days, or I would visit him in his flat. Unusually empty, quiet and fairly comfortless, so he had been trying to avoid being
Canada x Reader Oneshot: Teach me FrenchClosing your French textbook, you threw it at a tree. You couldn’t believe your teacher was failing you in class! If you didn’t get your grade up soon, your parents were going to ground you for life! They had pulled your curfew down to 9 when they saw it was a C last month, you shuddered to imagine what it would be if they saw anything lower.Canada x Reader Oneshot: Teach me French3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sighing, you stood up and jogged over to pick up your book. You were in the park, one of your favorite places. All the maple trees were losing their leaves as the fall quickly became winter, and your feet made a delightful crunching noise on the ground. Bending over, you froze when you heard rapid, panicked breathing nearby. Peeking around the tree, you saw a blonde haired boy with a single curl huddled up into a ball. He wore a fuzzy coat with a vivid red maple leaf sewn to the back, and a small stuffed polar bear sat next to him.
“Uh, are you-“ You started to ask, wondering if he was crying or something. He looked up, blu
Melting my Heart Ch 1 RussiaxReader [SUPER FLUFFY]The storm that raged outside was the worst it had been in the last century.Melting my Heart Ch 1 RussiaxReader [SUPER FLUFFY]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan sat in front of the fire in his favorite chair reading. He looked up at
the clock and realized what time it was. It was late, he got up and stretched
then set his book down on the table. He walked over to the window and looked
outside, the snow had slowed some but the wind was blowing even harder. Off in
the distance he saw the door to his barn flapping wildly in the wind.
"I could have sworn I locked that up tight." He said as he headed to the front
door so he could secure the door again. He put on his hat, boots and
jacket,grabbed his flashlight and hurried to the barn. As he got to the door,
he heard the animals inside making a commotion, that usually meant one thing,
something had gotten in. He entered carefully, listening for any growls or
snarling that may come from a hungry predator, but he heard none of that. He
walked in and looked around, shi
Pesant!EnglandxPrincess!Reader- Diffrent SidesPesant!EnglandxPrincess!Reader- Diffrent Sides3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Diffrent Sides of the Castle
The wedding was a sucess, and you and Feliks were married. Your dress was a beautiful white, and although Feliks wanted to wear a dress as well, your father refused. So he wore a pink tux. Eight months after that, you had a beautiful baby boy. Luckily, he was born with your hair, and green eyes with no bushy eyebrows ontop of them. However, your choice in name had shocked everyone, especially your father.
"Arthur..." you said. Eveyrone looked at you.
"Why would you name him something of the sort?" Your father asked. You looked at him and shrugged.
"He looks like an Arthur to me" You said to him, as the infant tried to reach for your finger, which you happily gave him. Your father sighed.
"He's not my son, so I won't say anything." You smiled at him. Arthur cooed. You lightly bounced him. Feliks smiled. You'd already told him he'd have to act as if he was Arthur's father, even thoug
The Beauty of YouHow I so love the life inside your eyes,The Beauty of You2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The way your smile makes everything okay.
I feel it's true and not just a disguise,
And your character is far from cliche.
You are one of a kind, truly unique.
You are faultless in everything you do.
Every time we talk, my heart skips a beat.
I'm just so lucky to have met you.
You are so very honest and quite kind.
You are truly funny and just worth it.
People like you are beyond hard to find.
You fit my definition of perfect.
I really do love every part of you,
Without you, I don't know what I would do.
Melting my Heart Ch 2 Russia ReaderHe woke up with the girl still wrapped in his arms, he looked at her andMelting my Heart Ch 2 Russia Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
smiled, hoping she would wake up soon. He wanted to know her name and why she
was in his barn. The fire was still going, he had gotten up a few times to
throw more wood on throughout the night. He lay her on the rug and got up to
add a few more logs to the fire, once the wood had caught, he threw on his
sweater and headed for the kitchen. Hopefully she would wake soon, and if she
did, she was going to be hungry. He had no idea when the last time she had
eaten was so he decided the best thing to make her was some porridge, it would
be gentle on her stomach and nourish her body.
He was spooning some porridge into a bowl when he heard a crash. He ran to the
living room and saw the girl laying there, the blanket wrapped around her. It
looked like she had tripped over it.
"Stupid legs." She said as she tried to stand back up. He smiled and walked
over to her.
Fruehling In Paris, Pt.1Oh non rien de rienFruehling In Paris, Pt.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh non je ne regrette rien
Wenn ich ihre Haut verlieβ
Der Frühling blutet in Paris * (c)
“Flight BA162 New York-Paris is delayed two hours due to weather conditions.”
“Dammit,” I sighed, burying my face in my hands and coarsely rubbing it with both palms. Two more hours in this madhouse of an airport, for God's sake, and six more on the plane, not counting the two I had already spent here. What on Earth had I done to deserve such fate?
I sighed again and took my hands off my face, stretching in the less than comfortable plastic chair, my limbs already stiff from the two hour wait, and tried to massage life back into the muscles of my neck.
Why did I always have to be the one to travel from one continent to another, back and forth, on these bloody business trips? Why couldn't I just be left alone in my office in Berlin instead of all those ramblings all over the entire globe, representing the company I wor
Melting my Heart Ch 7 Final RussiaxReaderIt had been a few weeks since the man from her past had come looking for her.Melting my Heart Ch 7 Final RussiaxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Neither had talked about it, there was no need too. She understood that he did
what he felt he needed to do. She was sure he didn't just talk to them, he did
more, but she didn't want to know the details.
Then one day, there was a knock on the door. Ivan told her to wait in the
kitchen and went to answer it. She stood next to the kitchen door and listened.
"Can I help you?" Ivan asked the man after opening the door.
"You are a big one aren't you? I think you already know why I'm here."
"You're not getting her." He said, the look on his face quickly changing.
"She does belong to us and for you to keep her, well, that's stealing and I'm
afraid I can't allow that."
"I don't care, she's mine now and if you try to take her, no one will ever find
you either." He leaned over and menacingly whispered to the man. He knew she
was listening and didn't want her to hear.
"Yea, I figured that's what happened. Well
Of Games and LicoriceOf Games and Licorice3 years ago in Settings More Like This
You only had one word to describe your mood and that word will forever (or at least for the day) be 'BORED'. You looked around your room to see if there's anything you can do to make yourself busy. You found nothing, unfortunately. You tried checking your laptop. You suddenly remembered your plans to play either random oni games, custom stories of Amnesia, Happy Wheels, Can Your Pet, Ju-On the Grudge or Slender that day but you weren't in the mood to do it. You even tried watching PewDiePie's epic game walkthroughs but you still didn't feel contented (le gasp!). You knew that you can't do anything anymore that day so you decided to take a short nap. You fell face-down on your bed, burying your face on your pillow. After finally being able to find a comfortable spot, you closed your eyes and started falling asleep. You were at peace until your phone disturbed your sleep. At first, you thought of ignoring it, but after a few moments, the ringing of your phone started annoying you. You ha
Escapade || Denmark x Noble!ReaderEscapadeEscapade || Denmark x Noble!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Denmark x Noble!Reader
Being both an only child and a noble had its perks. You had what you wanted when you wanted it, but most importantly, you were treated with respect. This was something rare that most girls in your day and age didn't get to have.
Your lifestyle had its downsides, though, and being a smart girl you could see right through others' masks. They were those who betrayed others because of either self-gain or self-preservation.
Anyways, you had all the breathtaking dresses you could ever want, but you didn't like wearing those suffocating death traps. You also had all the shoes you wanted, but you hated high heels with a burning passion. You had to keep your head held high and had to be courteous to anyone even if they were egoistical creeps. You really hated this.
What a cliché start, eh?
Give it a minute.
Sighing, you gathered your soft and delicate hair in a high pony tail, imitating the poorer girls you had seen on the paved streets of your quaint litt
The rest is silence - Part IIIThe bright moon was shining brighter than I had ever seen it shine…or maybe it was just my perception of thing was altered by the closeness of the man I loved and considered to be my soul mate. I took a deep breath and continued to pour my soul and to lay it at the feet of Richard.The rest is silence - Part III3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“I’m sorry, and not just because the duty of a friend is to look out for you. No, that would be the noble, the right thing to be feeling. But I am neither righteous nor…. I am sorry because I love you, Richard. I have for a very long time and I can’t hold it inside. I feel like burning inside when I see you with other people, when I know that another brings you comfort and not me.”
I looked at him and saw the look of confused feelings running on the soft features of his face. They were made even softer and brighter by the moon. It was really strange how in these moments I could pay so much attention to so many details, I thought I would be mortified and scared senseless.
SBURB OST: Those Who PlaySBURB OST: Those Who Play3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sburbs' out; you've got your disc
You have to play, despite the risk
The game arrived here rather late
There's little time, you mustn't wait
It's time to play this deadly game
It's loaded now- so what's your name?
These imps are weak, but come in packs
So even though their raw strength lacks
Their numbers make them hard to fight
They scratch, they kick, they claw, they bite
In any case, they want your life
So come on imps, it's time to STRIFE!
The Furthest Ring hides that which we
Can't understand, and cannot flee
You can't hide from the creatures there
For they can see you anywhere
The Horrorterrors in the void
They see the light; want it destroyed
They shroud themselves in mystery
But you know of their history
Don't talk to them, unless you're fond
Of grimdarkness, like Miss Lalonde...
A hero killed, their friends shall mourn
Their arms cut off, their throat is torn
But they lucked out; though they are dead
They lie upon a special bed
Their dream self rises, glowing bright
Its form e
LycanI am nothing...Lycan6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but a monster.
Smiling through glazed eyes
and a human heart,
The moon's golden-blue gaze
within my hateful grasp.
Plummeting towards hell
I am death through the eyes of the killer
Life in the hands of Lucifer
Let the icy rain pour down from the sky,
Please wash away my terrible blood laced tears.
Did you know
that acceptance and hatred
are forms of the same poison?
Someday I will burn before the gods who created me,
Kneel before the lives of mortals,
MonsterIt had been a morning like any other morning, and led into a night like any other night.Monster3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The large figure settled down in her bed, a nest of white sheets and miscellaneous soft items found around the lab. The room was small and safe, decorated only with a dusty bookshelf and a small, plain desk in the opposite corner. Forgotten, torn pages and reports littered the floor, text illegible and irrelevant.
The only light in the room was allowed access through the cracked and filthy window that perched in the higher half of the room; it was positioned so golden rivulets from the setting sun would spill through and over the nest.
The last red traces of a dying sun flitted over the once-pristine sheets that cushioned the great body of the Ninetales, and they trailed off the tufts of pale gold fur. The sun was below the horizon now, allowing the first few stars above to blink into view. A sphere of icy white appeared in the sky, brightening as the ball of fire sank lower and lower behind the di
99 LuftBallons‘Damn this stupid war…’ I thought as I walked along the cobble stone path to the house I hadn’t been in in over twenty years, thirty nine years to be exact. I am the small island nation of (Nation Name) and I was raised by America. Or so he liked to think…but before he came to overtake my nation…I was helped to live by his opponent in this relatively bloodless standoff…Russia. He would come in to my micro nation and bring me food and news and encourage my young self to stand up and attend a world meeting alongside him. I would always deny it…since I was shy and nervous. I would sing for him and give him bouquet after bouquet of Sunflowers which are plentiful on my island.99 LuftBallons3 years ago in Romance More Like This
America came in about ten years before the second world war after seeing me at Russia’s home, I had been visiting to bring him and Christmas bouquet of poinsettias and sunflowers, the largest from my garden, and after finding out that I was not under the Russi
Canada x Reader x Iceland IIChapter Two: Him, Right?Canada x Reader x Iceland II3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I don't like Emil. I definitely don't like him. I don't like anyone. And just because he has beautiful eyes, it doesn't mean I'm into him. I just think he has beautiful eyes. Mattie has beautiful eyes, too, doesn't he? Yes they're violet too, aren't they?
Your mind refused to let you forget how quickly your heart started to beat at the proximity of Emil.
And at those thoughts, as your head filled with his lips and his eyes and his warmth, the scarlet heat returned to your cheeks.
"Just breathe," you tell yourself as you let out a calming breath. "Think about Mattie." You raise your finger and press it against the orange doorbell, letting the chimes fill the crisp, late autumn air.
The door was quickly thrown open by Mattie's crazy brother, Alfred. He saw you and started laughing before shouting, "Mattie! Your girlfriend is here!" The noises being emitted from his mouth started to sound like snorts. "Mattie, hurry about! The tip of her nose is
Romano x Reader - The BalconyThe BalconyRomano x Reader - The Balcony1 year ago in Romance More Like This
They say down here in Southern Italy, cool summer breezes are the best. It’s a nice, happy feeling while the air brushes against your skin and your dress flaps to the direction of the wind. Though I don’t particularly like it when I open my doors to the balcony, my sketches always fly out from on top of my desk to the streets of Naples. I always have to go down and get them before they can scatter away.
It happened again. “Oh shoot!” My sketches fly through the doors and flows through the air. My feet run across the cold marble floor and down the steps out into the streets. I hurriedly chase and collect all of them before I loose them. On my way to grab one sketch, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Excuse me signora, but if you’re going to let your papers run free, at least know where they’re going to land.” A man with a gravelly voice said behind me as I pick up a sketch.
I turn around and slowly and the man is holding out
Sending Wishes to the Sea~ Pirate!GilbertxReaderThere once was a girl who lived in a beautiful estate by the sea. She had everything in the world that she could wish for, bit all she really wanted was some time for herself. She would often go to the seashore and sit for hours on the sand and stare at the rolling waves. It was a beautiful and calm time for her, a way for her to leave the stresses of life. It was here that she could take off the heavy dresses, the corsets, the petticoats and wear a simple smock and just play for a bit. It was something that she was sure that her stuffy governess would have been horrified to see and the gossipy maids would laugh and tell the whole town about it… but that was part of why she liked this midnight tryst so much…Sending Wishes to the Sea~ Pirate!GilbertxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
They didn’t know she was doing this at all.
It was just her and the beach… or so she thought.
One night, when she was watching the stars sparkle in the sky and the moon’s reflection
dance in the ocean waves she felt another presence staring at her.