Try me.Richard's POV.Try me.2 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
Dreams. Chapter 1Starring: Richard/ Paul.Dreams. Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What's going on? Where.....where am I? I tried to move but when I did a inmense pain ran through my body. It felt like I'd been run over. Would I drunk too much? No, I've been drunk many times and this is not at all like a hangover. My ears were beeping and I felt very sick. I tried to open mu eyes but it was in vain. I checked my body, looking for any clues to help me know what had happened. My shirt was stained with something viscous, what the hell is this? And what the hell happened? Among the immense noise that whipped my head I could hear something, a door opening I thought. I couldn't tell if what I heard was true or I was imagining it. The ground shook under me, stopped and shook again, this time much stronger and much faster. Noise..... voices were getting closer. "Paul?" ..... "Paul!". Someone was calling me, but who? That voice was ..... I felt someone was shaking my shoulders but I didn't open my eyes, it was fine. Someone was s
Dreams. Chapter 2Starring: Richard/Paul.Dreams. Chapter 21 year 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
Addicted.Paul's POV.Addicted.2 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 eye2 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
MonsterIt had been a morning like any other morning, and led into a night like any other night.Monster2 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
Iceland x Reader - Jump scareIceland x Reader - Jump scare2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Name) knew that her Icelandic friend, Emil, wasn't one for horror movies. Not that it stopped her from forcing him to watch a few of said genre in a row. By the end of their fifth, (Name) was too scared to go to the bathroom and Emil wasn’t sure if he should keep looking at the screen or turn away and see a ghost.
The blond European was made of a sturdy material, viking blood ran through his veins and he had borne through more than most. As such, he had created a cool and composed exterior, one that wasn’t normally cracked. He would blush when embarrassed and fume when angered, he was human after all. He just prefered taking things on an easier and slower stride.
Gulping, he watched the main character turn painstakingly slow to face a mirror, and behind their reflection was the heavily makeuped ghost. (Name) jolted and Emil would have been lying if he said he hadn’t as well. Jump-scares normally got to him, and apparently his (h/c
Germany X Reader ~Understand Me~"I don't understand you." he says, and you scoff.Germany X Reader ~Understand Me~11 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Few people do, mon ami." you say, a girl of five, and make funny gestures with your hands, but he only has eyes for you until you stand up and stretch your arms to the heavens, and then look back to him and wink as you limp off to your house and he follows after, chiding you for using the leg you don't seem to feel any pain for.
He watches as you stand at the edge of the menacing hill, a boy of eight, and lists off the many, many things that could go wrong.
"You could twist your ankle, it'll ruin your pretty dress, you could break your neck, you'll have to take a bath, you'll need to..."
But he could be speaking to a brick wall, before you squeal with excitement and then throw yourself down the hill, and roll, roll, roll, pigtails untying and your dress smudging green and brown and a shriek, joyful and happy, passing your lips, before the ride ends and he watches, eyes wide in terror, as you roll to a final stop and cease to move.
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.2 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
Snapshot 1: Joining RammsteinSnapshot 1: Joining Rammstein1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I just think having two guitarists makes sense!” Till sighed, clearly exasperated.
“No! I don’t want to share the spotlight. I want to be the only guitarist.” Richard took a deep drag of his cigarette, eyes flashing stubbornly as Till shook his head.
“You’re acting like a brat, Richard.” The taller man stood, moving to look out of the window.
Schneider and Olli were decidedly quiet right now, and this clearly irritated Richard. “Would you two speak up?” He demanded, “You don’t want to work with him either, do you?”
“Well..” Schneider began. “He is difficult to work with. He’s a bit.. y’know.. You get the feeling he doesn’t trust anyone. But.. I guess another guitarist couldn’t hurt.”
Richard, who had been nodding with a smug look up until the last sentence, scowled and crossed his arms. “Why do we have to have him in the band?! He’s so
Romano x Reader - The BalconyThe BalconyRomano x Reader - The Balcony7 months 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
I'm not you pt.21I'm not you pt.212 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Half an hour later we sat on my bed and listened to some music, both smoking and smiling happily. I laid my head back and blew out the smoke.
"When will you go to Niki?", I asked softly but fearing the answear.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll stay for the night", he smiled. Smiling, too I laid my hand on his and squeezed it gently.
Paul sunk down and rested his head in my lap.
"You're tired?", I asked and examined his peaceful face. He shook his head
"Not at all". We were quiet for some time. The smoke curled up in my room and out of the small window and made the air look blueish around us. I ran my forefinger over his face lightly, traced his features until our cigarettes were both burned out. I was still not hungry but I gathered some food and cooked something out of leftovers.
Absently I watched him destroy the dinner in a really impressive time.
It felt strange but I somehow had the weird image of us being an old couple happily married but of course this was stupid because Paul was already
Sherlock X Reader:Shot"I can't believe this happened to me," you muttered as Sherlock paused by your apartment door to grab the keys from his pocket.Sherlock X Reader:Shot2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Just be happy it wasn't somewhere more... vital, my dear," the police consultant said as he changed his hold on you from bridal-style to a fireman's hold to make it more convenient as he fished the keys out of his front pocket and unlocked the front door.
"You're kidding, right?" you demanded, wincing when he had changed his hold on you. "Getting shot hurts no matter where! And my ass is still important!"
Sherlock chuckled drily as he gently set you down on the couch in the living room. "Yes, it is. I must say, it's very nice. What a shame that that fool would decide to shoot you there," he agreed, sitting next to your lying form.
Yes, you had gotten shot in the ass. But only because you had decided to tag along on Sherlock's newest case, where the suspect wasn't as compliant as some of the others, and had decided to shoot first and ask questions later.
Canada x Reader x Iceland IIChapter Two: Him, Right?Canada x Reader x Iceland II2 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
And I wait for Paradise. I.Richard's POV.And I wait for Paradise. I.2 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
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 III2 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.
Canada x Reader x Iceland IChapter One: Dear HeartCanada x Reader x Iceland I2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sat between the two quiet boys, your eyes focused on the movie that was playing.
Your teacher had the brilliant idea that instead of actually teaching you today, he'd simply show you a movie that discussed these details.
Your best friends, Emil Steilsson and Matthew Williams, shared this class with you, though none of you had planned this. You guys hadn't even asked for this course, but somehow, you guys were all thrown in together and got to watch movies only to be tested on things you had never really learned.
So, most of everyone was pretty much failing at the moment.
You tended to be good at guessing, and this class, Biomed, was a breeze for you since you actually retained all the information from the videos/movies. Emil and Mattie followed right behind you, being incredibly bright.
Besides, if there was something you didn't catch during class, you could always Google information on the video/movie after school. This class was an absolute breeze f
Jeg Savner Deg || Norway x ReaderJeg Savner DegJeg Savner Deg || Norway x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Norway x Reader
Yeah, you loved your family and all, but you hated the holidays right now.
Each year, your close family gathered together in your parents' house. It didn't fill it up much, since your family wasn't that large to begin with, but it was a fun occurrence.
Moving on, you hated it now. You see, you had to leave your boyfriend's side for a week, since he needed to go with his own family as well. Of course, you could have just gone to one together, his being the closest, but your family didn't know about him. You weren't going to call your parents a week before the holidays, telling them out of the blue you had a boyfriend and that you wouldn't come over this year, huh?
Only one day out of Norway and you were already sulking in your home country, helping your mom bake and decorate gingerbread cookies. Subtlety, though, you had brought a shirt of your Norwegian with your luggage, planning on using it to help you sleep and help you get rid of that plaguing
Escapade || Denmark x Noble!ReaderEscapadeEscapade || Denmark x Noble!Reader1 year 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
Prussia x Reader: ShowerShowerPrussia x Reader: Shower2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You yawned hugely, stretching, your long pj sleeves falling over your arms. You glanced up as you felt a rustling in your (h/c) hair, but as if you could even see the top of your head! You giggled as Gilbird gave a few of his cute chirps, and searched for his head with your index finger, attempting to give his morning pat. He chirped again, flying off your head to land on the doorknob. You staggered to your feet, scratching your eyes with the back of your sleeved hand. You glanced at your hand curiously. You’d worn the gift your roommate had given you—apparently with Gilbird as a pattern—the previous night, and you facepalmed. Typical Prussia.
Slipping on your fluffy slippers, you trudged down the hallway. Pushing on the door to your right, you find it closed.
"Gilbert!" you yelled. “Get out of the shower!”
"Oi! I got in here first, fraulein! " he replied. "Wait, man! Gott!"
Facepalming as he sung off-key again, you went to grab
Prussia X Reader X France ~ Vampires Love In this story, you, Francis and Gilbert are vampires. I couldn't write that in the title, because there is to less spacePrussia X Reader X France ~ Vampires Love2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are with Gilbert outside. It is night and Gilbert searching for a prey. You turned into a vampire a week ago, while you thinking about it, you sit down on a bench.
~~~~~~~~~~~ 1 week ago ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You are walking home from a party. Your best friend celebrates her birthday. Today was here 18th birthday and she is happy about his. You smile, while you are thinking about the party. Suddenly someone grabs your wrist und pulls you behind a building.
You nearly scream: "What do you wa--", you cut off, because someone or something hold their hands on your mouth. "It's soon over", you hear someone whispering in your ear. You notice it is a male voice and his body is cold.
You try to get free, but he wraps his arms around your body and immediately he bites you in your neck. You gasp and try to become more air. Your heart bumping loud against your ch
Sweeter than chocolate. ReaderxPrussia!You veered your way onto the living room to see Prussia happily eating away his chocolate. You eagerly sat down beside him and eyed him unwrap his kisses chocolate and throwing it inside his mouth.Sweeter than chocolate. ReaderxPrussia!3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He glances at you and furrows his brow as he chewed on it. You smiled at him, trying to make him speculate that you want a piece.
He arched a brow as he ate another one, his eyes observing you as you crept closer to him. He began to slowly grind the chocolate as you clasped your hands together and flashed him a pleading grin.
"Mein frau (German for My girl or My wife), you're creeping the hell out of me" he murmurs as his tongue wiped his teeth while his other hand grabbed another chocolate from the bag.
"I want one of those kisses, please" you smiled as you flashed your hands at him, ready for him to drop the chocolate on your hand; you closed your eyes and waited for the object to fall onto your hands.
But instead of receiving the chocolate, you felt his lips brush up to yours lips and pla
Samskeyti || Iceland x ReaderSamskeyti (Attachment)Samskeyti || Iceland x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Iceland x Reader
Two kids tightly held hands and entered an airport. One of them was you, while the other was your best friend, Emil. As his parents made the line for their check-in, his older brother stayed by him. Hugging the life out of the platinum blonde, you didn't want to let him go. You knew that it would be the last time in a long while that you'd get to see him, and you wanted to make each second count. Emil didn't want to go either; he didn't want to leave behind everything he had known for the past six years --you were both six years old at the time.
Sure, Iceland might be his native country, but [Country] was his home. He didn't want that to change, and neither did you. His parents had decided to get back there for whatever reasons, which meant leaving everything of theirs behind. Your families were really close, though, which explains why you both knew each other so young.
"Lillebror, we have to go." Lukas
Fruehling In Paris, Pt.1Oh non rien de rienFruehling In Paris, Pt.12 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