ErrorOkay.Error4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Nothing is happening. Nothing's moving at all.
Computer, this is not cool of you. Not at all. Are you even remotely aware that I have a paper due by 9 AM tomorrow?
Of course you are. That is why you do these things to me. I'm on to you.
Why do you do this every single time? All day, all month, all the damn year, you work just fine. Until a paper is due. Then you decide "Uh oh! Liz has a paper due! Time to go batshit crazy!"
And you do. And I'm surprised. Every time.
Let me click a few times. I know nothing's going to work, and so do you. But it helps me to visualize my frustration.
Come on, come oooonnnn.
Okay. Stay calm. Breathe in, breathe out. Did I save what I've written so far?
I've really got to stop winging these things and realize that computers don't cooperate.
I've already written three pages. If I lose those three pages, I'm going to have to write from memory, not to mention redo all those citations that every student dreads. The writing's going to b
Roommates Part 1: Hetalia x ReaderRoommates Part 1: Hetalia x ReaderRoommates Part 1: Hetalia x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1.) If you do both of your laundry together, don’t take up his offer to help you sort. (England)
“Oh, is it time to do the laundry again? Here, let me just go get mine and then I’ll help you sort. You do it all already, (f/n), so let me help,” Arthur said. He had seen you carrying your laundry into a side room to sort it.
“Thanks, Arthur. It’s nice of you to offer,” you replied.
You placed the basket onto the chest you used as a coffee table in that room and began pawing through the dirty clothes. Arthur placed his basket next to yours and put the dirty towels on the ground beside him. He finished sorting his clothes out quickly, so began to grab clothes from your basket to help sort.
You didn’t care if Arthur saw your underwear. The two of you had been friends for years and roommates already for a year when he asked you out finally. It didn’t matter anymore.
You were checking the pockets of your f
Daddy!AmericaxChild!Reader - Where Eagles FlyCirca 1780Daddy!AmericaxChild!Reader - Where Eagles Fly1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
You wander around this field of golden wheat. You don't know where you came from and you don't know why are you in this place. You looked up the sky and saw a flock of birds in a distance. You pointed at them, wondering if you could reach them. You turned behind you and saw a mountain so high that it reached the clouds. And a figure swooped down and flew in circles near the mountain. It has long wings and has a majestic figure. It captivated you. The bird was flying gracefully, without any flaw. Wow. You don't what it's called and you want to know it. You looked around the field in hope to find someone and tell you what it is. No one was there. You lowered your head in disappointment and held your dress tightly.
You suddenly heard soft voices. You jerked up your head and searched for the source. It was faint but you managed to hear some words. "... I told you before... it's not gonna work."
Daddy!England! X Child!Reader! - I love youDaddy!England! X Child!Reader! - I love you1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was still getting used to Iggy. He was a lot nicer then mom but still I wasn’t used to him. I still didn’t know if he would hit me. I did hate that I couldn’t talk to him.
I could talk but . . . I just couldn’t. I lost my voice. As much as I wanted to talk, I just couldn’t. Iggy knew I could but was too afraid to. Every time I spoke I got hit before. My mother hated me and she was an alcoholic. So she’d often hit me but then Iggy saved me.
He always said I should talk when I want to. Not when others said they wanted me to. France and America always wanted me to talk, but Canada and Iggy said I should take my time. Most of the time it seemed like Canada understood me the most.
He was kind and gentle with me. I felt happier with him when I couldn’t be with Iggy. We played all the time when we were by ourselves. I actually smiled and had fun. I couldn’t giggle though. Another thing I wished I could do but couldn’t. I only made a sque
My FailureI've fought this fight for so long,My Failure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only at the end could I tell right from wrong.
You told me once to 'break my shell',
I try so hard, I'm put in Hell.
Why is it so hard to freely speak?
I blame myself, so small and weak.
I cry about it every night
Til I no longer have my sight.
The tears emerge uncontrollably,
I try to hold them back but don't succeed.
My short gasps take away my breath,
A stopped-up nose, I now feel dead.
I cannot breathe nor see tonight,
But used to this, I feel alright.
O, I can't wait until the day
That I can fulfill my goal you made.
To 'break my shell', to become free
And talk to others normally.
I will keep trying,
Until I stop myself from hiding.
-Julia Ngo; May 1, 2012
He's at your window...He's at your window...2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The gentle tapping of a blade on a table sliced through the thick silence that had fallen over the room. A man sat at the table, holding the knife. His hair was, what could only be described as, light maroon and his eyes were bright magenta. Those orbs were staring out a near by window at a girl
You were sobbing heavily and mourning the loss of your loved one. Your (h/c) hair drooped over your face, hiding your glistening (e/c) orbs.
The man held and obsession with those lovely (e/c) eyes. They plagued his mind whether he was asleep or awake. But in the same sense, he hated them.
The feather touches of your vision never landed on him, instead thy fell on his opposite. His mirror image held your love, and he did not like that.
He watched you and the other him mingle and frolic, as envy boiled in his blood. The thought of you not staring into his eyes with loving (e/c) orbs, sent rage through his mind.
And that's how you ended up there, in the graveyard, standing
Heroes Save Damsels (AmericaxReader)Heroes Save DamselsHeroes Save Damsels (AmericaxReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Request for Silvermoonlitsoul
When you thought of Alfred F. Jones, the first thing you would connect him with was certainly not the word ‘serious’. He had a habit of acting like a kid even though he was nearly two years older than you and studying political sciences at your college.
You met him in your class on common law, which was a remedial course to be taking your third year, seeing how it was generally designated for the freshmen. But Al didn’t seem to care that he was one of the only upperclassmen in your class and he made your first couple of weeks at the school much easier.
Though, the course only got more difficult as the semester went on. And Alfred couldn’t help you forever. It seemed that the more and more stressed you became, the less you saw of your politician-to-be. You brushed it off, knowing that he, as an upperclassman, wouldn’t want to spend his free time with a silly little freshman.
Mama!Pregnant!HungaryxLittle!ReaderxFather!Prussia"(Name)! Could you come in here for a moment?" You heard your Mother say from downstairs. You put your toys down and walked down the stairs and you saw your Mother and Father sitting on the couch.Mama!Pregnant!HungaryxLittle!ReaderxFather!Prussia1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"What do you need Mommy?" You asked as you stood in front of the couch.
"Take a seat (Name). We have to tell you something very important." Your Mother replied.
You did as you were told and climbed up on the couch and sat down between your Mom and Dad.
"(Name), your Mom is pregnant! That means you could have a little brother!" Your Father said happily.
"Or little sister!" You Mother smiled.
You looked at her, "Where's the baby at?"
"In my tummy." She smiled.
You looked at her stomach, "How did you get it in there..? Did you eat the baby?!"
"Nein, she didn't eat the baby (Name). Babies are made when a man and a woman-"
"Gilbert!" Elizaveta smacked him on the head, "She is not old enough for that talk yet, idiot!"
"Okay, okay I'm sorry...(Name), I'll tell you how babies are really made!" Gilber
Pirate!EnglandxLittle!Reader Part 7“Dios mio, isn't she just the cutest thing!”Pirate!EnglandxLittle!Reader Part 71 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Oui, she's just as adorable as Mathieu was at this age!”
“Ja, it makes me miss vhen Vest vas little!”
'Well, this is... Unexpected.' You expected them to throw you in the brig, or torture you for information, or something. But, no, they were fawning over how cute you are. What kind of pirates were these guys?
“Um, Excusez-moi? Frère?” The door creaked open and a meek voice called. You turned around to see a young man, about the age of Alfred, had entered the cabin.
“Oh, Mathieu! Quel est le problème?” The blonde asked and soon engaged in conversation with the new arrival.
You still couldn't recognize the language the were speaking, but some words were similar to English, so you could pick them out. Bored with whatever they were saying, you turned to your other two captors and did a quick examination on them.
The one with the brown curly hair wasn't too s
Learning GermanLearning German1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You had decided to go to the library after school so you could study. You sat yourself down at an empty chair and cracked open your books. You read over the tiny print passages and sighed in frustration. Your final exam for your second language course was coming up on Monday, and it didn't help that you never were good with languages.
"Why did I even take German," you groaned as you rested your head on the library table. "I have three days to learn a new language," you muttered.
After you had complained about the language for a good hour, you decided to try and study some more. You looked over your notes in your notebook and tried to recollect the lessons that were taught. All the notes look cryptic, like some alien language used for intergalactic communication.
You glanced around the library, your eyes scanned over the massive stacks of books. The library was pretty empty, except for a few stray people and the librarians. The silence was peaceful though, unlike when you tried to study
Violin, out, in and out,Viol7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cant breathe, too hot
but the rhythm moves
his body back and forth.
His tears are from the pain,
embarrassment, and the degrading act.
hes too young, but no longer too
thats being taken away from him.
in and out, too fast, too merciless,
And why, God, why him?
why the victim and why
the Heartless, Unfeeling, perpetrator?
The pleasure from the pain
and the excruciating pain from the
intensive (in, out, cry) rhythm;
rocking him and the squeaking bed;
shattering into tiny glass pieces
Nintendogs- CreepypastaNintendogs- Creepypasta2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes! Today is my birthday! I unwrapped a purple and light-green present that was sitting in front of me on the wood floor. You can hear the rustling noise from the wrapping inside the box that protected..another box? It was a case, with a pure white Chihuahua sitting down with its front legs spread apart, ears pricked. I opened the case; you can hear a little click as it opens. There was a small, very thin square-shaped chip inside with a blue sticker covering it, saying, "Chihuahua & Friends". I picked up my pink DS Lite that I've had for a few months now and put the chip on the back of the game. Turning on my DS, I clicked on "Nintendogs" so I can play the game.
The game started with me apparently "walking" at a wooden light-brown door. There were red words moving up and down saying, "Click here to knock." Tap! Tap! I tapped my stylus on the screen twice. Then, the door opened, seeing a new green view, and you can hear the echos of dogs barking and yapping...
As I entered the
2p!Dad!AmericaxTeen!Reader:Like Father Like...2p!Dad!AmericaxTeen!Reader:Like Father Like...1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Daddy,” you said smiling at your father.
Behind the paper you could hear a snort, “What do you want?”
Your eye widened, “What do you mean, daddy?”
The paper was lowered so you could see your father’s face, “You only call me daddy when you want something. So what is it…advance on your allowance…you need to use the bike…what?”
Dropping the act you sat down at the kitchen table, “Promise not to over react?”
“_________ Jones I swear if you wrecked the bike I’ll-!”
“No! I didn’t touch the bike,” you said quickly, “I promise…dad, there’s this boy and I need you to be act nice when I bring him over before our date tonight.”
Now your father was not a nice guy. He was a good guy, but not nice. You were his daughter, his only child, the thing he loved in the world the most. And he was not about to let some boy come into the picture. Usually if he ca
Correspondence-- NejiTen MonthApril 14thCorrespondence-- NejiTen Month1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My utmost apologies for troubling you, but it appears you've been assigned a difficult mission. I am taking this time to remind you of our training. I have all of my faith in the fact you'll succeed, but you tend to let your guard down on your right side. Make sure to be aware of that. It wouldn't be beneficial to the team if something were to happen. Please excuse me, though, for speaking so forwardly. We all await your return.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I'm on my way back to Konoha as I write this. Your reminder about my dropped guard really helped on the mission. We were able to complete the mission sooner than we expected. I really appreciate the time you put into sparring with me. Thank you. I also want to say how much your note meant to me as well. We'll be back in a month—give or take the weather. Wishing to be home...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I've noticed yo
I PromiseWARNING: Spoilers for Chapter 614I Promise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Word Count: 919
Disclaimer: Neji and Tenten belong to Misashi Kishimoto.
She moves her foot back and forth, creating ripples in the once peaceful pond. Her hair is down, like the way it was when she awakened in this white world, and it blew, strands flying from the force of the wind. She looks around her, and sees nothing but grass. Grass everywhere.
She sighs peacefully, and closes her eyes. That's when all the memories flood in, and she can see them all so clearly—like a giant screen played inside her head.
Team Gai meeting for the very first time.
Team Gai training.
The chuunin exams, where she had met her friends.
Naruto, Shikamaru, and all her other friends, the people she loved.
The missions, and the joy she felt afterwards.
And then, even more vividly, she remembers him. No. She remembers them. Together.
She remembers his silent smiles, the ones only she could see
Adoptive Mother! Reader x Child! 2p! Italy - Kill?“Miss, are you absolutely sure you want to take him? He’s not like the others you that you’re currently fostering, you know” the receptionist said quietly as you two walked down the long pale halls of the orphanage, the women looked at you, her golden eyes troubled “he hasn’t even spoken a word to us since his arrival, no matter what we do or how much time we have given him he just sits there in a daze the only way we can get him to eat is if we force it down his throat”.Adoptive Mother! Reader x Child! 2p! Italy - Kill?1 year ago in Drama More Like This
You unconsciously narrowed your eyes at her words “So does that mean you’re just going to give up on him?” your voice carried a bit of annoyance but was otherwise even as you stared straight ahead.
The women’s eyes grew a bit at your words “oh no that’s not what I was saying at all, what I meant was that we all feel that the boy would be better off in a home, where there’s round the clock care for kids like him”.
You shook your h
Seven minutes in Heaven- 2P!Italy"Feli? But he's already been..." Alfred said as you looked at a small italian flag. Your brows furrowed, if Feli had already gone, who was this? Unless it was Lovino. You looked round and shook your head. No, it was with (friend). You heard a quiet chuckled and whipped your head round, to be met with the most gorgeous pink eyes you'd ever seen. "Well well well, I've never seen such a girl like-a you before bella~" He said, his strong, italian accent flowing into your ears like melted chocolate, so smooth and lovely.Seven minutes in Heaven- 2P!Italy2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had the same coloured hair as Feli, and the same shade skin. He was wearing a pair of black, skinny jeans and smart shoes, and a crisp, sky blue shirt, a gold cross necklace sitting on his bronzed chest, glinting in the party lights. He also seemed to be tapping a riding crop against his thigh. That delicate curl still sprang from his head, floating temptingly. "I see you-a got my flag bella, well the closet won't wait all night~" He said, taking the flag and tucking it
Too Late - Spoiler for 614It happened so fast, that not even Tenten could see it. This war had been dangerous, picking off shinobi like they were sitting ducks, but still the weapons mistress fought back with every drop of energy. She heard a commotion with Naruto and Hinata, but ignored it and focused on dodging the very thing that could end her life. Her chest clenched as she spotted a bird flying freely, only to be impaled in the chest by a wooden spear. There was something wrong; Tenten knew that but kept fighting.Too Late - Spoiler for 6142 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lee who was fighting beside her turned to see what was going on, his face going stone cold for the first time in two and a half years. There were only two times when Tenten saw Lee going cold like that, and it was when Tsunade announced that she can perform the surgery but there was a chance that he wouldn't make it. The second time was when Neji was fighting for his life, after attempting to save Sasuke.
"Tenten…" He managed to whisper, the dread in its tone caught Tenten off guard, follow
21 Guns21 Guns1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Quite a temper you got on you for such a neutral person." You sneered looking out through a large window. The rain droplets had tiny races to the bottom, streaking the pane with water streaks.
"Quite a mouth you got for a dumb girl," Vash retorted as he angrily stomped around the den.
"At least I don't go shooting random people." You retorted as you turned to face the Swiss man.
"I do it to protect myself and my sister!" he stood up facing you, his blood full of rage.
"What about me? During the War of Flames? Didn't seem to protect me at all." You snapped.
"I wasn't going to take sides," he replied.
"Yeah, I got that," you sighed turning to face the window again.
A sheet of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dark forest that surrounded Vash's house. You sighed again resting your head on the cold window pain. A few tears running down your face, as you starred out into the dark stormy night.
This had been one of the many fights you and Vash have had recently. Your relati
The Panda Princess - NejiTen Day*~The Panda Princess~*The Panda Princess - NejiTen Day2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lady Tsunade stared at them with bloodshot amber eyes, seeming absolutely exhausted even though it was barely ten in the morning. "I know that one of you is a jounin and the other two are chuunin, but..." She hesitated, fiddling with the files in front of her, making sure all edges aligned perfectly with each other as well as the sides of the desk before she looked up again. "I'm giving you a D-rank mission today."
Tenten fought back an impulse to twitch. D-rank? She searched her memory, flipping through her team's last few missions in an attempt to remember if any of them had done anything unforgivably horrible. Lee, of course, had been Lee: wildly loud and enthusiastic and himself; Gai, as always, an older version of Lee (or perhaps Lee was, instead, a younger version of Gai?); Neji his unflappable self: strong, silent, with that one vein in his forehead occasionally protruding from suppressed irritation
2p!America x reader - His Doll2p!America x reader - His Doll1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Untamed fists of deep, green leaves clawed at your face as you strained one foot to pound after the other. Don’t stop, he is there behind you and you know it. Faster. Don’t look back, you must not look. You command yourself to breathe, though your gasps our uneven and desperate; in, out. Your face was not subtle, it expressed your swirling mixture of violent emotions. Hate. Despair. You were petrified. But still, you must run.
Your eyes finally stumble upon, what appears to be a old American style cabin in the distance. Hope. It is getting closer and closer and just when your fragile lungs are painfully aching, about to collapse as they thrash against your petite rib cage in an attempt to scavenge for air, you make it.
One thump on the door and it flings open in an explosion of wooden groans. You quickly lock the door with nervous hands that shake uncontrollably at the lock. You have made it, you are saved. Finally, you can escape 'him', his cruel t
INCANTATIONINCANTATION8 years ago in Other More Like This
Those days are gone
The caterpillar days
Of lazy sleep
and gentle selves
The baited lips
The stiff embrace
Bits of silver on unborn clouds
Hay jutting out on all sides
The first incantations
Long strands of hair
Find their way between my toes
Her glittering absence
Her misty words
Her colors fade
In dark division
The bells toll
and words run out
Creepypasta: Hetalia Theory: North ItalyCreepypasta: Hetalia Theory: North Italy1 year ago in Drama More Like This
“Ciao!” Feliciano waved happily at his friend.
He smiled and waved back before turning around and walking down the small Venice sidewalk. Feliciano sighed, his smile slowly fading. He had just spent the whole day with his friends. That’s how he spent most days. He had a nice care free life. But it wasn’t all perfect, no life was.
He then continued the other way down the narrow road to his home. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked, looking to all the people around him. He knew a lot of people in Venice, as he made money driving a vaporetto. Today was his day off though so he enjoyed it as much as he could.
Over the years Feliciano had grown a reputation as a generally happy guy. He tried to laugh as much as he could and make others happy, but it seemed to be never enough.
For years he had been secretly faking this all though, but he had tried his best to make it real enough. Feliciano was never really happy though. The only time he was, was those few