Our First Date- Chapter1- APHDisclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya. I am but a simple fanboy.Our First Date- Chapter1- APH5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: BoyXBoy, Prussia being a perv, language. Standard stuff.
Pairing: GerIta, some Spamano if that's how you interpret Spain's behaviour, but it's not the focus.
During any given World Conference meeting one could expect no less than four full blown fights. At least one from the Balkan states, several from the middle eastern nations, and of course several in any variation between America, England and France. These fights even became a sort of show of power, with big shots stepping in to mediate. Usually, America liked to play 'World Police'.
Germany decided he's give the young country another five minutes to end his argument(s) with Iraq, Afghanistan, Cuba, and France and England. Considering, he needed a swivel chair to face all the people he was arguing with, Germany felt that decision was a bit cruel.
Just a bit.
"Hey, Germany!" Italy, as always, was sitting at his left. Somehow, when Germany wasn't looking, th
NectarinesI said I preferred peaches,Nectarines8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you wanted a nectarine.
So we brought it back
and you portioned it out
and I found it wasn't better
only different. You went back
to your city, and I held the taste
in my mouth for days.
Curl the knife around the pit;
gently twist the halves apart.
Admire the honey-golden forms
and the rich-veined flesh.
So what did I buy at the grocer's
on St. Benedict's Street? Not
peaches, but smooth nectarines.
It is different in this country,
where pleasures have become
These days I cannot taste
except in memory.
ThrillShe felt it every time. The rush. The adrenaline.Thrill4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was an accidental discovery. She hadn't meant to... it just sort of worked itself out. There she was, cramped up on the tube with everyone else, when Jane noticed the neck of the girl in front of her. It was beautiful. Such clean, soft skin, lightly peppered with hairs, snaking down to the secrets held underneath her pinkish collar.
No-one was looking. And they were all packed in so close together. So she just gave it a little lick.
Just a light brush with the tongue. A dab. She barely even made contact - just the faintest of pecks.
And it was beautiful.
The lady barely even knew it had happened. She looked around, absently rubbed the back of her neck, but continued flicking over her iPad as if nothing had happened.
That was when Jane realised that people didn't expect the unexpected, and as such they didn't react to it. The rush she'd felt.. that fleeting intimacy, that slightly salty taste just tingling on her tongue. S
make like yellow and slow downThis is a story about octagonsmake like yellow and slow down6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and road rage. Well, actually,
this isn't a story; instead, this
is a to-do list. So complete it.
Paint a stop sign green,
and GO away, one way,
says an arrow on some
other sign not to follow.
Paint this one magenta;
paint that one cerulean.
Transform an entire street
into a Crayola crayon box.
Park in a no parking zone.
Go directly to jail. Escape.
Go three times the speed
limit, dumbass driver. Get
caught. Get a ticket. Get
a life. Give me your ticket,
but tell me it's for a train.
Paint the railroad crossing
sign invisible. Wait for it.
Eat the 't' in train. "Hey,
I'm a weatherman now."
Flash flood alert: drown
yourself. If you survive
the trainwreck, at least.
Locate the nearest crosswalk,
and backflip to the other side.
Please get hit by a bus or car
or truck. Get run over by an
ambulance for the Irony. Die
in the hospital. I could hope.
TF2 - Dispenser DownHmmm...TF2 - Dispenser Down6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The BLU Dispenser quietly hummed to itself, merrily minding its own business outside the auxiliary BLU Resupply Room in 2fort. This was not a spot often visited by anyone but the Snipers, and it was in fact for this reason that the Engineer had installed it here; it meant a shorter trip for the Snipers should they find themselves out of ammunition or in need of healing, and despite the alarmingly high number of Snipers in the vicinity there were a remarkable lack of Spies.
The Dispenser liked it here, in truth; it was far away from the noise and screams of battle, it wasn't likely to get blown up or shot at or set on fire, and the Snipers, for all that was wrong with them, tended to take their ammo and go rather than chew through the Dispenser's entire ammo supply while standing right next to it and then complain when it took time to refill its supply like, for example, the BLU Heavy or Pyro.
In fact, the Dispenser's only complaint was that, t
HungerIt wouldn't go away.Hunger4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It just stayed there, nestling inside, and it would - not - go - AWAY.
She buried her head between her legs, trying to squeeze the hunger away from her brain, away from the pit of her stomach, away from the trembling of her legs.
Nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to matter. Even when the hunger passed, even when she was able to hide or cheat or scratch or bite or scream or lie the pain away for a short while, it soon came back. It got so bad that she'd live her life in fear: each minute that the hunger passed her by was spent in desperate anticipation of its return. Even when sated, even in moments in which she could otherwise be content, the hunger consumed her.
She was hungry alone, she was hungry with company, she was hungry in intimate lonelinesses shared with others. She was hungry eating, she was hungry sleeping, she was hungry crying.
The wind picked up, howling in a bitter, anguished rush. She wanted to raise her head and join with it
JackFrostXReaderJackFrostXReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You bounded out of bed and pressed your face to the cold glass pane of the window peering outside. A huge grin attacked your petite pale face as you saw the blankets of white ice and snowmen that seemed to have appeared just overnight. Winter was by far your favorite season of the year and the feeling of snow between your fingers was just indescribable. You found yourself tracing your finger around the patterns of icicles that had formed on the window.
The voice shook you out of your daydream and you jumped back as your best friend Jamie Bennett appeared in front of your window with a snowball and wooden sled. Even though he was now sixteen he still had the energy of a ten year old.
"Come outside! We're gonna get the gang together and have the first snowball fight for the year!"
Jamie was practically jumping up and down with impatience.
Your bright (e/c) eyes lit up with excitement but then your brutal asthmatic cough kicked in again ri
50 Words1. Comfort50 Words4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prosper knew nothing would ever be as comfortable as having Blaire wrapped up in his arms.
Prosper leaned in again because just one kiss was never enough.
When Blaire kept gushing over how soft Marshmallow's fur was Prosper made a note to buy a new conditioner.
Prosper had always prided himself on being strong and that why he would never admit, even to himself, how seeing Blaire in pain made him turn into a puddle of goo.
It was all fun and games until they had to wash the mashed potatoes out of their hair.
Prosper couldn't help but laugh out loud when Blaire fell onto the soaked grass with a squeal.
Chocolate was always best when mixed with milk and topped with marshmallows.
Looking down at the girl curled up in his lap, Prosper knew what true happiness was like.
"So, what are you wearing?" Prosper asked, not being able to hide the smile when he heard Blaire snort on the other end.
WC Fic: FloodWC Fic: Flood8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were somewhere around the northern part of Mississippi, camping out before pushing on to their way north when the flash flood came. The rain came so quickly, few of the camping trailers had time to move. Though the flood was minor and came up to your shoulders at its highest, many of the trailers that couldnt be moved in time lay stuck in the muck. It was unclear who was on the islands of camper roofs and who had made it to the muddy banks of the makeshift lake. Somehow, Sid made it to a roof of a truck relatively dry, with Ann and Zebra.
Its not that far, Sid muttered, squatting at the edge of the cab, examining the brown water. The debris floated slowly by which told him it was no current he couldnt walk through. Zebra squinted against the sun, which appeared suddenly like someone late to a party.
Theres Jack Luke Davey Zebra counted heads on the bank which seemed to be paying no attention to the stranded. Animals
StrikingIt was warm.Striking3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not hot like she had been expecting a soft, gentle warmth that saturated her every extremity down to her fingertips. Like stoking the fire of a small heater, one bundle of sticks at a time. She was nestled snugly under the pale blue sheets watching sleepily as the man beside her dozed on. His grey hair looked more frazzled than normal and it was strange to her to see him so relaxed. The sharp intelligence in his blue eyes had always been striking and they were now closed to her.
Dinner conversation had been polite, ranging all over from Shakespeare to the latest blockbuster film; the two were completely absorbed in their own world for the night while the din of the crowd rose and fell around them.
She stretched her neck and shoulder blades with a soft groan, sparing a brief glance at his watch lying askew on the nearby intable. Nearly 2:15 in the afternoon. She returned her arm back to her side and burrowed back into the blankets with a puff of a sigh.
SpringtimeIt is winter on my breastbone,Springtime7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across my nose,
Down my arms,
Snowbanks of pale skin
At my shoulders, elbows, knees.
But a sudden spring emerges on my hipbone,
A rioting vibrant mass
Brought on not by the warming of the weather,
Or a gentle rain,
But by a forceful collision with a table.
This bloom will wither soon,
Just like the real daffodils and irises.
The colors will fade,
And my skin will return to the tundra.
Which Concerns The FutureSophie was just moments from falling into a deep sleep when she felt Howl sit bolt upright next to her in bed. "Oh my God!"Which Concerns The Future5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of course he waited until she was nearly asleep to have his epiphany. She groaned. "What is it?"
"You " He stopped, and for once it actually sounded like he was trying to think before he spoke. "When you get old, you're not going to turn into the same nagging crone you were earlier, are you?"
He was lucky she didn't have the energy to speak. Otherwise, he might have wound up with a pillow lodged in his mouth. How was she to know what things would be like 70 years from now, assuming they both managed not to kill each other in that time? With a massive effort she finally forced herself to reply. "Go to sleep, Howl."
He had almost managed to do just that when it was Sophie's turn to sit up suddenly with a gasp. "I thought you were going to sleep," he muttered at her.
"What if what if the baby turns out to be just like you?"
Seafoam and AshA girl once told me she was conceived by the ocean. "By" not "beside" her skin was the color of new seafoam and you could follow her green eyes into the deeps and drown there. She had a soft, papery voice that sighed in and out and dark hair that cascaded past her shoulders like dried seaweed.Seafoam and Ash4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was born along the sea strand, where the ocean met solidity and pounded it into tiny grains. Perhaps she was delivered in a clump of seaweed or crawled her way out of a pink conch shell and learned to swim before learning to walk. She carried an air of calm serenity that rippled around her like an aura wherever she went, content to flow instead of fight.
I met a boy born from the fire tailing comets rushing through the atmosphere. His hair was a shock of red swinging upward and he lit up entire rooms with his presence. He always spoke a little too fast, the words rushing from his mouth like sparks off a firecracker, flickering and dancing. His golden eyes flashed
Last Night Was Not A Fluke.Last night my m(the slope of a line)otherLast Night Was Not A Fluke.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gave me stuffed peppers, filled with alligator skin
and Tabasco, pulpy guts of summer squash
spilling refuse onto the plate; I bite into the
giving heart of it all the same way
a woman bears her first child
and let the butter and sauce dribble over
the ledge of my lips down the space
of my breast and into the universal
concave of my belly
(I taste her love, your fear,
During dinner I listened to
my brother expound on the qualities
of his new lover, a 14 year old
with long giraffe legs that carry her
away from him and back in sweeping
My sister muttered into the french
bread that she asked out a boy
through that oh so addicting technology
but hasn't yet received a response.
I use my telepathy to tell them what
reflections they are.
The chair squeaks an
Everything Under the Stars 15Chapter 15: TensionEverything Under the Stars 155 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
© Lady Owl
Heather wrapped a towel around herself before she pressed a button to shut off an opaque force field; it hummed softly as it dispersed and she stepped carefully out of Neelix's shower.
As she began to dry herself off, she noticed her reflection in a large mirror that was placed on the wall. She stared at herself for awhile in thought... and let out a deep sigh...
There was so much on her mind that left her feeling pressured and confused as to what to do. She missed home. Things use to be so simple... Now everything was a confused mess of emotions. She wondered what her parents were doing... what they thought. If they had been able to move on... That thought hurt. She didn't want to feel as though she had been forgotten.. but she knew her family loved her so she felt that she had no reason to think such things, but she also didn't want to think of how much pain they were in, either. Not knowing what had happened to their daughter...
The Secret"I have a secret."The Secret5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She danced around the unconscious boy mockingly.
"I wish I could tell you."
"But then I'd have to kill you."
She touched the tip of his nose.
"You don't even see do you?"
She touched her chest.
"You broke this, broke it trying to keep it whole."
She pulled back her sleeve.
"See them? The words, the drawings? They're for you."
"You'd be amazed at what sharpie can do."
She pulled the pen out of her pocket and wrote:
I would have rather been torn.
She knelt down next to him.
"I would have you know, why couldn't you break me instead?"
She bent over.
"Next time, break my heart. Don't stay away to protect me."
She looked at the black, such a contrast against her pale skin.
"I miss you now. Too much."
She pushed the sleeve down.
"I think I love you."
She bent over and kissed him.
"It really sucks, doesn't it?"
He began to stir in his sleep.
She slipped out the door silently, and the boy sat up in his bed.
"Why do yo
Meet the Team's New Hobby 1When BLU Scout walked in the kitchen, there was a solid two minute period where he honestly didn't know what he was looking at.Meet the Team's New Hobby 15 years ago in Humor More Like This
" Hey, uh, Sniper?"
" Da hell are you doin' on top of the fridge, man?"
"'S called 'planking', ya little ankle biter."
Scout proceeded to get a glass of milk and Heavy's sandvich from the fridge, and was already seated at the table before it fully registered that his question hadn't been answered.
" Wait, what?"
Sniper gave a long, weary sigh similar to the one Scout's mom gave that one time he asked why her hair was suddenly ten times the size of her head in middle school. "Plankin', mate. It's an Aussie thing. Ya go up on somethin' strange an' lie down on it like ya were a piece of wood."
Scout stared at him like he'd grown a second head. " WHY?"
"BECAUSE, THAT'S WHY," Sniper snapped irritably.
"That's probably th'stupidest thing I heard in my entire life!" Scout continued. "And I used ta bunk wit' Solly, man! What
America x Reader Ch.2 American WomanAmerica x Reader Ch.2 American Woman3 years ago in Romance More Like This
America x Reader
Chapter 2: American Woman
It seemed like hours passed by from our interesting conversations to one another. He told me stories of when he was younger, and how he always got in trouble for the littlest of things. He kept me entertained by some of his jokes, and some one-liners that he had given to me. Some were a bit corny, but as corny as they were it always managed to have my heart beat faster. He was simply adorable, and charming. I can’t manage to stop smiling at each of his topics that we were conversing to one another. It felt like my mouth was gonna fall off from the amount of smiling I was giving out through the entire night.
“So enough about me and my stupid stories, what about you? I would love to know more about you (Name)…” he leaned up against my shoulder playfully hitting it with his own.
“No, I love hearing your stories though!! I think they’re absolutely funny and interesting Alfred!” I giggled softly, but gave
Niu eoa EinEinNiu eoa Ein4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The world is still.
The deer perk their ears up at the crunch of snow under my fur-lined boots, curious. One paws at the ground nervously before taking flight across the open expanse, the herd following in his wake. They spring lightly over twisted roots and disappear in the fog. Another day, another place, perhaps I would follow, take thrill from the zeal of the hunt.
But today has a different purpose.
The World Tree towers no less than before; if anything, it is wider than I recall. The bough reaches into the very clouds, past hills, past mountains; perhaps even past stars. It matters not. I slide the pack from my shoulder, landing it with a heavy thump on the frozen ground, thundering across the silence. I leave it behind, save for Gungnir and a length of rope, padding my way to the Tree.
The bark is slightly warm something hums in the air and the silence returns when I remove my hand.
The Tree demands blood.
The blood has rushed and pooled into my fin
Reborn -Ch2:Binding CirclesReborn -Ch2:Binding Circles3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING! Light gore in this chapter. Still under M so I haven't changed the rating yet. Ptolemy nostalgia and a bit of angst.
The human who called himself my keeper studied my new form with strange intensity as I settled down. His ebony eyes always focused and calculating.
I raised an eyebrow slightly puzzled. Ptolemy's face was perfect for that expression. The only difference was that the me under the disguise added a lot more spite and annoyance to it. His face was always gentle. He would never look at someone like this.
Frederik stared a bit more and then he spoke to me again.
"I see. So you've been to Egypt, Bartimaeus?"
I recognized that kind of tone. He was prying.
"You obviously have read about me. So that's a useless question" I replied steadily, battling his stare with my own cold one.
"Only a few things. A small synopsis to be accurate. You go by many silly names and some small accomplishments throughout huma
ImmortalityImmortality, to never die.Immortality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To lie forever.
That would be the ultimate torture.
To watch the ones you love grow old and die,
leaving you alone in this vast and empty place.
Immortality, that would be the ultimate torture.
comme des enfants.dear h.comme des enfants.5 years ago in Letters More Like This
i know i'm being ridiculous. of course i am. i mailed my fifth letter yesterday, and here i am starting my sixth. and you said to expect a three-day delay. and .. it's been three weeks. so. i know i'm being ridiculous. but i also know that a) there aren't enough ridiculous people in the world, and b) i couldn't care less.
kaye and i went on a magical adventure today. well. it wasn't the magicalest. i mean, we went exploring, and we both got bugbitten and scratched and sunburnt and we tried to climb the tallest tree in the forest but we were too short to reach even the lowest branch, and we both fell in the swamp. but it was a beautiful day. and how can you be sad when the sun's shining?
it started pouring yesterday. so i put on my bikini and went and sat out in the rain. i got soaked. but out there, you can't hear anything but the whirl of the wind and the voices like thunder and the dreams of tomorrow. so i lay there, just lay there, and forgot the world. a
Things a boy I met in Kyoto left with mei. A new found love of literary names and the passing thought of changing my name to Elizabeth Bennet.Things a boy I met in Kyoto left with me1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
ii. Hungry eyes that ache to devour the minutiae of your face so I don’t forget how Sagittarius’ arrow flies over your forehead, how Aries rams itself lodged under your left eye.
iii. A sense of accomplishment when you talk to me rather than the red velvet rose girls blooming around us, that you noticed a bud and assumed a perfect ivory lily would welcome you one day.
iv. Pride that my taste in music meets your high standards.
v. A rekindled love of Jon Bon Jovi, the song ‘Always’ and the way you sing it.
vi. Thirsty ears that strain to absorb every wave of Australian surf slipping from your mouth, and the fervent desire to collect seashells to see if they sound like you. (nothing can compare to the tides of your laugh – a beach stretches down your tongue, an ocean smiles in your throat, what I wouldn’t do to get lost in your currents.)
vii. A crick