The world meeting was, as always, incredibly loud and somewhat annoying. Germany had given up hope in getting some sense to the people. Your (e/c) eyes wandered around the room and you couldn't help but feel slightly amused.
In what other meeting would there be a man making pasta, one is sleeping, two are fighting for God-knows-what reasons and everyone else were shouting to get their voice heard.
Though soon you noticed that you weren't the only one amused by this comical scene. Russia, also known as Ivan Braginski, had a small child-like smile on his face. He was completely relaxed, leaning back in his chair, watching as the chaos before him continued to expand.
He must have felt you eyes on him because soon he locked his gaze to you. His small smile widened to something quite creepy looking and you nervously smi
You had no idea how you were such close friends with Gilbert Bielschmidt, easily the most popular, eligible bachelor at your large high school. Most of the time he would hang with a group of the guys from his (whatever sport you want) team, but sometimes he would go out of his way to sit with you and your friends. You had no idea why he did this, but you didn't mind so you just went with it.
Today, Gilbert was ranting about the new girl that had just moved to your high school from (wherever you want). These were the days you hated. You hated when he talked about other girls. You knew somewhere deep in your heart that you had a crush on Gilbert, but you decided that unlike most high school girls who would confess to the most popula
In front of Mark, stood an adorable, yet petrified young man. In fact, Mark recalled that it was his new neighbour from...Ireland?
"Mark. I'm terrified of lightning. Please help me," the Irishman said. Mark couldn't think of anything to do apart from invite the young man in. The few glimpses and small talk had made Mark extremely curious of the man and he wouldn't admit it yet, but there was a high school crush forming.
Jack had both of his arms wrapped around his sides as if he was cold but Mark could clearly see that he was sweating.
"What do you normally do to calm yourself?" Mark asked, ushering him in.
"Usually, I um cuddle with my boyfriend but I don't really have one at the moment. Last one was a shithead anyway," Jack said, muttering the last part to himself.
"I suppose some getting to know each other would distract me, I don't really know much about you Mark,"
Mark headed towards the kitchen to fetch some beers and tried to start the conv
In one San Fransokyo afternoon, life was normal. People gladly walked from street to street peacefully- that is until you pushed them out of the way yelling, “Get out of the way!”
Your little sneakers hit the pavement in a rapid dash while people behind you said,
“What a rude little girl”
“She sure must be in a rush”
You rolled your eyes while you clutched your backpack strap tightly hoping the people behind you wouldn’t catch you and your robot.
Then that’s when you heard the dreaded thugs chasing you, “Eh you kid! You robbed me of my money!!”
Halfway turning while still running you saw the Red Lotus angrily shoving people from their path to get to you. The head thug called Han pointed to you with a furious face.
Sadly when you turned you ran into somebody with a hard thud. “Umpf!” Your bodies flew until yo
Story 8: Meeting Room
You had been working in the Corp’s corporation for a little less than three months and you couldn’t deny that you loved it. You had begun working in floor 30, 4 floors below Levi and he came down every opportunity he had. Erwin had introduced you to the staff reluctantly leaving out the fact that Levi was your boyfriend, you had later asked him why and he just winked at you. He knew perfectly well how much you loved to tease Levi and much to his dismay if nobody knew about your relationship it was going to be much more easier to get him jealous over any situation.
So far you jealousy plans had more or less worked. Boy’s had flirted with you and even asked you out, the thing was because Levi is four flours above you he couldn’t see much. Thankfully from floors 30 upwards the employees had a private recreation room, which allowed you to make a scene in front of your secret boyfriend.
"Ja, Ja," said Germouser following the hyperactive Italian cat. He had no idea why Itabby wanted to introduce him to his new friend.
"_________!" shouted Itabby finaly finding his friend.
"Itabby," it was a pretty she-cat with large (e/c) eyes and a thick (f/c) coat. Carefully she walked over as the Italian cat ran to her tackling her in a strange catish hug.
"Veee~ ____________!" Itabby jumped, "___________, greet me like I taught you!"
___________ turned slightly red, "O-ok." Quickly she gave the Italian a peck on both cheeks.
"Ve~I got kissed by a pretty kitty. Now its your tern Germouser," said Itabby, "_____________ give Germouser a kiss to!"
________________ and Germouser both turned very red. "Umm, Itabby. I don't think that _________ would want-."
"Oh, no I'm fine," said ___________, "that is if you're-."
Germouser interrupted her, "I'm fine."
___________ walked over to the cat and gave him a quick pec
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil!
Saying the atmosphere wasn't awkward would be lying.
I sat, breathing heavily, watching him stare down at the words roughly scratched over the paper. The thin, delicate paper that I'd given my feelings up to, every second of emotions was there.
The paper was inside a book. A diary. My diary. My haven.
He was looking in on my tragic world, where I wasn't the awkward boy standing in the corner. I was the main subject, the sob story, the blazing sun in the depth of night.
Daniel gradually moved his glance up towards me. I had no idea what he'd just read.
We'd been sat cross-legged on the floor facing eachother for an hour. My diary had fell from my pocket when I'd returned back to our shared dorm.
Dan didn't like me. He'd told me many a time of how he'd prefer to be with Tom and Charlie down the hall.
I was the tragic, silhouette taking up his e
Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware
You took in a deep breath.
You tried to keep your heart from ramming against your chest; it was starting to get a bit painful. But not matter what you did, you could not find it in yourself to calm down.
You were nervous as ever. Your palms were sweaty, your face felt hot, and you could not only feel your heart beating hard in your chest but also throbbing in your ears. Your knees felt weak, and your legs were about to betray you any minute now. They felt like they were made of jelly; threatening to let you fall.
You breathed in deeply again; surely the oxygen would calm your nerves a bit right? But as you were letting it out, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.
The uncalled-for gesture shocked you to your core; you were not yet ready for human interaction. You jumped about a foot in the air, sucking in a quick mouthful of oxygen as you turned
You opened your eyes to find you are in your bedroom.
Sitting up, your (eye c) eyes scan your surroundings.
Your room is iluminated my the moon, casting shadows against every wall.
You look over to your clock, which sat on the dresser opposite your bed.
Sighing, you slowly swing your legs off the side of your bed,begin to stand,and walk over to your window.
Placing your hands on the window sill, you look up to the moon.
"Sooner than you think, huh Jack...?"
It had been one week.
One week without Jack making an appearance.
One week of being confined at home for "running away"
Throughout the week you were at battle with yourself.
Were the things you experienced with the winter spirit only days ago a figment of your imagination?
These things certainly crossed your mind. In fact, they ceased to leave it.
"What i saw...It couldn't have been my imaginatio
You and Jack pause, locked in your embrace.
Footsteps began to come closer
The voice echoed from across the hall.
Jack looked up, arms dropping from yours
"Is that...your mom?"
"(First-name)? Who are you talking to?"
You quickly raise your head and turn it towards the door frame, which was now outlined by the hall way light on the other side.
Your heart began to beat as fast as a drum when you heard your mothers voice coming closer.
You look down to your lap, and raise a finger to your lips, biting it.
Your voice lowered to a whisper.
"How did she-..."
Jack stood up from the bed and brushed his eyes with his sleeve. His eyes were still moist from tears.
"Whats the big deal?"
Your eyebrows furrow in frustration as you looked up at the boy. You struggled to keep your voice low.
"The big deal!? If she comes in here a
_____ lay across the couch in her living room, flipping through the channels on the TV. There was nothing on, but it didn’t bother her much; she wasn’t really paying attention, anyway. It was three in the afternoon in early June, and her parents were still at work. _____ had nowhere to go and no one to talk to for the whole day. But she didn’t mind. She kind of liked being alone. It gave her time to think. She also considered her solitude to be a form of punishment for her behavior two months prior.
The doorbell rang, making _____ jump. She slowly crawled off the couch and made her way to the door. She knew better than to simply open the door for just anybody, so she peeked through the window by the door. She was able to see the person on the other side without even moving the blinds. She ran her hand across her hip, reassuring herself that her pocket knife was still there. Very slowly, she opened the door.
Standing on her front porch was a man a
Mark X Reader
The crisp dusty scent of autumn cascaded down my back as another sorority group paraded into the book shop, joking and jabbing each other as they went straight to the coffee shop in the corner.
I shook my head at them, enjoying their excitement for fall before turning another page. My novel was getting to the good part, where the smoking hot park ranger slowly made advances upon the tomboy he saved from a flash flood. I was just barely aware of my surroundings now, enthralled by the story developing in my hands on sand colored pages. The image of his storm colored eyes glowing in the firelight as she gently rested against his shoulder, lips opened slightly, as if inviting him to-
Once again, another wash of cool air wisped against my thighs. This time, it was a loner, one with a confident grin on his face as he started off like the others: towards the caffeine. His stride was that of an alpha wolf, tendons working like a well o