Are You Jealous? No! (Garry X Ib)Jealous?Are You Jealous? No! (Garry X Ib)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"-just so cute! He always compliments me and everything, Garry!" Ib said, delighted.
Garry stared at her blankly and poked at the food he had made for them. He was suddenly not hungry anymore. When Ib started to talk about her "friend" (She was in fifth grade for God's sake! Didn't girls still think guys had cooties?) he suddenly felt uncomfortable. He wanted to go kill that boy for some odd reason... Weird. His stomach started churning at the thought of the young boy. He really had not done anything; he really did like Ib. But, in Garry's eyes, this boy was bad news.
Everytime Ib's parents could not pick her up from school, Garry would always vonlunteer. After the whole incident at the Art Gallery, Ib's parents trusted Garry enough to know he was not a pervert. Which was quite often, actually. Ib's parents quite a lot. They wanted the "fancy" life for Ib, is what they always told Ib. Ib did not seem to mind. If her parents worked more, she could see Garry more.
Ib - He Didn't KnowColdness overcame him. Garry had no choice but to lay down as Ib moved forward, a fragment of the very essence of his life snatched away with each time an eerily kind voice would sing. Loves me, Loves me not. Loves me, Loves me not.Ib - He Didn't Know3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Of course he heard the voice. Garry listened to each petal of his magic blue rose fall, floating to the ground as his life wilted with the flower. He had once hoped that Ib might have been able to rescue him, but soon he became aware of how fragile his consciousness was becoming and how soon he would slip into darkness.
Garry wanted only the best for Ib, the cute, fun little girl he had only met that afternoon. In his last moments when the last shining blue petal fell and Mary sounded off a final, blissful Loves me as a cheer of victory Garry had only wished that Ib had made it home safely after all they had been through at this horror show of an art museum and that Mary would stay as far away from the sweet girl as possible. Bli
MiRaClEs, ch6 -gamkat-Gamzee grinned. "You know, you make a motherfuckin good pillow."MiRaClEs, ch6 -gamkat-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Glad you think so.." He shook his head.
Gamzee laughed and then went quiet, just sorta looking up at Karkat.
Karkat was looking to the side and then glanced down at him and saw him staring and blushed a little, "What?"
"About what?" He asked curiously; his blush going away now.
"'bout miracles.....you know, most things I consider to be miracles revolve around you." He smiled a little. "When you smile, when you laugh, when you blush.....all miracles."
Karkat's heart did three flips in his chest and he couldn't help but smile a little at the kind words, even if they were coming from Gamzee..
"You should smile more often....your whole face lights up when you do."
Karkat blushed a little and smiled more, "Really?"
"Yeah. It's doing it right now; you look so happy." Gamzee smiled softy at him. "It's a good look for you."
Karkat blushed more and looked to the side; hiding his smile.
"Why are you being so nice t
The MaraudersJames swiftly Stepped off his broom. His Gryffindor robes moving slightly. Sirius Coming in behind him, just as graceful. He was laughing to himself. James Elbowed his mate in the ribs. "Oi! Padfoot. Quiet we can't take any changes." He whispered. His brown eyes flashed to meet his mate's Grey eyes. He put his broom in it's proper place and moved to allow Sirius to do the same thing. "Would you like to do the honors Padfoot?" James asked holding out a plain piece of parchment. Sirius whipped out his wand and placed it on the parchment. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He said smugly. James smirked. As the word appeared he opened the map. Sirius went and got the cloak from it's hiding place. "Minerva seems to be up and about." James commented as he looked for the best possible root to get back to the Gryffindor common room. "Do you think she's seen it yet?" Sirius asked as he unfolded the cloak. "No, she appears to be talking to nearly headlesThe Marauders5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
9: Proud of You"Hey 6, come to the party with me!"9: Proud of You5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The little striped stitchpunk shyly took the hand of his one-eyed companion. He was lead to a little room where 10 had set up a record player and dim lights.
"What's the occasion?" 9 asked when he arrived.
"Didn't you hear?" said 5. "10's going to propose to 13, and he wants it to be a special occasion. Just don't tell her, okay? It's going to be a surprise."
9 grinned and nodded.
6 tugged gently on 5's arm.
5 looked at his striped companion and took a quick look around the room. When 17 was nowhere in sight, he smiled softly at 6.
"Don't worry, she'll be here."
6 was convinced and smiled back.
At first, 6 danced with the twins 3 and 4, playing games with them. But after about ten minutes, 6 started to worry. 17 was still not there. The twins begged him to play some more, so he did, but checked over his shoulder every minute. Still no sign of 17. After a while, the twins grew tired and went to go sit down. 6 went with them, but pa
Fever chapter 126's deep, peaceful sleep turned out to be a coma. He slept for three days, and on the fourth day, he finally woke up.Fever chapter 123 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He slowly blinked his eyes open and glanced around. He was in 2's workshop. No one else was there except for 0.
6 slowly sat up, and 0 jumped on his chest, nearly knocking him back down. The bug chirped happily, and 6 scratched his back to calm him down.
"I'm okay, buddy..." said 6 tiredly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
Once he managed to calm 0 down enough, he looked down at himself. The wound on his midsection had been tightly sewn back up, this time with his Keeper on the inside. He looked at his temperature.
Still a bit higher than normal, but 6 figured that would happen. He doubted he would ever be able to get his temperature back to normal. He looked at his pulse and saw that it was 65.
Slowly, 6 sat up all the way. He was still incredibly weak, and he figured it would take him a while to get his strength back.
That was when he saw it.
I Just Want to SleepRemus just wants to sleep but Sirius won't let himI Just Want to Sleep3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Word Count: 512
Remus groaned and pulled his covers over his head in an attempt to drown out whoever was calling his name. Because of the full moon, he'd fallen slightly behind on his homework and had stayed up last night to finish an essay. It wasn't until half past three when he finally crawled into bed. Thank Merlin for weekends.
"Mooooony!" the voice called again, this time muffled ever so slightly. On top of the annoying yelling, the person was now tugging at the foot of his blankets, most likely trying to uncover him. "It's time to wake up."
"Go away, Sirius," he said just before his blankets were flung away, exposing him to the cold air of the dorm room. "Who left the bloody window open?"
Sirius looked over his shoulder to said window and then shrugged. "Probably Prongs," he answered and covered Remus up, but only to the waist. "Now, no more sleeping. It's time for breakfast and you nee
A Kiss to make it Feel BetterGamzee flushed the toilet, leaning against the white rim for support, the fresh taste of vomit in his mouth. Panting, he heaved himself to his feet, stumbling and leaning against the wall before he staggered to the counter, where he leaned on the edge of that as he turned on the sink. He hadn't even bothered to put on his make up today, he felt so terrible. He took a handful of water into his mouth and gurgled it, spitting it back out into the sink in an attempt to get rid of the vile taste of regurgitated food out of his mouth. Sighing, he turned off the water, looking up at himself in the mirror. Geez, he almost looked as terrible as he felt.A Kiss to make it Feel Better4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Hunching his shoulders, he trudged into the living room, sitting down on the couch where he was previouslybefore he had ran to the bathroom to throw up his guts again. Wrapping himself up in the fluffy blanket, he smiled slightly; he felt all nice and cozy wrapped up in that blanket, feeling the soft fabric against his skin, wearing his po
Dog, Stag and RatThough no words were spoken aloud, the three boys' expressions practically screamed 'You go first'.Dog, Stag and Rat4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Remus stood by the door, watching anxiously. Every couple of seconds he would make a small noise, as if to protest, but the looks he recieved made him bite his tongue. He had been quivering with fear ever since that morning when James had rushed to breakfast, shirt unevenly buttoned and glasses askew, claiming he'd figured it out. Now Remus's three best friends stood expectantly in the abandoned classroom, ready to make the intense change into Animagi, all for him. He didn't even want to think about what could go wrong, all he knew was that it'd be all his fault.
Sirius cleared his throat. He wasn't one to suffer hostile silences, nor to shy away from a challenge.
"If you two shirt lifters are done pissing your pants, could we maybe get a move on?" he snapped characteristically, although his voice betrayed his twinges of nervousness.
"Shirt lifters?" James scoffed, "You're one to talk. I
Summertime6 had never had a good night's sleep in his whole, short life.Summertime3 years ago in Drama More Like This
His waking days were plagued by images only he could understand, and his nights were filled with visions of the deaths of his friends. He had seen 2 die, mouth agape and his pale green soul flying out at an alarming rate; he had witnessed 5 struggle, his patch ripped open and his fingers biting into the wires of some beast he couldn't see. He watched himself die countless times.
But his warnings always fell on deaf ears.
2 tried, really, he did. He collected 6's drawings and studied them, pouring over them for hours, some nights until he couldn't hold his head up any more. But there were only so many times he could look over the variations on a theme until he had to concede that, no, maybe there was no sense to them. But then why draw the same thing?
"Because he's a lunatic!" 1 had yelled earlier that day. "Because his mind does not function! Can you understand that?!"
"I can," 2 had said absentmindedly, "but I cannot just
Journey To The Past"What is this place? Why does it feel so familiar" 15 asked as she stared at a ruined house, feeling a pang of nostalgia. Standing behind her was a small reconnaissance group consisting of 2, 5, 6, 7, and 16. They were all searching for supplies on 1's orders; but the strange building had caught her interest and she ran over to it, causing the others to follow her. Some of them were baffled at her attraction to this specific building in particular, it was nothing special. It was just another empty home save for the bodies of it's former occupants.Journey To The Past4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Perhaps you saw it in a vision or something?" 5 suggested. "Or maybe we had came by here while running for our lives during the war?" 16 chimed in.
15 shook her head. "No, we never came by here during our survival attempts. And I've never seen this building in a vision. It feels like this house holds...some lost memory of mine." she said.
"Well, if it has things we can use for supplies then it's good enough for me." 7 spoke up. "Let's go." T
Sirius is...Sirius Black is fragile. Whether or not he allows people to see it I have seen. Ive seen how he masked his insecurities with a ladies man image how he grinned and smiled and joked around. Ive seen his face fall when they mentioned the girls hed shagged. Ive seen him force a smile back into his face and laugh in a way that reveals his pain, though he hides it beautifully.Sirius is...10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have held him when he came into my bed sobbing and wouldnt explain his tears, but just that he needed someone to hold him. I have watched him snuggle into my chest, sobbing his eyes out, about whatever demons he refused to talk about. I have felt his breath calm and his eyes droop shut, I have watched his face fill with ease as he joined the world of sleep.
Sirius excels at hiding his feeling from everyone. Even me. We were snuggling on the couch when he asked me if I loved him. Of course I did. I explained to him that I loved him very much and he started crying.
Sinusitis: A HaikuNasal cavitySinusitis: A Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fascinating petrie dish
A mucoid rainbow
The Great Cape CaperThe Great Cape CaperThe Great Cape Caper4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was late in the afternoon. The sun was starting to set. There had been a strong wind storm that morning, and it had damaged the telescope in the watch tower. 5 and 2 were in 2's workshop, repairing it. They had been working in silence for the past hour.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the piece of wood that was used in place of a door.
"Come in," called 2, not even looking up as he screwed another bolt back into place. The door opened and 7 entered. Behind her, the twins poked their heads into the doorway, cataloging what was going on.
"7?" said 5, looking up to see the female Stitchpunk. "What's wrong?"
"6 is freaking out about something," said 7.
"What's he going on about this time?" asked 2, looking up from the telescope.
"I don't know," said 7, shrugging. "He wouldn't tell anyone. He just kept running around his room muttering under his breath."
As if to prove the point, 4 dashed into the room and projected the image of 6 frantically sprinting around his room
9U - Loyalty23 brought her legs up to her chest, folding herself even smaller as she tried to squeeze farther back into the hideaway she had found. She buried her face against her knees. She couldn't believe it. 24, her best friend, her brother was gone...9U - Loyalty5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her head shot up as a hand made contact with her shoulder, and she saw 3 kneeling next to her. She looked away from him. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around 3, he was a good friend, but she didn't want to burden the others with this. She had to handle this on her own.
She had to be strong...
The hooded scholar shook her shoulder a bit, snapping her out of her thoughts as she looked at him again. She noticed he had something folded underneath his other arm and motioned to it with a quizzical look.
He gave her a small sad smile and unfolded the fabric, handing it to her as he did so. It was a soft pink, green, and blue quilt, which had the number 23 neatly embroidered in the center. She recognized the organized and beautiful stitching as h
The Time At Hand -9 fanfic- 4The rest of the day went by normally. 2 and 5 when out scouting again, 3 and 4 frond so interesting books and 1 was nagging 8's ear off with things he couldn't understand let alone even less, care about. The only deferens was that 6 drew on the bottom story of the building rather then returning to his art station. It really didn't matter to him where he draw, as long as he was able to illustrate his visions. If only he could make them out more clearly so the others could understand.The Time At Hand -9 fanfic- 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a sound coming from the other side of the door. The boy could only figure it was 2 and 5 returning back, so he carried on with his picture. But 6 was wrong. Because there was only one pare of feet walking his way.
"6? What are you doing down here?" spoke a soft voice to the boy. Then he knew. 6 looked up and saw 7 standing little more then a foot in front of him. "7!" 6 stood up happily and ran up to his friend. "You're back! You're back!" 6 couldn't help but smile, and neither could 7. "That's ri
PnF: Sick Streak ch3"Phineas Phineas Phineas, wake up!"PnF: Sick Streak ch34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something flat slapped down next to Phineas' ear, causing the fifteen-year-old to raise his head quickly in shock. Eyes wide, he stared at his surroundings.
He was in Science class, the second period of the morning. He had been able to live through English before that, but although he knew he had, he could hardly remember what had been taught in that class. The other students were speaking loudly amongst each other while the teacher searched his filing cabinet for something. Obviously, they had been given an assignment and the teenagers were all chattering about who they would be teamed up with.
The noise suddenly made him feel incredibly lightheaded. Ever since he had sat down at the table he and Ferb shared, his mind had fogged and blacked out. Now, after having hoped to have even a bit of rest, Phineas woke up to Buford's hand slapping down on the surface of the table. And the doze had not made him feel the least bit bette
the galloping trollops of the barnyard brotheli can't get U out of my craniUmthe galloping trollops of the barnyard brothel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
overexposure, death by uranium
you're so acidic
your pH level is
Little Miss Litmus strips
atop her periodic table;
chemical whorses in un
stables dig their hooves
into your manure wallet
as you sing here comes
you try riding one young
p(h)ony saddleback, and
she knocks you off; this
doesn't stop your saliva
from ignoring the signs:
do not feed the animals
(i wish i was an animal
in your fantasy-zoo)
you masticate their hay-hair
ogling them as covetously as
i do to you. if asked, i'd say:
i do to you. they'd just neigh
(as if to say nay. as for me,
i'd whinny as you pulled my
tail) alas i am but a donkey
& you only tame purebreds.
Lady RavenLady Raven stands on the roof top ledgeLady Raven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black gleaming eyes peering over the edge
Beautiful dusky feathers are tinged with red
And bones show through where she has bled
Her wings are broken and useless now
From stones and rocks thrown at her brow
Just some wicked child's ruthless game
Who taught such a thing should die of shame
Somehow she manages to still stand tall
Upon the edge of this man-made wall
Lady Raven then jumps into the air
And spreads her broken wings with flair
She plummets down towards the earth
Slightly gliding on the wind's wide berth
Broken body meets soil in a cry of pain
Then there is nothing to feel again
Although Lady Raven was driven to die
For one last time she was able to fly
Sex AppealSex Appeal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Another Bad Breath Morning.
My Messy Hair Again. I Wake
Up With My Attitude And Bitch
About My Skin. I prepare To
Apply My Mask To Cover And
Conceal. Shut Up! Just be Beautiful.
Fight To Appeal, Slip on that cute
Shirt, Damn! It's too tight. squeeze
Into those skinny jeans That zipper
Sure puts up a fight. Comfort or style,
Flats or heels, Put on that sunscreen
Girl, It's never sexy to peel. Lip stick
And mascara, Hair dye and french nails.
The Pursuit of perfection and all that
I have Become A Slave to Sex Appeal.
Negative TwentySoftly spoken, heart thawing;Negative Twenty4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Van Gogh's Slumber PartyI live in the wombVan Gogh's Slumber Party3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a wishing well
& swim with genies
in gene pools while
toss copper prayers
in my magic dump
Recycle loose change
& change the loose
screw in the magic
it hovers over me
like a toxic halo.
I am both the slave
& master, bound in
box. Pennies rain:
litter trickles like
My heart sleeps on my sleeve,
but sometimes it gets caught
in my zipper. If that happens
unbuckle my ears & whisper:
i have you bookmarked -vii. Sometimes breakfast, lunch and dinner were like art; food was flung from each corner, creating a futile canvas on every wall. I played a scale of musical doors as they slammed one by one. I'm sure I broke a fewi have you bookmarked -4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
vocalchords too. He was always right beside me, yet so far.
But we mingled together. When his hand gripped mine with his feathery touch, it seemed okay to pretend. Maybe my mind still needed to develop, needed watering. Or maybe together we just made feelings obsolete.
iv. And we did.
We sat on park benches blowing smoke kisses and watched movies, that only seemed good because everything else on TV was crap.
Bubblegum. Pot. Gallons of ice-cream. We fed two pigeons and named them Ben and Jerry. We danced to Genesis, even though we both knew that they were possibly the most overplayed band in the world-universe-all-shopping-centers-in-London-ever.
At night we slipped between the park gates and sat by the lake. It felt like the moon was right ne