Human!Sollux x Reader - Wobble!Human!Sollux x ReaderHuman!Sollux x Reader - Wobble!1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You were currently lounging on the couch at your friend's house. His name was Sollux and he was really cute. You loved his hair, glasses, and just basically everything about him. The sun shimmered in through the window and shined in your face. You sighed and moved over to the side a little on the couch. "Stupid sun..." you muttered. Sollux was out of the room getting some drinks and snacks to have, leaving you alone in the living room. With a groan, you basically threw yourself off the couch and made your way to the radio, perking up in thoughts of this being great.
You turned the radio on, not realizing it was actually a CD. Suddenly the song, Wobble Baby by V.I.C, starting booming around the living room. Well, you found out his bass was turned up loud. Nice job!
Not. You stumbled back a little, bumping right into Sollux which made you jump. He had put the drinks an
OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She ran, her heart pumping and the crying babe in her arms growing heavier. The pain in her lower abdomen was like hot fire escaping all over her body. Her legs fought her desire to keep moving and she hugged her son tighter. She couldn’t stop now, not now. Gritting her teeth, she broke into a sprint. Limbs tore at her face and arms, their wicked thorns biting into her skin. Above her, the red moon shone brightly in the night, lighting the path ahead.
“Only a little farther, my son.” She panted into his silver hair.
He clung to her, his tiny fingers curling into the folds of her dress. His cry hurt her ears, but the pain was a pleasant reminder that he was still alive.
They’d meant to kill him, this alien child that had grown in her belly—her child. Regardless of his blood, she loved him. He was hers, her son. Instinctively, she adjusted her arms, wrapping them tighter around him, and kissed his forehead.
Abruptly, the path dipped low into a ravine. Swamp
Blackmail Time 3Blackmail Time 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why I'm I having to serve Sasuke tea again? Naruto thought as he began pouring him tea. But he kept smiling around him anyways. Sasuke didn't know who he was yet. He gulped, this was horrible. Were as Sasuke was enjoying himself. Yep, the boy was real. Real fine. He couldn't take his eyes off him and licked his lips. Never had the young Uchiha felt such strong urge to rape someone before. Could you blame him? Have you seen that ass? It was damn sexy. Naruto turned around and walked over with the drinks.
"Here you go," he smiled as he handed Sasuke the drink and sat across from him "Rose Lavender Tea."
Sasuke took a sniff. It smelt nice, but what a weird thing to put into a drink.
"Why rose and lavender?"
"Because when these herbs are blended together they have a very soothing effect. Helps calm people."
To prove his point he then took a sip of his own cup. He really needed it. Sasuke too took a sip. It wasn't too bad but tea wasn't his cup of joe.
"So," Naruto began a conver
AkuRoku_Dont_Deny_Love_ch 4"so why did you do it?" axel asked out of the blue as they got into his car. axels car was a 2010 dodge challenger (sexy!),AkuRoku_Dont_Deny_Love_ch 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
of course its red- roxas thought to himself
"do what?" roxas asked not sure what axel was talking about instead his eyes and thoughts were on at his car.
"..haha" axel chuckled turning on the ignition, the car roared to life
"..what?" roxas asked snapping back into reality
"..like my car roxy?" axel asked smiling. "jealous"
"yeah i really do, i like it alot." roxas replied admitting it.
"why thank you." axel backed out of the parking space and exsited the school grounds. oh high school, unlike how middle school was when fences would keep you in.
the silent grew awkward and axel hating awkward silenceness like this so he spoke up. "...soo, what kind of car do you have?"
"....i have a 2010 lamborghini murcielago , but i dont drive it to school, i live close enough to walk anyway." roxas said he didnt seem all thet happy though
"why not you crazy?!" axel was amazed -
Online MiseryOnline MiseryOnline Misery4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hyves, Facebook, Twitter etc. Nowadays everybody uses them. Well everybody, not really, I don't. At first I thought it was because I just live under a rock and it takes a while before I find out how things like that work, now I know it's because I just don't have anything to share. My life is so boring, I would probably end up with "Nothing to share yet, I'll let you know if there is..."
Now, be honest, is there anyone who would like to read that? I don't guess so. On the other hand, I DO use my computer a lot. Not for games or anything (my computer can't handle anything that needs more graphical support than Tetris) but I just write.
And because I spend all this time writing (and deleting) things, my neighbors think I am the technical support around here. Everytime there is a problem with the computer they call me. I remember one time they were doing something online (which is pretty something for them, because sometimes I doubt it if they can even FIND the internet brow
[APH] GreecexReader - The Vet, Ch. 02[APH] GreecexReader - The Vet, Ch. 022 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Sir. Sir! Wake up!"
"I'm really sorry to wake you, but someone wants to see you." With a big grin on your face you hold up the fully healed cat to the half-awake man. The cat immediately jumps onto the man's lap and claws at his shirt. It takes a few seconds for the man to register what is going on but his face eventually lights up and he scratches the cat behind his ears excitedly.
Looking up at you, he exclaims in his calm attitude, "Wow. Thank you so much!"
You respond with a smile, "He is a lucky fellow! I almost lost him once but I think your faith made him stronger," you sit next to him and swing your finger at the cross hanging from his neck, "so I should be thanking you!" It truly was a miracle how that cat survived. It's an even bigger miracle how he's this energetic!
The man smiles at you and you smile back, however there was something about the way he looked at you right now that caused you to blush and look down at your feet. Plus, his eyes are an irresistible deep
Befriending RussiaBefriending Russia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Russia walked bleakly into his apartment bedroom, wet and dripping with the rainwater that poured down from the sky outside. Soaked to the bone, but he felt nothing. Silently closing the door, he began shedding his sodden clothes to replace them with dry sleeping clothes. Placing soft pink scarf on his nightstand, he sighed, the face of a familiar and friendly Romanian flashing through his mind.
"Why?" He asked no one in particular. As expected, he didn't get an answer. Sitting down on his fairly comfortable bed, he cradled his head in his hands, feeling the first of the tears falling. Why does he care so much? He shouldn't even be so... kind. Russia cannot guess why now, or even before when they first met centuries ago.
Russia smiled as he entered the conference room, he presence almost immediately making the gathered countries quiet. It always seemed to be like this every meeting, it was perfectly normal for the tall country. Always the exact same fearful greeting.
La Lluvia de Sangre y el Mago OscuroLa Lluvia de Sangre y el Mago Oscuro3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
¿La Lluvia de Sangre le dejaría pasar? Incluso él, el mago oscuro más viejo de todo el planeta, no conocía la respuesta.
Quería más poder, siempre lo hacía y sabía que el Poder Absoluto le esperara después de esa barrera.
Siempre había creído, como muchos antes que él, que si era cierto lo que decían las profecías y la barrera de la Lluvia de Sangre guardaba el Poder Absoluto detrás, entonces ningún poder existente en el mundo podría atravesarla, puesto que su fuerza sería también absoluta.
Pero él había sobrevivido a treinta cataclismos de poder (12 de ellos provocados por él mismo) y había descubierto que esa creencia era falsa. La barrera era muy fuerte, sí, pero no absoluta.
Lentamente, comenzó a formular la magia que rompería la Lluvia de Sangre para siempre. El remolino de color rojo, fruto de las aberrantes magias que crearon el Poder Absoluto, s
Running On FumesRunning On Fumes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exhaustion, Oh my limbs, my body whole.
What they feel that my heart does not.
I just wish to return to my place of slumber,
where what is dreamt came make me regret.
The cold sweat is the moment I awaken...
Knowing nothing, and remembering little.
Hunger, my belly for fulfillment so sweet...
The theory behind so many burdens,
the many weights on these weary shoulders,
That I have ever called my own.
And now my knees are my feet,
covered with the hoof prints of a dead horse.
Tell me God, the Creator in a Kingdom his own...
Tell me of my purpose in the method you wish...
Tell me once more if not a million times...
As for this all, the new and unwanted-
I have no push left in me...For this---
I feel nothing...
Cost of CowardiceCost of Cowardice6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Terra! Terra, where did you go? The boy of about ten years yelled out as he transversed the dark realm in search of his companion, although he no longer had any idea as to the young womans whereabouts. With a sigh, the Onion Knight leaned against one of the massive stone pillars in the area, attempting to catch his breath after running for almost ten full minutes. I-Im too young for all of this. He said in between pants, the boys blonde hair soaked with sweat, a small collection of hairs grouping into a small ponytail of sorts that would flow with the wind. The plumed helmet the boy wore didnt help very much with temperature regulation, the boy tempted to simply remove it in order to better cool down.
Still, the Onion Knight knew better as he held his golden blade up against the crimson armor which covered his torso, knowing that a surprise attack from Chaos forces could come at any time. He had a job to do as a warrior of Cosmos, a
Culinary Confessions (Ichiruki)Title: Culinary ConfessionsCulinary Confessions (Ichiruki)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Author: MeteorLeopard (HoneyBadger)
In truth, Ichigo really did try. It was to be commended, the way he so bravely raised the chopsticks to his mouth, the congealed piece of... something, gripped gingerly between them.
Ichigo was trying hard not to breathe. The food smelled odd, rather like overcooked butter or fried watermelon. The theory was that if he didn't smell it, he wouldn't taste it. After all, didn't all food taste bland when one had a cold and therefore a blocked nose?
Why did he have to be the only one to suffer such treatment? The useless father, Karin and Yuzu weren't here to endure this with him. Some or other 'prior engagements' as they put it. But Ichigo knew that Karin had caught sight of Rukia's attempt at cooking and swiftly made plans to spend the evening with her soccer buddies. Yuzu - as sweet as she was - didn't stick around either. When Ichigo had tried to follow their example and say that Keigo had invited him out to go bowling
Existentialism Exploration2 a.m. on Sunday morning and hes staring at the ceiling, counting water stains.Existentialism Exploration6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He goes to church, just because, and listens to the sound of words like grace and salvation and lets his eyes find the broken lines and chips in the podium.
Breakfast is toast, because thats all the diner downstairs serves, and its always eaten in five neat bites.
Light is always white, never sterile.
Stars are planets, never things to be wished upon.
And people are atoms and molecules and tissue and sliding muscle.
He works as a dentist, and asks How has life been treating you lately? and makes soft noises in the back of his throat, so theyll come back next time.
Favorite colors dont exist.
Nor first loves,
Wanting to eat
And wanting to sleep
And wanting to touch
Because of hormones and synapses and instinctual need.
Population may be odd... but it's a Mating NumberWhen the time comes to say goodbyePopulation may be odd... but it's a Mating Number2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's the time to tell the lie
the lie that lies for years in you
and never reveals what you have to do
Sun is no longer certain
Nights are darker than black
and if you try to escape that hateful fate
over again, your nightmares will be back
Devil without mercy,
Moon without the pale light...
Past never forgets your wrong right
When crimson blood was painting midnight
Look up, this sky
is painted with rubicund dye..
Is it your blood? Is it your soul...
Or is it the annealed evil from below?
This picture may seem cute
may seem harmless
but when I look at it brings me countless...
memories, thoughts, feelings, my biggest loss...
of my beloved person, my innocent lullaby
I never was unoffending, never had an alibi
and people always told me
"Go away, no more space for you to occupy..."
There was only one person that loved me for real
Like a floss, like a feather, that was her feel
her name was short... only 3 letters
but I always called it with great fondn
BruisesBruises3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She’s gone off half-cocked again, thinking she can take on the entire world all by herself. When she finally returns home, cursing and making an ungodly racket, he sees that she has more broken bones and bruises on her than he’d like to count.
Bolin tries to help as best he can, but she just dismisses him with a wave of her hand and tends to her own wounds. But she can barely heal herself for crap (some great master waterbender she is), and she’ll never ask for help. Never.
At least his brother can get close to her, not that he wants to. No, this firebender would rather not. Let Bolin play the nurse, let Bolin take the abuse. Mako’s just too damn sick of it all.
Besides, if he were to make a move to come near her, she’d just bend him through a wall or tell him to fuck off with such ferocity that she might as well have crushed him into the earth or slit his throat with her stupid ice dagger. He’ll never know why he puts up with her to begin wit
Crushed - Chapter ElevenChapter Eleven SilverCrushed - Chapter Eleven4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I remained awake during much of the night, despite feeling so unbearably tired. The couch I was attempting to sleep on wasn't particularly comfy, but that wasn't what was keeping me from sleeping. Even Silver's light snoring, which could typically lull me to sleep without a problem, wasn't as reassuring as it had been. Having him be so near to me was keeping me awake; although I knew it was silly, I was worried that I had hurt him by not confessing my own feelings to him. Or confessing anything, really. I didn't say anything.
Silver, I'm sorry. Was that all I could say? Was that all? And yet, that was exactly what I had been waiting for him to say. I had so much I needed to tell him, but I had to hear everything from him first. Perhaps that was why I had apologized. Not because I was sorry that he had suffered and I had been the one complaining but because I had made him wait, because I hadn't taken the first step, because I still had to
insomniaIn a world infested with the undead, peace is a thing of the past. We're traveling in a pack, nightmares robbing us of any sleep but the madness is divine.insomnia9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Moonlight Shadow: Vol1. Roses.Moonlight Shadow: Vol1. Roses.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In each human life comes a time when he has to say goodbye to his past. You have plugged the door behind it and begin to live a new life. But not always you manage to get rid of the past.
You never know whether it will needle through a key hole or door bottom. You never know whether, like you, other people from the past have closed door from past and started a new life.
Either way, you just know that you should get rid of it as soon as possible, because your past, whatever it is, will corner you earlier or later.
Vol. 1: Roses.
It was sunny, summer day, my mother - Louise Kerington - dug in the black earth, in the garden behind the house. The clock was two per day and the sun was cooking unusually strong - for State of California, San Francisco. Outside it was about 33 degrees and I was sitting in the house at the conditioner.
I badly carry hot and usually sat at home or at the ocean swing. There blew co