Serving the KingServing the King3 years ago in Romance More Like This
From outside eyes we appeared as Boss and Captain. We were.. but behind closed doors, and behind what no one would ever see.. There was so much more between us.
or did I only think that because I wanted there to be more between us.. ?
After missions, as everyone returns to they're rooms, Boss and I head to his room.
We rarely talk, we just sit. He closes his eyes, and I watch him. Every now
and then his eyes will shoot open, and that deep crimson would pierce my whole body.
Truly enough, his glares could kill. But the way he glared at me was different, he clearly wished
to devour me.. and If I were to look away while he was glaring at me, that's exactly what he'd do.
Toss me onto the table, chair, bed, floor, or press me against the window.. Pull my hair, choke me, punch me, make me bleed, and devour me.. until I pass out from pain, pleasure, lack of air.. or all three I suppose..
In the beginning of us, he always wanted to spar with me, I think he just enjoyed my stubborn
Make Yourself Useful250 sighed noisily and fwumped yet another stack of clothes on the counter. A freshly pressed dress shirt stared up at him from the top of the pile, buttons winking in the light. 250 eyed the offending article of clothing before shooting a sharp look at its offending owner. As usual, 300 sat in his favorite armchair, legs crossed, a newspaper open. He looked the picture of a 1950s sitcom father. 250 huffed and crossed his arms behind the counter.Make Yourself Useful3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The newspaper twitched. 300 looked up. "Is something wrong?"
250 frowned. Normally, 300's refusal to help around the house wasn't a real issue - more like something to be thrown in the Scot's face periodically, just to remind him who did the actual work when the day was done. But today, 250 had cleaned the entire house top to bottom: dusting, sweeping, wiping, scrubbing, even vacuuming and mopping; from bedrooms to bathrooms to kitchen to basement. And 250 could have tolerated doing all that by himself - it was, after all, his house, and it ne
Don't Worry, I'm A Ghost [Fem!FinlandXMale!Reader]"Don't Worry, I'm A Ghost"Don't Worry, I'm A Ghost [Fem!FinlandXMale!Reader]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[Male!Reader X Ghost!Fem!Finland]
Author's Note: Angst Warning. You have been warned.
"Why do you have to be so stupid!? We were supposed to turn left at the last intersection!" A woman screamed at her husband.
The man looked away from the road, glaring daggers. "I know what I'm doing! Now be quiet!"
The woman quickly looked at the road, and her eyes widened. "Look out!"
The man looked ahead and all he saw was a body hit the car as he stomped his foot on the brake.
They got out of the car, seeing a man in his twenties on the concrete street- unconscious from the blow. His forehead was bleeding.
"C- call the ambulance!" The woman panicked.
"Do you know where you are?" The woman at the desk asked you.
You simply replied, "The police station."
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Who are you?"
You sat silent, not really knowing.
The woman sighed, pulling out a small stack of papers from a packet. Looking through, she said, "The hospital sent thes
Lisa's Choice Ch. 12 Final ChapterA simpsons FanficLisa's Choice Ch. 12 Final Chapter3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Disclaimer: This is a dark story that is also Older Lisa X Sideshow Bob. It is slightly AU and takes place in a more "realistic" version of the show. This also takes place 9 years in the future.
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Lisa leaned against the side of Bob's car. He had loaded up their purchases already. When Lisa didn't say anything he broke the silence.
"Not to pressure you Lisa, but where are we going to look? She might have simply run away."
"She wouldn't have run. Bart left her alone before, because our parents were more likely to believe her then me. No, she didn't run. Bart took her somewhere."
Lisa had been asking herself that very same question. Bart could only go so far dragging a little girl with him, and knowing him this was a game. No doubt he would be expecting her to come after him. Though he probably envisioned her groveling not pissed as she was. He would pick a deserted building most likely and one the police won't think to look. It suddenly clicked.
Lisa's Choice Ch. 10A simpsons FanficLisa's Choice Ch. 103 years ago in Drama More Like This
Disclaimer: This is a dark story that is also Older Lisa X Sideshow Bob. It is slightly AU and takes place in a more "realistic" version of the show. This also takes place 9 years in the future.
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Lisa leafed through a book not quite interested in it. Being left alone in Bob's apartment left an anxious pit in her stomach and every tiny noise put her on edge. A half-eaten sandwich sat on the table forgotten. Around noon she had attempted to eat something, but found herself not hungry.
"What have you gotten yourself into Lisa?" She asked herself. They couldn't stay in Springfield, not if they wanted any normal sort of life. Something better than what passed as normal in the dumb town she called home. She amused herself by imagining what sort of jobs they could do. Together they could do anything; maybe they could go into theater together. Bob certainly had the voice for it. One idea kept popping up in her thoughts. She had always had a natural inclination
PaF - Perry the Preteen 12Perry tried to pull free, but the arms held him tight. His mind raced. This didn't make any sense. Why would Brett have supervillain equipment? He wasn't an evil mastermind bent on world domination. He was just a school bully.PaF - Perry the Preteen 124 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Those... Those robot arms look familiar..." said Doofenshmirtz.
Brett smirked. "They should... Doctor."
Perry widened his eyes and hoped he'd misunderstood. If Brett knew about that...
Oblivious, Doofenshmirtz replied "Oh, well, thank you, you know, not many people acknowledge..." Then realisation seemed to hit him. "Wait, what?!"
Brett approached the arms. Perry glared. A few steps closer, and he could bite him. "You're trying to figure out how to weasel out of this, aren't you? After all, that's your speciality... Agent P." Brett smirked again.
Perry continued to glare, though he could feel the blood drain from his face. How did he know? Had he told anybody? Could he contain this? Why was Doofenshmirtz in a cauldron?
Perry's last question was answered when Bre
Good Enough, a Wreck-It Ralph oneshotGood EnoughGood Enough, a Wreck-It Ralph oneshot3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Tammy?" Felix kept his voice low. He didn't really want to wake her--he was only testing.
No response from the Sargent. She lay sleeping, burrowed under the soft blankets.
Felix tried to swallow his guilt. Sneaking around his own wife! He was a cad. He was a low-down snake. He was...
He was tired of craning his neck every time he wanted a glimpse of her beautiful face.
He slipped from the bed, knowing the movement wouldn't wake her. When Tammy was really out nothing short of a Cy-bug woke her. She'd explained it as soldier mentality being able to sleep deeply when you knew you were safe.
Felix had nodded and tried to look like he got it. His programming didn't exactly allow for him to get it, he suspected. Too violent.
Well, that wasn't his problem right now. Tammy was sleeping soundly, and he had bigger fish to fry.
He slipped out of his jammies and into his working clothes. It was always night in his game, and they didn't tech
Take Care...Warnings: Fluff and Slash dont like it? Hit the BACK button RIGHT NOWTake Care...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing/s: Perryshmirtz, hints of PhiFerb
Perry the platypus, well once was a platypus, due to an experiment gone wrong in his owners place. He still lives with them, but not as a pet, the boys treat him like a brother. But he could never shake the feeling theyre hiding something.
Perry went down the hatch to his secret lair, opened the incoming message and Major Monogram appeared on screen.
Good morning Agent P
Said agent saluted.
Your nemesis, Dr. Doofensmirtz, seemed to be inactive these past few days. We want you to find out what hes doing.
NOT doing, sir interrupted Carl.
Monogram coughed, Not doing, were counting on you, agent P
Perry went to his jet and his signature theme song played.
As soon as the D.E.Inc building the evil jingle was heard in the backgr
Ballad of the ice King and Simon Poor Simon Petrikov,Ballad of the ice King and Simon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Silly little man,
Playing with forces he did not understand
On went the crown,
out went his Wits
Along with his princess, Betty,
Whom he loved to bits.
The changes were slow
the seeds had been sown
for an unknown future below
The ice and the snow
were all that would be shown
by the crown
that turned his smile into a frown
The snow fell and so did the bombs
Simon found Marceline
without a dad or a mom
Die a hero, live a villian
the time is soon closing in
a flip of the coin of fate
no matter what, a terrible fate.
Lost your sanity and your soul
Ice King feels as empty as a bowl
Your only friend is lost again
drowned in your own shattered mind
all traces of yourself
erased by time
after all was said and done
the events were over
the stage was set
The one question remains,
Am I kicked out of the fandom, yet?
Attached"What would you do if I was shot?" 300 asked innocuously.Attached3 years ago in Romance More Like This
250 stopped, one foot on the staircase, and eyed his partner. It had been a long day of cat and mouse with Niels, and 300 was sprawled on his back across the sofa, lounging. His jacket was open, stylishly framing a long expanse of crisp white shirt. One foot dangled off the edge of the couch to graze the ground. He gazed thoughtfully at the ceiling, head tilted just so.
If 250 didn't know the man so well, he could've believed that this was a genuinely innocent question - mere curiosity. But there was something calculated to way 300 had draped himself across the couch. 250 furrowed his brow, unsure of what sort of game they were playing. "You really have to ask?" he droned, stepping down from the staircase and resting his folded arms on the back of the sofa.
300 shrugged, knitting his hands on top of his stomach. "I was just wondering."
250 cocked an eyebrow. "Why? You plan on getting shot sometime soon?"
"Of course not," 300 sco
PaF - Perry the Preeten 1It was already too warm to be winter, but still too cool to be summer. The air smelled of flowers, even inside the school bus. And Phineas and Ferb were deep in one-sided conversation about the underwater circus they were planning for the weekend.PaF - Perry the Preeten 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Candace, who got off three stops ahead at the high school, leaned over the back of their seat. "Could you guys go just one day without doing something impossible?"
Phineas and Ferb looked around. "I wouldn't really call our projects impossible..." said Phineas slowly.
Candace jabbed her finger at the seat in front of her brothers. "You turned the family pet into the family... brother."
"Aw, Perry doesn't mind," said Phineas, completely missing Candace's point. "Right, Perry?"
Perry looked up from the book he was reading, twisted in his seat, and gave a thumbs up. He'd been human for good since the end of summer, and by now it felt almost normal. Almost. He didn't think it was even obvious that he was a platypus anymore, as long
PaF - Perry the Preteen 3As soon as he got home, Perry walked as quickly to his room as he dared. He didn't want to run, in case it looked suspicious.PaF - Perry the Preteen 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He shared the room with Phineas and Ferb, but the only obvious evidence that he lived there was the rumpled sleeping bag on the floor. It was a compromise. Perry had wanted to keep using his basket in the living room, but Linda and Lawrence had threatened to give him a real bed. He'd argued. There wasn't even room for another bed. But they'd been adamant that he not use his basket. So he slept in a cheap, easy to set up, yet acceptably human way.
Once he'd put his school bag away in the closet that he also shared with Phineas and Ferb, he put his left eye up against a small hole in the wall, and chattered.
"Retina and voice print acknowledged," said a female computer voice. "Prepare for dematerialisation."
Perry had just enough time to widen his eyes before there was a blinding flash of light, a slight pain, and he was in his base. He checked his hands to make s
ClawsDib had grown accustomed to certain things over time. So he was used to now sleeping on the floor of his room while having Zim around. The Irken seemed to find Dibs home rather pleasant after being demoted from Invader. Dib had decided to let him stay. He felt it was his chance to learn a bit about the alien, even though he wasnt really a threat anymore. A camaraderie formed between Irken and human over the course of a few weeks. Now, Dib was adapted to having the Irken around so often that he didnt know what it would be like if Zim ever decided to leave.Claws8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As he awoke, Dib sat up and stretched, looking over at the used to be his bed and the figure sleeping soundly in it. Zim was usually the first one awake, albeit always a little too early for Dibs liking. But lately the alien was suffering the Irken equivalent of a head cold and he had not been functioning at maximum efficiency.
Dib let the sleeping Irken be and got up, quickly throwing on some suita
-ma vie, the ruse: part 1--ma vie, the ruse: part 1-3 years ago in Humor More Like This
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"Wow! Radioactive Man Vs. Wussycat: When The Claws Come Out!"
Bart Simpson gaped upon the comic book in the window of the Android's Dungeon & Baseball Card Shop. "Man,
only a few of even the most elite comic book collectors own *that* one! Aah, how I admire their strength of
much moolah, their grace and bravery of their never begging their parents..."
Milhouse Van Houten loosened his fixed gaze upon the book, and shifted his glance to Bart. "Yeah, they're
known as the Wussies!"
Bart blinked at him puzzledly.
"Er..they're still trying to come up with a new club name."
After a few more minutes of worshipping, the admiring silence was disturbed by the hoarse, slightly-scratchy,
threatening voice of a certain bully. Oh, no.
"Hey, Four-Eyes!" Nelson Muntz called out, standing behind the two boys, and with two other boys behind him
in a rather 'bodyguard' fashion.
That's it?When Sherlock Holmes woke up, he was on the sofa, in his dressing gown. He rubbed his eyes and deduced that he must have fallen asleep in it the night before.That's it?4 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night before
He narrowed his eyes. He had absolutely no recollection of the previous night.
He sat upright on the sofa and ran his hand through his hair.
He looked up and saw John sitting on the windowsill, staring at the passing traffic, with his mobile sat next to him. Sherlock pressed his fingers against his eyelids.
"Can you pass me the coffee?", he said, gesturing lazily to the steaming mug on the table opposite John.
John continued to sit there, and sighed to himself, but ignored his flat mate.
"John." Sherlock tried again. The doctor was never usually this annoyed with him so early on in the morning. "The coffee, please?" Still no response.
A few seconds passed, and then John picked up the coffee, and drank it himself. Sherlock snorted quietly.
"Charming," he said "You're getting better and better at ignoring me
PaF - Perry the Preteen 10Perry knew that he was in English class only because he always had English class on Mondays at that time. He didn't know what he was supposed to be doing, and he didn't remember anything that had happened. At one point he was called on and gave an answer, but even as he said it, he couldn't remember what it had been.PaF - Perry the Preteen 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His cover was blown. Doofenshmirtz knew who he was. He was surprised and gratified that he hadn't told the boys, but it wasn't much of a comfort. He was going to have to report this, then he was going to have to leave. He did not want to leave.
By the end of the class, Perry had come to a desperate decision. He sought Doofenshmirtz out in the halls, grabbed his arm and whispered, "I won't report you if you erase your memory."
Doofenshmirtz stared at him with big, childish eyes, and said "I... I don't understand."
Perry rolled his eyes. He knew he'd spoken understandably. "I am required to report you." he whispered. "If I do, you will be arrested and I will be relocated. Er
PaF - Perry the Preteen 9Doofenshmirtz parked his scooter a block away from the middle school, and took out his latest invention. Getting it to work had been easy. All he'd really had to do was reverse the polarity of one of his older inators. The hard part had been compressing the mechanisms to make it handheld. But he'd done it. Now who was the idiot? Not him.PaF - Perry the Preteen 94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Doofenshmirtz pointed it at himself, glanced at it to make sure it wasn't about to explode in his face again, and pulled the trigger.
Once his vision had cleared, he looked in a mirror and smiled. He looked... Doofenshmirtz screwed up his face in thought. He was horrible at judging ages. He looked... less than fifteen? However old he was, it would now be much easier to check up on Perry the Platypus without coming under investigation by the police or the FBI. And he'd learned a few things since he'd really been that age. Surely now that his stupid brother wasn't around to upstage him, he wasn't forced to wear dresses, he didn't smell of pork, and he di
-ma vie, the ruse: part 2--ma vie, the ruse: part 2-3 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Cecil Terwilliger, formerly of cell block 4, Springfield Penitentiary, was pleased to say he was not insane,
thank you very much. His life was (most of the time) perfectly normal. He had never tried to run for mayor on a
corrupted agenda. He had never married someone just to murder them, and he had never held the city ransom
with a nuclear weapon. No sir! Cecil was just about the nicest, most pleasant guy you'd ever want to meet.
It was his brother that was weird.
The red-haired Terwilliger sibling stooped down at their front door and retrieved the envelopes. As he
shuffled through the mail, he predicted that within them were bills, begs for subscriptions to trivial publications
about theories about a musician's surgically-enhanced nose, which rat-faced boy-band dropout would become the
next bubblegum pop sensation, or who Selma Bouvier was dating this week. His expressive onyx eyes blinked in
-ma vie, the ruse: part 4--ma vie, the ruse: part 4-3 years ago in Humor More Like This
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"Gck... l-let... go of me!"
Bob looked around, then tauntingly said:
"Oh, I don't see anyone else who'd want me to do that..."
The cold, sharp silver started to press into the thin skin on Bart's throat. Now helpless, Bart Simpson closed his
eyes and waited for the inevitable...
Just then, Bart wondered why things still looked so bright even when his eyes were shut tight. Upon opening
them, a car's bright headlights almost blinded him. Huh? he thought. "What the..."
"Police!" Chief Wiggum called out. "Hey, is everything all right out there?"
Chief Wiggum! Bart thought. The fear left his face, and immediately after that, a sadistic smile grew upon it.
He coolly answered Bob's earlier question: "I dunno, that cop over there might have something to say about it."
Bob's heart raced. Caught.
Wiggum shined a flashlight on Bob
A Valentine's MemoryA Valentine's Memory by preety-lady-serenityA Valentine's Memory3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Matt Groening, who recently celebrated his 58th birthday. You gotta love the guy.
Waylon Smithers stopped to his tracks, causing his boss to continue walking and talking on his own. Realizing this, a couple of seconds later, Mr. Burns turned to see him with an annoyed expression. The young man had turned a deep shade of red and remained transfixed to whatever there was in the shop's front window.
Monty Burns coughed in annoyance and let out a "Smithers" of expectation. The younger man was brought back to reality and hurried to his boss' side. The older man eyed the younger man who fixed his ties and smiled sheepishly. Mr. Burns let out a sigh and hurried towards the Mayor's office.
It was later that evening that Mr. Burns d
A Dream Come TrueItaly was dreaming. It was surprisingly comfortable, considering he was sleeping with his head on the table, his arms serving as a pillow. He felt a little bad for dozing off during an Axis meeting, but Ludwig's voice was just so lulling. He unconsciously thanked Japan for not disturbing his nap or alerting Germany, whose back was to them as he wrote on the blackboard and lectured.A Dream Come True5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Feliciano's dream was the kind where the dreamer isn't in the dream directly, he was only watching. He could see himself as a child, wearing his little white maid costume given to him by Austria and Hungary. The boy was humming a Christmas hymn, even though it didn't appear to be anywhere near the winter holiday, as he swept with his little broom a little taller than himself. Look how cute I was Ve~ Hey! I still have my deck broom! That must mean Holy Roman Empire is still here
Not a moment after hi
Smithers and BurnsSmithers and Burns7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: The first of the three requested snippets from my DA meme post.
It was creepy. Smithers knew it was, but that didn't really stop him. He stared at his boss and only took his eyes away when the old man felt the weight of his loyal employee's gaze. Burns scoffed. Smithers had the idea that Burns knew about his crush, but had decided that it was better to ignore it than note it.
Burns had ordered his desk swiveled around so that he could monitor his drones performing menial exercises outside in the parking lot. Burns' whims were cruel (on occasion) and he had desired cheering up, so every single nuclear power plant employee (with the exception of Smithers) were performing sorely needed stretches, push ups, and sit ups. Homer Simpson had fallen, panting, from the first attempt and the supervisor prodded him with a long stick. Burns had opened the windows, so Smithers heard Homer's labored pant and groan, waving the man off weakly.
"Look at them, Smither
Sweden X ReaderSweden X Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
~~ Sorry for my bad grammar and spelling >
PaF - Perry the Preteen 7Perry spent Friday on high alert.PaF - Perry the Preteen 74 years ago in Humor More Like This
By lunch he'd witnessed plenty of name-calling and insults, but no attacks. For some reason the jocks had been throwing little balls of paper at him all day, but he didn't know where that fell on the bullying spectrum. Perry had no idea what Linda had said to the school, but maybe it had worked. Things were tense, but not dangerous.
Perry scanned the cafeteria for trouble, refusing to let his guard down.
"Um, excuse me? Perry?" said Baljeet, behind him.
Perry jumped and whirled around, unable to stop himself from adopting an offensive posture.
Baljeet cringed back.
"Apologies," said Perry, forcing himself to relax. It was strange that he'd been approached by one of the few people who was still uncomfortable around him. He preferred not to make innocent people uncomfortable, though it was a little bit reassuring to know that at least one person remembered that he was a platypus.
Baljeet composed himself and cleared his throat. "It has come to my attenti