Futurama:: Fry to LeelaYou're beautiful,Futurama:: Fry to Leela5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You're kind and compassionate,
You always do everything right,
Maybe you don't know this,
But I do.
I love how you always,
Reject me when I tell you 'I love you',
Because that gives me another chance tomorrow,
To tell you 'I love you' again.
I love your long and violet hair,
And the way you smile,
I love your bossiness,
And the way you lead people,
Your boots are great on you,
Or did I already say that yesterday?
Why do I love you?
Because I just do,
Until you say 'I do too',
I'm never going to give up.
Say I'm clingy and desperate,
But that's just my style.
I love how your words always make my day,
I love the way you look at me,
Even out of hatred,
I don't want you to turn around,
Please just put that eye on only me,
Forever and ever.
I'll always rush to protect you,
Because I know deep down,
You need someone,
And I want to be that person.
Do you find me a burden?
Do you want me to stop?
I would but I can't,
I already fell deep and far,
And I don't
Future Mama Baby Drama Chapter 1"Future Mama Baby Drama" - Follow up to "Robot Hell's Angel"Future Mama Baby Drama Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author's Note: Hey guys, it's me again! So I finished my Futurama My Immortal parody and decided to write a sequel to my serious Futurama fanfiction "Robot Hell's Angel" just because. I hope you guys like it, I've been working on it for a while but haven't had a chance to post it until now. Please tell me what you think c:
"I'm so glad you didn't die, I need you to stay alive and help me raise our baby." Said Leela. She rubbed her tummy for emphasis, a smile crossing her face. Fry seemed confused.
"Leela, you can stop lying about being pregnant now. The Robot Devil freed you a while ago." He advised. The cyclops' smile faded. She grew frustrated. How could he think that!?
"What!? Fry, this isn't a lie at all! I really am pregnant! See, feel this! You can feel our baby kick!" She retorted furiously, grabbing Fry's hand and pressing it firmly against her belly. At first, the delivery boy felt nothing abnormal. All he could feel
Bump in the night - Part 1Bump in the night - Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
FUTURAMA: BUMP IN THE NIGHT
CAPTION: [in alienese] NERDLINGERS UNITE!
An eerie light was set upon the street of New New York; Halloween drew near. Priests filled the streets shouting something about repentance, or maybe it was re-pent ants. Sales in garlic and wooden stakes increased as well as sabotage to ladders and inside umbrellas. But people still flocked to get pumpkins, real, plastic and illegally produced. Excitement built in the average family, the prospect of sweet gifts and a chance to pull a prank without worry of any dangerous holiday mascots such as Robot Santa Claus or the Zombie Easter Bunny.
Though no one could have been as exited as Professor Farnsworth; he had been growing pumpkins with a growth enhancement and was about to make a breakthrough in pumpkin technology. What disappointed him though, was the fact that nobody cared.
Im sick of pumpkins! Fry whined to the professor. Cant you use something like peaches or hamsters or suga
A Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Marge: Homie, can you go down with the kids to buy a Christmas tree? I have to do the Christmas shopping. (Christmas the year before had been not much short of a failure due to the fact that Homer forgot to do the Christmas shopping)
Homer: Do I HAVE to??? *Homer moaned*
Marge: It's Christmas tomorrow, and I don't want this family to have another 'crisis'. *Marge glanced sternly at Homer*
Lisa: Can we Dad?
Bart: Yeah, c'mon Homer!
Homer: But I wanna watch the game!
Marge: Homie, please? *Marge waited for Homer's response*
Bart: Nevermind Mom. Just let the fatso watch his gam-
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE! *Homer strangled Bart*
Bart: ACK!! URRK! GACK!!!
Marge: HOMER! You're going to get that tree and no more television for the rest of the day!!!
Lisa: Thanks Mom.
Bart: Come on big boy! *Bart laughed at Homer*
Homer: Watch it, boy! *Homer opened the front door and walked outside*
Lisa: Can I pick which tree we get, Dad?
Bart: NO! Mom
A Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 1)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 1)4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Homer: Everyone ready? *Homer stopped singing*
Lisa: Yes, Dad! *Lisa looked at Bart as if to say, 'You better say yes!'*
Homer: OK then! Off we go! WOOHOO!!!
Bart: I thought you didn't want to come!
Homer: That's in the past, boy! Just like "The Ghost of Christmas Future"!
Lisa: Dad, don't you mean "Past"?
Homer: Past what?
Lisa: The Ghos- Oh never mind! Can we go now!
Homer: Go where?
Lisa: Urgh! To get the Christmas tree!!!
Homer: Oh right! *Homer laughed*
Homer: Why Won't You Work *Homer tried to start the car*
Homer: COME ON! *Homer banged his fist against the steering wheel*
Homer: If this is another one of your pran- *Homer's car started*
Bart: I didn't do nothin'! *Bart grinned a big cheesy grin at Homer*
Homer: Let's see what's on. *Homer switched on the radio*
KBBL: 102.5 FM, KBBL here, making your day average. First up is a once in a lifetime opportunity to win a lifetime s
Tightly in my FistI clasp tightly to my necklace of forgotten dreams.Tightly in my Fist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its a large tacky thing
With every color imaginable.
Each charm is a dream
That have faded as time passes
But I still hold on
I tightly clasp onto the necklace of forgotten dreams that is tangled in the beads of despairing means and laying on the road of hopes that won't be while leading into the trees of misplaced feelings that reach to a sky of beams of plight that come from a sun of broken things that live in my heart.
But I still hold on
Bleach: Princess to Prince ch5Chapter 5,More Secrets?Bleach: Princess to Prince ch56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was now morning at the Kurosaki manor. But it was a special morning to wake up to,it was the morning after Ichigo submitted his love to Rukia. Rukia sighed as she woke up from her sleep. She looked at Ichigo,and sighed again. 'What happens if I get pregnant with Ichigo's child? Since he's the one I'm not supposed to marry. Oh Ichigo...' thought Rukia. She was really worried about this. "What's wrong with you Rukia? Worried about our relationship?" said Ichigo as he woke up. "Ichigo...Yeah I am worried about it." confessed Rukia. "Mostly about me getting pregnant with your child." "Rukia,you don't have to worry about that. No matter what happens,I will protect you and always love you. Especially that." "Oh Ichigo,I love you." said Rukia leaning on her lover's shoulder. "I love you too Rukia." said Ichigo,cuddling with Rukia's naked body. "Shouldn't we get dress?" asked Rukia. "Um...yeah we should." answered Ichigo. So they quickly changed into their clothes,an
CriminalCriminal4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ouran Academy of all boys, a perfect school to teach boy how to be gentlemen; but apparently that saying didn't apply to one boy.
A boy with huge massive body of a football player, eyes of the molten liquid emerald swimming with coldness and hate, hair dark as ebony that gleamed in the moonlight giving it a dark blue affect, his hair reached down and caressed his strong jaw.
Derek Souza gazed out beyond the gates with a cigarette clenched between his teeth. The green eyes wondering what's really out there in the world, he had only seen pictures of the real world.
Derek had been in this school since he could remember so he always wondering what going out there. Was it really as awesome as the teachers said or as scary as the school head master said? He sighed and leaned against the tree and tucked his hands in his pockets.
He was in his casual uniform which was black slacks, white dress up shirt with crescent of an owl and a snake in his claws. On the bottom is said Ouran Academy in bea
Don't Go Breaking my heart (Darthraner)Don't Go Breaking My HeartDon't Go Breaking my heart (Darthraner)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Sung by Homer and Marge Simpson and Peter Griffin and Lois Griffin)
Homer Simpson: Don't go breaking my heart
Marge Simpson: I couldn't if I tried
Homer Simpson: Oh honey if I get restless
Marge Simpson: Baby you're not that kind
Peter Griffin: Don't go breaking my heart
Lois Griffin: You take the weight off of me
Peter Griffin: Oh honey when you knock on my door
Lois Griffin: Oo I gave you my key
Both: Woo Hoo Nobody knows it
Homer Simpson: When I was down
Marge Simpson: I was your clown
Both:Woo Hoo Nobody knows it
Nobody knows it
Peter Griffin: Right from the start
Lois Griffin: I Gave you my heart
Oohh I Gave you my heart
Homer Simpson: So don't go breaking my heart
Marge Simpson: I won't go breaking your heart
Both: Don't go breaking my heart
Peter Griffin: Nobody told us
Lois Griffin: Cause nobody showed us
Peter Griffin: Now it's up to us baby
Lois Griffin: Oohh I think we can make it
Homer Simpson: So don't misunderstand me
Marge Simpson: You put the
Worn GermanyxReaderWorn GermanyxReaderWorn GermanyxReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I’m tired I’m worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes
To keep on breathing
Germany inhaled sharply as you wrapped a bandage around his freshest wound from battle.
“You should be more careful,” You chastised. “Don’t take unnecessary risks, especially for a cause you don’t believe in.” Germany rose to his feet shakily.
“I am careful.” You sighed.
“You say that every time and yet you always end up like this.” You waved a hand to encompass all of Germany’s wrapped wounds. “Away with you now, before my brother returns. According to him, you’re the enemy now.” Germany nodded and, quiet as a specter, ghosted out the nearest door into the night.
I’ve made mistakes
I’ve let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world
America stumbled into his house sporting a black eye and one arm in a sling courtesy of Japan.
Writer's Blockempty page againWriter's Block1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
blotched ink --
draw myself into battle
sunday morning girlI'd rather be the girlsunday morning girl1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking you up
on a Sunday morning,
than keeping you up
on a Saturday night
I am notI’m not your little boy.I am not3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re not my little girl.
I’m just someone you met,
And wants to change the world
I’m not the prince in your dreams
I don’t have smarts or might
I’m just the one that screams
And cries to sleep at night
I’m not who you want me to be.
I will never be what you are.
I’m myself, I am free.
I’m not ashamed of my scars
I’m not that weak
You’re not that strong
You still have company
But I’m still alone
So I speak
Though this poem.
It’s not a pretty love song
I’m just saying what pains me, explaining what’s going on.
Because I am not perfect,
I’m not retarded,
I’m just like you,
There is always a reason to be
And I won’t regret
I’m always happy to be me.
Afraid (Chubby!Reader x Big Brother!Trio)(Name) sniffled as she dragged the blade across her arm again, salty tears mixing with her blood as it dripping down into the sink below. Her phone rang with another call but she ignored it. Probably another person ready to call her a fat piece of shit.. tears came coursing once more and she made another cut. In all honesty (Name) wasn’t even fat, she was just chubby. But that didn’t stop the hurtful words and jokes. So she just decided to finally end all of the months of abuse.Afraid (Chubby!Reader x Big Brother!Trio)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before she could make the cut that would end her life the bathroom door flew open and three sets of hands grabbed at her. One took the knife from her hand, another hugging her close to someone significantly taller than herself. The last started to clean her wounds, gently caressing her scarred arms. (Name) could only cry and watch her best friends fix her up, then carry her to the living room.
Arthur made some tea while Lovino and Gilbert cuddled her between themselves, murmuring loving words into h
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
Warm nights ( 2p!Canada x reader)Warm nights ( 2p!Canada x reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You watched the rain fall from the grey sky making it impossible to look outside, you sat on the black couch cuddling into a warm blanket, while waiting for your Canadian lover to come home from his usually round in the forest. The orange and reds nuances from the fire reflected on your face making your soft features seem unnatural. Your bright eyes watched as the flames dances and heated your skin, making you smile.
The radio played in the background creating a soothing atmosphere, as countless of love songs drifted through your ears. The smell of maple syrup, wood and a slight touch of your favorite perfume tickled your nose. The fragrance made you sigh in happiness, but also made you miss the violent Canadian even more.
The door slammed open with a loud bang and you peered over the couch to see your soaked boyfriend stand in the entrée with a pissed look on his face, a just as wet Kuma sat by the stairs with hair hanging around his face. You hurriedly got up from your comfy c
Guardian AngelGuardian AngelGuardian Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be your guardian angel
I will protect you for a million times
I will ease your pain
And guide you in the right direction
I will not let others hurt you
Your world will always be happy and peaceful
You will develop and prosper
You will watch over our children
And they will make you proud
I will save you from the horrors of this world
It is always good to feel safe
You will grow wise and graceful
You will achieve all your goals in life
I am sorry that I am not there with you
But I will always look down on you
I am your guardian angel
I was your first and only love who died in a car accident
We will always be linked together
A bond that death could not break
We will share our souls for eternity
Whenever you need help or support call on me
And I will be there to guide you
I will whisper to you in your dreams
Sleep peacefully my love
(Inspired by the song Guardian Angel by The Frozen Autumn)
Jump Then FallJump Then Fall2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey Matthew," you smiled towards your web cam as the call went through. The familiar face of your blonde Canadian friend soon appeared.
"Hello," he responded with a small smile.
"So what's up? I just got your message," you stated as you adjusted your laptop screen.
"I was wondering if you'd go to the Canada Day Festival with me?" he asked quietly.
"Isn't that the same day as your birthday?" you questioned, to which he nodded.
"Of course I will. You're my best friend. I'd love to celebrate Canadia day with you," you joked, and made reference to your American friend Alfred. He would always mispronounce Canada, and instead say Canadia. Matthew laughed in response, and you couldn't help but smile.
His laugh is the best sound, you thought.
"I have to go. Francis said he was going to help me with my French homework. So, I'll call you later," he told you. "Bye."
"Bye Mattie," you responded as you closed the lid of your laptop.
You had been chatting away with one of your good friends b
I am Me. Who are You?I am thirteen years old.I am Me. Who are You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not typical.
I am not average.
I am me.
I have been in two mental facilities.
Both times for thoughts of suicide.
I am not emo.
I am not a freak.
I am me.
My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.
My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.
But, I am not a victim.
I am not tortured.
I am me.
My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.
He was hospitalized for nine days.
He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.
I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
But I am not a disorder.
I am not my difficulties.
I am not my troubles.
I am me.
BalanceYou can't have reality without the dreams,Balance1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
fairytales without monsters
or life without tragedy.