Future Mama Baby Drama Chapter 1"Future Mama Baby Drama" - Follow up to "Robot Hell's Angel"Future Mama Baby Drama Chapter 12 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
Dangers Of Deliveries Part 1The Planet Express crew sat casually in the lounge watching the news, awaiting their next delivery. Leela was always ready for their missions right away, with her keys kept in her pocket and her wrist device ready to take directional orders. Fry and Bender on the other hand were more than happy to wait if they had to; after all, a new episode of All My Circuits was going to be on. Professor Farnsworth slowly shuffled his way into the room. Upon hearing the doors slide open, Leela sat up attentively, while Bender and Fry sank deeper into the sofa, as if already being bored with whatever they would have to do...Dangers Of Deliveries Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And sure enough, the Professor smiled at the three, and spouted with an eager voice, "Good news, everyone!" Oh, how they've all heard that before.... and seldom was it ever anything that could be defined as good. The Professor continued, "We've got another delivery to make! You'll be in charge of delivering these bricks of antibiotics to the wounded Crocodilious soldiers o
Bump in the night - Part 1Bump in the night - Part 16 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 (chapter 2)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (chapter 2)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Bart: I'm okay!
Homer: No! I'm not ok! *Homer sobbed*
Lisa: What is it, Dad!?!
Homer: I'll never get the lifetime supply of bottled water!!!!
Lisa: Ok, at least we're all ok
Homer: I didn't hear the address I was supposed to send my details to! Why is life so cruel! *Homer wailed loudly*
Bart: We're never gonna get the stupid tree!
Seymour: Good Lord! Is everyone ok?! *Seymour leaped out of his car to aid the Simpsons* (Seymour had been driving past when Homer crashed. Seymour had been out doing errands for Agnes)
Bart: Could it get any worse?
Lisa: Yes, Principal Skinner. Everyone is fine.
Seymour: Let me at least give you a ride home.
Lisa: We weren't going home, we were going to get a Christmas tree. I guess we'll have to walk there now.
Homer: Walk!?! *Homer and Bart groaned*
Seymour: I'm on my way to buy a Christmas tree for Mother. Want to come along?
Lisa: Thank you for the kind offer but we coul-
A Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)A Simpsons' ChristmasA Simpsons' Christmas (prologue)3 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)2 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 Fist2 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
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)7 months 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
CriminalCriminal3 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
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.1 year 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,
More Than Just a Joke (a 2p!Canada story)More Than Just a Joke (a 2p!Canada story)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Hey [Name], I’m really not that great with this kind of stuff, but a friend of mine told me I should…confess to you or something. Just meet me in the gym at 3:15. Don’t be late.
From your secret admirer.
You chuckled, crumpled up the note and threw it in the garbage next to your locker. What did this guy think you were, an idiot? You thought the “fake confession to the fat girl” prank lost any sort of popularity in middle school but apparently not.
“Hey, what did that note say?”
Your friend Bella looked curiously in the garbage can where you threw the small piece of paper.
You rolled your eyes, “Nothing important. I think it was for a different person anyway. Let’s get to class.”
You walked off as Bella stayed behind to think.
She quickly grabbed the note that was on top of a pile of other discarded papers and ran to follow you.
You cheerfully bounced into the classroom like you usually did.
“Good morning Matthew!
Worn GermanyxReaderWorn GermanyxReaderWorn GermanyxReader1 year 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.
PrussiaXReader: Christmas Memories“Gilbert! Wake up!”PrussiaXReader: Christmas Memories10 months ago in Drama More Like This
Prussia jerked awake, a shout of surprise escaping him when something landed on his face. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely startled him. He sat up. “What the—“
“Get up! Get up get up get up!” Someone jumped onto the bed next to him. “Put your clothes on! Eat breakfast! Come outside! It’s snowing! And why do you have a stuffed panda?”
“Oh…it’s you, __________,” he mumbled, still half asleep. He put his fingers on his temples, trying to comprehend her hyper behavior. Prussia wasn’t a morning person at all, and she’d never woke him up before. Then her words clicked in his head, and he looked up at her with surprise. “Wait, it’s snowing?”
“Yes!” she cheered. She pulled off his bed sheets and tugged on his arm. “Come on, we have to g
Don't Go Breaking my heart (Darthraner)Don't Go Breaking My HeartDon't Go Breaking my heart (Darthraner)9 months 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
I am notI’m not your little boy.I am not1 year 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.
Warm nights ( 2p!Canada x reader)Warm nights ( 2p!Canada x reader)7 months 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 Angel2 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)
Germany x Reader: S.O.S. (Sequel)His heart stopped. Completely. His lovely girlfriend was on the couch, sobbing, crying.Germany x Reader: S.O.S. (Sequel)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He couldn't move and looked at her in shock. Her normally soft (h/c) hair was matted and stump, hanging around her head loosely, messily. Her beautiful (e/c) eyes were closed and never ending streams of tears ran down her pale cheeks.
When had she become so broken?
And then realization came and he nearly choked. She looked like that, felt so broken, so down, so utterly sad because of him.
He screamed at his legs to move, willing his body to take the few steps towards her and envelop her in his arms. When had he last hugged her? When did he feel her touch for the last time? A kiss, holding hands... the last time was far too long ago.
His heart resumed pounding erratically. He had worked and worked and worked and even in his sleep, even in their shared bed never touched her, never given her his attention. He had worked so hard for their future. But while planning and working towards the future he had
Drawing DeadDrawing DeadDrawing Dead9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A term used in poker to describe when a player will always lose, no matter their hand or what card may be dealt next.
The call had come through that morning, early and unexpected.
Mr. Grayson, we have a job for you, the familiar monotone of the caller was clear cut and straight to the point. We need you to deal with a little problem of ours.
One internal flight and five hours later he was two blocks away from the problem.
The burnished sun of his desert home was far behind him, two thousand miles away to the southwest, and he was in a city where everything seemed shadowed, dark and bland.
The sky was heavy, laden with clouds that were nonchalantly sending down a fine drizzle of rain onto the streets of the dull city and the wave after wave of umbrellas lining the sidewalks. Darkness lingered; night was refusing to depart and give way to
I am Me. Who are You?I am thirteen years old.I am Me. Who are You?2 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.
Una mattinaAnd once again this morningUna mattina1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have succumbed to sadness
For much too long been blinded
By hopes of the divine.
And on this cruel morning
I see, despite your kindness,
That I was always yours,
but you were never mine.
Germany x Reader: Lullaby (Songfic!)Germany x Reader: Lullaby (Songfic!)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her sleep-deprived form sat on the windowsill at the open window. Reddened, puffed (e/c) eyes stared into the cloudless night-sky. Dried tears speckled her cheeks and a few strands of (h/c) hair had escaped the messy ponytail. A sniff escaped her and she tried not to think about it. But nothing helped. At least she wasn't crying anymore, the tears had run out just an hour ago.
She hadn't noticed her phone ringing, neither the mobile nor the home phone. She was so deep into her own depressing thoughts, that she didn't even hear the front door opening and closing and then the steps coming towards her room, though those steps were heavy and the army boots thumped on the floor.
The door to her room opened wider and a person stepped in.
Well, I know the feeling
Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
And there ain't no healing
From cutting yourself with the jagged edge
I'm telling you that, it's never that bad
Take it from someone who's been where you're at
Laid out on the floor
Attack on Titan | Levi x reader: Bffs and BruisesYou were heading back from a mission outside the walls. You were badly injured, just like everyone else. Well, almost everyone. Commander Erwin and Corporal Levi were uninjured as usual.You saw many people staring at you, despising both you and the Survey Corps. No one really believed in you anymore. Then, you saw a boy who looked happy to see you and a girl who just stared at you distantly.Attack on Titan | Levi x reader: Bffs and Bruises6 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey, look! The heroes are back!" The boy said. "No matter how much they fail, they just keep on trying!"
The last part seemed to get to you. 'Do they think we always fail?' You thought. You saw the two kids smile at you. You noticed how happy they felt when you noticed them. You smiled back at them. It was good to know that at least some people had hope left.
It was nighttime and you were staring out the window. You started thinking about Petra. You always loved looking at the stars with her. She was your best friend. You really missed her and started to tear up. You turned around afte