The First Last KissThe First Last KissThe First Last Kiss8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All of Petes senses snapped to attention at once like a shock running up his spine and he raked in a ragged gasp. He sat bolt up and looked around, disoriented, as his heart thumped painfully against his ribcage. Quick breathing sounded almost like whimpers in the sparse hotel room. It was like every nerve in his body was twitching with anxiety. After a few more minutes of silence, punctured only by his slowing gasps, Pete closed a hand over his slightly damp face finally recognizing his surroundings. His eyes slid shut and he fell back onto the soft bed relief beginning to flood his system.
Oh thank god he groaned, a small smile forming on his lips despite the residual squeezing his heart was being subjected to. The hotel room, though sparse, was nothing less than plush as he and the other members of the touring band had decided that in this city they would live it up by taking separate lavish rooms. Pete looked over to the clock on his beds
Morning"Seems this is farewell...... Ichigo." Rukia said, a weak smile breaking across her face.Morning5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Seems so." Ichigo replied solemnly. Rukia drew near Ichigo, he leaned in slightly.
"Tell everyone.... I give them my best." Ichigo said as his voice grew shaky.
"Okay....." Rukia whispered. She examined Ichigo's eyes. 'They've grown so weak.' She thought. 'Were they so weak in Hueco Mundo? No.... Could it be his powers? He seemed fine without them. So what is it? Could it be? Does he really....?' Rukia's mind was racing, but she was pulled out of her thoughts by Ichigo's voice.
"Bye, Rukia." Rukia tried to respond, but her lips were frozen. She tried so hard to stifle her own tears, she couldn't move. She paid close attention to Ichigo's eyes, and when she saw the almost imperceptible change, she knew that was it. Rukia couldn't hold back anymore. The tears began to flow, as did the rain once again. Ichigo covered his eyes with his hand.
"Thank you." He said with a forced smile. Rukia,
To Merlin, from ArthurTo Merlin, from ArthurTo Merlin, from Arthur5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Merlin/Arthur one shot.
Warnings: slash m/m pairing
Spoilers: Merlin series 1 and 2.
Merlin was giving Arthur's rooms a thorough clean, glad that spring was nearly here and that winter was nearly over.
Arthur seemed to be anxious for winter to be over too, desperate to be able to have longer training sessions with his knights without a storm or snow shower interfering with their practices.
Today, Arthur had gone out on a hunt, leaving Merlin behind to finish a long list of chores he had failed to complete the day before.
Merlin flung open one of Arthur's grand wardrobes and began rooting through it for any garments that needed repairing or were in dire need of a clean. Soon, he came across the horrible outfit Arthur had made him were to the banquet where Nimueh had tricked Merlin to drink from the poisoned chalice. Merlin picked out the feathered hate with distaste and put it on his head. He turned to look in the mirror. He hated that hat. Arthur of course, s
Half the BattleBilly couldn’t take it any more. His parents were so mean. So he was going to run away. That would teach them a lesson. He stuffed his backpack with clothes, his favorite action figure, and a jar of peanut butter. He would take care of himself and prove to his parents that they shouldn’t treat him like a baby. And then when he finally came home, it would be on his own terms.Half the Battle2 years ago in Humor More Like This
He waited until midnight. When his parents were sound asleep, he opened his bedroom window and climbed down the latticework from the second story.
Billy made it all the way to the corner before a yellow car transformed into Bumblebee. A military helicopter shone a spotlight over him and several G.I. Joes rappelled down around him. Superman swooped down from the sky, landed, and put his hands on his hips. Captain Planet materialized in a rainbow of light. A manhole creaked open and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles came pouring out of the sewer.
All the assembled heroes scrutinized him.
I'll Protect You - OzBertOz heard a knock at his bedroom door but just groaned.I'll Protect You - OzBert5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gilbert came in and shifted his weight uncomfortable
"U-Uhm... Young Master?" Gilbert messed with the small blanket he had in his hands,He was wearing a button down robe that ended at his knees.
"...Yes Gil?" Oz woke up and wiped his eyes
"W-Well you see I had a nightmare..." Gilbert continued to mees with his little blanket.
"Wel there was this cat and at first it looked innocent,but still scary so I just ignored it...THEN IT CHASED ME! A-And so I woke up and I ran over here and once I was at your door I realized miss Kate would be mad I was up I wasn't sure whether to come in here or not... I-I didn't really mean to wake you up..." Gilbert stuttered.
Oz placed his hand on Gil's cheek gently and smiled,"It's alright no big cat will chase you,I'll protect you."
Gilbert blushed but just looked away.
Oz took the blanket and placed it over Gilberts shoulders then pulled Gilbert down using the blanket.
Gilbert fell his
Log - LithuaniaHis hands are trembling.Log - Lithuania4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is used to it by now; they tremble all the time. From the cold, from the hunger, from the grief. There hasn't been a day in months that had passed without his hands shaking like leaves. But his hands are trembling, and it makes it difficult to wrap the dark green threadbare scarf around his neck and jam his hands into his worn gloves.
Lithuania rolls up his sleeping bag slowly, stuffing it into his knapsack. Stiff snow cracks under his heavy boots as he stands, pulling his bag onto his back over his bulky winter coat. His breath fans out around his face like a cloud as he pushes long, greasy hair away from his face so he can study the thick undergrowth of pine trees surrounding him.
He knows he is going the right way; he feels drawn like iron to a magnet to his homeland. But he still has no idea where he is, only that he is in some forgotten forest in the middle of winter and he hasn't eaten in two days because he ran out of canned food.
The forest is much t
Boys of Summer"Pete, come on, you have to pick up sometime. I know your phone's on... Please Peter, just let me explain. I didn't mean for it to happen, I just want t-" And that's where the voice mail cut him off and told him to press 7 for more options.Boys of Summer9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Patrick let out a frustrated sigh, hit 'end', and flipped the phone closed before tossing it to the bed he let himself fall backwards onto. He hated this; this silent treatment. Not returning his phone calls, not answering the door when he went over to his house, not even acknowledging his existence when they were (forced to, in Pete's case) together. Not that Pete had willingly come within 20 feet of him in the past two weeks. He'd fucked up, big time. This, he thought, should be on one of those PSAs about all the terrible things alcohal can lead to. Impaired judgment, horrible auto accidents, drunkenly kissing a stranger while your boyfriend is in the bathroom of a crummy bar...god; he'd done it this time. He knew there was a reason he never drank
Cybernetic Connections PT. 2. (Babyfur)I wake up to Maddie staring at me, wide eyed.Cybernetic Connections PT. 2. (Babyfur)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Nnnngh..... Why are you looking at me like that?”
“W-what h-happened to you?”
I worked my way out of the blanket, then looked at my paw- Wait a minute..... What the heck? Whats with my paws? What are these big stubby things doing here?
“You tell me, I dont know either.” I said, honestly confused.
She picked me up, and carried me into the bathroom. As soon as she picked me up, I knew something wasnt right. My limbs seemed in the wrong positions, and the positions that her arms were at weren't where they were yesterday.
“Look in the mirror.... you seem to look like one of the My Little Pony toys on the shelf in there..... just a different color, and different hairstyle....”
and freak out.
“Oh my GOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!?!” I start shaking, then crying, shocked and scared from how I see myself in the mirror.
She runs into the kitchen, hugging me tight. “Sssh, sss
The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov Twins1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
Johnlock: Tea And An ExperimentJohnlock: Tea And An Experiment3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Entering the shared flat, John shook himself, removing the drops of rain from his coat and hair as if he was a dog, a Tesco's bag in his hand as he made his way into the kitchen, placing the shopping on the table and taking off his still damp coat, slinging it over a chair as he got out the milk, opening the fridge and wrinkling his nose at the random limbs that lay along the food, sighing as he placed the milk inside and shut the door, getting to work on making a cup of tea for himself and his flatmate.
As he walked up the stairs, mugs of tea held tightly in his hands, he heard the distinct melody of the violin, the music flowing from behind the slightly open door of Sherlock's study, making John smile fondly at the soothing sounds.
He pressed his shoulder against the wooden frame, entering with a creak of the floorboards as he stepped gingerly inside, standing still as he watched Sherlock's straight posture, arm moving gracefully as he struck the bow against the strings, playing a fa
Okiku's End....And BeginningThe laughter of young fillies echoed in the small village. It was a humble place. The entire establishment nestled in a valley of snow, surrounded by tall mountains, majestic in their heights. Winter had come once more to the small village, the ponies bustling about in their preparations. Okiku ran about with the other fillies her age, cantering with delight as the proud parents watched. Childhood innocence. As pure as the gentle snowflakes beginning to fall upon the happy scene. If only time could stand still for just a moment and capture that happiness. Sadly, time must move forward in it's inexorable march towards the very end. The children at play paused as quickly as their parents as an unusual tremor was felt under hoof. The questioning silence quickly turned to murmurs of fright. A large group of bandits were rapidly descending upon the village, wildly sounding a cry for battle. The screams of terror echoed as franticly the mothers ran to their homes, grabbing their childern toOkiku's End....And Beginning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maybe Winter isn't so Bad?Gilbert sighed as he watched the snow fall another incredibly snowy day and Oz wanted him to...Maybe Winter isn't so Bad?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"C'mon! Gilbert!!!" He tugged at one of Gils arms,"please?"
Gilbert looked down at the desperate child he was already dressed in his snow clothes.
"Gil!" Oz whined.
The sound of his name on Ozs lips made him blush and he wasn't quite sure why it always did...he chose to ignore it.
Gilbert finally gave in and followed Oz outside,right when he stepped outside he felt a shiver,so cold...
Gil heard a splat as he saw Oz faceplanted into the snow.
"Oz!" Gil sounded alarmed.
"It's perfectly fine Gil!" Oz got up onto his knees,the snow really was deep.
"It's snow so it doesn't hurt!" Oz smiled up at Gil.
Gilbert bent down showing a gentle,yet worried, smile as he reached down to place his hand on Ozs cheek,"But isn't it cold?"
Oz blushed Gil smile was beautiful and kind,"Not anymore,because Gils hand and presence is so warm..." Oz leaned a bit more into the hand.
Gil blushed an
IchiRuki - TearsI couldn't help but stare at himIchiRuki - Tears5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the tears fell down his face.
It only happened once a year
When we visited this place.
His heart was breaking, I felt his pain
As he stared down at the grave.
The memories came flooding back
Of the woman he couldn't save.
I couldn't help but watch a tear
Fall gently down his cheek
I've never seen him look so down,
He's never looked so weak.
I reached my hand up to his face
And wiped the tear away
I softly whispered out his name
As he turned his face my way.
I couldn't help but let a tear
Fall harshly from my eye.
I didn't want to do this.
I didn't want to cry.
So I buried my face into his chest
And held on to him tight
To comfort him, to stop his tears,
To simply say 'it's alright'.
I couldn't help but feel at ease
When his arms secured me close
Because I knew he understood
That this is what he needed the most.
I pulled away to see his face
And so no tears, not one
Only a smile and glowing eyes,
His crying was finally done.
I couldn't help but grin a
100 Things Anime Taught Me100 things I learned in anime.100 Things Anime Taught Me6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. Any color ever imagined is a natural hair color.
2. No matter where you are hit or how minor the injury you will bleed out of your mouth.
3. All living things(and some non-living things) contain 50 gallons of blood and every single bit will pour out or shoot out geiser style if you get injured.
4. Nver trust the bald guy. Even if he isn't pure evil, he'll have a major case of ass-holeishness.
5. Nobody's hair is subject to the laws of gravity.
6. It's not really a dog, it's never really a dog.
7. The old guy is the most perverted person ever. Or the most powerful. Or both.
8. Not showing your whole face doubles or triples your power.
9. Other worlds are found in incredibly random places.
10. He's your father.
11. If it talks to you, you're crazy.
12. If it talks to everyone but you, you're crazy.
13. Your eyes must be 3x the size of your nose.
14. You don't necessarily need a nose.
15. Being friends with the main character will automatically cause frea
I Want...I Want....I Want...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'I have to stay calm,' Ichigo thought
'I cannot let this .. this... FREAK.. get to me.. I have to stay calm...'
He swung his sword and sliced Aizen across the chest, making the man stagger back
'I have to stay calm so I can stay alive...'
He dodged an oncoming attack
'I have to stay alive.... so I can see Rukia again...'
He smirked ever so slightly
'I have to see Rukia... I have to see my girl...'
He ran forward
'I want to tease her about me getting taller...'
He shouted in a battle cry and swung his sword again
'I want to pinch her cheek because she's pouting and irritated that I'm a grown up now...'
His sword made contact with Aizen's
'I want to kiss her and make her forget that she's mad at me..'
His sword started to slwoly slice through Butterfly-Man's as if it were nothing but butter
'I want to kiss her better.... make all her wounds better... make her stop hurting...'
Aizen jumped back
Le BouletDans notre chère société cébéienne (du mot cébé, ChatBox NDLR), un membre à la réflexion très honorable nous a permis de faire une réflexion profonde sur le boulet. En effet, dans ce temps où le monde est assez fou, le boulet se démocratise et peuple les endroits même les plus conviviaux. Nous allons donc observer les différentes caractéristiques du boulet et en observer les conséquences sur la société.Le Boulet5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tout d'abord, le boulet est reconnaissable par son orthographe : il écrit en langage texto, couramment utilisé sur les portables et utilise des expressions telles que « lol », « mdr » ou encore « ptdr ». Il s'est donc vu attribué le surnom de « kikoolol » par le peuple populaire. [oui oui, ça se dit !].
Prenons donc un exemple, d'un boulet qui souhaite rester anonyme mais qui a quand même accepté gentiment de témoigner
Sterek - Sweet Fang - part 4Not only was the chain link fence super high, there was barbed wire strung along the top like freaking Christmas lights! WHY WAS THERE BARBED WIRE ON A STRIP MALL FENCE?? Was there a prison around here Stiles didn't know about? Sure, the gun store was just a couple shops down from them and Beacon Hills wasn't short on the occasional shoplifter, but was this really necessary?Sterek - Sweet Fang - part 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
There was a little more light in this alley way from the overhead street lamps, so as soon as that big hairy face came lurking from around the corner, Stiles could see every harrowing detail. The sticky patches in its fur shone red against the light's reflection, which confirmed the whole blood or mud issue. Great, so this wasn't the first time Mr. Big Bad Wolf had gone moonlighting as a murderous lunatic.
Stiles had no more time to think as the werewolf closed in on him. Was this it? The end of his short, somewhat sweet life? This was almost worse than the time he got thrashed by that rotten old prune Allison call
GraceHe led on his bed, eyes shut, the dim light creeping through his eyelids. The purple walls were soft with peace as he listened to Jeff Buckley's Grace.Grace3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The nearby lampshade lit the one white wall which reflected around the room like a spectrum cast over the soft purple walls, darkened by shadows.
He thought of how his death would affect the world if he were to choke on chewing gum right then. If he'd been found listening to a tragic masterpiece with dead ears. But then he worried, he was no one. None of this would affect the world around him, so he stopped the thought as soon as he could and returned his attention to the melodic guitar riff of Last Goodbye.
At that his lungs tightened and his stomach contracted as he sprang forth, clenching at his chest in hope for the pain to cease. With a cough the pain began to fade. Legs hanging over the bedside he found himself bent double clutching the space below his rib cage, applying some pressure as to squeeze the pain out.
As his plan slowly
KidKid:Kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I enter the classroom and look around
I sit at my desk and stare at the floor
Nobody here ever tries to talk to me
and I can't really talk to them
I usually wait for class to begin
But ten minutes can feel like an eternity
I wish I could pop in my earphones
But they cut them in half yesterday...
Sometimes I hear them talking about me
But the words are always the same
They say it so much that I start to believe;
That I'm really what they say I am
Ugly, fat, stupid, beast;
These are the lightest words that they use
I wonder why they have to do it to me
But I don't know what it's like to be normal
Lunchtime is usually not so bad
I try to keep to myself wherever I can
It didn't work so well today though
Because they noticed me sitting in the corner
The biggest one in the group decides to approach me
His words sound like he's speaking in tongues
My heart seizes up and I'm too scared to react
So he ends up pouring milk over my head