Turkey X Reader Long Past DaysTurkey X Reader Long Past Days2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sadiq turned; a bemused frown on his face. He hadn’t heard that name in a long time. He saw you, standing in the doorway to your living room, and he stared up at you from the broad mahogany table, where he had been drawing something; a regular thing to do at your house but never at his.
“Yeah?” he asked. He scratched the back of his head; his hood was off indoors and his chocolate brown hair stuck up a bit.
“You were once that.” You said, and you walked over to one of the chairs at the table, sitting at the corner across from him and staring at him intently, cupping your cheeks in your hands. Your eyes were big with curiosity, and it made him feel the tiniest bit uncomfortable.
“Uh-huh?” he asked nervously. “Do you have a history report or something?”
“It’s cool.” You said, still staring at him. He blinked, placing down his pencil with a click.
Asperger'slike my own universeAsperger's5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
jokes only I understand
handwriting that's illegible
to everyone but me
I want to approach you
but I can't figure out
I'm also as mature
as the rest of you
I just don't want
to be alone
you all think I'm stupid
but I'm a genius
I just can't prove it
my sweet tomato. | romanoa/n: usage of an OC, moderate cursing.my sweet tomato. | romano4 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Stupido German Potato Bastardo! Stupido fratello. ACHOO!"
Lovino Romano Vargas, the great Southern Italy was sick. In Bed. With a cold. Grabbing his last tissue from the Kleenex box, he gave a big blow, crumpled up the dirty tissue, and tossed it into the small metal garbage can sitting next his bed. Lovino groaned and lay back in bed, pulling the covers up over his face. More muffled groans and curses were heard as the front door to his home creaked open.
"Lovino?~" A feminine voice sang throughout the dark house.
"F*cking stupido cold-- ACHOO! Ugghh!!"
The young woman smiled and made her way to the master bedroom, light footsteps drawing closer and closer to the muffled yells. "Lovino? It's me, Elena... I'm coming in."
"No, Elena! Don't come in here, or else you'll get sick too!" Lovino protested as the door opened. The Italian ducked under the covers, believing that if he hid underneath his blank
DJames - MATH PROBLEMSDJ and James were both sleep deprived, hungry, and late for class. The blond arrived just a few seconds before the dark haired boy, both quickly taking their seats and sighing tiredly. The teacher looked over the class, before giving each one a sheet of paper, full of numbers.DJames - MATH PROBLEMS4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You all have these twenty questions to answer. Since most of you are tired, and I have important issues to see for, you may solve those in group and leave as soon as the whole sheet is finished." With that, she gathered her things and left the room, leaving all eight students to discuss the endless numbers squished into complex questions onto a single piece of paper. In the middle of class, DJ stood and left, leaving all others confused.
James was the one who least understood, or the one who cared the most. The other six went back to discussing the math, while he just stared at the door, trying to find some reasonable explanation for DJ having left that way. A few minutes later, he was brought back from his thou
Live Long and Prosper (AmericaxReader)It had come to that scene in The Wrath of Khan.Live Long and Prosper (AmericaxReader)4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The scene where he dies.
I sat on the living room couch, my eyes glued to the screen. I watched, silent, as he put his hand on the glass, his middle and ring fingers separate. And he spoke the now famous words in a raspy, dying croak that was choked by radiation:
"Live long and prosper."
A sudden warm drop landed on the back of my hand. Startled, my eyes detached from the television and slowly moved, looking for the source of the drop.
My boyfriend Alfred was crying.
Thick, sparkling tears were cascading down his face, silent as a butterfly's wingbeat. Not even a sob was uttered from him as he watched him die, slumping against the thick glass wall. But the look in his glazed eyes said that on the inside, he was screaming.
Such a sight made my heart crack. I gently whispered, "Alfie? Babe?"
Mind-Broker. Ch1"Wanna whole lotta love?" Robert sang aloud, making the last word larger and louder.Mind-Broker. Ch110 months ago in Romance More Like This
Then, he started to moan at Jimmy's guitar. He was having intercourse with the guitar, Page always thought. For The first time in all of the years that had passed by, he stopped listening to the distorsioned sound, and paid attention to the lusting moans that Plant was making. He felt something funny on his chest, and a warm feeling in her pants. Quickly, he covered that shaming moment with his Gibson.
What was happening to him? Jimmy Page asked himself every time he remembered that uncomfortable moment. Laid On The bed of that big hotel in Seattle, he could not close his eyes without imagining Robert jumping On his...oh my... he felt his private part getting hard. Again. His face turned red.
Next to his room, the loudest party was just getting started. Jimmy could hear the small crowd yelling and singing "happy birthday" to Bonzo. He wanted to be there; in fact, he wanted to b
DJames - THE ANCIENT MARINER"I fear thee, ancient Mariner!DJames - THE ANCIENT MARINER4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I fear thy skinny hand!
And thou art long, and lank-"
"James, what the fuck are you doing?" DJ blinked, walking into the room to see the blond reciting ancient poetry with a book that looked like it was bought in the 1800s. James was also using some weird, deeper voice to recite it, and doing weird facial expression as he spoke.
"- and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand.
I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
And thy skinny hand so brown."
James finished that part, coughing softly to get his voice back to normal, before smiling. "Yes?"
"It's the Rime Of The Ancient Mariner, part four, from S. T. Coleridge. It's from 1797 or something. This edition of the book was published about 1834."
"I heard that name before of the poem. Isn't it an Iron Maiden song or something?" DJ blinked again, sitting on the couch beside James, being very, very close and invading his personal space completely. He leaned his head in front of James' own, alm
After A Second ChanceSo...last night, instead of sleeping, I came up with five ideas for 'After ASC', as I'm calling it.After A Second Chance1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
C'mon, we all know ASC is close to the end. Maybe about....six or seven chapters left. That is not a specific number. Just a guestimate.
Anyway Mini Gn'R's adventures will continue after ASC. After all, all children grow up eventually don't they? So, in five separate stories, the tales of Mini GNR growing up with the "fall of Guns N Roses" will be told. Who knows what will happen to the five boys of cute mischief.
I've already decided names on the separate stories. I'll only reveal the titles though and who will be the star. Nothing else. No plots or anything. You will have to wait.
(Note: This is not in order on how the stories will debut)
Guns N Roses: A Second Chance "Sequels":
Baby Rann: Starring Izzy Stradlin.
Prostitute: Starring W. Axl Rose.
Wasted Heart: Starring Duff Mckagan.
Alive: Starring Steven Adler
And last but certainly not least:
Bittersweet [Teacher!Austria x Student!Reader]Bittersweet [Teacher!Austria x Student!Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Why? Why did something like this have to happen…especially now? You weren’t looking forward to giving the message…not at all.
Your teacher’s house was still the same- tidy, polished, and mysterious; much like the man himself was. The feeling of peaceful serenity always made it a homely haven for you as you sighed softly, wishing yourself to be mature about this situation…and hoping all would go well.
“G-Good afternoon Mr. Edelstein!” you immediately bowed slightly, already feeling the nervousness swirling around the pit of your stomach.
He looks over at you and gives a small “Good afternoon” back. You swallow, and set your piano notes without another word onto the upright stand in front of you.
The duet started soon after you took your seat and you were to lead. Focus…you told yourself, trying not to think about the issue at hand. But whenever your mind
Mind-Broker Ch2The next day, the whole place was practically burned down. No more television on the top floor. That floor smelled like ten tons of alcohol put up together. And there was a smell. Some people did not imagine what it could be. Some others said it was the smell of sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. But the few people that were used to spend every jamming night with the group knew what that smell was: The smell of Led Zeppelin.Mind-Broker Ch29 months ago in Romance More Like This
John Bonham found himself sleeping on something really uncomfortable, but nice and warm at the same time. That had happened, twice. It sure was a chick. He put his hand onto that person's pants and took a deep breathe.
"Mhmm... that's the spot" someone groaned.
A man’s voice.
Bonzo turned on his side and found Jonesy under him. Well, it was Jonesy's room, so he was above him.
The screams that went out of that room woke Robert up. His head was slamming his mood. Something did not exactly feel ok.
When he moved his arm, he heard chains sounding nearby. His wrist was b
Camping"Stan! Get your ass out here, we're going to be late!"Camping5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle waited impatiently in Stan's doorway as his best friend got himself ready. Said Jewish boy heard his mom honking outside, which only made him even more eager to get going. His mom could be so god-damned annoying sometimes.
"Just my ass?" Stan smirked back, appearing at the bottom of the staircase. The raven was carrying a suitcase in one hand, a backpack slung over his shoulder, and a pair of black and white converse.
"Shut up smart ass." Kyle joked back, rolling his eyes and holding out a hand to help with his friends bags. "I'll take these to mom's car, get your shoes on already. I cant believe you just woke up!"
"Yeah, yeah." Stan waved, as if he was shoeing Kyle away. He handed his bags over to his friend, knowing that insisting he do it would only result in Kyle insisting right back that he do it. "Thanks dude."
Kyle always won their arguments, so Stan just figured he would give up before they even started.
Ouran Host Club OC TemplateOuran High School Host Club OC ProfileOuran Host Club OC Template6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Middle Name: (if their not Japanese, cause the Japanese dont use middle names)
Talents & Goals
Family, Friends, & Acquaintances
Do You Go To Ouran High School?:
If Not, Which School Do You Go To?:
Are You Part Of A Club?:
If So, What Club?
Have You Heard Of The Host Club?:
If So, What Is Your View About It?:
Are You In The Host Club?
Burning of the InnocentI guess I didnt know that one little truth could ruin my life. Could end my life.Burning of the Innocent5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I honestly didn't know that by telling him, I could die. At home, Mother told me it was all a rumor. But I guess that's the curse of living in a small town: Nobody notices if you lie.
I was never told using magick was bad, so of course, I had asked the boy to celebrate with me Samhain.
"What is Samhain?" he had asked me.
"Tis' All Hallow's Eve" I had replied "But I celebrate it in a diffrent manner"
He had come willingly, but as soon as I had started casting the circle and asking the spirits of the dead to join me on this Eve, he had ran. I thought he had to go home to avoid a thrashing, but that turned out to not be the case.
Later that night, an eerie glow had set in, moving toward my home.
Mother had gone to meet them. I remeber the paster saying "Where's the witch?"
My mother was crying "But she's only 11 years old! It's not her fault!"
But the pastor had shoved p
Good Morning SweetheartGood Morning Sweetheart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good morning sweetheart
Wake up and smell the trees
the wind through the window
Its another lovely day
I can make you happy for awhile
Let me see your eyes
They glisten like a galaxy
A thousand tiny stars
In a yawning blue sea
Let me kiss your lips
as soft as a gentle wave
and as sweet as ice cream cake
Don't let go of my hand
I need to feel yours here
Its my only summer home
And remember always to smile
Yours shines brighter than the sun
And brings my eyes a tear
And in that tear is all
my life, my happiness, my love
my gifts I have from you
I'll never let you go
I'll hold you here forever
And dream with you forever
Is the sunshine in your eyes?
Did I hold your hand too tight?
I'm sorry if I woke you
I only wanted to say
Good morning sweetheart.
Kyle's CrushI have these feelingsKyle's Crush5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I keep deep inside
These feelings I cant show
I must save and hide
I don't think he feels
The same way that I do
When i was confused
I usually came to you.
When we are together
I gather my might
When he is around
It just feels oh so right
I dream about what
I could possibly do
Oh, the scenarios
My mind can pursue.
I yearn just to feel
His kind gentle touch
And when he must leave,
I miss it so much
I want to feel his
Soft lips on top mine
And feeling our bodies
For now I'll just love him
From here, From afar
And one day I'll express this
How special you are
Until then, that day
I'll contain this strong rush
When I'm around you
That thing called a Crush.
Love Scars Chapter 12"Well?"Love Scars Chapter 124 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tweek jumped, eyes wide as they stared at the crystal-eyed beauty. He couldn't even remember why he was here, let alone what Craig had just asked him. Oh God- Craig would be so MAD if he knew Tweek had been so preoccupied with staring at him that he had totally forgotten to listen- "Nnngh..." Tweek whined pathetically. "I-I don't- I-don't remember" He murmured shyly down at his feet. "...what you asked, I-I mean..."
Craig rose an eyebrow, resisting a glare in the boy's direction and simply taking another step closer to the boy. Bending down only the slightest, Craig brought himself head-head with the boy leaning in on himself so...self-consciously.
"I told you I wanted to hang out, yeah?" He murmured into Tweek's ear, a bit of a falter to his usual confidence but still a hell-of-a-lot stronger than Tweeks. "I told you, you didn't have to come."
Oh God. Craig was RIGHT next to him. He was so close that Tweek could smell him. He smelled like...like a mix of vanilla and...and bamb
Love Scars - Creek Part 9The walk home was shorter than it usually was, or at least it seemed that way to me. My thoughts were going rapid in my head and I was sure if I didn't stop thinking soon my brain would explode. Oh Jesus! If my brain exploded then I would DIE. I don't want to die yet! If I died, then I wouldn't be able to go to Craig's later! Then HE would kill me for making him wait all night! My body would be ripped to pieces all over the street and no one would care enough to clean it up because no one likes me!Love Scars - Creek Part 95 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sweet Jesus!" I shrieked, speeding up my pace enough to reach my door before someone had the chance to try out my overactive imagination.
"Hello Sweetie." My mom greeted as I slammed the door shut. I peered up at her overly happy and serene face and nodded, mumbling something to myself about how they were out to get me. I wasn't even sure who 'they' were. "How was school Hun?"
I mumbled something and scooted past her and up the stairs, heading to my room. "That's good honey." She smiled bef
Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 2Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The big day is just around the corner.
Your parents must be so proud, Rose.
Arent you excited?
No. Rose was decidedly not excited. The giddy anticipation she had once experienced had recently been invaded by an intermingling of doubts and insomnia, making excitement a far distant feeling. Every time she had slowed her thoughts enough to perhaps sleep, another worry would arrive to distract her. This was the day she should be looking forward to more than any other, but all she could feel was uncertainty. Her family, excluding Al, all seemed beyond jubilant about it. As each day passed, one more enthusiastic thought would somehow be turned into a panic inducing horror. The night before was the very worst she had experienced.
Around midnight Rose had fussed over whether she should wear her robes or not. She got out of bed to look them over, and decided that shed not be out of place wearing them once on the train. At two thirty-five she decid
GerIta Mpreg part 3Italy walked into the house and spotted Prussia in the living room, playing with Herbert the couch. Prussia heard the Italian and looked up. "Hey, where's mein not awesome bruder at?" Prussia asked when he noticed Italy was alone. Herbert grabbed Prussia's nose with his tiny hand. Italy giggled at the sight. He regained his composure.GerIta Mpreg part 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"~Ve. Doitsu's getting my prescriptions filled. The doctor said as long as I took them, it should help with the puking." Italy said, walking into the living room.
"So, what was wrong with you, Italia?" Prussia asked as the Italian sat down next to him. He pulled Herbert's hand off his nose.
"~Ve! You were around England when he was pregnant, weren't you? I was thinking that maybe you knew I was pregnant from the symptoms, but since you didn't mention anything I guess you didn't know..." Italy said excitedly and hard to understand. Prussia looked at Italy and held up a hand.
"Wait, run that by me again?" Prussia asked.
Italy giggled. "~Ve! I'm p
This WayI'm smiling all the timeThis Way4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It proves that I'm okay
That's what people think
But It's not always that way
I'll smile when I'm sad
I'll smile instead of crying
I'll smile so you think I'm fine
Even when I think of dying
I had to pretend for you
It had really become a routine
It just had to be that way
How would you have felt
If I had dropped that fake smile?
And told you that I haven't
Really felt right in awhile
How would you have felt
If you saw all my invisible cuts?
I know if I tore them all open
You'd look at me like I was nuts
Before I come to this decision
Of parting ways and pretends,
This is how I would have felt
And left this poems unrightful end:
"So I'll smile for you
And act like I'm okay
It's become a daily thing
And it'll always be this way"
But no, I'm done
I cant hurt anymore
I'm hurting you now
And forever more-
I'll stop pretending smiles for you
I'll stop acting like I'm okay
Although it's become a daily routine
I'm ending it now, It has to be this way.
My Mommy's name is KyleMy name is Paul Brovlofski. Im six years old and I go to South Park Elementary. My foster parents told me that its the school my real parents went to when they were little. I was given up when I was a baby so I dont actually know a whole lot about them. But I know my mommys name is Kyle.My Mommy's name is Kyle6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I think thats weird. Kyle is a boys name. The only Kyle in South Park that Ive heard of moved away a long time ago and he was a dude. He went to California with his boyfriend Stan. That Kyle had red hair and green eyes. Sharon, my foster mom when Ive lived with for a couple months now told me that my mom had red hair and green eyes. People at school call me Harry Potter because I have black hair and green eyes/
But whatever, a guy cant be my mom.
Wake up Kyle
I hear someone calling me and I open my eyes.
Were landing in five minutes, babe
Every TimeEvery new beginning set,Every Time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Comes from old beginnings end.
Every time your killing me,
I am always born again.
Every time you close this door,
Another door is pushed wide open.
Every time I say goodbye,
A different word is simply spoken.
Every time you look at me
My back is facing far away,
Every time you ask for me
I'll have a reason not to stay.
Every time I tried to see,
My gaze was torn, a short sharp tear.
And every time I ever loved you,
I'd pretend I didn't care.