Clingy Jealous CatcherDisclaimer: Ookiku Furikabutte was created by and is the intellectual property of Asa Higuchi. The author takes no credit or ownership whatsoever.Clingy Jealous Catcher5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Clingy Jealous Catcher
Summary: Abe is getting jealous of Mihashi spending too much practice time with Tajima. Just a little Abe x Mihashi one-shot fluff with hints of Hanai x Tajima. From Abe's POV.
Also available on FF.net here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5967807/1/Clingy_Jealous_Catcher.
I was not in the best of moods right now. To the casual observer, one couldn't tell the difference when I was in a good mood or not. Mihashi, our star pitcher, was in the middle of stretching exercises with Tajima. Now granted, Tajima was one of the few people on the team that could actually strike up (pun not intended) a conversation with Mihashi without the latter going into his usual reclusive stammer. Easy-going Tajima: the awesome clean-up hitter and the team pervert. If only he knew how Hanai came close to nose-bleeding whenever he ran
The Watchman THE WATCHMANThe Watchman2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was well known that Thorin Oakenshield was a hard head, stubborn to his very core and had a determination so fierce that he had chosen to take back Erebor with only thirteen dwarves and a Hobbit. It was his stubbornness that had ultimately caused his demise on the battlefield, something he would never back down from. He had defended his decision voraciously since arriving in the Haven. He had refused to go forth without his entire company and so he had sat in the Haven for nigh on seventy years, watching as each member of his company went through life without him. Kili and Fili, bless their hearts had crossed through to the Haven mere moments after he had and after much discussion – a word Thorin used lightly here for discussion between his two nephew could only be translated through fists – had elected to wait with him. Dwarves are uncannily loyal to those whom they love if they so choose to be.
So it was that Thorin had picked his place to watch the goings on
Loki and Thor skype conversationLoki: onceler is hot hot hot hot .Loki and Thor skype conversation3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Thor: aaaaaaaaaah why you got to be so hot?!?!?! >.>
Loki: XD i don't know brother D: but he is hot..and I want marshmallows D:
Thor: then turn into a bear
Loki: not a bad idea.....I have to use my magic to do that.... D: could you please give me back my magic stick so I can change :3
Thor: only if you promise not to harm anybody (that means humans too XD)
Loki: then.........get me a bag of marshmallows
Thor: brother you are big enough to get one yourself
Loki: I am on one of the asgard cells...... remember...I can't go out....
Thor: I'm stuck in our world and can't go to earth...we don't have marshmallows
Loki: I forgot about that......
Thor: see? 7.7
Loki: ......I won't ever get marshmallows D: .....
Loki: *emo corner*
Thor: aaah don't worry we'll find a way don't cry D:
Loki: I'm not crying!! I'm sobbing....because... 1st I'm adopted....2nd I don't have magic and 3rd WE CAN"T HAVE MARSHMALL
Johns LogJohn watson's LogJohns Log3 years ago in Humor More Like This
221b Baker Street the type of address you'll never forget right?....easy to say easy to remember like learning how to ride a bike as the Americans say .
Well .sometimes I wish I didn't knew it as well as I do ..it has just brought me trouble ..and worst than that .I actually live in it
Sadly for a man of my age and my past I don't live by myself .
I live with "the master of deduction and master of logical thinking " as he calls himself he also claims to be a "consulting detective" which I I'm sure he invented the term for what he does .but this doesn't have anything to do with my story or ..Does it have to do with it?.....
I've been living with this man for over a year now and it has already caused me more troubles than having a small child .he's so clingy
And im not even sure why he's letting me type so comfortably right now .he's jus
Melancholy thoughtsI tasteMelancholy thoughts11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in your words,
only to wonder
how many others
Life Happens: Ch.15- NightmareBulma woke to the sound of her alarm going off. She quickly reached over and turned the blaring sound off before looking at the time. Groaning slightly, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. The reason why her alarm had been set so early was because she hadn't wanted to miss Vegeta's departure, and since she hadn't been woken before her alarm she was hoping that was a positive sign.Life Happens: Ch.15- Nightmare4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pushing herself from the bed, she walked over to the window and looked down to find the ship still in the yard. Her mother was standing down on the grass at the end of the ramp, her shoulders shaking lightly. Bulma rolled her eyes at the sight, knowing her mother was probably having a good cry over Vegeta leaving. She sighed before yanking herself away from the window and to her closet, quickly tossing on some comfy and warm clothes before heading downstairs.
She slipped on her shoes and headed outside. Upon opening the door, she stopped to take in the scene. Her mother was there, handkerchief in h
The Red Moon chapter 1 Chapter 1: The Strange DreamThe Red Moon chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's that same dream again... Bulma Briefs thought and confirmed to her subconscious mind. It was indeed that same dream that she'd been dreaming for the last few days. She'd been running into the dark forest at the mountains on a very rainy time. She was trying to look for a shelter in this heavy rain. Although she knew this was only a dream, she still could feel the need for the shelter-- as if this wasn't a dream at all.
As she ran in search for a shelter, she found a temple in the middle of the mountains and immediately made shelter under its roof while waiting for the rain to stop.
And then... her phone rang. She felt strangely shocked to hear it as if it wouldn't do so she reluctantly answered the call.
"Hey," a charismatic, commanding voice from an unknown man she never heard in her real life responded. He sounded bossy and arrogant. "Listen to me, woman. I could see you somewhere you would never know. I needed
Hades and Persephone"Hades!" she screamed in rage. Silk curtains tore as nails were raked across them. Pillows were swept to the floor and set upon; with a ripping sound there were feathers adrift in the air.Hades and Persephone6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She collapsed amid the chaos, sobbing. "I hate you. I hate you!" Her voice broke into the motionless air, hung amid the feathers, shivered in its anger.
He stood with shadowed eyes on the other side of the closed door. He knew she thought he couldn't hear her, knew she thought he was elsewhere attending to business as usual--knew what she thought of him. When her furious sobs had given way to shuddering breaths he said quietly, "The door isn't locked," and as a startled silence fell inside the room he swept away down the hall, shoulders bent with the weight of drifting feathers.
The silence of the dining room as he approached was too silent; he didn't bother looking in.
She sat curled on the bed with the remains of the furnishings scattered around her. Her eyes were bloodshot and there was snot on
My life cancerA poison called cancerMy life cancer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll die with this smell on my lips
The smell of your silk hair
The smell of our laughs
Even from beyond, blinded by black sun
Through dazzling darkness
I'll see your shining smile.
Once my heart will hush
Into the deafening silence of death
Your cheerful voice like an echo.
My memories will sink into an endless void
Walking amid the lands of damned
Only your hand to guide my heavy steps.
Though sealed forever in my ebony coffin
The pain - stabbing the body I once had,
Tearing my soul apart, finishing my late brain off...
I'll howl silently, afraid that one day
You'll ever forget me.
Her hand reaches the cloudsDaydream on the grass,Her hand reaches the clouds1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Her arm to the purple sky
Quiet sound of wind -
Rêverie dans l'herbe
Son bras vers le ciel violet
Le bruit calme du vent -
The Comforter and The PartingThe Comforter and The Parting 2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Comforter and The Parting Glass
“Thranduil, mellon nin ; please, I pray you, speak your heart before you fade and leave your son to this bleak loss alone from birth,” Elrond pleaded.
Thranduil looked back at his friend, eyes blazing. “Do not speak to me of that little monster,” he snarled hatefully. Elrond’s heart ached terribly at the words. They were from a grieving husband, too grieved to be a father. This meant that the boy would grow too grieved to be a son. Elrond gently held out one hand towards his friend. Thranduil whirled away, gasping and clutching his chest, sobbing all the harder. “I want Caradathil, Elrond, I want her now!”
“She is gone, Thranduil. Gone to be with her ancestors, with your ancestors, awaiting the day that you will shuffle off this form and figure made to soothe the minds and hearts of
Batgirl: Small Steps To RecoveryBatgirl enters through the window to her apartment.Batgirl: Small Steps To Recovery2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Batgirl: *narrating* Ow...how could a woman with a literal hole in her head be that tough...Good thing Alysia isn't here or she'd have a fit! *takes off her cowl* Right now all I want is a hot shower and to cuddle up with Alaska and end my night on a more positive note, like hacking into the GCPD to see what we know about "Absence"
A bit later, Babs is getting ready to settle in for the night when her cell rings.
Babs: Damn it, who would be calling at this hour. *picks up the phone* Who is it?
Batman: *on phone* Barbara....
Babs' mood changes
Babs: Bruce...is something wrong?
Batman: *on phone* I need your help with something....
Babs: Depends on the something.
Batman: *on phone* It's Joseph
Babs reacts, she knows what Batman might be asking her, though we don't.
The next morning, Babs' van pulls up to Wayne Manor, where Alfred is waiting. Sam is sitting on the front stairs with him, petting Barkley. Babs gets out of the van and appro
Of Ms. QuinnOf Ms. Quinn6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beside me, standing, smiling, soullessly
Her head full to the brim with nothingness.
I brought her to this lowly state, you see.
The psychiatrist to madness regressed.
I know no longer why I drove her mad
For I am but a dog, chomping at chains.
Yet so much pride when I saw her new-clad
A harlequin, her wide smile unrestrained.
This madhouse has enough room for us both
But a spoiled child is she, wanting still more.
And for her blind devotion, her I loathe
And she will pay, feel disappointment's sore.
For if shes fool enough to bleed for love
Who am I to deny my turtledove?
WolvesSick of the pack,The wolves,Wolves2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Running and seeking while staying together,
Singularity Is none existent to you,
Strength in numbers,weakness In singles.
Throw your morals at my face,
When you're the one who forgot them,
I never swore loyalty to you,
And you have never shown me such a thing,
And yet I'm meant to be,
When I left you didn't even notice,
If I did stay would you know?
You can scream betrayal from your tower,
You can tell a story of my deeds,
Words are words and actions are real,
Saying something doesn't make It so.
With my actions I only grow,
With your words you'll have nothing to show,
When they forget their love for you,
You'll realize It was only pity.
Here Today - Rewrite for Michael JacksonHere Today - Rewrite for Michael Jackson3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And if I said
I really loved you so
What would your answer be?
If you were here today
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Well, knowing you
You'd probably smile and say
That you loved me more
If you were here today
Ooh, ooh, ooh
But as for me
I still remember what you were before
And I am holding back the tears no more
I love you.
What about the time you sang?
Well I guess that you could say you would finish with a bang
Never knew the truth
But you loved every youth
What about the night we cried?
Because you were overwhelmed
And I couldn't keep it inside
Never loved you more
But you could always sing
And you'd smile
And if I said
I really love you and was glad you came to Earth
And you were here today
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I'll sing for what it's worth
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Gwevin OneShotGwevin OneShot5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Ben 10: Gwevin Oneshot
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Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
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After Season 4 Episode 7: Ken 10
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A sigh, "How long are you going to stand over there in the shadows?"
Kevin Levin sighed again and laid back on his bed, tucking his hands beneath his head. Of course, the term 'bed' was really a matter of perspective, since really, it was just a futon in the corner of the large glass box he called his room, and others called an Anti-Energy Chamber.
"Fine, don't talk to me," he told the ceiling. He reached a hand out and brushed some of his obnoxiously long hair out of his face. He really would like to have cut it, but it was very doubtful that would happen, since he wasn't allowed within 15 feet of any sort of sharp object. He tucked his hand back under his head and spoke again, "
HOT N' SOUL - More than friends, part IHOT N' SOUL - More than friends, part I3 years ago in Romance More Like This
HOT & SOUL
Soul Eater & Heart of Wildfire mix fanfiction
By Gregory Michel
More than friends, part I
Saturday, on the start of the afternoon.
The new acquired residence of the meisters, weapons and their magical cats was carrying its usual atmosphere. But today, the home was occupied only by Soul and Sahn, as the ladies decided to hang out with their girlfriends into a shopping frenzy.
This left them to their usual activity: video gaming.
Weeks had passed since Maka's birthday. Ever since then, the two weapons weren't very focused on anything in their doings with the exception of their jobs pumping their veins with adrenaline. It was obvious.
Sahn never saw Mariciel as girlfriend material. She was a sister to him. Yet the thought of having her as such lingered in his mind with the words, "What if" echoing in the distance. He never dared talking about it to her. Did he fear of messing the dear bond between him and his red-headed meister? It was strongly suggested.
The Haunting SilenceThe Haunting Silence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello my dear." She whispered in a nonchalant tone. "How long has it been?"
I faked a smile, hoping she wouldn't realize how cold I had become. "It's been far too long" I glanced down at the floor, playing along.
"How were your travels?" Her soft voice cooed as if she knew.. knew all of the horrid things I had done. I tried to brush the blood off my hands but it was too late, she saw straight through me. Before I could reply, or even utter a word she broke the silence. "Things are different now.. aren't they?"
It was sad, but true. The happy times we once spent together would be no more. The laughter, the smiles, the love we once shared. It was all gone. I had sinned far too much to ever win her heart back, and we both knew it. "I'm afraid so." The tension was thick, nothing that reminiscing about old memories would ever fix.
As I turned my back to her I heard her small voice cry, "I love you." It was too much to bare, we both knew what was coming, yet she chose to make this harder. W
The Night After...pt. fifteenThe Night After...pt. fifteen6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
As the portal opened, the ragtag troop of Shinigami misfits stepped out onto the pale white steps in front of the palace. Although the buildings were still undergoing renovation, it seemed trivial compared to the ragged structural damage before them...the shattered windows, the cracked plaster, and walls ravaged by war. To think, this structure had once been Aizen's crowning achievement and a testament to his prowess and utter invincibility...but now?
Kisuke Urahara, Yoruichi, Ichigo, Rukia, and Uryu Ishida surveyed the ruins with dismay and uncertainty. This was the first that any of them had witnessed the aftermath of the Soul Society's most recent attempt to wipe out the "hollow threat."
"I can't believe those fools did this...like local bullies at a playground. Is this what the Soul Society has been reduced to?!!" Yoruichi said vehemently.
"This is just the beginning. Now that all the major decisions go through First capt
The Night After...part nine.The Night After...part nine.6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
:::::Rejection & Negacion:::::
"Heal those injuries on your face. NOW!"
The girl shuddered slightly upon hearing his command. The shrillness and urgency of his voice brought her out of the shock she had been in moments before. Her hands trembled as she brushed her hand softly against her face, which felt foreign to her, and tender to the slightest touch. She realized she must look pretty awful, if the pain was any indication. Her face felt like it was on fire and her lips were torn and unnaturally swollen. She had to admit though, of the three of women, she wasn't the worst off by far. After all, it wasn't her lying face down on the floor or missing half her body from a point-blank cero.
She knew little of this man, this Espada-class Arrancar, her would-be hero, "Grimmjow". He had saved her from being massacred by the two females who entered her room with intent to kill. She would've been beaten to death
A Scarlet NightChapter One:A Scarlet Night3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Edward pushed the doors open and allowed himself to breathe for the first time in forty minutes. The air was fresh and clean, clearing the scents and easing the burn.
During lunch, he sat at a table outside, a book in his hands. Bored, he stretched back into the seat and pretended to read, taking notice of what was happening around him, invading the minds of those who dwelled in his vicinity.
A laugh broke his concentration. A girl was sitting under a tree with a book in one hand and an apple in the other. She wore a wide smile and a large knit cap that covered a crown of long dark hair. She was pale, flushed, and giggling at the words on the page. He wondered what she was reading.
She turned her head, her eyes slowly meeting his and she smiled shyly. Stray hairs blew around her face gently, yet he felt no breeze and he couldn't hear anything. She was silent, her mind told him nothing.
She rose to her feet and walked to him, a grin playing on her lips as she approa