beside me.I wish you were laying here beside me. . .beside me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with.
To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing.
I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever.
As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone.
On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts.
I wonder if you think of me too.
If you miss me.
If you want me there with you.
Past the tall wicked trees and dark sidewalks,
through the veins of busy roads and under the dull amber street lights.
You're laying in bed sleeping soundly, peacefuly.
I think of you.
I Miss you.
I Want you here.
Though I'll be with you soon.
My eyes are getting heavy and my body is loosening.
Drifting into a sleep
The Deadliest Kind of LoveThe Deadliest Kind of Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I can't help being in love with you. I can't, and I won't be ashamed of it," he replied staring deep into my eyes with his hands braced on either side of my face.
"It's not right, Kael," I replied, turning away from him.
His hands fell to his sides meekly, and hung there as he tried to find words. Eventually he did find them, "Please, don't leave me," he pleaded. "Luka, please."
I turned around to face the demon standing in front of me, growing angrier by the second and said, "And do what, Kael? Forsake my rights as an angel? Disobey God as a man? I cannot! I simply cannot!" I feel to my knees with the emotion of my speech.
Kael dropped to his knees in front of me and his hands resumed their previous hold on my face, forcing me to look at him. "We could run away," he said simply.
"I cannot," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, you can," he said, "You just don't want to do you?"
I met his cool black eyes with my light gold ones; they were full of fear and sadness. "
All that you leftOur memories of people live in certain places. Some of them get lost in time, never to be remembered again. The memory I have of you lives in every bus I enter. You're so alive, it makes me tremble. Don't get me wrong, I don't long for you. It's been a while and thinking about you feels like a waste of time. However, when I sit on any seat and look out the window, you suddenly appear. Memories explode like fireworks; us holding hands, us not holding hands, you and me running together on the beach, getting excited over ice-cream cones and roller coasters. We were everything together, but we were also everything without each other. I thought you filled the emptiness but you only pointed it out. It's strange that you left a part of yourself in a shabby bus. Why don't I remember you when I'm alone on a funfair ride or when I look in the mirror and only see a stranger? You haunt me. Summer doesn't taste as good without you here.All that you left5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
In-Laws - APHIn-Laws - APH5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Hetalia Axis Powers Fanfic
Based on the fact that if Spain married Romano and Germany married Italy, guess who would be in-laws.
Rated T for, well, the Bad Touch Trio.
"Hey Spain!" yelled Prussia from where he was currently sprawled out on the entirety of Germany's living room couch, taking advantage of said German's not being home to prop his feet up on one end of the couch, his head resting on the other, completely ignoring Germany's "no combat boots on the furniture" rule. What kind of unawesome rule was that anyway? (The German kind, Prussia rationalized.)
He had also invited the Bad Touch Trio over and though Spain and France were both individually on Germany's "Okay to allow into the house" list, they weren't when they were both there together, or at least especially so when Prussia was with them. (Romano was also not to be let in after that one time with the dart gun, along with any circumstance that may lead to Italy being alone in the kitchen. Japa
PerfectThere was nothing wrong with him. At least, his grandfather always said so. His beloved fratello would have a million things to say otherwise, but that was just him to randomly throw insults and hide his love for that person. If he asked Japan, he would just turn away and politely offer to make some rice balls, so innocent Feli took that as a no. So if there was really nothing wrong with him, why did he keep worrying about what Germany would think of him?Perfect4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With every trip and slip, Italy would find himself blushing furiously each time Germany came over to help him up. Every time he made pasta, he'd quadruple check that it was absolutely perfect. Whenever he and Germany played football, he tried to catch every ball that flew towards him and ended up ashamed after each ball he failed to catch. Feliciano tried not to think too badly of himself, but he really didn't want Ludwig to think he was weak and useless and leave him behind. So, Italy decided to check himself multiple times in the la
H.N.W.B. Chapter OneH.N.W.B. Chapter One5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Shh, mein liebling, everything is fine now." Ludwig pressed an ashen hand to the brown-eyed man's forehead, leading him back to laying on the soft bed again.
"Wha-, what happened?" the blonde asked suddenly.
Blinking owlishly at the faint light streaming from the window, Feliciano was too struck to say anything.
"Nothing, Ludwig. I just passed out from hunger, I guess." He lied through his teeth as smoothly as he could. His mate didn't seem to notice.
Ludwig patted Feliciano's head gently before pecking him on the lips and standing up from the bed.
"Good, then. I'm going to make breakfast for you, anyway. Don't go anywhere. Get some rest," He smiled and headed out to the kitchen.
Stubborn, Feliciano sat up, touching his stomach again. He now knew that he was with child, but how would he tell Ludwig? What if it was not his kid? What would happen then?
The Italian heard a grunt; he shook himself out of his thoughts.
"What did I tell you before, liebling?" Ludwig smirked at him, crossing
Welcome to the Family Ch 1Outside P.O.VWelcome to the Family Ch 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's Alive!!!" the mad scientist shouted to the sky as lightning streamed into the metallic rod.
"Dr. Way will you please calm down! Geez you're gonna wake up the whole castle!" said the smaller assistant.
"Oh, heh, sorry Frankie. I'm just so excited! I mean I've never brought something to life...well successfully anyway." said the scientist. He was tall and pale wearing a long, white lab coat and black gloves. Goggles sat on his nest of crazy black hair that still needed fixing after an 'electrifying' accident the other day.
His laboratory was huge to say the least. Rods, towers, and other machinery were all over the place. The walls were lined with odds and ends of chemicals, tools, equipment, and spare parts. Cabinets were stacked high with rare powders or weird things in jars not even the scientist, Dr. Way, even liked to look at. This was all the main room of the castle. The rest of the building was filled with normal furnishings like a common li
Hemophobia Part 1One, two, three, four.Hemophobia Part 12 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Pain, it hurts...
He stopped breathing staring at, once again, at fine line of crimson colour that it was leading down slowly from his finger.
it wasn't so deep the wound but it hurted so much, probably because he was more sensible than usual.
Thin pain started to grow up, his vision started to get blurry again, everything seemed dark and motionless. His hands started to shiver in desperation, his breathe break down, he needed air, he was starting to suffering another panic attack.
Red---that crimson colour always made him feel so numb.
One, two, three, four.
Five, six, seven---eight, nine.
The feeling started to calm down as he stopped looking at the colour while he healed the wound with a bandaid, all his senses started to be on control again. He opened his blue eyes very slowly, finally the feeling went away and he released all the stress builded from every muscle of his body. Ventus sighed relieved and tried to
A Message from the HeartA Message from the Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Germany~!" the voice rang in his head. Germany shook his head violently and turned his focus back to the papers in his hand. Why was he stuck in his head again? This had been the fifth time this week, and Germany began to question himself. Did he miss the scrawny, weak man who made him feel like banging his head against a concrete wall everytime he'd mess up during training or ruin his kitchen? No, he couldn't possib....
"Yes you do." Said a strange voice in his head.
Germany blinked and looked around, but no one was there. "Who are you?" Germany demanded as he stood up from his seat.
"My name is The Holy Roman Empire, and I was your past life." The voice echoed. This made Germany laugh and shake his head.
"Okay Bruder, that's enough. You got me." Germany wiped his eyes and scanned for his brother, but he was no where to be found.
"I told you, I am the Holy Roman Empire! I was your past life before you became Germany. You were once me." The voic
Monopoly- Frerard one shotMonopolyMonopoly- Frerard one shot3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was times like these where Gerard just sits back and appreciates what is in front of him. He watches his brother as he throws his hands up in the air in a fit of mock anger. The sound of his boyfriends giggle cut through him like a blade, the scars leaking with happiness. The three boys had planned to spend the night quietly playing board games but of course with them, it never ended quietly. It turned out that Frank had been way smarter than Mikey ever imagined he would be in a game such as monopoly, but he ended up with houses down the majority of the board.
Of course that meant that Mikey ended up landing on every single one of the houses and if this were real life, well let's just says that Frank would be a billionaire right now. Gerard wished he could pause time, just stop. Stay in this moment forever. He was happy, he had the ones he loved most around him and they were happy. The smile on Frank's face and the laugh of his younger brother staining
"Near To You" Chapter 1"Near To You" Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Near To You
"Kiku, would you help me open this?" Germany chuckles as he hands Japan and envelope from the pile on his bed, his right arm being useless in a cast. The letters from Italy had finally been distributed and Germany now had them in his possession. Japan nodded and took the envelope with a smile. The envelope was cut torn from the top and he unfolded the paper, handing the released words to Germany. "Thank you." Germany smiles and takes the paper in his hand. A smile comes as his eyes look at the familiar print.
It's cold over here! I wish I could cuddle with you again like we used to I miss you. When is the war over? Do you know when you'll be coming back? I really miss you! I want to hug and kiss you everywhere and I want you to do the same to me! I miss your voice. I want you to tell me you love me over, and over, and over, and over again, and again, and again! I've been thinking about you a lot. I always do. I hope you think of me too. I get lonely in the h
Your Love--GerItaEvery smile.Your Love--GerIta4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Every glance I catch.
Every touch of hands.
Every brush of lips.
Every moment is precious
Something to be remembered, immortalized
I haven't smiled so much in so long
Or smiled so wide it hurt my cheeks
I haven't cried so much
and had someone waiting to pick me up
Even with impending lectures
I can't help but be happy
I haven't laughed so much
From all your cute mannerisms;
The constant blushes at the smallest of things
The little scowls at the tiniest of imperfections
The twisting of everything into a serious event
I haven't needed someone so much
Needed someone to hug and kiss me
To protect and rescue me
To tolerate and indulge me
To love and accept me
To want me
To need me
I want it
I need it
The kisses, the hugs
The attention, the worry
The scowls, the smiles
I haven't wanted so much.
I haven't needed so much.
I haven't remembered so much
Things from a past I could never forget
Memories of a boy I can n
Rise of the Guardians: Believers OathI believe in the GuardiansRise of the Guardians: Believers Oath2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In The Sandman
Jack Frost and
I swear to live by the lessons they have
taught me and to follow the paths they have guided me down
To cherish memories
Believe in hope
See the Wonder in all things
and to have Fun
I will always believe in the Guardians for
they have been with me since I was young and
will be with me till my days end
And I will continue to believe so that they may
forever be there to guard us
and our childhoods will never die
ImmortalityKenny stopped aging at twenty-five.Immortality5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It took him years to really notice. He was in his mid forties when he figured it out. At first, he put it off as being healthy. But all he ate was cheap junk food, and when even Kyle started aging, he knew it was something else.
Death must be screwing with him. He died and died and died, and came back over and over again. Being immortal was just another one of the quirks. He thought it was cool at first. Because no matter what Death thought up for him, he would always come back. His friends could stop worrying about when he would stop coming back.
Then Kyle died.
It was so...normal, the way he died. So...not what Kenny was used to. Kenny was used to being hit by cars and meteors and knives and falling trees, being shot and sliced and diced until he was reduced to nothing more than a twitching red glob. Forgetting a daily dose of insulin was so sickeningly normal that Kenny wasn't sure what to think.
So he comforted Stan, holding him in his arms and p
Say Yes 'Say Yes'Say Yes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: STOP! This fic is based on fanart strips by kuroneko3132, and I highly recommend you look at the before you read it. Besides being the origin of the atmosphere which my fic is but an attempt to recreate, they will make any GerIta fan squee. Most fanart/fanfiction just gets looked at once by people on a hunt for as much of their OTP as possible. This is one of the contributions that gets returned to again and again.
I'll use four fanarts in the course of this fic. This chapter is based on 'Meet me after school' and 'SAY YES,
StrangerHe was a stranger.Stranger3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's a stranger, Feliciano thought as he frowned at the tall blond man, but why do I feel like this? I've never felt this way around, well, anyone before
It was another miserable, rainy day in New York City. Feliciano hated days like this. He preferred the sun, weather like he was used to in his home country, Italy. He didn't particularly like living in this busy city, either. No one stopped to talk to you, like they did in the little village he grew up in, where everyone knew each other, where people would give you a friendly smile and wave as you walked past. New York wasn't like that. People would keep themselves to themselves, and Feliciano quickly learnt that when he would cheerfully wave at passers-by and they would look back at him with sharp glares. He supposed he shouldn't do that at 6AM on a Monday, or at all, for that matter
Feliciano ran as fast as he could along the crowded street. He had overslept and he was going to miss the subway if he di
South Park is Gay?South Park fan fictionSouth Park is Gay?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Genre: Humour, I guess but it's not that funny.
Disclaimer : Yeah
At the age of fifteen Craig Tucker was not one to be outdone. No, Craig liked to win, maybe a little more than was necessary or you know healthy but like it he did. It was his fierce competitive nature and stubbornness that had earned him his spots on both the football and the soccer teams after all, as well as kept his grades well above average. However, you may be surprised to learn, this was not enough for Mr. Craig Tucker. Quite the contrary. In fact, Mr Tucker found while good at a great many things he was by no means the best. Sure he was on the football team but he wasn't the star player. And yeah he may be co-caption of the soccer team but so was Token. And while maintaining a high average in all his subjects he was no match for Kyle or Wendy, or Bebe, or Fred, or well but that isn't the point. No. The point was he wasn't the best or the most of anything. And it irked him. Should he have le
Five Years Later Promo Five years ago, there were twelve teenagers that all went to the same high school. They were just regular sixteen-year-olds with almost nothing in common. But against all odds, they were the best of friends. There was...Five Years Later Promo6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Bookworm, Noah
The Bad Boy, Duncan
The Surfer, Bridgette
The Frat Boy, Owen
The Princess, Courtney
The Musician, Trent
The Dumb Blonde, Lindsay
The Party Guy, Geoff
The Goth Girl, Gwen
The Techno Geek, Cody
The Crazy Girl, Izzy
and The Jock, Tyler
After his second year of collage, Owen Crownson entered the lottery and actually won. Now, him and his girlfriend, Izzy Spix, bought a townhouse on the beach and moved in together. Along the beach lives Geoff Walker and Bridgette Tomphs. Bridgette's best friend is Courtney Palins who's engaged to Duncan O'Riley. Duncan's bisness partner is named Trent Davis. He is in a deep relationship with Gwen Corsp. She'd always end up hanging ou
Stargazing -- GerItaIt had taken all day (or rather all evening, since they had not begun their trek until well into the afternoon) to work their way through the forest trail. The way the warm sun dappled the greenery around them with spots of light as it slowly set over the horizon was stunningStargazing -- GerIta4 years ago in Romance More Like This
that is, would have been stunning, if there wasn't an exhausted and fidgety Italian latched onto Ludwig's arm (and one that was very vocal about his condition, no less).
"Ludwig, are we there yet? I'm tired and my feet hurt!" It was safe to say that such statements had become a mantra for the Italian, considering he wouldn't go more than three minutesand Ludwig had timed such occurrences at this pointwithout saying something to that effect.
"Not yet. Just a bit more, I promise." And the German had replied the same way each timenot that it had done much to halt the complaints. Ludwig knew that Feliciano had never been one for hiking. Actually, he was sure most outdoor activities were o
The Journal CHP 1 - SP Fan FicChapter One: The AssignmentThe Journal CHP 1 - SP Fan Fic4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Kyle Broflovski watched as the clock, hanging above his teacher's desk, moved its lethargic minute hand closer to the number twelve. Five minutes until three o'clock and Psychology would come to an end and school would let out for the weekend.
Slowly as to not garner attention from his teacher, the redhead closed his notebook and slid it carefully into his bag. Next to him his Super Best Friend Stanley Marsh closed his thick textbook and dropped his mechanical pencil into his own backpack. Both boys gave the other a quick smile and turned their eyes back to the front.
Four more minutes until class let out.
His back to the students, the Psych teacher droned on and on, scratching notes upon the blackboard. He seemed completely oblivious to the lack of attention his students now gave him. Token faked a cough from his seat behind Kyle and Jimmy Vulmar grabbed his crutches preparing for the mass rush on the door when the bell finally rang.
A thin hand with purple