Careful, AliceShe spun around so gracefully, her blade gleaming from the blood splattered across its surface. As the last eyepot fell to the ground dead, she slowed to a halt, regaining her breath.Careful, Alice4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cheshire chuckled at her, "Care for some tea, love?"
"After that encounter? I'd rather eat paste."
He strode over to her, butting his head into her shoulder, indicating she could lean on him.
He walked her over to a slight ledge, helping her sit. Alice flinched as she moved, one of the eyepots having struck her quite viciously across her back when she was turning to attack her other foes.
"Alice, what's wrong?"
She clenched her teeth as the fabric of her dress brushed across the fresh wound.
He moved around to stand behind her, and paused for a moment, concentrating hard, feeling a rush of energy course through his veins, letting it drift through his every cell, pulling him, changing him. Cheshire shuddered, disliking the adjustment of limbs. He knelt next to Alice,
A. McGee's Alice, Chapter 1Beyond A Shattered Looking GlassA. McGee's Alice, Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: First Meetings
Received confirmation from the Superintendent that I will be given the opportunity to treat a very troubled and difficult patient. Dubious honour! Her name is Alice, and her prognosis is not promising. After looking at her file, Im astonished she has survived this long. She has been nearly comatose for comatose for a year.
Rutledge Private Clinic and Asylum was a large haunting building that was built in a sloped gulf stuck between two hills, in Lancashire, England. At least six stories high with many hidden catacomb wards beneath the ground floor, it was safe to say that Rutledge Institute was indeed a place of secrets and madness. The nights there were enough to send a sane person into one of the beds in a fit of madness. Not was there one minute in the institute where it was quiet, with insane patients in straightjackets being carted off into solitary confinement. Others were dragged away to some u
Nine LivesShe was fragile, though he hated to admit it. Time and time again she saved herself from the brink of death by unleashing that hellish mode where her eyes leaked bloody tears and her arms were coated in the red sheen, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough.Nine Lives4 years ago in Drama More Like This
There would be a moment when she wouldn't activate it in time, there would be a time where she'd be caught off guard.
And he knew that when that time came, he'd end up being too late.
So he hoped and hoped that she stayed lucky. That he would be able to stay by her side as much as he could.
But hoping often doesn't lead to good results, and he watched anxiously as she danced through the shining blades of the eyepots, as she dodged the oil and sludge that the disgusting...tar babies...threw at her, knowing that one day she would slip up and she would be hurt beyond a point of recovering.
He knew that he had nine lives (though technically, thanks to that damned red queen, he was now down to eight), but she...his beautiful angel of
A letter to AliceHey there my sweet little AliceA letter to Alice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How are you? I have been missing you so much, my heart hurts so much when I can't see your smile it kills me not to have you in my arms for even a second. I need you in my life or there isn't a life for this old hatter. I only feel real when I feel your lips against mine. The warm caress of your body against mine. You are so perfect, god I can't even begin to tell you how much you mean to me. I love you so much and want to see your beautiful face and hear your angelic voice. You are my perfect puzzle piece. Finally this insane old man has something anchoring him to this land. Before you I didn't have a reason to call it by name because for me it wasn't. It was a world that I was but I did not live there not until you came into my life. You are the reason for my happiness; I never believed that it was possible for me to be as happy as I am. You are so beautiful, you take my breath away every time I get to see your face. You are so kind, worrying that you
The Cheshire Cat The nights grow longer as I wait for my dear sweet Alice. Always having something interesting to say with quite a mouth for such a young barn; however, it is that trait that truly brings my heart closer to her radiant figure in this bleak world. Her stride keeps my gaze until I can no longer stand the agony of knowing the truth of this my secret, nice love.The Cheshire Cat9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though she does not understand all of what I have done for her is out of my deep want of her to love me as I love her. My taunts are only a true want of her to endeavor at these the journeys she must undertake herself and only by herself.
The nights and days passed as I wait for her safe return to my eyes. What she understands not is that my appearance of a smile is really my joy for her, and as I see her approach I gain an erection for her body creates so many complex emotions in my frail frame that I cannot begin to explain them to a mere mortal such as thee.
Stuck Chapter 9 PewbuscusStuck.Stuck Chapter 9 Pewbuscus2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 9: Confrontation.
-3- < Sooo yeah. ^^ No beta, all mistakes are mine
:: Disclaimer :: I do not own...Amnesia, Pewdie, or Toby. *pout*
:: Rating :: M
:: Warnings :: Violence, Slash.
:: Pairing :: eventual Pewdiepie/Tobucus
:: Genre :: Romance, Horror, Supernatural (?), Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship.
:: Summary :: ‘A map you seek, your worst nightmare you’ve found. Not a dream to desire. Dusty curtains, move them and shine the light into the great hall.’ The map was interesting, it drew people in, and refused to release them. Pewdie and Toby get suck in the world and fight to get out. Slash, PewBuscus.
He refused to open his eyes. He didn't care how long he slept, and how long he's been laying here. Toby didn't even think he could get up, his legs still hurt and he was pretty sure if he tried walking he would just fail horribly. In front of Pew
Puppy-LoveTen year old Gerard can hardly sit still in his parents' car, wiggling almost as much as the special gift in the box sitting in his lap. They're on their way to his Grandma's house, for his little brother Mikey's seventh birthday party.Puppy-Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard once again peeks into the box, using one of the holes punched into the side. A big, black, cold nose pokes back before turning away to show chocolate brown, floppy ears. Little Gee smiles one more time, laughing as a moist pink tongue licks his first two fingers.
"Gee!" Mikey yells as his parents car pulls up the driveway. He starts to race to the door, but a gentle hand on his shoulder holds him back.
His grandma Elena shakes her head at him. "No no, Mikey; remember what your mommy said? When they get back you have to go wait outside. Gerard will be out soon; now run along, honey." She reminds him sweetly, giving him a soft nudge towards the backdoor.
He sits down, feeling a bit annoyed; he waited almost over two hours for his mommy, daddy, and
Cancer .:Frerard:.He was dying and I couldnt do anything about it, he was hurt. I couldnt even see him. I would have to wait outside in the hallway, until 10 a.m., waiting to see him. He was beautiful; hair or no hair, asleep or awake, cancer or no cancer. I was constantly crying since he had been brought in this horrible, death-ridden place. The doctors couldnt feed him right, nor keep enough water by his bed to drink. Thats why I stayed here, all of the time, thinking of him. Sleep was about to take over me when a doctor appeared in front of my tucked up body. I sleepily looked up to him, at first he was a mere blurry figure, then my vision focused.Cancer .:Frerard:.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You may see him now if youd like. He whispered to me, telling that I was tired as hell. I nodded, and slowly got up and stretched. I grabbed my water bottle as I yawned, turned around and walked into the empty room across from were I was sitting. I saw the sleeping figure of my love; he shifted to face me as I sat
Make It Better (Chelley for V-day)Make It BetterMake It Better (Chelley for V-day)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(a Chelley fic for Valentine's Day)
The best feeling she ever got in that terrible place was when he came back from the dead.
That’s how it seemed. He had been crushed by Her claw, knocked out, she thought he was gone forever. At first his constant prattle was overwhelming, but she’d gotten used to it. She didn’t even realize how much she had come to depend on it, on HIM, until he was gone.
But when he came back to her, he was different. Just a little different. Still himself, but there was a frightened edge to his voice that I sometimes noticed. Sometimes it almost overtook him. Her first thought was GLaDOS. Of course he was afraid. She had almost killed him, and She was awake and in control again now. How could she blame him for being afraid?
Then she realized something as she reached out to him and he withdrew. GLaDOS wasn’t the only one he was afraid of.
He was afraid of
Nosebleeds [Satern 2] "Is all of this really necessary Idol?",Intern 2 asked nervously as he gazed at himself in Idol's full length mirror. "This is ridiculous."Nosebleeds [Satern 2]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It isn't ridiculous! You look great!!",Idol encouraged excitedly as she came up behind the other man and adjusted the collar of his shirt. And it was true. He did look nice. She swore, if this plan didn't work then she would probably date him herself.
She stepped back a bit as Intern 2 turned around to face her with a sheepish smile,"Thanks for helping me out Idol. This means alot to me."
"You're welcome!!",She answered with in a chipper tone,"And trust me. When he sees you, he won't be able to resist you."
Intern 2 smiled graciously,"I hope you're right."
Satan smiled mischievously as he wondered down the walkway leading to the front doors o
Couch Therapy"Hey Gee,"Couch Therapy4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yeah?" Gerard answered.
Mikey tilted his head back a little, just so he could see his brother's face, and gave him a small smile.
"Massage my head?" He asked.
Gerard looked away from the book he was reading and to his brother's face, which was staring up at him from his lap. Gerard snorted, 'cause honestly, Mikey looked fucking adorable like that, with his little puppy dog face pleading for a massage.
Gerard sighed overdramatically and put the book down. He treaded his fingers through his brother's hair, fingernails grazing over his scalp.
Mikey's eyes began to close, not because he was falling asleep, but because the feeling was just so nice.
"Hmmm," He sighed, stretching his feet over the edge of the couch.
Gerard just giggle, leant down and pressed a small kiss to his lips. Mikey's eyes opened slowly, smiling up at his brother. He reached his arms up and hooked them around Gerard's neck, pulling his face closer. Gerard's fingers were still in his hair, working their magi
Inner Torment (A 'Five Nights at Freddy's' Story) Mommy?Inner Torment (A 'Five Nights at Freddy's' Story)1 year ago in Horror More Like This
*starts panicking* W-where am I?
It’s cold and dark in here…I don’t like it….
I-I….I can’t move, I can’t f-feel anything?!?!
Let me out.
I’ve been here too long now…this isn’t funny….
I don’t want to disappear again, I don’t wanna!
*The sound of mechanical wiring and clicking are heard*
No…No no NOOO—
All I remember…
Was F-Freddy hugging me..
I couldn’t breathe…
*Pause and deep breath*
I-I couldn’t breathe…
Dressing Down: Ch.1: Under New ManagementA/N: I'm going to have so much fun with this!! omg I'm imagining Lucy as an awesome designer/photographer/CEO with all the usual designer garb, like tattoos and pretty clothes and stuff. And omg Melvin..Dressing Down: Ch.1: Under New Management2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lucifer grimaced as he glanced up at the small sign over the door of the tiny collection of offices that was the MyMusical Fashion company.
He never really liked coming here. Too chaotic, not enough productivity, bad management, etc.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard a loud crash come from inside the building and decided to just get this meeting over with so he could go back home where all the sane people lived.
Lucifer put his hand on the little brass door handle and just when he was about to pull it open, the door swung out as two people ran through it.
Fruitcake.Fruitcake.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"On the first day of Christmas, I got a Gerarrrrd," trilled Frank, wrapping his hands around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and sipped my delicious coffee, letting the life-giving liquid slip down my throat and relishing its warmth.
"On the second day of Christmas, Santa Claus gave to me, two pretty kitties, and one beaut-i-fuul Gerard!" As if sensing that he was singing about them, our two cats, Pumpkin and Boo, began to twine around my legs, purring at the volume of a helicopter.
I snorted and turned my head a little so I was facing him. "That's not how the song goes, you know," I informed him.
He smiled and replied, unperturbed, "On the third day of Christmas, Santa Claus gave to me, three tasty fruitcakes, two pretty kitties, and one beaut-i-fuul Gerard!"
I wrinkled my nose. "Fruitcakes? What the fuck? Since when have those been tasty?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Boo wrinkle her little pink nose, too. Not surprising. Nobody likes fruitcakes.
You and I - FrerardMama, we all go to hell You and I - Frerard6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Every eye in the stadium was on Gerard as he strutted around like a maniac. He was one of the only people on earth who could pull off looking both amazingly sexy and mentally deranged at the same time. His dancing was jerky, like a malfunctioning robot, but in a strange way he was the epitome of grace. His voice was the perfect mixture of heaven and hell; the man was a walking contradiction. The way he swung his hips; the sheer audacity of the hand in his skin-tight jeans The only other performer whod ever been able to pull a stunt like that was Elvis, and he was dead and gone. Gerard was very alive, and very real, a fact that Frank could not easily overlook.
So when we go dont blame us
The singer was bouncing now, jumping up and down, and to the guitarist it was practically hypnotic. He strode up to the front of the stage, and without pausing his strumming, began to nuzzle Gerard
FireworksFireworks4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Here we were, celebrating the freedom of our country, the United States of America, and all I could think about was the one thing this country would not allow me to have. There he was, two inches away, gazing awestruck at the sky above us. The fireworks exploding over our heads had captivated his entire attention, but despite the cracking booms and bursts of coloured light, I could not find interest in them. People oohed and ahhed at their beauty while all I could see was the beauty lying next to me on the blanket we shared.
"Gerard, the fireworks are above you, not by me," he giggled, catching me staring. I smiled in answer but didn't turn away. He stuck his tongue out in self-consciousness and poked at me, so I just grabbed his arms and tugged him closer to me. He settled comfortably against my side, draping his arm over my chest, not finding our proximity wrong at all. We were brothers, and thanks to this great country, that meant we could be nothing more. No matter ho
How to Annoy Death NoteHow to Annoy Death Note6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How to annoy the cast of Death Note
*Steal her phone and change the names of the people in her contacts list to Harry Potter characters.
*Cling to Light.
*Randomly smack her in the head.
*When she walks into the room, look at her in disgust and say, "Ugh! It's a man?!!"
*Tell him that he's not nearly as cool as L, and that he never will be.
*Tell him that he gets owned by an 18 year old kid who plays with toys.
*Ask him if he's gotten laid yet.
*If he says no, ask why not.
*Stare blankly at the back of his head. When he turns around, look behind you.
*Steal his Death Note.
*Steal his candy.
*Repeat everything he says.
*Narrate his life.
*Stare blankly at him. Never break eye contact.
*Sing the song that never ends.
*Steal his chocolate.
*Blame it on your imaginary friend. Make it obvious that it was you.
*Draw on his face when he's sleeping (he could really use a nice mustache...)
*Steal random articles of clothing from him.
*While he sleeps, sub
The taste of warm rum [WIP] Dear God, his head hurt so damn bad..The taste of warm rum [WIP]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The harsh pounding felt like it was trying to split his head open. The rustling of the sheets as he turned over suddenly sounded like an earthquake.
He opened his eyes and the dim sunlight dripping from the opening of the curtains immediately blinded him. Melvin groaned and lay back against the pillows. His mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton, his tongue thick and dry. His body felt heavy and sluggish. Melvin closed his eyes again and tried to block out the invading tendrils of light drilling through his eyelids. Fuck, this was the last time he let Norma, Emmett, and Jamie convince him to go out for drinks.. He was such a lightweight it was almost pathetic..
Just then he was distracted by a small rustling of the covers. He was suddenly aware of another presence in his bed. Oh my God..
He slowly turned to look at his bedmate.
You Must Go Alone ThereWonderland looked splendid this time of year. The bright yellow sunlight flooded through the leaves and spaces between the trees surrounding them, painting the scenery in a golden hue. The sky looked golden as well. The grass below was as green as green can be, and the path that wove through the vegetation was colored yellow with the sunlight. Beyond the trees birds and rocking-horse-flies can be heard singing to each other; sometimes a bread-and-butterfly could be seen flitting here and there about the stray wildflowers and mushrooms. It was a charming picture, very peaceful, and the most beautiful thing anyone could ever see.You Must Go Alone There4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The little girl gaily pranced down the path of gold, giving the occasional jump and twirl as she went. Her reddish-brown hair shone in the sunlight, but her grass-green eyes sparkled in it. The hem of her robin's-egg blue dress and her white apron billowed as she skipped it was as if a summer sky was caught in those darling clothes of hers. She sang loudl
Alice in Wonderland...MadnessThe key tied to the end of a piece of string was swung back and forth three times by the suited man, at each swing he counted, "One...Two... Three" he sat on a red settee opposite a girl, the room was laced with fine china vases and collectables, pictures of the girl's mother and father could be seen everywhere all around the room, "Now then Alice" said the man in a calm voice, "Tell me about..." he paused "This Wonderland"Alice in Wonderland...Madness4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Wonderland is a place, a wonderful magical place full of joy and wonders" the bold headed girl sat in the padded room with a blank expression, a fat woman in stripy pyjama like clothes under the watchful eye of the red queen and her guards sat talking to the girl, "No Alice what is Madness?"
The man sat looking at the girl on the red settee, he was about to open his mouth to speak just before he did Alice cut in, "Madness is not a state of mind" she paused, the man was again about to speak before she interrupted him again, "It's a place"
Back in the padd
Alice's RevengeAlice Liddel walks down the street of a new town she had just moved to, she was walking around trying to get familiar with her new surroundings; she didn't know the town's name yet.Alice's Revenge4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The streets were alive with people hustling about on their way to work, shop or whatever they did, Alice could really care less; she moved here because she was tired of staying in the same place her old town has nothing you could really do. This new town she was now living had a park one could even take a carriage ride through the park, there were plenty of stores and restaurants to make a shopaholic swoon.
Alice was about to pass a clock store when a young boy about her age came flying out of store almost running into her, she couldn't help notice he was clutching something in a burlap bag close to him as he darted like a bat out of hell from the store. She growled angry and dusted her apron off, "What an idiot, how rude." Alice growled angrily to herself.
A red faced man suddenly came out of the store huf