DM The Big Question.***This takes place about two months after the girls are officially adopted.DM The Big Question.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Gru. . .Can I ask you something without you freaking out?"
Staring ahead for a minute, Gru's eyes tightly closed, hoping it wasn't the big question he'd been dreading. The one about, de birds and de bees! Still. . .he was a parent now, and his mother said that this was inevitable. So. . .
Swallowing hard, he turned toward Margo, and sat across from her at the kitchen table.
"Yes? What is it?" He asked, bracing himself. Now he watched as his oldest daughter hesitated, then asked, "Why. . .are you so scared of girls?"
" What ?" he choked out, nearly spitting up his coffee.
Cocking her head, Margo smirked over his befuddled reaction, "I said. . .why are you so-"
"Scared?" Gru cut off with some embarrassment. "If I were scared, I wouldn't have you three! A
Despicable We: Chapter 1A FEW DAYS LATERDespicable We: Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We return now to a familiar neighborhood. Remember that fountain?
Sure you do--that same little boy who had dropped his Strawberry Jelly
Bean Supreme cone is there again today.
The little boy (called Robert) was walking a little cautiously today. He
hadn't forgotten what happened the last time he was here. The red
balloon he carried bobbed nervously on its string. His brown eyes
shifted about the park; then, seeing no one suspicious, trotted past
Almost immediately, that same bald man with the striped scarf walked
right past him.
Wide-eyed and stifling a scream, Robert clutched his balloon in both
hands and froze, willing the figure to go away. The man turned a corner
and disappeared from sight. The kid looked to the ground and breathed
a sigh of relief.
"Oh hello, leetle bahloon boi!"
As if from nowhere, he reappeared again. The bald
DM The BullyDM The Bully5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This story actually takes place about three to six months before Gru gets the girls. And if you think Gru's life as a supervillain was boring before they came. . .think again!
Here. . . is what would be a typical day, being a little more chaotic than normal. For today was the payday for all the Minions. After all, they were employees of Gru. And he would pay them individually on a monthly basis!
By 1:00PM that day, they all gathered together in the hanger, and assembled in a long line.
Despicable We Ch. 2"What's it say? What's it say?" Edith bounced up and down, trying toDespicable We Ch. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
get a glimpse of the letter. Gru glanced down at his second daughter
in amusement--her bounces had only brought her up to waist height on
him, not nearly close enough to see.
The letter had come in a blood red envelope with gold embossed letters.
The paper the letter itself was printed on felt like silk and gleamed like
gold. The words glinted iridescently, belying the troubling message
GREETINGS FELLOW SUPER VILLAIN GRU
YOUR PRESENCE IS RESPECTFULLY REQUESTED ON AUGUST THE
IN WHICH YOU WILL BE PRESENTED WITH THE
MOST MAGNIFICENTLY MALICIOUS AWARD
FOR YOUR REMARKABLE AND HISTORICAL WORK IN THE GREAT
NO RSVP IS REQUIRED; YOU WILL ARRIVE...OR ELSE
THE COMMITEE OF SUPER VILLAINS
Gru had stared at the letter, at a loss for words. Edith, deciding that
bouncing was no longer working, began to
Gru's Plea. . .Gru's Plea. . .5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
***Normally I don't post summeries. But this is too important not to.
For those of you who already know "Despicable Me," back and fourth. This little scenario fits right into place. I actually pictured this as a deleted scene that wasn't shown in the movie. It would take place right after Gru rescued the girls from Vector. Although the following scene in the movie shows them back in their room, there is one thing that still had to happen. . . .
Gru's Plea. . .
Despicable We Ch. 3The great thing about being in the middle of nowhere is that you neverDespicable We Ch. 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
have to worry about a parking spot. Especially since Dr. Nefario was
that type who would spend hours looking for the perfect spot. (Gru's
last batch of "parallel parkings" had cropped up several times in one
week, leaving the Doctor growling about all the insurance paperwork he
had to fill out. For this reason, he had insisted on piloting the airship.
Gru almost argued that, since you don't need to parallel park an
AIRSHIP, it wouldn't matter, but decided to save his breath. It was
already going to be a long night as it was.)
As the ship's motors wound down, the side hatch swung open. The
older Doctor tilted his hat this way and that, to see what was the most
becoming of his wrinkly head. Gru tugged at the bowtie and sighed. A
long, long night.
"Naow remember," Gru lectured, "we're onlee here bec
Despicable We Ch. 4"Ooohhhnnnn...." an agonized voice groaned. This was the groan of aDespicable We Ch. 45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
man who had not just stepped out of his personal boundaries, but
rather of one who had blown his boundaries to Heck and back with a
nuclear detonation device, then kicked the remains into tiny pieces for
In short, Gru had one wicked hangover.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" Nefario called out cheerfully as he
threw open the heavy velvet curtains to the left of Gru's bed.
The red bedsheet rustled then curled into a tight ball as another groan
floated into the air. "...pleaze to be goeeng away..."
Nefario chuckled to himself. "Someone had a little too much last night."
"Yoo theenk?" The blanket writhed again as the Doctor threw the
curtains to the right of Gru's bed open. "Pleaze stop doeeng dat..."
"Come on, Gru, time's a wasting!"
"Vell, eet can waste a few meenutez longer, den...HEY!" Nefario had
yanked the blanket off of Gru;
Beautiful - OneshotRoxanne thought Megamind was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.Beautiful - Oneshot4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was in everything he did, every word he said, every exaggerated expression on his lively face that pulled her in. She was in so far now, she couldn't even imagine how she'd gone through life without him.
He was beautiful when he was working, hunched over some small device or standing atop a wooden stool so he could reach a massive invention. His face bent in concentration that was occasionally interrupted by him excitedly biting his lower lip, his eyebrows shooting up. He would have a mess of papers and symbols and notes and equations all around him, and was somehow able to make sense of it all. Somehow was able to know just what to do to carry out his vision.
He was beautiful when he was showing her his latest invention, all zealous and proud, wanting to impress her. Waiting for her approval. And then absolutely ecstatic when she would express to him how she was blown away by his mind. She loved the way he would
Despicable We: Ch. 7DESPICABLE WEDespicable We: Ch. 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's a terrible feeling when you have discovered your home has been broken into. Prized possessions have been stolen, furniture has been moved around, and your sense of safety and security is gone. A complete stranger has the audacity to force their way into a place that is not theirs and do with it what they will, without your permission.
Now take that feeling and imagine that it's your brain that's been broken into. And that, incredibly enough, you are the thief.
Gru was struggling with this concept, but it was the closest he could come to understanding what was going on. Here he was, dashing toward the museum, but it wasn't him in control, but another him. The Old him, perhaps? Or perhaps a darker version of himself, one that had been hiding all these years.
"Hey!" he yelled in his mind. "I don't know who'z een here veeth me, but I don't appreciate vhat yoo are doeeng!"
In his mind's
Despicable We: Chapter 6For the first half hour after Nefario left, several plans of action ranDespicable We: Chapter 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
through Gru's head. He considered chasing after the mad doctor. He
debated over letting the old fart leave for good. He raged one moment
and almost sobbed the next, knowing every minute that ticked past was
one more minute he was not using to fix his problems. So he settled
on the craziest plan in the bunch.
He called his mom.
"Hello?" her less than dulcet tones answered over the phone.
"Oh, what is this, my son actually remembers I'm alive?"
Gru almost stabbed the "End Call" button on his phone, but settled for
gritting his teeth. "Sorree, Ma."
"So what is it? You never call unless you need something out of me,"
she continued shrewishly.
"Yoo know vhat, never mind," Gru snapped back. "I don't need theez
"What do you mean, 'right now'? What's going on?"
Gru didn't say anything for a moment, but simply held
Mr. Ritchi Roxanne looked up and saw Megamind already waiting for her at their table. It was exactly the same as she remembered, only better, because Megamind wasn't Bernard now; he was him. As she went to sit down, Megamind stood and pulled her chair out for her. She smiled. "Thank you."Mr. Ritchi4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"My pleasure," he purred, and sat down in his seat across from her. He had obviously put so much into this date; Roxanne was surprised. It was a year after everything had happened, a year after the night she found out he was Bernard, and after all this time, and all the assurance that he didn't have to, Megamind still wanted to make it up to her. He had been here hours earlier to arrange the tables just so, to find the exact tablecloths and napkins that had been used, even the same type and color of candles. There wasn't a thing out of place, and Roxanne almost felt like they had gone back in time, only this time Megamind was himself, not Bernard...
Despicable We: Chapter 5Gru stared numbly at the Eye of Artemis twinkling up at him in the earlyDespicable We: Chapter 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No no no no," he whispered hoarsely, "haow did deez happen?"
His eyes darted about the living room nervously, but thankfully, no one
else was awake yet. Gru put the Eye under the blanket and wrapped it
into a ball. He was going to have to hide the Eye and figure out how to
return it later. At the moment, he was more worried about how he stole
the Eye without even remembering doing so.
As he stood up, Gru stretched...only to feel his wrist encircled by teeth.
"Kyle!" Gru hissed at the hairy little piranha-dog. He shook his arm, but
Kyle only growled and tightened his grip.
"Let...GO!" Leaning on one foot, Gru planted his other socked foot
against Kyle's head (his other hand was still holding the blanketed Eye)
and struggled to push the monster off.
"Gruuuuu!" Nefario's voice drifted through the house.
America x Reader - Heartbreak WarfareAmerica x Reader - Heartbreak Warfare1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Alfred felt the weight of the guitar between his hands, the soft leather of the handle that kept it still, so worn out by the many years of use; hang on his back pressing against his shoulder blades with a somewhat familiar and comforting presence. It made him sit slightly curved on the wooden stool, his fingers playing with the metal strings distractedly, glancing down since the lights from the stage were directed at him, creating a blinding effect. He couldn’t quite distinguish the people inside that packed little bar, only perceiving heads and vague features, nothing that could tell him much about the nameless crowd that listened to his music. It was soothing, in a way. Being surrounded by a bubble of anonymity and a cape of invisibility, even if he knew that the others could still see him. But, in his mind, he was alone with his guitar.
And that was enough.
Slowly, the song began to pour out of his mouth, unstoppable as a river finally breaking through the barrage that always
Expiriments"Thank you for helping me with my backyard Victor."Expiriments2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lucy smiled as she wiped beads of sweat from her forehead with one gloved hand. Vector rolled his eyes as he dumped freshly mown grass into a large eco can. "I told you Lucy, it's Vector, not Victor." Lucy put her hands on her hips, her smile turning to a frown. "And I told you that I don't know you by that name, so you're staying Victor, got it?" Vector nodded quickly, taking a step back bumping into the lawn mower. Lucy shook her head as she chuckled while she grabbed the can and took it to the side yard, and came back to see Vector wiping his hands on his bright orange pants. Lucy didn't know why he was wearing his so-called "warm-up suit" on a day like this. It was a hot, sunny day in the middle of July at Lucy's house, and instead of wearing her usual getup, she was wearing blue jean shorts, a blue tank top, sneakers, and her hair was up in a pony tail with a red and white checkered bandana tied around it.
"Why did you help me an
Gru Can Let GoGru Can Let GoGru Can Let Go5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a few weeks after Gru adopted the girls. He was still learning to be a dad. And the one thing he always fell victim to was his youngest adopted daughter, Agnes. Whenever he seen her smile, or her big pleading eyes, he caved in. So of course, the day Agnes asked him to teach her how to ride a bike, he couldn't refuse. The wind blowing in her face, the sidewalk flying beneath her little pink bike. It was the little 5 years olds first real taste of freedom. Gru ran along beside her, holding the back of her bike so she didn't fall. As they neared the street, she looked up at Gru. "You can let go now daddy. I think I can do this on my own. It's a little bit scary, but I'll be okay now, daddy. You can let go."
~20 years later~
Standing at the altar next to her father and her soon to be husband, Agnes had never felt happier in her life. the preacher turned to them. "Who gives this woman?" Gru's eyes
France x Reader - Beauty Can Be Held In Anything"Aren't the roses beautiful?" Francis asks me as we walk along the rose garden, the aroma overwhelming. I smile, hands in my pockets. The warm sun beats down on us as I look around me at all the different colors and shades of roses around us. Looking up at my friend, I say,France x Reader - Beauty Can Be Held In Anything1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"I suppose. They're not my favorite thing in the world, though." He smiles back at me, saying,
"That is only natural. Perhaps you see beauty in a different way."
"And so do you," I say. Then I smirk, continuing, "Although, you do tend to think everything can be beautiful."
"Beauty can be held in anything, and everything. It is in the eye of the beholder, and you are my definition of beautiful," Francis says softly, lifting my chin up. I feel heat rush to my face, unable to speak. My mouth opens, but I can't speak. Francis laughs at my flustered behavior as my cheeks get redder. I frown, saying,
"I-it's not funny! What do you find so beautiful about me anyways? Shouldn't something beautif
Style - When You Smile - Chapter 8Chapter 8 - Dinner Alone, TonightStyle - When You Smile - Chapter 81 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think you should... Go home now Laura."
"What!" she snapped.
"I... This isn't what I want... I'm sorry"
"Well fuck you Kyle, you know as well as me I can ruin this internship for you!"
"Look..." Kyle shifted to sit up while she jumped off the bed with a huff, hooking up her bra and slipping her top back on. "I can't do this, please... If you actually like me, don't do this to me" he looked at her pleadingly, while trying his best not to look vulnerable. She didn't say anything, just glared at him and left his room, left his apartment. His and Stan's apartment. With a sigh, he got off his bed and went to Stan's room. He stood there in the doorway for a few moments, watching his gentle breathing.
"... Stan?" he whispered. No response. "Stan, are you awake?" He said this louder, and it seemed to work. He repeated his question, and Stan shifted as his breathing lost it's steady rhythm.
"Go away, Kyle."
Kyle was silent for a
Little Metrocity Megamind paced the hall outside the hospital room anxiously, his new black cape flowing out behind him. "It'll be OK, Sir," Minion told his master for perhaps the hundredth time that night.Little Metrocity4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's just like back in my shool house!" Megamind exclaimed.
"That's school house, Sir."
"Whatever. I feel like everyone but me knows what's going on!"
"Sir, everything will be fine. Why don't you work on your new invention?" Minion asked, holding it out to his master.
"Oh, fine!" he said, taking it and sitting down. He began tinkering with the new item. It was a special thing, something secret, a surprise. Only Minion knew about it. Minion was the right-hand man, his best friend and evil-well, good companion/sidekick.
Just as he was putting on the finishing touches, a nurse came out of Roxann
Wedding Clint x readerGo to description for a link to see the wedding gown.Wedding Clint x reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Clint!” Your teeth shone brightly as your lips pulled back into the largest smile they were capable of.
“Hi (name). Listen I have to go do something. I’ll meet you in the archery room tonight at around eight.” The words rushed out of Clint’s mouth and you stood still trying to piece together the sentence. Inwardly Clint sighed in relief as he dropped a kiss to the top of your head and practically sprinted from the hangar.
“Wait Clint I-“ Your lips twisted into a frown as you trailed off. You should’ve known he would be long gone by the time you detangled the words. He did that every time he wanted to distract you. Sometimes you hated that man. Of course the time you decided to be all romantic by reserving a table at his favorite restaurant would be when he was busy.
With a large sigh you slowly shuffled from the hangar. You had a half
A Nervous Proposal [Sastiel]Sam Winchester and Castiel Novak have been together for about 3 years now and their relationship was like any other one. It had its hard times and then it had its great times.A Nervous Proposal [Sastiel]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam has thought about asking Cas to marry him, but he was so nervous, he didn’t know if Cas would say yes. He had already bought the ring and everything. He’s been trying to muster up the courage to ask Castiel for more than a couple weeks! He just can’t seem to pop the question.
A couple more days passed and Castiel started to notice how strange his lover was acting. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Sam not being able to sit still or when Cas asked a question, Sam would stammer his words. He was starting to get really worried about him.
“Sam, what’s going on?” Cas frowned, taking the other man’s hand.
“N-Nothing. Why would you-you ask that? I’m f-fine.” Sam stuttered then cursing under his breath for seeming so nervous again at a simple question.
Worth of a Name (RomanoxReader)Worth of a NameWorth of a Name (RomanoxReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Request for UntamedWolf
“I told you not to call me that!”
“Fine. Lovino. Why do you call Antonio a ‘Tomato Bastard’?”
“Because he’s a bastard who eats tomatoes. Why the Hell else?”
“But you’re also a bastard who eat tomatoes.”
“Yeah but I- Oi! Who are you calling a bastard?”
The Italian boy growled a bit at you with narrowed olive eyes before his expression softened ever so slightly. He leaned back on one of the giant pillows at the head of your bed, thin fingers intertwined under his auburn hair. His bright eyes shut and you gazed longingly at him.
It was strange. You felt this deep sadness every time you saw Lovino with Antonio. You wished he would be the same way with you as he was around the giggly Spaniard, but you didn’t know why. It’s not like you wanted the fiery Italian swearing at you every time
Blurry Picture (ReixReader)Blurry PictureBlurry Picture (ReixReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The rain was nice, quiet. A little escape of yours from the world known as high school.
Rei was walking through the park when he saw you, hair covering your face as you shivered in the cold, but he knew you without having to see your face by the beautiful shine of your (h/c) hair and the careful way you held yourself.
The rain had soaked your uniform’s skirt and thin shirt, yet you didn’t move out of the rain. Curious, he took his place next to you on the damp wooden bench you sat on.
You said nothing other than a polite greeting as he sat. He returned the hello and watched you as you pushed the hair out of your face and turned to look at him.
You gently pulled the glasses off of his face and placed them neatly in the breast pocket of his dampened white dress shirt.
“(F/n), please,” he chided, “I can’t see if you do that.”
Smiling softly, you folded your hands in your lap and looked up into the rain. “I kn
Unpredictable At Last "You're SOOOOO predictable," Roxanne Ritchi told Megamind.Unpredictable At Last4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh really," said Megamind, swiveling over to a panel and pulling a lever. "Is THIS predictable?"
"Alligators, yess, I was thinking about it on the way over."
"I see. But I'll bet you never predicted-" he swiveled closer to her until they were eye to eye, nose to nose. "This!" he whispered, and kissed her, full on the lips, with tongue. No, Roxanne had most certainly NOT predicted this. She was so much in shock that she had no idea what to do, she couldn't move. And after a moment, she began to actually...Enjoy it. Minion, also, had not predicted this-Not even Megamind had planned it, really, and Megamind planned everything-at all, and he wasn't sure what to do. He was so surprised that he stumbled back, accidentally activating the two-way screens at the Metro Man Museum.
Secrets in Ivory (SebastianxReader)Secrets in IvorySecrets in Ivory (SebastianxReader)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Request for Red-Alchemist
You weren’t very talented at playing it but you certainly did your best. It was the last thing your father taught you before he passed away, leaving you alone in a mansion suitable for a large family.
You practiced everyday, especially when you felt depressed over your loss. It was soothing, therapeutic. The servants and maids went about their daily business of cleaning and cooking while your butler oversaw that they didn’t enter the piano room while you were playing.
The grand piano made of polished, dark wood was your only friend. It whispered secrets to you. Secrets that had long been hidden beneath it’s polished hood.
Maids pleasuring lords on it’s sturdy bench, serving girls chittering rumors as they dusted it’s surface, a shattered glass that a servant cleaned up but didn’t replace, and a murder.
It wouldn’t tell you the details, only that someone died