OTP AU LIST-SABRIEL-CH 2-COLLEGE AUChapter 2-College AU-Annoying and AdorableOTP AU LIST-SABRIEL-CH 2-COLLEGE AU1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Sam was trying to study his law book, he honesty was. But it was kind of hard to do since his roommate/boyfriend was distracting him.
He knows everyone thinks that they are a weird couple; him being a serious straight A law student and Gabriel being a prankster liberal art student. But they only see the outside version of them.
They don’t see the Gabriel that’s kind and lovable. Who listens patiently whenever Sam rants to him about classes, professors or his family. Who sometimes bakes cupcakes whenever either of them feel down. Gabriel who loves to cuddle and laugh.
Though right now, Sam would like nothing more than to strangle Gabriel or smother him with a pillow.
He tried to concentrate as Gabriel gave a dramatic sigh and drape himself over Sam’s back.
“You know, I know exams are important, but…Pay attention to me.” Gabriel whined.
Sam sighed and closed his textbook with a snap, feeling Gabriel tensed ag
Russia x Very Shy!Reader Pt7: S-Swimming Lessons!?Russia x Very Shy!Reader Pt7: S-Swimming Lessons!?2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warning!!!!!!!!: Some of the content in this chapter is for ages 15 or older!!! But it is not anything too mature!! You have been warned!!!
It had been about 3 weeks since Natalia kidnapped you and Ivan came to your rescue. And so far she has left you and Ivan alone, she even stopped stocking him.
Today was a hot spring day, you lied in bed awake too lazy to get out of your cozy bed. You pulled your blankets over your head and tried to fall back asleep so you could have a lazy day.
" Sis! Get up lazy cake!! There's someone here to see you!" Sammy yelled opening your bedroom door slamming it into your wall.
" I don't wanna..." You said in your normal soft voice and pulled the blankets over you more.
" Well then... I'll send our guest up here...." Sammy sighed and closed your door slowly. You curled up in a little ball to lazy to care who or what this ' Guest ' was..... After about a minute or 2 you heard the door open n close and someone what in.
You shifted around and pretended t
A New CatOur neighborhood stray is dead. I know thisA New Cat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because there is a black cat here I've never seen.
This cat is not the black splotch covered canvas stray
that clawed up and down my arm last winter
when I mistakenly tried to wrap it in a blanket
for warmth. This cat does not have the matted
fur that the stray did, does not deliberately stretch
out in front of my car tires the way the stray did
right before I had to leave for work, does not
chase lizards in the grass like the stray. This is not
the stray that aggressively meowed at me
when he wanted affection, nor is it the stray
that climbed our fence to try catching birds.
I'm certain this new cat must be lost, or else
looking for that same blotched canvas stray
that had become part of his family, too.
Beginning We EndHim, in the very beginning:Beginning We End2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in sloppy medical scrawl, because he sure as hell can't recall half or more of the conversation he just had. All that's left are words like, "terminal" and "life-expectancy" and "5-10 years". He kicks viciously at the curb, wonders how the world can be ending on a day when the sky is blue and the clouds are full and the air is sweet.
The sun plants taun
I Write.Not to make a perfect world,I Write.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But to find beauty in our flawed one.
Because It makes me feel like a god,
I can create mountains,
And then destroy them.
I don't like this world,
So I create my own.
Because I want to prove emotions exist,
I want to make people scream, cry, throw things, all because of my words.
On the off chance I can create something just a little more than words on a page.
Because no one really listens,
When I talk.
Because I'm in love with the sound the keys make when you type,
And the way the pencil moves over paper.
Because I want people to care about my characters,
The way I care about theirs.
Because I can't live forever,
But I can create something that will.
Because I want to change the world.
Italy and Romano: Do you want to make some pasta?Italy and Romano: Do you want to make some pasta?10 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Italy Veneziano Part)
Do you want to make some pasta
Come on let’s go and cook…
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It’s like you went away
We used to be best brothers
But now we aren’t
I wish you would tell me why…
Do you want to make some pasta
We can also make some pizza
Go away Fratello!!
Do you want to make some pasta
Or go clean around the halls
I think some company is overdue…
I’ve started talking to the portraits on the wall
(Hang on, Grandpa Rome)
It gets a little lonely
In this empty house
Just watching the years go by…
(Ve~, Ve~, Pasta, Pasta, Ve~, Ve~)
Please, I know you’re in there…
Everyone is asking where you are
I said “You’re Busy” and I lied for you
And I’m here for you, just let me in…
Now that Grandpa Rome is gone
It’s just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you want to make some pas
Supernatural XHunter!Reader Prologue Supernatural X reader PrologueSupernatural XHunter!Reader Prologue11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
you look at the sad scene before you,watching as the house you were born in burned down.You could hear the wail of sirens but all you could focus on was the fact you were all alone.Your parents were dead;the police didn't know it yet but you had seen the bodies before the fire had spread and your little brother was gone he wasn't there when you went to save him,he wasn't anywhere.
You were only seven then. since then you had been moved from foster home to foster home never staying for more than a few weeks.Today you were starting at yet another new school,Mid-term...oh joy.
You walk into the class with your eyes downcast and your (h/c) hair creating a curtain to hide your face.You take a seat near the back corner waiting for class to start,The bell rings and a few minutes later a blonde twit comes sauntering in;decked out in trendy clothes and too much makeup
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
Alois x Reader -- Day OneAlois x Reader -- Day One10 months ago in Romance More Like This
Your heart pounds as you take the first step up the stairs that lead to the porch of the manor. You glance up and see a few spiderwebs. They're beautiful, admittedly, and you remind yourself to observe them closer when you have the time. But right now, your thoughts are all clustered in panic.
It was just a normal day at first, when suddenly a man appeared at your doorstep. He'd given you this letter, and had had a carriage waiting to take you back to some place called "Trancy Manor." This man was beside you now, and you'd learned that he was the butler of the estate, Claude Faustus.
He had explained that his master, the Earl Alois Trancy, had requested for you specifically. I haven't done anything wrong, you think as Claude pulls out the keys to open the huge wooden double doors. Why in the world does he want me here? You hear the door click open, and Claude stands beside it, bowing and gesturing for you to enter. "Ladies first," he tells you. You nod, smiling as you sha
.a lie.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the body in
Burning IgnoranceIf you cracked my heart open like an egg,Burning Ignorance10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.
You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuff
Dripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,
Burning it raw in its midst.
I want so desperately
For you to know
That I could never hate you
Because you're that type of flawless,
That I could never be lucky enough
To have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.
I'll keep it all inside,
Because ignorance is bliss
And you're blissful.
Your Song ~ Masky/Hoodie X Suicidal!Reader((Song for this is in description))Your Song ~ Masky/Hoodie X Suicidal!Reader10 months ago in Romance More Like This
The prints in the snow were indeed from him. Each footstep hurt as if he was carrying a boulder with him. Or perhaps a large burden. Well, he was carrying a rather weighty burden really.
It was indeed freezing, as the yellow/orange coated Proxy trudged through the deep January snow.
Ah yes, winter. He had such very fond memories of this time. The shy boy loved the winter months so much. Memories of sitting around a fire, and just lazing around brought a soft smile to his hidden lips.
Oh how he wished it would be like that now. Wouldn't that be fantastic? To change the world and spin back the clock hands so you could still be here? Oh. Well, he figured it was a good thing that he couldn't feel the cold raw wind on his face. It was masked, so he guessed he was lucky.
Nah no. He wasn't lucky, he never was a lucky person.
He could still see his own breath due to the freezing cold conditions though. Still, he didn't have much longer to walk...
He huffed o
You should have seen all the people crying.You should have seen all the people crying.You should have seen all the people crying.9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
When the announcements came on,
that Monday morning, a terrible silence had befallen our tiny school.
The voice over the intercom was shaky, not her usual cheery self,
she was careful with her words, because the weight they carried
would be the rock that destroyed the silence.
She said that you had died, that they had found you in your room,
with cuts plastered on your wrist, and your head down slightly,
just enough to see your vacant eyes.
The prayer was a eulogy, filled with specs of your life,
filled with details of your minimal successes,
but it was you all the way.
God, you should've seen all the people crying.
And they were people you would hardly expect.
Be it the somber eulogy, or the thin film of melancholy that had descended upon the classroom,
by the time the girl clicked off of the intercom, the classroom was a school of muffled cries.
Or distant stares. Or hidden smirks.
The girl with the face made of makeup, t
Taking Care of Fledglings ReaderxAngels p.1 It had been a long time since the angel gang had gotten together with the Winchesters, who had added a new addition to their own family. (Name) was never very loud, more of a comforting, motherly presence even if she was only about fifteen. She had yet to meet any of the so called ‘angels’ and was still very skeptical of their existence. When a pack of four toddlers showed up at Bobby Singer’s doorstep everyone was confused. They had been more confused to see two of them carrying another one who appeared to be unconscious.Taking Care of Fledglings ReaderxAngels p.110 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Dean! Sam! It’s…uh…us….” The toddler with dark colored hair and impossibly blue eyes spoke up.
“Castiel? Is that you?” Dean asked, bending down to see the toddler closer.
“Yes. And Gabriel, Balthazar and um….Lucifer.”
“Well, let ‘em in Dean. We need
The War Ain't OverThe war's never overThe War Ain't Over11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Its always just beginning
Thinking of all the battles I've lost
Sends my brain spinning,
But the war ain't over
That much I know
So there's a chance I could take the reigns
And then I'd never let 'em go
But right now's another battle
Another hour of pain,
The enemies siege
When my smile started to wane
Under the crushing blows
Their words did to me
Though I suppose
I should be glad they weren't
Sticks and stones
Cause then where would I be?
And as my embarrassment mounts
Then comes their cavalry
Stabbing at what's left of my gaiety.
I call for a retreat
Cut the losses of my pride
Run back for shelter
And merely try to hide,
But waiting there's an ambush
Another standing infantry
All their guns dutifully
Pointing towards me.
I stand and accept their fire
Where else am I meant to go?
Here was supposed to be safe
This castle was supposed to be home.
So I pull myself together
I stride through their screams
Trying not to fall apart
Whilst they rip me to seams.
And the d
Healing TouchGawd, he couldn't stop touching him. And yet, he couldn't find the strength to care. Their separation had hurt them both and they needed this. The near constant contact.Healing Touch3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His hands sliding over Oli's lithe chest... kisses upon the delicate throat. Hands clutching to each other in desperation... fingers twining amongst hair. Tails becoming tangled... hearts beating in time to one another, one strong as a beating drum, the other soft and fluttering. Hugs; oh so many hugs as they try to meld their bodies into one.
Soft whispers of love, uttered in comforting tones. He'll never leave him like that again. Never. He promised.
The soft calling pulled Hayden from his thoughts. "Yes, baby?" He drew the smaller form of his fiance closer, curling around him a little, protective.
Oliver nuzzled his face into Hayden's chest between his tiny hands that were curled into loose fists. "I love you..."
He couldn't help the warm smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I love you too,
Prussia x Child!Reader - All because of a Cookie."Luddy!" You tug softly on Ludwig's coat, hoping to ask him for some more cookies. He look down at your 8 year old self and smiles. "Ja?" He asks as he pokes your head. "Can I have another cookie?" You grin innocently.Prussia x Child!Reader - All because of a Cookie.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stares at you for a minute then sighs, "Fine." He simply says as he opens up the cookie monster cookie jar from the counter and hands you two cookies. You gasp and quickly grab them finally running towards the living room, "Hey! you're forgetting something!" Ludwig calls, you suddenly stop at the kitchen doorway. "Danke Luddy~" You grin and run into the living room.
You sit yourself down on the couch and begin chewing on a nice and soft chocolate chip cookie. You then remembered how your mom would come by soon to pick you up from the Beilschmidt's residence, since they were only babysitting you while your mom was at work. You sighed into your cookie and continued chewing, except this time you were a bit more saddened.
"Vhat's vrong little one?" Gilbert walked into the
30 Day Trans Challenge: Day 130 Day Trans Challenge: Day 13 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When did you learn the term "transgender" referred to you?
That's Hannah up there.
Well, You see I grew up in a Christian house with 5 older siblings (3 sisters and 1 brother). Yes, I grew up as a little girl and never really heard the term Trans till about the age of twelve or so. During that time I knew there was something different about me compared to the other kids I played with but obviously didn't really pay much attention to it. My friends and I played "imaginary games" Where now I'd just call it poor roleplay. hah. But they always had me play the boy roles and told me that I'd make a really cool guy or that I'd be better as one. Which only furthered my confusion though I didn't think too much into it.
Once I started 6th grade I instantly became best friends with this girl named Lucy. I found her adorable, really nice, cool, and slowly found that my feelings drifted from best friend to love interest I guess. So one night when I slept over she kisse
From the BeginningFrom the Beginning2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leaves leaves leaves! Nuala likes leaves. They were all green. And they were swishy when you walked past them. Some of them were tasty, but she much preferred her mother's milk. Bright blue eyes focussing on the nearest leaf of this particular bush, she reached out and gummed it with barely-protruding teeth. YUK! This one wasn't so tasty.
Picking up her dainty little head, she fanned out her radar-dish ears and trotted on down the path some more. Swish swish swish! Her downy mane stuck up from the delicate crest of her neck, blonde like the whisp of tail hair at the end of the ridiculously long limb. Tiny hooves left the smallest tracks, hardly bigger than a squirrel's paw. She tried to keep all her legs in line, but sometimes they wouldn't listen and she'd stumble sideways. Nope! Nope! Nope! She was going to be a princess! And princesses didn't stumble. Mummy said so. Setting herself straight again, she started off again, trot trot trot.
She was a pale cream in colour, irregular lines