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Gaara groaned as he collapsed against a wall with a shuddering gasp.
Lee grinned wickedly before speedily removing his hand from clutching at the kazekages shaft and immediately moved up to tug at the zipper on the familiar green suit. He pulled it down forcefully before sliding a hand inside and rubbing his palms over the flawless skin greedily. He watched a pink tinge slowly making its way across Gaaras face before descending lower; tinging the whole body with a delicate shade of pink.
The redhead moaned pleadingly and arched against the wall; pressing into the touch aggressively as he gripped at his friends shoulders and pulled. When physical contact was forced he ground against the leaf shakily.
Lee was prepared to take this further; but there was the sound of footsteps followed by a sharp gasp. They both looked up to see a number of ninja watching them from the kitchen dorway. A bandaged hand immediately receded and rezipped the
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Gaara had a habit of secluding himself.....always on the rooftop. And tonight was no exception.
He was lying flat on his back....arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the starry sky...pondering what Naruto had said. What he had said about love....and friendship. Bonds?
His gaze removed itself from the sky.....staring now at the edge of the roof as he let out a fretful sigh.
His eyes narrowed as they locked onto a lone, nighttime bird.
A beautiful bird.....
And oblivious to the dangerous boy it was sitting by.
You havent killed anyone today. Shukaku mumbled crankily from inside Gaaras head.
The redhead winced at the tone.
He had a feeling about what was coming next....
Yeah, so? he replied to the demon.....his voice slightly shaking.
Dont get smart with me. I want blood spilled.... Shukaku growled fiercely.
You know..... he trailed off devilishly. Enjoyment.the voice finished in a e
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Lee quickly struggled to his feet and grabbed at the back of Gaara. Lehve him lone! Yeh know he dun like fection...and yer playing on his...state of mind at deh moment.
Gaara was pulled back to Lee and he grasped at his friend when he nearly fell to the ground again. His eyes widened innocently as he clutched at Lee. Infection?he questioned in confusion. Lee grinned evilly. Yesh, Gerra. Naruto has a nashty one...dun touch him. Or da others....he infected dem alrehhy. He grinned at his fast and wicked thinking, even in his state. But the blonde huffed and stepped forward.
Gaara shrieked in fear and held onto Lee;
Geh way! I dun wan a disease!
The whiskered boy glared dangerously at Lee before stepping closer.
Yer fine, Gaara. Leh-san is lying. He dun wan to play a game....he wan yeh the be bored all nigh.
Gaara glanced to Lee at the statement and his grip loosened.
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A furry cats tail swished mischievously as the strange creature slept. And it was indeed strange. A normal person might have thought that it was a genetic experiment but no. It was a miracle. It was a boy. An odd boy with cat ears .and a tail. He opened his wide brown eyes as he jerked awake, his ears twitching as he heard footsteps approaching.
Lee . A voice called urgently. The cat-boy stretched lazily, pulling himself from his drowsy haze. His gaze rose to the door as it banged open, crashing into the wall behind it. Lee. The voice said again, this time in relief. The miracle child rose from the couch coming to stand in front of the man who was aggravatedly calling to him.
You have a mission. The older man sighed. For years he had protected this oddball. But there was no way to get him out of this one. The hokage had specifically requested Lee. For his taijutsu .his stealthiness Having cat-blood gave you a
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Gaara was mentally cursing himself at the moment. Cursing himself, his momentary lack of concentration, and his shaking body. He had no idea where he was, due to the fabric over his eyes. He could tell what it was by the metal strip digging into his forehead. And it was seriously pissing him off that someone had used his own headband to blindfold him.
Okay; so he had that figured out. He could tell that he was trapped, it felt hot and humid where he was, so therefore he came to the conclusion it was a very small room, and he was trapped. He tugged in his arms, but felt them restricted by heavy metal chains.
Although he had concluded almost all of his situation, he had no idea where he was, why he was there....or who brought him there. Or why his ass was tingling.
He could hear a faint buzz, followed by a trembling sensation inside him that was causing him to shiver uncontrollably as a undignified moan escaped his lips.
He gasped sharply and went slack in the binds as he felt his
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The voice called through his bedroom door. When he had gotten home he had gone straight to his room, and threw himself on his bed. His vow wasnt exactly going as smoothly as he had hoped.
Gaara ignored his sister as she called through the door until .
Gaara! You have a visitor!
She shouted impatiently. Gaara sat up on his bed, a confused expression twisting his face and crinkling the kanji on his forehead. Who the hell would visit HIM?
He inched to the edge of his bed reluctant to leave his room. His bloodlust was burning dangerously. Who is it? he asked suspiciously.
Footsteps were heard .cautiously approaching his room. It is Rock Lee of Konohagakure. I was sent to Suna for a mission and well, I wanted to visit. Lee explained obediently. Why would you want to visit me? I almost killed you . Gaara trailed off still not removing himself from his bed to open the doo
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Sorry! Oh my GOD, Im sorry
Lees face turned a startling shade of red at the interruption.
Its not what you think Naruto
He quickly pushed the redhead off of him who was giving an extremely sulky expression to the other two boys. Lee abruptly handed over the bag of sweets to his kazekage friend.
The older leaf sighed heavily as his friend snatched at the bag happily before munching away on a cookie. The brown gaze turned to the blonde.
I was teasing him..and he tackled me for the cookies
An icy glare abruptly focused on the blonde, and the older boy.
You should know better. Havent you learned by now? Fool.
Lee laughed slightly at Gaaras reply and turned to Naruto. See? Nothing to worry about, and certainly nothing inappropriate going on. The sound of cookies being eaten halted as Gaara swallowed hurriedly and stared at the two questioningly.
What do you
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The two ninja re-entered the kitchen....and Lees gaze lowered as a number of eyes glanced from one to the other in shock.
Hey, Gaara. Not bad. Perhaps you should wear spandex more often....
The redhead growled in response to this and sat on a stool in the corner of a room...picking up another bottle, and drinking from it.
Lee took his seat again...looking very much like the sand ninja as he crossed his arms sulkily.
Turn were taken; and Lee watched as Naruto downed shot after shot. He was sure the boy was refusing just to get his drink.
Lee tensed as they came to him again.
I dare you to dronk a whole bottle of this.
He shoved the glass container forward.
I didnt pick truth or dare.
Would yeh ratheh I ask who yeh wanner fuck?
Lee grabbed the bottle as a blush slid over his face.
There was a chorus of drunken laughter.
Lee stared at the bottle apprehensively.If he refused; h
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Aqua eyes slit dangerously before the kazekage pulled on one of the leafs ears.
Bad Leh! Bad!
He licked his lips before leaning closer and biting on his friends neck hard enough to leave a teeth-shaped bruise behind.
Brown eyes widened in shock before Lee yelped and rubbed at the spot when the sand ninjas mouth was removed, but the kazekage hummed innocently as he glanced around the room dizzily before swiftly stepping away from the leaf and grabbing a large bottle of the strongest liquor in the kitchen as he grabbed onto a bandaged wrist. Lessgo pleh tha gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame!
He proceeded the stumble into the living room; running into random furniture, and tripping over legweights; cursing violently as he did. He pulled Lee after him; and sat on the floor; pulling the leaf to sit by his side as the rest of the shinobi re-gathered around the circle.
The blopnde gave an exaggerated sigh before passing the bowl to Lee once again.
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Lee sighed and released Gaara; watching as the redhead took a shaky step away.
Yesh, Gerra. Jush...dun geh carried aweh...hm? The leaf pleaded of his friend...earning a grin in response. Curse noh, Lee-shan. The kazekage headed to the circle of awaiting shinobi excitedly, and Lees brown gaze traveled over the spandex clad body. He mentally agreed with Naruto. Gaara did look excellent in spandex. The material clung to all the right muscles....
Lee smacked a palm to his head and groaned; slumping back on the couch. I....I dun think sho, G-Geji Ma-mayo...
Lee glanced up at the nickname and crossed his arms sulkily..
Ill juss wait over here...
You have to play...
Lee whined in complaint and stomped a foot childishly.
I dun WANT to!
He pouted darkly and leaned back on the couch in refusal.
He could hear hopping and looked up in time to see Gaara hovering over him with a pleading expression.
Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wingRest My Sweetest Darling in Free Verse More Like This
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?
There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say
We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have loved you, and watched you fly away
But in this cold and clammy cave is where you have to stay
We'll lay you down to rest for now, so just dream of better times
Your mother and I will be the ones to atone for our crimes
Sleep for now and rest yourself for you needn't ever rise
We will stay and watch you drift away, before our very eyes...
"My dearest Mideen
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Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
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Down into well, poor Timmy fell,
Down he fell into the pits of hell.
Brought into hell by an eldritch spell,
Poor little Timmy who fell down the well.
Alone he cowered and shivered and shook,
He shook for hours, so long it took,
So long it took for him to feel well,
Well enough to explore this hell...
Through pathways littered with scenes most gory;
Most gory indeed was little Timmy's story,
A story of fear and suffering defined,
Poor little Timmy, he ran out of time...
Now then, I think I'll go welcome my little guest...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th December 2012
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They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
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You are but a simple pawn;
Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil.
You were not meant to be here -
But unfortunately, here you are my friend...
Now then, I do not wish to drag this out;
There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little.
However - without your confession - I'm afraid that
I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with...
Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty...
Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream,
At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear.
Instead we'll begin with a simple agony;
A quick taste of your pain to whet my appetite...
We'll begin with just a thin incision,
One that is made in the center of both your eyelids.
And then, then we'll make another cut - this one just above the eyes...
Ah, I will adore the feeling of watching your skin peel apart
As the scalpel bites in and draws it aside; much like the curtain
Set upon a theatre stage. It is the
The Misadventures of ChenbeardA humorous adventure filled with accents, jokes and every single reference we can possible get away with!The Misadventures of Chenbeard in Short Stories More Like This
Story One: He’s a Pirate After All…
…and so it came to pass that the once great pirate captain, Chenbeard the Mighty, found himself adrift upon the lonely currents of the ocean. Having been exiled from his crew, mostly from drinking too much of the rum and stealing underwear, the captain found his fate taking a rather sad turn. He had been knocked unconscious, bound and gagged, then tossed unceremoniously into one of the many dinghies that adorned the sides of the Sangue Padre.
Ordinarily, an exiled captain would find himself tossed into swirling currents of the sea. It was not uncommon for many of them to lose their lives in this fashion, but those within the crew that remained loyal to him, voted instead for a more humane end to his career.
Thus we begin the tale of Chenbeard the pirate, once a great man and now a mere hobo of the seve
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I find it funny, at times,
In this reality, of mine.
When the heroes fall and demons rise.
In the fight for freedom, filled with lies.
But such is the nature of the templar divine.
With righteous chains, they'll keep us in line.
Afraid to face the true demon he fears.
He'll punishes the public, for their rightful jeers.
And thus ends the "hero's" tale...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2013
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Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
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When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
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Indeed you are absolutely superior. A divine being, more intelligent,
Learned and completely right in everything you say about me.
However, if I might be permitted to as they say in slang
"Drop the beat", then I'd like to show you my own style of doing things.
Art thou ready for this my sibling from a different parent?
Sir can I have just a moment of your time? I think I lost
My will, let me sit and bust a rhyme rappin' like I'm
Edgar Allan singin' Raven songs, thank god I have a
life and love that keeps me really strong. See I
Understand the fact that you may not like the things I do,
Structure in your brain is wrapped tight like a metal screw.
But this is what you do when you are young
I'm breaking all the rules until I finally get sung!
So pass it on over if you're done with the whiny mic,
I'd like to show the world a new style it's the Chen life;
So everyone go 'Chen boo', this all the 'Chen boo',
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Cry waited silently in the hallway, trying to calm himself before knocking on the door. He was standing outside Pewdie's door, gripping two pieces of luggage and a large black backpack slung over his shoulder.
Hesitantly knocking, Cry waited for someone to answer the door. He expected Pewdie to get Marzia to answer - Afterall, they hadn't left on very good terms. But, to his surprise, it was Pewdie who answered.
"Sup." Cry grinned, unable to help himself.
Pewdie grinned back, trusting Cry. "Hey, bro - Come on, you know where the guest room is." He beckoned his friend in.
Cry walked in, heading straight for the guest room. He felt like a prisoner who just got out of jail, but is still on probation - He had to watch were he stepped, had to make sure he didn't crunch any toes. He was definitely glad to be back, though.
Suddenly, Cry almost fell. An extra hundred pounds had just clung to his back, forcing him to use the wall to keep his balance. He
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Pewdie silently drove Cry to the airport, barely speaking at all. Cry, likewise, said nothing and stared out the window. Eventually, Pewdie muttered "Come back in a couple months once you've sorted yourself out, Cry."
Cry looked up at him. He wanted to ask him something, but he was certain it would just start another argument. Instead, he just shook his head and pulled the plane ticket out of his pocket. "I guess I'll see you, then." He muttered.
Pewdie pulled into the airport parking lot, turning the engine off. He turned to Cry. "I'm serious. Don't come back until you know what you're doing. We can still Co-Op and stuff, but if you bring any of this up on recording, I'll have to hunt you down and punch you."
Simply shrugging, Cry got out of the car, taking his stuff out of the trunk, once Pewdie popped it, and walking to Pewdie's side of the car. He tapped the window and gave Pewdie a peace sign before walking away.
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It's been only a couple days since Cry entered the hospital with his bullet wound. Luckily, Pewdie's friend should be discharged within the week.
Marzia walked into the living room, where Pewdie was sitting with his laptop on his knees. "Have you seen the paper?" Marzia asked him as she gripped a mug of tea. She had the newspaper tucked under her arm. "Cry's in it."
She handed the paper to Pewdie. Cry's story was on the front page, though he has remained anonymous by request. One particular part of the news clipping made him frowned.
Elliot Sigvard, 23, is charged for theft and attempted murder. He was sentenced to nineteen years in jail. Sigvard, who pleaded guilty to the shooting and theft, was given the chance be bailed from jail. Sigvard's parents payed to have their son out jail. Sigvard is now on probation and will...
Pewdie ignored the rest of it. "That's a little unsettling." He murmured.
"I'll say. It makes me wonder if he's going to come b
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"Hey, Cry!" Pewdie called from the front entryway. Cry sighed and slowly got up, walking out to his friend. Pewdie was standing next to a girl who was about as tall as him with bright blond hair and sharp blue eyes. She wore a small black dress and had matching pumps on.
Pewdie gestured to her. "This is a friend of Marzia's; Her name is Gertrude. She likes to swim. She's had a long distance relationship, before, and she can fluently speak French, Swedish, English and Klingon, or some crap like that."
Gertrude frowned, but nodded. She gave Cry a small wave. "Hi." She smiled.
"Pewdie, what is..." Cry blinked as Marzia walked by in a strapless, deep purple dress that reached her knees. He noticed Pewdie had a pin striped vest on over a dress shirt, wearing dress pants. Cry sighed. "Are you kidding me, Pewdie?"
Pewdie flashed him a warning glare. "Now go get on something nice, Cry."
"I don't have anything nice with me."
Pewdie glanced over at Marzia, who nodded a
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The moment Cry closed his door, he started packing. He didn't know when he was leaving, but when he did, he wanted to be ready.
He stuffed all his packed bags under the bag, so it was all together. He left everything out except for his laptop, which he turned on and opened up the browser. He typed in the name of the nearby airport (Which he barely remembered) and searched for the flight times.
The door opened, Pewdie sticking his head in hesitantly.
"What?" Cry asked, not looking up.
"What's wrong with you? I try doing something nice to help you, and you freak the hell out." Pewdie frowned.
"Because I don't want a girlfriend..." Cry murmured, his tone slightly aggravated. "... You know that. I don't understand why you can't see that." He looked back at his laptop. "The fact that you tried to set me up with a random chick hurts."
Pewdie glanced behind him, then stepped in, closing the door behind him. "Cry, I can't stand to watch you do this to yo
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When Pewdie woke, the entire apartment was silent. He sat up in the darkness of his bedroom and looked down beside. Marzia was sleeping soundly, unaware of Pewdie. The alarm clock on the side table next to the bed. It was four in the morning.
Getting up from the bed, Pewdie crossed the hall to the bathroom, closing the bedroom door behind him. He doubted he'd be able to get back to sleep, again.
After finishing in the bathroom, Pewdie paused in the hallway. He thought he heard what sounded like... muffled music. He turned. The music was coming from the guest room. It seemed Cry was awake, still.
Knocking gently on the guest room door before opening it, Pewdie stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
Cry looked up from his laptop. He must've been sitting here in the dark for hours, his laptop the only source of light. Music was playing softly from the speakers of his laptop. "Hello, friend." Cry greeted after a moment, saying it almost as a ques
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Pewdie walked through the halls of the hospital, a white plastic bag in his hand containing home-cooked food from Marzia. He gave a friendly wave to the receptionist as he walked past her, turning down the hallway Cry's room was in.
Today was a very relaxing day. The halls in the hospital were silent, short of the nurses speaking to patients and the occasional phone call. A couple nurses who recognized him would greet him cheerfully.
The door to Cry's room was closed. Did they move him to a different room? Or was he finally discharged? Pewdie knocked lightly on the door and hesitantly opened it. And the inside was quite an... unusual sight.
Completely covering the bed were pieces of paper, carefully cut into a circle an drawn on. On each piece of paper was two large dots and a straight, horizontal line; The Cry mask. Pewdie closed the door behind him, his brow knitted together and mouth agape as he tried counting all the little masks.
Sitting in th
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When Cry was finally discharged from the hospital, he left as soon as he could, Pewdie and Marzia at his side.
Pewdie was hoping that maybe Cry was just stir-crazy and that he'll be fine once he's settled back at the apartment. Then they could get back to making videos... and maybe things will be normal, again. Hopefully.
Marzia was talking to Cry about things he's missed, trying to cheer him up.
On their way back to the apartment, they stopped by a park. Pewdie wanted to get Cry walking around outside. But, after a while of walking around, Cry had to sit down on a bench. After being in a hospital for that long, barely moving, your muscles become fairly weak.
Marzia looked at the watch she had on her wrist. "We should really be going, soon." She announced, but she didn't look too voluntary to walk back to the car.
Pewdie shrugged. "S'all up to Cry." But he smiled at Marzia, entwining his fingers in hers. He felt like he was drifting away from
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Pewdie cringed to himself and pulled the knife out of the cutting board to continue making breakfast. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do about this... But he knew he had to figure something out.
Suddenly, his pocket vibrated. It startled him at first, but he pulled out the phone that was in the pocket and checked his texts. It was Marzia. She texted Pewdie to tell him that her parents are giving him another chance. Marzia was still going to bring home all of Pewdie's stuff, though.
He texted her back about how great it was and how happy he was to be able to stay with her. But something inside him twisted when he hit 'SEND'.
"Oh my god..." Someone moaned behind him. Pewdie turned and watched Cry stumble into the kitchen, gripping the side of his head. He was still missing his shirt. "... Do I smell coffee...?"
"Yes." Pewdie said, turning back to the fruit.
Cry rubbed an eye before grabbing a mug from the cupboard and pouring some coffee in it
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Three months literally dragged by for Cry. He worked on videos and tried his best to distract himself. He even looked into finding a girlfriend - It was hard to find a woman who hadn't heard of Cry. But, the date didn't go very well... Let's just leave it at that.
And when Pewdie offered for Cry to come back to Sweden for a little while, on the account that Cry told him he got a girlfriend, Cry didn't hesitate to accept. It was technically the truth - He did find a girlfriend, even if it was only for one date.
Pewdie carried some sheets to the guest room, changing the ones on the bed. Marzia saw him and frowned. "What are you doing?"
"I'm setting up the guest room." Pewdie said, tucking the sheet corners under the bed.
"... Is Cry coming back?"
Pewdie glanced back at her when she went silent and saw her face lit up a little. He gave her a confused smile. "What are you so happy about?"
"I'm just glad you two
Don't play with fire.I love fire.Don't play with fire. in Free Verse More Like This
The red, orange, and blue.
Reach for it,
stinging pain pulses;
Love is a lot like fire:
someone always gets burned.
Don't play with fire.
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Crash and burn.
I knew that person.
She use to breathe.
She use to laugh.
She use to play volley ball.
She use to play Clarinet.
She use to sit in the seat in front of me.
She use to like the color orange.
She use to be #20.
What if the next is someone closer?
I can't risk that.
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Crash and burn.
He use to breathe.
He use to laugh.
He use to play soccer.
He use to like the color blue.
He use to be #9.
He was the oldest,
Almost out of high school.
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Happily ever after
Is only for fairytales.
Happily ever after
Is a fantasy away from reality.
If happily ever after was real,
I wouldn't cry,
You wouldn't leave,
We could be fine,
But the joke would be on me.
You weren't Prince Charming.
I wasn't a princess.
Only in my nightmares,
Are we together.
I guess we weren't meant to be,
But, to me,
You're my everything.
Beautiful PainLoving you,Beautiful Pain in Free Verse More Like This
has made me think,
of things that I
wouldn't if you were
has made me believe,
in things that I
couldn't if you were
had made me hurt,
and the pain
just like you.
GuiltI cried;Guilt in Free Verse More Like This
For the first time in months,
How can five words,
Destroy a person?
I loved you!
How do you repay me?
I never did like you.
From the start?
How could you be so cruel?
How dare you play with me?
I wasted my love over you!
Why did you talk to me?
We use to be close!
What did I do?
After more than a year,
You finally confess,
That you never liked me!
Do you know what you’ve done?
Hope you have a better life now that I’m not in it.
Why did you do this to me?
Mirror MeIn the mirror,Mirror Me in Free Verse More Like This
I see me.
Am I really the pretty?
She doesn't like the way I lie,
Neither will I,
till the day I die.
Sticks and stones won't brake her bones,
but emotions get to her.
She looks like she's in a lot of pain.
I would to,
if I was scared of rain.
She gives me a smile that is fake,
I can feel her dreams begin to break.
She's all alone,
I stifle a groan.
She suddenly begins to cry,
I begin to wipe her eyes.
She hurts more,
than I did before.
we are one and the same.
neither of us,
can be part of,
something that's bigger.
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Crash and burn.
He use to breathe.
He use to laugh.
He use to be in middle school.
He use to like the color green.
He was the youngest,
With glasses too.
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I am told,
To the screaming silence,
To the rivers of gold.
To the winter's night,
To the summer's day,
To the moon's sight,
To the kids at play.
To the earth's song,
To the mother's cry,
To the warrior's gong,
To the leader's try.
To the butterfly's wings,
To the first place winner,
To the children's swings,
To the unknown sinner.
To the broken hearts,
To the angel's heaven,
To the artist's arts,
To the wanted's safe haven.
To the rich's money,
To the poor's life,
To the bees' honey,
To the kitchen's knife.
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This is the last nightmare I'm dreaming;
This is the last step I'm taking,
This is the last idea I'm thinking.
This is the last button I'm pushing,
This is the last time I'm crying;
This is the last change I'm making,
This is the last pain I'm having.
This is the last person I'm loving,
This is the last sight I'm seeing;
This is the last heart I'm breaking,
This is the last game I'm playing.
This is the last barrier I'm beating,
This is the last dress I'm wearing;
This is the last stripe I'm whipping,
This is the last note I'm writing.
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And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
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Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
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Directly into the flame?
Perhaps its captivated
By the beauty to be found
In such pure recreation
It flies so surely
Into its own death
Because it believes
The flames of rebirth
Will allow it a second chance
And perhaps that this time...
It will appear a butterfly.
Perhaps this is the only thing
It can force itself to believe
While it burns.
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yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
Fairy Tail Fanfic part 3Lucy stood eye in eye with the monster, her whip in one and her keys in the other hand. "Open, gate of the golden bull! Taurus!"Fairy Tail Fanfic part 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Taurus appeared and immediately attacked the animal. Lucy moved in the same moment and the two of them interacted in perfect harmony. While Lucy distracted the monster with her whip, Taurus started wounding it and in five minutes everything was already over.
Lucy smiled and thanked Taurus. "Lucy-chan, as long as I can help you achieve your goal, I'll do anything!" "Oh Taurus thanks a lot, I really appreciate all of your help. Now go back and rest a bit, you must be exhausted from the fight." "Yes I really am, but you should rest as well. You don't look to good to me." Taurus' voice became serious. "Everyone in stellar world is worried about you. Please don't over stress yourself. Take a rest once in a while." "I know, I'm planning to rest soon, just a few more missions and I'll be done." She smiled. Taurus didn't seem persuaded, but he no
fairy tail fanfic part 4Lucy sighed. She knew herself that she was at her limit. She was barely able to stand, she hadn't eaten regularly for weeks, not to mention the loss of sleep. But she needed to do this, no matter how hard it was. She was nearly done, the only thing left to buy was the ring. If she did that last job, the money would just be enough for that.fairy tail fanfic part 4 in Short Stories More Like This
While lost in thoughts, Lucy didn't notice the noises next to her. Too late, she realized that the animal had not been dead, it had just been knocked out by Taurus. Before she could do anything a sharp pain raised through her arm where the monster had bitten her. She cried in pain and tried to get a hold of her keys, but they had fallen into the mud and with the monster right next to her, she couldn't search for them. She reached out for her whip and just blindly hit in the direction of the attacker. Several times she felt pain raising through her body and her leg began to get numb. Finally, by chance, the whip tored itself around the animal's throat
Fairy Tail Fanfic final part (part 8)After a while, everyone was just dancing, singing, eating and drinking until master once again started speaking. He announced the people who wanted to give speeches. One after the other, the most important and known people of Fairy Tail spoke about the guild and how much they liked it. On the end of every speech, the people cheered and many started crying as did the speakers.Fairy Tail Fanfic final part (part 8) in Short Stories More Like This
Finally Master said: "Now, I want to announce someone, who maybe isn't one of the most known members of the guild, but non the less as important as anyone. I'm sure she looks most beautiful today and we're all happy that she's still here with us. Lucy, would you please come up to the front here?"
Lucy smiled and somehow managed to get up from her wheelchair. With Levy's help, she climbed up on the stage and sat down on the chair arranged especially for her.
The people watched her curiously, especially the bag that lay next to her.
"Hey people..." Lucy's voice was shaking, " it's great to be here. I am so honored,
Fairy Tail Fanfic"Mira, I want to do that job!" Lucy pointed out to a little notice on the request board.Fairy Tail Fanfic in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you sure?" Mira's voice from behind the bar sounded worried, "you did a lot of jobs lately. You should give your body some rest. And why are you always going alone? Did you and Natsu have a fight?"
Lucy shook her head. She picked the job notice and approached the bar.
"No not at all, I just decided that it's time for me to do more jobs alone. I don't want to be a burden for the others anymore."
Mira didn't seem happy with that kind of reason, but she nodded and looked at the notice in Lucy's hand. "Wow that's quiet a lot of money! What are you gonna do with it? Your rent for the next six months must be paid already!"
"Let's just say I need it for something else " Lucy smiled weirdly, turned around and walked off with a "I'm off then, for the job ".
Some minutes later, Natsu came into the guild. He looked kind of sad, just like Happy, who wasn't flying cheerfully next to him like alwa
Fairy Tail Fanfic part 7Lucy smiled happily at the shiny little packages in front of her. She still couldn't believe the old man had accepted the apology! What did Natsu say to convince him?! Lucy thought a long time but then decided to let it slip for now. She would just ask Natsu after all that. Now she had to sleep, tomorrow was the big day! She leaned back into the pillows, closed her eyes, a bright smile on her face.Fairy Tail Fanfic part 7 in Short Stories More Like This
The sun shined brightly the next day, she seemed to try to make this day as beautiful as she could, just because she wanted whole Fairy Tail to celebrate happily.
The guild was moving wildly, everyone had their own things to prepare for the party. Elfman, Gray and some other guys arranged chairs and tables in the biggest room of the guild, Mira, Lisanna and the rest of the girls were busy cooking or decorating and a lot of people were out of town to find even the most distant members of Fairy Tail and invite them to the big party.
Master watched all of that calmly from the roof, 250 year
Fairy Tail Fanfic part 2Natsu sat at the bar, not looking happy at all while thinking about Lucy facing a dangerous animal. What if something happened?! Who would help her when she was all alone by herself?!Fairy Tail Fanfic part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Thinking about this made him sick so he stood up and took a look at the request board. One job caught his eye, a group of weak bandits had taken over a little village. Nothing serious, though there was quite a lot of money to win. Maybe he could persuade Lucy to do that job with him after she came back and rested some days. He would even give her his part of the reward if she wanted the money so badly. He didn't really need it anyway and if he could persuade her like that, he wouldn't hesitate to do so. He didn't want to see Lucy going off on a job on her own anymore. It made his chest shrink and his heart ache, and while she was away he desperately waited for her return, scared to death something could have happened to her. When he told Happy about it, he was prepared for any kind of joke, but indeed Hap
Fairy Tail fanfic part 5Lucy woke up to the sound of voices. As she opened her eyes she saw the worried faces of Natsu, Happy, Erza, Levy and Mira right next to her.Fairy Tail fanfic part 5 in Short Stories More Like This
Levy cried out in relief:" Lu-chan you're awake!!!!! I thought you were going to die!" Erza could barely stop her from grabbing Lucy and twirling her around. Tears flew over Levy's face as she mumbled even more things that no one could understand.
Mira stood up and said:" I'll tell master you're awake." She turned around and went out of the room. Just now Lucy realized that she was in the infirmary of the guild. How had she come here? How did she survive? She looked at Natsu and Happy, who hadn't said anything at all 'til now. Happy looked at her without any reaction for a moment, then slowly stood up and approached her. When he stood next to her face, Lucy saw how suddenly tears flew down his face. "Don't ever do that again!" he cried. "Don't dare to go on a job without Natsu and me ever again! I will not let you go anymore! You're my mommy! You
Fairy Tail fanfic part 6The door opened and a familiar silhouette came in.Fairy Tail fanfic part 6 in Short Stories More Like This
"Natsu?" Lucy whispered. The master had turned of the lights when going out so she could get some rest. She had been nearly asleep when the person entered the room.
Natsu didn't say anything, he just turned on the light next to her bed and sat down glaring at her. "Master sent me to help you with something." His voice sounded so cold, not like the normal Natsu at all.
"I know you're angry at me" whispered Lucy. "but could you please go to some places for me today? Afterwards you can be mad at me for forever. I would do it myself, but it seems like I'm not supposed to leave this bed for the next days...."- Or weeks, she thought.
Natsu didn't answer. "Come on Natsu, please! Please, just do it for me! Just this one time! I really need you right now! I promise you, I will never go to a mission alone anymore! I will only team up with you and Happy from now on! You can do anything to me! Just please, go to town for me!"
Lucy sighed in relief
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Ever had one of those days when you think it can't worse and then it does? That was the kind of day you were having.
First you woke up late for work. The ONLY time you were late to work. And what does your boss do? He fired you. To make matters worse your A-hole boyfriend was a total jack-ass about it when you had called him up crying. AND the parking meter had run out and now you had a 50 dollar fine. And to top it all of your gold fish had died.
You tapped the steering wheel of your car in annoyance. It was taking forever for the stupid light to change. You leaned your head back and sighed.
A sign across the street caught your attention. You squinted, not quite able to believe what it said. "Hetalia Cat Emporium." You stared, what a weird name for a shop.
A honk from behind startled you. Giving the guy the finger, you made a sharp turn and pulled into the parking lot.
A cat just might be the t
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You stared at the cats around you.
A big cat with an oddly large nose sat down near your feet. His purple eyes stared up at you.
You slowly edged away from the big cat. Elizabeta smiled, "That's Ivan. He's a bit strange." You nodded, feeling the urge to avoid eye contact with the fluffy cat.
"Um are there any cats that have trouble getting adopted?" You looked around at all the cats.
Elizabeta shrugged, "Pretty much all of them. They were either strays or donated."
You grimaced, poor kitties.
The huge cat leaned against your leg again.
"Uh..." You looked around. None of the cats really interested you.
"We do have another cat in the vet ward." You looked at Elizabeta in surprise,
"Can I see him?"
"Sure." She lead you past the cats and into a separate room.
A small Scottish fold lay in a box, his front paw was bandaged in a little cast.
"He was thrown from a car. I n
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Bad Touch TrioxReader
"FRANSIS BONNEFOY!!! YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!!!" You screamed running after the laughing frenchman.
Sliding around a corner, you jumped down the stairs of the small house you shared with the three members of BTT.
Francis had gone to far.
He could slap your ass, he could steal kisses, but he could NOT take your last bar of chocolate.
To others this would seem silly. Its just chocolate right?
You were a chocoholic and proud of it! And you deserved that chocolate damn it! You had a shitty day at work and you were looking forward to that bar all day.
For some reason it was the only one in your secret stash drawer. You were pretty sure you had atleast three in there. But before you could consider, Francis had leaned over your shoulder and snatched it away.
Running into the living room, your foot caught on something, causing you to fall face first onto to the floor.
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Running and Hiding
You probably will want to read part one first if you haven't yet, mainly because this won't make sense if you don't xD
Link in the description.
Warning- Mild cursing, violence and dead people
"Can we trust this guy?" You pulled his suit jacket tighter around your shoulders.
"No, but 'e owes me." The Frenchman didn't elaborate, just made a turn onto a long twisting dirt road.
"Is he like you?" You meant, knowing Oliver and having a tracking device in his arm.
"Yes." Francis glanced at you out of the corner of his violet eyes. You shivered slightly, wondering how many people were tied with Oliver.
Up ahead, you could see a small cabin in the middle of a clearing. It looked rather dilapidated.
Francis got out, sticking a cigarette in between his lips. You followed, shivering slightly at the the chilly air.
You still only had on one of Francis's shirts
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Mousy, Boring. A bother to be around. A little nobody.
You hated those words. The ones he used to break up with you. He wouldn't be able to use them on you ever again.
Revenge was going to be sweet.
The plan was simple.
Arthur went to an all boy school, he was the most popular guy there. He had even been on the towns new station a couple of times. How would he feel if that spot was taken by an exchange student?
You were going to pose as the exchange student.
"Okay gurl." Felix fluffed your newly cut hair. "Ve gotta find a style dat puts his punk look to shame."
"Please, de guys at de school are brutal to gods and emos." You giggled at his accent, turning Goths into gods.
Felix went to the same school and had managed to help you get past the entry exam.
"How about....... ve make you an even better punk!!!"
"You just said we need a style to put his to shame."
You thought for a moment, tapping your chin thoughtfull
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You paused as you walked into the room. So many choices.
You looked around, feeling slightly crest-fallen. None of the cats really looked like on you could get along with.
Maybe you shouldn't buy a cat. You didn't know if your apartment even allowed cats.
Besides, would you really have the time to take care of one?
Sighing, you turned to leave.
"I'm really sorry Miss Elizabeta. I don't think I'm ready for a cat."
She nodded and shrugged, "Come back if you change your mind."
Sighing again, you left.
"I can't deal vith him." You looked over at your German friend. Ludwig was glaring at something behind the couch. He had called you over, saying that his cat was a pain in the ass.
"So what do you want me to do?" Standing up, you walked over and peered around him.
You blinked down at the little cat standing before you. He had a strange curl of hair. His beige fur ruffled.
"What kind of meow
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Escaping the ship.
A loud crash woke you. The ship shuddered.
You were ________ _________. A third class passenger of the RMS Titanic.
Sleeply you sat up and looked around.
"What's going on?" You Taiwanese roommate Mei asked.
"I don't know." Throwing your covers off you hopped out of bed.
You peered into the hallway. Many other faces were peeping out off seperate doorways. Spotting a familiar face you ran up to the man.
"Antonio! Do you know whats going on?" The tanned Spanish man shook his head.
"No Amiga." He looked worried, which filled you with dread. Your friend was usually really carefree.
"Do you think we hit something?" You suddenly blushed. Realizing that you were only wearing your thin night shift.
The Spaniard shrugged, "I don't know. We couldn't have. Right?" Noticing your worried face he gave you a shaky grin, "Besides
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The meowing from the cats was loud. There had to be at least thirty cats there.
"Are you looking for a particular type of cat?"
"No. Not really..." You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "Are there any kittens?"
"Yes!" Elizabeta clapped her hands. "Only one though, the other two where adopted." Nodding you followed her over to a cardboard box.
Inside was a smallish beige and white cat. It had the most vibrant purple eyes you had ever seen.
"This is Matthew. His father, Francis, is that one over there." You looked over at the fluffy white cat.
"Um I'll take him!" Reaching out you patted the kittens head. He blinked up at you.
Elizabeta grinned, "Good choice! Matthew's a bit shy, but he'll warm up to you!"
It was a rather quiet ride home. You kept glancing at the kitten, He had fallen asleep after being put in the carrier. You smiled at the collar around his neck. Elizabeta had given it to you