Crush 4 Cartman!?! "Cartman!?!" I just say, repeating my thoughts aloud. She looks down at the floor again and covers her face with her hands. "Damn it, I know it was only a stupid attraction when we were kids, but I ended up falling for him this year. Shit, what's wrong with me?" Yeah, what's wrong with you!?! I just think to myself. Cartman? Eric, fucking Cartman!? She told me that was nothing years ago, but to think she'd end up falling for him all these years later. She leans her back to the closed bedroom door and slides down along with it until she ends up sitting on the floor with tearful eyes.
"Something has to be wrong with me to even feel an attracting to someone like him!"
"Eric . Cartman?" I just ask again.
"Yes, damn it! I said it already!!"
She seemed frustrated, not only at herself, but also with me keep asking her. Shit, right now, I really wish Kenny was right! I wish his suspic
Order Up-StanxGenderbent!Kyle (Kylie)Saturday afternoon was always a busy time at Butch’s Smoking Diner. This was most likely because from 12-3 p.m. on Saturdays only, their very well-known meal, “The Big One,” a large hamburger and fries with a Coke, was half off for $3.99 plus tax.More Like This
To most people, it was a really good, cheap deal. To the employees, however, even though the tips were nice, the constant chime of the bell that an order was up drove them crazy! Today, it was particularly annoying to a certain waitress who always had to work during that madness, when she wasn’t dozing off on the counter that is.
“ORDER UP, Kylie! Didn’t you hear the bell!? There’s no time for sleeping! We have a rush of customers and you know it! So MOVE IT!” Butch, the manager, said harshly.
A redheaded girl with green eyes and a name tag that read “Kylie,” instantly opened her eyes and picked her head up off the counter. It wasn’t her fault that she kept falling asleep. Even
Thirty Two Drops of Rain- Stan x Kyle FanficKyle stood motionless at the very edge of Starks Pond. His face was red and blotchy with streams of dried tears staining his cheeks. Electric green eyes that were the resemblance of a fiery temper and soft kindness were masked with a coldness that has planted a seed in his heart that has grown and left him for misery.More Like This
He fists clenched and he tried to squeeze on last drop of the salty substance but it refused and remained in the corner of his eyes. He wanted to scream out so badly, he wanted to scream until his throat was and all the pain disappeared, all the stress and heart break was getting to his head. He was fighting a war with himself, a war on between whether or not he should stomp right back over to Stan's house and murder the woman who seduced his lover, or to just stay there and cry like a blubbering fool.
Kyle sank to his knees that brushed up against the grass that was rubbing against the skin showing in his ripped jeans. He sat like that for quite a while; it was just him,
Secrets part 10: sp fanfic''I'm so sorry, Butters...'' Kyle muttered after they'd continued to walk in silence for a while. ''I honestly didn't know.'' Butters shook his head and gave Kyle a faint smile. ''It's fine.'' He replied, though Kyle was very much aware of the fact that it wasn't. He said goodbye to Butters when they reached his home and turned around to walk to his own. But first he had to make a few things clear to himself. He walked around aimlessly for a while, thinking about everything he'd been told. Stan and Joey created the Black Dragon, Joey can keep them from being caught thanks to his connection with Stokes- Is it really impossible to stop them? Has he never known what Stan was like, that he actually didn't care? He quickly shook his head to get the doubts out of his head. No, Stan cared, at least for him. He remembered the day that his friend had dashed into his house and had kissed him. That warm feeling, the feeling of Stan's body so close to his own, that was real. That was Stan, no oneMore Like This
This is my HavenLaying my head upon your chest,More Like This
Feeling the pounding of your heart,
This is my haven; a safe place to rest,
Don't let the world tear this apart.
You touch my face with gentle hands,
Your lips press softly upon my skin,
Through the glass slip the sands,
Don't waste the time we're living in.
I don't see the things others do,
I see only what I know is there,
People see what they think is true,
Don't let them win with a cynical stare.
I do not see the crutch you hold,
I can only see the man you really are,
People can stare or turn away and be cold,
Don't let them say we can't jump this bar.
Together we stand against the world,
We take what it gives and hope for the best,
Together we lay my hand in yours curled,
Don't ever let them say we'll fail this test.
A Killer's House.The innocence of a clean house,More Like This
Only this house is not clean,
And has no innocence.
Every room tells a story,
The bedroom, The hall's, The kitchen,
Every room screams in pain.
The once clean wall's are now covered,
The clean floors spread with red,
The furniture begs to be fixed.
The bodies stacked in the ground,
The house looks normal,
Inside are locked screams and terror.
This is a house,
A house of murder,
A killer's house is this.
NightmareI am the stunted moonlight raysMore Like This
That fall upon her head
I grab her heels for endless days
And crawl along her bed
The wind that scrapes the dying trees
Across her window frame
Breaks down her strength to sobs and pleas
I am the one to blame
A ticking, swinging, ancient clock
Will chime for terror's sake
I lead the night upon the block
With monsters in my wake
My spiders hear her muted screams
Of fingers 'round her neck
They peel her dark, abusive dreams
And leave her mind a wreck
I am the creak that leaves the floor
When candle lights blow out
I steal the key and lock the door
To keep inside her doubt
I wipe her blood off on my sleeve
Endeavour not to stay
I curse the sun before I leave
When day steals her away
Like a bookLike a book,More Like This
I have a beginning, I have an end
Whatever the story is, whatever is me
You won't really know
unless the content you see
Like a book,
I am criticized, I am appreciated
I am loved, I am hated
I'm not perfect but I'm good
But still I need revisions
from time to time
Like a book,
I am filled with words waiting to be read
I am not a blank sheet waiting to be inked
Read me! Read me!
Take me off the bookshelf in the library
GhostI try to sleep at nightMore Like This
But you're always there
You haunt my dreams
Leaving me nightmares
I can't let go of you
No matter how I try
Why can't you leave?
Why can't you go?
I'm trying to sleep
I'm trying to dream
I'm trying to live
But you won't leave
Please let me sleep
Please let me go
I'm trying to leave
I'm trying to go
Just let me sleep
Just let me drown
I just want to go
Leave me alone
Ghost of a GirlNails bitten unevenly.More Like This
Mascara stained tears.
My hair is a tangled mess.
I'm a ghost of the girl I used to be.
I'm haunted by my memories of yesterday.
You threw me away and watched me die.
My nights are no longer for you.
I won't let anyone listen to my beating heart.
I'm satisfied with my drunken illusions and cigarette kisses.
Drink me up, baby.
Let's waste the night away.
Until, I can't remember my own name, let alone yours.
I'm a ghost of the girl I used to be.
Fucked in the head. Screwed in the heart.
That naïve innocence was lost long ago.
Pain is better than feeling nothing at all.
I spend my nights with mashed up bodies.
Waking up to strangers in my bed.
They are all mannequins, a replacement of you.
I'm a ghost of the girl I used to be.
Forget promises. Forget those summer nights.
Because, that girl no longer exists.
HealingButtersXKennyMore Like This
I knew one day someone would find out about it, but I wasn't excepting it to turn out like this nor was I expecting it to be him.
I was standing on the top of the stairs, watching my dad who was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. I was hoping he wouldn't see it and that maybe this time I would get away with it, but I'm never that lucky. I knew my dad noticed it when he put his newspaper down and stared at the carpet, his face getting redder with anger by the second.
"Butters! Get your butt down here, now!" I slowly made my way down the stairs, trying to th
ATOTTM: Chapter 1More Like This
Chapter 1: How to make a Jews life a living Hell.
Two bored teenagers were sitting around doing nothing on a late spring morning, the two hadn't made it until lunch and they were already bored out of their minds. The brunette was the first to break the dull silence by letting out a displeasing sigh
"well I'm bored." he stated plainly to his friend.
"Hmm, why don't we go to the beach then" suggested the raven haired boy.
The brunette groaned loudly, "I'd love to but I don't have a license!" he sighed.
An interesting grin came upon the dark haired boy's face, as a brilliant idea formed in his mind.
He then spoke "indeed we may not acquire a license, but a certain Jew does!" the raven haired boy declared, only showing a wicked smile to the boy.
A wide grin appeared on the Nazi's face as he caught on easily to his friend's remark.
"Oh I see where you're going at." He smiled evilly as he appeared out from the shadows, revealing himself as the infamous, Eric Theodore Cartman who was k
Breakup -ZoSan- pt1Warning: This story contains 'boy love'.More Like This
"Nami-swan! Robin chwan!" Sanji pirouetted across the upper deck, laden tray perfectly balanced on one outstretched hand. Coming to a stop between the lounge chairs the ladies currently occupied, he crooned. "Please take these tokens of my love and refresh yourselves!"
The cook basked in the glow of their attention as both glanced up from their respective reading to accept a drink with murmured appreciation. The hearts in his eyes danced with giddy happiness as he made his way back to the galley, oblivious to his surroundings.
Which was probably why he didn't notice Zoro's prone form next to the mast until he found himself sprawled across the other man.
"Oi!" The swordsman's eyes cracked open to glare at the blonde. "Bastard, watch where you're fucking going!" Strong hands closed on Sanji's shoulders and thrust him viole
Pitch's return ch.18Chapter 18More Like This
Jack's eyes opened slowly to reveal Pitch sitting in a large armchair beside the bed reading. The boy stretched out an arm and poked Pitch's leg with his sleeve covered hand. The Boogeyman looked up from his book. "So you're already awake?" Jack nodded, not wanting to speak, since his throat felt like he swallowed knives. Pitch got out a thermometer. "Open." The frost elf did as he was told and after a short time the numbers read: 89.
The Nightmare King sighed. "That's not good," and he began to walk into another room.
Jack looked confused and realized he didn't want to be alone. "Pitch, wait!" His scratchy voice managed to say.
The man huffed and turned round; his eyes looked like fire. "Jack, be quiet, you're only going to make yourself worse if you keep talking. Say another word and I'll give you nightmares for a week." The young guardian pouted angrily, but pulled the covers up over his mouth. Satisfied, Pitch left the room.
He returned shortly with a sm
Pitch's return ch.1Chapter 1More Like This
Jack Frost was walking alone in the woods, or at least that's what he believed. Not to far away Pitch laughed to himself. "So vulnerable. It's as if you want to be captured." Jack continued walking, completely oblivious to his stalker, do to that fact he was exhausted. Suddenly he heard a strange noise behind him. The guardian turned around, only to have a sharp object fly into his right arm.
"Gaah!" He shouted in surprise, quickly pulling the object out. It was a sharp arrowhead made of black sand. "Pitch," the boy mumbled as his vision blurred. He stumbled and hit the ground, his eyes refusing to stay open. The last thing he saw was Pitch walking towards him, a devious smile on his face.
When Jack woke all he could see was darkness. He tried to move, but realized he was trapped in vines of black sand. The guardian tried to break free, but the sand held him fast.
"Awake so soon?" Jack's eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and he glared at the figure approachi
HTTYD - RotG : When the moon spoke Ch 1More Like This
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This is Berk, nice place, nice people and nice pets. The people who live here are Vikings; they are warriors and they never give up.
I spend most of the time here; I think it is like nine months.
By the way, my name is Jack, The Jack Frost. I'm the one who brings the winter, the one who makes the snow and the cool blizzards, and of course the one who makes the snowstorms. Why do I mention it? Well, that is all I know.
One night with a full moon, I woke up in a frozen lake. Then the moon told me that my name was Jack Frost, and that was all…
Umm, do you want more details about me? Well I'm apparently nineteen years old, I'm pretty tall, I have white and messy hair and I have blue eyes. I am always wearing a brown coat; under my coat I have a brown vest and a white long sleeved shirt, and brown pants… oh! And I don't wear any shoes, I like to feel the frozen ground under my feet.
Well this the story of how I
Season's of Love part 2 - FallMore Like This
I don't own Jack frost, Bunnymund or any other character from the Rise of the Guardians Universe, I just love them a lot!
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the first part of the fic! I'm having a blast writing it and I'm so thrilled that people are enjoying it. This chapter was harder than I thought it would be, but I wanted to do it justice, and I like the way it turned out!
Aster sat in a small chair next to Jack's bed, staring at the winter spirit's face, which was so pale in nearly vanished into his pillow. He looked so much like he was sleeping that Aster kept expecting those ice blue eyes to pop open, that thin mouth to spread into a smile and tell everyone that he was fine and they could stop fussing over him. He wasn't sleeping though, he wasn't unconscious either. The guardians didn't have a clue what was afflicting their newest member, but the general consensus was it wasn't goo
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Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardians universe; I just love them a lot!
The Easter Bunny stood on the balcony of Santa's Workshop, looking out over the vast white expanse of the North Pole. The cold wind whiped his fur around, the thin layer doing nothing to protect him from its biting chill. He shivered in spite of himself, he wasn't used to cold like this, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the last time he had felt this cold. It had been just over one hundred and four years ago, just before- "No." E. Aster Bunnymund said out loud, cutting the thought off right there.
He heard the sound of the door behind him opening a moment before the voice reached him "Bunnymund, what happened?" Said the Russian accented voice of Santa as he walked over to stand next to the rabbit. With no response forthcoming North continued "You need to talk. You show up in middle of workshop, carrying an unconscious Jack who is barely clingi
Alive and Warm (WWII Kyman AU/Part II)Eric had come for me after we’d returned from a day of work, demanding I follow him, which I did. By this point, the Eric Cartman I’d known had become nothing more than a collection of memories; this person, who wore the uniform and never smiled, never once acted as I had remembered him, was not Eric Cartman, but an imposter who’d stolen his skin and worn it was his own.More Like This
On the street, our presence would no doubt cause a great deal of trouble, so Eric whirled around the closest corner, leaving me to hopelessly follow behind him. Once we were in confidence, concealed by the dark cover of night, I spoke first. I felt I was entitled.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, not caring about whatever he’d so boldly come to tell me. Fear had dominated all of me. “We’ve never had hangings before now, random shootings. Oh god, Eric, what’s happening here?”
Eric’s lips were pressed so securely together as he stared me down, but I m
Alive and Warm (WWII Kyman AU/Part I) Alive and WarmMore Like This
The last few days were treacherously warm.
Of course, at the time, I hadn’t known they were the last days in the ghetto, up until the final seventy-two hours. But I was certain none of the others knew the significance of November 15th like I did, and even then, I felt as if I’d cheated.
On what was to become the final day, I woke before dawn to the shrill echoes of a whistle from the streets below. It was so cold, and I felt the contrast from days past to the marrow of my bones. My dreams had been pitiless, and the memories wafting from this deep disremembered part of me became all the more impractical upon my waking in a room as dusty and hard as this. Everything smelt of brick, dust, and ice, and winter’s cold grip had begun its worst on this small corner of the world overnight.
The wailing of Hena’s baby began from the opposite side of the room, and from my spot compressed between those whose language was foreign to my own, I could ove
MLP OC Mary Sue guideMore Like This
MLP OC Mary Sue guide
1. Black, Red and grey.
I've seen a lot of re-colors of Rainbow Dash on dA. They claim to be "OCs" :/. About 30% of these re-colors have dark grey/black bodies, red and black manes and are supposed to be evil or something. HOW ORIGINAL. Not all of them are Rainbow Dash re-colors, but I can say that I've seen at least 10 OCs with this color scheme. HORSES ARE NOT EVIL PEOPLE!!!
2.A member of the CMC
3 Cutie Mark Crusaders is enough. What makes people think the CMC need another member? Maybe it's because there's a unicorn, an earth pony and a pegasus but there's no Alicorn. Alicorns are also Mary Sues. People think they're special and rare, which is true, but if I counted all the alicorn OCs there would me more of them than all the ponies, background ponies, foals etc. in the show :/ Choose between a unicorn OR pegasus, it's not that hard.
What makes people think tall ponies are better than normal sized ponies? U