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
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.42"Hey, Stan - do you have a few minutes to talk?"More Like This
Wendy tentatively took the empty seat next to Stan at his regular lunch table. He nodded quizically.
"Sure?" He said, his mouth somewhat full.
"I'm not in anyone's seat am I?" She asked quickly, looking around. "Where's Kyle today?"
Stan swallowed and paused before speaking; he was still adjusting to the idea that Wendy knew about he and Kyle, and that they had all become something similar to friends.
"He's not here; had a college visit upstate. He won't get back in until like seven this evening."
She pouted theatrically. "Boo! On Valentine's day? Bummer."
"Not really his thing anyway" Stan shrugged.
"I see. Eric's either." She said quietly. The air between them thickened with tension. Neither mentioned the score of awkward Valentine's days they'd spent together as a couple. With all the changes of the last year, it felt al
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.38The first day of school after winter break was insane.More Like This
I realized how much I'd missed when I saw new couples walking the halls together andall of thechanges that the teachers had made to their classrooms since I'd sat in them last. It felt like I'd been gone for months, rather than weeks. But I didn't even have the privilege of remembering my time off.
Some of my teachers didn't get that. A few of them expected me to have all of the homework I'd missed finished on that first day. I should've explained that I hadn't even looked at a book since like November, but instead - like a moron - I just promised to have it turned in the next day. I spent the rest of the day wondering what the most effective way would be to bribe Kyle into helping me get it all done.
For the most part though, I felt like a celebrity. People stopped me every few steps in the hallway to welcome me back, and I could hear the underclassmen talking about me when I passed them. Pro
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.36It’s already after eleven; when are they going to call?More Like This
Stan’s parents promised they’d call me when he got released. The doctors said as long as everything checked out ok, they’d let him come home today. But it’s nearly noon and I haven’t heard anything. Maybe they changed their minds. Maybe he had to stay…
I can hear something tapping at my door and I growl at my little brother to knock it off and leave me alone. He doesn’t – instead I hear the door shake a little, and something rustle at the base of it. He should know I’m too anxious for this today. A paper slides underneath and I glare at it for a minute before peeling myself from my desk chair to see what it says.
It takes a second for it to register.
South Park, Colorado
MARSH, STANLEY M.
AGE: 17 yrs.
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.27Stan was woken up just after sunrise by the loud roar of a vacuum cleaner outside his door. With it buzzing in the hallway, he groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. A few minutes later, the noise burst into his room, full volume. He peeled the pillow off to see his mother, sweeping his floor and frowning at its contents.More Like This
"Don't you know how to use your hamper, Stanley?" She picked up an entire outfit worth of clothing and tossed them into his laundry basket.
"Don't you know it's like seven thirty on a Saturday, mom?" He grumbled as he sat up, fumbling through his covers to find his phone. "Why are you cleaning house before breakfast?"
"I have a lot to do, Stan. Your sister is bringing home her boyfriend for Thanksgiving this week, and I'd like the house to look presentable."
"And that involves my room because...?"
"The entire house, Stan." She said firmly. She continued tidying his floor while he ch
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.22September 28thMore Like This
I don't know why that word irks me so much. Just seeing it here in my handwriting is aggravating me. Maybe it's because Cartman has started using it as a way to irritate me, because he knows I'll react when he says it. If he actually knew, it would probably be a word he'd like to avoid as much as I do. If anyone actually knew, it would be a word whispered behind my back and Stan's, and it would define and label us both. I think that's my problem with it. It's such a trite word, and it doesn't come close to describing what I have with Stan, or how I feel about him.
Stan is incredible. We've known each other for most of our lives, and we've been through absolutely everything together, especially now. We've seen each other at our best and our worst, and somehow, even when he pissed me off, he still manages to amaze me. We know everything about each other, but we never run out of things to talk about. Some
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.16Greeley was actually really beautiful the morning of August third. He’d told me how pretty the place was, but it was one of those things you had to see for yourself to appreciate. Maybe it was just because I knew I was going to see him, and that made everything look better.More Like This
The campus of UNC was packed with people, most of them our age and pulling or carrying luggage. I knew he wasn’t supposed to be in the scattered crowd, but I couldn’t help looking for him anyway. He’d told us where to meet him, and he always stuck to that kind of thing. We were supposed to be in the lobby of the Alabaster dormitory by ten, and I was sort of anxious when I glanced at my phone and realized we’d just barely made it on time.
We hadn't even had a chance to sit down - Kenny and I were still looking around, taking in the huge scope of the building we were standing in - when we heard the elevator chime and the doors begin to slide open. "There he is!" Mrs. Broflov
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.15[Stan]More Like This
Twenty six days.
The first weekend wasn't so bad. He tried to keep himself as busy as Kyle must have been. There was little time for texting and even less for phone calls. Between Kyle's courses and conferences and his own football practice and weightlifting schedule, there were only a precious few moments that overlapped comfortably enough to allow them to catch up with each other. But it was worth the effort.
Kyle hadn't been allowed to bring his iPad, or even carry his phone during his courses. It had been days since Stan had heard his voice. Short messages sent when either of them had the time had to suffice. It wasn't really enough, but it was all they had.
When he had free time, Kyle usually didn't. Instead, he spent most of his spare waking hours with Kenny, which even resulted in hanging out with Cartman a time or two. It was oddly natural having Eric around again. The three of them played video games and talked about his newfound wealth, carefully av
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.9The last day of school fell on a Wednesday, and flashed by without incident. The day ended in a picnic on the school grounds, and Kyle joined his friends in their annual hideout spot below the bleachers of the football field.More Like This
“Warm today” Kenny remarked, pulling off his orange sweatshirt. He ran his hand through his dark blonde hair and thumbed a hole in his shirt. “I need a haircut.”
“And a new shirt” Stan laughed, tossing his own shed jacket to the ground to sit on. He and Kenny sat with a thud on the barren, shaded dirt. They left a spot on the concrete slab behind them open for Kyle.
“You gonna join us, your lordship?” Kenny asked. He swiped at the cement. “Got a spot all cleaned off for you…”
Kyle huffed. “I think I’ll just stand for now, but thanks. He kicked Kenny’s foot.
“Oh, c’mon dude. Sit with us. This picnic thing lasts like three hours. You’re not gonna wanna stand that l
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.5(((Kyle's perspective)))More Like This
Monday morning comes too quickly.
The hallways seem a thousand times louder than usual. Kyle gets to school as late as he can manage, so he won’t have to socialize. It works – the bell for class rings as he walks through the school’s front door.
It’s third period before he realizes Kenny isn’t at school. His stomach swirls thinking of lunch. He’ll have no one to talk to except Stan…
Kyle skips lunch. He knows he shouldn’t; his blood sugar goes crazy when he doesn’t eat. But the thought of a diabetic seizure somehow seems more relaxing than forcing all of his turbulent thoughts into a conversation in a crowded lunchroom.
Seventh period is nearly over when he sees him. The class is quiet and heads are all tilted down, staring at homework when he lets his eyes wander around the room. He catches Stan’s attention and they smile at each other; it’s a knee-jerk response after nearly fifteen years. I
South Park - Stan/Kyle - 'Change' Ch.2The misty morning chill of late April hung like a cloak around Stark’s Pond, and the shadows of rocks and trees blended with the dark blue of the water.More Like This
Kyle squinted against the moist breeze and edged closer to the water’s edge. It was difficult to see where it began and the muddy shoreline ended, and the last thing he wanted was to fall in on a morning like this. A morning that was supposed to be much simpler than this…
He’d been out looking for his best friend since nine that morning. It was Stan’s birthday, and they’d spent every birthday together since preschool. This year, when he showed up on Stan’s parents’ doorstep, he’d been greeted by a frustrated Sharon Marsh, telling him that her son had gone for a walk after arguing with her about his clothing. That had been two hours ago, and Kyle had looked for him nearly everywhere. Then he thought about the big rock he and Stan usually perched on next to the pond in summer. He had
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
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
One Hell of a Butler -PrologueMore Like This
Title: One Hell of a Butler...
Warnings: Sebastian Michaelis being too sexy for his tux. Other than that I shall state at the beginning of each chapter if there are any notty bits or explicitly gorey bits...
Age Rating: 12+ at the moment.
Disclaimer: The characters (Unless otherwise stated at the beginning of each part) are ALL copyrighted to Yana Toboso.
Warnings: None at the moment.
One Hell of a Butler.
What Ciel Phantomhive wants, Ciel Phantomhive gets. At least that's what my father had incessantly drummed into my head before he was erased so cruelly from this planet.
I had grown to believe that this idealistic life of mine - all the money I could ever possibly want to buy anything that I could ever possibly want; servants waiting on my every need - was the way that everything should be and that all other beings were below me.
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
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Warm *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
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
Seasons of Love part 1 - SummerMore Like This
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
Spyro's lost family CH 1ThoughtsMore Like This
Spyro looked out of the window in his room.
Him and Cynder had returned to the temple and was happily greeted by the three guardians and Sparx and they told them everything that had happened, about Malefor and Ignitus's death.
But while Spyro looked outside he felt he still missed something in his life that he needed.
He had the dragoness of his life he could finally live in peace and he was surrounded by all his friends but there was still something missing.
He felt he had a black hole inside of him and he needed to fill it up with whatever it was he missed.
Spyro took a deep sigh and then thought of what it could be.
`I wonder .. If my real parents are alive and out there somewhere ´ he said inside his head and looked at the sun going down.
`Yeah that may be what I miss so much´ he thought and then went to his bed and lied down.
The next morning Spyro walk right to the guardian's champers and he first found Terrador.
"Morning young drago
Spyro x Cynder Valentine's DaySpyro x Cynder story - Burning Rage or Burning Passion?More Like This
Spyro, with Cynder by his side, pressed on through the ashes of the place he once called home. He recognised the big tree that himself and Sparx used to play at...before he threw himself and his brother into this war.
"I feel bad...", Spyro thought. "Sparx had no need to be dragged into this...yet I let him come along anyway. Then again, I guess he is a persistant little bugger...". He also worried about his foster parents. Sparx was probably worried sick about them. "They can't be dead, can they? I don't think I could bare to lose more than what I already have lost..."
Thoughts of Ignitus ran through Spyro's head. "He didn't need to help me....why was I so pushy when I wanted to learn about my past? Why didn't I just let him go in that cave? Sure, he might of been killed by Cynder by then, but..."
The name rang a bell...Cynder.
In his moment of deep thought, Spyro had almost forgotten about the dragoness who was t
ADHDThere was something wrong, but of course, something is always wrong. Never can a day go by when something's "normal." But what is normal? Sure as hell ain't this. What's worse is when you think everything is "normal," but then you realize it not. But that is beside the point in this. A point? Yes, was there ever one? I believe so. Though I can't quite remember... So it must not of been important. Would of remembered it if it was.More Like This
So yes, there is something wrong with everything. Can't ever be "normal" as the world sees it. Just can't be. One moment I'm here, then next I'm gone into my own little world. Don't take it as unkind, this is just who I am. Also with the days I just can't sit still--I just need to move. So I twitch in anticipation for nothing. Is it so wrong that I'm like this? For I really am; not like the fakers and posers playing this off as some game. This is real, a real pain in the ass.
Can't ever be "normal." Why? Because how can you be "normal" when you have to take a
What Goes Around Comes AroundKyle made his way up to the counter in Harbucks the Tweak family's coffee shop and said Hiya Tweak Tweak jumped a little bit and asked Hey Kyle what do you want? Kyle had a little look at the menu next to the counter and said I would like a small dark roasted coffee. Please Tweak turned around to make it and said Sure Kyle. The bell on the door rang as Stan walked into the coffee shop Kyle? He said. Kyle turned at his name Hey Stan. What are you doing here? Kyle asked inquisitively. Stan smiled and answered I want some coffee duh. Why else would I be here? Uh-h. I don't know. To hang out maybe?Kyle stammered. Kyle. Your coffee's done Tweak said placing Kyle's coffee on the counter. Thanks Tweak Kyle replied paying for his coffee and picking it up Stan do you want one? Kyle asked as he turned to face Stan who shook his head. Alright then. DMore Like This
MrPiggeh - HeartbeatChaise lay in bed, reflecting on today´s events.More Like This
Pewdie had visited today again and took Stephano with him to help him on a new custom story.
Mr Chair heard them scream a little while later and he shivered, happy he wasn’t in their situation. Other than that, it had been a pretty relaxing day, filled with reading old books and gardening in his flower bed behind the castle.
The brunette sighed, contently and rolled over on his side, letting his forest green eyes shut as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
A soft scratching noise jolted him out of his semi-slumber a few moments later. Chaise instantly sat up and scanned the room. In the faint glow of the moon, he was able to make out a table and shelves, but nothing odd that could be a threat. Until he looked down.
Mr Chair jumped and let out a choked scream. Hiding in the shadows of his bed was a face, staring back at him. Chaise grabbed the pillow and started hitting the offender, yelling the entire time.
"Ah!! Get out o
Seven Minutes in (Everything!) Heaven IntroAuthor’s Note: I own nothing. All rights go to their rightful owners. Also, Reader-chan is going to be about 18-19 because most of the guys are around that age. Also, let’s pretend that Ciel and Aang are like 17 because otherwise they’d be like 13 and wouldn’t really fit in with the other guys. Another thing – All the guys that have girlfriends in real life or on the shows that they’re on, don’t in this. At least the ones that I’m writing stories for. Which is most of them. So yeah.More Like This
Groups of guys:
Anime guys – Everybody from Ouran, excluding Haruhi, Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, Death the Kid, Soul, Sokka, and Aang.
YouTubers – PewDiePie, Cryaotic, Dan Howell, Phil Lester, Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Jack and Finn Harries, and Shane Dawson.
Random – Dr. Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Ben Mason, Fred and George Weasley, and Monroe.
You friend, Grell Sutcliff, was having a party, and insisted th
PDP 7 Minutes in Heaven: IntroductionYou walked down the halls of Brennenburg castle, confused as to why Stephano had given you directions that led down to such an empty wing of the building. Finally, you came across the door that you suspected he wanted you to find. Upon opening the door to the dark room, the lights immediately flicked on. “SURPRISE!” came a chorus of voices.More Like This
“Wh-what’s this?!” you asked loudly, staring at the group surrounding you. Stephano stood in the middle of the room, with Pewdie to his left, and Mr. Chair to his right. Piggeh was sitting on what looked like a food table, with Skully standing next to him and urging him to get down. Even Cry was there, standing behind Pewdie with a grin on his lips; the rest of his expression a mystery behind his mask.
“It’s a party, _____. For your birthday,” Pewdie explained. “It was all Stephano’s idea.”
You grinned at your friends. “Thanks, Stephano. And thanks, bros. This means a lot to me,
PaymentOnly one thing mattered right now. Nothing else. I no longer cared about the pounding headache I had, the sweat dripping in my eyes, nor the excruciating pain that shot from my ankle each time my right foot struck the ground. All that mattered was that I kept moving. My feet were moving at an impossible speed. Well, impossible for a chair. When chairmoding failed, all I could do was run. I would defend myself... but I'm not really that type of guy.More Like This
The bro always goes for the easiest target. Well, when Pewdie isn't around to scream and run around like a chicken with it's head cut off, the bro actually notices me. Why am I always the target? Because I'm the weakest of course. I envy Stephano. With his natural athleticism, strong wits, knowledge of just about every weapon, stamina, strength... Ah, getting off topic. Needless to say, the bro doesn't dare attack him. Usually just me. And guess who has to swoop in and save my sorry behind? Stephano.
I had just been in the library enjoying a
O.o (PDP Writing Meme)RULES:More Like This
- Pick 10 of your OCs in any order. If you don’t have 10 OCs use canon, borrow yer friends's char, whatever.
- Don't look at the numbers in the questions while picking the characters! (it's more fun that way)
- Link back to the blank.
- Have fun!
PICK YOUR VICTIMS!
3. Mr. Chair
10. Teleporting Naked Guy
1. So, [Skully], what do you think about Valentine's Day?
Skully: Love sucks.
Piggeh: Passionately. <3 <3
2. Believe it or not, but [Mr. Chair] was convinced to go to a blind date. Turned out his partner is [CutiePie]. How was the date go?
Mr. Chair: Oh, hello Miss CutiePie!
CutiePie: Hello, Mr. Chair! If you see someone tall, Swedish, has preferably blue eyes and stubble, and is undenyably handsome, call me. *walks off*
Mr. Chair: *heartbroken*
3. Later [Mr. Chair] and [CutiePie] found out that [Jennifer] was the one who picked them for the blind date...
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“It used to be so docile, just Red, Mayo, and I.”
He entered the room with his normal red bomber, his regular red beanie, and jeans ripped like always. And yet when he laid eyes on his younger brother, he looked different in the eyes of the beholder. Something about him seemed different. Because they had lived with each other, fed off of each other, and thrived together, it wasn’t hard to spot the smallest freckle or scratch mark on the other.
“Red, where have you been?”
The middle brother had been busy putting the toddler to sleep in the corner, as always. Red was always out and about, leaving him to take care of the youngest of them. They were great caretakers nonetheless, and each cared for the other. They were the perfect, ideal group of brothers.
Red smiled and approached the little thirteen-year-old, slipping off the green beret and ruffling soft brown hair. “Hey, little guy. How’s Mayo been?”
“Well, I got him to sleep
Mr Chair~ Chair mode Chapter 1- EXTRACT"Chair mode Pewdie!" I shouted. The Bro trudged closer towards Pewdiepie who was pressed against the ageing wall stiffened with fear. "Pewdie! Move you idiot!", again the frozen swede stood against the wall, not moving a muscle, his hearing disabled. If Felix didn't move now, this would be it, his death, and I would be witnessing it. The mangled monster tripped towards him with loud groans leaking from it's long deformed mouth. It lifted its clawed, blood soaked arm above the blonde gamer. I was to the left of Felix at this point, over hiding in the shadows of the room. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I watched such a thing cold bloodedly murder my bro and I, not having of done anything to prevent it. Without further thinking, I leapt forward, pushing Pewdie to the ground and freeing him from the spot where he had seemed to of been cemented to the wooden floor. I stood in the path of the monster now. It's long murderous claws thrashing down across my torso. After the mutatedMore Like This
Eye Examination (A PewDiePie Fanfic)*Stephano’s POV*More Like This
About 5 years later, both little Mr. Chair and Piggeh knew what they liked doing. Eight-year-old Mr. Chair liked reading...a lot! He was reading Shakespeare at such a young age, and seemed to be very absorbed in the books. And nine-year-old Piggeh liked stretching...and poking at his abs...and working out. Strange, but it’s what he did. One day, he even told Gonzales that he couldn’t wait till he hit puberty! Gonzales had no clue how to respond, so he kept his mouth shut.
One day, Mr. Chair complained that he couldn’t read the words on the page in his book. “They’re blurry,” he said. “I can’t tell if that says ‘tree’ or ‘three.’” I knelt down in front of his chair. “Relax; I’m going to pull down yeur lower eyelids so I can see if zere’s any dust or eyelashes, or if yeu might have an infection,” I said.
I gently pulled down on his lid, and had a quick look. There