The Ringo PoemMore Like This
You have a big nose.
It's as long as a hose.
Is that snot?
That's one big nose!
Nintey. TreeIn September 1993...More Like This
“Hey Neil, look at this!” called Theresa as she was on a branch. Farley gasped as he quickly came towards the tree she was on.
“Good heavens, Terri! Please be careful…” called Farley with worry in his voice. Theresa giggled as a ladybug was on her hand, she called back, “Don’t worry, Uncle Farley. My tiny friend and I are just having a chat and want Neil to be with us.”
“Oh no, don’t I want my little boy up in that tree!” Kathy has said as she placed her hands on her hips. She was quite a protector with her little boy but less than Gill. They heard two couples talking as they walked towards where the tree was.
“Uncle Keith! Uncle Stephen!” waved Theresa at them as she yelled their names. She was so excited to see them walking towards her way. The two couples looked up at the direction of the voice and both Keith and Stephen gasped, Keith was caressing his swollen abdomen. He
Hiccup X Reader - Arranged marriages (part 11)More Like This
You were trembling as your father led you to the throne room, and that was a little weird.
“Are you alright?” He asked, stopping just outside of the doors.
“Um…” You held up one of your hands, watching it in confusion as it shook ever so slightly. “I think so?”
You father stared at it took before smiling. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
“Nervous?” You scoffed, bringing you hand back to your side. “Why would I be nervous? I mean, this is Hiccup were talking about.” Your father just gave you a pointed look. “…Okay, fine. So I’m nervous.”
Your father shook his head that smile coming back. “You have feeling for him, right?” You nodded. “Then it’s only natural that you are nervous.”
You could distinctly remember having this conversation before. Yes, it was worded differently and with a different person, but you remembered. “…I
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt. 8More Like This
He’d done it, Jack had found a way to make you think of snow as fun, but just barely, and you weren’t about to let him know about his win. Instead you stated your agreement of how snow could be seen as fun without giving any more detail as to what had made you think that. Only a memory, you told him and which you soon regretted; a memory of something from long ago had made you see the cold and snow as something other than torture.
Now you lay in bed, the covers pulled over your head completely, and your cell held by your hand tightly. It was the damn memory, you thought, that stupid scene of them being all cozy with one another. Pressed together tightly, his arm pulling her close, her head resting on his shoulder, and Jack’s comment ringing in your mind: Name something you wanted to do since you were a little girl.
You let out a deep sigh thinking to yourself that it was far better to have a non-vocal study subject. Jack wa