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Ask yourself (part 5)
*LARRY SHIT ABOUT TO HAPPEN, NOTE TO HATERS - leave -.-*
Louis was standing in the living room, the party going on around him. He was drunk: More than drunk. He was beyond his limit, but he didn’t care. Not until he found what he was looking for. The hair, the eyes, the lips, the hands …
He got eye contact; he held the younger lads eyes locked on him as he himself took a sip of his beer. He threw the empty can on the floor, and turned on his heels, walking towards the stairs. Louis didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know that Harry was right behind him. Louis walked inside an empty room, closing the door after him. It didn’t take long before Harry opened it. He walked over to Louis who was standing with his back towards the door, looking out of the window, out on the night.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” Harry asked as he walked closer towards Louis. “You, who sent me the text.” Louis didn’t answer, he just kept
Ask Yourself (part 4)
you have been warned ...
“Harry!” Liam shouted from behind, and Harry turned around, waiting for him to catch up with him. “Hi,” he said as he reached Harry, slowing down. “You disappeared.”
“Yea, sorry, Liam. I just, it’s been a rough day …” Harry said, sleep in his voice as they walked down the pavement.
“Yea, I guess … Louis’s been acting weird lately, have you noticed?” Liam asked as he looked down on the pavement in front of him. “I mean, he has hardly bullied me, don’t get me wrong, I’m trilled, it just seems … strange.”
Harry didn’t answer; he just nodded, continuing down the street, as they turned left. “Do you know why? He bullies you, I mean,” Harry then asked, turning his face to look at Liam as he waited for his respond.
Ask yourself (part 3)
no hate, please...
To Liam's luck he'd only gotten a few marks on his face and upper arms, nothing serious. He'd skipped the first period but returned to English, where Harry was sitting, holding his seat. "Thanks by the way," he whispered as he slid onto his seat beside Harry.
"No problem, I wish you'd call for me or something, so I'd gotten there sooner. I hate that guy. Who does he think he is?"
"The king. He kinda is though. I mean, everyone's afraid of him-"
"Just because you are, Liam, doesn't mean everyone is," Harry smiled and looked Liam in his eyes.
"True, but I mean, no one really does anything to stop him, except from you. But you're new, that's different."
"I guess. I haven't known Louis for years like the rest of you have, and therefor I don't felt threatened by him nor his actions. He seems like any other bully I've met. But that doesn't give him the right to beat up innocent kids," Harry said seriously as he grabb
Ask yourself (part 2)
Louis started his car and pulled out, drifting a bit as he switched from R to D on his gear. It didn't take long before he noticed who was driving in front if him. Harry was - obviously - living nearby, otherwise he wouldn't have taken this road. There was nearly any traffic on this road, no cars at all really. He smiled to himself as the car in front if him slowed down, turning right up a driveway to a red brick-house with two floors. He flicked his eyes back to the road, as he himself was about to turn up a driveway. He held to stop six houses down the road on the left. He got out if his car, wondering if Harry had noticed any of it.
Louis got out if his car. With his books in his hand he walked up to the front door, opening it and went inside.
"Mum! I'm home," he shouted as he walked from the hall through the living room to get to the kitchen.
"Upstairs boo bear!" Joanne shouted back from the first floor. Louis threw his bag in the floor, bo
It was a Tuesday quite like any other for Louis Tomlinson, Grant High School’s 'king'. He was eighteen years, senior, and the captain of the school's football team. He was the school’s bully, the most respected and popular guy, the one anyone feared admired. He had his gang, being two guys, both younger than himself – Zayn, English/Pakistani bad boy with dark brown hair and slightly dark skin. He had moved here from Bradford five years ago. He was seventeen, strong of figure, had a couple of tattoos here and there – something about him told you that you shouldn't get into a fight with him. And then there was Josh Devine, brown haired too, also seventeen, strongly built and the school band’s drummer. He’d known Louis since Primary school.
The three of them walked down the hall of the school, everyone getting out of their way as they headed for the canteen to eat lunch. Louis Tomlinson soon got eyes on us favourite boy-to-bully, Liam, sitt
One Direction Fan-fiction chapter 36
One Direction Fan-fiction
”Harry?” Cassie said with a frown. She had her hand entangled with the guy’s from the picture. She didn’t let go of him. I could have sworn that if it weren’t for all the watching eyes I’d beaten the shit out of him, fucking Amadour, fucking Frenchman, fucking dickhead. She was astonished and confused, not quite knowing how to react. Neither did I, I was frozen and didn’t have the ability to move at all. She let go of Amadour, leaving him just as confused as I as she disappeared through the crowd. My legs finally obeyed my orders and ran after her, pushing away the people who was getting in my way. I lost track of her for a second, stopped to catch a breath. And then, there she was, on her way into the back, only allowed for staff members. I didn’t care, didn’t listen to the workers as they told me not to enter: I just went straight after Cassie, no
One Direction Fan-fiction Chapter 35
One Direction Fan-fiction
*THIRD PERSON POV*
It had been four months since Cassie got home from the hospital. Three months since Harry and her split up. One month since she started to loose weight again. She’d put on about 22 ibs since her abortion. Food seemed to be the only thing that helped. Cassie was simply trying to deal with her loss of the baby. For four months she’d done nothing but eat. She’d gone home from America, away from the reporters, away from her baby, away form Harry. Her family was the only thing she’d brought with her home.
The last month sense had pupped into her head. Getting fat was not the ultimate way of han-dling her situation. She’d started to exercise. Every day: Several hours a day. She’d run, bike, swim, go to fitness centres and even do push ups at home before bedtime. She would hardly eat any-thing. Her mum was getting worried: As a nurse, she knew just how mu
One Direction Fan-fiction chapter 34
One Direction Fan-fiction
The press in US was worse than back home. Harry and I could hardly leave to hotel without being followed by reporters and photographers. Three weeks of that, and our relationship was starting to change for the worse: We started fights over nothing and our language wasn’t pretty. His new friends in New York knew how to party, and of course Harry couldn’t miss that. I don’t know whether I asked him to stay home at the hotel because I needed him, or because I was jealous of him having fun while I struggled with back pains and weird eating habits.
Lately Harry had moved his pillow and duvet into our suite’s living room to sleep on the couch. On one hand I appreciated it, ‘cause that meant more room for my enormous stomach, but on the other hand it hurt. It scared me. It made me sad, that Harry wouldn’t sleep with me. I remember how my dad started to sleep on the couch, just bef
One Direction Fan-fiction 33
One Direction Fan-fiction
I don’t even know where to start. So many things have happened over the past three months. Well, first of all, Harry has moved in with me. Or should I say us; ‘cause we’re living at my mum’s place: Which is embarrassing as well as awkward. I just wanna move out, get my own place. A house, where the kid will be able to play in the garden with the sun shining and birds tweeting in the trees. I want my kid to grow up on the country and play all day, far far away from the crowding city and traffic. But as it is right now, that isn’t going to happen anytime soon.
Harry and the band are going to US for three months to work on and record their next album, shoot some music videos and make interviews. He asked me to come, but I’d rather not. Not that I don’t want to be with him or anything, but I just want him to get some alone-time. I can take care of myself, and if not, that
Sonadow, Chapter 5 The GameSonic gave a dramatic sigh, it had been over two weeks since he had seen the Ultimate Life Form and he had to be honest he actually missed his presence. Even if he never talked or really cared about anything, just the silence of him alone just felt normal.
Damn if only Sonic hadn't done what he did then his Shadow might just be here glaring at him right now and saying a sarcastic comment or doing his usual motive of crossing his arms and a loud 'hmph' humming in his muzzle. Wait did he just say 'his Shadow'?
"Man… I would kill to hear that again…"
"What was that, Sonic?"
He snapped out of his thoughts to look up at Tails, the little yellow fox had a wrench in his hand as he was creating yet another invention of his that he had been working on for the past three days. Sonic couldn't really what he had been creating honestly, sometimes Tails just got so scientific with his sentences it was hard to understand him anymore. It was almost as if he was speaking a whole other langu
My Little Doll... (Freddy/Reader) Chap. 4You whimpered some, as you shook your head; sliding from Freddy's loose grip on your shoulder, and stood in the middle of the hall; looking back, seeing the exit a mere few feet away.
"Don't even think about it (Y/N)~." You heard the demonic bunny chide, his voice starting somewhat glitch. Chica giggled moments after, her eyes starting to become a lighter shade of purple. "Yes, just come with us.... come with us and accept your fate..." She cooed, in a gentle; and somewhat motherly tone.
You only whimpered more; and back towards the exit. Freddy only chuckled, as he advanced towards you; Chica and Bonnie just standing there; grinning evilly as they stared you down. "Don't even (Y/N)... you heard Bonnie... and your heard Chica..." The giant bear purred, his large paws clamping down on your frail shoulders lightly; chuckling darkly.
You allowed your head to hang low; your (H/C) hair hanging in front of your face, as you blinked by tears rapidly. "Well~?" You looked up, seeing Freddy's gl
RegularDays Cap9“Sigo siendo yo”
De pronto, Mordecai manda a la mierda su valentía y comienza a sentirse nervioso. Estaban muy apegados uno del otro, la entrepierna de Rigby se hallaba casi cerca de la de Mordecai…Como si se estuvieran rozando…
Tenía que continuar ¡quería continuar! pero… Aun no se acostumbraba a la idea de gustarle los hombres, y peor… ¿Y si lo arruinaba? Aún si se detenía ahora… ¿Qué explicación le daría?...
Mordecai: *Ruborizado, se detiene*…
Rigby estaba completamente rojo, estaba preparado para recibir el beso. Sin duda era algo que quería con todas sus fuerzas. Solo faltaba que Mordecai diera el primer paso…
Mordecai: Emm…Lo siento! hehe
Rigby: [¡¡¡] ¿Eh?
Mordecai: Yo…*Se sienta sobre la cama*…me caí *Sonríe*
Rigby: … [¡¿ES JODA O QUE?!]
Pimp!LevixProstitute!Reader-A PIMP NAMED LEVI( This Is not supposed to be serious and I am writing this because I can't think of an idea for the next chapterWOO)
"What's your name?"
"A Pimp Named Levi."
"Alright. Well, Levi I-"
"It's 'A PIMP NAMED LEVI.'"
"Uh... Like I said, Lev-"
"MY NAME IS 'A.PIMP.NAMED.LEVI!!!'"
~To Be Continued~
Loki x Reader - Partners: Ch 7You and Loki rode in the rear of the jet in silence. “It should only be four hours until we land.” The pilot called back over the roaring of the engines.
You gave him a thumbs-up and looked at Loki for some sign of confirmation.
He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and foot tapping in silence. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or bored, maybe both.
You sat on the opposite side of him. After a few minutes, you stood up and started walking around. Loki’s eyes followed you, you swore the intensity of his gaze could burn a hole in you. A few more minutes and the quinjet hit a cruising altitude and the roaring had ceased. You could talk at a normal level.
“Have you ever been on one of these before?” You asked Loki.
Loki smirked. “Just once or twice. Thor cut my ride short though.” You nodded thoughtfully. “I was also relatively tied up.” He added ruefully.
“The other time?” You asked.
My Little Doll... (Freddy/Reader) Chap. 6 You gulped slightly; feeling the hook slightly dig into the flesh of your neck, drawing a mere drop of blood in the process.
"Tryin' to escape are we?" You heard the voice growl into your ear, as you trembled in his/her grip; gulping again. The voice only chuckled, as they grabbed you with their one actual hand, swiveling you around to face them...
To reveal an animatronic fox, with an eye patch over his one eye, the other one a glowing white, that seemed to stare in straight to your terrified soul. "The name be Foxy.. .Capn' Foxy. And what would yer name be?" You didn't answer for a moment, your throat closed up; as you eyed the robotic pirate, terror in your eyes.
Foxy sighed a bit, and shook his head. "Well... I guess it doesn't matter what yer name be..." You yelped a bit, feeling him lay you across his shoulder; and walked over to the curtains, opening them. "W-What... w-what're you doing?" You asked in a barely audible whisper, earning a small chuckle from the pirate.
Unforgettable Love (Ch. 3)Without alert, she kissed me passionately, I was going to let go, but all the pure memories came rushing back, and I remembered the same Lucy from 10 years ago; the Lucy in love with me. It was heated, I could feel my face burning up from a simple kiss. Before tongue could come in, she let go, and pulled away, ending my happiness by pulling away.
I felt her lips move away; her entire body became slow and lingering.
I was in absolute bliss until I remembered Kinana.
Urgently, I pushed Lucy away, not too hard to cause infliction. She looked away, at the floor, like she pitied me. Her expression was almost like she regretted that experience, but secretly loved it.
I can't love her the way I used to. I still love her, of course, but I'm not entirely sure if that feeling will ever come back. The impact she's caused on me has infected me tremendously, and falling in love with her again would be a mistake. I'm committed to Kinana, and I can't
Waning Daylight - Chapter 30Chapter 30 – Sunrise
‘I’ve been waiting so long for this day…’
The late autumn wind blew gently through the Barrow-in-Furness Station. It was early morning, but it was still dark and, save for the sounds of the local switcher taking the infamous Flying Kipper elsewhere to be loaded into trucks, it was quiet. Peaceful, just the way Henry liked it. The early morning hours reminded him of the forest. He still hated being up so early but the trip allowed him to watch the sunrise and the water turn in orangish color as the sun’s light shined onto the nearby sea. Despite the cold air, he was quite warm thanks to his firebox, a sensation that had been foreign to him so many years ago.
Who builds an engine with a firebox too small?
The question always rattled around in his mind as it was never truly answered. Bah, it didn’t matter anymore. A soft, content sigh escaped him as the rising sun began to warm his metal body. Everything w
WidmoreIt was summer and the sun shine above the small village Barrit. The grass and trees were greener than ever. Not a single cloud was to see on the blue sky.
Mr and Mrs Widmore had just arrived to their manor in Barrit after spending three weeks in London with Mr Widmore's sister and her family.
The horse carriage stopped in front of the manor's front door. The Butler, Mr Darell and the housekeeper, Miss Fitch stood out on the courtyard waiting for the Widmore's to step out of the carriage.
Besides Mr Darell and Miss Fitch, the rest of the servants; maids and lackeys were all together out on the courtyard to wel-come home their lordship and ladyship.
Mr and Mrs Widmore grew out of the carriage. Mr Darell walked towards them and bow.
"Mr Widmore, Mrs Widmore."
"Ah, Mr Darell."
"Sir. Your journey was pleasant, I
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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