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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
Wait (Levi x Reader) (One-shot)
"Hey, (y/n)..." he spoke to his beloved, but no voice replied.
"Don't feel like talking? Then just listen." Levi said, coming to the conclusion that she won't reply at all.
"The legion has been making progress for the first time in years. Jaeger and the other brats has also been doing a great job on not screwing up the missions and die." he started.
"I accepted Ackerman and Arlert in my squad. They've been showing improvements and I thought they had potential, so why not expand their skills?" he shrugged slightly.
"About those three... Both Jaeger and Ackerman would make great Lance Corporals but there can only be one. Their both strong in their ways and will fight to death just for humanity's justice. As for Arlert, his better off commander. He may not have the strength to fight but he has the brains that would be one of the greatest weapons humanity has to offer." he looked up at the clear blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Letting the warm rays of the sun bath the land.
"Also, have I t
Male!Hanji x Reader One-Shot Part 1: Experiments
You were sitting with a blank expression on your face as you gazed upon the container of tea that was set before you. You were together Commander Levi and that strange boy known as Eren. Your emotions were bouncing all over the place since you weren't sure which one to convey. All you could show to him was a bland look that didn't show your true colors.
"Uh...Heichou..?" You heard the young boy speak up and Levi turned toward his direction.
"What is it?" Your eyes shifted towards Levi to see that peculiar way in which he held his cup; hand over the rim instead of the handle.
"H-Hanji-san was wondering if he could experiment on me...Should I let him...?" Eren sat uneasily with his fingers sliding against the side of his cup.
"Are you so worried that he'll dissect you?" Levi didn't bother to look at the somewhat frightened male.
"N-no..it's just that-"
"The way you say that makes you sound very unsure. I can promise you that Ha
Final Fantasy Giantess/Shrink RPJust a general Final Fantasy GTS roleplay prompt. I feel like I haven't RPed as many games in the series as I'd like, so here you go. Games I'll cover include:
-Final Fantasy II
-Final Fantasy III
-Final Fantasy IV (As well as The After Years)
-Final Fantasy V
-Final Fantasy VI
-Final Fantasy VII
-Final Fantasy VIII
-Final Fantasy IX
-Final Fantasy X
-Bravely Default (Not really an FF title, but has some elements and is one of my favorite RPGs in recent memory)
I'm not really familiar enough with games after ten, or other spinoffs to do RPs on them. I can play the tiny or the giantess, depending on the scenario you want, and am okay with most giantess material as well as 18+ RPs.
Dead Bite: An Undead Story 77Dead Bite: An Undead Story 77
It was sad watching his boy-love spiral out of control. Aron kept a close eye on Jorel as the months drifted away from George’s leave. Despondent at first, the Italian barely left his room, and he withered without any feelings of hunger. Then Jorel received a letter, and his spirits perked up entirely. Suspicious, Aron scavenged through Jorel’s desk one day while he was out.
Aron dug out a letter post-dated about a month before. It read:
“My ship has made it across the Atlantic. I still have a ways to go to get to the front line. I hope to write you when I can. Don’t forget about me. – George.”
It took all of his willpower to not tear the letter in two. So, George was still serious about his Jorel. This hope could not continue. Aron would not allow for it. Jorel was his, and he needed George out of the picture.
He had thought that
Sweet Death: Into The Black P0Prologue: The Penny Drops
He stared at Marceline with lifeless eyes, silently moving his decaying, bloodstained lips in a fashion that resembled speech. Marceline could see herself reflected in the glassy orbs, so as she descended into a sobbing fit, she was acutely aware of how foolish she looked.
He stared on, impassive, yet accusing. There was scenery in his eyes, but Marceline could see only a shifting void surrounding them.
In his eyes, she was standing on a raised dais. She thought she recognized it from somewhere, but nothing was certain here. The platform was slick with blood, and a thrashing shape moved somewhere outside of her field of view.
People were cheering and laughing and screaming. She tried to reach out, but her arms were weighted at her sides as if by invisible chains. The noise amplified to a uniform howl that shattered and reformed her bones.
And there he was. Not he, her father, the gigantic bloodied corpse whose limitless re
Tainted chapter 4
Hearing the door creak open and a pair of feet shuffle in the room i opened my eyes slightly. I was not willing to get up just yet.
I saw a small framed woman who looked to be in her mid 20s. She obviously was the maid. As she got closer i recognised her. Her name is Beatrice, Lady Eleanor's favorite maid. She wore a white head wrap that pulled most of her hair away from her face. She is a shy quiet woman but she gets the job done.
"Good morning Lady Rosalind. The Duchess would like to meet you in the garden for breakfast." she said softly.
Before i could interject with my rejection she spoke.
"Why look at this dark room! My lady it is such a glorious day you must look at the beauty of the day"
Beatrice said as she walked over to the window pulli
Enamorate de mi - Cap 7Atención, esto es:
*Morby (Mordecai x Rigby)
Siguieron persiguiéndose ya olvidando la razón de porqué empezaron eso. Ya saliendo del bosque continuaron jugando, Rigby estaba distraído, aunque Mordecai vio en la lejanía algo, o alguien. Alguien estaba enfrente de la casa viendolo a él.
Rigby siguió contento hasta que notó a la chica de la cafetería, perfecto, simplemente perfecto. Obviamente ella no veía que el castaño tenía la ardua tarea de enamorar a Mordecai, igualmente no significa que solo por su aparición todo se derrumbaría. Ya llegando a la casa ninguno de los dos amigos fingió nada, ya que el ambiente cambia cuando están otras personas. Margarita le sonríe a Mordecai para luego acercarse.
-Hola otra vez Mordecai- El mencionado pensó que se sentiría nervioso como las primeras v
TSACHFL ( FMA: Envy Romance ) 2
Here's the second chappie xD
I got a spare towel from my kitchen and went back to the kittens.
Why the hell aren't they there ?!
I looked around frantically and found them in front my fireplace meowing to each other. '' At least they didn't stray far. '' I mumbled to myself. I walked towards them and sat down crosslegged.
'' Alright, Let me dry you up and then I can leave you guys alone. '' I said as I held up the towel. All 3 of them stared at me funny. I just gave them a straight face.
'' You know, I can do well without the funny looks. If I leave you wet, there's a possibility you can get sick. '' I explained, flailing the towel left and right.
I took the towel and went towards the taller cat, the one that looks all girly and fancy but as I went close, it started to growl and expose its claws.
' That's strange. Those claws looks extra long than a regular cat's own. '
But nonetheless, This is wh
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
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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