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~A Recurring Nightmare~ (Sybil's POV )~A Recurring Nightmare~
I walked along the street in the cold,late night,my head was down,for I seemed to be incredibly depressed,I began to kick an old soda can out of pure boredom as I continued to walk along the street.
As I passed an old street lamp,I felt something grab me! I struggled to break free and screamed at the top of my lungs in the hopes that maybe someone would hear me,but to no avail.
I then heard whoever grabbed me tell me to "Shhh" and nuzzle my neck,I felt utterly disgusted at this,and as a last resort,I bit down on his hand as hard as I possibly could,he finally released me from his grasp and let out an audible hiss,as soon as I realized what he was trying to do,I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out my cross,holding it infront of my face for protection.
Feeling pretty confident,I said,"DONT. EVEN.MOVE. Or I SWEAR I'll use this! It burns Vampires if they even TOUCH it,and you wouldn't want that now /would/ you?" I smirked.
He watched me with interest, sile
Monster High fan-fic- Part 1ÿþJackson walked to school everyday knowing that at some point in the day,He was going to be picked on by Manny Taur (Son of the Minotaur) Manny is known as the school bully.
Manny always picks on Jackson for being half-normie,and today Manny was waiting for him outside the front door of the school,Jackson gulped hard as he walked toward Manny with his hands sweating and his body shaking.
"Where do you think you're going,Normie?" He said blocking Jackson's path
"What do you want Manny?"Jackson asked trying not to sound scared
Manny grabbed Jackson by his shirt,and began dragging him to the school fountain behind him
"Wh-what are you doing?!!"Jackson asked trying to break free of Manny's grasp.
"I'm just taking you for a little dip.." Manny awnsered with an evil chuckle
"ARE YOU CRAZY??,THE WATER'S FREEZING COLD!!!"
"That's the point" Manny said while putting Jackson on the edge of the fountain and pushing him in.
Jackson screamed as he fell into the freezing cold fountain wat
Spencer reid-Angel READ DESCOkay,i know Reid's not helpless or anything but,when he's in pain i just can't stand it i just wanna protect him..and this song explains how i feel about it perfectly ->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rtGt89HPhco
Stoaway ch.2After driving about an hour or so we reached Aunt Beckys house
"Sam,get your suit case from the trunk and head inside"Mom said with a smile on her face
"Okay" I said as i opened the trunk a familliar face poped up "Harley, what are you doing here???!" i whispered
"I'm here to show your Aunt i can be good." she replied
"Harley,sneaking into our trunk when you know your not soppose to and coming here is NOT good!" I whispered harshly
Harley sighed "I know,i just really wanted to go with ya.."
"Well,i'm going to have to hide you somehow.." I said
Harley looked down "You got anymore room in that big bag?" She asked
"Whats in the bag hun?" Mom asked while i struggled to drag it along
"Clothes" i said while still draging it
"I'll help you carry it" Aunt Becky offered
"No thanks,i got it" I said while succsessfully draging it into the bed room and shuting the door
I opened the zipper on the bag and Harley jumped out
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???!!" I yelled as she stood the
Stoaway ch.1I walked in to get my clothes and pack them in my suit case,my mom and i were going to aunt Becky's for 2 week's since we hadn't seen her in over a year
Harley walked in behind me with a sad look on her face and asked "Aw, remind me agian,why can't i go with you guys?"
As if i wasen't upset enough that she wasen't coming i told her.."Because you can't..i'm sorry Harls i'd love to take you but..Aunt Becky just dosen't trust you.."
"But i'll be real good,i promise!"Harley replied with her blue eyes twinkling
"Harls...Your Joker's hench girl.." I awnserd
"Eh,come on Sam, me and my Puddin'are just havin'some fun"Harley said while giving me a wink.
"I know" I said rolling my eyes
Just then mom walked in "Honey,its time to go say goodbye to Harley and let's go."
"Okay,Bye Harls, i'm gonna miss you" i said giving Harley a tight hug trying not to cry.
"Okay..Bye." She said sounding upset
I walked out the door with my suit case in hand and headed to the car...
As soon as we were in the car and
CM-Down with the sickness pt 7
About an hour later Hotchner and the rest of the team arrived at the E.R. worried sick
Hotch walked up to a nurse and asked "Exuse me,were from the F.B.I.were here to visit one of my agents Dr.Reid,hes fallen ill..
The nurse looked at her chart and found Reids name "Dr.Spencer Reid?" she asked
"Yes." Hotch awnserd "How is he?"
"Oh i have some great news,the antibiotics has entered his system and its cleared alot of fluid from his lungs, we suspect he'll be back on his feet in about 2 weeks"
Everyone's faces lit up
"Oh my god! THAT GREAT NEWS!" Prentiss shouted "what room is he in???!"
The nurse smiled and said "Oh,hes in that room right over there" she pointed to the room next to her with the open door
"Thank you so much!" Hotch said smiling (He smiled?! awww then he must really love Reid )
The team ran to the room Reid was in
Reid looked up and saw everyone at the door "Hey guys! come on in" He said still sounding very sick
"Hey kid" Morgan said while giving him a hug (This
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 7Marisa didn't sleep well that night.
She tossed and turned all night, trying to settle her mind, to make all the little pieces fit nicely next to each other, but it didn't seem to happen. She was angry, at John, at Miracle, at herself for letting her emotions get the better of her. She couldn't sleep, not restfully, at least.
Nine thirty rolled around, and she was where she was supposed to be, in her office, ready for Miracle to walk in, but she looked rough. Her hair and make-up were askew, her outfit wasn't co-ordinated the way it usually was. She looked less like a domineering matriarch, and more like a stressed secretary, four years deep into a fast food binge.
And this was what Miracle saw when she came in, sitting on the other side of the desk, her eyes wide in terror as a fat, serious-looking woman stared back at her.
Miracle reflexively shrank back, "I-I'm sorry..."
Marisa shook her head, "It's not important. So. What happened to you yesterday?"
"I-I panicked." M
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 5Two months after that fantastic opening night, all good feelings Marisa had ever had about where she was going with Porker's had officially evaporated.
She rolled over in bed, slapping her alarm clock as she did so. She didn't want to go to work, she just didn't. Work meant not knowing what to do, or how to talk about it, even. Gwen knew the situation, that conversation happened yesterday.
She rolled over in her covers, remembering back to how that had gone...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It was 10 AM, the restaurant didn't open for another hour and a half, and Gwen had come bursting into her office, wanting to know about... something.
She couldn't remember why Gwen had come in, and Gwen hadn't either, forgetting the instant she'd seen her friend looking a mess, all disheveled and half asleep on a desk scattered with papers.
Gwen had been worried, “'Rissa? Are you... okay? Did you sleep here?”
She'd woken up, but she was a long way from alert, mumbling as Gwen moved towards her, waddl
Aiden's Backstory. -ROUGH DRAFT-I bet you're wondering why Aiden is so shy and scared acting,well I'll tell you.
Growing up,he was extremely sheltered from much of the outside world,by that I mean,he was home schooled,and due to his horrible allergies,whenever he would go outside to play,he'd often come back in feeling terrible,so he often stayed inside his own house,never really going out all that much and getting to play with kids his own age,so that's why he's so clueless and shy when talking to people,he's so afraid of saying something wrong,or offending someone that he often tries to just keep his mouth shut and just stay on the sidelines.
He was extremely lonely most of the time,even though he DID have an animal companion (Swoops the bat),he longed to have someone who he could talk to and hold an actual conversation with,so he occupied himself with his school work to try and forget about how lonely he was.
He found Science to be absolutely fascinating,and it became one of his best subjects,leading him to
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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