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Comfortable - :GIFT:Michael Sanders had honestly never meant for any of this to happen. He was being completely honest with that statement. At no point when he had decided to become a Guardian Angel did he expect to fall head over heels for his mentor, Aaron Chesters. He didn’t even know when all of the lovey-dovey stuff began to affect his life: when his heart started to pick up speed when Aaron walked somewhat near him, when he started thinking all of Aaron’s little quirks and features were adorable, when he started hoping his so-called best friend would start doing little stuff such as holding hands or kissing his forehead. That kind of stuff. He especially didn’t know when all the blasphemous thoughts about what he wished Aaron would do him later in the bedroom came either… the only thing he knew about that is that God was not too happy about them.Comfortable - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
It was just something that kind of happened, and Michael could now say with confidence that he wanted Aaron to be his. It was still
Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold - FNAF 3It felt a little surreal right now – this scene playing out in front of him, like he was stuck in a wicked dream of some sorts. After all, it was scarily accurate to the very thing he had imagined ever since the day he had been slaughtered. Wiping tears of joy from his eyes, he began approaching the man dressed in the purple, who was backing away… waving the knife he had used to kill him threateningly, snapping at him to back off. Too bad that thing wouldn’t save him now. The man in purple could do whatever he wanted to them now… burn them, cut them up, disassemble them… but he would never be able to stop this and now, he was pretty sure the man knew it. His eyes were wide like a scared animal as he backed away, screaming and shouting. If he used his imagination, he could imagine that some sobs were even escaping the man’s mouth as he grew more and more afraid, trapped in the room. Heh. How pathetic.Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold - FNAF 3 by Ashdapple
Well, if this man thought that a few tears and som
Not so Bad After All - TF2 Fanfiction - :GIFT:“Miss Pauling, please! Can’t you pick anyone else out of the Mercs to watch Pyro for the week?” Scout practically whined into the phone, running his free hand through his wiry, golden-brown hair in dismay, already starting to feel a headache begin to bloom in deep recesses of his skull. “This is my one vacation of the year and I kind of don’t want to spend it constantly having to worry about whether or not *it* will burn down every attraction for whatever reason! Please, you just got to understand!”Not so Bad After All - TF2 Fanfiction - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
Okay, so maybe he was being a tiny bit overdramatic and acting somewhat like a three-year-old, but still, someone had to at least somewhat understand his plight at the moment. Why his desire for a few days of freedom away from everything was so strong. Ever since he had decided to join Spy in the whole mercenary business five years ago, he had to constantly be surrounded by the other Mercs, which was much easier said than done. In fact, now that he really
This Christmas Isn't Too Bad - :GIFT:Hawk had to admit… the holidays were a bit of a drag. Not she was some humbug or anything like that. Far from it in fact. She liked Christmas and the little things it offered. She liked the various colors and some of the frenzies it put people through. It was fun to make of Black Friday piranhas- er – shoppers… and there was plenty of bad holiday specials to point and laugh at. There were Santa hats that she could force on Pedro’s head and all that kind of silly stuff…This Christmas Isn't Too Bad - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
There was always a bit of fun to be had during this time, like there was any other time.
But Christmas, admittedly, had seemed to lose its magical spark over the years. She vaguely remembered back when she was a kid who still naively believed in Santa Claus and Rudolph and all of that other mystical garbage… and how exciting all of it was. The nervousness one felt during Christmas Eve as they mentally went over the year, trying to pre-determine whether or not Santa had put them in the
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Babysitting - StreamClan Fanfiction - GiftHow, in the dear name of StarClan, did Leonpaw get himself stuck in this situation? Why was he stuck here in camp, babysitting some dumb kits while a majority of his Clanmates were attending the Gathering?
Actually, why was he asking these questions to himself? He knew the answer to them all.
The reason he was stuck here was through the carefully concentrated effort of Kirigiripaw and Monobear, or aka, the scourges of his whole entire existence. Okay, so maybe he was the only cat who knew and called them by that, but still, it was a fitting nickname.
Granted, he had been foolish to believe Monobear in the first place. But an apprentice should be able to his trust his/her mentor full-heartedly. Wasn’t that like one of the unspoken agreements in the ritual between both mentor and apprentice. Sure, Monobear was an evil, sadistic cat but…
No, there was nothing to add to that. There was his answer of why he shouldn’t trust any of Monobear’s words. Monobear was a sic
Secret Chocolate - Durarara! FanfictionShitsuo had always liked chocolate. Normally, this fact wouldn’t shock anyone. Lots of people loved chocolate. It was a perfectly normal love to have. Maybe not the healthiest, but it was okay.
But people were raised in different families, and if Shitsuo’s family had even heard a hint of this fact, he didn’t even want to imagine how much they would hound and lecture him.
Shitsuo’s family, to say the very least, were extremely strict. Obedience was the one skill Shitsuo had mastered completely. It was the law he was raised by his whole entire life. Whatever his parents said was law.
He was assigned to be a butler to Sakuraya by his family, so obviously, he had to learn how to be obedient and used to taking orders. His family had given him early experience per say. Everything in Shitsuo’s life was controlled by them, timing and everything.
Shitsuo, when he went to play outside with other friends, had to come back exactly an hour later. That was his curfew. &