crystalorchid23

"You need a life , (Name)." Belgium said , not even lifting her eyes from the magizine she was peering through. "Well gee, I love you too , Bella." you reply , your eyes also not leaving the object of your attention. "No seriously, (Nickname). No guy's gonna wanna tap that if all you do is play video games all day." You deadpanned and looked at her. She had an impish grin on her face. Her eyebrows rose as if wanting you to question her. You scoffed and returned to your game. "Oh-a no!" the red hatted plummer yelled as he fell down a bottomless pit. Belgium tutted. "See even Mario agrees with me. Get a boyfriend, (Name)." "Well you and M

Author's Note: Whatthefak. Yes, this is how I spend my Saturdays, writing gay shit about a hick and a conman. No really though, I love this pairing. It rocks so hard. This song is loosely based off of Streetlights by Ludo. Go listen to it, NOW. Also the song Ellis is singing is called Friends of Mine by Hugh Dillon, Nick's voice actor. Really, I couldn't help it. This is really OOC…. Disclaimer: YEAH, I totally own Left 4 Dead 2 BECAUSE I AM THAT AWESOME. I also have a robot unicorn, a flying pink gorilla, and Andrew Volpe is my husband. Sadly all of this is untrue.                                                   Streetlights and

You were riding in a horse-drawn carriage with your father. You had been quiet for most of the journey "What's wrong, dear?" He asked "Father, I'm in love ... but you'd never let me marry him" You replied "Is this about that Kirkland boy again?" He asked angrily "Y-yes ..." You mumbled "For the last time, he's a servant boy. He works in the kitchen ... what on earth possessed you to develop feelings for him?" He asked "He's ... so nice ... and he's funny" You replied "He has a foul mouth and he's a bad influence on you. Stay out of the kitchens from now on" He said "But father-" "No!" He growled Suddenly you heard a gun shot and the

         “You know something? I just noticed that there are a lot of different Links in here. It's kind of giving me the creeps.” Midna shuddered, quickly floated around the room and jumped into your lap. “Why don't you get one of them out of here? That would be a little less creepy.” With Midna still holding tightly to your shirt, you stood up and grabbed the leather sack. You can let go of me now. I don't think I'd be much protection anyway.” A soon as Midna let go of you, you started searching for an item. Something shaped like a coin, but much larger caught your attention. You lifted it into your hand and lo

        Some time far past midnight, you woke from your sound sleep. With the reason you had woken up a mystery, you snuggled back into bed and tried once more to rest. A cool breeze from the open window swept through the room, bringing with it all the smells of the night. Just as you began to drift, you heard a noise. “Who's there?” There was no moon tonight, making your room pitch black. Afraid that the intruder wasn't just an animal, you began throwing everything on your bed in the direction of the noise. “Ouch. Hey be careful, it's only me. Stop throwing stuff.” A bright blue light appeared from nowhere, showing t

          Jiraiya called you up to the middle of the room and held out the large bucket for you. You pressed your hand through the items and felt around for only a few seconds before something rather interesting got your attention. After removing it from the bucket, you gave it a closer look. It was a small piece of wood, with very intricate carvings on it. The detail and time, that some had  put into this amazed you. As you looked up to ask who it belonged  to, Sasori appeared in front of you. You jumped. "God, you scared me." "That's my item. You can keep it though. I  couldn't get it how I wanted it." Sasori began walking to the closet. "

Author's note: I love these two way too much. And I love them when they were kids even more. I got bored and felt the need to write this ^^ *** “Je t'aime,” France cooed into England’s ear. The smaller nation yelped and tried to push himself away. “Don’t speak that weird language around me!” he huffed. “What did you say anyway?” France smiled and shrugged. “Nothing, mon petit chou.” England pouted and puffed out his cheeks. “You’re lying.” “Oui.” “You’re doing it again!” “Why does it matter what I said?” “Well…I…It doesn