You walked into the bathroom, planning to go pee, as your bladder was screaming for release. But as you walked in, you saw yourself in the mirror. Ah, the mirror, your one and most dangerous enemy, you turned to look at yourself and cringed a little. How could you have thought that you didn’t need a paper bag over your head today. You leaned in closer to inspect yourself, ignoring the pain in your bladder. ‘God, you look horrible! It’s hard to believe Karkat’s been with you for so long without admitting it’s a joke yet,” said a voice in your head, you agreed with it. You started to pick at every pimple, b
Thursday Night Escape- Part 10 by goldenrainfalling, literature
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Thursday Night Escape- Part 10
Part Ten-
Reader’s P.O.V.
In all honesty, I have no idea what just happened, questions are racing through my head like bullets. It was kinda giving me a headache, hearing everything over and over, they won’t stop repeating. I hate it when this happens, I don’t have a way to shut them up and it’s annoying. But my main question is why am I so important? After all this time and they still care about little old me? And considering the fact that I have a different name, shouldn’t they not pay any attention to it? I honestly think my doctor is crazy and is spouting bullshit, but I might as well humour him while IR
Thursday Night Escape- Part Nine by goldenrainfalling, literature
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Thursday Night Escape- Part Nine
Part Nine-
Sollux’s P.O.V. (A few weeks later)
As soon as I get home from work I throw off my shirt and shoes. I had the day off, but a co-worker’s kid broke his arm or some shit like that and they called me in. I sigh when I hear Latula, Mituna’s ex who still thinks that they’re in a relationship even though she’s the one who broke it off.
“Hey, Sollux,” she says and I don’t answer. Why hasn’t my brother told her to leave yet?
“‘Tuna!” I yell and I hear him sigh because he knows what’s coming. When he’s in front of me, I grab his arm a pull him into the ki
Thursday Night Escape- Part Eight by goldenrainfalling, literature
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Thursday Night Escape- Part Eight
Part Eight-
Normal P.O.V.~
(Name)’s jaw drops along with Mituna’s.
“F-Father?” she sputters and the doctor smiles.
“Just kidding. Sorry for the unhost-like behaviour, I wanted you to stop talking and what better way than to shock you?” he says with a look that suggests that maybe he wasn’t “just kidding”, but (Name) and Mituna didn’t notice.
“Young man- Mituna, isn’t it?- would you please leave? I have some things to discuss with my patient that I’d rather you didn’t hear,” Dr.Scratch says and as Mituna opens the door, he grabs Mituna’s arm, hi
Thursday Night Escape- Part Seven by goldenrainfalling, literature
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Thursday Night Escape- Part Seven
Part Seven-
Reader’s P.O.V.~
Everything is dark and quiet except for the sound of twigs snapping. My heart is filled with a very familiar feeling- fear. Fear is a good friend of mine, thanks to my mother, though, this isn’t the fear of getting hit or possibly killed, it’s a fear of what’s to come. Another twig snaps, and I have the instant instinct to run, but I can’t run. It’s like I’m motionless. My heart is beating so fast, I fear it’ll burst out of my chest. In front of me, I see a dog’s, no, wolf’s paw come out of the darkness. It’s pure white, like snow. Another paw come
Macaron Moiralls- Grub!Sollux x Grub!Reader by goldenrainfalling, literature
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Macaron Moiralls- Grub!Sollux x Grub!Reader
You and Sollux generally hated each other, you two had nothing in common at all, much to your lusus’ dismay. You had, in fact, tried to be friends with him, but all he talked about was another grub named Aradia and codes. That’s all he talked about, which got annoying after awhile. So, that led to you to hating him and he hating you- actually, once you had decided that you hated him, everything about him got more and more annoying. Every time you two saw each other, hisses were exchanged. This caused both of your lusii great worry, considering they themselves were moirails. They both had gotten together
False Strider- Part Two by goldenrainfalling, literature
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False Strider- Part Two
It had been three whole months since that day and you were still surprisingly living in the Strider household. But then again, you never did tell Dirk that you knew that you were an Egbert. Nor did Dirk know about the relationship that you and Dave had, though it was quite obvious since Dave’s arm was almost always around you. Right now, Dave’s hand was traveling further down than its usual spot on your mid-back. You smacked his hand away.
“Dave! Your Bro is right there!” you exclaimed as quietly as you could, which was quite loud.
“He’s asleep, don’t worry.” he replied as his head moved towa
This is a crackfic ((and a headcanon… maybe)). Dean x Reader hilarity, so be prepared to laugh. WARNING: THEY CAN'T TALK LIKE THE VICTORIANS DID, I'M SORRY.
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You had just finished a hunt with Sam and Dean and you were bored.
“Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sammeh, Sammeh, Samuel, Samuel, Samuel, Samuel, SAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEEHHH!” you yelled and you see his forehead crease.
“What?” he asked in a snappish tone.
“Samuel, I be bored. What I do?” you asked, purposely not speaking right just to piss him off.
“Well, first I suggest you speak right and second go find something to do.&r
Wiggle It, Just a Little Bit by goldenrainfalling, literature
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Wiggle It, Just a Little Bit
You were in a crappy motel kitchen, making sandwiches and wiggling your butt.
“Wiggle it, just a little bit!” you sang, not noticing a certain angel watching you with a confused face on. Turning around- and still wiggling your butt- you saw Castiel watching you move your butt around.
“Heeeey there, Cas. What is the up of the you in the up?” you say, blushing a bit and slowly stopping your hips from making circles.
“What were you doing? I have never seen those movements before.” he says, tilting his head with one eyebrow high above the other. You opened your before closing it with a smile.
The Seatmate Chronicle by goldenrainfalling, literature
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The Seatmate Chronicle
Sitting there in math class, I look over to my seatmate, John, and see him scowling at the air. What’s wrong with this Zoosmell Pooplord? He’s usually happy and clumsy. I squint my eyes at him and lean towards him.
“Psst! John!” I whispered in his ear.
“What?” he snapped quietly.
“I’m not wearing anything under my clothes.” I say and sit straight up in my chair. I hear him start to cough, I turn my head towards him and saw quite a sight. His face was bright red and his eyes were watering. Was it that funny? I look over to our teacher, Mr.Strider, and he was just on