I Absolutely Do“I have only one request.” She said to him, here eyes squinty and reserved.
“And what might that be?” His lips ghosted over her neck, greedily sucking at her tender, flushing flesh.
“Don’t look at me.” She closed her eyes in defeat.
He stopped his soft bruising of her collarbone to watch her face, his brow creasing uneasily. “Why?”
“Because this isn’t how I want to be remembered.” Her eyes shifted under their lids.
“Abby. Do you really think this is all I’ll remember of you?” She felt his warm palm rest on her cheek, his breath at her ear.
“You’re more than whatever happens or doesn’t tonight.” He whispered.
Her eyes opened, doe-wide, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and chest; pulling him closer. “You promise?”
“I absolutely do.”
He Reminds Me Of BreakfastYou smell like cereal. Honey Smacks or Cheerios; I can't decide. But I like it. I know that it's not your usual aroma, but it's a sweet change of pace. You flop beside me on my bed, and I know you can tell I've been crying; my mood is fouled and my eyes are red. But there you lay, next to me in an almost-yet-not-quite fetal position, your eyes look up at me like a child's when they're first caught in a lie. Your innocence kills me, but not enough to send fissures through my mask. No, I silently command to myself, maintaining this zombie-like facade.
I notice we're both wearing blue, and no matter how many times you insist, I swear it wasn't on purpose. Merely chance. I feel myself warming up to you and as you smile, I can't help but crack one myself, your sarcasm appreciated in ways I cannot explain. You then comment on my scent as I did on yours, claiming I smell of fruit, when I'd much rather smell of freesia or a candy of some sort; though you know I haven't permission to wea
3. You're Not The One, You're The OnlyI was going to tell you, that when your eyes close, I keep mine open just to memorize each crevice in your eyelids. Or that I almost like the feeling of accidentally running your teeth into mine in a passionate moment. Or that sometimes you make me feel special by doing things that you probably don’t think make me feel special. But they do. They really do.
I was going to tell you, that I love kissing you in the desert rain. Or that I love it even more because you’re always the one to take me by the hand and drag me out into the pouring or only drizzling rain and press your lips on mine. Or that even afterwards, if I’m cold from the downpour, my lips are very warm.
I was going to tell you, that I want to be the only one in your life, for forever and a day. Or that you’re going to be a wonderful father someday. Or that I miss you when you’re not here lying next to me, falling asleep in the house you occasionally stay at.
I was going to tell you that I m
2. Inked Pages About YouHe is beautiful, new, unexplored. His eyes lower to the ground and his lips smack together as he swallows. It’s something he doesn’t notice he does, but I do. His lashes are longer than mine but in a way I’m only jealous of them because they get to frame his lovely dark eyes. I want to make them cry beautiful tears, happy tears, someday.
He is beautiful, new, unexplored. His body trembles as much as it does when he’s in the cold, but we’re in a very warm room. I touch his hand and bring it to my chest whispering encouraging things like “I Love You” and “Touch Me” and he stays firmly planted at my shoulder, either too scared or too stubborn to move it further. I kiss that palm and say it’s alright that he doesn’t want to, even when I don’t feel like it is. I put my arms back into shirtsleeves and he stops me from pulling it on again just to look into my eyes and say “I love you.”
1. You're Beautiful, BoyHey. Hey you. I like you.
But I‘m not going to tell you. I’m going to gaze at you from across the classroom hoping maybe you’ll look back at me in time for our eyes to meet, even momentarily. I’ll notice the way you never smile and that you have brown eyes. And maybe I’ll accidentally bump into you when I leave the room, so that when I apologize for doing so, you’ll look at me and say not to worry about it. And I won’t, because you will have said not to.
You’ll ask me to teach you to dance, even when I’ll be just as bad as you are. But I’ll learn you will touch me gently and gentlemanly, your hands never left my waist even when I expect them to. You’ll tell me bits and pieces about yourself, the good parts that I’ll come to love the most. Your favorite color is blue and you live alone. I respect you instantly; you deserve it.
We’ll write your bucket list together, and by that, I mean you’l
Balloons Race Her To HeavenIt's two o'clock in the morning, and foggy, but I'm holding that balloon. The white one. Her white one. Popped, raggedy, worn. Black polka-dots drawn on. She wanted a pink one, but there were only black and white. So tonight I brought her a pink one.
I sit on a park bench that I've been sitting on since eight twenty-two last night, trees encroaching on my shoulders. I feel like the wind blows them lower, closer, but the wind isn't blowing and they're still coming closer.
I suddenly realize I'm not breathing when I try to hold my breath; I'd already been doing it. I can't find it in me to leave. I don't even have enough strength in my limp mind to do anything but think of her. My little girl.
She would've been twelve today. Her mother's blue eyes, her mother's beautiful fair skin. She looked exactly like her. She was the only one I had. Maybe fate gave me a second chance, something to hope for. But that changed six years ago.
"Daddy! I'm gonna go play on the swings, hold my balloon
Makoto Tachibana X readerGenre: Romance(?)/Humor
Sorry for the wrong grammars!
"Really?" Makoto asked.
Nagisa nodded and smiled cutely. "Yes, (Y/N) always turns into another person when she's drunk." Nagisa replied as he glanced at the (H/C) haired girl who was reading a book. Her eyes scanned the book with great focus that she couldn't even notice the two guys talking.
Makoto shook his head in disbelief. "(Y/N) don't drink. Does she? I can't imagine her drinking and getting drunk." Makoto stated as he tried to keep his voice down, carefully trying not to attract the girl's attention.
Nagisa snatched his own phone before scrolling through his gallery."Tell she's not drunk here." Nagisa handed the phone to Makoto. A video was shown (Y/N) really drunk and trying to walk towards the CR but failed and fell on the floor with a loud 'thump'.
"Wow," Makoto breathed out, "She's really drunk there. How many shots did she drink?"
"Hmm," Nagisa scratched his neck for a while before replying, "Eight shots, I guess."
Phineas y Ferb Vamos a Mexico!!!Prologo
Me subí a mi habitacion, arrastrando los pies, estaba agotada, pues esta tarde había un maratón en el cual participe junto con mis amigos, Ferb quedo en primer lugar, Phineas en segundo, y otro chico llamado Omar en tercero;yo quede en cuarto, pero este lugar nunca vale,así que al terminar la carrera, regrese a mi casa para inmediatamente aventarme en la cama.
Estaba pensando en como me había ido esta tarde, cuando mi madre me llamo.
-Hija-se oyó que estaba al otro lado de mi puerta, y entonces abrió esta-tengo noticias.
Yo la mire confundida y pregunte-¿cuáles?
-Iremos a México,pasaremos 2 semanas en casa de tu tía Martha.
-Enserio eso es asombroso,¿cuando nos vamos?
-Mañana en la mañana, así que ve preparando tus maletas, y baja a comer.
-Claro mamá- ella solo me sonrió y salio de mi habitación.
Estaba emocionada pues hacia tiempo que no visitaba México,
TyM:Miradas cruzadas pero equivocadas Parte 7ANTERIORMENTE
Lon: Ehh...yo...-en sus ojos se acumulaban muchas lágrimas que luchaban por romper esa represa que él había creado en ellos.
Xavier: Lon, ya basta de tragarse las lágrimas...ya basta-dijo el rubio mientras sus lágrimas seguían cayendo y mirando a los ojos a el chico del mechón rojo.
Lon: Ehhh...-dijo mientras lo miraba también a los ojos y las lágrimas comenzaban a caer una a una-no soy de hierro-dijo quebrando en llanto y Xavier lo abrazó.
Xavier: Lo sé-dijo mientras lloraba despacio.
Mientras que Lon y Xavier se fueron a la sala de entrenamiento para intentar tranquilizarse Marie fue con Lily a un bar para tomarse algo
Lily: Marie, ¿crees que deberiamos seguir con esto?
Marie: ¿A que te refieres?
Lily: Levamos casi 4 años buscando al culpable del accidente de los Thomas, Fred, Tamy, Sam, Dezz y Sam, pero no hemos encontrado n
TyM: La venganza del chantajista(trailer)En toda familia siempre ahi algo que une mas a esta familia
Phin: Ya han pasado 14 años desde lo ocurrido
J: Si es verdad como me alegro que sea hubiera acabado
Issa: Os importaria que no hablemos de eso
Aunque alguna vez ahi alguien que busca una venganza
Gladis: Bien hijos mios ya estais listos
???: Madre llevo años deseando acabar con todos los Flynn
???: No dejaremos ni un simple pelo de ellos
La venganza es un plato que sera mejor servir fria....
Tamy: Auh eso me dolio -levantandose del suelo
???: Lo -se sonroja al ver a la chica- siento
Lon: ¡Tamy Flynn Garcia-Shapiro! ¡¿Por que siempre debes retocar los inentos que hacemos?! -suspira muy fuerte- ¿estas bien hermana?
???: Si es tu hermana eso quiere decir que tu eres un Flynn Garcia-Shapiro?
Lon: Si asi es ¿por que?
Pero que sucederia si se calentara el plato de la venganza....
Gladis: ¿Que quereis decir con
Fall"I like this," she said, leaning on the balcony's railing to stare out at the city spread below. "Being on top of everything. It feels like nothing can touch us and our troubles are far away."
But that wasn't quite it.
I like this, she thought, because I feel like I'm going to fall. I'll fall, and everything will fall with me. We'll fall away from all the problems. We'll fall so long that we'll learn to fly.
"I like this, too," he replied, smiling faintly as he watched her.
His eyes closed. I just want to fall with you.
Sjuk Lucjan podía ser tan macho en maneras que a Zack le disgustaban. Una de ellas ser que mostrar debilidad era una cosa mala. El punk se enfermaría tanto que tomaría al menos dos semanas para mejorar. Donde habían estado las farmacias eran en una sección peligrosa de la ciudad que Zack hizo que Lucjan lo prometa que nunca entraría. Era verdad que un hospital estaba cercano, pero drogadictos lo dirigieron. Y Lucjan nunca escarmentaba: aun mientras que se puso en la cama, hecho una papilla.
Aun quería irse a trabajo ese día. ¿Pero adivina a quien no lo dejaría?
Zackarie era sentado en un taburete al lado de la cama, la mano de Lucjan en la suya -Lo siento mi cariño pero tú no vas en ninguna parte
-Hoy me dan un cheque- gruñó el punk con un tose -Quiero mi cheque
-Quieres drogas- dijo Zack francamente -Y mientras que te enfermas,
Caleb and Ella pt. 2Ella awakes to a delectable, searing heat. She snuggles closer into a flannel sleeping bag, inhaling the unfamiliar scent of cinnamon and fresh cut wood. A fire crackles in the background, filling the cabin with a softened glow.
Ella stretches out her arms, popping her shoulder bones and pointing her toes. She hears Caleb creep along the creaky floorboards and sit soundlessly beside her. He lightly pinches her big toe and she lets out a disgruntled moan.
“Get up you slug.” Caleb says as he jostles her sleeping bag. She peeks up at him with puffy eyes.
“What if I don’t wanna?” Ella says in a mocking, playful tone as she beams up at him. Her face creases into a cheeky grin. “I’m oh-so-cozy and maybe I don’t wanna leave just yet… Come back to bed with me babe, please?” Caleb feels her toes wiggling through the sleeping bag and chuckles his throaty, raspy laugh.
more and more one shots...(life with out a muse is a world where i puke up the contents of random nights...)
if i was going to be thankfull for the night i had with her it would mean i would have to be thankfull for the abuse she ever took that made her such a nice, easy prey.
i could start this with the moment of our bodys rolling over the wall that is in the intrence of her home.
i could start where the bed sheets became music sheets. covers became canvas and all those sweet saintly as in holy images of love and connection..
i could write about me leaving, her wanting me to.
i could write about the twears.
the devil breathing on the back of my neck.
my urges breathing on her neck.
the ash breathing in my neck.
the noose around her neck.
i could start at any countless meaningfull moment of the singel night we spent togeather, strangers it seemed that lead to this night and the next, that every day is a new day even if we have our and other sins to pay. that any moment that was between me and this soul... was w
Sebastian x reader x CielSebastian x reader x Ciel chapter 2
Authors note: okay this is the second chapter hope you like it
y/n= your name
e/c = eye colour
f/c = favorite color
Bard has as always made the food explode. But luckily sebastian came and cleaned the mess up. He then quickly made something else. I sat impatient and waited for y/n to come down. She is very beaut.... WHAT am I thinking. I don't have feelings for her... do I? I snapped from my thoughts when I heard someone open the door. I looked up and saw y/n in a f/c dress that hugged her vores nicely. I could feel a blush starting to crawl up on my cheeks.
I walked in and saw ciel sitting in a chair with a bored expression. But wait was that a blush I could see? No it couldn't be (I can rhyme ). I started to walk in his direction when I saw meyrin running in with plates in her hands she tripped but before she hit the ground I caught her with one arm and the plates with the other. Everyone stopped what they were do