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
Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love~
Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love
You sat on the olive-colored couch, sipping coke while watching the madness unfold before you. Arthur was unconscious on the floor, muttering about Alfred still needing him. And a very drunk Mathias went to find an unsuspecting Lukas, but didn't make it past the comatose Brit. And finally, Gilbert and Ludwig were still downing drinks at the homemade bar.
You still weren't quite sure how you ended up in Arthur's house in the first place, but then you remembered. Well, everyone had already made plans and they knew you were going to be home alone this weekend, so they had invited you to their little get-together. Although, you suspected their ulterior motive was to make you their personal designated driver. This irked you a little, but you let it go whenever you thought of how you were keeping them from getting into an accident.
Gilbert finally dropped ten minutes later. Ludwig tried to shake his brother awake, but the albino was out cold. He
thirty days. | oikawa tooru
Oikawa always ends up staring at your eyes. No matter how many times he tries to look away or tries to ignore your glimmering and shining [e/c] eyes, he always ends up looking at them in the end. It’s cheesy, he had to admit that – it’s very cheesy; somewhat like those old romantic cliche movies that you’d see every once in a while, but he loves your eyes and he loves staring at them; and a huge smile breaks in to his face when he stares at you. You would always respond to him by giving him a furrowed eyebrow, mouthing a quiet ‘What?’ as if you were questioning his actions, but he would merely let out a soft laugh before pulling you closer to himself and wrapping his strong arms around your waist, quietly murmuring mellow words of ‘I love you’ and ‘You mean so much to me.’
“I love you,” he would say, “I love each and every piece of you.”
He has always been so affectionate; he
Step-Dad (Tony StarkXReader)Tony StarkXReader
“Good morning everyone.” I walk through the elevator doors to the penthouse floor of Stark Tower. The Avengers have a meeting this morning, so I had to come. We hold the meetings at Stark’s because we all know he’s not going to come unless we invade his house. “Joseph go watch TV till I’m done here, with my meeting.”
“What’s with the kid sweetheart?”
“Mrs. McCall, the old lady next door, had a doctor’s appointment today so she couldn’t babysit.”
“Why do you have him with you anyway?”
“He’s my son Tony.” I look at him with a straight face, and can’t believe he is asking me this.
“Wow, didn’t know you were married, let alone that you have a kid.”
“I’m not married. Joseph is from an ex-boyfriend. He left me when he found out I was pregnant. Now, can we get on with the meeting?”
“Of course Agent (Last).” Fu
Human! Umbreon x Reader x Human! Espeon: Share?When you were younger, you had wandered out into the forest to play by yourself. You accidently ran across a wild pokemon. You, at the time, didn't have any pokemon to defend yourself, so it attacked you! But then, there were two Eevees that came out of nowhere and protected you from it!
After they defeated the wild pokemon, the two Eevees followed you home. You found it rather strange, but took them home anyway. When you explained to your parents what happened you were allowed to keep them.
Ever since then you kept them. There was no need for starters. They always stayed out of their pokeballs, and if one was sick the other wouldn't leave their side. You knew they were brothers, and you loved them bnoth.
Then they evolved. At the time, one of our Eevees was sick, and you took the other one out for a quick battle with another trainer. He evolved into your Umbreon. The next day, your other Eevee was much better, and he evolved into your Espeon. It was strange that the two were different
Flirts Have Feelings Too- Jean Kirschtein x Reader
You clenched your teeth in disgust.
Feet away from your current position on the field, a cadet with long, red hair giggled at a pickup line from none other than the Jean Kirschtein. He had his hands on his hips in a pretentious manner and displayed a smile that made the girl he was talking to giggle again.
God. Did he ever stop flirting? At least twice a day you would catch him trying to seem strong or act suave in front of other girls and frankly, it pissed you off beyond belief.
You were raised believing in honor and integrity. Bedtime stories of heroes off to save the day and watching the Recon Corps march to battle led you to become an outstanding young lady with respect for others. It was no surprise to your family when you readily announced that you'd be enlisting in the Trainees Corps on your twelfth birthday.
"Oi, (Name), we're just about done here, time for class." Your sparring partner lifted themselves off the ground and dusted off the dirt that had gathered on
Fake Marriage (Clint BartonXReader)Clint BartonXReader (Sorry it is very long)
“Agent Barton and Agent (Last) report to Fury.” Maria Hill said over the head pieces, provided by SHEILD.
Clint and I have done a few missions together, so this must mean that we are going to be assigned a new mission. We arrived outside the office door at the same time; Clint held the door open for me to enter before him. Fury sat there with two different files on his desk; he was looking out the window.
“The files are for your mission has your name on them and it will be done together. It will take at least 3 months for you to even get the background you will need to complete this. You leave tomorrow morning. Any questions?” Fury didn’t even turn around to look at us.
“Sir this says that we are married. And I’m a house wife! No! Nope! Not doing it!” I stand up to walk out.
“Either this mission or I make you babysit Stark. Take your pick Agent.”
“You said we leave tomorrow, ri
Burning To Have You- Pyrrha X Male!ReaderSeriously, why does no one write Pyrrha stuff anymore? No one man can do all this. All you RWBY writers out there, make some stuff for the Pyrrha fans. Don't be shy.
It was a normal day at Beacon Academy. Jaune was watching Markiplier with Ren across the dorm, team RWBY was in the library playing that board game that was needlessly complicated to some people (cough Weiss cough), and Pyrrha was studying for the upcoming test in Oobleck’s class. As for Nora, she was off in God-knows-where doing God-knows-what.
Well, that was one mystery solved, but what was she so happy about?
“REN REN REN REN REN!! You will not believe this!!” Nora was vibrating in place like she downed a BFC of Monster. Her grin was so wide, her face was almost in half. Jaune took this as a danger sign (smart man) and backed up against the wall. Pyrrha, too, scooted away in apprehension. Only Ren was unaffected.
“What’s up, Nora?” he asked calmly. Ruby often wondered if Ren was
Jareth X Reader-Chapter OneYou sat in your room, quietly, reading one of your cherished fantasy novels. You were dreading the upcoming events of the evening. Your parents were about to go out and you were charged with the task of babysitting your 'perfect angel' little sister, who was currently at a friend's house. You wished you could go back to being an only child again, but those days were long gone. You heard a knock on your door. You looked up from your book to see your mom, all dressed up fancy.
"Hey, sweetie," she said. "Mrs. Anderson will be dropping Carly off soon. I ordered the two of you some pizza and left the check on the counter, okay? Call me or your father if you need anything."
"Mmm," you replied curtly.
You were in no mood to talk. Your mother looked down at the ground before closing the door to your room. You picked up where you left off in your book. You couldn't wait to ge
it's a date. | iwaizumi hajime
You blinked owlishly at the flustered boy standing in front of you. Wasn't he... Iwaizumi Hajime? That boy who always knocked the shit it out of Oikawa Tooru? You had to admit, seeing the boy being embarrassed and red-faced was kind of entertaining to watch, considering that you never really thought of him as the type of person to be easily shy. He had that bold and audacious aura around him, but you supposed that people have a side that they rarely show to others and often surprise you. And it, indeed, surprised you.
You set your book down and smiled gently at him, “I'd love to go on a date with you, Iwaizumi-san.”
“I mean, you don't have to but― Wait. What?” He paused and looked at you with wide-eyes. Did he.. hear you right? Iwaizumi shook his head. No, no. Tons of girls have rejected him, choosing Oikawa rather of him. So there's probably a big change that you'd reject him too, but