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
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
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
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
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
Human! Houndoom x Reader: Mine.You lived in a nice Villa in (name of city) with your Houndoom. He was really sweet and kind to you, but a bit overprotective at times. He hated it whenever others were around you, especially guys. He once bit one of your best guy friend's hand when he was eatin lunch with you.
Sure, you loved your Houndoom a lot, but you didn't like how he'd try to drive everyone away from you, it was as if he just wanted you to be his... It was very strange to you really.
You were sleeping peacefully when you elt something shift beside you in your bed. At first you just thought iwas your Houndoom, trying to get closer to you for warmth. When you heard a soft groan, your (e/c) eyes flew open. You looked to your side and saw a boy, naked, on top of your sheets beside you.
You screamed and jumped off the bed. The boy's eyes snapped open and he sat up. He looked at you and you just stared back, lying on the floor, staring up at him.
"_-_____," The boy said, as if trying to calm you down.
"Who are you and
Human! Lucario x Reader: In Order to Protect YouYou and your Lucario practically grew up together. You first got him when he was a Riolu, no need for a starter for you. He was so sweet and protective of you, it was cute. However, once he evolved into a Lucario, something, changed...
He became rather angry and frustrated. Whenever you fought, he seemed so irritated and annoyed. You wondered why he was like this now. And if you ever lost, then he'd fly into a rage. You tried asking him what was wrong, but he was stubborn and would never answer you.
Then he changed into a human. He still was angry at stuff, and you tried to ask him why again and again, hoping he give you the answer now. Of course, he didn't.
When he first changed into a human, you were shocked beyond belief. Then slowly, you began to realize it was your Lucario. He knew all your secrets that you told him when you were younger and when he was still a Riolu. When he transformed, that was four or five moths ago.
You woke up to hear a loud, 'crash' somewhere in your house.
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
holding hands. kageyama tobio x reader
The poor boy was a red mess; pink and red covering his cheeks. Kageyama wasn't the most affectionate or romantic person in the whole entire world — but his girlfriend certainly was. [Name] asked if it was alright to hold hands with him. Not wanting to disappoint her, he accepted. Though, she told him something about 'not force himself to do something he didn't like' but he ignored it (because [Name] wanted to hold hands with him, and holding hands they shall).
"We don't really have to, you know," she pointed out nervously. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.."
Kageyama turned at her and shook his head vigorously. "No! It's fine!"
And so, they held their hands on their way to school. Some of the bystanders pointed at them and talked about how cute they were. With each step they took, Kageyama's blush turned even redder; his grip on [Name]'s hands were tight as if he was afraid to let go of her. The girl didn't mind, though. The tight grip reassured her that
acaronar. | oikawa tooru
Acaronar | Catalan
(V.) To tenderly pull or draw someone closer – to hold, as for affection,
comfort, or warmth; to fondle, to caress; to embrace, to protect.
You were definitely well aware of the fact that Oikawa was a ‘touchy-feely’ person. Nearly every day he would tackle you into a death-gripping hug, every day he would sling an arm around your neck and pull you closer to him as he talked and laughed about his day, every day he would grab both of your hands and drag you along with him to wherever he went and ignoring your protests, every day he would affectionately wrap his arm around your waist and whisper sweet-nothings to your ear as your cheeks go red. That was just the type of person he was – Oikawa was a very tender and a loving person, and he showed all of this through actions.
Not that you minded, of course. In fact, you actually liked it.
His touches were always so sweet and kind; he touched you as if you were a fragile glass that woul