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
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
Art of persuasion. Sirius Black x Reader
Warning: mild-language / mentions of alcohol.
Nothing's better than alcohol. Except, of course, snogging Sirius Black.
“Do you ever wonder what its like snogging Sirius?” Mary suddenly asked, taking a sip of her own butterbeer. Lily stared at her in disgust, and Dorcas couldn't help but smirk in amusement. Marlene, on the other hand, let out a small smile. It was unnoticeable - but it was there. [Name], however, just shrugged her shoulders loosely.
“Like shit, probably.” She said.
“Some say that he is better than Firewhiskey.” Dorcas chimed in.
She scoffed. As if. “That's hilarious, Dorcas. Why don't you snog him to make sure, yeah?” At this, Dorcas merely shot her a glare, but [Name] wasn't necessarily sure if she was just teasing or not. “Nothing's better than alcohol. Trust me. Not even Sirius' snogging sessions with girls are better than alcoholic beverages.”
“I don't get it, though.” Lily said, a
Slowly, then all at once. Sirius Black x Reader
She was not beautiful — at least, not in the way most thought as beauty. But yet, none could ever deny the grace with which she held herself, that quiet aura of elegance that followed her and rendered others speechless. She was larger than life, and it suited her.
So, what made him so intrigued by her?
[Name] was just like any normal girls — just like Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Alice Prewett, and he could continue forever naming the girls he had encountered in his sixteen years of life. So, why, was he so interested in her? Sirius didn't know her that much at all — he could only remember her first name, the year she was in, and her House.
Sirius continued to observe her sleeping form — peaceful and tranquil, her breaths slowly pacing in a way that calmed him down. Her face was covered by the bundle of [h/c] locks, and he had to held himself from trying to tuck them behind her ears. She was just sleeping, an open book next to her, and she looked so peaceful.
Human! Darkrai x Reader: I'm Your Nightmare?Omg! I love human Darkrai so much! He ish so smexy! I'm sorry. I love Darkrai so much when he's human or pokemon. Sorry, now for the oneshot! ^w^ Enjoy~
Lately, something strange was going on. You were getting nightmares lately. Very, vivid ones too. They were scaring you. You'd rather stay up drinking coffee or ta to keep yourself awake.
They usually involved darkness, death, being chased by someone or something. You were freaked out. Now, you could barely stay awake during the day, and you feared sleeping.
Normally, you had maybe one or two nightmares a month, maybe twon months. But not every single day. It first began happening when you were taking naps. Then you had once a week. It increased to twice a week, and hen continued until it was every single day.
You were considering seeing a physicologist (spelling?) to see if they could possibly help you with this. Then again, you didn't really want someone prying into your mind and life.
Right now you were sitting on your couch, watc
Our deepest desires. Regulus Black x Reader
Warning: Mild language.
You cannot possibly force me to love you. But I can learn myself to love you instead.
Regulus Black had probably seen the girl a few times or so. They barely made eye contact — he doesn't even remember if they had spoke a word to each other or not. But there were times, when he had seen the girl in the library, studying by herself and working. There were times when Regulus would see her reading on an isolated bench by herself; not like she seemed to mind. The girl — he believed her name was [Name] [Surname] always liked to be alone. He doesn't know why he's so intrigued by her, she was a mudblood, for Merlin's sake.
The next few weeks or so — a miracle had happen to him. Regulus didn't really believe in things such as miracles, but for today, and just for today only, he would believe it for now. The girl, [Name], sat beside him on the library and took out her book and began reading it quietly. He wanted to talk to he
Corrupted lungs. Sirius Black x Reader
"That's not very Slytherin-like of you."
The girl, [Name], chuckled lightly. "Then, do tell, what is?"
Sirius didn't say anything. Being born in a family that were all sorted in the House of Slytherin; he surely didn't know one thing about them. He didn't want to. It was better that way. He was a Gryffindor; loyal, brave, and daring. [Name] was a Slytherin; cunning, ambitious, and craved for power.
Though, at the same time, she was also brave and daring, in some kind of way. In her own kind of way.
Ah, yes. Hogsmeade trips. Who does not love Hogsmeade trips? To be quite honest, Sirius always loved going to Hogsmeade. And maybe that was why he felt that great satisfaction when he and the other Marauders discovered a passageway that led to Hogsmeade. They finally could go to Hogsmeade whenever they wanted to. They didn't have to wait for the long schedule — the Marauders could just go in their own. Of course, they kept this a secret. Wouldn't want the Professor