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
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
Breakup SpeechIt's not you, it's me. I know it's the oldest excuse in the book, but hey, when it works, it works. Did you really see this lasting longer than a couple months? When does anything last longer than a couple months with me? I hope we can still be friends.
Yeah, 'cause everyone wants to be friends with the ex-lover. Like it ever works.
You know me. You know the type of person that I am. I've never been able to settle down. My heart wanders like a nomad. It seeks shelter where it's offered but only stays long enough to get warm. Attachment isn't an option for me. My mind is too warped. It's too dark to ever let someone in. Truly let someone in.
No, fuck! That's all wrong. It's too personal. Too emotional. Let me try again.
I don't want to do this, but I'm only going to hurt you if I don't. And that's the last thing I want to do. So I'm ending this before it goes too far. I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again.
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.
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! 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
Human! Charizard x Reader: Firey LoveOkay, I'll work on requests soon, it's just, I want to make pokemon into humans and then make oneshots for them! Is there anything wrong with that?! T^T Hope not. Anyway, this is the first time I've done a pokemon oneshot really, hope it turns out well....
You were currently on Mt. Silver, looking for your old friend, Red. You're Charizard was walking with you. You shivered a bit, not really used to the cold. Charizard looked at you worried.
"It's nothing Charizard, don't worry..." You tried to reassure our pokemon.
Charizard didn't seem to be convinced, but didn't protest. He kept walking with you, and you tried to figure out where Red was. You always visited him on the weekends when you had time. You hated the thought of him being alone.
"M-maybe we should find a place to s-stay for a bit..." You teeth were starting to chatter, you had forgotten to wear a few more layers, and now you were paying for it.
Your Charizard was obviously worried, so he nodded. Huddling close to him for h
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
Prom Night (Aomine Daiki x Reader)Aomine decided to deal with his anger through shooting hoops at the courts down the street. It was well into the evening, and all Aomine could think about was how much of a blast she was having.
Yes, the one and only former ace of the Generation of Miracles was jealous over the fact that the girl he fancied went to prom with another man.
Aomine bit his lip. His ego, along with his heart, was hurt. For a second, he wanted to laugh at himself because the mere thought of mourning over her seemed stupid. But then he reminded himself that it was a lot like a competition - he was in a one-on-one battle with some other guy he barely knew, and, unfortunately, after duking it out for so long, he lost.
Aomine could imagine the scoreboard in his head: 101-100
He lost in the last second of the game. He had taken the competition too seriously (like he always did) and shared his two cents about the Other Guy (Aomine didn’t even know his name!) with her. This then snowballed into a