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
A boy was talking to [Name]. Specifically, Haruka. Since when had the two got together and talked? No, he didn't remember such thing happening. He couldn't even imagine the two of them being together in a relationship!
Rin didn't like the idea one bit. Nope. Not at all.
As he continued to stare intently at the two of them, he only started to even get more angrier. Frustrated? Maybe.
The red-head saw as [Name] laughed with Haruka, bursting her cute giggles that he oh-so loved so much.
As Haruka was about to touch his girlfriend's hands, he knew he had to do something. No one touches his [Name]. And if someone would obey; oh, they would clearly have to face the depths of hell.
Letting out an irritated sigh, he approached to Haruka and [Name]. Hearing the rather loud footsteps, they turned and looked over to see a very.. angry Rin right at them.
“R-Rin?” She stammered out. But there was no time when Rin had quickly grabbed her hands away from Haruka's as they complete w
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
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
7 days of affection. Norway x Reader
i. - monday
[Name] was never the type of person to wake up. She always wanted to sleep, wanting to rest and let her dreams roam. She didn't really want to get up early in the morning and go to work. [Name] liked it when she was sleeping. Especially with Lukas next to her, and she would cuddle with him, and she would immediately snort herself to bed.
ii. - tuesday
There was so many different types of kisses.. French kiss, forehead kiss, underwater kiss.. Too many of them to try out. And admittedly, Lukas found them quite exciting. He would always wanted to try them out with [Name], though never had the courage to do so. However, things have changed during that one Tuesday evening.
In which [Name] was about to go to bed, Lukas grabbed her and pressed his lips against hers. Yes, kisses were truly exciting. And he couldn't wait to try out more with her.
iii. - wednesday
It was cold. Far too cold, I should say. Especially
Freckles || Marco x Reader (Request)
"Marco," You giggled, "Stop moving!"
How you got into the current situation with the freckled boy was unknown, but you didn't really care. Right now, you were wrapped up in your boyfriend's warm arms and peering into his face.
"fifteen… sixteen… seventeen… wait, didn't I count that one?"
Marco let out a small puff of air, and closed his eyes. "C'mon, (y/n), you've been at this for the past half an hour!"
"Give me a few more minutes, I'm almost done, I promise."
"Fine," Marco sighed. Why he agreed to letting you count his freckles in the fist place, he'll never know. "But... do you have to be so close to my face? It makes me feel… self conscious..." He mumbled, a red tinge apparent on his face.
"Marco, you're perfect. There's no need to be so self conscious! Besides, I can't count them – let alone see them – if I'm far away. " You retorted. "Now, hold still."
And he did.
At least, he tried to. He couldn't help it. You were inches away from
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
When a queen is in love.. Kyoya Ootori x Reader
When a queen is in love,
they won't admit it to them.
“Ne, ne, [Name]-chan! Are you in love?” The petite boy asked, honey brown orbs staring straight at hers. The twins immediately got interested at the sudden conversation and leaned closer, just so they could hear it better. Tamaki was too busy trying to entertain the customers with his flirtatious pick up lines (Which, by the way, did woo them).
“I don't think so, Honey-senpai.” She replied with a sheepish smile. “Why do you ask?”
“Because Haru-chan said that you never fell in love before!” He exclaimed. Too loudly that everyone on the room of Music #3 heard; the twins let out a smirk. We all knew that wasn't a good sign. [Name] made a mental note to scold Haruhi after school.
“T-That's not true!” [Name] tried to convince him.
The troublemakers (Also known as: The Hitachiin twins.) glided towards the stuttering female. Hikar