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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
Talking Clean: Levi x Reader
WARNING: Dirty talking that makes my head spin in regret.
The empty halls of the head-quarters began to flood with squads and scouts as they inquired chit chats with each other before dinner, where they'd devour what they could, and then suddenly disappear for a rejuvenating slumber afterwards. You gave a few acknowledgements, head nods if you will, and a few smiles until you reached the far end of the hall, where no one really dared walk past.
It was Lance Corporal Levi's office, and you really never quite understood the anxiety pangs that'd hit people as they'd knock on his door or walk near it. Because, really, you had a bad habit of just barging in, and when you did, he already knew it was going to be a special invigorating squad leader.
And so as your usual act of invasion, your fingers curled around the golden knob, flickering your attention to a couple of bystanders, who stared back at you in something that resembled nothing bu
Trainee Shenanigans: Horse Ride
WARNING: Stupidness, and some bad language. Enjoy the ride, Cadet.
"Come on, get in!" In went one, two, three, four, five until you gave up on counting. It was overwhelmingly warm outside, and the wood of the wagon seemed just about to decay and fall to pieces on the soil you stood on.
There was, if anything, about to be an overflow of smelly and active teenage soldiers that kept flooding into the wagon like a river, non-stop as the weight grew and grew, space declining and declining. Beside you was an ever so gentle Christa Renz, hair golden and eyes blue, but her hands moved nervously as she buried herself into your side. To the other was Connie, who had the casual look of devilish nothingness plastered on his boyish features.
"By the time it's our turn, there won't be any room left. The Instructor might even make us run there!" Christa's voice was smooth, but the slightest hint of concentration was seeping through her pinked lips. The last of the soldiers climbed in.
Shrugging off t
Kiss the pain away. Romano x Reader
〖 The most important thing to me is to make you happy. 〗
“So, anything interesting happened to you?”
“I spilled milk on my shirt this morning.” She replied, letting an exasperated sigh escape her slightly chapped lips. [Name] looked down at her plaid blue shirt, the stain still visible to the eye.
“Hmm, doesn't sound like you're having a good day.”
She groaned. Of course, it wasn't a good day for her. Most days were never good for her. Well, at least that's what she had thought. Not like [Name] actually cared though. It's like a routine, except for weekends. In which she would probably sleep, go out with her friends, grocery shopping for more food.
“Well, at least things are getting better.” [Name] said, shrugging. “Not for me, though. But for someone.”
Romano let out laugh— or at least something like that. [Name] didn't bother to actually know; she was too tired to even ask. Th
La Casa... Parte 14... FINALLos primeros en practicar fueron los del equipo de Baloncesto
Como siempre Phineas encesto la mayoría de todas las canastas.
En una parte independiente de la cancha se encontraban las gradas y el espacio para las porristas y la mascota de los equipos.
Isabella daba marometas, brincos y saltos mortales, pirámides y todo, Phineas al terminar su partido solo se encargaba de mirar la actuación de Isabella.
Por parte de Baljeet trataba de estar a la par de las porristas pero era muy difícil.
Era el turno de Bufort, y al terminar todo el equipo cargaba a Bufort pues gracias a, el había ganado la victoria. Tania voleaba de manera impresionante y remataba mejor, Ganaron pero salió más que rendida pues más de una vez las del otro equipo quisieron golpearla. El último equipo que salió fue el de futbol en el que el partido iba 6-5 a favor del equipo de Ferb y Ulises, entre ellos entablaban una conversación.
Sleep My Love-Germany x Reader
She laid her head upon folded arms across the banister of the second story balcony. In the dark below she saw her and husband, Ludwig’s, backyard, surrounded by a grove of trees which stood in shadow, an area of them illuminated by the soft glow of the downstairs porch light. Tilting her head she looked out beyond the yard’s wooden fence to the quiet gravel road. Not a car passed by, the air was still and quiet, filled only by the beautiful, steady song of some distant crickets. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, (name) could not sleep. This frustrated her for she knew no obvious reason as to why. Nothing particularly stressful plagued her mind, she had nothing coming up that would make her the least bit anxious, and furthermore she had been awake since about seven o’clock that morning.
Sighing she laid back onto the long wooden bench where she sat, stretching her legs, clothed in a pair of soft (f/c) pajama pants given to her by her husband
Unrequited Love: Uroko x Reader
The apprehension was almost ripping you to shreds, the confusion scratched the surface of your skin with malicious intent. Your eyes had fallen shut for a mere second of thought, and the thought itself was enough to drag your feet closer to the sake-drinking pervert deemed as your closest friend.
He was the messenger, vessel if you may, of the Sea God. Powerful, strategic, smart, a pervert, and sometimes hard to follow. You began to move quickly, and suspected that he heard your footsteps at the temple's door made an opening for your presence, the blue pillars of light illuminating your path way.
"Uroko," You called out as you walked in, removing your shoes. To your dispirit, and not surprisingly, he was found laying on his side with a bottle of sake pressed into his fingers, long white hair falling in rivers around his form, "Uroko, what's going on? I can't...the townspeople won't let me go past the borders..."
You moved closer as he stared at you, eyes blue as they followed as you fe
DreamcatcherShe hung a dreamcatcher in her room,
so that when she dreamt of him,
he would stay with her
even when she was awake
Just Can't Say It [Commission] It was one of those exceptionally hot days that everyone seemed rather lazy despite the endless work that had yet to be done. Each sailor did his duty at a rather sluggish pace, going only as fast as they absolutely needed before they could be called out for their laziness. Even their captain, Valentine McCormick, wandered about the ship lazily. Whatever fortune his ship might have been granted from the weather in the past, the Rising Sun was far from being spared from this blistering heat. It was really all Val could do to not just pull off his shirt here and now. He still wondered why he hadn’t. His golden brown hair stuck to his skin just enough to irritate him, his dark eyes squinting in the bright light from the sun above. This was an unusually hot day…for once what he would give for a bit of rain.
As Val walked about his ship, semi-overseeing his crew, he caught sight if Kira not too far away, seeking shelter in what bit of shade th
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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