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
jealousy. | tsukishima kei
Tsukishima didn't like it when boys would come up to you and confess their feelings.
He disliked it even more when you didn't do anything about it.
But he couldn't really blame you. You were only being nice and considerate about their own feelings, and didn't want to hurt them. You'd always kindly tell them that you were with someone else already, and that you couldn't return their feelings. The boys would always have a frown on their face; the hope that glinted in their eyes were gone and away. Of course, you'd be upset by this—you never really liked it when you made someone sad or upset, but there was nothing you could do. You were in a relationship with him, and as much as you appreciated the affection, there was no way you say that you had mutual feelings for them as well.
"Aren't you getting sick of this?" The blonde mumbled, pulling his scarf closer to him. "The confessions, I mean. You've been getting them a lot lately. Aren't you getting bothered by it?"
"I'd be ly
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
TyM:Amor de espia Parte 11ANTERIOMENTE
Jazz: Hay dios* ah ya se que hacer* oye me das un pedaso??
Jazz: *Dios que idiota*- se acerca a el y cuando esta bastante cerca le encaja el sándwich en la cara- BYE!!- se teletransporta-
JFG: Genial ahora tengo hambre!!
CalThomarie: Jodete!-comiendo pollo frito-
JFG: Me darías un poco- con los ojos brillosos-
CalThomarie: Ok- JFG se acerca pero CalThomarie lo aparta- Pero quiero mi foto…
JFG: Bien!!- le doy la foto- ahora DAME POLLO FRITO!!
CalThomarie: Ten!! Pero no me mates
JFG:-Con pollo frito en la boca- Esta rico…
Fin de espacio vacio
Jazz utilizo su teletransportador de emergencia y se teletransporto a la furgoneta para intentar ayudar a sus amigas desde ahi
Jazz: Si no hubiera sido por ese idiota hubiera conseguido mi objetivo -suspira- pero mejor estar aqui que entre regas -se sienta en un
TyM:Amor de espia Parte 13
Lon: Oye amor mañana en la noche tengo que ayudar a unos amigos ¿está bien?
Sam: Claro cielo, yo y también tengo cosas que hacer
Con Fran y Tamy
Tamy: Cariño mañana en la noche tengo que… eh… ayudar a Flor con el baby shower.
Fran: Esta bien amor, yo igual mañana en la noche tengo que ir a ayudar a unos amigos con Lon
Tamy: Esta bien…
EN LA GUARIDA DE LAS CHICAS
Jazz estaba distraida observando una imagen de cuando eran niños y estaba toda la pandilla junta
Dezz: Jazz ¿estas bien?
Marie: Pareces estar distraida
Jazz: Si lo siento -guarda la foto
Marie: Tengo una idea, ¿por que no nos arreglamos y vamos a la discoteca de salsa?
Dezz: Si estaria genial
Jazz: Si que hace mucho que no movemos el esqueleto -poniendose a bailar con un cojin
Entran Tamy y Sam y se quedan observando a Jazz
TyM:Miradas cruzadas pero equivocadas Parte 5ANTERIORMENTE
Marie: No hará falta, Xavier se está encargando de eso ¿Creíste que Xavier confiaría tan fácil en eso después de lo que ocurrió cuando Fred murió?
Lon: Sí, tienes razón, olvido que no fui el único afectado...aparte Xavier sufrió y sufre x2
Marie: Sí *baja la mirada* Extraño a Thommy y cada año es peor, no me acostumbro a vivir sin él y no puedo olvidarlo, igual que al resto
Lon: *se sienta junto a Marie en la camilla* (Marie está sentada) sí yo también extraño cada vez más a Tamy, pero hay que seguir adelante por ellos, pues eso es lo que hubiesen querido
Marie: Sí *quiebra en llanto y Lon la abraza para calmarla* ojalá Lily no acabe así, no quiero que halla otro más en la lista de muertos de nuestro grupo
Lon: *suspiro* ni yo *viendo hacia arriba*
Mas Alla de la Vida - Capitulo 1En aquel entonces todo era sombrío, todo el lugar mostraba terror y angustia. En ello, una niña de corría por su vida, pero en ese entonces paro de correr y aquel ende que la perseguía, con un rayo de luz lo incineró de un solo movimiento, y dio su corrido de nuevo. Se veía cansada, agotada, ya sin fuerzas. Su ropa rota, gastada, lo único brillante era aquella corona que estaba sobre su cabeza en muestra de que es de clase alta y, aquel rubí. Ese rubí, formado en collar que bailaba en el viento, sujetado de la fuerte mano que la sostenía. La niña paró, se detuvo, y se sentó en aquel tronco del árbol, que en esos momentos estaba echado, lo cual podría sentarse con calma.
- Nadie debe saber esto -repitió la chica agitada, agachándose mientras ponía el rubí sobre la tierrita y lo cubría con la misma cosa que tocaría el rubí por última vez- no moriré, no aún -l