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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
let me kiss you. hinata shouyou x reader
It has been two weeks since both [Name] and Hinata started dating.
And during those two weeks, they haven't done anything except holding hands or walking home together once Hinata's volleyball practice was over. They haven't kissed. They haven't went on dates. They haven't.. really done anything. And Hinata really wanted to change that. The only problem is that he was.. just too shy or nervous to do it.
As for [Name].. well, Hinata wasn't really so sure what was going on inside [Name]'s mind. But she hasn't made a move on him, either. Which was normal of her, because she was usually the type of person to go with the flow. Hinata was even the one who confessed to her, and she returned his feelings two days after.
"This is getting so frustrating..!" Hinata exclaimed, unaware of the volume of his voice.
"Onii-chan! Some people are trying to sleep!" Natsu, Hinata's younger sister, yelled back from the other room.
The boy's cheeks were flushed at the moment his sister scolded him. "Sorry!"
May I have this dance? | Edward Midford x Reader
have this dance?
[Name] Tompkins was most definitely not a big fan when it came to ballroom parties. Don't get me wrong, though! [Name] absolutely loved to socialize with people and have a small chat with them. Just.. not in a crowd full of people. However, when her dear friend, Elizabeth (or Lizzie, as she liked to call herself), had sent [Name] an invitation to a ballroom party — she had no choice to but to come. Elizabeth (or Lizzie), after all, was her one of her close friends.
"Ah! Lady Tompkins! You came!" the optimistic girl grinned as she came over to [Name], giving her a big hug. As soon as she let go of her, she gasps slightly as she covers her mouth with her hand. "My, you look absolutely ravishing today, Lady Tompkins! That dress does indeed compliment your beautiful features!"
"Oh, Lizzie," [Name] says, chuckling at her words. "you're making me blush. And look at you, dear. You look twice as more beautif
ReflectedHe called himself ugly, but I could never see it. I wanted to draw him even before I wanted to touch him. The shadows under his too-dark eyes. The line of his too-wide mouth. The light across his too-fine cheekbones. He wanted to be ruggedly handsome, pale-eyed, light-haired, everything that he was not. He couldn’t see how the intensity of those eyes made glancing away impossible. How his mouth made you think about kissing him. How his cheekbones made his face just a touch unusual, so looking at him never got old.
Ugly he said, but really he was devastating.
Every morning he stood before the bathroom mirror and tried to find reasons. She left him because his ribs showed, because one front tooth slightly overlapped the other, because a nick of a scar parted his left eyebrow. I touched each imperfection and explained how they made him one of a kind, unlike any man I had ever met. I quieted his protests with kisses and gentle hands. And when he left my side unconvinced, diving deep
Pretty little cutter. .:Dave x Reader:.
"[Name], It is very triggering when you do not eat the food Karkat got you. He wanted to get you something you would like to eat. Tell me, Why aren't you eating?" Kankri sighed, Sitting down in front of [Name]. "Oh... I-I'm not hungry." Lies, Lies, Lies. "Oh, Alright. I'll save it for you." Kankri leaned over, Kissing her forehead. Kankri was like her big brother, He knew everything about her- Well, Not everything.
"T-Thanks, Kankri. Tell Karkat I said hey." She faked smiled, Trying to hide her pain.
"Anytime, [Name]. Anyway, Everyone is waiting outside for you. Go put on your bathing suit. You can't say no this time." He chuckled, Not realizing how pale [Name]'s face had turned. Going silent as Kankri walked out of the back door, [Name] began to panic.
Truth is, The reason [Name] didn't want to swim each time Kankri asked was because... She hadn't eaten a real meal in over five months. Cuts covered her thighs, Arms, Hips, You name it.
rainbow beestingsElbow-deep in stardust, you spatter rainbow swirls over my vision and paint me with images of hope and beauty... But weak minds make weaker tongues and I am incapable of speaking out. And so I stand, numb.
OblivionI was left standing at the foot of Reilly’s bed after Will left. He’d let me in to see him but it felt like he was just giving me a chance to say goodbye. Reilly was breathing, just, and as I walked to his side I could pick out dark blood splattered on the floor with heavy streaks where Will had tried to clean it. A few hours ago it would have made me sick but now I just felt despondent. The man in front of me had saved my life and I had never had the chance to pay back the favour. Will had told me he’d been bleeding internally and his heart had stopped. They’d had to restart it and in the process Will had cracked two of Reilly’s ribs.
But I couldn’t see his injuries; Will had wrapped him in thick blankets, ones we had rolled up in during the winter, to try and keep him warm. He’d lost so much blood and he was so pale that he looked half dead already. I pulled up a chair and sat next to his head, brushing away lose strands of hair from his fore
What are we?I want you to need me like I need you.
I'm leaving so you will know I don't need you, that later I won't be like those other girls. The ones that used you and then left when their problem was solved.
I don't want to be that girl.
You once said that it was like, petting a dog and having it bite you. And every time you pet a dog it bites you.
That night was confusing. You lived with your Ex and she hated me. She hadn't come home all night and you were thinking of going to check on her at her work. We were both drunk. You compared us to a song... What if we could- Blue October. I was so sad.
Words were said, what they were doesn't matter. I didn't understand where you were going with it. I thought you were rejecting me.
I Ran Away.
The sun had just risen, I was barefoot, didn't even grab my things, I was still drunk, I could feel the sharp rocks biting into my feet. I was crying, walking as fast as I could. I ran a ways. Stumbled a bit... I found myself at the park. I sat on the ground an
What Makes the Sky CryHe stared out the window for so long after the old pickup pulled away, he thought he might've become one of the raindrops. There was the crinkle of the sullen drips as they leaked down the panes and window screens, and being so mesmerized, he couldn't bring himself to avert his gaze from the sky's tears. His hand cradled the fitful freckles dotting his cheeks like the ocean does to seashells, and he breathed in the mist like his life depended on it's musty pinecones.
"Man," he said, twirling his dark, curly hair with a finger. "Why didn't you tell me I would miss you this much?"
His fingers rapped like a one-man-band on the cracking sill. In the distance, the sound of perturbed cows moaned like a chorus of babies yearning for company. They hated the thunder, and even more so the lightning. Curious as he was, he wondered why every time the sky's flashlight flickered on they screeched like children. Were cows really that sensitive?
His thoughts didn't linger on the moaning cows or the cr
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