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
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.
wait for me. | oikawa tooru [1/??]
“what are you going to do now?”
you take deep breaths; breathe in, and breathe out, and then faced him with a crooked smile. oikawa's heart tightens as he watches you with his sienna eyes. tears start falling down from your cheeks, but you didn't bother wiping them away. you clutched the manila folder between your fingers as your grin grows wider and wider, and each time you smile, oikawa's organs ties itself into knots. he knows what you were going to do―you've told him about your plans so many times in junior high and in high school, and it never left his head. but still, he asks with his head faced on the ground. he knows what you were going to say.
“i― i'm going to move to tokyo.” you say, and oikawa doesn't say anything. you continued, finally wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “i'll move to tokyo and continue my study in medicine. i'll work twice as harder, and i'll promise that i'll make everyone proud. you, iwaizumi, my
it's a date. | iwaizumi hajime
You blinked owlishly at the flustered boy standing in front of you. Wasn't he... Iwaizumi Hajime? That boy who always knocked the shit it out of Oikawa Tooru? You had to admit, seeing the boy being embarrassed and red-faced was kind of entertaining to watch, considering that you never really thought of him as the type of person to be easily shy. He had that bold and audacious aura around him, but you supposed that people have a side that they rarely show to others and often surprise you. And it, indeed, surprised you.
You set your book down and smiled gently at him, “I'd love to go on a date with you, Iwaizumi-san.”
“I mean, you don't have to but― Wait. What?” He paused and looked at you with wide-eyes. Did he.. hear you right? Iwaizumi shook his head. No, no. Tons of girls have rejected him, choosing Oikawa rather of him. So there's probably a big change that you'd reject him too, but
look at me. oikawa tooru x reader [1/2]
Why won't you..
look at me?
"I like you."
It was a simple confession. He merely told her after school was over in an empty classroom. [Name] stood there, astounded by his sudden confrontation. She wasn't sure whether he was being serious or not. Oikawa, after all, was more of a guy who didn't take things seriously. So, maybe he was just teasing her. That's right. He was just teasing her.
"I'll be going now," [Name] said, cutting off the awkward atmosphere around them. The said girl picked up her bag and walked pass him, not even daring herself to respond to his confession that he blurted out of blue. She honestly felt guilty for not replying to his confession. But it was just a joke, right? Just a joke.
It has been approximately two weeks since Oikawa last confessed to her. [Name] has been trying her best to avoid the third year student. Though, it didn't seem as easy as she thought it would be. He s
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!"
My dear, sweet, Alice. || Belarus x Reader.
Don't leave me,
like everyone else did.
Natalya's slender arms snaked around the female's waist, as she smelled the scent of her hair, mumbling incoherent words that [Name] couldn't really understand. But her voice. Natalya's voice - was more beautiful, more beautiful than a choir of Angels singing. She loved to hear Natalya's voice. So smooth and calming.
“Yes, my dear?”
She mused, intertwining her hands with the Belorussian female that she oh-so loved so dearly. She smiled and waited patiently for her to reply. Times like these, were very special to both Natalya and [Name]. A moment where they would cherish forever long.
“You promised not to leave me, right?”
She asked. [Name] let out a soft chuckle. She grasped her hand tightly - catching Natalya off guard. Normally, she would take out her knife. But no - this was [Name]. A girl who she loved so much. The girl whom accepted her, and enjoyed her presence. The girl who showed
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
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