|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
ConstellationsEvery night it was the same; they would lay a towel large enough for the two of them in the backyard, turn off all of the lights and lie down just in time to see the sunset and the stars rise.
Every night he would turn to her, point out a different constellation and tell her the story or legend behind each one. In turn she pointed out unidentified constellations where the stars resembled shapes of events that happened in their past.
Every night they found old, and new, constellations.
CalculationsFor him, everything was carefully calculated. The amount of steps he took to get to class maintained a constant count, and the amount of time allotted for homework was exactly 3 hours, 2 minutes and 29 seconds everyday.
When he attended football games, he predicted exactly where the ball would land before it even peaked. While everyone cheered because of an out for the other team, he sat still as though it were just another moment in life.
For him, all of life was precise to the finest detail.
Even in love, he moved as though every move and detail had a number or letter attached to it.
With You"Every time there's a hypothetical situation, you create a new parallel world. For example, we're at the stop light right now, but in another we could be past it, approaching it, or not even on the road.
"In one world you're driving and I'm a girl, or you're a guy in the passenger seat, or we're both girls or both guys and we're both driving our own trucks." He turned the wheel and accelerated as the light switched to green.
Yeah... and in another world we're together, she thought as conversation fell silent on the highway.
Last OneHe turned to her and asked, "Would you be mine if I were the last guy on Earth?" She thought for a moment before she replied.
"No, you're way before that."
The Corner of First and MainIf you walk down the street one day, and go to the corner of First and Main, you'll find a homeless man sitting against the building with his hands cupped in front of his bent legs as though asking for loose change.
A penny, a nickel, he won't take those. No, not even the quarter or dollar bill that you found three blocks away on your way to work. If you try to hand him those he'll shake his head and say, "I won't take your money, but I'll take your beliefs. What's life to you? What's important, and what's not? I have a question for you, one dressed in a suit. Which is more important, your love or your job? Of two important values, which do you value more: the money that keeps your life steady, or the love that moves it along?"
While pondering that thought he smiles and says, "It's not an answer you'll find right away. This is the kind of question you have to wait for it to come true. Only then will you find what you'll really do."
The twenty that you were saving for that daily morning
Wishful Thinking.There are days her eyes droop and she looks at the ground as he whispers in her ear. "It'll be better in time." And strokes her hair as though all the hurt would simply disappear.
There are days her keyboard stares back at her while a friend talks to her over instant messaging. "This will all be easier in time." In the end, they both know it simply might not.
Then there are days that follow each other, where smiles and laughter are all that she's surrounded by.
And there are days that she wishes he could do the same for days at a time.
Clock IIThere's a clock that sits on the wall, the numbers clear from miles away, the steady ticking sounds audible in even a train crash right next to it.
It's a difficult thing for anyone to ignore, but somehow you're doing an incredibly revolutionary job of avoiding the clock every day.
ClockThe clock on that wall on the other side of the room ticks in my ear, and it's just a constant reminder that the end is just another second closer to arriving. Yet you stand there with oblivion surrounding you, unaware of the impending end.
Maybe you can't hear the clock, and that may as well be my fault for I've never told you that it's mounted on that wall for as long as anyone can remember. On the same argument, maybe it's also your fault for you've never taken the time to consider the existence of the clock that ticks on the other side of the room.
But maybe being aware of the clock just makes all of our problems known.
Sense of SmellWhenever she slid into the bed at one in the morning, he knew she had been on the rooftop; he could smell the night sky on her skin, and the nicotine on her lips. He knew when she snuck out to the library; the smell of slowly molding papers and aged pages stuck on her skin and clothes.
When he caught the smells of packaged microwave popcorn, fresh nail polish, and romantic movies, he knew she had been lazing at a friend's house for the day. Sometimes she came home with floral scents as attachments, and he knew that she had spent an hour too long in the garden section of Wal-Mart again.
She smelled of varying things, from the night to the flowers; her taste, however, remained the same. It would always be her, the nicotine, and the blankets beneath them.
The Dress of Change (Request)
“Hey, where are you going, Carl?”
“Oh, uh, you know, home.”
I cringe as Scott Young presses me against a fence. You know, just one day without this sort of abuse would be nice. Just one day.
“You made me flunk my History test, smartass! How many times do I have to tell you to make your answers visible?”
“I tried!” I exclaim, “Dude, Mrs. Grier has the eyes of a hawk. Both of us could’ve gotten detention!”
“I could care less about detention,” Scott sneers, “I have it almost every day anyway. YOU, on the other hand, need to man up! Better both of us take the fall than me getting an F!”
“I’m not done,” my aggressor cuts in, “Listen, do I need to remind you why we’re having this talk?”
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
Marvin was someone who rarely got into trouble or altercations with anybody. He wasn't one to start arguments or get anybody angry with him, since he was a rather timid and shy person himself. Plus, he didn't have the best stature to stand up against a fight, if he ended up in one. Of course, someone he knew years ago was sent to prison because of something that happened between them. Marvin had accidentally spilled a can of worms about one his friends cheating on another one of his friends. Because of it, his friend was literally out to kill him because he destroyed potential happiness. Since then, he's been in prison.
It was another crisp afternoon in October. Marvin was in a cafe, toying around with a new tablet he'd bought. He was sitting on a sofa, sipping from a bottle of tea he'd bought. He looked up, seeing two police cars and a nice looking car following behind. He smiled, thinking back to something that used to make him smile about cops and donuts. T
Hetalia X Neko Reader Pt14
Hetalia X Neko Reader
Lesson in Fighting
After breakfast Natalia lead (Name) to a room in the basement. The room is painted a light blue with various weapons, shields and armor around the room. What caught (Name) eye ere four pair of military uniform but before she could go look at them she was dragged across the room. (Name) watches as Natalia pulls out a practice dummy. The dummy looks like a crude rag doll with blond hair and light violet eyes. (Name) stares at it for a minute before she feels something being pressed into her hand. (Name) looks down to see Natalia giving her a small dagger. She takes it and examines it. It is slightly larger than her hand with a polished wood hilt and shiny silver blade.
“I saw many weapons in Japan nut nothing like this, it’s so small”
“It’s a dagger” Natalia says bluntly “I want you to stab the dummy with it”
“But I don’t want to” (Name) says
“This is self-defense, I am trying
Attack on Titan x Reader - I'm in the Band (Ch. 1)[Author's Note: This is a college marching band AU. Since Reader-chan is a new freshman, she shall be expected to act shy. Also, Reader-chan shall play the clarinet. Apologies to anyone reading who does not play clarinet, but look on the bright side: You'll be clarinet buddies with Armin and Marco~!]
Chapter One: Introductions
My face flushed involuntarily as I quickly walked toward the many rows of fold-out chairs. I kept my eyes on the floor when my rear hit the chair at the end of the back row, and I tried my best to block out the loud chatter coming from almost every other mouth in the room. I was greatly outnumbered by strangers, what looked to be over a hundred other people seated in the giant rectangular formation of chairs set out at the front of the room.
I allowed my eyes to scan the room and its inhabitants. A man sat patiently at the front facing the crowd of people. I recognized him. He was Erwin Smith, the band director, the man for whom I had auditioned. He was ve
EWL Payback - TGOh man it’s Friday night and nothing to do but sit down and keep typing away at the big story of mine. The thought of finishing it loomed in the back of my head as I opened up the word document and looked over at all that I’ve written these past few months. I smile while slowly scrolling down through almost thirty pages worth of work till I get to the bottom and see where I had previously left off.
Just as I start typing away at the keys on the mechanical keyboard I see the blinking cursor move backwards, deleting letter by letter, then word by word. I gasped and looked down to see if the backspace key was stuck and after pushing it a few times I realized it wasn’t me that was deleting my own work but something else. I frantically started hitting the undo button to try and save my work from being removed from existence. Once that didn’t work I basically said to hell with it and closed the document and when prompted to save any changes I immediately clicked no an
Child!Prussia x child!reader: first kissI do not own hetalia or you
((Okay so in this Ludwig is Gilbert's older brother so yeah enjoy))
I sat in the back seat watching out the window as all the trees flew by. I groaned...today I have to go to daycare...why would I want to do that when I could stay at home with my big brothers Alfie and Mathew? "Daddy! Why can't u stay at home with Alfie and Mattie?" I asked looking at my British father driving. He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Because their at school love." He said. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes poppet, at one point you need to go to school." He said. I huffed and watched as we pulled up to the daycare that I toured with my daddy last month.
My dad got me out of the car and held my hand as we walked though the doors only to be greeted by a woman with bright green eyes and pretty blonde hair who was known as Ms. Belgium. "Oh! Hello Arthur! Hello (name)! You look so pretty today! Did your daddy get you all dressed up
Fools Gold (Netherlands x Reader)
(Netherlands x Reader)
Warning. This is not a happy story.
“I want a divorce.” His voice was cool and sharp, calming almost, as if the way those four words rolled off of his tongue without a care in the world, no sense of reluctance in them in the least. The words of anti that were soon to erupt from my own caverns held silent, my lips pushed tightly together in pure disbelief. I knew this was going to happen but…not this soon, not now. The tall man sat up from our love seat, the clink of his boots bruised against the carpeted floors; ignoring my face as if I didn’t exist. I heard the door slam, awaking me from my state of being before running to the door after him, the only thing in his wake was the entryway.
“Tim!” I was given no response aside from a look that I’d grown to
Gaea The Goddess (WG) 4"You wanted to see me, Gaea?"
Wu stood off to her right as Tabitha waddled into the room, pulling back the curtain of shells, beads and sea glass so that the former warrior may enter. The dark, bark-colored walls wrapped around this circular room, and it surely had been a spacious room at one point, but with piles upon disorganized piles of empty food containers, boxes and jars filled with miscellaneous items, keepsakes and mementos collected from around the world, a few old sheets and clothes, and a skeleton taking up said space, it felt just a tiny bit on the cramped side of things. For a big girl like Tabitha, it was a poor setting to be stuck in. Gaea was slouched in a chair constructed from the interweaving stems of several enormous sunflowers. She seemed only half-awake, lazily munching on handfuls of roasted seeds and nuts while staring straight ahead at nothing. Maybe she was in some sort of trance, or she was simply feeling gloomy. When Wu announced Tabitha's presence, Gaea su
44. Two RoadsTwo roads stood in front of me, both signifying either good or bad. On Memory Lane, the road divides, the dark side tempting me with its dark character, leading me into the terrible memories of my past; the brighter side, the one with the fonder memories pulls me away before I can walk into the deep abyss of my past.
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
Keep in Touch!
Endorell-Taelos is very well known within the community for her selfless giving and gracious community spirit. Since joining DeviantART over seven years ago, Alicia has continued to make a positive impact on many deviants. Her helpful and thoughtful approach was one of her finest attributes when serving as a Community Volunteer, and this has continued throughout the many contests which Alicia provides on a regular basis. As we approach our Birthday celebrations, we can't... Read More