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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.
you're too cute. | futakuchi kenji
❝ D-Don't say embarrassing things like that, Kenji! ❞
❝ Aha, sorry! You're just too cute! ❞
"[Name]-chi!" you jump at the sudden yell; thankfully, you didn't drop your food (otherwise it would have been a total waste of money). Futakuchi grins at the sight of you and snakes his arms around your waist from behind, placing small chaste kisses on your cheeks. Your face turns into a deep shade of red and you tried to tell him to get off of you (although stutters only came out of your lips as you attempted to tell him to remove himself off of you).
"I've been looking everywhere for you!" he says. He didn't want to remove himself off of you — he wanted to continue touching you, and holding you in his arms, feeling your warmth. And so, he held you tight, pulling you closer to him — not wanting to let you go. He rests his head on your shoulder, and he could see the colours of pink and red that covered your face. He smiled, "Why are you eati
Court Room Scene - Eren x Reader (Actor!AU) The first kick. That was the cue for Mikasa and I to try and reach Eren. Obviously, Mikasa was held back by Armin, and I was handcuffed to a pole besides Eren, so I'm supposed to struggle, trying to stop Levi, and as stated in the script, maybe growl a little bit.
"Don't!" I shout, wriggling against my restraints. Everything is going to script, that is, until Levi's next hit actually makes contact with Eren's body. Hard.
"Eren!" I screech, trying to get closer to him as he groans in pain. "Levi, you dick!"
"Cut!" The director calls out. Finally, he did something right. About goddamn time.
"Oh god, sorry Eren, I swear I didn't mean that." Levi actually looks concerned, and completely out of character.
"Yeah, well sorry doesn't cut it," I hiss, glaring at my co-star as the fake handcuffs are taken off me, allowing me to move. First thing I do is start checking where Eren was kicked in the face, his nose now bleeding. "He's lucky you didn't break his no
my kouhai is so cute! | konoha akinori
Konoha Akinori was sitting besides you, and you had no idea why.
It's not that you felt uncomfortable or anything--actually, scratch that. You actually did feel uncomfortable, but you decided to stay silent and focus your attention back onto your novel. At first, you thought that he was just sitting down to relax or some sorts, so you left him alone. And that's when you felt his eyes fixated intently on you. You started to grow nervous and uncomfortable, and you had the overwhelming urge to leave but your body wouldn't move.
"Um.." That's right, [Name]. Just stay calm. "Konoha-senpai.. It's not that I don't hate your company or anything.. I really don't! But.." You quickly averted your eyes away from his face to avoid any contact looking at him. The last thing you wanted was for your oh-so-great senpai to look at your flustered red face. "..but... May I ask what you're doing?"
"Oh, nothing," he replies. "Just wanted to see you, I guess."
'What the hell's that suppose t
Pretty Nice (BertoltxReader) (AM)
The rough material of hand-me-down sheets brushed against your skin as you rolled over in your bed, your eyes rolling back behind your lashes. The room was dark, and sleep was beginning to over come you. Among the snoring and quiet mumbling of your sleeping room mates, you heard the faint creaking of the door hinges and quiet footsteps enter the dorm. Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you became still, listening carefully for the sound to continue, but relaxed when you heard the bunk above you groan as it's owner turned. You released a deep breath and nuzzled your head deeper into your pillow, allowing yourself to doze off into slumber.
"Mom..." You heard a voice whisper, but your brain was too lost in sleep to identify your own affectionate nickname.
"Ma...!" You frowned and scrunched up your nose. What was that sound? It was disrupting your rest...
"Just grab her and let's go!" The whispers were getting more urgent.
"No, don't! You'll scare her-" Two strong arms scooped you up and
Boxer and Sock Reader Insert Ch.7: Affection
"Are you telling my man sl*t brother is in a mall jail while '____________' is stuck with two used tampons?!?" Sock was shouting at Breeches' computer in rage.
"Apparently so...The audio from the camera didn't come in very well, but you can see that-"
"Shut the f*ck up, Geek Girl! I know what I saw and I'm going over there to kick there asses straight back to Hell!!" The Goth was ready to storm out, but Suspender tried to keep him calm.
Breeches was worried since you and Boxer had been out for so long. She ended up finding a way to hack into the security system of the mall cameras and saw everything that happened; even out in the parking lot.
"And once I'm done with them, I'm going to f*cking slaughter Boxer!!" Sock then had his anger targeted towards Boxer as he saw the screen where Boxer was in the mall.
"Save your brotherly love until he gets back, idiot." Suspender continued to keep the brother relaxed.
"Where is she now?
Angel!Italy x Reader: Your Guardian Angel of Pasta There's a thing I've been told since I could remember. When a baby is born, the first kiss upon it's head belongs to it's guardian angel. I've always dreamed of meeting my guardian angel. Every time I felt a presence behind me and there was no one there, I knew it was just my angel watching over me. When I die...I'll get to meet them and they'll stay by my side in my heaven for eternity. Of course, I never knew when it would happen. I would have never imagined...it would happen so soon when I was young, not yet 21.
l was walking to my next class at (College Name). It was Friday, game day. I had to try and get through the rest of this day so I can go back to the dorms and take a long deserved nap. As I was walking that way, I stopped for lunch. As I was in line, a strange feeling came over me. I had a craving for pasta. Shaking it off, I got mac n cheese. I could have sworn when I got it, I heard someone say "Oh fantastico! Mi bella loves pasta!
[Loki/Hacker!Reader] Mister E [6/Final?]You lay awake in your bed, thinking.
It was about 2:57 (Not that you were keeping track) when you heard the knock at your door.
You rolled over, hoping they'd go away.
It stopped before your door swung open, and quite frankly, scared the absolute shit out of you.
Your lights flicked on, and at least 3 or four armed-to-the-T soldiers poured in.
You did as instructed, standing, hands behind your head.
You thought you must have looked ridiculous, wearing your black shorts and contrasting green t-shirt, which was at least two sizes too big.
Behind the soldiers waltzed in none other than Fury himself.
He looked exactly like the smug bastard you imagined him.
"Aiden Taylor? Nice."
"Nice what, sir?" you spat.
"Fake ID. You are quite impressive. Nothing I've ever seen. If you weren't committing treason, I'd consider recruiting you."
"I've no idea what you're talking about, sir."
"____ ____, that's your real name, is it not?"
You didn't respond.
Fury nodded, and the soldiers took
95. Advertisment"Heart for Sale," the ad shouted. "Complete with baggage. In need of serious repair," it screamed.
I'm sure with that type of advertising, his heart would never be wanted. I mean, who would want to love a heart in such dire disrepair?
Evidently me because, for some reason, this is one advertisment I'm going for.
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