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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.
Unfortunate brat [Petra/Reader/Levi]It wasn’t like there was a signal for when shit would go down.
It just happened and fate would slap you right in the face. People would die if you would want it or not. Pulled away from your grasp just like that. No matter how much they trained, or how much they fought for their lives. No would be able to outrun the crash anyways. That was how it was, and everyone had to deal with it. That’s why [Name] had grown tired, cold and emotionless.
But hey, there wasn’t really a true definition of SANE anyways. Everyone had their quirks. Corporal Levi was stoic, strict and even crude from time to time. Mike had his weird habit of sniffing everyone and everything. Hanji had her obsession with titans. Erwin…. He was… well Erwin?
Right now, [Name] was sitting in the dining hall of the castle they had just moved to. She could remember Petra sitting across from her. Those bright orbs of the female where shining in joy as she spoke about Levi, she admired the man with h
Fiolee- A un paso mas Cap.78Fionna y Marshall estaban enfrente del lago sentados pegados uno al otro. Mientras que Fionna estaba recargada al hombro de Marshall, en la rodeaba por la espalda con el brazo juntándolos mas.
Fionna: m-m-me....me- gas...a..
Marshall con el brazo con el que rodeaba a Fionna, la giro hacia él, para darle un beso en la frente
Marshall: a mí también me gustas
Fionna estaba en shock y un poco sonrojada, el corazón le latía muy rápido, no podía reaccionar, todo lo que pudo hacer es abalanzarse sobro Marshall en un abrazo
Marshall: jumm...que linda
Marshall pego la cabeza de Fionna contra su pecho, mientras se recostaba en el pasto. Se quedaron así un rato, hasta que a Fionna le entro sueño, y se empezó a dormir en el pecho del vampiro. Quien se dio cuenta a los segundos, la miro con ternura como respiraba muy cansada y hondamente
Marshall: que tierna,
primaveraToday, I watched two people fall in love.
On the rickety, bumping bus that swung its way back to West 4th Street, I sat on the fuzzy purple seat and quietly watched the scene play out.
Cue: A young woman with glasses, clutching a small handrail, her eyes downcast and her shoulders slightly hunched.
Enter from stage left: A young man with ruffled dark hair and an easy smile, head cocked to one side and curiosity in his gaze.
Two stars in cautious orbit, gravitating towards each other, but never quite in touch.
He tilts his head the other way and tries to catch her eye. She bites her lip and looks out the window, feigning interest in the empty street.
Loud honking outside—an abrupt stop by the bus—and their universes collide as she staggers into him and he catches her by the arm.
A quiet whisper, an exchange of names. He touches her hand, managing to coax a faint smile from her lips. She murmurs something back that brings him to laughter.
The curtain falls as th
Planned [Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader]
Kuroko Tetsuya [Kuroko Tetsuya x Reader]
Kuroko Tetsuya is in his classroom with Kagami Taiga, Kagami is trying to help Kuroko with his difficulty with math. Of course a certain [color] haired girl is talking to the one and only Riko. Kuroko secretly glances at the [color] haired girl, because he has fallen in love with her. Kagami has noticed it too. "Oi! Kuroko, stop spacing out, you need to pass this math test, in order to stay on the team!" he scold Kuroko. "Gomen. I just can't concentrate" he replied looking back at the girl and then at his textbook. "Why is coach with [name] anyway?" asked the red haired idiot. Before Tetsuya could reply, Riko made her way to him and handed him a piece of paper. Before she left she said 'Don't mess it up!' and left the room. "Don't mess what up?" asked a dumbfounded red haired idiot. Kuroko smiled a little. That surprised Kagami. He looked at the piece of paper and sighed. "Yea you better not mess it up" he said and focused his attention
Wait (Levi x Reader) (One-shot)
"Hey, (y/n)..." he spoke to his beloved, but no voice replied.
"Don't feel like talking? Then just listen." Levi said, coming to the conclusion that she won't reply at all.
"The legion has been making progress for the first time in years. Jaeger and the other brats has also been doing a great job on not screwing up the missions and die." he started.
"I accepted Ackerman and Arlert in my squad. They've been showing improvements and I thought they had potential, so why not expand their skills?" he shrugged slightly.
"About those three... Both Jaeger and Ackerman would make great Lance Corporals but there can only be one. Their both strong in their ways and will fight to death just for humanity's justice. As for Arlert, his better off commander. He may not have the strength to fight but he has the brains that would be one of the greatest weapons humanity has to offer." he looked up at the clear blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Letting the warm rays of the sun bath the land.
"Also, have I t
MSO Cap.4-De nada -dijo Len-Soy Len
-Rin un placer -estira su mano como un saludo cordial
Len miro la mano de Rin un segundo para luego aceptar y estrechar manos
-Bienvenida a la secundaria vocaloid -suelta su mano
-Me alegra estar aquí
Len tomo sus cosas y regalándole una sonrisa a Rin salió del salón, Rin dejo salir una sonrisa al parecer había encontrado un amigo, Rin guardo su lápiz, y se dirigió a la puerta principal de la secundaria, llego a la salida cuando Miku y Luka llegaron hasta ella
-Hola soy Miku, boy en tu salón -dijo Miku parando detrás de ella
Rin se voltea a mirarlas
-Bien, pues ¿quieres venir con nosotras al centro comercial?
-Pues claro suena bien
-Genial, ella es Luka del salón de alado -presentando
-Mucho gusto Luka
-Bueno que tal si ¿les doy mi número y nos encontramos allá mas tarde?
-Bien -dijeron Luka y Miku al mismo tiempo
Mientras que al otro lado de la puerta, ya
rythna - youre why i have trust issues“Have you found any ink yet?”
“Not yet,” Sjin crackled through the receiver. “There aren’t any squid for miles!”
“Well, hurry up!”
“Oh, don’t you ‘hurry up’ ME, mister. I don’t control where the squid are.”
Lalna sighed in irritation. Ink had to be the ONE thing they’d forgotten in the move. “Just keep looking,” he barked, rummaging deeper into a chest.
The loud groan of a zombie distracted him, followed by the sound of pounding fists on the door.
“Oh, for fucks sake! Isn’t it morning?”
Quickly, he pulled out his hammer and climbed up the ladder, flicking open the door and greeting the zombie with a face full of iron. The zombie crumpled to the floor.
He glanced at the sky. “It is morning! Why is there...”
He trailed off, staring into the sky. Distantly, he could see a small dark spot.... and it SEEMED to be getting bigger. He grabbed his hammer a li
DRUNK! 2P ItalyXReader I was sleeping on the couch in front of the fire waiting for my love to come home. He was out on a mission for his gang or mafia something cool like that. Luciano... love of my life. My cell phone vibrated on the wooden table. It vibrated more letting me know it was a call. I opened my eyes and reached for the phone. Flavio...Luciano's brother.
"Y/n, ciao, how was your day" he asked.
I looked at the clock. 2 a.m. He may sound calm but I doubt the news he was going to say was anything but an easy flight.
"It was good...thanks for asking. Um...-" I didn't know how to ask whats the news, but I knew he had some.
'Wellllllllllllllllllllll~ Your boyfriend"
So it was bad. If it was good he would say 'my brother'. Its always mine if its something bad.
"-He's sorta...really drunk right now....I might have you know encouraged him to like drink more than he should before a mission. He is fighting some guys right now...I think he's losing. Can you pick him
Male!Hanji x Reader One-Shot Part 1: Experiments
You were sitting with a blank expression on your face as you gazed upon the container of tea that was set before you. You were together Commander Levi and that strange boy known as Eren. Your emotions were bouncing all over the place since you weren't sure which one to convey. All you could show to him was a bland look that didn't show your true colors.
"Uh...Heichou..?" You heard the young boy speak up and Levi turned toward his direction.
"What is it?" Your eyes shifted towards Levi to see that peculiar way in which he held his cup; hand over the rim instead of the handle.
"H-Hanji-san was wondering if he could experiment on me...Should I let him...?" Eren sat uneasily with his fingers sliding against the side of his cup.
"Are you so worried that he'll dissect you?" Levi didn't bother to look at the somewhat frightened male.
"N-no..it's just that-"
"The way you say that makes you sound very unsure. I can promise you that Ha
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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