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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.
Lust. France x Reader
She never looked nice.
She looked like art, and art wasn't suppose to look nice;
it was suppose to make you feel something.
—Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
“God, he looks so gorgeous.” [Name] mumbled out of nowhere, taking a sip of her own drink. Eliza gave her an odd look, but it seemed that the girl didn't take notice of this and continued to babble about something that would probably horrify Eliza. “I know boys aren't supposed to be gorgeous. But he is, he really is. I won't deny that.”
And Eliza did look horrified. Not only horrified, but confused too. She probably had no idea what [Name] was talking about. Was she drunk? She probably was, but she doesn't necessarily get drunk that easily; Eliza knew that for a fact. She had been with [Name] longer than any of her [past] boyfriends have. “What the fuck are you
BTLG - Corpse Clutch - 2p Germany x Reader
You shivered. You twisted uncomfortably when you felt the temperature drop dramatically.
Now that sounded weird. You opened your eyes millimeter by millimeter.
“GAHHHHH!” You scramble away from the figure with a gaping mouth.
The terrifying being came closer. It pointed a sickly finger to you and in horror; you rushed to your feet. This grotesque creature looked like a zombie except it followed your every move with expert eyes.
“Grrrak!” it said while clicking its teeth. It inched closer to you; its gait unlike that of a normal zombie!
“GRAAAAK!” Its outstretched hand looked like it yearned to tear your flesh!
“Ahh!!” you screamed. Wasting no time to die to a freaking corpse, you ran only to be stopped by another meaner looking one.
“G-G-Graak!” The other one stuttered. You needed to get out of here. You had the drea
Delusional || Yandere!Levi x Reader (4)
D A R K N E S S.
That was all you could see.
You lazily blinked your eyes as you tried to focus on something -- anything -- in the room. You couldn't remember how or when you made it back to the girl's dormitory, but right now, your mind was too hazy to care. Deciding to light the candle on your nightstand, you groggily rolled over on your double bed.
Since when did you own a double bed? You started to panic as your hands fumbled around the nightstand in search for any form of light source. Your search ended up being fruitless as you sat there, deciding on what to do next.
Letting out a shaky breath , you got off the bed and stuck your arms out to feel your way around the dark room, occasionally bumping in
With Sugar On Top (Russia x Reader)
It is absolutely freezing.
On your way home, you were not expecting a sudden freak snowstorm to drop pretty much on top of you. You hunch into your jacket, wanting to break out into a run to close the distance between you and your lovely warm house, but you don't for fear of slipping and falling on your butt, because that's just the last thing that you need. Your jacket is doing little to provide you with adequate protection from the biting chill. You really have to stop being so optimistic just because you've started seeing the slow emergence of spring flowers- it's still technically winter, and it seems like Mother Nature is only too willing to remind you of that fact.
You fold your arms over your chest and slowly exhale, a cloud of vapor gathering in front of your slowly-reddening nose as you do so. You have to settle for trudging- a fine dusting of snow is fluttering down onto the ground, and although the white gets promptly swallowed up by the wet concrete, more of its bret
There is a Goddess in the RainDrops of water tumble towards the Earth, miniscule craters forming upon their impact. A gust of wind causes each droplet to spiral into the bark of trees and leaves tremble at their touch. Clouds pull apart their seams, their misty fingertips leaving trails along the sky. Summer is busying himself with painting the world in lush hues as Rain brushes past him. He smiles at her, but she does not smile back. Dewdrops garnish her shoulders as she continues to ignore him. Summer does not breathe easy as he begins to pour a deeper green into the grass. His breath flutters as Rain twirls up thunderstorms. Drizzling the ground with lightning, she smiles.
Hands wet with soil Summer looks to her, though she is engaged in her best effort to flood the earth. With a flimsy touch he reaches out, whispering in warm breezes. She stops. He hangs violent reds against the sky and drapes soft whites to dull the color. A pink haze covers the land as Rain scowls. She begins her tumultuous course to sit upon
Levi x Titan! Reader Chapter 9''Right, listen hear you damn brat''
You looked down to the small human and pointed to yourself as if to say ''Me?'' and gave him your best glare as you were still annoyed that your attempt at sleeping was interrupted. ''Yes you who the fuck did you think I was talking to?'' Levi stated, not fazed by your scary expression. You quietly growled at him, but he continued speaking.
''There a city through that gate, and you best make sure you don't cause a panic, or I'll slice your ass, so I want you to be as quiet as you can damned be'' He finished, crossing his arms. You just nodded and mimicked him, crossing your arms as well.
''Carry on mocking me and you'll regret it''
Levi turned around, trotting back to his comrades and you stuck your tongue out at his back, which caused Armin to give you a shocked look, but you didn't care.
''Alright then are you ready?'' The blue eyed leader spoke, his commanding, yet calming tone reaching th
Copper Can Shine P4 (JeanxCheerleader!Reader)
Warning! Some swear words below! (Just not enough for a 'mature' rating, but be warned anyway!)
Jean wasn't sure if it was clear, but for the rest of that day he had purposefully been avoiding you. If you had walked into the room, he would suddenly need the toilet, or have to go change his clothes or a plethora of other made up on the spot excuses for his constant absence. You had hardly seen hide not hair of that copper tone since the awkward dance incident, and it was rather grating on your nerves. You wanted this thing cleared up, and Jean's aversion tactics were starting to get tiresome.
"I'm sorry again, I just had to find Annie before coach flipped a switch. She's like his favourite person, I swear it's because he thinks we'll exclude her for being a girl or something." Eren gabbled an apology from your right once again. That's all he had been doing for the majority of dinner time in the academy's dining hall, getting a little more anxious each time you barely answered.
Simulation - Eren x Reader (Actor!AU) "As you all know, you have all finished filming season 1 of Shingeki no Kyojin: Attack on Titan. I must say that your work has been amazing, and for the upcoming awards show, we have to show some special clips," A voice, belonging to the director, announces over the speakers. Nerves are bubbling up inside my veins. "We are going to put you into a simulation, where you will be put into your characters position, and you will awaken when your character dies or the season ends. When you wake up, you will only remember what happened in the simulation when you are shown the clips. You will not remember your real memories during the simulation."
I sit on the bed, and swing my legs up, proceeding to lie down. I slip the mask next to me on, and I breathe in the gas.
"See you all soon." I murmur, the gas we are being given takes affect.
"Hello, Mrs. Jeager! Is my mother here still?" I ask the women, who smiles at me, releasing her son's ear. She nods towards t
La Misteriosa Cantante... Parte 14-¿Qué lo llevaría a corromperse así?-pregunto Phineas
-Eh intentado saberlo pero siempre que lo intento termina explicándome lo que ya se.-dijo Bruno con cara de irritación
-Parece que, lo pasas mal.- dijo Phineas sonriendo.
-Mi tío esta obsesionado con unas personas y dice que por su culpa esta pasándole todo lo malo. Cuando lo cierto que es totalmente su culpa.-dijo Bruno algo molesto.- pero en dado caso entraría en su juego y eso no estaría bien
-Te entiendo Bruno.-dijo Phineas animándolo.
-¿Lo dices por Isabella verdad?- pregunto Bruno
-Pues sí, Isabella me confunde, me ayuda pero siento que me oculta algo.-dijo Phineas
-Debes calmarte un poco.-dijo Bruno sonriendo.- Oí que hoy era la fecha límite para aceptar cualquiera de las…-pero fue interrumpido.
Un maestro de cabello rubio entro en el salón y les pidió a todos que se colocaran en sus lugares espec
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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