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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.
Trainee Shenanigans: Horse Ride
WARNING: Stupidness, and some bad language. Enjoy the ride, Cadet.
"Come on, get in!" In went one, two, three, four, five until you gave up on counting. It was overwhelmingly warm outside, and the wood of the wagon seemed just about to decay and fall to pieces on the soil you stood on.
There was, if anything, about to be an overflow of smelly and active teenage soldiers that kept flooding into the wagon like a river, non-stop as the weight grew and grew, space declining and declining. Beside you was an ever so gentle Christa Renz, hair golden and eyes blue, but her hands moved nervously as she buried herself into your side. To the other was Connie, who had the casual look of devilish nothingness plastered on his boyish features.
"By the time it's our turn, there won't be any room left. The Instructor might even make us run there!" Christa's voice was smooth, but the slightest hint of concentration was seeping through her pinked lips. The last of the soldiers climbed in.
Shrugging off t
Loki x Pregnant Reader“I just don’t know what to do.” You complained to your best friend as the two of you talked over coffee inside the S.H.E.I.L.D break room.
“Have you even tried to tell Loki that you’re pregnant yet?” Natasha questioned after setting her mug down.
“I’ve tried like three times today and each time he had to leave before I could tell him. And now he’s about to go on another mission.” You sighed before downing the rest of coffee.
It was the unholy hour of five a.m. but that fact was lost on you as you sat at your kitchen table reading a magazine and humming.
“Hi honey!” You greeted your husband excitedly as Loki passed through the doorway. He either mumbled a hi or grunted in return, this early in the morning it was nearly impossible to differentiate the two, but you just smiled on and flipped the pages.
“So when my pregnancy starts to show do you think I’ll be on
Weather (Malik x reader x Altair)
Altaïr was covered in a sheen of sweat beneath the heavy material of his assassin's robes. The moment his feet hit the ground before the bureau in Jerusalem his motivation leapt and crashed. He'd have to climb once more in the gruelling heat. But after that, he could rest. That is, if Malik did not order him out like last time. Why did the sun have to be so tortiously slow at burning him to death as he climbed?
Altaïr dropped from the grating and dipped a hand in the fountain. He splashed his face clean, uncomfortable and wishing nothing more than to escape the heat. Escape the sun and everything else. But he could not spend all day over the sun-warmed water.
He pulled out a feather stained in red and placed it on the counter inside the room. There it was more humid but not as hot, and Altaïr fought the urge not to pant.
"The target has been dealt with."
You glanced up from your scroll on the desk, your own face slightly pink tinged. Altaïr dismissed it in his mind
Mentor and Student (Malik x reader)
The heat was sticky and humid, patience had been wearing thin, and yet you poured over another book. Strands of your hair fell onto the pages and you felt fingers pull it back behind your ear. It brushed against your cheek, making you pause and lean ever so slightly in it. You received a flick to the back of your head for that, for stopping writing and reading.
"You must finish this by night."
Malik's voice was strong and lined with pride. And why wouldn't he be? He was the only man capable of being both a scholar and assassin to masterful levels. He was pacing back and forth while reading, sometimes sitting for hour long stretches to write page after page. He already created a new map of Masyaf and were doing various duties befitting a Rafiq.
"I will." You gave a sigh which made him raise his head and stare at you from your seat. "But can we not practice outside? We spent most of the day planning. How will this help somebody on the field?"
Malik's eyes fell slightly in a glare which m
La Casa... Parte 14... FINALLos primeros en practicar fueron los del equipo de Baloncesto
Como siempre Phineas encesto la mayoría de todas las canastas.
En una parte independiente de la cancha se encontraban las gradas y el espacio para las porristas y la mascota de los equipos.
Isabella daba marometas, brincos y saltos mortales, pirámides y todo, Phineas al terminar su partido solo se encargaba de mirar la actuación de Isabella.
Por parte de Baljeet trataba de estar a la par de las porristas pero era muy difícil.
Era el turno de Bufort, y al terminar todo el equipo cargaba a Bufort pues gracias a, el había ganado la victoria. Tania voleaba de manera impresionante y remataba mejor, Ganaron pero salió más que rendida pues más de una vez las del otro equipo quisieron golpearla. El último equipo que salió fue el de futbol en el que el partido iba 6-5 a favor del equipo de Ferb y Ulises, entre ellos entablaban una conversación.
BTLG- That's My Italian Flirt- Seborga x Reader
You woke up with the sensation of falling.
The weirdest thing was that there actually was a high pitched gale force wind blowing against your face.
Very confused and a bit scared you struggled to open your eyes but the wind kept it shut. Finally managing to open them, you found out that you were not only falling but falling into a black ocean much like the pit when you fell into the mirror.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” you screamed as you hit the water HARD!!
The wind was knocked right out of you even though you landed on your feet.
You didn’t know which way was up or down just the chilling blackness that blanketed you. The darkness in a way was devouring you… your memories. The memories seemed to be leaking out from your brain into the water. They looked like shiny bubbles that reflected your previous memories of your life past. You struggled to catch these bubbles but they all seemed to be just out of your reach. You became frustrated an
Kiss the pain away. Romano x Reader
〖 The most important thing to me is to make you happy. 〗
“So, anything interesting happened to you?”
“I spilled milk on my shirt this morning.” She replied, letting an exasperated sigh escape her slightly chapped lips. [Name] looked down at her plaid blue shirt, the stain still visible to the eye.
“Hmm, doesn't sound like you're having a good day.”
She groaned. Of course, it wasn't a good day for her. Most days were never good for her. Well, at least that's what she had thought. Not like [Name] actually cared though. It's like a routine, except for weekends. In which she would probably sleep, go out with her friends, grocery shopping for more food.
“Well, at least things are getting better.” [Name] said, shrugging. “Not for me, though. But for someone.”
Romano let out laugh— or at least something like that. [Name] didn't bother to actually know; she was too tired to even ask. Th
La Casa...Parte 13Danville 9:30 de la mañana…
-Chicos bajen a desayunar…-Gritaba desde la cocina una mujer de cabello rojizo mientras servía el desayuno…
Al no obtener respuesta, la mujer dejo todo y subió al cuarto de sus dos hijos… Candace se había ido a dormir con Staycy así que no estaba en casa aun…
Toco varias veces pero al no oír nada entro de manera inmediata… encontró a Phineas y a Ferb dormidos profundamente… no había visto a qué hora habían llegado pero era hora de desayunar y tenían que bajar…
-Phineas…-sacudió al más pequeño de los chicos para que despertara…-Ferb, despierten chicos…-dijo
Cada uno comenzó a abrir los ojos con una lentitud asombrosa…
-¿Qué pasa mamá?-pregunto el peli rojo…
-Ya son las 9: 30 Phineas, es hora de que despierten…
Phineas se tallo los o
Marry Me Tony x Reader The air was filled with thick black smoke and your lungs burned and heaved as they tried to take in what little oxygen they could. Sweat poured off you as you quickly maneuvered your way to the window furthest from the raging fire behind you. You threw open the window as fast as you could and took a deep breath of the cleaner air. Your eyes scoured the area surrounding your apartment building but the welcomed sight of red engines was nowhere to be seen. You cast a fearful look behind you at the fire rushing towards you.
With tears in your eyes you turned back to your only option of escape, the window. After all plummeting six stories unto concrete had to be better than getting burned alive. With tears flowing freely and only one sob you leapt through the window just as the flames began to lick at your feet. Your eyes screwed shut as you free-fell to what would presumably be your death.
It didn’t take long
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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