I've got to let you know ...She was like water on the dance floor, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Her tight skirt hugging those wide hips like they were chocolate on a strawberry, and her top was translucent in all the right places. He nearly jumped off his stool when she caught his eye and beckoned him over. He moved quicker than he would have liked to admit to anyone, but she was too tempting to lose.
The darkened room, the smell of sweat and perfume, and the slick skin beneath his fingers when he reached her was nearly overwhelming. The song turned to an old rock song, and they picked up the pace, his hands on her hips while hers were wrapped around his neck. The guitar riffs made their hearts thump something fierce, and as the chorus came through the speakers once more, she slide closer to his chest and leaned into his ear, lips grazing his lobe lightly. “You’re one of my kind.”
Don't kill the light.The gods paint their colors
All across the skies
We sit back and listen
As the wind whistles by.
Tell me you can feel it
Hearts beating as one
Endless energy roaming free
Wondering what's left to be done.
Soft expanse of mountain
Where have you left your light?
Shine over my mind
Beat upon the good and right.
Waves of pure
All around our hill
They glide like music
They radiate power and chills.
Let not the rain dissolve you
Don't kill the light.
Dance in the sun with me
Sleep through dusk into night.
Playback.I wanted you to know
That I love the way you laugh.
I love the way you say my name
I love you in that non-existing photograph.
It’s killing me to know
That you’re not here.
You’re so far away,
Nowhere even near.
I’ve cried more now
Than I have in a while
But I love how
You make me feel like a child.
I know you’re in my heart
And it will always be that way
Sometimes, that’s what’s keeping me
Going on through my day.
I dream about us
All the time
I can’t believe I love the eighth world wonder,
And you will always be mine.
Hold onto your dreams
And they will come true
Never, ever forget who you are
No matter what you do.
Tell me you love me
Because that’s what I crave to hear
Those three words that you say
Are like beautiful music to my ears.
I’ll stand with you always
I’ll keep you proud and tall
You’ll never be down
Because I won’t let you fall.
I wish they could see
How much I’m in love with you
The desert love. Dry air, like a dense comb
running through my thick hair;
all is golden, orange, auburn - desert.
I live in the dunes, the craggy rocks
sand and pebbles, scraggy plant life
begging for some water and a break.
What parched earth, desperate for life:
what a lie!
Superseded. she spins spider webs
trapping conscious lives in her palms
reading bible verses like comics
and singing praises like carols.
what lies between her eyes and her mouth
is a direct link to the deepest circle
of magic and mystery,
where heaven and a darker place creep
inundated with the fogs of her soul,
warm and chilly, frostbitingly hot -
she has superseded dreams
Little Wingstaking flight
stars in the night
into sleeping minds -
blanket of stars
a single star
shoots across, carrying
in young hearts
into day's desire
Dark Nightdrowning, my lungs have collapsed,
no air within this dark night,
stars, veiled where they used to be,
calling beyond those limits named
infinity, i'm lost, deserted and alone,
nobody left to touch my cold bones,
forever whispering a name already
foreign to my tongue,
drowning, my lungs breathe water –
no air within this dark night
Destination Lost yesterday
i boarded a train
certain of my journey –
today, i’m no longer sure
of my destination
domus | nicolas
maybe i’ll find home away from h o m e.
You shouldn’t be here. You should have left long ago, should have found another place to stay-- somewhere better, somewhere safe.
Yet you remain. You remain despite the tense ambience that fills the suffocating air; you remain despite the dreary sky that drapes over the city.
Years have passed and Ergastulum still feels foreign. The back alleys are more familiar than the place you consider home-- there’s a silence there that brings unease and an emptiness that feels as if it’ll consume you at any moment. There was never any comfort there; there was never any warmth. Just a false sense of belonging.
But here-- here, everything feels okay. It feels safe and sound; the danger that lurks outside fades into oblivion.
Maybe this is where you belong.
. . .
Digits ghost over taut muscles, gingerly tracing the tattoo on his back. Nic can’t see you, but the movement is so slow and alm
Need You To Love Me (Nico x Reader) Part 3
Becoming friends with the Handymen had been one of the most exciting adventures you had experienced, and in Ergastulum that was truly saying something. The fact that you had met Nicolas in the middle of an assault had been thrilling enough on its own, but it was only made more so by the stories Nina and Theo would tell you of his latest exploits with his partner Worick. The two seemed like quite an odd pair and you were interested in seeing their dynamic together in person.
A few months after the attack, you had become well acquainted with both of them and would often bring them meals or serve them dinner at the boarding house or Theo’s clinic. You were even becoming used to the push and pull that Nic put you through as you tried to gain his faith. Initially, it seemed impossible to stay in the Twilight’s good favor for long, but soon you realized it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but something else entirely. You weren't willing to give up trying, bu
at first sight. | aomine daiki [au]
aт ғιrѕт ѕιgнт. | aoмιne daιĸι х ғeм!reader [ғlower ѕнop!aυ]
Aomine realises that working in a flower shop isn't the manliest job in the world, much less owning one.
He notices the stares people — especially the high school boys — give him whenever they see him tending to the flowers in front of the shop or making flower arrangements and bouquets at the back. It wasn't subtle. Some walk away whispering to one another, others openly laugh at him.
It's not like he wanted this job in the first place; he just sort of inherited the shop from his mother. At an early age, his mother taught him which flower suit the bouquet better, and how to make lovely bouquets. The knowledge stuck to him over the years so here he is, mending a flower shop.
But screw what the rest thought; he likes this job.
Quite frankly, he finds flower arrangement a relaxing activity, o
dork. | kagari shuusei [au]
dorĸ. | ĸagarι ѕнυυѕeι х reader [нιgн ѕcнool!aυ]
Kagari's fingers drum against the surface of the desk; a sigh lacing with fatigue escapes his lips, distant sounds of footsteps resounded from the hallway. Dull and cloudy the weather this morning — just like his mood now because who wouldn't be lethargic going back to school?
His copper hair in disarray, strands brushing against the side of his face as he turns to the vacant desk situated next to him, and Kagari wonders when his best friend would grace him with his presence. Students start filling the classroom slowly as the teacher walks in, but Kogami is nowhere to be seen; though Kagari shouldn't be surprise he's not here yet — for all he knows, Kogami might decide to not to come to the first day of school at all, but he'll reserve the empty seat next to him just in case.
Kagari pulls himself from his daydream when he hears meta
his number | cop!aomine daiki
//A random, funny Drabble. Fem!Reader//
“Oh ho ho ho.” You raised an eyebrow, a flirtatious smile migrating to your lips. The term ‘personal space’ was cast away in place of lust. Your hand wandered to the crook of his neck tie, as your seductive gaze looked up to meet his. “Ne… Why don't you assist me in the bedroom, Officer Aomine.” You purred suggestively in his ear.
Aomine Daiki liked boobs. And today, he really liked boobs. Your luscious, provocative breath felt hot on his neck, your womanly chest pressed against his torso. Any trace of his occupational duties were flushed down the drain, while his inner desires were gnawing at his conscious.
A sly fox, you were, and Aomine loved it.
“Looks like I'm gonna have to give you a ticket.” Aomine smirked before scribbling down a number on a scrap piece of paper. Your eyes lit up in victory. Still remaining your alluring composure, your hand re
Eight VIII ~ Cheater!Surprise? x Reader (KNB)
VIII. Kise Ryouta - Light (Growth)
Years ago, back in middle school, Kurokocchi would go on about light and shadow. Surprisingly, it wasn't the typical "light is good" and "shadow is evil." Instead, he said that there is no shadow without light, and that the two must work together in harmony. "The stronger the light, the darker the shadow." Back in middle school, I didn't understand him at all.
To be completely fair, I didn't understand many things—math, science, history. Most of the things I didn't understand were school related. Then there were things I did understand, particularly basketball. Ironically enough, it was through basketball I met her: the love of my life. She was my high school basketball team's manager. She was something I thought I could understand. Friendly, optimistic, kind; but too emotional, too idealistic, too gullible—even with her faults, though, she was still amazing.
So, you may ask, what made me turn my back on her so suddenly? What made m
Half A Heart [Soulmate!AU] [Yamaguchi x Reader]
Soulmate!AU where a timer on your arm counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate
He could still remember the first time he met you.
The way your large adolescent eyes peered up at him in awe was forever etched into his mind.
Later, he discovered the reason why you were staring so intently at him- because you had never met someone with freckles before. Instead of teasing him like the other kids his age, you seemed genuinely intrigued by the marks peppered over his cheeks; and his young self automatically developed a certain fondness for you.
00 : 00 : 00
Yamaguchi learnt the hard way that he wasn’t the same as other children. He wasn’t made fun of just because of looks and appearances.
They alienated him because he didn’t have a soulmate.
For as long as he could remember, his timer had always been lined with zeros unlike the rest of his peers. While his classmates were preoccupied with f
Lazy Mornings || Link x Male!Reader
The warm sun shone from the window above, the rays tickle the arms and feet that were not covered by the thin blanket. Link scrunched his face slightly as he felt cold feet slightly cuddling up his leg and he gave a sigh. The coldness was a nice contrast to the constant heat that was a bit too much sometimes and that he seemed to radiate all the time.
There was a small mutter and a whimper that followed and the body in his arms curled up into his chest, seeking for more warmth and obviously being cold. Link buried his nose in the hair that tickled his chin just seconds ago and closed his eyes, giving one hum before snuggling closer as well.
And there you were, the son of a rich merchant who decided against all odds to come with him and join his journey. Well, wanted to but your sick body was not the best to support this decision.
And your dad, of course, was against it as well.
The thought of his only, sick son leaving the house to help a random stranger that they had taken in for a so
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy shit... what a ride!" - Unknown|
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I love to write and have many ideas for original novels which I hope to one day get published. But for the moment, I mainly write FanFiction for anime, books and video game series on FanFiction.net, Mibba, Ghosts of the Vanguard, Wattpad, Quizilla and Lunaescence under this same pen-name, while also having an account on FictionPress.com also under the same pen-name.
I love to draw, but honestly, I'm absolutely terrible at it, which isn't surprising considering that I have never taken a class for reference and the fact that I only attempt to draw every once in a while. My favorite things to draw are clothes and hair styles which I am slightly better at drawing right, while my least is bodies, specifically faces, hands and feet. Mostly because I really, really suck at those.
I am a rank amateur when it comes to photography, although I do like to snap shots when something catches my eye. I’d like to get better at it but like drawing, it’s barely a hobby for me at the moment, but who knows, one day maybe I’ll get more into it and hopefully improve my meager skills in both.
What interests me the most and never fails to catch my eye, as far as art and photography goes, is traditional Asian styled costumes, fantasy works, medieval styled costumes, ancient civilizations and their mythology and animals. Honestly though, I will favorite anything that catches my interest no matter what it is.
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