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“When we met, I knew then, that there was something cool about you.”
Even though some my friends didn't notice it at all, I did. He stood out to me like vivid fireworks stand out against a dark summer sky. The first time we met, we stayed out all night and counted all the stars, laying out on a beach. I remember it well; the air was cool and salty. The wind made my hair all sticky, but he didn’t care. His spiky hair was probably the same way. The waves lapped at our bare feet, mighty blue tides with delicate white foam frosting the edges. It was beautiful. That same night, my friends were back at the house near the shore, most likely partying and having a good time. Though, I’m sure if I had stayed with them, I never would have had this encounter.
He just smiled at me; his unique, lovely, perfect smile that could put the sun’s brilliance to shame. “You think so? I kinda thought the same about you.”
Being next to him makes me feel warm. Safe. Like I’m wanted; valued, even. I like the feeling. It’s something that I’ve never felt with anyone else. And I do think it’s strange that this one boy, out of all of the others I’ve met, could make me feel so loved. I don’t know why it’s him specifically...I’ve just grown so fond of him in a short amount of time.
We sit out by ourselves behind an abandoned store in our neighborhood, on a plain of grass. He’s only here with me because he didn’t have volleyball practice today, and he owed me time since we didn’t see each other yesterday. I turn my head to look at him; he lies on his back peacefully in the grass. His eager brown eyes bore into mine, looking for something. Some answer to some unasked question, perhaps. “Sometimes, my friends tell me that they think you’re weird. Maybe it’s because you’re not very tall, or muscular. You know, things guys are expected to be.”
At this, he’s disheartened a little, but his eyes light up in aggravation. “Yeah? Pfft, so? I’m me! I can’t change anything about my size! And I’m a damn good libero, you can bet on that!” He pouts.
“I love this side of you, Yuu.” He’s surprised when I wrap my arms around him, enveloping him in sudden warmth. “You’re so feisty, so spirited, and….”
“What? What else?” He hungers for my next word. “Am I perhaps handsome? Dashing? Princely?”
“Passionate.” I tell him as I bury my face in his neck. “So passionate. I see the fire in your eyes whenever you get emotional, and I wish I could be that way about more things,” He shivers slightly. I put my lips on the soft skin of his chin. “But I can only be passionate about you.”
“Aww, [First name], stop it…” He laughs and squirms a little in my grasp. “That tickles!”
“Stop moving! I’m trying to kiss you!” He keeps squirming, so I have to hold his wrists firmly in my hands. “Come on, Yuu.”
“No! I’m going to kiss you!” And he does. He plants a dozen kisses on my lips before I can even register what happened.
“That didn’t count! Do it again, but slowly this time.”
We fall back, laughing. Nishinoya takes the opportunity to curl up closer to me, looking youthful. His little tuft of bleached hair falls to the side as he lays down. Then he takes my hand and kisses it.
“You don’t need to say that I’m handsome, we both know it, but you could say I’m princely, you know. A prince always kisses his princess’ hand.”
“True. You’re also very dashing.” I tell him. “I won’t tell you any lies, and I won’t keep any secrets.”
“Me either, [First Name]. I’ll do anything for you. You want me to tell you stories? Paint a picture? I’ll even hang it in the sky, just for you. Because, I love you!” He’s almost shouting, maybe even declaring. Just one more thing that drives me over the edge for him.
I cup my hands around his face, which causes him to grin. He’s probably expecting a kiss, but I disappoint him by rubbing his nose with mine. “I love you too.” He sighs, content.
It feels like time is standing still, but days are going by. In my mind, I pray, sincerely, and from the bottom of my heart.
Can it always stay like this? Please?
Even though some my friends didn't notice it at all, I did. He stood out to me like vivid fireworks stand out against a dark summer sky. The first time we met, we stayed out all night and counted all the stars, laying out on a beach. I remember it well; the air was cool and salty. The wind made my hair all sticky, but he didn’t care. His spiky hair was probably the same way. The waves lapped at our bare feet, mighty blue tides with delicate white foam frosting the edges. It was beautiful. That same night, my friends were back at the house near the shore, most likely partying and having a good time. Though, I’m sure if I had stayed with them, I never would have had this encounter.
He just smiled at me; his unique, lovely, perfect smile that could put the sun’s brilliance to shame. “You think so? I kinda thought the same about you.”
Being next to him makes me feel warm. Safe. Like I’m wanted; valued, even. I like the feeling. It’s something that I’ve never felt with anyone else. And I do think it’s strange that this one boy, out of all of the others I’ve met, could make me feel so loved. I don’t know why it’s him specifically...I’ve just grown so fond of him in a short amount of time.
We sit out by ourselves behind an abandoned store in our neighborhood, on a plain of grass. He’s only here with me because he didn’t have volleyball practice today, and he owed me time since we didn’t see each other yesterday. I turn my head to look at him; he lies on his back peacefully in the grass. His eager brown eyes bore into mine, looking for something. Some answer to some unasked question, perhaps. “Sometimes, my friends tell me that they think you’re weird. Maybe it’s because you’re not very tall, or muscular. You know, things guys are expected to be.”
At this, he’s disheartened a little, but his eyes light up in aggravation. “Yeah? Pfft, so? I’m me! I can’t change anything about my size! And I’m a damn good libero, you can bet on that!” He pouts.
“I love this side of you, Yuu.” He’s surprised when I wrap my arms around him, enveloping him in sudden warmth. “You’re so feisty, so spirited, and….”
“What? What else?” He hungers for my next word. “Am I perhaps handsome? Dashing? Princely?”
“Passionate.” I tell him as I bury my face in his neck. “So passionate. I see the fire in your eyes whenever you get emotional, and I wish I could be that way about more things,” He shivers slightly. I put my lips on the soft skin of his chin. “But I can only be passionate about you.”
“Aww, [First name], stop it…” He laughs and squirms a little in my grasp. “That tickles!”
“Stop moving! I’m trying to kiss you!” He keeps squirming, so I have to hold his wrists firmly in my hands. “Come on, Yuu.”
“No! I’m going to kiss you!” And he does. He plants a dozen kisses on my lips before I can even register what happened.
“That didn’t count! Do it again, but slowly this time.”
We fall back, laughing. Nishinoya takes the opportunity to curl up closer to me, looking youthful. His little tuft of bleached hair falls to the side as he lays down. Then he takes my hand and kisses it.
“You don’t need to say that I’m handsome, we both know it, but you could say I’m princely, you know. A prince always kisses his princess’ hand.”
“True. You’re also very dashing.” I tell him. “I won’t tell you any lies, and I won’t keep any secrets.”
“Me either, [First Name]. I’ll do anything for you. You want me to tell you stories? Paint a picture? I’ll even hang it in the sky, just for you. Because, I love you!” He’s almost shouting, maybe even declaring. Just one more thing that drives me over the edge for him.
I cup my hands around his face, which causes him to grin. He’s probably expecting a kiss, but I disappoint him by rubbing his nose with mine. “I love you too.” He sighs, content.
It feels like time is standing still, but days are going by. In my mind, I pray, sincerely, and from the bottom of my heart.
Can it always stay like this? Please?
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you'll be okay.
it was late at night and you were wide awake, yet again. you had a problem sleeping when you should be because of your anxiety.
your anxiety could be triggered by anything, really.
deciding what to eat tomorrow for break, running late to class, the rare event of bumping in to some delinquents, failing grades—whatever your mind could think of.
and right now you were very anxious because you were going back to school after being sick for a week.
"i really wish i didn't get sick."
so now here you were, being tortured by your own thoughts.
"gosh, how much did i miss?"
"oh man, i'm going to fail."
"i might even have to repeat a grade!"
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Kuroo Tetsurou - Worth The Wait
→ Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader.
→ Word count : 5.060
→ I’m not a native speaker so I hope you’ll forgive any of my stupid mistakes.
→ Read the description I guess ?
Her weekends were all the same. She came back to Tokyo by train, exhausted from her four days of uni -even more from her sleepless nights spent on Netflix while Skyping Kenma (she was nineteen years old but apparently still needed her mom to tell her to go to sleep and take her devices away). She used her long weekends to sleep, sleep, relish in not having to worry about cooking, cleaning or having to shop for groceries, sleep, eat and more imp
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21 grams. -oikawa tooru
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oikawa tooru x f!reader
word count: 1343
loosely inspired by a line in kagerou daze chapter 18
warning: implied suicide
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(“Hey, Tooru… Do you think that heaven exists?”)
(“Hmm, that's an odd question to ask. Personally… Not really… What do you think?”)
(“Well…”)
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What an eccentric individual he was, you thought. The way he drew the people around him in, the way he brought out the best in everyone around him on the court. Surrounded by those he loved and those who loved him, you lived in separate worlds.
Perhaps, only you were the one who could see s
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points to anyone who knows the song that this is based off of
i don't even know what this is, it's not fluffy enough, i guess i was just trying to be poetic or something. i'm so sorry noya, i love you to pieces but i just don't do you justice ;-;
Nishinoya(c) Haikyuu!!
i don't even know what this is, it's not fluffy enough, i guess i was just trying to be poetic or something. i'm so sorry noya, i love you to pieces but i just don't do you justice ;-;
Nishinoya(c) Haikyuu!!
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Is this song from bratz rock angelz?? Omgomg i love that song and i loge this ineshot of yours!!