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I feel as if You could embody any Girls’ fairy tale Prince Your gentle and Calm demeanor May have been what attracted Me to You The stereotypical Golden wheat hair and ever-changing Eyes (Really, what is the color? A periwinkle blue? A dove-grey? I’ve no courage to observe them) You, this Dream Prince, say you are never lonely as long as I’m with you Don’t you know any Woman, on this Side of Reality, would be Aching to hear that when she’s in Sad Solitude? Of course you are a perfect gentleman from head to toe, not a unclean thought in mind What I have done to deserve you in this imagination, I do not know

In my Dreams you were Loving and wore your Emotions daily In Reality you were Calm, Mysterious, and hard to read In Reality we were close Friends though I don’t know how that Happened In my Dreams you had loved me from the Start In my Dreams you never had any admirers because you only admired me In Reality you were Crushed on from Afar though I don’t think you Noticed In Reality you nodded in Agreement whenever I asked if we were Friends In my Dreams you Always adored me and treated me like a Princess When I asked for your answer to my Question, you didn’t give a direct Response The next Day was Hectic, friends Atte

Cooled darkness and tile floors surround us   We giggle at ourselves Suddenly her eyes glint with excitement An idea forming in that elementary-school brain of hers She steps closer and our journey begins She tells me that we’re playing That I have no need to worry I nod in obedience though my child brain cannot comprehend I find this idea exciting and exhilarating I have done nothing like this before I have only seen adults do it It was a natural action was it not? Why can’t I for once do something like they do? I have always been adored why is this any different? It won’t be anything special, I assure myself

1 If I were gone tomorrow would you notice? I asked to acknowledge me and you gave a tight-lipped smile nonchalantly. 2 If I said I would come back would you smile and say you could wait? I wanted to give one last good-bye but you weren’t there. 3 If I gave you a gift would you treasure it forever? I shyly pushed it to you with outstretched hands but you strode pass without a second glance. What if I told you I loved you? What would you do then? The only time a good-bye is painful is when you know you’ll never say hello again.

you're leaving me again, aren't you? | god!kuroo tetsurou x gn!regalia!reader ☆ noragami!au (not really) ☆ more like god + servant!au Gods usually cannot die of natural means; they can't die of old age, no illness that was known and unknown to man can even so much as touch them. A god got ran over by a truck? It'll hurt them like hell, but they'll just pick themselves up, and walk it off. But gods are not immortal. It is possible to kill a god; it's insanely difficult, but not impossible. A regalia powerful enough can kill a god. A god can kill a god. Ayakashi can kill gods. But how a god dies doesn't matter. In the end, they'll

        “Ow! (Name), that hurts!”      Bokuto slapped at your hands and jerked back. Drops of blood dribbled down his chin as he flinched and stained his shirt. He didn’t get far, sitting as he was against the wall, but it was enough to dodge your hands on his face. Those round, golden eyes of his bored into your own as he pouted, which of course only fed your frustration. You let out a long, held in breath.      Blood was dripping from his nose and down his lip in a horrifying mess, but that didn’t seem to faze the gray-haired boy. His face was slowly turning a light shade of purple, his nose and lip crusted with

        “Uncle Hajime! Uncle Hajime!”      The screaming shouts of four small boys echoed through the gym as they all rushed in. Whatever he was saying to his teammates died on his lips as four pairs of feet slapped at the floor and four flushed and out of breath boys came to a halt in front of him. Murmurs filled the gym as everyone looked over each others shoulders to see what the boys were so excited about. Where before they had been all focused on whatever formation Iwaizumi had been trying to get them to learn, they were now focused on the small children begging for Iwaizumi's attention.      The wing spiker could tell fr

        “Hey, Tetsu.”        Kuroo turned his head towards the voice in the dark. “What?”        “Does it bother you?” Oikawa’s words slurred a bit at the end, certainly not helped by the sudden swig he took from the beer bottle.        “What doesn’t bother me?”        Another swig before Oikawa sucked in a deep breath. “Lev’s hair is silver.”        A slight paused followed Oikawa’s words and Kuroo was left feeling like it was the most obvious thing in the world he was supposed to know. Maybe it was the two beers he’d already had? Not counting

        “Why is he here?”      You glance over your shoulder just as Kuroo finishes kicking off his shoes and slides into his slippers. He drops his backpack on the floor near the counter before he leans over the back of the couch to look at the referred to he. You followed his gaze down to the chocolate haired setter curled up on the couch with his head on your lap.      He looked no better than when he had appeared on your doorstep. His cheeks were still flushed and his nose half runny, half stuffed, complete with a hoarse voice from the scratchy throat. Each breath he took was an audible inhale and exhale of air and he shif

     You two were as close as can be, I mean, you were in fact dating. You had been dating for a long while consisting of six months now and the only problem you didn't fail to notice in your relationship was the harrowing fact that he was leaving for America to enroll for a prestigious university.     And the very fact that he was leaving so soon was devastating.     But of course, you had your future set in stone to run the family business, and you didn't want this seemingly irrelevant piece of both of your lives to drift you both away from achieving your goals. But Tooru being Tooru urged for you to get the mother load of accounts to v

Your boyfriend remained completely engrossed on his hand-held device, unaware of your intent gaze. You continue to stare at him for another couple of seconds, hoping that he would take at least one glance at you, but eventually give up and slump back into the couch. “Kenma…why don’t you love me?” you pout at him. All you heard was the continuous movement of his god-like fingers shifting everywhere and the sounds of the buttons being pushed relentlessly. Ever since you invited yourself into the latter’s house, and that was about seven hours ago, all you’ve been doing for the whole entire day was trying to

10 times oikawa attempts to make you blush... i. "[Name]!! You're so pretty today!! Are you impressing someone today? Are you trying to impress me?" Oikawa continues to shower you with genuine compliments, feeling overwhelmed at the sudden generosity that your best friend was giving you. You knew you weren't wearing any make-up or anything striking, and you didn't look as presentable with your crinkled school uniform, and not to mention, the bad, tiring days you were having frequently; causing dark circles to form around your eyes and bad moods to arise. Your blushed only deepened to his every compliment or praise that would only brighten

| Apartment Series | literally tsukishima = profanities 101 “Hey Tsukki let’s go pokemon hunting I’m bored,” you shouted at the top of your lungs as you barge into your roommate’s room and proceed to jump on his now ruined sleeping form. The male groans in annoyance and pops his head out from under the covers to give you a hard glare, but when he realizes that your face was threateningly close to his, he blushes furiously and unconsciously pushes you off his bed, retreating to his covers. “Ow what the fuck you didn’t have to push me you jerk!” you wince as you touch the new bruise on your head

{ oikawa x reader | drabble } this story is based off of ReikoIrie (https://www.deviantart.com/reikoirie) story, {enough}. it's an amazing story that i suggest you go check oUT ASAP. <3 it takes place in one of the many 2 am calls that you and oikawa share. i hope this works out?? it's my first time writing in present tense. for your entertainment, listen to weak. fandom/pov: haikyuu/second/present -- Your phone rang, and it's not like it woke you up. You knew it had to happen at one point, considering that these calls happened on more than one occasion. You don't even have to look at the caller ID, you already know it's Oikawa. "Hm?" Is what you greeted the third year wi