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Eridan x Shy!ReaderIt was a cold winters’ day, snow falling as people started home. Well, all except for a girl with (H-l) (H-C) who was sitting on a snow covered tree branch. Now you’re probably wondering why the girl, who was named (Y-n), was in a tree. No she wasn’t stalking anyone…… ok; she was stalking her crush. She didn’t know why no one liked Eridan, her crush. He was cute, a bit clingy, but positively cute. She sighed and frowned a bit. Sadly, he didn’t even know she existed, mostly because whenever she tried to talk to him she would chicken out and abscond out of there. Also, because Eridan was madly in love/flushed for Feferi Pixies who didn’t even like him. Just then her phone went off, making her yelp and fall from the branch and fall into….someone’s arms? (Y-n) looked up to see Tavros, metal legs and all. “E-E-Ehh, h-hello Tavros.” (Y-n) said as she smiled at him as he set her down. “hEY,,,,,,,(Y/n),, what we
Male!Vriska x Reader ~ Dream bubbles
Male!Vriska x Reader ~ Dream bubbles
You had been dead a little while, your eye color had remained you just decided its probably because your human and the bubbles had different affects on you.
You had been wondering for what you suspect was a few days, you hadn't seen anyone just some old memories of people you didn't know.
You sighed as you entered another bubbly "Soooooooo Tavrooooooos." Oh my god no, Vriska serket of all people and she was picking on your moirail? Memory or not some ass is getting beat.
I laughed at Tavros her face was hilarious "Vriska can you just leave me alone uh,,,already im just trying to find (Name) we said we'd meet up like 3 days ago,,,," You scoffed "Pff! (Name)? I don't see why you would waste your time with a weakling like him....oh waaaaaaaaait! Of course you would spend time with him then." You laughed your ass off, you heard something "Uh Vri-" "Shush it Toreadork I hear something."
You looked around seeing nothing, the sound was gett
Girl that No one ever knows She’s the girl that no one ever knows
Shuffling feet and bustling bodies echoed through the halls as students made their ways from class to class. One of these young adults was (Name). A quiet girl honestly who kept to herself. She didn't stand out much against her peers, but she was glad about that. The slightest bit of attention would make her face grow hot and her head dizzy. All in all, she was the epitome of bashfulness.
And I say “Hi” but she’s too shy to say “Hello”
Now, don’t get it wrong. (Name) was pretty, she just didn’t flaunt it like other girls. Occasionally, guys would notice her. Sometimes, they’d even flirt. But (Name) would just flush and scuttle away.
One of these guys? Sollux Captor. A techie boy who appreciated details. And he studied his prey to every extent. Somehow along the way, he had noticed (Name).
He noticed the way her eyebrows and no
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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