A note from Lucy: Sooooooooo…I made apart two. Part three might be coming up? Who knows pfft. Again, pretty short due to the fact that I'ts all poetry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy
The Finer Things
Todoroki Shouto x (GN) Reader
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TWs: (0) N/A
Entrapped in your gaze I no longer choose violence. My breath has been stolen from me as your face twists into a smile. How gentle and angelic of you to love me. I am a monster. But to you I am a lover. I bear fists to others. But to you I just bear my heart.And I wish to do that forevermore.
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Gentle touches spur me forward. A feeling I wish to indulge in selfishly cradles my beating chest. I’m certain you can hear it. I’m frozen to the spot with you there. You see, you have a strange power over me, Love. A monopoly over my mind. I’m almost infatuated. I cannot stop thinking about you and your delicate face.
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Please be careful with me and I will be gentle with you, Love. It’s a fragile game we are playing. I promise to put you first and take time for you. Listen to your woes and console you. Let me breathe you in and savour your scent. I promise to look after you.
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Mornings are one of the sweetest creations of god. A silence I can listen to while you rest by me. Your breaths rise and fall; the drowsy kisses and hushed giggles prepare me for the day. Take time for me too. I vow to you that I will be here if you need me. Call my name in the most delicate of tongues and let me relish in that luxury. You are all I could want for the rest of my life. It is a true pleasure to know you.
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The moon may cast it’s silver shine and the sun it’s warm glow, but no light is greater than yours. I take great pride in calling you mine, love. You are wonderful. Words have a strange way of showing it justice. And yet they still fail. The reason being, you are too divine to be understood in that way. My mind is put to a halt when I take a moment with you. Pure serenity.
[ID: a digital drawing of percy jackson, annabeth chase, and grover underwood drawn as their tv cast counterparts. percy is in the center, brandishing riptide and looking upwards with a determined expression. a wave of water rushes around him and an open red backpack containing the master lightning bolt is strapped to his back. he has pale skin, curly blonde hair, and brown eyes, and is wearing a blue t-shirt and black shorts. annabeth is to his left, wielding her bronze dagger in one hand and putting on her yankees cap with the other. she has dark brown skin, brown eyes, and black hair styled in long braids. she’s wearing an orange camp half-blood t-shirt, jean shorts, and white sneakers with rainbow striped socks. she’s smiling and looking towards percy with a determined expression. grover is on the right, looking upwards, holding his pan flute up in one hand. he’s wearing a green and white tye-dye camp half-blood shirt and cargo shorts. he has brown skin, brown eyes, and curly dark brown hair. multicolored leaves fly around him. the light of riptide and the master bolt reflect on all three of them. End ID.]
It’s Pride Month which means I’m back on my mission to make sure these two are celebrating, like they deserve. Do me a favor and recommend your favorite DeanCas Pride fics in the comments/reblogs!
Warnings: mention of kidnapping, nightmares, sleeping problems, usage of sleeping pills, angst, and Bishop being caring and sweet
It’s been two weeks since you were kidnapped. 24 hours held hostage and it fucked up your whole life. They didn’t harm or hurt you in any kind of way. Whoever did this just wanted to prove a point to the Mayans. The not so funny detail about it is you’re not even dating one of them. You are the bartender, a friend, a girl that hangs out with them from time to time. Nothing more, nothing less.
You hadn’t slept the last two weeks. Everytime you close your eyes the memory would come back and haunt you in your sleep. You also tried to take some sleeping pills, but they only made it harder for you to wake up from your nightmare. At first you held little power naps around the day, but that only helped a little.
It was one of those nights again where you couldn’t find sleep so why not go for a walk you thought to yourself. You were wandering around the streets of Santo Padre until you were standing in front of the scrapyard.The light was on and only one bike was parked under the roof. Bishop was still there. Somehow your feet made their way into the clubhouse. You were standing in the entry as Bishop came out of Templo.
