Style | Model!Jean x Model!Reader [Modern!AU] by Misaki-Botchan, literature
Literature
Style | Model!Jean x Model!Reader [Modern!AU]
Listen as you read
I should just tell you to leave 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round each time
Light rays of gold filtered through the sheer, white curtains, blanketing his olive skin in warmth and yet sending a burning prickling as his lids squinted open. A knowing sigh escaped his chapped lips, as he ran a hand through his ash brown locks, his forearm shielding his eyes from the burning sun. Becoming accustomed to the morning light, his shadowed hues averted to the slumbering form beside him, her smooth shoulders peaking out from the cool, navy sheets.
Rubbing circles against his crusted eye
Bookworm | Kuroo x Shy!Reader by Misaki-Botchan, literature
Literature
Bookworm | Kuroo x Shy!Reader
Kuroo yawned as he walked down the halls of Nekoma. His days were ways the same, boring classes and volleyball practice after school. Although practice wasn't bad since he loved volleyball and he was the captain after all.
But on this particular day he had seen someone that unexpectedly intrigued him.
It was a girl. She had beautiful, bright (e/c) surrounded by thick rimmed (f/c) glasses and her attention was completely on the book in her grasp. As she walked passed him she didn't even glance at the ebony haired male.
But her expressions changed from one emotion to the next as he watched her as she passed. He couldn't help but smirk as her
If you haven't seen them,
I think you're lying to yourself,
I see them all the time,
They consume everyone,
I think that the shadows,
Are alive and well you know,
I'm just a little girl,
But I have seen a lot,
Take your pills Fran,
Take your pills Fran,
Take your pills Fran,
Everything will be nice,
Take your pills Fran,
Take your pills Fran,
Take your pills Fran,
Everything will be ok,
The shadow people take,
All the little children's soul,
Maybe I should escape,
From this little hellhole,
I ran as fast as I could,
And saw some crazy things,
And everything just went wrong,
At this hour of midnight,
Take your pills Fran,
Take your pills
Leslie Withers x Reader You Are Never All Alone by Sallade, literature
Literature
Leslie Withers x Reader You Are Never All Alone
Song that inspired me to do this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Hf-1rtYPjjE
"Augh when is this god forsaken lecture going to end?" you groan under your breath as your professor goes on and on about the human brain. A sigh escapes from your lips as you lazily pucker your lips and balance a pencil/pen on top of your puckered lips."The capacity to "read" another person's emotional status, predict what they will do next or recognize what they think that you are thinking represent among the most important talents of the human brain. In a society where human interaction often determines success such abilities are highly v
Dessert (EjxReader) by Food-haunts-people18, literature
Literature
Dessert (EjxReader)
Chapter 1
You groaned as your bindings didn’t come loose like you’d hoped. You were dangling from your bounded wrist in a dark cellar, and despite how cold it was, you were sweating from efforts of trying to get free. You rubbed the side of your head on your extended arms, trying to rub off the blind fold you were forced into or maybe the gag that you’ve tried nonstop to gnaw through, but both were too tight and secure. The gag muffled your curse toward it, like it didn’t want to hear your mouth. You’d been like this for hours; you could just feel the skin of your wrists and ankles blushing with abuse. You paus
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore --
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door --
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radia