Lysander and Castiel Fanfiction (one shot) by HaroThar, literature
Literature
Lysander and Castiel Fanfiction (one shot)
Lysander looked at Violet, then at Castiel.
Sigh… why is this so hard??
Lysander knew, knew! that he loved Violet. She was sweet, she was quiet, and she was an artist, like himself, only her medium was in paint and charcoal while his was in words and rhymes. And then there was Castiel, loud, obnoxious, perpetually cranky, and Lysander’s BEST FRIEND. There had to be some unspoken law against having feelings for your best friend. Especially when he had already expressed, very plainly, that he did not have feelings for you. Now, Lysander hadn’t said anything about this to Castiel, instead, Candy had asked if those two were d
Walking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader by Vladlover98, literature
Literature
Walking Disasters: 2p!England x Reader
You were sitting at the bar, downing your fifth drink that night. You didn't care anymore. Your boyfriend, Arthur, had broken up with you to be with another girl, your good friend, Spring.
You didn't know what to do from here.
You trembled slightly, the memories of that moment flooding back. You grabbed another drink and downed that one too, feeling the memory fade into the abyss. You smiled blissfully, not remembering a thing. You paid your tab with a small amount of difficulty and left the bar, falling to the ground on the sidewalk, not really being able to walk straight. You laughed slightly to yourself and got right back up.
You stumbl
He lays me down & spreads me out on his bed.
He tells me he wants to relieve my stress & help me rest my head.
He runs his fingers through my hair & he kisses my lips,
He takes away the tension by playing with me below my hips.
As my legs are up high in the air,
I feel like I have no worries or cares.
He plays me so hard I let out a slight yell,
& I wonder if something this good will put me in hell.
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his
You lifted your bag and head to the Third Music Room. You opened the door and you’re hugged by a small figure.
“(Name)!”
You glanced down and saw Honey in an elf costume.
“Hey Honey-senpai, are we dressing up as Elves?” You asked.
“Yep! It was Tama-chan’s idea since Christmas is a week away.” He replied.
“I see.” You said smiling.
You and Honey head into the room. “(Name) I thought you weren’t going to be here.” Haruhi stated.
“My parents decided to leave me home. So I will probably spend Christmas alone.” You replied.
“Oh that sucks.̶