"His eyes - oh, God, his eyes - were an entirely different story. Staring into his eyes was like staring into the summer sky just before the sunset came, before the yellow, pink, and purple clouds came to fog up your vision. They were the definition of a cloudless sky, a clear river seen running through a wide field of grass, that one, blue, sparkling diamond that stood out more than any other in a goldmine. Shining like the stars and as light as a feather, they tricked you into a strange sense of security, a state that one would be foolish to leave intentionally. Everything about his eyes was passionate, beautiful, and enticing, anything a man could ever ask for. I wanted more of his eyes, more of him." :D Thanks for checking this out! Awesome cover photo by someone who goes by the name Shuploc on Instagram - please feel free to check them out!

Everyday Credence Barebone stood on the crowded streets of New York. Everyday he handed out leaflets on the horrors of the witches, just as he was told to. And everyday he waited for the smile of the girl with the peculiar flowers. Credence did not know who she was, where she was going, or why, without fail, she met his gaze each morning with her soft brown eyes, and granted him a smile that made him feel much more than any beating from his "mother" ever could. Credence lived for that smile, and she lived to give it.

that one time the fuckboy falls for golden eyes and a southern drawl. in which erza newton definitely does not have a crush on weird jasper hale, he just likes his eyes, and his hair, and his southern accent. ( jasper hale x male!oc ) ( first in the cracked glass series - pre twilight ) ( --timeless © ) ( june 2018 )

sometimes, the world doesn't need another hero. sometimes, what it needs is a monster. [ #67 IN FANFICTION ] [ completed / editing ] BOOK 1 t. walking dead / daryl dixon seasons 1 - 2 DEWITTS © 2015

"He washed over her and consumed her, sweeping the floor from under her feet and she could not make sense of the feelings he sparked within her. It felt dangerous and he scared her but that didn't put her off like it should. She wanted more of the fear because of that feeling that came with it." (This is an ongoing story. Until I make an official announcement stating otherwise, assume another chapter is coming.) Also avid readers, if you link up the lines of my chapter covers, it gives a pretty good idea of this story and it's feel: "He was so close, it was intoxicating, hands moving over her. "You won't scream again." Silence fell around her. Body slammed against hers, nose pressed against her skin, arms viced around her waist. Stroking over his bottom lip; state of rapture. Grasp of his hip. He wasn't going to stop; flames of this hellish beast. Casey was broken, spellbound by him. Like shattered glass, her fate lay hidden, drowning in him. Lifting her into his arms, hands moving over her. He was begging her. God, she needed more... She wanted him unleashed."

Michelle always wanted a dog, ever since she was a little girl. Cats like her dear Fuzzy, however, were more practical in a city where rodents would look at you sideways, as if you were an inconvenience to them. So, what's she to do when she finds a big, sweet dog on the front steps of her apartment complex, an envelope containing a stack of cash and an apology pinned to his collar? Oh, you bet she's keeping that dog, Fuzzy's feelings be damned.

It was almost sinful how much I needed him. Jade Grimes has her sights set on her daddy's best friend.

The absolutely amazing cover art belongs to Artelementz on Instagram!! Due to my love of this ship (and also requested by a very lovely person), I have decided to create this wonderful oneshot book of my OTP ^v^ Some oneshots might just be shit posts or stuff like that, the first few chapters will be from my other book of short stories. Keep in mind that I have my own representations of the characters so they may not be as accurate to how you portray them.

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

"If nature has taught us anything it is that the impossible is probable." The course of Connor's life as an android changes when he meets Sergeant Lee Hart. He meets her at the same bar a day before he meets Hank. He goes to look for Hank that night only to find Lee. She offers him to sit next to her and share a drink with her to which Connor declines. Lee then makes a bet that if she flips a coin and it lands on tails, Connor stays and if it lands on heads, he can go. Connor agrees and with a flip of a coin, his entire fate changes as Lee enters his life. She along with Hank began to make him question his obedience to Cyberlife, but at what cost? The probability of an android falling in love with a human is highly unlikely....right? Disclaimer: Follows the games story loosely with added in parts and fillers. Time leading up to the Detroit Android rebellion is a bit skewered. This story deals with racism that both my black OC experiences along with androids. If that bothers you, don't read! :) (Cover is made by qlossxier ! Check her out! ♡)