Is there a gaping wound in your side or are you just happy to see me?
Are you a thief? Because you've stolen my heart. Now get in the trunk.
The voices like your skin.
If you were a drug, I'd crush you and put you in that girl's drink.
If I bit my lip, would you kiss it better? [when she does, rip her face off with teeth]
I think my medication is wearing off.
Do you believe in love at first sight or shouldn't I have ripped your eyes out?
Do you like consensual sex? Neither do I.
Are you from Tennessee? Because that's the only state I'm not wanted in.
Baby, you must be a broom because I'm going to snap your head off and clean the floor with it.
Want to get some air? Oh wait, I ate your lungs.
Do you have a map? Because I got lost in your eyes. [If this doesn't work, hit her in the head with a brick]
Can you give me directions...to your heart? And kidneys?
Is it hot in here or is it just the fire I've li
“Sorry, but you owe me a drink.” He slurred.
You sighed, “And why is that?”
“Cuz when I looked at you, I dropped mine,” he took another swig from his bottle.
“Al Jones, let go of the bottle. You’re drunk.”
Al gave you a sloppy, lopsided, but still hot smile, “I’m not drunk!” He swung his arm around your shoulder and buried his face into your neck, “I’m just intoxicated by you…”
You smiled and gave him a small kiss on the forehead, “Thanks, hon.”
“You know,” Al said as you dragged him out of the car, “if you were a stop light, I’d turn red every time you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.”
“I’m sure you would,” you said getting out the door.
“BABY, YOU MUST BE A LIGHT SWITCH, CUZ EVE
As you were turning down the hallway, you bumped into a tall figure, and dropped all your loose papers onto the floor.
" Did I just bump into you? Or did you bump into me?"
You looked up to see the personification of France grinning down at you. You rolled your eyes, "I'm not in the mood for this, France." You kneeled down and began collecting your papers, ignoring the hovering French in front of you.
"How do you feel about love at first sight? Or do I need to walk past you again?" He asked, examining the rose in his hand that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. A light blush covered your face, but you hid it by keeping your head down, not responding. Yet he continued.
"Huh, looks like I'm feeling a little 'off' today; wo
It's Game Time in my pants!
Can I insert my deck into your duel disk slot?
You can summon my dragon, baby.
Are you a tuner monster? Because you're powering up my Syncro.
Baby, I'll treat you like my trading cards. I'll spend all my money on you and play with you for hours.
Let's do it like a card game: on a table and surrounded by a lot of people.
I put the lust in Black Luster Solider.
Hey sweetie, they call me "White Lightning." Care to find out why?
Let's pretend to be the millennium items. I'll be the rod.
Are you the millennium puzzle? Because I believe you're my destiny.
You know my soul room has a bed
Have we met before? Because I'm sure you were my soul mate in my past life.
You must be a magic card, because I'm under your spell.
Kiss me, I play card games!
Screw the rules, I can screw you!
My alter ego thinks you're sexy
Shadow games are quite boring how about playing with the lights on?
MIND CRUSH! Now that you
It was a problem he had never dealt with before in all his twenty years. Every time said problem arose, his chest began to squeeze like it was going to burst his heart apart and his mouth refused to speak the correct words.
The problem was (name).
It wasn't as if N disliked the girl. No, it was quite the opposite; he had grown fond of her over the past couple of years. It was just that there were times when N found himself unable to function properly whenever (name) was within ten feet of him and he had absolutely no idea why. Yes, the whole shenanigans with the legendary dragons, Team Plasma and his "father" Ghetsis had ended a long time ago, but the Trainer was still not entirely comfortable with humans.
Touko and Touya, the twins who had once opposed N and Team Plasma but in the end turned out to be his two greatest friends, had introduced him to (name) right after the last of the Sages had been found and put i
Allen handed you a note card after you told him about your problems. Your issues are with confessing to your crush, Kuro Honda. He was a short japanese man with black hair and piercing red eyes that drew you in since the day you first met him. You'd met at the office where you worked and you ran into him, dropping the papers you were carrying. Since that day, you started developing a crush on he man.
You and Allen have been friends since high school, and he was one of the most flirtatious people you have ever met.
"Doll," he said when you confronted him. "You have to flirt with him more... Say sexy things-"
You cut him off with a wave of your hand, "No, no. I'm not doing that."
Allen clicked his tongue, "Well you need to try something. Here, I might have a notecard-" he stood up and opened a drawer in his kitchen, digging through them and pulling out a notecard. He
“Vhere zhe fick are you, frau?” Germany was stumbling all over his and (Name)’s house, looking in every room except the one where it should be obvious where she was. Their bedroom.
When Germany finally found his girlfriend, he saw her lying on her back, (E/C) eyes closed. He tried his best to quietly walk up and lie down next to her but the wood floor boards creaked under his weight. And that made (Name) wake up.
“Hi Luddy. What’s up?” (Name) said, rubbing her eyes in the cutest fashion possible.
“(Name)…~” Germany said sweetly, sitting next to her on their bed. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then mumbled, “Tell your legs to make like a road in a horror movie and SPLIT!
“Excuse me,” a voice said in front of you.
Startled, you looked up. Standing before you was Alfred F. Jones. He was probably one of the loudest boys you had ever met. He was incredibly popular; a self-proclaimed hero who always wore a grin and looked like he had stepped out of a modeling magazine.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Did what hurt?” you asked, mildly irritated.
He gave a cheesy grin and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, you know, when you fell from heaven,” he smiled.
You blinked. He grinned. You blinked again. He was an idiot