It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:It's okay to be different2 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
they put you inside the box,
and then close the lid.
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.Mask20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)Oh Shit! (Levi x Reader)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Squad Leader (Y/N)! The meeting is going to start soon!"
Oh, right. There was another meeting. You detested meetings. And so did your boyfriend of two years, Levi.
You grumbled a small "thanks" to the cadet at your doorway, and put your paperwork aside.
Honestly, the relationship you had with Levi was a surprising one, especially because you had to keep it a secret. The military wasn't fond of relationships between its members, especially ones between squad leaders.
Their excuse was, "Blah blah distraction blah blah court cases blah blah death."
Anyone in a romantic relationship had to fill a shit ton (Levi's favorite unit of measurement) of paperwork, and the entire military would know. And if you guys broke up?
Every single person would know.
So it was in your's and Levi's best interest to keep quiet, and enjoy the times in broom closets and midnight strolls through the woods. At least now you knew why Levi had the cadets clean every
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues insteadfall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
Rumour Has It - [AU] Punk!Teen!Levi x Teen!ReaderRumour Has It - [AU] Punk!Teen!Levi x Teen!Reader2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Being here was going to ruin his reputation, he was sure of it.
Levi had always been the “thug” of the school, as it were. He might’ve been short, but he was damn strong and damn intimidating. No one really wanted to mess with him, which he greatly appreciated. The last thing he wanted was to be approached by a bunch of assholes he wanted nothing to do with.
But… the bad part about repelling so many people was that you were among them. You too were too frightened of him to want to talk to him – even when you needed to you’d simply walk up to him, see him notice you, then run away. It was disheartening, especially considering you were the one person he actually wanted to approach him.
Despite that, Levi was always distant from others, he never went to parties or did anything with anyone outside of school – it gave him that mysterious sort of aura that people were intimidated by.
But that just had to fucking change, didn’t it? He just had t
Dark SideThere's another side of meDark Side3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A side I barely show
It's my dark side
And my pride
The time I showed it to my friends
They were shocked, worried
I will tell you what they said
Decide for me
If these are what you call
One said 'just be happy'
One said 'that isn't true!'
One said ' but I've got it much worse'
One said 'don't be annoying'
One said nothing at all
Only One listened
That could be you
This is my dark side
The one that tells the truth
It makes me write
It keeps my dreams
It is everything I have
But no one knows
Punk!Levi x Pregnant!Reader - Confession - [AU]Punk!Levi x Pregnant!Reader - Confession - [AU]3 days ago in Romance More Like This
Punk!Levi x Pregnant!Reader [AU]
It was never supposed to go this far. Never did you imagine you'd be in this position. Anxiety rippled through your body at the news, not exactly sure how to cope with the situation at hand. Your doctor had given you the news straight forward, you were without a doubt six weeks pregnant. You figured the fatigue, sensitivity, and vomiting were the results of a virus, but oh how wrong you were. Tears threatened to fall, but you used every ounce of strength to not break now, not here at least. The doctor began to ramble on about taking care of yourself, checkups, and everything else that comes with carrying a child. You nodded at everything he said, acting like you understood the situation. But you didn't. You were fucking scared. What terrified you the most though, was breaking the news to your boyfriend, the father of your child, Levi.
You had met Levi when you got your first tattoo at the tender age of eighteen. J
Because Writing Keeps Me Human Just because it is burning my mind, and it holds a grenade that blasts everything I have into remnants of his musky scent; because I feel like I'm gagging, except that I'm coughing poems and vomiting metaphors; because words can be a crumpled piece of paper drowned in tears, and every poem written can be blended into fiction; and because my limbs feel like they had been devoured by the lava in the words and the music notes I play sink deep between the piano keys, and apparently banging the keys does not help silencing the empty screams at night.Because Writing Keeps Me Human2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Because the clock seems to slow down whenever I am planting your name in ink and paper; and because nobody ever listens to me the way poetry do; because poetry sees the "warning: fragile, handle with care" sign on me and knows that I break easily; because I can sculpt him into dreams and heavens and he will never know he exists in poems
ImbriferI drank the oceanImbrifer2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of letters you sent me
Only to create a tsunami
I cannot control.
Hungary x Child!Reader - Frying PanHungary x Child!Reader - Frying Pan3 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh dear! Are you all alone. little girl?" a woman with wavy brown hair asked.
"Yes, ma'am." you replied.
"Where are your parents?"
"My dad's busy, ma'am. My big brother said that he'll come and pick me up at 2:30."
The woman checked her watch before saying, "But it's 3:25."
You looked down, "That bastard."
"Would you like me to take you to your home?"
"Well, I brought a new frying pan," the woman said as she took the frying pan from the paper bag that she was holding, "I can hit him if want."
You smiled, "Uh-huh!"
"I'm Elizabeta Hédervary. Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Elizabeta! I'm [Y/N] Kirkland~!"
"[Y/N] Kirkland, huh? Arthur's daughter?"
"No, Oliver's daughter!"
"Ah! Then, I'll wait here with you, okay?"
~~~Timeskip to 4:10~~~
Allen ran towards your school and didn't find you at the gate. But instead, he got hit by Elizabeta with her frying pan.
Allen feel down, unconscious while you took Elizabeta's hand and walked away.
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."Raspy Hill17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
No Wings on Daddy The two little girls giggled, wiggling and squirming till they were both sitting and in place. Bright blond curls and almost pink-red, wavy hair fell into almost identical faces as they looked at each other, grins on round baby faces.No Wings on Daddy 3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sisters sat side by side, the grey-blue cotton material bunching around their legging-covered legs. They had to clutch the collar of Daddy's shirt and lean back against his neck so that they didn't tumble down yet. Still gleefully grinning, Melody looked over at her sister when she heard her start to count. Suddenly getting an idea, she reached out and grabbed May's hand.
"Let's go!" Melody squealed and leaned forward.
She didn't hear her sister squeak in protest at getting pulled, but moments later, both of the little girls were laughing as they began their slide down. Melody had been the one to suggest trying to fly up onto Daddy's back, and had started their new game when she hadn't landed like she wanted to; her small wings had g
Steve x Reader Missing YouSteve x Reader Missing You18 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was no sugar-coating it; Steve was miserable.
(Name) had been assigned on a mission hundreds of miles away from DC, and SHIELD wasn’t sure when she’d be back.
It was a dangerous mission, sure. But it’s not like he was overtly concerned for her well-being. She was a level seven Agent. She could handle herself.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly lonely, sitting by himself on the couch and watching The Andy Griffith Show reruns on TV. It was always more fun when (Name) was with him, attempting to explain some of the odd, outdated technology he’d missed out on while he was frozen during the 50s. They also enjoyed laughing at/mimicking the Southern drawl every character had. But since she wasn’t here, there wasn’t a point.
By his feet, (Name)’s German shepherd Finn snored, snoozing happily next to his master’s husband. Steve sighed, breaking away from the TV to reach down and pet the adventurous dog, who made a cont
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Levi X Reader Zombie AU! Ring Around the RosieLevi X Reader Zombie AU! Ring Around the Rosie2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Pshhhh!This is what I was listening to on repeat while I wrote this! It's beautiful!!)
Ring around the rosie
Life never lasts long. It's just the way things are. But when the plague came and whipped across the planet, life became shorter. It became a gift, a present given to you by the deity that was watching you. But by no means does that mean the deity will stay. The luck they give you is now limited.
Those who die shock awake, becoming nothing less of a monster. Biting into loved ones, strangers, children and their mothers, sons protected by fathers. They weren't picky.
Survivors of this disease flock from city to city in an endless chase of cat and mouse, having no clear purpose in life other than to serve as food for the creatures that roam free. Everything changes; smell being a big one. From smoke and sweat and the occasional lavender or other flowery scent to raw flesh, the sting of iron that pierces your nostrils, and pure garbage. Not pleasant, but to be expecte
Mailman!Levi x Reader (drabble)Mailman!Levi x Reader (drabble)1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been getting these cute little love letters," She told her friend Hange taking yet another gentle sip from her Styrofoam coffee cup. With an exasperated sigh, she brought her hands out in front of her and cracked knuckles.
"From who? and you should stop that. You're going to get arthritis."
"I'm not sure...and okay, MOM"
"Maybe you should keep watch and see if anyone drops something in your mailbox then!"
"Okay...that doesn't sound too difficult...I hope he isn't some weirdo..."
Outside the home of (Name) (Last Name) stood a rather short man with beautiful raven hair styled in a fashionable undercut. His kin was unusually pale and seemed to glow in the dim light of the early morning. He was the same man that came to her home every Wednesday t
2P!Prussia x Child!Reader - Sword2P!Prussia x Child!Reader - Sword2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mr.Gilen! Mr.Gilen!" you said as you ran towards him while carrying his sword.
"What is it?" Gilen turned to you.
"Can you teach me how to use a sword?!"
"Follow me then." Gilen said as he walks outside the house as you follow him from behind.
Gilen pointed at a random woman who was walking across the street, "I want you to swing the sword on that woman."
You gasped, "You want me to cut her into half?!"
"Ja. Then stab the man that's walking with her. Make sure it's deep."
You nodded and ran towards the two. You first sliced both legs then slice the woman into half. Right after that, you stabbed the man on his head.
"You did a great job but I didn't tell you to slice off their legs." Gilen said as he walked towards you.
Gilen ruffed your hair, "That's okay. Now, let's go back to the house or your uncle is gonna kill me."
You smiled then nodded.
Useless effortI try to change the worldUseless effort3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I can't even change
My own life
And so I'm sentenced
Clint x Reader TeethingClint x Reader Teething2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Midnight was quite possibly the absolute worst time for anyone to be awake. Especially if you’re a SHIELD agent whose wife left you to go on a month-long mission. And the icing on the cake?
Your 4-month-old son is teething.
Clint groaned at the sound of the baby’s cries on the baby monitor. And while he wanted to just turn it off, he had a feeling (Name) would beat him for it. So instead he dragged himself out of bed and shuffled across the hall to the baby room, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
“Hey, buddy...what’s the matter?” He asked, yawning. He could practically feel the bags growing under his eyes. “C’mon, Mattie. This is the third week in a row. Tell your teeth to come in, already.” Clint muttered, lifting the little boy out of his crib and into strong arms.
Matthew only cried, grabbing tiny fistfuls of Clint’s shirt and sobbed into his chest. He couldn’t help but feel bad for his son. The boy was in pain, after all. No pa