Two Truths and a Lie: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderTwo Truths and a Lie: Tadashi Hamada x Reader in Drama More Like This
I'm warning you now, you might want a tissue box near by.
“Hey, is anyone sitting here?” you ask the cute Asian boy, indicating to the empty seat at the lab table.
He looks up at you and smiles politely, “No, it’s all yours.”
You find yourself smiling back, “Thanks,” you say as you set your backpack on the ground and take a seat.
The professor soon walks into the room and promptly begins class. “Alright, everyone, welcome to the lab portion of Biology 240. You may want to start getting to know the person sitting next to you, as they are going to be your lab partner for the rest on the semester. Instructions for the first lab are on the table, you may begin.”
“He’s not one for introductions, is he?” you say in a slightly joking manner.
The boy laughs, “I guess not. I’m Tadashi, by the way,” he tells you offering his hand.
You take it and shake in greeting, “(Na
Storms: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderStorms: Tadashi Hamada x Reader in Romance More Like This
It was kind of raining on and off here, so I got the idea for this. Enjoy!
You once again let out an involuntary yelp as another loud clap of thunder shakes your window after the flash of light appears.
“Are you sure, you’re okay?” you hear Tadashi’s voice coming from your cell phone, which is pressed tightly to your ear.
Letting out a shaky breath, you have to take a moment to calm yourself down before you can respond. “Yeah… I’m fine.”
You can practically see him frown. “No, you’re not,” he responds, detecting the hitch in your voice that gives away how scared you really are.
You can hear how worried he is about you by the tone of his voice. It creates a pang in your chest to know that you’re causing him trouble. “Don’t worry so much, Tadashi. I’m okay, honestly,” you tell him, your voice a little stronger this time. You’re currently
Boxers: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderBoxers: Tadashi Hamada x Reader in Humor More Like This
“Tadashi! Are you almost ready?! We’re going to be late, if you don’t hurry up!” you call out as you hurry up the stairs to his room.
“(Name)?!” he calls back. “Wait! Don’t come up here!”
But it’s too late. You’ve already bounded passed Hiro’s side of the room and over to Tadashi’s side. You stop and take him in. He’s only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. You can’t help but grin in amusement. Crossing your arms, you lean against the corner of the wall, “Pokémon boxers, huh?” The blue fabric was decorated with Pikachu, Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander.
He cheeks flush as he scrambles to grab his pants and put them on. “Don’t laugh,” he says in a stern tone.
“Too late,” you respond, already starting to giggle. “Oh my gosh, you’re the biggest nerd that I know!” your g
Animation 2: Tadashi x ReaderAnimation 2: Tadashi x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Part one: http://katgirl28.deviantart.com/art/Animation-Tadashi-x-Reader-514479970
Tadashi slams the book that he had been reading closed and tosses it onto the bed beside him. With a sigh, he sits up straighter and turns to place his feet on the floor. He lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he stares blankly at the wall, lost in thought. Unknowingly, his leg begins to bounce up and down.
"You're doing it again," Hiro states in an annoyed tone from across the room.
Tadashi turns his head to focus on his little brother, "Doing what?"
Tadashi frowns. "I'm not sulking."
Hiro doesn't even bother to look up from his computer. "You totally are."
Tadashi scoffs, "I am not. I don't even have a reason to be sulking."
"Yeah, you do. You're depressed that (Name) hasn't been in the café since last week."
This time Tadashi rolls his eyes, "I'm not depressed," he replies.
Hiro finally looks over his shoulder
Late Night Studies: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderLate Night Studies: Tadashi Hamada x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Late Night Studies:
Contains light spoilers from Big Hero 6
You groan in frustration when you realize that, once again, you have read an entire page in your text book without processing any of the information. You rub your tired eyes as they strain from having to focus on so many tiny words. You look up at the clock in your bedroom; it tells you it’s just a little passed 9:00 in the evening.
You look back down at the papers scattered around your desk, and just want to bang your head on the table. There is no way you are going to be able to figure out how this computer chip works without a little help. You grab your phone from off to the side of your desk and hesitate a moment. You decide to send a text out first, before you call.
Are you still awake?
It doesn’t take long for you to get a response.
Yeah, what’s up?
You let out a small breath of relief and dial his number. It rings once, before he answers.
Animation: Tadashi x ReaderAnimation: Tadashi x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
You watch the recorded video on your cell phone for the hundredth time, for some reason hoping for a better outcome. However, just like before, the jerk that had been standing in front of you at the time that you filmed this, steps in front of your camera, and completely blocks off what you had been filming. With an irritated huff, you press the button to turn off the screen of your phone and toss it onto the table. You pull out your ear buds as well; the soft buzzing that fills the café now entering your ears. You sigh tiredly and rub your forehead.
You pick up your drawing notebook and flip through the first several pages. Going through it fast enough, you can see the animation piece come to life. However, it doesn’t last very long, before the pages become blank. You only have about a quarter of the notebook filled and you only have two more weeks to fill the rest of it. Unfortunately for you, the only reference you have for
Memory File: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderMemory File: Tadashi Hamada x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Contains spoilers from Big Hero 6! This takes place after the events of the movie.
“Come in!” You announce when you hear a knock on your lab room door. Looking up from your circuit board you were currently soldering on, you watch as a young raven haired boy pops his head in. You smile in greeting before placing your soldering pen on its stand. “Hey, Hiro! What’s up?” You had developed a sisterly fondness for the younger Hamada brother, taking up the responsibility with your other friends to watch out for him, as Tadashi would have wanted you to.
Hiro, though seeming to be in relatively good spirits seems hesitant to come into your lab. “Hey (Name).”
Picking up on this strange behavior, you take off your safety glasses and step away from your work bench. “What’s wrong?” you ask, getting concerned, as you walk toward him.
He glances away from you and scratches t
Tadashi is Here: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderTadashi is Here: Tadashi Hamada x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Tadashi is Here:
Contains spoilers from Big Hero 6.
Takes place after the events of the movie.
“Hey, Aunt Cass!” You greet, upon entering the Lucky Cat Café.
“(Name)! It’s good to see you!” she comes over and pulls you into a hug. “What can I help you with?”
“Well, I have a big research paper I’ve kind of been procrastinating on and the internet here is faster than at my apartment. Hiro said I could use his computer.”
“Alright, go on up!” she smiles encouragingly at you and waves you toward the back.
“Thanks!” you respond before going up the stairs and to Hiro’s room.
You go to swing your backpack off your shoulders to toss it on the ground not knowing a strand of hair was caught on the zipper. The hair gets ripped out, causing a sharp burst of pain. “Ouch!” you rub the spot to try to ease some of the pain.
A soft beeping fills the room follow
Christmas Eve: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderChristmas Eve: Tadashi Hamada x Reader in Humor More Like This
Warning: There's a bit more fluff in this than usual, but nothing too graphic.
Contains light spoilers from Big Hero 6
You step up to the front door of the Hamada residence and knock. Not much later, the door opens to reveal the youngest boy in the house.
“Morning, Hiro!” you greet with a smile.
“(Name)! Aunt Cass didn’t tell me you were coming, today!” He smiles back in shock and opens the door a little wider.
You step through with a laugh. “Well, it was supposed to be a surprise for your brother, and we didn’t want you blabbing off to him.”
“Hey, I don’t blab!” he protests.
“Yes you do! You suck at keeping secrets,” you say, taking off your coat and your shoes.
“I’m great at keeping secrets! I didn’t tell you about how Tadashi’s planning on asking you to go on a trip with him for New Year’s Eve!”
You raise an eye br
Wedding Bells: Tadashi Hamada x ReaderWedding Bells: Tadashi Hamada x Reader in Romance More Like This
You pace the floor of the small room, the only sound being the clicks of your heels on the hardwood floor and the soft swooshing of the fabric of your white dress. You step in front of the mirror once again to check your appearance. Just like the other 63 times you’ve checked in the past hour, you look absolutely perfect. Your makeup and hair have been artistically done to enhance your already natural beauty. The beautiful wedding dress hugs to your curves in ways that you know will drive your soon to be husband absolutely insane, while still maintaining the elegance of a beautiful bride.
The white diamond sparkles brightly on your finger, but is otherwise the only piece of jewelry you have opted to wear. You couldn’t wait to be able to add the second ring that was meant to mold perfectly next to the one you already wore.
You look up, startled when you hear the door burst open before it slams shut. “Hiro?”
winter always reminds me of you.It never snowed last December, but it was always there on the horizon. Like a bad dream on the periphery of my vision, a relentless reminder that I don't ever have control over things the way I think I do. The way I want to. Recently, I realized that I feel everything a bit too sharply. The cold. The pain. The nothingness.winter always reminds me of you. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's heart wrenching. It's stomach twisting.
The minute you were gone, the air in my lungs left too. It's amazing how long you can live without breathing. It's much longer than anyone tends to claim. Truthfully, it's not even the thing I miss anymore. I only miss you. I miss the feelings. I miss anything that isn't the slow crack and settle of this old building. Or the familiar beating of my heart. The sun rising and falling from the sky each and every day.
I don't remember what it's like to not wake up to a pattern, but I do remember that it was so much better than this.
I used to never know what to expect. Now I have no expectations at all. It didn't take me long t
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating. in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
I hope it's worth it when I'm gone.I can't even pretend things are simple anymore.I hope it's worth it when I'm gone. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's raining again, and with every crash of thunder, I miss you more than I can bear. I know it's not worth saying, because really nothing much is anymore, but it doesn't make it any less true.
It's eleven ten on a Friday night, and I'm sitting in the middle of the grass, watching the downpour spill off the roof. My t-shirt is clinging to my ribcage, and my hair is sticking to my face. I can feel the water running down the ridges of my spine, the backs of my hands, clumping in my eyelashes, but still, I don't move. Sometimes, when I can't stand what the world is doing anymore, I allow myself a thunderstorm to wash everything away.
It's the meteorological equivalent to a clean break. Faster to heal -- or at least, that's what they say.
The lightning is tearing across the sky, cutting through the darkness like a crack in the atmospheric layers. I'm staring at this like I half expect all the air to disappear around me while the world disinte
i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up.It's been a long time since I felt like this.i'm telling myself not to get my hopes up. in Free Verse More Like This
It's all small kicks of my heartbeat
and subtle smiles when no one's looking.
I'm checking my phone messages
more times than any girl should,
but you're not letting me down.
You remind me of a time when things were easy
before I memorized what sadness felt like
and stopped feeling alive.
And for the first time, I don't feel broken
in a way that can't be fixed.
I don't feel like I was built in a way
that doesn't fit.
we're all made of stories.We're all either made of cells or stories, but in your case, it's both. You're somehow bigger than what one body can contain. And I know that all of this all these words and breaths and spaces aren't enough to explain you. You're better than any fiction will ever be.we're all made of stories. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember sitting in the passenger seat of your car, watching the familiar city streets flick by, fast like a picture book. It felt like there was something I was missing between the pages and second story houses, but I couldn't place it. I had my arms wrapped tight around my middle, holding my insides in since I was afraid with every passing moment I would let their contents spill. You wouldn't look at me, but you kept talking. For the first time ever, I wished you would stop. You were telling me that you could never love me and I was completely aware that I had already foolishly followed you in too deep and now you were letting me know that you had been drowning for years. You were promising to take me und
this isn't progress, because you're irreversible.You were never meant for me.this isn't progress, because you're irreversible. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I knew it in the most obvious manner. It was in the way you had a subtle sort of comfort in your own skin a quiet and humble confidence while I struggled to make sense of the prints on my fingertips and the way one of my eyes crinkled in the corner more than the other when I smiled. You felt safe with yourself while I was always warring with my own reflection. Half the time, I didn't know who I was. A quarter of the time, I still don't. You would call this progress if you were here to see, but I just call it sad.
When you miss something for long enough, you start to forget the exact way that things happened. Or the exact way they happened to fall apart. For instance, I don't remember the first time you didn't call, but I do remember when you told me you loved me but not enough. It's never enough, is it? The point is you were gone before I could even say goodbye. You were gone before you were ever really here, but somehow I let myself bu
living in your liesdear girlliving in your lies in General Fiction More Like This
its like you dont even know you anymore. and when people talk about you, its almost as if you have no idea who theyre speaking about or whether any of what they say is true. its to the point where you started avoiding mirrors or catching your own eye in the reflection of windows, because you dont even recognize yourself anymore. maybe your hairs a mess and your clothes dont match, but at least you can keep pretending that youre not uncomfortable in your own skin. youve become a stranger and it scares you since youve always been most afraid of the things you dont know.
and you dont know you.
i know youre tired. youre tired of being afraid and youre tired of being alone and youre just tired of being. its two thirty seven in the morning and youre wondering if insomnia has a flavor or if everything really tastes this kind of bitter. you hate
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.Dear Poetry, in Letters More Like This
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
I am girl.Other boys tell meI am girl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’d look best
& they know
I am girl-
from the curve of my hips,
to this jutting collarbone,
lonely of love bites
But, your hands shape
falsities out of my limbs
with a tongue speaking of me
Why do I allow your body
to find rest against these bones
when you don’t even recognize
the taste of my moon skin
between your teeth?
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
It is 9 in the afternoon& I have forgottenIt is 9 in the afternoon in Free Verse More Like This
how to write in poetics-
tongue kissed & gaping like
a siren missing from her sea.
I have been coughing up black
for days. Unable to clean the taste
from my mouth, these broken
typewriter keys sewn into my
fingertips scream something fierce.
They ache with longing
to tell of a story
that left them
for a better high
a story that never deserved
to make a home under the skin,
to crawl breech through an
-& out through the wrists
of young girls much too ripe
to fall from their beds.
I am so damn tired
of looking over railings
& wondering what
it would feel like
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet, in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
Heated. [Tadashi Hamada.]Heated. [Tadashi Hamada.] in Short Stories More Like This
His hands were quite large in comparison to your hipbones. Chuckling lightly at that fact, your chest fell and rose quickly, which only made him think that he needed to work a bit faster. He was lucky enough to have two hours alone with you, without his little brother hovering over him and screeching “EW” when Tadashi sneaked a kiss in. You both loved Hiro, but despite how intelligent that young boy was, he was still an adolescent and didn’t quite understand the pleasure of actually having someone to hold, as well as kiss. And Tadashi knew, with his hands on your hips and his nails digging into your soft skin, that he could only go so far with you. Pressure was something that he didn’t want to bring into the relationship, and he knew you didn’t want to feel the obligation to do something with him because of all the love he gave you.
There were moments though, like the one playing out in front of his dark amber eyes right now, where he felt the urge to fina
Insecurities. [Tadashi Hamada.]Insecurities. [Tadashi Hamada.] in Short Stories More Like This
Contains light spoilers for the movie Big Hero 6. Don't like, Don't read. Thank you.
Tadashi, in your years of getting to know him, rarely had his hat backwards. The bill always faced forward, and it was only when he was truly stressed did he have it on backwards. So when your feet brought your body to his house on a rainy afternoon, you were surprised to walk into the room that he shared with his younger brother, only to see Tadashi, sitting in his brother’s chair, his hat backwards. You blinked, unsure that it was what you actually saw, and as you sat your book bag down, you walked towards him and lightly touched his shoulder. Physical activity was rare with you, and when you did touch him, it was in small amounts. But, today, something seemed to have been bothering him so you let your affection roll out.
He flinched seemingly at your touch, but settled back down when he figured it was you. A calloused hand, which worked well with robotics, touched the hand that you ha
Deprived.[Tadashi Hamada.]Deprived.[Tadashi Hamada.] in Short Stories More Like This
You watched him work, his eyes drooping and sliding shut every once and while as he kicked into the extra energy he had stored, which in itself, wasn’t a whole lot. He’d been doing this to himself for a couple of weeks now, and you decided it was time for you to go spend time with him at his lab because he wasn’t making it home and it was getting you worried. He told you that he was sleeping in the lab, and you didn’t doubt that. You noticed when you first walked in, that there was indeed a mattress sitting snug in the corner, along with a couple of pillows and blankets. Despite the comfy looking conditions, he looked like a bus had ran over him a thousand times. Sitting up in your chair, you grabbed your wallet and said to him gently, “I’m going to get a tea, want me to get you o—-”
“Can you get me a coffee?” He muttered, picking up a tiny screw before setting it down where it needed to go. Humming gently, you stood beh
Burn Me. [Tadashi Hamada.]Burn Me. [Tadashi Hamada.] in Short Stories More Like This
So this story will include: Spoilers from the movie "Big Hero 6" Don't like, Don't READ. Thank youuuu.
“Tadashi!!!” Your voice seemed to echo through the long void of light in front of you, and your hands helplessly flailed in front of you, searching for that warm hand that you remember so well, yet, now as you thought about it, your mind drew a blank. Your eyes were shut now, the tingly feeling of tears streaking across your face was the only thing you wanted to feel. Your knee was bleeding, as a result of falling to the ground in a hopeless attempt to stop him before he treasured ahead like a true hero. ‘Please don’t leave me…’ You wanted to say before he couldn't hear you, but alas, your voice gave out before anything could become a coherent sentence.
The inevitable always happens, you used to say, there was a fixed point for everything in the universe. You just wished, as your eyes poured more and more tears and as your fingers clut
true lieshis eyes looked at me with disdain. i thought that once i had broken through his barriers his eyes would smile and his laughter would ring through every fibre of my body and that his cheeks would glow. instead all i felt was a greater coldness. except now it wasn't just a general feeling- it was directed very pointedly at me.true lies in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"you're not who i thought you were," he growled through clenched teeth. his words left me feeling that he wanted to say something angrier, something more malicious but he held back. even when his defences were down he was still calculated.
do you think that maybe you never knew me? that you built up an ideal image of someone unattainable yet appropriate for you? i pleaded with my eyes. but it was no use. he wouldn't even look at me. he knew, he finally knew, that he had built me up to that ideal because he felt it would be everything he deserved. now he saw, or rather didn't want to see, that he really didn't deserve it at all. ideal or not- he didn
a welcome truthit always felt like the last timea welcome truth in Free Verse More Like This
so the one time it didn't
i knew it was
emalineshe was a quite sort of girl, he had observed. the kind of girl you wanted to say you knew because it meant you held a piece of the puzzle others could only wonder about. in knowing what was hidden to others, you became special. she was the sort of girl who ripped her favourite pages from books and tucked them carefully into her palm, then snugly into the worn pockets of her grandfathers cardigans, which she said were the only ones that fell just right on her small frame. she collected words in her perfect pout keeping secrets and promises and words that just roll of the tongue, but never rolled off hers just right- so she kept them hidden inside where she was perfect. her eyes spoke a million words a minute that he often found himself tripping over them if he looked too deeply; but just like looking into a flame he was completely consumed, he knew it- she didn't.emaline in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was an oblivious sort of girl, he had observed. but she was his sort-of girl.
patternswe are between waking moments and drifting daydreamspatterns in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
your tender touch felt in my bones, i wish i could bottle up
with all the other spine tingling moments that pass
with the rise and fall of your chest
misty mornings are the bookends of our love
flittering eyelids keep away the thoughts
i run from in our shared dreams- creaking
realities heard as quite comforts
lies we told ourselves,
lies i believed,
lies i loved.
a meaningful poem about nothing.this is a poem about how fixing peoplea meaningful poem about nothing. in Free Verse More Like This
is not romantic.
we’re not meant to be somebody’s answer,
we’re not meant to make someone feel alive again.
this is a poem about why you shouldn’t kiss him
because he’s broken
because you want to save him.
save yourself first.
kiss him because he holds a place in your heart, not
because he's the only thing making it pump.
kiss him because he’s in your life, not because
he is your life.
hold him, but don’t hold onto him because you believe
(get to dry land first.)
this is a poem about how i find poetry in everything.
breakups. my dad telling me i mattered.
nightmares. my neighbor’s insomnia.
how it drove him crazy.
how he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to fix it.
my neighbor’s funeral.
this is a poem about the split-apart theory.
the idea was that when humanity became arrogant
toward the gods, we were split in two
and were doomed to spend our live
adults.i.adults. in Philosophical More Like This
The media doesn’t support a positive body image
because it’s not good for business.
They want us anxious and afraid
of seeing the numbers on a scale go up.
We’re not worth our weight in gold.
It’s what we don’t weigh
My first boyfriend, who panicked when I touched him
would say “I’m fat”
the way somebody says “I should have never been born.”
They want us spending our money
on designer jeans, instead of groceries,
on concealer and diet plans, instead of an education.
Please don’t starve yourself.
Believe me, I’ve tried
and your body will start to eat itself from the inside out and
if you let it
it’ll get to some valuable stuff.
they’ll only appreciate your body when it’s a corpse.
They won’t notice you
until there’s nothing to be noticed
they’ll mourn and wish for something
that is no longer
In the second grade, I learned that
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartbreaking a writer's heart. in Free Verse More Like This
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
bodies like star systems.“the neighbor’s house smelledbodies like star systems. in Free Verse More Like This
like the ocean when i walked past,” you say.
“it’s a sign that i’m drowning.”
“i stepped in two patches of fresh dirt.
it’s a sign that they’ll be digging my grave.”
“i saw the boy i’d lost my virginity to today.
it’s a sign that i’m going to cheat on you.”
“you wake me up with this shit,” he says in annoyance.
“is that a sign i should break up with you?”
“no,” you say, not looking at him, fighting
to keep smiling. “it means -”
he goes back to bed.
he thinks you don’t get it,
but you do.
he teaches you about chemistry,
about physics and the stars.
he teaches you that the universe is finite,
but constantly expanding;
he takes you hand to his chest, and says
“like my feelings for you.”
used to be, you thought he was your gravity
because you were so drawn to him
my heart is lawi called to you,my heart is law in Free Verse More Like This
at the waterside.
the days we spent, in
trying to figure
out just how far down
the ocean really went,
just how many
bird-eyed creatures called the waves
and if our hearts and secrets
blended to the
defeaning, deepening blue.
i meant to write a letter -
i meant to write a letter
and send it to the proper address
and wait for a reply, like
the good girl that i am, or was.
i could blame the government,
a state-wide hurricane,
my dead aunt and her bankrupt
husband, my harried mother.
(perhaps you still loved
the concept i had left
behind, but we both knew i
could never get
why i don't listen to lady gaga anymorei held the feeble windwhy i don't listen to lady gaga anymore in Free Verse More Like This
to my chest
watched as her
swept to the heavens
listened to her
i danced the wild dance
clinging to who
i was like
disease clings to
the human body
the sea she swam
i have calmed vaunting
i have breathed the
i have strolled
with august men,
heart valves and
what to do about
but i have never
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i cling to one lonely
rock, a representation of
my once strong morals
and i whimper against the
howling wind, my desires
trying to scream over
scratching down my back
like a cat sharpening its
claws - will it be swatted at
i don't want you to leave on
(that would be just silly)
the hope that i could've been
a good girl
because i'm not
mapping the ache.She learned anatomy when he broke her heart. She liked how she could track the stinging, burning pain as it delved deeper into her. Starting in her throat, a heavy lump that wouldn't move anymore than a cm a day. it would travel through her veins, like back lanes, leaving behind big clouds of exhaust fumes that make her skin tarnish, and her blood thicken. the pain, gets a little stronger. moves a little further. with her bones structure mapped and blown up on the wall across from her bed, she woke up each morning, and closed her eyes. she sat quiet and still with breath held, trying to pinpoint the pain. she'd trace the wall and place a small gold star where is had reached that day. it was quite beautiful really. this skeletal system, scattered with little stars. her own constellation.mapping the ache. in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
it was a realisation that everything can be traced back to her heart. it beats and bleeds and aches and yearns and everything it feels is shot through your synapses and
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her mother always told her that each part of her body was capable of becoming something hard and cold, something that a military man could arm himself with and leave a trail of destruction. There was an anchor in the pit of her stomach, resting on the bottom of a black and white ocean, carelessly tossed in by a reckless boy with matching eyes. it leads her to somewhere she has never been. It sinks her to ocean floor and leaves her waiting for the waves to stir her back to the surface.she learned about space, and the gaps that leave people feeling empty and lonely, and throughout the years of her youth, everything related back to the ocean residing inside her chest cavity which on the coldest and emptiest nights she could feel thrash and peak and cause her to choke and spit it up in violent convulsions. she learned that her stomach acids were responsible for the curve of her bones and the shapes of the shadows they made in sunlight. as her years tic
these oceanic arteries are killing me.i'm drawn to the ocean in a way that's anything but beautiful. i don't want a welcome embrace, i just want it to consume me. 'cause the ocean is so heavy and right now i'm so fucking fragile.these oceanic arteries are killing me. in Free Verse More Like This
so i'll stand waist deep with the water curling tightly around me, lulling me further from the shore with the safe sung whispers of the wind as i let the waves crash into me. so that with each ebb and flow, piece by piece, the ocean can wash me away from you.
i can see myself crumbling away like the cliffs that surround the peaceful waters, and i wonder if your as fragile as i am right now. my breathing patterns have changed, as i don't want to be anything like you at all ever again.
it's not anything i'm proud of -- the way our worlds shifted and turned and collided to make the currents wash up on these shores with each of us standing at opposite ends of this expanse of water with no hope, no reason, no love, but it's the way things turned out. and now i should know better than to change everythi
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Levi/Rivaille x Reader - Wake Up
Everything was black. So dark. You felt like you couldn't open your eyes. You felt so numb. Beside you was a man with raven hair, stroking your (h/l) (h/c) with worry in his mind. Last week's expedition had a huge hit on you. A titan almost killed you. Such ruthless creatures. The man kept staring at you, waiting for you to wake up.
Lovers are supposed to be embracing each other as of now, right? The man sighed. His love couldn't wake. You had slipped into a coma after hitting your head against a tree, trying to escape a titan. 'Damn those fucking bastards.' Levi thought.
Levi wanted to hold you, kiss you, embrace you. "(Name).." You could hear him calling you, but you couldn't say a word. He stroked your cheek. "Wake up, that's an order." You heard his voice again. Why couldn't you open your mouth? "Oi, idiot, can't you hear me?" Again, his voice lingered in your mind. You could feel the sadness in his voice. He held your hand. "(Name).." His grip tigh
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Rivaille x Reader - Thunder Storm
It was pouring outside. You were in the Scouting Legion and you were in your closet of the room you stayed in. You were afraid of thunder, yet you fought titans like they were nothing. Tears were streaming down your face and you covered ears.
Another thunder clap, making more tears stream down your face and a whimper escape your lips. The Corporal was walking around, making sure all cadets were asleep and checking on them. After checking a room to left of yours, he stumbled across your room and slowly opened the door, in case you were sleeping. He walked in to see an empty bed.
"Tch, what is she up to." Levi sneered.
Another thunder clap as he heard a faint whimper. He slowly walked towards the other side of the bed.. He walks a little closer to find you crunched up in the side, covering your ears. You slowly lifted your head up to find an unamused Corporal. Tears still streaming down your face.
"Cadet ______, what're you doing on the si
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Injured Idiot - Reader x Levi/Rivaille Part One
"Tch, you made a horrible mess." Rivaille said while you scratched the back of your head. It was pouring. You were carrying a basket of bread for dinner tonight for the Scouts when you walked and slipped on a wet rock, causing the bread to fall. "S-sorry, C-Corporal!" You said as you knelt down, picking up the fallen bread.
"Oi, Idiot, it's dirty and it's no good."
You sighed, being the clean freak he was, he was right. You finished picking the ruined ones up and decided to place them on top of the basket until you got back to dispose of them. "O-ow.." You muttered as you tried to stand. 'Dammit, if i hadn't slipped on that rock..' Your right ankle began hurting as you made a pained face. Rivaille looked over to you. 'First the bread, now her.' He thought to himself. He walked up to you and picked you up, placing you over his shoulder, making you hang over it.
You blushed at the action. "C-Corporal?"
"Shut it." Was his simple, stern