EndlessThe darkness matches your eyes,More Like This
Is it too much of an unfair accusation?
Or a bit too sad?
Perhaps it's a little too certain,
but I can't seem to care.
The kindness of your poems stirs
too many feelings I once buried,
an endless hunger, an exhaustion
that forced me to drop my jaded rings,
and lose the rose I once planted in my heart.
I offered you a field of bread,
soft pillows, and barely survived
the stomping horses that dragged
carriages of almonds to your feet
instead of running to the far edges of the world.
Spill your answers into me,
I still can't get myself to care,
whatever you say has lost its meaning,
I no longer know what's lie and what's the truth.
A wall stands between us now,
and darkness goes well with candles and wine,
but still a perfect match for the look in your eyes.
I know you're scrambling a reply, but
I know it's just as scattered as your shadows,
we no longer have a light.
I breathe, you breathe.
I blow, you blow.
I toss left and right, you toss ten
Before the First Date [Tadashi x Reader]Phantom of the Opera https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WL7D9eppEF4More Like This
“I would rather be working on my robotics project right now,” Go Go grumbled.
“Aren’t you excited though?” Honey Lemon squealed waving the playbill in her friends face. “The drama, the music, the ROMANCE?”
Go Go took in a deep breath and sigh out a deep sound of exasperation. The gang of SFIT engineers were on their way to the premier of San Fransokyo’s College of the Arts “Phantom of the Opera.” It was time for the engineering and robotic students to fulfill their art requirement for the semester before spring finals. They collectively decided to go to the play together and then to ice cream afterwards. Fred was mostly in it for the ice cream.
“You know, you never appreciate fine art, Go Go,” Wasabi complained.
“It’ll be fun and at least we ju
How to Avoid Telling a Girl You Like HerPietro always had a jealous streak. He knew this. Wanda had pointed it out to him many times. But it had gotten so much worse after he and his sister joined the Avengers. More importantly, after he met Y/n.More Like This
It didn’t help that all the Avengers were living in the same place (Stark tower) and that everyone loved Y/n. She was best friends with everyone on the team. It was amazing to watch her interact with all these different personalities.
Her and Clint talked constantly (gossip was one of their shared interests).
Steve loved to hang out with her. She was one of the only people he could talk about his past with. Y/n thought it was good for Steve to talk about it, healthy. And she came to him with any problems she need to talk through. They had a very symbiotic relationship.
Natasha and her had these little sleepover things that NO ONE was aloud to join. Pietro had tried sneak into one, one time, and it did not go well.
Bruce found Y/n had a calming effect and really l
Unrecognizable (Tadashi x Male! Hacker! Reader)More Like This
School had always been hard for you. It wasn’t the classes, those were easy. You had problems with bullying. It didn’t help that you wore classes, got straight A’s, wore geeky T-shirts, and were not the fit.
The only reason you made it through high school was your closest friend, Tadashi. He had always helped you out and stood up for you. You were practically attached at the hip. Where one was found, the other was never far behind.
When you were apart, you spent your time learning to program and hack into computers. You showed Tadashi what you’d done and he helped you pull apart and reassemble your computer. Together, you were a great team.
After high school, you were accepted at different colleges. Reluctant, you said your goodbyes and made promises to keep in touch. However, life soon got too busy. You had no time to call Tadashi and you rarely got calls from him.
A year passes without any word from Tadashi. You exchanged your glasses for contacts and got a gy
waiting for a hero | a short pietro x readerMore Like This
Wondrous notes filled the air as I played my violin. Softly stomping my feet to the beat. On this roof I played every night. To fill these sad creatures with boisterous tunes. I could see their hearts turn gray along with their hair. Hands turned blue like the pills they take. And their skin lose its glow.
We have hidden ourselves from the world. Me and my instrument. For we were not accepted in society. For we are different from the others. And it does not sadden me. Because I am not alone. I can hear their beautiful whispers every night. And so can the city. For me and my instrument are together and will never part.
After the battle with Ultron, we all decided to drink away the relief. To just enjoy this freedom that we have earned. I leaned against the balcony railing. Sipping my cup of vodka now and then. I heard the wind carry the sound of music into my ears. I put my cup down to savor the sound. I looked for the source and saw a white aurora