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This is what they call 'Real Life'I’m stuck in traffic
and all the people have
places to be
and things to do
and i wonder
what it all means
what do you mean,
you don’t ponder the meaning of life
from the passenger’s seat
of your mom’s minivan
on the way
to the grocery store?
i can’t think of any better
place to do it
my existentialism is too big for my brain
and it spills out
through my fingers tracing circles
on the dashboard
and my feet tapping
to the beat of my heart
and the flashing of the turning signal
of the car in front of us
all these people
with things to do
things that will not matter
in a year
(maybe not by tomorrow)
our groceries can wait
because i want to make the most
of the years i have
the car is stopped
and i could get out and
wander away into those woods
or just keep driving
until i reach something
that matters more
than whatever i’m not doing here
this is the time
for swimming in public fountains
and getting kicked out of restaurante
The Dead of WinterThere is snow on the ground outside. This realization should not be as jarring as it is. It is winter, after all, the middle of January, and the snow should not come as a surprise to her. Still, it does, perhaps because of the way it creeps silently into hearts and minds, an ever present slow fall that somehow covers everything before one even realizes it has begun. It becomes apparent to her that she isn’t talking about snow anymore.
She misses him the most at times like this, grey days where coldness seeps like grief into her bones and the chill in the air makes her tired enough to think about the past. The snow buries everything, and all of a sudden the yard looks just like it did 20 years ago, and she can almost hear his voice in her ear, before she looks away and reminds herself that memories do nothing but hurt.
It is her own personal tragedy, this cold winter day. It is too loud, the silence roaring like thunder in her ears. It is too quiet. The stillness of the world outs
the loneliest eveningsometimes
you can't remember who you are
you wake up in the morning
in your fancy expensive bed
and you just feel lostlostlost
(who are you, again?)
after all, you've grown up
living a lie
(James Gatz became Jay Gatsby)
and didn't anyone ever teach you
the past always catches up with you
(you can run, but you can't hide)
Jay (Jacob) Gatsby (Gatz)
you've built up your perfect little fairytale
but happily-ever-after is for fairytales and storybooks
you built your house
out of cards and farflung dreams
and now it's falling down
collapsing in on itself (on you)
dreams disappear in a haze of heartbreak and death
there's only so long you can fight against reality
(in the end, you always lose)
so out of contextyou
were a disaster waiting to happen
a world about to fall
a star on the verge of exploding
(she's already married, remember?)
crackcrackcrack crystalline dreams
the dim darkness of your parties
hides the imperfections
where were you going with this?
(you can't even remember)
but even your bigbrassbands
can't cover up the fact
that nobody cares
(not about you)
a tragedy in the makingYou were a tragedy in the making
a tower crumbling
a supernova exploding
all blinding light and forever dreams
lost and buried
beneath the crushing weight of the here and now
The lights brighten the night
but they can't brighten your heart when she's not there
Because no matter how many parties you throw
no one will ever love you
(certainly not her)
and no matter how much you pretend
you will never be good enough
and promises made on shooting stars
are much harder to keep when it's light out
(you didn't really think she would choose you, did you?)
You are a plot twist
you are a character in this farcical life
you are used and thrown away
and you can deck her out in all the jewels you like
but at the end of the day, she will always return to him
You were convenient, darling
but that was it
She was never strong enough to make this choice
(you should have known that)
You are a plot device
the climax of this story
But all stories have to end sometime
(did you t
So Late So Soonthis has to be some sort of fairytale, right?
because getting the girl was always your goal
and now you have
and you'll live happily- ever- after, right?
because that's how these stories go, right?
and how does everything go so wrong so fast
how did it get so late so soon?
you should have had forever
(you won't even have tomorrow)
and this has to be some sort of tragedy, right?
All alone with the memoriesIt feels like a dream, sometimes
(and maybe that's because
you wish it was)
but surely things like this only happen in stories?
And you can't forget
no matter how far away you move
you hear his voice in your head
and her little childish laugh
and the rumbling purr of that big yellow car—
(nononono don't remember that)
It's done and they are gone
and all that is left is memories
(sometimes you wish you didn't even have them)
always, always (never, never)You always knew
he thought he was being clever,
but you always knew
(and after all, there are only so many trips to a gas station a person can make)
so you knew
but you stayed
you were scared
you don't know
and you could have chosen Gatsby
because he loveloveloves you
(and you like him, right?)
maybe maybe you don't maybe you did
maybe you never cared enough
when you don't make choices
life makes them for you
dead dead deadgone)
are you happy?
((nononono)) just sad
more doors close
a fork in the road disappears
(moving on, moving on)
and you don't leave
because you're scared because you have nothing left
because you never really could
a beautiful fool, in the end
(surely it's better this way?)
flying (falling)It’s like that feeling you get
when you’re way up high
and the little voice
in the back of your head says
the people look like ants from up here
and surely (surely, surely) this can’t be real?
and if you did
if you leaped and fell
head over heels down and down
(you could almost believe you were flying)
would he catch you?
(would he, would he?)
little lies sparkle shine bright
diamonds are pretty to look at
but you have to hide them
when your husband comes home
(oh yes, you’re married, remember?)
would he meet you at the bottom?
if you could trust him to that,
you’re sure you would float
all the way to the ground
(it’s strange how the falls only come
when he’s not there to catch you)
would you land on your feet
or would you break-shatter-die
all over the ground and what used to be
in little pieces
lies are the currency of the realm
you are rich and so is he
Yes, Sir (Drunk!Levi x Reader)
A night in New York City. Supposedly the proud parent of romantic encounters around the numerous landmarks, gigantic blow out parties in the hottest night clubs, and the ritziest people found on every high end block.
Now, if someone could explain how that translated to you dragging a drunken Mr. Ackerman home, that would be just lovely.
Beginnings are the best place to start things, so let's roll back a few hours. The annual company bash was in full swing, the windows of the office's lobby reverberating with the noise. You weren't sure if a single coworker was sober outside yourself. Even the sullen Mikasa had a pink tint to her cheeks, and the company's President, Erwin, looked a bit tipsy.
The law-firm of Rose, Sina, and Maria were celebrating their fifth year of being an economic empire. The money couldn't be stopped from rolling in, and said circumstances meant bonuses. Everyone had a reason to celebrate the extra change in their pockets. You had planned for the event for an extens
Please Take Me Home - Sebastian x Neko! Reader
Living on the streets was not easy.
There was murderers, rapists, and not to mention the God-awful drunks that threw glass bottles at you.
But one could guess such was the life of a cat. A cat in Victoria England.
You gazed at your surroundings in disgust. Being in the alley of a bar was gross. You couldn't believe this actually happened to you.
One day you were taking a stroll in the park and lightly bumped into a man in a cloak. In surprise he yelled "Abracadabra" and poof! Your life as a human was over.
You growled bitterly recalling that awful memory. 'That stupid man! If only I scratched him with my claws maybe he would have turned me back...'
Sadly that wasn't the case because you ran away in disbelief to what just happened. You ran and and ran. You ran until your paws were bleeding. Until your breaths became diminished to hurried pants. Until exhaustion overtook your tiny body and made you succumb to a nightmarish sleep.
Coming out of that
Levi x Reader x Rivaille |Host Club| AUYou felt your eyebrow twitch as Levi and Rivaille both stare at you, arms crossed. They both sighed at the same time.
"(Name), we would like..." Levi began.
"...That stuff you commoners call instant coffee." Rivaille finished, and you frowned.
"Why can't you get it yourself?" You grumble. Levi and Rivaille both smirked.
"Well, someone broke an expensive vase." Levi teased, making you glare daggers at him.
"In all honesty it didn't even look that expensive." You defensively say.
"Hm, well, too bad isn't it?" Rivaille says, making you sigh.
"Do I really have to? This couch is really comfy," You say, motioning to the leather couch you were plopped on. They both shake their heads. You look away frowning.
"Either that, or you can yell." Levi suggests, making you look back at him confused.
"What?" You deadpan.
"You seem like the kind of person that hides their actual rage, besides you blatant sarcasm. If you yell, it'd be quite entertaining, don't you think Levi?" Rivaille asks, as Levi nods
Bucky x Reader Don't Play
“Ohhh how long has it been since we’ve been to the beach??” (Name) cried, stretching her tired limbs with every emphasis. Finally, they were all at the beach. The most magical, relaxing and vacation perfect place they could think of, and it was all thanks to (Name).
Clad in only a bikini and a long shirt as a cover-up, (Name) had then convinced Fury to give all the Avengers a decent vacation. And Bucky Barnes had been included because 1) She had a massive crush on the man and 2) Because she knew he needed the break more than anyone else.
Since joining SHIELD, he’d had it rough. All the other agents and personnel were wary of him thanks to his past as the Winter Soldier, which basically meant no one really trusted or liked him aside from Steve and (Name), and the Avengers more or less since she’d convinced them that he was a decent guy, for the most part.
And here they all were, ready to kick back at the beach in
First Glance - Levi x Reader
You sat on the grassy field beneath, your face turned ahead but your eyes not really looking at anything in particular. You felt the presence of a man beside you – the same man you had given your heart to.
Levi – it was a beautiful name. You loved how it sounded, whether it rolled off your tongue or his. It was simple, not a tongue twister like many other names you’d heard, no. Levi was short and sweet – just like the man who the name belonged to, you assumed.
You smiled a little to yourself. Knowing he was there made you feel safe, even a little flustered. But there had been something you always wanted to know about him – something you’d never figured out, something that had been hounding your mind for years.
He spoke up; breaking the silent air between you two. His voice filled your ears. “Hey, [First], are you feeling okay? You’re looking a little flushed.”
Your smile grew wider. You loved how protective he was of you. He w
Levi x Reader - All That Jazz - [AU]
All That Jazz
Levi x Reader [AU]
Ah, Friday night. You're hectic week at work was finally coming to a close, and you had tonight to yourself. Some of your friends would go to the club, others would stay home and watch tv, but you had better plans. You were going to go to your favorite coffee shop tonight and watch the Friday night entertainment. By entertainment, you meant the incredibly hot jazz guitarist that plays there every Friday night, Levi.
Levi wasn't like the other musicians that played at your coffee shop. Nothing he played was ever planned or repetitive, that's just the way jazz was. Improvisation. It was free, creative, and one of your favorite things to listen to. Sometimes he would get a little daring and play some blues or jazz fusion as well, which was even crazier. You would watch him play his beautiful music, drink coffee or tea, give him a generous tip, and once he was done at 11:00 you would head home. Lately though, more and more girls had started
Dangerous affair[Kidnapper!LevixVictim!Reader] Ch1
”[First name], honey, are you ready?”
I turned to the mirror in front of me and took a look at myself. My [hair colour] locks were perfectly curled, my cheeks were a little pink and my lips were red from make-up. The dress that I was wearing was black; it was close-fitting, it covered my arms and my neck, but let my legs be seen from the knees. I usually didn’t particularly like my appearance, but this time even I was pleased with how I looked.
”Yes dad, I’m ready.” I answered and walked out of my room. My father was standing there in a suit that must have cost a fortune, waiting for me. He furrowed his eyebrows as he was observing my outfit.
”I don’t think I’ll let you alone for a minute. You can’t dance with anybody, you know that?”
I rolled my eyes.
”You want to force me to listen to your dull conversations with those old men? No way.”
He laughed and took my arm.
”Of course not. But you’re too
Levi x Deaf!Reader - Voice - [AU]
Levi x Deaf!Reader - AU
A/N: this is a really personal story for me and it took a lot of courage to upload this. I hope you enjoy. Please keep in mind, Levi might seem a bit OOC, but people tend to act differently when a loved one is going through something like this. Thanks for you consideration.
Levi perked his ears as he heard the front door being opened. He was tiered of cleaning the house alone, and was ready for (first)'s company. She didn't say a word, no 'Hi Levi' or 'Hey I'm home.' She simply put her keys on the counter, an indifferent look plastered on her face. This was defiantly off from (first)'s typical upbeat personality. She had just returned from a doctor's visit, and he knew there was something terribly wrong. He placed his broom against the kitchen counter, and made his way over to her. She couldn't look him in the eye, her eyes were glued to the ground.
"(First)..." He spoke, raising your chin to meet his gaze.
"(First), what happened?"
"...it's gonna happe
Levi x Reader - All That Jazz Too - [AU]
All That Jazz Too
Levi x Reader - AU
A/N: This is a continuation of my previous story "All That Jazz"
Levi woke up feeling quite different that morning in his little apartment, nervousness and anxiousness took over his thoughts. He took a little extra time to look nice today, even going as far as wearing a nice jacket in the hot ass weather. He needed to make a better impression on her today to try to redeem himself, he did steal her spark plug and make her cry after all. But he was determined to make up for it. He also grabbed his prized Carvin guitar before heading out the door, since he had a surprise up his sleeve for today's little date. Surprisingly, you two only lived a few short minutes away from each other. No wonder you both found that little coffee shop that he plays at. He yawned loudly while driving, since normally by now he would have had his morning tea. But waiting to drink it with you was gonna be worth it.
You, meanwhile, had ju
RoyaltyOnce upon a time
there was a king
and a queen
but there was also
all icy white beauty
And then there was the princess
she was beautiful, too
(in her own way)
all warmth and sunshine and heart melting smiles
giggles and dizziness
And then there's the king
(that's you, boy)
and something unexpected happened
because never before
has a king
fallen for a princess
But when asked to choose between
(the snow queen)
(the flower princess)
the choice was simple
who wants a snowflake
when you can have a flower petal?
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