Whoops (LokiXReaderXBucky)Whoops (LokiXReaderXBucky)9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki sat by the window in Stark Towers reading one of the many books he had forced Tony to buy for him. He let out a sigh of content at the silence since all the Avengers seemed to be out of the tower. Or so he thought.
"GODDAMIT HAND IT OVER YOU SNOWMAN!" You yelled death glaring the man opposite you who gladly returned the glare.
"NO YOU ARE NOT TO BE TRUSTED ESPECIALLY WITH THIS!" Bucky yelled back holding Loki's scepter in his non-metal hand.
"I JUST WANNA BORROW IT I'M NOT GOING TO TURN CLINT EVIL DAMIT!" You replied. Loki groaned in annoyance and bookmarked his page before going to investigate. You paused when you heard Loki's footsteps not realizing the god himself was in the tower.
"Someone broke into the tower" You whispered to Bucky who paused to listen.
"It's probably Fury" Bucky replied.
"If it isn't though..." You trailed off.
"Fine go ahead" Bucky rolled his eyes stepping away from you. You went over to where the footsteps were coming from and waited for him to walk
PMDU - Intermission - Persecuted - Part 1PMDU - Intermission - Persecuted - Part 18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young sorceress strode silently towards her burrow after a particularly exacting day. A day full of tasks and errands and not a penny to be earned.
Astra glowered heavily at the stone in front of her burrow which was keeping out any unwanted visitors and keeping it hidden in general. Her eyes flickered with lilac light as she put all her focus on the boulder. A similar light surrounded the stone, signifying her levitation spell taking effect properly.
A rustle from the nearby bushes, however, tore Astra’s attention from the stone, and she scanned the direction the sound escaped from.
She let off a soft growl as the noise continued, accompanied by the bushes shaking. Something was moving in them, though Astra couldn’t catch who or what it was. Finally, the Pokemon behind the sound stepped out of hiding, allowing Astra to get a proper glimpse of her. A Sylveon with a gently curled tuft on her head, and a ribbon matching her feelers on the unsymmetrical ear waltzed out. He
Burn Me. [Tadashi Hamada.]Burn Me. [Tadashi Hamada.]8 hours ago 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
Death Battle: Green Lantern vs. NovaDeath Battle: Green Lantern vs. Nova5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all…
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE...IN….SPAAAAAAACE!!!
On the outskirts of the bustling Central City, a man actually floated into the air. He wore a bodysuit that was a mix of emerald-green, black, and white, wore a green domino mask over his eyes, and had short-cut brown hair that stuck up like grass. On his right hand’s middle finger was a ring that looked to be cut from an unknown, alien mineral, and a symbol adorned it of a sort of lantern shape. Strapped to his waist was an oversized, green lantern that glowed with a similar-colored light.
This was Hal Jordan, the first ever human to join the Green Lantern corps.
Hal had had a busy night, protecting Earth alongside the JLA, saving it from a meteorite that spelled doom, and testing out whatever new aircraft that the military ha
Offering to ArceusOffering to Arceus22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Darkness, and the lingering images of a dream. With a soft groan, Silenrea opens her eyes and then lets out a surprised sound as she finds herself in an alien world. And yet it is so beautiful.
All around, other than areas of land here and there, are stars and galaxies. They look close enough to touch, and in fact...the Latias tries to reach for one. However she stops as she tries to recall how she got here. But even this is interrupted as she realises she is not alone.
Upon turning to look, she sees a figure of white and gold...and it doesn't take long for her to realise where she has ended up. Although the question of how she ended up here still remains.
Deciding there is only one with an answer, she approaches.
But before she can say anything, and without turning around, the figure speaks.
"Hello Silenrea..." The voice is male-sounding, and yet not masculine...rather calming and soothing. He turns around to face the Eon and continues. "Welcome to my home. Or world, or dimension. Whi
Pocky with Levi (Attack on Titan)(A/N: Its here!! The pocky game i've been getting mad requests for it here!! Thank you everyone who has favourited the Pocky games so far, sorry if I don't reply to them all but I get to a point when trying to say thanks for them all soooo THANK YOU <3)Pocky with Levi (Attack on Titan)11 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Well that’s another gone.” You sighed to yourself wishing for this game to be over, you weren't interested in any of the guys here and you knew what would happen if Erwin or worse Levi caught you all here...
“(Name)~” Hanji sung your name as she came over swinging the bag towards you but you hit it away quickly.
“No way nut job.” You sighed as she pouted at you leaning close to your face with that mad-scientist grin you had learned to avoid if possible.
“Is that because he isn’t here...” Hanji began as you narrowed your eyes at her, quickly pulling off her glasses as you stood up to walk away swinging them on your finger. Hanji quic
For CureBreathe...For Cure17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
...this is the sound of what you think can't kill you.
With a shiv in the ribs and a shift in the lips
the patients shushedly loiter in seats in the lobby
inside of the department of radiology department
resting, washed out and owning it, bandana-ed up
or balding inwardly and outwardly, taking breaths
because they know firsthand that lung cancer kills
in white-collars or in navy-shirts—indiscriminately,
There are lung cancer patients plagued radioactive,
taking breaths, donating their bodies to a science
without a serum to show for it, their sterner sternum
schlit open with a scent that was ribcaged from inside.
Within, a cancer not there for a cure-all, but for an end-all
last gasp, escapes from the belly of the bestiary scrivened
on ribs in scrimshaw, glazed in formaldehyde preservative.
If you color me cadaver and call me an honorary coroner
or scribble me soldier and salute me as your surgeon
on the front lines performing vivisection pol
PMDU - Intermission - Persecuted - Part 2 (Final)PMDU - Intermission - Persecuted - Part 2 (Final)8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Astra’s ears flicked as she began to come back from the darkness. Soon after her eyes began to flutter, and sound became more clear. She inhaled deeply; consciously, and it was the most air she had gotten in the past several hours. Her lungs inflated with the breath, though there was a dull ache in her stomach that caught most of her attention. For a moment the pain was all she focused on until, with a grimace, her ears became distracted by a soft feminine voice.
“Astra? Are you okay?”
There were more voices now, faint and murky, but as Astra became more alert the voices became more clear.
Ahead of her the voices were the lowest. Clearly two men were talking. To her right she could hear someone voicing a variety of profane complaints while another voice chastised, and yet another voice snapped that the aforementioned speaker best watch their mouth. To her left Astra could pick up on soft footsteps rather than a voice, and her attention was then diverted to the fact th
Dave X Reader Confession help"You," Dave said. Tapping a pencil on (Name)'s desk. "I need help on this problem."Dave X Reader Confession help11 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
(Name) briefly looked over at Dave before finishing her last answer. "What number is it?"
(Name) sighed and got up from her seat. She walked over to Dave and crouched down.
"Alright," (Name) said. Readying her notebook. "What is it that you don't get."
"These dam percentages, I don't see why I'm getting it wrong."
"Let me see your work."
"I erased it."
(Name) looked at Dave. "Alright, Don't erase your work next time."
(Name) started to explain the basics of percentages. Dave already knew how to do it, but he just wanted to hear (Name) talk more than three words.
"So do you get it now?" (Name) questioned.
Dave nodded. "Yeah, thanks."
(Name) got up and returned to her seat. Dave heard John snicker across the room. John was the only one beside from Dirk who knew about Dave's little crush on (Name).
After a couple minutes the bell rang signaling the end of school. Everyone hastily grab
Bone collectorHe digs and digs, looking for the bones. And he sings along the way. It's his job, his pleasure. To dig and to find the bones of the dead. Nobody knows, it's a secret. And he's not weird about the place. It can be a graveyard, an ancient battlefield or a still warm corpse. It doesn't matter, the objective is to add to his collection. An impressive collection, labeled and organized, in contrast to his dirty clothes and messy home. And whenever he looks at it, he smiles. That's the work of a lifetime, his legacy to the world. And someday his own bones will be a part of his collection. A thought that makes him the happiest man alive...Bone collector8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Magical: Before the Magic - Riley's StoryMagical: Before the Magic - Riley's Story17 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Before the Magic - Riley’s Story”
by Jocelyn Samara D.
Sadie picks up a pancake and throws it across the room. It's so doused in syrup that it meets floor with a hard, wet slap. I want to laugh, but I'm the one that's going to be cleaning it up, and that makes it a lot less funny. I mean, we just moved in here a week ago. Mom's going to go berserk if the floor is already sticky.
"Why exactly did you do that?" I interrogate my sister. I don't know what kind of detailed response I expect from a six-year old, but I have to ask.
"It was burned." Sadie insists. "I don't like it when it's burned."
Upon inspection, it did indeed have a little bit of black on it. It shouldn't have been out of the question to be able to eat around it, but with her, any amount of burning is (apparently) completely unacceptable. I toss her floor pancake in the garbage, and give her one of mine that doesn't appear burnt.
Morning Routine"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"Morning Routine6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Greg had awoken to this ever single day since his wedding and still wasn't used to it. The five inch tall man should have know better then to marry a girl with triplet teenage daughters. Once they saw that there new step-daddy was virtually powerless to stop them from doing anything Greg essentially became a slave, again. They used him for all sorts of things ranging from seat cushion to foot massager. There was Gillian the ditz who would convince herself that the tiny loved to do ever single task for her no matter how gross or disgusting, Grace the tormentress who would tease and mock Greg at ever opportunity she had, and Greta the slacker who barely paid any attention to him but nevertheless was the most feared out of the three. Though these girls did very in personalities they all did have own thing in common, they all had the biggest fattest asses of any girl you could've ever known. Big eno
wise foolsthere is a stone-skipping pond,wise fools16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i get all confused
about its name because
it's simply more
serial movement than
a continuous one;
but i've lost count of
how many Icarus"es"
sent their infant chests
off to the next labyrinth.
how many stage kisses,
how many perfect lies of an eye,
how many times i've turned a blind ear to mercy?
sail high, flightless birds,
sacrificial lambs, scapegoats,
broken spined questions, you plea:
why me? why me?
yet there is a transparency to your emergency,
there is a coffin to your heartbeat,
and one day when these
burial mounds reach
the arching limits of the sky,
clot the depths below,
i can say,
of my conscious thought
will cease with your tail
tucked between your knees, since
by then i'll no longer be
halfway in between heaven and hell.
reckoning will be stumbling home,
and my revolution will be
celebrated by a parade
on the stairwell you paved,
crediting all your
Scarlet River P78 Riverpaw squinted in the darkness, surveying the cave. Slivers of moonlight shone through the waterfall, rippling along the cave floor. Despite the roaring of the water, everything was quiet. Two cave-guards sat near the entrance to the cave keeping watch. Every other cat lay in their feathery nests, fast asleep. The sound of even breathing whispered through the cave, bouncing off the stalactites hanging above. Deep shadows hid these spikes from view, and even deeper shadows lay in every corner of the cave below. It was in these shadows that Riverpaw crept, with Stonepaw leading the way.Scarlet River P789 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Riverpaw’s heart was racing. This whole situation, sneaking along the walls and warily avoiding all they passed, reminded her far too much of the city. She had not anticipated that a similar situation would set her so much on edge.
As she carefully placed another paw on the cold stone floor, a sharp sound made her nearly jump out of
StandardStandard not so far in the pastStandardStandard 7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
sleeping on home’s top floor
with stairway to the porch
Cajun boys ruled the roost
freedom to come and go
roses under windows
delightful to behold
but for the young daughters
and any hopeful beaus
daunting forest of thorns
Akashi X Reader - Opposite's AttractAkashi X Reader - Opposite's Attract14 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whistling the tune that matched the music, you spun on your heel and lightly danced, enjoying the sound travelling into your ears. You adjusted your headphones when you felt them slipping before continuing to dance on top of the brick wall. This was your usual routine after school. You would take the usual route to your home by jumping up and walking on top of the walls that bordered the neighbourhood houses. It was fun and you didn’t care that people would pester about it being dangerous. You reached the end of the wall and intended on jumping down to cross the street but a flash of red caught your eyes. You glanced down, only for your eyes to lock with a red pair.
“Aka-chan.” You took of your headphones and smiled down at Teiko’s basketball captain.
“___. Are you returning home?” He asked.
You jumped down, effortlessly landing next to him before sending him a smile.
“Yeah. You want to come over? I bought a new game for my (game console) yeste
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