I Just Want To Be SupportedWhy can't you see?I Just Want To Be Supported2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm just being me.
Do you want me to flee?
So you can finally be free?
Of this nuisance called me.
So you can be proud of another?
Maybe my brother.
How can I please you mother?
Do you want me to say,
I'm not gay?
You tell me I'm a stray.
And that you'll pray.
But you don't understand.
This was unplanned.
I'll take you by hand.
And show you where I stand.
KiGo: Color of Love 1Kim blinked and rubbed her eyes and inadvertently hurting her arm again. She looked at her right arm and found an arm sling.KiGo: Color of Love 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ow . . . where am I" Kim blurted out as she blinked her eyes.
"My room" Shego said as she came in with a bandage wrap.
"Shego!!! What, When, huh?" Kim exclaimed.
"Whoa, watch it Kimmie. You'll tear the bandages" Shego holding Kim's hand. Kim's face turned read
"What . . . . What am I thinking we are both girls, nothing wrong? But why won't my heart stop beating so fast" Kim thought.
"There all done, you really did a number on yourself this time" Shego sighed as she finished changing Kim's bandages.
"But how did I get here" Kim asked.
"Well, Drakken decided to join all the continents by bursting a volcano. You came in at the last scond and saved the day. But the base started to blow up. You were caught in an back-draft. I found you and took you
The Tears of a Hawk Bruce Banner was not a man who was easily worried. He was sympathetic, yes. He was caring, yes He was compassionate, yes. Overall, he was a very kind man. But he was not easily worried.The Tears of a Hawk3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At least, not until he woke up at three forty-seven in the morning, with S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Clint Barton nowhere to be found.
Clint had been Bruce's close friend, lover, and bedmate for almost a year. They were accustomed to each other's sleeping habits. Clint would leave at odd hours of the night, called away on missions that Bruce could know nothing about. Bruce would crawl into their shared bed early in the morning, having spent all night experimenting with Tony.
Despite their very different schedules-and Clint's "if I told you I'd have to kill you, and I don't want to kill you" attitude towards his work- they had not spent a night wit
Bird Left the Nest (Clint x Reader)Feeling groggy, you sat up in the bed, throwing your legs over the side. You hadn't slept well, but you still had to get up and go to work. You did the necessities in the bathroom, before grabbing some clothes from the nearby closet. You pulled on a short black denim dress, a pair of fish-nets, and finally your combat boots.Bird Left the Nest (Clint x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You munched on a bagel as you drove to work, weaving through traffic. You didn't have to worry about red-lights, but there were still slow pokes. You weren't running late, you just enjoyed getting there early to talk to Sammy, your best friend.
The boots you wore didn't make a sound as you snuck up on her. She was sitting at her desk, facing the wall which gave you a great advantage. She yelped when you poked her sides, hitting you on the arm as you snickered.
"You know I hate when you do that," Sammy told you, her face red from causing a slight scene.
"I know, but I couldn't help meself."
You leaned against her desk with a smile, making her brown eyes gleam at you
Eleventh Doctor x Reader 8The Doctor worked endlessly on the TARDIS, even though you were sure she was fine. He would cut wires, tie them, and fiddle with these odd, blue panels that looked sort of like the motherboard for a computer. He let you wander off into the halls of the TARDIS to find something to cure your boredom (or maybe because you caught him calling the TARDIS "sexy").Eleventh Doctor x Reader 82 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
You didn't know exactly where you were going or what you were looking for. After walking aimlessly around and locating two broom closets (which you thought was quite odd to have in the TARDIS), you found a door that looked the same as all the rest. Cautiously, you opened it and you were surprised to see a large, grand library filled with thousands of books. You smiled and wondered in, taking in the amount of books the Doctor owned. Some were recent and some looked like they could be from the future and others looked older. You even identified a rock tablet inscribed with ancient pictures.
You gasped as you noticed a large, beautiful
Fragmented Thoughts - Chapter 9 (Reader)So there it is. The truth. The taste of it still shocks you.Fragmented Thoughts - Chapter 9 (Reader)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gods..." you say. "Y-You're gods."
"Asgardians," Loki corrected. "Some might know of us as the Aesir."
"YOU. ARE. GODS."
"Stop repeating yourself," Loki sighed. "Yes, we're gods. We cannot die."
"I find that hard to believe," you say shakily.
"Do you?" Loki looked at you, his eyes - those cat-like eyes, a dance of bright green and sky blue - bear down on you as if you're a fugitive. You take a step back.
"Enough," Steve says as he steps in beside you. "Loki, give her a break. Not everyone knows you exist."
Loki scoffs a little, turning back to his dice game.
"You're gods," you say again. You shake your head. Why didn't you make this connection before? "You can perform magic-"
"To some degree," Thor says. "I cannot weave such alchemy like my brother can. He is extremely adept at the art."
You look to Loki. His eyes are downcast, much to your relief. But his pale skin is stretched into a smirk, almost lik
My One Love Part OneHe stared at her from across the rotunda. She was laughing at a perverted joke one of her friends had made, and a bright smile had spread across her face. She turned and hugged one of her friends. She nearly fell to the ground laughing.My One Love Part One5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was dying to ask her out. He knew that she liked him too, and if he asked her out, she'd say yes in a heartbeat. But he was too scared to say those six little words-will you go out with me.
He thought maybe he could get one of his friends to do it. But she didn't like his friends, she would never believe them. He could have one of her friends do it, but she would think they were just trying to screw with her head. If he tried, she would think that one of his friends dared him to do it just to see her cry. He didn't want to see her cry. He wanted to hold her every night and tell her how much he loves her. He wanted to hug her when she needed comforting and tell her she was beautiful, even when she felt her worst. But none of that was going to happen u
Breakeven. (Clint x Reader One-shot!) Breakeven- The Script.Breakeven. (Clint x Reader One-shot!)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I can't, Clint! I can't do it anymore!" You protested, shaking you head as you tried to walk away from the man but it was effortless as he grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him.
"Please, (y/n), please you know I can't!"
This was Clint Barton; Archer, Master Assassin, One of S.H.E.I.L.D's most prized agents. But of course you didn't know that. You didn't know what work he did at all and it worried you to the core and when you'd ask he'd always come with some excuse and some lie.
But finally, you just couldn't take it anymore, you knew he would lie every time he would leaves for days, weeks and sometimes even months.
Weren't relationships suppose to be set on trust?
No matter what?
At least, that's what you though.
"No, Clint! I'm leaving! I just can't do this anymore! You leave for days, weeks at a time and some times even months! You never tell me where you go! You never even call every once in awhile to let me know wether you'
Carrie's SongAlone in the worldCarrie's Song5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With no where to go
No one to turn to
No one to hold you
Just think back to better days
Forward to a brighter future
Just forget about now
Dwell on happier times
Times of you and her
You and me
You and us three
And remember that you'll always have us
Not just one or the other
Because with one of us come the other two
We are either three or none
And that's how we'll stay
As we move on to better days
Soul of InkA soul made of inkSoul of Ink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That once golden thread tied together
It bleeds through this paper thin body
That won’t last forever.
A sharp word tears through you
Like a target hit with a knife.
How much longer, you wonder,
Do I have to live this life?
Words go unheard, screams unanswered,
Trapped inside the cage you made.
All the happy lives walk on by
As you just watch and fade.
Standing up with new found determination
A blank page you put on your face
You let the world color it as it sees fit
And leave the “you” without a trace.
Regret - Hawkeye x Reader (sort of)Shot after shot he fired his arrows at the moving targets. Target practice always seemed to calm him down even though it wasn't really needed. Hawk knew he was good, but he needed the distraction. He just needed to forget what he had done.Regret - Hawkeye x Reader (sort of)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The agent sneered, hitting the button to stop the practice before putting his bow back in it's box and leaving the room. No matter what he did, he couldn't help but think of the men and women that were killed by his hand. He had found the files of those innocent people that had fallen because of his possession.
Hawkeye ran a hand through his hair, passing by the conference room that held the rest of the Avengers. Fury was, as usual, trying to get everyone to cooperate for the newest task set before them. Most likely a menial test set up by the council so the team would be on radar.
He couldn't help but grin at the comment you would have made at that thought. How you would have waltzed into the room and turned the chair backwards and straddled it with
FenrirFenrirFenrir8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Russet Wolf
Walking home: it's a concept that people in this city can't even wrap their heads around. The people in my high school can't even understand it. It's sad, really, that a bunch of kids, in the prime of their lives, can't survive without their cars. The more polite ones are amazed that I walk a whopping 1.8 miles to school every day. Two miles is how far away you have to be for the bus to pick you up. It's like we're supposed to have cars; like we're supposed to spend all that money to go a distance that is truly negligible. Less than two miles is nothing, unless you have to travel that distance before 7:39. How do I do it? I get up at six, fucking six. Because I never actually get up at six, more like six thirty, but I need the alarm to start the long, slow process of coming out of deep sleep. And I shower, then I brush my teeth while I'm in there, throw on some clothes, probably a green shirt and some jeans, that's almost my whole closet, gre
Goddess And Hunter.The sun finally hid beneath the snow-crested mountains. Artemis smiled - her pestering brother was out of the way. She could hunt for the next several hours with nobody and nothing to stop her.Goddess And Hunter.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her followers were fast asleep. She didn't reproach their reluctancy to accompany her this night - after all, mortals needed rest, and they had already enthusiastically joined in her nocturnal hunts for the past week. She noticed young Callisto's peaceful sleeping face. How fortunate, she thought, That no man can have her... They wouldn't deserve her.
On she went, out into the awaking forest. She felt particularly bright and bursting with energy, more than other nights. She broke into a run, skipping agilely between knobbly tree roots and lithely ducking lower branches.
She had a favorite spring to start at. Its water always tasted as though there were some nectar within the drops, and it was her "lucky charm" for hunts. She slowed, picking her way to the clearing which held the sp
IncubusI am the one who stirs you in your sleepIncubus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thoughts that stray your mind and keep
The light from ever pushing through
I am the ghost that makes you feel the fear
The sacred touch that keeps you here
The hand that makes you never want to stop, it’s true
I am the sins you want, you need it now
You’ve given in, there’s no way out
And all along I’ve been inside your head
I am your promiscuous end
The tongue that kissed you hard and then
Left you there alone under your bed
Punishment They lay together, as close as their situation will allow. She strains above him, muscles stretched taut as she struggles to keep the poison from touching his skin. A snake slithers across the decoying branch, forever coiled around it, never able to free itself. Its only function is to to drip venom freely from its protruding fangs.Punishment 8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The man lying beneath her, her husband, still had wounds from the times she wasn’t so quick with dumping the heavy bowl she held. How in agony he screamed. That was the only time any noise escaped him. During the times of peace he was quiet, never speaking. The only sounds that permeated the cave were their own ragged breaths.
The man licks his scarred lips. They were dry. She would need to fetch water for him soon, even if most times he rejected it.
She could see the stains of tears that had leaked from his eyes, on the days the pain got too much to bear. His arms drawn tightly above his head, fastened with chains that once gave
Life's too shortDo you think that immortals cry,Life's too short2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As they stand by and watch us all die?
Do they know what lies just ahead?
The morning next they always dread.
Do you think they cherish us?
Might they ponder such silly thoughts?
"A rose among all others is sweet,"
"Its title not matters, it is complete."
They probably are lonely.
Maybe they need a friend.
They try this.
But Death wins in the end.
You're saving them from
What's yet to come
In the end of days.
Polite Hate-speechI am writing this for the many friends, friends of friends, relatives, and acquaintances who feel attacked for their beliefs that homosexuality is wrong. I have heard the complaint more times than I can count from people I know, sometimes people I respect. Often it is directed at me. "It isn't wrong to politely voice my religious views," they say. "I have as much a right to them as you have to yours. What makes your opinions more valid than mine?"Polite Hate-speech3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
On the other hand, I will still condemn such statements as bigotry and even hate-speech. I claim they are hurtful, destructive, and socially unacceptable. Is that unreasonable? When is it appropriate to politely say "I believe homosexuality is bad"? Is it ever appropriate? Why do gays seem to flip out so much over a simple, honest, calmly-stated opinion?
I strongly suspect the lack of understanding between us stems from a difference i
My Thoughts on...HomophobiaMy Thoughts on...2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I think homophobia is the fear of simply accepting a compliment from someone of the same sex who may dress a little different than you or even give a sweet smile no one has ever given you before.
Homophobia could be jealousy striking as you peer across the lobby to two men or two women loving one another as you wish for yourself to have a lover for your own.
Homophobia is when your ex-girlfriend leaves you poor boy on the sidelines as she reaches for a girl who is there to love her and understand what she wants and needs.
Homophobia is when your ex-boyfriend leaves you self-centered chick trapped in your walk in closet as he leaves you for someone who doesn't mind the fact that he calls himself pretty and beautiful instead of handsome because his new man also agrees with his beauty.
Homophobia is just a phase that's been put on by something we all know as bandwagon or whatever because "everyone is doing it."
They would call being gay was having "unnatural" feelings for the s
From the Depths of InsanityI knew you once, when you were a tortured little girl, kicking and screaming at whomever came near. When you scratched and clawed and bit at your own skin like a possessed thing. I was there on those days you tried to throw yourself down flights of stairs, through windows and under cars. And every single time you took a hit off that bowl, a drag on a cigarette, or injected who-knows-what into your veins. I was the laughing in your ear when you spent hours sobbing in your mother's arms, then turned on her as well. When you were pegged as an unstable thing and thrown aside like the rag-doll you were. I was the one scratching at your brain as you sat in countless therapy sessions, mouth glued together.From the Depths of Insanity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew you once, when you were a quiet little thing with malice in your eyes. People would fawn over you in the velveteen dresses as you danced around, the crinoline making your legs bleed. Then your arms bled, and your hips and shoulders and wrists lost blood and accumulated scars as the y
A Normal Night at Avengers TowerEight very long days had passed since any of the six Avengers had been sent on a mission for SHIELD. No catastrophes, no villain sighting, not even any gas station robberies had taken place in the giant metropolis that they called home. At first, they had all enjoyed sleeping late and doing nothing, but then the days had started growing longer and lloonnggeerr aanndd lllooonnngggeeerrr (Tony was positive that they now contained 36 hours instead of 24). Let's face it: they were bored. Very bored. Maybe even on the verge of insanity bored.A Normal Night at Avengers Tower2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That evening, they were all pretending to be interested in the delicious three cheese ziti marinara that Steve had made them when Bruce of all people pointed out the sad truth.
"Guys, we have to do something or we're all going to go insane. Look at us; we're not even interested in Steve's cooking, for crying out loud!"
"You are wrong, Doctor," Thor said through half-chewed pasta. "I am enjoying myself immensely!"
"Hooray. One of us hasn't died of bored
The Corner of Fear and LoathingShe's a girl in white who gets caught staring at the sky,The Corner of Fear and Loathing2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying to be friendly without looking anyone in the eye.
He's the one who spends his days and nights in self-detention;
It's a big facade to get the girl in white's attention.
She's in love with a fairy tale that leaves her out in the rain,
But disliking the taste of his breath on hers isn't something she can feign.
He says, "Who needs love when you've got fear and loathing?"
And who needs things like school and work with all these brain cells that they're blowing?
Anyone can see them and know it's just a game.
They're hurting each other with knives and guns, ignoring all the pain.
They like to whisper pretty words in the night, pretending they aren't liars,
Keeping things together 'til they can go a little higher.
Without YouI love youWithout You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've said it
And a part of me still does
But you were choking me
In your overprotection
I asked you
Begged you to let loose
But you wouldn't
And now, this is all that remains
A heroin without her hero
Jill without Chris
Ada without Leon
...and me without you...
I want you in my life
But you're just forcing me away
Both of you
And once again
I'm learning to move on
Learning to stand on my own two feet again
But somedays are better than others
And today is a bad day
One of those days when I wish I still had my hero
But most importantly, my best friend
I miss our calls
Everything I used to do, I did for you
And I don't want to take it back
Because those were the best days of my life
And I thank you for those wonderful memories
Photographs frozen in time
Frozen in my mind
And I thank you for always standing by my side
Slowly, it seems as if I'm trying to pass myself to the next
My dream Today I woke up in aMy dream5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sleeping mind told me
And with you my love
for music went.
I awake in a panic,
I awoke with a scream.
my love had
down a cliff.
And upwards stayed
A path that stained
the sky blue reddened.
I awoke and it was
When I realized this,
Clearing's EdgeHe stood motionless between two trees, partially because he couldn't move, and partially because he wouldn't. The moonlight filtered through the leaves far above his head, and danced on the ground in front of him as the branches dipped in the breeze. The moon hung low in the sky, close enough to touch if one could just stretch beyond the canopy of the gently swaying forest as it brushed against the diamond dusted sky. But of this, he saw nothing.Clearing's Edge5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His attention was fixed on a girl standing in the clearing at whose edge he waited. A young woman, really, and clad in the armor that had become uniform for them all lately, she stood a black silhouette against the white robed trees. He smiled as she reached up and loosed her hair, letting it spill down her back, shining white in the light of the moon.
She was beautiful, standing there with stars sparkling in her eyes. Her blonde hair and slim form were easy to pick out of the sea of hardened soldiers that she was usually with these days. The