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Regret... (Implied Electro X Caitlyn) One-shotPairing: Max Dillon aka Electro X Caitlyn (Implied past relationship)
Notes: This is revenge to my buddeh for making me feel the feeelllssss! Also some of the back story (well a lot of it) is from a current on-going Marvel rp she and I are doing. oEo
Song recommendations: “Remember Everything” - Five Finger Death Punch & “M.I.N.E (End This Way) – Five Finger Death Punch, also “Walk Away” - Five Finger Death Punch, just to name a few.
He couldn't believe it, everything that happened... He was betrayed, lied to even, by his favorite superhero Spider-man.
Max- no, Electro- scowled as he entered his apartment for what would certainly be the last time. He wasn't sure what to take with him, he just knew he needed to leave. He had to, Spider-man knew where he lived after all!
After obtaining a backpack, he began placing some belongings inside of it, tears in his eyes as he trembled with anger and sadness.
Then he felt his hand brush against it... The g
Last minute one-shot entryShe groaned, wiping away the fresh sweat that formed on her brow "Man... This is not normal weather.. It feels like it's in the 100s!" the young teenager complained, which was only accompanied by the sound of soft laughter behind her.
"To be precise... It is only 90 degrees Fahrenheit, Ashley." Ashley scowled as she turned to face the sound of the voice, folding her arms across her chest.
"C'mon Optimus, don't laugh at me like that! Especially when you can adjust the temperature of your armor to compensate! You know by now that humans are unable to do that!" she said with a scowl, tapping her right foot, glaring lightly at the holoform of the Prime.
The holoform raised his hands his hands defensively with a playful smirk "I did not mean to upset you, young Ashley.."
She emitted a soft sigh, observing the Autobot commander's holoform briefly. He created the holoform in guise of a middle-aged human with deep brown hair with faint flecks of grey, his eyes a soft deep blue; the outfit he c
Early B-day gift for OPGirl106Optimus furrowed his brows, watching Kira as she slept. Kira's face looks pale as she rests, coughing a bit every once in a while, emitting a soft whimper as she rolls over onto her side. Jacklyn left earilier in the morning to buy soup for Kira, Cole was at school since he didn't catch the illness that Kira did.
"Humans catch viruses easy..", he frowned softly as he gently stroked Kira's cheek, "I must do what I can to ensure that Kira will recover soon..." He gently placed his hand on the young child's forehead, muttering a curse in Cybertronian, "Her internal temperature has not decreased since this morning." Kira subconsiously lifted her right hand, placing it on top of Optimus' hand "O..Opmus..." She seemed to relax as she slept, knowing that Optimus was watching over her. He couldn't help but smile softly, allowing Kira to hold his hand in place, until she removed her own hand, falling into a much deeper sleep.
Optimus felt an even stronger urge, to make sure
DeathThe very thing we all fear,
That scares us all to our very cores.
The thought of losing our family and friends,
The thought of leaving everyone behind.
The pain of losing those close to us,
Who hasn't thought of this and almost cried?
None of us want to lose our family,
None of us want to lose our friends.
But death... No one can beat it,
No one can out-run it.
For we all are destined to die someday,
No matter how much we do not want to believe it.
Another chance..Maybe it's time,
To set what has happened aside,
And offer one last chance,
Despite what has happened in the past.
I'm a fool for holding grudges for so long,
When I should learn to let go and live on.
I've said and done things I regret,
I've seen people do things,
That have hurt myself and others that I cannot change.
It is time to fully forget,
The water that is underneath the bridge,
And give those I hold grudges against...
I've had itI'm sick of being the third wheel,
I'm sick of being ignored,
I'm sick of people saying that they are my friend and care,
when they end up leaving me in the dust and darkness.
I'm sick of all the lies, all the deciet, and I can feel the darkness inside of me growing.
The darkness is getting stronger, the voices are getting louder, I don't know how long I'll be able to stand on the side lines.
I've tried to hide it all away, to look like I'm okay. But the truth is that things are getting worse!
The voices are telling me to kill, the darkness wants to be free, the things that I do won't silence them for much longer.
I do what I can to ignore them, I do what I can to stay calm, but it's not working and everything is going wrong!
Friends ignore me at school or just start going off on me when I vent. Friends online aren't there all the time or when I need them the most.
My family ain't making it better, using me as an emotional punching bag, yelling at me for things that don't need to be st
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
I-it H-hurts...The memories of it all,
The pain, the misery,
All flashing back to me in waves.
Reliving the pain,
Every venom laced word,
All of it.. It hurts.. It hurts..
Not knowing what I can do,
Too afraid to speak up or say anything,
Too afraid of doing something wrong..
Too afraid of being hurt,
Too afraid of hurtful words..
Too afraid of pain..
It hurts... I'm afraid...
I-it hurts... I-I'm terrified... I-IT HURTS!
M-make it all go away... Make it all go away... M-MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY!
T-TAKE AWAY THE MEMORIES,
I DON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE.
TAKE AWAY THE PAIN!
I'm just a frightened, wounded, child on the inside...
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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