Loki x Reader : Chapter 19 - ConfrontingHe stood back straight, gazing down at you from his taller height. His eyes betrayed his mischievous demeanour, showing how truly, tucked away where he would never reveal it to anyone except – and very rarely – to himself, was sadness. If it wasn’t for the love you had for him, you probably would’ve been less concerned, and more afraid that perhaps the man staying in your home was psychologically damaged and was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to kill you. Maybe. But you wouldn’t know, because at that moment your heart was being dragged is many directions; your head telling it that he’s just still playing his tricks, but your heart demanded to make its own decisions, because this man – this God before you was damaged, and just needed to be reassured that he’s not mad.Loki x Reader : Chapter 19 - Confronting2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thinking back to when he stayed with you, you remembered him telling you that he was robbed of the truth, and fed lies for years about his true parentage. Perhaps t
A Clever Trick [Loki x Reader] (Part 1)A Clever Trick [Loki x Reader] (Part 1)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Inevitably, you do wake up in the morning, but not to what you would expect. Something soft is nudging and poking at your face, and you groan, "C'mon mom, it's Sunday, just lemme sleep in." The prodding doesn't stop though, and you blink your sleepy eyes open to discover with a start a black cat looking down on you with large, emerald eyes. Your own [e/c] eyes flick to the window - still open, of course - and back to the sleek cat, which is now watching you intently.
"Uh… hello there," you say. It simply stares at you. "Do uh… did you want someplace to keep warm? It's pretty cold out…" At that, the creature meows at you, and you answer back, "Well okay, little guy. I guess you can stay then." You leave the window open so if it wants it can still leave whenever it pleases, but you lift up your blanket in an offer to cuddle. It complies, slinking into the warm canopy and circling for a minute before s
Sherlock x Reader Chapter 3You spent the entire journey staring at the road and ignore the silent conversation that was taking place between John and Sherlock. When the taxi finally stopped outside a modern block of apartments Sherlock leaped out without thanking the taxi drivers, leaving both you and John to thank him profusely.Sherlock x Reader Chapter 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Black and yellow tape marked out the police perimeter and Sherlock stood next to it whilst arguing loudly with an attending officer. A scowl formed on his face and he muttered to himself, you were pretty sure the word idiot passed over his lips more than once. Both you and John walked up to the sulking older man whose attention was firmly fixed on the retreating officer. When he felt that the interfering man was out of the way he ducked under the police tape and merely gestured for the pair of you to follow before he dashed into the building via the front door.
Before you could talk yourself out of following you copied Sherlock’s actions and a minute or so later found yourself in
A Very Fandom Christmas (Loki x Reader)December 24thA Very Fandom Christmas (Loki x Reader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
‘Loki, I swear to god, if you touch my Christmas tree one more time I’m going to backhand you.’
You put up and decorated your beautifully pine-scented Christmas tree for the fourth time this December. Of course, you’d originally put it up on the final weekend of November, ready to let the Christmas feel build throughout December. However, a certain Norse god decided that it was bright and different and “unsightly”, and got rid of it with a flick of his wrist. His emerald magic dancing around it as it faded to nothing.
You remembered the moment clearly,
November 30th, you had just finished helping Pepper out with some annual Christmas Gala that Tony was invited to host this year, when you arrived home to find your tree gone. ‘I swear I put the tree up…’ You mumbled to yourself, a frown on your face. ‘Loki?’
‘Hello, [Name].’ He greeted you, walking down the stairs with a smile on his fac
Silent insanity (CiceroXReader)"Do you understand?"Silent insanity (CiceroXReader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you even listening to me!?"
Once more you replied with "..." but gave a small nod of the head.
You moved swiftly past Astrid and into the sanctuary, up the stairs and into The Night Mothers room. You took a seat and removed your cowl.
"Good evening, mother." You poured yourself a tankard of wine, holding it up. "A toast to you and lord Sithis, mother. To another kill on the morrow."
You were silent at all moments of the day, kept your face covered and shied away from the others. You only spoke when it was necessary and mumbled around Astrid. "Damned fake mother...believing she has authority over you. How does one possibly believe in the void yet disrespect the unholy matron?" You sipped at the smooth alcoholic beverage, unknown to you, you were being watched.
This was the most you've spoken all week and it was clear that Astrid bugged you. "I'm sorry mother, I probably shouldn't complain." You shook your head. "I just have an issue with ho
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 17Dammit, you shouldn’t have gone out in the cold without a jacket. There were dark grey clouds that stretched out as far as you could see, and barely any sun shone through their thick bodies. It wasn’t long before it began pouring, completely soaking you and any other person who was unlucky enough to forget their umbrella. Your (h/l) stuck uncomfortably to your face and you shivered as the cold passed through your form.Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 172 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Excuse me,” someone muttered from behind you in a voice that you could’ve sworn you’ve heard before, but you couldn’t figure out who it was. The man held his umbrella over you, the loud pattering of rain heard from above. When you spun around, you found the man to whom the voice belonged. He was young, around Sherlock’s age, and wore a light shirt and an unbuttoned red cardigan hugged his form. His dark hair was disheveled, but not in any way unattractive.
“Um, sorry, you probably want to get by,” you apologize
The Most Precious Listener “... Listener... Listener...”The Most Precious Listener3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The owner of the voice bent closer to you, so that his nose was nearly touching your ear... And it spoke in a way that was intended to sound like whispering... But it was not.
“LISTENER... This is SACRILIGE-”
“NO!” you finally snapped, sending the keeper to send his head back against the wall. “Cicero...” you said in a huff of long-held breath. “It'd be sacrilege if there was a dead body in here.”
Currently; the only thing wrong about this situation was that it was you and Cicero were bound and crammed into a small wooden coffin, somewhere, being jostled around by a cart- going only where SITHIS knows where.
Though, you could be more thankful. There was a board missing from Cicero's side of the coffin, making it both easy to breathe, and giving you a relatively usable source of light
you're mine now part 2 you're mine nowyou're mine now part 23 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter two. what do you want with me
Taken back by the kiss, you seem to want to resist but you finally gave was surprisingly a good kisser even with his wounds; it seemed like the kiss lasted forever but he eventually pulled finally stood up and went to untie you "don't try anything funny unless you wanna take a nap".Once untied you rubbed your sore arms and stood up "where am I and why am I here" you ask; a hint of fear in your voice, he grins "you're in my basement you see, I've followed you for a while now; I found you online obsessing over my work, you seemed really cocky on those forums you posted on." "You really seemed to have a sadistic and dominant personality online; you had some really gruesome ways you wanted to kill her". Jeff pointed toward the girl "she is why you're here,she is what separates you from a regular victim" you just stare at him a look of confusion on your face "how so?". Jeff casually leaned against a nearby wal
Untitled As YetI am yesterday and tomorrow, but somehow never quite today. I live in a cabin just out of town and face East in my garden when the sun sets. I listen to reggae and Bach and read the leaves in my tea cup, even though they tell me nothing. I eat pickles from the jar and dry Cheerios, and sometimes I go down to the creek to spear fish and bake them over an open fire. I wear musty scarves and poodle skirts and never take my umbrella when I walk in the rain.Untitled As Yet5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And when I pray for a lover, I pray for a lover who was raised by librarians and who paints eggshells on a Sunday morning. A lover who reads Keats upside down and who can balance a drumstick on their nose. A lover who smells like horses and fresh grass and vanilla and who combs their hair at 8:22 each morning. A lover who knows the name of every Danish king and how to bake a perfect souffle.
If there really is no such lover, so the better, for then I will never again die of a broken heart.
I Call Him CompulsionThree. Four. Five. I like five; it feels complete. Okay, one more time. SixI Call Him Compulsion4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How long does it take to get a glass of water?" my husband calls from the living room.
"Sorry, I'm coming." I resist the urge to rinse the glass a few more times. Cleanliness is not a factorit's the numbers. The completion. The habit. I take a sip of my water and force myself to stop asking if I should just run the water one more time.
I join Sam in the living room and sit in my usual spot: the center recliner. He always lies on the couch to watch TV. It works.
He hits the play button, and we watch ten minutes of reality before the demon sneaks into my mind again. This time I see fire. It sparks from the dryer, blisters the walls, and rushes tsunami-like towards my son's room. It licks at my daughter's curtains.
I see them lying in their beds, unaware of the destruction. I see walls of flame keeping me from them.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I say. Sam pauses the show. The beast in
Dirk x Reader - Epic Sax GuyYou finished fixing your [h/c] locks in the mirror, making sure you looked okay. You had on your favorite sparkly [f/c] dress and heels to match. You didn’t exactly want to look nice, but you had to. You promised Jane, Roxy, and Jake that you would look your best for the concert. The only reason you were going is because you wanted to meet their best friend who they talked about so much and loved so dearly. You just wanted to see if all the things they had said were true.Dirk x Reader - Epic Sax Guy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jane burst into the bathroom. “C’mon [Name], it’s almost time to go! Don’t make me get Jake to come and drag you to the car.” Jane wasn’t one for being late. You sighed, set your brush on the bathroom counter, and walked out with your friend.
The two of you walked to the car and each jumped in the backseat. Jake was driving and Roxy was sitting on the passenger’s side in the front.
“Oh, I’m so excited to see Dirk!” Jane grinned. “Sorry for rushing
PilkunnussijaHere's what I think:Pilkunnussija3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a certain joy in not doing this face-to-face. For one, I don't have to leave my apartment and I have the quiet company of my goldfish and my goldfish alone. (I don't like people, which is why I love books. You can understand that.) For another, I don't have to see your presumably crestfallen and injured attitude when I tear apart the prose you cried and bled and sweated over for weary nights on end. But really the best parts are those uninterrupted hours alone with your manuscript and the shred of you that lies inside. It's a small shred, but an important one. It's the one that tells me who you are and what you think and how you feel and I never have to look at you and be disappointed when the real thing doesn't come up to scratch. As I sit there, un-tensing and re-tensing and tense-shifting and shift-entering (and damn it, wishing English were like German so I could get rid of those clunky space-wasting n-dashes--oh, damn there they are again) I feel li
The Plan"So they're not coming?" Zach asked, frowning a little as Holly came back into the living room of their apartment. She shook her head.The Plan5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zach had been told that their friends were coming over for the evening. Holly had ordered some Chinese takeout and they were supposed to watch a movie. But one of the couple had fallen ill and so they both weren't coming. This left Holly and Zach with enough food for four people.
What he didn't realize was that ever since the night he had come home full on pizza and beer Holly had been trying to use every excuse to catch him with a full belly again. She started cooking more, which Zach said he appreciated and he usually ate his fill, sometimes rubbing a slightly swollen belly afterwards but never asked her to rub it for him. The most she had gotten was to rest a hand on it as they watched tv, but she wanted more than that. Her curiosity was peaked about this and she wanted to see if it could be taken anywhere.
She just hoped her plan for tonight worked
damn that woman"You don't get it, do you? I'm dating your goddamn production, apparently!" She is a whirlwind of impeccably dressed, green-eyed fury. She is Juliet Smith, one of the most prominent artists of the twenty-first century, and she is tearing up their apartment and his emotional stability all at once.damn that woman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looks good, she always does. But standing in the doorway of their apartment in her trench coat God damn, she's never been so gorgeous. Anger does something to her, and he hates himself for loving it so much.
She watches him for a moment, looks him up and down clinically, likely trying to decide why he isn't begging.
"Where are you going?" he asks, finally.
"I don't know, and I sure as hell won't be telling you," she says calmly. "I'm going anywhere I goddamn please. I always planned to travel, and I never did, because I was so fucking happy with you." She pauses and the green of her eyes intensifies further. "So that's what I'm going to do now. Travel and make art. Maybe I'll
What She WantsJust suck in. Just suck it in. These fit the last time you wore them.What She Wants5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Damn it," he grunted, attempting to get the button in his jeans to reach the hole. He would be the first person to admit he gained some weight, but he hadn't thought it was this much. Zach's belly rounded out slightly, but it was enough to make his usually well fitting jeans a little less well fitting.
"What did you say?" Holly called from the bathroom as she was doing her hair.
Zach hesitated for a moment before speaking. "N-Nothing. I was just..." but before he could finish, Holly appeared in the bedroom, hair clipped up on the top of her head. She took one look at his unbuttoned pants and his belly that pushed out ever so slightly.
"Lie down and then try to do the button," Holly told him, pushing him back onto the bed. Sure enough, he managed to get the ends to meet and do up his pants. Sitting up was a little uncomfortable, but at least his pants were fastened.
"I need to st
Needs ConvincingGoing out with the boys tonight might have been a mistake. Not so much going to the bar with his buddies, that had all be a lot of fun. However, after a few drinks and someone else paying for the food, he had packed away his fair share of food.Needs Convincing5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zach shuffled through the door of his apartment, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it on the hook by the door. He ditched his keys on the counter as he walked through the kitchen and into the living room. It was then he collapsed onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. A light hiccough escaped his lips and he brought a hand to his stomach.
He was a generally slim but fit guy standing at about six feet tall. He worked out once a week and he usually ate pretty well. However, his usually flat stomach was nowhere in sight. His stomach was bloated and distended, full of pizza and beer. It was digesting loudly, churning and gurgling consistently.
With a soft groan he reached down and undid his belt and popped the button on his jeans. His sto
Orchid BalletFairy-like flowers dance on delicate stalksOrchid Ballet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Six word stories: -fork-Two paths...one choice...wrong one.Six word stories: -fork-5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My WinterCardinals willMy Winter7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
from the branches like
and the sky will turn to smoke.
The ground crunches under your feet and its
Almost as if you could
across the ice.
Brandished behind screens of glass
are fists of ivory
They are covered in scratches and
from the dark like magnolia blossoms.
your teeth leave different scarswhat they didn't tell me--your teeth leave different scars3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the amnesiac is
61.8% water &
on watching the night
close its eyes on you,
I only know beauty;
maybe Anne Sexton was on to something
& for the woman shamed,
arise and breathe. Seabones
with taciturn eyes
after we lost him:
mermaid thirst for
Your virginity is like an envelope,
a lover's observations on
post-it notes, cupping rice
always, and always.
Pillow Fight (Tom Hiddleston X Reader)Pillow Fight (Tom Hiddleston X Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You laughed uncontrollably as you watched your boyfriend’s interview. The interviewer had dared him to dance, and he was now jumping around like an excited child. He then switched to moving his hips rapidly in a circling motion, and you burst into a fresh fit of giggles. After that, Tom did the robot, then he “vogued”, all of which amused you greatly. After that, Tom pop and locked, before ending with gangnam style.
You laughed so hard that Tom came out of the bathroom where he had been showering, and into the living room to make sure you were okay.
“I-I’m fine.” You managed to get out between laughter as the video finished. Tom glanced over your shoulder at your laptop and saw that you were watching his interview, and understanding blossomed on his face. With a smirk, he grabbed a pillow from the couch, where you were currently residing, and proceeded to whack you on the head with it.
You let out a shriek and practically threw your laptop on
Loki x Reader_________ made her way up the dark halls to her bedroom, making sure to pass Clint's room quietly as she ascended the stairs. She glanced at the clock and it read 2:47 am in glowing cobalt.Loki x Reader2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Most of the Avengers, if not all, had already gone to sleep. She padded up the stairs, all the way to the top, where she shared the floor with the infamous Loki of Asgard.
She heard his frantic pacing before she even got close to their rooms.
"_________," he snapped, his tone icy. Even now, he was trapped behind glass. He slammed his palm against the cold sheen of gloss. "Where have you been dallying?"
"I made myself tea and did some work."
"You are supposed to be in your quarters by midnight every night," he said, crossing his arms.
"This is the Avengers Tower. You think we follow any of the rules Tony made up? Tony doesn't follow his own rules," she snorted.
Loki stepped back from the glass, obviously thinking of something to retort with.
"Why do you care anyways?" she asked, sipping h