Want some Monster? (Avengers xHyper!Reader)More Like This
"Hey (Y/n)! Want some monster?"
"Hmm?" You looked up from your book, slightly annoyed. This was the fifth time you were interrupted.
The first time Loki and Thor wanted your opinion on who was better looking. Then Steve wanted to know what Nintendo was. Natasha misplaced her keys to something and demanded you move so she could check if it was in the couch. And Clint kept running in the room flapping his arms and screaming "Caw caw motherfucker" at you. His words sounded a bit slurred so you assumed he was drunk.
Bruce was the only one who had enough respect for you to know not to interrupt while you were reading.
"Want some monster? The energy drink? My version of course, it's supposed to give you three times as much energy." Tony said, tossing you a unlabeled bottle.
"No thanks" You said holding it out to him.
"Aw why not?" He whined.
You rolled your eyes. "I swear you have the maturity of a five year old if not younger. Because I don't trust you that's why"
"What if I take it too?"
Soul Eater Evans x Reader - Drawings You trudged through the halls of the DWMA in your favourite pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and a graphic tee. You had your head buried in your sketchbook, doodling a picture of a fox. It was only your first day and already people were making fun of you. Your mother had been a witch, so you had some magical power in you as well. However, the only thing you could do (that you could figure out, anyway) was turn into your animal – a fox. The kids at school bullied you about it, calling you evil and a dirty animal. You weren't, obviously, if Lord Death had let you attend here. Your soul was purple-ish blue with fox ears etched on it. It was because of your father that you had a blue human soul with a purple tint. He had been practically a saint, which overrode the so-called “evil” genes of the witch mostly. You still had witch in you, of course, it would've been impossible to completely drive it out. And yet, the kids still hated you.More Like This
“So immature,” you m
Love is nothing but a joke.Love is nothing but a joke. By MoosseMore Like This
Some say that love is an escape from the true world. Falling asleep next to the one you adore. Kissing them, hugging them, caring for them. It takes them away all pink and red filled with hearts and rainbows or some other cheesy shit. I find love to be pure bullshit. Love is another world. Falling asleep nest to the one you adore just to see him get up and leave from a one-night stand. Kissing them, Hugging them, Caring for them is just another understatement. Once you have been doing that sappy shit, it gets old and he/she will leave you for someone new. It takes me away all blue and purple. Sometimes red. Filled with bruises and bites. Kicks and punches. It only sometimes turns red when they beat me hard enough to cause me to bleed. That's how I see love. A Lake of tears. Ocean of regrets. Vow's of lost and Emptiness in my heart.
My Phone. (Trigger Warning)My Phone. (Trigger Warning)More Like This
By Moosse <3
I was the quiet one. Never really liked to talk to other people. I liked being alone. So I began to shut people out and create my own world. This particular day at school was the worst. It was the day that everything went downhill.
So like usual, I would walk into my school, go to my locker, get my things and start my day. I always kept my phone on me. At lunch, I was hanging out with my small group of friends. Sometimes bursting out with laughter or muttering something funny. Until one of my friends decided to say something to me. "Why the hell are you so quiet? You also look emo or something. What's going on?" That's what triggered me. Those tiny little words triggered me. The thoughts of the nagging at home. "YOUR A DESCRACE TO THIS FAMILY. LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! YOUR FATHER LEFT BECAUSE OF YOU. I HATE YOU!" These were the words of my mother. I always keep my phone on me.
I ran into the bathroom, clutching my phone. There were a group of
GONE~ A Snund FanFiction.By: MoosseMore Like This
During Late Night with Cry and Russ, Jund was very quiet. No smart remarks or anything. Just silence. I knew something was up.
After the stream, I tried to talk to him when everyone left the call. "What is wrong with you?" I asked. "Nothing" "You're lying". He paused for a second. "Nothing is wrong with me Snake. Okay?" I still didn't take it. I fucking knew something was wrong but i thought i would just leave it alone. "Alright. Goodnight" I said as i hung up. I was frustrated. So fucking frustrated at the fact he wouldn't tell me why. This little shit couldn't puck up the courage to just... i don't know, tell me?
The next day, i went over to his house. As i was pulling up, i noticed the front door was open. I stepped out of the car and walked up to the porch step. "Jund?" i called. Nothing. I noticed everything was tossed on the floor but he was no where in sight. The trail of clothes and other random things traced back down the hallway into his room. I followed th
SLeNdeRMore Like This
Born from shadows, without heart nor eyes
Within the darkness, fresh bodies lie
Cold and white, just like their killer
Who stands tall, like a stiff stone pillar
He leaves his notes, which tell his story
Little do we know, we're just his quarry
There's no escaping this slim man's grasp
It's comparable to a thick steel clasp
Which locks you into eternal darkness
When it comes to death, he's quite the artist
The forest at night is his hunting ground
Where he roams and stares, his mind unsound
He knows you're there, even without sight
And in his forest, you're merely a blight
So run and run far from that dark place
And don't slow down, it's your life he'll chase
I hear there's a girl trying to find and defeat
This man once and for all, an impossible feat
So if she goes, don't try to fend her
From her dark quest, 'cause her reward will end her
However it doesn't matter your size or gender
Because if he finds you, then you'll find Slender