A poem for Jeff the KillerWill you ever see me again?More Like This
Will you ever live to see the daylight?
And if you do, will you be there to welcome me?
Of course you won’t
You never have,
You never will.
The sadness inside me is going to kill.
You met me,
I met you.
Your hatred was nothing new.
Long story short:
I loved you,
You forgot me.
I expected an ending that was happy.
The mutant doesn’t get the girl.
He lives to die alone and ill.
Good endings happen in fairy tales.
Reality is brutal.
It truly is cruel.
Love doesn’t last.
Forgetting is fast.
I kill for people to know my pain.
Shall I demonstrate?
Your life is at stake!
You should be more concerned about your current state!
So take the infinite leap.
Your life isn’t something you keep.
Close your eyes,
GO TO SLEEP
Loki x Reader |Understanding|More Like This
Loki was not a happy person.
Currently, and generally, speaking. Mostly because he was currently stuck under the watchful eye of both SHIELD and Thor. Thanks to his past antics, he was forced to deal with reconditioning into a “good guy”, and to do that required training and assistance from SHIELD personnel. ...And Thor.
And the personnel he had to deal with was nothing short of a woman. You. (Name) (Last Name). A level six SHIELD agent with more experience under your belt than Romanoff and Barton combined. Though all your past life stories could never have prepared you for this; Babysitting Loki.
“I still don’t understand why we’re stuck on the same floor.” You grumbled as you sat next to Loki, Tony leaning on the counter across from you both with a smug look on his face.
“Believe it or not, I don’t run a hotel here. The Tower’s not here just to give ten freaks of nature a place to hang out and blow stuff up. As well as drink my li
Loki x Reader |Cat Therapy|More Like This
You had never been more aggravated in your entire life. Which you were fairly certain was expressed as you stormed into the flat, slamming your SHIELD crap on the floor and making a beeline for the bar. Tony smirked, quirking an eyebrow as he downed a shot of whiskey. Pietro looked amused, Bruce looked away, and Steve was the only one (that you noticed), with a hint of concern on his face.
“Guys, set me up with a hard one.” You grumbled, pulling up a barstool and plopping down next to Clint, who just happened to be there, too.
“Rough day?” Tony mused, and you groaned dramatically, dropping your head to your hands.
“The worst day.. of my life.” You mumbled, shaking your head. You still couldn’t believe everything that had happened, and it wasn’t getting better now that you had the opportunity to brood on it. Thor and Loki, who had been sitting and chilling in the living area, had both glanced up at the sound of your voice.
It was hoarse, a
Modern AU! Thranduil x Reader |Braided|More Like This
The sun was drifting lazily among the clouds as (Name) walked into the home of Thranduil. She hummed as she enjoyed the warmth, eying the gorgeous, fluffy clouds that hid behind the huge, lush canopies of the trees. She was on a mission to visit her boyfriend, however, that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the scenery around her, too.
Thranduil’s family was, simply put, loaded. A humongous home, a bright, vibrant yard that stretched for literal miles across the massive estate. (Name) loved to come and visit, sometimes, when she could. She’d invite the rather anti-social boy to come and do things with her, usually out in the world and not in his home. So, whenever she got the opportunity to gawk over it, she always did.
“Excuse me, I’m here to see Thranduil?” She said into the com of the front gate of the wide place. She felt a camera train on her form before the gates opened up, allowing her in to see her lovely man.
And when she says lovely, she
Creepypasta (?): Fanfare for FangirlsCreepypasta (?): Fanfare for FangirlsMore Like This
An eardrum-shattering peal of thunder accompanied a web of lightning as it snaked its forked tongues across the blasted sky. It was a perfect match for the obscene accompaniment occurring 55 000 feet below on terra firma. The pale-skinned pretty-boy and a masked figure wearing a blue hoodie had just jimmied the door of a condemned pharmaceutical store ajar before rushing inside. That in itself wasn’t incredibly odd as far as things went, but these two weren’t druggies, runaways, or drifters. They immediately flung themselves prone on the foul-smelling, grit-covered floor to avoid the line of sight of a passing Alpenview police department vehicle. The one in the blue hoodie then kicked the corner of the door shut as soon as the screaming of the sirens had dimmed away into nothingness.
As the pair spastically scrambled to their feet they took in their surroundings. Expired medications and pill containers littered the floor. The stimulants