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Tony Plays Slender"BRUCE!! I'M BORED!!" Tony Stark's voice echoed through the room. Ever since he had moved in with his boyfriend, Bruce had played the part of entertainer, cook, and all-around caretaker for the spoiled, overgrown toddler that Tony was. He didn't mind. Having someone to care for again, having a reason to get up in the morning, filled him with warm happiness. The kind of giddiness that one associates with a schoolgirl spending time alone with her crush. Bruce poured some creamer into his coffee and walked over to Tony, who was draped lazily on the couch, upside-down.
"Careful, Tony, or all of your blood is gonna rush to your head." No reaction from Tony. "And you'll explode."
"Not until you find me something to doooooooooo."
"Wanna play a video game?"
"I've already beat every game we have."
"How 'bout a new game?"
Bruce grabbed a tablet lying on the nearest coffee table and went to a game review site. The first game he saw was 'Slender.' Is that some sort of weight loss game?<
A New Life: LokixReader Chapter 1It was the beginning of summer and you were ecstatic. You just recently graduated from your last year at high school and decided to take a year off before going to Post-Secondary School. You were smart enough, too smart some say, to get into [Dream University/College], but you wanted to spend time at home and help your parents out at their lab. You glanced outside the living room window to see it off in the distance. It was about a kilometer away. A large dome structure just peaking above the tips of the pine trees that surrounded the area you called home.
“Make a wish!” Your sweet mother cheered, making you look back to the party in front of you.
It was your birthday. Your eighteenth, in fact. You were now a legal adult in the eyes of Canada.
Your face slightly flushed in embarrassment as all of your close friends and parents began singing “Happy Birthday”.
“-And many more!” Your best friend Josie wailed as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder.
His True Kingdom: Part 51: RESCUED (LokixReader)
I just want to say thanks to everyone who's been so patient with me through hard times as well as my writer's block. To everyone who motivated me, and made this chapter possible! Also, thanks to anyone who faves this. Every one of you mean so much to me *hugs*
The sharp pain in your body was something you never felt in your life before and you certainly hoped that it would be the last time you did. The numb feeling covering your muscles was similar to that of the feeling you’d get if you held ice in your hands for too long. It burned your entire being and you grunted as you tried to push your head to the side and listened to the chaos that sprung around you somehow. You were sure you were about to talk to Heimdall and the next thing you remembered was laying on the ground on top of the thin layer of ice that just happened to be there. Your eyes scanned around you almost too quickly to see that everyone that you’ve ever interacted ever since Loki saved yo
His True Kingdom: Part 49: MR. STARK OF ASGARD
You’ve seen how much Loki cared with the way he stared at you after the moment you released him from his misery, even though you already made a mental note to yourself about how indifferent he seemed after Thor’s words and your confession. It was a sting to your soul, yet another knife in your heart that you couldn’t recognize after so many daggers were thrust through it. Was it simply his shock after what’s happened to him or was he actually disappointed in you for some reason? You landed on the familiar entrance where you breathed in fresh air just a little while ago. You almost twirled around yourself with the way you landed. You couldn’t balance yourself because your feelings were pulling your strings around too much. You breathed out deeply and turned around and once more felt like twirling. You jumped back seeing the golden figure of Heimdall and remembered Thor’s remark about him not leaving his spot on the Bifrost other than threatening situa
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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