What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding? Word Count : 645 A/N: Hit me up if I missed any tags guys. Sorry this one is a bit short, I just really wanted to post.
Request: Hi, I was wondering if I could request a dad Tony fic where the reader is dating Peter before he gets his powers and reader is the only one he tells and the only one who knows and fast forward to when Tony discovers Peter is Spiderman (he knew reader and Peter were together) so he’s shook and discovers you knew all along and just some funny Tony stuff sorry that it is extremely confusing (I got carried away so forgot about grammar)
A/N: Sorry it’s so short! I’m not good at writing funny things lol, so I tried! I hope you like it nonnie :)
Sorry if I forgot you! Please let me know if I left you out or if you want to be tagged or removed. (Please let me know what you want to be tagged to) I’m new to this tagging thing haha :)
“(Y/n), babe!” You heard, you groan and turn your back towards the phone that was on speaker. Peter called you at 2:38 in the morning, sounding so awake, when you could barely even lift an eye open.
“There– there was a spider!”
“Peter, just grab a shoe and kill it, it’s too early for this.”
“It bit me!”
“Are you okay?” you ask, suddenly awake, “are you feeling anything weird? What kind of spider did it look like? Did it look poisonous?”
“I’m fine, I’m just scared that there’s more spiders and that they’ll crawl into my mouth when I sleep.” You laugh, Peter was always quite scared of spiders, you would think he’d be more traumatized now that he’s got bitten.
“Do you want to come over? So no spiders would get you in your sleep.”
“Will your dad be okay with it?”
“Yeah, I mean, he’s not here right now. Currently out of the country for some business stuff. I think you’ll be fine.”
“Alright, be there in 10.”
You wake up to an empty bed. Propping yourself up to your elbows, you look around the room, half asleep, looking for your boyfriend.
“Peter?” you called.
“Over here,” you heard from above you. You look up and gasp. Peter was hanging upside down on the ceiling.
“Peter!” you whisper yell, “what are you doing up there? And how are you doing that?”
He falls from the ceiling and lands on your bed, you slightly bounced up from his weight.
“I don’t know! I wake up and then suddenly–”
He jumps onto the ceiling and walks down the sides of your walls like a spider.
You look at him confused, and then remembering last night.
“The spider! This is probably some weird side effect or something.”
You spend the day calling him Spider-Man, and he decided that that should be his superhero name. You laughed at the idea, but it stuck, and now he was famous for it.
Peter spent every night swinging across the city, sometimes taking you with him. Showing you around the city of Queens. You never really seen it much, you usually stay home, all day.
Peter would spend the night, or sometimes even day, saving the city. But sometimes, he would have those days where he doesn’t really have anything to do, and end up helping old ladies get around the busy streets.
One day, your dad saw a video of ‘Spider-Man’ stopping a car from hitting a bus with his bare hands. Of course, it got your dad intrigued, he wanted to find out who Spider-Man was and use him to help beat the old Cap in their little feud.
Your dad, the infamous Tony Stark, found out Spider-Man’s identity, by watching surveillance cameras and finding out where he lives.
Knocking on the door of Spider-Man’s apartment, Tony was shocked to see you answer the door.
“Dad?” you both said simultaneously.
“What are you doing here?” you two say again.
“You know who Spider-Man is?” he asked, a blush creeping up your neck.
“Babe, who is it?” Peter asks, walking up behind you to see who’s at the door.
Tony looked at you confused, then at Peter.
“Oh! Mr. Stark! Come in, come in,” Peter yelled, pushing you slightly to the side to open the door wider, letting your dad in.
As Tony makes himself comfortable on the couch, Peter sits by him, smiling widely, trying to be polite.
“So how are you Mr.Stark?”
“I’m… fine. How bout you, Spidey?”
Peter turned a deep shade of red, almost as red as his suit.
“You heard me.”
“Dad!” you interrupted, “seriously, what are you doing here?”
“I came to meet Spider-Man and ask him to join me in Germany.”
Peter and you silently look at each other and back towards your dad.
“Uhh– well– did ya find him?” you ask, trying to not let Peter’s identity be revealed.
Tony gives you a knowingly look, Peter sighing and throwing his hands up in the air.
“All right! All right! I’m… Spider-Man.” He whispered the last part.
“Oh? You don’t say.” Your dad says sarcastically.
“I can’t believe you knew Spider-Man and didn’t tell me!” He yells at you, his eyebrows slanted and his bottom lip pushed out into a pout, making you cringe.
“Ew dad, don’t make that face. And anyways, you never even asked.”
“So you would’ve told him if he asked!” Peter yells at you.
“No! I wouldn’t”
“You wouldn’t?” Your dad says, pressing his hand to his heart and looking really shocked and hurt.
“No– I– I don’t know!” you said, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
“I can’t believe you knew all along and never told me,” he said, looking away from you, “I’m shook.”
Peter and your face instantly morphs into a disgusted one, body trembling into a full body cringe, at the sight of your dad trying to act cool.
Notice anything different about me? // Shawn Mendes
Can you do an imagine where y/n has her braces taken off and she doesn’t tell him but she’s waiting for him to notice himself? Thank you x
Authors note: Who is the worst at keeping up with her requests? I think its, oh right- its me
“Hey Hun,” Shawn says, placing his wallet on the table and leaning forward to kiss the top of my head. I was sitting at Shawn’s dining table at his apartment, waiting for him to get home from the studio to tell him the good news. After having braces for 18 months, this morning they finally came off.
“Shawn!” I say happily, closing the lid to my laptop and looking at him as he takes a set next to me.
“How was your day?” He asks, grinning back at me.
“Well, it was awesome,” I say, my smile widening.
“Thats great Y/n.” he nods, his phone buzzing as he speaks.
“Yeah..” I trail off, waiting for him to pick up on the difference in my appearance.
He doesn’t look back up at me however, eyes glued to the phone screen as he chuckles quietly. He types something, his fingers moving quickly, then switches it off and turns his attention back on me.
He smiles warmly, his gaze scanning my face. I gaze hopefully at him, the only sound being the hum of the heater.
“You want a coffee?” Shawn asks and my jaw drops.
“Are you kidding me Shawn?” Sarcasm lacing my words.
“Right sorry Hun, I forgot you don’t like coffee- you want a hot chocolate?” He entwines his fingers with my hand that was resting on the table top, thumb stroking my palm gently.
“Do you notice anything different about me Shawn?” I ask, frowning slightly at him.
“Uhh,” He stutters, leaning back in his chair to examine me. His eyes widen. “Shit, you got your braces off.”
I nod, laughing. “I did.”
He reaches out, grabbing my chin with his hand. He pulls my jaw down softly, exposing my brace free teeth.
“Look at you Hun,” He mumbles, tapping the side of my jaw.
“You like?” My voice comes out breathy, Shawn’s touch creating havoc with my emotions.
“You look damn good Y/n,” Shawn tells me, laughing at my flushed cheeks and his hand drops away.
We stare at each other for a moment, Shawn’s gaze flicking from my eyes to my mouth then back up.
“So,” the word falls out of my mouth before I could stop it. My cheeks heat up even more.
“So,” Shawn replies, his arms resting on the table as he leans forward until I could see every fleck of green in his eyes.
“You still want that hot chocolate because I could probably go for one-”
I cut him off. “I can think of something much better.”
“Yeah?” His voice comes out soft and airy.
“Yeah.” I grin, moving closer and pressing my lips to his.
“You’re right.” He mumbles against my lips and I pull back, sending him a questioning glance. “Kissing you is way better then hot chocolate.”
How come Bete didn't see Undyne the Undying Coming and her Determination coming? Can't see see into people's Minds like Frisk's and see everything? GAH YOUR PLOT BOTH GIVES ME LIVE AND MAKES ME ANGRY BECAUSE PLOT HOLES.
Uhh you do realize that what caught bete of guard was the incredible amount of power the undying had right?
When do you even see undyne do anything she did in this fight that she did in game?
I thought you’d see it clearly with the yellow spear.
Remember that betty spawn a shield with akumu, that blocked BOTH sides? She KNEW the yellow spear was supossed to go the OPOSITE direction, but this form of undyne is FAR more powerful and got her off guard in every sense.
When a Prince from another country had his eyes on you
(This probably a little bit different from the other reactions I made before, but please enjoy it :) -Admin D)
Kim Namjoon :
He was talking in the pond with his guest, an emperor from China, Lu han. You were also walking with the court ladies and passing by the pond. You saw Namjoon and decided to say “hi” to him.
“Your Majesty, good morning,” you smiled. Namjoon turned his head and smiled to you, he stood up and pulled your arm slowly, “Emperor Lu, this is my wife. Kim y/n.” You bowed to him, “nice to meet you, Emperor Lu,” you said in mandarin. Lu han didn’t take his eyes from you and Namjoon noticed it.
“I said…she’s my wife. The Queen.”
Kim Seok Jin :
Two of you were invited to a party with Emperor Zitao for friendship dinner, Jin grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with him. You noticed he looked so pissed, “why does your expression look….different?” You asked.
“This guy, he knows I have pretty Queen with me. His intention for this party is you. I won’t let him have a single eyes on you.”
Min Yoongi :
When he noticed one of the Princes tried to flirt with you and you seemed uncomfortable with it, he would be straight forward and told him to back off.
“Don’t disrespect her, she clearly doesn’t like it.” Yoongi would called you to sit beside you. “That’s right, she’s my girl and no one can touch her. Understood?”
Jung Hoseok :
When you got your attention to the prince from another country, Hoseok would feel very jealous and he tried to grabbed your attention. Very childish but also cute because Hoseok would compliment you with your outfit or hairstyle and compliment you how good you are talking with people.
“That’s right, show them what the Jung’s like. We’re receiving spotlight.”
Park Jimin :
He didn’t do anything when the Prince from China, Yi fan, told you about how delicious fried chicken from his place. He would glared at Yi Fan silently and said, “she doesn’t like chicken. She loves fried fish and meat,” he said proudly. You would noticed when he jealous so you stood and sat beside him.
Kim Taehyung :
He’s confidence about you only love him. You are. You would only smile and give a short ‘thank you’ when someone complimented you. Taehyung told the court lady to bring you to your room, “I love you so much, right? You did great today, rest well, princess.”
“Taehyung, I’m a Queen.”
He smirked at you, “but you always be my little princess.”
Lately I’ve been into breath of the wild, and of course that makes me ship Zelink even harder than I ever did before. So I decided to do an experimental drawing that turned into uhh this.
I based this off another picture, unfortunately I do not have a link to it.
Also, does anyone ever get that feeling when you draw something that starts off as shit and then it ends up looking way better than you expected? I didn’t even know I could draw like this but….yeah! Looks like my right hand and my brain surprised me today!
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Reader.
“Stiles, look at the camera!” You giggle, sitting on the ground in front of him.
He looks at you from his spot on the couch and he grins.
“What do I say?”
You shrug and keep the camera focused on Stiles. “Anything.”
He sits up straighter and looks directly into the camera, pointing. “Y/N’s a dork.”
You laugh and shake your head. “Say something nice!”
Stiles repositions himself to look poised. “Y/N is a fashionable young lady.”
You laugh, turning to look at Scott and Lydia as they join in on the laughter.
“Stiles, I’m trying to get footage of senior year! You’ll appreciate this one day!”
Lydia snorts from her spot behind you. “Please, this is footage for your wedding.”
Stiles and you both roll your eyes and look at her. “We aren’t even dating.” Stiles says and you nod in agreement.
“Okay, fine. It’s not footage for your wedding.” Scott pipes up. “It’s to show your kids.” Lydia and Scott sit on the couch laughing as you and Stiles get continually annoyed.
“Scott!” Stiles snaps and Scott’s eyes have a quick flash of understanding before he quiets down.
“Scott say something nice.” You say and you focus the camera in between him and Lydia.
“I have a nice girlfriend..?” Scott holds his hands up in confusion.
“Okay, what about her?” You smile and zoom the camera in on his face, Stiles watching the viewfinder.
“Everything?” He asks and you nod. “Umm…her name’s Kira. She’s…pretty?”
“Scott McCall! You can’t even say nice things about your girlfriend?”
He shrugs. “I can’t help it!” You laugh, shutting the camera off. You finish out the night with teasing and laughter.
The next day you call Stiles, hoping to get some work done on the video just the two of you.
“Come over.” You tell Stiles, cradling the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you grab snacks from the kitchen.
“Are you busy?” He asks.
You wish he could see your eye roll. “Obviously not. I just want to hang out, maybe finish up your interview for the video.”
“I’m at the station with my dad…he says hi.”
“Hi, sheriff!” You yell, hoping he can hear. You hear him saying something to Stiles as you go to your room.
“Dad’s kicking me out so I’ll be right there. Do we have to do the interview today?” He says quietly.
“Stiles, come on! I did a video for Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior year, it’s all been building up!” You sigh.
“Okay, I’ll do it today. I look like a bum though.” You hear him start his car.
“What are you wearing?” You sit on your bed, setting the camera up after putting him on speakerphone.
“A t-shirt, flannel, and sweatpants.” He mumbles.
“Which ones?” You have almost a complete memorization of his closet…which is fair considering how many flannels you’ve stolen from him.
“Uhh, the red ones..why?” He questions.
You mentally cheer as he speaks. The red ones make his butt look great…not that you’re looking or anything. “Just asking.” You grin, glad he can’t see you. “You don’t look like a bum if you’re wearing the red ones.”
“I think I have jeans at your house anyway.” He says and you jump in to save the day.
“Stiles, the video is waist up. You won’t even see your sweatpants.”
“Okay. If you say so. I’m pulling in now.”
“Okay, be right there.” You hang up and go to the front door, letting him in.
“How bad do I look?” He asks as he notices you looking.
“You’re fine. Come on.” You lead him up to your room and to his seat in front of the camera. You sit behind the camera and pull out the list of questions you made.
“Okay, so what’s your name?” You smile at him as he answers. “What grade are you in?”
He drums his fingers on his lap. “I’m a senior.”
You nod. “So, for the last 3 years I’ve asked you who you like. Freshman year it was Lydia, sophomore and junior year you wouldn’t answer.” You raise an eyebrow. “What about this year?”
He smiles very faintly and shakes his head. “No answer.”
You knew he wouldn’t say it was you but you’re still a little sad. You’re distracted for the rest of the interview, not paying much attention to the answers.
“Hey, uh..can we go back to a question? He perks his head up a little.
“Sure, which one?” You look up at him.
“The one about who I like..I uh..I have an answer.” He rubs the back of his neck as color fills his cheeks.
“Go ahead..” You bite your lip.
"It’s..I like Y/F/N Y/L/N. That’s my answer for sophomore and junior year too.”
Your eyes go wide and you drop your questions on the floor. “Stiles…” You whisper and he stands up.
You stand after he does, the two of you walking towards each other.
“You were always my answer to that question.” You say as he places a hand on your waist.
“I don’t know why I never said anything.” He sighs and puts his forehead to yours.
You look at each other for a minute before your lips meet. You close your eyes, wrapping your arms around Stiles’ neck and he pulls you closer. He kisses you passionately, the feeling of warmth surrounding you both. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist as he balances you on the wall.
“Stiles…the camera.” You say softly and he laughs.
“You really mean to capture every moment, don’t you?” He smiles and puts you down.
You turn it off and take apart the tripod. “So…” You grin at him. “Where were we?”
Request: Can you do a Thor x Reader request where she was hit by lightning when he was showing her a trick and it kickstarts powers that were dormant which helps her as an avenger but Thor still feels bad and is really careful around her afterwards.. sorry if I already sent you a request but I’m an idiot and can’t remember 😂❤️ - @cornflax01
Word Count: 1700+
A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACK BITCHES!!! I’m coming off hiatus and exams are nearly over, I only have 3 left and I’ll be all done by Friday evening. I’m so sorry this has taken so long, I actually had most of it done ages ago but I couldn’t get the last bit right.
There was always a party when Thor came back to earth. It was mainly because Steve finally had a store of the only thing that could get him drunk. And, man, would he get drunk. But he wasn’t the only person who was more unsteady then usual. Thor.
You were relatively new to the team so you had never met the blond before. But tonight was a time for one of these parties. According to, we’ll, everyone Thor was a sight to be seen so you made sure you were too.
Your hair was done to perfection, sharp enough cat eye to kill a man and your Cupid’s bow invited anyone to steal a kiss from your lips. Twirling in the mirror, you admired your ensemble when you heard a knock at the door.
‘Y/N’ Wanda’s head popped around the door. ‘Are you decent?’
‘Well it wouldn’t matter now, would it?’ You laugh.
‘I’ve seen you naked before’ she shrugged. ‘I meant for the party, they’ve landed’ stepping into the room, she closed the door and sat on the closest object to her
‘Oh, good- Wait!? When did you see me naked?!’
‘I’m curious about the human body’ she mentioned casually. ‘Come on
Pairing: Steve/Tony Fandom: Marvel Adventures Tags: fluff, humor, costume swap, amnesia
Summary: When Loki decides to wipe Steve and Tony’s memories, the two of them have to figure out their mission - and their identities - for themselves. Notes: For this image square on my stony bingo card:
It was supposed to be their day off, that was the thing. Tony and Steve had plans for a quick game of basketball then a trip to the cinema to see a rerun of Alien, but they’d got word that Loki had been spotted terrorizing citizens in downtown New York by conjuring an army of evil bunny rabbits.
“Come on, Tony, let’s drop by and sort out Loki, then see if we can still make the matinee showing at the cinema.” Steve had turned his most winning smile on Tony, and really, who could resist that?
They almost succeeded in battling through the hordes of vicious fluffy bunny monsters and taking down Loki, but at the last minute he caught them by surprise, summoning thick green vines which burst up from the sidewalk and held them in place.
“Puny mortals,” Loki said smugly. “You only succeed in foiling my plans in the past because of your prior experience, or you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Let’s see how heroic you are without your memories!”
He waved his hands in an elaborate pattern and a burst of golden light flew across the street and hit both of them. Tony felt pain for a moment, and then there was only darkness.
He came around to see a terribly handsome blond man leaning over him, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” the man asked gently.
Tony sat up and looked around in confusion. He wasn’t injured or in pain, but his head felt thick and fuzzy. He tried to remember how he had come to be lying in the middle of the street, but there was nothing, just a blank space in his memory.
“Um. Yes? Sort of? Why can’t I remember anything?”
The blond chewed his lip nervously. “I’m afraid I couldn’t say. I woke up next to you a couple of minutes ago, but I don’t remember anything from before that either.”
Something was nagging at Tony’s attention, and he realized with a start that it was because his movements felt heavy and difficult to control. There was some kind of plate over his face which he flicked up, and he looked down to realise that he was wearing, of all things, a shiny bright red and gold suit of armor. Huh.
He looked back at the blond man, and noted that his outfit was pretty unusual too. Chainmail over a blue body suit that was, uhh, rather tightly fitted, with red and white stripes round the middle and a big white star on the front. There was a cowl attached to the suit which he had pushed back to reveal dreamy blue eyes, and the ensemble was finished off with bright red boots and gloves.
Was that an… American flag themed outfit? Jesus. Tony hoped he hadn’t been rescued by a passionate Trump supporter. That was unlikely to end well.