Request: Avengers x reader request? Tony,
being known for his impulsive choices adopts a 14 yr old girl. She’s got the
innocent girl next door look but she’s a complete devil. Nat loves her, Clint
is afraid of her and Loki, Bucky and Sam are her partners in crime for evil
pranks. All is well until she pulls a prank on Bruce and he hulks out. But even
Hulk falls under her innocent spell and can’t seem to do anything to her.
You knew you were being adopted, but you had no idea who it
was till they came to pick you up. So when a limousine pulled up, you were
surprised to say the least, especially when Tony Stark got out the car.
Okay. Can we all just stop for a second and admire the Thor: Ragnorak Teaser Trailer that was released yesterday?
I love Loki. I’m pretty sure everyone in the world does, too, but if any of you guys know me at all, you would know I’ve been obsessing over Tom Hiddleston for about three years. I thought it went away over the summer, but apparently not. The feeling of giddy excitement of just seeing him on screen is undeniably still there. It didn’t matter if he appeared for a total of three seconds in the trailer, I gushed when I saw him.
Back to the actual trailer, it was awesome. Cate Blanchett looks absolutely epic in her outfit and the helmet-hat-thing. She looked even more amazing when she obliterated Mjolnir. That was a great shot. You know what else was a great shot? The head turning shot when the music really kicked in. I don’t know why, but that one second of footage along with perfectly timed music just makes me so happy.
Thor’s hair is probably the most talked about thing about this other than maybe the Hulk appearing in this movie. He looks hot with anything. That’s absolutely undeniable, but I want a dramatic scene mourning for the loss of his hair. It’s supposed to have a lot comedic elements to it, right? Then I want a Thor whining and moaning about how they cut all his hair off. I’m just saying, it seems like Thor is the type of guy who values his appearance very much, so it would be logical for him to care about his hair just as much as we do.
A story about Nesta finding out Cassian is her mate all on her own.
Feyre is still at the Spring Court, and Rhys is
preparing his armies for the war with Hybern. Cassian, whose wings have just
been healed, returns to oversee his warriors. Nesta joins him to learn more
about the unnatural strength her new fae body is harboring.
Dangerous. It was the only word Nesta could
find when she looked at Cassian. He was utterly, horribly dangerous.
been in this Illyrian War Camp for three weeks now- three weeks, in which she
had been subjected to dehumanizing, outrageous circumstances, to brutal fights
between soldiers, to foul words she had never even heard before, to blood, to
taken her months to accept Cassian’s offer to come here. Months in which she
had to adjust to her new and strange body, to all the new sounds she could hear
and to this sudden strength in her bones. Elain, her darling sister, struggled
with her new found powers as well- but she dealt with it much better than
was not here in the Illyrian Camp. She was in Velaris, where Amren- that
strange, dangerous creature Nesta avoided as best as she could- had offered Elain
to train her personally. Rhys had looked like he had seen a ghost when Amren
had approached Elain; from what he told Nesta afterwards, such a thing had
never happened before. And now her gentle sister and that beast in fae form
disappeared into the mountains all day long and never talked about what exactly
they did. The rest of the time, Elain dreamt of her mate- the red- haired one,
Lucien- and asked questions all day long. Did anybody know him? Had anybody
talked to him? How did it work, the mating bond? Was he hurt? Was he sad? The
day Mor finally told her the story of his lover’s death and the part Lucien’s
family played in it, Elain closed herself in her rooms all day and refused to
as it seemed, had her faraway mate. The mating bond was a gift of the cauldron,
Rhys had said.
Nesta had was rage. Sometimes it was hot and bright; other times, it grew
frosty and hard, and then there were days were she practically swam in it, all
liquid and sticky and disgusting. She had broken two vases on accident, had
punched through a door when she only wanted to knock. She had passed her days
in the marble halls of the House of Wind and felt nothing, tired and
all the time, something in the back of her mind tried to tell her something. It
was like searching for a name she had forgotten, the answer to a question that Nesta
had been asking for a long time…it was on the tip of her tongue, that something, but she pushed it back on
purpose, shut her feelings of, and tried to never think about it.
finally, there was Cassian. Dangerous, handsome Cassian. Not just because of
his hulking size, the wild hair, his loud laugh and brutish grin; no, he was
dangerous because he got under Nesta’s skin like no one ever had before. He was
dangerous because around him, being fae suddenly didn’t seem so bad anymore. Because
he was the only one who got a smile out of her with his impossible remarks, his
should come to the War Camps with me”, he had said one day, after she had
shattered a plate on accident. “You are not used to your strength. You need to
rather drown myself in misery than being trained by you”, she had hissed back. He
had shot her a hard glance. “Aren’t you doing that already?”
had agreed. And now she was here, in this camp full of fae. A sense of pure
power, brutality, wildness lay over everything- and Nesta liked it. She wouldn’t
ever admit that. But she liked it.
rage inside her…every punch, every cut made it go away. For the first time in
her life, she did not have to worry. For the first time in her life, she felt
strong and powerful. It had always been Feyre,
the skilled one, the brave one. She, Nesta, had closed herself off, had tried
to protect Elain by building a wall around herself. And that wall had been
there because she knew that without it, she was nothing. She had nothing. The
only day she had ever physically fought somebody
had been that day with Thomas…
now? Now she was standing in a pile of mud, a sword in her trembling arm, and
watched Cassian stalk in her direction, ready to strike again. He looked like a
War Lord- which, technically, he was- and there was nothing merciful in his
eyes. Only the cold intent to hurt her. To test her strengths, her weaknesses.
Nesta was not afraid. Because she knew that she could fight back.
roared and stormed towards her, and she met him in the middle of the fighting
pit with equal eagerness and then it was all swords and clashing and muscles
and sweat. Something else glittered in Cassian’s eyes when she brought her
sword down without restraint. It almost looked like pride.
he panted. “Very good.”
talk”, she snarled, but a small part of her reveled in the compliment.
blow to her sword made her loosen the grip on its hilt. Another blow- she lost
the grip. The sword slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground. Nesta
stumbled back, trying to catch her breath. She had to think. Fast. She still
had a small dagger- but that would do no good against Cassian’s blade. And if
she tried to pick her sword up again, he’d have her on the ground in seconds.
cocked his head. What are you going to do
now?, he asked- no, of course he didn’t ask, he hadn’t even opened his
mouth- but Nesta was sure that that was what he was saying. She somehow just
brute”, she snarled. When everything else failed, she could still insult him.
“You better not come any closer.”
not exactly in a position to make demands, darling.” He sounded out of breath.
Darling. Cassian knew that term got her
blood boiling. He’d used it in almost every sentence when she refused to talk
to anyone back in Velaris, not to Mor, not to Rhys. Only he had gotten a
response out of her, with his infuriating, mocking darling.
her fists. “Throw your blade away and let’s find out who gets to make demands.
Or are you afraid of a challenge?”
smile spread across Cassian’s face. “You want a fist fight?”
course, challenging Cassian to a fist fight was a ridiculous thing to do. Nesta
had seen him in hand-to-hand combat with other soldiers, and he was merciless.
No one ever left the ring without a couple bruises. Every now and then, there
even was a broken rib. And Nesta was untrained, unpracticed.
would rather accept a few bruises than admit that she had lost.
did not waste a second. Without warning, he let his blade fall and darted
forward. She dodged out of the way- her heart was racing again, survival
instincts taking over- but he had anticipated that move, grabbing her around
the hips with both arms and slamming her to the ground. She landed right in the
mud. His weight pushed down on her- she’d never get him off her like that-
she could. Nesta smiled grimly. There
was strength in her she had not yet tested. So she grabbed his shoulders and
just pushed as hard as she could- put
all the resting rage, all the resting hate into her arms- and suddenly Cassian flew
through the air and landed on his back a few feet away. The disbelief on his
face when he propped himself up on his elbows almost made Nesta laugh.
scrambled to her feet. Her sword was still lying in the dirt- she picked it up
and directed at at Cassian. “What are you
going to do now?”, she asked.
was was the stone-cold warrior, the icy commander. “I thought this was a fist
fight”, Cassian remarked, all playfulness and teasing. “You’re playing dirty.”
“You threw away your sword when you had
the advantage”, Nesta told him. “I’m not forced to make the same mistake. There
are no rules here.”
are never rules with you, are there, Nesta?” Something strange was in his
voice- like he was talking to an adored pet, a beloved old friend, someone he
couldn’t ever get tired of- someone he-
swallowed hard, pushing these thoughts and images away from her. She had no
idea where they were coming from or why, but she had to stop pretending that she
was inside Cassian’s head- had to stop turning his words over and over in her
tired”, she said. “Let’s end this. I’ve won.”
rubbed his chin. “Are you really?”
you really tired? I think you could keep fighting like this for hours, if you
are you talking about?”, she hurled at him. “I told you I’m done.”
on, Nesta darling.” He jumped to his feet. “You just almost knocked me out. I
am an Illyrian warrior. I have been trained in combat for five hundred years.
I’ve fought in wars against unspeakable foes, I’ve battled the best warriors
under the sky. And you- a new, untrained, little thing- you had me on the
ground after a few moments.”
turned away. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say”, she said.
stormed after her, grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. “You know exactly what I’m trying to say”, he said.
“The cauldron gave you more than he gave your sister. You are stronger than
anyone I know. You might be stronger than me.”
narrowed her eyes. “I don’t care.”
don’t care?” Cassian looked like he
might go out of his mind. “I saw the smile right on your face before you pushed
me! You loved using your full strength. Usually, when I have someone pinned
down, they have no business grinning.”
imagine that all those poor females who were unfortunate enough to find
themselves pinned down beneath you
rather regret their life decisions”, Nesta scoffed. “I certainly would.”
Cassian laughed quietly and moved closer to her- so close she felt his breath
tickling her cheeks. “If I had you pinned
down, Nesta, I’d make very sure that you were not grinning. Because I’d rather have
you busy moaning and begging throughout it all.”
held his gaze without blinking. “Might I remind you that just seconds ago, you had me pinned down and ended up on your
eyes crinkled. “I’m open to all options.”
are impossible”, she breathed. And broke his gaze. For some reason, the whole
conversation had changed- as had the look in his eyes. So soft and…caring. Even
when they bantered back and forth. And if he kept looking at her like that…she
didn’t even know herself what she’d do.
only knew that that something in the
back of her head, that thing she had
been trying to push away ever since she had met Cassian started to pulse,
growing brighter and brighter by the second.
end, she did continued training with him for several hours, even though she was
sure that Cassian was needed elsewhere. How he was able to carve so much time
out of his schedule for her, with the threat of Hybern looming over them, she
didn’t know…but then again, she was glad for it. Because he’d been right, of
course- the prick was right. She did like
being strong. Around Cassian, she didn’t feel like a freak. Around him, being
herself was almost too easy. He looked past her walls; made her forget herself
and snarl things she’d never say to anybody else.
felt right. Like she belonged. Not
really to Velaris, to the Inner Circle and the Court of Dreams…but here, into
this camp. Into this landscape of mountains and wild forest. She felt…happy. Nesta
stumbled over that word, because it had never been one she had concerned
herself with much. But here, where she could be herself, where she was with
it was because of the the unapologetic way Cassian lived, entirely at peace
with himself and his actions- they way he never seemed to question himself, the
way he carried himself, every inch the commander of Rhys’ armies. Maybe Nesta
felt so drawn to him because she was utterly unapologetic either. She understood
something in her softened, that part she had long buried deep under a thick
wall of ice. Suddenly demanding to be heard.
Intellectually, I know this is to create a contrast with his look in Age of Ultron, but part of me is crying for those curls at the back of his neck that Natasha runs her fingers through. (Credit to the folks who made the gifs.)
Prompt based on Zootopia.. Stiles is a wee bunny rabbit come to the city to
follow his dreeeeams. Derek is, well, the grumpy wolf next door. (alive Hales
for my mental health a bonus!) <3
this is basically none of that at all, sorry. Instead, have a 6k werebunny!Stiles
season 1-ish au where they’re all adults and Peter’s still an inappropriate
murderous creep. Enjoy!
throws open his back door and breathes in the fresh spring air. His house is a
mess of boxes and bags, making the rooms seem even smaller than they actually
are. The thing is, though, Stiles didn’t buy the house for the house. A tiny bit of a thing with a narrow,
cramped kitchen, postage stamp den, two measly bedrooms at the top of the
stairs and a bathroom where Stiles can basically wash his hands from the shower
stall, if he really wanted to.
bought this house for the outside.
solid wooden fence around the backyard, a moderately sized, flat piece of
square land. Instead of grass, a flagstone path winds in between wild, tangled
gardens, knock-out roses, towering crape myrtles, foxglove, bluebeard,
hydrangea, overgrown ornamental grasses—weeds and wildflowers fill in all the
spaces in between, and Stiles doesn’t plan on doing a single thing about any of
them. The yard is fantastic, it’s wonderful;
he can’t wait to strip out of his skin and make a burrow.
slightly concerning thing is the big waft of canine, predator, he’s getting from his immediate neighbor on the
left that he hadn’t scented before, but, hey, that’s what the fence is for.
He’s got nothing to worry about.
doggy door already installed on the backdoor that swings off the kitchen. It’s
big, four times the size Stiles really needs, but it lets him hop in and out
without getting naked for all the world to see. Not like he minds, really, but
he’d like to have a few months of peace before he starts freaking out the
neighbors. He’s not worried about the rabbit thing. The human mind has a huge
capacity for rationalization. He’s pretty sure Mrs. Crawford on his right is
just going to think he’s an exhibitionist with a cute butt.
left, he still has the mystery house. He’d think it was empty except for the
lights that pop on after dark.
at the fence on that side curiously, scenting the territory line, ignoring all
the KEEP OUT markers—it’s his side of
the fence, after all—and tearing up some yummy wild clover to chew. Clover, and
then dandelions, oh man, it’s like a feast is growing up out of the wooden
fence, where the rose bushes aren’t so tightly tangled and sun shines through.
Stiles is just thinking this is the best place to carve out a shallow resting
nook, if not a full burrow, when a growl sneaks up on him out of nowhere.
heart beating wildly, and then freezes, ears telescoping forward. The growl
becomes a nasty bark, claws rattling at the fence, and his hindbrain thinks
it’d be an awesome idea to take off for the house like a coward. He scrambles
under the back porch instead of up the steps and in through the doggie door,
because he’s an idiot.
Okay, so. Canine, predator next door, not so
theoretical anymore. Also, not so much a dog as a werewolf. Stiles has official met his to-the-left
Saving Part of the World - Part One - Chapter Eleven
Summary: Set after G-Rev, the World Championships have come to Belfast, Northern Ireland in the hopes of spreading the interest and drawing in tourists. In between all the teen angst and the team drama, something powerful and hungry lurks on the horizon and with the help of the beybladers, it may just destroy part of the world.
Rated: T for cursing and mild violence
Ships: Hints of Mariah/Rei, Hilary/Tyson, Enrique/Julia
When the Voice had first urged Amber to go to Belfast, the idea of living alone excited her. At fifteen years old, she’d never had the opportunity to stay anywhere on her own before. Even at home, her mother insisted on leaving her at her Nana’s or with uncle Rory when she, her mother, had a night shift. So just the thought of Belfast had been filled with potential and she figured the experience would help her mature. She imagined late nights drinking coffee and watching documentaries. Of sitting at the table doing research on bladers and feeling like a badass because she was saving the world — all in secret, just like Batman.
Lemonade: What is the sweetest thing anyone has every done for you?
That’s so hard for me to choose tbh? One of my friends keeps drawing me super cute art, though (find her art tumblr HERE)!
Painting: If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?
Either blue, red, or rose gold.
Fairy lights: If someone wanted to get to know you, what should they read/watch/listen to?
Anything by Billy Joel or Five For Fighting music-wise. I don’t think I could pick any books, but I loved Les Miserables, Lord of the Rings, and Tiger Lily for a couple starter books. Movies, I would start with Star Wars, Star Trek, Dead Poets Society, and The Incredible Hulk.
A/N:@midnightwarrior123 requested this!! Also I don’t believe in the dumb ass canon in MCU. Not going to lie, I was having a very hard time trying to write Tony. I know he would be much kinder about something like this but I have no idea how to write that. Y/l/n (your last name), y/n (your name), s/n (superhero name).
Trouble had been brewing for months. Ever since Sokovia things had been tense. So when you came home and saw Tony Stark sitting on your couch, you feared that you had been finally caught. “Yes Miss y/l/n, these brownies are great.” The moment you walked in your mother jumped up and ran to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You didn’t pull your eyes away from Tony.
“Tell you what?” Your mother pulled her head away and looked at you, a huge smile on her face.
“That you got a huge scholarship! For MIT!” The look in her eyes was too much, you couldn’t tell her that Tony wasn’t here for a damn scholarship.
“Yup, you were picked out of millions, but they didn’t have that certain,” he imitated a firework with his hands, “special ability.” Your jaw tightened. Tony stood up, “can I talk to y/n alone?” Your mother nodded, that happy grin still on her face. Tony looked at you pointedly and you reluctantly led him down to your room. The moment the door closed he turned and said “your s/n.” It wasn’t a question so you didn’t nod. After a long pause he opened his mouth but you cut him off.
Chapter Summary: In which the author discovers that the sexy deep-v thingy on a mans lower abdomen is called his Apollo’s belt. You ready for some sin?
Rating: SFW but like, sinfully SFW I don’t know.
Read on Ao3 / FF.Net
“I can’t believe you won!” Nino sulked, taking off his cap
to wipe his brow angrily.
Twirling his racket in his hand, Adrien shot Nino a
triumphant smirk which was only thirty percent sheepish. It was a brief look,
and Nino pouted in response. The pair of them hung back, wiping sweat from
their faces, whilst the girls went to fill their water bottles at a fountain on
the other side of the courts. The cloud coverage made the heat more stifling,
the air more humid, and Alya’s hair had doubled in volume as a result.
When Nino teased her about her hair ‘hulking out’ she’d
thrown a tennis ball at him.
Adrien dropped his towel back into his bag, earning a
disgusted look from Plagg. If they’d been alone, Adrien would have argued that
camembert smells as bad as sweat anyway, so the Kwami shouldn’t be judging him
in the slightest.
“What can I say?” Adrien began, staring after Marinette with
a dopey smile on his face. The girl in question was laughing at something Alya
had said and, though they were well out of earshot, he still felt slightly
boneless at the idea of Marinette’s laughter. “I guess we’re just lucky.”
Nino rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, lucky you won considering how much of a perv you were
being,” he proclaimed, placing his cap back on his head and sliding up to
Adrien. He placed an arm on Adrien’s shoulder.
Adrien jerked away from Nino’s touch, as if the accusation had
given him an electric shock. It was true. He had to admit. The fact that they’d
somehow won the match astounded him. Marinette had carried him through it
whilst he’d been constantly distracted.
Her skirt was hypnotic, and he’d tried so hard not to look.
But it kept shifting when she ran.
She ran alot. Adrien, on the other hand, had
managed to hit himself in the face with his tennis racket twice because his
eyes had been focused on Marinette in a way they really, really shouldn’t have
i had so many ways i wanted to answer this. one option, for example, was a picture of the incredible hulk crying. (with bleached hair, of course).
But I’m not on starredforlife so my memeing must be limited! Here’s what I actually came up with. also i’m terrible at drawing babies so i drew you a toddler (for exhibit c)! she’s got wild hair and is kind of clumsy and a tooth is missing but she’s cute.