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Fitting In (Avengers X Adopted!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Adopted!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

FLUFF HUMOUR

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.


Originally posted by diablito666

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.

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Trailer Thoughts on Thor: Ragnorak

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. 

This movie looks like so much fun. I want it now.

Steel and Flame Part I

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.

 

I. Ignorantia

Dangerous. It was the only word Nesta could find when she looked at Cassian. He was utterly, horribly dangerous.

She had 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 sweat…to fae.

It had 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 Nesta.

Elain 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 come out.

Elain, as it seemed, had her faraway mate. The mating bond was a gift of the cauldron, Rhys had said.

All 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 alone.  

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.

And 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 inappropriate comments.

“You 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 train.”

“I’d 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?”

So she 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.

The 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…

But 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.

And Nesta was not afraid. Because she knew that she could fight back.

Cassian 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.  

“Good”, he panted. “Very good.”

“Don’t talk”, she snarled, but a small part of her reveled in the compliment.

A hard 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.

Cassian 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 knew.

“You brute”, she snarled. When everything else failed, she could still insult him. “You better not come any closer.”

“You’re 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.

Nesta clenched her fists. “Throw your blade away and let’s find out who gets to make demands. Or are you afraid of a challenge?”

A slow smile spread across Cassian’s face. “You want a fist fight?”

Of 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.

But she would rather accept a few bruises than admit that she had lost.

“Yes”, she barked.

Cassian 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-

But 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.

She 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.

Gone 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.”

“There 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-

Nesta 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 mind.

“I’m tired”, she said. “Let’s end this. I’ve won.”

Cassian rubbed his chin. “Are you really?”

“What?”

“Are you really tired? I think you could keep fighting like this for hours, if you wanted.”

“What are you talking about?”, she hurled at him. “I told you I’m done.”

“Come 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.”

Nesta turned away. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say”, she said.

Cassian 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.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “I don’t care.”

“You 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.”

“I can 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.”

“Oh.” 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.”

She held his gaze without blinking. “Might I remind you that just seconds ago, you had me pinned down and ended up on your back?”

Cassian’s eyes crinkled. “I’m open to all options.”

“You 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.

Punch him.

Kiss him.

Maybe both.

Nesta 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.

In the 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.

She 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 Cassian-

Perhaps 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 him.

That something in her softened, that part she had long buried deep under a thick wall of ice. Suddenly demanding to be heard.

Nesta just didn’t know what it was.


 Ignorantia- ignorance. 

I know it will grow back, but  . . . Poor Bruce!

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.)

Dang it! Treat our baby right!

Anonymous said:
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

Uhhhhh 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!


Stiles 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.

No, Stiles bought this house for the outside.

There’s a 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.

The only 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.

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There’s a 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.

To the left, he still has the mystery house. He’d think it was empty except for the lights that pop on after dark.

Stiles noses 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.

He jumps, 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 neighbor. Awesome.

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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 

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Chapter Eleven

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.

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shakespeareandsprinkles  asked:

Lemonade, Painting, and Fairy Lights?

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.

Parting

Originally posted by hobbitdiyarindanbirkimse

*SPOILERS FOR CIVIL WAR*

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Angst to the max

Rating: PG-13

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.

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How Can That Be (5/?) [ Ft. Reader x Hulk + Avengers]

Originally posted by onyourdamnleft


Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12


“KING KONG!” Tony shouted as he entered the conference room.

Everyone exchanged confused glances.

“What?” Sam asked.

“King Kong,” Tony repeats himself with a matter of fact tone.

“We heard you the first time Tony,” Natasha says with an eye roll.

“Why did you shout King Kong?” Clint asks.

“Seriously?” Tony looks around the room annoyed.

“Tony just tell us,” Steve said with an exasperated sigh.

“Do you guys really not understand?” Tony inquires.

“Does it look like we do?” Bucky asks slightly annoyed.

Tony says nothing as he walks over to the screen that is on the wall in front of the table that everyone is sitting at. Once he is in front of the screen, he closes Steve’s mission plans.

“HEY!” Steve shouts

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Smoulder- Chapter 22

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.

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Chapter 22

“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 a lot. 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 been.

Huh. So this is what rock bottom is like.

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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.