Remembering that one time I messaged Niclas Gillis back in 2013 & got a reply 8 months later because of that stupid “other” folder on FB. Niclas is so sweet & handsome & talented. I remember I partially messaged because I came across him when I was searching for someone to represent this book character I loved and he fit so well.
You pace up and down the exterior of the Helicarrier, ringing your hands together as you awaited all the other superbeings to arrive. You knew Nat, she’d been your partner since day one and the two of you were unbelievably close but you didn’t know anyone else in the group. Sure, you’d heard all the stories, the great god of thunder, the two smartest men alive, and the hero who seemed to survive it all. You were more than nervous to meet them, after all, they were these great amazing people and you were- well, you were you.
“(Y/N),” Nat places a gentle hand on your shoulder, steadying your nerves only slightly. “It’s okay, they’re gonna love you,” You chuckle dryly, your entire being going taut at the sight of the infamous Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers. Nat smiles just a bit as the two men board the ship, keeping her authoritative demeanor up even when she was trying to be kind.
“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Banner,” She greets the two, giving them a firm handshake. “I’m Natasha Romanoff and this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You give the two a polite smile, hoping you didn’t look to nervous. “They’ll be joining our little team of ours,” The two men smile back, Bruce a bit more nervously but Steve’s a bit more confidently.
“You work for shield then?” Steve asks, cocking a brow at you. You nod your head, smiling only a bit proudly.
“Yes I do,”
“You’re an agent?”
“Of sorts,” You reply, gently shrugging your shoulders. Steve smiles a bit brighter, nodding his head. “And you miss Romanoff?”
“I’m an expert in espionage, weapons, and more than a few forms of mixed martial arts,” She smiles sweetly before turning on her heel, a spring in her step as she walked towards the entrance of the helicarrier. “You two might want to follow me, I think Fury would like to speak with all of us,”
“All of us?” Bruce asks, his tone holding more nerves than before.
“We’ve got two other players in this game; Tony Stark and Thor,”
“Thor? Like the god of thunder?” Nat smiles, humming a bit.
“Yep,” Bruce gives you a nervous look but you give him a reassuring smile, hoping that it didn’t look too painful.
“What about you?” Steve asks, cocking his head at you. “What do you specialize in?” You share a look at Nat, an almost nervous one but you pocket it away, bound and determined to lie to Steve’s face and to make it sound good too.
“I specialize in weapons, I’m working on some pretty big stuff right now,” You smile at him, still hoping that the two men couldn’t see through your lie. “And why are you here Mr. Rogers?” Steve chuckles, shaking his head just a bit.
‘I really don’t know, apparently Shield thinks I’m good enough to join your little team,”
“Well,” You size him up, giving him a little lopsided smirk, “You aren’t wrong,”
How had everything gone downhill so fast? One minute all of you were friends and the next everyone was screaming at each other, demanding the truth and whatnot.
“Did you know shield’s been making weapons?” Tony asks, pulling up a secret file.
“How did you-” Fury begins but Tony cuts him off once again.
“Weapons using the very item we’re hunting, now I don’t know about you guys but this seems just a tiny bit fishy to me,”
“Shield’s been storing weapons too,” Steve mutters, throwing an old hydra gun onto a table. Tony hums, staring at the weapon with pursed lips.
“Is there anything you’d like to tell us?” Tony asks Fury, squinting his eyes in distaste.
“I assure you-” You begin, only to have Tony cut you off as well.
“Oh no, don’t you even get started, you can’t talk when it comes to secrets (Y/N).” You look at Tony strangely, a brow cocked in confusion. “I read your file, I know what you are, what you can do-” Your mouth runs dry, your tongue becoming a slab of sandpaper at his words. “Mind manipulation? Interesting sort of weapon is it not?” Steve turns to look at you, a look of distaste upon his face. “Is it even considered a weapon?” Tony continues, tapping his chin in thought. “Or are you?”
“Fine,” You mutter, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, I’ve got- I’ve got some freaky talents but never once have I ever used them for anything other than the greater good-”
“Really? What about this team, this other team you were on- the x-men or whatever they’re called,”
“It’s a team of people like me, people with abilities,”
“Mutants. You mean Mutants,” Tony mutters, clicking his tongue in disappointment. You hang your head, biting your lip as guilt and shame consumed you. Even with his words you knew what he meant- Freak. You were a Freak.
Ten’s…dream in a dream….dance practice…got me so ?????????? Im crying???? He’s so talented i mean hAVE U SEEN THE WAY HIS BODY MOVES???? he makes you feel like you’re part of the music just by watching him…he is seriously so talented and beautiful
i kinda meshed these two requests together, i hope that’s alright!
request: could you do one where you’re a one night stand but he wants you to stay and after that you remain close friends but deep down he has feelings for you!
request: harry and y/n are teachers at the same school. y/n is an art teacher and harry teaches english. one day harry doesn’t have a class to teach to he goes to watch y/n teach art and is amazed by their skills.
Harry couldn’t believe it. It was her. It was definitely her. He would recognize those cheek bones anywhere.
And those lips, the way she was biting them right now in concentration brought him back to when she bit her lip while staring at him at the bar, practically begging him to take her somewhere alone.
There were differences though, differences that nearly made her unrecognizable. She was wearing an oversized beige turtleneck, leggings and sneakers; a sharp contrast from the leather skirt and fishnets he remembered taking off. Her hair was in a messy bun now, held in place by a pencil and she was wearing big circular glasses, the rims made of gold wire.
Her hands were covered in charcoal as she concentrated on sketching what looked like a woman’s face, but the charcoal bled in a way that made it look like her face was melting off. She looked up from her work to check on her students and Harry backed away just behind the door so she couldn’t see him. He wasn’t sure if he should say something considering how they had left things.
A is at an art museum, douchily explaining the ‘hidden meaning’ of a painting to an increasingly growing crowd. B clears their throat after a particularly personal insight into the artist’s life and says, “sorry, but not really?? At all??” (Bonus points if A is drunk and has no idea what they’re doing)
A owns a flower shop and one day B just kinda stumbles in, looking for the coffee shop that used to be there like three years ago. B buys a flower anyway, and comes back the next day and the next. A learns that B is a rather reclusive writer in between visits, and that he’s been stuck in a particularly nasty slump of writer’s block. Two weeks later, B bursts into the shop with the sudden realization that A is the one who’s been getting rid of his writer’s block, not the flowers.
A is a California kid looking to run away to NYC, B is a NYC kid looking to run away to California. They meet in a crappy diner somewhere in the middle, and they find home from there.
Lil snippets of dialogue to help you get started!!!
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” “It was always your fault!!”
“I wanna be one of those old couples on the train that make other people want to be one of those old couples on the train!” “I’m more of a subway kind of guy, if I’m gonna be honest.”
“So what, you’re just going to stay here and sit on your ass?” “Is there any other way to sit?”
A is going through the grass looking for ladybugs with a lil magnifying glass and bug habitat and everything, and B accidentally tramples one and A just looks so heartbroken that B stays and helps him find roly polys for the rest of the day and listens to A rattle off bug facts.
“I thought my 64 pack of crayons was going to win over the whole class but you have a 96 pack and are we going to have to fight?? Oh my god no you’re crying I’m so sorry I moved for the third time and I just wanted to fit in”
A gets in trouble because they were supposed to make valentines for the whole class and they only made one for B “because it was more special that way”
Delusional JLaw Fangirl:
Your blog is stupid. Jen has an Oscar and is about to win another and she's only 23. Where's your Oscar?
Well, I'm not an actress, so winning an Oscar would mean nothing to me. But you do realize that actors more talented than Jennifer like Cary Grant, Gary Oldman, Leonardo DiCaprio, John Turturro, Michael Fassbender, Benedict Cumberbatch, Laura Linney, Guy Pearce, Toni Collette, Jude Law, John Goodman, Viola Davis, Ryan Gosling, Idris Elba, Tom Hardy, Jessica Chastain, Carey Mulligan, Joaquin Phoenix, Samantha Morton, Allison Janney, Peter O'Toole, Julianne Moore, Angela Bassett, Naomi Watts, Amy Adams, John Hawkes, Robert Downey Jr., Helena Bonaham Carter, Edward Norton, Peter Sarsgaard, Ed Harris, Casey Affleck, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Cillian Murphy, Ewan McGregor, James McAvoy, Laurence Fishburne, Michael Shannon, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Maria Bello, and others HAVEN'T won an Oscar, yes?