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Movie Night (AvengersxReader)“Tony are you sure we should go the movies?” you asked cautiously. “I mean, you being a billionaire and all, we could have just watched something at your home theater.”
“Yeah but it’s not the same,” he huffed, buying the tickets for everybody.
Tonight was movie night with all the Avengers including Loki. Usually all of you just watch a random movie picked out from Stark’s huge movie library and just pop it in the DVD player, kicking back at the large couch. However tonight Tony insisted that everyone get off their lazy asses and head to a movie theater. Why? The man just liked to be unpredictable, you assumed.
Currently, everyone was on edge. Natasha seemed to be relaxed but you just knew that she was just waiting for Tony or someone else to do something stupid, thus ending the night as a disaster. Bruce was trying to keep to himself mostly by ignoring any fans that whispered about him when they passed by. He tried not to stand out. You k
Mutti's Birthday (2P!Germany x Mutti!Reader)_______________ woke up that morning. She looked to the right and saw that Lutz wasn’t there. She looked puzzled as she freshened up and went downstairs. The whole house was still. Too still…she sighed and went into the kitchen. There she was greeted to the most chaotic sight she’s seen this year…her whole kitchen was covered in smoke and flour. Tom was on the ground with a bowl of batter on his head. Franz and Gilbert were fighting something that oozing from the oven.
“It’s still growing!” cried Franz pounding it with a rolling pin.
“Keep beating it!” Gilbert was hitting it with a frying pan. Lutz was juggling eggs while trying to put them in the pan while and trying to avoid Tom, who managed to get up, grabbed some oven mitts and brought the pan to his Vati. Germania was in the corner looking on and then placed his head in his hands and sighed.
“What’s going on in here?!” they stopped and looked up.
Pervert! America X reader
Perv America x reader
It was SUPER hot on that day - and I mean SUPER ULTRA HOT. Anyway, I had invited (name) to spend a day at my house for a movie marathon. Even though, that's not what I had planned.
Because I'm awesome, I repaired my A.C, stocked up on ice lollies and got into my USA printed trunks.
She thought we were just hanging out but I had a tiny bikini I wanted her to wear when she forgot hers. Hehe. I'm a genius.
I had everything prepared, so I just waited.
Your POV of FABULOUSNESS~
That morning, I got a text from Alfred - saying he wanted me to come round for a movie marathon. He is my best friend so I couldn't just refuse.
As cliché as it is, I had a major crush on him so I always tried to impress him. I put on a batman tank top (which he bought me), a superman necklace (which Alfred also bought me), my avengers charm bracelet (he also got me that) with some denim shorts and got in my (F/c) mini.
The doorbell rang so I ran to get it.
I'll never admit (Tony X Reader) One ShotI'll never admit(Tony X Reader) One shot
"Admit it!" He shouted, following you through the corridor with his annoying smirk. You kept walking and hiding every single emotion, drowning them.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Mr. Stark" You said with your usual cold tone and poker face.
You were responsible for the Avengers public relationships, making sure people saw them as heroes and not as a threat (You had a particularly hard time cleaning Tony's and Hulk's images). For that job to be done, you had to live under the same roof the Avengers lived. Even though you moved to the Stark Tower for over a month now, you kept your professional life completely apart your work.
Unfortunately, things started going down in the moment you met Tony Stark. He (obviously) tried to flirt with you during the entire first week, but when he noticed you simply wouldn't even smile at any of his pranks or his partners jokes, his goal changed from getting laid to making you laugh.
"Oh, please (f/n)
It's raining men (Thor X Reader)
"Ugh! Tony do I really have to do this?" You asked as he literally dragged you into the living room of the Stark tower, by your ankle.
"Yes (Y/n)!" He said happily. "You lost the bet fair and square!"
You rolled your eyes. "Tony this is stupid! Besides I know you rigged it. There is no way you could have fairly beaten me."
"Stop complaining and stand right....here!" He said pointing to the middle of the room. There were pillows in a circle, except for in the middle. You guessed that's where he wanted you to stand.
You sighed and stood in the middle of the pillow circle. "This. Is. Stupid." You said again.
"Just do it! Be like nikes!"
"Those are stupid too!"
"You lost the bet and if you don't do your end of the deal I'll....I'll um..."
You smirked "Can't figure out a way to blackmail me?"
"I'll......" He suddenly smiled "I'll tell Thor you love him"
You glared at him "I will tell Thor when I'm ready, you can't tell him"
"I can and I will! Now sing!"
You sighed heavily. "It's raining men
Flappy Bird [Loki x Reader]Warning! Strong language.
Loki and Tony jumped at the loud voice and turned to look at the owner who sat on the sofa curled up as a ball. ”CAN'T YOU FLY STRAIGHT?!”
”What is she doing...?” Loki questioned, not taking his eyes of off you as you continued tapping on your phone screen.
”I don't know....” Tony answered ”But I advice that you stay away from her.”
”THIS BIRD!!!” you yelled and shot up from the sofa, glaring at your phone ”WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”
”Oh.” Tony commented as he continued to watch you yell at your phone.
”What?” Loki asked, looking over to the man of iron.
”She's playing Flappy Bird.”
”What is that?”
”A game from hell.” Tony answered darkly before he took his coffee and left the room, leaving Loki alone in the same room as the pissed off woman.
”ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!”
Nyan cat (Avengers (in a way) X Reader)
For this mission you needed to be exact and precise...any mistakes could cost you your life. You crept across the cold marble floor. "Target sighted...I'm going in...If I don't make it back....Tell Tony I hate him" You whispered to yourself.
Just a few more feet and you'd have it. You reached for it carefully. Just as your hand touched it the lights flicked on.
"Lady (Y/n) unhand my box of tarts that pop!" Thor demanded.
You laughed nervously. "Ohhhh heyyy Thor...Uh what are you doing up at" You checked your watch "Three in the morning?"
"Tony said he had a suspicion that you would try to steal my tarts that pop."
That would be a reason why you disliked Tony. Sure you loved him but he could be so annoying "I only wanted the box"
"The cardboard and such" You shrugged.
"What do you need the cardboard for?"
"Nyan cat" You replied
"Cat....you haven't heard of Nyan cat?"
"Well it's like a pop tart cat that....travels through space and poops a giant continuous r
Scotland X Reader ~It's The Fourth Wall, Silly~Fear is an idea. The culmination of childhood impressions and experiences combined with our perspective and expression of the world.
And also, one hell of a plot device, one that this writer chooses to utilize.
"You're a sick bastard." you mutter from where you sit in the near-empty classroom at lunch, rooted to the spot and consumed by the fear this writer so eloquently speaks of, chortling from where she sits at her desk penning such stories for the devotion of two-hundred thirty-nine followers (and more) to read for her amusement, and you look up to see her smiling from the rafters of the classroom, adjusting her thick glasses with a sneer.
"I don't understand why you're taking this out on me. I'm doing you a favor." this writer grins, the glare from her laptop on which she so religiously typed upon, reflecting upon the prose she types out. This writer's feet dangle from the rafters, her thick shoelaces swaying as she wrote.
"How are you doing me a favor? It's a w
OHSHC x Tsundere!Tomboy!Reader - Hikaru/Kaoru
Ouran High school host club x Tsundere! Tomboy! Reader: Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin: the little devil types
‘Oh dearest _____! We welcome you to the world of beauty and elegance! All of this men live to entertain you, so please tell us _____! Which type do you like the best?’
You placed your hand under your chin, as if to be deep in thought. You smiled and opened your mouth.
“I kind of like devilish guys...” You spoke softly, Hikaru and Kaoru smirked at each other and took a step closer.
“Well ____ we’re your type than?” Hikaru and Kaoru said in unison, you frowned and shook your head.
“Are you guys crazy? That’s not possible!” You screeched, they shrugged; giving you a teasy grin. Them? This situation was only getting worse, why did you had to answer that over dramatic guy anyway.
“Guys stop messing with ____, it’s obvious that she doesn’t like the teasing.” Haruhi said angry, Hikaru and Kaoru po
The Nostalgia Critic's Evil Plan sceneAt Skull Island village.
Banzai: Man, that lousy Neytiri. I won't be able to sit for a week!
Banzai: It's not funny, Ed.
Ed: (Laughs out lot)
Banzai: Ed, shut up!
He then attacks Ed, that ended up with a fight.
Shenzi: Will you knock it off?!
The stopped fighting and Ed, biting his left leg.
Banzai: Well, he started it!
Shenzi: Look at you guys. No wonder we're dangling at the bottom of the food chain.
Banzai: I hate dangling.
Shenzi: Yeah? You know, if it weren't for those Na'vis, we'll be running the joint.
Banzai: Man, I hate Na'vis.
Shenzi: So pushy.
Banzai: And blue.
Shenzi: And stripy.
Banzai: And, man, aren't they..
Shenzi and Banzai: U-gly! (laughs)
Then, the Nostalgia Critic had arrived.
NC: Fellas! I have a plan. A wicked plan. That's how to get rid of Princess Ellen.
Banzai: The real Ellen?
NC: OF COURSE, THE REAL ELLEN! (quietly) Don't you see? It's perfect. With her out of the way and we'll extinct all Na'vis, I'll take over and rule Pandora! Bri
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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