Não é poético mas é profundo...
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him
He said Big Brother ::NorwayxReaderxIceland::“I WILL KILL YOU!”
You hear someone shout from the living room.
Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out.
He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth.
Now you were confused.
Why was Norway hiding from Iceland?
“Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries.
Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder.
“He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly
“He called you big brother? How’d you do that?”
Iceland whips his head toward both of you having a look of rage pasted onto his cool exterior.
“HE TRICKED ME! HE USED DIRTY METHODS! HE’S A PERVERT!”
Norway chuckled from behind you.
“…what exactly did he do…?”
He just turned his head mumbling something to himself in his own language.
“Well I’m not telli
Avengers Chatroom (AvengersXReader)(Y/n) has logged on.
Tony has logged on.
‘Hello darling – Tony’
‘Don’t call me that – YN’
‘You know you like it ;D – Tony’
Thor has logged on.
‘HELLO BROTHER ANTHONY AND SISTER (Y/N)! – Thor’
‘Thor sweetie we’ve spoken about this. Lower case letters – YN’
‘Sorry – Thor’
‘Hey how come he gets a nickname? – Tony’
‘Ok I’ll give you one – YN’
‘Yay! – Tony’
Clint has logged on.
Natasha has logged on.
‘Hey Clintasha – Tony’
‘I will hunt you down and kill you – Natasha’
‘I ship it – YN’
‘So do I – Clint’
‘CLINT! – Natasha’
‘Sorry :/ - Clint’
‘Hello brother Barton and sister Widow – Thor’
‘Hey big guy – Clint’
‘Hello Thor – Natasha’
Steve has logged on.
Masky x Reader- Sleepover
Male/Fem Reader- you choose
Why couldn't he just leave you alone!? He was everywhere you were, either hiding in the shadows or making himself obvious to you that he was walking right behind you on your way home and to school. He rarely talked, he just followed you like a lost puppy. You had no idea who he was, only that he went by the name 'Masky' which in your opinion, fit him well seeing how he wore one. It was milky white, sometimes a few smears of dried dirt on it would be there when you see him, but most of the time he kept it clean and in good shape. It had black, feminine lips and black circles as eyes, strange arched eyebrows just above them as the only features on the mask Masky wore. He also was always seen in a tan jacket and a pair of jeans. At first you thought he might be homeless, but from the looks of him, he seemed in quite decent shape. Hair was always brushed, clothes weren'
Prussia x Reader x England- Perverted Conversation"Arthur,Gilbo! i'm home from school." You yelled loudly, setting down your backpack on the living room floor, and throwing yourself on the couch. You sighed and shoved your head into a pillow comfortably. "Welcome home, love. How was school?" Arthur came downstairs, his arms out widely, hoping to get a hug from you. "Meh-ish." You groaned and leaned in slightly as you lay down, you hugged him and let him sit down, removing your feet that were in the way.
"Where's Gilbo?" You raised an eyebrow and began to yawn and shiver. "I believe he's in his room." Arthur shrugged and looked over at you. "Are you cold?"
Arthur stood up, he went upstairs to retrieve a blanket for you, as you began to unwind and remember when you first moved in with the boys. They were really close friends and all, it was fun living with both the boys that were complete opposites. "Here you go, love. I hope that's warm enough for you, since it's mine." Arthur had a slight smirk on the edge of his lips. "
You sat in your apartment board after finishing up your paper work for Fury for the day. Glancing at the couch opposite you, you shrugged before moving over to it and sitting next to the passed out figures. Picking up your phone you dialed a group call and put the phone on speaker while turning slightly to get access to the man to your left.
"Hey (Y/n)" Nat answered first.
"Hey Nat" You greeted.
"Hellooooo ladies" Tony purred from behind his bar.
"Hey Ironass" You replied.
"Meanie" Tony pouted.
"HELLO SISTER WIDOW, SISTER (Y/N) AND BROTHER IRONASS!" Thor boomed answering his call.
"Indoor voices Thor" You replied.
"Apologies" Thor said quieter.
"I prefer brother Anthony" Tony chipped in.
"Lady (Y/n) said to call you Brother Ironass" Thor replied.
"And by said I paid him with poptarts" You added.
"Nice" Nat sniggered.
"Your all mean" Tony scowled.
"Hey guys" Steve chirped joining in.
"Hey cap" You replied keeping your focus on your target.
"Hi" Bruce spoke up.
"Hey science bro" Tony gri
The Bet (AvengersXReader)You glanced at Tony who was sitting across the table from you in the Avenger’s meeting room.
“Bet you 50 bucks I can annoy Loki by the end of the meeting” You text him on your phone.
“You are so on but if you lose you have to make out with Coulson” Tony smirked.
“Fuck the 50 bucks if I win you have to kiss Bruce” You grin.
“Uggh fine deal” Tony sighed.
“Nick may I be excused for a minute?” You ask.
“Make it quick” Fury growled. You quickly leave the room and run down the hall to find Loki.
“Hey Loki” You say finding him in the training room.
“Yes?” Loki asked.
“I bet Tony I could annoy you I need you to chase me into the meeting room acting pissed” You request.
“What so I get in return?” Loki asked.
“You get to see Tony make out with Bruce in front of everyone” You reply.
“Deal” Loki smirked. Loki ran at you and you ran back to the meetin
Child!Proxies x Reader- My Little ProxiesThe sound of the small knocks causes you to look up from your laptop, and look towards your front door. You stood up, keeping an eye on the door. You weren't expecting anybody, you were in a (fav. color) tank top and grey sweatpants, enjoying a box of (fav. Pocky flavor) pocky,
messing around on your laptop. Your parents were out for the day, running errands and stuff. You approached the door, more irritated by the fact someone disturbed your peace, then curious as to who it was. Opening the door, looked out, giving a bored expression to the visitor was. You groaned, seeing no one there.
"Fucking pranksters..." You grumbled, assuming some of the jerks at school decided to screw with you on this fine Saturday afternoon. You jumped at the sound of something shattering to the tile floor in your kitchen. You quickly closed the door, stomping towards the kitchen.
"Candi I will put you in your cage if yo-" Stopping mid way in your rant, coming into the kitchen, and not seeing your black-furr
Russia X Baby!Reader My Little Sunflower Chapter 1
The world conference for countries went along as usual. France and England spewed insults and swears at one another that would've made Romano proud, while America stood on the side, watching and laughing obnoxiously. Germany was quickly losing his temper and patience with all of them, and Italy was (as usual) staring off into space.
Though, for some reason, it seemed...different. None of the nations knew exactly what it was, but something was definitely off balance in this meeting.
After a bit, when the rest of the *cough brainless cough* countries realized what was going on, they all (miraculously) quieted down, and the soft voice of someone singing rang through the room. They were singing in a foreign language, only known by a few of the other nations fluently. Slowly, the world turned their heads to face the person who was singing.
Cue the jaw-drop.
It was Russia who was singing. His voice was soft yet clear, and he made little to no mistakes. He was standing by the large window in