Project: FEM - Justice (ThorxReader)
Someone had screamed it, you smelled it, and everyone had heard the large explosion. You had a ringing in your ears that made you fear you’d had gone deaf. But after a couple of minutes, the world was screaming in your ears again. You had to crawl yourself out of the car you were underneath, ignoring the pain that rippled throughout your body.
It had all started this morning when a pyromaniac mutant had escaped a local correctional institution specialized for people like her. Or so it said on the pamphlet. The pyromaniac’s villain name was Fiera. She was a Mexican woman with long, black curls that reached her waist. Her skin was naturally sun kissed due to the fact, that she was Mexican. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown color but would come alight with golden and yellow hues whenever she used her powers. Many times you tried to convince her to be good, but the fire always consumed her in the end.
LT: Deception (Annie x Titan Shifter!Reader) 4/4
Literature Trade with :iconbleached-angel:
*girl x girl*
You were reading a book Hanji had lent you while you rested in the infirmary. It was peaceful, until three people barged in. You looked up from your book and smiled at the three females: Krista, Ymir, and...
When your eyes locked, you were surprised to see a warm and caring look flicker for a millisecond in her ice-blue orbs. You turned your head away with flushed cheeks, smiling a bit. Ymir raised an eyebrow at your action but soon caught on, and smirked. Nudging Annie, who glanced at her from the corner of her eye, she sent her a wink. Annie glared at Ymir with subtle hint of embarrassment.
Their attention were soon brought back to you when Krista spoke.
"______! I'm so glad you're okay!" exclaimed Krista. She practically jumped on you, arms wrapping around your neck tightly. She buried her face into you as you choked.
"K-Krista... My n-neck..." you spluttered out. She immediately let go, panicking.
Rely on Me (Gaara x Big Sister!Reader) Ch. 12
Temari and a genin from Konoha, Tenten, started to fight once Hayate had announced that they were allowed to begin. During their battle, you noticed the glances Temari would throw at you from time to time. You had your suspicions, but they still needed to be confirmed. You decided to let it slide for the meantime.
Once the fight has ended with Temari as the winner, she immediately approached you. You looked at her in askance, wondering what on earth had made her want to come to you. You took a cautious step back as she got closer.
Temari grinned before lunging forward to hug you, catching you by surprise. Kuro was unceremoniously knocked off your shoulder, making him caw in annoyance before he decided to settle on top of your head instead. Your eyes widened.
"O-oi!" you spluttered, grabbing her arms to pry her away from you, "Let go!" But your younger sister was attached to you like glue, refusing to let go no matter much you struggled; instead it had the opposite effect because her gr
Rely On Me (Gaara x Big Sister!Reader) Ch. 11
❤❤SPECIAL CHAPTER: The Necklace❤❤
“Is onee-san awake yet?”
“Ssst! You’re too loud, Bakankuro!”
“Gaara is waking her up! MOVE!”
Someone was shaking your shoulder gently. Your face scrunched up in annoyance at the interruption of your beauty sleep, and you rolled over to your side, trying your best to ignore them. You wrapped your blanket around your body, and snuggled into your makeshift cocoon, sighing in contentment.
“Nee-chan! Nee-chan, wake up!”
You groaned softly, swatting the intruding hands away. “Go away... Mm... Five more minutes...”
The person standing above you huffed, and began to shake you awake once more. “No! Nee-chan, wake up! Yashamaru told me to get you downstairs!”
“Eh...? Yasha... maru...?” you mumbled, cracking one eye open. All you could see was a blob of red... Gaara? You carefully sat up, rubbing your eyes. Then
Corruption (LokixReaderxJoker) One-ShotThe sky was an onyx oyster and the moon, it’s pearl. You were hunched over a typical Manhattan building; your hood up and mask on. You were like a gargoyle watching the people of the city; waiting for any signs of danger. Ever since the attack of New York, you had developed a bad habit of doing this. Whenever you weren’t watching the city, you felt on edge. You felt as if something could go wrong at any moment. Steve and Natasha had tried to help you many times to fix this habit of yours but to no avail. Your boss, Director Fury, was aware of your situation and kept trying to coax you into taking a break from work but last time you agreed to it, you spent the week nightwatching the city.
The attack on New York had left you damaged.
So many lives had been lost that day and you couldn’t help but feel that that would have been different if you had done something.
At the time, you weren’t the hero that you were now. You had been a rooki
I've Got You (NatashaxReader) One-Shot
You were sitting in your bedroom with Natasha sitting behind you and braiding your hair while you watched TV. When Natasha came home from work, she hadn’t said much to you about how her day went. You assumed it was the usual secret spy stuff that you weren’t allowed to know however even after you had moved into the shared bedroom, she hadn’t uttered a word to you. Yes, she offered to braid your hair but that was about it.
“Nat is something on your mind?” you asked worriedly.
Her fingers combed through your hair.
“No, why do you say that?”
“Nat don’t lie to me,” you chided her. “I can tell when something’s up. It doesn’t take secret assassin skills to figure that out.”
“Don’t worry, (Name),” she grinned. “Everything’s just fine.”
“Is this your first time?” Clint whispered in your ear.
You both sat down on the cushi
Makoto x Reader |Inexperienced|
There wasn’t a person in the world Makoto Tachibana couldn’t squeeze a little conversation out of. He was just too friendly; Even Haruka Nanase couldn’t resist his open, positive demeanor (that sounds a little homodachi but hey, no shame). Makoto was pretty happy about this, and was sure he could convince anybody to come around. So imagine his excitement when you showed up in his class that semester.
(Name) (Last Name).
Makoto was sitting next to Haru as usual, going over their notes from yesterday’s lecture. The room was fairly loud, the collective murmurs from dozens of college freshman bouncing around the broad, spacious walls. They were so caught up in the petty conversations none of them noticed the doors being pushed open down below.
“Makoto…” Haru said softly, gaze completely focused on the doorway. Makoto, who’d been trying to help Haru go over the notes for the class, frowned when he realized his friend wasn’t even pa