Tati//P.M

collision course

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Summary: A hasty escape and a wayward storm results in Azriel crossing paths with you. Over the centuries that follow, you meet again and again, gently tucked away in a corner of the world only you two are privy to. But as wars loom and time begins to erode the once carefree interactions, it seems inevitable that the tentative sanctuary built will collapse... and it's unclear if either one of you will come out on the other side.

Series Overview/Warnings: Angst, pining, fighting/injuries, slow-burn, some of the og timeline may be tweaked to better suit the story

Status: On-going

part one — genesis

Text imagine: You find a spider in your bathroom so you (naturally) call your boyfriend, Peter, to come deal with it  

Requested by: Anonymous (The original request was for the reader to find a spider in their bedroom, but I changed it a bit to fit the situation. Hope that’s okay!)  

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Thor : Ragnarok

In the cinema: * Tom Hiddleston/ Benedict Cumberbatch/ Karl Urban come on screen*

Me: *dying narwhal noises and punching friend in shoulder*

The first pride was a riot, more specifically a riot against police violence. Trans women of colour like Marsha P. Johnson paved the way for the celebration of pride today. You cannot celebrate your pride this month, or any month if you aren’t also supporting Black Lives Matter and the riots going on against police violence right now. Us white LGBTQ+ need to stand up for our black siblings and their rights, their struggles. We need to amplify their voices and show any support we can.Hey! Better yet, reblog this version:

Extensive BLM Google doc including places to donate to, education resources, etc

List of 75 things white people can do right now

Simple way to donate to the cause if you have no money to

Handling The News

Handling The News

Peter Maximoff X Pregnant!Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Nice to meet ya hannah could you maybe make me a peter maximoff x pregnantreader cute imagine thanks 👋💗

Notes: Ok so as u can see this was from when I first started and gOD IT WAS BURIED but I was so happy when I read it??? Ajfjsdfj;kj it’s super cute ok ;-; Peter is also super happy!!!!!

Warning(s): None.

Peter Maximoff knew something was off from the moment that (y/n) had to step away after feeling nauseous during breakfast. He had to go and teach gym class though, so there wasn’t much he could do other than ask Logan to watch the class real quick while he ran over and checked on them. After finding them recovering, they exchanged a kiss and Peter returned to his class.

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This cycle continued for the next week. Finally, (y/n) decided a doctor’s visit was in check. They returned shortly after, a nervous but excited grin on their face. Charles couldn’t help but smile at the bright surface thoughts that he read, “Oh (y/n), I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, professor. Could you go and tell Peter that I need to talk to him at lunch? Thanks!” They called out, seeing as Charles was already on the mission.

Peter was in the middle of teaching gym when Charles rolled over, cautious of the kids running around him during a game of soccer. The telepath bright grin had Peter squinting for a minute.

“I do believe your wife has something to talk to you about, when you’re done with classes for lunch. She asked that I go and tell you for her. And, if you ask me, I would like what she has to say.” The professor grinned his snarky grin, red lips stretching across his milky face as he simply retreated back off the field and into the house. Peter didn’t even have time to ask what the hell he meant before some kids trampled him in an attempt to get the ball. He yelped in surprise and found himself unable to pay attention for the rest of class.

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It was lunch time when Peter finally was able to speed up to his shared bedroom. (y/n) was sitting by the window, reading a book. Peter closed the door softly behind him but still managed to grab their attention so he smiled.

“Hey babe, what’s up? Professor said you wanted to talk with me?”

“Hey honey and yeah…I do. Um…Honestly I don’t know any other way than to just say it, Pete.” (yn) took a deep breath and, in the exhale said, “Peter. I’m pregnant.”

The normally talkative speedster suddenly couldn’t talk. He looked away for a second, jaw dropped, before he relearned how talking and tongues worked.

“Wh…What?”

“Well Peter, a women can get pregnant when a female and a male love each other very much so they-”

“Nononono! I know that- but-…you’re pregnant? And you’re not kidding me, right? Like, there is an actual bun in the oven type of thing, yeah?” Peter asked with a higher pitched voice. He was nervous but he was also getting excited. Ohhhhh he was getting very excited!

“Haha, yes Peter. There’s an actual bun in the oven…You’re going to be a father, Pete.” (y/n) began to tear up, feeling the news sink into her partner. Peter teared up too before he rushed forward and hugged them, spinning his lover around and around his bedroom.

“I’m going to be a father!! I’m going to be a father! Oh and you’re going to be a mother and- I GOTTA GO TELL EVERYBODY OH MY GOD” (y/n) was left to laugh and giggle, spinning slowly before falling onto their bed. The giggles continued to bubble out as, through the open window, they heard Peter yell about six times, to six different people, “I’M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!”

Charles rolled up to the door, smirking as he heard Peter through the window, “I take it he liked the news?”

“Ohh yeah, he liked it.” (y/n) smiled brightly and finally caught their breath, a hand on their stomach, “He definitely loved it.”

After All This Time Pt.2

Requested?: Yes.

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and the reader dated in the 40′s, and after Bucky’s death she ends up getting iced with Cap, and becomes an Avenger. Bucky then finds out the reader is alive.

Warnings: Civil War spoilers (maybe??) Language.

Word count: 1,455

A/N: FINALLY. I’m so sorry this took forever. I promise I’ll try to update the next part sooner. I know this is nothing, but I think shit is gonna start to go down next chapter. Make sure to follow if you liked this and wanna know when I update. Also, gif isn’t mine, all credit goes to owner.

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Part 1

After All This Time

Ever since Bucky’s death sleep had become your worst enemy. It was as if your body didn’t want you to sleep, and even when it did, your mind tormented you with horrible nightmares, all about Bucky’s death.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You called out into the darkness. On nights like this when you had no company you entertained yourself by talking to the computerized A.I.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N?” The robotic lady-like voice responded.

You closed your eyes, clutching the sheets to your chest. “Do you think I’ll ever see Bucky again?”

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New Interview: #HayleyAtwell at Baltimore Comic Con 2016

ABC2: Were you a comic book fan growing up?

Atwell: I had no idea what a comic book was until I was in late teens, and that was kind of helpful because it meant that I hadn’t put any added pressure on myself to try and live up to something. There wasn’t much about Peggy Carter that we discovered in the comics that I couldn’t create myself, and I felt that that was easier than having to live up to something that was so loved. You’re immediately at such a higher place to fall from if the world already has a preconception of what your character should be.

ABC2: There’s a group currently petitioning to have Agent Carter revived on ABC. How does it feel having such a strong fan base committed to your work?

Atwell: I set out to do work that I enjoy and that interests me, and then having a group of people who support that—even when you’re going in a different direction—they’re still saying, come join this body again. That’s really lovely. To think that Peggy’s taken off with people and that she’s someone lots of people relate to or want to see more of. I’m definitely a part of that gang.

ABC2: What does it mean for you to participate in comic book gatherings, and see your fans face-to-face?

Atwell: These conventions give me an opportunity to actually interact with the fans and see who’s been staring at me from the comfort of their own homes for so many years. Just to be able to hear the impact that the character and the show had in their lives, it’s really humbling and very moving. Especially young girls and boys who see Peggy as a force for good, and that inspires them. A lot of people have quotes of “I know my value, anyone else’s opinion doesn’t really matter,” that’s become her catchphrase, and seeing people with tattoos or pieces of jewelry with it engraved extends it far beyond just me as an actor turning up to do my job every day. This is a very humbling wake up to realizing that some people have really taken her into her hearts, and that’s a wonderful thing.

ABC2: What are you most looking forward to at Baltimore Comic-Con?

Atwell: I’d love to see some people dressed as Peggy Carter. There have been some men in the past at conventions dressed as Peggy Carter, and I’ve been very jealous because they look better in a skirt than I do. To see that she still lives in other people’s worlds, it makes me have hope that she might come back some day.

ABC2: Do you have a dream superpower?

Atwell: Yes. The ability to eat what I want without consequence.

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MYTHOLOGY: Creatures of Myth

There’s a War On (Steve x Reader)

#37: “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

and #50: “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong”

Per request of @carleyynicole Hope you like it, I’m so sorry for the super long wait!

A/N: This does NOT contain Civil War spoilers!

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You pressed your back against the rough bark of a thick tree as you tried to calm your heavy breathing. The shade from the trees above you did nothing to keep the hot July sun from overheating your skin and leaving you dehydrated. 

“(Y/N)!” You jumped in shock as the comm in your ear startled you back into reality. You had been running for a while and hadn’t heard nor seen any of your fellow Avengers in what felt like ages. It came as no surprise that Tony was the one frantically hissing in your ear. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“You know damn well what I’m doing!” You were still slightly out of breath, but thankfully your comment still packed a punch. 

“You mean going rogue?! Stick to the plan!” 

“I know you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it.”

“I have got to stop letting you spend so much time with Fury,” Tony sighed in frustration. You could practically hear his eyes rolling. “And it is not a stupid plan! Now get back here before you get shot!”

“I already told you I’m not coming back! Stick to your plan if you want to, but I’ll have no part of it!”

There was silence for a few moments. You couldn’t tell if he had given up or if he was on his way to drag you back by the ear. 

“(Y/N)… Be careful okay? I love you. No matter what.” The sincerity in his voice touched your heart. It was a tone you rarely heard from Tony especially in such a high stress situation like this. 

“Yeah dad. I love you too.”

~~~

You stayed behind the tree for a few more minutes before moving on and continuing to dart around the forest. It was bright as ever, but minus the random comm messages you would get from your team throughout the day it was mostly silent. 

It had been about an hour and a half since you last heard anything when your dad started talking again, this time with an edge of defeat and sadness lacing his tone. “(Y/N)? Do you copy?”

“Dad what’s wrong?” You could feel your stomach drop at his tone and a chill run through your body despite the blistering heat. 

“I know you didn’t want to be a part of this fight. I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, but your the only one left. (Y/N)…. I’ve been hit.” You let your head hang down as you screwed your eyes shut willing the last few words out of your dads lips to be a lie. “I… I know you love him but Steve has to be stopped. It’s for the best.” Hearing your dad say Steve’s name made your heart clench as you knew what you had to do.

“Dad you know I-”

“I can’t talk anymore (Y/N). Make me proud.” And with that last interruption Tony was gone. You were all alone in the forest. Well not alone. Out there somewhere was the man you loved. A man who needed to be stopped if everything was going to be okay.

~~~

It took you about a half hour to find Steve standing in a large clearing. His feet were spread, his shoulders squared, and his gun held tightly in his hands. The breeze pushed his golden hair gently to the side and the bright sun caused his eyes to squint in order to see. He looked like a god, but you knew what he was capable of. 

You were crouched behind a bush debating what to do when your father’s last words echoed in your mind. ‘Make me proud’. Nodding to yourself as encouragement you stood up, gun ready to fire, and faced the blonde haired, blue eyed super soldier. 

“Drop your weapon Steve!” Your voice was calm and even. Nothing like the quivering mess you felt like on the inside. 

Steve’s lips tugged minutely at the corners as his bright eyes met yours. “I should have known it was going to be a Stark at the end. A Stark started this so it’s only fitting a Stark tries to finish it.” 

“Tries to?” You quirked an eyebrow at his statement. “I’ve got you cornered babe.”

“True. But we both know you can’t do it (Y/N).”

There was a short pause as you took in his words before scoffing out a short “You wish,” and pulling the trigger on your gun.

Steve’s face turned to shock as the bullet hit him square in the chest. He fell dramatically to the ground clutching his wound and gasping out your name.

You rolled your eyes at his behavior before walking over to Steve and looking down at his now dirt covered form. “C’mon Steve get up. You’re getting all dirty.”

“I can’t. My fiancee just shot me in the chest and I’m dying.” Steve had on a puppy dog face and you knew exactly what was coming.

“You want me to kiss it all better don’t you?”

“Yes please,” Steve’s goofy smile brought one to your face as well as you held out your hand to help him up. When he was finally back on his feet you gave him a quick peck on the lips and started walking back towards the Avengers Base.

“Hey!” Steve called, picking up his dropped gun and walking after you. “You shot your own fiance in the chest and that’s the only get better kiss you’re gunna give him?”

“Steve you probably didn’t even feel that nerf bullet!” You chuckled at your fiance’s antics as he scoffed before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for another kiss. 

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t shoot me.” Steve moved his arm to drape across your shoulders while you let yours hug him around his waist. You were still making your way back to the base. You were sure by this point the rest of your teammates were getting antsy to see who came home victorious.

“Well you said I couldn’t and you know it’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“Yeah I probably shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Nope.”

“You know your dad is going to hold this over my head for the rest of our lives rights?”

“Awww. Probably.”

“Well at least it wasn’t over anything important…”

You halt in your tracks giving Steve an incredulous look. “Nothing important? Steven Grant Rogers you and my father just dragged every last one of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes into the forest to shoot each other with nerf guns as a way to decide who got to play their Spotify album in the gym. If you don’t care next time don’t make me spend so much time running around the damned forest!” You gave a huff as you detached yourself from his side and started walking faster towards the base.

“Aw c’mon babe! Don’t be like that! I’m sorry! I love you!”

You threw up your hand, middle finger waving proudly as your muttered to yourself. “Next time those two want to butt heads they better not try to drag my ass into it.”

~~~

What I wish Civil War had actually been… Hope you guys liked it!(: 

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Stones (Steve x Reader)

Request: Can you write about the reader and Steve having a child??? 

Word Count: 1,002

AN: I may have taken a different approach to your prompt… 

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1945

You came to pay your respects.

Everything around you feels cold and dreary, only adding to the numbness you feel. The clouds turn darker rapidly, filling up with a million droplets of rain, ready to fall at any given second. The wind blows straight through you, right to the bone, making you wrap your arms tightly around your chest. You can’t help but shake your head at how the weather always reflects your mood whenever you walk down this path.

With your heels digging into the gravel path, your eyes find the large stone that you’ve came here for. As you walk closer, you discover that the stone is decorated with more roses than in all of New York. The red and white petals make your heart clench. You stand in front of the patriotically adorned rock, and freeze at the haunting name engraved upon it.

You kneel in the damp grass that lays in front of the tombstone and bring your hand up to the chilled stone, tracing your fingers over the letters. “Hey,” you whisper. “I’m sorry I didn’t come yesterday.” You take a long pause, anticipating a response, craving to hear the sound of his voice one last time. After a moment, a tear falls down your cheek as you realize that it will never come; you’ll never get the chance to hear him say your name, or even laugh, ever again.

“I have big news, Stevie.” You viscously wipe away at the tears that have fallen, and reach into your pocket to find the note that your had doctor given you earlier today. The messy writing thats sprawled across the crumpled paper appears to be abstract letters, but you know exactly what it’s supposed to mean. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

Silence looms through the air, making the setting feel even more solemn that it did mere seconds ago. You stay there holding your breath, waiting for the feeling of his fingers as they would brush down you cheek reassuring you that everything would be fine, fully knowing that it will never happen again.

“I’m scared.” 

2011

It had been exactly twenty-four hours since Steve had awoken from his seventy year slumber. Within those hours, it only took four to find your location, but he had to fight like hell to get it. 

He was praying that you would be living in a house somewhere, and everywhere you looked in that house would be pictures of you and your family. He hoped that you would have two matching chairs placed in front of a fireplace where you and your husband would talk about the fond memories you’ve shared with each other.

He wanted nothing more than for you to have lived the life you and him planned out together. As long as you didn’t miss out on your chance to live, then he was fine on missing his own. Unfortunately when he was given your location it was far from what he had hoped. 

It was a plot number for a cemetery.

-

Steve secures his hood tightly around his head, and looks down to the ground as he makes his way up the hill where you lie eternally. With every step he takes, his chest becomes tighter and his heart beats faster. He’d rather go through the pain of being injected with the Super Solider serum all over agin then the pain he’s feeling right now.

With his mind rambling on and on, he doesn’t notice that he’s standing in front of your tombstone until a rain drop falls on his nose. Snapping out of it, Steve looks up to the sky then back to the ground. 

His heart sinks when he figures out where he’s standing.

‘[Y/N] [L/N] 1927-2008′

He feels a sudden weight fall on his shoulders. It feels as if a boulder was thrown onto him and he couldn’t stand any longer. His breaths become short and rapid, desperate for air. His body started to become numb, too numb to even shed a tear.

The reality of what his life has become finally caught up to him, and it left a hole straight through his heart that could never be filled.

“Excuse me,” A frail voice calls from behind him. Steve take a couple of deep breaths, attempting to gain some composure. “Are you okay, Sir?”

Steve turns and finds an older woman holding a bouquet of white lilies. Her face shows signs of concern, and her eyes display a glimmer of curiosity. 

With another breath, Steve adjusts his sunglasses and tries his best at a smile. “I’m okay, ma’am.”

“If you don’t mind by me asking, who are you? I’ve never seen you at my mother’s grave before.”

Both relief and sadness wash over Steve at that moment. He wanted nothing more than for you to be able to move on, and this woman standing in front of him, your daughter, is proof of that. Although, the sadness he feels is because he always pictured you and him having a family, and he can’t help but feel heartbroken that he missed out on his chance to live the life he wanted. 

The life with you.

“I’m just an old friend of your mother’s.” He looks back to your grave with a sad smile. “I wanted to say goodbye.” 

The woman opens he mouth to respond, but Steve sends her a curt nod. “Have a good day, ma’am.” Feeling as if he carries a wound in his chest forever more, he steps away from where you rest, leaving both you and your daughter.

He walks away not knowing that he’s getting further from his family with each step.