Whatever You’re Going Through At The Moment - You Are Strong, Smart, Amazing And Adorkable And You

Title: Rough Night (reader x Matt)

Summary: Reader likes Matthew Murdock and goes out after work to find him, only to see him and Karen kissing

Word Count: 1417

A/N: YES MATT YES! Also WHAT 900 FOLLOWERS. I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO MUCH. I cannot even fathom that many people. Thank you, so much, from the bottom of my heart

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Listen - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1060 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: swearing Requested by anon “May I request a Bucky x reader inspired by "What part of don’t come back for me didn’t you understand, you idiot?” Answered with-“I’m not as smart as I look” please? If you have the time :)“ Authors Note: I hope the idea I put behind it worked :) I just kinda, started writing, and this is what happened. I actually really like it.

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"Bucky,” You told him, trying to get his attention.

“I’ll get you out of this!” Bucky yelled.

“No, you can’t.” You told him, but he didn’t look at you. “Bucky, go.”

“I can’t just leave you here!” Bucky argued.

“You have to. I’ll be fine, I promise.” You grabbed his arm.

“But…”

“Go to the quinjet. Get back to the facility. Don’t come back for me.” You told him.

As you and Bucky were running in the forest from Hydra agents, you fell into a trap- a hole in the ground. How did you even manage to fall for that? But alas, there was no way to get you out. At least, not with Bucky around.

“But, I can’t leave you.”

“Go.” You told him, “I’ll be okay.”

“Alright…” Bucky said, and slowly let go of your hand.

Bucky walked away. You knew that agents would be checking traps soon, and you came go with two solutions.

One) Let the agents get you and try to kill them all off and escape.

Two) Try to conjure up your, hidden, enhancement.

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((The ability to appreciate and evaluate human aesthetic is not determined by your sexuality))

Diners and Dates

Bucky x reader

Imagine request: I hope this doesn’t seem like a bother, buuuut, can you do a light fluff between Bucky and the reader where the reader is a waitress at a diner Steve is a regular at, and he brings Bucky to try it out . And have Bucky slip slightly back into his lady’s man persona and take the reader on a date eventually where the light fluff happens, please. I really like your blog by the way!

Warnings: None.

Note: THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE IT. Thank you for this request. Thank you for being you. Also, we stopped at a port with wifi, turns out I can submit some imagines now! I got inspired by a part of the movie ‘Elf’ for this.

“Hey Steve! Table for 1?” You asked, picking up a menu. But you already knew what Steve wanted; A cheeseburger with no tomato, french fries with mustard, a pickle, and a surprise shake. He never knew what shake he wanted, so he made you pick which one.

“Well, actually I need a table for 2, Ma’am.” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’ve told you millions of times, call me Y/N,” you playfully punched his shoulder. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

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Requested by: Anon

I’m seriously in love with your work!! Could you write an imagine where the reader is a stock market trader and meets Tony Stark at the NYSE?

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“Oh my– I’m so sorry.” You quickly said, turning around to apologize to the man you had just run into. “I'm– oh, Mr. Stark.”

“It’s fine.” Tony told you, dismissively waving his hand. “It is pretty crowded today.”

“It’s always like this though.” You told him, smoothing out your shirt a bit. “I should be used to this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tony gave you a charming smile, and he held out his hand. “Tony, but you probably knew that already.”

“Everyone here knows who you are, Mr. Stark.” You shook his hand with a smile on your face. “I’m Y/N.”

“I knew that already.” Tony said as he shrugged. “Just trying to make this meeting a little this awkward.”

“It was awkward when I almost knocked you over, Mr. Stark.” You told him with a small laugh. “And I’m sorry about that, again.”

“No harm done.” Tony reassured you. “And please, just call me Tony.”

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.”

What We Missed (End)

Summary: It finally happens. 

Word Count: 564

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It was out of your control, your hand had a mind of its own. It slammed the door right in the man’s face. The man you had spend that night with almost two weeks ago. The man in the pictures that you had in your phone. That man.

He was now standing just outside of your apartment and if you guessed correctly, looked just as surprised as you were.

Wincing once you realized that you had closed the door without a word, you open it and can’t help but to feel relieved when you see that he is still there, hands in his pockets, looking like he’s seen a ghost. But you are probably a reflection of him as well.

“H-How did you find me?” you ask.

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Azriel

Fics

anything for you

Fae menstrual cycles are notoriously terrible to endure, but yours seem to be especially torturous. Mor normally helps you through your cycles, but when yours comes early and Mor is away, a certain Shadowsinger steps in to help.

never doubt

You thought the worst part of your week would be trekking through the grotesque bogs of the Dawn Court alongside a Shadowsinger that had royally pissed you off. If only. At least the worst situations can sometimes bring about the best revelations.

you're safe

After enduring weeks of torture in the Illyrian Steppes, you are left staring at the pieces of who you were before. You should be healing, but instead your anxiety and fear sink further in with every day that passes. You tell no one of your struggles, of your sleepless nights and lingering scars, until Azriel finds you alone in the library at an ungodly hour of night, and everything comes pouring out.

was it really a mistake?

Drinks at Cassian's birthday party land you in Azriel's arms, which then lands you in his bed. Your poor heart doesn't know what to think.

pure love

You were in love with Azriel. It was inevitable, really. Who could blame you for falling for the kind and gentle male? OR A series of moments that show your blooming love for Azriel, who was too busy cultivating his own love for you to notice.

thorns and toxins

Azriel knew something was off the moment you walked into the training room. You brushed him off, and ended up sending the poor male into a tailspin after you collapsed while sparring.

you make it better ~ part 2

Life as Nesta Archeron's friend had never been smooth-sailing, but you never would have thought it would land you in the fae lands, in a fae body, surrounded by unfamiliar...everything. You're struggling to adapt to your new life while dealing with the loss of your human one, but there is one fae male that makes it all just a little bit easier.

smothered flames ~ part 2

You were the Vanserras' best kept secret. That is, until you followed Eris to the Night Court, and you ended up finding more than you bargained for.

home

Leaving your family, leaving Azriel, for two whole months following Amarantha's reign of terror was harder than you anticipated. Azriel and you cling to each other upon your return.

lay your hand in mine

You never wanted to be a spy. You never wanted to work for the High Lord of Night. You never wanted to be trained by the male that faeries whispered horror stories about. Then again, those were just stories, and that very male might be your salvation.

thawed hearts

You had been a member of Rhys's court for decades, but no one knew where you really came from, or what your true heritage was. A trip to Illyria brings long-kept secrets to the light, and Azriel is there to help you in the aftermath.

love heals

Your first solo mission goes terribly wrong after you failed to heed Azriel's warnings. That doesn't stop him from saving you, and it certainly doesn't stop him from caring for you in the aftermath. You're convinced you don't deserve him, but that doesn't stop you from wanting him.

blush

You really like making Azriel blush.

bound by fear / bound by love

You spent three decades suffering under the cruel thumb of your father. When you finally escaped, finally started to build your own life, the last thing you ever wanted was to find a mate.

then

You were falling in love with the mate you never wanted, and he was waiting patiently to catch you.

Series

my heart has wings (complete)

You and Azriel long for the love your family members have found. That longing can easily turn into an isolating loneliness, so what if you rely on each other to numb that sickly feeling? What if your chance at love has been by your side for nearly a century?

Blurbs

put this on

It's miserably hot out, and you made the mistake of trying to train. Your attempt to cool off leads to a bit of an awkward encounter with your friends, and a very jealous mate.

For @spoonking-andmasterofyoursoul…song is “Gasoline” by Halsey. Such a good song, by the way. Enjoy!

Y/N let out a yawn as she padded around the large room. She was currently wearing her workout clothes. She had napped through the earlier training session. She was glad Steve didn’t wake her up for it: she had a brutal mission the night previous. However, when she did wake up, it appeared the tower was empty. Y/N thought about asking JARVIS, maybe catch up with them, but decided against it. It was rare she got the tower to herself and she was going to use it to her advantage.

This was why she was making her way to the largest training room in the tower. A smirk played at her lips as she entered the empty facility. The sight brought her a sense of serenity. It was one of those feelings that one enjoyed, like the same feeling when sitting in a small library.

“JARVIS,” she spoke up, “Could you play my playlist ‘Powerhouse’?” “Of course, Ms. Y/N.” “Loud volume, as well, please.” “Understood.”

Y/N began her workout as the song began to play. She hurried through her workout; stretching, boxing, lifting, and even a little gymnastics. She paused her workout for another water break as one song ended. A smooth sound, belonging to the following song, caused her to shut her eyes. An idea popped into her head. Normally she wouldn’t, but no one was around, so why not?

Bucky strolled through the tower, heading to the main floor. His ears perked up as he felt music pounding through the floors. He knitted his brows. He was sure he was alone in the tower. The rest of the team went to hang out at a club. They wouldn’t be back until later.

Still confused, Bucky made his way toward the thumping music. It didn’t take long to deduce it was coming from the training room. The closer he got, the clearer the words became.

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that sucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Bucky peeked in and saw Y/N moving gracefully across the mat. His eyes widened at her movements. He wasn’t sure what he was more surprised at, Y/N being the only one home or the fact that she was dancing. He didn’t even know she could dance. She had always been so shy about it. Bucky blushed, realizing exactly what he was doing: spying on his crush. Still, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

She dropped her shoulders and head back in time with the music.

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

She dipped down to roll across the mat, torso arching slightly. Her head circled, hair following.

Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

She popped up and lifted one leg in the air. Her arms held onto the leg.

And all the people say…

Her body twisted before leading into a leap.

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I think there’s a flaw in my code, Oh, oh, oh, oh, These voices won’t leave me alone,

Bucky watched on with awe. The way she moved was seamless, never missing a beat, never missing a step. He felt so stupid. How couldn’t she dance when she was as skilled a fighter as she was? It must’ve been second nature to her. The former assassin’s breathing had grown heavy.

Without having realized it, Bucky had stepped toward her, being drawn in by her movements. Even more amazing, through it all, he realized he was connecting with the song. He related to it, understood it.

And all the people say…

"You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

It was so similar it was nearly a physical ache. Y/N managed to detail his emotions through her dancing. He wondered if she related to it as much as he did. Bucky lowered his head as he thought, the ache growing in his chest.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N spun and caught sight of his figure. She fumbled for just a moment. She knew he must’ve been watching as evidenced by his crimson blush. But, there seemed to be something else. He seemed pensive, upset. This worried her a bit.

In time with the music, she walked over to him as silently as possible. She wasn’t mute, but he was too consumed by his thoughts. Gently, she reached out and grabbed his hand. His gaze shot up, still soaking in the words.

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.

“Are you okay?” she whispered. He gave her a small, shy smile. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” She smirked at him. “It’s alright. The song does a pretty good job at keeping me calm, so I’m gonna spare your ass today.” Bucky laughed. “I appreciate that.”

He rubbed his metal thumb across her knuckles. The words continued to wash over him. After a moment, Bucky half-grinned.

“I think that’s my new favorite song.” Y/N’s raised a shocked brow. “Really? Mr. 1940s likes a newer song?”

He nodded while gently pulling her closer. She felt her heart begin to race. A blush of her own crept up her neck and cheeks. His lips ghosted over hers as he spoke.

“You definitely had something to do with it,” he murmured.

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