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Tower Shenanigans- Peter Parker Imagine

Request: 63: “I think there’s someone in the house.” 69: “You’re ticklish.” 91: “Quick! Let’s hide!” Can I request any one of these. It doesn’t have to be all, just either one, I’d appreciate it!

A/N: oh my GOD I just couldn’t stop writing. Again, I’m sorry my writing has been simply atrocious lately. Hopefully this isn’t too bad :/ let me know what you guys think! I really need some feedback

Word count: 2287 (I’m soRRY)

gif credit to @weylawey

You had to admit, the tower was fun, without the other Avengers guarding your and Peter’s every move. Although, looking at what you two had done, maybe there was a reason for that. He had disabled F.R.I.D.A.Y long enough for you to sneak in, and you two were currently wreaking havoc in Tony’s lab. Webbing covered one wall, scorch marks from an Iron Man gauntlet covered another. Peter was currently standing horizontally on the third, tinkering with a shooter and leaving ashy footprints all over the once pristine white, while you walked past the shattered glass that had been the fourth. 

A glob of webbing hit the wall on your left, nearly taking you with it as it fired unexpectedly from Peter’s hands. He stammered an apology, putting down the tools and jumping off the wall. “You know, I could do limbo if you had stayed up there.” He scoffed. “We both know that wouldn’t have been fair; your lack of height gives you an unfair advantage.”

That earns him a smack on the arm and a wrench thrown in his direction, both dodged easily with a cheeky smirk to boot. You turned away from the boy, unaware that his eyes remained on you as you sauntered through the wreckage to sit on a (mostly-unmarked) bench. “You know, even though Tony’s up to his teeth in money, I still find kinda bad,” you said, brushing away the glass and patting the spot next to you.

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I'm Not a Pin-Up Girl

Summary: Steve tries to comfort the you because you’re self-conscious about your figure since everyone expects Captain America to be with a pin-up girl.

Word Count: 1245

Warnings: negative body image

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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.

Oneshot: Another Goodbye

*WARNING: CONTAINS CIVIL WAR SPOILERS*

Note: You were engaged to Bucky before he left for the war and were cryogenically frozen with Steve. In present time, you’ve gone to Wakanda to say goodbye to Bucky once again.

“We’ll figure something out, Buck,” Steve said, shaking Bucky’s hand, “You’ll be back with us in no time,” He smiled before hugging his best friend.

Bucky nodded, “That’s the plan,” He hopped down from the table and walked over to you.

You were leaning against the wall, sniffling as you tried to compose yourself.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky smiled at you, taking his hands in yours and pressing them to his lips.

You looked up at him and began crying harder. Bucky pulled you close to him and kissed the top of your head, “It’s okay, Y/N. You know I’ll be safe here,” He whispered to you as he stroked your hair gently.

“I just got you back, Buck, and we’re saying goodbye already,” You mumbled into his chest.

He parted from you slightly to see your face and wiped your tears away from your eyes, “We’ve both waited decades to see each other again, sweetheart, what’s difference is a little more time going to make?” He laughed, trying to cheer you up, “The Wakandan scientists and doctors are the best in the world, Y/N, and T'Challa has told us all that they’ve already gotten to work on finding treatments.”

You mustered up a smile and nodded your head, “And I’ll be waiting here, Buck, until they find a way to help you.”

T'Challa cleared his throat and you turned to face him. He nodded his head at the two of you, “We’re ready for you, Barnes.”

Bucky turned back to you and with his hand still in yours, led you to the machine in the centre of the room.

He hugged Steve one more time before pressing his lips to yours, “I love you, Y/N. I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“I love you too, Buck,” You said as you watched him climb into the chamber.

Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you watched the chamber fill with the gas, Bucky’s eyes lingering on your face until they finally closed.

Game Night - Avengers x Reader

Words: 885 Pairing: Avengers x Reader (maybe a lil bit of Steve but it doesn’t show too much) Warnings: cards against humanity: read at your own risk. (But hey, we’re on tumblr- right? ;) ) Requested by anon “Hello. Could I request the avengers playing a game of cards against humanity. Some things is said and they start covering each others ears convinced ___ is too innocent so they end up covering Steves ears.” Authors Note: I love cards against humanity it’s so much fun.

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“I just bought Cards Against Humanity!” Tony announced as he walked into the common room.

“What’s that?” Steve asked. You burst out laughing, knowing full well what the game was.

“It’s like, a card game, where a black card is placed down and you have white cards to complete the blank.” You told him.

“It says adult card game.” Natasha read off from the box. “Maybe (Y/N) shouldn’t play, they’re a bit innocent.”

“Hey, Steve thought fondue meant-”

“We don’t need to talk about that.” Steve covered your mouth, as you tried to escape from his grasp.

“I think we’ve all heard the story before.” Bucky said.

“Who wants to play?” Tony yelled, getting everyone’s attention.

Everyone around joined in. You, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Tony, and Vision all sat in a circle. You all started to play the game, and it quickly got the adult aspect, and quick. Sometimes, Vision would not understand and everyone would try to explain, but just ended up laughing in the end.

“My turn to judge!” You said. “Play your worst.”

“Think of their innocent mind.” Steve reminded.

“Alright- this is a good one! Blank is a slippery slope that leads to blank.” You giggled.

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Professor Carter

word count: 1735

request: could you write a fic where Peggy Carter goes to Hogwarts? by @mariagvogel

warnings: mentions of war, my english

A/N: I loved this request and I hope this is what you imagined. This is actually rather without much content since I didn’t really know what to write about but if you have any other requests with Peggy going to Hogwarts, please tell me.

The professors at Hogwarts were usually well respected. Sure, there were one or two who didn’t have as much a authority as others and the students seemed to not always be at one about who those professors were. There was one thing, though, all the students seemed to agree on.

Professor Minerva McGonagall had the utmost respect of all teachers and students, even more so than Dumbledore.

A lot of those young wizards and witched that roamed the halls of the old castle had her as their idol for her talent and confidence was something everyone would have liked to have.

But who did McGonagall have as an idol when she had been just a student?

Well, that would be a lady the Hogwarts’ residents would soon get to know as their new DADA professor…

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“Albus, I got a reply”, Minerva said as she walked into the headmaster’s office. It was still summer break, which meant that the wizarding school was unusually quiet. However, Dumbledore and McGonagall were already planning the next school year and enjoying the last weeks that the halls wouldn’t be filled with noisy teens.

“I thought I had told you that Mister Scroop would be the next years DADA professor”, Dumbledore said without even looking up from the papers he was currently reading.

“I don’t think that’s a wise idea, Albus. That man’s way too old to be teaching the students anything, let alone powerful curses and counter curses!” McGonagall wrinkled her nose at that thought.

“Why not employ someone competent who would successfully prepare the kids?”

She emphasized the word prepare to make sure that Dumbledore knew exactly what she was talking about.

Dumbledore just sighed.

“I would feel better if we didn’t have to prepare them for anything…”

“Oh Merlin, Albus that is not our choice! There is a upcoming war and half if not all of those kids will be fighting it! We have to prepare them as best as we possibly can and you cannot tell me that there is any better choice than her! Except, of course, you teaching them how to defend themselves!”

“You flatter me Minerva”

“There is no time for flattery. This is a school and a school ought to teach its students accordingly, especially in times like this! Since you didn’t follow my advice, I took matters in my own hands and wrote her. I just got the reply that she is willing to be the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. Are you really willing to let such an opportunity slip away? Because of what, Albus?”

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and put the papers aside. He took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead.

In times like this he looked rather like an old, tired man, than like the powerful wizard that he actually was.

“I am afraid, Minerva. What if employing her will only intensify the children’s’ wish to fight?”

“It is not in our power to protect them forever, but it is our duty to prepare them as best as possible for the world and right now that means for war. And, Albus, I’m sure that she won’t tell the children fairy tales about a romanticized war.”

“You are right, of course. You seem to always be right”, Dumbledore smiled at the witch, “I will  inform Mister Scroop of the change of plans and trust you to write our new professor that we would

be honored to welcome her to the first day of the coming school year.”

McGonagall nodded and turned to leave but before she exited she turned around again,

“Thank you”, and then left the office.

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The great hall was buzzing with noises. The sorting was over, and the tables had filled with food which means that the feast was in full swing.

After a while Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands, making the food disappear and getting everyone’s attention.

“Welcome dear students for another, hopefully informative but also merry year at Hogwarts. There has been a few changes regarding the staff. As you see…”

Most of the students didn’t listen to a word the headmaster said, as they were too full to or simply too bored since most year’s speeches were rather similar to each other.

One point, however, got everyone’s attention:

“… As for the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor, we are happy to welcome Professor Carter into our ranks…”

He wasn’t able to say anymore, since a loud and excited uproar erupted. Of course every student knew the infamous Margaret Carter, one of the most successful aurors of all time and founder of the IWR, the International Wizarding Relations and the DIS, the Department of International Security. The thought that they would be taught by someone as powerful and experiences as her was enough to spread excitement through the whole castle; even the portraits and ghosts started gossiping.

Dumbledore was able, however, to get the students quiet enough to finish his speech.

“As I was saying, we are welcoming Professor Carter, who is unfortunately unable to join the feast today but will be here to her first lesson tomorrow morning. Now off to bed and have a good night!”

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The Gryffindor common room was quiet, only a few fires lit the cozy, red and golden room. Every Gryffindor was already in a deep slumber, too exhausted from the return to Hogwarts. Well, everyone except four boys, who were lying wide awake in their dormitory, discussing their new professor.

“Imagine what things she could teach us!” James exclaimed, jumping from his bed, closely followed by his best friend Sirius.

“No, imagine what things she has seen!”

“Guys! I’m sure someone like her has seen a lot but let’s be real, even someone like Peggy Carter needs to follow the curriculum! She won’t teach us extraordinaire curses…”

“Come on Remus, you’re such a killjoy!”

Remus rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep himself from laughing as he watched Sirius and James chasing each other, pretending to be in a dangerous battle to against some dark force.

“Come on over, Peter”, Remus laughed as Sirius jumped on the younger boy’s bed to escape some wicked curse, James had aimed at him, “We can share my bed until they’ve finished their battle”

The little, chubby boy climbed out of his own and into Peters bed, a relieved expression prominent on his face.

“Thanks, Rem”

The laughter of the four friend could be heard for a while as they chased and tickled each other.

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“Good Morning class”, a strong and authoritative voice echoed through the loud classroom.

“Mister Black, if you would be so kind to return to your seat and take Mister Potter with you, I think Miss Evans should have a break from his obtrusive and ridiculous behavior, thank you”

In an instant the classroom was so quiet, you could’ve heard an needle fall to the ground. All eyes were set on a middle-aged woman, dressed in elegant black robes: Professor Margaret Carter.

“I am Professor Carter, your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. I favour a teaching concept  after the saying ‘learning by doing’ but that doesn’t mean that there won’t be any theoretical units. For those I have brought my own books”, books started to fly through the room, so that each student had one exemplar, “in there you’ll find theoretical background info and practical instructions. I will structure my lesson so that you’ll learn the theoretical parts mostly as homework – I am sorry Mister Potter will that be a problem for you?- so that we’ll be able to do the practical part during the lessons, where I can instruct and help you to improve your abilities. If there are any questions don’t be shy to ask. And one other thing: Some people take longer to work out a spell than others, that is not a problem! As long as I see that you try your best and that you work hard, I will count your efforts. Are there any questions so far?”

The lesson went on smoothly with only a few interruptions. Professor Carter answered a lot of questions about her past, her years at Hogwarts and her work but still managed to get through the first chapter of the school book.

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It was late in the evening when Minerva heard a knock on the door that led to her office. She sighed and stood up from her large wooden desk. She rubbed her tired eyes and opened the door, expecting  Filch to tell her that some kids had been found outside their dormitories despite the late hour. What she did not expect was an old friend smiling warmly at her.

“Well, hello Minerva. I was wondering if you’d still be up and thought you might like to share a cup of tea with a friend?”

“Peggy, come in, come in!”

The new DADA professor followed Minerva into her office and sat down opposite from her at the wooden table. Minerva charmed a teapot to fill itself and produced some biscuits from a closet.

“So, how was you first day?” She asked Peggy

“Oh, it was surprisingly good, even though I already encountered the infamous Marauders you told me about.”

“What did they do this time?” Minerva asked while rolling her eyes exasperatedly.

“Nothing, they all seem to be very talented and bright boys, although I have to say they make an interesting group. I mean a Black as a Gryffindor, a twelve year old who already knows who he wants to marry – my sympathy to that Evans girl – and a werewolf…”

Minerva nodded in agreement but rose her eyebrows in confusion at the last statement.

“How do you…”

“…know that Remus Lupin is a werewolf?” Peggy finished Minerva’s question.

“I worked in the Ministry quite some time and believe me, his case caused quite the uproar back then… and Minnie, I do recognize a werewolf if I see one! Sure he is young, but the scars are unmistakably werewolf ones”

Minerva smiled at her friend, “Of course you do, I shouldn’t be surprised by now, should I?”

Both women laughed and continued to reminiscent old times well into the night.

Deadpool's Sister

Peter x Reader girl x Deadpool(brother)

Imagine request: Hi! Could you write an imagine where the reader is Deadpool’s little sister and he finds out that she is dating Peter Parker (Tom Holland) knowing Deadpool, he becomes over protective because he doesn’t want her getting hurt or being in danger.

Warning: Deadpool… You know what to expect.

Note: Woo hoo! Another imagine! I thought these 2 would be cool together… just wait and read.

“Peter, shhh.” You said, pulling away from the kiss, trying to quiet down.

“If he hears us, so be it.” Peter tugged you into another kiss, flipping you onto the bed, where he was on top of you.

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Open your eyes.

Scott Summers x Reader

Summary: BABES if ur request are open can u do a Scott summers where u can help him control his powers and u can look into his eyes and shit and mF THATD BE CUTE WHU HASN’T ANYONE DONE THAT YET(((’: ily

Word count: 571

Trigger warnings: nope

Spoilers: no

A/N: OMFG YESYYEYSYEYSYDESYE WHEN I READ THIS I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT BC ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS X-MEN LAST STAND AND FUCK OKOKO THIS SUCKS REAL BAD IM SORRY

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“(Y/N) please I don’t want to hurt you. Can you just give it up? I’m not going to be able to control my powers, ever!” Scott yelled as he plopped down on the grass in the courtyard.

“Scott don’t say that. You’ll be able to control them I promise, and I’ll never give up, not even if it takes me forever.” You said as you sat next to him gently messaging his neck.

Scott took off his glasses eyes still closed as he messaged the bridge of his nose before placing the glasses back on his face.

“How about we take a break for the day and we can continue tomorrow?” You asked him turning his head to look at you.

Scott sighed before nodding his head, they both of you standing up and walking back to the mansion.

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“Alright so just think of something peaceful or calm.” You said to Scott as you stood behind him, hands on his shoulders.

Scott nodded his head, closing his eyes, and taking in a deep breath before opening his eyes again. You stumbled back with the force of him being pushed by the beams that came out of his eyes, and he quickly shut his eyes again.

“Okay…how about think of one of your happiest memories?” You recommended holding his neck this time, using your mutation of telepathy to calm him down a bit.

Scott breathed in deep again, removing his glasses and opening his eyes, you both stumbling back yet again.

“I give up. I can’t control them, it’s never going to happen.” Scott spoke softly as he looked down .

You looked at Scott sadly even though he was turned away from you.

“Maybe if we try-“

“We’ve tried everything (Y/N), there’s nothing left to do!” Scott yelled.

You huffed as you stood in front of him, your hands reaching up to grab his glasses. His hands immediately shot up to grab your to stop you.

“What the hell are you doing? You could kill yourself.”

“I’m going to stand in front of you this time, and you’re going to not shoot me with your deadly laser beams.” You said as you moved your hands up to his temple hoping to use your powers to help.

Scott’s hands shook along with his breath as he closed his eyes and slowly took off his glasses. He took in a deep breath as he slowly opened his eyes. He let out a breathy laugh as he saw you there standing in front of him, unharmed.  

“I told you could do it.” You whispered against his lips, kissing them softly.

You slowly moved your hands from his temple smiling as he still had his mutation under control. He kissed you back holding you against him, smiling and opening his eyes wide as you both pulled away. You laughed at how happy he was.

After a few more minutes of him just sitting there and examining your face his eyes started to blink rapidly, and he quickly slipped his glasses back on.

“Well, not that we know you can control it, we can just practice more to keep it controlled longer.” You smiled at him.

“Thank you, for your patience, for everything. God, I love you.” He said as he kissed you again.

“I love you too.” You chuckled.

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