the things i had to do to get these gifs to upload

It’s been a while! I’m so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long - I know that there are plenty of peoples waiting for requests. Unfortunately, I’ve been totally stressed out with university work at the moment. I can’t guarantee that this is me coming back for good but I did want to upload something. Thank you to those of you who have stuck around despite the hiatus. This fic is absolutely my worst work. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything that the quality has just deteriorated. Plus, this was whipped up in about an hour. Too quick. Nonetheless, it’s something to read between revision for those of you who have deadlines rn. Thanks to @mel-in-my-head​ for the request, I’m sorry it deviated. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: can you do one where Peter Parker (CW) (if you don’t peter parker that is, if not Thor is fine) is really over protective of the reader like all the time, but the reader is 100% oblivious and one night the reader and him can’t sleep, so they go all movie marathon and they wake up to the avengers (and if you are doing peter,) aunt may finds them all cuddled up on the couch in the main room taking pics, and awing. sorry for this being long it’s my first request, I think, so yeah, thanks


“Is that…” You asked, holding up a hand. Peter looked up and around.
“Oh god, it is.”

You stared at him pointedly. “Run.”

Despite the hastiness with which you took off, you were still sopping wet by the time you reached the apartment building. Peter slammed the door shut behind you, panting. You doubled over breathlessly and laughed giddily. When you stood up straight again, you ran a hand through your hair and felt it completely drenched.
“Want to borrow a towel?” Peter laughed, holding out a hand in the direction of the stairwell.

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Request: Hello, I really love your writing!! And I also really miss Matt the radar technician! So I was wondering if you can write a modern!matt where the reader and him are close friends that have feelings for each other and she sticks up for him bc he gets picked on. Idk something like that. But yeah! You always know how to make your stories amazing! Thank you!!

A/N: I’m so glad I received Matt requests bc I miss that son of a bicth……thank you, anon, for the request! Enjoy :) [gif not mine]

Word Count: 2.5K+

Warning: None

Matt was, what you called, your average ‘nerd’. His glasses were as big as his head, the silver rims and thick lenses that hugged his nose. His attire was always neat and in place–although the opposite went for his bright blond hair. Now that was a mess. It was hard to keep the curls looking nice. Brushing them weren’t an option and neither was jelling it, so he let it be.

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I’ve always wanted to try animating Sonic from the Sonic CD cut-scenes. I just feel that they have a lot of charm to them. Although I wish I could have done them a little more justice with my own work.

I know this sort of thing is usually frowned upon, but if you could please take a moment to consider following my blog, it would mean a lot to me! Since there’s no guarantee that anything that I make will even be noticed. And it would be great knowing that there’s people out their that like what I do as I continue moving forward.

I’m re-uploading this in hopes of it getting more attention, since I last uploaded this right as new Sonic Mania footage was release and I doubt anyone had a chance to see it. I’m not saying it deserves it, but I just want to get it one last chance.


I had to lower the quality quite a bit to get it to fit here because the gif was a bit heavy, haha, but since I uploaded the two on their lonesome I wasn’t too bothered.

Still learning this sort of animation, so it’s a bit choppy here and there. The more I do, the better it’ll look I guess! So… let’s do more haha

Stand alone animations of these two nerds can be found:

Hello friends! Guess who’s back? Spoiler - it’s me. So I have a confession - I love soulmate AUs. I’ve not written Pietro in a while so I eased myself into this by focusing predominantly on another character. It needs a second part to finish it off which I’ll upload soon. Hopefully the plot is twisty and interesting enough for you guys. Thanks to @sxnali for the request; I loved it. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: (if you don’t mind) can you do a soulmate au where the first words they say to each other are tattooed somewhere on the other’s body? with pietro please? (im sorry if this sent twice i think i hit send in the middle of typing this but im not sure oops)

‘Almost a Mistake’ (Part 1)

There was a reason that New York was considered the city that never sleeps. Regardless of the hour, life was buzzing, left, right, and centre. Cars clamoured the roads in lines of traffic, and birds flew overhead, seeking and taking every opportunity amongst the crowds of hungry people that swarmed the streets.

The smell of hot dogs was prominent – especially on a Saturday when everyone and his mate was out on the streets. You wished that you could say you too had come out for fun but work had called you in for overtime, and the coming winter’s energy bills convinced you to take it.

With your headphones safely nestled on your head, you navigated the bustling tourists with your eyes on your iPod, trying to pick the best tune for the next leg of your journey. You’d splashed out on new headphones and for good reason – there were noise cancelling. As far as you were concerned, that made them worth the cost, tuning out the soundtrack of the city as you walked.

Each time you skipped a song, there was a moment of quiet where the world bled in. You heard horns beeping, steps smacking against the pavement, and even someone shouting in the distance. Probably a food vendor trying to sell to a passer-by. You skipped another song and got another flash of reality. Cooing pigeons, roaring engines, and still a person shouting. It was definitely male, and getting closer.

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Kai Parker X Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where Kai and the reader are together but but someone “gets” into his mind and makes him break up with you to protect you. Like he fakes that he doesn’t love you anymore. That would be really chill. THANK YOU AND I LURVE YOU VERY MUCH

Author’s note: All these Kai imagines, got me missing him more ugh but I love it!

Also I’m gonna be gone for 3 weeks but as soon as I’m back I’m uploading in bulk. I just didn’t want to leave without posting at least one fanfic. Love you guys!

Sorry if I made any mistakes.


For: justkr

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“Alright, let me see if I can figure this out..” You hummed to yourself, brows knitting together as you played with the dial on the camera. Cheesy Christmas traditions had always been your thing, and with the holiday season coming right around the corner, you had to start getting ready! You bought plenty of ugly sweaters to last a lifetime, you now had a cabinet stacked with multiple scented candles, you were going to put the tree up in a week’s time.. The last thing that you had to do was take a photo for a Christmas card! 

Usually, you would snap a picture with your family, but this year, things were a little different. You had moved into Niall’s place, and as much as you loved your family, something new wouldn’t hurt - Which was why you had convinced Niall to take a couple’s Christmas picture that you could plaster on all the cards you were planning to send out. 

“No one even sends cards anymore, Y/N. It’s 2016.” Niall snorted, shifting on the garland-covered couch. “Why don’t ya just post t’e picture on Facebook and upload it wit’ a status? It’d be a lot easier t’an wastin’ your time mailin’ a million cards out.” It was clear he was getting a more than impatient. After all, you had dragged him down here almost an hour ago and there still weren’t any pictures being taken. What? You wanted to get the perfect shot!

“Don’t worry, I’m planning to do that too.” You grinned, Niall chuckling to himself before rolling his eyes playfully. You smiled in success when the camera finally went into focus, except it was zoomed in a little too close to Niall’s face. “Whoops, that’s a little close.” 

“How do I look?” Niall’s left eye dropped in a wink before he was pursing his lips, breaking into a beam when you giggled and shook your head. 

“Got it!” As soon as you turned the automatic timer on, you leapt onto the couch and got comfortable, Niall wrapping his arm around you before smiling widely at the camera. You were blinded momentarily as the flash went off before you went to check how the photo turned out. 

You and Niall both had wide grins on your faces, Niall’s arm wrapped around you tightly with your head resting on his shoulder. Out of all the Christmas photos you had ever taken - This one was definitely the best one. 


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REQUEST: Can you do a Peter Parker (CW) x Reader where the reader has a huge crush on Spider Man but she doesn’t know it’s her best friend so he reveals it


There was nothing more that you hated than a Monday morning. You wanted to climb back into your bed and sleep for hours but you had to go to school. Thinking about sitting in classes for eight hours made you want to wretch.

The only thing that made you want to go to school was seeing your best friend Peter Parker. You had known Peter since you were ten years old. He had moved into the same apartment building as you. Peter was moving into the building with his Aunt May after his parents got killed in a car accident.

You befriended him from that first day and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. You had been harboring feelings for Peter for some time now. He had never shown any interest so you kept the feelings you had for him to yourself.

Once you made it to your locker, you opened it and saw the huge Spiderman sticker you had on the door. The web slinging hero was all the rage at school. People were constantly watching videos that others were sharing online. You often wondered who Spiderman was. Could he be walking down the same hallways as you?

“(Y/n)!” You heard a familiar voice calling you.

You turned and looked to your right seeing Peter maneuver his way through the crowd of students. He had a smile on his face like he normally did when he saw you.

“How are you so damn chipper on a Monday morning?” You asked him once he reached you.

“I had a good weekend.”

“Thanks for inviting me to whatever you went to. Not like I was busy or anything.” You joked.

“I’m sorry! It was just a spur of the moment thing with some other friends.”

You stopped what you were doing and looked at him, “What friends? I’m your only friend, Parker.”

Peter scoffed at you, “You aren’t my only friend. I’ve got plenty of friends!”

“Like who?”

Peter started stuttering, “Uh, well there’s that guy uh in gym and you know the janitor is pretty cool.”

“You’re telling me you hung out with the janitor this weekend?”

“No! It was just some people, (Y/n).”

“I’ll let it go. Hey, did you see Spiderman catching that mugger in Central Park on Saturday? He’s the guy that’s been stealing all those purses from women for like weeks. Someone caught the fight and uploaded it.” You closed your locker and you and Peter started walking down the hall. The two of you were in the same homeroom.

“Uh no, I haven’t seen it.”

“I’ll show it to you at lunch. Spiderman was so amazing! The way he fought that guy was incredible!”

Peter chuckled next to you, “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you had a crush on Spiderman.”

“Ha! No I don’t have a crush on him.” You said but you knew that you were lying. If you had told Peter the truth, you felt like he would think you were being silly.

“You always gush about the guy. It’s clear that you have a crush on him.”

“Ugh fine! I have a crush on Spiderman.” You admitted.

Peter smiled a little, “What do you like about him?”

The two of you walked into your homeroom and went to the back where your seats were.

“I guess the whole saving people thing is hot. He’s fearless but not completely reckless. I’m sure he has a great heart because he’s out there risking his life for others.”

“Eh, I think the guy is a bit overrated if you ask me.” Peter joked.

You reached over and smacked his arm, “Take that back, Parker!”


The streets of New York were almost deserted. You had been at the library for what you expected to be for an hour or two but it turned into four and a half. Your mom had texted you multiple times already asking where you were.

You had a huge calculus test to prepare for and you needed all of the study time that you could get.

Once you had texted your mom that you were on your way home, you set out on the usual way you took from the library.

You took a shortcut through an alley when you heard something that sounded like it was coming from above you. You stopped walking and looked up. There wasn’t anything there.

You dropped your gaze to in front of you and nearly screamed. Standing right there in front of you was Spiderman.

He raised his left hand and waved, “Hey there.”

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe that it’s you! What are you doing here?” You could feel yourself beginning to babble.

“I was just in the neighborhood and saw a beautiful girl like yourself wandering around alone. You know you shouldn’t be walking around here by yourself.” He said. There was something about him that seemed familiar, like you had heard his voice before.

“I can take care of myself.”

Spiderman chuckled a little, “I’m sure you can.”

“There’s something about you that I feel familiar with. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded and took a step closer to him. He watched you as you circled around him. He wasn’t that much taller than you. His stance was that of a normal teenage boy.

“Have we met before?”

“Don’t you think you would remember meeting a guy in a red costume?”

You laughed, “You’re right about that. I just feel like I’ve met you before.”

Spiderman reached under his chin and lifted his mask up.

It was Peter.

You froze and remembered the conversation that you and Peter had earlier that day. You told your best friend to his face that you liked him! Well, you didn’t know that he was Spiderman of course.

“I can’t believe that it’s you!” You breathed out before reaching over and smacking his arm.

“Ouch! What the hell was that for?”

“You’re an idiot! I can’t believe you do have the stuff you’ve been doing!”

“You thought it was noble earlier.”

“That’s before I knew it was you! Peter, I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me! I can’t believe that you let me–”

“Let you admit that you had a crush on me?” He smirked.

You looked away from him, “That too.”

Peter took a step closer to you, “I know you weren’t speaking of me directly but.. I’ve been waiting for so long for you to say that you have a crush on me.”


He nodded and brushed some hair off of your face, “Yeah. I’ve been wanting to ask you out for so long. I just didn’t know if you would be willing to go out with me.”

“Well, if the offer still stands, I would love to go out with you, Peter.”

Peter leaned closer to you and kissed you softly. Before the kiss could go any farther, you phone started ringing loudly.

You reached into your jacket pocket and saw that your mom was calling you. “Crap, I’m late.”

“I can get you home soon.”


Peter wrapped his arm around you tightly and smiled, “Just hold on tight.”


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 AN: Alright, y'all asked for Part 4 and here it is! Hope y'all enjoy it! (Gif is mine. I made it.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3


“Now You Know” Part 4

Everyone stood silent for a minute, taking in what had just happened.

“Tony, that was uncalled for.” Nat finally spoke.

Everyone shared a scowl and called it a night.

Pietro walked around the tower, feeling like this was all his fault. I should’ve left her alone, he thought. He noticed Bruce was still in the lab, and decided to ask him some questions.

Bruce was silently looking at some test results, “I was wondering when you come ask about her.” He looked up at Pietro.

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Andy Biersack imagine (bc my feelings are through the roof)
I should be working on my fanfic but *sighs* I’ll probably start uploading it sometime next week…? Depending on if I have time because I’m going to a band camp for 2 weeks and it’s all day stuff so…
Anyways, here’s a emotional imagine!

You lay in bed, scrolling through tumblr.
Sometimes when you’re bored, you go on Andy’s tag, just to see what’s up.
Imagines, pictures, confessions, smut, more imagines, more smut, kinky smut, smut-
Maybe that’s enough for today.
You couldn’t help but see a lot of Warped tour pictures, many beautiful fans and other artists posing with Andy.
One being the beautiful Juliet Simms. (I love Juliet guys she’s like one of the sweetest girls I’m not dissing her aha)
You couldn’t help but admire her. I mean, she makes great music, she’s drop dead beautiful, sweet.
Also really close to Andy. For everything.
They having a past together didn’t really help your confidence at this point.
You get up and look at yourself in the mirror.
You start questioning your looks.
Andy have literally millions of girls who would sell their soul to be in your spot, girls that he could have in one action or word.
Why did he pick you? Out of every other pretty girl out there.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair.
Why do you do this to yourself? You always end up making yourself feel like shit about something you shouldn’t even think about.
You decide to try and drop it, going on your way to the kitchen, passing Andy who’s sitting on the couch.
“Hey babe, how was the nap?” He says, looking up from his laptop.
You shrug. “Okay, I didn’t sleep long.”
“Oh, okay.”
“I’m getting something to drink, want anything?”
You nod, going to the fridge, getting a bottle of water for Andy and making tea for yourself.
You bite your lip, returning to the living room.
This was eating your insides and you couldn’t stop thinking about Andy’s choice of you.
You hand him the water, thinking.
“You alright?” He asks, sitting his laptop on the coffee table.
“Hmm?” You say, returning back to earth.
“You seem distracted by something.”
“Oh, I’m fine. Just thinking.”
“What are you thinking about that has you zoned out?” He takes a sip of his water, eyes not leaving you.
You pull your legs underneath you.
“You… It’s nothing. I… You wouldn’t understand it. It’s a dumb thought anyway.” You mumble, sipping your tea.
He frowns. “You’re worrying me babe, what’s up?” He turns his body to you, giving you his full attention.
You sigh, sitting your mug down.
“I’ve… Been thinking a lot and just… I… It’s really stupid.” You chuckle, shaking your head.
Andy grabs your hands, interwinding his fingers with yours.
“It’s okay, you can tell me anything.” You look him in the eyes.
“I…. Andy, why did you pick me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, like to have a relationship with. Why me? Why not any others prettier girl who is wrapped around your finger and would be with you in a heartbeat? Why someone so boring and… Just me?”
He smiles slightly, taking one of his hands, cupping your cheek lightly.
“Is this why you’ve been so distracted lately? You’ve been questioning why I wanted a relationship with you? And not just any girl?”
You nod. “I told you it was stupid.”
“Not at all Y/N. I thought you were breaking up with me at first. No, no, no. And why did I want something with you? Because love, when I first saw you… Well, it’s hard to describe love at first sight. I saw you and… My heart beater faster, all the people around you, but I couldn’t see them. All I saw was your beautiful self. My stomach had this ache, not a painful one but… A funny one. My head was foggy and clear at the same time and all I wanted to do was admire you, talk to you, get to know you. I just knew that you were special. I knew you were going to be a part of my life. I was going to make it happen. As for the other girls, I don’t see them like I do you. I love you for all the unique things only you do. How you steal my shirts to wear to bed when I’m not here, using my shampoo in the shower because you say I smell good, cutting off the crust of your toast because it’s too crunchy. Getting tshirts a size too big because you say you want to be stylish yet comfy, when you’re at our concerts and still cheer and scream like you don’t know me personally. It’s adorable and it’s just only a few reasons I love you with all my heart. Sure, there are other girls out there, but I only want you.”
He presses a light kiss to your lips and you smile.
“Oh Andy, I’m sorry I doubted it.”
He shakes his head, pulling you almost into his lap.
“No, you didn’t. You just don’t know, and never will know how much I love you. You have became my world- fuck it, you’ve became my universe. Without you…. Is something I don’t want to imagine. I love you so much Y/N, it almost hurts. But it’s worth the pain to have the most beautiful, funny, adorable girlfriend and hopefully wife someday.”
You can’t help but smile as you wrap your arms around Andy and kiss him.

If you have a suggestion or a personal request, send it in to me! I don’t ignore requests!

Somebody get me an ice-pack because this this thing got steamy! I did not intend for it to go this way - at all, I promise - but sometimes there is nothing I can do. Anyway, you guys really liked Plague and, after uploading it to AO3, it did so well, I figured to ignore my rule of only doing 4 parts and carry on with it. Difficult to say when I will stop but so far you guys seem to like it and I enjoy writing it so let’s keep at it, shall we? I think @summeroffortyfives and @tmntloverxd would appreciate being tagged in this (also @arabella-loves-coffee). Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I know its really soon to ask this but could you please do a part 5 to it. About the aftermath of the kiss like if they become a couple or something like that

The feelsssssss from your stories. Anything Loki x reader especially.

Plague (Part 5)

Part 4

“What we did-” Loki began.
“What you did.” You corrected him. He growled a little at the interruption.
“Regardless; what happened yesterday was completely accidental. And moreover, it was wrong.”
“Absolutely.” You agreed.
“We shouldn’t have done it.”
“No, we shouldn’t.”

Earlier that day you had had your fingers tangled in Loki’s hair and your body pressed against him, practically fused together with the heat of passion. It had been the first time since having a cold that your temperature was not a result of your affliction. Since then the two of you had avoided each other completely, neither able to admit the obvious or deny it. Your emotions were a dangerous and toxic combination that you couldn’t fathom. Loki felt the same – the premise of falling for a Midgardian was sickening and strange to the God. He couldn’t be sure it was real, or right. Thus the current conversation was the first time the two of you had spoken since then. Be it through avoiding eye contact or evading dialogue with each other, the two of you had practiced extensive measures to ensure that you need never address the situation.

And that had lasted for a few hours.

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Dave Lizewski Imagine: This Is My Story

TW: Abuse, Eating Disorder

You and Dave had been together for just under a year and you had no idea whatsoever what you would get him, so being the smart girlfriend you were you asked him, although him being a pain all he wanted was to know about your past and your secrets. You were not the most open person with anyone and it took a lot for you too trust someone but Dave should have known by now, I mean you loved him, he was your first and you were his, you knew everything about him so it would be only fair if you did that to him.

But because you couldn’t talk about it face to face, not yet, you weren’t ready, your mind came up with a better idea, you could film yourself talking into a camera about it. Setting up a camera you had borrowed from your parents who were on a date night luckily, you sat down in front of it keeping a box of tissues near, knowing what was going to be inevitable. “So, Dave, this is your anniversary present so happy anniversary baby!” you chuckled before taking a deep breath and beginning.

“This is my story” you began looking down at the tissue in your hand, “and I’m ready to tell you. It started when I was twelve back in the UK, I wasn’t the skinniest of girls, I really wasn’t and there was the popular girls at school and well they took me under their wing, encouraging me just to not eat, we were 12 this was crazy. Well I didn’t and over the next couple of years I would starve myself, just down right refuse to eat, I would make myself sick, I would do crazy things until I was about 15 when my Dad left us, my mum was a wreck which made me worse, I would just starve myself until I would pass out but my mum was too drunk to care. Then it hit bottom, my mum met a new man, although she was still drinking, even when he moved in, the sick bastard would just hit me and my sister around like crazy and well I couldn’t stand it so I ran away, as far as I could, I was found and he got mad. So mad the police were called and well I don’t want to go into detail but this scar” you gestured lifting up your shirt to show the camera the blade shaped scar.  “, Was due to it. And well I hated feeling like I wasn’t strong enough so aged 15 I decided that enough was enough.” You stopped wiping your eyes to catch the tears before continuing. “I started to work out daily, every day doing do many push ups and sit ups, just to build my strength and that’s when we moved here. But that’s not it, the reason I’m secretive about now still is because y’know Hit Girl (Just pretend that Hit Girl wasn’t younger than him b/c I cannot think of a name it’s like 1am) you’re looking at her” you exclaimed pausing to show up the mask. “That’s pretty much it babe, happy anniversary though” you smiled blowing a kiss at the camera before shutting the camera off and uploading it to your laptop so you could send it to Dave.

It was just gone midnight anyway, so technically it was your anniversary today. Dave opened it straight away although once he watched it there was no reply, you waited almost 20 minutes but there was no reply. Just as you were about to get under the duvet Dave came crashing through your window with a bouquet of flowers and a little red bag. “Happy anniversary Hit Girl” he smiled kissing your lips gently, before placing the flowers in an empty vase that was stood in your room, using your glass of water to fill it before sitting next to you on the bed. “I loved the video, it showed me how much of a hero you actually are, even though you were already special to me, your even more now, anyway here I got you something” he beamed kissing your cheek as you began to open it, stopping and reaching under your pillow to grab Dave’s other present; a signed copy of his favourite comic. Letting Dave open his first he hugged you tightly kissing you 100 times as he immediately realised what is was. “Open yours!” he exclaimed watching your face as confusion fell upon it as you undid the bow to find nothing. “Babe?” you questioned as he smirked. “Huh, oh how did this get in my pocket?” he asked sarcastically pulling out a small ring box making your eyes go wide. “It’s not an engagement ring, it’s a promise ring, a promise that the day we turn 18 we’re going to get married, a big white wedding with all of our friends” he chuckled watching as tears filled your eyes. He slipped the ring on slowly you securing it before hugging him tightly making you both fall back against the bed laughing.

Your parents coughing loudly making you jump apart, they knew about Dave and were completely okay with it because he was such a sweet boy. “Nice to see Dave can use a door, hi sweetie” she smiled, “You guys better go to sleep though because I have work tomorrow” she ordered shutting the door behind her. As the door shut you both began to giggle until something being pushed under the door made you both looked over. Your mother had pushed a condom underneath your door, making you both burst out laughing as Dave picked it up wiggling his brows at you. “Er no” you laughed taking it and throwing it across the room as Dave whined and cuddled into you. “When they leave for work tomorrow” you whispered kissing his cheek.

“Night babe” you spoke as you cuddled into him.

“Night baby”

This is just a quick little part 2 to ‘Instincts’. I did it to add more fluff to the piece (as was originally requested by theunlikelyavenger) and to add in Steve’s reaction. This was requested by disneylandequalssecondhome and also, it should also answer wagesof-sin‘s query about the reader’s anxieties. Apologies, again, for taking so long to upload. You should be aware that I am a very easily distracted person and… well, let’s just say I have significantly more fanart saved to my computer now than I did this morning. Enjoy, my darlings. I shall continue with requests forthwith!


OMG. I loved Instincts so much. It was absolutely perfect. Very heartfelt. It made me happy to see Bucky portrayed as himself and not the Winter Soldier. Is there anyway I can have a Part Two? Or even a quick drabble? :DD I just want to read the Avengers’ reaction to the kiss, especially Steve. Thanks doll.
BRO I CAN’T EVEN. SERIOUSLY. I guess I did ask for angst too, on a separate occasion, but the balance between fluff and angst in this one was pleasantly surprising ??? …  MORE HUGS NEXT TIME? PRETTY PLEASE? 

“Instinct” (Part 2)

Part 1

Bucky’s arms were comfortably around your waist as the credits for Tarzan rolled across the screen - again. Ever since the day that he’d kissed you, he’d become increasingly more comfortable with physical contact. Your relationship had also steadily progressed into something more romantic, though you’d kept it a secret for the last few weeks. Bucky’s newfound confidence was frequently put into practice and, when he could get away with it, he would take your hand, kiss the top of your forehead, link your little fingers or even put his arm around you.

By far his favourite thing to do now was cuddle. You found the idea of a revered ex-assassin being a soft and cuddly person rather amusing but when his arms were around you, all thoughts from your head disappeared – the monitor would flat line. He could make your heart race and your skin tingle in the most gloriously giddy way. This was one of those times. Bucky sat on the end of the sofa, leaning against the arm of it, and you were sat between his legs, leaning against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your torso leaving his hands to gently rest on your hips - he’d become very good at hugging.

“Want to watch it again?” You asked, tilting your head upwards to look up him. Something about Bucky’s jawline made him very attractive from underneath.
“Nah. It’ll be the 3rd time.” He chuckled, making you bounce a little as his chest rumbled.
“I don’t mind. It’s a good film. If you want to watch it again, we can.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“Don’t say that. You’re lovely.” You grinned and Bucky cut off your smile by covering your mouth with his own. It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed since that day but he never failed to surprise you.

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This is my first Male!Reader fic so I hope it’s okay. I took inspiration from my Pony fics and hoped for the best (as @imagine-that-marvel herself recommended). It got a little suggestive at the end and Tony is just a big bashful puppy. Natasha gives no shits. Thank you for the challenge, @anime-dillon88. I missed out the reader having powers unfortunately - you can just presume they’re a techie or something - and the most plotting that the others did was Tony and Nat pushing Steve right into the reader’s arms and then locking the door. That counts, right? Ah well, enjoy!

Prompt: Do you take request that are gay? like StevexReader(male) if so could you do one where the reader (with powers (your choice)) has just joined the team and the reader and Steve have feelings for each other ( and it is painfully obvious to the rest of the team) but neither of them know how to express their feelings so the team starts to plot. You can take it from there I’m sure, please and thank you.

“A Lesson in Temperament”

“Can you…” Steve dug his fingers into his temples, “Can you not touch those please?” He asked.

“I just need to borrow this one thing.” You muttered, rifling through the files that were organised on the table.
“Okay but there’s a system-”
“Never mind, I’ve found it,” You declared. “Honestly, how do you find anything in this mess?” You chuckled, nudging Steve with your elbow before skipping away. Steve was positively fuming. It had taken him a good few hours to organise those files and now they were mixed up again.

Red in the face, he stormed after you, snatching the paperwork out of your hands before you could leave with it.
“Can you not take anything seriously?”
“Oh, calm down, cupcake. You’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting?” Steve yelled. You rolled your eyes, provoking him further. “Overre- There was a system.”

“You and your systems!” You shouted back. Natasha, who was sat nearby, looked up from her tablet at the sound of the ensuing argument. “Cap, you need to lighten up a little bit. Maybe get a hobby.”
“Reading files is my hobby. Not that you’d know. All you ever do is sit in your room and slack off.” You gritted your teeth and folded your arms. “Maybe if you attended a training session once in a while you’d respect what I do more.”

“Listen, time capsule.” You snapped, jabbing a finger in Steve’s face. “The only respect you’re getting from me is that I’d give the elderly. Let me know if you ever need help crossing the road or using a computer.”

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Not my best work at all. I apologise to @thebeutifulsunriseofmoi for the following work - I really struggled to come up with anything decent and I hope the imagery at the end is some sort of compensation. Again, sorry that I botched up your request. :/ Hopefully it is still somewhat enjoyable. 

Prompt: Hi! So, If you are still taking request I would love to request a StevexReader! So can it be when the reader is bored and has a great idea to play Just Dance but doesn’t want to play alone so she goes and gets Steve to play with her! If you can that’ll be great!

“Just Dance”

Steve always tried to be cheery after waking up; the one thing he prided himself on was being a morning person. However the rain last night had been relentless and left him feeling exhausted the morning after. He shuffled into the main room of the Avengers Tower in the clothing he’d fallen into bed with last night. You were propped up on the sofa with a steaming mug in your hand, flitting through the pages of a book. Steve collapsed next to you.

“Good morning.” You smiled, turning another page. You were skimming the words on the paper with surprising speed.
“Good-” Steve paused. The book was small and lacking in contents on certain pages. Any words that were written were in… his handwriting.

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This took far longer to upload than I expected. :/ I was doing so well with uploading every day until student finance and other somewhat important things got in the way. Guess we’ll just go back to the old format then. This was requested a while back by @rebel-girl92. I’m not sure how I feel about it but hopefully you will enjoy it. :) 

Prompt: …the reader is a new Avengers recruit and her sassy, no-nonsense personality and liberal views clash with Tony’s for the first few months? After a while they slightly warm up to each other but most of their encounters consist of playful banter. Then late one night he finds her in the living room crying (family drama, running into an ex, etc.), comforts her, and they stay up all night talking. By morning the reader realizes she’s been completely wrong about him.

“Old Flames and Ashes”

“Who the hell is that?” Tony asked, watching the CCTV on his tablet. A woman stood outside of the tower with a rucksack on her shoulder. She rapped her knuckles on the main door again and looked around a bit as she waited for the entrance to open. Clint Barton was sat next to Stark and peered over his shoulder. He started when he saw who was on the screen.
“Oh my god…” He murmured, growing a grin.

“Who is she?” Tony asked but Hawkeye was already on his feet, heading for the lift. He waved his hand airily.
“Let her in, let her in. I can vouch for her.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Tony grumbled as he stepped into the elevator beside his teammate.

By the time the lift reached the ground door, the woman had been bid entrance. She beamed when she saw Clint and trotted towards him. He wrapped his arms around her and laughed.
“I thought it was you!” He chuckled.
“Nice to know I’m still a familiar face.”

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In retrospect, I should’ve uploaded this before I did the master list but oh well, too late to turn back now. The gif for this one is a little strange but it worked surprisingly well, it’ll make more sense once you’ve read it. This request is for hawkmarta​ - I’m sorry it took so long my darling. I hope this is the tragic story you wanted. And yes, it is tragic. You’d better cry. ;) Anyway: enjoy, my darlings! 

Prompt: Helloo! :) I have been reading your imagines for a bit and i already love it! :) Can you do one for me please? :) Avengers please :) Little exp-My crush/lover (you decide) is Clint Barton,i am Avenger too but more like master killer and i predict visions. I kinda like tragic stories…If you can,please do it like that way :)Already thank you! :)


“(Y/n), if you don’t hurry the hell up, I swear to God-”
“I’m coming!” You yelled indignantly. Natasha Romanoff, or Natalia as you knew her, was your older sister. She’d requested that you join the Avengers to ‘help you grow’ but you knew that she really meant to keep tabs on you.

For a long time you had been a master assassin – not quite to Nat’s level but good enough to get you on SHIELD’s radar. The real kicker were the superpowers that allowed you to see briefly into the future. The visions were almost never clear or obvious; more like a bunch of images strung together. Sometimes you could decipher what they were implying but more often than not you were forced to wait. There was the odd occasion, a blessing, when the vision would be something you’d already seen and needed to remember; but more often than not they were incomprehensible. Hence why you had taken up training to assassinate. It helped you reach your goals faster to understand what the images meant.

A few name changes and secret identities later, you were finally feeling the consequences of your actions. Your visions came at unexpected moments – they were vivid and bright – and one particularly restless night saw an eagle, followed by a flash of red. SHIELD. They were coming for you. Yet the last thing you’d expected was to see your sister knocking on the door trying to recruit you. Apparently, she’d finally tracked you down.

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Bit of a short version than I’d have liked but I managed to fit in all the ideas I had. This one is again for @georghiousophia (who has perhaps one of the most difficult to spell URLs that I’ve ever type). I hope you enjoy it - I should be uploading a couple more one-shots today because I’ve been writing them over the course of the week. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Omg I loved it so much THANK YOU ❤️🔫 PLEASE DO PART 2

“Castigations and Celebrations” (Part 2)

Part 1

Your wooden dining table took up a lot of space in your sitting room. The dimly lit apartment was cramped and untidy but it was home. 2 windows let a little evening moonlight into the room and it complimented the yellow glow of the candle that sat in front of you. The solitary cupcake sat on a plate in front of you – gloating. You quickly blew out the candle protruding from the top and sighed as the wonderful smell of a freshly extinguished candle filled your nose.

Happy Birthday, you thought to yourself.

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Star Wars and Tony Stark. Never thought I’d see the day. I also live for Steve being confused by modern references (oh, and Clint being a disgruntled and sassy bird). Anyway, thank you to @awkward-wayward-daughter for requesting this. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Could you write a one shot where the reader and Tony always bump heads and don’t like each other, but then Tony finds out about the readers love for Star Wars and builds her a R2-D2 as a peace offering. And fluff! Thank you if you can! Even if you can’t, you’re amazing!

“A New Hope”

“There’s got to be something we can do.” Steve groaned. Clint’s head was on the table with his arms draped over it. You and Tony had been arguing for hours in the other room and ultimately everyone had taken themselves away. They congregated in the dining room to concoct a solution but hadn’t been able to escape the noise completely. When there appeared to be a brief moment of silence, Barton’s head lifted in hope – only to hit the table once more when Tony’s raised voice could be heard once more. Clint let out a strangled moan in exasperation. Natasha petted him sympathetically on the head.

“There’s nothing that we haven’t already tried or thought of,” said Bruce, who was surprisingly calm. “We just have to accept that those two are doomed to bump heads forever.”
“Then give me the gun now so I can end it.” Clint’s muffled voice responded. Steve couldn’t determine who he intended to shoot – Stark, (y/n), or himself. Either way, they needed a solution.

“Don’t they have mutual interests? Hobbies?”
“If they did, would they be at each other’s throats all the time?” Bruce sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. Steve turned to Natasha.
“You’ve got to be able to find something. Lay some traps, set a scene – find something that they’ve got in common and set them up to figure it out.”

Nat shrugged.
“I might be able to do some digging.”
“If not for us, then do it for Barton. Look at him.” Steve gestured to the archer who was softly banging his head against the table, letting out a muffled cry with every strike. “They’re driving him insane.”

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I figured that given we’re nearing Halloween, I’d try and incorporate it somehow. This is as close as I could get. I realise that I haven’t been uploading as much recently but I’ve totally had a good reason - I was sleeping every day until noon for a bit and rewatching the Harry Potter films. Sue me. This was requested by @all-nerds-here​, I hope you like it!

Prompt: I know you have been busy with the incredible Loki fic, but i was wondering if you could write me a Clint fic… The reader is alittle new to the Avengers at the tower and Clint likes her but is shy and avoids her, watches her from his perch up high

“Fright Night” (Part 1)

There wasn’t a lot that made Clint Barton nervous. Heights? Never. Spiders? Of course not. The dark? Not unless he’d watched a particularly bad horror film beforehand. To say that fear was a foreign feeling to him was an understatement. So when he felt his hands getting clammy and his heart racing, at first he wasn’t sure how to react.

You weren’t a part of the Avengers per se, but Tony had taken you on to help with some administration as a favour to a friend and decided to introduce you to the team the next time that you were all in town.
“She’s good at the tech stuff.” He explained. “I mean, she’s not quite as good as me, obviously, but she’ll be organising all our mission specs and gradually making digital copies of all our old paper files. Should make sorting through things a bit easier.”

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