Request: could you do an dick x reader imagine that y/n is on her period and dick gets all nervous because he don’t know what to do and it’s like soo fluffy and something like this?? ❤
You really didn’t feel like doing much today, you wanted some good snacks and to cuddle up into your blankets all day until you stopped feeling quite so miserable. Having to flake out on the plans you’d made with Dick to spend the day at the beach made you feel just a little bit more miserable. It seemed Mother Nature loved to ruin your plans, leaving you feeling bloated and crampy and not wanting to spend the day in a swimsuit or sitting in the sand.
You could see some of the light and excitement leave Dick’s face as you explained to him why you had to cancel your long awaited beach day, but he still seemed understanding enough. He quickly started to go overboard trying to give you everything he thought you may need.
“I think you need to calm down a bit,” you suggested to your frantic boyfriend when you saw him make his fourth visit to add over the counter pain meds, salty snacks, sweet snacks, and any drink you’d ever told him you liked to your bedside table.
“But your body is betraying you right now!” he sputtered. “It’s making you feel like crap, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t do everything to make you feel better until your lady parts decide to cooperate again.”
He definitely did not miss the eyebrow you quirked at that last part. In some ways he made sense, but he was going too over the top for you, and you knew you needed to set the poor guy straight before he passed out from exhaustion.
“Dick, would you have known this if I hadn’t told you?” you reasoned.
“Probably not at first,” he conceded.
“Probably not at all,” you corrected. “I have been dealing with this once a month, every month since I was eleven. I’m at a point in my life that I’ve spent more time dealing with the ‘time of the month’ than I have not dealing with it. Last I checked, while I appreciate the concern, I’m perfectly able to keep myself hydrated and taken care of. You’ve got nothing to worry about, babe.”
You could see Dick begin to relax, finally letting go of his own anxieties about dealing with the opposite sex. Even as he relaxed, you could see Dick still clearly didn’t know what you wanted him to do and his hesitation to fully let go until he knew.
“C’mon, I just want to cuddle,” you offered, finally giving Dick what he wanted, some way to make you feel comfortable.
He didn’t need to be asked twice, climbing into bed behind you and wrapping his arms around you. Slowly, he began to relax and enjoy the time he was getting to just cuddle with you and forget about the outside world. If you decided you needed anything at all, he’d be at your beck and call getting everything you want, but for right now you were both content to stay wrapped up in bed together watching some old movie Dick didn’t even recognize.
Note: Apparently this is the only Scott fic I wrote?? Please request some? I love him??
Scott, from the moment he got it, hated his mutation. He hated the danger it put others in, he hated the lack of control he had over it, even after months of practice, but most of all, he hated that he couldn’t see his eyes.
Everyone else at the mansion had a pretty good chance of finding their soulmates. Mutants, more often than not, ended up with mutants. But no matter how bad he wanted to find his soulmate, he knew he couldn’t. Not without endangering everyone around.
Honestly, he just wanted to be able to see the world as it was, without the red hues that his glasses provided. Even if it was just for a little while.
You hated your powers for a completely different reason. Your mutation wasn’t so much a mutation as it was a lack of one. You had the ability to block the powers of others. It was helpful sometimes. Not as helpful as, say, being able to shoot lasers from your eyes or being able to teleport or being able to read minds and move things without touching them, but it was useful, you supposed, for defensive tactics.
The others called you Shield.
Now that you had been working with Charles and the other X-Men, you supposed your powers weren’t so bad. Months of work had shown that if you focused hard enough, you were able to create force-fields and other defensive measures to protect yourselves and the others in battle. Jean couldn’t get inside your head, and none of the others’ powers could affect you either.
Scott had liked you since the moment you arrived at the mansion. He took one look at you through the red lenses in front of his eyes and he knew that you weren’t just another student or another teammate. You were something more than that. He didn’t know, however, the extent to which the two of you were connected.
When he learned about your powers and what you could do, it only gave him more hope.
After training one day, Scott approached you.
“Hey there, Shield.”
“What’s up, Cyclops?” You teased.
He smirked. “You know I hate that name.”
“And you know I hate mine, so I guess we’re about even.”
“Fair enough.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “So I was wondering maybe…I want to go to the mall, and I kind of don’t want to wear my glasses- that didn’t come out right. What I’m trying to ask is-”
“You want me to block your powers for a few hours so you can go to the mall like a normal teenager.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I was trying to say.”
“I can do it, but I’d have to go with you.” You told him. It didn’t seem to bother him. The opposite, in fact.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“All right, let me get changed out of this battle suit and then I’ll meet you in the main room?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
***
The drive to the mall was nice. The two of you had ‘borrowed’ one of the professor’s cars and were jamming out to the radio all the way there. It had been a while since either of you had found time to relax and just be teenagers. Being X-Men was important, but it didn’t exactly leave you a lot of free time.
You parked the car and the two of you stood in the parking lot.
“We should probably do it out here in case anything goes wrong.” You told him.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Scott nodded. He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, and then took off his glasses, tucking them away in his pocket. You took both of his hands in your own and took a deep breath. Your power flowed into Scott, and he gasped as he felt the change. It was small, but it was there. “Can I-?”
“You can open your eyes, Scott.”
For the first time in months, when he opened his eyes, lasers didn’t erupt from his eye sockets. And in addition to that, the sky wasn’t purple. It was blue. He stared up at the cloudless blue for a few seconds longer. He had almost forgotten what it looked like.
Then, slowly, Scott brought his line of vision down…to you. He was scared of hurting you, but you squeezed his hands reassuringly. Nothing would happen so long as you were touching him.
Finally, your eyes met his. For the first time, you gazed into his mismatched eyes and your heart stopped. His left eye matched your right eye. And your left eye matched his right eye. The two of you stood there frozen, staring at the other’s eyes until they faded to matching.
“S-Scott.” You struggled to get your mouth to cooperate. “You’re…”
“I knew it.” His voice was quiet, disbelieving of what had just happened. “I knew it!”
“Oh my God,” you rushed into his arms. Scott held you tight, spinning you around like you were a princess in some fairytale and the two of you had just stumbled upon a happily ever after. Scott had been your soulmate all along.
The two of you stood there holding each other for a moment. Scott never wanted to let go of you. Somehow, holding you in his arms was the most satisfying feeling on the planet, and he felt like he would never get enough of it.
You pulled away to look at him for a few seconds, eyes scanning over his unobscured face. You brushed his cheek with your thumb, staring at his soft lips. He smiled and pulled you in, closing the space between you.
“Thank you,” He whispered as he rested his forehead against yours. “For everything.”
“How about we go into the mall, soulmate?” You laughed through tears of joy. He nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then wrapping an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked into the building
Note: Some love for my second-favorite speedster. (The first is Pietro)
Warnings: None?
“Wait, I don’t exactly understand. What happened to Peter?” you asked Hank after he analyzed your best friend and long-time crush. In a battle, Peter had crossed paths with a weird chemical, and he hadn’t been acting the same since.
“The chemical he spilled all over himself seems to have sapped his powers. Temporarily. I think. Basically, he’s human. Moving at our pace.
“Everything is moving so fast. Why is everything moving so fast?!” Peter’s eyes were wide. He looked around the room as if there were oncoming trains all around him. “Is it always like this?!”
“Yes.” you and Hank answered together.
“Is there anything we can do?” you asked, rubbing Peter’s back. He leaned into your touch for support.
“It should wear off after twenty-four hours. If it doesn’t after that, then I can try to speed up the process, but until then…”
“So I’m just stuck like this for an entire day?!”
“Peter, stop shouting.”
“Sorry.” he apologized quietly. “But really? Twenty-four hours? Come onnnnnn.”
“Pete, let’s go watch some TV or something, huh? Maybe you could take a nap or-”
“I get it, I get it. Quit bugging Hank.” Peter stood up, following you out the door.
“Thanks, Hank!” you called.
“Thanks, Hank…” Peter mumbled. Hank chuckled. You would certainly have your hands full today. He was thankful he wasn’t you.
***
“(Y/NNNNNN) Everything is moving too fast!” Peter whined, head leaning back against the couch.
“Maybe you’re moving too slow,” you smirked from the other side of the room.
“(Y/NNNNNN)~”
“What? Do you want me to get you water or something? I can make more popcorn.”
“No…Can you…I dunno…cuddle with me?”
“What?” you laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Your laugh faded away when you realized he was serious. “Please?”
When you didn’t answer, he slumped over, laying down on the couch and resting his hands behind his head. You walked over slowly, crawling on top of him. You pressed your ear to the fabric of his Pink Floyd shirt. His heart, for the first time ever, was beating at the same pace as yours. You smiled. Peter’s eyes flicked across your face, searching your expression. One of his hands came to rest around your waist and the other brushed the small hairs at the front of your face out of the way.
“What?” he grinned in amusement.
“Your heartbeat.”
“What about it?”
“It’s the same speed as mine.”
“Hmm.” he hummed thoughtfully. “You know, I think the cuddling is helping.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” he kissed your forehead. “We should do this more often.”
Pairing: Reader x Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner) Warnings: Swearing? idk this is a mini part that I might do a second part to idk. Let me know what yas think A/N: Alright I need to explain this one. Comic!verse Kurt is known to have little creatures sometimes follow him around that look like him. These little fuzzballs used to look more like Azazel, Kurt’s father; and would only serve him. Kurt found one of his father’s minions who had been left behind, managed to tame it, and that’s how they began turning against Azazel, which caused The Bamfs to change to look more like our beloved Nightcrawler. That’s a very vague version of the story but you get the jist ~ Your mutation: Ice powers
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”
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You couldn’t believe your eyes. There stood Loki. And Loki? Times three. You blinked about 5 more times before blurting out the first thing to come to mind. “You have… Superpowers?” Loki’s head whipped around at the sound of your energetic voice. “Oh my- I can’t believe it!” You gushed as you watched your boyfriends face turn pink.
“Do you think you can teach me that?” You asked before Loki could say anything else. “Oh darling. This is just practical magic. I can’t teach a mere mortal” Loki stepped over and cooed as his hands pressed against your cheeks. “My sweet and innocent baby” He teased as you laughed. You crinkled your nose. “I shall try I suppose….” Loki finally answered with a wide smile as you cheered. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.
—— dumb, sweet, post-first-date-fluff for bucky x reader! enjoy!
You can’t say no to him.
Really, you can’t.
Bucky toes the cement floor of the foyer outside your quarters; the hallway of the forty-fifth floor of Stark Tower is empty save for you and him.
He looks so out of place.
He’s bulky in the doorway. His vibranium shoulder is whirring quietly beneath his dark sweater – and, when he moves from foot to foot, eyes swimming around your face, you have to hide a smile with a bashful duck of your head. You nudge his steel-toed boot with your kicks, enjoying the closeness of the moment. He’s handsome and you think so and you don’t hide it anymore.
“I had fun.”
“Me too.”
There’s a beat of a moment where his Adam’s apple bobs and cold fingers twitch in his pockets. He’s thinking about reaching out and touching you – but, years of terror-formed habits keeps him back.
Your fingers breach the space between you both, fingers looping into the front of his sweater as you try and anchor yourself in the glow of the post-date haze. He meets the touch with cold fingers.
“We should do it again,” you suggest, “I’ll pay.”
“Only if we get milkshakes again.”
“Deal.”
You smile and it’s dizzying; he feels like a wolf howling at the moon in the moment, rooted to his spot and devoted. The moment feels like home and Bucky hasn’t thought about anything terrible in hours and his bones don’t ache and he isn’t that other half of him. He’s himself, and he’s happy.
And you’re beautiful.
“So…” Bucky says, finally, words dripping like honey, “Do I get a goodnight kiss?”
You’re hung on the sound of the question. Your eyes are stuck on the way he says the words, the way his lips move. You have to drag yourself out of his orbit for a moment and remind yourself to breathe.
If he was the sun, you’d fling yourself in screaming Icarus.
“How could I say no to that?”
You’re not sure, and Bucky’s glad you don’t.
He steps, posture bending to catch you in a tentative pull of the lips – he smells like cologne and wine and motorcycle oil and it’s intoxicating enough to drag you in farther. You press your fingers into his sweater, hands finding his, and your back finds the door frame.
The kiss carries itself away quickly. Noses brush and tongues touch and his beard scratches your cheek as he nips and tugs kisses along your bottom lip. His hands, one ice and one fire, are rooted along your jaw – his hips brush yours and you grin.
Bucky, for the first time in what feels like forever, isn’t afraid he’s going to break you or hurt you or kill you because you’re so suddenly everything. Your touch is gentle, and you coax him back down to Earth with a smile pressed to his mouth.
He laughs – breathless and nervous – before righting himself and stepping back. The kiss leaves him needing to readjust. He pushes a hand through his hair.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” you say with a cheeky smirk, “It was a good kiss.”
* Everyone gets invited to Damian’s 16th birthday party
* By mail of course, Damian would never bother handing them out himself
* The next day, an entire flock of girls is all over him first thing in the morning
* You watch from a bit of a distance wondering if you should risk trying to talk to him
* A girl clings to his arm and points to her phone, if you recall she’s his childhood friend
* “Dami, buy me this dress for your party okay?”
* “Fine”
* You’ll….just talk to him later.
* You’re sitting at lunch with your friends, you can practically feel the invitation burning in your back pack
* “You should show up in sweats, have a glass of champagne, give a hate speech and leave” your friend says confidently
* Damian had been your English partner a few months ago, he was a little standoffish at first, but he warmed up over time
* He was easy to talk to, despite the rumors, and you liked being around him
* But what really stole your heart was his smile
* Hoping beyond hope maybe he liked you too, you had tried to ask Damian Wayne out in a date, only for him to turn bright red and walk away before you could even ask.
* Your friends had yet to forgive him
* “No she should at least stay for the cake, I also heard he’s having candied fruit and a gold foil bar.”
* “I heard he’s going to have a whole room full of dresses for the girls to pick from”
* You sigh, looking over to where he’s sitting.
* He’s on the other side of the lunchroom, sitting with a few other boys.
* He has a book out in front of him, but it’s unopened.
* The boys around him all start to laugh, but instead of laughing with them, he turns to look in your direction
* For a second your eyes briefly meet, before he rushes to look away
* His cheeks tinged red
* You sigh and turn away as well, you knew he didn’t like you back, but he must seriously hate you
* “So are you all going to his party?” You ask, only to receive the obvious answer
* “You know, maybe his dad will fall in love with you at first sight, and then you can be Damian Wayne’s step mom and ground him.”
* “That’s wrong, for a lot of reasons”
* A few days pass, and you’re debating on wether to go or not.
* Obviously he sent one to everyone in school, it would look bad if he didn’t send you one too
* It’s not like he wanted you there or anything
* You go shopping with your friends for outfits for the party, and making plans for who’s driving.
* All the while wondering if it’s okay for you to go
* Of course you want to go to your crush’s birthday party
* But if he doesn’t want you there, that defeats the whole purpose
* You’re a little down to be honest, unsure of what the right thing to do is, you excuse yourself from class to go to the bathroom
* You don’t need to go to the bathroom
* You take a walk, deciding maybe a drink will do you good, letting out a long sigh.
* You near the vending machine, only to see the source of your conundrum, leaning down to get a drink from the vending machine.
* You’re about to turn away, you’re not feeling strong enough to confront him
* But before you can even turn away, he stands upright and his eyes meet yours
* For the longest moment neither of you say anything, the hair starts to stand on the back of your neck
* In the heat of the moment, and in desperation to make this situation at least a little bit less awkward, you say:
* “You’re thirsty too huh?”
* Why did you just say that?
* “The air humidity in this school is atrocious.” He murmurs, clearing his throat.
* You laugh and slide past him to get a drink yourself, hoping he’ll just leave
* Instead he stays, opening his water bottle and taking a shallow sip
* In the middle of waiting for your iced tea to make its way through the machine Damian clears his throat
* “So I noticed you haven’t RSVP’d for my birthday party this weekend”
* Your head whips around on its own accord, taking in Damian’s flushes face. His hand trembling slightly
* “Um yeah, I might have some family plans on Saturday.”
* “The party ends at 3am”
* Now you’re practically sweating, completely ignoring your iced tea
* You’re not exactly sure what you should say at this point, you certainly can’t admit you think he hates you
* “You should come.” He finally says in the softest voice, cheeks bright pink, before smiling slightly.
* He leaves before you can manage a response
* You lay in bed that night, completely unsure yet again
* You glance at the invitation on your bedside table
* In a moment of courage, or perhaps stupidity, you reach out and type in the rsvp link.
* You stutter for a second, when you see your name pop up on a personal website. The rsvp button right underneath
* Before you can think, you quickly press rsvp, and close your phone.
* Then you reach out for it again, texting your friends in the group chat if there’s room in the car for one more.
* The next morning, you’re a mess, you don’t have anything right for a party like Damian’s
* If you have a good outfit, you don’t have the right shoes
* If you have the right shoes you don’t have the right outfit.
* “7th grade dress, 11th grade body.” You groan, throwing back an outfit (borrowed from the kissing booth I think)
* You can’t ask your friends for any help, you don’t want them to think you’re getting your hopes up
* You also don’t want your friend telling you to go in sweat pants or try and seduce Bruce Wayne
* At this point you wish you’d asked him to buy you a dress like that girl
* You finally settle on a floral summer dress and some plain black wedges
* It’s definitely not fancy enough, but hopefully you won’t stand out too much
* You hope doing your hair, and perhaps some make up will hide the casual outfit.
* You get in the car with your friends, feeling more out of place at their prom-esque attire
* You breathe in deeply as you approach the manor
* Your wonder overtaking how out of place you are right now
* You each step up and offer your invitation to the older gentleman up ahead.
* He’s actually scanning the QR code on each invitation, it’s almost like you’re going to a concert.
* “The Wayne’s don’t play around when it comes to parties huh?”
* Finally you get to the front, and the older gentleman doesn’t scan your invitation like the others
* “ Miss. (L/N), if you would follow me please.”
* He has someone replace him, and leads you to down a hall, far from the upbeat music
* Whatever ease you had felt waiting with everyone, is suddenly gone.
* He finally stops and opens a door, to what appears to be a giant closet.
* “Young master Wayne has prepared a gown of his choosing in several sizes, with matching shoes.”
* He presses a button, and a panel for a dress rack pops out
* On it are identical strapless black dresses with a simple gold belt.
* “I will be waiting outside to escort you to the party once you have finished changing, if you require assistance getting dresses I can call on a maid to assist.”
* “No, I’m fine thank you” you mumble, your cheeks glowing red as Alfred closes the door behind him.
* Damian doubts you so much, he knew you wouldn’t be able to even properly dress yourself.
* Embarrassed you consider climbing out the window and walking home
* Of course your house is over ten miles away so that doesn’t seem very feasible
* You sigh, stroking over to the dresses and pulling out your size. Before jumping into it, and sliding the zipper up.
* You’re glad you went with gold earring so they wouldn’t clash with the dress
* You slide into the shoes he bought as well.
* You glance at yourself in the mirror, and despite the terrified look on your face, you have to admit
* You look pretty good
A/N: there’s going to be two parts, because tumblr has a text limit
(Woooo more prompts! Yay Rocket :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him always laughing genuinely whenever you’d make a witty comment, making him realize he actually likes you
-Him not minding when you’d pet him like a dog and just show your excitement over how fluffy he is, even letting you call him “cute” as much as you’d like
-Him nervously but taking all his time to explain each of his inventions whenever you’d ask him about it, only to be made fun of by the other Guardians for being so soft around you
-Him liking whenever you’d offer him help with his work, even if you’re not as good as he thought you might be, just because he likes having you around him
-Him nervously laughing and trying to reject you whenever you’d offer to hold him or let him sit on your shoulder as you’d visit a planet, only to always end up accepting because he didn’t want to pass on a opportunity to be close to you
-Him learning to appreciate your taste in music and just enjoying to spend his time sitting next you as you’d offer him an earbud to listen music with you
-Him always being jealous and extremely sarcastic whenever he sees Peter or Drax talking to you
-Him letting you take whatever you need from him and even going as far as to give it to you when you’d simply mention a small inconvenience or so
-Him having weird fights in his room with Groot, as he’d deny having feelings for you while his friend keeps being adamant about how obvious it is
-Him always protecting you from any danger and putting himself in front of you, as he wouldn’t want anything to happen to you
“Alright, big guy…” Rocket started, his top lip curling into a snarl after dropping your ex and watching with bright eyes as electric charges pulsed through his body. “Time to take out the trash.”
With a dumb smile,Groot nodded once and snaked a rough tendril around your ex’s ankle to drag him closer. “I am Groot…”
“That’s right, buddy…” Rocket snarked, rapping his knuckles on Groot’s leg and eliciting a solid knock. “You are Groot… As per freaking usual. Now, let’s drag this bitch back to Y/N so she can do a little dragging of her own.”
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