Nightmares | Markus
Short hc/imagine/au where a) androids need sleep and b) Markus gets nightmares.
This was requested!
Warnings: Sad Markus :(
marvel ladies + sass 💅
(part II)
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Sleeping Alone (Drabble Request)
Request: #19- “Are you drunk?”#21-“I’m flirting with you.”
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Black!Reader
Word Count: 663
Warnings: Light Swearing, drinking, drunk Wanda
A/N: Yay! Another drabble done and in the books. I try to write a little something whenever I have the time or get inspired and it seems to be working in my favor. Anyway, here’s a cute little thing with Wanda I hope y'all enjoy!
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Being an Avenger gets stressful, so, as a collective group, you have decided that this Saturday you guys were going to have a movie night, with the main drink of choice being anything with at least 20% alcohol. To your surprise, it was quite the relaxing scene with everyone huddled on the couch in pajamas watching Jurassic Park. You scan the faces of your teammates until your eyes lock onto the more relaxed face of Wanda. You know you’ve seen her get up at least 3 times to fill her cup so saying she’s a bit tipsy would be one hell of an understatement.
As you finished the last Bantu knot on your head and during a lull in the plot, you stood up to head to the kitchen and refill you cup, being less than startled when you hear Wanda stumble into the kitchen.
“Y/N, what are you doing in here? You should be watching the movie?” She clumsily places her cup on the counter and reaches for one of the bottles. You grab her hands and turn her toward you.
“I don’t think you need anymore, Wanda.” You chuckle as you push the bottle of liquor out of immediate reach. You turn her toward the kitchen entrance and begin to lead her out.
“I’m not drunk. Just a little tipsy. I’m fine.“ She attempts to talk herself out of the situation, but makes no attempt in getting out of your grip. As you made it to the kitchen entrance you trip over the edge of a counter, nearly falling and dragging Wanda down with you. At the point you accepted your fate of hitting the ground, a pair of arms protectively wrap around you. You look up to see Wanda, drunkenly smiling at the way the weak television light illuminated you milk chocolate face.
“Are you drunk? You’re the one tripping all over the place.” You use Wanda’s grip to pull yourself back up and reclaim your grip on her hand.
“I just didn’t look where I was going.” you say in a jokingly matter-of-fact way. You lead her out to the living room where everyone else sat, the movie playing in the background as their focus stayed on you two. “I’m just taking her up to her room.” With that statement came looks of skepticism, most memorable faces being Steve and Tony sporting one raised eyebrow each, and Sam’s “Bitch You Lyin’” face. You roll your eyes and continue walking, keeping Wanda close behind.
“Alright, get in your bed.” you pull Wanda from behind you and gently push her down onto the side of her bed. The blankets were already slightly disheveled, making it easy for her to get underneath the covers. You remove some of the miscellaneous items cluttering the bed then make your way toward the exit, but you’re stopped by a grip on your wrist.
“Wait, where are you going? I don’t want to sleep alone.” She smirks devilishly, lightly pulling you back until you sat next to where she was laying in her bed. Her accent was more concentrated within her words, making her hard to resist, but you sit strong, staying upright while she feebly tries to pull you down.
“Wanda, what are you doing?” you move pieces of her hair from her face and run your hand across it.
“I’m flirting with you.” she giggles, grasping your hand that was caressing her face. You look at her face, examining each feature as its it’s own piece of art, and Wanda, though inebriated, didn’t refrain from admiring your goddess-like qualities the exact ways she does when sober.
“Well,” you lay down next to Wanda, allowing her time to cuddle up close to you. “Looks like it worked.” she hums in satisfaction, slowly falling asleep soon after. You kiss the top of her head and get yourself comfortable, readying yourself for the playful teasing you know you’ll be receiving from the others tomorrow morning.
i’m having an aneurysm
I just now noticed that one of the soda options is canonlly “spite”
That’s all Tim drinks now. Goodbye.
P.S. Magic Powers
Imagine being Bruce’s daughter and a Homo magi. Trained by Zatara you end up meeting John Constantine.
Relationship: Family and Lover
Fandom: DC Comics
Character: Batboys and John Constantine
Bruce couldn’t have known that your mother was a homo magi, she didn’t leave a note on you that saying “Here’s your daughter Bruce. P.S. Watch for magical powers in the future.” When she left you on the Wayne manor steps, so imagine his and Alfred’s surprised when you were casting “fake” spells and real things were happening. Luckily he knew who to turn to, John Zatara, a well-known magic user and the only one he really trusted with his daughter. You stayed with Zatara and his daughter till your powers were under your control. Bruce would visit every week and had even brought your adoptive younger brother Dick. With your power under control, you believe you were ready to fight like you father and Zatara. Bruce did not, so most of your childhood was full of training from magical to combat. You were twenty when you met John Constantine, a cocky English man with a sharp tongue, anti-social attitude, and willingness to do whatever it took to get the job done. Constantine needed Zatara for some help but the older magi was called away on League business leaving you with the blonde trench coat wearing Brit.
“Maybe you could help me, love.” He spoke lighting a cigarette, the smell burnt you noise. Quickly you grab it from his lips throwing it on the ground and stomped it out.
“Want my help don’t smoke in front of me.” He glared at you and you glared back, he let out a sigh and set to work telling you what he needed help with.
Imagine Kara secretly falling for you:
[This is my Imagine for Kara, sorry if it’s short compared to Markus, but it’s all I’ve got! I’m sorry if it’s a little rush. Next stop! Connor!]
Warning? Hella short, overall none.
Kudos to @weissrose for the Gif above. Also if you have any request don’t hesitate to DM me.
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•Kara always silently watching you play with your cousin Alice, every time you come over. (You’d only visited when Todd isn’t around)
•You have quite a hectic schedule due to your work, but you always make time for Alice,
•Which Kara admired you for it. She’d knew you would be a perfect role model in parenting.
•That lead her to wonder, what does it feel like to have a family?
•She is so confused when you protected her from getting beaten by Todd.
•Kara felt a string tugging inside her when Todd forbid you to come in his house ever again.
•Alice was more saddened and would always question Kara, when are you going to come and visit her.
•Although Kara was instructed by Todd, to never speak of you.
•Breaking the barrier, Kara would reassure Alice, you will come back.
•She couldn’t help but keep missing your presence,
•When you would call for her to join you and Alice playing,
•And when you say something funny to Alice then playfully wink at her way,
•The small touch you would always give her, had her reeling with emotions.
•When Todd was in his high, you sneak in only to greet Kara with a big hug.
•Her LED turn yellow, completely loss at your sudden contact, when you chuckle at her response — It’s like music to her audio processor.
•You’re warm…
•She feel warmth in your embrace. Never would she thought she’ll be needing more.
•When you ask her to live in with you and Alice. How can she refuse?
•She wants to be with you.
•She will rebel because of you, and so she agreed. You told her you would get them tonight.
•For the first time she feel excited,
•She felt hopeful because of you.
•She couldn’t wait to see you tonight.
Let’s be hopeful that everything goes according to plan tonight.
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