Be My Date

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and thought it would be fun to actually work that out. so

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DOCTOR WHO IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

Sheet1 the myth makers,1200 bc the romans,64 the fires of pompeii,23-24 august 79 the eaters of light,2nd century,1st doctor the pandorica

^^^ every doctor who episode in chronological order

(pls let me know if theres any mistakes! i got most of the info from the tardis wiki so idk if its 100% accurate)

btw!!! the episodes are ordered by where they go FIRST in the episode :) (PLEASE STOP TELLING ME TO PUT UNEARTHLY CHILD FIRST THEYRE IN 1963 FIRS TPLEASEEEEEYEGEHFEHFYUFHGEUYS)

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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.

Trip

Request: A shy, sweet, clumsy reader who has the biggest crush on Bucky, and Buck (who also likes the reader) makes sure that he’s always near her to catch her (and the stuff she drops) whenever she trips. This flusters the reader, and makes her clumsier.

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: None. 

Bucky developed a sixth sense after he met you. Possessing an uncanny ability to trip on nothing, Bucky somehow found himself always there whenever you needed him the most. You were pretty sure you owed him for not having broken a wrist and a few ribs by now.

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You could hear his crying as you passed his room. Another nightmare. Both Steve and Tony had told you to keep your distance, that it was best to leave him whenever he had his nightmares.

You hated it.

Bucky raised his voice again, causing you to tense and almost tremble. Inside you were having a constant battle, deciding whether to ignore your friends and disregard your safety or to ignore the screams of pain, yet again.

“…No! Stop… Please…” You closed your eyes briefly, ignoring the warnings that had been sent your way so many times. Using your pyrokinesis, you quickly melted the lock, opening the door a crack. Bucky was huddled on the bed, as he shook back and forth. He was audibly crying out, still locked in the dream. His shirtless body was covered in sweat and his breathing was heavy and ragged.

A few seconds passed as you stood frozen in the doorway, undecided about whether to enter the room or not. Slowly you approached him, halting a few feet from his bed. “…Bucky?”

His eyes shot open, the tortured cries lapsing into an unverving silence. The man didn’t move as you sat beside him, trying not to look too sympathetic. “Another one?”

Bucky lifted his head and looked over to you, the answer residing in his eyes. Yes. He leant into you suddenly, shuddering brokenly which was something that made your heart stop. Murmuring assurances, you combed your fingers through his hair pulling him against you.

His arms snaked round your waist as he buried his face in your shirt, trying to hide himself from whatever terrors haunted him. You wondered what dream he had this time, and as you went to examine him you saw him looking back at you. Seeming more broken that ever.

“Why are you here?” His voice hoarse as he broke the silence that had fallen around the room.

“Because you need someone,” You shrugged, leaning back so you could see him better in the dark room. His metal arm was reflecting in the light, and reminded you all too much of the first meeting you had with the Winter Soldier.

He looked away from you. “…You’re not scared of me?”

“Why would I be scared of you?” You glanced linking your fingers with his in a gentle grip.

“Everyone else is,”

“Well everyone else are idiots,” You commented, “You’re not someone to be scared of. I trust you,” He stared, with wide eyes, at you as if he never expected those words to be aimed at him after all that he’d done.

Bucky stared at your interlocked hands, refusing to meet your eyes, “Why do you trust me, of all people?”

“I know the real you,” You smiled gently.

After a few moments you shifted your body, resting your head on his chest, the beat of his heart echoing in the silence. At first you felt him tense, but slowly he unclenched, resting his head back on the bed.

Relaxing into his body, you glanced up at his now peaceful features. His eyes fluttered closed, a hand falling onto your waist and tugging you into him.

The two of you fell asleep quickly, the only noise being your gentle breathing. You wished you could say that the morning was as peaceful, but you were awoken to Tony shouting about how you had melted yet another door in Stark Tower.

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Part 1: >>Here<<  Part 2: >>You’re Already Here<<

Imagine: Finding your husband, Bucky, after you are both unfrozen in the modern era. Your daughter, who was taken by Hydra and put into the Black Widow program, escapes and she goes to find you both in the Avengers Tower. [x]

FRIDAY: There is some one to see you Mr and Mrs Barnes. They say their name is [Daughter’s/Name]. Y/N: Alright, thank you FRIDAY. Show them up… *looks to Bucky* Bucky: That’s what you named our baby, wasn’t it? *smiles sadly* I bet she was beautiful. Y/N: She was… She- [Daughter’s/Name]: -Hi. You’re James and Y/N, right? *smiles* It’s nice to meet you I’ve been waiting for so long… Y/N: A fan of the Avengers, are ya?  [Daughter’s/Name]: Ur… I suppose you could say that. But I think I’m closer than that to you.  Bucky: How so? [Daughter’s/Name]: I’m your daughter.

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Hurts like hell (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Y/N and Steve used to secretely date when Steve dies and she had to deal with his death. Based by the song Hurts like hell by fleurie.

A/N:I love that song and I cried during this!

How can I say this without breaking?

You walked out of the cemetery and got in your car. You and Steve met each other four years ago when he woke up from the ice. Since then you loved each other but decided to do it secretely, away from the others. But he died. Yes, being an avenger meant sacrifing your life but you didn’t know it hurts like this.

You’ve seen him dying in front of your eyes and couldn’t do anything. He was by side your many times and saved you several times but you couldn’t return it. From then you only cried. No smiling or laughing. Yes, the others were sad too, but not like you were. You had to take Bucky, Sam and Wanda with you in the car. Wanda knew about you and Steve. She was the only one that could understand you this time.

“Y/N, we know you’re sad about Steve, we all are, but, you need to calm down.” Bucky told you grabbing your shoulder with his human arm.

How can I say this without taking over?

“I can’t, Bucky. Steve was my.. Friend. How can I calm down?” You couldn’t see well and you were tired.“Sam can you take the weel for me please? I’m not in position to drive right now.” He nodded and sat in the front sit. Wanda wrapped her arms around you to calm tou down.

How can I put it down into words?

“It was all my fault.” You murmured.

“No Y/n. It wasn’t your fault. Please stop saying that.” Sam said giving you a small smile and brushing circles with his fingers on your knee.

An image popped in your mind. Steve was returning from a mission back to the tower and you decided to go see of everything was alright. He was badly hurt and you cried. He reassured you with a hug and a kiss. “Y/n, love, it’s alright. I will never leave you. I will be here with you always” were his words. It made you cry even more. Your sobs filled the car.

When it’s almost too much for my soul alone.

The cars stopped outside of the tower leaving the twelve avengers move back to their dorms. Natasha and Clint sat at the kitchen talking, Tony, Bucky, Sam looked shocked. They just lost their friend and said the last goodbye to him. Bruce, Thor, James and The Vision were drinking their coffee to the balcony Steve loved and Pietro was sleeping in his room. Wanda helped you get in your room and then you locked all the doors so you could be alone.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

Steve was the person for you. The man you trusted. The man you loved. And now you lost him. Since the day you met him he was kind and sweet with you. The day he passed away was the day you were going to tell the others about your relationship but never did. You remember not many things from that day. He stroked your cheek, kissed your lips, got out of the quinjet, fought, him laying in the ground murmuring that he loves you. After this everything went blank. Only tears.

And It hurts like hell

Was there life without him? Without his smile? Without his touch, his beautiful blue eyes looking into yours? His kisses and hugs? Oh no. Everything hurted and reminded you of him. Everytime you walked out of his room you stayed outside the door leaning against the wood. It still smelled like him. Everytime you walked to the gym his locker was there waiting for him to open it and grab his cold water but not anymore. Yesterday Tony replaced it with a collage of photos of all the Avengers with him. Your favorite was the one were you were together. The picture was taken the day the two of you got together.

Yeah it hurts like hell

You decided to open the radio. The music would calm you down, people said. It worked on Bruce the most of the times. But how could it calm you down when Steve’s and yours favorite song played? It was the song the two of you danced before he died. You were in his room when the song played and the two of you danced for hours. But moments like this don’t stay forever.

I don’t want them to know the secrets.

You remembered the talk you had with Steve. Two days before you lost him. You had a talk about how you would tell the team about you. About your love. Steve didn’t want to do something to bring you in a hard position. He wanted the best for you. But now he’s gone. Never coming back.

I don’t want them to know the way I loved you

You also had an argument. You would never forget that. He wanted to tell everything to the team about you. Make clear that you were his and nobody else’s. But you didn’t. You wanted them to start having hints. Like a treasure hunt. Love hunt.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you.

I Loved and I loved and I lost you.

And It hurts like hell

Dreams Fight with machines

He was at the hospital. Laying on that bed without moving. You touched him for the last time. Then he took his last breath. You shouted at the doctors to come and help but they couldn’t do anything. The next thing you remembered was the team trying to hold you from falling of the roof of the tower. They didn’t understand you.

Inside my head like adversaries.

Come wrestle me free. Clean from the war

Lost in your thoughts you started shouting, panicking now. The lock of the door didn’t stop Tony and Pietro bursting in to see what was going wrong. You were laying on the floor crying. They came next to you and helped you get up. Then they took you to the kitchen.“Y/N you haven’t eaten for days. Just eat something.” Pietro said offering you a bowl with cornflakes. “Y/N, you need to tell us what’s going wrong.” Tony asked. Can they understand me?No.

Your heart fits like a key.

Into the lock on the wall.

I turn it over, I turn it over

You walked out of the kitchen and stood to Steve’s balcony. Were you given your first kiss. Finally a place to be alone.

But I can’t escape.

Afraid that you would do something stupid like the first time Thor and Natasha took you in holding you and not leaving. They think I am crazy? I’ve lost it?. They sat you at the couch and started asking you question you couldn’t reply.

I turn it over, I turn it over

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

I Loved you and I loved and I lost you

I Loved and I loved and I lost you

Everyone was in shock. Noone was moving or talking. They just looked behind you. You looked around. Steve was behind you. Alive. You ran to his hug. Tears in your eyes. Then you kissed him deeply. The grip around you tightening.

“Hey sweetheart”

And It hurts like hell

Thor : Ragnarok

In the cinema: * Tom Hiddleston/ Benedict Cumberbatch/ Karl Urban come on screen*

Me: *dying narwhal noises and punching friend in shoulder*

Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine

Title: When We Were Young Character: Steve X Fem!Reader Song to listen to (if any): When We Were Young by Adele Summary: After a shower, reader looks at all of the scars on her body from the war and remembers herself and Steve at that time. //

Y/N took a step out of the shower, quickly reaching for a towel as the cold, sharp air hit her naked body.

Drying herself off, she stared at the ugly, vulgar reminders of her time during the war, most of the scars on her body reflected everything she hated about herself. How many innocent lives she killed, how she always thought what she was doing was the right thing.

She let a small smile form on her face, remembering the first time she saw the star spangled man with a plan, it seemed like so long ago-when they were young.

She chuckled, how could she have been so blind to not realise the love she had for him the moment she saw him? How could she think that what she was doing was right?

‘You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

She let a tear slip from her eye, something she had been doing a lot lately. Steve was so important to her, and she couldn’t believe how he had dismissed everything she had done-everything she once was.

'I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you’d be here’

After she was put under the ice, she never dreamed of seeing him again-and then she met Tony Stark around 70 years later-heck, that was a crazy day.

Y/N and Steve soon reunited, she remembered that, too.

Y/N was so fortunate to have the Avengers in her life, the way Tony took her in, how Wanda treated her so kindly, how Clint watched out for her, how Natasha would take a bullet for her, how Buck would never let her go anywhere without protection.

She was most fortunate for Steve, how he loved her, and how she loved him.

She ran the soft towel over her rough skin and touched on one scar that she’d never forget about- the day her and Steve got married and someone just decided to blow something up. She grinned again, and let out a small, but loud laugh.

“Doll, are you okay?”, Y/N shot her head up at the sound of Steve’s voice rang through her ears.

“Yeah, I’m alright-be out in a second!”

She pulled the towel around herself tight and unlocked the door, meeting the eyes of her captain.

'You still look like a movie You still sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

//

This was my first little imagine that I’ve written, so if you so happen to be reading this, I hoped you enjoyed! I don’t write too much, but if you’d like to request or pop in an idea for any fandom whatsoever I’d be grateful! Cheers 😄 ~Alannah.

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