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Hello! Please could you do a Sherlock x reader fic where the reader is a sassy clever criminal and she meets Sherlock through Mycroft and he wants to make her 'a good person' ?

Hello to you! Haha yes I kind of love this idea. We will definitely do it for you as soon as we get off our lazy butts and do some writing. 

~Much love

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When you get this respond with 5 things that make you happy and pass it on anonymously to the last 10 people in your notifications.

Ive-1. Bucky Barnes... he makes me very very happy2. Tab’s puppy3. Pretty socks4. Ice Tea5. Good wifi

Tab-1. Tab’s kitten... I mean my....2. Cats in general 3. Dresses that cinch in at the waist (A-line’s)4. The latest Dr Who episode (the Capaldi one with super hero stuff)5. Baking foods

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You are a ray of sunshine! Send this to 8 people who deserve it and try not to break the chain 💞🌸

Cheers Bruv -Tab

Thank you very very much. You are far too kind. Many thanks many thanks to you my friend. Kiss kiss hug hug ~Ive

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If you get this say 5 facts about yourself and then pass this on to 10 of your favourite followers. :)

Sorry we took so long! This has been sitting in our ask box since last year (haha, january joke) and so we figured we had better get around to it, so here goes:

Tab-1. My family has recently acquired a small puppy and kitten.2. I once got a photo and autograph from Matt Smith at Whoniverse (my life is complete)3. I have hair that is hip length and my ambition is to become Rapunzel.4. I have a deep and passionate hate for Cauliflower.5. I cannot wear nail polish for the life of me (not that I haven’t tried or don’t want to).

Ives-1. I think my succulent, Keith, is dying... I’m very sad.2. I collect stickers on my laptop.3. I have a mild obsession with the Sims.4. My Pop Vinyl collection had grown to 16, thanks Tab.5. I am going to steal Tab’s puppy from her tonight... be prepared.

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New Years Resolutions with Ive and Tab

Hello lovely people, we hope you all have a happy new year and that whatever you do this year is amazing.  So Tab and I thought it’d be fun to make some blog related new years resolutions since we did get a bit lazy with this blog this year. So here goes:

- Get onto the requests we receive quickly

- Interact with our lovely followers more. You know those blogs were everyone talks to each other and we tell you all about our day and you tell us about yours and we have those times where we chat about random crap? Sort of like those smut Sunday things but maybe without the smuttiness because I think it would give Tab a heart attack...

- Oh! Post my super long Bucky Barnes fic that I have been working on over the course of this year (Seriously... it is like novel length... like so long it hurts me)- Ive

- I'm going to work on putting more emotion into my fics/imagines. You can never have too much, especially in a fandom fic, so I'm gonna start getting like, 5x more sappy XP -Tab

So, there we go. Hopefully these don’t go like all those other resolutions we’ve made where they stop happening within the first 3 days of the year.

~Much love and many happy future reading to you all xx

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38. Sherlock Request

Request: Hello hun, could i possibly have Sherlock 38? I just found your blog today and it is amazing. Take your time with it, I'm sure you are swamped with requests. Have a nice day! (“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”)

Hi lovely! Thank you so much! Sorry about taking so long though! I hope your days are incredibly amazing! And also, thank you for attaching what the number meant because you made my job like 10X easier and that’s so thoughtful of you! Thank you so much and thanks for requesting! Happy Reading!

~Tab

You were on the case with Sherlock. John was away somewhere with Mary, visiting her parents or something like that. You weren’t quite sure because Watson had left the voicemail with Sherlock and he’d dismissed it as ‘unimportant nonsense’… You were pretty sure that was code for ‘How dare John leave me, I miss him a lot’, but you decided not to bring that up. So that led you to join Sherlock on his case. You knew without John he’d become lonely, like a puppy pining for it’s litter mates… except Sherlock would never pine, like it was probably in his genes that he couldn’t… but when Sherlock was lonely, he tended to get restless, and since Mrs Hudson had taken his skull, you were the next best thing for him to talk to. “Sherlock, where on Earth are we going?” “If you had just got told you had a case to solve and nothing but the body remained, no crime scene or anything, where would you go?” Sherlock raised an eyebrow at you as if the answer were the most obvious thing in the world…. it wasn’t the answer you struggled with, it was asking the right questions. “To the body, yes, but where is the body?” You asked, frustrated already. You knew it was going to be a long day. “Where does anyone keep a body?” Sherlock countered again. Honestly Sherlock, stop answering in riddles and just blooming answer, you thought to yourself, internally rolling your eyes. “A morgue. So we’re going to the morgue that Molly works at?” You asked, interjecting your own question. “Yes, but she isn’t there.” Sherlock turned to look ahead at the route the taxi driver was taking. You were mildly surprised he still took taxis after everything that happened with that deranged cabbie that one time…. “Well then how are we getting in?” You returned your mind to the conversation and the task at hand. “I’m the only consulting detective in the world, you really think they won’t let me in?” Sherlock asked cooly, only this time he didn’t sound like he was countering with a question. This time he was just answering in plain rhetoric. “Yes” you answered, despite the rhetoric, he shot you a look and then returned to staring straight ahead in silence. You turned to the window and did the same. It was a full 20 minutes later that you arrived at the morgue. It took a further 2 minutes and 34 seconds for Sherlock to argue his way inside. Admittedly he was arguing whilst walking to where the bodies were kept, but it took that long for Lestrade to concede. You were completely horrified by the sight you came across. In the room there was more than just the one body. There were many. Toes hanging out from under black bin-bag-looking sheets, toe tags on each of them. There was so much death in this place… and it smelt of death too. The place was so dark…. so black with death you found it consuming you. Sherlock strolled over to the right body and gently removed the sheet from the top half of the body… there was no modesty to protect as it was a man. He started to pull out his magnifying glass as you walked over next to where he was. When you got there, you saw the man’s face…. cold, grey…. lifeless…. there was blood as well, on his torso… a large, gaping wound…. and that was it. You were going out. You couldn’t do it, your brain couldn’t face it. You were sinking…. and then you were falling. ….. You woke up in an office… on a couch. You went to sit up. “Y/n, don’t sit up. You need to stay lying down on the blood will rush straight out of your brain again and you’ll feel woozy.” Sherlock was explaining before you could even wake up properly. But, kindly enough, he had a plastic cup with water in it and he handed it to you. You suspected Lestrade had given him the water to give to you, Sherlock wouldn’t have thought of it. “Here.” He said, handing it to you. “Thanks.” You said, and started sitting up slowly to drink it. Sherlock didn’t reprimand you. You drained the cup quickly. “So what happened?” You asked, the last few moments before blacking out were a blur. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Sherlock taunted. “As if a person fainting can aim, Sherlock.” You teased back. “Actually, there’s been some evidence to suggest tha-“ Sherlock started but you couldn’t be bothered right now. “Sherlock? Shut up.” You told him, rubbing your temple with your spare hand. Sherlock pouted like a small child being told off, but he didn’t argue. It was a while until he spoke again. “Y/n…. uh… are you…. are you alright?” He asked softly. You looked at him in confusion. “Yeah… yeah, I’m ok.” You answered, eyebrows completely furrowed. “You look very confused.” “I feel it.” “Why?” Sherlock was genuinely curious. It was a question he hadn’t worked out the answer to. “It’s just… well you don’t really seem to care about me much so I just… your concern took me off guard.” You shrugged. “You think… you think I don’t care about you?” He sounded almost hut. “Well… yeah, I mean….” you trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence. Sherlock stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair he was sitting on. “Sorry.” He mumbled almost to the chair. “… y/n…. For christ sake! Of course I care about you! Of course I do! I’m not good at… emotions! At friendship! At knowing when I want more than friendship! Every move with me is calculated, and you don’t fit into calculations because you’re just so… so damned unpredictable! So much more! I…. I just….” Sherlock had ramped up but now it was his turn to trail off. “You want more than friendship?” You asked. He looked away, rolling his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. But finally, he nodded. Without thinking, you stood up and kissed him. “Is this a good level above friendship?” You asked when you pulled apart. “Definitely.” He said and with that, he kissed you again.

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1/2 Ooh can I request a Charles x reader (technically x Moira but anyway) based on Lying To You by Keaton Henson?? This is complicated but like, the storyline would be that Charles knew Y/N since they were kids and she was really special to him, and they were even closer as teenagers. Y/N was basically the opposite of him (rebellious, daring, v energetic and funny etc) and yeah they had a..unspecified romantic relationship as teenagers(point is they were basically soulmates) but smth happened to

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2/2 Y/N when she was like 19 and she died. Now the actual story takes place like after First Class when Charles is dating Moira (ignoring the thing where he erased her memories) and it's about how he looks back on his memories w Y/N + how he thought he'd get over her when he got together w Moira but he still can't?? This was soo long I'm sorry but hopefully you get what I mean? xx

Aw this is really sad, we can definitely do this for you. I will admit I did have to read through this once or twice but in fairness I am very tired and I think I understand what you want know. As I’ve said many times before it may take a while because we are lazy creatures but it will hopefully be up for you soon. 

~Much love

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Charles Xavier Request- Citizenship

Request: How about student reader is in love with professor x and one day he had to marry her for citizenship to save her from prison and after marriage she keeps trying to get close but Charles acts like he doesn’t want to but in the end he admits that he didn’t want her to feel obligated any affection because of pity and fluff! please write it Im gonna die! <3 

So sorry about how long it’s taken as well, but I’m getting back on my game, I swear! This one is also a longer imagine because I had to try to design the backstory in your imagine, but it was fun to write, like thank you so much for the request :) Anyways, Happy Reading!

~Tab

It had been 2 months now since Charles and you had tied the knot, so to speak. You were an adult legally, but still a student at the school. You had travelled over seas just to get to study under the Professor. Your entire family knew only his school could help you understand your abilities. They knew only being there would give you the acceptance you deserved, so they raised the money and sent you. After a while though, your visa was running out with no chance of being renewed. You couldn’t get back home, you had no money for the flight back, but if your visa ran out you would surely be sent to prison… So it had been Charles’ idea to get married. He had come up to you, sat in his wheel chair and suggested it so quietly. “It wouldn’t be a real marriage,” he had argued hastily, “I mean, if you find someone you actually want to get married to, we can get divorced and you can marry them, I’ll pay for it all.” His voice had been so rushed, like he was desperately trying to not scare you off of the idea, trying to tell you you had your own freedom. It had been a plain ceremony, nothing more than a signing of certificates, but afterwards the other X-men threw you a ‘pseudo reception’ where you had cake and danced all evening with everyone, to celebrate your staying in the country and out of prison. But there was one thing Charles didn’t know about your wedding…. You wanted to be married to him. Charles had this way of talking to you that didn’t make you feel different or stupid. It didn’t make you feel like a student either. You felt like an equal always. The two of you were close, regardless of the situation and regardless of how others viewed you. Charles always talked to you, told you interesting facts or stories... He was always so kind to you, but also to everybody, that you just…. it was inevitable that you would feel this way about him. But lately he was distant. Whenever you would try to talk to him, he was flippant, dismissive. He talked about legal affairs mostly if needed but then kept to himself again. It was getting ridiculous. It was early morning in the mansion and you went to the kitchen for some food. Charles was already there, mug of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. “Y/N…” he started in surprise. “What are you doing up?” “I was hungry… my tummy wouldn’t stop rumbling and so I needed to quiet it” You murmured sleepily, giving your tummy a slight pat. You were just happy Charles had said more than 3 words to you. “Oh… well, I can leave…” Charles said, putting down his coffee and newspaper to start rolling away. “Don’t be ridiculous Charles, I don’t need to eat in private.” You fixed him with a look that said if he didn’t stay, he’d be offending you. He slowly picked up his coffee mug again in defeat. “So how have you been lately? We haven’t talked properly in ages.” You turned to start making breakfast, hoping for once he’d actually give you a proper conversation. “Y/n… you, you don’t have to, you know that, right?” You turned to look at him, dead in the eye, confusion written all over your face. “Don’t have to what?” “You don’t have to keep… keep trying to get close. You don’t have to be boxed in by our marriage, I mean, it’s only a piece of paper… You can feel free to live your life.” Charles voice wasn’t exasperated, nor was it angry, it was just firm and explanatory, as if it were the most simple facts in a biology text book he was explaining. “Charles… had it ever occurred to you that actually maybe the reason I’m trying to get close to you is because I want to?” You asked, extremely annoyed. “Please, y/n, you really don’t need to pity me. I have my wheels and I love everybody here and everything so I’ll be fine, you don’t need to feel obligated or anything, honestly.” He still had that textbook tone… you just wanted to slap it out of him so he could get it through his thick skull that you actually loved him. Truly and properly loved him. “You are, on occasion… an absolute arse.” You told him. He looked at you, however this time it was his turn to be confused. “I don’t feel any of that. I don’t feel pity. I don’t feel obligated. I don’t feel boxed in by this marriage, in fact Charles, I’d go as far as to say I’d enjoy it if you would stop being so bloody distant! I have feelings for you, you stupid goose! Actual, real-live love feelings. You want me to live my life? This is how it starts, by telling the man I love that I love him!” By then you had run out of steam. The ramp up of emotions was suddenly gone and now you were left with nothing but the realisation of what you had said… though you were quite proud of yourself for telling him, regardless of wether he reciprocated or not. “Y/n… I didn’t know….” He started. “Well you should’ve done, you’re a blooming mind-reader after all.” “I’d never read your mind, I value your privacy.” “So you have no idea what I’m about to do?” “No, none whatsoev….” by then you had walked up and kissed him. You had to lean down but you enjoyed it just the same. He kissed back, returning your passion equally. “Sorry…” you said as you pulled away.” “… Don’t be.” He told you, and pulled you back in for another kiss. Exactly one week later, you had a vow renewal ceremony where you did things properly… the priest was surprised that you were renewing your vows so quickly and why everything was so very much like a first-time wedding, but it didn’t matter to the both of you. You were intrinsically, irrevocably happy.

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Another Tag

 We were tagged by the fabulous @m1sund3rst0od so thanks my dude.

RULES: Tell your followers 11 random facts about yourself and tag 11 people. Tag backs are allowed but if you do get tagged again you must not repeat any of the facts you mentioned in the previous round. The facts can be absolutely anything, whatever comes to mind first. 

Tab:

I can flare my nostrils really quickly so I look like a rabbit.

Sometimes I have a mild stutter which makes me repeat the starts of sentences over, but only when I get super excited.

I find pepper to be too spicy.

I had a mild addiction to watching Gordon Ramsay's programs/cooking on youtube.

I create a LOAD of characters and then never use them.

I live with my grandparents and love the stories they tell me from when they were young.

I swear more the more stressed I get and if Im not stressed I struggle to swear at all.

I’m also slightly addicted to QI....

I have a passion for cake-decorating especially with marzipan.

Im very anti-romance movies but if someone puts one on in front of me, I get sucked in.

I’m demisexual but still refer to people as 'hot damn' because I can't be bothered explaining to friends that I appreciate the person's aesthetic.

Ive:

I own 15 of those Pop Vinyl figure things.

I was born in England and moved to Australia when I was 7.

Unlike Tab, I have an obsession with romance movies and they always make me cry! (I am probably the person who puts them on in front of Tab and makes her watch them).

My favourite item of clothing is my bright red Doc Martens.

I buy nearly all my clothes from Op shops and second hand stores.

I named my car after The Countess from American Horror Story

I have 2 succulents called Keith and Gorge.

My bedroom walls are yellow, I tell people it is the colour you paint your room when you don’t know the gender of your baby.

I’ve eaten more cherries than Chocolate this Christmas.

I’ve been doing dance lessons since I was 3, but I still manage to be the most uncoordinated person I know.

I once put a plastic chopping board in the oven when trying to cook garlic bread… obviously the board melted.

And we tag: @dancingwithabadwolf, @discogrrl, @whovianayesha, @marvellover22, @small-town-wayward-daughter, @stitch-quinn, @x-men-imaginess, @the-chosen-one-losers, @cutie1365, @supernatural-lover-teamfreewill

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Arthur Pendragon Request- How Could Anyone Not?

Request: Arthur x reader where you're childhood friends but you fall in love when you grow up? Thanks and I love your blog! <3

(MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS AS IT MENTIONS THE PLOT OF THE SHOW)

Hi lovely! Love the request and thank you so much for the love!!!! It’s so very appreciated! Also, as mentioned above, to anyone out there, if you haven't watched more than the first season or two of merlin it may have spoilers ‘cause i tried to follow the plot a bit. Also, this one is slightly longer, but here’s hoping for a Happy Reading!

~Tab

The birth of Arthur Pendragon was a momentous occasion. The whole kingdom rejoiced, parties in the streets for the new male heir. The streamers, people dressed in the brightest colours, the most amazing music, the hustle and bustle of life made more joyous somehow by the atmosphere and the smiles…. and then they mourned over the loss of his mother. The people cried and the king shut himself in for a time. The atmosphere quickly turned sombre… the hustle and bustle of life became quieter… no longer happy. The bright streamers and clothing replaced with grey and black. But somewhere in all of that, somewhere in between the happiness of life and the sadness of death, a Lady of the realm gave birth to her child. A healthy, beautiful, bouncing child. The lady in question, who had been quite close to  Igraine, took little Arthur under her wing also. She was raising one child, why not help to raise a second. The two children grew up quite close together. When Arthur would practice jousting, or horse-riding, fighting or archery, the Lady’s child would join him. When Arthur studied politics, the child studied with him…. or would sometimes be caught reading an adventure book elsewhere in the castle, only for Arthur to be caught reading the same book a week later. The two ran together, played Chase-y and hide-and-seek. They learnt together and grew together until they were both fine, young adults. They were the best of friends always. And now that child was you, grown into a person capable of their own thoughts and emotions, of running their own life. You had stayed by Arthur’s side. When Morganna had her bad dreams you had tried to comfort her. When she had betrayed her friends, her family… you had comforted Arthur. Whenever Arthur had faced a challenge you talked to him, wether it be to encourage him, tell him you believed in him, or wether it be to talk him out of some stupid idea he had concocted at a moment’s notice. Arthur consulted with you, and that made you feel special. The bond you had was truly unbreakable. It came to a point where your feelings for him had grown. Now when you were around him, you had those undeniable butterflies in the pit of your stomach, you had the tight feeling in your chest that made breathing even harder… and nowadays he was acting different around you. For some reason he’d been slightly avoiding you, when he didn’t succeed and did bump into you he stumbled and tripped over things and mumbled when he talked and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. It had you wondering what you had done… So you decided to confront him. It was dark outside by the time you knocked on Arthur’s bedroom door. “Merlin, I’ve told you already, if you’re bringing…. Oh” When Arthur opened the door to reveal you, he stopped dead. “Y/N…. I… uh, what are you doing here? It’s very late… I mean…” He stumbled over his words and looked at the floor… it only made you more determined to talk to him about his weird behaviour. “I need to talk to you, Arthur. Please.” Your voice said you weren’t leaving this alone. Arthur knew you well and he knew that you meant business. “… Sure, y/n, sure. Come in.” He welcomed you in and shut the door behind him. You turned to face him. You were both silent for a moment. You could feel Arthur’s eyes on you as they took in your appearance. You’d brushed your hair and were looking pretty decent in your evening wear, even you had to admit. “Arthur… you’ve been avoiding me! You turn the other way! You barely make eye contact, even now! You can’t even talk to me any more! I’ve tried my hardest, been the best to you that I could… doesn’t that at least deserve an explanation? I cannot handle you just shutting me out completely! People have emotions, Arthur, and while I have helped you be logical before, even I have feelings… please just…. give me something. Some reason?” Your outburst had left you slightly out of breath and now it was your turn to look at the floor. “Y/n…” Arthur begun, taking a step towards you. You took a step back. “Arthur, please… if you are cutting me out of your life, don’t make it any harder. You’ve been apart of my life for as long as I can remember so don’t… if you’re cutting me out, be cold and callous. Do not make me sad for loosing someone kind.” Your eyes still studied the floor but your mind couldn’t be further from it. “No, Y/n… I wasn’t…. I just….” He started again but the words struggled to leave his mouth. This time you looked up, looked him right in the face. “Arthur… I deserve an explanation.” Your voice was calm, still a little shaky, but calm. He shook his head as if trying to clear it. “I just thought I needed time away from you. I thought maybe if I wasn’t seeing you so often… maybe, maybe I could forget about all the things you make me feel! I thought it was just too much time together but as it turns out… It’s not working. Every day apart just hurts more… I miss you, talking to you, spending time with you….” He stopped as if he had run out of energy. “You… have feelings for me?” You asked gently, surprise streaming across your face. “Of course, y/n. How could anyone not?” That was enough. You went over to him, not even feeling your feet touch the floor. You kissed him. He kissed back, just as fiercely, both of you full of passion. “I’m guessing… you have similar feelings?” Arthur asked, the cockiness back in his demeanour.

“Of course, you pompous dolt…. How could anyone not?"

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-Tagged-

We were tagged by the wonderful @formyfandoms thank you very much my dear xx

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better.

Relationship Status:

Ive: Very very single… like the most single of all singles

Tab: Crazy-cat-lady-level single

Lipstick or Chapstick:

Ive: I absolutely love lipstick but I’m often too lazy to put it on.

Tab: Lipstick

Last Song I Listened To:

Ive: How Soon is Now- The Smiths

Tab: Lose Yourself- Eminem

Last Movie I Watched:

Ive: Love Actually (my all time favourite Christmas movie)

Tab: Kingsman- The Secret Service

Top 3 Television Shows:

Ive: American Horror Story, Supernatural and maybe That 70s Show?

Tab: Dr Who, Supernatural, BBC Sherlock

Top 3 Characters:

Ive: Uh, Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes and Bucky Barnes… okay maybe not. Um… probably Cap and maybe Kaylee from Firefly

Tab: Matt Smith's Doctor- Doctor Who, Ianto Jones- Torchwood, Castiel- SPN

Top 3 Ships:

Ive: Bucky and Myself? Snowbaz (Carry On), Percabeth (PJO), and Spideypool

Tab: Percabeth- PJO, Amy/Rory -Doctor Who, Jack/Ianto- Torchwood

We tag: @princessofpanem1, @mariam1692, @lunnisthegirl, @hoddoglvs1d, @dreaming-legend, @m1sund3rst0od, @supernatural-lover-teamfreewill, @gillibean9, @littlemisscaptainfandom

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Peter Maximoff Request- Drive in

@dreaming-legend requested: Don't worry take your time for the request ! It's about a Drive in movie ! I went to one last Friday and I wanted to see how it could turn out in an imagine with Peter ?

Hi, my lovely! Im so sorry about taking so long with this request! I’ve been a tad snowed under at the moment, but on the bright side, I have now got time to write and my creativity is back! (I had a touch of writer’s block if I'm totally honest). So again, many apologies! I’m also assuming it’s Peter Maximoff (if it’s a different Peter, just send it through again and ill redo it pronto, promises :) ) and also, sorry, it’s a bit of a shorter imagine. I didn’t want to drag it out too much, just in case I lost the cuteness. But hopefully, Happy Reading!

~Tab

“If I'd run us here, it would’ve been quicker” Peter stated obstinately… he could not accept that sometimes, it was just easier and simply better to take a car. “But you can’t ‘run’ in to a drive-in movie, Peter. You drive-in, hence the name.” You chastised, equally as obstinately. “Also,” you added grumpily, “You running us would’ve made me feel sick for the entire evening.” He’d run you once somewhere and you swore for it to happen never again… it had been a truly terrifying, stomach-churning experience to say the least. “Awhhh, don’t be like that” Peter chided gently. “It wasn’t so bad…. at least until the ferris wheel.” A small smile formed on your lips at the memory. Despite the nerve-wracking adventure, it had been a fun date. “Fine, but stop complaining! We’re here, the movie will be excellent, and having a car means that we can enjoy it in comfort!” Your tone was firm, but your face was gentle and compromising. “… Well that I can agree to.” Peter conceded, making himself more comfortable in the backseat next to you. He put one arm around you and you leant into his shoulder. He kissed you lightly on the lips and whilst the positioning was ever so slightly awkward, the kiss was absolutely perfect. It was sweet, tender and caring. “What time does the picture start?” You asked quietly, almost as if speaking too loudly would ruin the moment. “In about 2 minutes.” Peter told you, also speaking softly. You snuggled into his shoulder content to stay there for the entirety of the movie. Peter wasn’t moving you off so you assumed he was ok with it. Just as predicted, 2 minutes later the movie started. It wasn’t an amazing movie, but it wasn’t bad. It had an action plot with some subpar romance subplot but it was perfect because of who you were with. As the ending credits started to roll everyone began clapping and you and Peter joined in. You removed yourself from his shoulder and looked at him, smiling just on the corner of your lips. Peter smiled back as you both just looked at each other, more than content… happy. You leant in and kissed Peter gently. “Didn’t realise the movie was good enough for me to earn a kiss…” he mumbled jokingly against your mouth. “It wasn’t…. but I just realised I’m completely happy spending time with you.” Your eyes were still closed from the kiss, and possibly from revealing that information. It made you almost vulnerable, but Peter just kissed you back. “I feel the exact same way.”

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It was just over a year ago when Tab and I decided to make this blog. We went from 3 followers to 100 and then before we knew it we hit 1000. Thank you guys so much for all your support and requests it has really meant a lot. Apologies for our severe lack of posting. Hope you guys all have a merry Christmas and get spoilt rotten by santa. Much love and many happy future reading to you all from Ive and Tab xx

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11. Charles Xavier 🎄

Request:  Can i get an 11 with Charles?

So I was going through the requests we still have and the one that was assigned to be was surprisingly festive so I had to write it. I was going to wait for Tab to catch up on hers but I couldn’t help myself it was just too perfect. Hope you guys enjoy and enjoy yourselves these holidays.

~Much love, Ive

It was two sleeps until Christmas and this year it looked like it wasn’t going snow. There was a huge part of you that was disappointed but you had to admit there were benefits. It definitely wasn’t as cold and of there was an emergency it would be much easier to get out of the house, well those were the two reasons your boyfriend Charles had given you after you grumbled about the lack of snow.

“Is a bit of snow too much to ask for?” You grumbled as you climbed into bed.

“It snowed last year. A year without snow might even be better,” Charles said as he crawled into bed after you. You couldn’t help but disagree with him.

It was irritatingly bright when you woke up, which was unusual for this time of year. You heaved yourself out of bed, leaving Charles snoozing, and walked over to the window. As you pulled apart the curtains you couldn’t contain the little squeal that escaped your lips.

“Y/N?” You heard Charles murmur, “Everything okay?” He said as he slowly lifted himself to a sitting position.

“It snowed last night!” You couldn’t contain your excitement. The grin on your face made your cheeks hurt and you were bouncing up and down on the spot. Whenever it snowed you turned into a little kid.

“Calm down,” Charles chuckled. You let out another excited squeak, not listening to Charles.

“I’m going out there!” You frantically started grabbing your coat and boots, not bothering to properly change out of your pyjamas. You pulled on a scarf and your beanie with a huge pompom on the top. You put mittens on and then had to take them off again so you could lace up your boots. Charles just lay in bed watching you, biting his lip trying not to laugh. As you went to leave the room you could see why Charles was laughing. Underneath the winter jacket you could still see your red penguin pyjama bottoms that were tucked into your boots. You were past caring at this point and simply bolted out of the room and down the stairs until you were outside.

The cold made you nose sting and you were regretting not changing your bottoms but you were too excited to care. You got to work building a snowman. Carefully rolling a huge ball of snow for the body and then another for the head. It wasn’t a work of art but you were no artist so it was the best you could do. You found two wonky sticks and stuck them in as arms and laughed seeing that one was significantly shorter than the other. You grabbed some pebbles from the garden and fashioned them into eyes and a mouth and used the left overs to create buttons. All you needed now was a carrot so you headed back to the house. As you opened the door you were greeted by Charles who was rugged up in his own winter clothes but, unlike you, he’d taken off his pyjamas and put on proper clothes, appropriate for snow. In his gloved hand he held a long, orange carrot.

“Thought you’d need some help finishing him off,” Charles said with a grin that was almost as big as yours. “I have these too.” He held up an assortment of old scarves and hats.

“Perfect,” You giggled and grabbed them off him so he wouldn’t have to carry them. You practically skipped towards the snowman, leaving Charles shuffling along behind you. The scarf you’d grabbed was an old knitted scarf that was striped yellow and green, you’d forgotten how itchy it was as you wrapped it around the snowman’s neck. You did your best to wriggle the pink beanie onto his head without breaking him. You stepped back to admire your work. “You can have the honour of presenting the carrot nose,” You said to Charles. He laughed and stepped towards the snowman, placing the carrot right in the centre of his face. “Perfection is your middle name,” You said, impressed with how the snowman turned out.

“Charles Perfection Xavier?” Charles said with a laugh.

“Not you, the snowman. Snow Perfection Man,” You hardly reached the end of your sentence before you burst out laughing. You knew you were lame but sometimes you shocked even yourself. Charles groaned in pain which only made you laugh more. He decided to walk away from you in disgust of your awful joke. As he turned around you took the opportunity to grab a pile of snow and fashion it into a snowball. You quickly hid it behind your back before calling out to Charles, “Come back, I’m sorry. I know I’m lame!” Thankfully he turned around, a dorky grin on his face.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He started walking back to you before stopping dead in his tracks, “Don’t throw that snowball.”

“What snowball?” You asked innocently. That sneak must have read your mind, the snowball was very well hidden.

“You know what snowball, you aren’t fooling me.”

“I don’t have a snowball!” You protested one last time.

“Don’t you dare throw that snowball-“ With that you threw it, “Goddammit!” The snowball hit him right in the chest. “That’s it!” He yelled and formed his own snowball, throwing it at you. Your feeble attempts to dodge it didn’t work as it hit you in the shoulder. The two of you threw snowball after snowball after snowball at each other, laughing, squealing and giggling as you went. Charles threw one big snowball at you and as you went to dodge it you fell face first into the snow. Your pyjama bottoms were soaked. Charles ran over to you and helped you up, apologising as many times as he could.

“Let’s get you inside,” He said hugging you close to him.

The two of you sat beside the fire, rugged up in a soft sweaters and blankets. Charles had his arms wrapped around you and you snuggled into him for the warmth. You were sad your snow day was over but being in his arms made everything okay.

“Thanks for coming out in the snow with me,” You said softly.

“Sorry we had to come in, I didn’t want you to get sick.” He squeezed you tighter.

“I still can’t believe it snowed. It was like our own little Christmas present.”

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” Charles said, nuzzling into you.

“Merry Christmas Charles.” You looked up at him and touched your nose to his giving him an eskimo kiss which seemed fitting in the cold weather.

“Stop being cute,” Charles said before closing the space between your lips and his giving you the best Christmas gift of all.

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Hey can you do a Sherlock fic where the reader is moriarty's daughter and she manages to outsmart Sherlock

Oh this sounds cool. We will do this for you as soon as we can so sorry if it takes a while! Thanks for your request xx

~Much love

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Charles Xavier- Beach Party

Request:  can you write a imagine with charles xavier x student reader? She is only 5 years younger than charles and a teleporter. she is always travelling around world in her spare time with bff jean? One day charles asks her to throw a party for jeans birthday in some place exotic and at the beach party charles admits the reader he loves her? It is so detailed Im sorry :( please write I love your writings so much!

So this one turned out to be longer than I thought it would but man I hope it is still good. I tried really hard... but I don’t know about it. Anyway, hope you enjoy it and if you’ve sent in requests they are on their way I’ve just been lazy, Tab has been genuinely busy but I’m just lazy.

~Much love, Ive

You’d just gotten back from a trip to Sweden with Jean. The two of you were best friends and were always travelling the world together making use of your teleportation power. You teleported back into your room, so you weren’t caught as you’d been told not to go away this weekend by Charles who needed you to prepare for a class or something, you weren’t really sure you were somewhat jet lagged (if you could call it jet lag since you didn’t use a plane) when he spoke to you and his face is a little distracting. Why was he so pretty? You and Jean appeared in your room, giggling. As you slumped onto your bed the door opened.

“Do you guys think I’m stupid?” Charles spoke as he entered the room, “I know you’ve been gone all weekend,” He sighed.

“Sorry, we just got carried away, it was only supposed to be a day trip,” You said through a couple of giggles. You couldn’t help that you’d just been having so much fun.

“Jean can you leave the room please, I need to speak with Y/N,” His voice became harsh and all the giggles suddenly silenced. Jean shot you an apologetic look and crept out the room, gently closing the door behind her.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it would be this much of a big deal,” You desperately started to apologise.

“Y/N, it’s okay just calm down. I needed Jean out of the room and I figured this would be the best way to do it.”

“What? So I’m not in trouble?” You asked feeling very confused.

“Well, I’m not happy but I have other things I want to discuss with you right now.” Charles sat on the bed next to you, “As you probably know, Jean’s birthday is coming up next Saturday and since she’s been having a pretty hard time this year I thought it’d be nice if we threw her a bit of a surprise party.”

“Oh, that’d be amazing. She’d love that,” You said smiling. Charles was so kind hearted, you hadn’t even thought of that and she was your best friend. Although you loved this idea you felt a little guilty that you hadn’t come up with it yourself.

“Can you meet up with me tomorrow to discuss the details?” He asked. You happily agreed and with that he left.

After your discussion with Charles about Jean’s birthday the day was finally arriving. You’d spent hours planning the perfect place to go and the food you’d eat and you were pretty proud of what you and Charles had come up with. You’d found the perfect little beach in Rio that was completely free of tourists and could only be reached by boat or your teleportation powers. You’d spent the morning teleporting the rest of the x-men so they could all be there to surprise Jean later on as well as set everything else up while you worked on getting her there. The plan was foolproof and you were so excited.

When Jean came into the kitchen that afternoon you greeted her, pretending to forget it was her birthday.

“So I was thinking, we should go to Rio today. You know snow one weekend and sun the next. What do you think?” You asked, trying to keep it casual.

“Um, yeah. Sounds good but you won’t get in trouble again will you?”

“Charles and a few of the others have gone out for some training, everyone else is busy with classes and stuff like that so they won’t even know we’ve gone.” You smiled trying not to show you were lying, “Now, go grab your swimsuit.”

You teleported Jean to the beach and the second you appeared everyone yelled ‘happy birthday’. Jean jumped at the crowd of people there as she was clearly not expecting it but she quickly turned to you with a huge smile on her face.

“You did all this for me?” She asked, pulling you into a big hug.

“Well it wasn’t all me,” You said gesturing to Charles who was sipping a drink.

“Thank you so much Y/N,” She said giving you one last squeeze before releasing you to go and thank the others. You wandered over to the table while Jean was busy with the crowd of people wishing her a happy birthday. The speakers was playing one of your favourite songs as you grabbed a huge slice of watermelon.

“This party is even better than I’d expected,” You heard Charles say from beside you.

“It was all you,” You said tilting your head towards him in thanks.

“All I did was come up with the idea, you did pretty much everything else,” Charles threw his hands up, refusing to take credit. You scoffed but didn’t want to argue with him. “You know, I think we make a pretty good team,” Charles said as he looked deeply into your eyes. Suddenly your insides felt all funny and all you could do was blink at him trying to think of words to say. Everyone was dancing around you but the only person you could concentrate on was Charles.

“I think so too,” Was all you could say after a long period of silence.

“You know, Y/N…” Charles let out a nervous laugh, “I… I uh…” He stammered.

“What?” You panicked slightly, thinking you’d forgotten something and he was trying his best to politely tell you that you ruined the whole party.

“I’m in love with you,” He spoke calmly but the words seemed rushed and you could tell he was nervous to tell you but you were so glad he had.

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him.

“Really? Oh thank god, I was so worried I’d screw everything up with you-“

“Charles, I really do.” You said cutting him off and reaching for his hand. He squeezed your hand as he held it in his. He leaned in towards you and you followed his lead, leaning in for a kiss when you were suddenly interrupted by Jean who slung her arms over both of your shoulders.

“Thank you both so much,” She said with a huge smile on her face, “You guys have to come and dance with me!” She started pulling both of you towards the dance floor and all you could do was look at Charles and know that you’d have all the time in the world to kiss him later.