Imagine Natasha noticing the way Bucky looks at you so she asks him if he loves you in Russian so you won’t understand their conversation.

Original imagine by marvelximagine. Just a note that everything in italics is meant to be them speaking in Russian.

You and the other Avengers sat around the table. You were currently telling a story about the last mission. Everyone’s eyes were on you except Natasha. Natasha’s eyes were on Bucky. He was sat next to you, but that wasn’t any cause for suspicion. No, she watched as his arm came to rest on the back of your chair and how his eyes never left you while he wore this besotted expression.

When your story had ended and the group had broken out into multiple different conversations, Nat seized her chance.

“So, what’s with you and y/n?”

Bucky perked up at the Russian and the question. “What are you talking about?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Anyone with two eyes can see what I’m talking about.”

Bucky glared at her. “What are you and Nat talking about? I haven’t seen the Winter Soldier face in a while,” you said as you poked Bucky’s cheek. Bucky playfully bit your finger causing you to laugh. “Eww, Super Soldier slobber,” you exclaimed as you wiped your hand on Bucky’s shirt. “I bet she is teasing you about how she bested you when you were training yesterday.” Bucky now glared at you. “There’s that face again, so I’m assuming a yes. It’s okay, you big baby,” you comforted before turning back to the group.

“You love her,” Nat said with a soft smile. “Don’t you?”

Bucky huffed before answering, “Yes, but if you ever tell her that, I will kill you.”

Natasha laughed. “I’d like to see you try.”

Across the table, Wanda smiled to herself. She had heard and understood every word, and she had made no promised to not tell you. She was sure Bucky would thank her eventually.

Imagine Sherlock stopping work at a crime scene to answer your text.

Original imagine by ncis-cm-hp-sherlock-imagines

Sherlock rushed around the crime scene calling out deductions to John and Lestrade much too fast for them to understand.

“Shoe prints made of mud-” Sherlock paused mid-sentence causing John and Lestrade to turn to him in alarm. Sherlock put his hand in his pocket to draw out his phone. He typed furiously for a moment before waiting a few seconds and then typing again. Once he was done, he turned back to Lestrade.

“As I was saying-”

“No, no, no, wait a second. Who was that?” Lestrade interrupted. 

“It was y/n. Now, the shoe prints-”

“Wait, you stopped in the middle of a crime scene to answer a text from y/n?” John said. “What was the text about?”

“If you and I would be home for dinner. Now, if you two are done interrupting me-” John and Lestrade shared a knowing look and smile. “What?” Sherlock barked at them. They both shook their heads.

“Nothing,” Lestrade said. “Go ahead, Sherlock. What about the shoe prints?” Sherlock glared at the pair before continuing to evaluate the crime scene.

Imagine being a waitress, and Tom showing up at the restaurant you work at every morning for breakfast just because he loves looking at you. It takes him forever to gain the courage to ask you out on a date but when he finally does, he takes you somewhere when your shift ends.

Original imagine by theartofimagining13

“Ahh, well if it isn’t my favorite customer. And what will we be having today, Mr. Hiddleston? We have Strawberry french toast today or did you want the usual?”

Tom smiled and looked over the menu. “I think I’ll have the usual, love,” he answered.

“Got it. Eggs Benedict, coming right up! I’ll be right back with your tea,” you told him before moving on to some other customers. Tom’s eyes watched you all the while until you moved out of sight.

He sighed as he remembered the first time he came to the little diner. Tom had seen the recognition and shock in your eyes when you first saw him, but he was impressed when you didn’t mention his fame and had remained professional. From that moment on, Tom had been attracted to you like a moth to a flame. 

Tom came to the diner for breakfast as much as he could. With that time, you two had grown close and knew a lot about each other. You had even told him about all the parts you had gotten over the years since you were a fledging actor. During this time, Tom had been working up the courage to ask you out. He had finally decided that today was the day.

“Alright, Eggs Benedict, toast, sausage, and some Earl Grey tea. Anything else you need?” Tom shook his head. “Alright, well if you do, just holler. I’ll be back in a little bit to check on ya.” You took a few steps away before rushing back. “Oh, I forgot to tell you! I got my first lead!”

“That’s wonderful! Congratulations.”

You blushed at the praise and looked down at your hands. “It’s just a local theater group, but it’s my first lead so I’m pretty excited,” you told him. 

Tom saw his chance. “You should go out and celebrate. Perhaps I could take you out to lunch or dinner?”

You placed your hand over your heart and gasped dramatically. “Why, Mr. Hiddleston, are you asking me out on a date?”

“I guess I am.”

Your smile brightened at his answer. “I’d like that. How about dinner tomorrow?” 

Imagine going for a run when you hear someone sprinting behind you. You look over your shoulder to see Steve Rogers, army shirt and all. You can’t believe what you’re seeing until he says “On your left!” and flies past you. Baffled and out of breath, you stumble over your feet and fall into a pond.

Original imagine by painfulthickimagines.

You loved your morning run. It was quiet and most people were still asleep. It allowed you just let your mind go blank and prepare for the rest of your day. Mid-way into your run, you heard someone coming up behind you. Fast. Faster than even some of the sprinters that you sometimes encountered. You peeked over your shoulder and couldn’t believe your eyes.

It was Captain America in shorts and a grey shirt with bold black lettering that said “ARMY”. You blinked a couple of times to make sure that you were actually seeing this.

“On your left,” he shouted at you before flying past. You were so focused on him, that you tripped over your own feet and landed in the nearby pond. You flopped around, trying to push yourself out when a strong hand grabbed yours. With one pull, you were out of the pond and Steve was standing you on your feet. You sputtered trying to catch your breath.

“Thanks,” you said once you were able.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m a klutz,” you told him with a small smile. “And I think that means I’m cutting my run short,” you joked. “Thanks again for fishing me out.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Maybe I could buy you a cup of coffee? Help warm you up?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” you told him with a bright smile despite being soaking wet. Like you would ever say no to coffee with Captain America.

Imagine Remus getting embarrassed when he finds out that his friends all asked you out on a date for him.

Remus Lupin sat on the couch in the common room, working on his homework, when his heard the shouts of his friends calling his name. “What did you do now?” Remus groaned once James, Sirius, and Peter came tumbling through the portrait hole.

“You have a date, Moony, my boy,” James said with a wide smile. 

“No, I don’t,” Remus said, his face screwed up in confusion. 

“Yes, you do! With y/n!” Peter exclaimed.

Remus looked between the three boys. “No, I don’t. I think I would have remembered asking someone out on a date.”

“We asked them out for you,” Peter said.

Remus groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “Why? Why would you do that?” he groaned.

“Because we got sick of you two pining after each other, so we decided to put you both out of your misery,” Sirius told him with a smirk. “Besides, we all know you would have never asked y/n out on your own.” Remus groaned again before standing and walking away. 

“Where are you going?” James asked.

“Going to see if I can drowned myself in the shower,” Remus murmured. 

“Don’t know what he was all upset about,” James said once Remus was gone. “Y/n seemed pretty happy.”

“Yeah, even had a goofy grin on their face,” Sirius said. Peter simply shrugged his shoulders at his two friends.

Imagine being Tom’s girlfriend and his fandom loves you. Since you couldn’t accompany him to the showing of “Ragnarok”, everyone asks about you. He ends up FaceTiming you with the fans cheering in the background.

Tom gleefully greeted the mass of fans that awaited him. He only wished that you were by his side tonight. Tom had met you at a Shakespeare festival about two years ago, and you had immediately hit it off. When Tom had finally announced that he was dating you, it was a relief that his fans had taken it so well. Sometimes, Tom thought that his fans liked you more than him. 

Tom signed the pictures in front of him when several fans started to question him. “Where’s y/n? Where is y/n tonight?”

“Y/n couldn’t make it tonight, unfortunately. I know she wishes she could have been here tonight,” Tom answered as he was met with disappointed groans. Tom stood there before digging in his pocket and pulling out his phone. “Why don’t we FaceTime her?” Tom was met with a cacophony of screams.

You moped around your apartment. You hadn’t been able to get off of work or get a flight in time. You wanted to be with Tom, but it seemed like fate had decided to keep you apart. Suddenly, your phone lit up with a picture of Tom’s face. You quickly answered it. 

“Hello, Love. There are a few people that wanted to say hello.” Tom held up for the screen to fill with screaming fans. Speechless, you waved at them though later realized that they probably couldn’t see you.

“Hi,guys. Sorry I couldn't be there tonight. But you guys gotta tell me later how it is! And make sure to tell Tom how amazing he was in it!” The few people close enough to hear you nodded eagerly. You waved once more and then said goodbye with a promise to call Tom later. You smiled when the phone went black. I love Tom, you thought.

Imagine being Klaus’s twin sister and wanting to move to New Orleans but Klaus not wanting you to. - Anonymous

“Klaus, this is ridiculous,” you argued as you chased after your brother. “Elijah and Rebekah already live in New Orleans with you, why can’t I?” You couldn’t count how many times you had had this argument with Klaus. Since you had received word he had moved back to New Orleans, you had wanted to move with him. But each time you asked, Klaus refused. You really couldn’t expect much less. Since you and Klaus were twins, you two had always been closer than you were with your other siblings. That also meant that Klaus was very protective of you, much to your dismay.

“Klaus, I am tired of living in France,” you told him.

“Fine, what country would you like to go to?” he said not listening to what you were really saying.  “If I remember correctly, Switzerland is beautiful at this time of the year.”

“Klaus,” you sighed, “I am tired of living alone. I want to live with my family.” He shook his head. 

“Absolutely not. Y/n, we’ve talked about this, it’s too dangerous,” he told you. 

“I’m not a porcelain doll that needs to be protected!”

“No, but you are my sister, and I need to make sure you are safe.”

“And what better place to make sure I am safe than by your side?” Klaus sighed and shook his head. 

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” You smiled at him slightly.

“Nope,” you told him, popping the “p”. Klaus smiled back as he shook his head again. 

“Fine, pack your things.” You squealed as you hugged him. 

“Thank you,” you said. “Besides,” you said with a smirk, “I’m not completely helpless. I am your sister afterall.”

Imagine being devastated after your boyfriend, Cedric, dies and unexpectedly your usual tormentor, Draco, ends up comforting you. - lotsoffandomimagines

Cedric was dead. No matter how many times you said these words, it didn’t make them feel any more real. Cedric was your whole world. You had both talked about getting married when you got out of Hogwarts and starting a family. But now, none of that would ever happen thanks to Voldemort.  Your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest that day you saw Cedric’s body lying there and now you were a zombie just trying to survive. The littlest thing could send you into a fit of tears. Because of that, you had taken to roaming the castle by yourself, hiding out of sight so you could grieve in peace. 

That’s how Malfoy found you one night. You had curled up in one of the castle’s many alcoves. This particular alcove had a window that faced the Quidditch pitch. You curled up in a ball and sobbed at all the memories of the time you had spent with Cedric on that pitch. 

You were drawn out of those memories by the sound of footsteps headed your way. You looked in the direction of the footsteps to spy Draco Malfoy, headed straight for you. Malfoy had bullied you since day one, making fun of your muggle clothes on the train. It seemed like he made sure since then to harass you at least once a day.  

“In case you can’t tell by the tears, I’m really not in the mood, Malfoy,” you growled when he was close enough. 

“I’m sorry,” he said so softly, you thought you may have heard him wrong.  Your head spun to face him. 

“What did you say?”

“I said I’m sorry,” he repeated. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You’re sorry? For what?” Draco awkwardly shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

“Your loss,” he explained. “Diggory was a good guy. Good Quidditch player too.” You felt the tears once more gather in your eyes.

“Yeah, he was,” you managed to struggle out as the tears began to flow. Malfoy looked up at you and frowned. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief that he handed to you.

“Here,” he said. You looked at the handkerchief wearily before grabbing it and wiping your eyes.

“Thank you,” you muttered.

He muttered, “You’re welcome,” and sat down opposite you. “You...you mind if I sit here and read?” he questioned. I eyed him cautiously before nodding. He nodded back with a small smile before pulling a book out of his bag. For once, you had to admit, it felt nice not being left alone. Even if it was Malfoy.

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Imagine Bruce see a kid outside of the Tower who recognizes him.

So this is based on a tumblr post that I wasn’t able to find.

You had needed to run some errands so you had decided to invite Bruce along. One: because he could use some time away from Tony and two: you never really got to hang out with Bruce just one-on-one. And you were glad you that you did ask him. Bruce had a dry, wryly sense of humor that never failed to make you smile. Plus, Bruce was generally just a nice person to be around once he got over the whole “stay away, the Hulk is dangerous” thing.

You two finally made your way back to the Tower  when a little boy spotted Bruce.

“Momma, look! It’s the Hulk,” he shouted as he tugged eagerly at his mother’s hand. His mother looked at where the young boy was pointing before softly smiling at her son.

“That’s not the Hulk, Honey. The Hulk is green, remember?”

“But, Momma,” the boy whined before looking at Bruce again. You eyed Bruce cautiously, wondering how he was going to react. 

Bruce smiled at the boy before flashing his teeth and making a growling noise. The little boy’s face lit up at the sight before his mother pulled him away. You giggled at the sight before pecking Bruce on the cheek.

“You are too cute sometimes,” you told him.

Imagine your five year old wanting to dress up as Loki for Halloween. Tom dresses up as Loki as well and together they go trick-or-treating around the neighborhood.

“Ok, so what do you want to be this year, Eric?” you asked your son as you wandered down the costume aisles. Eric shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know, huh? Hmm, how about Spider-man?” Eric shook his head. “Ok, how about the Flash?” Eric made a face just at the suggestion causing you to laugh. “That’s a no then. Hmmm, you could always be Jack Skellington and Mommy could be Sally?” Eric gave you a look that said he was questioning your sanity, a look you were sure that he picked up from his father. You shrugged your shoulders. “It was worth a shot. Alright then, you go and pick a costume, Mr. Picky,” you told him. 

You patiently waited as he made his way down the aisle, carefully inspecting every costume. Suddenly, he stopped and a wide smile spread across his face. He quickly picked up the costume and ran towards you. He handed you the bag. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk on your lips. “You sure?” He eagerly nodded. “Alright, then,” you said before heading over to the checkout line.

You couldn’t help but snap a few more pictures of Tom and Eric as you all prepared to head out. You just couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Eric looked absolutely adorable in his little Loki costume. Tom had been so delighted at Eric’s costume choice that he had decided to get his costume and go as Loki too. That led you to hunting down a Lady Loki costume for yourself so the whole family could be Loki.

Imagine filling in for your best friend, Tom’s personal assistant. She came down with the stomach bug the day before a big awards show-a time when Tom needs her most. You arrive bright and early, making sure to get his coffee just the way he likes it. But when you walk in, he has a puzzled look on his face. He knew his assistant wouldn’t be here, but he didn’t know an actual angel would be replacing her.

original imagine by: painfullythickimagines (I changed the prompt just slightly)

“Don’t you worry about a thing, (friend’s name). I have it all covered,” you told her as you made your way to Tom’s hotel.

“Thank you so much, y/n. I owe you one.”

“Now, get some rest,” you told her before saying your goodbyes and hanging up. You nodded politely to the desk clerk before getting in the elevator. 

You smiled to yourself as you thought about the rest of your day. Personal assistant to one Tom Hiddleston. It sounded like you had won a contest or something. However, the truth was much less exciting. 

Your friend has developed a stomach bug yesterday and was in no position to work. Normally, that wouldn’t have been a big deal. Tom could have functioned on his own for one day, but today was different than a normal day. Tonight was one of those big awards shows, which one slipped your mind at the moment, and those were always the busiest days when Tom needed her the most. Cue your friend calling you late last night practically in tears because she needed for someone to help out. You immediately told her that you would take over and had her email over all the information. Which lead to you now in an elevator on your way to Tom Hiddleston’s hotel room.

The dinging of the elevator drew you out of your thoughts as you got out and read the sign for the room numbers to point you in the right direction. You finally found the right room and knocked. The door slowly opened for you to find a somewhat sleepy Hiddleston.

“Good Morning,” you greeted brightly as you walked past him into the suite.

You were certainly not what Tom had expected to see this morning. He knew that one of his assistant’s friends was filling in for her today as she was sick with a stomach bug. His assistant had assured him that her friend would be professional and help him with anything he needed. However, when he opened his door, he was not expecting this angel before him. You were dress professionally in dress slacks, a blouse, and small heels. In your hands were two coffee cups and a big leather bag around one of your wrists.

“Good Morning,” you chirped at him, startling him out of his thoughts as you walked straight past him.

You walked over to the coffee table and laid your bag down before turning back to Tom and offering him one of the coffee cups.

“Coffee, black just as you like it. I do have a couple of sugar and cream packets in my bag if you want them.” Tom took the offered cup as you took a sip from your own. “Alright, so I called the dry-cleaners, and your suit will be ready around 2 which is perfect because you’ll be in the middle of your 2nd interview of the day. So, I will run and pick that up, and the car will be here around 6:30. Now, I didn’t call anybody for your hair or makeup but (friend’s name) did give me a number to call if you want. Also you have a break around noonish so I thought that would be the perfect time for lunch. So what would you like for lunch?”

Tom blinked at you causing you to chuckle. “You’re still half asleep I see.” Tom nodded. “Alright, drink some of your coffee, then when your brain starts working, we can work out what you want to do today.” Tom nodded again but made no motion to move. You gestured for him to take a sip. Tom did as you asked.

A few minutes later, he seemed to be functioning. He answered your questions which you quickly took down before telling him that he needed to finish getting dress if he wanted to make his interview on time.

“You’re quite good at this,” Tom commented as he walked to his room.

“I use to be a personal assistant to this CEO.” You shrugged. “S’not that different, honestly,” you told him.

Once he was down, you ushered him down to the car that you had called for the day. The car ride was passed in silence as Tom watched you typing away on your phone. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Are you coming to the show with me?” he asked trying to seem unfazed by it, but inside he was secretly hoping you would want to. Your head snapped up; he had clearly taken you by surprise.

“Um, (friend’s name) never mentioned that.”

“Well, I would be honored if you joined me,” he said as he grabbed one of your hands and squeezed it. “Especially since you’re doing this to help a friend.” You smiled shyly at him.

“I don’t think I have anything for the red carpet but I might have some friends that do.”

“And you can call those people that your friend recommended for hair and makeup. Think of it as a thank you from me.” Your smile grew, and you eagerly began tapping at your phone again. Tom smiled to himself as he looked out the window. You probably couldn’t believe your luck, but he was actually the lucky one. After all, he got to have an angel on his arm.

Imagine Draco getting jealous when Harry encourages you to pet Buckbeak with him.

original imagine by: imagingthefandomblog

(So just a little FYI: I decide to sort of combine the book and the movie together with a focus more on the movie)

You and the rest of the class watched in wonder as Harry arrived back from riding Buckbeak. Hagrid encouraged the class to approach the others. Cautiously, the other students moved forward. You sat down on a rock and started to read about Hippogriffs and wait your turn. Draco leaned next to you.

“You scared, l/n?”

“No,” you told him with a small smile. “I’m just hanging back a little bit.” Draco smirked at you.

“Y/n,” you heard Harry call out. You turned and waved as Draco glowered at the scene. “Come and try it out,” Harry said as he motioned for you to come over. You sat your book down, leaving Draco behind. Draco watched with narrowed eyes as he saw you bow and then stroke the head of the Hippogriff.

“So what was it like to fly on him? Was it like riding a broom?” you asked Harry as you admired the creature. Harry chuckled.

“Nothing like riding a broom,” he answered causing you to chuckle as well. You heard two groans and looked over to see Draco making his way quickly towards you.

“Draco-” you warned but your warning fell on deaf ears.

“Yeah, see you’re not dangerous at all are you, you great ugly brute?” Buckbeak reared up and Harry pushed you back. Draco instantly saw his mistake and raised his arms up to protect himself. With one swipe of Buckbean’s claw, Malfoy was down. Hagrid stood in front of him until he was able to drive Buckbeak away. Malfoy rolled around on the ground clutching his arm saying, “He’s killed me! He’s killed me!”

“It’s just a scratch,” Hagrid told him, panicking himself.

“Hagrid,” Hermione yelled. “He has to be taken to the hospital.”

“I’m the teacher, I’ll do it,” Hagrid said before scooping Draco up in his arms. He calmly made his way to the castle as Draco made threats. Everyone paused for a moment before you moved to gather your things.

“I’m going to check on him,” you said before gathering Draco’s things and following Hagrid.

“You are such an idiot,” you told Draco once his arm had been bandaged and Madam Pomfrey had let you in. “What was one of the first things that Hagrid said about Hippogriffs? That they are proud creatures. So what’s the first thing you do? You go and insult one,” you scolded as you paced back and forth angrily in front of him. Draco had ducked his head while stealing glances of you. Madam Pomfrey looked on with an amused look. “What in your right mind had possessed you to do that? I know that you don’t respect Hagrid, but he know about dangerous creatures! So, why did you do that?” Draco stayed silent. You ran through the events in your head before you stopped in your tracks. Draco looked up at you sharply when you stopped pacing. “You were jealous,” you murmured.

“What? No,” Draco defended but you know him too well.

“Yes you were! You were jealous of Harry!”

“What could I possible be jealous of Potter for?”

“Because I was talking to him.” Draco fell silent and ducked his head once more. You quietly moved to sit next to him. “Harry is just a friend,” you told him. “You have nothing to worry about.” 

“How do I know that?” Draco whispered.

“Because I’m not dating him, am I? I’m dating you,” you said as you grabbed Draco’s good hand. He looked up at you and smiled. “Besides, I like smart guys. Without Hermione, The Boy Who Lived would be long dead,” you said before placing a gentle kiss on Draco’s lips.

Imagine Draco finding you his sibling, sitting with the Weasley’s during the World Cup.

Original Imagine by: imaginingthefandomblog

As soon as your family’s tent was up and you had unpacked, you fled. You weaved through the crowds, checking over your shoulder several times to see if your brother, Draco, was following you. He was probably too busy pouting and looking gloomy to worry about you, you thought with a smirk. You spotted the tend you were looking for and sprinted towards it.

“Hey ho, Weasleys,” you greeted as you opened the flap.

“Hey, y/n,” the Twins greeted in unison. You waved at them before having your arms full of Ginny. You chuckled as you hugged her tight.

“I missed you too, Gin.” She finally released you for you to see the Golden Trio. “Hi, guys,” you greeted. They all waved and murmured their greetings. It had taken forever for anyone from the Weasley clan to like you. It had been a little easier being a Ravenclaw instead of a Slytherin, and once you and Ginny had become friends, they had to accept you.

You and the Weasley gang eagerly chatted about the game as you made your way up in the stadium.

“Blimey, Dad,” Ron said, “how far are we?” The voice that answered made you freeze.

“Well, put it this way,” you heard your father say, “ If it rains, you’ll be the first to know.” You slowly approached where your father was until him and your brother could see you.

“Y/n?” Draco questioned. You awkwardly waved at him.

“Hey Draco.”

“What is on your face?” your father demanded. You touched your cheek and ducked your head.

“It’s a shamrock...for Ireland.” You could see the anger in your father’s  eye glow in anger. Draco’s face grew concerned as he looked at your father’s face.

“Y/n, why don’t you come with us to the Minister’s box? You won’t get a better view.” You stood up straight and looked your father in the eye. You already knew you would be in trouble for hanging out with the Weasleys. Might as well make it worth it.

“No thanks. I’d rather be at the top with my friends,” you told him. Harry stepped forward and wrapped an arm around your waist. Your father glared at you before schooling his face into a polite smile and nodded. Harry and you turned to follow the Weasley clan, but your father’s cane pinned Harry there.

“Do try to enjoy yourself, won’t you? While you can,” he said before stalking off.