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Merman Lance Mini Fic

Lance skin felt like it was ripping apart. Probably was. It had been weeks since he changed, and he was missing his beautiful blue scales. The face masks helped moisturize the scales on his face, but for his legs however, was a completely different story. It started as slight skin peeling, as if he had a sunburn. His usual dark mocha skin turned itchy and splotchy red. He tried to keep his mind off of it, but it demanded to be noticed. And yet, he kept silent. He didn’t want to let his team down, to delay their already hectic schedule just because he was in a little pain. So he kept going about his business like nothing was wrong. That was until one training session.
It was the usual group training: all of them teamed up, fighting against various droids. Everything was going smoothly, until Lance felt a sharp pain go up his leg as he crouched down to shoot a droid that was headed toward Keith. Lance bit the inside of his cheek to stop from crying out in pain, but couldn’t help the small, pained gasp that escaped his capped lips. Hunk demolished the final droid, turning toward Lance. “Hey, are you alright? I heard you gasp, did you get hit or something.” Not trusting his voice, he shook his head. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t push him, instead coming to help him up. Lance took a deep breath and slowly raised back up. “I’m fine, Hunk. Let’s just go and get some supper.” He then turned and took a small step forward. That was a grave mistake. As soon as he put pressure on his other leg, he couldn’t hold back the small scream of agony. He would’ve fell to the ground if it weren’t for Hunk to catch him. “Lance!!” The others rushed toward him, worry painting their faces. Another gasp was heard, but this time, it wasn’t from Lance. Pidge gaped in horror as a streams of blood were coming from Lance’s legs, creating a small puddle around his feet. That’s when all hell broke lose. Keith quickly grabbed Lance, easing to the ground. “Lance, what’s wrong?!” Lance whimpered out a small “L-legs. Hurt.” Keith hands then fumbled around Lance’s belt, trying to see the damaged. With trembling fingers, he pulled of Lance’s pants, and pales at the sight before him. Large cracked gashes ran along Lance’s legs and if Keith looked closely, he could see blue scales beneath the bloody flesh. Shiro knelt beside Lance. “Lance, what happened? What can we do?” He asked frantically. “W-water..” was the weak reply. Keith wasted no time. He lifted Lance into his arms, pulled him against his chest, and ran. “Keith!! Where are you going?!” The team chased after them to the…bathroom? Keith quickly turned the knob of the bathtub. As the water began to fill, Keith stripped Lance of his other clothes. As soon as there was enough water, he delicately tossed Lance into the tub. The water began to turn crimson. “Keith, what are you doing??” “He said water, what else did you expect me to do?!” The team began to bicker when Lance suddenly released a relieved sigh. “Guys. Guys! GUYS!!” Hunk yelled. “Look..” The team stopped as the water lapped at Lance’s legs, stopping the bleeding. They watched with wide eyes as the rich, mocha legs slowly became a shiny, blue tail. Scales started to appear across Lance’s arms and cheeks. His nails became slightly pointed and a thin layer of webbing connected his fingers. Gills formed along the side of his throat. A pleased rumbled escaped from Lance as he lowered himself into the water. After they got over the initial shock of what just happened, the team turned to Lance. “What the fuck just happened?” “Pidge! Language!” Lance fidgeted in the water, a nervous blush appearing on his cheeks. “If I’m out of the water for too long, my scales get dried out, and it kinda forces me to change back. The only problem with that is, it makes my skin crack, and if it’s too severe I could…bleed out.” “WHAT?! Lance, you literally could have died! Why didn’t you tell us? Honestly, what were you THINKING?!” Keith fumed. Lance cast his eyes to the floor. “I..I didn’t want to be a nuisance. I just wanted to be strong, like all of you guys.” Keith eyes turned soft. “You’re not a nuisance Lance. Far from it.” He let his fingertips graze down his arm. “We care about you. You really gave us a scare there.” Lance locked eyes with Keith, smiley softly at him. Someone cleared their throat. “Alright, if you two are gonna make googley eyes at each other, I’m out. Also, I feel really weird now that we’re just standing around Lance while he’s in a bathtub. I’m getting food.” Pidge exclaimed as she made her exit. Shiro and Hunk chuckled and followed her as Lance and Keith flushed redder than Keith’s Lion. Keith rubbed the back of his neck, and awkwardly gave a soft pat on Lance’s shoulder. “Take all the time you need. Come get some dinner after your done.” Keith turned to leave. “Hey, Keith!” Keith stopped and turned around. “Thanks for..everything.” Keith grinned. “No problem, Lance.” “Oh, and Keith?” “Yes?” Lance smirked. “Next time you want in my pants, just ask first.” Keith nearly killed over and tried to back out of the door, rambling nonsense coming from his mouth. He turned, tried to flee, and ran into the door. Lance giggled and Keith gripped his nose, grumbling out of the door, sporting a bright flush of color across his cheeks. Lance let his arms tip over the side of the tub, gazing at the door Keith just exited. “Heh. Cute.”


-you wouldn’t even have to tell him, he could just tell from your tired expression the moment you walked into the bedroom- 

*reaching his arms out towards you* 
“My poor little girl, you had a bad day didn’t you?” 
*begins to gently rock you as you bury yourself in his arms* 
“It’s okay, everything will be okay babygirl. I’m right here- I’m right here.”

Originally posted by youngjai


-he’d hate knowing you had such a tough day, and would immediately wrap his arms around you; staying there just holding you for as long you wanted- 

“Aish, I’m sorry you had such a tough time..” 
*runs his fingers through your hair* 
“You’re home now though, you’re okay my princess.” 

Originally posted by ohohobi


-he’d just shake his head as he tightly held you, kisses the top of your head repeatedly- 

*lifting you, he’d take a seat on the couch; laying you on top of him* 
“People are so dumb..” “I should beat up everyone that gave my princess such a hard time.” 

Originally posted by yugeyos


-the moment you roughly slammed the door as you walked into the apartment you two shared, he’d know something was up- 

*getting up from the couch he’d go over to you, immediately pulling you into his arms- no questions asked* 
“Sh, sh it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.”
*softly smiling as he lightly kissed your forehead as you relax in his arms* 
“My poor baby, my sweet little baby.. Do you need me to get you anything?”

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins


-immediately grows concerned by your facial expression and silence as you walk in- 

“Baby, what’s wrong are you okay?” 
*pulls you into a protective hug the moment you pout and become teary eyed* 
“No, no don’t cry please my love.” 
“What can I do to make you feel better? Hm? I’ll do anything for you princess.” 

Originally posted by jwxngs


-learning from previous experiences, he’d know to always have your favorite snacks ready to go; the instant he heard you annoyed huff he’d race to the pantry, pulling out a box he hid that held all your favorites- 

*walking back into the room, he’d empathically smirk at the sight of you laying face down* 
“Come here babygirl..” 
*laying beside you, he’d pull you into his arms before handing the box over to you* 
“Here, it has all your favorite goodies inside. We can do whatever you want tonight too, okay?” “I just want you happy, my love.” 

Originally posted by toinfinityannnndbeyond


-he’d be getting dinner ready when you come in, your cheeks flushed and eyes puffy from crying; he automatically stops what he was doing and rushes over to you- 

“Oh my god, Jagi- What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 
*you just simply shake your head as he pulls you into a warm hug* 
“Sh, sh, sh- no more crying okay?” 
“I’m right here, I promise I’ll be right here for as long as you need, okay?” 

Originally posted by jehbum

Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you. (Part 2)

Originally posted by devoiddean

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Read Part 1 here!

“You are really close.” a soft voice said but you still almost jumped. You turned around to face Mary and let a soft chuckle.

“Did I scare you?” she asked and you gave her a sheepish smile.

“For a hunter my instincts are always fast asleep.” you said with a laugh “Much to Dean’s dismay. He’s taught me a lot of things but I always seem to do the wrong thing, can’t understand how he can be so patient.”

“He’s not usually.” she said with a small shrug as she took a sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

“I have noticed yeah, I guess.” you sai with a small shrug.

“He’s patient with you… and a lot of other things that he usually isn’t.” she noted and you were too occupied to notice the voice tone when she said the words.

“I think?” you gave her a shy smile “I just- we’re close, that’s all. Maybe I get to see a few other sides in him.”

“Only him?” she asked with a frown and you stopped for a moment to look at her blinking “I mean-” he started again “I haven’t been around for very long but- I just noticed that you and Dean and Sam are really… comfortable around each other. You really are a family.” for lack of better words.

You smiled just slightly at the thought of the Winchesters “They are my family Mary. I know that there might not be any blood relation but- but Sam, Dean and Cas are all I’ve got. I lost my family to some vampires and I would have died to if it wasn’t for your sons. That was about ten years ago and we’ve been through heaven and hell together. Literally.” you breathed out.

“They care about you a lot, I can see it.” she said in a low voice and you looked down shyly.

“I- I care about both of them a lot too.” somehow you didn’t understand how you separated them from Cas because the way you cared about them was completely different.

“I’m glad about that, I always wanted someone to look after them and… love them the way you do.”

“I’m not doing anything special, Mary.” you said honestly “It comes naturally, I can’t help it. They’ve done so much for me that I just- it’s impossible to not love them, considering who they are.” yu shrugged and she nodded her head.

“I know that, I know. I just-” he bit on her lower lip for a moment “I was wondering if- I don’t want to intrude or something I just thought that- do you probably see them or any of them any… different?”

“Different? How?” you blinked, although part of you already knew what she was trying to say.

Mary was ready to say something but all words got caught in her throat when she saw her two sons enter the kitchen. They both gave her a kiss on the cheek and greeted her but before they could exchange a ew words they noticed you standing there, ready to prepare dinner and jumped at the opportunity to help.

“Hey what were you talking about?” Dean asked in a low voice as he glanced at Castiel sitting next to Mary and getting into a conversation with her.

“It was-” you paused for a moment, biting your lower lip in thought “It was nothing. Just an easy chat, nothing special.”

“You sure?” Sam asked and you glanced at him, smiling the exact same smile you gave to Dean.

“Yeah, Sammy. Don’t sweat it, casual girl stuff you two giants can’t understand.” you gave him a wink as he grabbed some of the ingredients still needed.

“I mean I can’t but not even Samantha?” Dean asked with a tilt of his head, raising an eyebrow and you snickered.

“Funny much.” Sam rolled his eyes “Hey Deanna, next time period cramps start don’t ask me to go get you all the chocolate I can find.” he said with a smirk, reminding you of a particularly fun case and Dean only scoffed at him.

“I won’t.” he shrugged, wrapping two arms protectively around you “I have (Y/n) for that, at least I can understand her better than you do.” he said in a childish way and you rolled your eyes laughing at them.

“Come on girls, don’t get your panties in a twist. We got dinner to prepare.” you joked, pushing Dean away with your buttas he smirked at you.

“Oh are we getting some action baby? Not here, let’s go get a room first.” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at how flirty he was.

“Can we get to cooking already?” Sam asked with a bitch face and you smiled at his obvious attempt and fail to hide his jealousy. You leaned up and pecked his cheek without a warning – but wait did you ever really warn them? - and nodded your head.

“Sam’s right, as much as I love you too goofballs my stomach really needs the food right now. And it’s that much I could almost chose it over you right now.” you said with chuckle, eyes focused on the task at hand and therefore you were unable to see the smiles that spread on both men’s faces.

“Mary” Castiel’s soft voice made the woman avert her eyes from the sight in front of her. Of course she’d heard the small word and of course unlike you she had not failed to see her sons’ smiles. They were so much alike not just between the two of them but also to that John had when she told him the first time that she loved him.

She knew that this wasn’t the first time you were saying the small word, she’d heard you say to Dean once and althoughshe hadn’t heard a thing she didn’t doubt you’d spoken it to Sam too. Maybe they didn’t say it back but she could see they wanted to and she could see crystal clear from their smiles that they felt it too.

She sighed, looking back at the angel “I’m sorry Castiel, I am just too occupied-”

“Thinking? Yeah, I noticed that. Is everything alright?” he asked with a small adorable frown and she sighed.

“I’m afraid that my answer will be no different from yesterday Castiel.” she looked down at her hands, shaking her head with a frown.

“Are you still worried that they might-”

“That’s the thing Cas.” she cut him off gently “It’s not a might, there is no single doubt about it anymore. I mean, look at the way they look at her. Look at the way they smile after she told them she loves them, they-” she felt her throat close and shook her head, rubbing her forehead.

“It’s… quiet complicated.” Castiel only said in a low voice as he watched you and the Winchesters too occupied with chatting and cooking to care to listen to anything else. It always seemed to be like this, whether you were with one or both of the two men you seemed to not have eyes for anything else. Your full attention was on him/them and nobody else.

“Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it.” she said “And I don’t even know where to stand, Castiel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I always looked forward to this day, to see them smile like this: happy and without a single worry even if it was for just an hour. Because that would mean they’d found their own heaven in the woman they loved but now- what kind of heaven is this Castiel? How could any of them ever really be happy knowing that the other is actually in hell because of what is going on.”

“They’re strong, they- they will work it out.”

“Can it be worked out? I mean Castiel as a mother I only want them to be happy but- now I can’t have that because either way one of them will end up hurt. How am I supposed as a mother to stand seeing even one of my sons hurt like that? I always knew something like this would happen I just- I never wished for it to be exactly like this.”

“Their fate has been sealed long ago, Mary. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“But I could do something- I should do. The moment I brought Sam as a baby back home from the hospital I saw that the bond they had started to develop would be the strongest one but- but I fear it, Cas. I fear that the bond I saw them develope years ago will be put to the test and I can’t stand to watch it.”

“Mary it’s their decision to make, it’s not your fault.” he tried to reassure her.

“It is but I- I am scared of that decision, Cas. Whatever it is we know that both of them will hurt one way or another. Their lives had been sealed ever since Dean first held Sam in his arms, they were tied and whatever choice one makes the other will face the consequences. One is meant to sacrifice for the other every time and vice versa- how can a mother deal with that Castiel?”


014. ceo!yoongi

014. “let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

When people warned Min Yoongi that he shouldn’t fall for his secretary, he told them to find a rat’s ass that would give a shit of what they said. However… two months ever since he hired someone new to replace the one who resigned merely a week after… he just may need to go back on his word. No one warned him about your background and the possibilities of falling for you the more he hears about it. Not even a red light to give him a heads up of late night shifts and chats that could lead to revealing more sides to you he never expected to see.

Yep. In too deep to back out now.

There was one thing stopping him, though.

“Hey… Yoongi?”

“Hm?” He looks up from the report he was currently going through, eyes now landing on you on his sofa with files surrounding you like a fort.

“Can I be honest?”

He raises a brow, now folding his hands on the table, fingers lacing one another, “Haven’t you been all this while?”

“Well, yeah. But this is like… honest honest. Like… extra honest,”

He nods after digesting your words, leaning forward with curiosity, “What is it?”

“Um… see I’ve been thinking about this and…” You stop fiddling with the corner of the file you’re holding, gazing down to your lap in hopes it’ll boost your confidence, “You know a lot of about me but I don’t know a thing apart from the fact you like coffee with two sugars and that you prefer texting over calls. And that you like scaring new employees by making them think they’re screwed all the time without saying a thing during their presentation and - hey! This isn’t funny!”

“How is it not when you’re being cute like this?” He counters, and you shut up immediately after that. Pulling your lip over your head, you want to swallow yourself when he looks at you like that.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? You’ve gotten quiet all of a sudden for someone who wanted to say so much,”

Yoongi doesn’t know why but he has this urge to just… turn that frown of yours upside down (how he plans to do it, he’s not going to reveal that yet). He gets up from his seat and pushes the rollers back to walk around his table, then the one in front of you until all you see that comes in your line of sight is a hand. Trailing it up to his face, you see him pointing at his hand with his eyes.

“Come. Let’s get to know each other over dinner,”

Your hand inches up and you meet palms with him. As his fingers grip onto your hand, you refuse to let him pull you up with wait. He does just that, blinking at you with a tilted head.

“Are you just doing this to mess with me or are you… do you feel the same way I do?” 

He exhales deeply before deciding to kneel down before you, under your mercy as your eyes follow his at the switch of height.

“Don’t you know me enough to know that I’m more than just interested in you?”


“Then now you do,” Yoongi smiles, and when he sees you do too, with your hand curling into his with a blush creeping on your cheeks, he stands and easily makes you do the same to match his footsteps.

“B-But what about our work?”

“One of the perks of dating your boss, Y/N,”


“You don’t suppose this to be a get together, do you?”


“Then it’s a date.”

Need A Hug

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: none (some angst maybe?) 

Word count: 877

Summary: Ever feel like you need a hug? Well, Jensen is there to help.

A/N: This is written for the lovely @bringmesomepie56. This is also my first time writing Jensen so be gentle with me guys!

Originally posted by lovershub

On some days you wake up with a bad feeling. You start your day not feeling well but you ignore it. You don’t think about it and continue on. Sometimes that feeling passes but sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it escorts you through every minute of your day and it clings onto you for dear life. Today had been a day like that and you regretted not staying home.

You let out a loud sigh when entering the apartment you and Jensen were living in together. Literally everything that could’ve gone wrong today somehow managed to go wrong. Your day had been a perfect example for Murphy’s Law.

You had never thought the sentence “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” could be more accurate. Here you were, still standing at in the hallway of your apartment with your purse laying by your feet.

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Where You Belong

Bucky x Reader

Word count: ~4800

Request Summary: Could I request a one shot where Bucky and reader have been together for ages, and the reader has been coping with buckys nightmares and talking down the soldier when he turns into him, but she becomes exhausted doing that and working, and Bucky and Steve think it’s a good idea to hire someone else to deal with buckys nightmares, not realising that it will hurt readers feelings and makes her think Bucky doesn’t want her anymore,
She try’s to leave him and tells him she will help train the new person to deal with the soldier, and she packs her bags when Sam finds her In her room, and then goes to tell bucky and it ends all fluffy please if that made any sense 

A/n: Thank you @melconnor2007 for the wonderful request. I hope you enjoy it! Also the longest thing I’ve ever written.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, a little violence from a nightmare, swearing.

“Bucky,” you gasp out, feeling the metal fingers tighten around your throat, the wall harsh and rough against your back.  “Buck, it’s me, it’s ok, you’re safe,” you wheeze.  Looking into his crisp blue eyes, you don’t see anything of the man that you love, you only see the thing that he hates.

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Request: Could I have 40 + 41 with Tony please?x

Pairing: Tony x reader

Summary:   40: “ Will you marry me? ” 41: “ I’m pregnant.”

You and Tony both had happy secret to tell the other, unbeknownst to the other.

Words Count: 1040

Genre:  Fluff :)


      Mornings never were Tony’s favorite, he much preferred waking up closer to noon but that changed once he met you. You were the light at the end of Tony’s tunnel, his endgame and being able to wake up before you and see the golden rays of sunrise cascade over your sleeping form was worth waking up for. You two had met at one of his many charity balls, Tony can’t remember what it was for though. The only thing he could remember was the fire in your eyes when you were discussing a topic you enjoyed. What started as one conversation turned into two, which turned into coffee dates, that turned into dinner dates, that turned into Tony asking you to be his girlfriend. 

    It had been 3 years since you started dating and you had successfully moved into Tony’s penthouse. You were Tony’s voice of reason, his conscious and now he was completely dependent on your presence in his life. He never wanted to give you up, and he hoped the ring in his bedside table would be able to convey that in ways his words cannot. It wasn’t a very big but the simple clean look of it fit your personality best. Thinking of you wearing the white dress and walking to him from the isle almost brought tears to his eyes, he hopes you feel the same way. Who knew the playboy philanthropist could be so tightly woven around a woman’s finger?

   Tony smiled as he saw your sleeping form start to squirm around as you started waking up.

   “Good morning Sweetheart.” Tony whispers.

~2 weeks earlier~

   You sigh as you finish emptying your stomach contents for the second morning in a row.

   You weren’t stupid, you had an idea of what was happening. You weren’t exactly surprised that it was happening, seeing how you and Tony tend to go at it like two jack rabbits in heat.

   “FRIDAY,” you call out.

   “Yes ms.(l/n)?” The AI responds.

   “Can you schedule me an appointment with Doctor Schumer for today?” you request.

   “Right away mam, Should I inform Mr. Stark?” She asks.

   “No!” you snap back, “I mean, no. Its nothing to worry about, It’ll be fine.”

   “Of course.” and with that the AI leaves you with your thoughts.

   You were probably pregnant. You didn’t know if Tony wanted kids, but you loved him enough to trust that he will be happy.

~2 hours later~

   Well. You were definitely pregnant. By your charts, you were at least 2 months along. How were you going to tell Tony? You looked at the ultrasound in your hand. There wasn’t much to look at yet, because it was so small but the photo gave you hope. You put the photo in your bedside drawer and try to brainstorm ways to tell Tony.


   Upon waking up, Tony informs you that he will be making pancakes for breakfast. You sit up in excitement and kiss your boyfriend.

   “Thank you my love!” In your mind, you think Today’s the day. I’m going to tell him today!

   Little did you know that Tony was thinking the very same thing.  You both grab something from your bedside table and make your way to the kitchen. It felt like the photo was burning a hole through your pockets.

   You sit at the island in the kitchen as tony starts to prepare breakfast.

   “Tony I need to tell you something.”

   “(y/n) I need to ask you something!” 

   You both talk in unison by accident, laughing at each other.

   “Age before beauty Tone, You first.” you snicker.

   “okay. One, ouch and two, Ladies first love.” he shoots back.

   “Fine. Here.” You pull the photo out of your pocket and put it in Tony’s hands.”I’m pregnant

   You hear him gasp and look up and you, “No, (y/n) are you serious!” he asks excitedly.

   You nod your head smiling and Tony comes around the island and picks you up into a big hug. He holds you tightly before dropping to his knees and starts talking to your stomach.

   “Hey little guy! It’s daddy!” Tony whispers to your stomach. You start tearing up and hold Tony close to you and your child. You feel your shirt getting wet and Tony pulls away slightly.

   “Well, since I’m already down here. (Y/n), my love, the mother of my child, my sunshine, Will you marry me?” he asks pulling out a beautiful ring.

   You gasp, hands flying to your face. You start crying and just nod your head, not being able to make out words. Tony stands up and gets close to you. He starts sliding the ring up your finger and speaks softly to you.

   “(y/n) I swear to you, my child and anyone else that I will be a loving husband and a caring father. I love you more than the Sun, the Moon, and the stars. I promise I’ll be a better father and husband than my father ever could.” 

   “We know.” you whisper back, you smile and kiss him.

~4 years later~

“Maria Kathrine Stark, get off your father’s suit and come to dinner,” you say, walking into Tony’s lab. Maria was now 3 and a half and all too much like her father. 

“But mom!” She whines back.

“No buts, upstairs now.” you demand. She crosses her arms and pouts while you watch her stomp up the stairs to your dining room.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we just made a clone of you.” you say to your husband as he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Isn’t she cute?” Tony laughs, kissing your neck. “It almost makes me want another one.” He says.

You look back at him and slide his hands down to the small bump forming, “Funny you should say that..” 

“No freaking way!” He yells with joy.

“Yes way my love, we’re having another.”  

   Tony kisses you hard and it would have gone much further if it wasn’t for a certain Stark causing a ruckus.

“Daddy!” Maria yells

“Coming squirt!” he yells, running up the stairs. You laugh and make your way to the dining room where your family awaited you.

Dogs- Tyler Seguin

Originally posted by steenbean

As soon as I got this prompt I loved it! It’s friggin adorable! And totally Tyler!! Anyway so here’s a Tyler imagine featuring Marshall and Cash! Enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Hi! I love your imagines! Can u please do a Tyler Seguin imagine about how he notices y/n paying a lot of attention to the dogs and preferring to spend time with them and feed and do everything for them so Tyler gets jealous and puts the dogs outside and y/n notices that he’s jealous because of the dogs and finds it funny? Thank you!


              You heard Marshall and Cash on the other side of the door as soon as you rang the doorbell.

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My Mistake...

The roads were dangerous. Storm water coated the asphalt, deep puddles that obscured the lane markings and rose in a spray under my car tyres. Heavy raindrops on the windscreen conspired with fog from my own breath to obscure my vision. The time was so late that it was practically early, so there were blessed few other cars on the road. This was a bad night to be driving. This was the sort of night where mistakes would be made and people would die.

I arrived home in one piece, so to speak. Work had been both physically and mentally exhausting, and the drive home had used up the last of my concentration. I waited in the car for a moment, hoping in vain that the storm would let up briefly enough for my sprint to my front door, thoughts of the day crowding my exhausted brain. Faces of patients and their frightened or grieving families drifted though my mind. Crying, screaming or sometimes completely blank. The worst ones were the faces full of desperate hope, hope that my team and I might find a solution that I knew just didn’t exist.

The storm refused to relent, and I resigned myself to getting wet. Gathering my belongings I dashed out of the car, but only ran a few steps before running out of energy and walking the rest of the path. I was already soaked, the extra few seconds would make little difference.

The yard was a mess. I hadn’t weeded in months and badly needed to get someone to mow the tiny lawn, but it was not my priority at the time. The dead heads of the roses shed brown petals under the raindrops, and thorny branches scraped the windows.

My home was cold. I hadn’t bothered to leave the heater on that morning, it seemed a waste to heat the whole place when nobody was in it. I didn’t bother to turn it on now either, knowing I’d be in bed soon. There was precious little time for me to sleep before tomorrow’s shift at the hospital.

I found my way carefully to the kitchen, switching on the solitary light I needed to find my way around. Dinner was destined to be a frozen microwave meal for one. It wasn’t fancy, truthfully they didn’t taste very good, but they claimed to be healthy and it was one less thing my busy mind needed to think about. They tasted a little better if heated in the oven, but I had neither the patience nor the motivation for that.

The hum of the microwave did little to warm my thoughts. There was always so much I needed to do, and so much I never quite managed to get done. All those tasks would have to wait though, I just needed to eat, sleep, and go back to work tomorrow. Life was always that way.

The electronic ding jolted me from my thoughts. The plastic tray of the so-called honey soy chicken was hot to touch. Steam drifted upwards from the open packet. I opened a kitchen drawer to gather cutlery, a single knife and fork. All my others were waiting patiently in the sink to be cleaned.

Sudden movement from the couch demanded my attention. Nothing should be moving in my house except me.
“Good evening,” said a man in a suit, sitting far too casually on my couch. My shoulders tensed, and my fists clenched.
“I highly doubt that,” I grumbled. A dozen questions raced through my mind, but it didn’t occur to me to be frightened.

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Tom Holland Request

Hi! Could you please write an imagine where the reader is tom holland’s gf and they spend his birthday together? Maybe a party, idk.

hey friend! could you maybe write something for tom holland’s birthday, with the reader being his girlfriend, please? <3

You got up early to get everything in order and get ready for the day. Once you got your shoes on you grabbed your keys and headed out the door. “Hello,” you sang into the phone as Tom answered the phone. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear boyfriend. Happy birthday to you!”

“That was beautiful,” he laughed into the phone.

“Happy birthday, Babe.”

“Thank you. What are you up to?”

“I just not got in the car and I’m on my way to pick you up. So get ready.”

“Oh, you’re coming to get me. Where are we going?”

“That is a surprise. I’ll be there in 40.”


As soon as you pulled up to his place he was out the front door and getting into your car. “Happy birthday!”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “So, where are we off to?”

“We are grabbing brunch at that cute little place downtown, then we’re going to the mall to do some walking and shopping around. After that we are seeing that weird movie you wanted to see, going for a nice walk out in the park and getting some ice cream, then we’ll come back to your place to get ready for a fancy dinner.”

“Fancy dinner, huh?” You nodded but what was really going on was that you gave your spare key to Tom’s place to his best friend who’d be using the decorations you got to decorate his place for a surprise party.


After a long and busy day out you parked back in front of Tom’s house. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did,” he grabbed your hand as you two walked to the door. “So how fancy do I have to dress for this dinner tonight?”

“Actually,” you said just outside the front door. “Maybe we can just stay in,” you walked into the dark house and turned on the lights. All of Tom’s friends popped out from their hiding spots and yelled, “Surprise!”

“Wow,” he jumped back and started laughing. “What is this?”

“Surprise,” you kissed his cheek. “Happy birthday, Tom.”

“Let’s dig into this cake,” someone yelled from the living room and lead the party into the kitchen.


The party was in full swing and you were talking to a group of girls when you felt a hand slide around your waist. “Mind if I have this dance?”

“Not at all.” The two of you went into the living room and danced way to slow to the up tempo music. “Are you having fun?”

“I’m having the best night of my life.”

At the end of July, he starts to pack for college, soon to be following his sister’s footsteps to New York.

With a suitcase laying open on his bed, Mike Wheeler rummages around in the back of his closet, searching for an old photograph of he and his friends from the sixth grade science fair that he knows is in there somewhere. Tucked away in the far corner, hidden under a pile of old sweaters and a musty winter jacket, is a small cardboard box. Mike pulls it out and opens the flaps. Atop the pile of miscellany is his ninth-grade yearbook, and just below that, his eighth-grade Ghostbusters costume. Mike digs a little deeper, past a swathe of near-perfect science tests and a collection of birthday cards from his grandma.

He feels strange, peeling back the years of his life like this, an oddly anticipatory feeling in the pit of his stomach. And then his fingers brush up against the unmistakable touch of chipped wood and he removes a small, blue frame from the box to look at the picture inside.

Max’s red hair is the first thing he notices, fiery against the white and pale blue backdrop of the school gymnasium. She’s sandwiched between Lucas and Dustin, who are both beaming and unaware that her hands hover over their heads, giving them the appearance of rabbit’s ears. Lucas’s other arm is held tightly around Will, who wasn’t quite ready for the picture and is clearly trying to say something, though Mike doesn’t remember what. He’s not even sure he heard over the music, standing on Dustin’s other side with a shy smile on his face and wearing a suit that makes him cringe in retrospect.

“Hey Mike?” A voice draws his attention to the doorway, where a petite girl in baggy jeans and a pink t-shirt is rocking on the balls of her bare feet, “Your mom asked me to come get you for dinner. I made the potatoes.”

“So I should avoid those?”

“Shut up, mouthbreather.” The girl rolls her bright, honey-coloured eyes and disappears down the hall. Mike laughs to himself and quickly glances back down at the photo before following her.

There, standing beside him, slightly behind his shoulder, and timidly avoiding looking at the camera, is a girl in a bright blue dress and curly hair. He knows the version of himself in that photograph had no idea just how deeply he’d love that girl; nor how much they would grow together.

Only Want You

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Cisco/Reader

Summary: You are trying to get dinner ready, but when your song comes on, Cisco has other ideas. Request for a Cisco imagine based on “Bad Things” by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello.

I had honestly never heard of this song and I had this on repeat nearly the entire time I was writing this. I had a hard time coming up with an idea for this song but I think it works. Hope you love it!

Warnings: May get a little steamy at the end, but nothing sexual. This blog is smut-free.

Listen to this while reading. Song isn’t mine and neither is the video.

Originally posted by dracoharry

           Cisco stepped inside the apartment, smiling as music met his ears. It was one thing he could count on since you moved in with him: music was a constant background noise. The genre even depended on your mood. Today seemed to be a mix of love songs.

           “Y/N? I’m home!” he called out.

           “Kitchen!” Coming around the corner, he smiled when he found you at the counter reading a recipe on your laptop. Your hips were swaying back and forth to the beat of a new song. He immediately recognized it: Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly. Though the song only came out last year, it embodied everything you felt about each other. With all the craziness that was now your lives, you were living it together. You and Cisco, from the time you met at Jitters, drew to each other and fell head over heels. You formed a bond that even Cisco’s powers couldn’t break and strengthened still every day. This was your song.

           Dropping his bag on the counter next to the computer, he slid his arms around your waist. Pulling your hips against his, he moved to two of you to the beat as he kissed your neck softly. You sighed and smiled as he murmured a soft, “Missed you.”

           “Missed you too. Cisco, I’m trying to get dinner going!” you giggled, feeling his teeth graze against your skin. Laughter bubbled from your throat as he pulled you away and spun you to face him.

           “Dinner can wait a bit. Our song’s on right now.” Closing your eyes, you looped your arms around his neck as he slowly led the both of you around the kitchen. You hummed the lyrics softly, smiling as he kissed your forehead. You smiled wider when his voice softly began to melt into the lyrics, singing along. His voice sent goose pimples across your skin as you sighed. You loved hearing Cisco sing, especially when it was this song.

           At the chorus, he slowly spun you away from him. Pulling you back in, you asked, “Remember when we first heard this?” Cisco smiled; he remembered well.

           “Which time? You love Camila Cabello.” You laughed.

           “Okay, the first time we danced to it.”

           “New Year’s festival. Your friend’s band did a cover of this song and we danced. They had the music playing in the background as the countdown started.” He touched his forehead to yours and smiled at the memory. “As I recall, you and I were already kissing before 2017 officially began.” You sighed softly, recalling the moment in perfect detail. “And then I brought you home to celebrate properly.”

           “Cisco!” you laughed, your cheeks heating up in surprise. He laughed and kissed you softly. The kiss deepened as you both stopped dancing. A small fire of passion ignited between you. Your fingers tangled gently in his dark hair as his hands slipped under your tank top and traced circles across your skin. Gently, he guided you backwards until he had you pinned against the counter, your body flush against his. Even the song and playlist ending didn’t ruin the moment.

           After a minute or so, Cisco drew back, his hands still tracing the lines of your ribs. You took a shuddering breath, biting your already kiss-swollen lips. “We ought to get dinner started,” he whispered, his voice husky and low. Instead, you reached back and hit the replay button. Immediately, the first notes of your song began playing again.

           “Dinner can wait,” you murmured, your lips brushing across his. His parted slightly as his eyes fluttered shut. “Our song’s on right now.”


PARING- reader x Steve



Request from anon- Hey💗 I loved your previous smut imagine so I thought I could also give you an idea :) something where you’re the Captain’s girlfriend and also an avenger but recently you barley had time together cause of missions. One time back after a mission Steve surprises you with a candle light dinner in his apartment and later you make up for some lost time and have really passionate and intense sex? 😘 and if you like from both povs :) thank you soooo much 😍😊

Another smut for you all and with out dear Captain *grins* enjoy. 


Originally posted by my-avengers-imagines

Being Steve Roger’s girlfriend was always going to cause some problems. He was Americas hero and when he got called away there was not much you could say about it, but it was equally hard being an Avenger as well as Captain America’s girlfriend. The missions were piling up and you frequently saw more of Clint and Natasha than you did your own boyfriend, it was frustrating to no end. But you loved being and Avenger and you loved Steve, it was like holding a double edged sword and trying not to stab yourself.

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Rolling with the Punches - Nightwing x Reader

Requested by Anon - Dick Grayson teaching the Reader self defense and she breaks his nose.   

“You need to hold your arms up, but keep them loose so they’re ready to block,” Dick instructed while moving your arms into position. You were both in the Batcave. You had been selected as the newest Robin, and Dick had volunteered to help you with your self defense. Since most of your skills were more on the technological side of things, you needed help with the combat aspects of crime fighting. 

“Are you sure this is right, Dick? This feels weird,” you comment, not liking where he placed your hands.

He snorted, “You act like I don’t know what I’m doing?” Giving you a playful smile, he drops into a fighting stance. “Ready?”

“Okay,” you squeak as his first few punches come your way. You do your best, dodging and blocking most of his punches and kicks. One kick got you in the stomach, but you ignored it.

Three minutes later, Dick stopped. “Good job, I think you have blocking down,” he complemented, his hands falling to his sides. “How’s your stomach?”

“Fine,” you reply bluntly, lying a bit. It actually hurt a lot, but you didn’t want to look weak in front of Dick.

Dick seemed to sense your lie anyway. “Do you want to take a break,” he asks with concern, but you shake your head in response. “Okay then, let’s start with offense.” 

Your eyes widened as you whimper, “Offense?” 

“Don’t look so scared, (Y/N). It will be fine,” he reassures you, giving you a grin. Of course, you weren’t really scared, but you had a bad experience with offensive combat. The last time you tried it, you almost broke your thumb.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” you say hesitantly. Dick then proceeded to show you how to make a proper fist, which was what you did wrong last time. He had you try punching on a punching bag before he decided you should try it on him.

“Come on, (Y/N). I’ll block it, it will be fine,” he encouraged, gesturing you to hit him.

You continued to shake your head. “No way, Dick. That’s how accidents happen,” you argue, knowing something bad will happen. Something bad always happened when you tried things.

“Don’t you trust me,” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He grinned reassuring before taking a step towards you. “You won’t hurt me.”

Taking a step back, you crossed your arms. “I do trust you, I just don’t want to hit you.”

“You know if you don’t do this with me, you have to do it with Batman. Let me tell you that is far worse,” he warned, causing you to bit your lip in thought. You really did not want to do this training with Batman.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you say, giving up. Dick smiles, holding his hands up to block your punch. You pause for a moment before giving a pathetic and gentle punch at his shoulder, which he caught easily.

“Seriously, (Y/N),” Dick scolded, letting your hand go. “You have to throw a harder punch than that. You’re not going to be fighting butterflies out there.”

You huffed in response, readying yourself to punch him again. If he wanted to hurt himself that was his own problem. You closed your eyes, and threw the hardest punch you could muster. When your punch landed, smashing something in the process. Your eyes flew open to see Dick collapse to the ground with blood steaming down his nose and mouth. 

Covering your mouth in shock, you gently prod Dick’s leg with your foot. “Nightwing,” you whisper, trying to get him to respond. “Dick, are you okay?”

When a groan erupted from Dick, you screamed and ran away. “Batman,” you cry in terror, sprinting for the opposite end of the cave. “I think I killed Nightwing.”

 It turns out you didn’t kill him, you just broke his nose. After Batman was able to calm you down and call Alfred to come and help Dick, he sent you to your room. You knew you were going to get a lecture later by the look he gave you while sending you away. Biting your lip to keep your tears at bay, you entered your room to fall face first on the bed. 

You felt so guilty. You knew something like this was going to happen, yet you did it anyway. Tears started to stream down your face as you moved to take a shower and change out of your sweaty work-out clothes. 

When you finished, you curled up underneath the covers of your bed, deciding to stay there for the rest of your life. After about an hour, a knock came from your door.

“(Y/N), can I talk to you,” Dick said, cracking open the door to peer inside. You hid deeper into the covers, ignoring him in your shame. “Come on, (Y/N). We need to talk about what happened.” You heard him cross the room and felt the bed shift as he sat on the edge. His hand gently laid on your blanket covered back.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered through the blankets while feeling Dick’s hand begin to rub up and down your back.

Dick sighed before grabbing the edge of the blankets with his other hand and pull them down to reveal your face. His face soften when he saw your tears. “It’s okay, (Y/N). I should have been paying more attention,” he soothes while his hand rubbed your back. It felt nice. 

“I knew something like that was going to happen,” you mumbled, hiding your face in your pillow when you saw how black and blue his face was.

“No, you didn’t. I should have blocked that,” he argued softly. “You threw a pretty good punch though. Batman was impressed.”

You quickly turned back to him. “He was,” you question with star-stuck eyes. 

“Yeah, he was. So, you’re not in trouble,” Dick reassured, smiling at the grin that breaks out on your face. Dick stood up from your bed. “He actually wanted me to come get you for dinner, if you’re done sulking?”

You huff, “I wasn’t sulking.” Kicking off the covers, you rose from your bed to head out the door. Before you enter the hallway, you turn to walk backwards so you could talk to Dick who was followed you. “Do you think Batman was so impressed he’d let me drive the batmobile?”

Dick smirked at your innocent question. “Yeah, I’m sure he will.”  

Everything will be Alright // Jackson Wang

Originally posted by my-fjo

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, family drama

Summary; You take Jackson to meet your mum for the first time, but things don’t go according to plan. As always, he exceeds your expectations with his ability to turn even the worst possible situations into the best days of your life.

Please note that this scenario contains mentions of depression, other mental illnesses and family issues. Reader discretion is advised.

(Y/L/N) - Your Last Name

(Y/C) - Your Country

(Y/M/N) - Your Mother’s Name

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anonymous asked:

Firefighters AU. Imagine person A is <b>really</b> bad in the kitchen and keeps burning things and person B is the firefighter who keeps showing up and save the day.

“Aw, spaghetti, no,” Clint protested. He’d only gone to check his email for like five minutes, a huge stockpot of water shouldn’t boil away in that amount of time, but based on the blatting sounds coming from his ceiling and the roiling smoke clogging up the hall, that’s exactly what had happened. Either that, or he’d left a loaf of bread on the stove again and turned on the wrong burner. He’d done that, too. 

It couldn’t be microwave popcorn, this time, because he hadn’t put popcorn in. He was pretty sure, at least. Exhaustion had a way of having him running on autopilot. He knew he was tired, he had three part time jobs, all of which worked him a precise 32 hours per week because that was the most amount of hours he could have without qualifying for any sort of company health insurance. Not that he needed the insurance, but he would have liked some fucking overtime pay for the amount of hours he put in. 

It wasn’t the first time it had happened. It probably wasn’t going to be the last time, but it might well be the last time here. The fire department had been very clear, last time; one more house fire in this building and Clint was going to get fined. 

A fine was going to mean he couldn’t pay rent; which meant he was going to lose his nice comfortable loft apartment, and– 

God, the smoke was thick

What Clint needed was a fire alarm that would shut itself off when he yelled, “hey, I’m cooking here!” at it. 

His head was spinning lazily. The walls weren’t quite. Right. 

And the air was really, really hot. 

This wasn’t a cooking fire, Clint realized, suddenly, a few wisps of burned crumbs. Or even a more substantial cooking accident, like melting the stockpot onto the stove trying to make turkey broth. This was… an actual fire? 

Clint went to his knees in the hall. 

If it was an actual fire, even if it was something in the kitchen, and he’d left it on, at least the fire department wouldn’t be able to fine him. That was a good thought. His eyes were blurry, tears streaked his cheeks. Lucky was under his hands, whining. The dog bit hold of Clint’s tee shirt and tried to drag him down the hall. 

What the hell? 

The shirt ripped and Lucky barked frantically before erupting into some terribly painful sounding dog-coughs. 

Come to think of it, Clint was coughing, too. 

The floor was nice. Cooler. He laid down. 

(there’s a readmore line here; I always post to A03 within an hour of this post going live, so you can find it there along with my other fic)

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Antique? (Sam x Reader One Shot)

Prompt: The object you buy from a weird antique store makes you live in an earlier time.

I returned to the motel room with Sam and when Dean saw us, he rolled his eyes.

“What?” he groaned realizing we were back.

“She found an antique store.” Sam laughed.

“I love those stores! You can’t blame me! You were playing with things.” I countered.

“Shhh.” He shushed me and smiled.

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