could we have slowed this down a little more

Doctor Davies

Summary: Mick made quite a fool of himself when he acted like a doctor, not knowing you were actually friends with the Winchesters. But he didn’t expect to what it would lead later on.
Requested by @wayward-mirage and I’d say @little-red-83 because of our lil conversation.. hehe

Words: 1302

Pairing: “Doctor” Mick Davies x Reader

Originally posted by faith-in-dean

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, car sex, getting caught

Being stuck in a hospital was annoying. Even more so since you were a hunter and normally you would never even consider going to the hospital because of an injury but some passersby found you injured and unconscious in a forest and therefore dropped you off at the hospital.

And with your injuries, they wouldn’t just let you go on your own. That was why you contacted the Winchesters. Partly at least. Another part of you called them for support on the hunt. At least for as long as you couldn’t do anything on your own with the large gash on your side as well as your sprained arm.

You knew it would be a nice thing to see the Winchesters again. After all it had been a few months since you had last seen them. And now you were just impatiently waiting for them.

“Mick wait,” you could hear Dean’s voice in the hallway and a small smile crossed your face but who was this Mick he was talking to?

“Don’t worry I got this,” a strange voice said before a man entered the room, he was wearing a white coat and once you spotted Sam and Dean they just gave you an apologetic look.

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For Your Love || Jeff Atkins x Asexual!Reader

I’m glad you asked, because I’ve seen a few imagines with asexual readers and I noticed a repeat of something that really bothered me. Always by the end, they were magically cured by ‘the one’. Like, no. If that’s someone’s sexual orientation, or lack thereof, they’re not going to change it for one person. If people truly desire our asexual cupcakes, they’re not going to constantly be trying to convert them.

Word Count: 1,174

Warnings: Mild Bullying, Sexual Dialogues


    You had thought your relationship was going well. Marcus Cole, straight-A student and President of the Honor Board, was what most would consider a perfect gentleman. He would hold open doors for you, carry around your bags; basically, treat you like you always thought guys should treat their girlfriends. But it was on the night of the back-to-school Winter Formal that you saw him for who he truly was.

    The two of you had just taken a break from dancing to go grab some punch. Upon hearing from Montgomery that it’d been spiked, you stuck to grabbing a soda, watching Marcus pick through the large platters of snacks with a frown.

    “Hey, do you want to get out of here?” he asked, nodding towards the door. “We could go back to my place and hang.”

    “Are you not having a good time?“ you responded.

    He shot you that that sly smirk, never failing to melt your heart. "I just thought maybe we could have a little bit more if we were alone.”

    The smile that had begun to itch across your face faded quickly, replaced by a concern that furrowed your brows and forced you to cast your eyes downward. “Can’t we stay longer? I wanted to ask Tony if he could get some slow songs playing.”

    You felt Marcus’s hands slide around your hips, drawing you against his chest—what might have been comforting under normal circumstances, but now it just served to make your stomach twist with nerves. “Come on, Y/N. You know you can trust me.” He leaned down, teeth nipping at your ear. “I’ll be gentle.”

    You shoved your hands against his chest, scrambling backwards a few feet. “Wait! I really need to tell you something.”

    “What?” he asked, sounding, and looking, pretty offended.

    “I’m asexual,” you said quickly. “It’s not like I don’t like you, I really do. It’s just… I don’t enjoy sex like that.”

    He seemed taken aback for a moment, before finally clearing his throat to speak. “So you don’t think we’d be having sex any time in the nearby future?”

    “I’d rather if we didn’t,” you replied, feeling as if your chest was rattling with broken glass. “We could still have a good relationship together.”

    “Look, Y/N,” he began. “You’re a gorgeous girl. I mean, every guy in this school wants you, and plenty hate me for being the one you chose. I just don’t think you’re ever going to find someone who’ll keep you if you keep holding out like this.”

    You stared at him in shock. “Wh-what?”

    He patted your shoulder, shaking his head sadly. “This just isn’t going to work out between us. When you get over this phase, or whatever this is, call me, okay?”

    “What the hell, Marcus?” you asked, voice raising. “Did you only start dating me to get in my pants?”

    Heads had turned from the crowd, people poking other people in the sides to draw their attention over. Marcus had turned a light red, glaring down at you for calling him out in front of everyone.

    “Like you didn’t start dating me just to get brownie points towards your school record,” he snapped.

    “I started dating you because I thought you were the one person who would understand that there are more important things than sex!” you cried.

    “You’re just a prude freak,” he replied, his voice breaking with anger.

    A few of his friends, who had grouped together near the front of the crowd, snickered quietly. One punched Marcus on the shoulder, telling him to let it go. Another claiming that he had something that could open up those legs.

    You felt tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, their words squeezing around your neck like a tightly knotted rope. You tore through them, racing out of the gym and down the hall. You didn’t stop until you had pushed open the door to the girls’ bathroom and collapsed against the wall, knees drawn to your chest and wetness streaming down your cheeks.

    To think you had once told yourself you loved him.

    Barely a few minutes had dragged by when you heard the door creak open. You looked up, surprised to see the tall, broad figure of Jeff Atkins slipping inside. His hair was moused into a swoopy, black wave, white tuxedo crisp and perfectly tailored.

    “Can I come in?” he asked.

    You shrugged. “I guess. If you want to hang out with a prude freak.”

    “Fuck Marcus,” he said. “You’re not prude, and you’re definitely not a freak. Last time I checked, you were just Y/N, and that’s fine with me.”

    He moved to sit down next to you. At closer glance, you could see he had replaced his normal white studs with a pair of snowflakes. You laughed, making him turn his head to smile at you.

    “What’s up with the earrings?” you asked.

    “I’m being festive,” he replied, motioning at the matching pattern on the hem of your dress. “And twinning with you, apparently.”

    “Looks like fate wanted us to meet each other in this bathroom,” you said with a soft sigh. “You don’t have to waste your night with me, you know.”

    “Assuming that any of my time spent with you is wasted.” He placed his hand over yours, bringing it into his lap. “My night is already ten times better.”

    You brushed away a stray tear, trying to pull away. “We won’t work out. It never does.”

    “Why?” he asked, tightening his grip. “You’re an asexual. So what? That’s not something that matters to me.”

    “You say that now, but imagine if we somehow managed to make it out of high school. Years from now. I’m not opposed to the idea of sex some time in a long term relationship, but I’m not going to be able to be sexually attracted to you. Are you willing to live your life like that?” you responded.

    You could tell by the expression on his face that he was seriously considering this. You were just bracing yourself for him to stand up and walk out when he gave a nod.


    “Jeff, are you sure?” You turned to face him, sitting back on your heels. “This isn’t a joke.”

    He nodded again. “Yes. I am one hundred percent positive. I’m not sure if this is a little too early or not, but I think I’m in love with you.”

    You laughed. “What?”

    “No, I’m serious,” he replied, lunging forwards to scoop you into his arms. He pulled you in for a hug, resting his head on your shoulder in a maternal kind of way. “I was pissed when you started dating Marcus. Ask Clay. He’s the one who watched me purposely tear book pages every time I had to turn them.”

    You felt yourself relaxing against him. “Wow, okay.  That’s certainly something.”

    He gave a low chuckle. “Do you want to go back to the dance?”

    “Yeah,” you whispered.

    For once, you had a feeling your relationship actually was going to work out.

First baby

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Featuring: none I think

Words: 1286

Warning: fluff!

Tag: @ethereal-quiescent-meek

Request: requested by @ethereal-quiescent-meek:

“#24 with Tony please :)”

Notes: as I always say, I’m so sorry for taking so much time into writing. I’m currently doing my uni exams so it’s hard to find the time and I had a busy Xmas break as well, but I promise all of your requests will be done asap.

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

A day after you gave birth you went sent home, after being told by ten different doctors that you were ok. Of course, that was on Tony. He wanted to make sure you were completely alright to leave and just one opinion wasn’t enough. It was quite funny at the beginning but by the time he had the fourth doctor called, it stopped being funny and it started being annoying.

Luckily, you had talked some sense into his head and you were finally going back to the Tower. He had habilitated a whole floor for you two since he didn’t want any of the Avengers to be disturbed due to “baby’s noises” like he liked to say. You were completely ok with it. It was like living on your own but with your best friends a couple of floors above your head.

“I told the guys to wait until tomorrow to come and visit”, Tony said while you were still in the car. “I imagined you wanted some time to…relax”, he shrugged.

You smiled at him. He had changed so much since you got pregnant it was hard to recognise him. Of course he was still the same sarcastic narcissist you loved, but he had grown up somehow. Fatherhood had changed him. Now he had something he had always wanted: a family. And he had already been the first father ever even before little Rose came to the world.

“I do. Thanks, Tony”, you smiled at him before turning to look at the sleeping baby once again.

It was magnetic. You just couldn’t stop looking at her. It didn’t matter that she spent most of her time asleep. She was just beautiful and hypnotising to watch.

A few minutes later, Happy drove into the tower garage and parked in Tony’s private parking where he kept all his overpriced cars. He quickly left the car and went around it to open the door and take the portable chair where Rose was sleeping. You couldn’t help smiling as you saw his face looking down at his first daughter. He looked so happy, so calmed, so relaxed for the first time since you met him all those years ago.

“She’s beautiful”, he mumbled.

“She really is” you nodded standing next to him.

“I think she looks like you”, he said looking at you with a small smile.

“Sorry Tony, as much as I love you and as sweet as that is…she’s being alive for less than 48 hours. She looks like an old potato”, you shrugged.

Rose did was beautiful but it didn’t matter. She was a new born and that was how new born looked like. Of course yours was the most beautiful ever but still a potato.

“Have you really just called our daughter an old potato?” Tony asked seriously.

You chuckled and took the chair from his hand and walked to the elevator. You really were tired after those 15 hours of giving birth and you needed a bath or to lie down for a while since you knew you wouldn’t have much peace during the next few months.

“Don’t you think she’s beautiful?” Tony asked following you into the elevator. The question made you laugh.

“I don’t think she’s beautiful, Tony. I know she is”, you replied looking at him. “That doesn’t change the facts. A beautiful potato indeed but a potato”, you shrugged.

“She’s not a potato…” he mumbled crossing his arms which made you laugh.

Neither of you did much during the rest of the day. Tony almost forced you to take that bath as he assured you he would watch Rose. You did it reluctantly. You knew he would take care of her but you just didn’t want to be away from her for even a second, as stupid as it sounded. But the thought of a warm bubble bath was too appealing so you decided to listen to your husband.

It was a hard day. Not having the nurses to help you was harder than you thought. You knew how to change diapers since you had changed your niece’s many times; you knew how to fed her since the nurses had told you how and Rose knew how to do it as long as you held her; you knew how to bath her. You knew how to do everything. And you had to do everything.

By the time you both hit the bed that night, you were too exhausted to even talk and you fell asleep with Tony’s arms around you immediately although you knew you would have to wake up in less than 3 hours for her feeding but you were going to take as much time as you could to sleep.

When you woke up an hour and a half later, you were surprised when you found the other side of the bed empty. With a frown, you sat up and looked around. The door was opened and there was a light coming from the nursery. Confused you woke up and followed the light as you rubbed your eyes trying to see clear.

What you had never expected was to find Tony holding Rose while he was sitting on the rocking chair, moving back and forth and humming something between his teeth. It was the most adorable picture you could have ever dreamed of. Slowly, you walked in, letting Tony know you were there. He looked up and smiled at you before looking back down at her with such a loving look it brought tears to your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a whisper.

“I couldn’t sleep…I needed to see her”, he told you. “Then I came in and I was watching her when she started crying a little so I took her and sat here. Now I’m not able to leave her”, he said. “I don’t think I will ever be able to leave her”, he added with a frown.

“Well…that’s good”, you chuckled moving closer to him.

“I don’t know…what if I’m too protective? What if she hates me for that?” He frowned. “She’s our first baby, I want to make it right”, he sighed. You smiled a little and rubbed his arm slowly.

“Tony you will be more than too protective. You will intimidate every single guy she ever comes home with. You will send Bucky to scare of the boys that mess with her at school. You will probably build some kind of armour for her 15th birthday”, you chuckled making him chuckled a little as well. “But you’re her father and maybe some time you will get on her nerves, like you get on mine, but she will love you more than anyone else in this world”, you smiled.

Biting his lip, he looked up at you letting you see the tears in his eyes. With a loving smile you looked down and kissed him softly.

“I love you”, he whispered. “And thank you…for her”, he added with a bigger smile.

“Thanks to you. She wouldn’t be here without your participation”, you winked.

“I’m willing to participate more”, he smirked.

“Wow! Slow down Iron Man”, you laughed quietly. “One at a time, shall we? We first have to raise this one”, you added looking down at her.

Just then she moved a little on Tony’s arms and started crying quietly at the beginning but in less than a minute she was crying out loud.

“Ok, this is your job, ma’am”, Tony quickly said getting up and putting her in your arms before exiting the room so you could feed her.

Laughing you shook your head and sat down with her. Too much for a romantic moment with Tony Stark. 

Head Lights

Sister Winchester : Head Lights

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 2715

Summary: Sam has disappeared and whilst you and Dean try to find him, Dean turns into a jerk like your father and becomes reckless whilst driving to an unknown location.

Warning: Car crash

A/N: Firstly I apologise for the title, I couldn’t think of anything. ALso sorry for wrecking Baby it hurt my heart doing so. Lastly I have done so many ‘happily ever after’ endings to my sisfics but for this one I thought I’d try something different hahah sorry xx. Idk if there is room to add a second part but i’ll just see how popular this gets and if anyone asks for it I can work on it. love you long time, thank you for the 500 followers xx

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Dean’s expressionless and stony face had his gaze entrapped on the vacant highway whilst the pair of you sped off into the night. You were used to Dean driving over the speed limit, but right now going double the speed limit was a little too fast for your liking. The cabin of Baby was thick with tension radiating off Dean and you knew better then to poke the bear, so you stayed quiet and prayed to Chuck that you wouldn’t crash.

Dean wasn’t in the right mind and therefore it was just plain dangerous that he insisted on driving. Since Sam disappeared, Dean had gone from bad to worst until he wasn’t even himself anymore. He hardly ate nor slept and just kept researching leads to find Sam. When no leads would appear, Dean would drink and drink and drink. He had bags under his eyes and he was paler then normal due to exhaustion and malnutrition. He had also lost weight making his clothes baggy on him. You tried as best you could to look after him and make him better but he always pushed you away and there was no way of persuading him otherwise once he had decided on somethig. Therefore, why you found yourself in the Impala in the early hours of the morning with your maniac brother driving.

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We all know that Voltron was confirmed for NINE SEASONS.

But we get season 4 in only a month or so…

At this rate of release(twice a year?) if not renewed, We could very possibly only have Voltron for a little over two more years! Please slow down these releases! And stop shortening the seasons! My heart can’t handle it!

Someone please prove me wrong!

Originally posted by borg-snorkelling

twangcat  asked:

Imagine Phil and Clint crushing on each other in high school and selling flowers for valentines day together

A/N: First post for ImagineClintCoulson! I hope all of y’all and enjoy. I know I am looking forward to filling all these amazing prompts. 

Phil had just pulled out the cash box for the sale when he caught sight of Principal Fury stalking toward the table, dragging Clint Barton with him. Barton was arguing with Fury as they walked and it was only when they were a few feet away that Phil was able to hear what Barton was whining about.

“Come on, Fury. He totally deserved it.”

Fury grimaced and from where Phil was sitting he could tell, this was not the first time he’d heard this from Barton. “It doesn’t matter how much he deserved it. Rules are rules and punching someone is automatic detention. Now you can sit here and sell carnations with Coulson or you can miss practice this afternoon and sit with Ms. Hill instead.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll sell the flowers.” Clint shrugged Fury off and followed him sullenly.

They’d reached the table and Fury pointed at the chair next to Phil. “Good choice. Now sit.”

Clint took a seat and crossed his arms over his chest. Phil looked up at Fury. “Sir? What’s going on?”

“Mr. Barton thought it was a good idea to punch Grant Ward after class. So now he is going to sit here and help you sell carnations and we’re going to consider this whole mess dealt with.”

Once he was sure nothing else was going to happen, Fury left muttering something about idiot teenagers. Phil bristled and busied himself getting all the delivery slips and pens ready. He would have preferred selling the carnations by himself rather than with someone who didn’t want to be there.

They still had a few minutes before the bell was going to ring and as Phil finished seting up their supplies, Clint asked. “So what are we doing here?”

“It’s the annual carnation sale for Valentine’s Day. All the money goes to the student council and we use it to pay for events like prom.”

Clint scooched his chair closer to Phil’s and leaned into Phil’s space. “Cool. So what do you need me to do?”

Phil lost all ability to think with Clint so close. He’d been harboring a small crush on him since they’d been partnered for a project during Trigonometry last year. Clint had proven to be much smarter than he let on and he and Phil had worked well together and when the project had finished, Phil had found himself wanting to know more about the other boy.

Clint had revived the school’s archery team and with his skill and that of Kate Bishop, they’d quickly made it a champion team. Phil had seen Clint practicing one afternoon after a student council meeting and the sight of toned, muscular arms pulling back the string and the way that Clint’s hair had turned more golden in the sun had left Phil speechless. Clint had waved, and Phil had felt himself turn bright red before waving shyly back and hurrying to his car.

“Coulson? You still with me?” Clint waved a hand in front of Phil’s face before sing-songing. “Hello?”

“Sorry. What was the question again?”

“What do you need me to do?” Clint nudged Phil with his elbow. “Everything alright, Phil? You seem a little out of it.”

“I’m fine. If you could handle the delivery sheets that would be great. People will give me the money and then pick which color carnation they want to send and fill out the sheet. They can leave their names off them if they want, but we do need the name of who they want it delivered to.”

“What are the colors for?”

“White for friendship, pink for a crush, and red for love.”

“Cool. I think I got it.”

Clint moved his chair back from Phil and started spreading the pens out in front of him. Phil felt the loss of the other boy keenly. He’d liked having Clint so close.

He was in the midst of checking the change in the cashbox when Clint asked. “How much do these things cost?”

“Three dollars.”

The bell rang and Clint held up a hand for a high five. Once Phil gave him the high five, Clint beamed and winked. “I got this, Phil. I won’t let you down.”

“I know you won’t, Clint.” Before he could say more, students started approaching the table and buying carnations.

Business was a little slow since it was just the first day, so Phil when there was a lull, he asked, “why’d you punch Ward?”

Clint smirked. “He wouldn’t leave that new girl alone. You know her, right? I saw you showing her around.”

Phil did know her. Daisy had just moved to town and while she was a bit of a loner, she’d been friendly and nice enough. “Yeah, I know her.”

“We have a couple classes together and she’s like me, a foster kid, so we stick together. We were talking after class and that jerk, Ward would not go away. I asked Daisy and she said he’d been like that for a few days now and when he came back, she said go away and he wouldn’t, so I punched him. Unfortunately, Fury saw and you know the rest.”

“He definitely had it coming.”

“Thanks, Phil.”

Since the bell was about to ring, Phil made a note of how much they’d made and was about to start packing up himself when Clint handed him three singles.


“I wanna buy one, but you can’t look. Okay?”

“Sure.” Phil took the money and looked away while Clint filled out his slip and shuffled it in amongst the others.

When the bell rang, they parted to go to their separate classes and Phil continued to feel warm all day after his conversation with Clint.

***A Week Later: Valentine’s Day***

Phil was sitting in his U.S. History class trying to pay attention and not think about the fact that it was Valentine’s day when Stark passed him a note.

When do the carnations get delivered?

Phil took a peek up at Mr. Sitwell who was still lecturing and wrote back.

This period like 20 min

Tony nodded and started watching the clock. Phil went back to trying to pay attention while checking the clock every so often.

When 20 minutes had finally gone by, both Tony and Phil looked up when there was a knock at the door. Natasha, one of Phil’s fellow council member had a handful of carnations and came to pass them out. Natasha took her time and left Tony and Phil until last.

“Two red carnations for Stark.” She leaned in and whispered. “Steve was very pleased with his. He was sketching it when I left”

Tony blushed and whispered, “thank you.”

Natasha came to Phil and held out a pink carnation. “Looks like someone’s got a crush, Coulson.”

Phil took the carnation and read the note. He recognized Clint’s spiky handwriting and felt his heart start to race.

Phil I really liked working with you and would like to take you on a date. I’ll be at the range after these are delivered.


Phil looked up at Natasha, who nodded and Phil grabbed his books and dashed out of class. He ran all the way to the range and when he got there, he found Clint standing there one red rose in his hand and a nervous smile on his face. He looked good too. Dark skinny jeans and tight purple t-shirt and Phil had to force himself to remember to breathe as he stared.


“Hey, Phil. Got my carnation, I see.”

Phil looked at the flower in his hand and nodded. “Is that rose for me as well?”

“It is, but to get it, there’s a catch.”

Phil took a few steps closer to Clint. “And what’s that?”

“You gotta go on a date with me. Tonight.”

“Is that all?”

Clint’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Phil shrugged. “It’s not much of a catch. I’ve wanted to go out with you for a while now.”


Phil got even closer, so he and Clint were only a few inches away. “Really.”

Clint smiled again and there was a spark of mischief in his eye. “So if I added a kiss to my demands, how would that go?”

Phil closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Clint’s. “Very well.”

Clint kissed Phil this time and hummed into the contact. “I like kissing you.”

“I like it too. We can do more tonight, if you want? Pick me up at 7?”


House Of Gold

Originally posted by odetotop

Prompt: Dean has a nightmare, and you end up singing him to sleep.
Word Count: 1,214
Fandom: SPN
Note: I got this idea at 2 AM while going on a TOP binge

Your mind slowly woke itself up, against its own will. It forced your eyelids open, no matter how much you wanted them closed. You looked around for the source of what startled your brain awake, only to find out that it was Dean. You groggily stared at him for a moment before realizing what it was. Dean was having one of his nightmares again. As common as it was for him, it still worried you every time it happened.

Your brain felt like it was going through mud, slowly processing everything. Once your brain fully realized what was going on, it sprung into action. You gently started shaking him awake, it usually worked. This time, it seemed as though the nightmare was worse than normal. Like when you get to the Boss Battle at the end of a level, except in a dream state. Your eyebrows furrowed together before you sat up a bit more, scooting closer to him.

“Dean, babe, wake up.” You said, voice still soft and groggy.

“Dean, wake up.” You said again, this time louder than before.

“Dean!” You quietly yelled, not wanting to wake up the other person in the room.

When that didn’t work, your brain decided to resort to the last thing it could think of. Which resulted in you crawling on him, straddling his chest, and slapping him with just enough force to wake him up. He jolted awake, your body being the only thing preventing him from fully sitting up. He looked very clearly confused for a moment, and calmed down once your hand found its way to his cheek. He sighed before rubbing his eyes then looking up at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, fear still very evident on his face. You could tell that this was going to be one that he definitely did not want to talk about. You didn’t quite know what his nightmare had been about, but you weren’t going to force him to say anything to you. Though, you did wish that there was something you could do to stop these damn things, but there wasn’t anything. All you could do was be there when he needed you, and that’s exactly what you intended to do.

“Babe, you alright?” You questioned, and he nodded.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m good.” He lied.

“Did you want to talk about it?” You offered, already knowing the answer.

“No, no, I’m good,” He denied, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Let me go get you some water.” You said, beginning to get up before he grabbed your wrist.

“No!” He paused, “No, I’m good. Can you just lay with me?” He asked.

“Of course, anything you need.” You agreed.

Your back rested against the headboard, pillows providing your back a bit of comfort. Dean’s head rested on your stomach, your hand gently playing with his hair. After a moment, he appeared to have calmed down, but you knew better than to assume that. You also knew that if you pushed him to tell you something, it’d do the opposite. One of his hands held your other one, with a comfortable silence filling the air.

After a moment he began to speak, which surprised your greatly. Usually when the nightmares are that bad, he doesn’t speak of it. He’d eventually drift off back to sleep, and then apologize for waking you up in the morning. Apparently this dream had to do with you dying, which has been a frequent event in his dreams lately. He didn’t give out any other information than that. You kissed the top of his head, since that was the only part of him you could get to without inconveniencing the both of you.

“Well, it’ll take a lot more than a creature of Hell to send my stubborn ass to the grave.” You joked and you felt him smile a little.

“Yeah…” He trailed off, obviously holding back from saying something else.

“You should go back to sleep, you need the rest.” You urged.

“I don’t want to dream that again, or lose you.” He confessed a little.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured.

“I’ll go back to sleep on one condition.” He bargained.

“And what’s that?” You questioned.

“Sing for me?” He asked.

“I’m terrible, besides, what song would I even sing anyway?” He began making up excuses.

“I dunno,” He shrugged, “But you’ve sang to be once before.”

You sighed, staying silent for a moment before agreeing to it. If it would help him sleep, then you decided that were more than willing to do it. You took a deep breath, trying to think of a song to sing to him. You decided on the one you sang to him before, House Of Gold by Twenty One Pilots. Of course, instead of screaming that one part, you’d still be singing softly. You tapped a beat with one of your fingers for a moment before beginning to sing.

“She asked me, ‘Son, when I grow old, will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, will you take care of me?’”

Your mother had sung you a song with a similar beat when you were younger, which is why you liked this song so much. Well, one of the reasons, anyway. You continued the song as you brought your mind closer to it’s thoughts. Your mother had died some time ago on a hunt, a fate that was ever present for hunters. While she wasn’t exactly the best mother in the world, she wasn’t the worst either.

“Let’s say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down. We’ll make pretend that you and me, lived ever after happily.”

Most of the hunters you knew or grew up with always ended up dying on a hunt. That was one of the reasons why you were so reluctant to get close to either of them. Dean was the one that changed your mind, and manged to wiggle his way into your heart. So, with the two of them, your guard was always down. While Dean could start the most ridiculous fights some times, neither of them had ever done anything to hurt you.

“And since we know that dreams are dead, and life turns plans up on their head; I will plan to be a bum, so I just might become someone.”

You could feel his breathing slow, and you could tell he had fallen asleep. You were glad, he’d hardly gotten any sleep between his nightmares and you were beginning to get worried. You just hoped he wouldn’t have any more of those, at least not tonight. You wiggled yourself a little lower so that you were fully on the bed, and not propped up against the headboard. Now, Dean’s head rested on your chest instead of your stomach.

“I will make you queen of everything you see, I’ll put you on the map, I’ll cure you of disease.”

You studied Dean for a moment after you finished singing the song. You were making sure that he was okay before you went back to sleep yourself. After you were sure that he was alright, you closed your own eyes. The idea of sleep luring your mind into it’s dream state.

Fort Stevens

My first official Phil imagine! It was plenty of fun to write. If you think you know where this concept came from, you’re probably correct

Being Phil’s girlfriend was great. Not just because he was a hot, loveable giant, but because he didn’t care about being childish. Being 30 to some people meant that there was no more room in your life for playing video games or watching cartoons, but Phil didn’t care about any of that. Not to say that he was a kid all the time, but being carefree was such a good look on him, it made his blue eyes sparkle even brighter. The fun we had was contagious, even sourpuss Dan joined us on our adventures, even if he complained about how “horribly gooey” our relationship was. Yeah, living with Phil was like loving my best friend, and I missed him whenever he wasn’t home, like right now.

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Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Words: 1121

Summary: Reader has the flu and Sam accepts to watch one of her favorite movies.

A/N: This is for @supernatural-jackles Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge, my prompt was the movie Pitch Perfect. Hope you like it! :)

References of the movie are in italics.


You were going through the worst flu of your life, feeling cold all the time thanks to the fever, and you could barely sleep because of your full nose and cough. Thankfully, you weren’t alone and Sam was taking care of you, like the amazing boyfriend he is. You were now in bed, begging Sam to watch one of your favorite movies with you.

“Please, Sammy,” you whined and made a pout, sniffing and coughing a little.

“Seriously, Y/N/N?” Sam asked.

Dixie Chicks serious!” you exclaimed.

“Jesus…” he mumbled shaking his head. “We watched Pitch Perfect like ten times already.”

Aca-excuse me?” you asked pretending to be offended, “you don’t complain when I ask you to watch Harry Potter even though we’ve seen it like a hundred times,” you kept the pout on your face.

“Yeah, because we both enjoy it,” he stated.

“But I’m sick and I want to watch it,” you whined again.

“Fine. One. Last. Time.” He said firmly.

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prophetparadox  asked:

Could I have a one shot involving Prompto comforting his s/o after having an anxiety/depression fueled crying session? I've been feeling down lately and could use some sweet Prompto.

Sounds like we all need a little Prompto tenderness in our lives, huh?

While I’m more than happy to provide a little comfort and refuge for anybody who needs it, especially if its packaged in a smiling blonde box, I can’t say I’m not a little saddened to hear that you both have been feeling low lately. I want to offer a sincere apology and warm hug.🌸

I understand that having your mood dip low and slow every once in a while is not only natural, but healthy and beneficial to your mental state and overall wellbeing as a means of processing your emotions and feelings.

With that said, however, I want to also remind you that it’s important to be kind and gentle with yourself, too!

I feel like we’re all so hard on ourselves, and view our worth and self image with such harsh, scrutinizing eyes that rip apart all of our positive qualities and unique characteristics, leaving us feeling hollow and unworthy of appreciation and love.

But please, even if it’s only for my sake, or for the duration of this one shot, take a step back from the mirror inside your head, from the hatred you look at yourself with, and instead see yourself the same way we see the stars: as a glimmer of light in the darkness, a marvel of nature and creation that astounds and amazes those who have the pleasure of viewing it.

You may feel like you’re a black hole, a void in space - but believe me, you’re a masterpiece of the cosmos, and the fabric of the universe wouldn’t be complete without you.✨

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Michael Scofield // Twins // X reader

“Hey I absolutely love your imagines!! And you are pretty much the only one that does prison break imagines, so I was wondering if you could do and imagine where the reader is pregnant with Michael’s twins and he is aware that the reader is pregnant but not with twins. So after everyone breaks out he gets the reader but something dangerous occurs (it’s up to you what) and he figures out the reader is pregnant with twins” -Anon
After Telling Michael I was pregnant, and seeing his reaction; a huge pile of stress left my shoulders. I was now ready to prepare and look forward to what’s going to happen next. He was happy, I was happy and nothing will get in our way. Well, silly of me for believing that.

Because now I’m in a passenger seat, Michael is speeding and FBI cars are racing behind us. Sand would get trapped into the vehicle wheels, occasionally almost tipping us. My hand gripped onto the passengers door frame, till my knuckles would turn ice white; my other hand gently rubbing my 7 months belly that was the size of 3 watermelons.

I know, too big for how far I am with one baby. Only, it wasn’t only one baby. It was two. Two heart beats. Two lives inside of mine. Lives that were in my hands, and my life in Michaels hands; and the car holding all of our lives. Too many lives.

“Michael, slow down” I scream, my heart beating out of my chest.

“We’ll lose them soon, y/n” Michael says while I could still hear the panic in his voice. I don’t think he even believes it himself.

The car we’re in tips a little, and then with a bounce, it’s goes back on all wheels.

“Yeah, well, we’ll lose our kids lives with it if we don’t do something soon.”


“Yes, Michael. Have you forgotten I’m pregnant with your child”

“No…” His voice sounded way too calm for the situation we’re in- “You said kids”

“I know” now my tone was more timid.

“That’s… more than one…”


His eyes connected with mine, longer than it should be. I could see the realisation in his face. The way it softened. The way his bottom lip looses muscle and drops. The way his eye lids quickly closes and opens repeatedly.

“Michael, the road”

His head snaps back to the steering wheel. Focusing on his driving, while in his head he’s going through what I had just accidentally dropped onto his shoulders. Then, out of nowhere, he shuffles in his seat and a smile raises on his cheeks. Excitement buzzing through his body.

“You on drugs, baby?” I ask.

“No, no, this is good news” he exclaimed, “Our family is going to be bigger than we had in mind”

the genocide of xenophilia

there is potentially a spider in the bathtub so i’m whispering for you to kill it before it can find out.
at this point in our history we are getting ready to kill the bees, a flowering of destruction on accident.
at this point in our history we are getting ready to kill everything.

i am sorry that i am afraid of what is not like me, the wide eyes of a long-legged small body in the corner of the shower.

i am sorry i would still be afraid
if it was you.

but no one knows why chimpanzees cannibalise each other.
why we can murder ourselves.
and still no one can explain to me why we have decided to kill the bees.

so in twenty years, this holocaust will be halfway complete
and the earth halfway wrecked.
what will be left?

(please come kill this spider.)

i am sorry to take part but this is how it goes. i am afraid and so i kill.

the world dying in small doses, a little violence in our breathing, every blink and motion an angry shudder.
condone violence and yet wallow in the glory of a crushed body, the crooked neck of a mouse in a trap like a sick revelry.

our bodies do not enjoy completing deaths or so we say, reject it but reject that foreign alienness more
and our hands move slow-motion to slam down on the bathtub and kill a body no larger than a fingernail, legs twitching in a gruesome little death.

it could have moved out of the way but instead chose to accept it.
it is as complicit in this as we are- we cause the action and everything else allows it to happen.

but how could they have ever stopped it.

a history of sitting still
in the face of something
that you knew was coming.

a refusal to let yourself be washed away.
no matter how deep the ocean is.

even if the real ocean is deeper than a bathtub flowing over,
a spider refusing to choke and give in to
a death by cleansing and the drowning, broken motions of something killed
for no reason besides the irrational-

the silence of one body slipping away from view.

washing away the guilt of what we have done. how much guilt the world must hold.

I Like You A Lot - Scott McCall Imagine

REQUESTED: Yes, requested by the lovely @scotttstilinskii <3

“Can you write an imagine where youre Stiles younger twin sister and you like Scott but Stiles finds out? Thankyou :))”

WARNINGS: Protective Sti, cute Scotty

SUMMARY: You make a plan to dance with Scott at your homecoming dance, but Stiles isn’t exactly the happiest about that plan.

NOTES: So, I highly wanted to do a Scott imagine, after I read a post about how little Scott is picked up on by fans (which you can read here). So, as a kind of thing of appreciation, I wrote this, and also have thanks to give to scotttstilinskii for the request <3

I was listening to this song while I wrote this one, so if you want to listen to it while you read then feel free!

Enjoy! <3

Originally posted by pretty-little-werewolf

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anonymous asked:

Yes jamming out in the car with Shawn would be the best. I was just thinking about this and how I don't even care where we were going like we could be going to the grocery store and I'd be content and how he'd always have john Mayer or ed playing and he'd always have on hand on your thigh and you two would always sit in silence and not the awkward kind more of the content kind and if he started going a little too fast bc you know how boys are you just give him the stern "slow down, Shawn"

oh god oh god, I have this dream as well. like it’s late at night, windows are open and you’ve got your head rested on the window ledge, looking out at the scenic views that are passing you by.

the sun is leaving pink and purple streaks in her wake, john Mayer ‘in the blood’ is playing (because I love that song) softly, and like you said Shawn’s hand is on your thigh, tracing circles into the skin with his thumb.

and in my mind we’re going somewhere like a drive through or some shit because he’s come to your house late at night, saying ‘you hungry babe?’ And even though it’s 1 in the morning you’re down because it’s Shawn.

then you’re just sitting in an empty car park, playing eye spy until it’s like 5 in the morning and people are coming in for work.


like you said you’re going to a grocery store or some shit, and you spend your time fucking around in the toy section, like doing baby bicycle races with crowns on and swords and it’s the best you’ve ever felt

because it’s so care free, late at night so the workers don’t really give a shit as they stack the shelves and I’m crying thank u anon this is a beautiful sight.

The Living Ghost (part 1/4)


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Fic info: takes place right after The Empty Grave. Rating: General. Pairings: Lockwood/Lucy and Holly/her ‘flatmate’. Ao3 link: here 

I leave for one minute and you let me get nicked again.

“You were gone for a week!”

Yeah, whatever. Some friend you are.”

Lucy comes home to find the skull missing. On their quest to get him back, Lockwood & Co. discover that the secret to eternal youth might not have been the only thing the Orpheus Society were striving towards.

Part 1 – The Theft

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dipifica - “don’t you die on me.”

They’re running.

Running for their lives, from their enemies, and towards the light. Monsters catch up to their pace, closing in quickly.

Her heartbeat feels like a ticking time bomb. Her legs get heavier with every step, and she begins to slow down. But she can’t, and she has to keep going. This isn’t a fight she’s going to lose.

The sight of her partner slowly fades out from her view. Pacifica stops and turns around.

“Dipper, what are you doing? Come on!” she shouts, her voice frantic.

He holds his chest, breathing heavily. “I think — I think one of them might have bitten me earlier.”

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Prompts for a small army outpost that gets ambushed by zombie hordes? Oh and they didn't know a zombie apocalypse was going on.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind!”
The officer yanked the gun free of Link’s grip. He raised the gun as if to strike Link when a noise from down below caught his attention. One of the figures that Link had been firing at, the creatures that appeared to be human, was crawling towards the base propelled by its arms alone; its legs had been removed, but it didn’t seem to be in distress.
“What in God’s name are those?”

Survival instinct drove the men and women to aim their weapons, to fortify doors, to ignore the questions that would slow their resolve. They could not afford to wonder if their families were safe or if the monsters were somehow still human.
When had this all began?
Was there anything left to fight for?

“I always wondered if I’d survive the zombie apocalypse.”
“Oh yeah? What did you think your odds were?”
“Not very high. I figured I’d end up dying for a little kid somewhere down the line.”
“Huh. What’re you thinking now?”
“I’m thinking, for the time being, I’m glad we have more guns than kids here.”

The order to be ready for mobilization had gone out three days ago. The higher ups said that they were delayed because it was being discussed where they were needed most, but the soldiers were getting antsy. All supplies was packed, main communication systems were down, and rations were less than usual.
Something was coming.
“Men, women, non-binaries… I’ve assembled you to inform you that you are no longer part of the U.S. military. From now on, you will be fighting for your lives and you are free to abandon this operation. We do not know the extent of the societal collapse, but things are not looking good out there. For now, we must focus on immediate threats; a large horde of infected individuals are approaching. We have little information on their behaviors, but we must assume they are dangerous.”

“Tear gas isn’t working.”
“Then try grenades!”
“Grenades, sir?”
“I’m going with my gut here, son. Give me the damn grenade and I’ll throw it myself. I don’t like the looks of these things.”
“These people, sir. They are people.”
“I’m not so sure.”

Revenge, Interrupted (Part 14)

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Stefan and Caroline had just finished the season they were on when the college gang walked in. They quickly got up from the couch, the blanket falling to the ground.

Trailing behind Bonnie, Enzo, Elena, and Damon were a dark haired woman, a tall guy with spiky hair, and a brown haired guy. They were all smiling and laughing and came to a halt on seeing Stefan and Caroline.

“Hey guys. Kai, Liam.” Stefan said with a nod. He’d met them when he’d gone to visit Damon, but only briefly.

“Little Salvatore!” Kai exclaimed.

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Sean Patrick Flanery Smut part two..

Here is part two, to my other Sean smut story, here it’s not as must as the last one, again I have GIF and photo added into this as well so again but they are nothing bad, like the last time, 

Hope you like it @reedusteinrambles

Also people please tell me what you all think, and If you would want to be tagged to any of my smut stuff, and Sean stuff I will so be doing a lot more of him, as well as Daryl and Norm.

Also if anyone had a Problem with this or me, tell me not someone else please…


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