screams and bursts into flames

I saw this post and I just want to die lol.

Pepper looked at Tony, down at the briefcase in his hand, then slowly dragged her eyes back up to his. “…I have all the paperwork we need.”

“I know,” Tony told her, as if he was offended that she might ever think he might believe her incompetent.

“…Is that the armor?” she hissed, appalled. “Why would you ever need the armor for a board meeting? Oh my God. Tony.

“It’s not the armor,” he hurried to assure her.

Pepper wanted to yell at him. Instead she just let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed his arm. “Come on! We’re late.”

“Um, I was about to walk into the conference room! You’re the one that started interrogating me about my briefcase!” Tony complained, but let himself be dragged.

Halfway through the meeting, when a man older than salt was droning on about financing a project, Pepper felt something cold and damp tap against the outside of her knee. She glanced down at it, then shot Tony a mortified glare and hissed, “Is that a juice box?!”

“Apple,” he affirmed quietly, tapping it against her knee again.

She glared at him a moment longer before she took the juice box and–God, he’d already taken the wrappers off the straws so they wouldn’t make crinkling noises–stabbed the straw through the foil hole.

Natasha stared at the briefcase sat beside Tony. She hadn’t had anything to eat for breakfast before the alarm klaxon had rung, and she was hungry.

Tony noticed her staring and grimaced, because honestly, debriefing was the worst. They could have at least ordered something in for the team. Sighing quietly, he glanced at Fury, then carefully kicked the briefcase over to her.

Natasha frowned, confused, because she knew it was the briefcase armor. Still, she opened the case, just a crack.

The briefcase practically spat a bag of french onion Sun Chips into her hands. They were packed in a Ziploc bag so as to not make much noise. She gaped. Tony had food even in this briefcase?

She glanced up when a piece of paper was slid over to her, Steve’s artistic scrawl asking, Are those chips?

Natasha scowled, clutching the chips in her lap possessively. She nearly jumped out of her seat when the briefcase spat out another bag of chips and then snapped closed.

She kept the french onion one and shoved the barbecue Sun Chips at Steve, then kicked the briefcase back to Tony.

“Tony!” Steve shouted when he saw the man tucked behind a piece of debris. “Get the suit on!”

“It’s coming!” Tony called back.

Steve turned to gape at him. “You have the briefcase right there!”

Tony stared at him, hand inside the briefcase. He slowly drew his hand out.

“Oh my God, are those pistachios!? What is even in there?!”

“None of your beeswax, Captain Nosy!” Tony snapped back, twisting the bag tighter and tighter, then drew back and threw it at the nearest AIM soldier. “Say a prayer, Steve!”

Steve sputtered. “For what?!” he asked, even as he did mentally say a prayer for… whatever. He gaped when the bag of nuts burst into flame, making the AIM soldier scream and flail before throwing himself to the ground.

“My pistachios,” Tony said sadly.


Tony sneered at him even as he stood, armor wrapping around his body. “Of course it is, Steve.”

Steve yelled. No words. Just anger.

asktheseusscamander  asked:

An owl lands next to Newt, a red envelope in its beak. The owl drops the envelope when it begins to burn, suddenly bursting into flames, starting to scream, ‘NEWT, I MISS YOU DEARLY, WE NEED TO MEET UP! PLEASE, LITTLE BROTHER, I NEED YOU, NEED YOU SO MUCH! I WANT YOU TO HUG ME! I LOVE YOU!’

… Right.  Do any of you happen to work in the Ministry?  The Auror department, perhaps?  I think my brother may have had a bit too much to drink tonight.  It would be much appreciated if someone could check up on him.  

I think I’ll just… floo over to his flat, see if he’s home.


Runaway: Part 3

(( OOC: Based off of “We Were Infinite” by @wolfstar-puppylove ( with minor changes to fit into my marauder time-line. *thumbs up* ))

*Grimmauld Place vanishes in a burst of green flame, Walburga’s screaming echoing after Sirius* 

Sirius: *Stumbles out of the Potter’s fireplace into a quiet house* 

Sirius: *panics* Shit… 

Sirius: Idiot, what were you thinking…

*the sound of hurried footsteps echoes through the house* 

James: *comes barreling downstairs, stumbling to a stop in front of Sirius* 

James: What are you-? *falters as he takes a closer look* …….. Shit. What happened!? 

Sirius: *attempts to speak but can’t bring himself to do it* 

James: *runs his fingers through his hair, furious* Goddamit. They hit you?

Sirius: …. Yeah. 

Sirius: *stares blankly ahead, struggling to take in the situation* 

James: *wraps his arm around Sirius and gently guides him to the couch* 

James: *sits down across from him* Did… Did they do anything else?

James: … You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to Pads. 

James: *sits quietly, waiting for Sirius compose himself* 

Sirius: …. My mother used the cruciatus curse on me. 

James: Oh my god… 

James: Sirius… You have to tell my mum and dad. 

Sirius: No… It’s fine. It’s over. 

James: No. It’s not fine. They used an unforgivable on their own son. Jesus Christ… 

Sirius: James… please. Can we not talk about it?

James: I… *sighs* … Alright Pads. 

*The door opens and Euphemia steps in* 

Euphemia: James… *eyes widen* Sirius? Dear, what on earth…? What happened?

James: His bloody parents… that’s what happened. 

Sirius: *winces* I’m sorry. 

Euphemia: Nonsense dear… James, go fetch us some tea. Your father will be home soon. 

James: *nods and heads to the kitchen* 

Euphemia: *sits next to Sirius* 

Sirius: *cringes and pulls away, startled* 

Euphemia: Everything is fine dear… *reaches out and gently examines Sirius’s cut lip*  

Sirius: *mutters* I’m really sorry, Mrs. Potter… I just didn’t know where else to-

Euphemia: Don’t be silly, Sirius. You know you are always welcome here. Stay as long as you need, understand? You have no need to apologize.

Sirius: ….

Euphemia: … It’s alright love. *gently places her hand on Sirius’s cheek* You’re alright, you’re safe. 

James: *enters with the tea* Hey, I made the bed up for you. Want to head upstairs? 

Euphemia: Yes, you two get some sleep. 

Sirius: Thank you Mrs. Potter. 

To Be Continued

Warnings: None (agressive flirting?)

Rating: Fluff K+

Powers: Pyrotechnic (fiya)

You were sitting in the school library, minding your down business when you felt someone zoom past you. The first time, you pushed it off as a draft but when the breeze came for a fifth time, you sighed a set down your book.

“Peter. I’m studying, what do you want?” The room suddenly became cold as a smirking Peter appeared next to you.

“Can I help you?” You asked impatiently, “I’ve kinda got come studying to do. Big history test.” The cold air pricked at your skin but you brushed it off.

“I don’t know why you study for that stuff. Where do you get information on Alexander Hamilton anyways.

You scoffed to yourself, “You’d be surprised. Ugh, who turned off the heating?” Peter grinned slyly and slid a little closer to you. 

“Why? You need a little warming up?” At once, your entire body burst into flames and Peter screamed a fell back. You, still on fire, were laughing as hard as your body could allow.

“Oh my god! You could have burned me like a marshmallow!” The boy cried out as he patted down his smoking hair.

“Hey!” Both of you turned to see Professer X staring to both down a few meters away. “Y/n! Put that fire out! You could burn the couch! And Peter, stop screaming. We’re in a library.” He gave you both a glare and rolled off. 

For a long while you sat in silence, in shock. But as your fire fizzled out, the two of you burst into inexplicable peals of laughter.

Yayyyyyyyyy! Sorry I haven’t been posting much. I just lost some motivation for a while. I’m good now. :)

“I think I underestimate the power of atomic warheads. It would be awful in a large city centre, crowds of panicked people rush around you, seeing a mother clutch a baby in her arms, hearing a rifle shoot in the distance, a man leaning against a wall, with a bottle of liquor in his hand, given up. In a home with an open door, an extemely eerie test tone plays as the leader says their final words to their doomed nation. You see a figure leap off the top of a large building. Then, silence. The entire city halts as everyone stares at a small flash of light. Many clutch their eyes and scream. For a second, everything around you bursts into silent flames as if it were touched by the hand of a demon. All of a sudden, your entire world explodes and is turned into nothing as atomic fire swallows you and a hundred thousand people. Every building, hundreds of years of ingenuity and creativity, are immediately vaporized. Every artist’s painting, every child’s scrapbook, every baby boomer’s mixtape, every effort of all these people are immediately for naught. Millions of collective consciousnesses are lost, every scrap of your past, present and future existence completely obliterated, eternally buried in the depths of human hostility and error.”

- Someone on the Internet

  • Person: You read too much.
  • Me *gasps*: Oh no! It's finally happened! I have ingested too much knowledge! Too many stories! TOO MANY FEELS!!
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Soul (Jimin x Reader)

You’ve never really had angelic tendencies, and Jimin’s never really encouraged them; he is, after all, a demon.

a collab with @taesthetes and @zephyoongist

SummaryYoongi | Hoseok | Taehyung | Jin | Jungkook | Namjoon (M)

fluff, 2.5k words, jimin/reader, angel + demon au

You first meet Jimin when you’re five years old, your white wings barely functional; carefully, cautiously, you try to lower yourself onto the ground, and manage to accidentally land in a pile of…deer…poop. You wince and gag.

Jimin, who had been chasing flitting shadows and stretching his ebony wings nearby, witnesses the incident and laughs, (unbearably) loudly.

“Shut up,” you growl, clenching your fists. “Mind your own business, damn demon.

He only laughs harder, as if set on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face.

He doesn’t laugh at you for a good few years after that.

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Prompt #40 requested by @katymacsupernatural

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

Dean x Reader

Words: 918 (I’m bad at drabbles oops)

You stormed into the bunker, passing Sam and Dean, who both tried to stop you. “Leave me alone. “(y/n/n), I’m sorry. Please talk to me before you go to bed.” You crumpled the paper, rolling your eyes as you tossed it into the small garbage bin kept in the corner. You dried off, and got dressed, before exiting the bathroom. You had been in the shower for an entire Smashing Pumpkins album, so it was safe to say the boys were asleep. You entered your room, putting the dirty stuff in your hamper. You hated going to bed with wet hair, so you grabbed an old flannel you stole from Dean months ago, and put on a pair of socks. The bunker was always cold, so as you made your way to the library, you were shivering, as the air cooled your skin. You entered the library, surprised to see Dean sitting on the small couch you convinced them to put in. It was your favorite place to sit and read, the boys finding you asleep there more than once.

You sighed audibly, causing Dean to look up, the soft light in the room causing shadows to dance across his features. “(Y/N)… I’m sorry.” He said softly, which caused anger to boil up inside of you. “Damnit Dean! Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it. If you were sorry, you would’ve stopped doing this by now.” You felt hot tears pool under your eyes, and you cursed under your breath, as you walked towards the chair in the corner. “(y/n), I am sorry.” He responded guilt sprinkled in his voice. You just scoffed, and sat in the chair. “Dean I really don’t feel like talking.” You tried your best to hide the fact you were crying, but he knew. He always knew. You could see the hurt on his face, could almost hear the gears turning in his head, as he tried to figure out what to say. You were done. It was time to talk about it, no matter how much it might hurt. “You can’t just kiss me and then act like it never happened. You can’t do that. It’s one thing when we’re both drunk, I can play that off. But we were both sober, Dean.”

You thought back to the end of the last hunt, You were thrown around pretty hard by a vengeful spirit, and had gotten knocked unconscious. Sam had gone to burn the remains, while you and Dean were trapped inside the house the bitch was haunting. The spirit started screaming, as she burst into flames, disappearing. Dean rushed over to you, “(Y/N/N)!” He knelt next to you, and made sure you were breathing. As you came to, he signed with relief, “Oh thank God.” He said, before something came over him. He pressed his lips against yours, before pulling away, wide eyed. “Shit…” He said simply, before helping you up. He refused to talk about it, causing you to be more hurt than angry, if you were honest with yourself.

Suddenly Dean spoke, breaking you out of your flashback. “I love you, (y/n).” His words barely audible. It took a moment to process his words, and you could see the anxiety across his face, as the seconds went on without a reply from you. “What?” You said finally, causing him to sigh. “I’m in love with you. I have been for quite some time, (y/n). You deserve so much more. I tried for so long to convince myself that I wasn’t, but I am.” His words trailed off, as you sat in thought. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You questioned, looking up from the floor, eyes glossy. “Because I didn’t want to lose you. I couldn’t lose you.” You chuckled, causing him to look at you with a very confused look. “You wouldn’t have, you dork. Not at all.” You stood from the chair, and walked over, sitting beside him. You turned his face to look at your own, and you looked into his eyes. The mossy green was more of a dark evergreen in the low light. You could see the insecurity swimming through them. It reminded you of yourself, when you looked into the mirror.

“Dean, I love you. I have since you saved my ass last December, on the werewolf hunt. The one where you guys finally convinced me to move into the bunker with you, since we kept bumping into each other on jobs. I could barely walk for weeks, and you just continued to care for me…” His eyes filled with both sadness and warmth, as he remembered that day. He had found you on the ground, unconscious. He carried you back to the impala as Sam killed the werewolf, and you awoke in his bed, your wounds dressed. He had even tucked you in, to keep you warm. When you stirred, his eyes lit up, and he smiled at you. A real smile, the ones where his eyes crinkle, and he looks so carefree. That was when you knew.

You pressed your lips against his. A soft, sweet kiss. You broke the kiss, looking into his eyes. He pulled you close, and you cuddled into his chest. You were finally where you belonged. In the arms of the man that not only saved you from a werewolf, but saved you from yourself. He taught you that no matter how hard things got, people can still care. He taught you how to love.

Author’s Note: Not gonna lie, this one is all over the place. I tried to just keep it angsty, but I’m really bad at that, so it turned fluffy.

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With his hands shoved into his pockets, Gray took a deep breath and slipped into his home. He could hear Ur on the phone in one of the rooms, voice distressed as she spoke urgently. He couldn’t blame her. Out of three children, he was the last, and they both know just how likely it was that Ultear and Lyon had been taken by the very people who’d taken his friends.

“I’m home!” he called and she greeted him faintly before going back to what she was doing. He wasn’t too upset. She was busy.

Scrubbing a hand down his face, Gray trampled past the kitchen and upstairs to his bedroom. He dropped onto his bed and then checked his phone.

He’d been expecting calls from Erza, Lucy, Levy, or even some other person from the tavern he hung out at.

He was not expecting a missed call from Lyon.

“Ur!” he shouted, immediately on his feet. He booked it back downstairs and into the dining room, where Ur sat with her phone to her ear. “Ur,” he gasped when she looked up, dark eyes watching him with impatience. “Ur, Lyon called my phone.”

She hastily bid her contact farewell. She waved him over and he scrambled to stand beside her. He set his phone on the table. “Play it,” she ordered, readying a pen to make note of Lyon’s words.

Gray hit the button.

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(NOT my gif/s)(NOT my characters except reader)

Pairings: Bucky (Demon!Bucky) x Reader

Summary; AU- Sorcery it’s a farce. At least that’s what you thought before your little sister, Wanda, found an old magic book and decide to try a spell so his crush fell in love with her. To your atonishment and hers the spell works and now she has to face the drawback; she has sold her soul to a demon called Bucky in exchange the favor. Now, you are forced to intervene and reach an agreement with said demon.

Warnings: Language, panick attack, hospitals, angels, demons and all kind of religious stuff

A/N; Hi there! Third part already, just wanted to thank you guys, for real, you are all amazing xxx. Also, sorry if for someone the panic attack doesn’t correspond to how they feel when it happens, but it was how it felt for me the time I had one.

Tags;  @bexboo616 @minaphobia @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x  @hollycornish (tags are open!)

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Chapter 3 

The gently voice of Natasha calling your name brings you back to reality. At first you can’t situate yourself, you are surrounded by white walls and people looking at you expectantly.

- Y/N…? -  she tries again. Still groggy you look at her and she smiles brokenly at you - Hey girl, how you feeling? - Well, to say the truth you were feeling better in your slumber, now you that you are starting to be aware of your own body you feel how sorrow you are.

With a frown you try to sit just to be helded by two pairs of hands. Okay, bad move, all the pain intensifies.

- Where… - you hawk your voice is raspy because of the lack of use - Where am I? What happened?

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Crossfire - Chapter Thirty (Final)

Author: somemaycallmesunshine
Pairing: Young John!Michael x Prophet!Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: violence, blood, gore, anxiety attacks, ANGST, swearing, death, huge changes in season 5’s plot, implied God!Chuck, Lucifer being a dick

A/N: And that’s a wrap on Crossfire, everyone! It’s been such a thrill for me to write it and honestly, it’s become such a huge part of me that I’m very bittersweet that it’s ending. But fear not! There will be a sequel soon. Until then, thank you infinitely to everyone who liked, reblogged and followed this story. Thank you to everyone who has become my friend on Tumblr and everyone who’s messaged me. You guys are the reason I could keep this going and the reason I am so thankful to be a part of this fandom. I love you guys. This is Sunshine, signing out for now. Parts of the episodes are weaved in through the plot with some changes for the sake of the storyline. (Visions as well as internal thoughts are in italics). And a final song for the final chapter.

Summary: Takes place during season 5. With the apocalypse at foot, Team Free Will and the reader are doing everything in their power to stop it. But when their plans take a wrong turn, the reader gets kidnapped by none other than their enemy, Michael the archangel

Tagging: @spnfanficpond, @winchestervalley, @angel-fire, @5tud10-54r4h, @platitudinise, @elenawrit, @homework-is-the-real-killer, @murpmurp

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anonymous asked:

Cas becomes human, and after a long day of questioning victims Dean goes to his motel room. Sam's picking up dinner and Cas in suppose to be doing research. Dean flops down on the bed and feels a drop on his forehead, he opens his eyes and there's Cas: stomach stabbed and on the ceiling, then he burst into flames. Dean starts screaming and that's how Destiel becomes canon.


A little one shot of how I wish the pending wedding was going to go.


Emma is walking down the aisle her parents on either side of her. Her heart is clenching at the thought of what was about to happen. Her eyes land on Regina for a split second, Gods she’s beautiful, I mean she always is but today she is exceptionally so. Except for her smile meant to convey happiness but severely lacking it.

The question of “Who gives this woman to this man?”

Snaps Emma from her thoughts, Are they at the end of the aisle already? Please someone put her under a sleeping curse so she wouldn’t have to go through with this.

When her parent’s “We do” hits Emma’s ears she feels faint.

The briefest of kisses is placed on both temples. The ground shakes as a blast of True Love spreads through the air. What curse it had broken was yet to be revealed.

Emma sways collapsing in a heap on the ground. In the crowd a wicked knowing smile spreads across the lips of a blonde haired woman.

Regina furrows her brow following the woman as she leaves stopping her before the door “Malefecient what have you done?”

Maleficient turns smiling at her old friend “Returned things to the way things once were. Where a curse couldn’t be broken by any two people that shared love, whether it be between a parent and their child or any other platonic meaningless sentiment. There is only one kiss that can wake Emma, that is that of her romantic true love.”

Hook steps forward “I’ll just give it to her now then.”

Malefecient laughs “What makes you think it’s you? Tell me how many times did you try that when Emma was the Dark One? Three, four. Don’t give the ‘We were both Dark Ones’ excuse. True Loves kiss would have worked regardless. It can break any curse, even that of the Dark One as shown momentarily by Rumplestiltskin and Belle. It makes you stronger when your togerther, not make you look like your laying in your grave waiting for the dirt to be thrown on you, and can transcend any realm. There is only one person that has shown that kind of connection with Emma and it’s not you Pirate.”

Hook clenches his fists “You know nothing of mine and Emma’s love. It is true the gods have said so.”

Malefecient laughs again, more maniacally then before, “When she pushed you out of the fire in the Underworld test. True Love isn’t violence and manipulation, it’s taking care of each other and offering support. The latter not being shown between the Pirate and Emma.”

Hook flips up his lapels kneeling beside Emma “I’ll show you dragon breath.”

Hook kisses Emma with the woman not waking up. Hook tries again his bride’s eyes still not opening.

When he bends down to try a third time Malefecient informs “True Loves kiss works the first time. Whatever you and Emma share it is not True Love.”

Hook jumps up shouting at the dragon “Wake her up, now.”

Malefecient shakes her head “I can’t. Only True Loves kiss can.”

Hook bites “I’ve given it twice and she still lays there asleep. This is your evil trickery witch.”

Mary Margaret asks “If Hook isn’t Emma’s True Love who is?”

Hook growls “What kind of question is that you slag? I am. This is a trick.”

David spits “Don’t call my wife a slag, Pirate.”

Hook looks at the Prince “Don’t call me Pirate, Shepherd.”

Regina shouts “Enough. Someone needs to wake Emma and if it’s not Captain Guyliner we need to find who can.”

Malefecient looks at the former Evil Queen “Isn’t it obvious?”

All eyes land on Regina, Henry states “Kiss her mom.”

Regina gasps “Me? No, no I am not Emma’s True Love. I mean I love her yes but she doesn’t love me. Emma was going to marry the pirate.”

Henry reassures “Because Emma didn’t know she could have you. There are no fairytales where the princess falls for the Evil Queen and that love makes the Queen change for the better allowing them to live happily ever after. You and Emma have to make one. Kiss her mom.”

David looks at Regina “Please Regina. If there is even the slightest chance it could work, take it. Please. I can’t lose my daughter again. We’re the reason Emma didn’t think she could be happy with you. We put so much pressure on her to be this perfect fairytale princess that we ignored who she really was. We want her happy and if that’s with you it’s okay. Regina give yourself a chance at your happily ever after. Kiss Emma.”

Mary Margaret nods “I took your chance at love away once. It’s only fitting I return it with my daughter. It’s okay Regina take a chance.”

Hook steps forward “No way. I will not be bested by the Evil Queen.”

Hook screams in agony as he bursts into flame a pile of ashes left where he was standing.

Everyone looks around until all eyes land on Lily who looks apologetic “Sorry. I am learning how to control my dragon side. Guess I haven’t quite mastered it yet. Proceed.”

Regina gulps kneeling down and kissing Emma.

Emma opens her eyes “Regina. You love me?”

Regina smiles softly “I do. You love me?”

Emma nods “I do.”

A voice announces “I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride, again.”

Emma leans up claiming Regina’s lips in a heated full of want kiss.

Mary Margaret clears her throat “You know you two aren’t alone, right?”

Regina and Emma disappear in a puff of pink smoke, their magic combining to make the colour.

David looks at Henry “Guess you’re staying with us for a bit.”

Henry shrugs smiling softly, his moms were finally together.

Phoenix {Liam Dunbar }

If you request an Imagine I will go by your story line. When I write my own, I will normally use the same character for all of them.

This is my own story plot. Those who left are still here, which means those who died, actually died.

Character: You are a rare type of creature known as a phoenix. You were orphaned at age 5 because hunters wanted to kill off your kind due to the power you have, but your family stood in the way. They knew how powerful you would be when you grew up. People found you and took you to child services. They finally sent you to Beacon Hills orphanage, where you didn’t give what people did. You would sneak out and move where the wind takes the fire. You were caught in a spit fire with Theo Reaken and the McCall pack. Right before you left, Scott’s beta needed help so you did what you could. Only managing to get caught by him. You ran away before you got the chance to startle anyone else, leaving some clues behind.


“What was it you saw, Liam?” Scott asked. “I don’t know. All I saw was bright red and yellow flames. She looked like she was on fire.” Liam explained. “She?” Stiles said. “What is it?” Scott asked, looking at the burn marks on the trees and ground. “They doesn’t look like a hell hounds.” Lydia said, looking down. “That’s because it wasn’t a hell hound.” Derek said making his presence known. “Than what is it?” Stiles asked. Derek examined the burn marks more and shook his head. “I thought they were all extinct.” Derek said and got up. “Extinct? What is suppose to be extinct?” Stiles asked. “They were called Phoenixes. Last of it’s kind was killed off because of how much they were a danger to just about anything.” Derek explained. “Well who is this Phoenix?”

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“Here you go Sheriff. This is her fifth ticket in the last two weeks. I think you should handle it.” Sheriff Stilinski looked up from his paper work and at the folder the Deputy decided to hand over. He took it from him and read over it. His eyebrows frowned and his expression turned from confused to disbelief. “How do you set a pond on fire?” Sheriff asked. “I don’t choose to. It’s by accident.” ‘Accident’ Sheriff whispered to himself. “Says here you are at the Orphanage?” He asked. “What’s your name?” “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

:Next Day:

“Don’t think you can’t get off the hook so easily, Y/N. We will be talking after school.” Ms. Summers said, just as I walked out the door and to the bus stop. I let out a huge breath and followed after the rest of the kids. I had just taken my seat, when the middle school kids began to annoy me. “Again? That’s what the 10th time?” A girl behind me said. “I think she has a problem.” The girl next to her answered. “You think Ms. Summers will send her to Eichen?” The one said. “What’s Eichen?” I asked, finally entering their conversation. The girl on the right was fixing to answer, when the one sitting next to her elbowed her.

They both began to giggle and tried to push up their boobs more. “OK.” I whispered and sat back down in my seat. My back and chest became extremely hot and I took caution of my surroundings. I glanced around the bus, but stopped when I saw feet in the aisle. I looked up at his face, and made eye contact. I remember him from last night. And I know he remembers me too. All the destruction I caused. He passed by but we still managed to keep eye contact. It was cut when the boy tripped and landed on his friend.

“Liam!” His friend shouted, making 'Liam’ begin to apologies. “Are you OK, Liam?” The girls behind me asked him. “Yeah. I’m fine.” He said, not giving them a side glance. They squealed and I rolled my eyes. Him and his friend walked to the back of the bus and took a seat. “Why couldn’t you ask Stiles to give us a ride?” Liam’s friend asked, Talking quietly but I could hear them clearly from the middle of the bus. “He was busy.” Liam answered.

“Did you hear him!? He talked to me!” The girls behind me began to squeal again. “Please. He’s what? 5 years older than you?” I scoffed. “He’s three!” The girl on left said. “And besides you’re just jealous he wasn’t looking at you.” They began to snicker. “Yeah, cause I want to be stripped naked by his eyes.” I shook my head ashamed of them. “Who is he anyways?” I asked, and got up to talk to them.

“That’s Liam Dunbar. He’s on the lacrosse team. Second best. Next to Scott McCall.” There goes his name again. The great alpha. Would that make Liam his beta? I look up to Liam and his friend to see them narrowing their eyes at me. I let out a huff making smoke come out of my nose. “Are you on drugs?” The girl asked, looking at the smoke. “Yes, don’t want to hang out with a bad influence. Don’t do drugs.” I said and sat back down in my seat.

I sped off the bus so quickly I nearly, made someone trip down the stairs. I’ve been here for 2 weeks now, and I’m just now starting school. 10th grade in Beacon Hills High School. My back became hot again, so before I could turn around and see if Liam was coming my way, I walked off in search of my first class and locker. When I reached my locker, I smacked my head on the cool surface, cooling down my rising temperature. “Are you OK?” You glance up and see two girls. A strawberry blonde and a Korean looking girl.

“Yeah. Just hot from the bus ride. "Your cheeks are turning bright red.” The Korean girl noticed and I quickly placed my cheek to the locker. “Still hot.” I shouted over the small sizzling the came from me touching a cold surface. They both looked at each other than walked away. When they were out of sight I groaned and smacked my head on the locker multiple times. “I hate life.” I whispered and went back to getting my stuff reading for first lesson.

I walked into first lesson, only to be stopped by everyone turning their attention to me. “I’m only human.” I said and looked over at the teacher. “You can take a seat next to Mason.” He said and pointed over to an empty seat next to Liam’s friend. “Mason.” The boy said. “Y/N.” I said and gave him a small smile. I was handed an apron, goggles, and gloves for the experiment. “Alright class today we are to be burning some chemicals to see how they react to heat.” The teacher said.

It was one of those flame things, with the beaker on top. “Alright you can turn it on.” Mason turned the knob carefully. Everyone else’s flames came to life while ours just smelled like gas. “Hang on.” Mason said and looked under the table at the gas tank. Looking around, I held my hand out and made sparks come out. “Mason!” I gasped and leaned over to shield him from the bursting flames. The whole class screamed and ran out the room. “You’re on fire!” Mason shouted. I looked down and sure enough my whole body was red, and burning on the inside. “I’m fine. Mason, run!” I screamed and rushed him out the classroom door.

The fire alarm went off, and the fire just got bigger. I ran threw everything trying to calm the fire down. More alarms went off and the sprinklers went off. I screamed in pain, knowing that water burns my skin when I’m still in Phoenix mode. I screamed more and ran to the windows. I jumped on the counters and just rammed my body threw it. Causing the glass to break my skin.

I rolled on the ground just making the glass seek deeper in my skin. I groaned in pain and rolled around some. “You’re OK! Come on! We’ll get you to the hospital.” Some firefighters said and picked me up. I passed out for a little while and woke up in a hospital room, with the heart monitor beeping. “She seems to be fine, just those minor cuts she had from the glass, though oddly enough, they seem to have healed.” I heard a nurse say, outside the door.

My back became hot, and I just laid back closing my eyes. “It’s her.” A deep voice said. “What about her?” Another asked. “She’s the phoenix.” The deep voice answered. It was silent for a while till someone else came stomping in. “I looked up her records and found out she was an orphan. Just moved here from Englewood. This is her 12th orphanage since she was 5.” Another voice was added to the mix. I moved a little to signal I was waking up.

The three strangers stiffened and just looked at me. “Hi?” I said and sat up. “Can I help you?” I asked, looking at each of them. “So no one’s going to answer?” I asked. “What a great first impression guys.” I said rolling my eyes. I looked down at the IV stuck in my arm, the water was making me tired so I quickly took it out. “Be careful!” The scrawny guy shouted and walked up to my arm. I had literally tore out the IV making a huge gash in my arm. The guy steps back shocked as the arm quickly heals and looks to be fine. “We need to talk.” The older guy said.

“We tried. You people just stood and stared.” I said and got up off the bed. Lucky for me I was left in my clothing so I didn’t have to change. “We want to talk now.” The third guy said, more calm than the other. I looked at all of them. “My name is Y/N.” I said, hesitant to say I was a Phoenix due to the suspicion they were something as well. I could never know, they could kill me because they know what I’m worth. “I’m Scott McCall. This is Stiles and Derek Hale.” My eyebrows frowned. “Hale? As in Thalia Hale?” I asked. He nodded and looked down.

“My mother told me to look for her. I still am.” I said, looking at him. “You can stop. She’s dead.” I looked up at him. “Oh.” I said and looked down. “Does this mean I can trust you?” I asked, look up through my long lashes. They all looked at each other. “You can trust us.”

:Week Later:

“Y/N!” “Ah!” I screamed, heating my body up quickly, burning the person who had gripped my forearms. “AH!” The person behind me screamed, and you could smell burning flesh. “Liam!” I said and peered over him to see his hands. “Let me see.” I said and reached out. The huge fire burning inside was now becoming less visible so I reached out. “It’ll heal. I’m fine.” He said, and I watched as the burn marks disappeared. “There, all better.” He said with a smile. I gave him a small one back.

“So anyways want to go get something to eat?” He asked, scratching the back of his head. “Mason’s coming with.” He added. “I have to go back to the orphanage, maybe tomorrow so I can ask today.” I said with a sigh. “No! I mean-Come on, you hate that place. Just this once.” He said with puppy eyes. I laughed at how adorable he looked. “Alright, just this once.”

In this passing week, I told Scott and Derek my secret. They said no one would hurt me as long as I’m part of this pack. And so far, it’s been great to be a part of it. I looked back over at Liam who had a grin on his face. He took my hand and lead me to the front, where Mason was waiting. Both Mason and Liam were there when I told the pack, though I really had a hunch they knew. “Hey.” Mason smiled and did a fist bump with Liam. “Come on we are going to the Fro-yo shop.” Mason said. With that we began our journey down the street.


“Derek intimidates me.” Liam said, making me and Mason laugh. “Isaac is pretty good looking. I’m just going to put that on the table.” I said laughing with Mason. I looked over at Liam and saw he had a gloomy look on his face. “Hey, Liam? You alright?” I asked and nudged him. He quickly looked up and made a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He tried to cover. I gave him a smile, making him think I bought it. Was it something I said? “Well we better get going.” I said and got up.

“No. No. NO.” The boys shouted and pulled me down. “What why?” I asked and looked at the skeptical. “Because you need more Ice Cream.” Mason said and went to get more. I looked down at the bowl I couldn’t eat and decided to give to one of the kids at the orphanage. “He does realize I can’t have ice cream?” I asked and looked over at Liam. “Right. Should’ve really thought this through.” He said and quickly rushed up to grab Mason. “It’s already 6. I should really get going.” I said and got up. “What time does he want her?” Mason whispered. “7.” Liam answered.

“Who wants me?” I asked. “No one.” They both said at the same time. “Than I will just be on my marry way.” I said and began to walk out. “Wait!” Liam shouted. “We’ll walk you home. Don’t want you to be all alone this late.” He said, scratching his neck. It’s cute when he does that. “Well, shouldn’t we be leaving?” I asked with a smile. Liam looked over at Mason who tried to finish the last of his ice cream in two scopes. Me and Liam laughed as he made his way over to us.


“Liam you’ve already have taken 4 wrong turns. I thought you had super sniffing.” I said, getting mad at him. It’s 6:30 and I am going to be in major trouble. “No we didn’t we are going the right way. Right?” He said, turning to Mason. “Yeah. Just about.” Mason said nodding. “Liam come on! What are we doing!?” I said getting frustrated. “Look it’s Stiles house. I’m going to ask if he can take me to the orphanage.” I said and began to go up the steps to Stiles house. Oddly everyone seemed to be here minus us.

“Liam? Did we miss a pack meeting?” I asked. “No.” Mason and Liam both said quickly. “Liam, what’s going on?” I slowly turned around to face them. “Liam likes you, but didn’t want to say anything!” Mason shouted. “What!?” Me and Liam shouted together. “I panicked!” Mason shouted, just as Stiles walked out the door. “Is it done?” Liam quickly asked. Stiles nodded his head up and down, looking at us odd. With a sigh, Liam and Mason walked aside of Stiles and into the house. I was a little sad that we left at that and that Liam didn’t say anything. “Thank you.” I smiled up at him as I walked past.

A huge banner hung on the wall, with writing saying:

Welcome Home Y/N

“Home?” I asked, questioning Stiles. “Home.” Stiles repeated. “Welcome to the Stilinski Family, Y/N.” Sherriff answered. “Home.” I said again, beginning to cry. The water works came out and everyone rushed up to hug me. I sobbed happily into somebodies shoulder. I think it was Stiles. “Is it just me or is it really hot.” Sheriff questioned. “Sorry that was me.” I said giggling and pulling away. “Wait! Aren’t you freaked out I may burn down the house with any given emotion?” I asked making some laugh. “We fired proof some of the house,” Stiles said. “And we also got House Insurance.” He added. Everyone laughed and went back to hugging Stiles.

“I’ve never had a forever home.” I said, sniffling into his shirt. “You’re part of the pack now. This is your home.” Scott said making me look around at all of the members. Sure it wasn’t a traditional pack, but it was still perfect. And I know for a fact Scott has the power to be the alpha of this pack.

scorpion guiltily holding up sub-zero’s severed head with a sad face and then screaming at the sky and disappearing in a burst of flames is the funniest thing in mortal kombat

Fire and Ice (Part Six)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language, Violence

Summary: You have been recruited by Fury to help Tony with some work in the compound. At first you’re closed of from the group, especially with your secret powers. But as time goes by you feel yourself being attracted to the mysterious man called Bucky Barnes. Will you let Bucky in and show him your true self or will you push everything away you come to love?

Word Count: 1.555

Originally posted by katerinasgranger

You and Bruce were working in the lab when Tony walked in. He was wearing work-out clothes.
‘The whole team is going to train’ he said. ‘Are you guys joining us?’

You shared a look with Bruce and shook your head. ‘We’re going to stay here. We finally have a break through.’

Tony nodded in understanding. ‘Alright, I’ll be back in a couple of hours.’ He left the lab and you and Bruce continued your work.

You two were so close to finding the cure to your control problems, you couldn’t possibly stop now. In a few hours one simple injection would take all your worries away.

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Wrong (Josh Diaz x Reader)

request: @amayathatsme asked, “Hi I was wondering if you could do a Josh Diaz imagine wair the reader is part of the chimera pack and she is best friendes with josh but once they come back to life their feelings change you right the rest make it long please. Thanks!”

A/N. Thank you darling for the request, i absolutely loved writing this! The reader is the same chimera as in the dragon series: half dragon, half banshee. Just so everyone knows. Also, her really shitty sword skills are based on my dear friend, @chuchoteh, who can’t twirl a lightsaber to save her life. Love you Mackenzie!  Please note, translations were made using google translate. If you know a better translation, please let me know. its sort of a random phrase though so whatever. I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you guys like it! And it’s long, as requested, so enjoy!

You tapped your pen against the table, feeling the constant buzzing under your skin like an itch you couldn’t scratch. You flicked your fingers, letting the flames dance across your palms, and it relieved some of the tension.

“Hey freak.”

The ball of fire in your chest pulsed hot with excitement, and you hid your smile. “Hey ugly.”

Josh flicked the back of your head and sat down beside you, pulling out a textbook from his bag. “My mom’s making quesadillas and wondered how many she should make for you.”


He laughed. “You’re going to eat four whole quesadillas all by yourself?”

“Oh come on!” You protested. “You always eat like half the food on my plate. So it’s only really like two.”

“Yeah okay.” He snorted and shocked your side.

It has the wrong effect, sending a wave of what could only be described as tingling pleasure jolting through you. You jumped to your feet, a heated blush spreading across your face, and you mumbled some stupid excuse before running into the kitchen and sticking your head in the fridge.

You sighed, resting your head against one of the cold shelfs and squeezing your eyes shut. What the hell was the matter with you? He was your friend. That was all. Why were you getting all tingly every time he walked into the room?

The two of you had been friends since you were seven. You had been in the hospital, recovering from your lung transplant, and this obnoxious Brazilian kid had wandered into your room and told you you looked like merda (shit). You told him you most certainly did not and that he looked like a bunda de cavalo (a horse’s butt). Once he learned that you spoke Portuguese too he sat down on your bed and asked where you were from. You talked for an hour after that. He told you about how there was something wrong with his heart. You told him about your procedure, and how it wasn’t really that bad.

When his mother finally found him, cuffing him hard on the back of the head and scolding him in Spanish, he told her that he wanted your help with his surgery, and your parents exchanged contact information. You’d been inseparable ever since. When Josh finally got a match, at age 13, you were sitting beside his mother through the whole surgery, holding her hand and telling her he would be okay.

You had been the one to hide him in your room when he had gotten just a little too high, and scolded him fiercely, as someone born with lung problems, for putting that shit into his body. He’d told you how he felt like there was something wrong with him, that they’d done something wrong when they’d given him his new heart. He said he was always numb, and the only time he felt anything was when he was high. So you helped him as he experimented, figuring out just how much he could take. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d let him crash at your house to sleep off a hangover or a drug-induced vomiting fit. (It was five. Five times you had to clean up his puke from your bathroom.)

There has never been any romantic feelings towards him. Ever. He was always just Josh, your awkward best friend.

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