​Prompt by the amazing: vividimagines

Walking in to the smell of a deluxe Big Belly Burger and fries, as well as the sight of your favorite shake should have been heaven. And, okay, it was a little bit. But even as you snagged one of the gorgeous fries, your eyes searched the room for your best friend.

“‘Fess up, Cisco. You only spoil me when you have something to apologize for. And dropping out conversation last night doesn’t merit all of this.”

His anxious smile wasn’t helping you feel any better.

“Speaking of that conversation…”

You felt that fry turn to ashes in your throat. You almost took a sip of the shake, but you knew it would sit like lead in your stomach right now with your apprehension levels rising.

“What about it?”

Stay calm. There was no reason to overreact. It could be anything. You shouldn’t jump to conclusions that Barry was dating someone else again, or had found out, or Wells had, or Caitlin, or anyone else.

“Well, Barry may have come by last night?”

That was a pretty good reason for him to stop replying. He’d probably had to put his phone away and just forgot about it.


You still wanted to know where this apology was headed. Still were doing your best not to jump to any conclusions.

“He miiiight have startled me and wanted to know what I was laughing at,” Cisco started again. You could feel your cheeks flushing, and you picked up the shake after all to keep yourself distracted.

He’d been laughing at you? Ugh of course he had. You’d been waxing poetic about the scarlet speedster and it probably had been objectively a little funny. But it was still embarrassing.

“And what excuse did you give him?” 

“Umn.. that’s the thing.. he might not have believed me?”

You gave him a blank stare, waiting for your friend to just rip the band aid off already.

“And he might have seen my phone? Because I may have accidentally left it out on the table when he asked me?”

After several moments of you trying to convince your anxiety that you had to have misheard Cisco, the penny dropped.

“Francisco Ramon, you had better not be saying what I think you’re saying,” you threatened. If he was, then you were going to have to call out as dead.

“I.. yeah he might have, potentially, definitely saw your texts. That’s my bad. But I mean, you can’t be too mad at me. He was flattered! He thought it was cute!” 

You most certainly could be mad! But mostly, you wanted to fall into a hole and never have to face Barry again. 

“Having the object of your affections think you are ‘cute’ for liking them isn’t exactly the pinnacle of success, Cisco! That’s like being told that you’re a sweet kid.”

The traitor looked at you sympathetically even as he stole some of your fries and asked if you were going to eat your burger before it got cold. A scowl set on your face as you looked towards your ‘please forgive me’ meal. 

And froze as you actually focused on the burger this time, which had a post it on it with the note ‘For my biggest fan’.

Maybe you weren’t too mad at Cisco after all. 

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Locker Room Boys (Isaac Lahey)

So I saw this a while ago over on @vividimagines and it’s been stuck in my mind ever since. Please go check her out, if you like me, you’ll adore her!

Imagine going to talk to your best friend, Danny, in the locker room and getting distracted by Isaac who’s changing behind him and is very aware of your watching eyes.


You’re day had been stressful and you absolutely needed to talk to your best friend. You’d been with Danny your whole life. You couldn’t remember a time when the two of you weren’t friends. You knocked, more a warning than anything else. At this point, the team was used to you barging into the locker room and nobody dared saying anything because Danny would stand up for you with everything he had.

“Hey, Danny.” You call, walking over and taking a seat on the bench. Danny looked back at you, a towel hugging his hips as he dug for a clean shirt. “How was practice?” You questioned, turning so you were facing him, but your eyes were drawn towards someone else. Behind Danny, was a tall boy with sandy hair and pretty nice abs. A boy by the name of Isaac Lahey.

“Bad day?” Danny questioned, avoiding your question completely. You nodded and he frowned, pulling a shirt on. You turned your back long enough for him to put the rest of his clothes. You turn back to look at him, but most of the time while you were talking to him, your gaze was going straight past him to land on Isaac. Realistically, he should have been done with whatever it was he was doing. You flicked your eyes up to his face to see a slight smirk playing at his lips.

“Would it make it better if I told Lahey to stop eavesdropping?” Danny questioned with a small laugh. At the sentence, both you and Isaac stiffened a little. “Or would you rather I tell you about your huge crush on him?” Your eyes widened. Isaac pulled his shirt over his head so he was completely dressed and slung his bag over his shoulder. With a slam of his locker, he walked out but not without tossing you a cheesy wink.

“Danny! What was that for?” You hissed, only half angry. Danny just laughed, standing up and offering you his arm. You looped yours through it and the two of you left the locker room.

“It gets tiring watching you two pretend you aren’t ogling each other all the time. I figured it was time I did something.”

What would you do without your locker room boys?


Hey! So this isn’t very good but I really enjoyed writing it. Isaac is, thus far, my favorite teen wolf character, though Stiles Stilinski is a close second. I hope you liked it and if you’d like to read more, go ahead and ask and requests are always open. -Cass

Earth 38 Barry Allen x Reader Part One

Fandom: The Flash/Supergirl

Characters: Barry Allen, Reader, Kara Danvers, Cisco Ramon

Word Count: 690

Inspired by this imagine by @vividimagines  (x)

Prompt: Imagine being from the same Earth as Kara and Cisco and Barry instantly being attracted to you.

A/N: This was so rushed and so terrible I think I might throw up, but whatever! Hope you guys enjoy!

“Kara, I swear to god, what did you leave in your apartment now? We have to go! I can’t miss Chris Evans being hot!” I was whining like a child. Kara was dragging me down the hall, using her strength to pull me. 

“We go up the stairs so much I might as well skip leg day at the gym.” I grumbled. I know it’s immature, but she needs to see just how displeased I am.

“I’m sorry, okay?! I just don’t want to have to pay for $3,000 popcorn when we have some at home!” Kara took her keys out of her pocket to unlock the door, only to drop them onto the ground. She sighed and quickly picked them back up.

“You are so clumsy, sometimes I wonder if it’s even you out there fighting bad guys!” I said pushing the door open. I quickly stopped in my tracks in the door frame when I saw two guys standing in the middle of Kara’s kitchen looking very lost.

“Um, Kara? Are there supposed to be two strange men standing in your kitchen?” I asked, not taking my eyes off of them. Kara was still rifling through her bag.

“No, why-” She was cut off by the sight of them. A huge smile spread over her face as she saw them and she dropped her bags. 

“Barry! Hi! Why are you here?” Her face suddenly turned serious. “Is there something wrong in Central City?” He smiled and laughed, shaking his head.

“No, we just wanted to come visit again. We were travelling through the Earths, making sure everything was as it was before I, you know, changed the timeline…” He looked down at his feet awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck.

“But, ummmm who is this, lovely lady?” The shorter one said, attempting to lean back onto the kitchen island.

“I’m Y/N. Who are you guys?” I asked, still cautious. Listen, I don’t care if Supergirl thinks that these guys are swell, they just showed up in a locked apartment on the tenth story. That shit is not right.

“Right! Um, Y/N, this is Barry Allen, the Flash, and this is Cisco Ramon, also known as Vibe. I told you about them after I came back from fighting the Dominators. Barry, Cisco, this is Y/N, my best friend. She is also known as the Black Mamba.”

“Whoa, you have superpowers? What are they?” Cisco bounced up and down excitedly, waiting for my answer. I smiled at his childish attitude. It was like looking into a mirror. If that mirror made me a dude. And a geek. And nothing like me.

“I can borrow other people’s powers. I have no idea where a name like ‘The Black Mamba’ came from…” I cleared my throat before shooting a stern glance at Kara. 

“But it seemed to stick with people.” Kara sighed loudly.

“Look! I just suggested the name in passing! Ms. Grant seemed to like it, and you know when she likes something, she does not change her mind.” I playfully rolled my eyes at her exasperation with me. This always happened. 

“But we have to leave now if we’re going to have enough time to go see the movie and buy the tickets. You guys wanna come?” Kara offered to the two of them.

“Yeah! Sounds good. What movie are you guys going to see? It’s not a chick flick, is it?” Barry asked, whining a little at the end. Kara and I looked at each other before laughing loudly.

“Are you kidding me? I’m like the biggest geek in National City! We’re going to see Captain America: The Winter Soldier.” I said, throwing one of the bags Kara handed to me over my shoulder. Their faces lit up with smiles.

“You guys have Captain America here too?! Man, this day keeps getting better and better!” Cisco said.

“Well we have to go if we ever want to actually see the movie, let’s go!” Kara said, speed walking to the door.

I think I’m going to get along just fine with these guys.

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Every Year, Every Christmas

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Request: Angsty Christmas fic where Bucky’s girlfriend passed away from delivering their baby boy on Christmas Eve.

Warnings: Reader death, death via childbirth, angst, depression, discussion of self-harm

Author’s Note: This is my entry for @buckysbackpackbuckle‘s Christmas song fic challenge and @vividimagines‘ Christmas fic contest and is based on the song Every Year, Every Christmas by Luther Vandross. I strongly considered rejecting this one when it was sent to my inbox, but I wanted to see where I could go with it. An extra big thank you to @imagine-assembling-the-avengers for looking this over for me and making sure it was medically accurate. Needless to say, don’t read unless you feel like having a good cry.

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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Prompt by the amazing: vividimagines

Working forensics had always been a dream of yours. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a love for procedural shows like CSI was a big part of that dream. After all, their science writers weren’t completely wrong, and it was good to actually enjoy your job.

Even if it made it harder to like your shows.

Besides, there was more than just the pleasure of solving puzzles going for you. After you graduated from Midway College, you’d taken a position as an assistant CSI at CCPD. A lot of the force seemed slow to warm up to you, except for Barry Allen, one of the other CSIs. Really, Barry was sort of the de facto lead in the CSI division. Apparently he’d been an assistant himself before the lightning strike and his coma, but since his recovery, his reports were so detailed that it was almost like he’d been there himself. More importantly to you, Barry had become one of your best friends here.

You liked to tease him about gaining clairvoyance during his coma. Barry, naturally, said he was always that good. Which you would be more inclined to believe if it weren’t for the other shining bright spot in your life. Your secret admirer.

Every day when you got to the lab at CCPD, there would be flowers at your desk. Some days, they had been delivered by a florist, others they seemed to be handpicked. The type of flower wasn’t always the same either. You’d often walk in to find sunflowers and baby’s breath, but it was just as likely for you to find lilies and tulips or the more traditional roses.

Today was daisies.

Smiling, you tucked one of the stems behind your ear before picking up the first case of the day.

“Hey Allen,” you teased when the man finally showed up. “Too busy communing with the spirits to make it in on time?”

He just laughed it off, smiling almost as brightly as your daisies. Normally, you thought morning people should be shot on sight, but Barry you could make an exception for.

“Why would I need to see into the past, Y/N? I’ve got mad skills.”

Barry also had a mad caffeine addiction, as he was clearly halfway through with his coffee already, and Jitters wasn’t that far away. But you were polite enough not to say anything. That, and your hands were full starting a fiber analysis.

“If that were the case, you’d be able to tell me who it is that keeps sending me flowers. Come on, Barry. I’m obviously too close to the situation to see all of the evidence for what it is. I’d like to use a lifeline here, and you’re my only hope.”

Barry gave an exaggerated sigh. He clearly didn’t think this mystery was as important as you did. You were pretty sure he found the fact you couldn’t crack this on your own amusing. He certainly smiled whenever you mentioned it.

“Okay, first, that was a horrible reference mash up. Don’t do that again.” Oh, he was so lucky your hands were busy, or you’d have thrown something at him. And missed, because the boy was too skinny to be a proper target. But still. “Second, I already told you, Y/N. I don’t have any idea who keeps bringing you flowers. Why? Do you want to throw things at them too?”

He really knew you too well.

“No, I.. I just want to thank them. And… well, get to know them. Find out what they want from me. Wouldn’t you?”

“Ah, I guess,” you couldn’t see his face right now, you were holding part of the fiber sample near a lit flame to see if if reacted to the heat at all. Still, it sounded like he was smiling. “I’m sure he.. they.. know you appreciate it.”

Placing the fiber actually in the flame for a moment, you watched it self extinguish. This never got old. “Yeah? How do you figure?”

“Well.. because they keep bringing flowers. They wouldn’t if they thought you didn’t like them, right?”

Okay, Barry had a point. And this fiber was some sort of nylon.

“Fair. I still want to actually meet them. I mean, properly. Does that make any sense?”

You looked over to his desk to see Barry watching you with an expression you couldn’t place.

“Maybe you will someday, Y/N. When they feel like they’re able to be honest with you.”

Hopefully, you thought, that day would come sooner than later.


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Road trip with Calum

- being woken up in the middle of the night by a super excited Calum to tell you his road trip plan
- packing a ton of snacks and food in general
- “Yes babe, we need two jars of Vegemite. And yes we also need all those other snacks. We don’t wanna starve.”
- holding hands while driving
- jamming out to all your favorite bands in the car
- stopping at a diner at 4am for breakfast and ordering loads of food bc you’re hungry
- “Cal, tell me again why we ordered so much food?”
- “Babe my stomach hurts. I think I’m dying.”
- telling each other random facts
- star gazing at night
- playing a game of who can spot more dogs in cars
- stopping at all these places and just walking around exploring
- “Look there’s a dog! Oh ok it was just a raccoon.”
- “How can you possibly mix that up?”
- sleeping in the car and crappy motels
- cuddling all the time
- “I think this would be even more fun when we would have a dog.” “Cal…”
- taking lots of artsy and cute pictures
- updating the fans on your road trip experiences
- skinny dipping in a lake you found by accident
- “Damn you look so good in this.” “I’m wearing nothing, Calum….” “Exactely.”
- just being giggly and weird all the time
- having a lot of fun the whole time
- being superexhausted but happy by the end of the trip

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For all that you do, for all the love and support and friendship you give, for all the things you put out for us. Thank you.

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It wasn’t like you had planned to catch the attentions of a Rogue like Leonard Snart. You hadn’t even realized that you had at first. And by the time you really knew about the way Len earned his living? You were in deep.

You’d been working at The Motorcar your last year of college when you first met him. Len was a regular who tipped well for all that he mostly only ordered coffee.

Not that you blamed him. You’d almost starved with that job as your main food source. If it didn’t taste horrible, then it tended to make you ill. You weren’t sure why. You scoured the place, and it did pass the food safety code.

If you were any more superstitious, you’d say the place was cursed.

Len was a regular who wasn’t big on small talk, or wasting words in general. Everything about him was precise. His order, his payment, the seat he wanted, and when were good times to speak to him. You still preferred him to the drunks who wanted a show, or the kids too high to know if they even brought enough money to cover their order. Although at least they never complained about the food.

Even if the wisdom of sating one’s munchies across from CCPD left much to be desired. You figured it was some twisted inner need to be caught. Or it was a three foot eff you to the system. Could go either way really.

Every other weekend, Len brought his sister. It was the one divergence in his otherwise exact schedule. You’d notice him actually smiling - not the polite tip of the corners of his mouth, but genuinely smiling - from time to time when she was there. You made a point to never drift over while they were in the middle of a discussion. And perhaps because of that, at least in retrospect, they always sat in your section.

Your last month at the diner, you’d begged Lisa to come with you to a ballroom dance event. You’d been pulling so many shifts at the diner that making friends with your fellow college drudges attending over summer semester hadn’t been a priority. Going would net you extra credit, which you couldn’t overlook, but going when you knew absolutely no one wasn’t high on your wishlist. Neither was making a fool of yourself, but you figured you’d only see her one more time anyway, so there wasn’t any harm.

She’d gone, to your eternal relief, not making a big deal about it at all. In fact, she’d laughed about how the moving as a team and timing were right up her brother’s alley, even if it wasn’t hers. If anyone had asked you, you would have said the Snarts were good people. A little distant, but kind enough and certainly well meaning. 

In fact, you did say that when the police came knocking not long after, suspecting them. You didn’t see either of them for several years. Not because they’d been in Iron Heights - you thought they might have gotten out of those charges - but because you hadn’t been in Central City.

Len found you in Keystone, working for an advertising company that should have been the job of your dreams. He’d asked if you still had space on your dance card for him after commenting on the glowing character reference you’d given his arresting officer. And somehow that led to a visit to an art museum, and then you moving back to Central City to be able to see more of him.

You’d thought about moving back before. Central was home in a way Keystone had never become. It also had the PR nightmare known as S.T.A.R. Labs to attract your attention. So while Len sought his own adrenaline rush, you’d reached out to the skeleton team left with your proposal. Dr. Wells hadn’t found it necessary, but he had understood your desire to have a challenge. Cisco and Caitlin had been happy to have your help. Such as it was, anyway.

You weren’t a part of Team Flash, although you hadn’t missed their little meetings. Dr. Wells had confronted you about it early on after you had asked him in private if he wanted you to use that information to build up his reputation again or if he’d prefer the secrecy. The scientist had been pretty clear which option he had preferred.

Later, when Lisa seduced Cisco and then Len had tortured his brother to find out the Flash’s identity, you’d been summoned for another private conversation with the physicist. He’d been impressed that for someone so perceptive you hadn’t told your own boyfriend the Flash’s identity. Or hadn’t you worked it out yet?

Although, as it turns out, that conversation wasn’t quite as private as you’d thought.

“You’re dating Captain Cold?”

Turning towards the incredulous voice, you met Cisco’s gaze with a wince.

“I had no idea he was going to do something like that to you, Cisco. Honest. He doesn’t ask me about my work; I don’t ask him about his.”

“An interesting policy, to be sure,” Doctor Wells commented, his eyes laughing for all that his vocal tone was dry and serious.

“We were dating way before he got ahold of your cold gun,” that justification felt hollow even to you.

Cisco didn’t take it as any justification at all.

“Well, stop! He’s a thief. And a murderer, not to mention.”

“Honestly. You do not want to go the route of dragging up dirty little secrets,” you growled out in self defense. “It’s my job to know all of yours, so I can portray you in the best light. Or had you forgotten?”

Watching the interplay between the two men was fascinating. Dr. Wells polishing his glasses as Cisco looked to him for support. Which he did give but with a tired expression to indicate they couldn’t control your life choices.

Damn straight they couldn’t. Even if you had nothing really on Cisco, minus the fact he’d created the weapons used against his brother, which was a cruel thing indeed to mention.

Well, and the fact you’d heard by now just how Cisco was lured into begin with, and this was very much a scenario of the pot calling the kettle black.

 The dark glimmer beneath the professor’s gaze still had you rushing out an addendum quickly.

“Excepting, of course, boundaries like the identity of the Flash and what you do in your personal time.”

You grabbed your jacket and nodded politely to both of them.

“That said, I’d prefer what I do on my personal time to remain personal as well. And I’ve a date in precisely twelve minutes. I am sorry for what happened, Cisco. But I do prefer to be on time. Shall I give your regards to Lisa?”

You decided his blush was adorable. And apparently, so did Dr. Wells. He’d laughed anyway before nodding you on to go home.

Only eleven minutes until you got to see him again. Because dammit, you didn’t care if he was a thief and a rogue.

He was yours.

Prompt source: x

Muggle studies | Hogwarts!5SOS

Originally posted by abigatorness

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Summary: You are a half-blood and when you’re talking about pop punk bands in Muggle studies, you realize you’re not the only one, who loves those bands as much as you do. (ft. Slytherin!Michael)

The Muggle studies class was always an interesting one. You were familiar with the Muggle world, since you grew up with your mom being a witch and your dad being a normal Muggle. It just fascinated you learning about one part of your world through the eyes of wizards. You understood all the subtle references made in Muggle studies by your teacher – whose parents were both Muggle - , worked out how to use the internet in Hogwarts and were up to do with all non-wizard things in the world. Half of your class was Muggle or Half Blood like you and the rest was a little more clueless about all this.

Muggle studies was not just exclusively for two houses, but students of all the houses in the year 6 were taking it at the same time, because it was a big classroom and all the people that wanted to take it were fitting in perfectly.

Next to you a few meters to the right at the next table were four wizards everyone admired or at least recognized in some way. How could you not. The four guys could not be more different from each other – different houses, styles, characters and still they got along so well. They became friends in the first year during their ride on the Hogwarts express and since then they were pretty popular – also because of their pranks, which were compared to the ones of the Marauders or Weasley twins.  Moreover it wasn’t that common a group of friends consisted of one student of each house.

You had exchanged some words with them, when they asked you about homework and stuff, but that was about it.

You were brought back into reality when your Muggle studies teacher came into the room and started the lesson, clearing her throat to make sure everyone got the sign. “So, over the last couple weeks we talked a lot about the Internet and social media influence on Muggle teens. I think it was a pretty interesting one.”

You and apparently a few other people started giggling at the thought of the High School Musical incident. The teacher had asked the students to bring something that was associated with that topic in some way. Somehow one of them had brought a howler into class – you had no idea how he had timed it so perfectly, it was probably more ‘luck’- and just after the teacher started the class it burst open. All it simply did was a muggle born’s siblings voice scream “WHAT TEAM?” and nearly all the Muggle borns and Half-bloods shouted “WILDCATS!” before returning to scribbling down the rest of an exercise leaving the pure-blood in total confusion of what the hell they just witnessed.

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​Prompt by the amazing vividimagines.

You adored Cisco, you really did. He had become one of your best friends since he joined S.T.A.R. labs. And not just because he was one of the few people to call Hartley on his shit when he was too big for his britches.

Which was most of the time.

You’d kept in touch with Cisco, the not-so-Doctor Wells, and Caitlin after the catastrophe that was the particle accelerator, but you hadn’t stayed. Not because you didn’t want to support them, but because you’d had to help out at home. Between your dad’s constant work obsession and your mother’s hypochondria, there had been no one to provide anything stable for your younger sibling.

That didn’t mean you weren’t able to help out from time to time, particularly when the meta of the moment had abilities near and dear to your field of interest.

Since you’d come back to S.T.A.R. labs this year, science wasn’t what Cisco seemed to want to talk about with you though. It was your utter lack of a social or romantic life.

“All I’m saying is maybe it would be good idea for you to put yourself out there, Y/N. You can’t just live here 24/7.”

Like hell were you moving back home again. You’d just escaped that.

“Why not?” You countered. “It seems to work for Harry.”

Of course, you realized your mistake in mentioning Harry’s name a little too late. Cisco paused in eating his twizzler to give you a brilliant smile. “Which is one of the many things you have in common!”

This was the perfect time for you to steal one of the twizzlers from the pack in Cisco’s hand. Dancing away before he could snatch it back, you scoff, “Being a part of team flash and working at S.T.A.R. labs aren’t exactly good reasons to date someone who is neither interested in me nor emotionally available.”

Then, of course, you can victoriously eat your stolen candy. It tastes so much better because of your success.

“How do you know he isn’t interested? Have you asked?”

Seriously?? Can’t you just drop it? It’s incredibly sweet that he wants to help you out, but given the only person on the team you’re interested in is him and he so clearly doesn’t even see you in that light…. Well, these conversations get painful. Fast.

“Cisco, I’m perfectly capable of continuing to go to social functions alone. You really don’t need to keep trying to play matchmaker.”

This time when you tried to steal a twizzler, the tech guru was ready for you.

“Oh I’m sorry you’re so particular! First you steal my candy and then you insult my skills.”

And then you failed to steal more candy, the true reason to be disappointed here.

“All you’ve suggested are Barry and Dr. Wells!” You countered. You might possibly be pouting a little over the lack of sugar to chew on, and to distract you from watching Cisco’s own oral fixation.

“So? They’re great guys. Barry’s a hero!” And I don’t know a lot of people here, okay?”

It was nice to think that by ‘here’ he meant Central City, and that Cisco didn’t want you to leave for greener pastures. Although if you were, you’d have gone to Mercury Labs with Caitlin instead of assisting Cisco with the CCPD.

Apparently, Cisco took your silence as being upset at him, because he continued after a few moments.

“… I just don’t like seeing you look so sad.”

Wincing at the fact he’d caught that, you shook your head then tried to reassure him. “It’s okay, Cisco. Really.”

“No it isn’t. Or you wouldn’t be moping at your desk all the time. It’s like you’re afraid, but you don’t need to be.”

“Cisco…” Despite your better judgement, and the fact you’ve kept your tongue for years now, you’d rather tell him part of the truth than watch Cisco beat himself up over not being able to find you a date. “I’m just trying to deal with the fact that the person I have feelings for will never have feelings for me back. Okay?”

Comprehension and regret flickered through your best friend and crush’s eyes, and for a solid ten seconds you almost had a heart attack.

Then, he opened his mouth and it was clear Cisco hadn’t actually made the connection. Bless his heart, and yours. You needed it working.

“Oh God, you’re not interested in Wally are you?”

The laughter that bubbled up was a relief, lifting away so much of the tension and awkwardness of the past few minutes.

“No, no, I’m not interested in Wally West.”

“Iris?” Cisco asked more doubtfully. Thanks buddy, just because you weren’t interested in Barry or Harry or anyone whose nickname ended in a ‘y’ didn’t mean you’d given up on the male gender altogether.

Although he could have asked if you were into Joe, so perhaps that was a blessing.

“No, no. I’m going to cut you off there. If you want me to socialize so much, why don’t we have a movie night?”

Cisco looked reluctant, but he did let it go. For now.

“I guess I could be convinced.” He agreed at length. “But only because you make the best snacks.”

I Miss Her Too.

Titled: ‘I Miss Her Too’

Pairing: Dean x daughter!reader

Summary: Imagine Dean’s daughter asks Dean what was her mom like when she was alive. 

Word Count: 1,022

Warnings: Lots of angst. I’m not even sorry.

A/N: Yeah I did just that. Enjoy Everyone! XOXO 

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Dean’s point of view 

I knew one day the day would come. Y/N would get older and she would ask me what was mommy like. 

I didn’t think it would come as fast as it did but it did. I was ready for it though. Y/N was growing up so fast it was just like yesterday she was born. 

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Her bump was larger than life. I don’t know how she got around the way she did. I wouldn’t of been able to. 

That day she said she was starting with pains. 

I told her she should go lay in the bed and just rest. She waved that idea off. I gave her no choice picked her up in my arms and lead her into the bed. She protested but I told her it was for the best for her and the baby. 

Plus she had been saying that she hasn’t been getting any sleep recently because of her back. I made she was comfortable as possible and kissed her forehead. 

I checked on her a little while after that and I like I thought she went off to sleep. I felt like such a good husband. Well it turns out those weren’t just pains. She woke up an hour and half later screaming. I rushed into your room and saw all over the bed. 

“My water broke!” She gasped excitedly. I was excited too but I was more concerned about her. “Isn’t a little early?” The baby is gonna come when it wants to. Those doctors don’t know what they are talking about sometimes.” 

You waved me off again. Today was April 4th. The due date is April 22nd 2010. “If you say so let’s just get you to the hospital.” I said helping her up. “Good call.” She moaned in pain when another contraction came over. 

“It’ll be alright.” I rubbed the lower part of her back as the contraction was ending. “Let’s make it to the car before my next contraction okay?” She smiled once it was over. 

 “Sure thing but we are not having the baby in baby.” I wasn’t kidding. 

Once we got to the hospital they got her all set up and she asked them if she could have the magic epidural. The nurse told her that since she was so close to pushing it wouldn’t even be worth giving it to her. 

“Maybe next time Y/N.” I said with hope in my eyes for another baby after this one. “We’ll see.” She looked warily. Soon our baby girl was born. 

We named her Y/N. But a little while after she had given birth she got tired all of sudden. I told her she should be after giving birth to our little miracle. I also told her she deserved some rest. 

She told me good night and never woke up again. April 4th 2010  was the best and worst day of my life. 

Y/N lost her mother and I lost the love of my life. She was brought into my life and taken out of it just as fast. I was thankful she did leave something behind. She left me with Y/N.

And six years later Y/N finally asks me totally out of the blue. “What was mommy like?” She looked up at me from the table in the library where she was coloring away. 

What was mommy like? She was beautiful. She was graceful. She was silly at times and serious when needed. She was one hell of a hunter. Of course Y/N doesn’t know what hunting is yet but I didn’t know what to say. 

“Daddy?” Y/N interrupted my train of thought with her Uncle Sammy’s eyes. When I look into her eyes I see a mini Sam Winchester.

 I sat down across from where she sat. “Your Mom was…a good person. Did I ever tell you you are like exactly like her?” 

There was a lot about Y/N she related to her. They have that same laugh and smile. It was almost like they were twins sometimes. 

She liked to make jokes and be silly just like her Mom. She gasped with joy. “I am!? How? Tell me Daddy!?!” 

I chuckled at her excitement. “Sure thing pumpkin.” I scooted my chair open and told her to come here. She got up and was on on lap in seconds.

 She looked up at me with eager eyes. “Your mom use to get excited over everything just like you do.” It was true. It would be over the littlest of things, but they couldn’t help it. 

“You and your mom have the same exact laugh. You and your mom were the only ones who laugh at my jokes even when they aren’t that funny.” That was so true it was scary. I will admit I am not good at making jokes.

 “Another thing you and your mom is you know how to keep me check. Y/N, for only being a six  you already act more mature than me. Just like your mom.”

She giggled. “I am really glad you are here to tell me what mommy was like.” I sighed and stroked her dirty blonde hair. 

Y/N knelt her head on my shoulder and I rubbed her back a little. “Daddy?” Her little voice spoke up. “What is it, Sweetheart?” I asked her as she brought her head up. “How can I miss mommy if I didn’t even know her?”

 What did I say about how mature she is for her age? She didn’t get that from me but that’s a tough question. 

“Sweetheart you may not of have known you mom but you can always ask me about your mom and I’ll tell you anything about Mommy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Her smile was back. I held for a little longer and kissed her on the cheek. Y/N will always be my baby girl. Always. 

I don’t know what I will do one day when she is all grown up and off somewhere where she doesn’t need her Daddy anymore. But she needs me now more than ever and for that I am glad. 

The End!

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Everyone Has A Sick Day.

Originally posted by intelligentipauca

Summary: Imagine Barry knows when you’re sick even though you try and tell me you feel fine.

Titled: ‘Everyone Has A Sick Day’

Pairing: Barry x reader

Warning: FEELS

A/N: I just got over being sick recently and I binged the Flash of course so that’s is why this is a thing now. I hope you enjoy!

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“Honey, I’m home.” Barry absolutely loved the feeling he got when he said that to you after coming from a long day’s work in the lab.

After you and Barry got married and you found a place in Central City. It was an apartment and it didn’t seem like a lot but it was enough for you and Barry.

Barry was confused. when you didn’t say anything back to him after slung his laptop bag on the arm chair and his briefcase on the floor beside it. He decided the best place to look for you first was in the kitchen. You’re always in there.

Barry was right. You were in the kitchen mixed up in textbooks, notebooks, note cards, pens, and anything you could manage to fit on your tiny kitchen table. You were head was down and you were fast asleep on the table.

Your hands held your head up a little bit. Barry assumed you put your head down for one second to take a break from studying and you fell asleep. Barry looked over at the calendar and he realized your college finals were tomorrow!

He smiled down at your sleeping figure. He felt bad for you. He knew how hard you’ve worked and then he remembered that it would soon all pay off.

He went to wake you up and move you into the bed. He wouldn’t mind taking a nap himself. He kissed your forehead and it felt warmer than usual. That’s when he decided he should wake up. “Hey, Y/N. Y/N” He whispered softly in your ear.

Your eyes shot open when you realized Barry was already home and that he was waking you up. “Hey it’s okay Y/N. Do you feel okay?” Barry pushed the hair out of your face behind your ear. He knelt down in front you. “Yeah I just dozed off for a little while.” Honestly you felt horrible. Your head wouldn’t stop hurting. Every time you swallowed it felt like broken glass traveling down your throat.

You couldn’t be better. You tired to smile it off but Barry saw right through you and you could tell. Barry raised an eyebrow and put his hand on your forehead this time. His cool hand gave you a quick chill. “You’re hot.” Barry declared.

“Thank you.” You croaked. Barry sighed at you and laughed. “What am I going to do with you?” Barry smiled as he shook his head at you. “You can let me go to my finals?” You said trying to sound perfectly fine. “That is out of the question.” You knew it wasn’t even worth arguing with Barry about it because you know Barry wasn’t going to change his mind.

“Okay fine you win. I’ll email my professors right now.” You gave up faster than you usually would. Barry knew that you didn’t feel good then. Barry clapped his hands together and quietly yelled yes! You sat up better in your chair and turned your laptop back on. You quickly sent a message to each and everyone one of your professors saying you were sick and you will be unable to attend the testing.

“It’s done.” You said shutting your laptop down and closing all of your books. Barry sat across from you at the kitchen table eating left overs from last night. “Good.” He said in mid chew. “You want anything to eat? I could make you something.” Barry asked you. He was so incredibly sweet. How did you get so lucky with Barry Allen?

“I’m good, Honey. My stomach hurts a little bit.” You sniffled. “Maybe that’s because you’re hungry.” Barry pointed out to you. “I don’t think that’s the case.” You chuckled. “Well despite your protests woman I am making you something!” Barry announced. “You’re the Flash not the The Chef.” You said sarcastically.

“Shush!” Barry put a finger up to his lips laughing with you. Barry was making you feel better already. He was giving the best kind of medicine. Laughter. But it didn’t last. Your stomach gurgled and you leaned over in your seat from the sudden stomach pain. Barry was at your side in a flash it felt like.

You sat upright when you got up and ran straight to the bathroom. Barry wasn’t far behind you. You threw yourself onto the floor and in front of the toliet. You began throwing up the contents of your stomach.

When you looked it made you throw up even more. You finally stopped throwing up after what felt like forever when there was anything left in your stomach. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. You reached your hand up and flushed the toilet. You laid your head back on Barry’s chest. He was there for you holding your hair every step of the way.

“How do you feel, Y/N?” Barry asked you. It was probably a stupid question to ask but he still worried about you. “I feel worse now than I did before.” You admitted. Barry just nodded his head. He helped you on your feet and lead you into the bed. “I’ll be right back okay?” He told you as he laid you down on the bed.

Originally posted by atravelgirl

And he was just like he said. He brought a bottle of ginger ale and plate with a few crackers on it. He placed those things on your bed side table. You sat up a little bit and reached for the ginger ale. You took a few sips of that and it settled your stomach at least. “You got to eat the crackers too, Y/N.” Barry reminded you.

“Yes, I know Doctor.” You said in a hoarse voice. You liked that nickname and Barry seemed too as well. “ Well as your doctor may I remind you, I am here to make you feel better.” He joked with you. You ate two crackers and drank a little more ginger ale. Barry sat at the end of bed watching you. You set everything down back on your bedside table and laid down.

“I’m tired again.” You yawned pulling the covers up. Then the second they are on you pull them off. You were hot again. “I haven’t given you anything for your fever yet! I forgot!” Barry exclaimed as he got up. He came back with two tyenol for you take. “Here you go, Y/N.” Barry said to you as he handed you your pills. “Thank you Barry.” You wiped your eyes.

“You get some rest, okay Y/N.” Barry tucked you in the bed and made you were all comfy and your pillows were fluffed and all. “Barry.” You said with you eyes already shut. “Yes?” Barry turned his head around. “Will you lay down me with me?.” You said it this time with your eyes open. “Yeah okay.” Barry said climbing in the bed with you.

“Feel better Y/N.”

“Okay Love you Barry.”

“Love you too, Y/N” Barry told you as he pulled you against him.

The End!