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hey hi hello<3

I was wondering if you write for Jackson Avery (from gray's) with a male reader

|| it's okay if u don't feel free to ignore but if you do 👀 could I please order one of those with head cannons about them together (v fluffy)

if u can thank you<3 if you can't no worries<3

— 🥞☕ breakfast anon

It's me on the week of finals after going on a hiatus that will most likely come again when I move in a few weeks ahaha anyway here's the product of my Grey's hyperfixation hope it's okay <3

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Being With Jackson Avery Would Include...

Request - hey hi hello<3

I was wondering if you write for Jackson Avery (from gray's) with a male reader

|| it's okay if u don't feel free to ignore but if you do 👀 could I please order one of those with head cannons about them together (v fluffy)

if u can thank you<3 if you can't no worries<3

— 🥞☕ breakfast anon

Spoilers for the show (kinda), And I know this wasn’t a before and after starting dating request but I thought it would be cute to add a little more 

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!Before Dating)

- You two met through the merge of Seattle Grace and Mercy West and for a long ass time he didn’t like you, and you didn’t like him

- You were forced to talk to each other when you were stuck on a service together

- It was a lot of back and forth and passive-aggressive comments and shouting by an attending for you to give in and talk to Jackson without making a rude comment

- He in turn didn’t call you names or try to make himself seem smarter than you

- From then on, while you guys weren’t bff’s when given the chance you two would share small talk in elevator rides or walking out to the parking lot

- Over the months of getting to know him and the Mercy West people you two slowly did become best friends or as Mark Sloan likes to put it “best bros” and constantly comparing the two of you to him and Derek

- Without the fact that one of you has a massive crush on the other (it’s Jackson)

- He’s the one who confesses 

- In the parking lot after a long day of back-to-back surgeries and being stuck with you every step of the way

- It’s messy and jumbled and so not normal for Jackson, but that’s what made it so much better 

!Dating!

- For a long while, you two keep your relationship quiet even though you both know there won’t be a problem with you two being together given everyone supporting Arizona and Callie it was just the idea of you two getting out there, and then Jackson being top news for being an Avery and having a gay lover

- The first person to know was Lexie who came running into Jackson’s room to rant to him and found the two of you making out on his bed

- Safe to say she’s your number-one supporter

- Then it kinda goes from there on telling people, most people found you guys before you told said people and others heard from gossip before you told them

- But once it was out that you two were together, absolutely nothing changed which is what you were grateful for, except for Callie and Arizona wanting to go on double dates as a gay flex to the public 

- The two of you are “so cute it hurts,” as Mark mocked when he found the two of you holding hands while walking down a hallway

- While PDA wasn’t something that the two of you do often when around the hospital, outside of the hospital, it wasn’t normal to find the two of you apart

- At big events, the two of you match your suits and your ties and steal the show every time. 

- His mom adores you like every time this woman shows up, it’s all “where’s my son-in-law” or “there’s my second favorite guy,” and she smothers the Hell out of you every chance she gets

- Every chance this man gets, he’s expressing how much he loves you with little whispers or a quick peck on the cheek, you name it 

- You two are probably everyone’s favourite couple 

- So, in summary, you went from enemies to friends to lovers with the “gorgeous” Jackson Avery

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Dead On Your Feet

Prompts - Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

Summary -  Something that Ranboo wasn't counting on when he went on a walk was finding someone bleeding out, much less someone that was so similar to him Or In which Ranboo finds a dragon hybrid after they crashed in the snow and takes them home to heal them

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Injury, 

Pairing - C!Ranboo X Enderdragon!Reader

A/n - Did I write out a whole one-shot and then write a new one for this prompt? Yes. Yes, I did.

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“Stay awake.”

You mumble it to yourself like a prayer, eyes getting harder and harder to stay open in the cold. Your movements are slow, limbs feeling a thousand times heavier in the harsh cold of the tundra you're passing through. Every now and then, your wings give out, dropping you a bit before you catch the wind again. You're deathly pale from the cold, and a large cut rests on your back along your spine, still bleeding as you fly. Your head pounds from the injury on your head, blood covering the side of your face, staining half of your vision in a layer of red.

“Just a little further.” You promise yourself though you're still unsure of where you're going. The terrain you're flying over is unfamiliar to you; all you know is that you're going west, following where the sun is slowly beginning to fall towards the horizon line. “Just a little-” Your voice fails with your wings as you plummet from the sky, unable to catch the wind like before. Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to catch the wind or flap enough to fly, you wrap your wings around yourself and tuck your head down. A yelp leaves you as you crash into a forest area in the tundra, snow-covered branches only slowing your crash landing. You land in the snow with a groan, sliding a bit from where you hit before you came to a full stop. 

You uncurl your wings from around yourself; you lay in the snow and let out short huffs of air. A long moment passes before you try to at least sit up, your muscles ache for you to stop, and your body craves sleep. You're only able to push yourself up only an arm's length from the ground. Panting, you wince at the pain in your back as you move. 

Somewhere in the snowy forest, there’s a crunch in the snow, footsteps drawing closer to you as you shiver and bleed out in the cold. A figure appears, moving behind the trees as your arms give out, making you lay on the snowy ground once more, the side of your face against the snow. The figure slowly approaches you, breaking the small tree line till they’re just a few feet away from you. Tired eyes look up at them, catching the vibrant eyes that stare down at you in curiosity. 

With very little energy, you try to shift back in the snow, only to groan in pain and give up on what you believe would be your second death. As your vision blurs, the figure walks closer and kneels down, unclasping the cloak from their shoulders and wrapping it around you, gently pulling your wings to your body to move them under the cloak. “I got you.” His voice is calming, almost soothing to you, as he moves you to be able to be picked up. “This is gonna hurt.” He picks you up, holding you close to his chest in an attempt to keep you warm. 

You groan at the movement, your head against his shoulder. He starts walking instantly off in some direction. At some point during the walk, you finally pass out from exhaustion, becoming limp in the stranger’s arms.

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The bright light of day burns through the window, laying a strip of light across your eyes. Your eyes screw tighter as you stir from your sleep, groaning as you turn your head to try and hide from the daylight. Slowly, you open your eyes and are met with an unfamiliar room and bandages all over your body. Purple eyes move around the room and find no one other than you in the room. Shifting, you slowly push yourself up on the bed, groaning at the pain in your back. you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Reaching your hand to your head, you feel the bandages wrapped around your head and groan at the pulsing that hits you at the acknowledgment of the wound.

Relieved, you drop your hand before slowly pushing yourself off of the bed, and the second you are up straight, you stumble forward, and your knees give out. You hit the wooden floor with a soft thud, your wings shuddering in pain behind you. Somewhere in the house, there’s a different thud and then movement, making you panic as you scoot back on the floor till your back presses against the bed, making you hiss. 

The footsteps approach the room, and the door opens to show the person from before she had blacked out, only now she can see them clearly. They stand tall, with black and white hair that matches their skin and barely reaches their jawline. It was clear that they were a hybrid by just about everything about them. There's a certain pull about them that reminds you of home. You two are in a stand-off for a long moment, neither trying to move in any way. Both hybrids are unsure of where to go from here, both very unsure of what the other is capable of. 

“You should be in bed.” He voices, watching you shift uncomfortably. You don't say anything, trying to figure out if you should trust him or not. “You were on your last legs when I found you; if I was gonna-ya know-I would have out there.” He insists, hoping that would aid in your internal dilemma. He steps forward cautiously, holding his hand out to you; there’s a gold band on his pinky finger as well as one with some kind of green gem in it on his middle finger. You stare at his hand for a moment before taking it and letting him help you stand up and then sit on the bed. “Is it okay if I change your bandages?” 

You hesitate before nodding, watching him with cautious eyes as he moves around the room before he pulls up a chair beside the bed. Gently, he takes your right arm and undoes the bandages to show off all the little cuts that have since healed and no longer need to be dressed before doing the same to the other. 

“Can I ask what your name is?” His voice is soft as he gently cleans a large cut on the back of your hand. The washcloth he uses is dipped into a healing brew before being applied, aiding in the healing process of your wounds. 

You let out a hiss as he cleans and dresses the cut. “Y/n.” Your voice is quiet and cracks a bit, leading him to offer you the glass of water from the bedside table, you down half of it before setting it aside again. 

The man hums, suddenly standing up from the chair. You flinch at his movement, backing up on the bed as though he is going to do something to you. Your wings flare up despite the pain it causes you; you can't help it it's your body’s attempt at making yourself look bigger in the face of danger. He pauses all movements, staring at you and your barely stretched-out wings. “It’s alright.” He promises his hands up with his palms facing you. 

“Sorry.” You mumble, fiddling with your hands as he unwraps the bandage from around your head. 

“It’s alright.” He insists, looking at the cut on your head. “Do you remember what happened?” One hand pushes back your hair while the other cleans the cut that follows along your hairline. He’s cautious of accidentally bumping the dark horns on your head, the right one of which is broken, the faint cracks that travel down to the base faintly puls a purple color that matches your eyes. “You have quite the cut here, so I wanna make sure you don’t have brain damage.”

What happened to you comes to you in flashes, moments of chains, and pillager laughter. A ripping pain from your head and the burning cut down your back makes you shiver. You get lost in the broken memories of your time wherever you were, zoned out as the man wraps your head. As soon as his touch leaves you, you focus back on him and give him a small nod.

“That’s good.” He notes. “I’m gonna change the one on your back, okay?” You look at him for a moment before nodding. “Just turn a bit for me?” You shift on the bed, turning your back to him. He cuts the bandages away, and you wrap your arms around her chest. “Sorry about the whole missing shirt thing; I had to remove it to get to the cut.” 

“It’s okay…”

Mismatch eyes glance at you, “Ranboo.” 

You hum, flinching from his touch when he probes the cut along your spine. He mumbles out another apology as his touch changes to be gentle after that, cleaning the wound carefully to not hurt you too much. “Thank you.” 

He covers the healing wound, and with your help, he wraps your back and chest, maneuvering around the bases of your wings. “Don’t mention it, couldn’t just leave you to freeze in the snow.” He replies, starting to put away the healing supplies as you turn in the bed. “Are you hungry?” You look up as he turns fully to look at you. 

You give a small nod, your attention now drawn to the window. Outside of the building, it snows, a drastic change from when you had woken up. Ranboo takes a moment, observing you and the faraway look in your eyes as you stare at the snowfall. For the moment, you're a person of few words he’s concluded, of course, that could be due to shock or whatever trauma you've gone through before he’d found you. Regardless of what happened, he was prepared to help you through it.

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A Hair's Breadth From Death

Prompts - Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

Summary - Getting a second chance at saving the world is rare; nine times out of 10, you and the team usually get it first try. And yet here you are, as Strange said on Titan. In the Endgame.  Or  In which fighting Thanos for the second time didn’t go quite as well as you thought it would.

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Injury, Death!, Endgame Spoilers (you never know), Others (?)

Pairing - Tony Stark X Avenger!Reader

A/n - You take the place of Pepper family-wise.

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There’s a moment of stillness as the dust settles on the battlefield. The mood was lifted in a way, everyone taking in their bask of victory as they watched Thanos’ army turn into that same dust that most of them had five years ago. You finally take a full breath, allowing your guard to drop as you smile back, pressed against a piece of debris. It was refreshing in a way, the first breath after the enemy was defeated. It was such a familiar feeling to you, given how many times you’ve been in battle. War was a common friend to you.

“You okay?” Your eyes dart to those of Steve Rogers, your friend and comrade. You were glad that he was okay, that he seemed to overcome the injuries from his first go at Thanos when he first showed up at the base. 

You nod, giving him a smile and thumbs up that has him smiling back at you. Your eyes drift from him to those around you, almost as if you’re taking a head count. You couldn’t have any casualties after Natasha; you weren’t sure if you could handle it. Then you recalled Tony, how he fought Thanos, and for the life of you, you couldn’t see his smug face. You were sure that he would be bragging, parading about how he killed Thanos. Yet you couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. 

“Have you seen Tony?” Steve follows your wondering gaze and frowns, both of you watching Rhodey land not too far away from them. Your heart sinks when you watch his helmet drawback, and he almost kneels down. “No.” You whisper, passing Steve with quick steps as you watch Peter land in front of Tony’s damaged figure. 

You slow to a halt in front of him, steadying Peter when he stumbles back into you. Tears build in your eyes as you stare down at your best friend, your partner in crime. You’re not even sure if he can see you with the way that he just blankly stares ahead like he’s looking straight through you. You raise your hand to cover your mouth, a sob getting muffled in the process. 

“Tony.” You kneel down in front of him, reaching out gently to take his hand in yours. It’s cold in your hand; it just breaks your heart more. “Hey.” Your voice cracks as you speak to him; you don’t know what to say to him. With the condition of his head, you’re not even sure if he can hear you fully, if at all. 

You’re almost shocked when he manages to speak; his voice barely raises above a whisper. “Hey, Y/n.” He doesn’t smile; your name doesn’t have the same bounce to it like when he normally says it.

“Tony, look at me.” His head lolls to the side a bit, eyes on yours, and your lip trembles at the sight. “Friday?” Your voice cracks as you question the AI despite the fact that you know there’s nothing you can do for him. 

“Vitals critical.” The AI calls back, and even she’s sad to see him like this. You just nod, closing your eyes for a moment before you’re back to looking at him.

“We’re okay,” You smile sadly at him, squeezing his hand. “You hear me? We’re gonna be okay.” You insist, raising your joined hands to rest over the reactor on his chest; the light flickers ever so slightly. “Hey,” He blinks at you, and you squeeze his hand again. “I love you so much. You did a good job, Tony. It’s okay. You can go if you have to.” Your heart churns with every word that leaves you. 

You watch as he weakly squeezes your hand back. Then you watch the light on his chest fade out. His hand falls from yours. He was gone, just like that. If there was anything at this moment that you were grateful for, it was that you got to say goodbye to him, that you got to tell him that you were going to be okay because of what he did.

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Nowhere To Run

Prompts - Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Summary - Fighting Spider-Man wasn’t on your agenda today, and yet here you are, limping through the doors of home after running from the menace.  Or  In which you get found by Spider-Man while on a walk, and you end up with more bruises than Otto remembers being on you when you left. 

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Injury, Others (?)

Pairing - Otto Octavius (Doc Ock) X Reader

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You can’t help but check behind you every few seconds, making sure that you weren’t being followed because the last thing that you needed today was to be cornered by Spider-Man, of all people. It had already happened once and forced you to change up the way that you were going home, which now made you late for dinner, which really was just the icing on the cake. You could hold your own in a fight with the Spider-Man; you had to when dating Otto Octavius (or, as the news took to calling him, Doc Ock). 

You could only imagine how worried the scientist must be as you hide in yet another alley to avoid both Spider-Man and the prying eyes of the public, who would out you the first chance they got just to see the hero of the city. “Jesus doesn’t this guy have literally anything better to do.” You whisper to yourself, catching sight of the red suit flash by as he swings down the street. 

Getting home was easy after you lost the Spider. What wasn’t easy was getting up the stairs to even get through the front door. Your ribs were definitely bruised; every breath you took seemed to just hurt you more than it did you good. The upside was that nothing seemed to be broken, which is a win in your book. You slipped in after one last check to make sure that you weren’t being followed by a certain masked hero.

“Otto?” You called out, making sure to close the door behind you. Somewhere, deep in the house, you can hear the unmistakable mechanical whirling sound of his extra arms along with the noise of his tools hard at work doing who knows what. You lean your head back against the door for a second with a sigh, finally able to catch your breath. 

The noise of the tools comes to a halt, and there’s a clattering before you can hear his footsteps. “I was starting to wonder about you, my lo-” He stops, standing opposite of you at the start of the hallway. You can almost see the gears in his head turn as he looks you over before he walks closer to you. “What happened?” His head tilts ever so slightly as he raises a hand to your face to get a look at the cut on your lip. 

“Had a run-in with our not-so-friendly neighborhood Spiderman,” You inform him with a smile. The metal arms behind him practically hiss at the sound of the hero. “I totally won, though, don’t worry.” You laugh, and he just continues to frown, looking you over for injuries. 

“Next time I see him, I swear I’ll-”

“Do nothing because the last thing I need is for you to get hurt.” You cut him off, cupping his face in your hands. His expression instantly softens when you hold him, giving in (for now). He couldn’t quite understand why you weren’t all for him teaching Spiderman a lesson, but if you didn’t want him to do it, then he wouldn’t. “Could I get some ice, maybe?” He snaps out of the little trance you seemed to put him in and nods, turning to walk to the kitchen. 

One arm hisses as it moves and wraps you up as gently as possible to carry you with him with little effort. Without fail, it gets you to laugh every time, and that’s enough for him to be content with not going out and hunting down Spiderman. “You’ve gotta be careful out there, darling.” He sighs, setting you down on the countertop as he rummages in the freezer for an ice pack. 

“Hey, I was. The man came out of nowhere; I was minding my business.” You defend, raising your hands in defense. “He was just looking for a fight.”

“Always is.” He turns back to you, holding the ice pack out to you. You take it with a smile, pressing it to your side as he stands in front of you, soothing your hair back (unless you don’t have hair, in which case he’s rubbing your arms soothingly). “You okay, my dear?”

You smile up at him, reaching up and pulling him gently by the collar of his sweater. “Now I am.” You press a kiss to his lips, feeling him smile into the kiss.

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A Little Out Of The Ordinary

Prompts - Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Summary - What was supposed to be a normal day of teaching quickly turns into a fight to stay alive when villains invade the USJ Facility. Or In which you and Aizawa get injured trying to protect your students. 

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Mention of death, Violence, Season 1 spoilers (you never know), Others (?)

Pairing - Shouta Aizawa X ProHero!Reader

[ Your Quirk - molecular acceleration, which allows you to charge objects with energy and make them explode (For reference, look up Gambit as the idea is his mutant power!) ]

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Every inch of you felt like it was on fire. You could barely breathe, a weight pressed against your chest; it felt like your ribs were going to cave in. Your hands shake with the overuse of your quirk; everything was done in an attempt to buy time that now feels like was spent. You lay on your back on the ground, bleeding from wounds you couldn’t see that are scattered across your body. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Everything was fine one minute; you had come along to assist in teaching class 1-A at the USJ Facility, and quickly, it became one of your biggest mistakes. No one could have foreseen the villains letting themselves in, fueled with the knowledge that All Might was supposed to be there, and when he wasn’t, they threatened your students. What happened after that was lost in the haze of your mind. You couldn’t remember most of the fighting as it was like second nature. 

What did come to mind was the man who almost destroyed Aizawa’s arm with a touch and the creature. Said creature made quick work of the two of you when instructed; it didn’t even flinch when it was pelted with explosions. Aizawa’s quirk didn’t work on it in the slightest either, which made you pray that All Might was on his way, that any of the teachers were coming to check on them. 

Your teary eyes drag along the ground, catching all the spots of blood that are splattered on the floor till your eyes reach Aizawa lying not too far away from you. His head had been slammed down to the floor after he’d stopped the leader from hurting the students. Your hands scratch at the weight on your, now registering that the creature is pressing you to the floor with its other hand. The creature didn’t spare you so much as a glance as you leave marks that only stay for a second on its hand. 

With the little breath you’re able to take in; you cough up blood that runs down the side of your face, pooling on the floor. Your quirk could only do so much to keep you alive as it speeds up the molecules and cells in your body to heal at the cost of your energy and stamina. “Sho-” You cough, interrupting your attempt to call out to him, to see if he is alive as he lays on the ground. 

One of your students, Izuku Midoriya, launched out of the water, prepared to attack the villain who tried to kill another student. The creature moved faster than anyone could have expected as it let you and Aizawa go in exchange for taking the hit from Midoriya. Everything in your body wanted you to get up to save them when the villain made another move to kill Tsu, but all of your injuries kept you on the floor. 

Everyone’s heads turn when the front doors to the facility are blasted open, and in walks All Might with a frown for the first time in a long time. He was quick to move and easily took down any villains in his way. You gaze up at him as he stands over you and Aizawa, saddened to see your friend have to see you like this. He makes quick work of scooping you and Aizawa up and then saving the kids, and in the blink of an eye, you were closer to the stairs with Aizawa and the students. 

“He’s unconscious; head to the entrance. Iida’s gathering the other teachers. Get them help.” He doesn’t even look back at them before he’s off fighting again. All that mattered to you at that moment was that Aizawa was alive, dying, but for the moment, he was alive. 

It was tricky getting you and Aizawa to the other students, but they managed it. When they reached the top of the stairs, thanks to Uraraka’s assistance with her quirk, you caught sight of Thirteen, who was also in bad shape. They put the three of you on the ground together, and you couldn’t help but reach out to Aizawa, taking his hand in yours and willing your body to use your quirk to heal him to the best of your ability. While doing major healing was clearly not what your quirk was meant for, it seemed to be the only thing that was going to keep him alive at the moment as it tried desperately to stitch together injuries that you couldn’t see. 

Everything after that came in flashes as you dipped in and out of consciousness. You recall the other teachers arriving, them saving the students, Hizashi trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t hear past the ringing in your ears. You could feel it, the toll on your body that overusing your quirk caused in the way that your body seemed to burn from the inside and how even when your eyes were open, your vision was blurred and dark. 

The next time you could see, you’re in a hospital room. The upside is that you can breathe better now, lying in the hospital bed instead of on the floor of the USJ facility. You groan, shifting in the bed to get a better look around, and when you do, you find yourself freezing, catching sight of Aizawa in the bed not too far from yours. Your heart aches for him, seeing him laying there, covered in bandages. 

He was alive. And that’s all that matters to you.

Between the two of you is Hizashi’s, asleep in the chair with his feet kicked up on the edge of your bed. Shifting, you gently knock Hizashi’s feet, startling the blonde awake. He gasps, nearly falling out of the chair. “The He-” He pauses, eyes catching onto yours, and a wide smile breaks across his face as he scoots the chair closer to you. “You’re awake!” He boasts, making you smile. “Oh, this is great! I have to call Nezu and let him know-”

“Is he okay?” You cut him off, watching his confusion for a second before he looks behind him at the sleeping man. 

“They said he’ll make a full recovery, but he has yet to wake up. But you know how he is anyway.” You nod, holding back the urge to laugh at the sleeping man. “They said his injuries were bad, but your quirk seemed to save anything from bleeding too bad.” He takes a long moment of silence before taking your hand in his. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You smile, watching Hizashi’s mood instantly bounce back as he jumps to his feet and makes his exit, claiming that he was going to go call Nezu and let him know of the news. Your eyes trail back to Aizawa, the smile on your face falling as you stare at your friend and co-worker. “We’re gonna be okay, Sho.” You tell him, though you doubt he can hear you at all. “We’re gonna be okay.”

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I loved Bi pride with John Murphy! It was amazing! Could you please write an imagine with Murphy in season 1 era where one of the delinquents is talking bad about reader and Murphy beats them up and reader helps to clean up Murphy’s wounds and they kiss and it’s very soft? ❤️🥰

Me? Posting after like a month of radio silence? Unheard of and very likely to happen again.

Anyway hope you like it! <3

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Talk Smack, Get Smacked

Request - I loved Bi pride with John Murphy! It was amazing! Could you please write an imagine with Murphy in season 1 era where one of the delinquents is talking bad about reader and Murphy beats them up and reader helps to clean up Murphy’s wounds and they kiss and it’s very soft? ❤️🥰

Angst/Fluff 

Warnings -  Violence, Blood, Cursing?, Other(?)

Pairing - John Murphy X Reader

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“Does Y/n ever stop talking?”

“I know, right? They’re annoying as hell. Like, shut the hell up for once.”

What?

The moment he heard your name get mentioned, he was tuned into their conversation. He’d heard bits and pieces before because of how loud they were talking but didn’t care until they mentioned you. It was no secret to the camp that the two of you were an item with the way that he paraded you around at his side for laughs. You two are together more often than not, which had everyone teasing, “where’s your better half?” every time they see Murphy alone. 

So it was a huge mistake on their part to start talking shit right beside Murphy, who has a history of beating up fellow members of the 100. Murphy’s eyes shift from his current task and move towards the pair that are standing a little bit away from him. The two boys laugh to each other, neither noticing Murphy’s threatening glare as they continue to bad mouth his partner. 

“And them being with Murphy? You’d have to be brain dead to go for that jerk.”

Murphy’s eye twitched, his blood boiling as his anger towards the two rises. Who did these nobodies - these expendable idiots - think they were to be talking about you like that? You who helps out all the time around the camp. You’re out there when a hunting party goes out; you check the spike walls nearly every night, you do whatever Bellamy or Clarke asks of you; you’re the model survivor. So for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why they were talking about you like you were worthless cause he’s pretty sure this place would spiral if it weren’t for you. 

“They’re a whore; I heard they messed around with a couple of guy-”

That was enough for Murphy to justify his actions later when Bellamy would yell at him for what he was about to do to these poor kids. In front of the whole camp, Murphy punches one of them clean across the face, knocking the kid to the ground with little effort. Heads turn and eventually, a crowd forms around them as Murphy fights the two of them. 

You, of course, had caught on to the crowd forming and curiously joined in, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. Bellamy could be heard shouting from the dropship for them to break it up. You weren’t shocked to see that it was Murphy who was fighting in the circle. What had shocked you was how well he held up against the two of them and ended up with the two of them on the floor. By the time Bellamy was at the front of the crowd, Murphy had one of them by the collar of their shirt and was laying into them. 

“You talk about them ever again!” He shouts at the kid, punishing him again despite Bellamy’s yelling for him to stop. “I’m gonna beat you to death next time you hear me?” The kids nod and Murphy pushed the one he’s holding back on the ground before standing up. The crowd starts to disperse and Bellamy basically drags him away instantly before he got to see your reaction. 

The next time you see Murphy he’s tending to the little wounds he sustained in the fight. Little words are exchanged when you take the cloth from him and clean his wounds. “What happened?” You ask him, eyes not leaving the cuts on his knuckles. 

Murphy doesn’t look up either, huffing out a breath. “They were talking shit.” Is all he says and you glance up at him, reaching up to brush back his hair from his face. 

There’s a cut on his cheek which makes you tilt his head up to clean it. “So you beat them up?” He just hums and you smile, leaning down and pecking his lips. “You kicked ass from what I saw.”

Murphy smirks, living for the ego boost that was just handed to him. “Damn right I kicked their asses.” He reaches out, wrapping his arms around your waist as you stand in front of him, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you again. “Talk smack, get smacked.”

“That your catchphrase now?” 

“Shut up.”

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That moment when you make a really nice masterlist and it suddenly breaks and you wanna cry a bit cause now you gotta redo it and you're just like all I wanted to do was add my new post and now it's broken. fml

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Ok Sugar Daddy Jensen Ackles x Sugar baby Male Reader.....

I can't come up with a plot so I'm thinking something similar but different to pretty women. And add smut pls with top Jensen and bottom male reader this time pls (again can you make the smut long) but I'm thinking Jensen is still an actor so maybe he takes the reader to a movie premiere or something ❤️

This took so fucking long to write and I'm so sorry about that but I hope it's okay <3

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Could Just Eat You Up

Request - Ok Sugar Daddy Jensen Ackles x Sugar baby Male Reader.....I can't come up with a plot so I'm thinking something similar but different to pretty women. And add smut pls with top Jensen and bottom male reader this time pls (again can you make the smut long) but I'm thinking Jensen is still an actor so maybe he takes the reader to a movie premiere or something ❤️

Smut

Warnings - Smut (duh) [ Praise/Degredation kink, Honorifics, Top/Bottom dynamic, Dirty talk, Overstimulation, Others ], Cursing,

Pairing - Jensen Ackles X Sugar Baby!Male!Reader

[ I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been having trouble finding the motivation to write so I’m sorry if this isn’t as nice as you wanted it to be and I lowkey just made it a smut with plot peppered in lol ]

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“You did amazing today, I forgot to mention that.” Jensen praises, pulling at the tie around his neck. You look at him as you close the door. It was late; the two of you had just arrived back from your first movie premiere. The clothes you’re in are beyond expensive, something that was repeatedly noted when the paparazzi asked you about your designer and who got it for you; you’re currently looking at him. 

Your relationship with the actor wasn’t public, and while you were okay with that, there were still moments that you just wanted everyone to know. Like today, how badly you wanted him to do anything to you all day the second you saw him in that suit. 

“And you look amazing.” He smiles at you, stepping closer to you. “I forgot to mention that as well.” He adds, and you smile right back at him as he undoes the tie around your neck, tugging it off. “So handsome, I could just eat you up.” He whispered the last part while leaning closer to your lips, ghosting over each other. 

Your breath hitches as you look at him, face hot and a shiver running through you from head to toe, you couldn’t get enough of him. “Then eat me.” You say back without second thought and his eyes seem to grow darker with desire as he stares at you. You go to repeat it but he pulls you into a kiss, making a muffled mph leave you. 

Everything about him is intoxicating. You kiss him back, arms around his neck as his hands find your hips, holding you steady as he walks you back so that your back is against the door. You’re panting when he pulls back to trail hot kisses down the side of your neck and jaw. You tilt your head back to hit the door as his kisses on your neck turn into sucking and biting that has you letting out breathy moans. 

“Do you know how hard it was to not kiss you during the premiere?” He mumbles out against your bruising skin. “To pretend that you’re just my friend, someone that I take to premieres as just my plus one?” He goes on, biting down on your neck while helping you shrug off your suit jacket. 

His movements are rushed as he pulls at your shirt, yanking it, so buttons pop off. He’s quick to mumble about how he was going to replace the shirt and anything else. “Jensen.” You gasp his name as he bites down your neck to your chest, where he leaves more bite marks. It became his favorite place to leave them because only the two of you would know that they’re there, like a secret between the two of you.

You run a hand through his hair while he rub circles on your hips. You whine against him, desperate for him to touch you more as your body grows hot with arousal that’s clear with the ever-growing bulge between your legs. One of his hands trails from your hip to your cock over your clothes. Your breathing picks up as he cups you over your clothes and teasingly moves his hand till you’re trying to rut against his hand. 

“Seems that I’m not the only one desperate.” He smiles against your skin, pressing a kiss to the skin before he pulls back, admiring the work he’s done to your skin. 

“You’d be desperate too if you saw how good you look.” Your voice and he chuckles, undoing your belt and pulling it through the loops with a tug that makes your knees weak. You hear the belt clank to the floor when he tosses it and undoes the button of your pants and stops, lips meeting yours. 

“Is this okay?” He asks, no matter what, he always asked even if you were in the middle of a heated scene, he always asked (#consentiskeyfolks). You nod, breathing out a “yes” when he still doesn’t move. He smiles, leaning forward and biting your lip before making quick work of your pants and instantly following is your underwear. 

Your cock springs out, throbbing and leaking precum for the man in front of you. You shudder as Jensen takes you in his hand, stroking you at a slow pace. “Fuck.” You breathe out, pushing out against his hand to get him to speed up his pace, making you moan slightly. 

“How’s that baby boy?” He questions, watching you melt at his touch. 

“Good.” You moan as his pace only quickens as he jerks you off. “So good.”

Jensen smirks, groaning under his breath at the sight before him. You’re starting to sweat, panting as he works you up right up against the front door. “Atta boy.” He praises as a moan leaves you, hands scratching at him over his suit jacket. “Such a good toy for me, huh?” He teases, his smirk growing when you shiver at his words, hips thrusting against his hand. He chuckles, watching you whine when he slows his pace. “You’re so easy, so desperate.” Jensen lists off, running his thump over your tip and watching you buck against his hand. “What do you want, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, trying to fish the words out of your foggy mind. “Please touch me.” You pant, and his head tilts to the side. 

“I’m already touching you; you’re gonna have to be more specific, use your pretty words, baby boy.” He presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“Please go faster.” You correct, he hums, and sure enough, he picks up his pace. You moan out a curse, then his name as his pace only increases, working you up towards your release. 

“You’re so handsome, I get why everyone was all over you.” He starts, licking a stip on your neck. “God, how badly I wanted to show them all, to pull you away from everyone you were talking to and kissing you. To show that you’re mine.” 

You groan at his words, open mouth panting at his touch. “Jensen I’m-fuck-I’m gonna-” You can’t even finish before you’re moaning his name, and he’s crouched down and taken you into his mouth. You jump at the action, not prepared for the feeling of him sucking you off as you reach your orgasm. Your legs shake slightly as you orgasm, moaning out his name as he sucks you till you can’t give him any more. 

You moan out a curse when he doesn’t stop, your hand falling to wind in his hair and try to pull him away. He doesn’t budge for a bit, content with hearing your whimpers and whines as he continues to suck your now sensitive cock till your legs threaten to give out. “Aww, what’s wrong? I thought you wanted me to eat you up?” He teases, standing up and pulling you into a rough kiss. “So I intend to do that for the rest of the night.”

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💋

<3

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Thoughts on Joker musical sequel? 🎶

Dude literally my friend read a tweet about it just as I opened Tumblr and saw this. Uhhhh I have no strong thoughts yet other than Gaga playing Harley would be very interesting.

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Hi, would it be okay for you to write a Mha headcanon about Shinsou meeting the reader, who has a singing quirk ? He/she ( i don't care about gender ) can hypnotise someone by touching them and singing. The effect lasts 5 minutes, after that, the reader must to touch the person again for the effect to last. ( I personnaly like to imagine the song being Disturbia from Rihannah ) The rest is up to you, feel free to change somethings if you want. Thank you for reading my request and good day to you 😙😙

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS! I HOPE YOU SAW IT AND LIKED IT THOUGH AND I HOPE THE CHANGES WERE OKAY! <3

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Enchanted

Request - Hi, would it be okay for you to write a Mha headcanon about Shinsou meeting the reader, who has a singing quirk ? He/she ( i don't care about gender ) can hypnotise someone by touching them and singing. The effect lasts 5 minutes, after that, the reader must to touch the person again for the effect to last. ( I personnaly like to imagine the song being Disturbia from Rihannah ) The rest is up to you, feel free to change somethings if you want. Thank you for reading my request and good day to you 😙😙

[ Hero Name - Peisinoe (a siren name meaning “affecting the mind”) ]

[ Request adjustment - Ths quirk also includes humming with ths singing factor, support item is a bo staff ]

Fluff

Warnings - Cursing?, Violence, Season 5 Spoilers/Joint Training Arc Spoilers, Monoma Narrorating and being a plot device,

Pairing - Hitoshi Shinsou X Fem!Reader

[ I hope it’s okay that I choose a female reader to if the roll! ]

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He had a way with motivation, you could give him that. “I don’t wanna see you sulking, I wanna see winners!” Vlad King all but roars at his class. 

You sigh, turning your attention towards Shiozaki as she raises an eyebrow to you. “Are you ready?” She asks and you take in a deep breath, nodding in confidence. “Okay, I do this with the utmost confidence that you’ll be perfectly okay.” She promises and, without further delay, wraps you in vines and launches you deep into the darkness of the weaving factory esk setting before letting you go. 

“You got this.” You whisper to yourself as you walk. Ahead you can hear footsteps, quick ones, prompting you to hiding, a hand over your mouth. It was like a scene in a horror movie, like you were hiding from the killer, but for you it was all part of the plan. 

You play over the plan in your head again and again, knowing every fine detail of both what could go right and what could go wrong. Pulling it off was enough for you even if you get caught in the end. 

“She’s hiding?” Midoria questions, watching the screen a long side the rest of the two classes. 

“Shinsou’s coming up on her!” Monoma laughs, a hand in his hair. “He has no idea he’s running right into a trap!” Class 1-A focus on their temporary classmate as he approaches the hidden student.

You could hear him getting close and closer, the tension was suffocating. With one hand, you extend your staff and stick it out, tripping the unsuspecting enemy. He’s quick to get back on his feet but you’re right behind him, hands cupping his face from behind as you hum right in his ear. You stare ahead, feeling all the tension in him from the surprise leave him. 

“That’s it.” You praise, trailing your hand down the side of his face before walking around to stand in front of him. “Just listen to me and you’ll be okay.” Your head tilts as you look up into the glazed over eyes of Hitoshi Shinsou. 

“Shinsou did you get-what the heck?” 

You look over the shoulder of the taller student and catch eyes with Denki Kaminari. A smirk falls to your face as you lean in again, one hand on the side of his neck, eyes still on Kaminari. Kaminari doesn’t move, cautious and not wanting to hit Shinsou with an attack. “It was enchanting to meet you.” You sing softly to him before pulling back and looking him in the eyes once again. “He’s trying to hurt me, save me, my hero.” 

Shinsou’s head snaps towards Kaminari and you back up, watching Shinsou charge at Kaminari. Kaminari yells, trying to get Shinsou to snap out of it. 

“What the hell?” Kirishima shouts as they stare in disbelief as Shinsou fights Kaminari. 

Monoma has yet to stop laughing since Shinsou tripped. “Our own little weapon! Y/N!” He shouts with a wide smile that mirrors Vlad Kings (despite the claims of being biased). “You’re not the only one with a brainwasher Class 1-A!” He mocked them. “Go Peisinoe!”

You extend the bo staff and step over a pipe, keeping your eyes on them, just in case he snapped out of it. For a moment, you glance down at the watch on your wrist, keeping track of five minutes, you were on minute 3 and counting down. “Please hero! Beat him!” You shout, stepping over another pipe.

“Come on man! She’s in your head!” He shouts, eyes catching sight of you retreating slowly into the darkness. Kaminari huffs, backing up form Shinsou and pulling when his arm’s caught in the capture bindings. “I’m sorry!” He suddenly lets out a small burst of electricity, shocking Shinsou in the process in the hopes of getting away. 

The colour returns to Shinsou’s eyes much to Kaminari’s relief. Shinsou blinks, “What the hell ma-Kaminari?” Shinsou questions, beyond confused before the blonde points over his shoulder. Shinsou looks over his shoulder and catches eyes with you before you turn and break into a run. “I got her!” He shouts, running after you. 

He catches up to you fast, using the binding tool to his advantage to swing on the pipes to catch up to you. You take in a sharp breath, whipping around and smacking him with the staff. Like a pinata, he drops out of the air and rolls to his feet. The two of you are in a stand off as he now makes sure to not get to close and you don’t open your mouth after hearing about his voice changer through the coms earlier. 

“Neat trick you’ve got there.” He starts, watching you shrug, jaw clenched to keep yourself from replying. “Getting me to fight my own teammate, it’s smart.” He compliments, jumping back when you take a wide swing, the staff twirling to knock away the cloth before it could reach you. 

He charges you, binding your hands when you reached to touch him, taking you by surprise with how fast he acted in having you basically hogtied on the ground. Shinsou leans down his knee against your back. “It was very enchanting to meet you.”

You ended up locked up with your team, losing the first round and dreading the look on Vlad King's face when you returned. While you lost, you couldn't stop thinking about Shinsou, who ended up coming to talk to you about your quirk similarities and asked if you wanted to train together sometime. All in all, it was a great training day.

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Hi. So I'm sorry if you're still waiting on me to do a request, my dumbass has been trying to get these done believe me. I'm trying to find the time and motivation to get to a couple of the ones that pique my interest as of right now so keep an out for that.

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hello love!! could i please request some yandere anthony dinozzo x fem!reader headcanons? it can get as dark as you want ❤️ thank you so so much!

I went possessive on it I hope it's okay <3