#huntheimpossible

[musicallisto]

Congrats love! Could I get an Assassins Creed ship please? 🍨 I’m female/straight. I’m creative, independent, confident in my own skin, and quite laid back. I have a sarcastic and witty sense of humor and love banter. However, i can be very impatient, somewhat cold (at first before I warm up to you) and stubborn. I’m also very good at reading people’s cues/body language. I love art, digital art, video effects/vfx, video game design and graphic design. Literally anything to do with art combined with technology I adore. I also love cosplaying and making my own costumes/props. I love playing video games and watching all sorts of movies (fantasy, sci fi, and espionage being my favorite genres). I don’t physically read much but I love audiobooks. I also love conspiracy theory podcasts. I also love kickboxing, and boxing. I love 80’s rock music (AC/DC, Guns N Roses, Queen, etc.)To contrast that I also adore soundtracks and will listen to them on repeat. Thanks love!

hi! I previously shipped you in the assassin’s creed fandom for an ID card, and while I also get some strong arno vibes with you, I would like to continue exploring what I originally wrote - just as edward kenway explores the seven seas by your side...

The Assassin’s order trusted you entirely. You were valuable, strong, skilled, intelligent, and capable; and, being a young woman in a world ruled by old men, you were far too often underestimated by your enemies... until it was too late for them to repent.

Edward, on the other hand... not so much, at the beginning.

Sure, there was an element of male pride to it. Never had he been accustomed to sharing his ship, missions, and trophies, with another person. Sure, he always worked with a crew, and welcomed everyone who desired to join him and do the right thing across the seven seas, but the Assassins had been abudantly clear on that matter; you were not to be a mere crew member he could boss around, you were the Caribbean’s finest element, and ought to be respected almost as a second captain.

With chafed Edward’s self-importance a little bit.

He had spent all his life desperately trying to prove that he was worthy of more than the peaceful, farmer boy life, that he was a commander and a liberator, and there you were, and everything seemed handed to you.

But you knocked him down a peg (or a few, actually) when you snapped at him for the first time, reminding him that you had sacrificed much more than he, an Englishman, could ever imagine.

And besides, he couldn’t deny it anymore. No matter how much it wounded his pride, you were undeniably impressive and, well, Edward much prefered having you as an ally on his ship than an enemy the Templars’.

Eventually he warms up to you, and gives you one of the most important positions on the Jackdaw: the armorer, and also the one who teaches every newcomer how to fight.

Long range, point blank, firearms, bladed weapons... you even do manning the cannons.

Well, you instruct each new arrival, but also those who have been aboard for a long time... and even Edward himself.

Which is not the easiest thing you’ve ever had to convince him to do, but not he hardest one, either. Your resolution of steel has carried out much further than convincing your proud little captain that he needs some training with you.

“Come on, Edward. You know your sparring is rusty. This is an act of benevolence on my part.”

“Is it?”

“Well, not entirely. I also really want to beat you up.”

He couldn’t possibly tell you, but he doesn’t entirely loathe losing to you. Your victorious grin is the most ravishing sight he’s ever seen, more than any age-old golden treasure or turquoise bay.

He event lets you add a few... “improvements” to the ship, given how much you love technology.

And he’ll order that the most beautiful paintings and artwork you steal from enemy ships go adorn your quarters.

Fighting is fun, of course, but parties on the ship are more fun. Everyone always gets piss drunk and you, despite handling your alcohol pretty well, sway across the deck like the reeling of the ocean. All the lights are on and an air of perfect euphoria washes over the ship, as though no battle nor tempest could ever sink you.

In those moments, both you and Edward are a bit less inhibited, less stubborn and worried about your pirate plans, and therefore easier to talk to. He’ll even risk asking you for a merry dance in front of all his crew.

“Aye, captain, what’s got into you?”

“Don’t know. Sea air’s rotting my brain.”

You consider it for a moment. You wouldn’t dance for anyone else...

Then again, Edward is not exactly anyone else. Underneath his rugged exterior is the soul of a man who wants to do what’s right and prove his worth, so dedicated to his moral code and his companions; and, above all, in ways only you two can understand, kind to you.

So you dance.

Just this once.

Well. Maybe you’ll dance once more, at the next party.

But just once more.

Or twice more.

Or actually, as many times as your heart will desire. Your life is too frail and uncertain, and people like Edward too rare, to throw them away to the claws of uncertainty and stubbornness.

800 follower sleepover

[randomfandomimagine]

Hi, this is an application for your fandom family! My name is Anshu (@huntheimpossible), I’m a Slytherin digital artist from the US and my birthday is on the 26th of July. My five characters are The Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Bruce Wayne (The Dark Knight Trilogy), Merlin (BBC Merlin), Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) and Sam winchester (Supernatural). Thank You!!!

Hi, Anshu! You’ve been added as the Tenth Doctor!

JOIN MY FANDOM FAMILY!

[a-dorin]

Ok I literally bought the dvds for Doctor Who on amazon cause I was so desperate and full of nostalgia. I miss that fandom sm.

I NEED TO.

it used to be free on amazon prime video for the longest time but then they switched to bbc’s platform so that kinda pissed me off 😀

who was your favorite? mine was eleven, then nine!

[actuallysaiyan]

Can I please ask for a Doctor Who matchup? I am 5’1, with an athletic build, tanned brown skin, dark brown eyes, and long wavy black hair. I wear black cat eye glasses and a tomboy grunge ish type style. I am straight and an istp with some estp tendencies (esp with my close friends). My pronouns are She/Her. My favorite color is olive/army green, my favorite artist to listen too is Vixen. I am generally a really chill person and tend to go with the flow. I am a very sarcastic person and have a witty sense of humor. I’m quite the cunning person as well. I tend to thrive on my own and am very much a lone wolf doing what I want when I want. I am quite blunt and won't sugarcoat my opinions. I find it very hard to trust people and will use sarcasm and humor to cover up any feelings. I usually only open up my true feelings if I’ve been friends with you for ages and trust you. I am a little bit of a rebel. When everyone goes right I’ll find some way to make left work. Going off that I am very good at solving problems in the moment (if they’re not emotional). I suck at feelings and emotions. I’m quite detached in that way. However, my closest friends can always get my softer side out. I’m a digital artist, with a passion for video game design, and visual effects. I adore anything to do with art and technology. I’m also quite the sci-fi geek. I love true crime too. I also adore working out, especially kickboxing and weight lifting. Thanks!!

I ship you with... Donna Noble!

WHY

You and Donna both can be very sarcastic and blunt, but you both are very passionate and want to do things a little differently than most people.

You and Donna met when the Doctor realized how much a good match you both were. She mouthed off a little, but you threw it right back at her. She was impressed at how witty you were and this made her a little attracted to you. As time went on, you both realized how well you mesh together and the relationship followed very shortly. Both of you like to go on adventures together with the Doctor, and you're both clever and helpful at working out problems together. The Doctor is grateful that you're both together, but sometimes he wonders if it was such a good idea to play matchmaker. You're a force to be reckoned with, and especially together is it hard to try and pull the wool over your eyes. Donna likes to spend alone time with you as well, and she doesn't mind a night in watching some true crime shows and just relaxing. You make Donna feel so important, and even when you can't put your feelings into words, just being with her makes her feel special.

Donna loves you and she's happy she's found someone who is as witty and sarcastic as her!

[melissa-kenobi]

Congrats lovely!! Can I please ask for a ship? I am 5’1, with an athletic build, tanned brown skin, dark brown eyes, and long wavy black hair. I wear black cat eye glasses and a tomboy grunge ish type style. I am straight and an istp with some estp tendencies (esp with my close friends). My pronouns are She/Her. My favorite color is olive/army green, my favorite artist to listen to at the moment is Vixen. I am generally a really chill person and tend to go with the flow. I am a very sarcastic person and have a witty sense of humor. I’m quite the cunning person as well. I tend to thrive on my own and am very much a lone wolf doing what I want when I want. I am quite blunt and won't sugarcoat my opinions. I find it very hard to trust people and will use sarcasm and humor to cover up any feelings. I usually only open up my true feelings if I’ve been friends with you for ages and trust you. That is to say if I do trust you I will always look out for you and help. I am a little bit of a rebel. When everyone goes right I’ll find some way to make left work. Going off that I am very good at solving problems in the moment (if they’re not emotional). I suck at feelings and emotions. I’m quite detached in that way. I’m a digital artist, with a passion for video game design, and visual effects. I adore anything to do with art and technology. I also love building things as well and just love working with my hands. I’m also quite the sci-fi geek. I love true crime as well. I also adore working out, especially kickboxing and weight lifting. Thanks!!!

Hii Anshu 💕💕

Firstly thank you so much sweetie!! xx

Now, this one pains me to say it but I ship with Obi-Wan Kenobi (my space husband). I was conflicted beteeen Poe Dameron and Obi-Wan but then I thought Obi-Wan and you would be a brilliant match. Obi-Wan would adore you, and I mean adore you. You first caught his attention with your wit, throwing sarcastic comebacks at Anakin who was teasing you and he can honestly say that his heart literally jumped out his chest after hearing you decimate Anakin. I think the fact that you don't give a shit, are literally you're own person and will rebel if necessary, only makes him adore you even more. Obi-Wan loves and hates how you get on terribly well with Anakin, both of your causing trouble where it's not needed and knows that. It's what makes his heart soften a little with every thing you do.

I think Obi-Wan would be the first to discuss feelings with you, depsite the Jedi Code, he wanted to be with you however you were wary of him. Soon after, Obi-Wan would have won your trust, engaging himself with your interests, almost as if he wanted to impress you. So in respect you challenged him to a kickboxing match, and Obi-Wan being his confident self would never back down, however little he knows you only wanted to see what he would do. Nonetheless, you still won, kickboxing and his heart. He is amazed by your creativity and is always wanting to join in with something that you're doing and is always super supportive of it.

🥰🥰

[aemondtragaryen-archived]

vixen for the artist

thank you for sending! <3

Do I know them already?: yes | no 

If I don’t know them:

First song youtube took me to: Edge of a Broken Heart

First Impression: the 80s vibes are immaculate

Do I like it?: love it, a vibe for sure

Would I listen to more from them?: i will now

Rate (from what I heard): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

send me a music artist!

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

OKAY I LOVE YOUR PIKE STUFF. HOW AM I IN LOVE WITH A MIDDLE AGED GORGEOUS SILVER FOX??!! HE IS LITERALLY PERFECT, THANK YOU FOR THE CONTENT!!!

thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 I love him too 😫 i mean obviously 😂

[shipsforeveryone]

Could I get a Buffy, Dragon Age, Doctor Who, Peaky Blinders and Kingsman ship? Scenario: First Kiss with Doctor Who?

I’m Anshu.

I’m female/straight

chaotic neutral

leo

slytherin/thunderbird

enneagram 8w7

choleric temperament

I’m creative, independent, confident in my own skin, and quite laid back.

I have a sarcastic and witty sense of humor and love banter.

However, i can be very impatient, and stubborn.

I love art, digital art, video effects/vfx, video game design and graphic design. Literally anything to do with art combined with technology I adore.

I also love cosplaying and making my own costumes/props. I also love fashion design (bow ties rlly are cool 😂) and prop design as a result.

I love playing video games (my favorite being dragon age and assassins creed) and watching all sorts of movies (fantasy, sci fi, and espionage being my favorite genres).

I don’t physically read much but I love audiobooks. I also love conspiracy theory podcasts.

I also love kickboxing, boxing, inline skating and caster boarding.

I’m also very good at reading people’s cues/body language very easily.

I love 80’s rock music (AC/DC, Guns N Roses, Queen, etc.)

To contrast that I also adore soundtracks and will listen to them on repeat. Dragon Age Inquisition’s is just amazing.

Thanks!!!

Hi, Anshu! Sure thing! I Will put my answers under the Keep Reading. 

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

OTP - Spike

BrOTP - Oz

NOTP - Cordelia.

Dragon Age

OTP - Anders

BrOTP - Merrill

NOTP - Cassandra Pentaghast

Doctor Who

OTP - The 10th Doctor. Honestly, your personalities are very similar in a lot of ways. Yes, there are several differences but you highlight the best in each other. He would admire your confidence and laid back nature. Due to the fact that 10 is always on the go, your patience would rarely be tested. He'd want to learn more about your interests though he'd critique all of the scifi games on their accuracy or lack thereof. And you can guarantee that he'd allow you to blare 80's rock in the TARDIS all the time. 

First Kiss - The two of you would be in the middle of one of your playful and sarcastic banters when the Doctor wouldn't be able to resist the urge of grabbing you and kissing you passionately. After several moments he'd break the kiss and the two of you would break out into a fit of giggles before kissing again.

BrOTP- Captain Jack Harkness. The two of you would get into so much trouble if and when the Doctor ever let you out of his sight. Which is why it rarely happens. 

NOTP - Martha Jones.

Peaky Blinders

OTP - Thomas Shelby

BrOTP - Michael Gray

NOTP - Arthur Shelby Jr

Kingsman

OTP - Merlin

BrOTP - Ginger Ale (later Whiskey)

NOTP - Tequila

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Being Bruce Wayne’s First Biological Son And Your Relationship Development with Damian Headcannons

Characters: Damian Wayne X Brother!Reader, Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: None

Request: Bruce first biological son and damian relationship development headcanon

You were several years older than Damian- probably around the age of Dick and Jason, having grown up beside them. 

When you were growing up, your two brothers often referred to you as being ‘homemade’ while they were ‘store bought’, and the jokes continued with Tim.

Growing up with the press in your face, a question that always got asked to you by them was if there was a difference in how Bruce treated you compared to your brothers. You noted that you were raised and treated the exact same as the others, which you liked, but the question rubbed you the wrong way so you often responded along the lines of “Well he chose to have them, he didn’t get a choice with me” in a joking manner. 

When you met your little brother for the first time, it was…weird. 

There’s a 10 year difference at the minimum between you two. 

The second that Damian tried to use the fact that he was the biological son of Bruce against your brothers, you immediately shot it down by pointing out that he wasn’t special for it and he was actually the second born. 

Jason cackled at that. 

At first Bruce was scared that your comment would set Damian on a path of hatred and competing with you.

But surprisingly, kind of the opposite happened.

Damian has a strange respect for you. Bruce guessed it was because you were biologically related to him as a half brother, so he automatically thought he should have more respect for you.

Your brothers, instead of being upset that you automatically had an advantage in bonding with him, used it to their own advantage by having you be the one to deal with him when he was in a mood.

This only helped you bond with your little brother more, as he started to open up to you and talk to you about what was going on in his mind. 

When you find out about how Talia treated him as a child, you become hella protective over him. 

The press quickly learned to not go near Damian at events or in public, and absolutely not to confront him when he’s alone- you’ll give them hell for it, and Bruce will let you. They learnt that the hard way. Yeah it caused some eye catching tabloids, but when the videos came out of the full event, it was quickly swept under the rug. 

Despite Damian wanting to be taken seriously like an adult, he has no problem standing beside you and letting you put an arm around him to keep him close, especially in scary or dangerous situations. 

Also, you think that protectiveness is one way? Hell no. Damian loves his big brother, like hell is he gonna let someone hurt you! 

He can’t do much physically- Dick or Jason usually grab his collar before he can kick off, but that kid’s words are as sharp as knives and hurt just as much.

One time Penguin insulted you to try and get to you and make you lash out. You were calm. Damian called him a bitch. Bruce was far from impressed. Tim relayed the story to the others who laughed their asses off. 

Verbal swearing is not allowed, but middle fingers are fine and how you and Damian as well as your other brothers express love from a distance. As long as Bruce doesn’t see, it’s fine. 

He sees it. He just sighs and has long decided he’s given up on trying to stop his five sons. 

Essentially, you two are ride or die, and on a level that the others can’t fully comprehend, it terrifies them. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

*Not my gif

TAGS:  @theplacewhererobindied  @rebellionofthecattle @hello-love-youre-pretty  @courtneychicken​  @graysonmalfoy​ @bellero​ @originalpottervengerlock​ @supernatural-pan​ @esoltis280​ @lady-of-lies​ @lenaswritingandstuff @macbetheliza @mandywholock1980​ @cdwmtjb8​ @caswinchester2000​ @determinedpines​ @huntheimpossible 

[space-helen]

First Kiss Headcanons

Pairing: Leonard McCoy (TOS) x Reader

A/N: I hope this is ok!!! I enjoyed writing this one :) Headcanons are like

Request:  Hellooo How are you? I was wondering if u could write sum first kiss headcanons with TOS Mccoy??? - Anon

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- He is absolutely in denial that he likes you to begin with

- The others tease him about it because they can see it.

- Then he accepts it, maybe he does like you after all

- He becomes kinder to you, less brash and gives you more time

- There’s a power outage in your block of the ship as he’s visiting your quarters to drop something off.

- Your door is locked and neither of you can get out.

- Voices running down the corridor assure you that they’re working on getting everything in your block fixed.

- He’s angry, annoyed, and frustrated, but not at you.

- He can’t help but think it was a set-up.

- You’re blabbing along about missing your shift and the important work you were doing.

- “If it was so important why did you come back here instead of finishing it?”

- “I can’t go back on the promise to meet you? I’d feel like an ass. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing? You complain about everything-”

- That’s it. He’s closing the distance between the two of you and planting a kiss to your lips. 

- It’s only swift and he’s immediately apologetic as he pulls away.

- You pull him back in and kiss him again, deeper this time. When he pulls away you mutter “Don’t be sorry.”

- You kiss again and the lights turning on as the doors to your quarters opening has you pulling apart. 

- Jim is the other side with a smirk on his face “It’s about time.”

- McCoy rolls his eyes as you shut the doors to your quarters, turning towards the man with a smirk “It’s about time huh?”

Tag List: (open)

Bones: @cobe76 @ladyideal

Star Trek: @morganofthecoves1 @starfleetimagines @allthetrek@huntheimpossible @therapieliteratur

[little-diable]

Train - Tom Holland (smut)

Requested by lovely @earlgreydream​ Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Tom fucks the reader in an empty train compartment

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (m), pwp, just filthy public sex

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader (1.4k)

No longer could (y/n) sit still, legs trembling from constantly clenching her thighs together. She had been in a certain mood for days, hands aching to touch Tom’s skin, to trace the muscles she would kiss whenever she’d go down on him. 

But as he had dragged her from one meeting to another, begging her to follow him around as he was pushing through the last interviews before summer, she was getting lost in her desires.

(Y/n) began to shift in her seat, eyes focused on the bypassing scenery, flickering to the other end of their train compartment. It was just the two of them, a horny girlfriend and her napping boyfriend. It this moment they weren’t superstar Tom Holland and his girlfriend (y/n), no, they were just a random couple, on their way to the small town they’d stay in for the next few weeks.

“You okay?” Without opening his eyes, Tom placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing her skin without knowing what his touch was doing to her. Sparks shot down her body, right to her pulsing clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves he could touch if he’d just move his hand a bit higher. (Y/n) mumbled a “mhm” clenching her jaw to stop her whiny groans from leaving her.

But Tom knew his girlfriend all too well. Of course he had noticed the longing glances she’d shoot him, how she would press her thighs together as he was sitting close, how she would dig her fingertips into his skin as he would wrap his arms around her. By now he was focused on teasing her, wondering how far he could take it till she would snap.

His thumb began to trace the fabric of her dress, slowly disappearing beneath it, feeling the rising goosebumps on her skin. Each movement of his fingers robbed drops of air her lungs were needing to keep on functioning, each squeeze of his hand pushed her closer to her breaking point.

“I know what you’re doing.” (Y/n) spoke with her jaw still clenched, keeping her eyes focused on the bypassing mountains. The small chuckle that clawed through Tom vibrated on her skin, his head rolled to the side, lips kissing her throat. As his skin met hers, (y/n) knew she was done for.

“And what exactly am I doing, darling?” His voice grew lower and his accent got thicker, very well knowing that she was losing her sanity - she was putty in his hands. 

Tom’s fingers met her soaked through panties, for a second he traced her folds, the wet spot of arousal. But with the first moan leaving (y/n) he pushed the fabric aside, effortlessly dipping into her heat. Her head fell back against her headrest, hand clamping down on his wrist - making sure that he wouldn't pull away. 

“Tom,” she whimpered his name, trying to stop her moans from becoming too loud, not wanting to attract any attention. (Y/n) had been waiting for this for way too long, endless days of staring at her man without touching him, endless days of torture that were finally over.

“Tell me what you need, love.” Tom began to rub her clit with his thumb, eyes wandering over her features, the eyes she had closed moments ago, the lips she was currently biting down on. A gorgeous woman he intended on marrying one day, a gorgeous woman he so desperately wanted to keep by his side for eternity.

“Want to touch you, can I touch you, please?” Her eyes met his, pupils dilated from the waves of pleasure that flooded through her, pupils that carried all her emotions deep inside of her. For a moment he double checked if it was truly just the two of them, before he nodded his head, letting go of his smirking girlfriend.

She crawled over his lap, slowly sinking to her knees, skin pressed against the rough carpet. Impatient hands unbuckled his trousers, eyes following his, staring at the sunglasses he had stolen from the Marvel set months ago. The tip of his cock was covered in precum, salty drops that made her mouth water, it had been way too long since she had choked on him.

Carefully (y/n) kissed the red head of his length, still holding eye contact as she began to take most of him, swirling her tongue around him. His hand tugged on her strands of hair, tickling the roots, coaxing a deep moan out of (y/n). 

Both tried to keep quiet, drowning out most moans and groans, but whenever she would get ahead of herself - with her hand wrapped around him and her throat burning - Tom would keep her locked in place, making sure that nobody had heard them.

“Doing so well for me, darling. Fuck you look so pretty like that.” Tom loved to praise her, making sure that she was feeling comfortable and appreciated. 

He would try to stop himself from tumbling into his orgasm, would try to drag out the moment when she would place herself on her knees for him. By now she could read his body well enough to know when to stop, desperate to feel his cum inside of her, stuffing her to the brim - rather than her having to swallow it all.

“Such a good girl for me, will you let me fuck you? Been waiting for me, haven’t you?” With glassy eyes she pulled his cock out of her mouth, smiling at her blushing boyfriend. He pulled her into his lap, hands placed on her waist to stabilize her trembling frame.

“Need to feel you, it’s been too long since you’ve touched me.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her lips from forming a pout, staring at him as he was aligning himself with her entrance.

“I’m sorry, darling. I promise I’ll take care of you now.” The promise rolled off his tongue as he pushed himself into her, cock twitching inside her heat. Her walls needed a few moments to adjust to his size, feeling his veins through his thin skin, the skin that was still covered in her saliva, getting mixed up with her arousal.

She began to build a steady rhythm, sinking down on him as his hips met hers, jerking upwards. Tom kissed her breathless, swallowing her moans, allowing his tongue to explore her hot cheeks.

The possibility of somebody noticing the pair only urged them on, skin met skin, lips met lips, hands squeezed and teeth bit. It was a mess, but a mess both found comfort and protection in, all too familiar, like those nights where he had fucked her in an empty bathroom or in an elevator as they were disappearing from another event.

“Don’t know how I’ve managed to go this long without feeling your sweet cunt. So perfect for me.” Tom lost himself in his praises, eyes fluttering close as (y/n) rode him. Both could tell that their orgasms were close, just in time for them to calm down before they’d reach their destination.

Arousal dripped down her thighs, onto his jeans, leaving a wet spot. Tom could already see her riding his thigh later on that night, he wouldn’t let her sleep, wouldn’t allow her to rest as he would take her in every position possible.

“Can I cum? I’m so close.” She stammered against his lips, walls fluttering around his cock, moaning his name as he met her movements once again. How he wanted to freeze time, just to stay buried inside of her for a few more moments, but his own orgasm clashed upon him the moment the coil snapped inside of (y/n).

The pair moaned in unison, letting go with fluttering walls and a twitching cock, making sure that he was filling her to the brim. His warmth spread through her, dragging out the moment, allowing her to hold onto the heavenly feeling.

“I got you,” Tom pulled out of her, keeping (y/n) pressed to his chest as he redressed himself, eyes meeting hers every now and then. Both couldn’t stop smiling, already excited for their vacation, knowing that they wouldn’t catch any sleep. 

Marvel Taglist: @jensenackles512​ @princesspumpkiin​ @cuddle-stuff​ @mrs-salvawhore​ @thenightperson​ @jellybean-22 @writethelifeyouwant @band–psycho @23victoria @huntheimpossible @positionsfyou @missryerye @lowilaufeyson​ @gothicxbarbie@bluesclues-1234 @miraclesoflove @coldlilheart @pandaxnienke​ @cherieweasley @wittysunflower @your-hispanichufflepuff @angelusviate @savior-adriana​ @mbjackie @belladonnablackwood @abookishpineapple​ @doasyoudesireandlive​ @mbjackie​ @alleycat2496​ @cricketscreations​ @moodymidnightkitten​

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[musicallisto]

No context ship for marvel? I’m very introverted with extroverts and very extroverted with introverts.

okay, BIG MOOD. i really feel this. i'm an extrovert in the first sense of the word (meaning i'm most at ease when surrounded by people, don't like being alone too long, and mostly show everything rather than keep it to myself) but I can get incredibly shy.

i think peter parker would be a great match! he's pretty much the same, and would know how to balance you out. and when you're both too introverted to function, like at a party you didn't even want to go to anyway, you can just talk the night away.

[imagineswriting47]

Never Good Enough

A/N: I lost the request for this sorry if this is yours and I didn't tag you

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Summary: When A hunt goes wrong, Dean takes his anger out on the Reader, not knowing that she had been hurt.

Pairings: None

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Taglist: @akshi8278 @huntheimpossible

"How could you be so stupid, Y/N!" Dean yells. I hang my head, knowing that it was my fault the hunt went the way it did. I messed up, and it almost cost Sam his life, but in the end, I was able to save Sam, and he walked away with just some bruising. Dean was angry that Sam got hurt and was taking it out on me. Dean always seemed to do this any time a hunt went wrong. I became a verbal punching bag, and each time I did, I felt a little bit more of myself break.

"You can't do anything right. I dont even know why we keep you with us—your worthless on hunts. We are so sick and tired of saving your ass!" Dean tells me, getting in my face, and for the first time since I started to hunt and to live with the boys, I was afraid of Dean. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes as he turns his back on me and gets in the impala. Sam gives me an apologetic smile before opening the door and waiting for me to get in the back.

I carefully climb into the back of the car. I can feel the blood running down my side, making my shirt stick to my side. Dean was right. I am worthless, and they would be so much better off if I weren't around them. I dont want to bother them with stitching me up. I'll stitch myself up when I get back to the Bunker, it's not that bad, and I dont want to be a burden to them more than I already am.

My father always told me that I was good for nothing, that the biggest mistake he ever made had me. Sitting in the back of the impala, I can't help but think back to everything he said and did to me: every broken bone, every hit, and punch. Maybe my father and Dean were right. Maybe all I was suitable for was to be a punching bag. I thought that Dean was different. I was wrong. He might never have hit me, but how long until he does?

With each passing mile back to the Bunker, my head starts to feel a little lighter; having been lost in my past, I didn't realize how much blood I was losing. I pull my hand away from my side it comes back covered in blood, the stark red standing out against the pale skin of my hand. I'm not going to make it back to the Bunker with the way that I am bleeding.

"Sam, Dean?" I question them, my voice nothing more than a whisper. I want to close my eyes and go to sleep. I dont feel the pain anymore, the cut on my side having gone numb at some point. I could sleep now if I wanted to.

"Not now, Y/N," Dean growls out, not even turning to look at me as he is talking to me. I just lay my head down on the back of the seat and close my eyes.

I must fall unconscious as I dont remember the rest of the ride back to the Bunker or even how I got into the infirmary.

Sam or Dean must have found me in the back of the impala. I reach to my side and feel the bandage that is taped to me. I carefully peel it back and find that I have been stitched up. I am just swinging my feet over the side of the bed they have me on when Sam walks into the room.

"Y/N, your awake." He rushes to my side and pulls me into a hug. I want nothing more than to hug him back, but I hear Deans' words that they are tired of taking care of me. I carefully pull away from him before hopping off the bed. I dont want them to have to pretend to care anymore when I know that they dont.

"Im fine, Sam," I whisper to him as I look at a spot over his shoulder. Afraid to look into his eyes to see the anger in his eyes at having to stitch me up. I hold my side as I walk to my room and close the door behind me. I get out of my bloody clothing and into an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

Over the next couple of days, as I healed, I slowly packed my things and kept my distance from the boys. If I did run into them, I kept my head down. I haven't heard my voice since I talked to Sam, afraid to speak. I was scared to do anything as I didn't want to make Dean even angrier at me than he already was. I needed time to heal and get my things together before I left.

"Hey Y/N, can we talk?" I hear Dean's voice from behind me as I make my way to the library to return the books I kept in my room. I turn to look at him, not letting him say anything to me before I speak.

"I know, Dean, you want me out." My voice is rough from not being used.

"What are you talking about," Dean says as he takes a step closer to me, his hand reaching out for me. I flinch away from him as I expect him to hit me for speaking when I wasn't told that I could. When his hand freezes before it can touch me, I look him in the face for the first time in weeks. His eyes are huge, and he looks terrified. He takes a step back from me before dropping his hand back down to his side.

Dean opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, but he doesn't say anything. I take a moment and slip past him and make my way back to my room. I quickly grab my bag and make my way out of the Bunker. I dont get very far before I hear running behind me.

"Y/N wait!" I hear Sam yell behind me. I stop walking, but I dont turn and look at him. I can hear him coming right up behind me. "What is going on, Y/N? Why are you leaving?" I can listen to the shock in his voice but also the sadness. I wish that he would stop pretending to care.

"You guys dont want me anymore! Dean said, so you are both tired of taking care of me." I yell at him. Tears are making the way down my cheeks. I'm angry and scared, and I have no idea what I am going to do now. My home is the Bunker, and the only family I thought that I had in them. But I dont! I don't have anyone, and I never will.

"I didn't mean it, Y/N. I was just scared and mad, and I took it out on you. I know I shouldn't have. When we got back to the Bunker and found you passed out covered in blood, I was scared. I was scared that I wouldn't have the chance to apologize. I am so sorry, Y/N. I promise to be better, please don't leave. I need my best friend." Dean tells me tears in his eyes. In all the time that I have known the boys, I don't think I have ever seen Dean cry.

"I can't, Dean. Every time something goes wrong, you take it out on me! I can't keep breaking. I just..." I can't keep talking as the sob makes its way past my lips. The tears have completely clouded my vision, so I don't see the boy step closer to me until I am wrapped up in a hug from the both of them.

I continue to sob into Sam's chest, letting everything out that I had been holding back for the past week. Sam wraps his arms tighter around me before picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me back to the Bunker. Sam brings me back to my room before setting me down on my bed. I don't want to let him go when he backs away from me, but he is not gone long before Dean is taking his place.

I don't know what is wrong with me. I can't stop crying. Dean moves me to sit in his lap; he runs his hand through my hair, whispering sweet words into my hair.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." I hear him tell me when I get my breathing back under control and the tears finally stop.

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[a-dorin]

my favorite. y’all. i’m a ten girl at heart (he was my first doctor), then i rlly loved twelve. capaldi was amazing. but also i loved eleven he is such a sweetie. have you seen any of classic who? cause four is a favorite too. i love all of them y’all i honestly couldn’t choose they’re all such wonderful doctors.

i couldn’t watch much of capaldi but i’ve heard he did a really good job! i haven’t even really watched the rest of eleven’s arc with clara because that’s when they took it off netflix :((

i’m hoping if i can buy the dvds i can have my nostalgia back and become a doctor who stan once again 😌

and i loved ten, really! he was such a magnificent doctor and really captured his more soft side with rose and ugh. i love them together.

AND YES I HAVE SEEN SOME OLD EPISODES AND I LOVE FOUR!!!

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Hey, if your taking requests, can you do headcanons for ezio and jacob that have an autistic s/o

10/08/2021: Hey! Sorry it’s taken so long! I wanted to make sure that I did it right -- thanks for your patience! Also, thank you to @oderintdummetuant , @marshmallow--3 and another (I’ll keep anonymous until I get the green light) for being my beta readers!

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Ezio:

You and Ezio were investigating someone who appeared on the Assassins’ radar as a possible contact.

From the minute Ezio laid eyes on him, he was tense. “Y/N.” He waited for you to be paying attention. “I don’t like this.”

“Why?” you asked, not really noticing anything that could be wrong with the contact.

Ezio shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. Let’s go.” He led the way to the bench the contact was sitting at.

Throughout the conversation, you tried to find why Ezio was so apprehensive of this person. He was charming and perfectly pleasant.

You tried to keep up with what was being said, but for the most part, the words became a blur.

“Arances! Come get your arances!” A local merchant was chanting behind you.

Other voices intercepted your hearing. You could only catch that they were gossiping when certain words bled through in clarity.

“He did what?”

“Si! And I also heard that Lucia…”

“No!”

Other than that, the voice merged into a cacophony of sound; one that you couldn’t decipher for the life of you.

“How can we trust you?” Ezio’s voice had just pulled through the noise to grab the remnants of your attention.

“When dealing with people like yourselves, why would I dare betray you?” He smiled.

Ezio stepped in front of you slightly, almost automatically. “We’ll be in touch.”

The man nodded his head, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Ezio led the two of you to a quieter place; a small courtyard that escaped the eyes and ears of the civilians. It also helped to lessen the burden on your senses, something which Ezio could tell was starting to bother you.

“Y/N.”

You looked to the bridge of his nose.

“We can’t trust him.”

“I know, you said before. Why?”

“His tone was implying something. And it was not kind.”

“Oh. I didn’t hear that.”

You were upset with yourself. This was important. If you couldn’t catch the tells of the wrong people with someone beside you, how were you supposed to do it on your own?

You hadn’t even realised that you were biting your knuckles until Ezio’s fingers gently grasped your hands. His calloused skin seemed smooth against your own as he lowered them from your mouth, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles along the back of your hands to provide you with some gentle stimulation without injuring yourself.

“Y/N. Don’t hurt yourself, tesoro. Everything’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell that he wasn’t an ally. I thought he was genuinely good.”

“That’s why I love you. You see the good in everyone.” He slowly pressed a kiss to your knuckles, slow enough so that you could stop him if you wanted to.

You smiled. “I love you too.”

Jacob:

The two of you were assigned a contract.

“We are going to kill this man.” Jacob had briefed you by using the assassination wall to point and explain who your target was, and what you had to do.

“Okay.”

“Y/N, do not approach him. I will do it. You need to eliminate the surrounding Blighters.”

“Okay.”

He smiled at you. “Okay.”

Once you both arrived at the factory, you and Jacob assessed the lay of the land.

“I see a few Blighters on each floor. The target is the foreman, and he will either be in his office or on the ground floor with the children. If you see him, move away and take cover.” He was gesturing through the open window on the roof.

You frowned, trying to take in everything he said. “What?”

Jacob sighed.

“Are you annoyed?” you asked with a wince, anxiety spiking.

“No, darling, of course not.” He pondered for a moment on how to rephrase his instructions.

“Avoid and hide from the foreman; in the white suit.” He spoke slowly to allow you time to join the dots, before he continued. “There’s a small group of Blighters on each floor.” Another pause. “Work your way from the top level to the bottom level and eliminate them.”

“... The top level to the bottom level…” You repeated it to yourself until the words held meaning. “Okay.”

“I love you,” Jacob smiled.

“I love you too.” You returned the grin fully, before splitting up.

The sounds of the factory didn’t take long to get to you, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

You were having trouble thinking straight as a plethora of emotions began to swirl inside you, frustration and irritation being the most evident.

The screaming grind of old gears, the hissing of steam, the rugged voices of those within… they all began to cause you significant pain. You couldn’t think straight.

You took out as many Blighters as you could, but you were growing impatient with the need to get somewhere quieter, somewhere safer. You began to bite your lip.

You couldn’t abandon Jacob.

Turning around, you saw a flash of white and noticed how close the target was to your hiding place.

If you just take a few fast steps…

Your thoughts were interrupted by Jacob striking from above. His hidden blade gleamed in the light of the factory. At the last moment, the foreman turned around, grabbing Jacob and throwing him to the floor.

Without thinking, you sprinted to tackle him.

“No!”

The word stopped you dead in your tracks.

But you were just--

The foreman raised his gun at you, but before he could fire, Jacob leapt in front of him and slit his throat.

As Rooks poured in from the entrance to guide the children out, you began to withdraw into yourself, overwhelmed with the environment around you.

You began to clench your fist as Jacob came into your vision. He offered his hand out to you.

Wordlessly, you refused his touch.

Smiling softly, he beckoned you to follow him, a quiet “Come on,” leaving his lips.

He helped you back to the train, where he sat you down gently before explaining that he was going to wash the blood out of his hair, opting to give you some space and time to yourself.

He entered the carriage again some time later, rubbing a towel through his wet mop of hair. Seeing that you haven’t moved from where he left you, he paused.

“Y/N?”

When you didn’t reply, he approached gently, kneeling in front of you and throwing the towel over his shoulder.

He waited patiently until your eyes focused on him, staring at the necklace resting in the middle of his chest.

He brought his hands up. ‘Are you okay?’ he signs. It is slow and calculated, but practically perfect.

‘I made a mistake’, you signed back, using the gestures you and Jacob developed together in times when you couldn’t communicate verbally. ‘The sounds of the factory got to me’.

‘It’s okay. That wasn’t a mistake. You did what you could. You were already stressed.’ As he signs, he mouths the words without using his voice.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘It’s alright; All that matters is that you are safe. I love you.’ He smiles as he finishes; a warm, earnest smile that reaches his eyes.

‘I love you too. Can I have a hug?’

‘Of course!’

[cazimagines]

Headcanon: Zemo being jealous

Requested from anon on previous post

- Zemo gets jealous very easily, he's very over-protective of you which you don't happen to mind but sometimes it can get overbearing

- You could simply be chatting to someone in a queue to bide the time and Zemo will notice, instantly being by your side, his arm wrapped around your waist, kissing your air and glaring at the person you were talking to. He might even go as far as to start questioning them to intimate them

- In sokovia word quickly spreads to who Zemo's new partner is, so soon you find that no one dares catcall you, or make advances at you in clubs because Zemo's reputation for making people he doesn't like disappear is well know

- However outside of Sokovia it isn't as well known and people have paid the price

- If you ask him not to hurt people to try to hit on you, he will listen to you, however, he won't let them get away with it either. He will make sure to intimidate and threaten them to back off and to not hit on women who don't want to be hit on

- If someone tried to touch you though such as slapping your ass, or trying to catch a feel Zemo will not care what promises he made to you about not hurting someone. No one dares touches what is his without his consent

- If he is feeling generous the person might come away alive but with a broken nose, missing teeth and a lot of bleeding. Zemo always makes sure to clean his hands before coming back to you

- He hates the feeling of being jealous, something which you catch onto quickly. Occasionally you might see how far you can test him by dancing with someone else at the club in his direct eyesight. You enjoy seeing his eyes burn into you and the person you are dancing with, seeing his jaw clentch in anger. He will quickly split you up and take you away from the floor to either back home or a secluded spot so he can show you exactly who you belong to

- Zemo's love language is touch so he lets people know not to go near his things usually because he has his arm around you, or resting on your thigh/knee, it's a reassurance to him that you are still there

- After he is broken out from prison though he is more held back. He is unsure what your relationship is anymore, he expects you to have moved on, especially with how close you are to Bucky

- He would be non stop staring at you as he sees you talking to Sam and Bucky, he wouldn't say anything but he has no need as you can see the jealously radiating from his eyes

- If someone like John tried to hit on you he would stand next to you and glare at John letting him know he isn't welcomed to do so

- All this back and forth would end after you two share a passionate kiss and once again he knows that you are his and he had no need to feel any jealously as you have always been his

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