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Carry On (SPN 15x20 Fix-it Fanfiction)

Word count: 4.3k Warnings: None, maybe spelling editing mistakes (Only fluff and happiness is allowed at this point in time)

Author’s note: So I haven’t written fanfiction in ages, I blame it on my CW degree and not wanting to spend even more time writing but after that absolute f*cktard disaster of a finale, I knew I had to do something about it. I hope you enjoy my version of how I wished the show would have ended (this is no hate to the acotrs who did a spectacular job and being served what they were given but a huge f u the the SPN writers for queerbaiting us for so long and in the end not giving the fans a satisfying ending (Like there were so many plotholes, what happened to the empty, are Jodie and the girls okay? If Bobby said Cas helped Jack fix heaven does that mean Cas is alive but hasn’t come to see Dean (That would be bullshit and we all know it). 

Let me know your thoughts on the ending or S15 in general, what were some of your favourite moments (*cough* Cas’ confession and only that, also Jack becoming God *cough*) Peace out, Bitches!

Rae

The‌ ‌days‌ ‌began‌ ‌to‌ ‌blend‌ ‌into‌ ‌one‌ ‌without‌ ‌Chuck‌ ‌there‌ ‌to‌ ‌control‌ ‌them.‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌had‌ ‌saved‌ ‌them,‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌that‌ ‌had‌ ‌vanished.‌ ‌Their‌ ‌family,‌ ‌friends,‌ ‌everything‌ ‌was‌ ‌going‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌way‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌again.‌ ‌And‌ ‌then‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌did‌ ‌the‌ ‌unspeakable‌ ‌and‌ ‌left‌ ‌himself,‌ ‌promising‌ ‌the‌ ‌brothers‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌better‌ ‌world.‌ ‌But‌ ‌all‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌could‌ ‌think‌ ‌about‌ ‌was‌ ‌‌him‌.‌ ‌ ‌‌

Cas.‌ ‌ ‌‌

That‌ ‌goddamn‌ ‌angel.‌ ‌The‌ ‌hunter‌ ‌cursed‌ ‌himself‌ ‌with‌ ‌every‌ ‌waking‌ ‌moment‌ ‌for‌ ‌not‌ ‌begging‌ ‌Jack‌ ‌to‌ ‌bring‌ ‌him‌ ‌back,‌ ‌to‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌try.‌ ‌He‌ ‌knew‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌hard‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌kid‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌past,‌ ‌and‌ ‌had‌ ‌always‌ ‌brushed‌ ‌him‌ ‌aside,‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌truly‌ ‌wished‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌asked‌ ‌for‌ ‌even‌ ‌a‌ ‌hope‌ ‌of‌ ‌that‌ ‌miracle.‌ ‌‌

As‌ ‌if‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌were‌ ‌spoken‌ ‌out‌ ‌loud,‌ ‌the‌ ‌shaggy‌ ‌dog‌ ‌that‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌had‌ ‌picked‌ ‌up‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌gas‌ ‌station‌ ‌padded‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌room‌ ‌making‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌smile‌ ‌slightly.‌ ‌At‌ ‌least‌ ‌all‌ ‌things‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌horrible.‌ ‌Patting‌ ‌the‌ ‌empty‌ ‌space‌ ‌beside‌ ‌him‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌bed,‌ ‌the‌ ‌dog‌ ‌trotted‌ ‌over‌ ‌before‌ ‌jumping‌ ‌up‌ ‌into‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌waiting‌ ‌arms,‌ ‌receiving‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌pets‌ ‌and‌ ‌scratches‌ ‌he‌ ‌could‌ ‌ever‌ ‌desire.‌ ‌‌

“Good‌ ‌boy.”‌ ‌‌

Dean‌ ‌looked‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌dog’s‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌before‌ ‌kissing‌ ‌him‌ ‌on‌ ‌top‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌head,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌guess‌ ‌we‌ ‌can’t‌ ‌wish‌ ‌for‌ ‌everything,‌ ‌huh‌ ‌bud?”‌ ‌ ‌‌

Miracle‌ ‌tilted‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌at‌ ‌Dean’s‌ ‌voice,‌ ‌a‌ ‌gentle‌ ‌‘huff’‌ ‌leaving‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth‌ ‌before‌ ‌he‌ ‌circled‌ ‌around‌ ‌and‌ ‌curled‌ ‌up‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌messy‌ ‌bedsheets.‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌gave‌ ‌him‌ ‌a‌ ‌few‌ ‌final‌ ‌pets,‌ ‌muttering‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌assuring‌ ‌words‌ ‌over‌ ‌again before sitting up.‌ 

‌‌Glancing‌ ‌over‌ ‌at‌ ‌his‌ ‌bedside‌ ‌table,‌ ‌his‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌caught‌ ‌onto‌ ‌his‌ ‌headphone‌ ‌and‌ ‌cassette‌ ‌player,‌ ‌the‌ ‌tape‌ ‌inside‌ ‌being‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌one‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌playing‌ ‌on‌ ‌repeat‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌few‌ ‌days:‌ ‌the‌ ‌mixtape‌ ‌he‌ ‌made‌ ‌for‌ ‌Cas.‌ ‌

‌‌Instead‌ ‌of‌ ‌grabbing‌ ‌the‌ ‌headphones‌ ‌and‌ ‌spending‌ ‌more‌ ‌time‌ ‌in‌ ‌bed,‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌doing‌ ‌almost‌ ‌every‌ ‌day,‌ ‌Dean‌ ‌got‌ ‌up.‌ ‌There‌ ‌was‌ ‌no‌ ‌use‌ ‌to‌ ‌making‌ ‌himself‌ ‌feel‌ ‌worse‌ ‌and,‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌hungry.‌ ‌

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Thiam Imagine - Wouldn’t You Like to Know

Words: +3k Warnings: bit of cursing, self doubt, fluff Note: This is most likely my last imagine on this account, I left an explanation on the post before this if anyone wants to know why

*Credit to the owners for all the gifs used*

Today, Liam had finally turned 18. 

He didn't bother planning a party as all he wanted was a day out with his friends, but when the Sinema nightclub had a masquerade night planned for that exact same night, Mason had begged him to go.

He and Corey loved to attend these nights, but Liam wasn't as devoted as them, usually due to the fact that he ended up as the third wheel every time.

Nolan and Brett couldn't even attend due to them already making plans weeks in advance, and god knows what Theo was doing.

After Liam had invited him to go all he did was shrug, saying, "We'll see." Before the topic was changed.

Liam frowned as he gazed at himself in the mirror as he fixed the plain black mask over his eyes, lent to him by Mason who shocking had a multitude, finishing his look.

Mason glanced up from his phone as he lay on Liam's bed and nodded in approval,

"Nice."

Liam groaned slipping the mask off and letting it fall to the floor, "Screw this, I'm not going anymore, you and Corey just go by yourselves."

"Woah, hey."

Mason jumped up and calmed his friend before picking up the mask off the ground and laying it in Liam's hand,

"It's your birthday, all I hoped was that maybe you could find a man tonight, or someone. Best thing, if things go south then you don't even need to tell them who you are."

He claimed, patting his friend's shoulders as he guided him back towards the mirror and made him look in it at the two of them, Liam sighed contemplating,

"And if things end up going well?"

He nervously questioned making his friend smile as he helped him place the mask back on,

"Then you choose what you want to do, it's alright to let go and have fun Liam, especially now."

His friend stated, referring to how Liam had been struggling with coming to terms about him being bisexual, it was new and confusing to realised that he didn't just fancy girls but also boys, especially one boy in particular.

In response, Liam frowned at how good Mason was at convincing him of doing anything. After a moment he finally decided that maybe Mason was right and this would be good for him, so he nodded and Mason smiled happily just as there was a knock at the door alerting them of Corey's arrival.

They arrive at the nightclub quickly thanks to the lack of traffic and of course, immediately when they entered, Mason heard a song that he claimed was his favourite and dragged Corey to dance, leaving Liam to his own devices.

Liam sighs walking over to the bar ordering a coke from the bartender before turning around and watching his friends dance without any cares in the world.

Liam toys with the mask on his face, not taking it off but pretending to fix it just to give him something to do while he waited for his drink.

He nodded and handed the man the money owed as the can and glass were placed in front of him.

He chugged half of the drink down before he watched everyone dancing from a distance, some grinding on each other, and all of them having fun.

Liam wished he had the courage to ask someone to dance, but he couldn't, he was too nervous and shy to approach any guy there and there were no girls in sight without a date.

As Liam sat at the bar, not really concentrating on any of the faces before him, he thought about Theo and whether he would show up, or if not, what would he be doing instead.

'Probably plotting against us' Liam thought darkly, shaking his head as he still smiled at the thought of his crush.

A man suddenly appeared out of the blue and walked up to the bar, not ordering anything but instead leaning against it as he watches Liam.

Liam glanced at him and tried not to gulp or make his actions obvious as he drags his eyes quickly up and down at the built man beside him, now smirking from noticing Liam's glance and wearing a black masquerade mask similar to his own.

The man casually stands up straight and while looking Liam in the eyes, gestures for him to follow with a quick nod of his head in the other direction.

Liam is hesitant as he quickly looks back at his friends to see them enjoying themselves still, and it's then that Mason's words drift through his head and he pushed himself forward to follow the mysterious man, he was going to let go and have fun.

They walk to a more secluded section of the nightclub after they agonizingly, slowly danced to the songs that played, questions racing through Liam's head as he followed the man's lead, smiling and blushing as he fumbled every once in a while.

Liam was lightly panting from all the dancing and being surrounded by multiple bodies, but it didn't seem to affect the masked stranger before him as he observed Liam's every move with a coy smile on his face.

As he finally managed to catch his breath, Liam took the silence between him and the veiled stranger to finally look into his eyes and see if he could recognise him, but he couldn't, not in the lighting they were in any way.

"Who are you?"

The man broke into a wolffish, arrogant smile as he leaned forward at Liam's question, one arm extended as he held it in the wall that Liam was pressed against, trapping him under his gaze and figure.

The man leaned down, lightly brushing his lips over Liam's ear which made his breath hitch in his throat. The guy stalled, and Liam's heart pounded in his chest until the man finally spoke, confusing the young boy with his words and following actions,

"Wouldn't you like to know."

The man kissed Liam's ear teasingly, before softly pressing slow, delicate kissing down his jawline, up his cheek, before they hovered over his own lips.

Liam's face reddened at being so close to this stranger, someone he had barely met, didn't even know the name of, and yet he wanted every part of him right there and then, not caring about all he didn't know.

"Is this what you want?"

The male whispered, his breath fanning against Liam's face as he nervously nodded in response.

With his free hand now on Liam's cheek, satisfied with his silent response, the male quickly captured their lips together which left Liam breathless yet wanting more.

Liam closed his eyes as he savoured the kiss, wrapping his arms around the male's shoulders to pull him closer, earning the guy to smile cockily into the kiss as he pressed forward before slowly pulling away.

Liam's eyes fluttered open as the guy lifting his hand to the back of Liam's head, toying with the string that kept Liam's identity hidden. Liam slowly stepped slightly away from the wall, and instead of allowing the stranger to untie the string that held the mask on his face, he slipping it up so it rested on his forehead.

The male smiled in approval and satisfaction as his eyes examined every part of Liam's face as if taking everything in.

Slowly he then smiled in contentment before stepping back, running his hand through Liam's hair, taking the mask with it as it fell into the strangers grasp.

Liam stood frozen from this as he watched the male smirk down at the mask before lifting it up slightly and shaking it in thanks before bounding off through the club, into the crowds.

After the guy disappeared from his sight, Liam tried to run after him but when he was unsuccessful he rushed to his friends, not caring as he interrupted their private moment,

"Have either of you seen a guy, tall, well built and wearing a black mask?"

He asked desperately, Mason glanced at him curiously as he pulled away from Corey before gesturing around him,

"Uh Liam, look around, you'll have to be more specific."

Liam lifted his eyes and gazed around the room to see the dilemma, his description described most of the guys here, he shook his head and silently cursed until his eyes saw someone at the entrance.

It was him.

As their eyes connected the guy smirked cockily, raising the mask that was once Liam's before leaving through the door, but Liam wouldn't lose him again.

Bursting through the door, he found that the mysterious guy was only a few feet away, but turned at the sound behind him,

"Please, who are you?"

Liam asked, not caring if he sounded desperate at that moment. His smirk grew at the young boys' desperation,

"I'll see you around, Little Wolf."

With those last words, the man was off, disappearing behind the building, Liam too confused and stunned by his words to continue after him.

The next few days only aggravated Liam more as while he tried to search for the mysterious guy that kissed him on his birthday, the same guy somehow got his number and has been teasing him non stop with subtle messages every couple of hours but not letting on who he was.

It was now Monday and he and his friends had decided to go to the park, as it was such a nice day, and it was also an apology party for those who couldn't make the Sinema night out.

Everyone managed to fit on one picnic bench, Mason, Corey, and Nolan sat on one side while Liam, Theo, and Brett sat on the other.

They were all eating fries from the nearest takeout, and while the others chatted away, Liam put his head down, stabbing some fries repeatedly with his plastic fork as the mysterious guy's message ran through his head,

'Have you figured it out yet, Little Wolf?'

"Woah dude, what did those fries do to you?"

Mason asked as he glanced at his friend who looked up and lightly glared at him, Theo and Brett turned their heads, Brett is the first to speak,

"Okay, who pissed in your cereal?"

The others chuckled at Brett's question, but then Mason turned to his friend and tilted his head curiously,

"Is this to do with the guy you met at Sinem- Ow!"

Mason yelled after Liam kicked him under the table, but everyone had heard what he had said, and now everyone was curious, especially Theo.

The Chimera turned his body to face Liam, "What guy?" He asked curiously but also in a teasing voice as a smirk grew on his face.

Liam huffed glaring at him and not responding, but he didn't need to as Mason did it for him.

"He was so close to banging this dud- Ow! Stop, anyway, the guy left and wouldn't tell Liam who he was."

Theo chuckled, shaking his head as he turned back around in his place before picking up a single fry to eat.

"Have you tried looking for him? Has he?"

Brett asked still curious about the situation, Liam sighed, knowing he'd finally have to spill what he'd been hiding from Mason an Corey,

"He's been texting me."

The group grew silent as they processed his words. Mason was the first to break the silence.

"What?! And you didn't tell m- us?"

"I didn't even know you were gay."

Theo murmured as he smiled, "Bisexual." Liam lightly corrected him before turning to his other friends,

"This is why I didn't Mase, you would freak out."

"I'm not freaking out."

"Yeah, you kinda are." Nolan piped up jokingly.

"Well, it's not my fault my best friend hides these things from me!"

Mason exclaimed loudly earning us a few glares from people walking by, which we ignored.

"And it's not my fault that you got terribly drunk that night, I'm surprised you even remembered anything from that night."

Mason stared at Liam and didn't speak, trying to come up with a response but ended up being speechless, everyone chuckled shaking their heads,

"So, how did you guys spend the night?" Corey asked turning his head to Brett and Nolan whom both blushed before glancing at each other, "We uh, went out to dinner and then went back to Brett's for a movie night." Nolan stammered.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's all you did." Theo joked making the pair blush bright when suddenly Liam turned to Theo to try and end the boys suffering,

"Well Theo, what did you do that night?"

Theo turned to the young boy and shrugged, "I was at Scott's, trying to prove to Melissa that I've changed by helping her around the house." He spoke calmly but even without his heart skipping a beat, Liam knew the truth as he scoffed,

"Liar, even without werewolf hearing I can sense the bullshit a mile away."

"Oh, shit."

Mason joked as Corey nudged him lightly smiling and shaking his head at his lover's response.

 Nolan and Brett also chuckled at Liam's response as the young boy wouldn't let it go,

"C'mon Theo, what were you doing really?"

He asked once again just as Theo finished the remainder of his fries, took a gulp of his drink and leaned in closer as if taunting Liam,

"Wouldn't you like to know."

He turned to the others, making a quick excuse to leave he bid his farewells as he picked up his jacket from beside him and sauntered cockily over to his car, while the others looked at Liam in confusion,

"What was that about?"

Liam was speechless, sitting there frozen as those same words from that night had left Theo's lips and sounded exactly as it did the first time.

"Theo?" Liam whispered to himself, only Corey could hear as he tilted his head at the name that left Liam's lips before the boy was out of his seat and running towards the truck that was getting ready to drive off.

Theo looked back and noticed Liam running and he didn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face as he glanced at something on his dash, which Liam quickly realised was a black mask, his black mask, but as he was a few metres away from the truck, Theo drove off, leaving Liam shocked and full of questions.

He hadn't received any more text messages from the mysterious number that whole day after Liam's realisation, and he never bothered to tell the others of what happened after Theo left, but some of them he assumed had guessed.

Liam lay on his bed, flustered and dazed as he thought back to the night of his birthday, now imagining Theo being the one to kiss and tease him, as it had been him all along.

His phone buzzed on his bedside table, and Liam robotically picked it up, expecting it to be a text from Mason or Nolan but only to see Theo's name in its place,

'Hey'

Liam stared at the phone and the single word that he had sent and grew annoyed, really, hey?

"Ugh!" Liam groaned throwing his phone on the bed and covering his face with his hands. Building up the courage he needed Liam finally sat up and picked up his phone typing a quick message back,

'You left me in the park after I found out it was you the whole time and all you can say is 'Hey'?!'

Not even a minute after sending the text, his phone rang, Theo's name popping up on the screen.

Liam swiped his finger over the answer button and held it to his ear just as Theo began to speak,

"Well, I had to make sure you truly did figure it out, Little Wolf."

Liam growled at the nickname as he scowled down at the phone, "Don't call me that."

"Oh sorry, would you prefer baby wolf? Blue eyes? Little Ball of anger? Which one?"

Liam huffed as he could feel the smirk rising on Theo's face from behind the phone, "None,"

"So, Little Wolf it is, now, let's talk."

And talk they did.

Three hours later, Liam was still on the phone to Theo, lying in his bed with his phone charging as he still used it for the call, of course, Liam was worried and guilty for how much the call would cost Theo, but he also never wanted it to end.

They talked about everything that came to mind, stupid and philosophical, making the other person either laugh, groan or contemplate the words that were said.

But Liam still had a question nagging at the back of his mind that he was so desperate to ask, so, with a determined mental push, he called out Theo's name, halting him in his story as he lightly hummed in response.

"Do you really like me?"

There was silence for a moment and Liam bit his lip, already scolding himself for screwing everything up, of course, Theo didn't like him, this had to be a joke and the reason why he was so silent.

But then Theo finally spoke, calling Liam's name in a soft yet stern voice as if he knew that he was doubting himself,

"I wouldn't stay up talking to you at 3 am if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have danced with you all night, kissed you and teased you if I didn't feel anything towards you. I wouldn't have kept that goddamn mask, or keep picturing you back at Sinema at the bar, alone and looking awkward until you met my eyes. nYou blushing and eyeballing my body has been on my mind since that night Liam,” Theo sighed as he paused before lowering his voice as he spoke once again,

”I know you're not this stupid Liam, so tell me this, why do you think otherwise? Do you think I'm trying to wind you up or take advantage of you just to knock you down?"

Liam sighed, tears threatening to spill, "I-" he groaned in annoyance but he also felt speechless at Theo's confession.

He didn't know what to say but Theo was patient with him, allowing him to catch his breath and figure out what it was he wanted to say.

"You've been on my mind for too long Theo, all this, it just doesn't feel real to me."

"Well it is, and if you want it, tell me, I'll be yours, Liam, just say the magic words."

Closing his eyes and fighting a smile off his lips, Liam asked the question he never thought he'd be asking, "Theo, will you go out with me?"

A deafening silence followed until Theo hummed in thought, only dragging on Liam's suffering,

"Hmmm, I don't know, ask me again tomorrow when we're face to face."

Liam choked on the air making Theo laugh, 

"Fuck you," Liam laughed back but still smiled nervously, knowing he would see Theo again tomorrow.

"I'll let you sleep Little Wolf, and I'll see you tomorrow and await this question you need to ask."

"Goodnight Theo."

"Goodnight Li."

Liam watched as the call ended before holding his phone to his chest, shaking his head in disbelief at the boy he spent the night talking to.

As he moved to drop his phone onto his bedside table it buzzed as a text came through.

Quickly swiping to see what it was, he smiled giddily when the text and picture appeared:

"Just FYI, my answer is yes - your future boyfriend"

*picture of Theo laying in bed with no shirt, a cheeky grin on him and half hooded eyes from being tired*

Liam typed back a short reply saying:

"Good to know - your little wolf"

Afterward, he shut off his phone and finally put it down, smiling as his body drifted to sleep while thinking of Theo, his crush, the mystery man on the night of his birthday and now, his boyfriend.

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So, I had an apology and what I was going to do with this account written in a big long message on my laptop just for it to freeze and shut down making me lose it all so this is just something short on what I was going to say

I apologise to everyone who has been anxiously waiting for an imagine to be posted, especially those waiting for the ones they requested but I won’t be posting any of them.

I’ve spent months trying to create and recreate them but I’m just not happy with any of them or how they turn out and I don’t want to post writing that I’m not at least a bit satisfied with.

I don’t want to do this but due to my lack of creativity when it comes to writing imagines for tv shows I’m planning to stop posting on here but I will leave you all with one last imagine.

today I found a half-finished Thiam imagine on my phone that I made a few months back during the middle of the night, and after reading through what I had I suddenly remembered how I wanted it to end and I quickly got to writing and finishing it as an apology for letting everyone down and being the worst creator especially after making promises to some people.

I really hope you guys understand but you don’t need to forgive me. I won’t be deleting the account however because I still want to be able to look back and see what I’ve written and in the future see how I’ve changed with my writing style

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They Found her in the Maze (Pt 3)

Part 1 Part 2

*I’m giving the character the name just to make it easier for myself but hope you enjoy it nevertheless* 

Flashing beams and white coats walked past me frantically, some gazing at screens which captured images of the Glade, others with clipboards were hastily scribbling down notes and observations.

Faces flash in from of mine, a voice speaks out to me, quietly at first whispering the same thing, “Riley.”

I see Thomas and the new girl staring at each other from across a table covered with electronics and a see-through screen. Just from seeing them, I can remember her name, Teresa.

In front of them is a screen with pictures and information about the boys, I recognise some of them from the Glade,

Gally, Clint, Minho… Newt.

“Riley.”

The voice comes again and I recognise it spinning around, and suddenly the owner of the voice is in front of me, being dragged away but he’s trying to fight the two men who are holding him off, and I’m screaming and crying but I can’t stop them from taking him away, my wails of protest continue but my feet are stuck to the ground, I can’t move.

A woman’s hand lands on my shoulder stopping me from trying to run after him and save him,

“Wicked is good." 

Her voice insists but my heart is hammering and my body is shaking as I scream the boy’s name as he disappears from my sight-

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A Blessing for Fanfiction Writers

May all your stories to be considered well written and in-character and may they be rained upon with many loving comments. 

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Reblogging because this is possibly one of my favourite imagines I've written

Klaus Imagine

Anon - can I have a Klaus imagine were your Aprils twin and a person who loves art even though you can’t do any art it yourself. you got an invitation to the Mikealson ball and while your there you look at all the art on the wall. Klaus sees you looking at his paintings and he takes you away from the ball so that you to can bond over his other paintings.

TW: I apologise for it getting pretty dark and depressing, my mind was in a mood while writing it.

Hope you enjoy! I’m slowly but surely getting through the requests :)

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Ending of Teen Wolf

Warning: Spoilers

Really sad that the show had to finish up at 6 seasons but I’m also pretty content with how it ended (apart from a few things which I won’t get into *cough* where is Issac *cough*) and I’m happy to have come across the show when it was just starting season 2.

It was a rollercoaster of emotions from start to finish, with the original cast along with others that joined throughout the seasons. I’ll definitely miss not having a new season to look forward to but the finale definitely made up for it!!

NOW FOR GIFS!!! (Not all my favourite scenes are here but these are a few)

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Hey little train! We are all jumping on The train that goes to the Kingdom We’re happy, Ma, we’re having fun It’s beyond my wildest expectation

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Damon Imagine

@beenfangirlingsince1997 -  May I request an imagine where Damon is really possessive over the reader and he gets jealous really easily and the reader has been badly mentally abused and is a really self conscious shy girl and is really scared of Damon because she’s seen the crueler side of Damon and she gets really fidgety around violence and make it really super angsty and with smut if possible. Oh and Damon and the reader aren't together yet.

*Sorry it’s not with smut, not comfortable with posting stuff like that yet, and I changed the request up slightly just because I’m trying to get back into writing even with school starting*

T.W: capturing, killing and angst

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It was coming up to closing time in the library making you more determined as ever to finish your assigned paper for college before you had to leave. You loved studying in the library, it made you feel calm and safe, being surrounded by books and more or less quiet apart from a subtle whisper here and there from passing students.

You were an old friend of Bonnie's and moved to Whitmore college after finally leaving an abusive relationship with your father and also your boyfriend who would mentally abuse you any time he could to get what he wanted. Bonnie was the one to encourage you to leave and even offered you the extra bed in her dorm room with her other friend Caroline, after explaining that their friend Elena didn't live with them anymore.

Of course being friends with Bonnie meant that at some point she let it spill about her powers and as a result, you found out about all the supernatural creatures that lived in the world and were even walking the halls and streets with you every day.

A few months went by and you found yourself more or less apart of a friendship with the Mystic Falls crew, apart from Damon who you found to be chilling and cruel and only remind you of your past relationship. You had seen the good parts of Damon but you had also seen the worst, you saw the killing and manipulation, the torture and torment, it made you nervous just standing in a room with him, especially alone, but it seemed that the raven haired vampire grew a liking to you and wouldn't leave you alone no matter what.

He was everywhere you went, whether it be at college, your dorm (mostly to talk to Bonnie) or at the library like you were now, but it was obvious that he was keeping an eye on you and it slightly terrified you.

You sighed in content as you finally finished the last sentence of your essay, saving your progress before shutting off your laptop and getting ready to leave, that was until a familiar, tall blue eyed figure walked in making you shiver from fear.

"Hey Y/N, fancy seeing you here." Damon smirked as you avoided eye contact with him as you finished packing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. "Actually, I was just about to leave." You muttered out as you walked passed him and towards the exit only to be stopped by a gentle hand on your arm, "Well here, let me walk you back to your dorm, I have to talk to Bonnie about something anyway."

You pulled your arm away quickly and shook your head, "No, I'm fine on my own."

Damon rolled his eyes at your behaviour, out of everyone he has met in his immortal life, he could never understand you. He barely knew anything about your old life before you moved here, nobody would tell him anything, even Bonnie who had insisted that it wasn't her story to tell.

He knew she was right in a way but it still didn't stop him from being frustrated on not knowing why you constantly feared him and refused his company. At first, he thought it was just because you were shyer than expected, but as the months went by he realised you were fine with everyone else, it was just him that you tried to keep your distance from.

"Oh come on, it's getting dark, and you know what comes out during the night Y/N." He tried to joke but sensed Y/n's nerves heightening as she shivered slightly. Feeling concerned and predicting it was his presence that was worrying her he held a gentle hand out, "Hey," He calmly spoke, but didn't move any closer in case it scared her, "You know I wouldn't hurt you in any way right? I just want to make sure you're safe."

Y/N didn't speak for the longest time before finally shaking her head, "See you later Damon."

After you left the library and walked into the dark streets Damon decided to follow her from a distance to make sure she got to her shared dorm safely, and it was lucky that he did follow.

You were walking rather quickly back to your dorm, just wanting to be back in the safety of a room when suddenly a pair of arms came out of nowhere, one going around your waist while the other was placed firmly on your mouth.

The man turned you around and made you look at him as he whispered, "Don't scream and stay perfectly still." You were frozen on the spot, but luckily not from that man's compulsion but your fear and as soon as he lifted his hand away you screamed hoping to gain someones attention as you tried to run only to be caught by the man once again, "Vervain, huh?" He hissed before dark veins appeared under his eyes and you struggled to get away.

"Leave me alone!" You yelled just as his grip was yanked away and you fell to the ground in a delirious state. "That's no way to treat a woman." You hear a familiar voice growl as he pushed your captor's body further away from you before plunging his hand into his body and pulling out his heart while the body crashed to the ground turning grey.

Your eyes widened from fear as Damon turned around and met your gaze, anger still blazing in his eyes. As he tried to get closer you pushed yourself away, firmly shutting your eyes as you cowered back in fear, "Leave me alone, please." You begged, unfortunately, your pleas weren't enough to convince Damon to leave. Instead, he cautiously walked closer before crouching down to your level and inspecting your body for wounds.

After finding none he frowned, wiping his bloodied hand on his jeans before coming slightly closer, "Hey Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you okay? I'm just going to pick you up and take you back to your room, is that okay?" He asked only to be met with a quiet no and a shiver, "Please, don't take me there, I don't want Bonnie or Caroline freaking out, please, just leave me alone, I'll be okay." You muttered still not looking up at the vampire in front of you.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen, sorry." Damon replied before he scooped you up in his arms and vampire sped you away until you arrived at the Salvatore house and he laid you gently on the couch near a lit fire.

"Why did you take me here?" You asked nervously as you watched Damon pour out two glasses of bourbon, walking over and handing you one of the, "Because you are finally going to tell me why you fear me, and what happened in your life before you came here."

Your eyes widened as you shook your head in refusal, "I-I can't, Damon, please don't make me-" You were begging and crying at just the thoughts of your old life which frightened Damon as his eyes widened and he took the glass from you and tried to calm you down, "Hey, it's okay, your safe, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to, but it would really help me a lot if I knew why you hate me so much."

"I don't hate you," You whispered as your eyes watched the flames dancing in the fire, "I fear you."

"Why?" He cautiously asked hoping it didn't trigger you again, you just shivered. Damon stood up and grabbed a blanket and handed it to you, shakily you took it and he helped you put it around yourself before he sat down on the ground in front of you and waited until you were ready.

Shutting your eyes tightly you encouraged yourself to speak, "You remind me of him," you mumbled quietly as Damon titled his head out of curiosity and uneasiness, "My ex-boyfriend."

After that, everything you tried to hide from Damon fell out of your lips as you told him about your past, about your father and how you were mentally abused by your ex, and how seeing Damon kill and manipulate people for his own benefit reminded you of everything your ex did to you.

Damon was beyond shocked at you words and immediately understood now why you had feared him so much, he made sure it was okay with you before he sat beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "I would and will never hurt you purposely, okay Y/N? I promise you that. Why didn't you tell me before instead of leaving me clueless and possibly hurting you when I didn't know?"

He asked in concern as you cried into his shoulder after having to relive your old memories, "I was afraid of how you'd react, I didn't know what you'd do and I thought I'd be safer if you just didn't know, I'm sorry." You whimpered which made Damon's heart ache as he collected you into his arms and pulled you into his chest, 

"Don't apologize, you never need to apologize for anything like that okay? Ever, and, I'm sorry for every single time I've ever hurt you or made you fear me, I'm sorry that I made you fear me in the first place with literally just being who I am. But I promise I'm not like him, I don't want to hurt you, I only want to make sure your safe and protected."

Your emotions were mixed as you lay in Damon’s embrace, you were still slightly anxious about him, especially after witnessing him kill a man but then you were also relieved he found you and made sure you were okay. You knew your relationship with Damon would always be confusing and hard at times but also knowing that he cared for you made you have a bit more hope in him and his ways.

“Thank you.“ You whispered tiredly as he kissed the top of your head and you drifted off to sleep.

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Elijah Imagine (Short)

may I request an cute and fluff imagine for Elijah. You and Elijah are dating and he finds out your failing history, and you don't care. So he finds adorable ways to study with you, to make you love the subject.

*Sorry I’ve had no time to write because I’m getting ready to go back to school*

Hey 'Lijah." You smiled as you noted your boyfriend walking into your room as you were doing some essay work.

"Hello love, how was college today?" He asked as he sat down behind you on your bed. You sighed spinning around in your chair to face him, 

"Alright I guess, it's college." 

You shrugged, but really your whole week had been pretty bad after one of your professors had said you'd been failing, and you needed to pass by the end of the semester to continue doing the subject, but the thing was, you didn't really care much for this subject or the professor who taught it.

"You sure? You can tell me anything, you know that right?"

Frowning you looked away as you slowly nodded, "I'm failing one of my classes." You mumbled guiltily as you glanced up to see Elijah already looking at you, 

"What subject?" 

He asked lightly not sounding angry or disappointed like you thought he would.

"History, and if I don't pass by the end of the semester I have to drop the subject, but that's fine, I guess." You shook your head and shrugged before looking back to your books, "I should get back to studying."

"How about I help you?" Your boyfriend suggested as you tilted your head in confusion, "How? It's not particularly my favourite subject, and it wouldn't exactly be fun."

This made your boyfriend smile as he leaned forward to grab your chair and pull you closer to him so he could peck your lips, "I could think of a few ideas to make it fun, for both of us." He smirked as you blushed wondering what was ahead of you for the evening.

"Correct again, Y/N! See, you're finally getting the hang of this." Elijah complimented as he rewarded you with a kiss that soon got heated as you left your chair to sit on his lap.

"That's because I have you to help me." You replied breathlessly, chuckling, Elijah pecked your lips once more, "Okay, another question-"

You pouted covering his mouth with your hand, "Can't we stop for now Lijah, it's getting late and I really just want to be with you." You begged before slowly removing your hand and replacing it with your lips.

Elijah kissed back, his hands holding your waist gently. "I suppose we could have a small break." You pulled away and giggled before pressing your lips to his once again, both of you falling back onto the bed.

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Hello! I'd like to request a fic for Lonnie Machin from "Arrow" 💕 With 3, 13, 21, and 24. Please? And smut if possible ;) If not, it's perfectly fine to exclude

Hey I actually haven't come across that character yet (I'm so sorry!) if I ever do finish the series or get up to date I'll write about it so people know ☺️

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Jack: So you remember the plan if I ever get shot right.

Race: Of course.

Jack: Tell me.

Race: In the case of you ever being shot, as you fall to the ground, we are to sing MMMM WHATCHA SAY no matter the circumstances.

Jack: Good.

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I found these cards and I knew exactly what to do with them

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PLEASE, YES OMG STOP I beg

ACTORS 👏 ARE 👏 NOT 👏 THEIR 👏 CHARACTERS 👏 SO 👏 STOP 👏 ACTING 👏 LIKE 👏 THEY 👏 ARE

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Klaus Imagine

Anon - can I have a Klaus imagine were your Aprils twin and a person who loves art even though you can't do any art it yourself. you got an invitation to the Mikealson ball and while your there you look at all the art on the wall. Klaus sees you looking at his paintings and he takes you away from the ball so that you to can bond over his other paintings.

TW: I apologise for it getting pretty dark and depressing, my mind was in a mood while writing it.

Hope you enjoy! I’m slowly but surely getting through the requests :)

You frowned as you looked around for your sister in the crowded halls of the beautifully large manor. She had left you at the drinks table when she found a friend of hers and now you were all by yourself, not knowing anybody around.

You had received an invitation to the Mikaelson ball a week after your arrival to your old home in Mystic Falls after travelling from New York where your job was currently at. Your sister April was so excited to see you once again and begged you to attend with her even though she knew that parties weren't your ideal place to be.

Nonetheless, you agreed which is why you're here alone in your F/C dress anxiously fumbling with the fabric to calm your nerves.

You supposed the only decent thing about the party was the artwork that lay around the extravagant home, you thought it was absolutely fantastic and mesmerising which led you to occupy yourself by gazing at the many paintings wondering who the excellent artist was.

As your eyes travelled over the large deep detailed paintings in one corner of the room Klaus Mikaelson seemed to spot you gazing upon his artwork and softly smiled to himself before he approached you.

"So, you like art?" He asked making you jump in fright before blushing and nodding as your eyes drifted back to the painting before you, "Yes, art is amazing," You smiled up at him nervous to talk to him but the thought of talking to someone about something you love calmed your nerves slightly.

"I love how all artists have their own styles and techniques and you can see the hard work and emotion put into every piece of creation whether it be a painting or a sculpture and, oh- I'm rambling aren't I? Sorry about that." you blushed rubbing the back of your neck out of embarrassment, the man beside you however just smiled in amusement.

"That's alright love, my name's Niklaus, but you can call me Klaus, I'm the uh, creator of all the paintings in this home."

"You?!" You were astounded at your new discovery as Klaus chuckled. "Don't be so shocked love, you might just offend me." He joked lightly, you shook your head lightly grabbing his arm to try and fix your last words,

 "No, I didn't mean it like that, You're amazing, " You said gesturing to the beautiful paintings behind you before looking back at him and realizing your slip of the tongue as you rephrased once again, "your artwork is amazing." You said, blushing from embarrassment.

This made Klaus smirk as he offered his arm out for you to take and you shyly accepted, still slightly embarrassed, "How about we leave this scene and I can show you a few of my newer pieces of art in my study?" He suggested to you which you immediately agreed to, excited to see more of his amazing work.

You stood in front of a particular piece of unfinished artwork in the study. Klaus, on the other hand, began to speak to you from the other side of the room about another one of his drawings which you were first drawn to, he didn't seem to notice your interest in his new work until he turned to his side and noticed your lack of presence making him turn around to see your back turned to him as you gazed at the canvas still on its easel.

"Ah, my latest work." He murmured as he walked towards you and the painting until you could feel him close to your back, your eyes stayed focused on the painting though, it was as if your mind was drawing in the pain you felt from the painting, the horror and fear that swept through each brushstroke of the moving artwork.

"It's, it's-" You shook your head at a loss for words to describe your feelings about this particular piece, with every other picture you could express your feelings about them in the simplest words, but this one precise painting was too heart-wrenching to describe in such few words.

Klaus decided to help you out as he listed off a few words he came up with, "How about depressing, scary, horrifying, boring-"

"Emotional," You cut him off as you whispered the word as you glanced back at him, his eyes fixed on you tilting as if asking for you to continue and explain your word choice.

You frowned lightly as you turned back around to face the painting, folding your arms as you studied every single detail of the portrait. Klaus moved from his stance behind you to stand beside you and gaze at what you saw as you began to explain,

"With every stroke, some seeming violent and others soft, I can see the pain, anguish and heartache present, the colours show the gloom and longing, almost yearning for somebody to guide them to the right path, back to colour, you displayed slight colour in the distance here but it's so far away, if you were to picture being in the painting yourself it'd be a difficult task, to be able to walk to where it is. I think you painted this because- no, nevermind."

You shook your head and looked away from the painting not planning to hurt Klaus' feelings or take his painting and make the description something it's not. You could feel the suffering but weren't sure whether it was because Klaus made it so or because you made it so in your mind.

You lifted your head up as Klaus placed a hand on your shoulder and moved the two of you back slightly so you could admire the painting from a slightly longer distance, with his other hand he gestured to you, "Every choice is mine, the colour, the canvas, please continue, I won't be offended, and I need to know what you see." He asked, sighing still slightly unsure you turned back to the painting and nodded as a whole wave of emotions rushed back to you,

"I believe you painted this because you felt betrayed by people you care for and trust the most, it destroyed you in ways you couldn't describe and mentally hurt you. You had anger already stored away for some reason but the betrayal made you lash out but not with violence or words but with visuals, some may not understand it and feel its simply just a rushed or a tested painting but others will see this and understand what it's trying to say, understand the hurt and pain it portrays because they have felt like this before and it speaks out to them, it's like a personal hell that only a few can witness." You spoke, whispering out the end part as you thought back to your life a few months ago and how much it has changed but you could still relate to the emotions visualised in this painting.

Breaking eye contact with the canvas you looked away, quickly brushing the few teardrop that fell from your eyes hoping that Klaus didn't see, but when you looked up at Klaus he was already looking at you with a flash of wonder in his eyes, "You are truly remarkable Y/N, a mystery yet to be unsolved."

Instead of explaining his words Klaus guided you over to one of his other paintings, more neutral with more colour than the last as he described his intention for his actions. Thoughts of what happened brushed off and covered with smiling and talking about all things positive, and you were glad, for everything, especially to have met Klaus and have an already blossoming relationship bloom between the two of you, one which neither of you would have considered possible until that night.

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I loved this so much this was the highlight of p&f 😂

“Ah, Perry the platypus!”

“What an unexpected -“

“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!”

“You’re trapped!”

“By societal convention!”

“Look! We’re in a fine dining environment. Everyone knows not to throw a scene in a fancy restaurant!”

“That’s right. You’re trapped. Sit down.”

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Oliver Queen Imagine

#4 of the line prompts with Oliver Queen from Arrow

#4  “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”

*couldn’t think of anything good to write for some of the other imagines requested so hope you don’t mind this popping up first*

A light smile met your lips as you picked up a beautiful necklace on one of the stalls in your towns weekly market. You didn't normally go to these things because they were almost always the same, but your sister had persuaded you to leave your apartment and join her after you spent so long inside binge watching shows.

Your sister was a few stalls behind you chatting to a young baker who was also more or less her boyfriend. They've been on a few dates and are smitten with each other, now just waiting for either of them to say the words for their relationship to go further. You were happy for her, of course, she was your sister and deserved everything, but jealousy also ran through your veins.

After your last boyfriend cheated and then dumped you, you swore you would never date again, at least for a while. And a while had been two years.

Now, it's not that you haven't tried to get back into dating, because you have, it was the fact that every man you went out with didn't feel right to you, you had fun most of the times sure but there was never that spark that you had like in your last relationship, and you didn't know what to do.

As you handed the stall keeper a few coins for the necklace, you thanked him and began to walk off only to stumble and fall as somebody crashed into you sending you crashing to the ground and also dropping your new necklace.

"I'm so sorry, here." The man quickly apologised as he held his hand out for you to take. You grabbed it and he pulled it up, a bit too rushed as you stumbled into his chest and then backed away flustered, "Sorry."

"No, it's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm Oliver, Oliver Queen."

Your eyes widened at the name, gasping and silently cursing yourself for not recognising the popular man of Star City. You blushed as you realised he noted your reaction and smiled to himself, quickly you averted your eyes and glanced down to the ground noticing your necklace on the cobbled street.

"Oh, let me." He mumbled as you both went to grab the necklace and then bang heads in the process, "Wow, I'm sorry again, I guess I'm just not with it today." He apologised and chuckled as he bent down for a second time to retrieve the necklace while you gently rubbed the sore spot on your head with your hand.

As he stood up his hands still holding the necklace he caught sight of something behind you and nervously coughed before gently grabbing your elbow and leading the two of you to walk in the other direction, "Okay, I know this is going to sound weird and sudden but, I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes."

His anxious small smile only strengthened the quizzical look on your face as he sighed stopping the two of you in the street and then turned to face you, "There's this girl after me, a crazy ex, let's say, and I need you, I'm begging you, just for a few minutes to pretend to be my girlfriend so she doesn't try to cause something in the street."

You glanced up at his almost pleading eyes and then looked around for your sister, spotting her at the same stall as before talking, not noticing your situation. Sighing and combing your fingers through your hair you nodded, "Fine, what do I have to do?"

Oliver sighed with relief, glancing around and then smiling as he held up your necklace, "May I put this on you?"

Timidly nodding you turned around and lifted your hair as Oliver came closer and wrapped the chain around your neck. His mouth came closer to your ear as he focused on the clasped and then slowly moved away as the pendant fell lightly onto your chest, "Beautiful." He murmured loud enough for you to hear.

You turned around to question him but was cut short by his arm being raised as an offering. You took it and the two of you strolled through the streets, Oliver constantly joking and making you laugh until you felt like less of a stranger to him, "Thanks again for today, I couldn't have a scene happen in public, you saved us all really, the whole city."

You smiled dipping your head to the ground as you lightly blushed, "It was fun, surprisingly."

As if in shock Oliver placed a hand to his chest, "Did you not think I'd be fun? I'm hurt Y/N."

Rolling your eyes and shoving him lightly you replied, "I wasn't sure what to think, you literally came out of nowhere, but I mean it when I said I had a good time."

Oliver beamed at your comment, "Me too, I hope this isn't the last time we meet Ms L/N, I liked having you around." He winked using your last name which confused you at first until you remembered you telling him it in a conversation.

"Bye Mr Queen, I'm sure we'll see each other around at some point."

"Fingers crossed." He whispered and smirked before bringing your hand up to his face to kiss it. He gave you one final smile as he walked away from the market square.

You smiled in a dazed state as you watched him walk off and waved goodbye one last time as he glanced back before turning the corner.

"Gosh, I'm wrecked, so what did you do? Buy anything nice? See any cute boys?" You sister asked seeming to come out of nowhere as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

You were surprised at her sudden appearance and turned to her and her eyes brightening at the sight of the necklace around your neck and the pendant that shown in the sun, "Ooh, that's pretty! Did a boy get it for you?" She teased knowing her suspicions were probably not true.

You smiled knowingly, turning away from your sister and glancing down the street where Oliver went, twirling the pendant with your fingers, "Something like that."