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Word Count: 3800ish

Warnings: triggers, [Y/N] getting a panic attack, tony being in danger, a bit of angst, fluff, language from Steve (gasp)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Request by anon: hellooo, are you still taking requests? if your are, can you pls do one where tony is the reader’s dad. the avengers go on a mission and tony got badly injured. then the reader has a panic attack but Cap was there to help her :-) 

A/N: I tired my best to portray what I can. I just want to say that you are loved and please never think that you are alone. there will always be someone there.  💓 Also, I really got into this one because Steve dating Tony’s daughter is such a fun to write. Enjoy~~~💓 💓 💓

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[Y/N] shot down the last of the group pursuing her, smirking in triumph as the last heavily armored man fell to the grass. “And that’s ten points for mwah.”

“Hate to break it you, munchkin,” her dad’s voice echoed in her ears the same time an explosion set off a few trees down, most likely dealing with a bigger amount than her. “But the points go double to my side of the House Stark. Thank you very much.”

[Y/N] rolled her eyes, putting her guns back to her holster as she ran closer towards the enemy lines. Clint chuckled and tutted through the comms. “Not so fast, Starks, because I-” he let go of his arrow and it ricocheted off of its targets flawlessly, clearing them all off as he smirked- “just hit a home run.”

Natasha couldn’t possibly believe what she was hearing. She was mowing down the soldiers shooting at her with a jeep she found while simultaneously having to listen to the bullshit of her teammates. “What even is this point system you’re using? I can’t-”

“Go fish.”

Natasha squinted, pressing her finger onto her earpiece, hoping she heard it wrong. “Excuse me, Rogers?”

A/N: In honor of getting over 100 followers. This fic is near and dear to my heart. I struggle with epilepsy. I decided to write an epileptic reader into one of my fics because it helps me process it. I hope that’s okay.

You were on your way back from your pharmacy run. You buy something innocuous as well, this time toothpaste, to disguise why you really went to the drug store–to refill your prescriptions. You head back to Brendon’s and knock on the door. He lets you in with a smile and a little kiss.

“Hey Y/n,” he says “Where’d you sneak off to?” “Had to get toothpaste,” you reply. “You know there was a full tube in the closet,” he says, feeling bad that you went out just to get it. “Oh oops, I didn’t know,” you reply easily with a smile. “Oh well, just one less thing to buy on the tour,” Brendon says happily, kissing the top of your head. You smile up at him and go to your room, closing the door behind you.

You sorted your pills into each slot of your weekly box.

Three of these in the morning and night One of those day and night too One of that, but only at night Two of the others, but only in the morning Damn, you are one heavily medicated person. Whatever it takes to stay healthy, you guess it’s worth it. You had never been on tour before, and you were so excited. It was your last couple days of packing up before you leave. You were nervous though. Your epilepsy usually flared up when you don’t get enough sleep.

Brendon doesn’t even know you have seizures. He’s obviously noticed you take medication, but you’re discreet about it and he never asks. You don’t want him to treat you differently, or have him worry about you all the time. You’re sure he would overreact. You had been with Brendon for a year now, and your epilepsy had been so well controlled, you haven’t had a seizure in almost two years. It wasn’t really important for him to know. Until now. Who knew if your epilepsy would remain under control in such a new environment. You worry the craziness of touring might mess with it.

Once you begin the tour, all of your worries fade away. Every show Brendon performs is like pure magic and it keeps you going. And the celebration sex? Mind blowing. You are so proud of Brendon. You watch him from off stage pretty much every show, usually with Zach, and unabashedly jam out. Zach stands by while he silently judges you, but you occasionally force him to join in. He’s so tough looking, but he has a soft spot for you.

It’s two weeks into the tour and you’re getting exhausted. One night, you’re less enthusiastic than usual back stage during the show. Zach nudges you with his elbow.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah,” you brush it off as convincingly as possible, “just tired.”

The show ends and you make your way back to the bus. You climb into the bunk after putting on some pjs and you feel Brendon join you. He wraps an arm around you. You turn over to face him and he strokes your arm.

“Hey babe,” he says, “how are you feeling? You seem like you’re draggin.”

Zach totally told on you. Damn him.

“I’m fine,” you reply cooly, “not everyone is used to touring the whole goddamn world, ya know?” You laugh.

Brendon smiles and kisses you gently. “As long as you’re okay…” Brendon trails off.

“Yes,” you reply confidently, “and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He leans in and kisses you again. His face then becomes serious.

“Get some sleep.” He starts to move from the bunk but you grab his arm. He looks back at you surprised.

“Don’t go,” you say, and he looks concerned. “I’ll get lonely,” you added with a smile, covering up your anxiety. He seemed convinced that it was the only reason you wanted him to stay. Truthfully, it was because you’re scared. What if something happened? What if you had a seizure in your sleep and choked on your vomit and you never woke up?

Brendon stripped down to his boxers, tossing his clothes out from behind the curtain of the bunk. You cuddle up next to him and fall asleep nearly instantly.

You wake up the next morning and the bed is empty. You sit up quickly, but you hear Brendon’s voice coming from the tiny kitchen talking to Dallon, and you calm down. You stretch and roll out of bed, padding into the kitchen area. Brendon is manning a pan on the stove top. His eyes light up as you enter.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Brendon greets you.

“Well hi there, sleeping beauty!” Zach joked.

“What time is it?” You ask as you lean into Brendon’s chest and he kisses you on the top of your head.

“Eleven,” Dallon replies.

Your eyes grow wide. “Gees why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I wanted you to get some extra sleep,” Brendon says, rubbing your back. You nod gratefully and step away, sliding into the booth next to Dallon. Dallon puts an arm around you.

“Want to eat? We’re making pancakes,” Dallon announced.

“Yeah, sure,” you reply happily. The door to the bus swung open and Kenny and Dan climbed up. They both sat down on the couch.

Pancakes were served up soon after. The boys start talking about the set list for their show tonight. Dallon lists off the songs on his fingers, everyone nodding as he went. As soon as he mentioned Sins there was a collective groan, especially from Brendon. You smirked.

“Oh come on guys, do it for the fans!” You coach.

“Fine,” Brendon pouts. The conversation continued.

“We could close out with Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time,” Dallon suggested.

“I kind of li–” you started, but didn’t finish.

Everyone’s attention was on you, but you said nothing. A blank stare took over your face.

“Y/n?” Brendon asked you. You don’t respond at all. The boys are unsure what to think, but worry consumes Brendon. “Y/n?” He called loudly, leaning over the table to shake your shoulder. After some delay, you speak,

“–ike when you close out victorious, though.”

You see everyone staring at you with the strangest expression. Gees, was closing with Victorious that bizarre of an idea? You realize Brendon is touching your arm. When did that happen?

“Y/n,” Brendon says, confused, “Are you okay?”

Imagine:On everyone’s 18th Birthday a Tattoo of their soulmates name appears.-Part 3.

You and the girls sat around the table, you had traced your hand over your tattoo more than 10 times. Smiling down at your wrist, you liked how his name looked on your skin but you couldn’t accept that he was your soulmate.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?"Malia asked as she took yet another slice of cake.

"It’s a mistake, its the wrong name"you answered, still tracing your fingers over the swirly ink.

"I don’t understand?"Lydia spoke out.

"Y/n the soulmate tattoo is never wrong? What makes you think that it is?"Allison asked.

"Stilinski-Uhm Stiles, he’s never actually looked at me in that way"you frowned.

"How do you know?"Kira questioned.

"I just know, trust me I’ve seen him when he likes a girl"you motioned over to Lydia.

"This is not what this is"you raised your arm.

"Then what is it?"Malia chomped.

"A mistake"You mumbled before taking the piece of cake from Malia.

-3hours later- It was 1am, Lydia and Allison were sprawled out on your bed, snoring lightly. Kira was curled up on your bedroom’s sofa and Malia was asleep on your floor covered in blankets her leg up in the air.

You glanced at Malia’s awkward position and you shook your head smiling to yourself as you watched out the window, this had to be a mistake right? The smile faded from your face as you thought about Stiles.

Suddenly a shadow moving around in your front garden made your heart jump. It was getting closer to your door and you felt sudden fear.

Stumbling over your own feet you leaped over Malia and grabbed your baseball bat, unintentionally knocking over your lamp. It smashed on the floor, waking up Lydia and Allison.

"What was that?"Allison squinted her eyes, before rubbing them.

"And why do you have a baseball bat, I didn’t know you played baseball?"Lydia asked, curiously as she sat up.

"I don’t play baseball, someone’s in the front garden"you informed the two half asleep girls that were now pulling the blankets around their body.

"Well you aren’t going down there by yourself"Malia yawned as she stretched.

"And you are definitely not leaving me behind"Kira said tiredly. "I’m sorry for waking you guys"you apologized.

"Seriously? We’d be mad if you didn’t wake us up"Allison replied as she took out a bow&arrow.

You all looked at her with widened eyes, slightly amazed at the fact she brought a weapon out of her pocket.

"Please don’t tell me that’s always in your pocket"Lydia laughed.

"24/7"Allison smiled proudly.

"Lets go get this intruder"Malia said as she whipped out her claws. The five of you tiptoed around your house, before hearing a loud knock at your door.

You turnt to eachother. "At least they knocked"Malia shrugged before lunging at the door, swinging it open.

You all ran towards the door with your weapons in the air. You heard Allison shout, telling you all to stop. When you lowered your weapons you noticed who it was.

"Scott?"Allison asked.

"Yeah?"he looked up from behind his hands, he was shaking slightly.

"What are you doing here, we thought you were an intruder"you explained.

"I need your help at the high school"Scott said to the 5 of you. When you arrived you noticed that there were 5 figures already standing in the car park.

You immediately recognized one to be your ‘soulmate’ Stiles, Liam Dunbar stood next to Isaac and Jackson. Theo made his way over to the group.

You heard Malia growl under her breath. Stiles froze when he saw you walking over. He quickly rushed over to you, placing his hand on your arms.

"Y/n, you can’t be here, you need to go home"He ushered you back to the car.

"What?! Why not? Scott said he needed our help so we’re here?"you protested quickly.

"I’m going to kill Scott"he mumbled angrily. You both walked back to the group,Stiles was swearing quietly to himself and when you re-joined the pack he dragged Scott to the side.

"What was that about?"Lydia murmured next to you.

"I’m not quite sure"you replied as you watched Stiles and Scott argue. Stiles had red cheeks when he returned, Scott looked frustrated.

"Okay so the new Alpha pack is inside the school, they have something that we want"Scott spoke out to the whole group.

"Deucalion has a new alpha pack?"you asked, slightly frightened.

"No, we don’t know who the leader is this time"Theo answered.

"We’ll split up and look for Mason"Liam ordered.

"They have Mason?!"Kira exclaimed.

"That’s who we’re saving to tonight"Stiles nodded.

"No matter what we’re getting Mason out of there, he must be terrified"you frowned before running back to the car.

You returned with your baseball bat, The pack looked at you and Stiles blankly.

"What?"you both said in sync.

"Why do you have the same bat?"Isaac asked. You both looked at each other before raising your bats to reveal that they were the same.

He smiled down at you before Scott started to pair everyone off. "Liam and Kira you take the Library”

“Allison and I will search the canteen whilst Isaac and Malia go through the changing rooms"Scott nodded. The two pairs left to start searching for your friend.

"Umm, Stiles and Lydia check the basements, and Theo and y/n can look in the classrooms"Scott quickly announced before he started to walk off.

"Nope not happening, Theo is not going with y/n. He can’t keep his hands to himself and he might just run off and leave her"Stiles shook his head.

"Fine, I’ll go with Stiles"you said.

"Did you just call me Stiles?"he smiled.

"Yeah I did"you smiled back. The two of you hadn’t noticed that everyone else had left.

"Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home, because I can?! Scott will understand I just-it’s just- out of everything and everyone your the only one that feels like home. It’s always been us two like in 3rd grade up till now, everyone has come and gone but you? You’ve always been here if I lost you I don’t know what I’d do"he stuttered out before running his hands through his hair.

"I’m not going anywhere, I promise I’ll still be here tomorrow and you can bump into me again like you always do"you answered with a smile before holding his hand.

"Okay lets go save Mason"he looked towards the school.

00:00

Sam has created a chatroom: HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY

Sam has invited Bucky, Steve, Y/N, Nat.

Sam: Happy Birthday, raccoon boy. I’m glad to have been given the chance to know you. I hope you enjoy your birthday, ya jerk.

Steve: Happy Birthday, Buck! I hope we can celebrate many more birthday’s together. Thank you for always being there for me. I’m with you till the end of the line. Love you.

Natasha: С днём рождения! Желаю, чтобы у тебя всё было, а тебе за это ничего бы не было. (Happy birthday! I wish you have it all without repercussions.)

Y/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUCKY!! You deserve the best, and I hope all your wishes comes true. I hope you’re ready to celebrate your birthday later, because we have a big surprise for you.

Sam: … Guys, I think he’s asleep.

Steve: He’s usually awake around this time.

Natasha: Yes but, he’s been tired from his last mission so…

Y/N: … Well, at least we got to wish him before everyone else.

Sam: … Now what?

Steve: Now we barge into his room, and bombard him with hugs.

Summary: You’re an actress with a strong career but sometimes life gets you down and the struggle comes with your dyslexia but with Jensen and your friends they help. Especially when you’ve bonded with your on-screen father Dean. That bond is true in reality too so how do they all help?

Characters: Jensen x platonic!reader, Jared Padalecki, Danneel Ackles (Harris)

Words: 1149 
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear in this. Also I know very little about dyslexia but I’m going my very best.

Warning: Swearing, breakdown, sad reader, dyslexia,  little angst and a lot of fluff.

Requested: @purely-myself-03

Author: Caitsy.

Tagging: At the end.

A/N We have a request for everyone else. Can you please request some things or take a look at the prompt list? The more requests we get the more you’ll all get to read.

The entertainment business is extremely hard to work in among the fight to get work to the rumours that circulate around your name. It’s even more difficult when you have any problems that the media deems ‘unworthy of work’ or you’re stamped with ‘may cause production problems’. You were in that category.

You were a damn good actress from the amount of success and reviews you’ve received over the years. You were dedicated to your career even if you had trouble reading the script sometimes but it would be extremely difficult at times. You’re latest gig was a spot on the show Supernatural. You had debuted in the season finale and now you were filming the new season.

The rain was pouring outside the motel room where Dean and Sam were going over the case they were working. Beers littered the table but no food yet. They had ordered a couple pizzas that would arrive any moment to the impatience of Dean.

“So we still have little to no know idea on what we’re fighting?” Dean asked taking a pull from the bottle.

“No. We might need Cas because it’s would be a witch or something worse.” Sam replied rubbing his face as both men leaned back in their chairs. There was a knock of the door before he could continue.

“You grab the pizza, I’m going to use the bathroom.” Dean said climbing to feet and going into the attached room, “Do not eat it all!”
 “Yeah, yeah.” Sam chuckled grabbing his wallet and opening the door to see a young and freezing teenager on the doorstep. She held two pizzas but other than that she wasn’t holding anything but a duffle bag.

“D-dean?”

“Um. No I think you have the wrong room but that pizza is ours.” Sam replied reaching for it. The teen quickly moved back with a rapid shake of her head.

“No. You must be Sam.”

The clicking of a gun from behind Sam was heard. Both turned to see a furious Dean Winchester aiming a gun at the teens head. The teen’s eye rapidly grew before she shoved the pizza at Sam and raised her arms.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m…I’m Millie Campbell Winchester!” The teen exclaimed hiding behind the door jam, “I don’t legally go by Winchester!”

“What the fuck are you pulling?” Dean hissed edging backwards into the room, “Get in here.”

“We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Pl-please put the gun down.”  Bell weakly asked stepping into the room. The gun was lowered at the nod of Sam.

“Who are you really?” Sam asked.

“I’m not kidding! I’m Mille Campbell Winchester. I’m nineteen years old and I was named after my great-grandma Millie. Everyone calls me Bell.”

“Cas, we need help.” Dean grumbled.

Bell jumped at the sudden appearance of an Angel in the room where he tilted his head at Bell before looking at Dean.

“You called?”

“Who is this?” Dean demanded not removing his eyes from her. Castiel came closer to Bell in curiosity before he nodded.

“This would be your daughter Millie Campbell Winchester-Murdock.” Can said looking at Dean, “Did you not get that voicemail?”

“Jesus.” Dean groaned, “I have a child? You’re dropping the Murdock, kid.”

Ever since you had devoted yourself to going over your script countless times but sometimes you struggled like today. You woke up knowing it was going to be horrible because you woke up late and your mother informed you the family was coming for a visit. When you stopped in for a coffee at your favourite place you noticed you were having more trouble than usual reading the menu.

“No, no, no.” You grumbled. You knew it was because you’re demanding and hectic family was coming. They didn’t understand how terrible it was to work and keep them happy in your home. It got worse when you forgot all your lines in the first scene and you were shaking because you couldn’t even read anything in the script.

“I-I-I…”You mumbled running to the favourite place you had. You said there sobbing trying to rip the script up in your hands, “I QUIT! THIS BULLSHIT!”

“Y/N? Where are you?” Jared’s voice asked before he caught side for your hiccuping and shaking body, “Shit.”

Jared backtracked quickly because they only person that could calm you down was Jensen. You two had bonded and developed a distinct bond normally between father and daughter. You had a terrible childhood with your father and it got worse when he fled the family.

“J?” Jared called rushing up to his best friend.

“Yeah?” Jensen asked, “Find Y/N?”

“That’s the thing. She’s having a breakdown.”

Jensen shoved his own script at Jared before he swiftly went the place you went to the most. His heart broke at the sight of you rocking yourself with large sobs. He noticed the attempts at tearing the script apart.

“Y/N/N? Honey.” Jensen whispered pulling the teen into his arms. He rocked them in attempts to calm her down, “What’s wrong?”

“I-I ca-“ You hiccuped.

“Hey, take a deep breath with me.” Jensen whispered placing your hand on his chest, “Feel my heart beating? Think of how it’s beat and match my breathing okay?”

“O-O-“

“Sh, don’t talk but taking deep breaths for me.” Jensen whispered as your head fall onto his chest and the shaking dwindled.

“My family’s coming.” You started with a shaky voice, “I knew it was going to be bad because I couldn’t order a coffee and I was nearly late to work!”

“Why were you almost late.” Jensen questioned not noticing as majority of the cast watched with a few photos and a visiting Danneel smiling.

“I couldn’t read the signs! My phone died too!”

“Hey, it’s okay. We all have bad days, remember last week?” Jensen questioned leaning back, “Jared couldn’t find his lucky necklace?”

“The one the boys made for him?” You asked.

“Yeah, I had a meltdown but you were there with your computer and Gen was on there with the boys.” Jared sadly smiled as he crouched in front of you.

“You don’t know how hard it is being dyslexic.” You whimpered.

“No we don’t, but we see a strong young woman with a support system that greatly helps you.” Jensen said, “It’s a scene that can be switched out, you know everyone understands that sometimes you can’t work and that goes for everyone. How about Danneel, you and I go get ice cream?”

“Okay.” You sniffled smiling when Jensen brushed the tears away and Danneel helped you up with a smile.

“I may not have given life to you but you’re my honorary daughter.” Danneel grinned before Jensen pulled both of you into a hug.

“Come on kid. I don’t let my kids live with no ice cream.”

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Prompt: Hello, can I make a request I’m sorry if they are closed but could you do one where the reader is blind or deaf and someone insults her and she gets smad that means sad and mad and Fred comforts her tells her she is perfect and that he loves her. Thank you and you writing is radical have a nice day or night bye

Fandom: Harry Potter

Character Pairings: Reader x Fred Weasley

Words: 2045

A/N: I am currently skipping class because I am having a horrible day. I hope you guys are having a better day than I am. If you have any requests, send them in. This was an interesting imagine to write, it took me a bit longer because I had to think a little more and I wrote a little more. On Word this is like 4 pages. lol Thank you for the request Anon! I hope you are able to read this! <3

Also, is anyone having trouble adding GIF’s to their posts? Mine isn’t doing anything when I click it.

I apologize for the title, I couldn’t think of anything else!

Suggested by: Anonymous

You weren’t surprised the day you got your Hogwarts letter. You mom and dad had both attended and there was no doubt that you were a wizard – your time making things apparate to you as a toddler or making things levitate when you were bored, showed that. You had dutifully gone to Diagon Alley and gladly got all the supplies you needed. Everything was perfect but you were still nervous on your first day. Why? Well, you were deaf. You were born deaf and even the best healers couldn’t cast the best spell to help. You had learned to adjust as you grew older and everyone around you had accepted you just fine. It was a tiny flaw; it didn’t mean you were less of a witch and certainly didn’t mean it gave anyone the right to bully you.

Author: EdgarAllenPoes-Raven

Character: Dean x reader 

Word Count: 1,691

Warnings: None

Brief Summary/Request Prompt/Original Imagine:  Dean is away on a hunt leaving you alone in the Bunker; well that is till the King of Hell turns up asking for the boys. Instead of leaving you end up spending the evening drinking tea, eating pancakes and talking about the boys.

A/N: Bold = writing to communicate.

Italics - sign language.

Title; Injury / Rating; K / Warnings; None / Multishot; If you would like another part then please request it here!

Your POV;

It was dark, somewhere is the background there was a beeping sound. You felt heavy and your head was in so much pain. There were voices, you couldn’t make out what they were saying or who is was, but people where there and it comforted you. You tried to think back to what happened but you couldn’t, you could only make out flashes, gunshots and screaming, was it your own? you were unsure.