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just a girl who’s turning her maladaptive daydreaming disorder into some pretty mediocre imagines | no gifs are mine

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All I want is for Dean Winchester and me to be best friends and we slowly fall in love with one another: a thread

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You felt so useless, so stupid, so broken, so hurt. You knew that your now ex wasn’t good for you. You constantly fought, they were toxic, and you were never truly happy around them.

Dean noticed a negative change in your mental health. You slumped around the bunker, you barely ate, you didn’t look him in the eye, and you never said anything. He knew that you needed space, and he respected that, but he was getting agitated seeing you so sad. He loved you so much, and all he wanted was for you to smile and see how much you are worth. But he never knew how to express his feelings, so he never told you.

You walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and started to droop back to your room. Dean grabbed your arm to stop you.

Dean: “Slow down, Tiger.”

You turned around to face him, but you only looked down at the drink in your hand. Dean sighed and let go of your arm.

Dean: “You know that’s not breakfast, right?”

He said as he gestured to your drink. You didn’t respond.

Dean: “Talk to me.”

You: “Pass.”

Dean: “You can’t keep living like this, y/n. It’s been over a week of you drinking and mopping around.”

Dean sighed when he saw you looked upset.

Dean: “I can’t keep sitting back and watch you kill yourself.”

He grabbed your drink and put it on the table behind him.

You: “I’m fine. I’ll-I’ll be fine.”

Dean: “Yeah, I don’t buy that act.”

You: “What act?”

Dean: “The whole ‘I can do this by myself’ and ‘I don’t need anyone’ façade. I use that trick all the time, you can’t fool me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration.

You: “I just don’t get it.”

You clenched your fists and turned yourface further away from Dean.

You: “Am I just not good enough? Not good enough to be loved? To be cared for?”

Dean: “You’re part of our family. Don’t you think that Sam, Cas and I care about you?”

You: “You know what I mean.”

Dean ran his hand through his hair and looked down at his shoes.

Dean: “I don’t know why your ex did what they did. Or why people treat you so terribly. If I could, I’d make each of those assholes pay for the way they hurt you.”

You got a little teary-eyed. You knew he meant well, but it wasn’t going to be that easy to convince you.

You didn’t know what to say, so you just gave small nod and started to walk away.

Before you reached the door, Dean grabbed your hand to stop you.

Dean: “It’ll get better. Trust me.”

You: “I just don’t know if I’ll ever find love again.”

Dean sighed and gave a small smirk.

Dean: “You will.”

You rolled your eyes and then looked at Dean for the first time in days.

You: “How can you be so sure?”

Dean: “I have faith.”

His smile was so endearing that it made you slightly blush.

You looked down to hide your face and then walked back to your room.

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As he looked at you with those deep, intense eyes, you swear you could lose your mind looking into them. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck which sent a small chill throughout your entire body. You felt your fists clench harder onto the bottom of his shirt and your face began to blush bright pink. You looked downward at his slightly parted lips, and he gently bit the bottom lip to tease you. You looked back into those passionate eyes. He smirked at your eagerness, and wrapped his arm around your waist, slowly pulling you toward him. Your eyelids slowly fell as you followed his urge to pull you closer. You could feel his warm breath and the heat on his skin as your prepared to kiss him for the first time. Your hands slightly pulled him toward you and you both-

Sam: “Hey guys!”

You quickly pushed Dean away from you as your face flushed red. Dean stumbled a bit but managed to get his balance.

Sam: “So get this.”

Sam hadn’t a clue as to what almost happened and definitely didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but you really wanted to hit him for doing such.

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I NEED HELP!

Someone PLEASE help me find that one tumblr post of the paper bag that looked like it was shaken and there’s the word “bag” next to it???? please heeellppp

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i found it

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I NEED HELP!

Someone PLEASE help me find that one tumblr post of the paper bag that looked like it was shaken and there’s the word “bag” next to it???? please heeellppp

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After having your heart broken numerous times by seeing Dean sleep and flirt with tons of girls, you lost hope in you two ever being together. You loved him, and you knew that you always would, but you needed to move on.

So you started talking to other guys (and other genders you find attractive), especially on your cases. You had quite a few people flirt back with you, and this made Dean pissed off. You didn’t notice Dean’s reaction, however, but Sam did. Sam noticed nearly everything between you and Dean. So when Sam saw Dean angry at you, he knew that Dean loved you too.

Of course Dean loved you. He always had. He just knew you were way too good for him. So he shoved his feelings away. He thought distracting himself with other girls would help him forget about you, but it didn’t. And seeing you being attracted to other people made him realize that he could never hide his love for you.

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Dean: That’s pretty good.

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REQUESTED by @sarrowxskiess

You and Sam were close, and he would do anything to protect you. You were so precious to him, and all he wanted was for you to be safe and cared for.

You and him had spent the previous night researching for the case you were on. You both spent hours and hours pouring over lore and hundreds of websites while Dean and Cas went out to interview and interrogate people who were linked to the disappearances you were investigating.

You could tell Sammy was stressed that night, and you cared for him so much that seeing him that upset really hurt you. So you knew that you needed to help him. You went out to grab donuts and coffee as soon as you sent Sam to take a nap to get some strength. He was reluctant at first, but he could never disobey your kind heart.

He woke up the next morning and noticed that you never came back from your errand. He tried calling you multiple times before he called Dean and told him you were gone.

Sam didn’t waste a single second. He didn’t try to come up with a rational explanation - such as traffic or construction that would keep you from coming home, or maybe your phone died, or both - he just knew he needed to act. He armed himself completely and was ready to rip apart any monster that got in his way from rescuing you. When Dean and Cas got back and saw Sam all anxious and threatening, they tried to hold him back. But they knew that there was no fighting Sam when he was like this. Dean knew his brother well, and he knew that Sam was in love with you. And when a monster messed with someone Sam loved, they wouldn’t stand a chance. So the three boys got prepped to find you and bring you home safely.

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Hey.. I love your imagines:) Can you maybe write me one? Idk if reguests are open but I have a pretty shitty knight, demons in my head and stuff.

I would love to write you an imagine! Send in as many requests as you want :) also if you need to talk im here for you❤️

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Steve Steve Steve Steve!!! Please let the reader go for Steve over Billy.

Honestly in what world would a person choose Billy over Steve? Steve all the way❤️

[stillmadd]

MADD DISCORD SERVER ✨

After a lot of work its finally done and we’re launching our new madd discord server! At our server “The Dream” we aim to provide a comforting space for other daydreamers to talk about their madd in a peaceful judgment free zone. If you’re looking for a place to make some likeminded friends with similar struggles or just a place to vent and talk about your paras this could be the place. We’ve even got tons of cool features like:

Chats specifically to talk about your paracosms, worldbuilding and paras.

Separate chats for your hobbies, to share art and writing ect.

Daily activities with our question of the day.

Tons of self assignable roles, custom emojis, assignable colors and fun bots.

Want to join? Just press here! We hope to see you there.

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The Spiderman Mural

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A short imagine:

Peter x Reader, Peter x Platonic!Reader, Spiderman, Peter Parker, Ned, Ned x Platonic!Reader

Gender-neutral

Taking place between Avengers Endgame and Spiderman Far From Home

Warning: slight spoiler if you haven’t seen Endgame and/or the trailer of Far From Home

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You had been at the high school as long as Peter had, but because the student body was so big, you never really talked to him. You probably shared a few classes with him, maybe passed him in the halls, but so did hundreds of other kids.

You were a part of a new project after the great war with Thanos was won and everyone was back. The school wanted to celebrate the heroes, and you volunteered to help. They decided to create murals of each superhero that was on the battlefield that day. Each hero would get their own wall somewhere in the halls. You were assigned Spiderman.

Ned and you were good friends. You had talked with each other quite a bit and always waved when you passed one another in school. He and Peter were working on a science project together, and because Peter has such a forte for science, their project was huge. The teacher knew this, and allowed them to come in after school and on the weekend to work on the project because other students would be painting the murals that same weekend.

As Ned and Peter went up to the science room, they passed you sketching on a wall with a sharpie.

Ned: “Hey, y/n.”

You turned around, dressed in baggy art clothes that were covered in clay, dried paint, and other mediums.

You: “Hey, Ned. Whatcha doing here?”

Ned: “Science project. This jerk-“ he said referring to Peter who was standing next to him, “thought that a simple volcano wasn’t good enough so now I have to spend my weekend here.”

You laughed as you saw Peter slightly roll his eyes.

You: “To be fair, volcanoes are science projects for kindergarteners.”

Peter: “Thank you.”

You smiled and started going through your other sharpies.

You: “So who’s this genius friend of yours?”

Ned: “Oh yeah, this is Peter.”

Peter: “Nice to meet you.”

Peter, being the awkward kid he is, reached out his hand shyly towards you.

You: “Yeah, you too. Sorry, I’d shake your hand, but-“

You showed your hands which was covered in paint.

Peter smiled and retracted his hand.

Ned: “Yeah, what are you working on?”

You: “Principal is having us do murals of the Avengers, so I’m stuck here all weekend getting high off of paint fumes.”

Peter perked up a bit.

Peter: “Which one are you drawing?”

You: “Spiderman. I actually chose him. He’s kind of my favorite. And I think I have a good idea for his mural.”

Peter tried not to blush.

Ned: “What’s your idea?”

You: “I want it to be comic-book art. Y’know, with the city in the background and him swinging. I don’t know what sound his web makes, but I was going to make one of those comic sound bubble things.”

Peter: “That’s- super cool.”

You: “Ha, thanks. And maybe I’ll have the web be shooting out of his wrist and a physical web will be attached to that wall over there.”

You said pointing to the wall across your mural.

You: “I just don’t know how to make that webbing. If I just do string, it’ll look cheap, and people can just tear it down.”

Ned: “Well, Peter actually knows Spiderman.”

Peter looked at Ned and quietly mouthed “dude”, afraid that you’d swarm him with questions or requests to meet him in person.

You: “Really?”

Peter looked back at you worried.

Peter: “Yeah, a bit.”

You: “Well, if you see him. Tell him thank you. He’s seriously the greatest.”

You looked back at the Spiderman outline of your mural.

Peter smiled, because it was so cute and pure that you were this kind.

You looked back at Ned and Peter and signed them off by putting your first two fingers to your forehead then shooting them out forward.

You: “Well, wish me luck! And have fun on your project.”

Ned: “Good luck!”

He started to head off to the science room, and Peter waved goodbye to you as he followed him.

Ned: “Dude, you’re going to be painted in the school. And y/n’s a great artist. You’re going to look sick.”

Peter: “Yeah, (your pronoun)’s pretty cool.”

Peter smiled and then walked into the science room.

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Dean - the love of your life and your best friend - and Sam - the brother you always wanted - stared at you, waiting for an answer. Both of them were praying that it wasn’t true.

You: “It’s true.”

You had tried to prepare for this moment for months now, but there was no way you could prepare to feel this much pain.

You: “I’m a monster.”

You say, looking straight into Dean’s eyes with angry tears filling your vision.

His face was pale, and his eyes were scared, but his facial expression was angry. His fists were clenched and he looked ready to attack.

You: “I’ll be in my room when you decide how you want to kill me.”

You didn’t break eye contact until you stood up. Dean’s fists fell as he looked at you sadly. You headed to your room, quietly shut the door, and sat upright on your bed, waiting. The tears had come now, and you were filled with an overflowing mixture of anger, fear, pain, and anxiety. You wanted to scream, punch your wall, cry until your eyes were dry, and curl up in a ball. But you just sat there, jaw clenched, and felt the tears stroll down your face as you awaited your fate.

Your thoughts were flying 100 mph, and there were millions of them shouting all at once, yet you couldn’t hear any coherent statements through all the chaos. So you just stared at the blank wall.

Then Dean walked in the room.

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Billy was sick of seeing you and Steve hanging out. Whenever you smiled around Steve, Billy’s anger grew. He wanted that smile to be for him.

He confronted Steve the next time he saw you and him together, saying that there was no one around to protect him, and that Steve was finally going to have to learn his place. Steve, thinking of you, acted as tough as he could and told Billy to get out. Both had their fists clenched, ready to fight.

What happens next is up to you.

(I have a very specific storyline for this imagine so if you guys are interested let me know and I’ll write it up and post it!)

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REQUESTED

Dean: “What happened?”

You were trying to cover up some bruises when he caught you by surprise. You put down some concealer shakily and tried to come up with a lie.

You: “From our last case. I got hit pretty hard.”

Dean: “Y/n, our last case was a ghost.”

You: “So?”

Dean: “I was there the whole time, you didn’t get hit once.”

You felt the color drain from your face.

You: “Oh, well it must’ve been the case before that then.”

Dean: “Y/n. Tell me the truth.”

You: “I am telling the truth!”

Dean: “Those wound are fresh. And don’t think that this is the first time I’ve noticed these mysterious injuries.”

You felt your hands and knees shake slightly.

You: “It’s nothing. Seriously, Dean. You don’t need to worry.”

Dean walked closer to you.

Dean: “You went on a date with him last night. You didn’t have these cuts and bruises until you came back to the bunker. What happened?”

You felt the tears come into your eyes as your throat started to dry and clench.

You: “We just had an argument. It’s nothing.”

Dean: “Y/n, what he’s doing is not okay.”

You: “He’s usually not like this. He’s very kind and sweet and caring.”

Dean: “Y/n! He’s abusing you! Why can’t you see that?”

You: “He’s just doing it because he loves me! When I’m disrespectful or rude he-he does this. I bring it on myself. He’s just making me a better partner.”

Dean: “No! Being a good partner would not involve hurting you. If he is huring you, he doesn’t really love you-“

You: “He loves me! He loves me so much! He is a great partner and I’m happy to be with him.”

Dean: “You’re not listening to me!”

You: “No, you’re not listening to me!”

Dean sighed as his jaw clenched.

Dean: “Do you care about me or Sammy?”

You seemed taken aback for a second.

You: “Of course.”

Dean: “But you have never physically hurt us. Not once.”

You: “No, but-“

Dean: “Sam and I are not perfect. We have hurt you, we have been rude-“

You: “Dean-“

Dean: “But you never once hurt us for it. You never punished us. You never abused us. Because you care about us. And dammit, y/n, we care about you. You’re family, and we would never try to hurt you.”

You were speechless. You couldn’t explain it to Dean. But he also had a point. You had never hurt anyone you cared about.

But your boyfriend was different. He did it out of love.

But no one else who loves you has ever tried to hurt you.

But he isn’t bad all the time.

But is that really an excuse.

Dean saw that you were battling yourself. He grabbed your shaking hand and looked you in the eye deeply.

Dean: “You deserve to be cared for. You deserve to be loved. Hell, you deserve to be worshipped. If that asshole thinks that you deserve to be hurt, then he is a monster.”

The tears began to fall slowly.

Dean: “I’ve been in abusive relationships, I know what you’re going through. You’re trying to convince yourself that it’s okay, that it isn’t that bad, that other people have it worse. But it’s never okay. All abuse is bad. Of course people have it worse, but that doesn’t make your pain any less terrible.”

You: “Dean. I-“

You couldn’t find words.

A few seconds of silence passed before you pulled Dean into a tight embrace as the words sank into your mind.

Dean hugged you back tightly.

Dean: “I’m sorry you had to deal with this for so long, and I’m sorry that I didn’t notice it earlier. But after I beat up that son of a bitch, I’m going to make it up to you. We’ll grab some of your favorite food, we’ll watch a movie, whatever you want to do.”

You had no words. You felt loved. Truly loved. And it had been a while since you felt that.

(A/N if you are in an abusive relationship - physically, sexually, emotionally, verbally - please reach out to a trusted friend. There are no excuses for that kind of treatment. You don’t deserve that. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you deserve abuse. No one deserves that. You are amazing, powerful, strong, and gorgeous. I’m always here to listen to anyone who needs a friend. Stay strong everyone.)

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Charles brought you to the bunker which was lined with heavy steel. An atomic bomb would barely shake that room. You didn’t feel comfortable, but Charles had confidence in you.

You were not born with these powers, and you never learned how to control them. You power was darkness manipulation. You could turn shadows into physical items, you could travel between them, and you could harness it into energy.

He had never seen your powers, so he did not know the danger of them. But he knew you, and he knew that you would never hurt him. So he stood at the opposite side of the room from you and crossed his arms behind his back.

Charles: “Now I want you to show me your powers. You can do something small, but I need to understand what we’re dealing with.”

You were very reluctant, so you held your hands out and upward and created black swirls that came from your palms. You had them reach a foot high before you retracted them.

Charles seemed impressed, but you shyly covered your hands in your hoodie.

Charles: “Fantastic. Now, I want you to create a weapon.”

You looked at him concerned.

You: “What? No.”

Charles: “I know you’ve done it before. You can do it again. Just believe in yourself.”

You slunk backwards a bit but managed to pull your shaky hands out once again. You closed your eyes and formed a sword that sat across your palms. Black smoke rose off of it. You made it disappear before you opened your eyes.

Charles seemed so impressed.

Chalres: “Wonderful, y/n! Truly wonderful.”

You blushed, but you didn’t feel any more confident.

Charles: “You’re doing great, just relax. I want you to do one more thing for me.”

You: “Can’t we just be done?”

Charles: “Just one more, please? For me?”

You looked to the ground for a second as your fingers fiddled in your pockets.

You: “Fine.”

Charles: “Okay, I want you to create a force field around me. You can take your time. Just a dome around me.”

You: “No. No. No way. That’s too dangerous.”

Charles: “Y/n, you just made a sword with your hands. A field like this is for defense and protection. It can’t hurt me.”

You kept shaking your head.

Charles: “Well, we’re not leaving until you do it.”

You glared at him in a mix of emotions consisting of fear and anger.

You took a deep breath, drew out your shaking hands, got on your knees, placed your palms on the floor, and closed your eyes.

Shadows flew out of your fingertips towards Charles. He did not back away, he trusted you, but you were still filled with fear. The shadows came up from the floor a few feet away from Charles and began to make a dome around him.

Sharp flashes of past traumas where your powers caused pain began to cloud your mind. You flinched a few times at these images, and the dome began to retract. Charles could see you struggling, and began to walk toward you to help.

Then the worst memory flashed. The memory of you accidentally killing your mother. Without realizing it, your hands drew up to your face which now had tears on it, and you began to scream. The shadows came up from the floor and flew out in each direction. You were not hit, but Charles was. He was flung across the room.

He was only a few feet from the wall, so all the attack did was give him a minor headache. But when you opened your eyes, you saw your teacher - your closest friend - being hurt by the cause of your own doing.

You stood up, knees shaking.

You: “Charles, I’m so sorry.”

Charles stood up.

Charles: “Y/n, it’s fine. I’m not hurt.”

You ignored him, just focusing on what you had done to him.

You: “I told you that I’m dangerous! I’m not like the others! My powers can’t be used for good. I can’t keep doing this, Charles. I’m putting everyone at risk.”

Charles: “No, y/n-“

You flew from the room. He couldn’t stop you. You just had to get out of there. Out of that room. Out of that mansion. You were too dangerous to be around anyone. You needed to leave for good.

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Your identity was the only thing you had, and though you trusted Spiderman - your closest friend - more than anyone in the world, you refused to share your identity. You also refused to know his identity. At first, he was reluctant, but after a while, it was normal to both of you.

You would meet each other every night in your superhero costumes, and you would spend hours together. Sometimes you would fight bad guys, sometimes you would just mess around. It was amazing.

But one night, you somehow switched bodies. You were now him, and he was now you. You immediately felt so scared, because he could easily find out who you are. You rushed him back to your apartment - nearly failing each time you tried to swing with his spider webs - and began planning. You locked the doors and windows, you covered each mirror, then you covered each thing that shines that could show a bit of a reflection. Your tv was covered, glass was covered, metal knobs and phones and microwaves were covered. You couldn’t risk it. You took of his mask, and he took of yours, because it wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear. You were so scared, but he knew that he would obey your wishes. If you didn’t want to find out who he was and you didn’t want him to know who you are, then he would respect your request.