Imagining Different Fandoms

I write imagines, blurbs, one shots, etc about various fandoms. Requests are open and feel free to ask me any questions you may have. Thanks!

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It’s been so long...

I have no excuse as to why I stopped posting in the first place, nor would I remember even if I did, and I apologize for that. I think I might start posting again but not regularly, so requests are open if you want to and I’ll get to them when I can. I swear I will try not to forget this time.

 Also, I have no idea where I was going with Angel so I’m discontinuing that for now. If I do start it up again, I’ll probably post it on wattpad and link it here.

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You should definitely do more of the wing-growing imagine! It's such a brilliant idea😍😍

Thanks, I’m glad you like it. I’m actually really excited about expanding on this story. Let me know what you think of the first part I posted. And if you or anyone else wants to request anything in the meantime, I would not be against it, thanks.

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Angel

Based on this imagine

Word count: 857

A/N: So I’ve decided to do multiple parts for this since I really like this story idea. It may not be great but I tried. Anyway, this is part of the before story, I should have the next part up either tomorrow or the next day hopefully. Thanks for reading, hope you like it!

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 The hunt had started out simple enough, bodies piling up around town completely drained of blood and a few missing people. The nest of bloodsuckers was easy enough to find and easier still to take out. You were in and out in three days. However, when you picked up the paper on the third morning, the headlines shouted of three more murders the night before. Obviously you’d missed some. Or maybe there was another nest near by and you’d just knocked out their competition. Either way, you had to find the rest of the vamps before anyone else gets added to the menu.

 By the next morning, two more people had been killed and you were no closer to finding anymore vamps. So far, there was a total of 11 people dead and one in the hospital. You were not going to let these monsters get away with that, so you did what any sensible person would do. You called for backup. Sam and Dean were more than happy to assist in ganking these bastards and were in town within two hours. The three of you went over every detail of the case so many times you could recite it in your sleep. Sam mapped out a few possible nest locations but when it came time to check them out that night, each one ended up a bust. The ride back to the motel was completely silent, each of you fruitlessly hoping no one else would die tonight.

 None of you had gotten any sleep that night, choosing instead to stay up researching where the hell these goddamn vamps could be hiding. By noon, tensions were high and no one really wanted to see how many bodies they had found.

“Alright, we need fuel. I’m going on a food run,” Dean said as he grabbed his keys and walked out.

“Get me a burger,” you called after him. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower. Be back in 20,” you told Sam before going to your own motel room. As soon as you were inside, you knew something was off. You glanced around the room and froze. Sitting right in the middle of your bed, with bloodied white rose petals scattered around them, were a pair of human hearts sewn together. Immediately pulling your gun from the waistband of your jeans, you quietly crept around the room, glancing again at the hearts on the bed. You checked the closet, bathroom, and underneath the bed before deciding it was all clear. Taking a closer look at the bed, you shuddered slightly. It looked as though someone flung around a paintbrush dipped in red, giving the white petals a splattered look.

“I really need a shower now,” you mumbled to yourself, grabbing some clothes from your bag and making your way back to the boys’ room, grumbling and stomping the entire way.

 Sam jumped as you slammed the door behind you. It had only been about five minutes since you left. What were you doing back so soon? And why did you seem pissed beyond belief?

“I’m using your shower. Someone decided to leave me a nice present,” you snapped, tossing your room key at him. Just as you were grabbing a couple towels, Dean rushed in saying he got news on the case. Great, you thought bitterly. You were getting to the end of your rope with this case.

“So I was talking to one of the cops, they say when doing the autopsy on the last two bodies they found they were both missing their hearts. And get this, neither one of ‘em had any incisions but they did have some wing tattoos they didn’t have before. Dude, I don’t think we’re dealing with vamps anymore,” Dean stated. Your blood ran cold. No, you weren’t dealing with vamps. The hearts missing from the bodies, sewn together and placed on your bed honeymoon style, the wing tattoos left where the hearts should be. You knew exactly what and who was doing this, and boy you wished you didn’t.

 Ignoring the rest of the conversation, you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contact list, which consisted mostly of other hunters. You came to a stop at his name. It had been years since you last spoke, and it wasn’t the best of partings, but you still kept his number not even sure if it was his anymore. Quietly excusing yourself, you slipped outside and hit call. With each ring you became more and more aggravated. He was teasing you, baiting you,  and using innocent people to do it! How dare he! However, the straw that broke this camel’s back was his voicemail.

“Hey there, angel. I was hoping you’d call. How’d you like your present? I figured your home coming deserved something..heart-warming,” he laughed at his own stupid joke. “Anyway, I’ll see you for dinner at eight o’clock this evening,” he proceeded to give you his address and instructions on what to wear. You were going see him alright, and you were going to kill the witch no matter how much it killed you to do it.

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Do more of the wing-growning imagine! It sounds like a cool idea for a fanfic!

I’m so glad you like it and I am working on it right now! I’ll hopefully have it up by tomorrow but just a warning, it might be kinda long because I’m adding backstory as well.

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Could you please do a longer one shot type thing for the imagine where the reader grows angel wings?

Definitely! I’m working on it now, but it might take a while to get done so if you wanna request anything else in the meantime that’d be awesome, thanks!

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The pain in your back had been getting intense as you continued pulling bloody feathers out of your skin. You could feel bones shifting and two big lumps starting to poke out. It was the worst pain you’d ever experienced.

“Damn that witch,” you groaned. You let out a yelp as another white hot pain shot through you and heard a sickening crack.

“Y/N,” you heard a male voice call, not being able to focus on whose voice it was exactly. You merely groaned in response. Dean walked over to the bathroom door and pushed it the rest of the way open to reveal blood-stained feathers scattered about and your figure gripping the sink for what seemed like dear life. He was completely dumbfounded. 

“Dean, what happ-,” Sam cut himself off when he saw your now disfigured form over Dean’s shoulder. The lumps growing between your shoulder blades had slowly grown down your back as well, giving the vague outline (wait for it) of wings.

A/N: So I got a tad bit carried away but I was thinking of expanding on this idea to make it a lot longer. Please let me know what you think and maybe, oh I don’t know, request some more imagines or one shots. That’d be very helpful, thank you!

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You couldn’t help but gape at her as she made her way down the steps towards you. She was beautiful, to say the least.

“You look..amazing,” you told her, watching a small blush spread across her cheeks as she smiled at you. Gently taking her hand, you walked into the hall together to have the night of your lives.

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Y/N: It’s....fantastic.

Doctor: I know

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Stiles: I can’t believe you! After I told you I don’t trust him!

Y/N: Well I do. He’s not a bad guy! I’ll prove it to you!