#imagines-impossible

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Number Game - Nathan Prescott - 39

Requested By- Anon

Warnings- N/A

Word Count- 447

You stared at the sandy haired male in front of you, his locks were a little disheveled, his shirt not tucked in like it normally was as he stared you down with his blue eyes.

You weren’t sure what exactly had prompted this, or why he was acting this way, it was almost intimidating but you’ve known Nathan for a while, most people found him intimidating because of how angry he always seemed at everything and everyone. Personally, you’ve never been afraid of him.

“Nathan are you okay?” Your voice was soft, but in the empty, dark hallway of the school, your voice seemed louder than it really had been.

A sigh slipped past his lips, his eyes pulling away from you, shaking his head. “Why do you care? Everything I’ve ever touched has never been dark enough for me.” He said, before his eyes locked back on you. “You’ve never been dark enough for me.”

“What are you talking about? Please talk to me.” He scowled and turned around, about to storm off but you grabbed his hand. That sudden movement, so much emotion buried in it, and the care was enough to stop him in his tracks, staring down the hallway as you stared at the back of his head.

It was quick, but suddenly you were against the wall, he wasn’t even touching you and he had you pinned between him and the lockers. Silence settled for the longest time as you stared at him curious and kind eyed.

Nathan didn’t know how to feel. Should he be angry at you? At himself? At the fact that he had done this with other people and always thought about reaching for the gun in his waist band but with you in front of him, the one person he wanted to try for on anything, he couldn’t even think about the gun?

Slowly your hand reached up, touching his cheek, caressing it more like it. “Nathan?” He leaned into your hand, closing his eyes, like a dog that had been kicked far too many times.

“If I seemed dangerous…” He trailed off, like he didn’t want to finish the thought, but he needed to know the answer. “If I seemed dangerous, would you be scared of me?”

You were still unsure what had happened with him, but you dropped your hand from his cheek, as he opened his eyes, staring at you. You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his middle, and closed your eyes.

The Prescott boy didn’t know how to respond but something in him stirred and his arms reached forward wrapping around you as well.

“I could never be scared of you Nathan.”

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Number Game - Ron Weasley -44

Requested By- Anon

Warnings- N/A

Word Count- 437

Ron sighed a little as he walked down the stairs, mostly everyone was still asleep at the burrow. He’d only woken up because you slipped out of his arms out of nowhere, he could see the sun peaking over the field in the distance and groaned lightly, rubbing his face as he headed into the kitchen where he could hear movement.

There you were. Sitting down, with a cup of what he assumed was water in front of you, staring at the window, sleepily rubbing your eyes every once in a while.

“Hey.” His voice was tired, as he made his way over to you, slipping into the chair next to you. “What made you get up so early?” He asked, taking your hand into his own and holding it, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“Just got thirsty, didn’t think you’d wake up.” You muttered, rubbing your face with your free hand, the both of you had quiet voices that hung on your words.

Neither one of you said anything for a while, both just remaining quiet, and obviously tired. You sipped your water, watching the rising sun for a few moments, staring at the sky that was beginning to light up with the colors of the morning. Ron was again the one to break the silence.

“Come on. It’s pretty early, let’s go back to sleep, yeah?” He offered, getting out of his chair, and offered his hand to you. You sighed, getting up, setting the glass in the sink before heading back up the stairs with him to his room. The light had been turned on, probably because he didn’t know if you were still in the room.

And now in the more decent lighting, Ron noticed something that had changed. You had fallen asleep wearing a sweater, and now you were currently wearing an old grey shirt with the Gryffindor symbol on the sleeve of it. He cocked his head to the side, you didn’t notice his gaze as you rubbed the back of your neck, sleepily moving.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked down to the shirt before looking back up to him, giving a faint smile.

“Maybe. It got hot. And I didn’t want to go find a shirt in my bag in the dark.” You said as he rolled his eyes, laying down on his bed, you laid down with him, as he wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s cute.” He muttered, kissing your cheek, causing you to blush as he turned off the light again, keeping you close to him.

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Number Game - Jay, Son of Jafar - 48

Requested By- Anon

Warnings- N/A

Word Count- 370

You sighed lightly as you sat on the grass, staring at the book on your lap, it was pretty early in the morning, but not early enough to where it was out of the question. Normally you slept as any teenager did, but you’d been a little more…stressed than usual lately.

Especially considering your boyfriend Jay, son of Jafar, had been recovering from a Tourney related injury, not to mention he kept doing stupid things, not helping himself in his current situation.

Tilting your head back, you take a deep breath, closing your eyes, the smell of the early morning dew, and the flowers from the nearby hedge of roses provided a momentary distraction before a voice suddenly pulled you back to Earth.

“Hey (Y/N).” A body slunk next to you, one knee extended the other pulled their chest as you looked over.

Speak of the VK. He gave a charming smile, cocking his head to the side, his long brown hair cascading down his shoulder. “Hey Jay.” You greeted simply, looking back to the book.

He sighed a little, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, but immediately pulled his hand away, looking at it before looking back to you. “How long have you been sitting out here? You’re freezing.” He said.

You just now began to notice that you were actually cold, which wasn’t exactly unheard of when you got enthralled in a book. “Oh I just um…What time is it?” You asked, looking around for any indicator.

Shaking his head, he shrugged off the varsity jacket he’d been wearing recently, handing it over to you. “Here. Take my jacket.”

You stared at it unsure, before looking back to him, seeing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer on this one.

Once it was on you, he wrapped his arm back around you, bringing you closer to him, and wrapped the other arm around you, setting his head on yours as he watched your face, each sentence of your book having a different emotion soon residing on the ever-adorable face you had.

He would’ve said something, but he doubted you would’ve noticed it, not that he minded, it just gave him more reason to be around you.

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Number Game - Jacksepticeye - 17

Requested By- Anon

Warning- N/A

Word Count- 530

Sean, otherwise known as Jack by his fans, was currently sitting on the couch, his laptop in front of him, scrolling through Tumblr, occasionally reblogging, or tagging Mark in some random post he found that he knew the half Korean man would get a kick out of.

It was quiet at first, like the drizzle of rain before a storm, a faint giggle came from the kitchen and after just a few moments, it burst into full on laughter as Sean looked back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

Cautiously he got up, heading into the kitchen, staring at you, as you gripped your sides, bent in the middle like a five pound note. At first he thought you were crying but as you finally bent your knees, bringing yourself to sit on the linoleum floor, he could see tears of laughter streaking down your face as you tried your best to breathe.

He cocked his head to the side, mildly confused, a soft chuckle slipped past his lips as he crouched down in front of you, staring at you. You looked up, looking at him, and fell back, laughing even harder.

Now he was laughing too, not as much as you but still laughing. “What is so funny?”

He didn’t get an answer, just gasps of air, and the occasional word as you tried to piece together an actual sentence for him. You eventually just shook your head as he sat down on the ground to, staring at you as you recovered from the laughter, wiping your eyes with your shirt sleeve, snickering still occasionally.

Once your face was back to the usual color, Sean decided to test his luck again. He was Irish after all so there had to be some luck. “Why were you laughing?”

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you tried to suppress a smile. You pointed to your phone on the counter, knowing if you tried to say anything you’d start laughing again. He raised an eyebrow, standing up, and picked up your phone, staring at the video, before pressing play.

Immediately he heard his own voice faintly playing through the headphones as he put them over his ears, listening in. Out of nowhere Mark’s face covers his own. ‘Sean’s a glitch bitch.’ The video then proceeded to a very interesting depiction of clips, that had been pressed together to make a conversation a story developing between the clips of his and Mark’s videos.

Sean glanced to you, mildly confused as you kept giggling on the floor, looking at his face. Out of nowhere the audio cuts out, and Mark is standing in his gaming studio, his arms out beside him, before suddenly music started playing as Mark started dancing.

‘Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna-‘ He slammed off the headphones. “You’re laughing over a Rickroll video?”

You nodded, bursting out laughing again. “Mark tried so hard on that one!”

He snickered a little, the more he thought about Mark editing it, the more laughter it prompted from the green haired man until he was sitting on the floor as well, laughing alongside you.

(I couldn't help it. I had a dream Mark made a video where he rickrolled his entire fanbase and kept going with it)

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Ball of Fire - Killian Jones

Requested By- http://val2557.tumblr.com/

Request: Can u make a imagine of being Captain Hook(from once upon a time) daughter and getting in trouble and he finds out

Author Note- I made it just the generic kid since I don't specify genders in my stuff so everyone can read it and be happy. You do get magic though so that's fun. Enjoy

Warnings- N/A

Word Count- 776

The day started out like any ordinary day really. You had woken up, gotten dressed and set out to find some sort of either adventure or trouble for you to get into somewhere. Of course, your trouble was usually just pulling some lame practical joke on someone.

However, it seemed fate had different plans for you because for some unknown reason you were standing with a friend of yours, who had been hanging out in the large vacant area behind the police station. Emma had already said hi to you, so she knew you were there. And of course, probably told your father, her boyfriend that you were here.

Now if you had been sneakier about this, maybe you’d get away with it, but with your friend there, cheering you on to do incredibly stupid things, a tennis ball in one hand and a racket in other. Your friend grinned brightly, as you held the tennis ball, turning it around in your hand before clenching your fist tighter, your nails digging into it, and immediately the bright green fuzz caught on fire.

It didn’t burn you, because of your magic, but the heat spread to your hand as you stared at the wall.

“This is going to be so cool.” Your friend said, sitting down on the edge of the pavement, watching you, as you bounced the ball off the ground.

This was stupid. Why were you doing this again? You didn’t know, and if you knew the trouble you were going to get into, you would’ve not done it in the first place.

You tossed the literal ball of fire into the air, swinging at it full force with the racket, and hit the ball at the wall of the police station. The glass shattered on impact, as you stiffened, dropping the racket.

Your friend stood up quickly, grabbing your arm. “Come on!” They hissed, pulling you off quickly.

The two of you ran off down the street, as you heard Emma shout your name, obviously knowing you had done it. Who else would do that?

However, your daring escape was short lived because Emma caught up to you about an hour later while you and your friend were walking out of Granny’s. She looked less than thrilled about this.

“Huh? Oh darn. I uh. I can totally hear my mom calling for me. I gotta run.” And just like that your friend was gone with such a lame excuse you couldn’t help but sigh.

“You already called my dad, didn’t you?” She nodded, earning another sigh from you.

Sighing was something teenagers were oddly good at, as if each sigh could communicate a different word. It could, you totally knew you were screwed now.

She walked with you down the street, where your dad, the infamous Killian Jones, was. He stared you with a raised eyebrow, his head cocked to the side as you put your hands in your back pockets.

“You hit a ball of fire at the police station?” He asked, as you nodded.

“I, indeed, did do that.” You said, as Emma sighed a little, shaking her head.

“You know that was not a smart thing to do. Why would you hit a ball of fire at a police station? At least hit it into the ocean.” Killian motioned off towards the docks as you sighed, trying to find a good reason other than ‘It was cool.’

“I wanted to hit a flaming tennis ball. It isn’t my fault there just so happened to be a police station in the direction I wanted my ball of fire to go.” You said, gesturing towards the police station in the opposite direction of the docks.

Your father sighed, rubbing his face as Emma touched his arm, as if to say goodbye. You both watched Emma go off, disappearing around the corner, most likely to finish cleaning up the broken glass you undoubtedly sent flying throughout the room.

It was quiet for a few moments, and you didn’t look at each other.

“Did it look cool?” Killian asked, as you nodded. “Did you have fun?” You nodded again with a bright smile.

“Don’t tell Emma you’re not in trouble for this one.” He said as you snickered and nodded, stuffing your hands into your jacket pockets now.

“You should try it sometime. Really fun to hit fire into windows.” Killian shook his head.

“I’m not letting you set the school on fire.” He said, turning and walking off.

“Oh come on that would be even more fun than the police station.” You whined following after him.

“No.” He replied, as you two continued off.

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Number Game - Beast Boy - 22

Requested By- Anon

Warnings- N/A

Word Count- 362

Beast Boy crossed his arms, his head cocked to the side, watching you closely as you balanced on your head, your hands keeping you up, wondering just what you were doing.

Your back was too him as he eyed your form, carefully walking over so as not to scare you. “(Y/N)? What um. What are you doing?” He asked confused, kneeling down in front of you now, as you looked up to him, giving an upside-down grin from his angle.

“I am balancing on my head.” You stated like it was such an obvious thing, earning an eyeroll from the green skinned male.

“That’s not what I meant. I meant why?”

“Then you should’ve specified.” You teased, looking back to the ground in front of you, your tongue sticking out a little as you concentrated.

“(Y/N)?” You looked back up to him, with a hum as if to ask what he wanted.

“Why are you balancing on your head?” He corrected his previous statement, sitting down cross legged now.

Your legs moved, his gaze immediately darting up to catch you if you were falling but you had bent your legs so your feet would touch the ground before sitting up and spun to face him. “I was bored. And I still am.” You blinked a few times, rubbing your temple.

“Now I have a head rush.” You said, rubbing your temple, closing your eyes as you shook your head, trying to clear the fuzzy feeling away.

Beast Boy chuckled a little at you, shaking his head as you blinked a few times, looking back to him a smile appearing on your face as well.

“What?” He shook his head, leaning forward and kissed your forehead, your eyes going crossed to watch him before he sat back down.

“You. You’re the best thing I’ve ever known.” He said, with a bright smile, earning an equally bright grin from you.

“I’ll take that as a compliment and say thank you the proper way.” You teased, leaning forward and pecked his lips, causing his cheeks to turn darker with a blush, the smile remaining on your lips as he rubbed the back of his neck.

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Number Game - Natsu Dragneel - 93

Requested By- http://masked-mushroom.tumblr.com/

Warnings- N/A

Word Count- 444

(Sorry this took so long! (I know I'm a terrible imagines blog runner))

Natsu looked around as he walked down the street, trying to find his current partner on this mission. (Y/N). You’d run off about half an hour ago, and he was starting to get a little concerned.

“Hey (Y/N)? You around here?” He called, his voice bouncing off of the buildings around as he jumped down to a lower ledge. He spotted a mess of (Y/H/C), further down the street and looked over, a bright grin spread onto his face.

“(Y/N)!” He sprinted off down the street, sliding to a stop in front of you, noticing your gaze was lifted up to the stars above.

“Sit down.” Your voice was soft, and thoughtful, which further confused him as to what was wrong, thinking that something had happened with you in the time you were apart.

Slowly the pink haired male lowered himself to sit down next to you, his eyes still on your face, wondering what was going on with you.

“Look up at the stars.”

He raised an eyebrow, before doing as you asked, lifting his orbs to the sky to stare at the stars well above them.

Natsu didn’t quite understand what the purpose of this was, but he didn’t dare open his mouth to ruin the spell that seemed to be on you, especially since you seemed much calmer staring at the stars than you ever did around the guildhall.

His eyes darted sporadically around the stars, not sure what he was supposed to be looking at, but before he could utter a word, you spoke again.

“All these stars, so very far away, and all we see in them are dots in the sky. They’re amazing. They’re so much more complex than that and I can’t even begin to explain them.” You said, your voice sounded a million miles away, or maybe that’s just where your head was.

Natsu looked at you as you spoke, before looking back to the stars, a soft ‘hum’ of amusement slipping past his lips as he looked at the ground, apparently this earned your attention more than the stars above the two of you because you looked at him, slightly perplexed.

He noticed the movement and looked to you, giving a light smile. “We look up at the same sky, and we see such different things. You’re sitting right beside me and we’re still seeing things differently.”

You stared at him for a while longer, before smiling back, and looked down, kicking at the ground.

“I guess that’s why we’re different.” He nodded in agreement.

“Because I look at you like you’re the night sky, all the time.”

A deep crimson skittered across your cheeks.