The First Time I Cried In Thunderbolts Was When They All Worked Together To Save That Woman From The

Hey, can you write a Jared Cameron X Male Reader(human) where Jared imprinted on the reader(which is his best friend that Jared abandoned when he phased) when Jared saw him after a long time and he tried talking to the reader but the reader is too hurt 'coz of Jared abandoning him so he avoided Jared whenever he tried talking with the reader but Jared never surrendered to win back his elusive best friend (imprint ) and they became lovers at the end

While this sounds like an amazing storyline, I do not think I could do Jared any justice! I don’t know too much about him per se, and I know some die-hard Twilight fans will have my head if I mess it up. I’m truly sorry to disappoint you.

Can you please write an imagine where Gibbs’s significant other gets wine drunk and steals his shirts and dances around his kitchen in socks and sit on his counters and sway with him while he’s super amused and whispers in her earnd y? Please and thank you!!

I hope I did this request justice; fingers crossed you like it!

I've listened to a few of these tips, please take care of yourselves

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

May I present: Leda and the Swan Princess! It's based on this post about a swan princess who refuses to go quietly in obscurity when cursed. (If you liked this one you will probably also like my other comics which you can find on my pinned post).

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“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” - G.K. Chesterton

MASTER LIST

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Voodoo Doll

The Twilight Saga

Paul Lahote

The Fun Process of Imprinting

DC Comics

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Save Me

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Hope

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy

Comfort

Marvel

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

It’s Ok

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Yeah, That Happened

Peter (Pietro) Maximoff/Quicksilver

Like Music?

Pitch Perfect

Pieter Krämer

Opposites Aca-Attract

Slashers

Ghostface

Don’t Scream

NCIS

Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Content

Agent Timothy McGee

Nervous Little Thing

Hope

IMAGINE: I have no absolute way to describe this fluffy mess of a story. I hope it’s sweet enough that it’ll give you cavities. WORD COUNT: 1.4k

“Jason! I swear to god; stop leaving this damn mask around!” You exclaim.

You had just found this creepy mask made to look like a rotting human face in your dresser. Your lovely boyfriend thought it was funny to constantly hide this horrible costume around the apartment the two of you shared. Jason always got a kick out of it.

Jason emerged from the bathroom, his face red from laughing. “I-I’m s-sorry babe,” he choked out, wiping a tear as he did so. “I couldn’t help it!”

Rolling your eyes, you grab the mask and toss it in his face. “You dick! You’re going to make me late!” Rummaging through the drawer, you find a dark blue t-shirt. “Aha!” You exclaim. “Thought you could hide from me!’

Pulling out the shirt, you quickly tug it on before heading towards the kitchen. You hear Jason follow you quietly as you prepare your lunch.

“Do you have to go?” He whined childishly. Playfully glaring at him, you nod.

“Yes, you know Brett would kill me if I didn’t. I promised him I’d be there today.”

“Why?” Jason grumbled again.

“The shelters’ been down on workers lately, and most people are too busy to volunteer. I said that I’d put in more hours to even it out.” Hearing him groan again, you cock your head.

“What’s the matter, you big baby? It’s not my fault people don’t enjoy working with animals.” When he doesn’t reply, you shrug your shoulders. Finishing up your lunch, you search for your keys.

“Can I come with you?” Jason pipes up.

Pausing in your search, you look at him curiously. “You?” You ask, amazed. “Badass Jason Todd wants to help at an animal shelter?” Jason shrugged meekly before smiling.

“I’m bored. Besides, it might be nice to help for a change.”

“Brett! We got company!” Your boss poked his head out of his tiny office and grins when he sees the two of you approach.

“Well, I’ll be darned!” He exclaimed, letting his country roots show. “Now who is this young gentleman?”

“I’m Jason,” your boyfriend introduced himself. “I’m here to help with whatever you need.” Brett clapped his hands and cheered.

“Thank heavens. We’ve been needing volunteers lately.” Jason looked to you, a smile playing at the edge of his lips.

“So I heard; now what can I do for you, chief?”

Your boss quickly explained that all they had fed the animals, and all that was left was to interact with the dogs. “Now boy,” Brett directed Jason. “You need to watch yourself around Charlie. She’s sensitive. You can’t keep your back to her for long.”

After Brett left, you calm Jason down. “Don’t listen to what he said. Charlie’s a sweetheart. You got to give her time to warm up to you.”

Soon, you approach the kennels, where the dogs greeted you with much enthusiasm. Chuckling, you grab a bag of dog treats.

“Here.” You hand Jason a meat stick. “Give this to Charlie.”

Glancing at the row of cages, the anti-hero raised an eyebrow. “Which one is Charlie?” Gesturing to a certain kennel, you head over.

As you get closer, the dog inside doesn’t budge like the others do. Jason follows close behind.

Getting to the door, you open it. The dog still doesn’t move. “What’s wrong with her?” Jason asked curiously.

“Charlie… She’s had a bit of a rough past. Worse than the other dogs here.” Nodding his head, your boyfriend knelt beside you.

“How come she doesn’t have a label on her cage like the others?”

You observe Jason as he eyes the white-furred canine. “Her name isn’t actually Charlie. We just call her that because her… Previous owners didn’t give her a name. She doesn’t really respond to anything we call her.”

As Jason lowly whistles, you watch ‘Charlie’ perk up her ears. The pitbull hesitantly turns her head, causing your boyfriend to gasp.

They scarred her face; several marks ran across her face in perfect symmetry. Her eyes were a vibrant blue; they seemed so bright until you noticed the left side of her face. The fur was gone, leaving only pale pink flesh.

“She used to be a fighter,” you explain gently, holding out your hand. You watch as the dog flinches but continues to reach for your open palm. You practically coo when she leans into your touch. “We consider her lucky to be alive.”

Jasons silent, so much so, that you hesitate to ask if he’s okay. You’re surprised when he shakes.

“What kind of monster does that? What sane person turns an innocent creature into this… This weapon?”

Taken aback by his response, you look at your boyfriend with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Jason shut his eyes. Sensing his stress, the pitbull slowly approached the door.

Amazed, you watch the dog nudge the anti-hero carefully. When he doesn’t react, she tries again.

Jason’s anger melts as he opens his eyes. The pitbull’s stubby tail wags as she leans against him. You watch as your boyfriend eagerly responds; gently scratching the sides of her neck to rubbing her ears.

“She really likes you,” you tell him, watching the way the dog melted into Jason’s touch.

“How long has this beauty been in here?”

“About five months. Soon to be six. Usually, when people come in here, they want a puppy or a ‘proper’ looking dog. 'Charlie’ here doesn’t fit the bill.”

Jason continues to shower the dog in affection as you say your hellos to the others. By the time you finished your rounds, the brunette was still with the broken puppy.

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” You ask him, feigning anger. The playfulness fades away as you watch the two.

“You’re really attached to her, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, but even you know the answer. A blind man could see the bond beginning to form.

“Why wouldn’t anyone want this sweet little thing? She’s perfect.” Jason rubs her head once more before turning to you. You can already see the wheels turning in his head.

“You want to get her, don’t you?”

His cheeks turn red as Jason stutters. “W-well… She could use a n-nice home. And you always wanted a dog. She’s perfect. We can give her the life she deserves.”

Joining in, the dog gives you kiss after kiss, coaxing you to adopt her.

“Well you are adorable,” you tell her, teasing Jason. “Is that a yes?” He asks excitedly.

If that man had a tail, it would probably cause a tornado with the way your boyfriend was acting.

“I’ll go get the paperwork from Brett.”

“Sign here,” Brett directs you and Jason. As you write down your signatures, your boss pulls out another paper.

“Now, since you want to adopt a dog without a name, you can call her whatever you want.”

Jason looks to you hopefully, silently begging you to let him choose. Smiling, you nod.

“Go for it.”

Ecstatic, he quickly presses his lips to yours before turning to Brett. “I think Hope seems like a fitting name.” Hearing him talk, the pitbull’s ears perked up.

“Hope. Not bad son. Not bad at all.”

Brett prints down the name with a smile. You watch as he stamps the paper with ease, adding his signature soon after.

“There you go,” he tells you, handing you the official papers. “You are all free to take Hope home.”

Jason looks ecstatic as he brings Hope out to the car. A smile never leaves your lips as he helps her into the vehicle.

“This is where you are going to sleep,” Jason instructs Hope. He points to the foot of the bed. “You can get as many cuddles as you want.”

“Cuddles?” You ask him. “Since when do you use the term cuddle?”

“Since I wanted to. Ok?” Your boyfriend asked in a rush, hiding his pink-tinted cheeks.

The two of you then calmly watch as your new pet inspects the home. Deciding it was suitable, Hope faced you. Her muzzle lifted at the sides as she eagerly wagged her tail.

Today was a good day.

if being hard on yourself worked, it would have worked by now

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst