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Aidan Turner Imagines 💔  •I make clean imagines of pretty much everyone! •💔 means I'm not taking requests •❤ means I am taking requests #Aidanturnerimagines

| IMAGINE for @jessyca_zander | "Come on, Y/N! Pretty please. For me?" Liv, your best friend, begs you. "I don't know." You shift nervously. "The beach is empty. There isn't a person within earshot. It's only me." She says. You look up and down the white sand beach to see the truth of her words. You sigh as you realize she's right. Liv grins because she knows she has you. "Come on, what do you say? I haven't heard you sing for so long because there's always someone around." She tells you. You roll your eyes. "Please. I'm not even that good." You mutter. She crosses her arms and pegs you with a look. "I beg to differ." She protests. She raises her eyebrows at you expectantly. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll sing." You grumble. "What song do you want to hear?" You question. "Uh..." Liv stammers. "I don't know. My Jolly Sailor Bold?" She questions. You wince. "Okay, that's an interesting pick, but okay." You say. You look down the beach and, then, once making sure it's clear, you begin to sing.
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| IMAGINE for @extremefabulous |  Khan's eyes fly open as he gasps, breathing hard. He's in a room with all windows, laying on a cold table. He looks around, his chest visibly moving up and down. "Where am I?" He breathes. He's no longer frozen. He has been brought out of cryogenic suspension. How long has it been since he had last been up? And, more importantly, who woke him? He carefully sits up and sees the chamber where he was frozen. His eyes land on your chamber. He squints and his stomach drops when he sees it's empty. Panic swells up in him. "Y/N? Y/N?!" He calls out frantically. He swings his legs over the table and his head swims. He winces and tries to focus his vision. "I need to find Y/N." He mumbles to himself, sluggishly moving off the table. He opens the door and walks out. He's still on the SS Botany Bay from when he froze himself and you all those years ago. He and you are the last of your kind.
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| IMAGINE for @FennaB11 | You walk towards the building where you’re to collect your prize. A month ago you gave a large sum of money to one of your favorite charities—an non-for-profit organization that helps orphans around the world. At the time of when you donated money, you had no idea that they were holding a grand prize for one lucky person. And that lucky person happened to be you. You received a call last week from the president of the organization telling you to come and receive your prize. You open the door to the building, nervous yet excited butterflies bouncing off the walls of your stomach. The secretary looks up at you. You smile at him. “Hi, I’m Y/N L/N.” Before you can say anything more, a bright grin upturns his lips. He jumps to his feet. “Yes, yes, of course. Right this way!” He exclaims. He leads you down a hall. “I bet you’re excited.” He guessed. “I am very excited. Truth be told, I had no idea there was a grand prize. So I’m even more excited because it was a surprise to me.” You laugh softly. He throws a smile at you over his shoulder. “A surprise indeed. You just wait, miss. It gets even better.” He tells you. The secretary leads you into an office to meet the organization’s president. The president and you exchange greetings. “Thank you so, so much for your generous donation. You have no idea how much it means to us. We don’t take it lightly, which is one of the reasons why we were holding this grand prize for one random person who donated to our cause.” She explains. “Thank you for everything you’re doing for the orphans. I love this organization. I’ve been giving money to it for years.” You smile. “Then you deserve this prize.” The president grins. She looks at the secretary. “You may bring the prize in now.” [Cont. in comments]

| IMAGINE for @KaylaAshley12 |  Simon clutches your hand as you both stand before all of the empty chairs. You’re outside where your father's wedding is to be held in an hour. "This is the end." You whisper to Simon. You fight back tears. "No, it's not." Simon insists, squeezing your hand. You stare at him incredulously. "How can it not be?! Father marries the most horrible woman in an hour! Straight after the wedding, I'm getting shipped off to boarding school. I'm to be separated from you forever. And you say it's not the end?" You shake your head. "Y/N, I don't believe Father wants to truly marry Mrs. Quickly. Last night when Mrs. Quickly was trying to force him to send you away to boarding school immediately, he protested and told her it would have to wait until after the wedding. He stood up to her." Simon tells you. "So? That was one time. She's been nothing but evil to us and he says nothing. I thought he loved us..." You whisper. Simon turns to face you and puts his hands on your shoulders. "He does love us." He says. "Then why is he separating us?" You ask without flinching. He grimaces and looks down, wordless. "That's what I thought." You breathe.
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| IMAGINE for @Aproudmexican |  You sit with Barry on his sofa, your legs shaking. "Whoa, Y/N, are you okay?" Your boyfriend asks worriedly, putting his hand on your knee. You look at him. "You know I told you that I have to tell you something?" You whisper. He draws his hand back and frowns. "You're not...you're not breaking up with me, are you?" He breathes. "No, no. No. Of course not. Although you may not want to be with me when you hear what I have to say." You gulp. Barry stares at you and then nods once. "Okay." He says. You take a deep breath. "A few weeks ago I discovered something I wish I hadn't." You state hoarsely. "Killer Frost, Barry. Killer Frost." You cry. "What do you mean Killer Frost? You've found someone who is Killer Frost?" He asks desperately, clutching your shoulders in his hands. You start weeping, sick of keeping this secret that has been plaguing you. "Yes! It's me, Barry! I'm transforming into Killer Frost!" You sob, before burying your face in your hands.
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| IMAGINE for @piercetheblacksirensromance | You stare at Tommy, your chin rested in your hand, not even listening to the update he’s giving to the gang. Tommy is the leader of the gang Peaky Blinders. You’re a close family friend of the Shelbys and have been good friends with Tommy since you were both children. Over the past few weeks, you have found yourself becoming more and more attracted to Tommy. You don’t know why, but you are. When the room falls silent and everyone’s eyes are on you, you snap out of your daydreams. “Well, Y/N?” Tommy asks, raising his eyebrows expectantly. Your eyes widen slightly. You have no idea what just happened. “Uh...” You stammer. “You weren’t listening to a word I said, were you?” He says. “Sorry...?” You smile sheepishly. He rolls his eyes. “What’s been up with you lately? Your body been here, but not your mind.” He states. “Yeah, I know, I know, I’m sorry.” You mutter, massaging your forehead. “I’ll work on it, I promise. But in the meantime, can you just go over the update one more time?” You ask hopefully. Tommy sighs, smiles, and nods.
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| IMAGINE for @lilynorrington | "Mama! Papa!" You call out desperately, your eyes scanning the docks for any sign of your parents. You're in Tortuga with your parents. You somehow managed to get separated from them in the craziness of the island. You haven't seen them for a couple of hours and you're really starting to panic. "Mama! Papa!" You scream, tears flooding your eyes. You walk further down the dock and see a man sitting at the edge, his legs hanging over the side. He has a bottle of rum at his side. You approach him carefully. "E-excuse me, sir. Have you seen my parents?" You ask quietly. He looks at you and you see that he has been crying. You squint. In fact, he still is. "I'm sorry, little girl, I haven't seen them." He replies hoarsely. You step near him. "Why are you crying?" You ask, moving to sit next to him. He sniffs. "It matters not." He mutters. "If it didn't matter, you wouldn't be crying and getting drunk." You point out. He smiles sadly. "What's your name?" He asks. "Y/N. And what's yours?" You return. "Comm–" He starts but then stops himself. He heaves a sigh. "James Norrington." He finishes. "Well, James, what has you crying?" You question curiously. "Would you believe me if I told you it was over a woman?" He asks. You put a hand on his arm. "If you've lost a woman, trust me, don't cry while you can do something about it. We women would rather have you men take action and fight for us. If it's a woman you've lost, fight to get her back. Fight for her." You state. "Oh, but I did fight for her!" He exclaims. He groans. "This woman–Elizabeth is her name–is amazing. In the past couple of years, I've really come to care for her and love her. I had thought–hoped–that she felt the same way for me. And I thought she did." He explains. "But she doesn't?" You raise an eyebrow. He shakes his head dejectededly.
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| IMAGINE for @AproudMexican |  Cisco, your boyfriend of one month, and you walk hand in hand through the park, the warm summer breeze blowing your hair all around your face. You laugh softly and brush it back, putting what pieces you can behind your ear. "Hey, let's get out of this heat and go grab an ice cream or something." Cisco suggests. "I'm so down. There's only so much humidity this girl can take." You laugh. Cisco grins at you. You both hurry through the park and then jump into Cisco's car. He drives to the nearest ice cream shop where you spend the next few hours just talking and enjoying each other's company. Cisco parks outside of your apartment building and then turns to face you in the car. “It was fun hanging out with you today, Y/N.” He smiles at you. "I enjoyed it." You answer. He hugs you. "I'll call you tonight, okay?" He says. "That sounds good." You murmur into his neck. He kisses your cheek and then you unbuckle. You get out of the car and walk into your apartment building.
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| IMAGINE for @cartergrayson6 |  The Power Rangers and you, the gold Ranger, are fighting Memorase, the crazed lunatic bent on wiping out the Power Rangers. You duck and roll behind a large cement median as a red blast from Memorase's staff flies past your head. Breathing hard, you look over your shoulder. You see Carter Grayson, the Red Ranger, across the street, crouched. Your boyfriend, as if sensing you're staring at him, looks at you. You both nod at each other. Carter jumps out from hiding, turning Memorase's attention onto him. You move out of hiding and run to the blue Ranger, Chad Lee. "We need to regroup and get out of here. He's way too powerful for us. If we stay here any longer, one of us is going to get seriously injured. We gotta get the Rangers out of here." He says to you. "I agree. We need to get to AquaBase ASAP." You reply. Chad and you split up, you heading to back up Carter and then to make a run for it. You look around. There's no sign of Carter or Memorase. "Carter?" You call out. You slowly walk towards the sound of fighting around the side of a building. You start to pass an alley when you hear Carter shout your name. You turn your back towards the alley and see Carter hiding behind a tree. "Run!" He screams at you. You start towards him and run straight into a blast from Memorase's staff—a blast that was meant for Carter. You scream in pain as you get flown into a side of a car and then land unconscious on the asphalt.
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| IMAGINE for @KaylaAshley12 | Your twin brother Simon and you stand in the mud puddles in your backyard. You duck as he throws a chunk of mud at you. "You missed me." You grin. "Oh, I never miss." Simon says, before hitting you in the chest with a gloop of mud. You start laughing. Out of all of your siblings, Simon and you are the closest. You're two peas in a pod. You do everything together. However, out of the two of you, you're the most mischievous. Simon and you make parenting most difficult for your father and now soon-to-be mother Mrs. Selma Quickly. You try not to think of that woman. You can't stand her. Why your father ever agreed to marry her is behind you. She sucks the joy out of your life. You look over at Simon who's covered in mud. "Father is going to be so angry at us for playing in the mud." You say. "Who cares? Let him. It serves him right." Simon shrugs. You grab a bunch of mud in your hands. "You're not going to throw that at me, are you?" Simon asks. "What do you think?" You smirk. You throw it at him. He quickly ducks, just narrowly missing it, and the mud flies through the air, straight into Mrs. Quickly. [Cont. in comments]

| IMAGINE for @hufflelock | You hide behind a few crates, waiting. One of the restaurant workers throw multiple bags of garbage in the dumpster and then walk through the back door of the restaurant, shutting it behind her. You look both ways in the alley before scampering over to the dumpster. You open it, ignoring the smell, and pull out the garbage bags. You’re a homeless, orphaned girl. You’ve been on your own for almost a year now—finding shelter in cardboard boxes and scrounging around for food in the dumpsters. It’s a rough life, but it’s the only way you’ve been alive for this long. You start to open the bag when you hear someone clear his throat. You look up, caught red-handed. “Aren’t you a little young to be a garbage picker?” The man asks. You sigh. “Not really.” You mutter. “What are you doing here? Where are your parents anyways?” The man questions curiously. You stare up at him. “I don’t have any. They’re dead.” You bite out. The man’s eyes widen in realization. “Oh...you’re an orphan.” He breathes, his eyes scanning over your dirt-smudged face and filthy clothes. You nod and look away from him. The man kneels next to you. “I’m Luke.” He says kindly. “I’m Y/N.” You answer. “Well, Y/N, have you got any friends?” He questions. “I’ve just got me.” You answer, looking at him. “Well I’ll be your friend if you want me to...?” He offers. You nod, a small smile on your face.
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| IMAGINE for @JessycaZander |  You sit on the edge of one of the empty docks in Port Royal, your legs swinging over the side. You're watching as the sun makes its descent in the sky. You smile and start singing softly to yourself, feeling so at peace. You close your eyes, smelling the salt in the air. While you're singing, a random stray dog runs up to you. "Hi!" You exclaim, grinning as it sits next to you, his tail wagging ferociously. You pat his head and he cries. "Are you hungry?" You ask, slipping a piece of hair behind your ear. The dog shuffles closer to you. "Here, let's see what I've got in my bag." You say, opening your knapsack. Amongst your packages of dried fruits and herbs, there's a wedge of bread. You look around to make sure there aren't any other stray dogs before pulling out the bread and giving to the dog. He eats it hungrily. You chuckle. "That's a good boy." You coo. He wags his tail and curls up next to you. You smile in content and then start singing lowly again, petting the dog. "You have a lovely voice." Someone says from behind you, startling you. You jump and start to whirl around in your seated position but fail epically. Your back cracks at an odd angle and you yelp as you fall into the salty sea water.
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