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how to survive bad school days, from morning till night

my last year of high school starts rather soon, and i’ve had more than my fair share of days when i wake up wanting to cry. there aren’t many things you can do when obligations like school force you to get over it as soon as it starts, so here are some tips to make your day better.

1. dress opposite the way you feel. even though sweats might be super tempting, dress up. wear your favorite pair of jeans, or a dress, or your cutest sneakers, even. wear bright colors at least. sweatpants and such will just make you feel even more blah and unfocused throughout the day. 

2. moisturize! this might seem like an odd idea, but moisturizing and going into school glowy and soft definitely helps me feel more comfortable and less ugh during the school day. it helps keep me in my home-y comfort zone, if that makes sense. 

3. carry something from home. this can be a book (even if you don’t read it), a tube of chapstick, a big waterbottle, etc… i have even gone as far as wrapping myself in a small blanket and walking around like that for the day. if you like this option and don’t feel comfortable wearing it, fold it up and place it in your backpack, just so you know it’s there.

4. plan out your day. even if it’s just making a mental note, tell and remind yourself of the things your going to do and when. this will get rid of any unnecessary stress and pressure. if something unexpected comes up, this will also help you manage your time a little better.

5. eat and drink happy things! pick today to pack a lunch, no matter what your usual routine is. drink plenty of water throughout this day, and eat as many fruits and veggies as you can. fill a reusable water bottle with water, fruit (like lemon or strawberries), and chia seeds! it’s perfect to sip throughout the day for a reboot or just to boost your mood. 

6. when you get home, bathe immediately! wash off the day’s dirt. drop everything as soon as you get home, and either jump in the shower or relax in a bath with your favorite soaps and scents and a book. give yourself a break before you have to get back to work.

7. don’t ignore your work. by work, i mean school work. if you’re having a bad day, don’t hesitate to take a break from talking to people or running (low-priority) errands. you don’t want to ignore schoolwork, though, because teachers aren’t the most lenient people in the world, and getting it done will take a lot off of your shoulders. pushing it away will only gain you more bad days. 

8. go to bed. get sleep! you want to be refreshed and happy for the next day, even if it’s a weekend. there’s a good chance your bad day began because you didn’t get enough sleep, or because you were ripped out of bed. reward yourself with rest after a long day. 

Well I’ll Be Damned (Donald Pierce x Reader)

Pairing: Donald Pierce x Reader

Word Count: 2,327 ( what can i say? i love details lmao)

Warnings: Cussing, slight violence and that’s pretty much it. oh and ANGST (:

A/N: Here it is! It took me forever because I originally wrote a different one shot but I’m going to save that one for another time. Hope you like it and please let me know what you think.(:

Originally posted by dracarysandbrimstone

You tried to throw Donald and the rest off of Gabriela’s trail but it wouldn’t be long before they figured out who she’d gone to for help.

You were one of the main reasons the kids and most of the nurses even got out in the first place. You had a change of heart and a long talk with yourself about  who you’d become in the short span of two years. You were never this heartless and you wondered (more like hoped) if there was truly a God that they’d forgive you for what you’d done. Maybe this act would somehow absolve you of this sin but even if it didn’t, it did help you sleep a little better at night knowing those innocent children were spared.

The bed moved a little, the mattress dipping and a pair of arms circled your waist.

“Ya up baby?” Donald’s breath fanned over the crook of your neck.

Oh yea, you were also secretly dating the leader of the Reavers, Donald Pierce, that you were also apart of.

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Misconceptions-Chapter 5


Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut. Tiniest amount of fluff

Originally posted by luvinchris

moye serdtse-my heart


His screams fracture the dream your having, searing into your mind, you have no defense against it, you sit bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily trying to pin point the danger, your sleep hazy mind taking its sweet time catching up with reality, it takes you a minute to realize the screaming is coming from Bucky’s room, you scramble out of bed, not bothering to find your pajama pants, you can feel his terror in your mind, seeping into your every pore as you run down the corridor to his bedroom, you slowly open the door, your heart shattering at the sight before you, Bucky’s back is arching off the bed, his hands fisted into the bed sheets, sweat pouring off him in waves, small whimpers leaving him in between screams, you know better than to approach him, instead you stand at the foot of the bed and gently call into his mind “Bucky, you’re dreaming” he relaxes slightly “moye serdtse, come back to me, you need to wake up” he gasps, one final scream leaving him as he flies out of bed into a defensive position, his eyes scan the room, landing on your form at the edge of the bed “I’m not going to hurt you Bucky, Take a deep breath” you say calmly, he closes the distance between you in two short strides, pulling you fiercely against his chest, he sobs into your hair “don’ please, don’ do that again, you can’ do that again, I need ya, please” you don’t bother asking him what he’s talking about, he’s not going to tell you, he never does “shh Buck. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise” his hold on you tightens, “stay” he pleads “stay, I sleep better when you’re here” he’s staring at you with a look you can’t decipher “yeah buck” you reply “I’ll always stay with you”



“you have a baby” Bucky dumbly states “Where’s Tony?” you reply numbly making shushing noises at Adriana, “you have a baby (y/n), why do you have a baby?!” He asks, voice climbing with every syllable “Where.is.Tony” you spit out through clenched teeth “you left. In the middle of the FUCKING NIGHT AN’ YOU CAN’ EVEN TELL ME WHY THERES A BABY STRAPPED TO YA CHEST” oh man he’s mad. Oh shit he’s beyond angry “can you keep it down James? You’re scaring her” you hiss as Ari starts to wail “I do not owe you an explanation James, in fact I don’t owe you a single damn thing, so where. Is. Tony” you spit, “no, ya aint runnin’ out on me again doll, you an me are gonna discuss why there’s a child strapped to ya and why you left me. Right now,” he replies, calm, angry Bucky is not a good Bucky.” Left you? I did not leave you James, there was no us, you made that abundantly clear when you started dating Natalia, when you told me I was nothing but a mistake” you falter “so you can shove any notion of an explanation up your ass because you aren’t getting shit from me” he groans “look kitty, I know I hurt ya, I was a fuckin’ idiot an I’m sorry I really am, I tried ta talk ta ya but you would-“ “hurt me?” you cut him off “no James what you did was so far beyond the realm of hurting me it’s ridiculous” you whisper “you broke me James, and there isn’t anyway I’m coming back from that” he stares at you stunned as you push past him “and if you ever call me kitty again I will rip your throat out. With my teeth” you add as you make your way to Tony’s lab.

Bucky fucking Barnes your fuming, furious, your hands are shaking, Ari is screaming bloody murder as you unsuccessfully try and sooth her, your running through every curse word in every language that you know, you’re covered in blood, running high on adrenaline and anger and you’re going to murder Tony.

“you better be in here Stark” you yell, hearing various implements crash to the floor “Kitty? Jesus, I got your message what the hell happened out there kid? How did they find you? You were secure!” he asks, frantically checking you and Ari for any injuries “I don’t know T, I did as you asked, I made no friends, I didn’t go out unnecessarily, you said you had the threat under control?” you’re so, so tired “I did, I had no indication that HYDRA knew where you were there’s been no chatter. Not a peep” he says “you okay kid? You’re looking like shit” he adds. “I had a run in with Bucky on the way up and I’m dead ass tired, Ari nearly got taken and right now I wanna wake up from this obvious fucking nightmare I’m having” silent tears are running down your face, you don’t notice “you need sleep Kitty cat, give the baby to me I can take care of the little monster while you get cleaned up and rest, I’ll send out for supplies and clothes” you breathe out a sigh “you sure T?” “yes, now give me my goddaughter, you’re of no use to either of us in the state you’re in” you bark out laugh “such a charmer you are Tony” you reply as you unstrap Ari “she needs to eat, she missed her feeding, and a bath won’t hurt her either” you add. “you got it mama” he winks.


(y/n) you need to get out. Now” Tony barks through the phone “I intercepted HYDRA intel, they know where you are and that you’re pregnant, we need to move you” panic, Blind searing panic “how? Why? I don’t understand T, I’m inconsequential” you breathe into the receiver “I’m not important enough for them to come after me T” you take a breath “what the fuck is going on?”

“I wish I knew kitty cat, be ready to go in 5”



Making a quick stop in Steve’s room you grab a shirt and a pair of joggers, you’re covered in dirt and sweat, drops of blood covering your clothes, you need a shower desperately, and a solid 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, you moan at the prospect, you can’t remember the last time you slept through the night, Ari needed to feed every 2 hours and you were running on empty. Trudging back to your old room you find Bucky sitting on your old bed, you sigh “James I can’t do this with you right now” you speak plainly too tired to go another round with him “well then ya best listen doll face, ya haven’t let me say my peace, an’ I need ta get this out” “James please not no-“ He interrupts you “for once shuddup an’ listen ta me alrigh’?” his face is deadly serious, brokering no room for protest, “fine. Say what you have to say, and then leave” you answer, he sighs, “Ya left me, Alone, no explanation, no warning, I mourned ya, ya know?” he falters “I loved ya for so long and you were just gon’, I couldn’ put the pieces together in my mind, why ya jus left like that” your crying, breath coming out in short pants “I knew I had hurt ya after the las’ fight we had, I knew I was an idiot, an’ Natalia offered comfort, I thought i loved her,I couldn figure out what I wanted, who I wanted” you can get through this (y/n) squeezing your eyes shut  “ i ended it with Natalia as soon as i figured out you left,she was a replacement for who i wanted an’ i hurt her too“ he looks disgusted with himself “i looked for ya, i spent months tryna find ya, i felt like i was goin’ insane without ya” his lips curl back into a snarl “you are so deeply in-bedded in who i am, i don’ know what i am without ya, ya saved me from the dark, an’ i pushed ya into it”

“an then ya march back into my life bold as brass, with a baby strapped ta ya, covered in dirt and blood,with that fuckin’ attitude that makes me wanna tear my hair out, an’ ya shattered my heart all over again (y/n)” tears are streaming down his face, Dont let him in You think “I know the babies mine (y/n) an ya aint gonna keep her from me, I’m gonna be her daddy, whether ya wan’ me ta or not” he adds “give me a chance, Kitty, I can make this right, I can be who ya need me to be, please all im askin’ for is a chance” he pleads. God how you want to give in, you want to wrap yourself in Bucky and never let go. You want to be a family, you want Ari to have both parents, but how do you know he wont turn tail when he starts to doubt again? No, Ari comes first. Always Adriana.

“I won’t stop you from being Adriana’s father James” he brightens instantly.

“but you and I, we can never be anything more than we are now. Too much has happened, I’m your second-choice James, your consolation prize, I was just a mistake to you, you said so yourself, I can’t” you sigh “I can’t do that again Buck, I can’t go through that again, I cant put my daughter through that”

“I’m gonna prove ya wrong doll” he stands to leave

“ya were never my second choice” he adds “ya were the only choice.”

“an I was a fool ta only realize that after ya were gone”

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Missing You

Imagine ever since your group arrived in Alexandria you have been non-stop working and haven’t had any time to spend with your boyfriend Daryl.

It was an early morning and you had no idea why you were awake. Daryl was asleep beside you and you smiled knowing he was getting a much needed rest.

You had a lot to do today, first you had a shift at the guard post then Olivia had asked your help with inventory.

You got out of bed and changed into some jeans and a plain white shirt. You slipped your boots on and pulled your hair into a pony tail.

“Y/N?” Daryl mumbled facing you.

“Sorry babe, I’ve got to go.” You said sadly going over and kissing his cheek.

Daryl was still half asleep so you covered him up some more then went to do your first job of the day.

Standing guard was uneventful to say the least. Only a few walkers made their way close to the gates but you shot them down easily.

Now you were helping Olivia take inventory on the food supply here in Alexandria. “Okay so only three cans of green beans, a can of chicken noodle soup and some deer meat my lovely boyfriend brought back are the only things that were brought in this week?” You asked writing everything down on a notepad.

“Yeah, Deanna hasn’t sent out anyone on runs after the incident with Glenn and Aiden. We are a little short this week but still in good shape for the next two months.” Olivia explained organizing the soups on the top shelf.

You didn’t notice the extra presence in the room until you heard someone clear their throat.

You turned around and saw Daryl standing up against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey.” You smiled at him.

“Can I talk to ya for a sec?” Daryl asked biting on his bottom lip, a nervous habit I’ve noticed he has.

You looked to Olivia and she nodded sweetly at me. You handed her the pen and notepad and took Daryl’s hand leading him out onto the porch.

“You not goin on a run with Glenn and Tara today?” Daryl asked.

“No not since the altercation with Aiden. Deanna hasn’t let anyone go scavenging, that’s why we are low on the food supply this week.”

Daryl nodded and looked down the street, “You wanna like go somewhere or-”

The door opened behind us and Olivia had a box full of fresh vegetables. “Sorry to interrupt, but Y/N I need your help.”

“Sure no problem, I’ll be right there.” You smiled to her and she went back inside leaving you and Daryl alone again.

“Daryl I would love to spend time with you but I’m just really busy right now.”

Daryl nodded and started to walk down the porch steps. You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward you kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you later okay?”

Daryl gave you a side smile nodding. He walked away and you went back inside to help Olivia.

As the day went on you hadn’t seen Daryl at all. After helping Olivia you watched Judith for a while then went back to the guard post.

Night came and you were exhausted. You trudged into your house hoping to see your boyfriend.

“Daryl? You home?” You called. Daryl was no where to be seen. You felt bad about earlier today. Was he that mad he just left?

Too tired to think you just walked up to your room and laid on your bed drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you felt the other side of the bed empty. Did Daryl not come home at all last night?

You got up and walked into the kitchen poring a glass of orange juice. You heard a familiar rumble of a motorcycle and smiled putting your glass into the sink.

You walked outside and saw Daryl fixing up his motorcycle. You went up behind him wrapping your arms around his waist. “Hey stranger.”

Daryl looked back at you then shut his motorcycle off. “Thought you were gonna sleep all day.” He turned around and you let go of him.

“I almost did. I was super tired.”

“Got home last night and yer ass was takin up the whole bed. Slept on the couch cause of it.” Daryl smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, “well let me make it up to you. I can make some amazing pancakes, then we can eat together. Feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Daryl cupped the side of your face, “sounds good to me.” You smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips when you heard Aaron calling his name.

Daryl groaned and lowered his head turning around. “M’ busy.”

“Sorry, just wanted to tell you we need to get going. I mapped out the area pretty well.” Aaron said offering Daryl the map.

“Oh are you guys going on a run?” I asked looking between the two.

“Actually I gave Daryl the job of helping me recruit other groups for Alexandria, just like I did for yours.”

You were a little surprised. Daryl hadn’t told you anything about this, but you were very happy for him.

“I was gonna tell ya. Last night actually but you were already asleep.”

“No it’s fine. I’m happy for you.” You smiled giving Daryl a playful punch.

“I’ll be by the car. See you later Y/N.” Aaron waved walking away.

“I might be gone for a few days.” Daryl said quietly. “I don’t wanna bail on ya b-”

“No Daryl it’s fine. Really I understand.” You reassured him. “Stay safe alright?”

He nodded and kissed your cheek. Daryl got on his motorcycle and drove up behind Aaron and they both drove out the gates and down the road.

“Miss you already.” You muttered walking back inside.


A few days have passed and Daryl still wasn’t back. You didn’t like to be all alone in your house, so you were eating dinner with Maggie, Glenn, Tara and Eugene.

“No Eugene that’s too much salt!” Tara yelled to Eugene slapping his hand away.

You laughed and looked out the window, a habit you’ve gotten from waiting on Daryl. You didn’t even notice Maggie sit down next to you.

“Y/N, he will come home.” She smiled placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I know. Just wish it was sooner then later.” You signed and Maggie gave you a side hug. “Come on, dinner is ready.”

Glenn handed you a plate and you filled it with the homemade pasta Maggie and Eugene had made. Everyone got their food and sat down, we all bowed our heads while Maggie said a little prayer.

You took a bite of your pasta and threw your head back. “That is amazing.” You hummed.

“I knew with the amount of salt I applied, it would give it that monumental taste.” Eugene said monotone taking a bite of his salad.

Everyone laughed and continued to eat our dinner. We all had some mini conversations and even learned Eugene is a chef in the making.

Tara helped you with the dishes and shortly after Glenn and Maggie had left. The front door opened and in walked Daryl, who was very sweaty and covered in some dirt.

“Daryl!” You squealed dropping a plate in the water making the soap splash on Tara.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I got this.” She said sarcastically and smiling toward us, finishing up the dishes.

You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Some water and soap got on him but neither of you cared.

“I missed you.” You smiled. Daryl dropped his crossbow and embraced you in his arms.

“Well that’s our que. Come on Eugene, see you two later.” Tara smiled dragging Eugene out the door.

Once they were gone Daryl picked you up and carried you over to the kitchen island sitting you down. His hands were on your thighs and you had your arms wrapped around his neck.

“It’s good to finally spend time with you.” You said moving some hair out of his eyes. Daryl is such a big softie when it comes to being around you. He always gets lost in your eyes or is watching you talk. Daryl loved your lips and he would always stare at them making you nervous.

Daryl leaned in kissing your lips softly. Your mouths moved in sync, his tongue grazing your bottom lip slowly.

You smiled and pulled him closer to you. His hand moved to the small of your back and the other one tracing circles on your exposed skin from where your tank top had ridden up.

The two of you pulled away panting. “That’s a hell of a welcome home.” Daryl smirked moving his hands slowly toward the bottom of your shirt.

You stopped him and playfully pushed him back, getting off the counter. “You need a shower Daryl.”

Daryl groaned, “don’t do this to me.”

You giggled walking away from him. “Not my fault you came home all sweaty! I missed you though, glad your home babe!”

You ran upstairs and laid on your bed. Daryl came in shortly and frowned at you. “I’m gonna get ya back for that one.”

You laughed and helped your boyfriend get the shower ready. “Okay I’ll be o-”

Before you could finish Daryl picked you up carried you into the shower with him, fully clothed.

“Ugh Daryl! Our clothes are all wet now!” You yelled only making Daryl smile wider.

He kissed your cheek and laid his head on your shoulder, “it’s good to be home.” He mumbled.

Daryl was right, it was great to be home, our home.

Sidgeno Mermaid AU anon fic

<< [Chapter 2/?] >>

It’s not until the morning when he’s looking over the pictures again when he notices the same figure in the water that he saw the night before.

The diner in town opens at five.

Geno gets there at 5:30 and rolls his eyes at how chipper the waiter sounds when he tells him to “take a seat wherever you like, I’ll be right with ya.”

His name tag says Jake and he doesn’t bat an eye at his sullen look when he pour his coffee and puts down the menu.

He’s young, fresh out of high school, maybe, and he doesn’t look like he knows who Geno is at all.

Geno’s already made up his mind to tip him very well.

“You’re the one that moved into that shack down by the beach, aren’t you?”

He coughs as the coffee goes down the wrong way. It burns his tongue.

“How you know?”

“This is a tiny, little island. Everyone knows everything. Is it haunted?”

“I’m Geno and it’s not haunted,” he grumbles. “Not a shack.”

“The walls are falling in on themselves and it looks haunted.”

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we were always meant to say goodbye

@philukas wanted pain. i give you: pain

au in which ryan kane shoots both the boys

Lukas Waldenbeck has always thought it strange how quickly and slowly time tends to pass.

It seems like childhood stretches into infinity, and then one day, it ends, and you’re fifteen and then sixteen and then seventeen and the world is slamming into you. It takes your breath away and never gives it back.

Lukas is watching like it’s an hourglass with a crack in it, and time is slipping out onto the floor.

Death is all he can think about these days. Philip dying, his own mother’s death, his father dying, Tommy dying, Tracy dying. All of these deaths that he may or may not have caused, the ones he may or may not cause.

He just wants to forget about it, but in the world Lukas has found himself in as of late, it’s impossible not to. Death seems to be the new fad for him. And it doesn’t seem like it’s going out of style anytime soon.

What Lukas really wants is to forget about saying goodbye. The way it’s become something that falls into his lap on a regular basis. The way he seems to recite the same lines to different people and watch them go.

Now it’s his time to be on the other side.

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Falling (Avengers)

this is a fic that is about the avengers as a group and it was going to be a three part but at this second i’m only confident on one part so expect nothing. thanks.

You grimaced, staring at the white of your thigh. It’s likely very bad that you can’t feel this, can’t feel the searing heat that should be there or the little leaks of blood that’re escaping. Only a couple leaks, luckily. That’s the point of burning the flesh, so the blood doesn’t leak out. Not that you’d been bleeding before you’d been hit with a flamethrower to the thigh at point blank range.

Not the point. What’s also not the point is that you definitely shouldn’t have tried to take on a flamethrower guy on your lonesome, as Steve has so succinctly pointed out over comms at least a dozen times already, but it’s always best to set the scene.

Maybe that’s a bad thing, thinking you’re setting a scene. It’s just your head, and there’s no one else around, nor are you even speaking aloud. And this isn’t a show or movie or book or anything like that. Do burns effect the way a person thinks? Is it like when you go mad with pain? Strange considering you can’t feel any pain. Or not much. There are little shallower burns around the edges but that’s not the point.

And I swear, every time we let you try and fight without a buddy something goes wrong! How- Dammit- How are we supposed to trust you on a mission if you can’t keep yourself from getting wounded to the point of needing time off?” Steve roars in your ear, the twang and screams elicited by his shield as it flies from point to point wherever he is the background to your undressing.

The twang and screams elicited by his shield as it flies from point to point wherever he is the background to your undressing? Now all you can think of is doing a sexy strip tease to a backing track of Steve in battle. A hip bump with every grunt, arms flying high and sliding down your body to the sound of a dying mans scream.

Lay off the kid, you know she’s still learning.” Tony pipes up, his voice sympathetic but you’re barely focused on the conversation right now. An ant is crawling up your hand.

Bullets tear up the earth a few feet from you and you frown at the sight. Why does man have to destroy the earth? What has the earth ever done but feed and clothe us?

Tsunamis, tornados, earth quakes and volcanoes.

“Ha! That’s right.” You giggle, cringing at the high pitched noise of your laugh. Like a keen or a squeak. Hysterical sounding, almost.

What the hell kid? I’m trying to stick up for you.” Tony snaps and you shake your head, trying to refocus on the conversation through the comms.

“Sorry? What?” You mumble, raising a dirty finger and lowering it slow motion toward your burn. Maybe if you prod it, you’ll feel something. A crumb of dirt drops from your palm, landing on the cloth left covering your thigh and someone shouts across the field.

She knows she’s being an idiot, she admitted it.” Steve growls and you blink at the empty field.

Steve, shut up.” Tony snaps, worry in his voice. “Kid, what’re you thinking about right now?”

Steve’s voice starts up again, only to be shushed by Tony once more and radio silence fills your ear.

You rack your brain, what do they want you to say? Are you supposed to provide humour for the group? Is this a sombre moment? You were barely listening.

“It’s strange how geese have teeth. I’m not sure if ducks have teeth but it’s worth looking into, don’t you guys agree? Oh, and there’s an ant and he was on my shin before but he’s on my knee and I think he wants to eat my delicious crispy flesh.”

Please tell me you haven’t eaten any of your burned skin?” Clint begs, the sound of someone gagging coming through the comms.

“No, I haven’t. Should I? Is that… Is that how I’ll be able to feel again cause right now it’s like my leg is… It’s like my leg is dizzy.” You wonder, hearing a soft curse run through the line in your ear.

I’ll see you in one minute, Y/N, and we’re gonna get you on the jet. Where are you?” Tony asks softly, his voice soothing and you yawn at the cadence. Nice.

“Same spot. Never left, I sort of felt vomity so I sat down and then everyone sort of ran off. Probably didn’t want me to be sick on them.” You laugh, only for the sound to die and your eyes to go wide. “Help, guys. Help.”

What? What?”

“The ant is nearly at the wound; it won’t heal good if there’s an ant bite on it. Hurry!”

Oh my god.” Natasha groans and you can’t help softly and bitterly mimicking the sound. A thud sounds as a red and gold robot appears before you.

“Hello, are you real?” You frown, beaming as the bot nods its head. “You’re an AI, you’re so cool!”

“Please be still, Miss.” The automated voice rumbles, kneeling and scooping you into its hard arms. “My scans show you have received third degree burns to two thirds of your left thigh. I have been instructed to take you to the jet, do you object?”

“Nope.” You smile, patting the robots glowing heart happily and trying not to squeak as you’re jostled into the sky.

“You do realize that this could be grounds for you to be taken off the team.” Pietro sighs, and you pout at him. What’s the point of having a beautiful boy on your bed if he’s gonna talk?

“Of all the things I could live without, fighting for my life on a weekly basis- if I’m having a good run, is high on the list.” You shrug, running your fingers through his hair and gazing at him. How is he so pretty? It has to be the hair with his dark eyebrows. Art.

“You’d leave the team?”

“No!” You laugh, the offense and outright amazement in his voice comical. “I’d never leave the team while they’d have me. But I hate running all the time, I hate being so bad at this, I just hate being constantly sick.”

“You love bed rest!” Pietro counters and you laugh, flopping back against the pillow and trying not to visibly wince.

“I love bed rest because I am loved. What I don’t love about bed rest is being in pain. Even lying here with you, mostly still and doing nothing but talking, is utterly exhausting and it feels like someones running lines along my thigh with a dull razor.” You mumble, your eyes drifting around your bed before you push against the mattress, sliding yourself further down the bed and setting your head on your pillow. Pietros eyes meet yours levelly on the other pillow and you avoid his gaze.

“Y/N.” He mumbles softly and you shrug, holding out your hand and interlacing your fingers.


in dreams

(jyn/cassian, post rogue one, everyone’s alive AU)



They’re flying to the Corellian system, a recruiting mission, several days into the journey. K2 and Cassian are up front, flying, Jyn somewhere in the back. Cassian blinks heavily at K’s voice, but doesn’t shift from facing forward, looking out into space, his hands loosely on the controls. He’s gotten good at tuning K out, especially when he knows he’s going to say something he doesn’t want to hear.

“Cassian,” K says, louder this time.

“What?” he snaps, sharper than he intends.

“You’ve been awake for 51 hours now.”


“And humans tend to need a few hours of rest every few days,” K2 says dryly.

“I’m fine,” Cassian grumbles.

“I’m sure you are, but I’d prefer for us not to crash.”

“We’re in outer space,” Cassian says, finally looking over at K2. “What could we possibly hit?”

K2 doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to the side like he does when he knows he’s won.

“Fine,” Cassian sighs. “I’ll take a break. Wake me in an hour.”

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Thanks to You (Peter Parker x Reader) Pt. 4

Summary: Your life is typical, normal; you go to class, see your friends, do your homework. You never expected spider-man to have any reason to interact with you, but when there’s a person tapping against the window of your apartment, you know you have to open it. All parts of this fic

Author’s note: This is the last part of this fic! for anyone who read it, I hope you liked it!

Word count: 3,293

Warnings: more bloody stuff, some swearing possibly

~not my gif~

You hadn’t heard from your masked friend for nearly a week, and you were starting to get worried. He’d been coming over more often, typically in the later hours of the day but nonetheless almost every night. You knew you shouldn’t worry, because there was only good news stories about him, but you still felt a pit in your chest at the possibility that he was out every night as always and had possibly decided he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

Your days went on as they always did; you had classes and you saw your friends during your breaks, Peter couldn’t always hang out with the group and Ned got upset, and eventually you suggested to Ned that the two of you just build the lego Death Star together anyway. He sighed in defeat and obliged.

Ned had just left with his now-finished Death Star and you felt exhausted. You pulled on a pair of shorts and a big t shirt and flopped into your bed, staring at the ceiling as the final bars of “Take it Easy” by the Eagles rang through your speakers. You felt yourself drifting off, your eyes nearly dropping shut when you felt your bed shift next to you. Your lids snapped open and you looked over to find spider-man tentatively sliding onto your bed next to you, wincing as his body hit the mattress. You turned over and sat up as he groaned, his chest facing out. He had a huge gash on one arm and his hand held his shoulder, as if he were worried it would fall off. His suit was covered in dirt and he smelled of…exhaust?

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Not Dead Yet (Part 27)

*Quick update! Don’t forget to let me know what you think. Love ya!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language

“Wow, you almost look like a lady.” Devin remarked as I cleaned myself up the best I could.

“How dare you.” I dragged my comb through my hair again. “Take a good look now because you will not be seeing me like this again.”

“Here’s the dress.” he handed me a large bundle of lilac colored fabric. “Lot of fabric there, need any help…”

“Shove off,” I kicked him and he scampered off. I unfolded the dress and sighed. I know that this was my idea but the thought that I was going to be playing a damsel in distress made me groan.

I stripped out of my clothes and changed into the dress and shift that went underneath it. But, wait, the back is open! I craned my neck and saw the loose ribbons that were meant to lace it up. Guess I do need Devin to help with this. I gathered up my clothes and started back to camp to find Devin. I tossed my other clothes in my tent and grabbed the little cracked mirror studying my reflection in it. My hair looked tidier than it ever had and there was not a speck of dirt nor drop of sweat to be seen on my face.

“Need a hand there?” I turned around and saw Peter studying me with an amused look. “I’m not the most adept with woman’s fashion but I don’t think they’re supposed to look like that.”

“I just need Devin to lace me up.” I stood upright.

“I got it,” he motioned for me to turn around, “What? It’s a dress, not that hard to comprehend.”

I rolled my eyes but turned around anyways. He took either ribbon in his hands and started to lace up the dress quite deftly. “So, you found this rather quickly. Did you just happen to have a dress my size lying about?”

“Conjured it up from an old cloak.” He answered.

He finished lacing it and tied it tightly in place. “There we are, let’s have a look.”

I turned around once more. “How weird do I look? Let’s have at it.”

“Believe it or not, you actually look pretty. As pretty as a Lost Girl like you can, that is.” he gave me a sincere grin.

“Oh why thank you.” I smoothed out a crease in the seemingly endless yards of satin. “Did it have to be such a girly color?”

“It’s only for a little while. Now let’s go have some fun. You still have your dagger?” he asked. I pulled up the dress to show the dagger safely strapped at my thigh.

“Duh, just round up the boys and we’ll head off.”

He held out a hand, “Let’s have some fun then.” I took his hand and in a whirl of wind we were in a different part of the island. A group of boys were there and jumped when Peter and I appeared out of nowhere.

“Find them?” I asked. No one said anything and kept staring at me. “Yes I actually look like a girl for once. Just cause I’m wearing a dress doesn’t mean I can’t still kill you all. Now, pirates?”

“Over there.” Nick pointed off to the west.

“Was that so hard?” I muttered. “So you guys know your part right?”

“We get to chase you down like we’re going to kill you. I’ve been looking forward to it!” One of the other boys, Flint, said.

“You hurt me, I hurt you.” I warned him. “Don’t overdo it with the theatrics, keep a good distance, I’m heading in.”

I started running toward the west. The boys were going to wait till I was further ahead to start chasing after me. I glanced back to see how much space I had put between us when I ran right into a body. First instinct made me fear it was one of the pirates but was relieved, if not a little annoyed, to see Peter had manifested right in front of my trail.

“What the hell are you doing?” I pushed myself back up.

“I needed to tell you if things should go awry–”

“I’ll be fine. I can hold my own, even against pirates.” I rolled my eyes.

“I know just–”

“Are you worried about me?” I gaped at him, “The fearless Peter Pan is scared that his little Lost Girl is going to get herself into a compromising situation she can’t get out of?”

“You do have a habit of getting into near death experiences.”

“Then you should be used to this by now. I’ll be back before you know it.” I gathered the front of the dress up and moved to run towards the pirates when Peter grabbed my arm stopping me.

He pressed his lips to mine in a hot open-mouthed kiss. Despite the situation I kissed him back without another thought. He pulled back, our mouths making a slight popping sound as they came apart, “We’ll finish that when you get back.”

“Great. I look forward to it.” I pulled myself free of his grip, “Now get out of here and let me work.”


“Stop,” Hook and the few of his crew halted behind him. “Someone’s out there.”

“The Lost Ones?” one of the crew suggested. Towards the east he heard the ruckus of the Lost Boys making some big ado. They readied into fighting stance as some shuffling came closer. A girl crashed through unto their path looking frightened and dazed. She spotted them and her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“Who are you? You look too old to be Lost Boys.” she panted heavily. Giving the pirates a once over before glancing back behind her. “Nevermind, run!”

“Wait, who are–” Hook tried to ask.

“No time! Run! They’re right behind me!” She screeched as she pushed past them and took off down the trail they had just come from. The noise of the Lost Boys was getting closer and they didn’t sound happy.

“Go!” Hook barked at them and they all turned to follow the mysterious new girl. They ran, the noise of the boys following after them until they reached the sanctity of the beach. When they felt they were safe Hook took a moment to really look at the girl they had blindly followed here. She was knelt in the sand gasping for breath.

“Alright, love,” Hook approached her, “Who are you and why are you running from the Lost Boys?”

She peered up at him, “They had me locked up as ransom, I was able to escape, need I say more? And you are?”

“I’m Captain Jones, this is my crew.” This poor girl, she looked so out of place in this grand jungle.

“Pirates…the ones they’ve been talking about.” she sat back on the sand, “So that means you have a ship? You can get me out of here?”

“Aye, we do and we could. But how can we know that we can trust you?” After they found Alf Mason rotting in the bowels of the Jolly Roger they were wary of everything and everyone on this island.

“Pardon?” she gaped at them visibly abashed.

“Well as much as I would love to believe you I have also been bombarded by mermaids and my men slaughtered since coming to this island. So forgive me if I’m not entirely trusting of sudden pretty face.”

Tears started to well up in her eyes. “I’ve been strung up in the center of their camp for years. I know everything about it, about them. I can help you get off this island. Just take me with you when you do.”

Hook watched the girl carefully. Her large eyes reflected that of a fish out of water panicked and desperate. He held out a hand for her, “Come lass. Let’s get you out of here before those boys track you down.” She glanced at his hand before taking it and pulling herself to her feet. “That a girl. You didn’t say what your names was.”

“Y/N,” she answered. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Well, miss Y/N, allow me to more properly introduce myself. Captain Killian Jones at your service.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” she spoke softly. They rowed back to the ship and Hook gave her his quarters to rest. She explained that she had been taken from her home one day and that according to Pan the only way her family would get her back was if they relinquished one of her brothers. So far it had been to no avail.

“Father never wanted any girls running around. Found them too high maintenance to raise.” Y/N mumbled, her hands wrapped around a warm teacup. “Should have seen this coming to be honest. He’s rid of me and has his sons to carry on the name. Only regret probably is that he wishes it would have happened sooner.”

“Don’t speak like that. I’m sure your father is worried out of his mind about you.” Hook tried to assure her.

She let out a small scoff. “If he truly was worried then he would have come for me by now, wouldn’t he?”

“Love, how long have you been on this island?”

“Trapped in a cage it’s hard to tell but I believe it’s been a couple years. A decade maybe.” she shrugged, “If father wanted me home then something would have been done a long time ago.”

“A decade. You’ve been locked in a cage for a decade?”

“They let me out to eat and such but all my time was usually spent in a wicker cage suspended off the ground. I only escaped because they had let me out to eat and I clocked the boy that was supposed to be keeping an eye on me over the head. Then I started running as fast as I could.”

“If I may ask, you seem impeccably dressed for someone who’s been locked in a cage for years.”

“Oh this?” she picked at the sleeves of the dress, “It was a present from their leader, Pan. He thought I should have something pretty to wear for…for being a good girl. Oh dear, it makes me sound like a mutt. Obey: get a bone. Misbehave: get rapped on the snout.”

“And did you ever…misbehave?” he gestured the question carefully.

She gave a slight nod and rolled pulled down the fabric at her shoulder to reveal a large jagged scar. “That was for spitting at one of them.” she gulped heavily, “I can’t go back. I just can’t…”

“You won’t. I promise.” he pulled the sleeve back up over her shoulder. “Now try to relax and rest up. We’ll deal with any Lost Boys that come snooping. When you’re stronger you’ll tell us what all you know of this place and it’s inhabitants, alright?”

“Of course. Thank you, Captain.” she smiled up at him for the first time.

“Please, call me Killian.” he returned the smile. Peter Pan was playing a dangerous game. First there was his fun assaulting Hook’s crew but to kidnap a young girl and hold her prisoner for a decade…that was the final straw.


This was painfully easy, I thought as Hook left the room. A scared girl in peril, add a sob story and sprinkle on some tenderness and he was putty. I think it was the flashing of that old scar that really did the trick, an old reminder from one of my run-ins with Slightly so long ago. If things went well then I should be able to find the eye and be back home by tonight.

Now alone I stood up from my seat and began my search of the captain’s quarters. He’d have to keep it here if it wasn’t on him. A secret compartment or safe hidden somewhere. I lifted the mattress of the bed but there was nothing under it. First rule of searching, never dismiss a hiding spot just because it’s obvious. I dropped the mattress and flopped back on the bed. This ship is full of nooks and crannies how am I gonna find something as small as an eyeball?

This bed is very soft though. Not fit for a king but much better than my cot back at camp. I glanced back at the doorway. I had already gained entry to the ship. There was no way off this island without Peter’s knowing so I didn’t have to fear an unexpected departure. If I could actually relax for just a moment…

I nestled further under the blankets and let out a long sigh of pleasure. This was the most comfortable thing I have ever laid on in my life! The gentle rock of the ship and the sound of the water lapping against the hull was so soothing. I shut my eyes and started to drift off. Peter’s eye could wait, there was no way I was passing up a great sleep like this.


“Pan,” Felix tried to get his friend’s attention, “You haven’t stopped pacing since Y/N left with the pirates. She’s a strong girl, you know she can handle herself.”

“I know,” Peter snapped, “But it’s nearly nightfall. The way she spoke she made it sound like she’d be back by now.”

“It’s a large ship and a lot of pirates. If she’s going to find the eye without getting her throat slashed open she needs to be discreet.” Felix’s words did nothing to calm him. This was a stupid plan! What had he been thinking?

He sent his Lost Girl to a ship of malicious pirates with only a dagger for protection. It wasn’t exactly like she was hideous or a child either. What if one of them–

“Pan!” Felix shouted and Peter stopped his pacing. “You’re gonna make it start thundering if you keep thinking whatever it is you’re thinking.”

Peter looked up and noted that dark clouds had started to invade the once clear sky. He cursed the island for betraying his real worry. No doubt Y/N had taken notice. How smug she must feel seeing it. He tried to force the clouds away but more rolled in against his will.

“I’m going to check on the ship.”

“Pan, you know that’s a bad idea.” Felix warned.

“Only if they know I’m there.” he blinked away from the camp and reappeared on the beach. Out on the ocean was the Jolly Roger with it’s lanterns aglow in the quickly darkening evening. If he used his pixie dust he could just fly over and check but pixie dust was in very short supply. Besides the emergency vial he kept on him at all times there was barely any left. He couldn’t go wasting it on stuff like this.

So he sat down on the beach and watched the ship swaying on the sea.

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There was a smell of Time in the air tonight. He smiled and turned the fancy in his mind. There was a thought. What did time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. And, going further, what did Time look like? Time look like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in an ancient theater, 100 billion faces falling like those New Year balloons, down and down into nothing. That was how Time smelled and looked and sounded. And tonight- Tomas shoved a hand into the wind outside the truck- tonight you could almost taste time.
—  Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

Okay so this smut is kind of strange. It’s super weird and doesn’t make sense! Like, I barely know what’s going on in it. (: It’s based off of a Lana Del Rey song called “Wolf.” So the reader is “little red riding hood” and Dean is the “wolf.” It’s also supposed to be Dean after he gets out of Purgatory. So just mix the two together and this is what I came up with.

 Reader x Dean

Warnings: aggressive Dean, SMUT, no plot, werewolf plot twist and naughty words.

 Words: 2711

      Dim light was flowing through the breaks in the tree’s leaves above your head. The basket full of apples you were holding in the crook of your arm was starting to feel heavy as you looked around. Your mother had told you to deliver the sweet fruit and come home as soon as you were finished. Her instructions had been clear on how to maneuver through the thick trees, but you’d forgotten them a while ago. The trail split off several ways, and as you turned to look behind you, there seemed to be no way you’d ever find your way back. You take in a shaky breath, nervous that you’d be stuck out here forever. The sun was starting to set, which was only adding to your nerves. You decide to keep going the same way- hopefully the trail would lead you somewhere that would offer a way out.

      The further you travel the darker it gets, and you’re about to turn back when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. Your chest heaves with panic as you scan the trees surrounding you. There’s nothing, but the hair standing up on the back of your neck says otherwise. You swallow loudly, your throat suddenly dry. Again you hear the footsteps, and turn in circles to try and find the source. When the forest goes silent again, you roll your eyes at yourself for being dramatic. It’s probably just a squirrel or something. Once you’ve calmed yourself down, you flip back around, gasping when you see a man a few feet in front of you. You stumble backwards while screaming, landing on your butt in the dirt. You had dropped your basket, sending red apples flying everywhere.

      “What do we have here?” He asks while standing over you, and you swear you see his eyes flash gold for a second, but then fade back to their bright green color.

     "Just st-stay b-back,“ you say, scooting backwards in the dirt. He chuckles, kneeling down and grabbing your ankles and pulling you back towards him. You let out a bloodcurdling scream, turning on your stomach to try and crawl away from him.  

      "No, shh,” he says, placing his knees on either side of your torso and flipping you over. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing so deep in the woods?”

      “None of your business,” you snap, trying to sound tough. He smirks, and an annoying part of you says he’s attractive. Well, he really is, but you’d rather not think about that under these circumstances. His lips are full and pink, his skin is subtly tanned and his beard is grown out and looks amazing on him. You suddenly remember his position on you and buck your hips up, beginning to flail your arms and kick your legs. He grabs your arms and pin them above your head, then wraps his feet over your shins to keep them still.

      “Mm, feisty,” he mumbles, his voice dangerously low. He’s strong, and you know that it’s going to be impossible for you to get out of his grip. He lowers his face into your neck, taking a deep breath in.

  “What do you want?” You ask, fear evident in your voice.

      “You,” he growls, reaching a hand down while grasping your wrists with his large hand. He lightly runs his fingertips down your arm, then over your shoulder, then over the sensitive skin of your breast. You breathe in deeply, wiggling around from the tickle of his touch. His face is still buried in the crook of your neck, and it takes you a second to realize that he’s kissing you there. He works his lips up your throat and to your jaw. His hand working on your breast shifts, and through your shirt he pinches your erect nipple. A loud moan escapes your lips, and you sigh. He growls hungrily, beginning to move his hand down your stomach, tickling you slightly. His hand travels farther down, and before he can reach your center you decide to improvise to try and stop him,

      “Wait-wait!” You say. Even though you want him to continue, your nerves got the best of you. His hand pauses, resting on your low stomach. He doesn’t answer you to show he’s listening, he only pulls back and looks deep in your eyes for you to continue. As you breath out, confused as to why he’s stopped. He blinks, and you realized he’s waiting for you to say something.

      “I can give you, uh, money. A-anything,” he doesn’t look impressed, and his hand twitches and you squeal, trying to think of something. “No- uh! I-” you start, but don’t have anything else to say. You realize there’s nothing you want to say to the stranger. You stare at him, looking deep into his green eyes, seeing his amusement. “Just tell me who you are,” you plea. He groans, laying his head down on your shoulder.

 "Fine,“ he says, "but there’s a catch.”

      “What?” You ask, looking at his gorgeous face. He smiles, and you know that the catch is going to be in his favor.

 "Let’s play a game,“ he says, and you raise your eyebrows.

      "Alright,” you start to say, confused. If this was your chance to get some answers, then you were going to take it, “what game?” He chuckles again, the sound rumbling from his chest.

      “Hide and seek,” he says, and again you’re confused. “If I can’t find you, then you get to know my name. But if I find you… game over. If you don’t want to play, I’ll leave you alone. But if you want to play, you have to follow through with the terms. What’s it going to be?” You gulp, knowing exactly what he means by “terms.”

 "Ok. I wanna play,“ you say slowly while nodding, strangely fine with this deal.

      "Good girl,” he says, getting off of you. You don’t miss a beat, pushing off the soft floor and turning away from him. You sprint towards the trees, hoping they’ll offer you some sort of protection. You pump your arms, running faster than you ever have before. All you wanted was some answers, to know who this person was.

      You figure you’re far enough away so you stop and press your back tightly against a tree, your lungs burning with exhaustion. You stay and listen, breathing deeply, trying not to give yourself away. You’ve never been more exhilarated in your life; the suspense of if he’ll catch you causes your knees to go weak. This stranger was powerful and beautiful, and that drew you to him. Even if he did scare you, and you weren’t sure exactly what he wanted, you were willing to give it up to him for some reason. You’d never been like this before; no one had ever caused you to feel like this. You nearly scoff; you can’t believe you’re acting like this. You sounded absolutely insane, thinking that this man who was trying to have sex with you was interesting and you wanted him, too, but it was true.

      You’re interrupted from your thoughts when you hear a sound next to you. When you turn, he’s there, grinning like the cat that caught the mouse. You yelp, beginning to run. You don’t make it far before he grabs you around the waist and lifts you up.

      “We had a deal,” he scolds, and you grab onto him. You hadn’t thought he would actually find you. He pins you against the tree you’d been hiding behind, shoving his knee between your legs and pushing against your core. He grabs your arms, looking deep in your eyes.

      “So pretty,” he says with his voice low, looking up and down your face. “Are you okay with this?” He asks, raising his eyebrows and you nod your head.

      “Yes,” you breathe. You let out a moan as he rubs his leg against your center, and you softly grind against it. “You want it, don’t you?” He asks, running his hands up and down your body. You can only moan when his hand travels between you two and rubs your clit through your skirt.

      “I like this,” he says, running his hand down your thigh and slipping it under the short cloth you’re wearing to lightly touch bare skin. “You look so sexy in this red skirt.” His hand travels farther up, and then he starts lightly dancing his fingertips over your panties. You slump back against the tree, spreading your legs further apart for him. He hums in approval, placing soft kisses along your collarbone and jaw. His other hand moves under your shirt, and he moans when he notices you’re not wearing a bra. He kneads your breast with his palm and you arch into his touch. The hand working under your skirt slips under your lacy underwear, his index finger slips past your folds, running up and down your middle. No one had ever made you feel this good and you let out a loud moan as his finger enters you. You grind against his hand, trying to cause friction from his palm on your clit.  

      “So wet,” he says between when he licks and nips at your lips. You can feel the orgasm rising, and your stomach clenches while your grab his shoulders for stability. He pulls away, smirking when you groan in frustration. He hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling them down to your knees. He steps back, lifting your skirt and looking down at your lower half. He growls, the sound causes your stomach to pool with heat and you know you’re wet for him. He kneels in front of you, his grin looking like that of a predator and you’re his prey. He places a hot kiss on your aching clit, and you gasp in surprise. No one had ever done that to you before, in fact, very little of what he was doing you’d done before. He was clearly familiar with the female body; he was very good with his hands.

      “I’m going to eat you up,” he says, and without warning he buries his face in your folds, sucking your clit and causing you to writhe. Your knees buckle, and he takes your legs and places them over his shoulders. Your back is pressed against the tree, your hips bucking into his face as he licks the length of your center over and over again. He looks up at you with his big green eyes, holding the intense connection for a second, and then shoves his tongue inside of you, fucking you with his mouth. You scream in pleasure, finding his hair with your fingers and shoving his face deeper. He growls, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

      His hands hold up your skirt as they grip your waist with unbearable force, and you soon find yourself trying to grind as hard as possible against his beautiful face. He holds still while you ride him, still sticking his tongue into your core. Your waist feels like it’s bruising he’s gripping you so hard, which it probably is. Pretty soon the feeling rises again, and you scream as he lets you come this time. A string of curses fall from your lips, and he keeps licking your center as you come down, his mouth working to make your high last longer than ever.

      “Oh God,” you breathe, unwrapping your fingers from his hair. That was the most intense thing you’d ever experienced, and you couldn’t believe it was with this belligerent, but gorgeous, stranger.

      “That was so fucking hot, babe,” he says, lightly rubbing your clit with his palm while tickling your lower stomach.

      “I shouldn’t be doing this,” you say, running a hand through your hair. He only chuckles, and the look on his face makes you even more wet if that’s possible. He unwraps your legs from his shoulders, setting your shaky legs down. He stands in front of you, pressing his hard member against your thigh.

      “I need you,” he breathes, and he’s about to take his pants off when you stop him. You run your hand down his front then rub him through his jeans. He slumps forward onto you, and you slide your hands in his shorts and wrap your fingers as much as you can around his dick. He’s huge, you can feel it, and it’s going to be hard for you to do this. You drop to your knees, pulling his pants down with you and leaving them at his ankles. He kicks them to the side, his dick erect in your hand. You look up at him and lick the tip, you’ve never acted like this with anyone else, and why you were comfortable with him was beyond you. You wrap your lips around his dick, and bob your head as far as you can without gagging. Your hand does the rest of the work for you, working up and down his shaft. He’s moaning above you, swaying slightly with pleasure.

      You can feel his orgasm rising, and he quickly pulls you away and moves the two of you to the ground. He hovers over you, pulling off your shirt and then unclasping your bra. He attacks your breast, kissing and licking your nipples. After he’s done with both of your breasts, he travels down your torso and places hot kisses along your middle. He pulls down your red skirt, leaving your tall white socks on.

 "So sexy, baby girl,“ he says, running his hands up and down your legs.

 "Please,” you beg, and he closes his eyes at your plea.

      “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you,” his deep voice rumbles, and he moves back up and places his elbows on either side of your head. You feel his member pressing at your entrance, and you open your legs for him to gain better access. He pushes into you, stretching you wide and the two of you moan in ecstasy.

     "So fuckin’ tight,“ he says, moving his hips to adjust. He begins moving faster, and your moans rise the faster his pace becomes. "All for me,” he says, possessing your mouth with his. His hips pound against yours, the slapping of skin the only sound around the two of you. You’d barely noticed but the sun had gone down, it was dark out here. The thought of your mother wondering where you are enters your mind for a split second, but it is quickly gone when you hear his deep, carnal growl above you. You hadn’t noticed but the full moon has risen.

       The man starts to pound into you with brutal force, causing stars to fly around your vision. His hands lightly wrap around your shoulders, and you barely pay attention to the pinch that draws blood from his sharpening nails. You’re being lifted higher, and one of his hands falls between your legs and rubs against your clit. The sounds coming out of you are rapid and needy, knowing that you were close to the edge.

      With a final thrust of his hips the two of you cum, yelling into the night air. His face lowers down to your throat, and he sucks on the soft skin, marking you. The two of you breath heavily, he’s slumped down on top of you, his dick still inside of you.

      “Woah,” is all you say, breathing in his woodsy, minty smell. You sense a shift in him, and he pulls back quickly, his eyes dangerous.

      He doesn’t say anything. Only stares as if he doesn’t recognize you. He jumps up, and you see his eyes flash bright gold. You look at his hands, horrified at what you see. Sharp nails had grown in, stained with blood. The red liquid sparkles in the moonlight, slow drops of it hitting the leaves. You look down at your shoulders; puncture wounds along your shoulders. He quickly turns, running away from you. You don’t say anything, only lie behind on the dirt, watching the strange man who’d transformed into something else before your eyes. You’re shocked beyond belief. What had just happened?

 The big bad wolf had eaten you up and stolen your heart.

The Key That Binds Us

Summary: Earth Land is dying. The Erlking are rising. At the height of the war, an unconscious and dying Natsu is unknowingly thrust into a celestial portal by his friends in a last-ditch effort to save him. It’ll take an old lighter and the remains of a rusted key to get him home, but with his travel cost him his memories. How does one get home when they don’t know they’re missing? Nalu

Prologue, Part I, Part II

Part I: The Beginning

The heat had always bothered him.

Natsu went up for a layup, already beginning to feel that he was sweating through his cutoff tee. His shoes were rubbing blisters where his socks were rubbing thin.

Ever since he could remember, he’d never been one to handle warmer temperatures.

He kept his weight light, shifting from one foot to the other to prevent the soles of his sneakers from melting to the blacktop as he caught the ball that slid smoothly through the torn net. Around him it was quiet; the school playground behind his house empty for the summer months. The air was dry with not a cloud in the sky to soften the sun’s rays.

Just one glance at the scar on his upper left arm and you would know that he and fire had never mixed.

Drops of sweat began to collect at the top of his brow and at the base of his neck, causing the hair there to stick to his skin as he raised off the ground to attempt a three. The ball bounced once, twice, three times on the pavement after knicking the rim.

His palms slapped his knees as he doubled over to catch his breath. From the corner of his eye he could see the ball roll until coming to a soft stop at the edge of grass that bordered the asphalt. Natsu took in a deep breath through his nose, held it, then let it out in a heavy, drawn out sigh.

The heat had always bothered him.

He straightened up and crossed the court to where he left his bag on the wooden bench beneath a large oak. Igneel had nagged him enough over the years to where he never forgot to bring a bottle of water with him, and as he rummaged for it, he felt his phone go off and illuminate the inside of his bag.

The text was from Gray: where the hell are you?

Natsu checked the time and cursed. He was going to make them late for work.

Sorry, he typed. At the court. Lost track of time. On way.

He threw the straps of his bag over one shoulder and sprinted toward the tree line that separated his house from the playground, scooping up the ball as he went.

Waiting for him in the driveway was Gray, his Jeep running. Natsu hurried into the house just long enough to grab his work boots and drop his bag on his bed before finding himself out the door again.

“We’re driving there with the windows down,” Gray said as Natsu’s seatbelt clicked into place. “You reek.”

“Can it and drive,” Natsu replied, flipping him a lazy bird, “or I’ll tell Igneel you decline his next batch.”

Gray mumbled a curse as he jerked them in a hard reverse out of the driveway. “Damn that man and his spicy jerky.”

Natsu wrinkled his nose as they flew down the road, the trees soon giving way to the interstate. He and Gray were working a summer job with a landscaping company that took them anywhere from down the street to several counties over. The current project had them working roughly an hour down the main highway where a quarry had once been, before the water was removed and the land graded over so that they could be contracted. Several years had passed in the time it took for everything to be approved, however, so some people had used the downtime as a place to throw their trash. It was a work in progress for sure, but the job paid well and the hours were decent. The only downside was the occasional long commute, in which he and Gray would carpool to save on gas.

“I don’t know how you guys can eat that stuff,” Natsu shuddered. “It’s like eating straight fire.”

Gray snorted. “Like you would know what that’s like.”

“Excuse me for not wanting my tongue to taste like charcoal.”

His friend had merely rolled his eyes and flipped on the blinker, coasting over into the fast lane to make up for lost time. The rest of the ride consisted of Natsu playing with the radio and Gray complaining about the stations he chose, and Natsu staring out the window to keep from getting carsick.

He stuck his arm out to feel the air at one point when traffic landed them in a near standstill. Clouds had gathered and Natsu wondered if he was only imagining the static charge in the air while Gray cursed their bad luck.

A storm was coming.

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A Little Lesson in Pretty Presents

Authors’ Note: Happy Sunday and Happy Father’s Day, fabulous readers!!! We couldn’t let the day pass without paying a visit to our favorite Papi and his  muñequita. Take a little trip with us time before the twins were born. See Violetta wanting to do something nice for her father… and Rafael’s reaction. Special shout out to @yourtropegirl, Violetta’s number one fan!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I hope that you all enjoy!!!

          “Well this is a surprise!”

           Leaving his desk and dropping his yellow legal pad, Rafael rushed to the doorway to greet his girls. Natalia glowed, her baby bump just visible under the flowing lavender top, her cheeks still kissed by their time in the Hamptons. Savoring her taste for a few seconds, her lips mingling with his, he soon turned his attention to Violetta.

           And right away he noticed her pout.

           “Muñequita?” he asked. “Why do you have such a sad face?”

           His daughter stayed silent as he slipped to his knees and took her into his arms. Violetta returned his hug, but her weak embrace did absolutely nothing to put his mind at ease.

           “What’s going on?” he asked, looking up at Natalia.

           “Your daughter and I were shopping,” she said.

           “My daughter?” he asked. “Should that make me nervous?”


           When she failed to finish the thought, he saw a small plastic bag poking out of Natalia’s purse and turned his glance back to Violetta.

           “Is that something for me?” he asked with a smirk.

           “Sweet pea?” Natalia started. “You said that Papi needed to know.”

           Worriedly, his eyes flickered between them. What did he need to be aware of? Was there a repeat of the Christmas incident when Violetta went wandering in search of her hippo? He made a mental note that if that was the case, he would keep calm this time around and not send her into tears with ill-chosen words. Waiting, wondering what else it might be, Violetta finally sucked in a deep breath and rolled her eyes before extending one small hand towards her mother.

           “Okay, Mami,” Violetta said. “I show him.”

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Ex Lover

You kept the secret of your abusive Ex lover a secret from him. Not because you didn’t trust him with that vulnerable part of yourself. But because you wanted to move past and forget.
But recently threatening notes appeared what it seemed to be everywhere.
In your locker, in your books, lunch, backpack and even jacket pocket. As it started to get worse and you saw a glimpses of him here and there. And you knew as it said in the notes that this time your Ex was here to kill you for what they saw as committing the crime of leaving them.
They didn’t know though, of the species of your current lover, or if the possessiveness of them either. As he caught wind of the notes, of your Ex’s scent and of your fear. Which they decided to put an end to.
Confronting you they had you spill the history between your Ex lover and yourself. As you described everything in detail as tears rolled down your cheeks. And he held you close and comforted you with sweet nothings until you feel asleep. And the hunt began.


Standing at on the edge of the building. Kanato held the gargoyle in his hands, with ease, as he watched your vile Ex cross the street. And as he studied them with deep disgust.
How could you have been with such a person? He felt as soon as he got home he needed to fully bath you in his scent and drive away all things that had to do with them.
Starting with taking them off the face of the earth.
Kanato gave a grin as he threw the gargoyle, causing it to fall on their head crushing it.
Laughing as their body crumbled to the ground, their head splattered on the sidewalk as people screamed. Then Kanato took his leave as he teleported back into his bedroom where you were curled up under his blanket.
Climbing into bed, Kanato was still grinning when he wrapped his arms around you.
He wouldn’t be able to sleep, but Kanato could watch you sleep while knowing that vermin was being scrapped off the sidewalk.
You belonged to him and him alone. So they deserve this punishment for having the nerve to try and claim you. When you belonged to Kanato.


Holding them by their shirt collar off the edge of the balcony. Laito smiled at him, but his green eyes were filled with malice. As he let them in on a little fact about himself,
“This is the very balcony that I pushed my own Mother off of.”
Their eyes widen,
“Oh yes I also remember you calling me a weak pretty boy yes? In on if your little love notes you left my little bitch. Such bad judge in character. I’ve killed more people than you can ever hope to kill in your lifetime. So many girls I’ve showed my love too. Though I can assure you there is no love with your death.” Laito chuckled softly,
“You looked confused, fufu~, you see I’m an immortal, a vampire and to take your partners life is the greatest love you can give. They become you’re forever, and your tried to steal my little bitch away from me? Fufu~ unfortunately for you in rather possessive and fond of this little bitch of mine. Or otherwise I wouldn’t mind sharing but as it is…” Laito smirked as he dropped them, “that isn’t the case this time.”


He didn’t think all he saw was red, all this pent up energy, he couldn’t plan anything. All he could do was kill.
He was being reckless as he ran into them in the park late at night. He knew anyone could see him but he didn’t care. All that mattered was ending the life of your Ex.
He felt so selfish, that someone as filthy as himself didn’t deserve you. But he couldn’t bare to let you go. He wanted you, all of you, and he couldn’t do that if your Ex was still around.
So Subaru had then straddled as he punched in their skull and blood stained Subaru’s knuckles.
He kept going, throwing punch after punch, as their heart slowed to a stop and their body grew limp. It wasn’t till he had destroyed the brain from which their vile thoughts of having you was nothing but pink and red goo on the grass.
Standing up, he heard no screams. No sirens and saw only one camera that wasn’t even pointed his way. As Subaru took his leave and teleported into the manor.
Going into the bathroom he wanted a shower to wash their filth off of himself before he came to lay down with you.


He had then tied up like livestock in a bare room deep within the house. Where the walls were cement and the floor was too. As he took an iron rod and marked them over and over.
Relishing in their screams of agony as he finally decided to end it.
He had been down here for hours with your Ex, making a mark in their flesh for every tear you cried because of them.
Ruki didn’t know why he went to such extreme lengths to punish them. Or why he was so infuriated by the simple thought of their existence. But now he didn’t care, later he could ponder why he acted so emotional when it came to you.
Grabbing the rope he had saved for the end as he wrapped it around their throat, strangling them to death.


He wanted then to suffer first, as he hit social media, posting all the notes, pictures of you crying.
Kou built up an army of haters till he finally posted their picture online. And various videos began popping up of people shouting on them. As their social media was attacked from people all over the world.
This took time, days, as people were offering their comfort, gifts even. And you were never left alone as you always had a group of people protecting you.
Till finally Kou had you press charges and they were arrested. And with all the overwhelming proof stacked against them they didn’t stand a chance as they were sent to prison. It was a few days after their imprisonment that you heard they had died violently and they didn’t know who the culprit was. But you had a sneaking suspicion when Kou got that grin on his face. You knew that he did it for you.
“Pure bloods have it all wrong, it isn’t killing a person that’s the greatest act of love but killing for them.” He whispered that night as he pulled you close.


Heavily tied up, Yuma smirked as they finally woke up and struggled against the rope.
“When I was in a gang I learned from listening and watching. And heard that some gangs got information from people by buryin’ them alive. Or at least starting, if they talked they would dragging then out. If not they would let them suffocate in the earth.” Yuma chuckled,
“Also I heard that ya human break down, maybe ya can help feed my garden.” Yuma chuckled darkly, before he growled, “Its the only use scum like ya self have in this world.”
With a swift kick they rolled into the hole landing in their stomach.
“Oi I want to see the look in ya eyes as I bury you.” Yuma dropped the shovel as he got down in the hole and flipped them over, then climbed out, and dusted the dirt off. As he picked his shovel up and slowly started to drop dirt on them.
Going from their feet up and leaving their head for last. Yuma grinned like a mad man as they screamed.
“Ya shouldn’t have messed with my sow.”


“I don’t know…what to do…with you. I could….cut you…but that feels…good…and you don’t….deserve that pleasure.” Azusa said to your Ex which he had tied up in the living room due to the help of his brothers.
“I could snap their neck!” Yuma growled, even he was effected, they all were. Because with you sad came the sorrow of Azusa something none of them couldn’t bare to see.
“I think….I should…but how? I want too….for Eve….they caused Eve so much…sadness. All I want to…do is see…Eve happy again.”
“Just grab onto their head and twist.” Yuma told as Azusa did just that. His frown turning into a soft smile at the sound of the crack.
“I’m going….to sleep…with Eve now.”
“Of course go see your livestock we can handle the body.” Ruki waved his younger brother off as Kou grinned
“Have fun!”