look at him snarling in his ear

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Liam Dunbar x Reader x Theo Raeken


Warnings: Mature content, slight sexual content.

A/N: Anon wanted a threesome, but I suck at writing those, so I re-wrote the idea and made it into something that I felt comfortable writing about. heh.

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It’s been a rough week for Theo and Liam, it wasn’t often two betas would get into their heat at the same time. Scott and Stiles had been forced to keep them both away from you and the other girls of the pack on daily basis

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Supernatural Preference #2 | PDA

PDA


Dean:

Dean was never large on PDA, that is, if he wasn’t jealous or intimidated. He didn’t want anyone looking at you and would make that very evident. If he saw a man flashing you looks at the bar he’d pull you off your bar stool and place you in his lap. If a woman was being a little too flirtatious and started brushing your shoulders with her fingertips, he’d come up from behind you and curl his arms around you protectively, looking the woman in the eyes as he places light kisses on your cheek and the top of your head.

Sam:

With Sam, it never mattered where you were, if he wanted to touch you, he damn well would. It could be small things, a hand on your thigh under the table or an arm around you in the Impala. But it could also be big things, he would pull you onto his lap or just brush the hair out of your way to get his mouth on your neck. He’d whisper dirty things in your ear to get the two of you out of situations you didn’t want to be in. And that’s all when he isn’t jealous. When he gets jealous he’s always got to have his hands on you. If anyone, ANYONE, so much as checked you out when you weren’t looking he would grab your hips and press your body flush against his own. He’d kiss you and let a small snarl leave his lips as he shot daggers at the poor victim that set him off.

Cas:

Cas didn’t understand PDA at first. He didn’t understand that touching wasn’t strictly something he had to wait until he got home to do. After he realized that he was allowed to touch you in public, he always did. He’d slip his fingers between yours and look off, trying to be sly about it. Or he’d peck your lips or face quickly and pull away, a blush still painting his cheeks after all these years together.

Crowley:

While Crowley loved to show you off, he wasn’t an extremely touchy man, sure he always had to have his hands on you somewhere. Whether it be pressed on the small of your back as he led you through crowds at extravagant parties, or an arm curled around your waist firmly when he introduced you to his friends, your favorite has to be when he placed his warm, rough hand on you upper thigh firmly under tables. It never failed to make you blush and feel desirable and Crowley knew it. He rarely kissed you in public as he didn’t want to “Give anyone an image of you they could use to pleasure themselves later.” The only real time PDA is allowed by Crowley is in his throne room, where he insists you sit on his lap. On many accounts you would sit and trail your lips along Crowley’s neck and cheeks as he spoke to his servants.

Gabriel:

Gabriel honestly couldn’t care less where you were, if he wanted to touch you he was going to. He already spoke freely to you as if no one else was there right in front of the boys. You didn’t mind when it was the sassy sweet talk or the passionate kisses when one of you saves the other during a hunt, but then he’d do things like slide his hand up and down your thighs if he saw another person eyeing you, or he’d whisper dirty things in your ear and start sucking the skin behind your ear. Of course, he’d always stop if you asked but he never seemed to like leaving you alone or not touching you in some shape or form.

anonymous asked:

Please write a short fic about tony catching peter drinking i would die omg

“Hey, Peter,” 


He froze, eyes widening as he heard the all-too-familiar sound of expensive leather brogues scuffing along the floor a few meters from him, and he turned quickly, brow furrowed into a deep V as he watched Tony wander up to him, all smiles and casual posture, hands buried in the pockets of his grease-stained jeans. He looked like he’d come straight from the workshop, stopping only to throw on a leather jacket along the way.

Why he was here at all, however, made no sense at all.

“T- Mr Stark,” Peter said, trying to communicate with him through eyebrow movements alone. If it turned out that he had to suit up and help out somewhere, he was pretty fucked, considering the fact he’d had a bit to drink at the party he’d been invited to.

Well. He said ‘a bit’. It was possibly more accurate to say ‘a fucking shit-ton’, but whatever.

Tony looked at him blankly, before shooting another smile toward the circle of people who were stood around Peter and staring quite blatantly at the both of them. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid I have to take Mr Parker away. He’s an intern at Stark Industries, you know how it is. Lots of work, yadda yadda, okay bye,”

And before Peter could even open his mouth, Tony had grabbed him by the arm and snatched the solo cup out of his hand almost angrily, pulling him away from the group of people and through the crowds of rowdy teenagers that littered the huge house.

“Uh, Mr Stark, wha’dd’ya want me for, exactly?” Peter asked, speaking loudly above the blaring music and wincing at how slurred his voice came out.

It had been a weird month, okay. He was just trying it out. 

Tony paused, and Peter saw him purse his lips even tighter before beginning to walk again, guiding Peter through the crowds and holding him tight as he stumbled a little.

“Hey, Parker, leaving so soon?” Flash called out from somewhere to his left, and Peter stopped turning to face him as the other boy wandered toward them. “We haven’t even begun yet, Jesus, are you a pussy or what-”

“Kid,” and suddenly Tony had let go, spinning around and walking up to Flash, who seemed to suddenly recognise who exactly Tony was, because his eyes went hilariously wide and he stumbled backward a few steps. Peter snorted involuntarily, and he saw Tony turn briefly, before shaking his head and looking back to Flash, “it seems like you’re having an absolute ball here, but I’m gonna say something and I’m only going to say it once.”

Tony looked down at Flash, eyes harsh as he drew a little closer. “Leave. Peter. Out of it. Do you understand? He is not here for you to manipulate, not here for you to bully into trying out crazy shit for your amusement-”

“Tony, what the fuck,” Peter blurted, frowning and stepping forward, more than a little put out. He’d only just managed to get accepted by Flash and all the other popular kids, and Tony was just going in, ruining it all, “you’re not my dad- don’t tell me or my friends what I can and can’t do.”

Tony turned, eyebrows raised. “Friends?” He snorted, shaking his head and walking over to Peter once more, taking him by the arm. “You haven’t called in with Aunt May for two days now,” he hissed into Peter’s ear, “she’s worried sick. You are coming with me, right now.”

“No ‘m not,” Peter pushed his hand off, looking over at Tony in anger. “You are fucking….embarrassing me…. in fron’ of my friends-”

“They are not your friends!” Tony snarled, pulling his arm again, “your friends are all currently at home, worrying their asses off because this is not like you, Peter, and they didn’t know what to fucking do, so they ended up calling me. Now you will fucking follow me out of this goddamn place right now, or I am hauling you out.”

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Break a Little - Part Two

Summary: You work with Dean to try and find Sam, but there is something off about Dean

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Characters: Alpha!Reader, Beta!Sam, ??!Dean

Pairings: Alpha!Reader x ??!Dean

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)

A/N: This is my first A/B/O series and I would love any feedback. I took some creative leeway on some of this. A special thanks to @district-12-erudite , @ikeneasul11 and @sai-kida134 for beta-ing this for me and giving me great feedback. Also thank you @sofreddie for being so amazingly supportive

Dean doesn’t move.

“Are you gonna let me in?” You sigh.

He still doesn’t budge.

“Listen, I’m not thrilled about this either. Your little brother never exactly mentioned you were an alpha too. But I’m here to help, so let me the fuck in or tell me to get lost.” You growl, aware that people might be staring out their windows by now with how long you’ve been standing there.

Confusion crosses his face for a second and then he clears his throat, “Alright, come in.”

He moves to the side, looking left and right before shutting the door and locking it. You take in the room, the newspaper clippings pinned to the wall and red yarn connecting them to places on the map. It doesn’t take you very long. “You were hunting some vamps.”

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Centuries in the Making: Part 1

AN: *Loud squeaking noise” This is my first attempt at an Original reader insert, and quite possibly the start of another soulmark universe. Cause, I never do anything half way. Still I’m pretty excited, and happy that this is my first attempt at branching out. Please enjoy, and don’t forget to let me know what you think! 

This is a soulmark AU, so be prepared. This is taking place at the middle of season 2, with a slightly delayed timeline. 



   “You know, eight months ago I would have freaked at coming home and finding two shelves in my refrigerator filled with blood.”

Rebekah grinned at you, “Yes, well, you’ve come a long way. I’m very proud.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the woman, before pulling out a bottle of water and closing the door. “Where’s Hope?”

“Fast asleep like the angel she is.”

This time you can’t resist the urge, you roll your eyes, “Says the woman who refuses to deal with the crying fits.”

You watch her pout, “I’m a vampire. Sensitive hearing and all that. Plus you’re very good with her.”

You stare her down, “You’re spoiled.”

She shrugs, “Guilty as charged.” You say nothing else, choosing to return to your room instead. You have lesson plans to complete, and little time for games. Especially supernatural games. Unfortunately, the supernatural seemed out to get you.

Eight months ago you had been oblivious to the secret world around you. You’d been able to move through the streets without looking for signs of vampires or witches. In fact, the only thing you had been looking for was a roommate. Enter Rebekah Mikaelson.

She had strolled up to your door like she already owned the place, a small infant in her arms. You had gone through the motions of showing her around the apartment, and were ready to show her out after the fourth snarky comment, when she had looked you in the eyes and simply said, I’m staying. That had been the first time you’d been compelled.

The second time came seconds later when she told you to offer your neck, and stay quiet. The fangs had hurt, enough that you had wanted to cry out, but you had found yourself unable to say anything. Her story had come out over the next several weeks. Original vampires. Witches. Evil parents. New Orleans. It had been a lot to absorb. You’d simply been grateful that she hadn’t sunk her teeth into you again.

Still, more often than not you found Rebekah to be more of a pain than a villain. She was lonely and unsure of herself. Conscious of the eyes on her. She reminded you of a middle schooler in that way. Still trying to find out who she was. If there was one thing she was certain of, it was her love for that baby.

The child rarely left her sight, and the only true times you dealt with the crying fits were when she was off feeding, or the supply in the fridge was running low. Other than that you had little interaction with Hope. And you were okay with that.

You spend two more hours completing lesson plans before deciding to call it a night. You retreat to the shower, moving quietly past Rebekah and Hope’s room, before stripping. The water is scalding hot, something you prefer in cooler months. You take your time enjoying the spray before ending the bliss.

You towel dry your hair, and like always, that catches your eye. It’s elegant. Refined. A type of handwriting you don’t see anymore. I’ve waited centuries to hear those words. You tug the towel up so that you can’t see it anymore. There were too many questions there. Too much unknown, and you had more than enough of that at the moment.

You don’t bother with the hair dryer. Instead, you pull on a hoodie and your favorite pajama pants. That’s when you hear it. Glass breaking, things being knocked over, people yelling.

You stumble into the living room to find Rebekah dripping in blood, bodies on the surrounding floor. The veins around her eyes are dark, and second later she’s in front of you. You watch her pupils expand, and the familiar weight of compulsion settles around you, “Take Hope and drive to New Orleans. Stop for nothing. You are to go to a restaurant called Russeus. Ask for Cami. Tell her I sent you.”

As her orders settle on you, more men come through the window. With a growl, she turns to face them, and you run to the baby. She’s awake. Quiet, but awake. You cradle her to you gently, before grabbing the diaper bag and making your way to the car. You run down three flights of stairs before making it to the car.

You strap the baby into her car seat, climb into the driver’s seat and turn the key. The engine comes to life, and you pull out of the garage moments later. It’s an eight hour drive, and by the time you enter New Orleans, you feel as though you’re dying.

By the time you park, you’re painfully aware that you’re dressed only in pajama pants and a sweatshirt. You’re simply grateful you’d had time to slip on a pair of flats before leaving the apartment. The walk to Rousseau’s is short and filled with people. The streets are packed, and the lights are lit, and one glance at Hope shows that that baby is mesmerized by it all.

The restaurant is filled with the smells of cajun food, and makes the fact that you haven’t eaten in nine hours more apparent. You settle the baby carrier onto the bar, and wait to be noticed. The bartender smiles at you, and then peers to look at the baby. Her name tag catches your eyes, and a wave of relief settles over you. Your voice is a bit hesitant, as you ask, “Are you Cami?”

The woman’s smile is easy, “That’s me, how can I help you?”

You take a shaky breath, “My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, Rebekah Mikaelson sent me. She said you could contact the necessary people to help Hope.”

Her eyes go wide, “You know Rebekah?”

“Roommate of eight months. You?”

“Her brother’s psychiatrist.”

You just feel tired, “A vamp with a shrink… that’s…”

She nods, “Trust me, I know. Compulsion?”

You nod, and she scowls before throwing a rag on the bar. “Wait here.” You watch her disappear into the back before re-appearing. She motions towards the door with her head and you follow her. You stick close as she weaves through the people on the streets.

When she goes through a large gate, you follow. She stops in the middle before yelling, “Klaus get out here, right now.”

It’s similar to a magic trick, the way he appears. Or maybe a predator looking for a snack. He stares at you with interest, and you hug the baby carrier closer. His eyes immediately go to it. The snarl of rage comes a moment later, and then you find yourself flying. You hit the far wall, and pain explodes over your body. “Klaus don’t.”

You look up to see him standing over you, the baby carrier safely in Cami’s arms. You whimper when he picks you up using your neck. His hand tightens, and your ears start to ring. From the corner of your eye you see Cami say something. Then, suddenly, his hand is gone, and you suck in as much air as possible.

You collapse against the floor, the palms of your hand scraping against the tile. You look at the newcomer. He’s dressed in a three piece suit that has to cost more than your car. You watch as he studies you for a moment, before crouching down to eye level.

“And why, dear brother have you stopped me from killing this intruder?” You glare at your attacker, before drawing whatever strength you have left, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here..”

You watch as they both stiffen, and the more brutish one takes a step forward, “What did she just say?” You don’t say anything, and he takes a step forward, and you shrink back. “What did you just say?”

You stutter the words out, “Rebekah sent me. She gave me Hope, and told me to come here.”  

A second later, you feel a finger brush against your cheek, as the man crouching in front of you brushes hair away from your face. His voice is a whisper, as he says “I’ve waited centuries to hear those words.”

Keith’s Galra DNA

So this is a long one, but I think it’s important.

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

I was sitting in a science class, thinking about Voltron, as you do. And a theory came up and hit me out of nowhere.

Now, I’m no biology major. But we’re talking about a show with giant space robot lions forming to make a giant space robot man piloted by an escaped prisoner with a magic/tech arm and four teenagers. I don’t think scientific accuracy is our main concern.

We know Keith is part Galra. We just don’t know how much. A lot of people are going for the 75/25 split in favor of human, because of how he looks. This is called phenotype - how our genes are expressed outwardly. But phenotype is determined by dominant and recessive genes. The genotype is what the DNA is actually made of.

With that in mind, you can have a 50/50 split in favor of Galra, with human being all dominant. With all the aliens out there that are even vaguely human-looking (with face structure, body structure, etc), it seems like human-like traits seem to be dominant in this universe’s genome. And we see Keith having human traits in the dominant form - dark hair, dark eyes. So we can think that most, if not all of Keith’s Galra DNA is in the recessive form in the genotype. It’s there, we just don’t see it. It could even be a 75/25 split in favor of Galra instead of human, but all be hidden. This is why some children look so much like one parent and almost nothing like the other.

So now that we’ve got the science out of the way, let’s talk about the Blade of Marmora episode and get some theories going.

Imagine Keith’s blade triggering the Galra DNA in his system, pulling it from genotype to phenotype. All the Galra traits were there, but they were all in the recessive form. The magic purple flash changed them all from recessive to dominant. That’s not exactly how our DNA works, but we also have this quintessence stuff that turned him a bit purple? We’re talking about alien biology, cut me some slack.

But this switch wouldn’t happen instantly (like we all wanted and made edits of). It would take time for the biology to catch up.

And that’s the transformation we wanted.

Imagine Keith getting super hungry, his body craving the nutrients to grow ears, claws, a new set of teeth, maybe a tail. With all the hand-to-hand combat he does, he must burn a lot of calories already. He goes to each meal eating three bowls of food goo, begging Hunk to make something with a lot of calcium because he’s so hungry. But once his body has stored up enough, the hunger disappears. He starts to feel nauseated. Who knows what a Galra diet entails, but it’s certainly not food goo.

Imagine him waking up to find that his body is itching from starting to sprout a fine layer of purple hair. He tries to shave it off his face, but it grows back by the end of the day (I mean, come on, they have to have razors on the castleship. There’s no way all of them stay so cleanly shaven, even if you go to the extreme and only count Shiro and Coran growing facial hair).

As his ear biology shifts, his hearing goes out of commission for a while. He tries to read lips, and it works pretty well, but you can’t read lips over an intercom through the Lions. The same thing happens with his eyes. The corners of them start to turn yellow, and his vision blurs as his actual eye is changing.

His jaw would start to ache like getting wisdom teeth, except for his entire mouth, until one day while he’s brushing them in the morning, they start to fall out. Depending on how different Galra bone structure is, he could even be incapacitated for a few days. We never see what a Galra foot looks like, or if their skull structure is different for the ears. He might even grow to a more Galra height, making him even more hungry.

I imagine that he would stay vaguely human-like. He wouldn’t change into an Ulaz-looking Galra, but a much more human-looking Galra. Short for a Galra, tall for a human, and much more human facial features. He’d keep his iconic mullet (even it turned just a tad bit more purple), his gloves would accentuate the aesthetic of claws, he’d even be able to master the very annoyed Galra snarl with the sharp teeth poking out. He would still look like Keith.

To end on a happy note, imagine the entire Voltron team being there for him during this transformation. Hunk would make him the most nutrient-packed meals he can manage, making sure to blend them up into a smoothie so his teeth don’t hurt. Pidge would dive into the science behind it, and even though Keith doesn’t fully understand, it’s somewhat comforting to know that someone does. Lance would absolutely be the personal cheerleader, always talking about how cool it is to have a Galra on their team and all the advantages it brings. Shiro would not only be the King of Moral Support but also help with the physical aspects. He’d train with Keith every day to help him adjust to the new Galra body. Coran would spout the history of Galra before Zarkon started taking over the universe, telling him about their culture and all the good things about them. And after a long period of giving him the cold shoulder, Allura would finally apologize. She’d take great strides to mend the relationship, even going so far as to do research into where his mother may have gone because she knows what it’s like to lose parents. And while that’s not directly helping him with the physical pain, it’s giving him very good peace of mind.

TL;DR: If Keith is going to have a more Galra form, it would be a much more gradual and painful change than just *poof* Galra. And everyone, even Allura, would be happy to help him with it.

Stress Relief

Brett x Reader

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut , slight choking like not really but sort off


“Hey Brett.” One his team mates called to the wolf who followed the direction they were pointing in and spotted you arguing with a boy you’d hooked up with at a party a few nights before.

“Yeah, what?” He asked the team mate who frowned.

“Aren’t you two together.” The question had Brett rolling his eyes. He couldn’t exactly explain that you were both werewolves and used sex as a way to get through each other’s heat or to help each other to get back under control.

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A Lone Wolf

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Requested: Anonymous said:  Omg werewolf jungkook au pls

Summary: Jungkook finds a lone wolf and takes her into the pack house, but as he sees you suppress your wolf, he just wants to help you.

Genre: angst, wolf au

Length: 1.5k

A/N: the ask that started all of my woes  ( i joke i actually loved it )

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo


The woods were tinged orange, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon. This was his favourite time to be out, to feel the wind in his pelt as he let his wolf completely take over as the wind rushed past his ears and through his fur.

He had felt the presence of something different, something new and his heart raced in excitement at the idea of discovering what had sent his pack into disarray. Jeongguk slowed to shake out the tingles that still ran down his back after his abrupt shift on a night with no moon.

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She’s A Show-Off {Jeon Jungkook} ~Ceasefire~

Prompt: Rough Jungkook sex pls

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Spanking, name calling, Dom!Jungkook

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A Dixon’s Mate

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Y/N is attracted to a certain blue eyed Alpha, but she thinks he doesn’t like her because of how much he avoids her. What she doesn’t know is that Daryl lives to protect that Omega. One night when Daryl doesn’t join everyone for a special dinner in the cellblock, she takes some dinner to share at his watch post, but what she finds will change everything between them.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (be safe when you get naughty), A/B/O Dynamics, knotting sex, a little fluff at the end, wee instance of Daddy kink, etc.

A/N: This took longer than expected for many reasons, but I’ll just leave it at that for now. This isn’t my best work, but I’ve been told it’s good for how rusty I am getting back behind the keyboard after a while. The style of this story is written in @kittenofdoomage‘s A/B/O universe. If you’d like to know more she has a link to the list of rules on her page. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10816410

Word Count: 2,356

Originally posted by findmeacurebae

The sun was already high above the prison when Y/N stepped out to the yard, loving the Georgia heat despite the humidity. It had been freezing inside the cell block with three straight days of rain, so the warmth of the sun’s rays soaking into her skin was a welcome change. A smile tugged at her lips as she watched the kids run out through the muddy grass, Rick and Hershel checking the crops, while Maggie and Glenn walked hand in hand to the fence to kill off some walkers. She was always so happy to see the sweet beta couple together, feeling the love they have for one another radiating from them every time they even look at each other. Poor Rick always smiled at the sight of them too, wishing he could go back to the days before he lost his omega, Lori. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he had to kill his best friend, Shane, another pig headed alpha pining over his omega. But he had Carl and sweet little Judith to keep him going. He also had his duty as leader of the group to make his days busy, caring for the people taken in after the fall of Woodbury and the Governor slaughtering some of his own people.

An all too familiar feeling pulled Y/N from her thoughts and made shivers run down her spine. Her teeth quickly sunk into her bottom lip to hold back a soft whimper that threatened to escape, loving the heat that spread through her body under the blue eyed gaze of the alpha staring at her from the nearest watch tower. Daryl watched her every chance he got, secretly admiring everything about her. He had been completely entranced with her since the group first found her outside Atlanta. He liked to believe that she had no idea, looking away to avoid meeting her eyes any time she’d look at him.

To Y/N’s dismay, he always kept his distance from her. Whenever she caught him looking, she wondered how it would feel to be close to him or how he would smell. She’d been told that alphas smell wonderful to omegas like her, but she’d never been around an unmated one before, aside from Shane but he acted like Lori was his, even when Rick came back. “Maybe he thinks I’m gross.” She mumbled and kicked a rock from under her foot before walking down the gentle slope to feed the pigs the group had raised.

Daryl kept his gaze locked on her every move, groaning at the sight of her hips swaying with each step. He wanted nothing more than to pull her against his chest and scent her properly, make her his mate. He always made sure she was safe when they were on the road, keeping his distance and watching from afar. It was dangerous enough for her to be an unmated omega in a world of zombies that half rely on the scent of living things to find their next meal, but it was worse when her scent intensified during her heat each month. Securing the prison had been like a God send to protect her. He’d stop outside her cell at night when everyone was a sleep just to check, inhaling deeply to take in her intoxicating scent while he peeked in on her sleeping form. He thought he’d heard her whimper his name in her sleep a few times, but it was too quiet to tell for sure. As much as he wanted to be hers, he never got too close. Daryl thought he wasn’t good enough for her. He thought she deserved better, but couldn’t stand the thought of anyone but him touching Y/N. He shook his head and turned his attention back out to the woods and fields surrounding the perimeter of the prison, fully prepared to stay there long into the night with his thoughts.


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The Arrangement (Part 14)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Summary: Dean tries to cope with your breakup, and then gets a surprise visit from Crowley. Your friends take you out to try and cheer you up, but eventually you head home alone, only to find someone waiting for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption (like a lot) (this is not how to cope with feelings, friends), heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, desperation, suspense, cliff-hanger

A/N: Reminder… I love you guys a lot. Like so much. Don’t hate me, it’ll be okay!

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Krasivaya-Chapter 7

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Powers: Think Jean from X-Men with Immortality and Logan’s healing powers

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Translations

Zabud’ ob etom- Leave it alone

mne malo- I am not enough

Kak eto ispravit-How do i fix it?

song:Evanescence-My immortal

A/N:Hello loves, I want to apologize for the tags being dooshes, hopefully it’s sorted out now, but thank you all for being so patient with me. and as always thank you to @tilltheendwilliwrite for being an amazing beta, and helping when the writers block sets in. xox

Stepping out of your room, armored thickly against the people you love, you stride into the kitchen. The entire team is assembled, fighting over breakfast as usual. You ignore it, wanting to get down to the gym as fast as possible, but not wanting a lecture on nutrition from Steve you whip up a makeshift breakfast.

“Mornin, baby girl,” Steve greets, making a grab at you.

You avoid his grasp.

He recoils as if stung. “(Y/N)?” he questions, eyes wide and searching.

You ignore the look of hurt on his face as you try and squeeze between Sam and Tony. “Move up please, T,” you murmur.

He shuffles over quickly as Melissa snickers and comments, “Can’t even get her fat ass into a chair.”

The entire room falls silent as all eyes snap to her. There’s a ringing in your ears, Mortification and anger simmering underneath the surface.

“Rein in your bitch, Barnes, before I do it for you!” Nat snaps at him. She whirls on Melissa. “I will rip you to pieces if you speak to her again, even look at her again!” she snarls, eyes burning with rage.

You always seem to ruin the simplest of things. Not even breakfast was safe from the ugliness you brought with you. “Sestra,” you whisper, “Zabud’ ob etom.”

She turns to face you, disbelief written plainly on her face. “Why do you do that? Why do you brush off every insult they seem to throw at you?” she all but screams, rising to slam her hands down on the table, leaning over it, as close to you as she can get without climbing over it..

Rising from your chair, breakfast forgotten in the wake of your rapidly plummeting stomach, you shrug. “Mne malo,” you state firmly, completely missing the heartbreak on Bucky’s face.

Head down, avoiding all eye contact, you escape to the gym. Maybe beating the hell out of something for the next few hours would fill the void which just kept growing in your soul.

Bucky’s POV

He’s dumbfounded. Floundering.

“What did she say?” Steve asks nervously, his eyes boring into Bucky’s.

“She said she’s not enough,” he answers simply, staring into his plate. He knew he’d hurt you. He knew distancing himself from you so he didn’t have to see you with Steve was a stupid move. He regretted it. It had guilt gnawing at him.

Melissa snorts a laugh beside him, not even trying to hide it.

He explodes into action, jerking to his feet so fast, his chair goes over backwards with a crash. “Get the fuck out!”

“Baby?” she squeaks, paling at the sudden anger directed towards her

“Get. The. Fuck. Out! You aren’t welcome here anymore. What the fuck is wrong with you talkin’ to other people like that?” grinding his teeth together “This is done. We’re over”

Nat is beside him in an instant. “You heard him. Get out before I make you. Or better yet, stay. I’d really like to make you leave.” She smiles her widow smile, the one which has the others flinching.

Melissa rises to her full height, her eyes darting between himself and Nat, before they settle on him. “You’re gonna regret this, James.”

He snorts in derision. “I don think so, lady. Leave.”

She glares at everyone before stalking out, slamming every door she can gets her hands on as she goes.

He groans out loud. Fuck he’s a mess. What the hell was he playing at? Jesus, Barnes, he thinks. Guess you could take the words out of his head, but the monster still remained.

“You have to fix this, Bucky,” Natalia says as she quirks a brow. “You’re paired with (Y/N) on a two week mission. Neither of you can afford to be distracted.”

Rubbing his flesh hand across his eyes he murmurs, “Kak eto ispravit’?”

Natasha smirks and shrugs. “You’re a big boy, Barnes. Figure it out.”

He turns to face the rest of the team, ashamed of his behaviour, of the woman he’d allowed into his life, the woman who’d helped drive this wedge between himself and everyone else. He doesn’t even know where to start in his apology, but he knows who he needs to speak to first.

Wanda pipes up quietly, “She’s in the gym.”

He nods once, determined to make you understand what a colossal ass hat he was.

Your POV

You were working yourself hard, sweat pouring down your back, and hairline. You had a mission. You had people to protect. An evil mad scientist to destroy. You needed to get your shit together. It was an undercover op for which you had yet to find out whom your partner would be. Hopefully Steve.

It would be a desperately needed respite from the tension in the compound. You needed the time to clear your head. To build up your defenses against him. To mourn the loss of friendship and love without having his new relationship shoved in your face every time you entered a room.

You hear the footsteps. You know that gait, have scrutinized it for years. Sighing you begin unwrapping your hands. “What do you want, Barnes?” You swear you can hear him swallow.

“I came to apologize. I was such a dick… I don know how to explain it, doll.”

You freeze, the hope flaring in your chest unwelcome.

“I’m your mission partner, doll, and we need ta clear the air.”

You fight the urge to scoff. Of course he wouldn’t want to apologize because he wanted to be a friend or a lover, he just didn’t want to compromise the mission. Was this some sort of sick joke? You were going to murder Maria.

Taking a calming breath, you nod once. “Apology accepted. It won’t affect the mission.” Trying to sound businesslike, when all you really want to do is crawl into a ball or into him, is harder than you thought it would be.

His brow furrows in confusion, an expression that had always been way too adorable for his own good. “Wha? No.. I meant..”

Forcing a smile to your face, you address him before he can speak “Truly, James, it’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll be as professional as I can. None of our personal issues will feature.” Laughing lightly you forge on, “I’m just sorry you have to be stuck on a mission with me for two weeks.” Looking everywhere but at him, you clear your throat. “I need a change of scenery. I’ll see you later.” You make to move past him, needing to get away before you shatter into shards at his feet.

“Krasivaya..” he whispers, hand outstretched.

You tense, a wave of emotion tearing through you, causing you to falter slightly as you stride forward. You pretend you hadn’t heard him, knowing full well you aren’t fooling him, but you don’t have the emotional capacity to deal with a guilty Bucky Barnes right now.

It’s gone balls up, the damage is irreparable.

And it was all… your… fault.

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Inheritance | Pt. 3

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre:
hybrid!au, fluff (later), smut (later later), ANGST-ish
Words:
2.2k+
Warnings:
some swears, mean family, MC cryin again
Notes:
You’re getting a lot of spam today kids, oooo boy. I already had most of this written, which is why it’s out so quick. I’m still writing the next part tho so that will be out a lot later. ❤

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

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Claws-trophobia

So I had this request to have chat, nathaniel and marinette all trapped in an enclosed space, for a long time and finally had a brilliant idea for it (with the help of @squirrellygirlart ) Hope you all enjoy it :) Thanks for the request anon!!

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Marinette’s class was helping out at Chloe’s hotel for the day. It was something their class had done once a year every year for as long as Marinette could remember. It was supposed to teach them something about responsibility and the job market and of course Marinette always ended up with the worst jobs on account of Chloe’s hatred for her and today was no different. Marinette was stuck with Gofer duty while Adrien was put at the front desk along with Chloe. Marinette was more than just a little disappointed by it. It happened every year of course but Marinette was beginning to feel that her crush on Adrien was more than a little hopeless. Needless to say Marinette was feeling more than a little discouraged that day. Of course the rage filled akuma that was tearing through the hotel didn’t do much to help improve Marinette’s mood. Marinette ran down the hallway akuma following close behind fiery hair  sticking on end as she screamed in fury. A small fiery blast landed near Marinette’s foot. She yelped as she pushed herself to run faster.

“Marinette!” Marinette was quickly grabbed around the waist and yanked into another hallway as a fiery blast dissolved where she had previously been standing. Marinette looked up to see glowing green eyes staring back at her. She rested her hands on his shoulders their chests brushing against one another as they both tried to catch their breath.

“Chat Noir,” Marinette greeted breathlessly. Chat smirked at her.

“Afternoon Princess, are you alright?” Chat asked, eyes giving her a once over. Marinette nodded.

“I think so,” Marinette assured.

“Good, come on, we need to get you to safety,” Chat Noir released her waist instead taking her hand in his and pulling her along behind him. Marinette let him lead her deciding to transform once he left her to take care of the akuma. Chat rounded a corner only for them to find themselves face to face with the fiery beast. Marinette and Chat Noir skidded to a stop. Chat and Marinette both squeaked as the akuma smiled wickedly down at them fire brewing in her open hand.

“Make a run for it?” Marinette asked cautiously. Chat Noir’s head made a jerky nod. The akuma reeled her arm back fiery blast aimed their way.

“Time to go!” Chat shouted turning on his heel and tore down the hall, Marinette still in hand. Chat led them towards an open elevator at the end of the hall. The doors slowly began to close. Chat released Marinette’s hand diving inside the doorway and keeping the doors open for Marinette. Marinette skidded to a stop just before the elevators glancing back as she heard a door open. Nathaniel stepped into the hallway looking down at his sketch book oblivious to the raging akuma headed straight towards them.

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lesson one. | m

characters: jaebum x reader
genre: smut
wc: 4080
summary: jaebum is jealous. and for no good reason.
author’s note: okay, first of all, this isn’t your typical “the guy is jealous so he has to whisk you away from another guy just to prove to you who you belong to” scenario. no. this is a “you’re a dumbass for being jealous when the only person i want is you. now kiss me.” as from the reader’s perspective. so it’s jaebum getting called out… if that makes sense… i did say this’d be up before the end of the weekend. still got more to come.
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“I’m never going to leave you.”

My first attempt at ACOTAR fanfic - I decided to start with Nessian.

ACOWAR spoilers!

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She didn’t feel like celebrating.  Yes, the war was over.  Yes, they all survived.  But she didn’t feel like she had won anything.  She watched as thousands died.  She watched her father die.  She watched Elain, her delicate sister, slaughter the King of Hybern.  And they were both still irrevocably changed in body and soul, both with powers neither one of them knew how to handle or begin to understand.

Nesta didn’t know what was next for her.  She couldn’t go back home, not since she was no longer human.  She especially wouldn’t leave without her sister and it was clear Elain was in no condition to go back to the human realm.  Nesta didn’t know how to help her, either.  She didn’t know how to help herself.  She hadn’t felt this untethered since the incident with Tomas Mandry.  That had taken it’s tole on her life, and changed her in ways she never expected.  Just letting his name cross her mind enhanced her current state of being unsettled.  Rising from the chair in her room she rubbed her hands up and down her arms to try to warm herself and get rid of the unpleasant thoughts.

The house was quiet today.  Everyone else has been happy, resettling into their lives and finding joy in each other and in the new world they were creating.  Nesta was stuck.  She had nothing to accomplish, nothing to attain, nothing to contribute.  She had barely left her room since returning from the war a month ago, only leaving to grab something to eat when hunger drove her out.  She didn’t even visit Elain anymore, frustrated and desolate because she wasn’t able to help her in any way.  She rarely ran into anyone during her trips to the kitchen, and when she did she always felt like a black cloud raining on their happiness.  They stopped talking and laughing when she appeared, and even Feyre no longer attempted to include her in their gatherings.  She was the ghost in the attic, residing in the house but always kept at arms length when seen.

She didn’t blame them.  She didn’t know how to help herself, so how would they have any idea what to do for her?  She never did ask Feyre how she handled being turned into High Fae, or having powers she never experienced before.  While Nesta was still human she didn’t care about all that; she was only focused on protecting Elain.  Feyre had obviously managed the transition and was thriving when she visited them before the war.  And it wasn’t like she was forced against her will to be changed - she was dying, and it was done to save her, so of course Feyre would have come out of her transition grateful for the second chance at life.  That was nothing like Nesta’s transition.

Making her way to the kitchen, Nesta couldn’t shake all the dark memories from her recent and far past.  She almost couldn’t distinguish the difference between the two anymore, all blending together seamlessly as if she had never known a happy or comfortable period in her life.  She thought what Tomas had done would be the most damaging experience she’d ever face and working through that to get back a semblance of a life with Elain almost destroyed her.  Everyone thought her strong, but only she knew the truth; the walls she kept around herself felt brittle now, like they would shatter if she ever lost her vigilance at keeping them strong, and she didn’t know how much longer she would have the strength to hold them up.  Going through these changes and feeling this darkness writhing inside herself - she knew it was only a matter of time before it overwhelmed and consumed her, destroying her completely.

“Nesta?”

Startled, she whirled around in the kitchen and saw Cassian standing in the doorway.  How long had she been standing there lost in her thoughts?  Rubbing her arms, she refused to look him in the eyes.

“Are you cold?”  The concern in his voice almost broke her.  She can’t let that happen, not now, not today.

“No, I just came to find something to eat,” she snapped at him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

Stepping into the kitchen he moved towards the cupboards.  “Everyone has gone out in the city so there isn’t a dinner prepared here tonight.  But I can make us something edible, I’m sure.”

“You cook?”  Nesta blurted out, the question springing out of her, surprised that a male warrior would stoop to anything so domestic as cooking in a kitchen.  

Chuckling, he glanced over his shoulder at her and winked.  “I’ve been known to surprise my friends with my skills.”

Feeling awkward, Nesta stood in the middle of the kitchen while Cassian arranged pots and pans on the stove and piled ingredients on the counter.  Removing a couple of knives from a  drawer he said without looking her way, “Why don’t you help me chop these vegetables?”

He continued to gather ingredients, occasionally throwing something into a pot or pan.  After a couple of minutes when she didn’t move to help him, he mumbled, “Or not,” and started chopping.  Irritated with him, she marched over to the counter and grabbed one of the knives and a pepper.  She started slicing it along it’s length and soon had a mess of pepper bits, seeds and pulp all over the counter.

“Happy now?”  She snarled at him, throwing the knife in the sink.

“Yes, thank you.”  He had a strained look on his face and his lips were twitching, but he didn’t say anything more, just scooped up her chopped vegetable and tossed it into the pot.  He continued adding ingredients and stirring the food, humming to himself as he worked.  She watched him, fascinated at a male cooking, let alone the General Commander of the Night Court.  He had left his hair down today and when it brushed against his chin he would tuck it back behind his ear.  He seemed to be comfortable in the kitchen, graceful even, and she marveled that for all his battle knowledge and warrior training he didn’t look out of place cooking them dinner.

Glancing her way he asked, “Will you get the plates and silverware ready?”

Glaring at him, afraid he had caught her staring, she stated, “I plan on eating in my room.”

“Well, you still need a plate, don’t you?” he smirked.

Aggravated with his logic, she stomped her way to the cupboard that held the plates and grabbing one stepped next to Cassian for him to dish out her portion.  His shoulder brushed against hers while he scooped the food onto her plate and she stiffened.  He stopped moving and gently turned towards her.  She didn’t move, she didn’t look at him.  He waited a full minute, two, then three.  He just stood there, relaxed but still as a statue, and finally she raised her head and looked at him.  Her gray-blue eyes were made of steel, never revealing her emotions, but when she locked eyes with Cassian’s gaze she knew he stripped her barriers and saw the depth of her fear and emotions running through her today.  He held her gaze with his beautiful hazel eyes, and she remembered looking into them a month ago and believing they would never get the chance to look at each other again.  She thought they would both die that day, and his promises to her on that battlefield made her stronger.  But after, he hadn’t so much as looked her way, not once, and she came to realize it was just the heat of the battle and the knowledge of death standing next to him that created that moment between them, that moment that turned out to be a lie.

Hardening her gaze, she yanked her plate out of his hand and moved towards the hallway that lead to her room.  When she reached the doorway she heard him speak quietly, “It wasn’t a lie.”

Whirling around and spilling half her food in the process, she stood in the doorway, stunned speechless and with eyes big as saucers.  

“In case that’s what you’ve been thinking all this time, about me, about what I promised you on that battlefield.”  He held her gaze and took a deep breath.  “When you decided to bait Hybern, to use yourself and your power as a diversion, I knew it was a death mission.  I knew it meant you weren’t coming back.  I also knew I wasn’t going to let you go alone, and I was going to do whatever it took to keep you alive.  Anything it took to keep you alive.  No matter the cost.”

“And then Hybern showed up with your father in his clutches.”  A tear escaped down Nesta’s cheek, and Cassian’s voice broke.  “I understood why you couldn’t strike at Hybern.  I tried to protect you and kill him, and I failed at both.”  Cassian hung his head, his hair falling and hiding part of his face.  His shoulders shuddered with a silent sob, and after a moment he gathered himself and looked up at Nesta with tears shining in his eyes.

He was whispering now, barely able to get the words out.  “I wanted that time with you, that time I wished we had before the war.  That time I promised you we would have in the next world.”  Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat and continued in a stronger voice.  “I thought maybe you needed time, after everything you had been through.  I was torn between wanting to stay by your side and worried that I would be smothering you at at time when you needed space.”  He ran his hand through his hair and continued.  “I’ve also struggled with changes in dynamics with my friends and me, and I’m sorry for that.  I’m sorry those changes have kept me away from you like this.  I haven’t handled this in the best way, but I think I’m learning what the best way should be and I’m going to do that from now on.”

Slowly, he moved towards Nesta until he was standing directly in front of her, close enough for her to reach out and touch him but far enough that he wasn’t crowding her, that she could still walk away without effort.  “Nesta, this is our next world.  I promised you I would find you and we would have our time.  That’s what I’m doing right now.  I want that time with you.  I’m keeping that promise.  I’m finding you, Nesta.  You’re right here in front of me, but I know that a part of you isn’t.  A part of you is struggling, is still fighting those shadows, that darkness.  I’m not going to let you fight alone any longer.  I’m never going to leave you.  Never.”

Cassian stood in front of Nesta, back straight and wings slightly flared, tall and proud and waiting, watching her with a confident and unwavering stare.  She looked at his wings, how the sun through the kitchen window changed their color from a dark and shadowy hue to a translucent rainbow of colors, beautiful to gaze upon.  She ran her eyes over his shoulders, seeing his strength and power, the shape of his muscles visible beneath his shirt.  She imagined the syphons on his hands and arms, across his chest and shoulders, and the power whirling beneath his skin.  She realized in that moment that they did have something in common - they both had power, and he had learned how to harness and use that power in the past.  Maybe she was wrong in thinking no one could help her.  Maybe the others had gone through similar struggles while growing up, and wasn’t that exactly what she was doing now, growing up with power?  

Nesta thought about all that he revealed to her just now, and how it had already started to change her feelings of rejection and abandonment.  With a start she realized that her dark thoughts and fears hadn’t bothered her from the moment Cassian entered the kitchen.  She hadn’t been overwhelmed, ready to crumble, since he arrived.  Perhaps he was right; maybe staying away from everyone and dealing with this on her own wasn’t the way to conquer the darkness.  

Looking up at Cassian’s face, she knew trying on her own wasn’t an option anymore.  He wouldn’t allow it.  The resolve and conviction in his hazel eyes took her breath away.  

Swallowing, Nesta whispered, “I don’t know how to do this.”

Smiling softly, Cassian reached up and gently cupped her cheek with his hand.  “Let’s learn together.”

Heathens- [smutandahalf]

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Author: smutandahalf

Rating: NSFW 18+

Words: 3599

Warning: This is darker than what I usually write. It doesn’t have any triggers but I just wanted you guys to know it’s different from my usual stuff.

A/N: Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat? That’s for you to decide..

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     There is something very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, something strange and dark. I glance over at him, sitting at his desk with his head pressed into his hands and his eyes clenched closed. I turn slightly looking around curious if anyone else has seemed to pick up on it. Something is wrong and not a single other person seems to notice, a cold trickle slides down my spine and I quirk my head at him curiously. How strange that he seems so invisible to them. Brushed to the side by his best friend who seems to jump in terror of his own shadow, invisible to the girl who has been clinging to his arms for weeks who has always seemed to be balancing precariously on the line between wild child and wild animal, and overlooked by his father who seems to be too focused on figuring out what is going on in this god forsaken town. Yes, something is very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, and yet no one seems to notice but me.

          The bell rings, and he’s out of his desk and through the door faster than I can blink. I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I gather my things, moving slowly as I deliberate on what I should do next. With a certain level of blind curiosity I decide that from this day on if no one else is going to notice him then I’ll be sure that I do. The unseen can always see the invisible.

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Sonder

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Theo Raeken is known to be the bad guy and he is definitely known to annoy (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to the point that she would be ready to kill - which the pack wouldn’t really mind. One step too far and Theo could land himself in a spot of trouble.

Requested: Yes by @hadesdaughterhelena

Word Count: 780

A/N: Request are open, request fluffy to smutty - I don’t mind.

Originally posted by codychristianbr

Theo Raeken was bad news and you knew that; anything surrounding him made your aura flatten, you were happy without him being in your life. His smirk, his muscles, his eyes, everything about him made your body flex to control itself.

He knew how to get under your skin and he enjoyed doing so. You shook your head, eyes focusing on the weights in your hands as you lifted one up, slowly dropping it down and lifting the second one up. You took a deep breath, feeling your muscles starting to hurt.

You went to the gym often to release some pent-up stress and anger for a certain brown haired boy. Your eyes flickered to the mirror in front of you as the door to the empty gym opened, you glared at the figure that made its way in; not looking up from his feet.

Turning back to your own body, your eyes stared back at themselves as you counted to five; trying to maintain your anger. “Look who it is.” Theo’s voice mused through the air causing you to roll your eyes; ignoring him and his taunting stare. “I get it,” He laughed, reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head; you could see his bare chest in the mirror but you tried to not stare.

He sat on the exercise machine, flexing his arms causing your breath to get stuck in your throat. “Like what you see?” He teased, that ignorant smirk on his face as he looked at your figure, “Because I sure do.” Within a second, you dropped the dumbbells on the floor and turned to face him, storming to where he sat. “Excuse me?” You snapped, eyes holding a look that could kill.

He fixed himself before standing up, you felt the warmth of his chest against your bare stomach. He was so close to you, that if you moved forward; your bodies would be one. “I said,” He whispered slowly, “I like what I see.” His hand found their way to your waist, going to the end of your back and your eyes turned to slits. “Remove your hand.” You snarled, tensing up.

Theo leaned down towards your ear, “Do you really want me to?” He smirked, the wetness of his lips touching your earlobe. His hand travelled down the rest of your back and to your ass where he squeezed.

You jumped in surprise and moved your head forward so quickly that it took you and Theo by surprise. “You asshole.” You hissed, not realising him holding his nose with one hand. “You bitch! You broke my nose!” Blood was spilling from his nose onto his lips, to his chin. You gasped but then couldn’t control your laughter when you realised that you had head butted him so hard that you broke his nose. “Oh my god,” You whispered between laughter, stumbling back slightly, and holding your stomach.

“Bring me to the nurse.” He moaned, and you nodded whilst shaking. “Come on.” You replied, grabbing your hoodie, and draping it around your waist.

Eyes turned to your direction as you guided a bloody Theo across the school to the nurse’s office. People started to whisper and point at him as he looked away embarrassed. You coughed slightly, feeling uncomfortable and a little guilty. “Hey, look, I’m sorry.” You muttered awkwardly, trying to cover your smile. He rolled his eyes and continued walking.

“What the hell happened to you?” Stiles called out from across the hallway, he was standing at his locker with Scott, Malia and Lydia who were staring at you pair in amusement. “She broke my nose.” Theo muttered, looking away from the pack and didn’t stop to hold a conversation with them.

“Great work, (Y/N),” Malia laughed, clapping her hands as Stiles joined in. Lydia stifled a laugh feeling sorry for the werewolf; and Scott was in a puddle of tears from laughing so hard. This added to your guilt as you chased Theo down the hallway.

He didn’t turn to your figure when you fell into pace with him and he walked through to the office. You pulled him back quickly, causing him to glare at you, “Do you mind? You’ve already done enough.” He snarled and you waved at the nurse, “Do you think this is a good idea? I mean you’ll heal… soon.” You whispered angrily to him, and his face flattened.

“Theo, are you okay?” The nurse questioned, walking up to you. Theo’s eyes widened as he rushed out the door, and grabbing you with him.

“It’s only a nose bleed.” He shouted over his shoulder, causing you to let out a giggle.

quick drabble for the @rebelcaptainprompts theme “stardust” because my mind went here instead of something appropriately sentimental

“Change your password,” Cassian grouches, slumping into the seat opposite her in the U-Wing cockpit. Jyn doesn’t even look up from where she’s readying her blaster.

“Why?”

Cassian flicks the controls, slides his headphones on. “That thing gives you access to all our data files. It needs to be hard to guess.”

“Who says it’s not hard to guess?”

“Me. I guessed it.”

Jyn glares at him, though—and this may say something about their relationship—she doesn’t look all that surprised. “Are you serious? What the hell were you doing, trying to hack my account?”

Cassian shoves the headphones over his ears, turns to glare back at her. “Yes. If I can hack your account, anyone can hack your account.”

“Oh,” Jyn snarls, “so you were doing me a favor.”

“Yep.” Cassian sighs. “Jyn, your password can’t be stardust. It’s so transparent.”

“I added numbers.”

“Your birthday. That doesn’t help.”

Jyn props her feet up on the control panel, despite the fact that Cassian has told her not to do some fifty times now. He has to physically restrain himself from reaching over and swiping them off.

“I can remember it,” she shrugs.

Cassian groans. “That’s not the point.”

“It’s a lot of the point. Look, nobody’s going to guess it.”

“I guessed it!”

“Yeah, you.” She shrugs, frowning. “But you’re the only one on base who knows that name, so…”

This is enough of a surprise that Cassian has to glance over at her; that name—and all the weight associated with it—is so integral to the person she once was, to the person she’s become. It’s hard to imagine her without it.

Jyn’s looking studiously at the laces of her boots.

“Oh.” Cassian swallows. “Just me?”

The corner of her mouth twitches. “Yep.”

“Huh.” He pauses. He can read her well enough by now to know when not to press.

He clears his throat, switches tactics.

“You realize that means I can still hack your account though, right?”

“Yeah.” She waves a hand. “But it’s just you. What are you going to do?”

He huffs. “I could do plenty.”

“You already hacked my account. Did you do anything besides immediately log out and come yell at me to change my password?”

“No,” he glowers. “But next time, I might.”

She reaches over, and the way she pats his knee hovers somewhere between affectionate and condescending. She walks that line well.

“Sure,” she says. “Are we taking off any time soon, or what?”

Cassian rolls his eyes, shifts back to the control panel.

“Be patient,” he grumbles. “I’m working on it.”

When he glances back over at her, quick, he thinks he catches her smile.

Rain | Sehun

Pairing: Sehun x reader
Genre: fluff, comfort, maybe a little sad, hybrid!au
Words: 8700+
Warnings: Mentions of abuse (not detailed)

Your night takes an unexpected turn when in the early hours of the morning you received a panicked call from one of your employees at the shelter you own.

Originally posted by chanyoelparks-deleting


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