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Silent Treatment

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: Language
A/N: So I know not all readers are short, I will be making one specifically for tall readers in the near future so don’t worry if this doesn’t apply to you!!!


“I just don’t get it, Y/N, how did you even see above the wheel to pass the test?” Peter asked, a grin on his lips when you frowned, glaring at him.

You had only been in the car with him for a minute and he was already making a crack on your height. It wasn’t typical, but lately he’d seem to notice how much it pissed you off, and if there was anything Peter loved, it was getting a rise out of you.

Right now you were giving him a ride home from a study session, this being the first time you drove him since you got your license (not that you didn’t do it before, but May and your parents didn’t need to know that).

“I moved the chair up, dumbass,” you snapped back, “At least I can drive now, you’re still stuck with a permit.”

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Facing the future

Originally posted by fookyeahstyles

Part one- Just one look
Part two - Learning to trust
Part three - Living with the bond
Part Four - A new wolf
Part Five - This is part five
Part Six - The promise

Embry Call x Reader
Words: 3,299 

GIF not mine but the readers big bro and wolf together <3
No idea what happened to the format but I think I fixed it.

“It’s all my fault.” Leah whimpered.
Cade sat against the wall with her and pulled her into his arms, “No, no baby, I should have got to you. This is my fault.”“Shut up.” Sam boomed making you jump further into Embry’s chest as you curled up in his lap on Billy Black’s sofa. Embry kissed your forehead before resting his head on yours and running his warm hands up and down your back reassuringly. 

Sam continued, “You can’t start to think like that, I know it’s hard because you’re imprinted to each other but this wasn’t any one person’s fault. We live as a pack, we fight as a pack. We look out for one another, Jake got hurt helping a member of his pack, it’s what we do.”A chorus of mumbled and hoarse agreement came from the boys, all of whom were scattered around the front room of the Black household. Leah buried her head in her knees as not to let them see the tears swelling in her eyes from receiving the acceptance that she had always sought from her clawed family.

Everyone fell into silence as you waited for news from Carlisle of Jacob’s condition, you snuggled into Embry’s chest, listening to the steady drum of his heart. It could have easily been the other way around with Embry hurt and Jacob carrying him back to the reservation.  This wasn’t supposed to happen, no one on your side was supposed to be hurt.You felt numb, you barely registered that Carlisle consulting Billy and Sam, nor did you hear the Alpha order for the pack to go home and rest.
 But you felt Embry hook his arms under you and carry you out to the truck, he took you back to his house and curled up with you in bed, thankful that his mum was away for the weekend. You sighed as he pulled the thin blanket up over you; you never needed much to keep you warm when lying next to your radiator-boyfriend. 

“That could have been you.” You whispered into the darkness on the room and gently cupped his cheek with you hand.
He moved his head to press a kiss to the inside of your palm, “Don’t think like that please, Y/N.”
From what the pack had told you they had enhanced vision even at night, so you squeezed your eyes tight so he didn’t see the tears swelling, “I can’t help it, I can’t lose you Embry.”
He shushed you, took your face in his large hands and kissed where your tears had spilled free, “You never have to worry about that. Do you understand me?”
He brushed his lips over yours and, not trusting your voice, you simply nodded.

“Is this a good idea?” You asked smoothing down your dress, the one that Embry liked to paw at when he saw you in it.
Embry shook his head as buttoned up his shirt, “Of course not, it’s an awful idea, but its better if we’re there if Jake loses it.”
You checked that your hair was styled as you wanted it and sighed, the last place you wanted to spend your whole night was with the Cullen’s at Bella and Edward’s engagement party, especially since Bella had told Jacob that she had chosen Edward.
“I still don’t like her.” You pouted.

Embry shook his head at you and grinned, “Okay street fighter, just remember that we both promised Sam to behave so no starting any fights.”
“Well, if she starts anything, I’m going to finish it.” You promised.
He clicked his tongue in amusement and stepped over to you and put his hands on your waist, he kissed the tip of your nose, “I don’t doubt it. You look beautiful by the way.”
He held his hand up so that you could spin around, giggling, “All for you handsome.”
“How’d I get so lucky?” He grinned and leaned down to kiss you.
“It’s probably something to do with those cute dimples.” You teased, smiling against his lips.

He tucked some hair behind your ear before whispering into it, “If Leah is to be believed, it’s because you like my bum.”Then he laughed and blew a raspberry against your reddening check before bolting down the stairs laughing. You covered your red face with your hands and shouted, “Leah!” 

Laughter erupted downstairs.

Pretentious was the words that sprung to mind when you got to the Cullen’s party. Embry’s arm found your waist and pulled your to his side so he could kiss the side of your head. You glanced around at the pack, “Are you all okay?”
Quil’s face was scrunched in discomfort as he answered, “It reeks of leech in here.”

Cade appeared with his arm around Leah, who looked stupid happily for the first time in a long time, “The rest of the party guests masks it a bit, but it’s still there.”

“Luckily I have you.” Embry mumbled to you before pushing his nose into your hair and inhaling.
“I’m not a scented candle.” You pushed his chest playfully.
“I can deal with the smell.” Paul announced happily, “There are other things to focus on.” He gave you an exaggerated wink before making his way over to a group of pretty girls.
Jared clicked his tongue, “He might be my best friend but honestly that boy only ever follows his di-”

“Woah lets it PG-13!” A booming voice interrupted and the pack turned to see Emmett and Rosalie. The pack acknowledged them but then dispersed quickly, leaving the vampire couple and you and Embry. 

  “How’s Jacob recovering?” Emmett asked.
“Okay, he’s around her somewhere.” Embry answered tightly.
“Clinging to Bella somewhere I’m sure.” Rosalie said and you nodded in agreement.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat, “Look, er, I just wanted to say sorry for last time. I would never usually let myself get worked up like that, especially not surrounded by all those people but I thought my imprint was in trouble.. well I’m sure you understand. And thank you, for making sure that she got home safe and looking after her when I couldn’t.”

Emmett just offered him a big grin, “Don’t worry about it, dog breath. I mean you saved Alice out there in the battle, call us equal. But just so you know, I only let it look like you were winning so that you could impress your imprint.”

Cue the collective eye roll of you, Embry and Rosalie.  You parted and enjoyed the party with your boyfriend, who it seemed could drink as much as he wanted and it didn’t seem to touch him.
Stupid wolf metabolism.
You were enjoying a dance with Embry when he stopped dead and looked off into the woods. He cursed and shook his head, “I’ve got to go help the guys with Jacob.” He looked around awkwardly, he didn’t want to leave you, knowing that you’d drank more than usual and the alcohol was effecting you.

“I’ll go find Carlisle or Esme.” You promised him, the older vampires always seemed more favourable to the pack.
“Stay out of trouble, okay beautiful?” He waited until you nodded before kissing your forehead and running off. You stayed for a moment watching where he’d left when Rosalie found you and together you watched as the pack dragged Jacob out of the woods with Bella trailing behind.

You finished your drink in one long swig and passed Rosalie your empty glass, who surprisingly took it from you with no fuss.
“Y/N,” The blonde caught your attention before nodding towards Bella, “Give her hell.”
You gave her a drunken grin, you intended too. 

ake and his escorts were way out of view by the time you reached Bella. She spotted you and narrowed her eyes and you matched her glare, “What are you doing here?”

“I came with the pack.” You responded, “What have you said to Jake? You need to stop messing with him, you’ve already chosen Edward.”
As you approached her eyes rapidly glanced around behind you, no doubt looking for a Vampire shield like the last time you’d seen her. She crossed her arms and raised her nose in the air, “I didn’t choose Edward, fate chose us for each other. You wouldn’t understand, the imprint doesn’t compare.”

Anger flared up from your belly and heat rushed into your cheeks, spewed from your mouth, “How dare you?!” 

“How dare I?” She snipped, “You weren’t even invited tonight. Me and Edward are getting married and we’ll still be married long after you’ve turned to dust. Our bond means that he’ll turn me and we’ll be together forever. The imprint means that you’re going to be stuck here in this depressing little town forever, never able to leave because of Embry. Good luck with life.” 

Her words sucker punched you and for a moment you gaped at her. It was like the wind had been knocked from you, you supposed because a part of you recognised the lace of truth in her words and it scared you. 

What happened to your plans for life now that you had the imprint to work around?


Embry calling your name brought the wind back in your lungs and you turned to the tree line to face Paul, Leah and your boyfriend. Embry held his hand out to you, “Come on beautiful, she’s not worth it.”
Taking in a shaky, drunken breath you stepped away from Bella and towards Embry’s out stretched hand. Of course, Bella demanded the last word, “That’s right, leave. Go to your mongrel boyfriend.”

You spun, swung your arm back and punched her straight in the nose.
 Bella yowled, her hands flew to her face and she crumpled to the floor whining.
“Talk about my wolf again bitch and I’ll rearrange your face.” You snapped in alcohol fuelled fury.

You stormed away from her pathetic whimpering towards your friends. Embry moved to take your hand but you dodged him and looped your arm with Paul so you could lean on him as you walked. Embry let his hand fall and swallowed hard, both of you knew that Bella’s venomous words had wound into your consciousness.

Everyone could see that something wasn’t right between you and Embry since the party and the pack were worried. When Sam had finally accepted his life as a wolf and alpha, he knew that he’d also have to deal with teenage drama that he thought he’d gotten to leave behind. He never expected his teenage charges to imprint so young, so he didn’t have a plan for when an imprint wanted to move away to college.
“It’s been her plan as long as I can remember.” Jacob mumbled, his words were wiped away by the sea wind.
Paul lay flat on his back on the beach, “She used to tell me that she’d threaten college boys with her big brother and that I’d have to go up to beat them up.”

Sam scowled, “That might be but separating you and your imprint will hurt you both. She has to stay.”Embry let out a wistful sigh, “Well everyone thanks for being no help at all.” He stood and stomped off down the beach.
Sam groaned and rubbed his face with his large hand, “One of you has to talk to her.”
Jacob ran his hand through his hair and shot Paul a look, “I’ll take him, you take Y/N.”

Paul lifted his legs before jumping to stand from being laid down, “Big brother to the rescue again.”

“Paul I told you I’m not in the mood.” You snapped at him. Ignoring you, as he always did, Paul took your phone and book from your hand, placed them on your desk and picked you up by the waist before dropping you both down on your bed. He perched you on his knee like he was Santa and you were and eager child, you glared at his cheeky smile.

“Now, tell big bro what bothering you.” He patted your knee as he asked you.
You narrowed your eyes at him and pinched the back of his hand making him yelp, “I feel the need to point out, yet again, that you’re not really my brother.”

He held his hand over his heart and dramatically whined, “That hurt. Now come on, we all know that you’ve not been right since you KO’d that fang banger.”

You sighed and fell back so you were against his chest, he wrapped his arms around you, his favourite ‘big brother cuddle mode’.
“What are me and Embry going to do? I’ve already started to look for colleges and I love him but does that mean that I give up on my future career? I know that I’ll have to make sacrifices for the pack and Embry will always have a job at the garage but you know that I’ve always wanted to go into further education.” You sighed again as he rubbed your back, “I know now that I’m always going to come back to Forks and La Push for Embry and whatever life we can have together. I do whatever the pack asks me to, when they ask me too, can’t I at least have the career that I want?”

Paul sighed and held you closer to him, he kissed the top of your head and mumbled, “Okay, so my plan was to come in here and convince you to give up this kind of thing for the sake of the pack but you’re not a wolf and you’re not stuck like we are. I don’t know what to say Y/N but you need to talk to Embry, avoiding each other won’t help.”
“You’re right.” You said.
You didn’t need to look at him to know that he was grinning, “Aren’t I always? I miss the days when you just had a crush on Jacob. That was when things were simple.”
“It was more simple back then,” you agreed, “But I don’t miss it, not when I have something real with Embry.”

It was that night that Embry appeared in your bedroom doorway, he lent against the frame with his hands behind his back, “Can I come in? We need to talk.”
Your stomach dropped but you tried to give him a grin, “I thought that we were pretending that nothing was wrong?”

Embry offered a humorous chuckle and shook his head, his hair moving, “Yeah, that’s not working so much for me and don’t forget, I get vibes about how you feel.”
You swallowed hard and moved things from your bed so that he could come and join you sat on it. He pulled a full plastic bag from behind his back and laid it on your bed before sitting across you and taking your hands in his warm ones.

He ran his thumb across the back your hand, “I know that you had your future all plans before I came in like a wrecking ball,” You went to interrupt him but he stopped you, “Let me finish, please. Every time you’ve told me about your plans I’m been so proud of you but also super scared because I didn’t want to face that you could one day leave me. I still don’t want too.”

He let go of your hands before picking up the plastic bag and pulling out a bunch of paperwork before continuing, “Okay so, I know that this isn’t a solid solution but I thought maybe this could be a jump off point for us finding something that works for us. I did some research and all of these are close to the packs territory, you know, just in case Sam orders me to stay here with the pack.”

He passed you the paperwork and tentatively you took them from him before turning them over. 

College prospectus. 

About ten of them in all. Your hand flew to your mouth and you felt tears spring in your eyes. Embry panicked, “No no, please baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, “No Embry, no, you didn’t upset me. This, all the planning and thought you put in to this means so much to me.”

Putting the brochures to one side was the one warning that Embry had before you launched yourself at him, you lips pushing against his as you landed in his lap. He kissed you back earnestly, grinning against your lips as he did. And that’s how you spent the next few hours, locked in loving embrace and smiling about your time today and eventually planning for your future.


The pack didn’t see you for a few days.
“Well you guys look a look happier.” Quil quipped when you resurfaced; he was sat on Emily and Sam’s front porch.
“What gave it away?” Embry called up to them as he carried you bridal style up to the house. You squealed playfully and kicked your legs as he jogged towards the house.
Leah grinned and elbowed Cade, “Now I don’t have to beat him up.”
“Again.” Seth added and the pack laughed.
Embry leaned down to whisper to you, “Between us, I’d rather face the newborns again than her pissed off.”
“That’s my girl.” Cade grinned and wrapped his arm around Leah’s waist making the pack laugh again. 

Embry didn’t put you down as he chose a seat and dropped himself down into it with you still in his arms.
“We have a plan.” You announced happily.
“Let’s hear it.” Sam grumbled.
Embry started, “We may have found a solution.”
You continued, “So, Embry found all these colleges not too far out of the packs territories. I found one that I like.”
“Not only does it have incredible reviews but the course that Y/N wants to do offers a special program where there could only be a couple of classes a week actually at the college and the rest of the time she’ll be with a partnering company doing the actual job.”

“We’ve already checked and there’s company in Port Angeles partnered with the college.”

“So theoretically, Y/N could stay in La Push with me – I mean us, and just commute to the classes.”
“And Embry won’t have to leave the pack. I’ve applied and I’ve just got to wait and see if they’ll take me.” You summarised and in the pause you took for breath Embry gave you a quick soft kiss.

The look of relief from the pack was evident and Sam came over to clap Embry on the shoulder in a moment of pride. Embry gave him a grin and you smiled at the exchange. You knew that they avoided the subject of their heritage, that they could share a father as well as a pack.
“Ugh look at them, full of love.” Paul groaned.
“It’s disgusting.” Jared agreed and Kim rewarded him with an elbow to the ribs.Surrounded by the laughter and love of the pack, your family, the stress of the last few days washed away but, as usual, something had to ruin it. Sam stood and the pack followed his gaze to where Jacob paced in wolf form.
“What’s the matter with him?” You asked.
Seth mumbled, “I think I know, we got an invitation to Bella’s wedding this morning.”The pack hushed and you winced, “Poor Jake.”                          

Embry kissed you’re the side of your head, happier than ever to have you in his life, especially knowing that Jacob was about to cause some major drama in his life.

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All of You - Part 2 (Dad, This is Daryl) | (Part 1) | (Part 3) (Part 4)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: As requested, here is part 2. Post-Negan era smut piece. The reader (Negan’s Daughter) convinces Negan to allow Daryl to be her bodyguard while he is away in Alexandria for a few days. Smut and romance ensue. When Negan returns, he finds out that they are sleeping together and loses his shit.


You awoke the morning after your close encounter with Daryl, you awoke feeling wonderfully satisfied, yet hungry for more of him. You could taste his lips on yours and your hands roamed your body, in bed, wishing they were his. You felt them wander lower and lower down your stomach and grip your hips roughly, moving over to touch yourself, thinking of how fucking good he was to you last night.

There was a sudden pounding on your door and you grunted.

“What?!” You scream out, frustrated.

“Y/N. I gotta talk to you, wake the fuck up and open the door!” Negan yelled from behind the wooden door.

You grumpily threw the blankets off you and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it harshly.

“What?? Can’t a girl get any fucking sleep around here?” You cried out, disgruntled.

“Shit, Y/N. It the fucking apocalypse, no one gets any fucking sleep.” He said playfully and sauntered into your room, making himself completely at home.

He wandered over to a small two person table you had set up in the big space, next to a big window that overlooked the gates of The Sanctuary, and beyond it sweet heavenly freedom. Your father sat down on one of the chairs and gestured for you to do the same. You plop back down onto your bed and stare at him from across the room, awaiting whatever the hell it was that was so damn important.

“I have to go to Alexandria for a few days…. Don’t know how long I will be gone. You gonna be okay here for a little while without me?” He asked with a hint of both concern and sarcasm.

I scoffed at him and smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle it, dad.”

“If any of those fuckers give you a hard time….” Negan says with a low voice and reaches for something tucked behind his back.

You see him pull out a small automatic handgun, pointing it sideways at you, nodding, and setting it on the table beside him.

Your father had been a big believer in self-protection for his little girl, even before the world went to shit. He took her to martial arts training as a child, self-defense classes, and eventually the shooting range. There was no doubt that Y/N could handle herself in combat if she had to. But Negan was also aware that here she was highly outnumbered and he wanted her to be safe.

Suddenly, Y/N got an idea, a way to use this concern to her advantage. She changed her demeanor and put a slightly worried look on her voice, nodding solemnly to her father.

“Actually Dad, I know how worried you get, me all alone with all those pigs who could easily overpower me.” You lean forward and put your face in your hands, rubbing the sides of your face.

You look up at him with curiosity, “Do you think, there would be anyway you could get me a bodyguard? Someone to make sure no one bothers me while you are gone? … I know I talk a tough game, but sometimes I do get a little nervous.”

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Home Series, Part Five

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time. Song for this part: Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?    

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10    Part 11  Part 12 Epilogue

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Coming Home // Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Summary: It had been eight years since Dean had seen Giselle, a hunter he shared a one night stand with, so what happens when he receives a phone call from an unknown little girl claiming to be his daughter?

Author’s Note: So I created this blog to post Supernatural imagines and basically be a Supernatural inspired blog. This is my first time ever writing for Supernatural so please send in some requests! :)

Word count: 2376

Warnings: Just some minor swearing

Originally posted by maxandalec

It had been an uneventful night for Dean as he curled up under the blankets with his hand on his gun that always lay right under his pillow so he could always get to it. His eyes fluttered multiple times before they finally stayed closed and allowed Dean to sleep.

He let out a content sigh, feeling the drowsiness he had felt taking over until the sound of his phone went off, interrupting his rest.

Dean groaned, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to ignore the call. It couldn’t have been anything important this late at night. The phone continued to go off multiple times until Dean finally shot up, irritated and ready to lash out at anyone who tried talking to him as he brought the phone to his ear.

“What?” He barked, narrowing his eyes as he heard soft sniffles through the line.

“A-are you Dean W-Winchester..?” A quiet voice asked through the line. Dean didn’t know how, but he suddenly felt calmer as the anger he once felt slowly left his body.

“Yeah, I’m Dean. Who are you?” He asked, furrowing his brows. Why was a little kid calling him this late at night? Hell, last time he checked, he didn’t know any little kids.

“I’m Y/N…” The girl whispered, a soft sob echoing through the phone and into his ear. “Momma told me to call y-you if anything happened to h-her..” She murmured, and he could hear shuffling through the line. “And momma won’t wake up. I don’t know why.” Dean could hear her set down the phone and heard her quiet voice plead for her mom to wake up.

“Momma, please wake up, please. You’re scaring me.” The girl cried, and Dean shot up, ready to get whatever he needed to go help her, even though he didn’t know her.

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Bucky x Reader

Summary: The risk I took was calculated but man, am I bad at math.

Warnings: angst…like to the max, character death, risking your life, all that fun stuff

Word Count: 1.3k (this is deadass the shortest thing i’ve ever written and it’s still over 1k lmao why am i like this)

Author’s Note: hi hello! guess who’s back and as angsty as ever! this is something that again was floating in my inspo tag and i can’t find the post rn but it is there so when it’s not midnight i’ll go digging through and tag it. ya’ll probably recognize the quote because it’s been through tumblr i don’t even know how many times? but i literally banged this out in like two hours so ??? idk???? anyways, feedback is always welcome (please do i love hearing what all of you have to say) and can i just say thank you so much for all of your lovely responses to Will You Stay? like, they were so beautiful they made my entire life like????? i love all of you so fucking much ???? i can’t even describe it????? anyways enough of my endless question marks, hope you enjoy!!!!

Originally posted by sxy-seabass

The first time, isn’t the last time.

The first time you risk your life it’s for a puppy. Small, golden, scrappy little thing. It’s caught in the middle of the road, yelping every time a car whips by. It’s flat on the ground, trying to make itself small as possible but at the same time sticking out against the pitch black tar. You sigh and drop your coffee into the trash before you run out in the middle of traffic and scoop the dog up before crossing to the other side.

“You’re an idiot,” he grumbles as he stares at the trembling mass of fur. You pout and say you’re sorry before you offer him the reason you nearly got flattened by an eighteen wheeler. He pretends to be angry until about five minutes later when the puppy is licking at his face.

He isn’t angry anymore, especially two weeks later when the puppy has become a permanent fixture in your home.

The second time, isn’t the last time.

The second time you risk your life is on vacation in the Bahamas. A little girl gets caught in the rip tide. Her arms flail as she cries for help but is drowned by the waves. Everyone watches but no one acts. You glance at the life guards who glance at the waves apprehensively before you roll your eyes and dive in. It takes you a while but luckily you’re a strong swimmer and within minutes she’s in your arms and safely on shore.

“You’re crazy,” he mutters as he rubs your back while you cough up salt water but his eyes shine with an emotion more powerful than you have ever seen. It only seems to grow when the little girl runs up to you and hugs you, thanking you for saving her life.

The third time, isn’t the last time.

The third time you risk your life is on a mission in Johannesburg. HYDRA had hit a biotech company and managed to steal information to a bomb that could level a small country. They climb into a helicopter and are about to get away and against Steve’s orders you jump and hang onto the runner of the helicopter. You hang on for dear life until you touch down. Your arms ache but you fight until you can’t feel anything anymore. But you have the files.

It takes them two days to find you. When they do they find you collapsed in an alleyway, dehydrated and living off of scraps from the nearby flea market.

“You’re so stupid,” he shakes his head. He’s angry but he holds your head up as you drink and brushes your hair until you fall asleep on his chest.

The fourth time, isn’t the last time.

The fourth time you risk your life is in the middle of a blizzard. It’s two in the morning and the wind is howling but when your phone rings you answer within seconds. The line is silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. He doesn’t say anything but you already know as you tie on boots and don your heaviest coat.

It takes you an hour to get to him. But you do. You’re pretty sure your car isn’t even parked properly and you’re not sure if you’re on the road or on the sidewalk but it doesn’t matter. By the time you get to him he’s already half way gone. You sit with him until he comes back to you. You sit with him until his eyes are clear and his breathing is normal. You sit with him until he’s yours again.

“You’re a moron,” he growls once his eyes look outside at the storm raging. You wonder if it was worth it but you smile anyway because you don’t care.

The fifth time, isn’t the last time.

The fifth time you risk your life it’s after two months of being locked in a basement. You have bruises on top of bruises, you bleed from different places every day and you can’t remember the last time you’ve had a proper meal. They pull you out every day and tie you to a chair. They spit in your face, they hit, they bite, they scratch, they punch, they shock, they twist, they break. You beg, you scream, you cry. But you don’t give them what they want. They want him but you can’t give them that. He’s everything to you and meaningless to them.

One day you’re bleeding so bad everything is tainted red and you can’t feel part of your face and can’t hear out of one ear. When you feel hands on you, you immediately start to tense and fight but relax when you hear his voice.

“It’s just me, it’s just me идиот,” he soothes you softly as his metal hand trembles while breaking your bonds. You fall into him and can’t find it in you to cry or make a sound. And you wonder if maybe this time, maybe this time it was worth it.

The first time, is your last time.

You risk your life for him and you don’t even think. You see him in danger, you see everyone in danger. But when you see him, when you hear the metal whir breaking through the clamor around you, you don’t think. You hear nothing else. You look at the five midnight black barrels of the machine guns facing him, glinting harshly and you just go. You think you can make it. If you just take that extra step, lose that extra second, you can make it. You two can make it out, together.

But you were always bad at math.

For the second you push him down you know you miscalculated. You don’t hear the shots but you feel them, ripping and tearing through flesh and bone. You feel the blood seep into the concrete floor. But you don’t hear the strangled sob from behind you and you don’t hear the hoarse shot. You don’t hear the bodies drop around you; you don’t hear the knife splitting through Kevlar and skin.

Yet you feel his hands on your face, your chest, your stomach. You feel him fumbling for a solution. He’s whispering fast in Russian, his skin flushed a shade of pink you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful, really.

“You…you, you stupid, crazy, idiotic, moron,” he shouts with tears in his eyes. His bottom lip trembles and you reach to soothe it. Blood smears against the soft bristles that surround his mouth but neither of you really notice. “How could you do this? How…why, why would you ever you–”

“You’re alive,” your voice is hoarse and choked and filling with something you’re not sure of. It doesn’t even sound like you but he looks at you as if you were the only thing he heard. You think he says something else but the look on his face means he understands exactly what you’re saying.

He’s breathing heavy now. You can feel it in gentle puffs against your face. He’s shaking his head as he stares at you. He keeps shaking his head until his hair forms a dark curtain around his shimmering eyes. “No,” he whispers. “Not without you, not…please–”

You shake your head in response. “You’re alive,” you whisper as darkness begins to creep into your vision. “You’re alive.”

The weight of what you’re saying seems to settle onto his skin and into his bones because he’s looking at you with disbelief and wonder and fear and an ancient sadness that you feel deep in your chest. He presses his lips to your face and a wetness leaks onto your skin and seems to slide right off. “Not without you. я люблю тебя. Not without you.”

You clutch his hand and feel the black begin to spot his face, turning him gray. “You’re alive,” you say finally before your head drops into his metal palm.

Your first time, is your last time.

But God is it worth it.




я люблю тебя

I love you


Characters: Clint x Reader

Summary: After a string of less than perfect dates maybe your Mr Right has been in front of you all the time.

Word Count: 2580 words

A/N: By popular demand (and a great prompt from @feelmyroarrrr) here is Part 2 of Perfect.

The mission had taken its toll on you all and a heavy silence had descended on the Quinn jet as you all metaphorically licked your wounds.  You were sat on the floor towards the back when Nat slid down beside you.  “So, I was thinking…”  she began, causing you to roll your eyes.

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A Gentleman's Preference

TITLE: A Gentleman’s Preference


AUTHOR: fyreyantic

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being your sugar daddy.


NOTES/WARNINGS: I meant to submit this sooner but I’ve had a crazy busy week. Phew. Hope people enjoy.

In the morning Cassie rose with her accustomed feeling of apathy before last night came back to her. It was then replaced with anxiety and despondency.

As a matter of routine Cassie decided to go through showering , getting dressed, and having breakfast before trying to tackle the issue at hand.

There was no way she could pay it. Not unless Cassie miraculously found an extremely well-paid job that just happened to not clash with her others. That would be nice. As it were she had her two jobs: the coffee shop and the call centre, with the side of occasionally do children’s parties.

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Schizonephilim’s experience with an abscessed tooth...that nearly killed them

Hey everybuddy! Aunt Scripty here. Today’s post is a guest post by @schizonephilim , who was kind enough to share their story of a near-fatal abscessed tooth.

I’m always welcome to posting interesting personal stories that writers can use for inspiration and details in their work, and if you have a story you’d care to share, go ahead and submit one!

Note that I haven’t edited this post for content or for grammar.

Thanks so much to schizonephilim for their openness and for sharing.

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


I’ve really been enjoying your blog!  Reading more realistic medical advice, I think, will really help my writing.  :) (Awww, thanks! ~AS)

In October 2009, I had gone to a local concert with my mom, and I was having the time of my life.  I noticed in the breaks between the two main performers that my left jaw was starting to get sore, but I attributed that to all the screaming I’d done at first.  By the time it was all over with and we had driven home, however, the pain was steadily increasing, and I realized I probably had an abcessed tooth.

That was on a Saturday.  By Monday, my jaw was beginning to swell, so I managed to get in to see my dentist, who gave me a round of antibiotics (500 mg of penicillin, 3 times a day) and pain meds.  I was in too much pain to go to work, so I called in and stayed home.  I took the antbiotics religiously, making sure never to miss a dose, and I was in so much pain that I seemingly ate the pain pills like they were candy (I REALLY don’t recommend that), but neither medicine seemed to have any effect.

Wednesday rolled around, and the swelling in my jaw (and the pain) was getting worse.  Also, my jaw was beginning to stiffen, making it harder to open my mouth to eat or talk.  I went back to my dentist, and he gave me another prescription of antibiotics (now 4 times a day) and more pain meds.  I also got a note for work for the days I had missed so far and drove it to my job so my boss could see that I wasn’t exaggerating my situation.  I remember he’d made the joke, “You sure you didn’t break your jaw?”  All I could say was, “If I had, it’d probably hurt less.”

When Friday came, my condition had deteriorated.  I could barely eat between the pain of chewing and my jaw stiffening to the point I could barely open my mouth, I mostly stayed in bed with an overwhelming desire to sleep, and I struggled to get any sleep because of the pain.  My dad wanted to take me back to our dentist, but he was out of the office that day.  His staff was in, however, and they were able to refer us to an oral surgeon in a nearby town.  I was in no condition to drive, so he took me to the oral surgeon.

As luck would have it, it was raining cats and dogs when we got there, and the oral surgeon’s office had lost power.  He still saw me, though.  Without power to his equipment, he couldn’t do much of anything in depth to look at me, but he listened to us and he could see for himself what sort of condition I was in.  He put in a call to my regular doctor to get me in, and I was off back to my hometown to see him.  Before we left, he told us that if I started having difficulty swallowing, I needed to go to the ER immediately.  (Better than waiting till it was hard to breathe, he said.)

My doctor took one look at me, listened to me and my dad (mostly my dad, because it hurt too much to speak), and prescribed three shots of Rocephin (sp?) over three days.  I received the first shot there in his office, and the next two over the next two successive days at the hospital because his office was closed on the weekends.

When Sunday evening came, I had reached the end of my rope, so to speak.  I had already received my third shot of Rocephin earlier that day, and the round of new antibiotics was just as ineffective as the penicillin.  My jaw had swollen to frightening proportions, and the lack of rest and constant pain had driven me to my wits’ end.  It was, in fact, getting difficult to swallow, but that was overshadowed by the rest.  I had my mom take me to the ER, where we had to sit for a few hours in the waiting room before ever seeing a doctor.  They were completely unable to take my temperature, since I couldn’t get my teeth far enough apart to fit the thermometer through them no matter how I tried.

I live in a small town, so we don’t have an abundance of specialists.  When I finally saw the ER doctor, he referred me to an ear, nose, and throat specialist (ENT) at a hospital about two hours away.  My brother drove me the two hours, and I arrived at about 1:00 on Monday morning.  I went through triage quickly and was put in an exam room.  While we were waiting for the specialist, a med student came in and explained that she had heard about my condition and wanted to see for herself.  I didn’t mind, since I figured if she ever saw that situation again, maybe she could learn something.  After all, it’s not every day that an abcessed tooth gets that badly out of hand.

Once the ENT came in, I finally, FINALLY, was able to get a dose of morphine, and let me tell you, the relief from having the pain eased was so sweet I wanted to cry.  He sent me for an MRI so that he could see exactly where the pockets of infection were.  Luckily, I don’t have a sensitivity to iodine like my dad does, otherwise I would have been in real trouble.  Once the MRI was over, they took me to a different room than before, and I was left to wait with my brother again.  I can’t remember if I had my second dose of morphine before or after the MRI was done; my memory is understandably a little fuzzy about that detail.  I remember hearing what sounded like a man screaming in agony in another room nearby while I waited; I imagined that he had been injured in an accident and had broken bones, but of course, I had no idea what their particular story was, and I didn’t ask.

By the time the ENT came in to see me again, that second dose was wearing off.  He explained to me exactly what he was going to do.  The infection was structured in a kind of honeycomb way, so simply opening and draining wasn’t going to work; they were going to have to scrape the infection out.  He gave me a local anesthetic, but before doing that, he explained that because the infection was acidic, it would burn off the anesthetic quickly.  I didn’t feel the incision just beneath my jaw when he made it, but every other sensation was agony.  I felt him scraping inside my jaw and neck, pushing out mounds of pus, and the smell made me want to throw up.  For those who are unfamiliar with infections of that nature, it smelled like meat that had spoiled in the refrigerator…but it was my meat, and it was right underneath my nose.  My brother held my hand through the whole procedure, and I was clenching my jaw and holding in the urge to scream in pain.

Once he was satisfied that he had gotten out as much as he could, he washed out the area with a saline solution and packed it full of what looked like gauze ribbon.  He explained to me that he couldn’t stitch up the area, since that would be inviting the infection to come back, and he left probably an inch or so of the ribbon hanging out of the incision, and taped gauze over the area to keep it covered.  He said that it was for giving the infection a path to travel out, which made sense to me.  I was given follow-up appointments and discharge instructions, along with one last dose of morphine and a prescription for more (different) antibiotics and pain pills.  It was somewhere around 3:00 or maybe later when we left, and it was about dawn when we arrived home.

It took me about another week to recover, and at least two weeks to be somewhat back to normal.  I wasn’t told at the time, but when I went to the ER in my hometown and was sent to the larger hospital, the doctor had told my mother that I had to go right then, that it couldn’t even wait until morning.  I was on the verge of sepsis, and I only truly appreciated that fact later.

One last interesting tidbit about my experience.  When the ENT was scraping the infection out, he said that he was going to send off samples to see exactly what sort of bacteria it was that had caused all this trouble.  On one of my follow-up appointments, I thought to ask about what the results had been, but the doctor, despite searching the computer database and even calling the labs at the hospital, couldn’t find any trace of the samples.  To this day, I still have no idea what bacteria had caused the infection that gave me so much hell and, if not for the ENT and the wonderful other doctors and nurses and their expertise, would have been the end of me.

James van Riemsdyk #1

So this one goes out to @carey-pricemas cause JVR is the love of her life, but I hope everyone likes it as much as I liked writing it! Feel free to request more JVR or anything :)

Word Count: 1,321

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

Another summer day, another barbecue with your family. This time you were happy to bring along James. Luckily for the both of you, he didn’t have any sort of camp or anything this hot August day. Unluckily for him, your little nephews had brought their hockey equipment and put James in net. 

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Together - Sidney Crosby

Originally posted by knifeshoeoreofight

Ok so I think I took this in a completely different direction then what you probably wanted but I actually love how this turned out!  If you don’t like it just let me know and I’ll rewrite it to be a little more meaningful haha.  Much love pals! <3

Word count: 944

Warnings: one swear word at the end lol but all fluff!!

Request: “Writing prompt 115 “we will finish this the way we started together .“For Sidney Crosby” - @pensphan4life

Prompt: #115 “We’ll finish it the same way we started it…together”

Up next: Auston Matthews


“Can we pleassseee go to Ikea? Pretty please Sidney?” you begged your boyfriend who was currently sitting on the couch watching hockey highlights.

“It’s so boring there!” Sidney complained as he slumped even further down on the couch.

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Body Shots (Rich/Jake)

Summary: Jake likes to do body shots off Rich. (Can y’all believe it’s book-canon that Rich has a bellybutton kink? Yeah, neither can I. Anyway, that was the inspiration for this. Enjoy this absolute trash that @amazingmsme asked me to write.)

Warnings for mentions of alcohol and slight NSFW.

Parties weren’t really Rich’s thing anymore. Understandably so, but sometimes Jake managed to convince him to go out.

It was one of those nights, and the house was packed of people with red solo cups full of god knows what.

He also wasn’t much of a drinker anymore either. Again, couldn’t blame him. So, he usually became the designated driver, making sure his friends got home safe. He was content with that.

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Shit Daily Vlogger


“Good morning love” Joe greeted you with a kiss as he pushed your hair out of your face. 

“Morning.” you smiled blinking your eyes open.

“I’m vlogging today so wake up!” He said giving you another kiss before leaning over to the bedside table and grabbing his camera. 

He turns in his camera and smiled widely for a moment before starting the intro.

“Good morning guys!” He says loudly as he pans the camera over to you. You wrinkled your nose up at the sudden burst of energy that he had presented so early in the morning. 

“Morning guys” you waved. 

“So I thought that I would vlog today even though Y/N and I don’t really have any plans but you guys leave loads of comments about how these are your favorite kinds of vlogs and now that you guys know about Y/N and I, I feel like I can do them more often!” 

“Well if you would’ve told them you had a girlfriend sooner, you could’ve” you raised your eyebrow at Joe before getting out of bed.

“Anyways,” Joe said bringing the camera back to him, “we are going to go get ready for the day and I’ll check back in with you guys once we decided what we’re doing.” he said before shutting off the camera. 

“Are you not vlogging today?” Joe said watching as you stood over the bag you had packed the day earlier looking for your outfit for the day. 

“Nah, I think you’ve got this one. Besides I don’t vlog that much, you would know if you watched my videos” You said looking over your shoulder. 

“Hey I watch your videos!” Joe defended himself as he jumped out of bed. 

“Mhmm sure, just like how you’re not a daily vlogger” You winked, moving past him and into the bathroom. “Are you coming or are you going to make me shower by myself?” 

“I’m not a daily vlogger” you heard Joe mumble under his breath as he followed you into the bathroom.

“Alright guys,” Joe said into his camera, “I have decided to show Y/N just how great of a pancake maker I am this morning” he said panning over the ingredients that were spread over the kitchen worktop. 

“Do you need help mixing everything together” You laughed at his expression he made as he looked down. 

“Umm, maybe” he said bring the camera up to you just in time for him to capture you rolling your eyes at him. 

Joe placed camera on top of his stove as you came to join him in front of the stove. 

“Welcome to Y/N and Joe’s cooking show, today show is all about pancakes” He said looking into the camera. 

“You’re an idiot” you shook your head as you measured out the flour. 

In no time at all the mix was ready to be poured into the hot pan and Joe was fully ready to take over. 

“Alright love I got this!” Joe said rubbing his hands together before he poured the first pancake into the pan. 

“Geez Joe, how big do you want” You laughed as you watched him pour way too much batter into the pan.

“Whoops” he said making as face. 

The rest the morning was spent eating breakfast and clearing up the mess the two of you had made in the process. 

“Alright Y/N, what are our plans for the rest of the day?” Joe asked you and his camera as he flung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. 

“Um, we are going outside today, maybe to the park or just have a walk around London. Its a nice day for once and I don’t to be cooped up in your flat all day” 

“Yeah we need to take advantage of what London give us.” he said kissing your temple, making your smile. “So lets go!” 

The two of you decided to walk to the park near Joe’s flat and then make your way to the shops the were close by to pick up a few things. You two walked hand in hand down the street, laughing at jokes Joe had made and catching up on all the things that the two of you did have have time for last night before the two of you fell asleep. 

When you two made it into the park, Joe pulled out his camera making sure to get the both of your in shot. 

“So we’ve made it to the park and it is filled with dogs! You know I’ve really learned to love dogs, Y/N I think we should get one.” Joe said looking over at you with a smile. 

“Yeah, and who’s flat is it going to stay at?” You said looking back at him. 

“I guess we’ll just have to move in together then” He said winking to the camera, flinching when you hit his arm. “Ow! Sorry guys, we aren’t moving in together, not yet anyways.” 

“But yes, we can get a dog. I’m perfectly find with that” You said linking your arm through his as the two of you continued your walk through the park. 

It was later in the night when Joe finally remembered to pick back up his camera. The two of you were laid out on the couch having just caught up on the current show you two were watching.

“So guys, it is much much later in the evening and in classic Joe Sugg style, I forgot to vlog.” He said after pulling out his camera. 

You were snuggled up against Joe’s chest, his free hand twirling a piece of your hair around his fingers. You looked up at the camera, a yawn escaping your lips before you nestled your face further into Joe. 

“Awe, someones tired” He said looking down at you. 

“We did a lot today which you did a very good job at forgetting to vlog” You said looking back at the camera. 

“Hey, I try. This is why I’m not a daily vlogger.” 

“Yeah, yeah” you said in a mocking tone. 

You’re eyes closed for a moment so you didn’t see Joe set his camera down on the coffee table but you felt yourself become squished all of a sudden as he leaned over you. 

“What are you doing” You groaned. 

You were just about to get comfortable again when you felt a quick hand move to your side followed be a pinch and a tickle. 

“JOE!” You yelled as you tried to squirm away from him but failing as he continued to tickle your sides. 

“Joe….please STOP!” You managed to get out in between your shrieks of laughter, yet he persisted. 

You continued to squirm away from him, not paying much attention to the fact that you were laid on the couch. As you finally pushed yourself free, you also had pushed yourself off of the couch. On your way down you managed to grab ahold of Joe’s shirt, sending him to the floor with you. Luckily he was more prepared for the fall than you were and he was able to brace himself with his hands to avoid crushing you. As Joe held himself above you, he also attempted to catch the falling camera but failed as, it too, fell to the ground. 

“Aww, are you guys okay?” Joe said picking up the camera and making sure it was still working and recording. 

“Yeah Joe I’m good, thanks” You said from your position on the floor. 

Joe moved from above you and helped you up pulling you into his chest when you were up straight. 

“You alright?” he said kissing your forehead. 

“Yeah, thanks for pushing me off the couch” you said rubbing your elbow which you were pretty sure what was used to knock the camera off the table. 

“Oi you did that yourself!”

“But it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t tickled me.” You said wrapping your arms around his torso while sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Your the one who let your guard down so I believe thats your fault” he said leaning down to lock lips. You pulled away quickly and looked at the camera in his hand.

“Alright guys. I’m going to call it a night here, or at least end the vlog here” he winked to the camera as you shook your head and unwrapped your arms from around him. “Make sure to give this video a thumbs up if you enjoyed it. Theres another vlog right here that you can watch, and you can subscribe right here if you haven’t already. I will see you tomorrow with another vlog but remember….” He paused as he searched for you in the viewfinder from your position in the kitchen.

“You’re a shit daily vlogger!” You shouted.

“That works. Goodnight guys!”


Request: Could you please do a one shot where Troy meets the reader and they almost kill each other but then he brings her back to the ranch and they end up liking each other?

Word Count: 1957.

Warnings: Swearing.

Characters: Troy Otto; Jake Otto; Reader (Y/N).

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New J2 Fic: Massage Therapy

Title: Massage Therapy

Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Rating: E/NC17

Warnings: none

Summary: Jared is grumpy. Jensen wants to help out. There’s a happy ending.

For @justanothersaltandburn as part of my 200 follower celebration.

Prompt:  Jared is incredibly tense (tough scene, argument, etc) and Jensen gives him a massage – with or without a happy ending ;) ?

 Hope you like it!!

On A03

Jared slammed the plate down onto the table, making the fries bounce and ensuring that a few peas succeeded in their bid for freedom. The green beans just shivered in place, and Jensen shuddered looking at them; but it was too early to let his new co-star in on all his weird hang ups. They’d only been filming together for a couple of months; Jared didn’t need to know that the man he’d be spending at least the next seven months with had food-related trauma from his childhood.

Pulling himself together, he looked fully at his co-star. “What’s up, Jay?”

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Show Me Your Scars

Written for @iwantthedean​‘s 2 Prompt 1 Shot Challenge. The prompt she choose for me was: 

“Show me your scars.”

“But…why?” she asks quizzically.

“I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there,” he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek. 

Past Dean x Meredith OC, Past Meredith x Derek OC, TJ OC

Word Count: 3105

WARNINGS: Domestic abuse (not Dean), swearing, blood - Please, if you find this triggering in any way, I will not be offended if you choose to skip it. 

A/N: A good chunk of this is a flashback. 

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Much thanks to my little sister, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms for her all around amazing-ness and much needed help with getting this one started (think of it as literary constipation). Also thank you to @paintrider13-blog for well, just being her. 

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Venomous Pt 3

Season 2 Masterlist

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 1,693

Warnings: Angst

   Stiles, Jackson, Allison, and I took Lydia to Scott’s house to get her away from the school.

   “If we’re studying at Scott’s house then where’s Scott?” Lydia asked as we entered. She seemed to be unhappy with how odd we were all acting.

   “Meeting us here, I think,” Stiles replied. “I hope.” Stiles locked every lock that was on the front door, making Lydia frown at him. “Uh, there’s been a few break-ins around the neighborhood.” Lydia nodded trustingly. Nobody knew what to say, so the silence stretched to the point of awkwardness.

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anonymous asked:

STEREK / Drugged! Derek whispering in Stiles' ear all the sweet, filthy things he has always dreamed of doing to him, since the first time he saw him ..

So this one might’ve gotten away from me a bit.

“The way you smell…” Derek’s slumped half-against Stiles, half against the side of the Jeep, barely conscious and all dead weight while Stiles fights to hold him up and get the keys in the lock at the same time.

There are hunters out there, the same hunters that had shot the tranq dart in Derek’s neck while they’d been out patrolling. It wouldn’t take long to track them down; they’d been painfully slow in making it back to the Jeep. Derek had started out mostly alright but had gotten clumsier, giddier as the drug kicked in in earnest. At one point he’d tripped over some edge of a root, fallen to his butt on the forest floor, and glowered at the offending bramble with a look of such indignance that Stiles had nearly forgotten the danger, the urge to take a picture he could maybe make his phone, lock screen, and laptop background too strong to resist.

Then Derek had lifted his eyes from the root to Stiles and announced “I am not clumsy” before pushing himself back to his feet, almost tripping over the same root the second he was back upright.

Stiles had hoisted one muscled arm over his shoulder, grunting out an “of course not, big guy,” and Derek had been going downhill on the consciousness spectrum ever since. In fact, Stiles had been pretty sure Derek was entirely unconscious until he’d spoken up. He definitely hadn’t been helping Stiles drag his ass those last four steps or so.

“Wait, dude, did you seriously wake up right now just to tell me I smell bad?” Victory! The key is in the lock, the door is tugging open. “Because if I’m sweaty that’s one hundred percent your fault for making me drag your two hundred pound werewolf hide through the forest.”

Derek’s lips curl against Stiles’ ear, making Stiles realize suddenly that Derek’s close enough for Stiles to feel him against his ear. He flinches back, shoving him at the passenger seat before ducking around to the driver’s side of the Jeep.

When he gets inside, Derek’s managed to pull himself in and tug the door shut, and he’s fumbling with the seatbelt like he remembers it has a purpose but he’s not quite sure what that is.

“You’re stronger than you look,” he says abruptly, head lolling away from the puzzle of the seatbelt. Stiles’ hands freeze on his own. “You look like I could pin you down so easy. Make you twist and squirm.”

He says it like it’s nothing, and Stiles swallows around a sudden dryness in his mouth, his hand clenching on the belt because Derek doesn’t have any clue what he’s saying right now, doesn’t have any idea what his own words are sounding like. If he did…

Derek’s moving suddenly, ducking toward him fast, one hand bracing on the seat just past Stiles’ shoulder, leaning close until Stiles feels Derek’s breath back on his neck.

“You smell even better now.” His voice is a rumble that vibrates straight into Stiles and stays there, rattling around in his chest, his lungs, low in his belly. He feels strangely restless as Derek’s head drops to nuzzle heavily against Stiles’ temple. “God, I’d take you in my mouth right here. I think you’d probably let me.” His free hand goes to rest on Stiles’ chest, right over his rabbiting heart, and he hums softly, his lips grinning again. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Stiles lets out a high, rough noise when Derek’s stubbled jaw ducks to run down the length of his neck, when his mouth opens, wet and warm and shockingly soft against his collar.

“Holy… what the fuck, Derek? Did they dose you with some creepy sex pollen dart or something?”

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#50: “We’d make such a cute couple.”  -Corey Graves.

Thanks to the anon for the request! I hope you like it! 

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