you wound me like few pairings have the ability to do

Aggressive ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: smut !!, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, messy stuff, language, choking, this is just all smut au & sin tbh

summary: handcuffs in bed are nice and kinky but if your boyfriend’s alter ego was spider man, why not try using his web-shooting abilities instead?

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Humans Are Weird - Prosthetics

So, I’ve just binged on a bunch of “Humans are Weird”/”Space Australia” posts and I’ve absolutely fallen in love with the ideas and the concepts, and I figured I’d toss my hat into the ring with something I haven’t seen much (if any) of - Humans with physical disabilities. I’m of the thought that some aliens are like starfish, and can just regrow their limbs after a period of time if lost, and other aliens will retire their crippled to more ‘homely duties’ with assistance by other aliens, or that some aliens will be rid of their crippled in search of a physically strong race.


Zan’via had dealt with humans on their travels before, having even crewed on a few ships with small teams of humans on a few missions. And they could say that they were impressed: while a lot of the stories they had heard were true, there were many more things that he had not heard of but had seen that had left him thoroughly surprised and, in some cases, even somewhat scared.

They never expected to encounter anything like this.

To be fair, all the captain had asked of Zan’via to do was to go retrieve the ship’s head of security (a human that all of the crew referred to as ‘Chief’) for a pre-landing brief. And the Chief’s door was open upon reaching his berthing, so Zan’via didn’t feel the need to knock.

Finding the human with only their underclothes on wasn’t what shocked Zan’via. Seeing half of the human’s left leg on the desk across the room was.

“Christ mate, you should’ve knocked.” The human said with a breath of relief, having been caught by surprise by Zan’via.

“I apologise, Chief, I forgot that your species has reservations about being seen in a state of undress.” Zan’via responded, their eyes still fixed on the limb still resting on the desk top. The human noted this and sighed, reaching over to grab the leg and get it ready to attach onto his body.

“So, what’s up?” ‘Chief’ asked nonchalantly as he undid a few clips on the metal plate just below his knee and started lining up the connectors on the prosthetic limb with the plate.

“The captain has requested your presence on the bridge… what are you doing with your limb?”

“Just putting my leg on for the day.”

“I was not aware that your species had removable limbs…”

“Oh, we don’t. This is a replacement for the one I lost a number of years back.”

“But it looks artificial. I remember reading that humans can survive a number of injuries and heal back remarkably well.” To this, Chief laughed.

“Mate, there’s a difference between recovering from a few broken ribs and a large penetrating wound, and having your leg completely severed from just below the knee. Our bones can reform from breaks and fractures, our skin can seal back up, and some of our organs can and will grow back if we lose parts of them, but we cannot regenerate a large part of our body after an injury like that. And after decades of leaving people crippled after an accident or a defect leaves a person without an arm, or a leg, or a hand, we developed technology that allowed those people to regain their lost ability.” Chief finished clipping his leg on and rotated his ankle around to test functionality. “At first it was just to help people walk and move around, but as time went on, our prosthetic technology advanced to the point where we can replace entire organs without any loss in functionality. Hell, some of the replacement parts we’ve made can even exceed what the human body can do naturally.”

“But why?” Zan’via was still having trouble comprehending exactly why humans would want to do such a thing. Chief shook his head and stood up, beginning to put on the rest of his duty uniform.

“Because we believe that everyone should have the best quality of life, regardless of their circumstances. Just because you don’t have an arm doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to write or fly. Just because you don’t have a leg doesn’t mean you can’t run or jump or dance. Some people lose their limbs in accidents and find life afterwards hard because they can’t do things they once did beforehand. Others are born missing limbs, and never get the chance to do things ‘normal’ people can do. If we can provide a chance for them to live life like the rest of us, then why not?”

“I think I understand… somewhat.” Zan’via’s eyes then locked back onto the now-covered leg, then back up to the Chief’s face. The human could see what his companion wanted to ask next.

“Vee-Bee-Ess-Ess gone wrong, about six years ago. I slipped off a walkway on a Torian cargo vessle and my leg caught between a support beam and a storage container. Combat Medics had to sever my leg to free me. I was in hospital for a couple of months for healing and installation of the neural interface that allows me to move my leg the way I do, then another seven months in rehabilitation to learn how to walk again.” Chief then lifted his leg and rotated his ankle, then set it down and jumped and twisted around. Zan’via watched and just from observing, they could not see any major signs that the human was any different from any normal human. “Now I’m good as new, and have been kicking ass since.”

“I can see.” Zan’via backed up and let the chief pass them through the doorway as the pair made their way to the bridge. “Does it hurt?”

“The pain never really goes away, to be honest. Sometimes it feels like I’ve still got my old leg there, even when the new one isn’t attached. ‘Phantom Limb Syndrome’, they call it. But I manage, I’ve done so for six years so far.” The human then looked to Zan’via, and they could see the glint of determination in the human’s eyes. “If keeping my job and doing what I love meant that I had to have all my limbs fully replaced, then I’d do so in a heartbeat. Nothing can stop a human from a goal, nothing but death.”

Zan’via stood in place as the human continued on towards the bridge, dwelling over what the human had told them. The next chance they got, they would write it down into the ‘notes’ section of the manual in regards to humans.

Vee-Bee-Ess-Ess = VBSS = Visit, Board, Search and Seizure

Healing Tensions*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature - 18+ only
Summary: An enhanced Reader puts her life at risk on a mission and gets injured once again. Steve - her ex-boyfriend - can’t stand this situation anymore and when he cleans her wounds, they take this opportunity to bring back some memories.
Word Count: 3.1k
Genre: General/light angst
Warnings: Some swearing, an injured Reader, mentions of blood and one of alcohol, pretty heavy sexual tension, slight graphic description of the wound and Steve being protective. You know me, so wait till the end and you’ll read something interesting like mild smut.
Author’s Note: It’s set before the events happening in Avengers: Age of Ultron.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Walking out of the brand-new Quinjet in the hangar, the blinding sun, setting in Manhattan’s sky welcomed you as the exhausted Avengers headed towards the same Tower they all lived in. Your main headquarters that Tony had named after your group of heroes since the tragic Tesseract events.

Several out of breaths former S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors waited close to the double doors of the medical bay as some of your teammates approached them whilst Natasha cradled an arm against her chest, the other wrapped around Clint’s shoulder while a bullet hole decorated her bicep.

This had become familiar since S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen and you’d declared a war against Hydra, searching for Loki’s powerful scepter. Yet, when you had gotten used to this ballet- among all these things around you, your mind couldn’t get used to one thing. Or one man.

Steve Rogers. Your ex-boyfriend, a man you’d met when you were a spy, considered as a promising Agent Maria Hill, or even Melinda May. The first time your eyes had crossed, something had happened. You had thought about this cliché several times, but it was real. You shared this unexplainable connection with him and since this moment, you’d never left each other’s side, being close friends who secretly loved each other… and then lovers.

A bit more than a year of love, worries, passion, wounds and sweetness together and you had to stop everything for everyone’s safety. As the policy forbade relationships between co-workers, you’d tried to not let your feelings get in the way, but it had never been easy. Too much had been engaged between you and being together when stability wasn’t the favorite word made you choose to go separate ways in the painful path of romance.

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Starstruck || M

►Character: Vixx’s Leo || You

►Summary: Working at a secluded, confidential, military base,Of course, you would see different weird things,But you didn’t expect to see a hot alien,Demanding for you to follow him back home.

►Genre: Smut; Alien!au

►Word Count: 7 434

► Here is the long awaited alien!vixx for Leo. For new readers, I used his stage name to suit the storyline. Also read the other member version too if you’re intrested. 

► Btw, if you guys have any suggestion on how what kind of plot you want to see for other member, feel free to drop it in my inbox. I have some ideas but I’m not sure about it though lol.

You watched. Stared. Or glared. Through the thick layers of glasses, you watched him. A tall, built figure was strapped on a chair, different wires attached to his body, connected to different monitors around you. His torso was flawless. On his temple there’s a black pattern, decorating them. Hidden from your vision, you knew that there’s the same pattern that ran down his spine. You catch a glimpse of them when the assistants strap him on that chair, stripping off his top to stick the wires on his chest. You were glad that his eyes were closed. But he wouldn’t see you even if they were open since you’re in the observation room protected by thick layers of one-way glass. The man you were glaring holes into, who called himself as Leo, is an alien. The reason you were glaring at him is because he had attempted to kidnap you earlier. You didn’t know how he managed to get in your lab. The first second you heard the blaring siren rang through the base, lights went out leaving you in the soft hue of the emergency lights and the next thing that you know he was standing in front of you, dressed in a black bodysuit and soft blue light glowing from his body. 

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The Adventures of Spidey-Prom!

Seriously it’s probably not healthy how much I love Spiderman!Prompto! I didn’t know I needed it until @destiny-islanders drew the freaking CUTEST art for it. Please check it out. It’s good for the soul, trust me.

Anyway, enjoy this little bit inspired by their art! :D HOPE YOU ENJOY!

This is your costume?”

Ignis’ voice rang almost shrilly in the small apartment complex, but Prompto was far too busy checking out the newest wounds to his body to pay much attention to what the man was saying - instead, he puffed out his chest and propped his hands on his hips, admiring the new slim and toned muscles that stood out starkly in the bad lighting.

“It sure is!” Prompto replied boldly, eyes squinting as pride welled in his chest.

So what if those thugs had landed a few hits and made him look like a bruised potato - he’d totally won in the end.

“It’s a cotton sweatshirt.” Ignis replied flatly, his widened eyes were evidence of his complete horror of the aspect as he held up the tattered garment of clothing.

“It’s not just a sweatshirt,” The blond replied, a small pout forming on his face as spun on his feet to swipe away the bloody clothes. “It’s my identity. Every superhero needs one.” He explained readily, ruffling out the sweater to examine the newest tears and ruffles. “It’s a part of me now.” He dramatically hugged the cloth to his chest, a small smirk forming on the edge of his lips as he thought about his most recent venture -

…that…hadn’t gone…exactly as planned…

But he’d still won!

Prompto could visibly see Ignis roll his eyes from the side, the older man reaching up a hand to adjust his glasses in an exasperated show of exhaustion. “Prompto, do you believe the police simply roll out of bed in the morning and seek out the local gangs in a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt? Their attire consists of at least some sort of protection - a bullet proof vest -”

“Pah -” Prompto interrupted with a scoff, waving a hand in front of him. “Last time I checked, cops can’t climb up freaking walls and lift a car without breakin’ a sweat.” The blond propped his hands on his hips and shot Ignis a wink, which the man returned with a twitch of his eyebrow that Prompto had quickly come to realize was onset to a migraine. “‘Sides,” he waved a hand as he tossed back the article of clothing, “I need my costume to be flexible, ya know - gotta make way for these babies.”

Another eye twitch followed when Prompto flexed his arms in the white tank top he was now donning, though he let out a sharp hiss of pain as he grabbed at his newly bandaged arm.

“How formidable.” Ignis replied dully, shaking his head as he stared down at the sweater.

“So are ya gonna sew it or not? I’m probably gonna need it by tomorrow. Duty calls, ya know.”

Ignis’s hands flopped down in front of him as he stared deadpan at the younger man. “You’re not seriously going to do this again -” Ignis cut himself off as he slapped a hand to his forehead before scrubbing it dramatically down his face. “Prompto - you’ve barely a grasp on your abilities, why on earth you are so eager to get yourself killed!?”

“‘Cause a superhero’s work is never done! It’s like Cor said -” He cleared his throat and straightened up to mimic the man, “With great power comes great responsibility. And uh - I’ve got great power now - so might as well be greatly responsible with it and kick some bad guy butt!”

The sound of the buzzing cars outside the tiny apartment complex was the only sound audible as Ignis’s green eyes bore holes into Prompto’s own, and the young man couldn’t help but fidget nervously under the gaze.

After a moment a long, very Ignis-y sigh escaped from the older man’s mouth, the glasses on his face sliding down slightly as he once again stared at the sweater that might as well have been a piece of trash for all the way that he regarded it.

“I cannot believe you’ve worn this for the last three months and survived.” Green-eyes flashed up to Prompto as he held up the sweater. “You’re either brilliant and sufficient, or incredibly stupid and lucky. My bet is on the ladder.” Almond lips pressed together as he made his way over to the small dresser drawer that held various needles and thread.

“Orrr - just super awesome -”

“Or perhaps an utter moron -”

“Could a moron do this!?

“Do - WHA -”

Ignis’s voice was immediately cut off when Prompto skipped over to where he was and effortlessly braced a hand under his back and on his thighs, effortlessly pushing against them to  lift the man above his head with a loud laugh.

“Howd’ya like that - eh, Ignis!?”

PROMPTO! Put me down this INSTANT!” Was his friend’s immediate retort, the struggle that he was giving against him making Prompto’s arms quiver slightly - but not nearly enough to undo his hold.

Prompto barked out another laugh, keeping his arms locked even as Ignis squirmed above him. “Not such a moron now, huh?”

“Prompto Argentum, I swear to the Astrals if you do not set me down in two seconds -!”

“Alright, alright -”

Prompto heard Ignis yelp slightly when the younger man released his grip entirely, stepping back just enough so that he could catch Ignis in his waiting arms, dodging a swipe to his head before he set the man back down on his feet.

“You ever do such a thing again…” Ignis huffed, shooting him a vicious glare as he straightened out his ruffled sleeves.

The blond chuckled, stepping his way back over to the mirror, “So how’s about it - gonna help me? Wanna be my sidekick?” Prompto chippered as if he hadn’t just lifted the taller, more muscular man like a dumbbell. He rubbed his arm slightly as the slight strain had flared the ache in his bruised muscles.

A scoff followed the remark, “I’ll have to pass, thank you.” Ignis replied with a knowing glare in his direction, but, regardless, proceeded to pick up the needle and thread that was situated on the dresser.

“Whelp - position is open if you ever wanna apply!” Prompto replied with a happy smile, turning back to face the mirror.

He wish he could say that the muscles that he now admired in the mirror before him were from the months of hard work, and to be honest, he had been working hard to improve himself for a while now, but this type of improvement wasn’t exactly his doing.

Three months ago was when everything changed. Everything.

He’d been a scrawny kid three months ago - lacking confidence to approach anyone…especially a certain prince-like classmate of his that he’d admired since grade school. It’s not as though they hadn’t known about each other, and Prompto had managed to muster the courage to say hello and introduce himself on the first day of high school, but it was only recently that he’d felt that they’d made significant strides in their relationship when Prompto finally gained the confidence to make it a point to become his friend - and it was going very well.

Prompto was suddenly very glad that Ignis was focused on sewing the sweatshirt as a noticeable flush crawled up the blond’s neck and face - no wait - his entire body.

He’d decided to return the favor the gods had, for some reason, chosen to give him and fight evil in the world in repayment for this new life he was living - and well…yeah that part needed some work, but he was doing his best! Just tonight he’d managed to stop a robbery of a sweet older lady. The thugs hadn’t seen him coming at all - but, unfortunately, Prompto was still a bit shabby when it came to the fighting…so he’d taken home a few bruises and cuts as souvenirs, but he’d still beat their asses, called the cops, and saved the day.

Though, if it wasn’t for Ignis he probably would be in way worse shape - the man was pretty good at dressing his wounds. Ignis had found out about a week ago who he truly was…how the man was able to see through him he’d never know. Prompto still wasn’t sure he believed Ignis’s reasoning of “you’ve been behaving oddly. It seemed the most likely conclusion” - it was like he just knew. Maybe Ignis had his own spidey-sense - either way, despite that, tonight was the first night that Ignis had seen his outfit -

Psh. Who cared what he thought. His outfit was awesome. And…yeah no one would know that was him…right?

If he kept up like this, trained himself a bit - he was certain he’d become an awesome comic book superhero in no time - how hard could it be?

He shook his head, smiling to himself.

He couldn’t believe he was actually having these thoughts.

Three months ago…yeah - everything had changed.


Three months ago:

Prompto’s hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the large city around him, eyes squinting slightly at the morning sun that shone brightly down upon the research facility. The group of his high school classmates milled around the entrance to the building, waiting for instruction from their teacher, Mr. Weskham, to allow them in to begin the tour of the arachnid center they were about to visit.

To be honest, he didn’t really care too much about that, he was just hoping that a certain friend of his didn’t over sleep the field trip today.

He adjusted his glasses with his hand as he looked around, bouncing excitedly on his feet as the anticipation to get inside chewed at him.

He loved this stuff. He didn’t like spiders too much…but the tech inside was going to blow his mind - he could feel it. Maybe he’d even get a chance to browse one of their computers - maybe log away a few notes for the one that he was currently building himself.

Psh. Noct was right. He really was a technophile.

Ah, speak of the devil.

Prompto chuckled to himself as he briefly saw what must have been a knowing exchange between him and his father as they talked behind the windows of the flashy car, and a second later the door opened and out stepped Noct - also known as the Prince of Insomnia Inc. He saw the young man toss his dad a look over his shoulder as he straightened out his backpack, and it was with a roll of his eyes that he turned back to make his way up the stairs and away from the car.

Prompto was satisfied to see Noct’s face noticeably morph into something softer and - well - less annoyed as he trotted up the stairs. Prompto tossed him a happy wave which Noct returned with a nod.

“Heyaz!” The blond piped cheerily, his heart thudding in a familiar sense of excitement at the sight of the handsome face.

“Hey.” Noct responded with an easy smile, the typical mellowness of his tone somehow sending another spike of adrenaline through his heart.

“Ready to check out some creepy crawlies?” Prompto wiggled his fingers at the dark-haired teen’s face before he adjusted the camera strap around his neck, falling into a steady pace beside Noct as they walked up the stairs.

“I’m more ready to take a nap.”

“Dude, the lecture hasn’t even started yet.”

Noct let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms out on either side of him. “Exactly.”

Prompto chuckled, pausing slightly as he lifted the camera up to his face to snap a picture of the large building.

Field trip day was always interesting, especially when it involved checking out the nastiest things on earth - Prompto hated bugs, hated them. But he couldn’t deny that he was somewhat fascinated by them as well. Just because they were ugly didn’t mean they couldn’t be interesting, and besides, he was more interested in the technology they were bound to see in the research facility.


“Dude…this is the most advanced electron microscope on the Eastern Seaboard…” Prompto’s voice dripped with awe as he stared wide-eyed at the giant device in front of him, his hands fumbling with the camera to snap a few pictures.

“Wow.” Noct mumbled from beside him, clearly disinterested as they followed the voice of the woman ahead of them.

“For example, the delena spider, family sparassidae, has the ability to jump to catch its prey.”

“Eww…” Noct whispered, though his disgust clearly gave way to his curiosity as he leaned forward to observe the spider that the woman was talking about, head tilting as he noticed the little bug do exactly what she described as it jumped from one small twig to the next in its cage.

Prompto chuckled, though he stepped up next to Noct and lifted his camera to his face.

“For the school paper?” Prompto asked, eyes questioning as he looked up at the lecturer.

She offered him a side smile and nodded in permission.

He angled the camera so that he was able to zoom in on the little arachnid - but he grunted when he felt himself shoved from behind, the picture he was about to take snapped a lovely, blurry picture of the small hide instead of the spider.

Prompto furrowed his brows as he looked behind him, noting the obviously satisfied sneer of the blond that stood behind him.


“Leave him alone.” Noct snarled, glaring vehemently at the other blond.

“Or what?” One of Loqi’s lackeys lip curled in challenge.

“Or his father will fire your father.” Loqi sneered, shoving Noct slightly as he got into his face. “What’s daddy gonna do - sue me?”

Prompto almost jumped forward when he noticed Noct’s fist twitch at his side - but he was saved the trouble of holding him back when the dirty-blond was suddenly grabbed by the arm as Mr. Weskham pulled him back, shooting the both of them a harsh glare.

What is going on?” He hissed, glaring at all four of them. When no one answered, his voice darkened in seriousness. “The next person who talks will fail this course. Understood?”  

The four remained silent, but Prompto’s heart skipped a beat when Noct reached behind him and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward and away from the small scene.

“Tsch.” The dark-haired teen scoffed, releasing Prompto’s arm as they made their way around the shelves.

“Those guys are jerks.” Prompto mumbled from beside him, earning a very Noct-like smile in return.

He loved those smiles.

“Yeah.” He mumbled, taking a breath as he looked around them.

Prompto watched as Noct milled around in front of him, bending slightly to look at the small collection of spiders that were neatly stacked in the plastic caging. “Yuuuucckkk…”

Prompto chuckled at the noise, but lifted his camera regardless. “Hey -”

Noct turned to face him, eyebrow quirking when he noticed the camera.

“I need one with a student in it.” Violet-blue eyes sparkled when Noct smiled, making a show of adjusting his tie.

“Don’t make me look ugly.” Noct said, eyes half-lidded with a small smirk as he propped an arm up on the small shelf.

Prompto could feel the heat bloom in his cheeks as he chuckled smally, looking shyly down at his camera as he readied it. “Oh, that’s impossible.” He almost hoped Noct hadn’t heard him, but the smile that his friend gave was evidence enough that he had. “Alrighty…” The blond stepped back slightly, angling the camera by his blushing face so that he captured a good view of the microscope and various arachnids with Noct by the side.

Prompto chuckled as Noct smiled easily for the shot, and he clicked the camera several times to snap the picture. “Alriiigghhhttt -” The blond’s face lit up in another bright smile as Noct posed again, pointing to the various spiders next to him. He knew the pictures he was taking now weren’t necessarily of the spiders or microscope…

Heh. These ones didn’t necessarily have to be in the school paper…

“Argentum! Caelum!”

Prompto and Noct’s head whipped over to where Weshkham stood, arms folded against his chest. They could see the rest of the class a good distance ahead of them.

Noct shot Prompto a look before he reluctantly moved ahead, and Prompto rapidly scrambled to put the cover back on the lens before he made to follow -


The liquid fire pain that shot through Prompto’s hand in that instant was enough to send him stumbling back as his hand whipped back from the sudden, intense pain that tore through it. His face contorted into shock as he grasped at his hand, looking down to see a red circle surrounding white, blotchy skin - with two small dots in the center. His heart beat rapidly as he looked down at the ground - just in time to see a tiny spot of an oddly colored spider scramble away underneath a nearby shelf.

“Shit…” He breathed, brows pinching as the pain circling the bite mark dulled to something hot and numb.

“Chop, chop, Prompto!”

The blond’s head whipped up as he saw Noct a small ways away from him, waving him over with a patient smile.

He waved his hand once, hoping that it would alleviate some of the pain, but Noct’s smile was drawing him forward, and he donned an easy smile as he skipped his way towards his friend -

Doing his very best to ignore the sickening feeling pooling in his stomach and the small pain that was trickling up his arm.

Little did he know that from that moment on, his destiny had completely changed.

Hope you guys enjoyed! I LOVED WRITING THIS! SO MUCH FUN - thank you again to @destiny-islanders for making such awesome art - really made my day. :D

Stay tuned for more adventures with Spidey-Prom! :D


AN: First time I’m actually writing in forever. Be nice please lol! goddamn. Kinda intense I guess. Set in Season 5. Requested: “My name is Violet! Can I have a Theo imagine where I’m Jackson’s sister, and Theo’s the bad boy thats good only for you type of thing? And like, its kinda like Lydia and Aidan’s relationship but a happy ending? Angstyish please!” PAIRED WITH Theo prompt request- “Because then you might just have to admit that you like me.”

Kiss me on the mouth and set me free

Sing me like a choir

I can be the subject of your dreams

Your sickening desire

Don’t you want to see a man up close?

A phoenix in the fire

God damn whoever created Theo Raeken, you thought with a groan as the chimera in question leaned against the locker beside yours, a smirk hanging off his lips as he ran a hand through his infuriatingly perfect hair.

“In a rush, Whittemore?” He asked you, raising an eyebrow as he noted you furiously throwing books into your bag. His gaze strayed towards the brilliant purple bruises peeking out from underneath the collar of your tight grey turtleneck- souvenirs of the night you’d spent together- and you indignantly tugged your collar up as a mischievous grin lit up his face.

He cursed his regenerative abilities for healing the marks you had left on him too quickly…

“To get away from you? Absolutely.” You answered with a snort, not yet deigning to look at him. There was a sharp laugh from down the hall, and you huffed as you realized Liam was listening to your conversation. Ever since Theo had expressed an interest in you in the beginning of the year, the pack had been vigilant in keeping an eye on you at all times. 

What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them…

A look of mock-hurt crossed over his too perfect features, and he raised a hand to where his heart lie as if he was wounded. There was a teasing glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed the theatric you two were putting on far too much. “That hurt, Vi.”

Correction, Raeken. You need a heart for that, and I’m under the impression that you don’t have one.” You answered dryly, a glimmer of true iciness in your tone, and you continued to ignore the prying eyes of those in the hall as they watched you mercilessly tear into Theo. As the sister of Jackson Whittemore, you’d been subjected to the attention of nearly all of Beacon Hills’ male population, and they’d seen you harshly reject more than a few boys who thought you were shallow enough to fall for their games. Why would Theo Raeken be any different?

In all honesty, you had no clue.

Since he’d returned to Beacon Hills, Theo had been relentless in his pursuit of you. Not fully trusting the omega yet powerless when faced with his blinding smile and shameless flirting, you’d quickly fallen into a relationship that nearly mirrored that of Lydia and Aiden’s the year prior. It was all makeout sessions in empty classrooms and the back of the library, completely and totally a secret from the rest of your pack. This little scene was merely a ploy to throw the pack off your trail, but you knew you couldn’t keep something like this a secret for too long…

Which is why you were ending this little affair today. Sure, you wished Theo and the entire relationship could be different, but some things were just out of your hands, and you valued your pack far more than… whatever Theo was, really.

Ouch.” Theo smiled at you, curiosity in his eyes as he caught the bite in your words. “What makes you think that?”

“You’ve never given me a reason to believe otherwise, Raeken.” You turned to him with a pointed look, something akin to frustration and exhaustion in your vibrant green eyes. 

“Let me prove you wrong.” He answered quickly, a sly and self satisfied expression on his face as he gently took the hand you’d been resting on your locker door, letting his lips graze across your knuckles with a smirk. Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart clenched as you wondered whether any seemingly heartfelt gesture the boy had shown you was sincere. “Can I take you out tonight?”

“No, you can’t take me out tonight.” You answered immediately, ripping your hand out of his grasp with a forced smile. “In fact, you can take me out never.”

“I’m sure you need some time to rethink it.” He shot you that damned half smirk, and it took all of your strength to keep your heart beat steady.

“Don’t take it personally, T… Actually please do take it personally. You’re sort of an asshole.” You directed a bright, sarcastic smile his way before closing your locker door, turning on your heel, and strutting off in the opposite direction.

“You’ll change your mind!” He called after you as you turned, walking backwards with a smirk on your face.

“When hell freezes over.” You mock saluted him, turning back around and rolling your eyes as Liam fell into step beside you.

“That can be arranged!” He grinned, resting back against the locker as he watched you stride off with effortless grace and poise. 

Damn, if only you knew what you did to him…

So kiss me on the mouth and set me free

But please don’t bite

You sighed as you rested your head in your hands, exhausted from attempting to conquer the stack of homework before you and more than a little annoyed at the chimera sitting across the library from you. 

His presence was incredibly distracting, and the smirks he’d been sending your way certainly weren’t helping. Even now, as your eyes peered up from your hands, you noted his gleaming eyes trained intently on you and a brilliant smile on his face. 

Damn him.

Truthfully, you didn’t know what drew you to the chimera. All you knew was that he was frustratingly gorgeous and you hated whatever it was that made your heart beat faster whenever he was around.

“Can I help you?” You called across the library dryly, knowing the librarian had already left for lunch and you were relatively alone with Theo.


“More like how can I help you, babygirl?” He shot back, that damned smirk toying on his lips. You cursed yourself internally for acknowledging his presence, knowing it would only end with you even more frustrated than before.

“And what on earth do you mean by that, Raeken?” You retorted disinterestedly as your rose from your seat, a book in your arms detailing a greek myth you’d grown rather intrigued by as of late.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me, Violet.” He whispered huskily in your ear, his sudden appearance behind you sending a surprised jolt through your body. A strong hand rested on your waist as you reached up to retrieve a book, which he collected easily with his free hand and placed in your grasp. “And don’t lie. You may be able to fool everyone else, but I know.”

You whirled around in his arms, chin raised defiantly as he backed you against the bookshelf. His left hand rested on the bare skin that had been exposed by your top rising slightly, and his right was placed on the shelf beside your head, trapping you in his arms.

(You hated yourself for the way your heart started to race faster and the blush that was surely making its way to your face)

“Look, we can’t do this anymore, Raeken.” You sighed tiredly, noting the surprise that flickered in his eyes. “I can’t keep a secret like this from my pack. It’s tiring, and they don’t trust you-”

“Do you trust me?” He challenged, enjoying the way your heartbeat skipped and breathing hitched as he slid his hand a little higher up on your waist. Damn, did he love the way your felt in his arms. He leaned in, lips hovering over your ear. “Huh, babygirl?”

“Why does it matter if I do, when the people I trust the most don’t? Besides, you know it’s not that simple.” You replied with a raised eyebrow, raising your hands up to rest on his chest. His heartbeat thudded erratically beneath your touch, and the hint of a genuine smile played on your lips. “Looks like you do have a heart after all, Raeken.”

A real smile, albeit a sad one, replaced his smirk, and you watched in concealed awe as he visibly softened. Your skin tingled where his fingertips lay, and the hand he’d been resting on the shelf moved to gently caress your face. “It could be that simple.”

Your heartbeat thudded erratically as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his lips gently pressing against yours. You found yourself unable to push him away, far too intoxicated by his touch. He bit down softly on your bottom lip, and you dropped the book he’d given you as your hands moved to entangle themselves in his hair.

Stiles’ distinct voice rang through the library, and you suddenly realized the compromising position you and Theo were in. You quickly pulled back, sighing as you shook your head at the look of confusion in Theo’s eyes. You ducked underneath Theo’s arms, shooting an apologetic look his way.

“Nothing is ever simple in Beacon Hills, T.”

You can coax the cold right out of me

Drape me in your warmth

The rapture in the dark puts me at ease

The blind eye of the storm

Let’s go for a walk down Easy Street

Where you can be reborn

You slugged down another shot, the deafening music fading to a dull roar around you as the alcohol momentarily dulled your senses.

You groaned as the sensation faded and your ears were attacked yet again with the awful music, and you cursed your supernatural inability to get hammered and Brett for dragging you here yet again.

“Wingman duties again?” Hayden asked with a playful sympathetic smile as she placed another shot in front of you, and you laughed at your current state of misfortune.

Sadly.” You responded, eyeing the neon colored shot glass wistfully. “Brett has bad taste in both men, women, and clubs.”

Hayden laughed, a loud, cheerful sound that brought a smile to your face. She was a sweet girl, and didn’t belong working in a seedy club like Sinema. Truthfully, you supposed it was less of a club and more of a beacon for underage drinkers and trouble.

Speaking of trouble, you thought as a familiar blue eyed boy took a seat next to you at the bar and sent a longing look your way. “What an unpleasant surprise. Theo, meet the lovely Hayden Romero, and Hayden, meet Trouble.”

You grinned at the girl, downing your shot before slipping her a few twenties and sliding off your bar stool, not missing the grateful smile she sent you. “Trouble, I think I’m in the mood to dance.” You declared, before turning to look at Hayden. “If you need a ride or if someone messes with you, Romero, you let me know.”

You winked at her, grabbing Theo’s arm as you moved towards the crowded dance floor. “Funny seeing you here. Following me now, Raeken?”

“Nothing you can prove.” He responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You look good, babygirl.” He placed his hands on your back and pulled you closer to him, and you began to sway to the music. His close proximity reminded you of a similar position you’d been in with him just hours ago in the library, and you involuntarily shivered.

“Touché.” You replied in a whisper, your hands moving up to rest themselves on the back of his neck. Your breath caught in your throat as Theo leaned down to whisper in your ear, and you internally cursed him.

You know, that dress would look even better on my floor.” He teased in a deep, husky voice. You shivered again, and he pulled you so that your chest was pressed against his.

“And it would look fabulous shoved down your windpipe.” You breathed out, already feeling what little was left of your willpower begin to crumble.

Damn him.

“Sounds kinky. Didn’t know you were into that kind of thing, Vi.” Theo smirked down at you, a determined look in his eyes as his hands moved to grip your hips.

“Guess you don’t know that much about me after all.” You shrugged, turning to grind against him as you continued to sway to the beat of the music.

His hands roamed your hips, pulling you closer and closer to him as he trailed slow, teasing kisses along your shoulder and up your neck from behind you. “I know you better than anyone, Vi.”

“Is that so?You questioned breathlessly as he forcefully turned you around and nodded at you, that same heartbreakingly damning smirk on his lips.

 “And I think you’re afraid to say that you know me better than anyone too.” Theo challenged, his large hands moving to caress your face.

“Now why would I be afraid of that?” You retorted, moving so that your hands were entangled in his perfectly mussed dark hair.

His beautiful eyes were trained intently on your own, as if you were the only person in the room. “Because then you might just have to admit that you like me.”

And then his lips were on yours, and you could barely keep your thoughts straight enough to curse him for knowing you so well after all.

And kiss me on the mouth and set me free

But please, don’t bite

The next morning, you found yourself tucked into Theo’s arms, in Theo’s bed, with Theo’s shirt on.


He was warm as always, his muscled arms wrapped around you and attempting to pull you closer instinctually as you adjusted yourself to look at him properly.

Propped up on one arm, you gently traced the features of his face- his strong, pronounced jawline, his sharp cheekbones, his soft, pouty lips, his brow bone, his nose…

He was truly beautiful, you thought to yourself, with features so perfect that he could only have been sculpted by the gods themselves. He looked almost innocent when he was sleeping- so peaceful, so undisturbed by the world around them.

“That tickles.” Theo murmured softly, voice raspy. He slowly peeked open his blue eyes to look at you, framed by long, dark lashes, and you wondered how the devil himself could look so goddamn angelic.

“Sorry.” You smiled gently at him, moving to pull your hand back.

“No, it feels nice.” Theo protested, his hand placing your hand back on his cheek. He smiled sleepily at you, leaning further into your touch. 

“You look so beautiful like that.” Theo stated simply as your hand traced his cheekbone.

“Like what?” You asked softly, giggling as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you on top of his bare chest.

“Like this. No makeup on, no worries. All sleepy and smiling. With me, in my arms. I could spend the rest of my life waking up to this.” He smiled up at you softly.

“Don’t toy with me, Theo.” You sighed, your hands resting on his chest. “It’s not funny.”

“Toy with you?” Theo asked, grabbing your hands on his chest. “Vi, you’re not a game to me. This was never a game.”

“Then what is this, Theo?” You asked in confusion, moving off of him as you jumped out of the bed. He shot out of the bed after you, clearly unfazed by the fact that he was in nothing but a thin pair of briefs, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“I don’t think you get it, Vi. I like you. I maybe could even love you, if you gave me the chance to.” He explained, the stark honesty in his eyes throwing you off guard.

“Excuse me if I don’t believe this!” You half-yelled, half-laughed in frustration. “If you liked me so much, then why all the games with my pack? Why all the lying? How do I know what anything you’re saying is true right now, and not just another elaborate scheme? Why the trouble?”

“Because I’m trying to keep you safe!” He screamed.

You froze.

“Look, Vi.” Theo whispered, taking your hands in his gently. What could’ve been tears were pooling in his eyes, a certain air of vulnerability surrounding him. “I love you- I do. There, I said it. I love you so much that it physically pains me every time I watch you leave. And I’m doing whatever whatever I can to keep you safe- to keep as much danger as I can away from you. And if that means playing games with your pack, if it means keeping the doctors busy and uninterested in you, if it means putting myself in the line of fire, then goddamn it, I am going to do it. I cannot lose you, Vi.”

There were tears streaming down your face as you choked down a sob, Theo softening even further as he gently brushed the tears from your face.

“I know you don’t know whether to believe me or not.” He whispered, taking your face in his hands. “I haven’t given you much reason to trust me. But I have never meant anything more in my life when I say that I love you, Violet.”

“I love you too, damn it.” You choked out through the tears as you punched him in the chest. “I hate you so much, but I can’t stop loving you.”

Theo grabbed your hands before you could hit him again, pulling you into him and capturing your lips in a kiss so intense that your head spun.

He released your hands to grasp your hips, your own hands moving to roam his chest. He moaned into the kiss, pulling back to whisper against your lips. “I love you.” He continued to whisper every so often, pushing you against the wall.

“I love you.”

Aah, I’m pulling on your heart to push my luck

Aah, cause who’s got any time for growin’ up?

“I love you.” Theo whispered in the middle of the night, lips pressed against your shoulder. You sighed contentedly in your sleep, moving closer to the warmth beside you.

It was true- Theo loved you more than anything in this world. But he had meant what he said when he was going to do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe. To protect the one light in his life from the darkness that had consumed the rest of it.

And as he reluctantly slipped out of your arms, smiling slightly at the frown that overtook your lovely features, he promised you that he would never, ever let anything happen to you.

Even if it meant you learning to hate him.

But you would never hate the blue eyed boy- even if he brought down the rest of the world to keep you safe. You couldn’t.

That bit of darkness in Theo knew that you couldn’t- latched on to the fact that no matter what he did his quest to keep you safe, in his mad venture for power, that so long as your pack remained safe, you would always be there at the end of the night. You would always kiss away the pain, the darkness, the anger.  

Theo slipped out of his room, out of his house, into his truck, and began driving to the doctor’s lair across town. The radio had been left on your favorite station- the song you’d always hum just beginning. Theo smiled as he pulled out of his driveway, knowing that in just a few hours, he’d be back in your arms and you’d be none the wiser. After all, the devil never really could earn his way back into heaven.

You were the devil’s very own angel- his sole weakness.

And Theo Raeken was, as he always had been, the fault in your stars.


a/n: asdfghjkl ok so I actually had a request for vampire bap but didn’t realize until I was done writing that I somehow wrote a werewolf au instead so .. sorry for that, anon, but vamp!bap & big bang will be coming soon ;;


  • One of the best werewolf leaders of all time. Other clans praise and admire him for his leadership, his ability to lead his pack through every conflict and issue and come out stronger on the other end.
  • He’s admired for other things too, apart from his leadership, such as his looks. While he puts his pack first, he sees no issue with fooling around when he has time. There are many wolves who would give their lives for a night with him.
  • And despite all these handsome and beautiful wolves, the one person who’s truly captured his attention is .. you. A human.
  • After being injured in a fight, Yongguk passed out in wolf form and when you found him, you feared for his life and tended to the wolves wounds .. Only to watch in shock as the wolf shifts into a human.
  • When he’s conscious, he’s shocked to have been looked after by you. And would have killed you for finding out his secret if you hadn’t shown him such kindness and saved his life.
  • But he can’t just let you walk free.
  • Instead, he takes you to his pack and you become a healer, and their inside person for the humans. You can walk freely through the town and grocery shop for them when the hunters kill off too much game.
  • He begins to spend his free time not in the sheets with other wolves, but talking to you, walking through the woods with you. He tells you his story, opens up about his thoughts and is flattered when you call him poetic.
  • “There’s nothing beautiful about my life. I have to either kill or get killed .. It’s the only way there is.”
  • Because of this, he’s afraid to bring you into his inner circle. If an enemy discovers his soft spot for you, it could lead to endangering your life.
  • So he settles instead for loving you from afar. Although he longs to claim you as his, this is the best way to keep you safe …

Originally posted by bangstrgram


  • As the motherly figure and voice of reason to the pack, he’s sometimes known to nag. Although he does this out of concern and love, he can sometimes rub the new pack members the wrong way. They think he’s trying to challenge Yongguk’s position as Alpha when that’s the last thing he wants.
  • Rumour spreads within the lower ranks and they come up with an ingenious plan, to earn themselves in Yongguk’s good books; They’re going to get rid of Himchan once and for all.
  • You happen to stumble upon the group of “puppies” surrounding Himchan and leap to his defense. While he is already strong alone, he does appreciate that you would help … that you understand he’s only trying to look out for everyone when he nags.
  • He begins to spend more time with you after this.
  • You both read books and hunt together. He takes you to his favourite meadow, where he goes to think and relax.
  • The love blossoms naturally, over a few months. It’s a mutual love that is supported by everyone. When he finally asks you out, he almost doesn’t need to. The feelings you had were so clear, that words were not needed. But he still wants to confess, to voice his feelings.
  • “I never thought I would place anyone above my own pack but then .. I met you. And I would follow you to Hell and back, if you let me.”

Originally posted by bapassion


  • This ray of sunshine spreads so much positivity and warmth wherever he goes.
  • You both grew up together, in the same pack. When Yongguk came and offered you two a place in his, you both were sad to leave but knew you wouldn’t regret taking up his offer. He saw potential in you both. And it’s like a two for one offer; you get one, you get the other.
  • You’re still allowed to visit your own pack and family members, as Yongguk has faith you won’t reveal secret information he’ll kill you if you do.
  • And somehow, during your years together, you fell in love. You can’t pinpoint when or how. But you know you don’t regret it.
  • “Dae, I really love you.”
  • “I know, you’ve been telling me that since we were kids.”
  • “No, I mean, I love you.
  • He smiles. “Didn’t I just say that I already knew? Even a blind man can see how you look at me. But don’t be so embarrassed .. I look the same way at you too.”

Originally posted by daehnii


  • You have been “enemies” since you two were small pups. He’s been in all your training classes, trying to compete and outsmart you. You’re often paired up for tasks too, since your abilities complement each other. Too bad your personalities don’t or so you think.
  • Every second you spend together is spent bickering and disagreeing and fighting. It’s never been serious, really, no injuries or fist fights. His bark is worse than his bite, as they say. But it’s still frustrating to listen to him all the time.
  • Whoever he dates, he tries to flaunt to you.
  • So you do likewise.
  • It’s a constant game of cat and mouse.
  • Until one day, out of nowhere, he kisses you.
  • “W - what was .. !?”
  • “Don’t act so confused. We all knew this moment would come .. So dump your ugly mutt of a wolf and date me instead. You know you’ve always wanted to.”

Originally posted by ssonqs-archived


  • He’s a master deceiver. Despite his innocent nature and cute looks, he can be cunning when he wants to be.
  • You first meet when he joins your pack. He spends weeks getting to know everyone, fitting in, and growing comfortable. You sense a soft nature from him that you long to protect. So you, most of all, make an effort to make him feel welcomed.
  • …..
  • Until he betrays you.
  • Your pack wakes up one morning, under attack by Yongguk’s pack. They’re vicious and ruthless and standing among them .. is Jongup.
  • He saves your life, telling Yongguk that you would be useful to them, and become the sole survivor of the pack you grew up with.
  • Hurt and disgusted, you avoid him with a passion. And if he corners you, you do all you can to hurt him. To save your own life, you don’t dare run away or try to fight the other members. But you know that Jongup will defend you from Yongguk’s wrath, arguing that he deserves your insults and hits.
  • Because he does.
  • “I know that infiltrating your pack was bad. And I only did so on orders. While that was a lie, the rest of me wasn’t. All that time we spent together, all those things I told you, that time we kissed .. I meant all of it. I don’t expect you to forgive me. But can you at least give me a chance?”

Originally posted by missbaptan


  • You’d always thought he was cute, since you were both kids. He had cute cheeks and was so smol and soft and you just wanted to protect him. Your parents took you on a task with them, that lasted a few weeks and when you returned, the smol pup you once called Junhong was gone.
  • In his place was a giant.
  • “What did .. What did you eat when I was gone!?”
  • While the innocent boy you once knew was gone, you found that you didn’t much mind. He had matured while you were gone only a little, he’s still bratty at times and you found it charming.
  • You were hunting for rabbits together one day when he blurts out; “So, when are you going to finally say it?”
  • “Say what?”
  • “That you think I’m hot and always have.”

Originally posted by kekemato


A Loki Laufeyson x Reader Fic Request

Request Fic based off of this post for @kimistry27 (I hate the fact your damn tag won’t tag!!)  Hope it’s everything you were looking for!!

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader  |  Word Count: 2696
Warnings: Implied sexual conquest, mostly fluff


“Yes, pet?” the God of Mischief, book open in his lap asked distractedly, not bothering to look up from whatever history of whatever world he’d currently engrossed himself in.

“Can I,” you hesitated, swallowing to wet your throat. The hesitation had those blue green eyes lifting to peer at you intently, your discomfort finally gaining his attention. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, darling.” Holding out his hand, he beckoned you closer with a crook of his fingers.

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Nothing To Fight For || Park Jimin

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst

It had been almost twenty fours hours since you had last heard from him, and you were starting to get worried. There had never been something like this before where you had to wait this long for a response from Jimin. You had tried calling him, tried texting him and texting the others but not a single person was calling you back. You were about ready to rip your hair out of your head as you paced around the penthouse apartment you shared with your boyfriend and his friends.

When you had first originally started dating Jimin and he told you that he was apart of one of the biggest gangs in Korea, you were entirely against it. You had told Jimin to stop contacting you as you didn’t want to be involved in that life. There was not a single part of you that even wanted to be associated with him after that. But somehow over time Jimin had managed to win you over. 

It brought you to where you were now, waiting for him to come home after a deal he had been worrying about like crazy these last few days. Seeing him pace and worry about something like this was new to you as you hadn’t seen Jimin act like this since you had first started dating. You took a deep breath and ran another hand through your hair, trying to ignore the fear that was still trying to creep into the edges of your nerves.

Everything would be okay, you told yourself.

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Wordless Apologies

Fandom: Star Trek AOS.
Leonard McCoy X female reader.
Prompt: “We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work.  Or waffles, friends and work.  But work has to come third.”  “What? Does that feel good?”
Word Count: 1497.
Rating: Teen+.
Genre: Fluff.
Summary: you’re desperate to get out of med bay after an away mission gone wrong lands you in quarantine, and while you’re peeved at Leonard for keeping you hostage in isolation for so long, he’s got a plan to making it up to you.
Author’s Note: Written for @atari-writes s birthday challenge.  Late to the party, as usual, but I did it! Happy extremely belated birthday, darlin’, and I hope you like this!

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

Wordless Apologies

We have to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work,” you placate, watching Leonard as he hovers over you with a dermal regenerator.  “Or waffles, friends, and work – but work has to come third.”

Leonard’s expression doesn’t lift in the slightest and you know your attempt at jest is for naught – he’s still too wound up after an extended period of loss of radio contact between you and the Enterprise.  The away mission you’d gone on, leaving him back on the bridge, had been successful, even if you’d collected a few cuts and scrapes in the processes.  And potentially been exposed to a deadly pathogen carried by some of the hostages your security team had rescued.  The hostages were being tended to by Dr. M’Benga and the nurses and debriefed by the captain and Mr. Spock, and you had the great misfortune of having your boyfriend the CMO’s undivided attention.

“You could have died,” Leonard mutters as he sets the regenerator aside and leans in to inspect the faint discolored line left over from where a phaser bolt had grazed your side.  “You could still be dying – we don’t know what this virus’ incubation period is.  You might not show symptoms for days or weeks, and until we know more, you’re stuck in here.”

Your eyes linger on the pale blue shimmer of the isolation field that’s been generated around you since all of the ship’s proper isolation rooms are in use by those who are actively ill and contagious.

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Imagine for @anilcia

Originally posted by queerauradon

Pairing: Uma x Harry x Gil x Reader

Word Count: 2,517

A/N: I had so much fun writing this :) Hope you like it. Most of it’s under the cut because it got long

“What the hell did you say to me?” The guy growls in your face.

You’re big mouth was always getting you into trouble, mostly because you wanted it to, because getting into fights was something to do on the Isle. Fighting was something your brother had taught you, the act of stamping down submission and punching back with all your might. Now, staring at the guy who had you pinned to the wall, the small spark of submissiveness still inside you was stamped out consciously.

“I said,” Your eyes burn with anger, the stupid anger that leads to your stupid bravery, “You’re a fuckwit,” You spit in the guy’s face, “Who punches like a girl.”

Thats the cataclysm for the guy to drop you, swinging his arm around to deck you. You duck, and kick him in the knees before brining your own knee up. He doubles over.

“This is the Isle of the Lost you idiot,” You hiss, “Physical intimidation works about as well as the tv’s here.”

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In A Moment Ch. 6

An Avengers Series

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 2270

Warnings: 18+, slight smut. Mentions of oral (female receiving), m/m smut. Angst, mentions of torture, blood and some fluff.

A/N: I apologize in advance for this chapter.

Prologue - One - Two - Three - Four - Five


Originally posted by ariesw1493


You could hear screaming.

You opened your eyes slowly. There was blood on your shirt and pants. You went to lift your hand to find out where it was coming from but found you couldn’t move your arms.

Lifting your head, you discovered you were bound in some machine. Your wrists were clasped in iron cuffs on each arm of the chair, while an iron band was holding your torso in place.

Why couldn’t you remember how you got here?

The screaming had stopped. Now you could hear men talking to each other in Italian. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying through the steel door.

You tried to conjure your ability. You centered what very little energy you had, but the purple vapor wouldn’t appear. When you felt like you were going to pass out, you quit trying. What was going on?

The heavy metal door opened in front of you and men in black suits started to file through. The last man to walk in was cleaning blood off a knife.

“I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up,” the man with the knife said, voice heavily accented. “I thought that maybe we pushed a little too hard on that brain of yours.”

You watched as he walked next to the machine you were strapped in. He typed something into the keyboard in front of the monitor before turning the screen to you.

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just peter, the rain, and his thoughts of you

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pairing: peter parker x reader

synopsis: it’s a rainy day and peter mourns over the reader’s death whilst recalling its events

warnings: a n g s t, death

word count: 1.5 k

a/n: heavily based on the song rain by KNK (English translation). it’s my first shot at angst so please excuse if it gets a bit cheesy in the middle. also, I wrote this at like midnight so sorry for any grammatical errors.

a/n 2.0: btw italicized words = thoughts or flashback

The overhead skies perfectly reflected Peter’s mood as his dull eyes, lacking their youthful luster, gazed at the city on the very rooftop he had taken you on when you had discovered his super-hero identity. Cold pellets of rain poured onto his lone figure yet he couldn’t find it in himself to seek shelter or even care the slightest bit about his health. It wasn’t as if he’d felt alright in a long time anyways, so what was the point of worrying about catching some cold? Numbness was all he felt on the inside yet his tear ducts betrayed him as a constant flow of tears streamed down his face, mingling with the rain drops that found their way onto his skin.

‘I wish you were here. I wish I had been there with you when it happened. I wish I was half the hero you made me believe I was (Y/N).’ His thoughts ran rampant with alternate scenarios- making his heart clench even more with his loss. It had already been a few weeks yet Peter knew for certain that your death left a wound on him that would never fully heal.

“You sure you’re alright, (Y/N)? No strange guys looking at you or anything?” Peter’s concerned voice rang through your phone as you rolled your eyes.

“No Peter. If there was, I would have told you and you would have already knocked him out by now,” you replied with a light-hearted tone. You were just grabbing some coffee from the café down the street from where you lived to get through a project you procrastinated on. Peter was doing the same thing, so he resorted to just being on the phone with you to ensure your safety.

He chuckled at your jab towards him and was about to retort when the sound of a car horn blared through his phone speakers followed by the screech of tires. Peter was acutely aware of his heartbeat as he waited for you to say something on the phone about crazy drivers. After a few moments, he feared the worst.

“(Y-Y/N)? You there?” There was an undeniable shake to his voice while his hand’s grip on the phone tightened considerably. A few more moments passed before your breathy voice broke through the silence on the other side of the line.

“H-hey Pete…”

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? What happened?” His questions fired in rapid succession.

A strangled cough.

“… I’m not sure if I could finish that project after all…”

Cold dread settled at the pit of Peter’s stomach as he connected the dots. Abruptly, he got up from his desk and hastily put on his Spider-Man suit with his phone still pressed to his ear.

“Babe no. Don’t say that. I’m on my way right now just hang on.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but it trembled near the end of his statement. Uncle Ben’s loss was one he had barely recovered from. How was he going to be if you left him too? When the only thing left of you would be the memories you two shared? His eyes prickled with tears that threatened to be spilled, but he forced them down to focus on the matter at hand: getting to you. The suit was finally on and he wasted no time with jumping out of his window. It would have normally been a struggle for him to use his motor skills with only one hand available, but sheer desperation made up for what he lacked ability-wise.

“You know I love you. Right, Peter?” Your voice seemed so frail now, soft but full of tenderness that gave it a sort of strength as well.

“Of course I do (Y/N). I love you so so much too, so please- hang on for me.”

Every intake of your breath was heard by Peter through the phone, but each inhale was getting shallower and shallower. Peter muttered obscenities under his breath as he wished that he lived closer to you.

“(Y/N) darling, did you see anyone call an ambulance for you or anything? I don’t want you to be risking your life just to talk with me.”

“…mm? Yeah… I’m not too far from the café so the employees saw me… they think I’m crazy talking on the phone like this.” A laugh drifted out of you before it was cut off by more rounds of coughing, each one weaker than the last.

“(Y/N) please don’t die on me now. I swear I’m almost there.”

“I’m not sure if I can promise that right now Peter…”

“No! Please…” he rounded the corner to be met with a horrific scene. There was no sign of the car that hit you - a hit and run - and Peter would have tried to track down the driver had you not been in such a state. Your body was still as it lay in a pool of the crimson liquid flowing out of it. Peter ended the call and ran over to you, cradling you in his arms as he examined your figure and not giving a single damn that blood was getting onto his suit.

“(Y/N)…” he choked out as he saw the extent of the damage the car left. He took off his mask, not caring that his identity may be revealed. The only thing that mattered ro him right now was you. The darkness of the night obscured the bruises that were definitely there but the amount of blood he felt on his fingertips gave him a clear image. He would have tried to get you to the hospital himself had you not been bleeding so profusely.

“Peter…” your hand shakily rested on his cheek whilst said boy held it there, holding it as if it was his own lifeline.

“Yes (Y/N) I’m here.”

“I’m so glad that I got to see your face… to have you be physically here with me… gosh, I don’t want to leave you here like this… I still haven’t done a lot of stuff yet… graduate, go to (college of choice), hopefully get married with you…” You fought your own tears as you realized you wouldn’t be able to experience such joys. You weren’t even embarrassed that you basically admitted to wanting to spend the rest of your life to him. Peter could feel himself feel both warm and bitter at your revelation. He was thinking the same thing, but he didn’t think that you would admit it to each other like this.

“Me too (Y/N). I wanted to experience that and more with you. As both Spider-Man and my ordinary self, I know our relationship hasn’t been exactly the most normal, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve stuck by my side through thick and thin and I just- in this roller coaster called life, I wanted you to continue being my rock, my partner, my love.” He rested his forehead against yours, trying to memorize the feel of your skin on his before it was much too late.

“I guess life really is unpredictable…” with the last of your strength, you used your hand on his cheek and maneuvered it towards the back of his head, pulling it downwards so your lips touched for the final time.

The tenderness of your love for each other, grief for the future that could have been, and an unspoken goodbye was fervently displayed in those moments that would be deeply embedded into your hearts for the rest of your lives- your end approaching fast.

“I love you, Peter Parker. Continue protecting our home for us, eh?” That said, your eyes finally fluttered to a close, body falling limp in Peter’s arms.

“It’s not home without you, (Y/N), but I’ll try my best.” Furiously wiping the tears in his eyes, he reluctantly slipped his mask on as the sound of the ambulance arrived far too late.

As the events replayed in his mind, his heartstrings tugged painfully and an anguished cry erupted from his throat. Peter’s eyes squeezed shut - in pain, to shield himself from the rain or the world; he wasn’t entirely sure - while his hand clenched before weakly pounding on the rooftop floor.

He listened to your voicemails every night, kept the picture of him and you as his lock screen although it pained him, and held your favorite sweater close to remember your scent until he committed it to memory.

He didn’t care if it was pathetic or clingy.

He just wanted you back, but he was certain, as true as rain fell from the sky, his chaste wish would never come true.

The world continued moving and Peter would eventually do so as well. Until then however, the rain was his sole companion that truly knew the depths of what your death brought upon the boy who loved you with all his mind, heart, and soul.

Birthday Celebration #8.

Prompt: You turn up at my house at 4am, to cuddle?

Word Count: 873.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Nope.

A/N: Birthday drabble for @letsrunwithdream, hope you like it Ivona! Tried my best for the fluff, but this is the best I can achieve. By the way, thank you @evanstanss for the amazing editing!

Originally posted by marshthemallows

Spring summers had a magnetic effect on her, on her aura. She loved to wear an oversized and cozy knit sweater with fluffy socks while sitting in her loft balcony. The big and comfy loveseat Steve helped her choose worked as a friendly monster. A monster and loyal companion that anchored her to a surface while her mind wandered around fictional stories in a paper that rested between her hands and a glass of cold wine to her right.

The words in front of her eyes, the subtle music of Kings of Leon playing on the ground eased her mind from the horrors sealed in her veins. She would cheer moments like that one forever, moments in which she could just stop being a field doctor and be nothing, a mere observer for those fictional characters.

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@onlyyoudear asked: Hi! I was just hoping to get your advice on some raised bed gardening. In the past I’ve done just traditional gardens, but this year am building four 4'x8’ raised beds to hopefully have a more plentiful harvest. I’ve seen everywhere that people say you can plant things closer together in raised beds, but no one says HOW much closer together you can plant things. Do you have any recommendations on this? For instance how close do you think you could plant two indeterminate tomato plants? Thanks so much! Hope your planting adventures get to begin soon!! 

Okay, so this is probably going to wind up being rather lengthy, and I apologize for that.  But I have several different suggestions for planting, and you’ll have to test them out to see what works best for you.  

If you’re looking to follow “the rules” of garden spacing, I highly recommend looking into square foot gardening.  I’ve found that SF Gardeners follow the playbook pretty closely and swear by it. They have everything covered from plant spacing to soil mixes for the ultimate growing experience.  In other words, someone did their homework.  I’d done some reading into it myself after several gardeners convinced me that it was “The Way”.  And in some aspects, it was.  If you’re working with smaller spaces and want to really cram as much as you can in there, by all means, give it a go.  In my experience, SFG showed me just how closely you can place certain plants (for example, I’d always given peppers more room than they needed and wound up with a lot of wasted space), but for others I felt like it was just too cramped.  Also, if you like clean lines, neat rows, and order in your garden, this might be the plan for you.  I planted a garden two years ago that did not stray from the rules and didn’t care for it overall, so now I use the spacing rules loosely, and focus more on crop rotation and companion planting as my methods of choice.

You’d asked about indeterminate tomatoes.  SFG will have you allow 2 square feet per plant, which sounds completely asinine, and frankly, it is.  Unless you’re going to prune your plants back to force them to stay within this space, it’s just not enough room.  I wound up with a huge mess, more fruit loss than I care to admit, and so much unnecessary work when it came time to take the garden down in the fall.  That’s not to say that SFG failed me, but rather, my pruning theories didn’t match what is required for this type of gardening.  With tomatoes, I feel like you can never give them enough space, but I guess that all depends on how you prune.  Do you remove suckers?  Do you allow the plants to just take over all willy nilly like? 

I start off with good intentions and prune in the beginning, but once those plants start taking off and producing fruit, I tend to leave them alone, adding support as the plants get bigger. I fertilize with egg shells, ground dried banana peel, Epsom salts, and a large fish head in the planting hole. This sends the plant into overdrive, making for massive, towering monsters like I’d never seen before, and more fruit than I knew what to do with.  Last year, I had two indeterminate plants in a 4 x 8 bed (okay per SFG rules), and not only did they start growing into one another, but they heaved soil out of the raised bed and began crawling across my mulch path.  This year I’ll plant one tomato plant in that 4 x 8 bed, and maybe pop some basil in there, hoping for the best.  

So I guess what I’m getting at is that you can follow the rules that someone else set up, but there are so many variables in each gardener’s space and style that will determine the success or failure of those methods.  I’d mentioned companion planting earlier on, and I really think this is more important than anything else.  You’re looking to plant certain things together, or keep certain plants apart based on their ability to attract or repel insects, prevent disease, etc.  I find that I can ignore the SFG spacing rules on, say, basil planting, and kind of cram them into a space that is shared with tomatoes.  I’ve never had a problem with overcrowding, and aside from the random hornworm invading the space, the basil keeps a lot of other bugs and critters away.  I am guilty of breaking SFG rules and popping lots of flowers into the provided growing space of my veggie garden in the hopes that they will attract pollinators, and have never had a problem with that either.  You could also take into consideration the Native American “Three Sisters” method of pairing, say, beans, corn, and squash planted closely together.  The corn acts as the trellis, allowing the beans to climb up its stalk, and the squash grows beneath them, shading the ground and keeping weeds in check.  This is a traditional method that is proven to be effective.   It’s all trial and error, and you have to figure out what works best for you in your space.

So my short answer is this:  give tomatoes and brassicas as much space as you can afford (or be strict with pruning to keep their size in check), never crowd root veggies, but allow yourself to take liberties with plants like peppers, herbs and climbers (like cukes, beans, peas).  I am guilty of cramming a lot of these things into my growing space, and aside from the few extra minutes I have to give up to ensure that everyone gets watered and weeded sufficiently, the only downside I’ve encountered is difficulty when harvesting.  Densely planted plants hide fruit!  Also remember that you can maximize spacing by growing up via vertical trellising or plant in a triangular pattern instead of squares, which allows you to put at least one more plant in any given space.I really hope this helps!  If any other gardeners want to chime in, I’d love to hear your input!

I’m With Him Now - peter hale

Prompt - reader was Derek’s girlfriend but months after they split she falls for Peter and Derek gets jealous, and wants her back
A/N-  italics flack back or memory! bold texts or notes

Pairing - Derek x reader (past) Peter x Reader (present)

Warnings - swearing, jealousy 

Story - 

Sat reading a message Stiles had sent, begging you to come to the hale loft, the was a pack meeting and they needed you. “why don’t you want to go today” peter questioned looking over to the text, knowing I’d been avoiding meetings lately. I rolled my eyes at him snuggling more into him. “is it because you think your going to see him there? I hear he’s back in town” he continued teasing voice as he lightly ran his nose up your shoulder and neck. ignoring his question giggling at his touch “why would I go when I can stay here with you” you say sounding flirty. peter gave you a small kiss on the nose “because they will start to ask what’s wrong and come looking for you” he said smoothly. “and you don’t what them finding out our little secret now” he said kissing your neck making you move so he had more access.

Peter was the only person you could be yourself with. he always knew what to say when you was feeling down or angry, he also knew when words wasn’t needed and hold you until you felt better again. about a month ago you and Peter started dating in secret, you wanted to wait before telling the rest of the pack, Peter wasn’t the pacts favourite person and you know they would ask questions over why your going out with him and try and talk you out of it, also they would say it’s strange because of Derek being peters nephew, peter agreed with you but personally you thought peter wanted to speak to Derek first before Scott or stiles told him, although he never said it. you and Derek was together for 2 years before splitting up 8 months ago after Derek cheated on you.
After the break up with Derek, you and Peter had become a closer friends, until one night last month having a drinks watching a movie you both had a play argument over who’s turn it was to get up and get the refill’s and snacks. Poking and tickling each other you leaned in and kissed him, which lead to more, both of you believed was long overdue. At first it was awkward nether if you expected it to happen, wanted it to but didn’t expect it would, after a few days you both admitted you like it and each other spending more and more time together.

Peter held your face looking you in the eyes keeping a straight face “they are your friends y/n, and I’m not going to let you use me or Derek as an excuse not to see them” his lips cornered into a smile “now go get dressed, go see what trouble beacon hills is in today” pouting with a hint of a smile you get up to get dressed, Peter always had a way of talking you into something you didn’t want to do.

Looking up at the loft you felt your heart sink, you hadn’t been to the loft since ending your relationship with green eyed wolf. Whenever you saw the pack it was at Scott’s or stiles home even that was rarely. Getting to the loft door you took another deep breath, Thinking of the last time you walked through the big steel door “der, I got” you stopped talking when you saw Derek in the arms of Jennifer Blake kissing each other as he removed her top. Shaking the memory out your head you pulled the door open wide, Stiles was stood at the table almost surprised to see you standing there. “what’s so important you called me here?” you say with venom in your voice to being dragged to Derek’s. “erm.. well er” stiles fumbled thinking of an answer for you. “were still waiting for Scott” he covered. A few minuets later Scott came in battered and cut you run sitting him down, “what happened to you” you cried as his wounds slowly started to heal. “we was coming back here when we got attacked” he said still a little sore “wait! why are you here?” Scott asked confused to my presence, my head snapped to stiles. “I’d like to know what she’s doing here as well” a voice boomed behind you. 

Derek entered the loft looking as battered as Scott, his shirt ripped reveling his toned muscled torso his gaze fixated on you, making you blush and feel nervous all at the same time. looking back at stiles he started rubbing the back of his head “well you don’t come to see us anymore y/n so I thought if you and Derek talked and made up, you would be part of the pack again” he said nervously. You started to feel angry stiles had set you up, making you face Derek after he had done. “I was always part of the pack Stiles I didn’t need Derek to make that happen” you say. Lydia was the one to change the subject “so what happened to you two?” she asked pointed to Derek and Scott. “alphas the have Boyd and Erica, we got Issac he’s in the hospital with my mum” Scott said.
Feeling uncomfortable with Derek looking at you in a hardened gaze, and also being in the loft full stop. Your phone bleeped, it was Peter hope your okay sweetheart miss you hurry back.

Smiling at his words “well if no one is dying then I’m going, things to do, people to see” you say smiling “oh have you got a hot date” Lydia joked seeing your smirk, your heartbeat quickened “date no,” you lied, as you said bye walking out.
Derek heard the change in your heartbeat knowing you’d lied, he watched as she walked out, he followed her out the loft, as he called her name he watched her press the button and the  lift doors close. It reminded him of the way she walked away from him 8 months ago feeling the same pain he closed his eyes reliving the memory. 

Derek had been attacked and was hurt finding Jennifer for help, after that the pair had been seeing more and more of each other. Derek was hypnotised by her. He bought her to the loft y/n wasn’t there Jennifer kissed Derek but he didn’t stop it instead welcomed it. By the time y/n can back Derek was about to do more then kiss. Hearing y/n voice made Derek stop, the look of hurt in her eyes was like nothing he’d seen before he went to run after her calling out her name as he ran. When y/n stopped she had tears down her face “don’t you dare say sorry, it was a mistake or anything at all Derek it’s over” she said before getting into the lift.

Derek went back in the loft stiles looked terrified when the Wolf walked in. “go” was all he said to the teens in an angry growl as they quickly left, he sat on the couch. Y/n was somehow exactly the same yet more beautiful then ever, it was no surprise she was seeing someone else, he desperately wanted to know who. During his time travelling taking Cora somewhere safe he thought about her and how stupid he was to cheat on her with Jennifer. Although it had come out Jennifer had used some form of magic on Derek, y/n refused to believe it and wouldn’t speak to Derek of anyone sent on his behalf.

At Peter’s apartment, you walked in not saying much trying to control your heartbeat, Peter took one look slightly turning his head as he studied your face body language and chemo-signals. He knew the was something was up “saved the day already sweetheart” he asked lightly joking “no! stiles and his fucking fake pack meetings” was your answer as you sat down next to him. Peter put his arms round you, you started to cry a little into his chest when the realisation hit you Derek was back.
Peter didn’t question what had you upset knowing you would tell him in your own Time, instead he held you kissing your head. You both sat the rest of the night making mild chit chat, you looked at Peter wiping your face, you decided it was the last tear you would shed for Derek. Looking at Peter in his soft caring way made you realise how much the older wolf had always been there for you, something in that moment you knew you loved Peter and kind of always had even if it took this long to figure it out. 

The next morning Peter woke with a message from Derek, saying he needed his help. Peter rolled his eyes “so that’s why y/n was so upset last night Derek’s back” he muttered to himself. Leaving a note for y/n he kissed her head as she slept. Peter got to the loft he could hear them talking as he walked up “You know Scott doesn’t trust him, right? You know, personally, I’d… well, I’d trust Scott.” Isaac said. “Do you trust me?” Derek questioned “Yeah. I still don’t like him.” Issac replied at Peter got to the loft door “no one does” Derek said as Peter opened the door “Boys. F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you’re comfortable saying whatever it is that you’re feeling straight to my face” Peter said smugly walking down the steps “we don’t like you” Derek said bluntly “now shut up and help us” Peter rolled his eyes waiting to hear what they wanted.
Derek inhaled as Peter walking past smelling the sent of y/n. He watched as Peter dug his claws into Isaac’s neck trying to find the memories Deucalion removed. Derek growled each time he smelt the cherry and honey sent come from Peter. He knew y/n and Peter had always been friends but it angered him she still went to peter for comfort, friendship. Once Peter had finished with Isaac, Derek told him to see Scott leaving Derek and his uncle alone.

“long time no see” Peter called in a sing song voice. Derek’s claws was starting to dig into his palms as he tried to get the sent of y/n out of his head “I know, so how are you? and everyone been doing while I was gone” Derek asked trying to sound like he wasn’t asking to the questions he really had on his mind. Peter looked at Derek, he had never asked how he was before knitting his eyebrows together “I’m good, don’t really see much of the pack but no one is dead so I’d say there all good” Peter answered. Derek squeezed his fist harder he was hoping Peter would mention y/n. “do you still see y/n?” Derek asked unsure of what to say. Peter had his back to Derek, gave a small smirk. Part of him wanted to gloat and say yes the last time he saw her she was sleeping naked in his bed. Instead Peter turn with a straight face “every now and then we have coffee” he lied, but still keeping his heartbeat the same. Derek inhaled again the smell sending his emotions crazy. Peter noticed Derek’s deep breath quickly realising he smelt of y/n.“don’t lie I can smell her all over you” Derek said. as Peter looked down he saw the blood running though his nephews clenched fingers. Peter rolled his eyes “we’re not going through this again, Derek she’s not even yours anymore so you can’t be jealous that we speak” Peter smirked back smirking back. Remembering the jealousy Derek displayed after y/n went to peter after her break up. wondering how he’d react to their new secret relationship. 

Peter sat reading when hear a soft tap on his door, confused to who it could be he listened as he walked to the door. He heard sobbing on the other side, when he opened y/n was standing on the other side, she could hardly breath she was crying that hard, when her eyes clasped on Peter her sobs became whales as she hugged him tight. To took him nearly fifteen minutes to make sense of what had happened as she tried to tell him about Derek and Jennifer though her tears. Peter sat with her head on his chest rubbing her back trying to sooth her until she eventually cried herself to sleep, picking her up he placed her in his bed covering her up then went and slept on the couch. The next morning Cora was going to south America, so Peter went to see her before she left. When he got there he found out Derek was going too. Part of Peter was happy it would help y/n of she didn’t see Derek everyday but part of him wanted to punch Derek for hurting her then running like a coward. 

Derek smelt y/n on Peter the second he walked in. Growling, glowing his eyes “so that’s where she ran too, you!” Derek spat with utter jealousy. Peter frowned “yes she did come knocking on my door after you broke her heart what was I meant to do send her away” Peter smirked. “oh and I bet you just loved it” Derek growled. Peter narrow his eyes “don’t play stupid Peter it doesn’t suit you, I’ve seen the way you are around her, flirting, trying to Win her affection” Peter held up his hand to cut Derek off  "well now she’s single and alone, I can make her mine just to piss you off more" he said, Derek roared “stay the fuck away from her Peter she’s too good for you, you go near her ill kill you” Derek carried on screaming threats to peter" both, now in wolf form with there claws out ready for the other to make a move, when Cora came running in at the sound of them growling she dragging an angry Derek out before he attacked a smug looking Peter. 

Peter watched Derek growl and snarl with the same look he had when he left. “I’m not jealous!” Derek roared “I’m worried she’s gonna be hurt or killed if she gets mixed up with you.” Peter had turned his back to Derek, he had to hide the smile he couldn’t stop appearing on his lips. “she already is” Peter whispered to himself not intending for Derek to hear. Derek did hear and grabbed Peter by the shoulder throwing him into the concrete wall. “what did you say?” Derek roared as Peter stood up his eyes now glowing Beta blue and claws out. They ran at each other clawing and punching each other.

You woke in Peter’s apartment finding his note morning sweetheart, the is a problem with Isaac and needs my help if your gone when I get back I’ll call you, always love P xx

It make you smile the small loving things Peter did, you noticed more and more over the few weeks. After an hour you got bored and wanted to go home to change. Getting your coat you went to grab your bag, after not finding it by the door where you normally leave it, you remembered it’s still in Derek’s your rush to leave made you forget to pick it up. Leaving Peter’s you knock at Chris Argent’s apartment in the same building as Peter’s. “Chris I need you to drive me to Derek’s my bag is there with my keys init please” you asked, Chris agreed. 

At the loft you stood outside about to knock when you heard something inside smash and load roared word you couldn’t make out. Waving for argent to come, you ran inside seeing Peter and Derek almost killing each other. Without thought you ran and got in the middle of them screaming for them to stop. A claw caught you in the back of the shoulder, ripping your top and down your back. Screaming out in pain, made them stop fighting. The pair holding you apologising non stop. Chris slowly walked in his gum out as he watched Derek and Peter help you to the couch. “this is your fault I told you, you would get her hurt” Derek said as Peter let out a low rubble growl. Chris ran over putting the gun away, he took one look at your back saying you needed stitches. Derek got a first aid kid, Peter came over holding your hand his vain going black as he eased the pain you felt. Derek came in with a big green box and warm water. Chris took them from him quickly coming to you. Derek saw Peter and dragged him away from you, “look at what you’ve done to her Peter” Derek shouted, Peter didn’t have answer he looked at you with sad sorry eyes. Derek gave another growl as his uncle ignored him. “look guys I need to stitch y/n up and I can’t do that if your going to kill each other” Chris said as he cleaned the cuts “Peter I think you should go, Derek go lay down and calm down” he ordered the wolfs. You looked at Chris smiling a thank you for getting rid of them though you felt bad for Peter going without being able to tell him your okay.

After Chris was done you went to get your bag and go, when Derek blocked the door way. “before you go can we talk?” he asked as Chris left. “what do you want Derek” you say sitting down. Derek could smell Peter’s sent on you just as strong as yours on Peter, making his start his conversation differently to how he planed in his head. “you know if you stay friend and get to close to peter you’ll wind up dead” Derek said low looking at the floor. “what are you talking about Derek” you say. “I know you stayed with Peter, he was so smug! I could smell you all over him, like I can smell him on you and if your bag was here you didn’t go home last night. I know you see him more then the pack Issac told me” you looked at him annoyed “so what if I’m friends with Peter why can I be” you challenge him back “because he’s going to hurt you even if he doesn’t mean to you will get hurt or killed, look at your back y/n he’s already clawed you if stay friends with him you will end up dead” his tone and angry shout. Grabbing your bag you walk to the door “like you care Derek, is that all you wanted to bitch about Peter and get me onside over what ever it was your fighting over now” you say about to leave. 

He grabs your shoulders keeping you in place “y/n, no I wanted to talk to say I miss you, I still cared about you” he says softly. You didn’t speak, you didn’t know what to think. When you didn’t answer him, he looked in your eyes with a saddened expression “I thought about you everyday I was gone, I’m so stupid for what I done, please give us another chance y/n” he said. You looked at him slowly shaking your head, confused, angry and shocked. Derek went to cup your face in his hand when you step out the way. Taking a strong breath before talking calmly to him “Derek you didn’t think about me when you was sleeping with Jennifer, you didn’t miss me as you kissed her, you didn’t even stay to try and fix us. you ran off” your voice a lot lower but he still heard “probably with her” you look at the floor pushing you bag back on your shoulder. “I left with Cora only because you told me you didn’t want to see me again” he said almost as low as you spoke. “but I’m sorry y/n please believe me when I say I still love and want you back more than anything” Derek leaned in to kiss you but again you move out his way “Derek you hurt me, a lot and now you say you love me I can’t handle this right now” you answer pushing past him out the door.

Peter didn’t leave when Chris told him to. He wanted to know how badly hurt y/n was he couldn’t believe he’d clawed her “its your fault she’s hurt, look what you’ve done” Derek’s words ringing in his head. He hid so he could still listen in, looking in the window every now and then seeing his claw marks deep in her back. It felt like forever waiting for them to finish, when Chris and y/n went to leave Peter was going to see her and say sorry but heard Derek ask her to stay. Peter watched as Derek told her he was evil and would hurt her. Something about Derek’s words hit home to peter as he watch the clean white bandage Chris had just applied already turning blood red. I did that to her, me. He thought. He  watched as Derek told her he missed her and how she looked at him not saying anything making him worry shed go back to him. Peter knew she was happy and safe with Derek once, and with him a secret, and not it looked not always safe. Peter walked away not wanted to hear anymore sat on the hood of his car head in his hand lost in his thoughts.

You left the loft, looking for Chris but his jeep was gone. Walking round the corner you see Peter sitting on his car, you start smiling thinking he waited for you. “hi you didn’t have to wait for me” you say sweetly glad he did. Peter looked up at you with a sad worried look “y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t see or hear you come in” he said as he grabbed your hand his vain once again turned black, you sighed in relief. “I’m sorry, I can’t I believe … I’d never…” Peter started to talk fast in panic not finishing his sentence. You reach up putting your hand on his chest making him stop talking. “Peter it was an accident, it’s what happens when a human gets in the middle of 2 werewolf’s fighting” you joke trying to reassure him “and I’m okay now all stitched up and painless now thanks to you” you say squeezing his hand. 

Peter smiled at first before pulling is hand away “I heard what Derek said to you” he said looking away. You roll your eyes about to speak when Peter did “he’s right, if you stay with me ill get you hurt I already did look at you, maybe I’m best keeping away from you. Ending what we have to keep you safe” you looked at him now annoyed why he thought that. “Peter your not bad for me Derek was wrong. You’ve been there for me always and I love you for it, I don’t want us to end” you smile standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, it was sudden and needy. Peter paused at first, but didn’t stop you, instead one of his hands help your hip while other found its way into your hair both pulling you closer to him as he deepened his kiss.

Derek had followed you out, he didn’t know why but he needed to see where you was going. He saw you talking with Peter, he felt a ping of jealousy again “why’s he still here” Derek grumbled to himself tried to stop himself from storming over. But what he saw next shocked him y/n kissed Peter then got in his car driving off. Derek went home taking his anger out on the training bag until he hit it the hard the hinges keeping it on the ceiling snapped. Scott came in with Isaac they had been to see Deaton and found out Erica and Boyd was in the closed down bank. Calling everyone for help they waited for rest of the pack to arrive.
you sat with peter as he looked over and changed you bandages, “I swear ill never hurt you again” he said still feeling guilty. your phone buzzed, we know where Boyd and Erica is we need everyone at the loft recuse mission tonight - Scott. you roll your eyes as peters phone bleeps with the same message. peter didn’t even look at his still focused on you “we have to go” you say although the was no effort of wanting to go in your voice. Peter didn’t answer as he pull your top back down turning you to face him. “we have to tell them all of them” he said serious you knew he was talking about telling the pack about your relationship. nodding knowing he was right, if you told the pack it might start to put a stop the jealousy and hate between peter and Derek. you knew it wouldn’t be that easy but if the whole pack was there when Derek there they might not fight. “your right, we’ll tell them today after we helped save the others” you say standing “I’m always right sweetheart” he said following you out. the drive to the loft was quite. Peter could smell your anxiety build up the closer you got to the loft he reached over and held your hand “stop worrying” he said as he opened the door for you to walk in.

Derek didn’t look at you both just walked to the back of the room. you let go of peters hand walking in “so where are they?” you asked getting right to point, after an hour a plan was made. Scott and Derek was going to break into the volt. Lidia, Issac and Allison was going to a distraction/ back up, you was told to stay at the loft with stiles being to hurt to fight. This was the only thing Peter and Derek had agreed to. “and what about Peter?” stiles asked, “I’m not getting killed for them” Peter said making everyone including you roll their eyes. “he can stay here with us I’m sure we can find some use for him” you say smiling at Peter sliding him maps and plans stiles had brought of the bank.

Derek gave another grow, it was his 10th one of the meeting mostly when you or Peter spoke. “you would wanna stay with him” Derek spat. Getting more pissed off by Derek’s behaviour you couldn’t hold your tongue any more “okay what the fuck is your problem” you shout slamming your hands on the desk. “i saw you y/n I saw you kissing him after I warned you to stay away from him” he shouted back, making stiles and Allison jump a little, you didn’t move or flinch instead stirred at him in anger “Derek you lost the right to tell me to stay away from anyone when you cheated on me! So don’t you dare come back now and tell me u can’t see or kiss my own boyfriend” you blurted out the covered your mouth realising what you had said. Everyone looked shocked including Derek, “he’s using you y/n to get to me, he doesn’t care about you, why can’t you see he’s playing you” Derek said in a low pleading voice. Peter who now was as angry as you held you shoulders, mainly to keep himself calm. “Derek your wrong I do care about y/n I always have, I love her!” Peter said in full honesty shook in everyone including you. Blushing but smiling you looked at him. Derek was still growling “if we going to save then by the full moon we have to go now” Scott said knowing we was wasting time fighting. “this isn’t over” he shouted about to leave. “it is over Derek” you say making turn and look at you “I’m With Him Now! I’m Peter’s you have to understand I love him and he loves me, so you can expect us or not I don’t care but with Peter ” you say looking back up at Peter as he kisses your forehead.

Derek walked out not saying a word, “well it’s about time you to came out” Allison laughed you looked at her confused “I’ve seen you car outside our building and Issac says he can smell you in the lift a lot to it made sense you and Peter was hooking up” she laughed. “oh and don’t worry we’ll work on getting Derek to come around” Lydia smiled as they left. Stiles was left with you and Peter “so you two” he said “stiles you ask any questions and I’ll kill you” Peter said, the three of you started looking into stiles thought if why now, flicking though the scattered papers. Every now and then you would look up at Peter happy everyone now knew and happier to know Peter hale loved you.

Dressed Up | Cassian Andor

Pairing: ReaderxCassian

Warnings: PTSD mention, blood mention, essentially I talk about Scarif

Word Count: 2,322 

Summary: Cassian’s never seen you dressed up!!!!!

The medal ceremony for those who fought on Scarif, in memory of those who died, is in a matter of six hours. 

Of the twenty-twenty that left (including K2), nine returned. Though thankful you were among those who returned, every day seemed like another war-zone. A different challenge you weren’t expecting, another person you had to talk to, another flashback or nightmare… 

Everyone who returned had the same problem, but no one really wanted to talk about it. The only who seemed any bit open to talking was Bodhi, partially due to his past. He needed to lay everything on the table in order to move on from at least some part of it. And, of all those who returned, you were the best listener and often found yourself hearing Bodhi retell stories of his former life with the Empire as you mindlessly wandered the base. 

It’s been four months. This should have been enough time to recoup. For you, it was enough to at least converse normally and be in crowds. For Cassian, it was enough to insist he go on missions again, despite waking every night from another nightmare, his arms nearly strangling you in an attempt to make sure you are safe. For the three others who just joined, it meant wandering aimlessly, wondering if they will ever recover. 

For the rest, that meant taking up work around the base. Bodhi is working as a mechanic. Baze and Chirrut are training recruits. Jyn is assisting Mon Mothma with general paper work. 

It did take you the longest to leave the medbay, so at least you were given that by everyone. Bodhi only had a couple of wounds and was in shock, it was more of an issue of monitoring. Baze and Chirrut were both relatively unscathed, save a few very minor wounds. This was true with the other three who returned. Cassian and Jyn had both been shot at least once. 

You, on the other hand, were nearly ripped apart when they got you back. One of the other fighters had jumped on top of a grenade. Your fighter self tried to pull both of you away, but as he jumped and covered it fully, it exploded. This resulted in grenade shrapnel cutting through you in several places and the blood and bits of your fellow rebel all over. It also gave a Stormtrooper a good shot at your leg, your shoulder, and your wrist. Thankfully Bodhi had shot him before he took another shot. However, you were not even conscious when you made it back. 

The final one to make it back, the sarcastic droid, fried himself helping Cassian and Jyn.  

K2SO is still under repairs. The techs aren’t sure he will ever be back. 

You haven’t told Cassian this. 

In your shared room with Cassian, you sit on the desk, unsure of what to do. Six hours is too early to start getting ready, but there is nothing else to do at the moment. You have no work on the base. The fact that you are walking by yourself, conversing normally, and not staring off constantly is more than anyone could have hoped for at this point. 

The blast door to your room slides open, exposing Cassian. His shoes are extremely muddy, with tracks being left behind. You cock your head and watch him walk in. He’s not one to purposefully walk into mud and it isn’t raining on Yavin4 today. But your eyes trail up his body to see the rest of him completely soaking, jacket clinging to him tightly. 

“Cassian?” you murmur, legs swinging still. 

He says nothing; just shuts the door and sheds his coat quickly. His feet carry him to the refresher, shoes tracking mud the whole way. 

“Baze thought throwing me in the pond would cheer me up,” he grumbles, hand on the door to the refresher. 

“Oh.” You stay where you are, watching as your boyfriend slowly shuts the door behind him. 

THREE hours, one towel to remove the shoe prints, and one showered Cassian later, you decided that maybe it was time to get ready. After all the recipients were required to get there early. But as you sit on the edge of your bed, twiddling your thumbs, you are suddenly unsure if you even want to go.
Of all the people who went, you did the least good. The length of the battle in which you actually fought in was severely shorter than the rest and the only reason you lived was because some other rebel splattered themselves over you. 

Without noticing, your head lolls forward, heavy with remembrance. 

The familiar sound of a live grenade fills the cargo ship. It’s just you and your friend, Haci inside. Eyes wide and heart pounding, you turn to him. And you see it in him. What he wants to do. 

He talks a step forward.

“Haci!” you screech, grabbing his arm quickly, trying to keep him close to you so that you two can run before it sets off. 

“No,” he replies, tossing himself to the ground. 

The sudden force causes the grenade to detonate. Haci, in all his love for the rebellion, saved you and Bodhi’s ability to connect to the Alliance. But in his wake he left himself, physically, splattered. Blood had gotten into your eyes, onto you shirt, simply everywhere on you. And the bits of skin and bone the grenade busted? Some stuck to your shirt and pants. 

The sight f your friend, blasted all over you, out ranked any pain from the five bits on shrapnel lodge throughout your body. They stung and hurt and burned, but you were shaking in shock from the past ten seconds. 

The next thing you know, you feel three blaster shots ripping through you. Your leg, shoulder, and wrist, all the left side, roaring with demanding anguish. And the trooper hit right through major veins too; blood was pouring out of your leg. 

And you collapsed, black absorbing you. 

“Mí amor, mí (Y/N), ¿estás aquí?” Cassian shouts, his hands gripping yours heavily. 

You shoot up, head still heavy. “What?”

“Another flashback?”

Your brows furrow as you look down to your boyfriend. He is kneeling in front of you, hands gripping your wrists, eyes looking to you in concern. Biting your lip, you consider the possibility that it was a flashback. It seems nowadays that the difference between a flashback, a memory and a dream are blurred.

“How long was I out?” your murmur. 

“About thirty minutes,” he sighs. 

His left hand abandons your right, leaving a cold spot where it just was. Cassian uses this hand to reach up to your face, fixing a few hairs that have fallen astray from your normal style. A gentle smile appears on his face. You know he just wants you to be happy, to be better. But being happy, being better, being normal again isn’t possible. And he knows that. He will never be the same way again either. 

“Are you sure you would still like to go?” Cassian asks, eyes training back to yours. 

“Of course! Why?” 

Suddenly, you are scared that he doesn’t want you there. Or maybe you aren’t going to be awarded. Maybe you weren’t even meant to comeback… 

“I’m just worried about your flashbacks, amor. Now I suggest you head over to Jyn’s quarters because she said she has something for you.”


WELL, she certainly did. 

You were expecting maybe her telling you to calm down, or her giving you another goddamn blank journal, or her giving you another pen (where does she get all these pens from?). What you got was much, much better. 

“Here,” she hums, handing you a silver colored boxed. 

Without wanting to ask questions, your fingers work quickly to open it. The odd cardboard isn’t a familiar feeling; you are so used to metal and wood these days. Clasps from blaster boxes and metal safes full of intel. Cardboard is an awkward sensation. The pink and white swirled tissue paper on the other hand… now this you know. 

Your mother is one of the most known seamstresses in the Galaxy. She travels designing clothes, fixing clothes, and tailoring for the finest and the best of the Galaxy. And, with her ability to get around, the Alliance has been using her for some intel. Not a lot, not enough to jeopardize her profession, but enough to help the rebellion. 

This is her signature tissue paper. 

You tear the paper away, exposing black silk, a bit of black tulle peeping out from below. 

“For my sunshine - mom” 

For the first time in weeks, you grin. A full on, happy grin. The little note in her handwriting is the best thing that could have happened to you recently, screw the medal ceremony. A moment of home, of what drove you into the rebellion in the first place. The love for your mother and your need to protect what was right. 

The happiness is overwhelming. It hurts your gut how much it fills inside you. But happiness is so much better than the emptiness, the worry, the anxiety, the depression you’ve been feeling. 

“Let’s get ready, yeah?” Jyn smiles. 

“WOW,” you murmur, glancing at yourself in the mirror. 

It’s been years since you’ve been dressed up. The closest to date was that one mission where you went to a salon and they braided your hair in an extravagant ‘do. This is something different, something amazing. 

The dress is simply amazing. The top half is pure silk, with a soft sweetheart neckline with a gather at the lowest point. Sleeves are off the shoulder, but perfectly fitting. From the waist down, it is tulle (with silk beneath). The tulle has a soft shimmer to it and every time you shift, a slightly different color is shown in the highlighted areas of the skirt underneath the light. 

Jyn had surprised you by showing off her unknown hair styling skills. It was such a simple hair style, a low bun, but the ease and cleanliness in which she executed it was surprising. She also surprised you by having some makeup on hand. That you will question later. 

Cassian had gotten ready much quicker, partially because he promised to go help Bodhi (the boy had never worn a suit before). The part was in hopes that he would run into Leia. He wanted to ask her something. 

“Cassian, I just don’t think suits are for me!” Bodhi whines, trying to button his shirt, and failing miserably. 

“Bodhi. It’s just one time. Then, after this, you never have to wear a suit again. Ever,” Cassian grumbles, taking over Bodhi’s weak attempt at buttoning. 

“But I feel bad if I don’t wear this again. (Y/N)’s mom made suits for all of us. I feel like I need to wear it again.” Bodhi sighs, running his fingers through his hair nervously. 

“If you ever get married, wear it then. How’s that?” Cassian finishes the last button, patting Bodhi on the chest. “Where is the bowtie?”

CASSIAN and Bodhi are the first of the Scarif group to arrive. Sure, plenty of people from around the base and diplomats and leaders are there, but they were the first of the group to arrive. They awkwardly descend onto the stage, sitting in the seats with a tag indicating their name. Luckily they are sat next to each other for the ceremony, making it much easier for the time being. 

Chirrut, Baze, and the other three quickly come in only a few minutes later. That leaves the two girls. 

Cassian turns to Bodhi, asking him some small talk question, when Jyn and you enter. Bodhi is still facing towards the entrance of the room, so he looks, a smile coming across his face. 

“Wow,” he says. 

“What?” Cassian asks, turning his head. 

It’s like everything slows. Your head that was turned to Jyn moves slowly to the front of the room, gracing Cassian with a full shot instead of a profile. His eyes are wandering around your body, looking at every part of you dressed up. The tulle skirt bounces softly with every step, mesmerizing Cassian just a little more. Every part of you seems to glow a little more as you come closer to him. 

“You okay, there, Cassian,” you giggle, sitting next to your boyfriend. 

His eyes are still trained to yours, a smile still donned on his face. “I’ve never seen you dressed up. You look amazing.”

“Oh.” You blush, turning your head to the ground. It’s true, he has never, ever seen you dressed up. You, on the other hand, have seen him dressed up a few times, mostly for missions and you always found it both arousing and amusing.
Cassian continues to watch you, eyes literally not stopping as he attempts to absorb your beauty. Every aspect of you is glowing; the black of the dress just makes you look even more glowing than before. Some of the sparkle of the under skirt leaks onto your arm that is rested on top, causing a bit of a rainbow to form. 

But he cannot stop staring. From the beautiful little bun to the perfect fit of the dress to your soft, awkward smile, everything is perfect and beautiful about your outfit. And you, of course. Everything is perfect about you. 

“I love you. And you look amazing,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss beneath your ear. “I hope to see you dressed up more.”

You tilt your head slightly. This allows you to look into Cassian’s mischievous eyes. A soft smile appears on your face. 

“Let’s get through this ceremony first. Then I’ll consider dressing up more.”
“Of course.”

Cassian sits back upright, hand in his left pocket rolling the ring in-between his fingers nervously. 

He hopes he can see you dressed up again really, really soon.

The Nurse (Gaston x Nurse!Reader one-shot)

The Nurse: Gaston x Nurse! Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1686

Warnings: Battle wounds (not too graphic), medium-heavy cursing

Give a special thanks to @the-fic-files for this idea! We sort of swapped prompts, and this is what came out of my end of the deal! Hope you enjoy!

Gaston winced once again as he shifted on his cot. The last battle left Gaston with more than a few wounds, the bayonet-caused wound across his chest reopened with every movement he made, opening and closing like thin, red lips. However that was the least of his pains, or rather lesser than the musket ball lodged in his thigh. Thankfully it hadn’t burst on impact and shattered his bone, nevertheless the metal bullet was still embedded in his skin.

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