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Dean x Reader. Having to look after a baby for a few days during a hunt to keep it safe and realising that maybe the apple pie kind of life isn't as far out of their reach as they first thought.
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Apple Pie
Fandom: SPN
Pairing: DeanxReader
Word count: 791
Warnings: None :) just fluff
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You were never one to back down from a hunt, especially one with the Winchester brothers. When you pulled up to the house of a young couple, you quickly figured out that it was a typical salt and burn. But when you saw the horrified faces of the couple as they clutched their baby close to their chest, you knew you had to sit this one out. After you offered to take the baby for a couple of days while the boys searched for the grave, Dean couldn’t help but look at it and feel weak inside. 
When you guys got back to the hotel, he came up to you and the baby with the slightest hint of a smile on his scruffy face.
“I can stay with you...you know,” he mutters softly as Sam fills and starts packing a bag on the other bed. You watch as he looks over with furrowed eyebrows before returning his gaze to the bag in front of him. 
“Oh Dean, you don’t have to do that... I just..” your voice trails off as Dean snakes his hand up your arm to your shoulder. The baby coos in your arms and Dean’s face lights up with an expression of warmth and shock. 
“I know, your heart's too big for your body, I’ll stay with you,” he says before turning to Sam and waving him away. Sam playfully rolls his eyes before sneaking out of the motel. 
“Thank you, Dean,” you whisper. Dean plops down on the bed and looks up at you with a steady heartfelt gaze. 
“Anything for you, Y/N.”
The minutes turn into hours and the sun sinks beneath the trees, revealing a white glow from the stars. You have been pacing up and down the motel room, bouncing the baby in your arms as noise from the TV spills out. Tiny wails escape from the infant’s mouth, its face is painted a bright red as tears stream from its face. You’ve tried everything in the book, granted you’ve never been a mother before. Yet, anything you tried to do worked for a mere few seconds before cries erupted once again. Exhaustion creeped up on you, tugged on your eyelids, pulled on your legs and begged for you to take a moment to rest. 
Dean could see it in your face, the look of needing a break. He walks over to you and extends his arms.
“Let me have him.”
Carefully, you hand the baby to Dean. He immediately takes the baby into his hands and presses him close against his chest. As he bounces the baby, a soft voice escapes from his lips. 
“There are things that go bump in the night…” he starts as he walks around the motel, “They won’t hurt you, I promise.” The once piercing wails of the baby begin to settle into sniffles as Dean continues to talk. Before you knew it, the baby had fallen asleep in Dean’s arms, quiet as a mouse. You look at him with shock, Dean only returns a toothy smile. 
“How..how did you do that?” you ask.
“Baby whisperer,” Dean snorts. You roll your eyes as Dean walks over to the bed and sits down. He looks down on the baby with an expression you’ve never seen from him before. Love, bliss. You watched as Dean’s eyes flickered over the innocent soul in his arms and At this moment, you knew he was in a state of vulnerability, yet he didn’t seem to care. 
“Dean.” you breathe, walking over to him. 
Dean smiles, “You know, I don’t mind this Y/N..” he looks up at you, matching your gaze, “I don’t mind this life.” 
You look at him with disbelief. You knew Dean to be strong where there’s weakness, to have hope where there’s despair.  But, you also knew Dean to love his life as a hunter, to be with his brother and you. 
“Sometimes I wish I could just have this, that we could just have this,” he says as he looks back down at the sleeping baby nestled against his chest, “This little apple pie life.” 
“Dean, you know I would do anything for you,” you say. 
Dean shakes his head, “Yes, I know. And maybe one day we’ll have this life... I mean, we’re already halfway there, right?” he questions as he beckons to the baby. You let out a slight laugh and can’t help but be overcome with joy as Dean mentions a different type of life. The kind of lie where it’s just you and him and a family. But for now, you knew being a hunter was your calling, but that didn't stop you from thinking of all the possibilities your future holds.
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Freezing
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Void!StilesxFemale!Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Angst, descriptions of pain
Notes: This took me so long to write, I really hope you enjoy it :) 
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It was freezing. You were freezing. The frigid, bitter air had formed a glass encasing over your body, sucking the warmth from your skin. You slid your tongue over you dry and cracked lips. Opening your eyes was dutiful as your eyelids were glued shut from frozen tears.
Goosebumps covered your arms, your legs and your stomach, the hair on your body standing straight up. As you fluttered your eyelids, you looked down at your pale and shivering body to see that you were stripped of your clothing. You wanted to cry, you wanted to ball. You wanted to scream until your vocal cords were rubbed raw. You wanted warmth. You were going to die.
With your palms pressed against the cold concrete, you used every ounce of your depleting strength to push yourself up. Your muscles shake in agonizing white pain, your fingers are so brittle and cold it feels as if they may snap off. Grimacing at every ache in your bones, you manage to push yourself up into a sitting position. The blood rushes from your head, and the rooms sends you into a dizzy fury.
“Little dove,” a voice cheers gleefully, “I’ve been waiting.”
You turn to look towards the end of your feet only to see the figure of a man crouched down on the balls of his feet, wringing his hands together. The air is yanked from your lungs as you launch yourself backwards taken aback by the sight of cowering man. Dark bags hung from his eyes, demons danced in his soulless eyes. He dragged his tongue across his chapped lower lip, settling himself onto the floor.
“Shh… I’m not going to hurt you,” he coos. He extends his arms, palming both of your knee caps. With one glance, a undignified smile reaches his white face. You suck in a breath, the corners of your lips beginning to tremble. The man rocks himself back in forth on your knees, pausing as he gets close to your face. You turn your cheek away from him, choking down suffocating sobs.
“W-who are you?” you mutter. The man stops rocking, his eyes flickering up to the ceiling then back down to you.
“How rude of me…” his fingers make their way to your face, cupping your chin. He pulls your head towards him. Squinting, you get a slight look at him and the bittersweet smirk on his face. You close your eyes, wishing yourself awake from this nightmare.
“This vessel of mine… I believe you’d know him as Stiles,” the man murmurs. His eyes flicker for a second and something sparks inside of him. Something is released. Suddenly, the man throws his body onto you, dreadful yells pouring from his pale lips. Tears stream down on his face as he writhes on top of you, head twisting around the empty concrete room.
“Help me!” he bellows, choking back on tears. You watch as his arms give out, body smacking against the floor. He merely lifts his head, purple cheeks soaked with tears, “Please!” he bawls. He rests his cheek on the floor and begins to sob, “Help me….”.
The man’s eyes shift again and he’s suddenly sitting up, straightening his back and rolling out his neck.
“Now that the real Stiles has made an appearance,“ He groans, rolling his head back and forth on neck, "let’s get to know more about you…” he pauses, flashing you a wink, “Y/N.”
You shake your head, pressing your palms into the floor. With on push, you kick your knees back and spring onto your feet. Blood rushes to your head as you search around the room for an exit, dancing on your wobbly feet. The man jumps up, lunging towards you. He slaps his hand against the wall on either side of your head, caging you between his eyes. You suck in a breath as his black irises dart across your body.
“You are not, Stiles,” you spat. The man lets out a cruel, hard, bone shattering laugh. He grinds his teeth together, shoving his face close against yours.
“Oh but I am,” he murmurs, “Just a better version.” His tongue pokes out between his lips as he laughs. You press your back against the wall, trying to suppress all the thoughts in your head.
“Stiles wouldn’t hurt a fly,” you curse. The man throws his head back, cackling.
“Did you not hear me when I said better version?” he laughs.
You spit at him, cheeks now burning red. Heat began to flood your shivering body as your temples continue to throb. The reoccurring thought that you were going to be kept here forever kept kneading at your mind. Stiles wipes the spit from his cheek. His black eyes narrow, eyelashes latching together.
“What do you want from me?” you scowl. Stiles puffs out his cheeks and shakes his head as he backs away from you. He folds his arms across his chest, tilting his head slightly. The breath that pours from your lips turned a wispy white as it hit the air. Inside, you wanted to scream, yell, cry until someone heard the despair in your voice. Yet, your entire body was paralyzed by the icy chill of the room, unable to do anything.
“Oh, I don’t want anything from you,” he mumbles as he pauses his pacing. His eyes graze over your lips, “Except maybe that pretty little face of yours.”
You swallow hard and squeeze your eyes shut.
This isn’t Stiles, you think.
This isn’t Stiles.
“I want that pack. I want them to come rescue poor little, Y/N. I want them to see what I can do,” Stiles declares, his voice laced with a maniacal edge. He lunges towards you, his entire body now rapidly shaking. You jump, pressing yourself against the wall again as Stiles inches closer to you.
“I want them to know what I did to Stiles. I want them to know what I am capable of!” he shouts. His face grows red, tears now running down his pale cheeks.
Who was this monster that had replaced innocent Stiles? Why was he trying to hurt you? Would he ever let you go? The questions bounced off the walls in your mind. Beneath your clothes, your heart pounds against your rib cage and you find yourself staring right back into the monsters clandestine eyes.
Stiles pushes his body into yours, resting his lips against your ear.
“I’m a thousand years old. They can’t kill me.” You suck in a breath, tears clouding your vision. Out of the corner of your eye you spot a rather large shape rise above your head and then come down with a loud, hard, slap.
-
The room was dimly lit. A mass, scattered pile of papers covered the carpeted floor. Multicolored string was attached from one wall to the next. The object you laid on top of was rather comfortable, warm even. Drool spilled out from your lips and onto your cheek. Your lower back screamed with a dull, hot pain.
“Little dove…” Stiles sings, “Please wake up, little dove.” He was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes fluttered open for only a second until you snapped them back shut, grinding your teeth together. Stiles’ room. That’s were you were, lying on top of his bed. The side of your cheek feels chapped as you rub it against the pillow. Lifting your hand to caress the side of your face, you open your eyes to see Stiles hovering inches from your face.
“C’mon Y/N. Stop trying to ignore me,” Stiles growls, cupping your chin with his fingers. His eyes, in which appear to be rubbed raw, glimmer with excitement. You squirm against his touch, pushing yourself away from him. Stiles sighs and proceeds to climb onto the bed, criss - crossing his legs. He leans his elbows on his legs, setting his chin down in each of his palms.
“You’re not getting away,” he curses. You shake your head.
“Who says I’m not?”
Stiles lets out a bone shattering laugh, long and creepy. His upper lip curls up, flashing his barred teeth.
“You see,” Stiles mumbles, “The whole bittersweet idea behind this is not only do I like you, speaking as what you call ‘void stiles’, but your little friend here also has taken a real liking to you….” Stiles smirks, leaning in closer.
“Did you know that? Did you know about Stiles and his hidden feelings?” Stiles juts out his bottom lip, “What a real sweetheart.”
Stiles extends his arm out from his side so that his fingers roll over the side of your bruised cheek. You don’t flinch, you knew better.
“So from the bottom of my heart, a gift from my everlasting soul, I’m gonna let Stiles continue to scream inside me and watch as I use you as nothing but bait and then leave you for the pack to pick up. Oh, and of course take a little piece for myself,” his hand tumbles from your cheek, yet his eyes stay focused on your body. Fire burns inside you, sending cascades of black embers through your veins. The scorching flames lick at your tight throat and burn in your eyes.
“I will get out of here,” you retort. Stiles lower lip trembles in and out of a menacing scowl as his torso slides off the comforter.
“Yeah, when I let you go,” he rolls up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, “Just hope that you’ll be one piece.”
-
You watched him for what felt like hours. The illuminated window faded to a charcoal black. Stiles flicked the light switch on but paid you no mind, keeping his focus solely on the board and strings attached to his wall. Whatever it was, it sure was immaculate. Everything was organized, neat but you couldn’t understand a word of it. It was as if it was written in a foreign language. Stiles flicked the multicolored string every now and then, each time it let out an ear piercing scream that went on only for a few seconds before fading away.
At first the sound mortified you as you thought the screams were coming from inside your head, that insanity was finally settling upon you. But after a couple flicks, it almost came like a routine.
“You hear that?” Stiles suddenly announces after hours of not talking. You nod your head slightly.
“Banshee screams. They’ve been here,” he starts over towards the door, leaving the wall untouched. He yanks the door open and latches his hand around your wrist.
“C’mon, we gotta go,” he mumbles. Obliged by exhaustion, you follow Stiles, silently hoping that this entire nightmare would be over soon.
Beacon Hill High school was as empty as it should be at eleven o’clock on a Saturday night. Stiles had dragged you into the middle of the hallway, surveying the area before letting his grip on your wrist go. He turns to you, his body suddenly shaking rapidly.
“Here’s the thing. You can tell them anything. In fact, you can tell them everything,” Stiles explains, wavering back and forth on his feet. He puts both of his hands on your shoulders, casting his chin downward.
“Just remember, I will still be here. And I will know about it all.” Chewing the inside of your cheek, you nod your head slightly.
“Good”, he mumbles and moves his hands to cup your face. It starts out sluggish, yet before you know it, Stiles’ face is hovering above you and his lips are suddenly on yours. And yet, that’s not the weirdest part. The weirdest part is the face that you don’t revolt instantly. No. You kiss back, long and passionate. Who were you to let this thing that held you captive take you by the lips? Who were you to allow it, to kiss back even?
Stiles pulled away, a delicious smirk on his face, “I told you that I’d take a piece for myself.”
Breathless, you blink and Stiles was gone. Fumbling a couple steps though the hallway, extremely disoriented, you realize that this was was the first time you had been alone in over 24 hours. Hope started to build up inside you as you raced to the nearest exit, making sure the sound of your shoes didn’t echo too loud. As you round the corner, you saw a set of double glass doors with a street light peering into the school. In the parking lot sat one, navy blue, isolated Ford truck.
Sprinting towards the door, you felt your cracked lips spread across your face in a relieved smile. You slam against the door only to be thrown backwards by a powerful force. The air slips from your lungs as the cold, hard hallway floor pounds into your back. You roll onto your stomach and begin to cough violently. The air couldn’t seem to get back into you quick enough and your entire body ached from the impact. Wobbling onto your feet, you maneuver your way back over to the set of doors, this time pushing lightly. They only push your hand away.
“No…” you mumble, “No!”
You pound your fists on the glass doors, frustration raging through your body. You were supposed to get out, you were free. Yet, somehow you were still locked up in the manacles of Void Stiles.
Hours passed, you had wandered around the school, in and out of classrooms. The moon still hung high in the night sky and Void Stiles was still no where to be seen. You round a corner close to the entrance of the school and hear the sound of a car door slamming. Whipping your head around, you start towards the doors of the school, hoping to see someone there. Sprinting towards the door, you see a figure covered in a black clothing step out of the Ford truck. Hope begins to spark inside of you like fireworks. You pound your fists against the glass, but keep your mouth shut in fear of Void Stiles deciding to join you.
The figure ignores your fists and continues to walk towards the side of the school until they are out of sight. You sink to your knees, tears now pricking at your eyes.
No, you thought.
I will not cry.
You turn back to the school and see Stiles standing a couple feet in front you, his hands clasped behind his back. You gasp, digging your back into the door.
“You didn’t really think they were going to save you…did you?” he asks with a devious smirk on his face, sauntering towards you. Swallowing hard, you ball your hands into fists.
“Someone’s coming to get me,” you mutter. Stiles rolls his eyes and crouches down to you. He puts his forefinger under your chin, staring lustfully into your eyes.
"No one’s coming to get you sweetheart.”
The sound of a door opening comes from down the hall, both you and Stiles turn to look. A couple seconds of silence pass before Scott, dressed in black clothing, comes bounding down the hall, his eyes lit up red.
Immediately, Stiles takes you into his arms, pushing your frame into his chest. You shout, fighting against his tightening grip. Scott stands a few front of Stiles with his red eyes glimmering feverishly. Stiles merely shows you off like a prize, dangling you in front of Scott.
“Took your time, didn’t you Scott?” Stiles chirps, “Poor little Y/N here thought she was going to have to stay with me forever.”
Scott tucked his head down into his chin, “Hand her over, Stiles.”
Stiles readjusts his grip on you.
“There will be no handing over in this game. If you want her, come and fight for her.” With that, Stiles takes you by the hand and drags you through the empty halls of the school, the soles of his shoes slapping against the floor. At first you hesitated, desperately turning your head to get a look at Scott who was surprisingly not behind you. You look back to Stiles, his pale face flushed red in the streaks of moonlight that shone in from the windows.
Your brain was slow, but a particular thought hit you like a truck. You slowed your steps, weighing down Stiles.
“Stop!” you say, refusing to move. Stiles pauses, anxious to keep going. He turns to face you, the corners of his chapped lips now turned down in a demeaning glare. He beckons you to speak.
“Scott’s a wolf, he can hear the tiniest sounds. It wouldn’t be wise to run through the halls, he’ll catch us in a heartbeat,” you mutter. Stiles’ eyes flicker up and down your body.
“Why now are you working with me?” he questions. You shuffled your feet, giving his hand a tight squeeze.
“Just coming to my senses, I suppose.” The lie was like poison on your tongue, but it came out believable. Stiles cocked an eyebrow and started walking, this time placing his feet gingerly on the ground. Stiles led you through the halls towards the gym. Pulling you towards the middle of the gym, you scuffed the heel of your shoe along the floor, flinching at it’s eerie sound. Stiles cringed, whipping his head to look at you, anger dripping from his face.
“Keep it down!”
You nod your head slightly but as soon as Stiles looks away, you cast a glance around the gym looking for any sign of Scott. Stiles stops abruptly in the middle of the gym, causing you to run into him.
“He’ll find us here…” you whisper, your cheeks flushed red.
Stiles smiles, “That’s the whole point.”
The lights in the gym begin to flicker, shuttering Stiles’ pale face in a fraction of seconds. Stiles looks around, knitting his eyebrows together as he tries to spot his fiend. You distance yourself from him, placing yourself right behind his back. Stiles did not question your movements, yet instead he kept his eyes focused on the room in front of him.
With one last flicker from the lights the gym is submerged in pitch black darkness, followed by the sound of footsteps. A hand claps on your shoulder, kneading it’s fingers into your skin. You turn your head slightly to see two red orbs glowing in the middle of the darkness.
“Scott?” you whisper in a trembling voice.
“Go Y/N! Go! Run!” he growls. And as if on cue, Stiles turns around to the sound of the ruckus and you take off running, moving your shaking legs as fast as they can go. Stiles lets out a howl as you escape his grip, plunging yourself right into the darkness of the gym. Everything around you seems to go blank, your body is entirely numb. All you can think about is running as far away from this gym as you can.
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valentinaapower · 3 years
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Requests are open
My requests are open. Taking prompts, send them in.
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valentinaapower · 5 years
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Hi I was just wondering if there was a part two of Freezing? The first one was so good
Aww thank you! There is not a part two posted but I just started working on one :)
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valentinaapower · 5 years
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Do you have a Masterlist
Yes I do! https://destinywriting.tumblr.com/post/167882304577/masterlist
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Hey could you do a Cage Wallace x Male Reader imagine with prompt #79??? Thanks!!!
I’ve been waiting for someone to request Cage :) Posted, enjoy! 
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Four Walls
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: CagexMale!Reader
Word Count: 824
Warnings: angst, then some fluff
#79: “Lie me down and kiss me”
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Cage had been distant the past couple days, held up with the unruly 100. Ever since he claimed his new position of power, it seemed as if he shed his old personality and replaced it with a whole new one. You’d catch glances of him in the morning, as he rose so early, and during the long hours of the night where his eyes were rubbed red. Yet, you could never pinpoint what had set him over the edge, what caused him to hide beneath this new found mask.
You walked briskly through the halls, dodging in between workers and soldiers. Cage had been a ghost the past couple days, whisking in and out the rooms of Mount Weather. You’re feet directed you towards a soldier who stood perfectly still right outside the control room. He hands locked with one another and he kept his gaze steadied on the wall in front of him.
“Is Cage in there?” you asked, gesturing to the doors behind him. The solider’s eyes flicker from you to the wall, he inhales a deep sigh.
“Cage is busy right now,” he grumbles, shifting his weight from each foot. You scoff and press your hand against the door, reaching for the handle. The soldier grabs onto your shoulders and pulls you back.
“I need to see Cage!” you scowled. The soldier pushed you away from the door, flaring his nostrils.
“I told you, he is busy.”
You fold your arms across your chest and nod numbly, hesitantly wrapping your mind around his answer. You pause for a few moments, sliding your tongue over you bottom lip.
“Well..that doesn't stop me,” you breathe and shove past the guard. You hurry towards the door, the soldier clawing at your heels. Yanking the door open, you watch as the soldier disappears, rage twisting against his face. You turn your head to see cage standing in front of a series of TV screens that displays every corner of Mount Weather. Three other men with choleric looks on their faces turn their attention to you.
“Y/N..” Cage falters, striding over towards you. He lowers his mouth close to your ear, “What are you doing here?” he says with a sharp tone. Your eyes dance from him to the three men then back to him. You remain still, bound in a puzzled state.
“I-I,” you fumbled over your words. You could feel your heart pound in your throat, “I just needed to see you,” you mumbled sheepishly. Cage pushes his lips together. You swallow hard as the veins bulge out of the side of his neck.
“Get out,” Cage says. You look at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“Excuse me?”
“Get out!” Cage shouts. The men behind him flick their heads to look at Cage. You step back, taking a deep breath. Nodding your head, you turn to walk out of the room.
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Cage walks into your shared room later that night with a shameful look on his face. You stay seated on the bed, eyes pinned to the wall.
“I’m sorry,” Cage mumbles. You glance over to him and his grey, melancholic face. You hang your head so that your chin dips into your chest.
“Why...” you whisper. Cage steps closer to you, crouching down to your level.
“What-”
“Why have you not been coming home? Why are you so distant? You don’t even act like yourself, Cage,” your words pour through your lips subconsciously. Cage puts two fingers under your chin and lifts it up so that your eyes are not staring directly into his.
“I’ve just been busy,” is what he responds. You pull away from his touch.
“Busy with what? What are you doing Cage? What’s been keeping you up a night?” you sneer. Cage furrows his eyebrows, his mouth agape. “Yeah that's right, I hear you get up in the middle of the night. I hear you pace around the room, talk to yourself. And sometimes you just leave and I’m left gambling with myself on whether or not you’ll return.”
“Well that’s just childish...” he murmurs. His words hit you like a bullet train, barreling over your bones. You began to question everything at this point, dawdling in the dark looking for a sufficient answer. “You know I’ll always come back, Y/N. You know I’d never leave you like that,” Cage says.
“Do I?” you reply. Silence follows your words. A long, crippling silence. Your eyes flickered around the room, occasionally dancing over Cage. “Cage,” his name floated across your mouth.
Cage lifted his head, “Yeah?”
You shifted closer to the edge of the bed, “Lie me down and kiss me.”
Cage settles down on the bed, cupping your face with his hands, “I’m sorry,” he mumbles as he plants his lips onto yours. Cage crawls on top of you, pushing your body back against the mattress. You wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer into you.
“I’ll never leave,” Cage breathes.
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Can you do a Teen Wolf one-shot where the female reader is dating Scott, is part of his pack and is a witch, and she cheers him up when he has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day? No smut, please. Swearing is allowed, but no smut.
Posted. Enjoy :)
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Witchy Things
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: ScottxWitch!Reader
Word count: 738
Warnings: Fluff, kind of short. I tried to incorporate the witch part without making it seem too cheesy. 
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The pack meeting ended rather abruptly. Scott stormed out of the old Hale house, steam protruding from his ears. The chatter immediately ceased and everyone turned their heads towards you, as if you something you could say would justify Scott’s actions.
“What? Just because I’m a witch doesn’t mean I can magically pull answers out of the air,” you say defensively, throwing your hands down at your sides. Stiles runs his spindly fingers through his hair, gesturing vaguely towards you.
“Do you at least know why he’s been this way lately?” Stiles murmurs. You furrow your eyebrows. Leave it to Stiles to ask the most unhelpful questions.
“We have an unknown beta running around Beacon Hills, Stiles. Is that not enough for you?” you retort. Malia folds her arms across his chest, darting her eyes up and down your body.
“Maybe it’s girl problems that’s got Scott all bothered,” Malia snorts. You shoot Malia a wicked glare, only to be replied with the slight upwards tug of her lips.
“I’m going to go check on him. I’ll see you all tomorrow,” you mumble, pivoting your heel towards the exit.
The air outside is cool, nipping at the high points of your cheeks. Your breath pours from your mouth, materializing into a silver cloud once it hits the air. Scott stands a few feet away from the house, his hands dug into his pockets. You walk up to him slowly, planning out what you were going to say. It felt as if though for weeks you were spinning yourself in a circle, digging your own grave. Scott just wasn’t acting normally and it seems that nothing you said made a difference.
You open your mouth to say something but Scott quickly cuts you off, “Save it,” he mumbles, air blowing from his flared nostrils. You tuck your head close to your chest and try to conceal the sudden feeling of defeat.
“Follow me,” you say after a few moments, reaching out to take Scott’s hand that hangs loosely at his side. You gingerly grab his fingers, pulling him deeper into the ominous forest surrounding the old Hale house. Scott's feet shuffle across the dead leaves, his head tilted towards the direction of the house.
“Where are you taking me?” he asks with fault in his voice. You continue to pull him further into the silhouetted trees.
“Nowhere,” you reply. Scott tugs on your arm, fighting against your grip. He pulls his hand free from your grasp.
“I need to get back there, the pack is waiting for me,” he demands, angling his body back towards the house. You don’t try to hide the rolling of your eyes.
“Don’t bother, I already sent them home. You need a break,” you reply, drifting closer to him. Scott sighs and rests his eyes on you.
“Can you still do the thing?” he asks, gesturing limply with his hands. You tilt your head, puzzled by his vague question.
“What thing?” you ask. Scott flails his hands slightly, suddenly flustered.
“This thing, you know...with your fingers and the light,” he replies, tripping over his tongue. You smile slightly. Once when Scott was feeling down, you had played with the light surrounding you, twisting and kneading it into colorful twists and sparklers that danced through the air. Scott was so enthralled by it but never once asked you to do it again.
“Yeah, I can still do it,” you mumble softly, raising your palm up towards your chest. The smallest flicker of light ignites against your skin, burning bright against Scott’s eyes. He flinches as it flickers but instinctively leans closer into it. You push the light into the air, sending it flying towards the trees. The glowing beacon bounces against the leaves and is sent back down in a spiraling flame. You grasp it in your palm, burying it with your fingers before opening it up again and pushing it towards Scott’s face.
“Wow,” Scott breathes, the light dancing against the tip of his nose, “That is way cooler than being a werewolf.” You snort and raised your other hand, a separate pool of light spilling into the middle of your palm.
“You're a really bad liar,” you tease, sending both streaks of light into the air. Scott hooks an arm around your shoulder pulling you close against him.
“Tomorrow will be a better day,” he mutters to himself.
You take in a deep breath, “I’m sure it will.”
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Can you do a dean x reader imagine inspired by the song Hearts Don't Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran? Thank you!
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Hearts Don’t Break Around Here
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: DeanxReader
Word count: 744
Warnings: So much fluff 
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The cut above Dean’s eyebrow bled profusely. He sat hunched over with his head cradled in his fingers, painful groans rumbling through his lips. Your heart didn’t stop racing as images of the hunt played back in your head. You paused before Dean, picturing the vampire hovering over his crumpled body. You swallowed hard.
“Sweetheart, hello? You ok?” Dean asked as he latched his hand around your wrist. You jump awake from your trance and stare down at Dean and his battered face.
“Yeah...yeah I’m alright,” you murmured and knelt down. You took his chin between your fingers and positioned his face so that it was lined up with yours. You eyes flickered over his wound before you pressed the damp cloth against it. Dean remained still.
“Y/N are you still thinking about the hunt? I’m fine! The vamp..he didn’t get me,” Dean pleaded, still gripping onto your hand. You stood up, throwing your hands down towards your sides.
“But he could of Dean! He could of gotten you!” you clamored, “What would I do without you?” The scene flashed back into your head.
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Dean climbed up the stairs of the mansion, still oblivious to what you were hunting. He told you that he’d be back in a minute. You nodded your head and continued to scour the main floor for any evidence of a monster that had camped out here. Worn leather cover books crowded the shelves and the floor. The furniture was covered in a thin clear plastic that had rat teeth marks ripped through them. A broken chandelier swung from the ceiling accompanied by other shattered lights. As you stepped into the kitchen, the sole of your shoe caught something slippery sending you sliding. You cast the flashlight towards the ground to see not one, but three black sleeping bag laid across the floor. A nest. A vampire's nest. Adrenaline was released into your veins.
“Dean,” you called, waiting a few moments for his voice. The house remained quiet.
“Dean!” You yelled again, louder this time. The answer came as the sound of glass shattering against the wall. You dodge the sleeping bags cascaded across the floor as you run upstairs, following the source of the falling objects. Down the hallway, one of the doors is open,  a dim light shines through and hits the dusty carpet. You burst into the room to see Dean fighting off a vampire that hovers over his body, its jagged teeth hovering over Dean’s pulsing skin. You stand frozen, horrified by the sight unwinding in front of you. You felt your heart throb against your esophagus.
It’s going to get him, you thought.
It’s going to get him.
You shake your body out of its paralysis and look around the room. The bookshelf in front of you has splintered, jagged wood sticking out from all sides. You wrap two hands around a thick piece of stained wood and yank it from the shelf. Dean’s eyes lock on you, the vampire begins to overpower him.
“Dean!” you shouted, hurrying over to him. Dean’s eyes connect with the wood clutched between your shaking hands. He grumbles and shoves the vampire to the ground, his cheeks glowing a bright red. You raise the wooden stake above your head and plunge it into the vampire’s chest, letting the air flow from your lips as you watch the light from its eyes die out.
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You were shaking as you awoke from your memories. Dean somehow had lifted you onto the misshapen couch sat against the dusty hotel window. He was staring at you with his lips parted.
“I could of lost you...” you mumbled, lifting you head slightly to look him in the eye. Dean sat down next to you, putting his lips close to your ear. He places his hand against the small of your back and rubs small, soothing circles. A soft, slow melody rises in this throat, pouring out through his lips.
“What would I have done with a broken heart?” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“Hearts don’t break around here, darling,” Dean whispers. You smile and reach out to rub the pad of your thumb against his cheek.
"I love you," you say, finally feeling the air settle back into your lungs.
"I love me too," Dean chuckles. Your jaw drops yet the corners of your mouth still turn up.
"Dean Winchester!" you laugh teasingly. Dean attempts to hide his beaming smile.
"I love you too."
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Yes I mean Theo Raeken, I'm so sorry I should've clarified
Haha no worries. Just posted it. Enjoy! :) 
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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No Priorities
 Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: TheoxReader
Word Count: 950
Warnings: Suggested smut, possessive, whiny Theo
Quite a few numbers for this one so I won’t list all of them. 
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You sat at the desk in your room, nose deep into homework. A cramp ached in the center of your palm from gripping your pen for so long. Theo sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone. The screen illuminated his bored expression. He heaved a sigh before letting his head loll back against a pillow. As you came upon another question, drawn out frustration bubbled in your stomach. You slammed your pen against your notebook, letting out a exasperated groan. Theo looked over the edge of his phone, studying your pained expression.
“Babe come over here. Take a break. Cuddle with me,” Theo beckons, throwing his phone down on the side of the bed. After a few seconds of silence, he chirped up again, “After all, I am way more important than your homework.” You looked up at Theo and simply rolled your eyes before letting your head hang, the early shocks of a migraine seizing your temples. Theo’s presses his lips together as he sits up on the bed, his eyes darting across your body.
“Don’t make me come over there,” Theo announces. You cock an eyebrow, lifting your head slowly to look at him.
“Bite me,” you reply, playfully sticking your tongue out. Theo tries to hide the smirk growing across his face. He moves his legs out from underneath him, stretching them across the bed.
“Wow...I see how it is...” he mumbles, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip. He runs his fingers impatiently through his hair,  “But seriously, what do I have to do to in order for you to get over here and kiss me?” he asks in a whiny tone. You slam the tip your pen against the notebook rested on your lap.
“Theo! I have homework to do,” you seethe, looking at him straight in the eye. Theo shifts, yet his demands never falter. He fumbles with his fingers, conjuring up a different way to get to you.
Theo tilts his head, “You know.. you look amazing,” He cringes slightly at the cheesiness, yet nonetheless still hoped for your undivided attention. Theo lets out a another prolonged sigh, growing querulous by the minute. “Is that my sweatshirt?” You looked down at your clothes to see that you were wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and, in fact, one of Theo’s old black sweatshirts.
“I guess it is,” you murmured, smiling slightly. Just as Theo went to open his mouth, your phone vibrated.
“Who’s that from?” Theo asks, arching his back slightly. You open your phone and begin to text back.
“Nicholas...” you catch yourself as your eyes graze the screen, “Er... a kid in one of my classes,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You feel your cheeks flush a bright red. Theo perks his eyebrows.
“Nicholas...” he ponders, shifting slightly. “Who is this?” Theo asks. You look at Theo with a blank expression, successfully concealing a devious smirk as you press the send button.
“Sweetheart, are you jealous?” you sneer. Theo furrows his eyebrows, “No,” he responds curtly. Another text pops up your phone. Deviously, you laugh at the text, slapping your hand against your leg. Theo flinches, his stare hardening. He swings his legs off the bed and strides towards you, pulling the phone from your hands. Setting the phone on the desk, Theo inches closer to you, pinning your chair against the wooden edge of the desk. He continues to rest his hands against the wood on either side of your body, caging you between his arms.
“Babe, don’t tease like that,” he mumbles gruffly. Your jaw clenches as you raise your chin.
“Try me.”
Theo loses it. He grabs your face, ferociously slamming his lips into yours. His body moves rhythmically, sighs exerted from his nostrils.
“You’re not going back to that homework,” Theo says in between kisses.
“Make me,” you gasp.
Theo wraps his hands around the bottom of your thighs, lifting you into his chest with a grunt. He stumbles towards the bed and lets go, allowing you to collapse onto the soft white sheets. As he climbs on top of you, he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. You hold your breath for a second, sliding your hands up Theo’s torso.
“Like what you see?” he smirks. Theo lowers his lips onto yours again. You slide your hands through his hair, glee spreading throughout your body. He moves his lips to your jaw, pressing his mouth all the way down your neck.
“You’re so beautiful..” Theo mumbles in between kisses. You hook your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer into you.
“I’ll love you forever and always,” you murmur. Theo smiles, sliding his hands against the curves of your waist and the proceeds to yank his sweatshirt over your head. The cold air attacks your skin as Theo presses his hands against your shoulders. Pure bliss burns inside you as you catch sight of your notebook, sitting disregarded on the floor.
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You wake up abnormally early the next morning. Looking over at the clock beside your bed, you were shocked to see that it hadn’t even struck five yet. You turned you head to see Theo’s eyes fluttering open, he looks adoringly at you.
“Last night was fun,” he whispers, his voice still husky from sleeping. You chuckle, shifting closer to him.
“I still haven’t done my homework though...” you say, grabbing his hand underneath covers.
Theo rolls his eyes, “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. Because I know that was you pleading-”
“Theo!” you gasped, giving his hand a playful squeeze. Theo laughs.
“You’re so cute,” he mumbles as the earliest of the sun rays peak into the room.
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Number 25 with Finn Collins of The 100, please?
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Early Days
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: FinnxReader
Word Count: 370
Warnings: Fluffy
#25 - “If I sleep in with you, I’ll be fired” Send me a number
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Early morning sun rays beat down on the steel siding of your room, yet inside cool air still roamed about. You to grabbed the warm blanket at your waist and pulled it up into your chest. The piercing beeping sound of your alarm suddenly sounded, causing you to merely jump out of the bed. Finn lets out a groan and proceeds to rub his eyes. You swing your right hand across your chest and hit the top of the alarm, signaling it’s silence. In big, red block numbers, the digital clock reads 7 a.m.
“It can’t be time to get up already,” you groan as you arch your back, stretching out your sore and tired muscles. Finn turns to face you, a small smile on his face as wraps his arms around your body, pulling you close into his chest. A sigh escapes your lips, a feeling of coziness warming your body. Finn perches his chin on top of your head, his fingers drawing abstract figures on the small of your back.
“You don’t have to get up. Stay here with me,” Finn whispers, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You let out a prolonged sigh, wishing that you could stay here, wishing that you could spend every moment in this sweet serenity.
“You make a very compelling argument,” you mumble. Finn chuckles. “But unfortunately, if I sleep in with you, I’ll be fired,” you say and wiggle out of Finn’s grasp. As you slide off the bed, your feet touch the cold stone floor, allowing your back to erupt in shivers. Finn groans into his pillow, his arm extended, palm open, waiting for you to grab his hand and climb back into bed.
“Is having a job all that important?” Finn mumbles into the pillow sheet. You laugh and pull a shirt over your head.
“If you consider being fed important, then yes it is,” you reply, cracking a wise smile.
Finn flicks his hand at you, “Ugh fine, just go to work then.”
You grab a jacket and open the door leading out into the steel halls of Arkadia, “I’ll try and get the early shift,” you say before stepping out and closing the door.
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valentinaapower · 6 years
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Hi can you do a Theo imagine with prompts 1, 5, 6, 11, 12, 20, 27, 45, 48, 52, 53, 56, 60, 64, 74, 75, 84, 85, and 86? I'm so sorry if it's too much you can break them into different parts or sections. Thank you 💙
You mean Theo Raeken, right?
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