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velvetcloxds · 3 years

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IT’S POETIC| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Warnings: none that I can think off, reader gets bit so there's blood

Summary: Reader is fighting with Scott and Stiles after Scott bit her by accident and in the panic of the situation the reader goes to Derek's loft for help.

"Call Derek!" I shout looking down at my stomach. Feeling the warm liquid drench the shirt in my grip. I look up to see Stiles and Scott staring at me bewildered. "Call him!" I repeat with the same urgency.

"We don't need him. We can handle this on our own." Scott replies carefully.

"Really, Scott? Can you really?" I step forward and Scott steps back as soon as I do. "You bloody bit me!" I yell angrily lifting my shirt to reveal the remnants of the bite-marks.

"Not on purpose!" He shouts back, lifting his hands up in defense as Stiles just looks out of the window, amusement in his eyes as he conceals a guilty smile.

"That seems to be a recurring issue for you, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, well we didn't call him last time either." Scott replies with a shrug as he looks to Stiles who simply shakes his head.

"Yeah and that went marvelously well," Stiles chimes in, catching my eye as he walks towards me. He bends down to look at the wound and looks away immediately. "Maybe she's right." He mumbles while covering his mouth to force down a gag.

"I can't call him in for a favour in the middle of the night, what if we wait until tomorrow and I can take you to see Deaton?" He questions, although the stern look in my eyes leaves no need for reply. "Y/n..." He groans pulling a hand through his hair.

"What? Am I being difficult Scott? Am I being a bit dramatic over the fact that you accidentally made a decision that could change my entire life?" I demand bitterly and I see Scott hover as he searches for an answer. I sigh grabbing my jacket and pulling it over my shoulders to hide the blood before turning to face the boys. "Screw it, I'll go to him myself." I push passed them and ignore their objecting opinions as I rush out of the house and into my car.

The ride to the loft seemed to take forever as my mind spun in a continues circle, trying desperately to come to terms with what just happened. Not that it would come easy at all. I only found out about all of this a few months ago and now I'm being thrown into this world head first with no clue how to land on my feet. There was no part of me that ever for one second liked the idea of being a werewolf, partly because the second you get the bite you step onto a permanent battlefield. And realistically speaking I wasn't ready for any of it. I'm not willingly going to put myself in endless danger in order to protect everyone and the sharp pain settling in my stomach won't change that.

I pull the jacket tighter around my body forcing the sides together with one hand while the other furiously bangs against the metal door. "Derek!" I shout stopping the knocking briefly before continuing when there's no reply. "Derek!" I repeat with less volume and more desperation as I see blood staining my jacket as well. I pull away from the door and throw the jacket to the ground to push pressure onto the wound. My hands digging against the ripped flesh without any results, but I force down even harder, needing to catch my breath as the pain deepens.

"Y/n?" A voice asks and I look up to see the door wide open with a confused Derek looking at me.

"It won't stop bleeding," I comment quickly, looking down at my hands. "It won't stop-" I feel my hands start shaking and it only makes me try harder to keep them still. "It won't stop bleeding." I repeat and I hear his feet shuffle towards me before his own hands come into view, covering mine to take them off of my stomach.

"Breathe," He whispers as my hands drop to my sides. I do as I'm told, focusing on inhaling slowly to let the sudden urge of panic fade. "What happened?" He asks when I finally look up at him.

"Scott." I reply dryly, shakily lifting the shirt to reveal the settling marks of teeth. He nods quickly before turning to walk into the loft and I follow him eagerly. My hands slip over the red button to rearm the alarm before I sit down on his bed.

"Take off your shirt," He demands and I hover momentarily before he kneels down in front of me with a new shirt and a bunch of towels in his arms. "It'll heal eventually, but we need to clean you up." I nod slowly before briskly bringing the shirt over my head.

His actions are delicate as he silently clears the blood from the wound, lightly pushing onto the surface of my skin to soak up most of the dampness. He does this for a while until the bleeding finally stops, leaving nothing but a fresh wound in view. His fingers move over the spot slowly, stopping only when our eyes meet.

"It's healing," I state lifting my hand to his, feeling the muscles tighten when our fingers brush against each other. I scoff softly. "I can feel it." He simply nods before leaning forward to help me pull one of his shirts on and a sense of familiarity fills my mind as the scent surrounds me.

I allow the strange comfort to embrace me for a brief moment before I feel the bed tilt beside me. He sits down quietly, leaving a small amount of space between us as our shoulders timidly rest against each other.

"You're going to be okay." He says suddenly, surprising me.

"Depends on your version of okay." I retort and I bite down at my lip to hide the bitterness begging to escape pass them.

"You're not dying," He turns to me and an unexpected urgency sparkles in his eyes as he looks at me. "You could be dying and you're not. You're going to be okay." I turn my body against his, folding my legs under me as I move onto the bed more.

"But I'll be like you. I don't want to be like you." I say softly and he turns his body as well.

"Well I won't be like that for much longer." He whispers and I watch him close his eyes, opening them to reveal pools of gold sparkling in the darkness a clear contrast to the drowning sapphire they used to be. A small gasp leaves my lips at the sight and my mind screams with thousands of questions. But instead of asking any of them I reach up to his face allowing my fingers to faintly hover above his eyelashes.

"What does this mean?" I question in a hushed tone keeping my hand still only for him to nimbly take hold of my wrist restraining me while also sinking both out arms to his lap.

"Alone it could mean nothing. But paired with the loss of my sense of smell, the human like healing and the inability to shift completely..."

"You're losing your powers," I complete and he nods. Guilt rushes into my heart as soon as the realization sets in. Here I was making a big scene because I've been forced to become a werewolf all while Derek is losing something that's been part of him for his entire life. "Derek..."

"You didn't know."

"What will happen if you lose it. Will you be a human?"

"Or I'll be dead," He states bluntly and I inhale sharply at the lack of emotion to which he looks at me. His hand slips from my wrist to my palm and I soon feel his fingers tangling with mine. "Why did you come here, Y/n? Scott's been through this before, he knows what to do."

"I don't know," I answer honestly my eyes remaining focused on our entwined hands. "Maybe a part me just knew I could trust you," I trail my gaze to meet his. "Maybe part of me knew you shouldn't be alone."

"You barely know me. "

"But I'm here and you're here," I bring my other hand up to his chest feeling the slow movement of his breathing. "And neither of us needs to be alone. It's almost poetic." I comment willing my heart to settle as he leans forward in a subtly movement.

"Like death..." He adds and a smile plays with his lips when he looks over at me. His fingers abandon mine and in a rapid gesture I'm pulled onto his lap with my body pressed against his.

"Like kissing." I add feeling the hand on my back securing me in a soft yet strong hold. My breathing quickens as a respond to his touch but also slows as soon as I feel his lips connecting with mine. A rush of electricity spins into my body creating a trail of cold shivers along my spine. I grasp onto his shoulders when his lips leave mine and he watches with a smirk as a shade of rose tints my cheeks.

"Like your lips," He comments using his other hand to turn my head back towards him looking up at me due to my position. "I'm glad you came here." His fingers trace over my lips gently before he slowly guides me back onto the bed adding a good amount of distance between us with emits a groan from me due to the sudden coldness filling my body.

A steady smirk remains on his lips while he grabs a pillow and a blanket from the bed before getting up and walking over to the couch where he settles himself with ease.

"No more poetry?" I question pulling my legs against my chest.

"Maybe tomorrow," He states quickly glancing down at my stomach before locking eyes with me. "Definitely tomorrow."

I nod to myself, understanding what he means and suddenly the fear from earlier streams back into my mind reminding me why I'm here in the first place. But at the same time a new unfamiliar ease fills my heart. I crawl to the top of the bed pulling the blanket over my legs as my head sinks into the pillow, the same sweet scent surrounding me.

"Derek?" I question and he hums in reply. "I think you're going to be okay too." He laughs softly making me smile slightly before I close my eyes.

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3mmafr0st · 6 years

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I got SHOT!

Peter Parker x Mutant!Reader

I woke up to a large crash coming from the kitchen. I grabbed a robe as fast as I could, which is pretty darn fast and ran to my kitchen. The lights were on even though I had turned them off before I went to bed, but I could hear the whistling of the wind coming from a window that I did not leave open. My back was to the wall, ready to attack. I made the turn and screamed. I accidentally broke all of my glasses too. Damn, that was the eighth time this month. What was in my kitchen? Peter Parker, (or Spider-Man, whichever you prefer) on the floor, bleeding.

“Hey! What the heck was that for? He said, covering his ears.

“I’m not the one who broke in! The least you could have done is called first!” I yelled back. Hey, he started it.

“I got SHOT!”

“Oh, right, I should probably help with that,” I said. I helped him up and laid him on the kitchen table so I could get to work. Then, I realized. How was I going to get the suit off so I could get the bullet?

“Parker?”

“Yeah, what?” He said, breathing heavily.

“How do you get the suit off?” I said.” I have to have it off before I can fix anything. Peter blushed hard, like firetruck red.

“Um, just don’t judge me, okay?” he responded and pressed a small button on his neck. I watched as the nanotech retracted back, leaving a fully naked Peter in front of me.

“Come on, Parker, really?” I said.

“Hey! I said don’t judge me, and it’s not as comfortable when I have clothes on under it, ok?” I ignored his excuses and focused on the wound. The bullet was still in his gut, but not too deep so it wouldn’t be too difficult to extract. I went and collected supplies, a few rags and towels, water, pliers, some bandages, needle and thread, and finally some antiseptic. Once I was back, I placed it all on the table next to me.

“I have to do a lot of things that are gonna kill, ok? It’s gonna hurt a fuck ton and there’s nothing that I can do about it because I don’t have anesthesia, but I’ll give you painkillers later.” he nodded back to me, and I stuffed one of the towels into his mouth and proceeded to get to work. I first cleaned up the mess of blood that surrounded the wound. After that, I grabbed the pliers and psyched myself up.

“Ok, now this is gonna hurt ok?” I said. I put the pliers around the around the bullet and started to pull gently. I watched guiltily as Peter bit down hard on the towel and screamed into it. His eyes teared up as I got the bullet free.

“I got the bullet out, but this is where it gets a hell of a lot worse, just warning you now,” I told him. I poured some antiseptic onto one of the towels and started to clean the wound so it wouldn’t get infected. His face contorted in pain and he grabbed my hand. He squeezed. Hard. I felt so bad, but I had to continue. I worked on the hole, first finishing cleaning it, then painfully sewing it up to make sure it heals and then finishing up with a good amount of bandages wrapped around his abdomen. That’s when I yet again realized that he was butt naked. For a 17-year-old nerd, he is fit as fuck, and honestly, quite big down there.

“Welp, you know you’ve just sentenced us both to death right? When Tony finds out about this, he’s gonna flip his shit.” He tried to laugh but ended up with a pained cry out. I checked the time, 3:00 AM. Thank gods it wasn’t a school day, and I’m good at lying. I slung Peter’s arm around my shoulders and helped him into my bedroom. After laying him down on my bed, I laid down on the couch that I had in my room and waited for him to fall asleep

A/n: Should I do a part 2 for this? Tell me, please.

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