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Burned

Mateo Chavez x reader

Request (anon): neither one of you can bake but you try to make a cake together

Warnings: A burn, description of a burn

A/n: ahhh so sorry this took so long. I wrote a different version but ended up scrapping it bc I didn't like it lol

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“I kinda need this to turn out halfway decent, cause I told the team it was gonna be the bomb.” Mateo fumbled with a set of measuring cups, dropping them on the counter without much warning.

“Why would you set yourself up like that?” You laughed, handing him the bag of flour.

“Have faith in me.” He felt the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

“I had faith in you last time, I know how you bake.” You jabbed.

“Yeah,” he started, turning towards you with a mock attitude, “I know how you bake too-“

“All the more reason why the cookies were trashed last time.”

Mateo couldn’t argue there. He nodded in agreement before pulling out his phone. He had an audio recording of a Chocolate Fudge Cake recipie saved, and ready to play. He started it, and the two of you got to work.

The recording went by too fast, and you both struggled to keep up. You needed to leave a hand free of ingredients just to pause the recording every few moments.

“How much is a sprinkle?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

Despite the simple directions stated in the recipe, you and Mateo were struggling. Baking was neither of your strong suit’s. Judging by your lack of improvement from the last time you’d tried to bake together, you thought, it would never be. How hard could baking a birthday cake be?

A failed batch of batter and two raw eggs dropped on the floor later, you had the cake in the oven. All that was left to do was to clean up the awful mess you two had made and wait until it was ready to frost.

After the designated baking time, the cake didn’t quite look done. It looked mushy, and was still far more liquid than solid.

“What’s wrong with it?” You asked, poking at the center with a fork.

“Maybe we messed up a step somewhere. Should we just leave it in for longer?”

You shrugged, “I guess so.”

The two of you laughed at the situation, leaving the cake in for another few minutes. Thankfully, it finished baking in that time and looked half decent.

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” Mateo announced, taking the pans out of the oven. He set them both on top of the two potholders you’d laid out and excused himself, leaving the kitchen with a purpose.

You continued your task, finishing washing the utensils. As you went to start wiping the counter down, a small edge in the corner of your eye caught your attention. One of the pans was hanging off of the counter, just a little. It was a bit of a safety risk there. Either one of you could walk by it and bump it, resulting in either a loss of half the cake or the pan burning someone. Without thinking much of it, you grabbed the it to move it a safe distance onto the countertop.

A blinding heat cleared every thought from your mind, and stopped you in your tracks. A yelp escaped your mouth, followed by the smack of the pan landing back on the counter. You subconsciously crouched down, clutching your hand into yourself.

“Y/n?!” Mateo called out, you heard swift footsteps bound towards your location.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He appeared by your side, crouching down to find out what was wrong.

Your jaw wired itself shut in a clench. All you could do was let out a single heavy breath in replies. Mateo looked around, eyes landing on the misplaced pan seemingly thrown on the counter.

“Were you burned?” He asked, already knowing the answer. After you nodded, Mateo requested to see the affected area. Reluctantly, you let him have your hand.

The burn itself was spread across your hand, you could already see it starting to blister into your palm. Thankfully, it wasn’t extremely severe. 2nd degree at the worst, even though it sung like hell. The skin around the blister was red and swelling up quickly. You could feel the throb throughout your wrist, and the pain was increasing as your initial adrenaline began to wear off.

“We need to cool it down with water before the heat spreads any more.”

That was all you needed to hear before you could not stand still anymore.

You left him in the dust in your beeline back to the sink. The faucet started up quickly at the coldest temperature you could turn it to, but you were prevented from submerging your hand into the stream.

“Wait!” Mateo felt the water temperature, “You can’t put cold water on a burn like this.” He turned the handle to the left, warming the temperature just enough to make the temperature less icy.

You squirmed in place, barely able to manage the heat radiating from your hand. At this point, you were nearly in tears. You’d never really had a high pain tolerance, and the surrounding area had swollen enough to ache at every little movement. When Mateo deemed the temperature correct, he reached out to take your hand. Noticing your reluctance, Mateo softened his eyes. He sent you a reassuring look, gently taking your hand in his. He carefully guided your hand into the cool-temperature water stream, holding your arm as if you were made of porcelain.

The burn itself cooled with the water, and you felt the tension in your shoulders loosen. The two of you stood there silently for a few moments, and you finally felt your jaw unclench. Mateo’s brows were furrowed and you could see the concern for you embedded in his features.

“How does it feel?” He looked up at your face.

“Like I picked up a hot pan.”

He chuckled, turning his attention back to your hand, “You kinda did, babe.”

After about 20 minutes of being under the cool water, Mateo shut it off and left to retrieve some treatment supplies. The burn no longer ached to your core, and the swelling had gone down significantly. When Mateo returned, he examined your burn more closely than he was able to before.

“Give it to me straight, fireman,” You started, drawing a small smile from Mateo, “How bad?”

He looked up at you with serious eyes. “You’ll live.”

You fake laughed. “The burn, please?”

A cheeky grin spread across his face. “It’s not bad, thankfully. I’m gonna put some stuff on it to help with the swelling and pain, and then wrap it. It’ll need to be changed every couple days, but, I can see you making a full recovery.”

You thanked him for his help, and waited patiently while he treated the burn.

“No need to thank me. All in a days work.” He flexed an arm. Your uninjured hand playfully shoved him, and you rolled your eyes.

Mateo cracked little jokes and talked to you about things he’d heard from Marjan and Paul at work as he took care of the injury, doing his best to distract you from any pain as much as he could. When he finished, you had a bright white addition to your hand. The gauze bandage covered a lot of your hand, but it didn’t feel too tight or suffocating.

With another thank you and a kiss ‘to make it better,’ you started to pick up where you’d left off before the injury. You grabbed up the rag with your fully functioning hand and started cleaning the mess off of the stove, trying your best to ignore the feeling in your hand. Once Mateo caught wind of what you were doing, he moved to put a stop to it. His hand found its way to your forearm, grasping it.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Cleaning up? If we're gonna frost this thing we need a clean counter.”

He looked at you like you’d offended him, “You just got hurt, y/n, you shouldn’t be doing much.”

You laughed at his concerned face, “I can help clean up.”

He knew you could. It was possible. Lots of things were possible and not necessary.

“Why don’t you just..” Mateo looked around the room for something, “take a seat here?” he spun a dining room chair around for you.

You rolled your eyes. He sent you a big smile, scooting the chair closer to you.

“Beautiful. Now sit down and let me do the cleaning, please?”

With an exaggerated huff and a thankful smile, you agreed to his request. “Captain Strand better love this cake.”

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You’re Not At Fault

Newt Scamander x reader

Summary: you’re still in the case when MACUSA confiscates it and reunite with Newt in a cell

Warnings: crying

A/n: I may or may not be in love with Newt Scamander asdfjklhgssj so here’s a super short little thing I wrote yesterday

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As writers, how about instead of focusing on appearance, we use something more inclusive...

Like...you want the reader to blush? How about they flush instead?

Write about how heat licks up their body...

Write about how they can't bare to look the cause of the flush in their eyes...

Write about how they have to gasp in a breath...

Write about how their breath got stuck in their throat...

Write about how their heart fluttered...

Write about how they were overwhelmed with love/lust/desire...

Write about how their thoughts went wild with romantic notions...

Or...you want someone to run their fingers through the reader's hair? How about they do something else instead?

Write about how their love/crush stroked their fingers along the reader's cheek...

Write about how their love/crush cupped the back of the reader's neck or head...

Write about how their love/crush brushed a finger on the reader's lips...

Write about how their love/crush gave them a scalp rub/scratch/caress... (thank you @okay-hotshot and @veuliee2 for the contribution!!)

Want to talk about the reader's eyes? How about focusing on what they do?

Write about how their eyes widened...

Write about how tears pooled in the corners of their eyes...

Write about how they shined with joy...

Write about how you could see the fires of rage in them...

Just some friendly suggestions! And please feel free to add to these!!

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Y/N: *knees Din in the ribs while sleeping*

Din: Ow, you kneed me!

Y/N, sleepily: Yeah, I do need you.

Din: *voice cracking* Ok.

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fic request! for 911 lone star

reader/mateo:

neither one of you can bake but you try to make a cake together

aw I love this! I’ll get started asap :)))

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Could you write a Mateo x reader who also has a learning disability fluff maybe you could include the whole angle tattoo situation

Absolutely!! This one might take me a little bit longer to do, just bc I want to do some research so that it can be accurate! :)) Thank you for requesting!!!

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Can you do “don’t cry, baby” with poe? I love the way you write him

“Don’t cry, BB.”

It’s Poe. You know his voice – hell, you’d know it anywhere. It’s the same voice that rockets around in your helmet with confidence and charm and… who the hell is he talking to? 

His voice is sweet with affection and careful with encouragement.

The hangar is quiet – you’d stayed behind to crank out some work on the landing gear of your x-wing and think about some things. With Poe being the subject of your newly cemented affections, you’d had too much on your mind – bringing it into the cockpit was not smart. So, you’d tried to sort it out before the mission tomorrow.

And now, you hear Commander Dameron cooing to… someone.

Jealousy piques your interest, and like a curious cat, you slink from under your X-wing, covered in grease, and quite literally crawl around the landing gear to try and get a glimpse of the infamous pilot.

“No, no,” it’s him again, voice soft, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

And then you hear the sad whirs.

Deadpanning, you’re really not that surprised when Poe rounds the corner into the hangar with a sulking BB-8 at his heels. Of course he was talking to his droid. You heave a sigh, embarrassed by your assumptions before rolling back under the belly of your x-wing as Poe grins and tosses you a wave. Beside him, BB-8 nudges his foot. The pilot eagerly pats his head.

I can’t believe I’m jealous of a fucking droid.

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send a request!!

hi, guys! I've been wanting to write more as of recently, but I haven't really had much to write. I've got tons of stuff in my WIP that I'm working on atm, but I'd like to write some other stuff too. So I'm opening requests for a little while!

Feel free to send me a request for any fandom I've already written for :) If you're not sure about a character/request, just lemme know and we'll figure something out lol.

Also! If you do send in a request, please be patient with me haha I'm just barely getting back into writing after taking like a year and a half off so I'm a bit rusty. I'll try to get requests out asap :) thanks!

also I reallllllllllllly wanna write some Mateo Chavez x reader sooooooo

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These two >>>>

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you know it’s going downhill again when you’re back on the fanfic bullshit.

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hi ! :)

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Sleepover

Mateo Chavez x reader

Summary: Mateo calls you when his roommates won’t let him sleep

Warnings: None

A/n: I’m in love with Probie. Like straight up in love.

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“Mateo?” You croaked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Glancing at the time, you read that it was 2:48 in the morning.

“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry for waking you up,” he started, honestly regretting calling you at all, “but my roommates have been having a ‘jam sesh’ all night and I just worked a 24 hour.”

You sat up in bed slowly, still not having come out of the fog completely just yet. “Did you ask them to keep it down?”

“Yeah.. it’s not happening. They want me to play bongos. Could I please crash with you tonight?”

“Oh,” you paused to listen as Mateo took a deep breath, “of course you can.”

He sighed in relief, thanking you and telling you he was on his way. You hung the phone up, getting out of bed to wait for his arrival.

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Not long after your phone call with Mateo, you heard a quiet knock on the door of your apartment before a set of keys started to jingle. The door opened quietly, you assumed he thought you'd gone back to sleep and didn't want to disturb you again. You raised from your spot on the couch to lead the exhausted firefighter inside your apartment. He shuffled inside quickly, letting you slide his jacket off of his arms.

“I’m sorry for keeping you up so late.” He exhaled, finally feeling some of the tension in his shoulders release.

“Don’t even worry about it. ” You moved to head into the other room, but Mateo reached to stop you. He spun you back around, pulling you flush against him. “Thank you.” He mumbled out. Mateo gradually grew heavier against you, letting you know that he really needed that sleep.

“Come on,” you guided him away from the front door, towards the bedroom. He dragged his feet, squeezing your hands.

“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” He asked respectfully.

“No, Mateo. You just worked a 24 hours shift. You need to sleep in a bed.”

You led him into your room, watching as he flopped into your bed. He rolled over, covering himself with the blanket as you turned to walk away.

“You're not sleeping on the couch, right?” He sat up, now slightly more awake. You laughed at his worried face, he seemed so tired.

“Relax, I’m just going to the bathroom.” You guided him back down, letting him close his eyes.

“Oh, I was worried.” Mateo sighed, reaching in your direction.

You laughed, allowing him to have your hand for a few moments.

“You’re the best..” His grip on your hand loosened, and you let him go.

When you came back into your bedroom, Mateo was knocked out. He was laying exactly where you’d left him, exactly how you’d left him. With a quiet chuckle, you shut the light off and crawled into your bed.

Through his exhaustion, Mateo shifted towards you. He’d thrown an arm around your waist, carefully tugging you closer. Mateo’s face buried itself into your neck, and he let himself succumb to sleep’s call.

You leaned into him, interlacing your fingers with a set of his, and finally letting yourself fall back asleep.

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Keep You Safe

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: Loki decides to end your relationship before you end up hurt

Warnings: sad Loki (he stressin)

A/n:

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“I don’t love you.”

Loki stood tall and clenched his fists. He seemed to be seething in anger. Any other person would have left right then and there. Any one in their right mind would have believed him. You almost did, until you noticed a slight tremble in his hands.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t relieved. Loki didn’t hate you. He didn’t not love you. You understood the unsaid truth about what he was doing. He was afraid.

“I never did.”

He may have been the god of lying, but he could never successfully lie to you. You knew better than to listen to these words. Loki had proved that he loved you on many occasions. You knew he loved you.

“No, Loki.” You sighed, standing up to slowly approach your lover. He stepped back but stopped moving when your hands met his chest. “It’s okay.” You whispered, hands traveling up to his cheeks. His breathing was growing erratic and his eyes held so much pain.

“You don’t understand,” he pushed you off with reluctant hands, “We are nothing. You’ve never meant anything to me aside from a body to lie with. You meant nothing else to me.”

You’d be lying if you said those words didn’t break your heart. The love of your life was confessing to something you’d never thought would ever come out of his mouth. To have never loved you, to have used you.

As much as it hurt to hear, you knew it wasn’t true. He was trying to hurt you so you’d leave him without looking back. He wanted you to get yourself as far away from him as possible, so you’d be safe.

The look in his eyes gave it away. He was hurting. You knew it hurt him to say such atrocious things to you. He loved you more than he’d ever admit and that was why he was trying to make you hate him. He was a dangerous man who many wanted dead. Loki knew that they would absolutely hurt you in order to hurt him and he knew that he’d never forgive himself if that happened. He wanted you to find another partner who could keep you safe. Someone who wasn’t a constant threat to your safety like he was.

“You don’t mean that.” Your voice was unusually small. Loki despised himself for what he’d said.

He shook his head in disagreement, keeping his mouth shut. His voice would fail him if he spoke. It would be a dead giveaway.

You pulled him forward to press your forehead against his, despite his attempts to keep you back. Your hands then moved up to rest on each side of his face and after a few moments he finally caved, his angry shell shattering only to be replaced by a broken man. He let out a pained whimper, allowing you to wrap your arms around him as he began to break down.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, holding onto you like his life depended on it. In some ways, it did. Loki couldn’t bear a life without you by his side, but he had to. You were the only one, besides Frigga of course, in his life who truly showed him love and compassion, regardless of his past mistakes. He couldn’t live with himself if something were to happen to you because of him, “We cannot be together.”

“It’s okay, Loki. We’re going to be okay.” You shook your head.

“I won’t let you hurt because of my actions.”

“Loki-“

“And what if, Odin forbid, something happens and I’m not there to protect you?!”

“I can protect myself.” You sternly stated, pushing away just slightly so he knew you were serious. Loki opened his mouth to object, but you were not going to listen to it, “I am not frail. I was raised to be a warrior, no one can touch me. You know that.”

Loki remained silent, eyes examining your face while he thought of something else to say.

“You know that.” Your fingers intertwined themselves with his as you lowered your voice.

Loki nodded just slightly, agreeing with your point. You were a warrior, point blank.

One of your hands moved to cup his cheek, and you continued speaking, “You’re tearing yourself apart. Please, just stop this.”

Loki only nodded again, unable to come up with any words for the moment. When he was finally ready to speak again, he mumbled out "I just want to keep you safe."

"I know, love, I know."

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Quick Fix

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Summary: When you get hurt, Pietro won't waste any time getting you to safety

Warnings: broken glass, killer robot, you know how it goes

A/n: hi!! I wrote this in 2018 but just fixed it a little. If you’re wondering wtf I’m doing, please read this update :)

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You’d chosen the wrong floor to search. Two of the now-deadly machines were in your path, both dead set on your demise.

Fortunately, you’d been able to kill one of them by shooting it several times through it's chest plates with your gun until it's gears stopped turning. Unfortunately for you, that meant you didn’t have enough bullets to kill the remaining death machine.

Your gun ceased its fire, void of any bullets. As a last resort, you chucked it at the robot. It faltered just slightly, giving you an opportunity to run. It flew behind you as you sped through the compound. You pushed carts down and slammed doors behind you, doing everything possible in a panicked effort to slow the machine down. Your efforts were in vain, however. Where the hell is everyone?!

You’d hit a dead end. There was no choice but to stop when you reached the side of the building. Backing up as far as you could against the wall, you tip toed across the tile floor of an old office building. Much to your disliking, every step you took made a slight sound as you moved.

When the machine finally made its way in to the room you were in, you crouched behind a desk, desperate to hide yourself from certain death. With no radio communication device or a weapon, you were defenseless. Your only real hope was sneaking away.

It must have discovered your position, because the next thing you knew, gunshots were littering the floor around you along with the desk in front of you. You were cornered in. Cursing at yourself, you desperately looked around for something you could use to avoid certain-death. A few shards of broken glass brought your attention to an office window just a short ways behind you. You'd come up with an idea, which was almost guaranteed to not work. Unfortunately, it was your only choice and chance, so you really needed it to.

In one swift move you shoved the desk forward, smacking it into the robot and pushing it back a foot or so. You used the brief pause of gunfire as your opportunity to hurdle out of the window.

You were glad you'd only been on the second floor. The fall to the ground was not pleasant, but it was more pleasant than whatever was waiting for you back in that room.

You hit the sidewalk ground harder than you'd expected, and let out a strangled cry. Your leg had been twisted uncomfortably underneath you, and you were almost certain your ankle was broken. Small cuts from landing in glass shards littered your forearms and legs, but you didn't feel any serious glass-related injuries. That may have just been the adrenaline coursing through your veins, however. Of course, the robot had followed you out the window. It landed perfectly only a few feet away, immediately stomping in your direction.

You did your best to pull yourself away from it, wincing at the pain blooming in your leg. In a last desperate attempt, you threw rocks and chunks of glass it’s way, but nothing phased the machine. It continued until it was towering over you, menacingly raising its metallic hand above you. A bright white light began to form, and you tried to brace yourself for what was to come. You felt the heat from the light grow warmer against your skin. Just before the machine was able to end your short-lived life, the white light turned to blue, then faded to nothing. The robot shattered into multiple pieces and crumbled by your side.

Your eyes were instantly met with a tired pair of blue eyes, attached to a panting being above you.

"Good timing." You almost laughed. Pietro wiped a few metal shards from his hair before reaching to pull you up. A pained cry escaped your lips, despite your attempts to hold it back. The pain was too much to stand, and you had to let Pietro’s hand go, ending up back in the shards.

“Where are you hurt?” Pietro dropped to his knees beside you, wiping bits of glass away from the small cuts they created.

His fingers danced across your body, checking for any major injuries.

“My ankle,” You winced, “I think it’s broken.”

He nodded, carefully sliding his hands under your thighs and back.

He began to lift you, but you stopped him. He needed to make sure the others were safe first, you'd be alright sitting there until he came back. Someone else could be in the situation you were just in, and they would surely need help.

“I have to get you out of here.” Pietro explained with a frown. His hands hovered above your leg for a brief moment before he decided against touching it. He hoisted you up, nearly wincing himself at the wince you let out.

“I’ll be fine here, Piet. Leave me here."

“No.”

The next thing you knew you were far from the office, slightly dizzy from the sudden movement. The team had assigned the meeting point to be near an old hot dog cart a few blocks down for the return. Pietro set your achy body down on the concrete behind the cart for protection and sent you a warm smile before disappearing, only leaving a blue streak in his tracks.

Only a moment later he returned, quickly cupping the sides of your face and pressing his lips to yours before zooming off again. You laughed at him, moving to pick out the remaining shards of glass in your skin.

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Star Wars Masterlist

Kylo Ren

- Join Me

- 70 & 83 (prompt request)

- 3, 5, 65, 99 (prompt request)

- 76, 77, & 100 (prompt request)

- Fix This

- Glad To See You: part 1, part 2

- Horrible Image

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Poe Dameron

- Finish It

- Rescued

- Not Your Fault

- 44 & 58 (prompt request)

- 36, 46, & 53 (prompt request)

- Curious Little Droid

- Drunk Fiancé

- Tease

- Relax

- Without You

- I Know