Hi can you do a Jake Peralta x reader where instead of Boyle getting shot in that one episode, the reader does and Jake and the others freaks out. They could be either dating or in a close friendship yet they love each other but the other doesn't know it yet. Please also well you know...not make it to where the reader gets well..you know..shot in the butt...oh and please put a trigger warning for necessary purposes. I also have so many other Jake Peralta x reader ideas but for now I'll just put this one so I don't bother you with too many. Also, I love your writing.
thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy! f!reader x jake peralta (B99), angst + fluff, tw for gun and bullet wound
jake hearing you get shot
It was like it happened in slow motion. You don’t have a clear memory of the incident, all you remember is the perp pointing a gun at a fellow officer and your reflexes causing you to throw yourself in front of them and then, pain. After that it’s blank.
A/N: Holy moly, I WROTE SOMETHING!! And then @littlegreenplasticsoldier and @manawhaat made it into something worth reading. That’s not hyperbole.
Summary: Y/N takes on a spell to save Sam.
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: I really don’t want to put the only spoiler this thing has in the warnings, and I don’t think it’s really that bad of a warning, so I’m just gonna tag it at the end of the tags, okay? Other than that, there’s angst, fear, trauma, anxiety, mentions of blood and wounds, lies, and kissing.
Word count: 4163 words
Prompt: For the @spnfanficpond‘s S14 Weekly Episode Challenge Week 18. (So, I’m a little late. No biggie, right?) I used two of the prompts: #2. “Together? Alone?” and #3. “Are you still afraid of me?”
The
plan was simple. The Winchesters would keep the witch busy while you found and freed
the victims. It was a simple plan that had worked dozens of times. You were the
less experienced hunter, and they were the freaking Winchesters, so it only
made sense. Time after time, the plan worked. They huffed and they puffed and
kept all the focus on them while you snuck around like a mouse finding the
cheese.
Until today.
Today, you decided to change
the plan. Every other hunt before today, you had listened with one ear while
the monster of the week monologued. They’d talk about how they would peel the
skin from the Winchesters’ bones and then make soup with the remains. Dean
would joke he’d rather be pie than soup, keeping the focus on him, while Sam
set up the killing blow. Threats of torture, killing everyone they’ve ever
loved, burning down the world… each one was met with a sarcastic comment or
two, quickly followed by the monster’s demise. You’d learned long ago to let
the threats go, like water off a duck’s back. There wasn’t anything any monster
could threaten that would scare the Winchesters, and therefore you. As Sam had
once said, he’d been tortured by the Devil, himself. What could anything on
earth ever do to top that?
The witch held Sam with a
tight grip on his hair, while Dean hung from the usual invisible force on the
wall across the room. The cords in Sam’s neck were standing out while he tried
to shake the woman’s hold, but her fingers were well tangled in his ad-worthy
luscious locks. Basically, everything was going according to plan.
Jake Peralta x G/N Reader - Jake catches up with you before he goes undercover. - Words: 1,012. - Warnings: None.
You stand outside the precinct, breathing in the cool Brooklyn air. Jake had just got fired and signed up for an undercover mission with the FBI less than two hours ago and it had just dawned on you what that meant. You sigh, shutting your eyes. The idea of Jake going undercover made you nervous. You knew, realistically, that he would be fine. He’s an amazing detective. But there was something nagging at you, something that felt like unfinished business. You open your eyes again, walking towards your car.
“(Y/N)?” You turn around, seeing Jake coming up to you holding a box of his belongings. “Hey, thought I missed you.” He looks at you and smiles, causing your heart to beat slightly faster.
Hanging out with old people rules because after a while they trust you enough to confess to murder totally unprompted
Wait what.
Sometimes old ladies had to kick the ladder out from under their stepfathers when they were girls and that’s valid
oh, my little old lady murder story was her replacing the medication in her abusive husband’s capsules with rat poison.
“back in the day, our grandmothers worked on their marriages and didn’t get divorced!” nah, friend, they COULDN’T get a divorce so sometimes they killed their fuckin husbands. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
My grandma murdered her first husband the first time he beat their daughter.
My college was next to an assisted living facility and one time we went over there to draw people’s portraits so we could get practice drawing older people. The lady I was drawing idly told me that she “dealt quite handily with her first husband” while making a stabbing gesture. Five minutes later she requested I make sure not to draw her double chin. I honored that request.
So when I was a child my grandmother told all these great stories about growing up in the Alaskan wilderness. Amazing bad ass stories about her and my great-grandmother. I recently asked my mom why my great-grandmother moved from Texas to Alaska in the first place. Turns out my Great-grandfather was abusive to my great grandmother for years and she lived with that until the first time he hit my grandmother, who was like three at the time, my great-grandmother got him very drunk and beat him to death then moved to Alaska to hide from the cops.
Men don’t realize their life expectancy went up thanks to divorce.
Figure 9.3 shows that the number of males killed by intimate partners dropped by 71.4% between 1976 and 2002. Researchers and advocates for battered women attribute this dramatic decline to the widespread availability of support services for women, including shelters, crisis counseling, hotlines, and legal measures such as protection and restraining orders. These services offer abused women options for escaping violence and abuse other than taking their partners’ lives. Other factors that may have contributed to the decline are the increased ease of obtaining divorce and the generally improved economic conditions for women.
for you my love, ty for requesting <3 steve zombie au! you and Steve get back to basics and go on a duo supply run together, and afterwards he’s tired in more way than one </3 fem!reader, 3k. TW for zombie apocalypse typical violence and gore
Steve caves the geek’s skull in with one well-timed thwack.
You don’t cheer, this is grim work, but you smile at him as he rubs the wet spray of blood from his shaven cheek. Things are finally getting better —you found a bunch of necessities at a mom and pop soap store a few days ago, so Steve has been able to clean up, and you’ve managed to wash the ten layers of grease from your face. You feel good.
“Good job,” you say, speaking in a hush.
Steve hasn’t been very happy lately, and you don’t like making it worse. Which isn’t to say you’re on eggshells or anything, but keeping a low profile ensures better chances of survival, and better chances of survival cheer him up.
He smiles back, and it’s a total victory. The happiest he’s looked in days, Steve wipes his baseball bat against the side of a vinyl seat with a pleased air about him. Best zombie killer ever.
You’ve shouldered your way into a traditional American diner. The interior is basically untouched, which is extremely exciting, as the prospects of finding food and batteries is high. The floor is thick tile, the tables between booths solid pine. It’s an expensive looking establishment. The padlock on the front and back doors makes more sense now.
“Am I staying here?” you ask.
Steve squeezes your hand very gently. They’re still tender from your infamous crawl across broken glass, and he can’t stand hurting you.
Hi id love to send u a request but I just can't match your genius mind, id looooveee more zombie!au Steve!!! 🥺🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻 maybe smth about r or Steve almost being bitten by a geek?
hi!! thank you angel!! zombie au steve x fem!reader, 3k
“Sneaking around with your boyfriend would’ve been considered sort of scandalous a few years ago,” you think aloud, eyes skipping over medication labels slowly. “Now it’s the norm.”
“We are the opposite of scandalous,” Steve says.
You push pill bottles aside to meet his eyes through the gap in the shelves. He narrows his gaze. “You know how you saw me naked, like, a week after we met?"
Steve’s glare turns playfully salacious. "Yeah?"
"Did that make it less, uh, important? Not important. Was it less intimate for you when I was naked on purpose?"
Steve returns his eyes to the pill bottles. "No."
"Is that weird for me to ask you?"
"No, that’s not weird, why would that be weird?” He looks up again. His expression softens. “Don’t worry, it’s not weird. It’s a normal question. You’re wondering if I was… desensitised."
"Yeah, exactly. Were you desensitised?"
Trust Steve to say something snippy and then feel bad enough afterwards to immediately backtrack. There’s no need for him to feel guilty because you’d known he was joking, and if he weren’t it wouldn’t matter to you —you know being outside of camp makes him nervous, and tightly strung. You aren’t expecting him to be all smiles, especially when you’re asking peculiar questions.
"If anything,” he says, his voice a murmur that evidences shy affection, “it was way more special. I knew you back to front already, but the first time you showed me you, on purpose, it was different."
You grin at him. "Like a look don’t touch scenario where you finally get to touch?"
can u do a baby peter blurb where it’s the first i love you but reader says it first and peter is mad that he didn’t get to do it first (play mad not actually lmao)
Peter’s smiling. It’s exceptional in its familiarity, you think. To see him, always smiling, to be on the receiving end of them.
“I love you,” you say, slightly breathless and very happy where you sit in his lap.
Your legs tucked to one side and his thigh underneath you, Peter shifts, his hands worming tighter around you like a python. You feel suddenly unsure.
His smile ebbs.
“Oh, you would,” he says, whispering.
“I would?” you ask, afraid you’ve said the wrong thing.
“You would say it first. You hate me, that’s your issue."
"Peter, I-” You’re cut off by your own wheezy gasp as Peter pushes you down off of his lap, back to the sofa cushions. He towers above you.
“I love you, you awful girl,” he says, then, dropping the facade, softness back in place, “I love you too."
You raise your hand to his face. He kisses your palm before you get there, then covers your hand with his over his cheek as he leans down.
You close your eyes, expecting a nice kiss, chest twisting. "I love you,” he says again, lips close enough to yours to feel the heat of each word. “But we’re over. I can’t believe you said it first. I wanted to say it first.”
“That’s so childish,” you chide.
He kisses you roughly, pushing your head down into the pillows as his lips bruise yours. “I’m childish,” he says, pulling back. “You couldn’t wait?"
"How long did you want me to wait for? You were smiling at me like- like-"
"Like I love you? ‘Cos I was two seconds away from saying it. Sick. You’re sick.”
You giggle at his rushed, faux frustration. The sound sets him off. Peter dips down, kisses messy with elation, laughing as he covers your skin in skipping, ditzy pecks that make you sigh, hand smoothing around his throat to play with his soft hair.
“I love you,” you say smugly, thumb catching the corner of his infectious grin.
Can we get like a roan trying to make reader and Eddie make up after they have been visibly upset at each other (but like quiet arguments/none that roan heard)?????
thank you for your request my love! dad!eddie x fem!reader
You and Eddie don’t fight a lot, so when you do it’s always over something serious.
You’re sitting in the kitchen with tear stained cheeks trying to put pep back in your step before Roan wakes up, a huge cup of orange juice in front of you and a caffeine pill beside it. You argued pretty much all night, and now it’s morning, and you’re heartbroken.
The good news is that the fight is for the most part solved. You’re trying not to think about it, residual anger and annoyance and a third, awful something coiling in your gut —Eddie being against you is the worst feeling in the entire world, bar nothing. You can’t stand it, and perhaps it’s slightly codependent to function that way, but he’s the person you love most (beside his dark-haired daughter). You’re mad at him and you’re also so fucking sorry you upset him, and you hate yourself, and you dislike him a little bit too.
He’s drinking a cup of coffee on the other side of the table. You’ve made up, but you certainly aren’t friendly. If you don’t tell each other everything it gets worse and festers into cracks you don’t want in your relationship. You plan on dying with him, whenever it happens, he’s gonna be by your side. If that means being honest to the point of extreme uncomfortableness, so be it.
Summary:
You go with Peter to visit Earth, trying to navigate your seemingly
one-sided love for him.
Words:
1.1k
Warnings:
SPOILERS!!
Author’s
Note: First fic after graduating college! I’m VERY obsessed
with GOTG3 rn so I will be writing a lot for those characters to
start out now that I have more time!
hey! can you please write something with peter quill when the guardians needs informations from a guy and his girlfriend starts flirting with him. at the end she got what she wanted but also a jealous/angry boyfriend
Summary; after your best friend disappeared you made a name for yourself with the help of the Avengers, what happens when you accidently find said best friend again? But in space?
Words; abt 1,300
Warnings; death 😋, not proofread
I kinda hate this but kinda love it but kinda want to burn it at the stake. Yk?
Btw yalls can manipulate metal, like magneto, but cooler
Requests are open! Requests are welcome and encouraged! (Pls I’m desperate) Fandom list is my pinned post! (REQUEST SOMETHING, ANYTHING, LEAVE ME A CUTE NOTE, PLEASE IM SO BORED WITH LIFE RN🙏🙏)
“We might uh, um turn! Turn! Turn!” Peter P. said as the ship ran into a demolished building, causing the whole thing to shake.
“Oh Lord.” I mumbled under my breath forcing a piece of metal to lower itself in front of me and steadying myself. Peter P. grunted as we crashed onto the ground, Stephen doing his best to steady us.
The ship came to a stop and I took a breath of relief, letting go of the metal as Peter P. hung upside down on his web.
“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I’m sorry.”
I shook my head with a laugh.
“I do not want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip, you understand?”
“Uh, he’s just trying to tell us someone is coming.” I warned and Peter P. nodded.
“Thank you, Y/n.” He thanked me as a little metal ball rolled in between us. In just a moment it exploded, sending us backwards. I grunted as I hit the ground and looked up to see two red eyes coming in from the fog, followed by silhouettes of other people.
A big one yelled and threw knives at Stephen, who blocked them with his shield, making the man scream in anger before getting tackled by Cape. The one with red eyes began shooting while flying up in the air, Tony following after him, his mask now on. Tony shot a blast at the guy who dodged it but ran into a piece of metal I placed next to him.
“Ah!” I heard Peter P. screech and I looked to him to see an alien girl leaning over him, her tendrils glowing. “Woah woah woah, please don’t put your eggs in me!” He shot her with webs causing her to yelp in surprise before the red eyed guy kicked Peter down.
Tony took Capes spot above the man as the guy with red eyes held onto Peter P. from behind, a gun pointed to his head. I held my hands up, hood covering my eyes as metal flew around me, aiming at both the red eyed and the big guy.
“Everybody stay where you are, chill the f out!” He brought his hand up and his mask retracted. I shivered as a sudden wave of familiarity filled my body. Do I know this guy? “I’m gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?”
“Yeah, I’ll do you one better!” Tony said as his mask also retracted. “Who’s Gamora?”
“I’ll do you one better, why is Gamora?” The big one said from beneath Tony. I looked at Stephen who looked just as confused as me.
“Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I’m gonna french fry this little freak.”
“Woah, watch your tone there, man.” I told him, waving the metal in the air. His eyes flashed with something unrecognizable, but I ignored it.
“Let’s do it. Shoot my guy and I’ll blast him! Let’s go!” Tony threatened.
“Do it Quill! I can take it!” The big man said and my stance faltered. Quill?
“No! He can’t take it!” An alien looking girl I didn’t even realize was there yelled.
“She’s right. You can’t.” Stephen said calmly.
“Oh, yeah? You don’t wanna tell me where she is? That’s fine! I’ll kill all four of you and I’ll beat it out of Thanos myself!” He pushed the gun harder against Peter P.’s head. “Starting with you.
“Wait what?” Stephen asked. “All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?”
I snorted, “What is he supposed to say, Jesus?” I said as red eyes guy said the same thing, just with “I” instead of “he.” He looked at me with wide eyes.
“Woah, weird.” Peter P. mumbled.
“Wait, you’re from Earth?” Tony asked.
“Not from Earth, I’m from Missouri.”
“Hey, that’s where Y/n’s from.” Peter said quietly, but apparently only I heard him as everyone continued talking.
“Yeah, that’s on Earth, dipshit. What are you hassling us for?”
“Wait, so you’re not with Thanos?” Peter asked shakily.
Red eyed guy looked at Peter P. incredulously, “With Thanos? No, I’m here to kill Thanos. He took our gir- wait, who are you?”
Peter’s mask retracted. “We’re the Avengers, man.”
“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The alien girl said and the red eyes guy looked at me in thought.
“You know Thor?” Tony asked.
“Yeah, tall guy, not that good looking.” Red eyes guy said, not breaking his gaze. “Needed saving.”
“Where is he now?” Stephen asked.
My metal dropped to the floor with a loud bang, making everyone jump.
“Y/n?” Peter P. asked and I lowered my hood, looking straight at red eyes guy with teary eyes.
I walked closer to him, my heart thumping heavily.
“What is it? Y/n?” Tony asked.
“Peter?” I whispered to red eyes guy who stared intently at me.
His eyes widened, “Y/n?” He whispered back.
“They know each other?” Peter P. asked Tony and Stephen who shrugged, just as lost as him.
I laughed in relief and tackled him in a hug, squeezing tightly as a few stray tears left my eyes. It had been years since I had last seen him. We were eight. He disappeared right after his mother died and I never fully recovered. It had been a while, and we were only eight and it was so dumb, but I loved him so much.
“I can’t believe you’re alive.” I said to him quietly, finally letting go to look at him. “What happened to you?”
“I was literally abducted by aliens.” he said and I laughed.
“What’s going on?” Tony asked.
“I know this guy. He’s a good guy.” I told him, not providing an explanation on purpose.
Tony nodded, knowing it was pointless to pry. I would tell him when I was ready.
“Okay, have your little reunion thing, I’m gonna make a plan.” He said and walked off with Stephen.
“So you’re telling me that after you left you literally joined a superhero team with Captain freaking America?”
I laughed, “You work with a tree! And a racoon!”
“Speaking of, I hope you and Rocket get to meet. I feel like he’d like you.”
“I hope I can meet all of your new friends.”
Peter Q. grabbed my hand, “I’ve really missed you, Y/n. You’re the reason I almost came back to Earth so many times.”
“I’ve missed you too, Peter.” I said and he leaned in slowly. My eyes flickered down to his lips as fast footsteps came towards us.
“Y/n! Help! He’s gonna kill me!” Peter P. said, out of breath as the big guy, who I now know is Drax, ran behind him. I laughed loudly before looking back at Peter Q.
“Sorry, sister from another mister duty calls, Peter Q. Gotta go save my brother.” I said and stood up, quickly pressing a kiss to Peter Q’s cheek before running after Peter P. and Drax.
Bonus
“Peter! No!” I yelled with teary eyes as Peter Q. began turning to dust. I ran up to him, placing my hand on his slowly disintegrating cheek. “No, I just got you back!” I cried.
“I love you, Y/n/n.” he whispered before disintegrating. I cried harder at the use of the nickname he gave to me when we were si
I heard the other Peter cry and desperately beg for help, I turned around quickly, running over to the other Peter who was laying down while holding tightly onto Tony.
“No, not you too.” I said, holding tightly onto his hand.
“I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go.” He said over and over and I shushed him through my own tears, gently pushing his hair from his face.
“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, Peter. You’re gonna be okay, alright?” I said and softly hummed him his favorite song. The notes turned into sobs as he disappeared, not paying attention as yet another person I loved disappeared, leaving only Tony, Nebula, and I. All alone.
