-Revelation: A requested fic ~ Reader discovers that The Winter Soldier killed her parents; Part 1 & Part 2
-An Unusual Sight: A requested fic ~ Reader has a crush on the infamous Bucky Barnes, and he gets nervous asking her on a date; Oneshot
-My Only Chance: A requested fic ~ Reader meets Bucky, and they share a night together. But she gets something she didn’t count on; Oneshot
-I Don’t Want To Hear It: A requested fic ~ Bucky cheats on Reader. She’s moved on, and happy, but he isn’t;Oneshot
-Decisions: A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky are in love. She can’t remember her life before the Avengers, but a person from her elusive past shows up and flips her life upside down. Now she has to choose between her old life, and her current one; Oneshot
-It’s Obvious: A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky are best friends, bonding instantly from the moment they met. Everyone else in Stark Tower are convinced that they are meant to be together; Oneshot
-Someone’s Gonna Get Hurt: A requested fic ~ Reader is fighting on Team Cap, and she ends up fighting against Black Panther to protect Bucky; Oneshot
-Bucky Bear: A requested fic ~ At an Avenger’s outing to a carnival, Reader tries to convince Bucky to steal her a plush toy after she, repeatedly, fails to win one for herself; Oneshot
-Seriously?: A requested fic ~ Sam discovers that his sister, Reader, and Bucky are having sex; Oneshot
-Exit Ramp: A requested fic ~ Bucky’s jealousy might ruin everything he and Reader have waited for; Oneshot
-Pronunciation: A requested fic ~ Bucky always makes fun of Reader for speaking Spanish and forgetting English words. All jokes are on him when she finds him trying to learn her first language; Oneshot
-Traditional: A requested fic ~ Natasha and Wanda ask the Reader for makeup tips, while Bucky is fascinated with her hijab; Oneshot
-Shotgun: A requested fic ~ Reader sneaks away from the Avengers to go visit her parents, and Bucky decides to tag along; Oneshot
-You’re Not A Monster: A requested fic ~ Reader finds out that she can’t have kids. She thinks she’s fine with it, but seeing Bucky playing with Clint’s kids tells her otherwise; Oneshot
-Cobalt: A requested fic ~ Bucky has a special present for Reader’s 19th birthday; Oneshot
-Strongman: A requested fic ~ Reader finds out that she can’t go on the roller coaster at a theme park, so Bucky decides to make their own fun with the carnival stalls instead; Oneshot
-3 Weeks Late: A requested fic ~ Reader thinks that she’s pregnant, but Bucky tells her that Hydra made sure he could never father children; Oneshot
-Tough: A requested fic ~ Reader is a Robin Hood style vigilante who is forced to work at S.H.I.E.L.D. to avoid jail, but she can’t stop hitting the streets at night; Oneshot
-Sniffles: A requested fic ~ Reader is really excited about going on her first official mission, but can’t go when she comes down with a cold. Bucky decides to stay behind to look after her; Oneshot
-When You Say It: A requested fic ~ Bucky hates being called James, but Reader can’t stop herself from calling him by his birth name; Oneshot
-Just Hold Me: A requested fic ~ Reader is upset from receiving bad news. Bucky holds her and tries to comfort for; Oneshot
-Beauty And The Buck: A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky bond over a Disney marathon; Oneshot
-Like Lightening: A requested fic ~ Based off ‘Powerful’ by Major Lazer feat. Ellie Golding; Oneshot
-Jealous: A requested fic ~ Reader can’t hide her jealousy any longer; Oneshot
-Realisation: A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompt: “Maybe you didn’t love me after all”; Oneshot
-Trauma: A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompts: “Breathe, okay? Just breathe.” and “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”; Oneshot
-Rags: A requested fic ~ Reader has to teach Bucky about periods for the first time; Oneshot
-Moody: A requested fic ~ Bucky tries to help Reader when she has bad cramps and PMS; Oneshot
-Little Notes: A requested fic ~ Bucky expects to find Reader’s little drawings on his arm when he wakes, but instead he finds something more; Oneshot
-Braids: A requested fic ~ Reader braids Bucky’s hair; Oneshot
-Among The Stars: A requested fic ~ Bucky sets up a date at a planetarium; Oneshot
-It’ll Be Fine: A requested fic ~ Bucky is nervous about meeting Reader’s parents and extended family; Oneshot
-Second Chances (AU): Written for bionic-buckyb’s 5k followers AU writing challenge ~ Based off of the prompt: “Breaking up was the right thing to do… Right?”; Oneshot
-Field Trip: A requested fic ~ Reader is a teacher’s assistant and gets to tag along on a trip to Stark Tower; Oneshot
-Cookies And Cream: A requested fic ~ Bucky and Reader bake desserts together; Oneshot
-Familiar: A requested fic ~ Bucky runs into the last remaining Winter Soldier during a mission; Oneshot
-Two Left Feet: A requested fic ~ Set in the 1940s, Steve convinces Bucky to teach Reader how to dance; Oneshot
-In Sync: A requested fic ~ The boys are outnumbered when all the girls’ menstrual cycles sync up; Oneshot
-Backseat: A requested fic ~ Loosely based off of the song Howling by RY X; Oneshot
-Seduction: A requested fic ~ Reader tries to seduce Bucky with a sexy outfit; Oneshot
-Door-jamb: A requested fic ~ Reader injures Bucky after he chases her; Oneshot
-Let Me: A requested fic ~ Based off of Let Me Love The Lonely by James Arthur; Oneshot
-Hard To Forget (ModernAU): A requested fic ~ Based off of Kept Me Crying by HAIM; Oneshot
-Outsider: A requested fic ~ Reader has a hard time bonding with the Avengers; Oneshot
-Old Soul: A requested fic ~ Reader is in love with the 1940s, and runs the dance studio that Bucky stumbles into; Oneshot
-The Man For You (ModernAU): Reader is torn between two men that couldn’t be more opposite;Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
-Splitting Image: Steve meets Claire, an assassin. She looks just like someone from his past; can he hold onto this familiar face?; Oneshot
-Handmade: A requested fic ~ Based off ‘Shape of You’ by Ed Sheeran; Oneshot
-A Long Day: A requested fic ~ Steve makes Reader feel better after a hard day of work; Oneshot
-Where were you?!: A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompt “All I needed was you. And you weren’t there”; Oneshot
-Clandestined: A requested fic ~ Tony catches Reader and Steve kissing, threatening to expose their secret relationship to the team; Oneshot
-Collateral Damage: A requested fic ~ Reader fights on Team Iron-Man, in the War Machine suit, against Steve, and gets paralysed when she falls from the sky; Oneshot
-Tutoring: A requested fic ~ Peter’s grades have been steadily dropping, and his principle thinks it’d be a good idea for him to get Reader to tutor him; Oneshot
-It Gets Better: A requested fic ~ Reader struggles with depression, but she’s recovering. Until Peter and her breakup; Oneshot
-What Was It This Time?: A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompts “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always this awkward.” and “I can’t explain it right now, but I need you to trust me on this.”; Part 1 & Part 2
-Ball Game: A requested fic ~ Reader is sitting next to a stranger when the Kiss Cam is put on them; Oneshot
-Compound Couples: A requested fic ~ Sam wants to tell the team that he and Reader are secretly dating so that Bucky will stop thinking he’s trying to steal Steve; Oneshot
-Assistant To The Genius: A requested fic ~ Reader has been Tony’s assistant for many years, and has harboured a crush on him for almost as long. But she meets Steve and decides to try and move on; Oneshot
-Subconscious Movements: Reader has a secret ability, telekinesis, and is recruited into the Avengers. She doesn’t intend to tell them about her power, but a mission going bad forces her hand; Part 1 & Part 2
-I’m Ready: A requested fic ~ Reader has powers. She ushers souls from the physical world over to the Eternal. She’s confronted with a familiar face; Oneshot
-Need A Hand?: Reader is a psychologist sent to help Bucky recover after he comes out of cryo in Wakanda, but he has a little trouble with only one arm; Oneshot
-You’ll Pass: A requested fic ~ Reader helps Wanda with studying to pass a test to make her a U.S. citizen and remain in the Avengers; Oneshot
-Put A Ring On It: A requested fic ~ Bucky and Steve catch Reader dancing to Beyonce, and she decides to teach them some moves; Oneshot
-Pony: A requested fic ~ Sam and Reader decide to crash a fancy dinner Tony is throwing, and liven it up with some dance moves; Oneshot
-Wager: A requested fic ~ Clint helps Reader to win a bet and make Steve do the most reckless thing; Oneshot
-Aussie, Aussie, Aussie: A requested fic ~ Reader forces some of the Avengers to celebrate Australia Day with her; Oneshot
Made my first .gif to show my LGBTQ+ pride and because I am angry that POC and LGBT+ people keep getting murdered in cold blood because of hate. Art is one way I know very well to show my pride, and this is just to show that we are all people. We just want to live. LET US LIVE. Regardless of race, sexuality, gender, or expression. Stop Killing Us.
Also stop blaming POC and non Christian folks for things they didn’t do and stop making up reasons for hate crimes that do not exist.
So a congressman from Texas today officially called for impeachment processes to start for Trump in regards to his firing and threatening of James Comey. The local Republican party spokesperson responded by saying the impeachment shouldn’t happen, because the “people” elected Donald Trump…which… ok, a couple things
1) the election was in November, Trump fired Comey last week, so the election is irrelevant to the fact that Trump committed a crime six months later. The fact that a defendant was innocent of the crime before they committed it is not a fucking defense.
2) the people didn’t even choose Donald Trump, the electoral college did. There’s a big difference.
3) winning the electoral college does not mean you didn’t or won’t committ an impeachable offense. The largest electoral college win in US history was Richard Nixon while he was being investigated for Watergate. And even Nixon didn’t use that as a defense, and he won the popular vote too.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY
4) all presidents are elected in some way, be it as president or as vice president, (in the case of Ford, it was congress who elected him vice president, but he was elected to congress). That’s what makes them a president. If we say that we shouldn’t impeach a president because they were elected, impeachment wouldn’t fucking exist in the first place, you spineless piece of crap.
Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak (mentioned), Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned),
Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)
Warnings: The usual… talk of murder, Dean being an attractive ass, nature being annoying af, heights, near death experience (sorta).
Word Count: 4800ish
A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.
This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)
Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
Primary Crime scene: The place where the victims were killed, as opposed to the location where the dead body was found (Secondary crime scene) after being moved, or in this case tortured before being set free and hunted.
Unsub: Unknown subject / The Killer.
You were about ready to throw the scalding hot thermo of coffee at Dean Winchester’s face when he honked the horn for the 5th time, as you were locking up and leaving your motel room. Instead you opted for the less violent solution, that is screaming over your shoulder as you struggled with your thermo and backpack while getting the key into the lock.
“I’m coming!” you hollered loud enough for him to hear, as you continued to cuss at him under your breath. “Asshole.”
Dean looked just about as happy as you felt, when you reached his car. He didn’t say a word, he just looked you up and down at you a few times, as you climbed in next to him, before he set the car in motion. His silence only succeeded in angering you further and you caught yourself thinking how in the world this man could have practically raised your kindhearted, considerate best friend through college.
“It rained a lot last night,” Dean informed, as he pull up on a dirt road leading to the mountain, making you roll your eyes at him. You weren’t a nature girl and you sure as hell weren’t a tracker, but you weren’t stupid either.
A very late birthday doodle for @couldbebetterforsure with a little Red and a tiny Ash being cute bros, because as we both know there is never enough positive Red-Ash interaction~~<3 ;u; So Happy Late Birthday to You, Willow!!<3
Notes: AU where Tim Drake doesn’t kill the Joker after getting kidnapped and going insane, but Dick does. I wasn’t sure if I should post this on ao3, so I’ll put it here for now.
He wasn’t a murderer. He wasn’t a sadist. The flesh piling above the carving knife with the snap of skin layer after skin layer had caused the bile to bubble inside him; it was something he never wanted to experience again. The smile that had rested on his face when he walked out of the warehouse wasn’t because of those lifeless, bloodshot eyes but because those bloodshot eyes were lifeless. No man, no woman, no child would have to stare into the catacombs behind those dilated pupils aside from behind closed eyelids in nightmares and distant memories.
His thoughts didn’t make sense anymore and his sentences jumbled together like one long stream of connected nothingness, making as much sense as the steady string of dark red spit that fell from the clown’s mouth to dilute the acid yellow vomit pooled beneath his neck.
He’d killed. He was a killer. There were nights he wondered if Tim was the sane one in this world and he himself was sitting in a padded room somewhere, drawing pictures of dead clowns for his walls.
On the off chance he was living, on the off chance he was sane and what had just happened actually existed in recorded history, he wasn’t ashamed of his actions. He’d been willing to unbalance himself endlessly if it meant stopping that bastard from hurting innocents ever again. That monster slaughtered for sport. Laughed at suffering like a giggling infant. Looked at death like it a children’s cartoon.
That was what separated killers like Dick Grayson from murderers like the Joker.
Barbara was the first to come. She’d knocked on his door his and when he opened the door to find her and not the pizza delivery guy, he froze.
He couldn’t decide between falling to his knees or slamming the door and finally pulled her inside before shutting the door and sitting down with his back to the wood. After a moment, she nodded. Sat down beside him. Embraced him.
“I saw the body,“ she said. “It’ll be fine,” she said. “I’m with you,” she said. “I’ve got you,” she said.
Honestly, Bruce was probably the first to actually know. Not two days had passed before the story was leaked from the Gotham Police and the news began running headlines like CLOWN PRINCE FOUND MURDERED,BATMAN SUSPECTED MURDERER MURDERER MURDERER JOKER’S LAST LAUGH LAUGH LAUGHING MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER BAT FINALLY SNAPS MURDER MURDE-
It wasn’t. It wasn’t a murder.
The criminals don’t think so, though. The crime report for the month hasn’t come out yet, but he’d bet his salary that it’s less than half of what it was before.
No more bank robberies, no more child sex rings, no more assassinations. Gotham and Bludhaven are dead quiet, ironically.
Bruce hasn’t called. Dick knows that he knows, though. He has eleven missed calls from Steph and the world’s greatest detective isn’t often beat to the punchline by a teenage girl.
Jason is there, one night. On his couch, the bathroom steams and a towel is thrown halfassed on the hallway floor. He stops a moment, a phantom pain in his neck from their first encounter after the Lazarus incident, but then he’s sitting on the couch beside his brother. The TV blares with a shitty movie, and a pizza box is open on the coffee table. Without a word, he grabs the beer bottle lying in Jason’s right hand and takes a sip.
Someone leaks photos of the crime scene; Dick hears the news at work.
When he goes out for patrol that night, Jason stays home.
“No deals to worry about,” he mutters. “Everyone’s shittin’ their pants, scared they’ll get a carving knife to the face if they do anything.”
The first time he visits Tim since the Joker’s death is worse than the first time he visited ever.
Tim doesn’t talk still, and his gaze never leaves the wall even after Dick says hi and awkwardly hugs his brother. He’s got bandages on his wrists that weren’t there before and Dick recognizes the nonsensical papers that Tim once stapled to the walls were now taped.
Leslie had left after walking Dick to Tim’s room, but he knows they aren’t alone. He can’t see the cameras, but he knows Bruce is listening in. Probably Leslie too, being his doctor, but definitely Bruce. Despite that, he talks about that night. The beginning, the end.
There are many that night’s. That night his parents fell. That night Bruce fired him. That night Jason died. That night Tim was found. That night- that night he killed the Joker. They all have a beginning, and end. But he doesn’t specify the date, or what he was doing beforehand. He doesn’t need to, these things are always balanced from one conversation to the next.
He tells Tim how the muscle underneath that bleached skin wasn’t anything different from their own. The vocal chord was average, the bones were average, the blood was average. Fucking average. That thought alone disgusts him more than the faded sound of the quick snapping of his jaw like a whip striking an old wooden floor board. The pasty peeled skin from his heels was wrapped loosley along the narrow end or a crowbar and forced down his throat. The sound of thick hot blood, spit and skin stirring and sloshing around in that slack mouth as his pliers peeled a fuzzy, yellow tooth from dark red gums with a gentle tug of his wrist. The thought that underneath the purple pin up and starchy skin, behind that scarlet smile and a besetted brand there was nothing more than the nuts and bolts of the everyday model man made the task even harder to complete.
He jumps from one thought to the next, his words don’t make sense and he feels like the crazy one in this situation.
He tells Tim about the sound a hammer makes when it cracks a skull. It’s gooey and wet, the slit he makes runs deep and through, he thinks maybe he can see the brain, but then the dark crimson blood starts staining his gloved fingers and he yanks back, flipped skin still in his grip before his arm flexes and two pieces of bleached scalp and acid green hair fall to the ground with a repulsive ‘plop.’
The words go from a memory to a story and all past tense endings leave his sentences and he’s there. He’s there. The Joker is there. It’s that night all over again.
He wonders if Tim sees what he sees, or if he’s living his own hell on repeat, detatched from this reality.
He tells Tim about the images he can’t get out of his head, about the nightmares that keep him up at 3 am, leaving his coffee stock on empty and his bed a mess.
He tells Tim about Jason, who is there every night. He tells Tim about what it’s like to be held without a constant need for reassurance. He knows this is the end, he’ll never be the same. He knows that these nights will become habit. Jason smokes when he wants to forget, and Dick’s apartment now permanently smells like cigarettes.
He knows he shouldn’t say anything. He should just grab a handful of crayons and draw. He knows, but he doesn’t.
Tim is in there somewhere and Dick talks with his brother, not with his shell. When he leaves, he goes to hug the kid, and he’s still staring at the wall. Tim hasn’t looked away, maybe he never will. He grabs the keys Leslie gave him from his pocket as he stands, and suddenly hands and twisting his wrists, clawing for the small piece of metal. metal. Feral eyes meet his own, and sleeves are beings pulled apart with childlike precision. The key slides under the gauze before Dick is standing and shouting.
“Tim! Tim!” He says. “Tim!” He says it again. “Tim!” He manages to pull one wrist away from the other, and it’s too easy. Too easy. It shouldn’t be this easy- it shouldn’t be so easy. This is Tim. This is Tim.
Leslie is by his side in a second and he’s being shoved out of the room.
He doesn’t say goodbye.
When he gets home, he checks his phone. Bruce hasn’t called. Jason is on the couch and says they’re out of beer. He nods, he’ll get some from the market.
When he pulls on his Nightwing suit for patrol that night, Jason is still lying on the couch.
“I ordered pizza,” he shouts from across the apartment. “Get your ass out of the suit and come over here, I’ve got the shit comedy channel on and our new stash of beer.”
He hesitates between slamming the bedroom door and laying down sleep on the bed and eventually compromises after taking off the suit and pulling on a pair of sweatpants. Walking out, he shuts the bedroom door behind him and sits down on the couch on top of Jason’s legs, who takes up all three cushions.
He checks his phone before climbing into bed that night, and has no new messages.
When he wakes up at 3 am with teary eyes and sweat dripping down his forehead, Jason is there to hold him and the phone stays silent.