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every westallen scene ever (120/?)

Never Loved Anyone More

Anonymous requested: Can you do one where Natasha gets jealous and possesive and MAJOR fluff please thank you!

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader (ft. Wanda)
Word count: 1.6k+

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The Bronx: Part 3

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.1K
Warnings: Angst, attempted attack/rape,

A/N: I’m planning on another part or 2!

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1, Part 2

You hadn’t spoken to Peter in over 2 weeks, not for his lack of trying. He called and texted you every day, and had even resorted to emailing and DMing you. But you ignored him. You were still upset about him wanting you, and telling you, to stop using your powers to help people. What else were they for if you couldn’t save lives.

You were using your powers more and more, for hero stuff as well as every day convenience. You knew that your powers were growing more unstable every day - your bedroom carpet was now covered in vines and grass - but you were doing your best to ignore it. Trying to suppress your powers didn’t help to stabilise them, so you went about using them at will.

You were fighting crime and helping people almost every night, but nothing helped take your mind off Peter. You loved him, you couldn’t deny that, but if he was going to try to control you, then he didn’t love you. So you had to keep your distance for a little while longer until you’d come to a decision about what to do in regards to the relationship.

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Shattered Glass. [A Faded Epilogue]

A/N;This series has been my baby. I thought it had finished long ago but the story took on a life of it’s own. It’s time to close the book and bid a due to the story that started me down this path of writing. Thank you all so much for your kind words and encouragement over the course of 2016. I wish you all the happiness in the world and thank you. I love you all. xoxox Lau

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Request: Yes. 

Warnings: Smut.

Word count:  6,346

Part one.   Part two.   Part three.  Part four.  Part five.   Part six.  Part seven.  Part eight.  Part nine. 

Based on this song and this one

Originally posted by carmenr99

If you’ve ever lost someone everyone will tell you that it gets better. That it will pass. You wanted to find anyone who had ever said that to anyone. You wanted to scream in their face that the hurt doesn’t fade, it doesn’t just disappear like it never happened. It’s like a wound that you can’t treat, the darkness gets inside it and it festers and you can feel it throb everyday. Now imagine that you had lost a lot, lost your friends, your family, your life. You lost yourself, now try and get the strength to go through that everyday whilst you can watch everybody around not even notice.  

If a girl screams behind glass can anybody hear her?  

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Fire Burns Brighter In The Dark.

Request from @brynnleemua​:Hi um could i ask for an imagine where you’re a new avenger and you’re the daughter of ghost rider (you have the same powers but you have red hair) and your powers come out when the team is attacked and after they are really surprised and bucky falls for you? Sorry its long but i love the idea

Note: Hope this is okay! I haven’t seen Ghost Rider so I looked up what he could do and I am PRAYING I did okay with this request for you :)

Bucky x Ghost Rider’s Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,251

Warnings: Violence, anger, injury, death and language.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Your bright red locks of hair fell in front of your face as you looked down at the briefing you had just been given in the meeting. It was your first one as part of The Avengers team and you hadn’t yet gained the full trust of every member so you needed to make sure you knew every detail of how the mission was going to play out, well, as much as could be planned anyway; when it came to this Hydra organisation you could only assume that even the best of plans would only stretch so far, they weren’t the most predictable of people.

You knew that you had a lot to offer the team, possessed powers that even rivalled those of the Maximoff twins and maybe even Thor himself, but being able to gain the trust of those around you had never been easy. It had always been the same thing ever since you were young; as soon as people found out who you were it was like you were contagious or something….they didn’t want to be within ten feet of you. But that wasn’t what hurt you the most, no, it was the look of sheer terror enveloping their eyes that really stuck in you like a knife to the chest. Never had you done anything to them but that didn’t matter….

….not when you were Ghost Rider’s daughter. He may have fought the bad guys but to most the form in which he took when doing so was the stuff of nightmares. So, instantly, they wanted to avoid seeing you do the same.

It was this kind of attitude that made you determined to change how people would see you. You learned to control your transformation to the point where the only part of you that turned skeletal was your left arm; your hair would still erupt into flames that would then travel down your body but your appearance was far less terrifying than your fathers.

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green eyes

they taught the young boy
“watch out for the moon,
  it’ll break your fingertips
 and split your lips,
 it’ll pour moonlight in your veins
 if you’re not careful, boy,
 the wolf can be dangerous
 if you let your wild heart roam
 so keep those eyes steady, pup,
 keep them green”

they told him
“you’re not a killer”
when the black blood ran
all down his arms
“this is the life of the wolf
 it means fire in your bones
 and holes in your heart
 sometimes your eyes go blue
 but it’s okay, pup,
 they’re beautiful, too”

he’d heard many things
by the time he stood on his own
“monster, murderer
  you deserve to be alone,”
and so he became
a lone wolf
one with the moon
“I’m the alpha now”
said a wolf, barely but a pup
eyes bleeding red

but no one ever said
a single thing about the stars
the ones that left the sky
to settle on pale skin
and in strong brown eyes
demanding “trust me”
in a voice that sounded like home
a touch that told him
“you’re no abomination, boy,
  there’s so much life inside you, so much green”

anonymous asked:

Imagine Alpha!Bucky somehow lapsed in WS mode and now the team is fighting him, all them being pushed back. He doesn't have a mission, so he's just standing there and letting them come at him. You don't realize or mean to, but you start crying. You can't help it. It's so terrible to watch Bucky, your Bucky, your Alpha, suddenly act so different. A soft whisper escapes your lips and the soldier snaps to you. He's suddenly at your side and you can't help but tremble. Part of you thinks (1/4)

it’s Bucky, he won’t hurt you. The other part knows that it isn’t Bucky. And you know what the winter soldier has done to people and it scares you. The entire team is frozen, watching the scene played out. No one wants to trigger him somehow in fear of you being caught in the cross fire. And you stare him down, the eye contact burning holes in your skull. And you notice a sudden change, it’s in his eye. The angry, deep ocean blue faded in a flash, replaced with a warm blue steel colour. (2/4)

Bucky’s suddenly got his arms around you and he’s mumbling softly about his omega. You quietly lead him back up to your room, quickly running him a bath. As you’re soaking in the water with him, he breaks his silence. “Did I scare you?” He asked quietly. You quickly shook your head “No, Bucky-” “but you were shaking.” He interrupts. “I’m not scared of you, Alpha. I, I just don’t trust the soldier. But he isn’t you.” You assured Bucky, slowly running your hands over his shoulders. (¾)

Bucky closes his eyes momentarily before burying is face against your throat. “I love you too, Y/N”. You hadn’t realized, but you’d been slowly grinding against each other. It didn’t take long for you slide down on his and for Bucky to start slowly thrusting, his arms around you. Water splashed over the edge of the bath but neither of you cared. It was just you and him and peaceful understanding of each other. (4/4)

This was beautiful and made my heart and other bits tingle and constrict and ugh it was just perfect - Gen 

Sinful Sunday™ 

In the beginning,
I was enamored with the forest
that sprouted from your soul.
Our roots connected,
The bridge between a brutal rapid.
In the end,
Someone else sparked your leaves.
A forest fire that left our bridge with a hole.
Now I know the answer.
If a tree falls in a forest and
No one is around to hear it,
trust me,
It makes a sound.
Fire and Ice

Prompt/Note: This is for #Bailey’s Disney Quotes Challenge - #17 - “Well, there’s the usual things: flowers…chocolates…promises you don’t intend to keep…” Cogsworth, Beauty and the Beast - and I chose Bucky x Reader and Reader is with the X-Men who is sent on a mission with the Avengers!

Note: This was so fun! Thank you so much Bailey for letting me do it. I haven’t written Bucky much so I was nervous! Beta’d by my other half @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for @buckysmetallicstump I did a crossover, I hope that’s okay!!

Warnings: Language…that’s about it

Word Count: 1527

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“Y/N, could you come here?” Professor X asked as you walked by with Marie.

“Yes, Professor?” you asked as you bounded up behind him in his chair.

“I need you to go with Logan, Remy, and Storm to the Avengers Tower and help them with a mission.”

“Since when do we help the Avengers?” you questioned.

“Since we are their friends. We are allies of anyone who is willing to stop evil, Y/N, remember that,” Professor X said before rolling away.

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Tried drawing they toys’ responses to a couple of gifts you guys have given to Sproing…

The bow tie was a gift from @icetigerkitten

The sweater was a gift from @peachdalooza

Reasons Why I Love You // Park Jinyoung

Originally posted by markjin

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Summary; Jinyoung loses you in a crowd of people and finds you being picked on by a few nasty fans.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine someone *cough*Mccree*coughing* Teaching Zenylil'Sis how to shoot a gun for self defense, and when reader hears is go off they just run off in fright to Reaper or 76, for protection as they view them like father figure?

Good stuff, I’ll write both bc I like both

Reaper


It was with the gentle confession that you had never even held a weapon that led to you here, sidearm in your trembling hands. McCree gently instructed you on how to stand, arms held straight but not locked.

“Point higher than what you’re aiming at,” he said, “The recoil will make you lower your arm.”

You nodded, face white, and squeeze the trigger. The loud noise rang through their body and pain shot up their arm. Dropping the gun your body shook with panic, turning around and running out of the room. McCree quickly ran after you but you shot ahead.

Seeing the leather clad mercenary, you did the opposite everyone else would have done, and threw yourself into his chest. You lightly sobbed as Reaper stood there in shook, his instincts telling him to either push you away or to reassure you, McCree skidding to a stop in front of the pair of the two of you. The cowboy and wraith glared at each other, McCree’s eyes getting colder at the awkward way Reaper began to pat your back.

“What’s going on,” Reaper growled, protective instincts roaring inside of him.

McCree looked away, refusing to look at his old mentor.

“I was showing her how to use a gun.”

“It was loud,” you cried, “and it hurt.”

“They do that,” a smile threatened to appear on his face.

“But you should probably learn how to protect yourself,” you groaned, hiding your hand behind your fingers, “Since the ingrate failed I’ll teach you myself.”

McCree’s faced twitched and Reaper led you back to the shooting gallery reexplaining everything. He kept his hands resting outside yours, absorbing the kickback, and even managing to praise you when you look up at him with pride.

Soldier 76


It Genji’s idea, after a nightmare that had you dying in his arms from a sniper shot, that you should learn how to protect yourself. McCree quickly volunteered, practically dragging a reluctant you to the shooting gallery. Complaining the whole way there, you gave a disgruntled look at the sidearm that McCree placed in your hand.

“I don’t see how this is necessary,” you grumbled, despising the thing in your hand.

“What if we get overrun with enemies,” McCree said, “and no ones there to protect you. You’ll wish you knew how to shoot then.”

“I can learn then,” you snapped.

“Stop being difficult,” McCree said, “At least fire it once.”

He instructed you on how to stand, making sure you didn’t lock your limbs, before telling you to squeeze the trigger. You fired the gun, hole tearing in the paper figures head. Your mouth suddenly was filled with disgust, mind flashing to the image of your brother Mondatta looking blankly forwards, and dropped the gun. 

Eyes wide, your body shook with panic. McCree gave a tentative step forward, hands up dismissively, and you sprinted out of the room. You kept running until you found yourself in front of the vigilante, instinctively seeking protection you scurried behind him. Sobbing into his shoulder McCree arrived just behind you.

“Are you okay?” You buried even further into his back and shook your head.

“What’s going on,” Soldier 76 gruffly demanded, his body screaming to protect you.

“I was teaching her how to shoot a gun,” McCree started.

“I can’t..” you cried, “No more guns…”

“I don’t think she’s ready to learn that yet,” Soldier 76 said.

“I’m sorry,” McCree said, “We can put that off until you’re okay with it.”

You looked up at him, eyes tinged red and puffy, and you wiped the tears off of your face. Giving a sniffle you pushed yourself off of Soldier 76′s back and gave a nod.