initiating robot voice

reaperxwidowmaker  asked:

Could you write something where reaper and widowmaker are sleeping together and reaper has a nightmare about Widowmaker dying right in front of him and when he wakes up he hugs Widowmaker and tells her how much she means to her. If you can't I understand

So. I ran with this prompt. (Although I must admit I changed a lot. No cuddling but they’re kind of kind to each other?) 

nsfw for violence, murder and smut, but like over 2,5k of smut

word count: 4.349

ripe and ruin

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His dreams are memories—or fragments of; gunshots ringing in the godforsaken alleyways of LA, the smell of cheap detergent at the laundromats and the sound of coins being inserted in the machines, the way the mattress dipped in the bunk above his when his fellow recruit shifted in a restless sleep.

Mostly, he dreams of his time at Overwatch.

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When Darkness Attacks

Originally posted by negerswager

Request: I just discovered your account and I love your writing style so much. Could you write a story where the reader’s a SHIELD agent and they’re dating Bucky and having an argument when Hydra agents attack the base?


Warnings: Violence, blood, very sad

Characters: Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Sam, Tony


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“It’s the third time. It’s the third time you’ve forgotten a date we were supposed to go on.” you say sharply, trying to catch Bucky’s averted gaze. He pulls a box of Oreos from the pantry and tosses you one playfully, trying to ease your pent up anger.

You let it fall to the ground, chocolate crumbs shattering across the floor.

“Three dates Bucky Barnes. Not one, not two, but three whole dates that you completely forgot!” you shout, clenching the edge of the counter until your knuckles turn white. He continues to look at everything in the kitchen but you. “Do you…not want to be together anymore? Is that it? Because I honestly need to know”

At this, his head snaps up, eyes locking on yours. He is completely still for a moment before taking the few steps across the tile floors to wear you stand, leaning against the fridge. He places his hands on either side of your face and presses his lips against yours, feverish and calm at the same time.

“I will always want to be with you” he whispers against your skin, “I love you y/n, you know that. You’re my best friend”

You laugh breathlessly and shake your head, “Better not let Steve hear you say that” He pulls away and clasps his hands around you waist, your arms resting on his shoulders like you’re slow dancing. “But really. Why do you keep forgetting our dates?”

His gaze falls once again while he chews his bottom lip nervously.

“I don’t keep forgetting” he says slowly, looking for a reaction in your expression. But you’re a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and a great one at that, so you know how to keep a poker face. “It’s just that…I’m not meant for this world. I should be in a retirement home or dead in the ground, not out going to 24 hour bars with neon lights and music that’s too loud”

You can’t help but smile at his description of the night club you took him to last month, one that Tony suggested. Relief floods his face at your light and airy smile, one he knows means everything’s okay.

“I don’t like them either” you sigh, letting your head fall against his chest, his arms pulling you in a loose hug. “I’d prefer to stay here and watch midnight movies than party at neon lit bars any day. I only took you to these places because I thought it’s what you wanted.” you confess, “I figured you’d want to go out and explore the modern world or whatever”

Now it’s his turn to laugh, gentle and gruff at the same time.

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