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Irate - 3

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Summary:

Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled.

Word count: 1465


“Can I ask you a question?”

You want to say you sound suave and totally collected, but really, it comes out more like you’re being suffocated simultaneously. Bucky’d decided that you were severely out of shape and proposed going for a run. It was a great idea in theory, but now you’re starting to think the running is more for him to be able to rub in your face the fact that he’s fit and you’re not.

“No.”

You ask anyway. “Steve mentioned these abilities I could have. What did he mean?” The question’s been bugging you for a while. Given the chances, you should have gotten at least one opportunity where your supposed abilities got their time to shine, but nada. Do you even have powers? What if it’s something pathetic, like conjuring hot sauce at the snap of your fingers?

You’re so busy snapping your fingers that you almost don’t notice that he doesn’t respond, or even acknowledge that you asked a question.

“Why are you so grumpy all the time?” You’re not the kind of person to snap at someone else, especially not someone that’s supposed to be your superior. Plus, it’s not even among the questions you have in mind, but it’s just such a pressing issue. How can someone be so angry twenty-four seven anyway?

His face takes on a look that you’ve become pretty accustomed to in the last few days: He stares straight ahead of him, not a single emotion flickering over his features, and you know that he’s supressing an eye-roll.

He doesn’t answer.

“See what I mean?” You widen your eyes dramatically and throw your hands up. “You can’t even give me an answer!”

If he’s riled up, he doesn’t show it, and in all honesty, it’s getting you riled up. You’re not going to back down until he gives you some kind of response. Maybe you can even unlock his cliché backstory. So you press further.

“C'mon! There’s got to be something.” No response.

“Even Batman has a reason to be brooding all the time!” He turns to glare at you and you falter for a moment. “Okay, okay, cool, nothing about Batman.”

Bucky closes his eyes and exhales slowly, then faces forward again and picks up the pace. You struggle to keep up with him as he runs you up a hill and through a trail in the forest. You run in silence as you catch your breath and relish in the cool shade of the trees, until you can’t bite your tongue any longer.

“Are you afraid of bats?”

He halts without warning, digging his heels into the ground to come to a complete stop. You keep going, not even noticing that he’s stopped, until you’re running into him. Literally.

Bucky gives you a look of pure exasperation as he grabs your wrists, stepping forward and pulling you in until your hands are resting against his chest. There are so many other questions on your mind, but you can’t remember a single one all of a sudden.

“Shut. Up.” He growls. Your hands can feel the vibrations of his chest.

You’re not scared of Bucky Barnes. You're not. It’s not your fault your voice is an octave higher when you stammer out a meek “sorry.”


So maybe you’re a little scared of Bucky Barnes, but you’re starting to figure him out. His intimidation tactics are straight from the book: glares, low tone of voice, and the whole invasion of personal space thing he’s got going on.

Like right now. You’re wedged between the railing of the training room’s mezzanine and Bucky’s chest. It’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but you’re hyperaware of everything around you, and every time he speaks, you can feel your own body reverberate. At best, it’s distracting.

“Hold it like this.” Bucky’s breath fans the side of your neck when you speak, and it takes all your willpower to not squirm. His hands grab the gun with yours, but really, he’s doing most of the work. You can barely concentrate, and the gun feels so heavy in your hands you feel like you may drop it if he lets go.

“Aim carefully, and then shoot.” He pulls the trigger. You’re not ready for the kickback, and the force of the gun firing presses you further back into his chest. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he opts to kick your left foot forward. You almost topple over, and this time, you swear you can feel him rolling his eyes.

“Hit that target.” He points to the outline of a body near the back of the room, then lets go of the gun, placing his hands on the railing on either side of you so that your back is still against his chest, though now, you barely notice. Your palms feel sweaty and gun feels so wrong in your hands. There’s a little voice at the back of your head telling you that you can’t do it, and you almost turn to look at Bucky for reassurance. Almost.

You aim, or at least, you hope you’re aiming, and this time you prepare yourself for the kickback. Your finger moves slowly across the trigger, and you screw your eyes shut as the gun fires.

This time the sound makes you flinch, and you don’t even have to open your eyes to know that you missed. Bucky sighs, pushing off of the railing and stepping back.

“Great job, rookie. You only missed by twenty fucking feet.”

Sure enough, there’s a hole in the target at the far left of the room.


“What’s the deal with him?”

It’s been five days since you missed every single target in the training room, and Bucky and you have come no closer to being acquainted than you were when you first showed up at the compound. The only thing he seems to do is be too close too often, effectively shutting you up. Part of you is resentful towards yourself for being so intimidated.

Bucky’s on a mission, and for once you’ve gotten time off. You savour it by curling yourself up in blankets, with a hot water bottle pressed against your sore muscles, and complaining to Sam about how Bucky is unreasonably training (you prefer the word ‘torturing’) you everyday.

Sam laughs, giving you a warm smile, and you wonder why Bucky can’t also just, y'know, smile or something? Show some form of emotion that isn’t cold and menacing?

“He’s a tough one,” Sam says.

“How do you even put up with him?” You throw your hands up in exasperation to prove your point, but regret it immediately as pain flares up your sore arms. Sam laughs again.

“Steve trusts him. I trust Steve.”

Steve must be some kind of altruistic hero if everyone seems to like him so much, and if he can handle someone like Bucky. You’ve seen him around a few times here and there, and he always passes you a small smile, but he never seems to have time to stop and talk, and his face is constantly riddled with stress. Not the life you want to live.

“Anyway,” Sam continues. “When Wanda gets back, she’ll probably take over for him. She’s enhanced too, so she’ll make a better trainer in your case.”

There’s that word again. Enhanced. You’ve tried every possible thing you can think of: snapping your fingers, all the possible hand movements you’ve seen in the movies and that the gaps in your memory let you recall, but nothing. (The memory thing is a whole other issue that should keep you up at night, but by the time you go to bed, Bucky’s exhausted you to the point where you can barely keep your eyes open, let alone think). The whole situation is so muddled, and it ignites this panic in your stomach that you’re trying to diminish by not thinking about it. Your thoughts flash back to the words Bucky had said when he was first assigned to train with you.

“He said I can’t be trusted,” you say, turning to face Sam. You wince at the soreness of your muscles, then look at Sam expectantly. “Is it– are there enhanced people–,” the word sounds weird in your mouth. “Am I dangerous?”

Sam frowns. “I don’t think,” he pauses, collecting his thoughts. “He was probably talking about himself, not you.”

It’s your turn to be confused, but before you have a chance to ask him what he means, Steve rushes into the room, a pained look on his face.

“Sam, I–”

Sam stands up. “Hey man, what’s wrong?”

Steve’s entire body is tense as he looks between the two of you, then he sighs, putting his head in his hands.

“It’s Bucky. He’s been shot.”


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Old Souls (Part 9)

Summary: Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader; ft. Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, the Avengers (mentioned)  

Word Count: 3,503

Warnings: Near death experience, blood, violence, angst, the tiniest bit of fluff at the end I think

A/N: Yay it’s here! I took longer to post this part, sorry. As you saw I got distracted by Pietro ahaha but also I got busy with school stuff. We get to go back to the reader and see what happened after she got taken! Enjoy! I’m always nervous with these things lol.

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promise pt. 3

Originally posted by dr-spencer-reid-though

characters: spencer x wife!reader, ellie (daughter!oc), bau team

summary: spencer returns to the bau to keep his promise to his daughter and save you. but he is not ready what waits for him. his strength is tested.

warnings: torture, injury to the reader, talk of death, and one vague allusion to suicide if you squint. 

words: 1.6k

a/n: here it is y’all!!!! this is the part where shit starts to get a little gruesome, so you’re warned. please message me and tell me what you think!!!!

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Pieces || Part 2: No Man's Land

Part 2 everybody! Thank you for the positive feedback and once I got home, I wasted no time writing this down! Please continue following this story and if you wanna get tagged, just write it down in the comments or message me or something.

Pairing: Damian Wayne/Nightwing x Reader/Pandemonium

Gist: You had a past relationship with Damian, but due to unfortunate events, it came to a halt after taking two different sides and five years since have passed and now both sides have to come together to help save Earth from Brainiac.

Notes:

1. Harley being Harley.

2. THIS IS REALLY BAD I’M SO SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU

3. I’m only gonna follow with what I know from Injustice 2 and twisted a few ideas around to fit into the plot. I’ll refrain from mentioning anything from Injustice: Gods Among Us or the Injustice comics because I’m still confused about what the hell is going on.

4. HEAVY EDITING I GOT A FEW THINGS WRONG SO IF THE SETTING CHANGES EVERY NOW AND THEN, IGNORE IT OR RE-READ IT

5. I had to edit both parts because me and @veenafera had done some math and realized it wouldn’t make sense if reader left at seventeen and she hasn’t spoken to Damian (properly at least) for eight years, not six because Damian left with Clark at fifteen, sixteen and he should be twenty three, twenty four now

SO TO CONFIRM FOR AGES IN IMPORTANT TIMES:

DAMIAN IS 24 YEARS OLD AND IS PUT IN A PRISON AT 19

READER IS 23 YEARS OLD AND LEAVES GOTHAM AT 18

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Even if they are a team at the moment, there was always sides to choose. Batman and his no kill policies. Superman and his war on crime ideals. It was like a political battle, but with more weapons and gadgets involved. Bonus on the alien invasion. Everyone, heroes, civilians alike had sides to pick and there seemed to be no inbetween. No slice of heaven, no safe haven, no light within both spectrum. There was either blood to be shed or swords to be sheathed.

That’s why [Name] chose to keep herself out of the spectrum. She made her own slice of heaven back in Arizona. Her haven confided with her home and family. Her views on how a tainted human life should be punished veered closer to Bruce’s so she kept with him all those years, trying to stop Superman’s persecutions and helping Bruce from hitting rock bottom.

[Name] had lost her mind. She was sent to the hospital shortly after everyone she thought she knew was being locked up or sent away somewhere. When she had gotten better, she still had a this empty feeling around her. She wouldn’t leave her house, sometimes her bed even. She went back to school, but wasn’t treated the same. Her identity as Pandemonium had been exposed and everybody attacked her, with questions or with hostility, for siding with Bruce Wayne. Soon, she was packing her suitcase full of clothes and bought a plane ticket with her mother to go to Arizona.

There were times [Name] felt the need to ask Bruce about Damian. She knew she shouldn’t have left without telling him, but everything happened so fast and within a matter of months neither one could recognize the other and couldn’t face them. Even Bruce had insisted she go visit him before she leaves.

“Don’t you want to go see him?” Bruce asked as he took a seat next to her. He had gotten better, faster than she did. He coped with grief before and she knew he wasn’t the same, but he was better none the less. He was already dealing with the press and handling all worldly problems. As Bruce Wayne, the businessman, the hero. 

He had her protected and was kept away from the press when she was being treated in the hospital all those months. He would talk to her mother and doctors to ask about her condition. [Name] was grateful. She had a feeling he blamed himself for not noticing when her deteriorating mental health, but she made sure to tell him that it wasn’t his or anyone’s fault except her’s for not addressing her problem any sooner.

Bruce was the first one and the only one to know about her leaving. [Name] shook her head, “I don’t want him to find out. I don’t want anyone else except you to know where I’m going. You can tell everyone once I leave a message on your phone.”

The man watched her. She had change. Her old personality, passionate and explosive, had mellowed down and she seemed tired. Older for someone so young. The months before took a huge toll on her and he could tell she’s seen everything in her seventeen years of being alive. Then he nodded. “I do think you should visit him, though. The last time he saw you, your eyes were glowing and every natural disaster that was put to record was coming his way. He was worried about you the whole time and he asks about you.”

“And that’s the last time he’ll see me.” [Name] replied. She gave Bruce a small smile. “He can worry all he wants, I won’t give him any pleasures by visiting him.”

She wanted to go see him, she really did, but there was a sense of righteousness that held her back. It was a childish move, but there was a part of her that wasn’t ready to forgive Damian or herself after letting him go so easily. You may be on the same team for now, but he’s still the enemy. He’s been locked up in a cell for five years and he’s a stubborn idiot. He’s still the same Damian. [Name] thought as she read the articles that were written only hours ago. 

Most of the cities in the United States were disappearing into a skull-like ship. Wonder Woman and Black Adam broke into Superman and everyone else’s jails. A new super, a blonde with an “S”, was with them. Batman released Superman and now both sides are working together to take them down. [Name] blinked at the screen wearily. Is this team even going to make it through without tearing at each other’s throats? Sighing, [Name] pushed the screen away and looked at the map, which was heading to some underground hangar in the outskirts of Gotham.

Impatient sickness wafted around her in the quiet plane. What’s going to happen if someone doesn’t listen? Are Bruce and Clark going to try and take one another down and ignore the task at hand? Is Damian–no. She shouldn’t be worrying about him. Not right now, not ever. The plane jostled around, indicating that it was about to land. [Name] bit her lip as she watched the screen flash into directions of where she were to head once she lands. 

Thoughts from the last time she confronted everyone–Hal, Barry, Diana, everybody–gave her the chills. She sent all of them either flying, down to the ground, burning, or drowning every time she saw them. [Name] felt the nervousness come to her and her knees began to feel weak. The plane had flown into a mountain and the lights started to flash red inside. Once it made it to the hangar, [Name] immediately jumped out of the plane, shaking her palms away from nervousness.

Screw being nervous for trying to stop them all those years ago, there’s an alien invasion. It’s time to go back into the spectrum.


Damian’s leg wouldn’t stop moving. He didn’t what was making him do that–the fact that he got to leave his prison or the fact that he knew [Name] was probably around already. Some people had not arrived to the old Justice League meeting room and he kept his head down while he waited. He heard a rustling next to him and he couldn’t help but look up to see Diana sitting next to him.

“You’re anxious about [Name]’s arrival.” She stated simply to him. Damian gave her a perplexed look and she gave him a serious look. “I’ve known you and [Name] long enough to know how much you two care for each other. Even when you two separated, you kept track of her, watching or reading about her on the news, but let me remind you, Damian, what she did to you. She’s even more dangerous than Bruce when it comes to power; she has no control over it and she almost killed you.”

Damian could only look at her, his eyes narrowing. “I’m well aware of her powers, Diana. She can control it. Her mind wasn’t in the right place that whole fight and I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” He said lowly. Of coursed he remembered that day. It was scary to see her that way, screaming and crying while pulling hell out of its own home to attack him. Damian tried his best not to think about it. He knew she was able to control her powers. He was always there when she was learning.

“Dammit!” [Name] screamed as she fell on the ground. The column of water that she had been controlling ricocheted toward Damian, who quickly ducked out of the way, hitting the rock wall of the Bat Cave. Alfred, who had come in with towels and a platter of sandwiches, stepped into the Cave.

“Miss [Surname] please don’t swear.” He said calmly.

[Name] apologized and quickly went back to creating a column of water, which collapsed not a minute later and she gave an irritated sigh. “Come on! I’ve been at it for hours, controlling this is so hard!”

Damian nodded at her, listening as he bit into the triangular sandwich. “You can’t just master this in less than a day, you know.” He stated. “Eat. You’ve been practicing for a while and I’m surprised you haven’t even eaten within the last thirty minutes.”

[Name] punched his arm before grabbing a sandwich. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m saying you eat a lot.” Damian pointed out to the younger girl, earning another punch in the arm. The two spoke to one another while eating, talking about school and their missions until [Name] decided to get up from her seat and pick up where she left off. Slowly, she extended her hands and focused on the water inside the bucket. The liquid pulled up like a column for the third time and [Name] moved her right hand over the left, the tip of the water following. The girl grinned, continuing to move the water slowly around her.

The two, both mystified by what was happening. Damian turned his head to look at [Name], who had a grin on her face as she continued to move her arms around. The water circled around her until it collapsed into a circle puddle at her feet. Her head moved and Damian turned his attention back at the puddle. “You did it.”

“I did it!” [Name] screamed as she ran up to him, shaking his arms excitedly. “Oh my God, I did it!” Her arms wound around his neck and Damian froze, shock taking over him as [Name] hugged him. [Name], who realized that the Robin in front of her most definitely did not like being hugged, backed away. She turned her head away from him awkwardly before saying, “I, uh, should practice more.”

“Yeah, maybe you, um, should.” Damian said back in careful awkwardness. They returned to their spots and the air was weird. Alfred watched the twelve and eleven year old, who kept glancing at one another every now and then, before shaking his head and walking out of the Cave.

Damian knew she can control it and if she really did get better, then so did her sense of restraint. Diana seemed to not care. “She makes you weak.” She criticized him.

“Like you’re any better when it comes to Superman.” Damian replied, shaking his head at her and taking notice of new people walking into the room. “If we’re both done stating facts, Diana, let’s end this conversation.” A loud cackle had made everyone turn their toward the entryway. Harley and Selina, the last few members to arrive, came in, the bubbly blonde sending out a fit of giggles as she kept turning her head back.

“Ya won’t believe who we ran into on the way here!” Harley commented and Damian felt alarms blaring in his head. It had to be her. “Got lost and wandered around ‘till kitty and I found her!” She turned her head to the person who was being mentioned, hiding behind a shelf full of suspicious looking items. Giving an exaggerated sigh, Harley put her hand on the person’s wrist, pulling her out. [Name] stumbled out of her spot slightly before standing straight up again, shifting between her feet every now and then.

“Pandemonium, good to have you here.” Bruce said to her. [Name] glared at him, putting her hands on her hips.

“I’m only here to save people and keep anything from coming near them, Bruce. That’s final.” She said to him simply and Bruce gave a knowing side before she took a seat between Green Lantern and Firestorm. She raised an eye at Hal’s green clothing. “Last time I saw you in green was when I created a mini Amazon Rainforest on you, Jordan.”

“Long story, kid.” Hal replied. “Good to have you back.”

“You and everyone who’re siding with Bruce seem to be the only one liking the idea.” [Name] muttered to him once Selina started talking. She could see Diana’s, along with the other Regime member’s, eyes glaring into her head so intensely, it could compete with Clark’s laser eyes. The blonde with the “S” stared at her, as if trying to figure her out.

Flash, who had been listening to her talk, gave a short laugh. “I can think of one person from Superman’s Regime liking the idea of you being around.” He motioned to someone in front of [Name] and she turned her head to meet a set of green eyes staring at her with anything but hostility. For a minute, the two stared at each other, frozen. Almost eight years without a proper conversation with each other made them speechless. She knew one of them was going to catch the other to get them to talk after this.

But what do I say? Is he gonna ask about what happened to me? Is he mad? A few of the many questions that sped through her head. It was making dizzy. [Name] started taking notice of Barry and Hal’s smirk after two minutes and she quickly looked away, flustered for staring so long. Her eyes narrowed at the red and green next to her. “Do you two want to feel a Level 9 earthquake in this building? Just the two of you. I can make it happen.”

“You trying to impress someone?” Barry asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, the seismologists.“ [Name] replied hotly before looking away and listening to Selina again. She dared to look across her again once she knew Hal and Barry weren’t paying any attention to her anymore. Damian was still staring at her. [Name] looked away again and she could see Damian’s lips turn upward ever so slightly, clearly pleased he can still make her so unsettled. 

That cocky bastard.

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Long Live - Chapter 4

Man, this one got a bit angsty. Thank you all so much for your kind messages!

Summary: Virgil was everything a future prince shouldn’t be. The quiet, antisocial kid at school who was the last person anyone ever expected to be the future leader of a faraway country. Luckily, that’s what Roman was there for.

Pairing: Prinxiety

Words: 1278

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I’ve taken some time to think over and process recent criticisms that people have made of me. Thank you to everyone for being patient while I took this time to reflect–I think that a brief review of my behaviour in the past has shown that I often respond poorly and clumsily in the heat of the moment, and these conversations benefit when I give them the thought and effort they deserve.

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Mercy

Summary:  This is for  @sanjariti ‘s Challenge.  My word was “Mercy”.  Tony Stark has a strange way of dealing with the guilt he feels from the Battle of New York


Characters:  Tony Stark x Reader, background Jarvis background Bruce Banner, mentions of the Iron Legion


Timeline:  Non-Cannon, after New York.  Jarvis is a bit different.  OOC Tony.  You do not need to know Marvel to follow the story. 


Warnings:  Stalking, Non-consensual sexual activities, drug use (not with the sex tho), slow burn smut (but this is a one shot, just a long one).


A/N:  I had a request for some Non-Con Tony. I decided to work it into this story.  I’m not a HUGE Tony person, but I think I did an OK job getting him down.  


Words: 14,406.  It’s a bit long!

Tags: @kellyn1604 @marauderice @divadinag @miiraal @negan–is–god @wayward-mirage @alyisdead @mysacredstardust @xbergiex @owlettrraine @siren-kitten-his @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @theariel85 (Just tagging people who may be into it, sorry if you’re not interested!) 

The television showed the monsters attacking the skyscrapers.  You brought your hand to your mouth to stifle the scream. With shaky fingers you dialed your mother’s cellphone and received the beep beep of an unconnected line.  Next you tried your father.  Same response.  Of course it was just because cell phone towers had to be down.  That was it.  You would hear from them in a few hours.  

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Lone Survivor: Local woman is the last member of her family alive, after parents perish in New York City Attacks.  Who Is to Blame?  

Tony stared at the article.  He could recite the thing word-for-word.  There were hundreds of stories out there like this, all of the seventy-four casualties had family, but the picture of the smiling young woman next to the photo of her crying at her parent’s grave shook him to his core.  

“You’re not responsible for that.”  Bruce took a seat across from Tony. “Why are you torturing yourself?”

“I’m a glutton for punishment.”  Tony dropped the newspaper.  

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thinking of us | part two

things are difficult following you and aaron breaking up. you can barely look him in the eye without flinching, and it’s clear that aaron is upset about what happened as well. it’s inevitable until one or both of you have to confront your feelings towards each other.

“wheels up in thirty,” he says, bringing you back to reality. you’re in the conference room, discussing a rather disturbing case that the team has to go investigate. you gather your papers and follow after to get your things.

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you’re quiet as you stalk into the building the unsub ran into with aaron by your side, finally having been able to corner the man. your gun is at the ready, not truly minding what happened to the unsub anymore. after seeing what he’s done to numerous women, you can only hope that he gets what is coming to him.

aaron sighs deeply as he looks over to you, motioning for you to take one hallway while he goes down the other.

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All you did was shave

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Reader x Stiles / Derek



“I don’t know why you’re freaking out!” Stiles gasped as you walked round the apartment until he grabbed you to make you stop before he got dizzy.

“Someone experimented on Derek, you want to save him on your own and the reason Scott convinced me to move with you to New York, was not because getting out of town would be good for us, but because you had the crazy idea of becoming a vigilante with powers you gained while failing to rescue him.” You ranted and he shrugged as he nodded.

“Yeah pretty much.” He smiled until you took a deep breath and pinched the bridge your nose as you sighed and shook your head.

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Poe Dameron/ Reader

Originally posted by sterkiller

Words: 1,659

Summary: You grow sick and tired as you watch Poe do most of the mission by himself. “Stay with the ship,” he says to you while you roll your eyes into oblivion. You can’t bite your tongue any longer.

Prompt: can you do a poe dameron x reader where they get paired up on another mission but Poe always leaves them to watch the ship (like K2 in rogue) and the reader is sick of it so they argue . But later in the mission while the reader waits, Poe gets in trouble and the readers saves poe. ”Leaving me behind all the time doesn’t exactly scream ‘part of the team’.”

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Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s note: We back in this bitch, y’all! College has got a tight ass grip on me so requests are taking a bit longer than expected. This was fun to write and I feel like it teaches an important lesson. Reading a fic AND learning? WHO NEEDS SCHOOL? (please go to school)


What’s the point on aiding Poe in missions when it always ends with you watching over the ship as Poe rescues the day?

Don’t get yourself wrong, you know you are competent and highly qualified to lead an entire squadron into enemy territory and come out successful. You know you are strongest in hand-to-hand combat and have a pretty accurate aim. You wonder if Poe ever sees that in you but there is never an opportunity to bring it up. All your emotions just get stored away and you open them back up as you wait for him to get back.

But once you watch Poe exit out the ship and turn back to you, you stop him from saying the inevitable.

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Imagine being secretly married to Tony during Civil War

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

Summary: Imagine secretly being married to Tony during Civil War. You eventually side with him out of the fear of fighting him, being a powerful fighter on the team. 

Word Count: 2,260

Warnings: Swearing. 

Tagging @queenyavengers

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“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have.” You listened to the cold debate between Rhodey and Sam. You were positive Rhodey would win, him being Rhodey. As much as you liked Sam, but Rhodey knew what he was talking about. You weren’t even sure if you would know what you’d be talking about when you figured out your side, but you were leaning towards the Accords, even with not being at Lagos when Wanda accidentally threw a contained explosion towards a building which killed eleven Wakandans. Something told you Wanda hadn’t being fully focused, ‘cause you were sure she could control her powers. 

“So let’s say we agree to this thing.” Your eyes shift to exasperated Tony in a decorative orange chair. His hand sprawled over his face. His eyes go up in exasperation as Sam continues speaking. “How long before they Lojack us like a bunch of common criminals?”

“A 117 countries wanna sign this. A 117, Sam, and you’re like ‘no, that’s cool. We got it’.”

“How long are you going to play both sides?”

“I have an equation,” Vision declares. You were fidgeting with the ring you often kept hidden(despite the size of the diamond) on your finger. Rhodey and Sam turned to see him sitting on his own chair. 

“Oh, this will clear it up,” Sam says. Yeah, you thought it would. 

“In the eight years since Mr. Stark has announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.”

“Are you saying it’s our fault?” Steve looks up from the thick Accords book. You raise your brows at him. Um…Well, the team….Think about it…

“I’m saying there may be a casualty. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. Conflict..breeds catastrophe. Oversight…oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”

“Boom,” Rhodey says simply. It earns him a glare from his debate competitor. You knew he’d win the debate. 

“Tony,” Natasha says. Your lover brings his exasperated hand off his face. “You’re being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.”

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind,” Steve once again looks up from the book. 

“Boy, you know me so well,” Tony remarks. He stands up and heads to the kitchen. “Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache. That’s what’s going on, Cap. It’s just pain.” Oh god, that drove your suspicions a bit. Something was wrong. Tony wasn’t feeling exactly great. You were the only person who seemed to care, and you were glad you noticed. Sometimes how the team treated him just angered you. 

“It’s discomfort. Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?” He asks. Tony brings out his phone and a holographic pops out with the image of a black boy. Tony turns his head for a moment. “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul before he parked behind a desk. See the world.”

Oh god, he had a sobby speech that had guilted him a lot, you realized. When you were there earlier at MIT, you started to think Tony hadn’t gone to the restroom. He may’ve saw a grieving mom instead who blamed him. Oh god…

“Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale which is where I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor-guess where? Sokovia!” He slaps the sound of a slapping paper. You deeply exhale. This had worked him up big time. Why couldn’t the team understand? Why couldn’t the team…be more supportive of him, sometimes?

“He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass.” Tony took a sip of coffee while walking over. “There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys.”

“Tony, if someone dies on our watch, we don’t give up,” Steve states. 

“Who said we’re giving up?”

“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.”

“Sorry, Steve. That is just dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we’re talking about.” Steve makes a horrible expression, making you give a horrible roll of eyes. It’s not the World Security Counsil, it’s not Shield, it’s not Hydra.”

“No, but it’s run by people with agendas, and agendas change.”

“That’s good! That’s why I’m here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing.”

“Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose!” Steve says. You exhale, crossing your arms. You shake your head. 

“What if this panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go and they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still are own.” 

“If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later. That’s the fact. That won’t be pretty.”

“You’re saying they’ll come for me,” Wanda speaks up. Nah, they wouldn’t.

“We would protect you.” Wanda’s head turns to Vision. You had always wondered about those two. 

“Maybe Tony is right.”

You furrowed your brows looking at Natasha’s declaration. “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-”

“Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?” Sam questions her sudden opinion. 

“I’m just..raiding the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.”

“Focus up. I’m sorry. Did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?”

“Oh, I wanna take it back now,” Natasha says. Tony shakes a finger. “No, you can’t retract it. Thank you, unprecedented. Okay, case closed. I win.” 

You turn your eyes to see Cap on his phone. His concerned expression….

“I have to go.”

He stands up and leaves abruptly, leaving you all here to debate among ourselves. You swallow. “A lotta conflict could come up if you don’t sign.” Heads turn to you. You’ve made your decision. “And we should tone it down a bit. The energy’s been a bit hyper, don’t’cha think?”

“Well of course you agree with him,” Sam remarks. You give him a look. “I’m not necessarily a fan of it 100 percent. I’m not exactly a fan of Ross, and I’m not sure about the quality of who makes up the panel. But in the long run, it’s a safer choice.”

“The safer choice,” Sam mutters. You throw out a short sigh. “Well, what if there was a family around here? What if there were kids running around the place-wouldn’t you want safer for them? And even without kids, do you wanna come back and suddenly have regrets when one of us gets hurt when the panel could’ve made a difference? You know this isn’t worth fighting about, Sam. I know you do.”

“Who would be having kids in this chaos of a world in the first place?!” Sam exclaims. You shrug, throwing your hands out. “I don’t know! It’s just possible, Sam, you don’t know always what is up with people!” You say. And then you think of Tony. You wouldn’t be having kids with him any time soon-probably at all. He doesn’t wanna ruin them. Partially, you wanted a kid or two. But then there were the missions and there might be one day where you don’t come back. That was scary. That you couldn’t do to your kids. You knew Tony couldn’t either. 

But you were at least married to him before you could ever loose him, or before he could lose you. It was a simple fact, you could be killed. You were strong, though. You wouldn’t let yourself get killed if you could help it for Tony’s sake. He’d suffer worse than he has without you. Everyone else treated him like crap. Tony had anxiety-you only found out a few weeks ago. He’s been bottling it up, and you didn’t like that. So he talked to you and you listened very intently. Apparently, he tried to talk to Bruce once and he fell asleep. Fell asleep. Your view changed on the man immediately. 

“Are you talking about you and Stark?” Sam finally blurts. 

“Wha-no! Can you not see generally, Sam?” Your jaw drops. You had a feeling Tony was also annoyed. “Cap’s going off doing whatever with only a ‘I have to go’ could be a girl for all I know, and I didn’t ask questions!”

“We all know you have a relationship, Y/N,” Natasha says. You shake your head. “Oh god, not you too.”

“Yeah, and what if we do?” Tony finally says. You slightly wanna walk out, but you can’t exactly. 

“Wouldn’t be a surprise,” Sam says. “It explains the freakishly large diamond on your ring finer, Y/N.”

“That I thought that I had hidden very well,” You eye him. Sam was on your nerves, and Natasha was too despite her siding with Tony on these Accords. 

Your nerves are blown. “Our relationship is just not any of your business!” You swipe your hands flat. “Okay?! I’m serious. Just fuck off!”

“Fine! Fine!” Sam surrenders. “I’ll back off.” You eyed him again. You shake your head and head off into your room. You were tired for now. Since it was around maybe four, you decide to settle down really early. You tell Friday to have no one disturb you since you were gonna take a shower. So you rinse down over your skin, cleanse your skin and hair, and you soon dry off. Sometimes, you would shower with Tony. But did it look like you were in the mood? …..No. You weren’t.

After you get out, you pull on a purple lounge shirt and black lounge pants. It was darker, now, and you flop back on your bed. A knock comes to the door. “Come in.” And of course it was him. Tony. 

“You doing alright?” He sits on your bed. You sit up against your headboard. “I dunno….I’m sorry how I bursted out back there. I don’t know what’s up with me.”

“Well how ya talk is part of how I fell in love with you, wouldn’t you agree?”

You exhale. “Yeah, I guess.” You then wait a moment. “And I’m sorry about mentioning kids and all, I dunno..”

“No, it’s fine, Y/N.”

You were sure it wasn’t fine. “It probably bugs you-it bugs me somewhat. Wanting to have something I can’t protect.”

“You wanna have kids?” Tony asks. 

“I-I don’t know!” You say. Your eyes stare down to your lap for a short moment before they face Tony. It could be hard to face Tony, sometimes. But he was your husband. He wasn’t supposed to be hard to face. 

“I understand when you think aliens are going to come back…I wouldn’t want to put my kids through that. And you’ll be on the front lines-you know where that puts me.”

“I wouldn’t let you be out there.”

“It’s inevitable, I’d be out there. They need me-you need me. Sometimes one master assassin is just not enough,” You shake your head. “But I’m not immortal. Do you really think our kids could go through with one of us dying-maybe both of us? Who knows how powerful aliens really are.”

“Don’t remind me,” Tony says. Okay, you were triggering him. No, nope, not happening. No, no, NOPE! 

“I’m sorry-I shouldn’t’ve-”

“It’s fine, no, it’s okay.” You knew he wasn’t okay. You saw it in the fearful brown of his eyes. Oh, his fearful brown eyes. You loved him. You always just wondered if you could protect him. You wondered if you could protect him just as much or more as he wanted to protect you. And the amount he wanted to protect you was like the amount of stars in the sky…..It was incredibly huge. 

I mean like….

You were all he had at the end of it all. 

You.

You saw him, his breathing slightly iffy. “Nothing’s happening, just breathe,” You mutter to him. It was just a gentle reminder. You tried to not make a huge deal out of it since you didn’t need to. Within the next minute, he’s okay. He had to be okay. And plus, you knew very well when he was okay and when he was not okay. You knew it faster than you knew your name. 

“Yeah, it would be nice to settle down with you, Y/N. We could have a kid or two, have a nice house somewhere away from everything-but we can’t. We just can’t.” Honestly, you felt a bit disappointed to hear Tony so negative. You exhale. “No, probably not….” You trail. 

“But at least I have you.” He looks at you with emotion in the brown hues. A slight smile morphed on your face. He kisses you. You loved it when he kissed you. He always meant it.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

V ~ Amnesia ~ Final Chapter

Disclaimer: GET THE FUCKING TISSUES LETS GO BITCH IM READY~ V’s POV ~ Admin. Taylor

I fixed my sleeve collar and gazed at my reflection. Today was the big day. Today was Jumin’s wedding.

I padded into the venue where I stood by the groom, who seemed extremely jittery.

“ What’s wrong Jumin? ” I nudged him with a bright smile possessing my lips, “ You’re getting cold feet on me? You are about to get married to the woman of your dreams. The woman you’ve been in love with for five years. ”

“ Jihyun…. but what if I’m not enough for her? I- ”

“ Jumin ” I sighed “ I know you’re special to her. You had only been dating her for a year before you proposed, yet she didn’t hesitate for a second to say yes. I could tell from the day after I visited you from recovery that she was smitten with you. ”

Jumin nodded, yet his nerves were still visible. Almost like magic, all of his worries flew away as the double doors swung open and MC emerged on to the isle. She looked absolutely stunning. Once she reached Jumin, she held onto his hands tightly.

“ We have gathered here today to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly, and today they will publicly declare their private devotion for one another. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as a lover, companion, and friend. It will take special effort to grow together, survive hardships, and to be loving and unselfish, ” the priest spoke, “ With that being said, please recite your personally prepared vows. ”

“ MC… ” Jumin began, lovingly gazing at his bride, “ Since you arrived into the messenger, I thought God had sent down an angel, just for me. You… we’re there, you looked out for me and my well being. With V traveling, I had nobody to lift me out of the dark hole that I and my company dug, then you arrived. You were the sun on my cloudy day, you kept me in check, and most of all, you repaired the shattered glass that was my heart. You taught me how to feel again. To feel emotions. Ever since we got to know one another, I felt love, happiness, and admiration. MC, I promise to be your best friend. To have your back no matter what. To allow you to fight your own battles and tap in when you need me. I’ll share the covers and let you use the hot water first. I promise to love your family as if they were my own. I promise to trust you enough to take over my cat projects. To kiss you and hold your hand with every opportunity possible. To defend you from others even if you’re wrong. Finally, I promise to put your happiness above everything. Even Elizabeth the third. ”

“ Jumin ” MC giggled. Her smile was bright and beautiful. “ From the start, I knew you were someone I should hold dear. You became my best friend, my companion, my safety blanket… ”

Jumin was so lucky to have her. Apparently I was lucky at once as well.

“ No words will ever be able to explain what you were able to do for me into a full extent. You were there when I struggled with the party. You were there when I lost V. You were there when I found out about the special security system. ”

Special security system. The bomb. I could see Luciel silently chuckle at the mention of it.

“ Jumin Han, I vow to be your best friend as much as your lover. To not question your cat projects. Most of the time. You can get out of hand at times. I vow to tag along to meals with you, your father, and his variety of girlfriends. To hold back Zen from punching you in the face, even though you deserve it sometimes ” MC smiled as everybody’s eyes turned to a smug looking Zen. “ I vow to have your back even if you’re being cold hearted. To brush it off if you spend more time with your cat than me in a day. Finally I vow to love you for who you are. To cherish every aspect of you, and to be the best wife I can be. ”

“ Very good. Jumin, please repeat after me ” the priest spoke as the ring boy ran down the isle, “ I make this oath to love you through all eternity, to hold your hand through the darkness, and to seal our vows. With this ring, I thee wed. ”

“ I make this oath to love you through all eternity ” Jumin picked up the ring.

For an unknown reason, I began to feel an intense pain in my chest.

“ To hold your hand through the darkness “he gazed directly into MC’s eyes.

My smile began to fade. Was I still in love with MC from all those years back?

”… and to seal our vows. With this ring, I thee wed. “ Jumin slipped the ring onto MCs finger.

” MC, will you marry me? “ I asked.

” Jihyun! “ she squealed, ” Oh my god! Yes! “

I could faintly see her hand with the little vision I had left, but I could see it well enough to place the exquisite ring on her delicate finger.

I remember now, but why at this moment? Why here?

” With this ring, I thee wed “

Had I been too busy with my flashback to listen to MC take her oath?

” I now pronounce thee husband and wife. You may kiss the bride “

Jumin tenderly cupped MCs cheeks and kissed her. I could feel my heart sink to the very pit of my stomach, though I kept on a smile as Jumin carried MC down the isle. Once the couple was out of my sight, I made an exit to the bathroom.

” MC are you sure about this? “I panted while her delicate fingers trail down my bare torso.

” Mmmhm “ she mumbled against my V-line and discard my boxers with a swift movement.

“ Oh my god~ “I moaned as she lowered herself onto my rock-hard member and took a hold of my hands. Lacing our fingers, I leaned up to kiss my fiance.

Tears were rushing down my cheeks as Luciel raced into the bathroom.

” There you are! They want you in for the best man speech- are you okay? “he panted.

” I remembered, Luciel. I remembered MC. I remembered the proposal. I remembered our first time. I remembered….. how much I loved her. “

” MC? “ I felt her head relax on my lap ” What do you look like? “

” What do you want me to look like? “ she giggled.

” Mmm… “ I smiled. ” A human. “

” Well I’m sorry to tell you “ she straddled my lap, her lips inches away from my ear ” I look like an alien-goldfish-cow-horse “

Her words caused giggles to emit from both of us. I reached around, cupping her face in my hands.

” I bet you’re the most stunning alien-goldfish-cow-horse “ I rubbed my nose against hers.

” V… I’m so sorry. I’ll make your speech for you and tell them that you had to take an emergency. Okay? “

I was alone after that. Alone to wallow in my broken memories.

She wasn’t mine anymore. I had lost the game of amnesia, in which Jumin was the other player.

Under the Apple Tree--ch. 1

Ship:  Outlaw Queen

Rating: T

Synopsis:  After being hit by the Olympian Crystal, Robin was transported to Seattle, unable to return to Storybrooke or any magical. When it was clear he had no way to return to his family, Robin finally decided to bury his broken heart in work–founding a landscaping business, Sherwood Forestry.  Fifteen years later, Robin receives an order from the last person he ever thought he’d see again, making him realize that hope never truly dies.

Under the Apple Tree

“What’s on the agenda for today, Mary?” Robin Locksley asked his secretary as he stepped into the small office of his landscaping business, Sherwood Forestry.

Mary flipped the page of her agenda book, looked down and nodded.  “You’ve got a delivery for 8 am.  A lady in Enchanted Estates ordered an apple tree to be planted on her front lawn.”

“Enchanted Estates?” Robin asked, idly shuffling through a stack of bills on his desk.  “I don’t believe I’ve heard of the place.”

“It’s one of those big, ritzy subdivisions in Misthaven.”

Robin sucked in a quick breath.  “Beg pardon? What is the name of the city?”

“Misthaven, Washington” Mary answered.  “Tiny little town way up north.  It’s a hop, skip and a jump to the Canadian border.  I passed through there once on my way to…”

The woman talked on, but Robin didn’t tuned out.  Misthaven.  The word dredged up memories that were never far from the surface.

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Writing Masterpost

Figured I’d do this and update it every so often if I remember to. This is gonna be a masterpost of all bits of writings I’ve done, both here and AO3, and topped with the donation link. For the stuff on here, follow the links OR check the ‘Josef writes’ tag every so often for my stuff :)


Buy me a coffee

http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/142912046643/buy-helioste-a-coffee

Writing Commissions Info

http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/145814180253/writing-commissions


AO3

It’s not all in the family
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5474429

Thief in the Night
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6424726


Tumblr Asks/Prompts

Gayperion

I’ll wait for you
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/142952174638/you-i-like-you-you-let-me-fix-this-thank-you

CEO’s Pet
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138360550708/if-youre-still-taking-prompts-maybe-some-rhack-or

Reunited at last
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138230545723/prompt-when-rhys-and-vaughn-unite-theres-a-lot

Awkward
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138093516288/rhys-walks-on-vaughn-masturbating

Bro
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/137757387018/hey-cupcake-dont-you-wanna-write-about-how-rhys

Laughter is the best medicine
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/137573269283/so-i-saw-this-open-prompt-by-negativpotato-and-i

Movie Night
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/137556367923/another-prompt-for-gayperion-or-rhys-vaughn

Stargazing
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/137481866928/and-as-soon-as-i-say-it-my-brain-spits-out

Bro-therapy
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/137430584818/still-taking-writing-prompts-had-a-rhysvaughn

Master-chef
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136688186173/and-another-prompt-the-caravan-crew-takes-turns

Snow
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136541486658/ha-you-asked-for-it-d-prompt-rhys-and-vaughn

Heat stroke
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136482555773/my-brain-is-loaded-with-these-today-so-enjoy-it

Rakk-pox
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136465110028/prompt-d-having-lived-on-helios-vaughn-and-rhys

Overboard
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136461154483/more-prompt-the-caravan-gang-ends-up-needing-to

Of Boots and Bros
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136409919203/like-another-prompt-while-rhys-and-vaughn-are

Aftermath
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/135637048443/aftermath

Desperation
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/143907264898/i-have-been-waiting-for-so-long-to-get-an-abo

Bro code
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/143494445663/hell-yea-man-why-not-xd-this-is-a-long-one-and-im

Unpredictable Outcomes
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/142528549483/word-count-662unpredictable-outcomes-rhys-hadnt

I’ll wait for you
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/142952174638/you-i-like-you-you-let-me-fix-this-thank-you

I Waited
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/146351803808/i-waited

Not safe for work, Rhys
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/142473437023/hueh-i-hope-this-is-okay-t3t-word-count-717not

You’re so cute, Rhys
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/142418564878/god-these-two-are-so-sweet-im-gonna-need-another

Adoration
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/146891032643/adoration

Play Fight
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/146850588593/play-fight


Rhack

Don’t you have anything better to do, Jack?
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138025721288/hello-i-noticed-you-were-accepting-prompts-could

Just a little too cold
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138024431868/i-live-another-prompt-rhack-cuddling-up-for

Just a little too hot
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/137968588578/another-prompt-jack-and-rhys-are-getting-hot-and

Still Handsome, Still Jack
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138030298423/how-about-rhack-where-jacks-insecure-about-his

A hero’s gotta do what a hero’s gotta do
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/139070046283/another-prompt-rhack-jack-is-out-driving-one

A Badly-Timed Wish
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/146797411683/a-badly-timed-wish

Rhysothy

‘Handsome Jack VIP Sexperience’
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136326105818/i-heard-someone-wanted-writing-prompts-d-ive

Jackothy

Me, Myself and I
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138024524703/angsty-jackothy

Very proud indeed
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138564076493/hmmm-can-you-please-do-some-more-jackothy-maybe

Every side is his best side
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/142567016448/sssssshhhhh-i-got-time-to-spare-friendo-spam-meh

Love yourself
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/142516330773/raspberry-noises-word-count-479love-yourself

Timhelm

Just be you
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138495565873/hey-friend-for-that-writing-prompt-i-was

Moxxi’s Favours
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138163774033/for-the-writing-requestprompts-sometimhelm

Voice Modulators
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/139374227858/hey-sweetheart-i-was-wondering-if-you-could

Rhys/August

Heeeey
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/138221529973/not-sure-how-youll-feel-about-this-one-but

Character-centric

Snapped
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/143754427858/o-this-is-a-cheerful-one-q-q-hope-i-managed-to-do

Recovery
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/145654927833/recovery

Trust
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/146419843143/trust


Other Tumblr Writings

Jack/Vaughn - The Other Gayperion

Tallest and Smallest
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/140218414453/tallest-and-smallest-the-other-gayperion

What even happened last night?
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/140290591133/what-even-happened-last-night-the-other

Date?
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/140461490173/date-the-other-gayperion

Happy Birthday, Vaughn
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/141137036598/happy-birthday-vaughn-the-other-gayperion

Gayperion

Jagged teeth and milky eyes - Until Dawn AU
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/140141792543/jagged-teeth-and-milky-eyes-1

Of All Things
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/145472386113/of-all-things

Jackothy

Screw the King
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136396353488/screw-the-king

Rhack

Hug-Perion
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136274638528/hug-perion

Ghost in the machine
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/137742289313/ghost-in-the-machine

Rule Hyperion
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/136185287723/rule-hyperion

Let me go
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/135579177163/let-me-go

Only silence
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/135450955278/only-silence

Rhysquez

Not Often Enough
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/145601395073/not-often-enough

Something’s Wrong

Part 1
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/140519616608/somethings-wrong-1

Part 2
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/140627382713/somethings-wrong-2

Part 3
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/141145428103/somethings-wrong-3

Character-centric

You aren’t well, Rhys
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/140704596388/you-arent-well-rhys

New Projects

HJC-012 - The Tyrant’s Clone
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/146616610348/hjc-012-the-tyrants-clone

Gift Writings

Jack Isn’t Paranoid
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/146250131438/jack-isnt-paranoid

Trust you to get ill
http://helioste.tumblr.com/post/145909992673/trust-you-to-get-ill

Rafael Barba / Not Ever

As requested by @azriealkane

Barba finding out his s/o has the same blood clotting in brain issue I do, it’s dvst if interested, and him helping them deal with all the test, pain, and meds that go with that.. I’m having a really hard time and it would be nice to have a story to replay in my head to help me relax.. Sorry if it’s not doable..

Really hope you feel better soon <333 I managed to whip this up last night, but it’s really bothering me that it’s not in the same format. 

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Seeing Is Believing (Pt. 4)

A/N: Suspense is buildinngggg!!!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Some language, implied smut if you cover your right eye and tilt your head.

Word Count: 1.5k

Seeing Is Believing MASTERLIST

Originally posted by spn-spam


Dean got off the highway and drove around, looking for a motel. When you tried to stretch out in your seat, you noticed an envelope on the floor board. It had your mother’s name on it. It must’ve fell out of the book when you dropped it.

You turned the envelope over and took out what was inside, it had already been opened. You unfolded the piece of paper to find a letter written to your mother. Dated in 1990, just eight months before you were born.

As Dean looked the car in park, he turned in his seat to look at you, a look of pain and confusion on your face.

It was unclear who the letter was from, but it was clear that, whoever wrote it, did not want you to be born.


“Y/N? You okay?” Dean asked you.

“I…” you trailed off, “yeah, just something my mom wrote. It’s nothing.”

Maybe lying was the best way. You shoved the letter in your back pocket. Most of the letter was worn away, but you understood enough to see why your mother kept you hidden. Whoever had written the letter had wanted you dead, and they must’ve been finally catching up with you.

“You guys, I think I’m just gonna get my own room tonight.” you said as you all got out of the car. You pulled some cash from your wallet and quickly walked to the front office of the hotel. It was really hot out today, so you just wanted to get inside.

Sam and Dean stayed behind, you could tell they were concerned about you. The woman behind the desk gave you a strange look, she must have saw you get out of the impala with Sam and Dean. You ended up paying for both rooms yourself, it was the least you felt that you could do for the boys for trying to protect you.

Sam and Dean met you outside and you handed them their room key. You didn’t say much as you moved passed them to grab your bag and make your way into your room.

Once inside, you kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag. You sat down on the foot of the bed and pulled out the letter. It was addressed to L. For Lorraine, your mother. Rubbing your forehead, you tried to put the pieces together, you tried to read the worn away letters.

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What makes you think writing smut for minor idols are okay? Think again, the kids (esp NCT DREAM) acted normal this whole time, like some regular kids in your middle school. So excited for games and foods, playing around and snoring. Dancing cutely, acting cutely. How the hell you guys had a sexual thought about them? Do they grind on the stage? Hip-thrust? No. Show me what ‘thing’ that makes you want to write smut for them, I need the receipt. Other units might have something they do that makes you turn on lol. At least in other units, most of them are legal. But NCT Dream is not legal yet.

Imagine you have a younger brother and you’re a protective sister. If your younger brother become popular and his fans sexualizing him, would you mad at them? Would you say “my brother didn’t born to get sexualize by strangers.”? Oh maybe you will say, “I don’t have younger brother. Sheesh.” I also don’t have a younger brother? I’m the youngest one. But I know it’s really uncomfortable for someone who’s older than them watch people sexualizing this kid like “what the hell man yall nasty. you don’t have enough legal oppar dicks yet? smh”.

just stop yourself and be mature. if you’re matured enough, you know this is wrong.

EDIT: Well I’m sorry if you see this on the tags you are in right now. Report without telling people won’t do anything. That’s why people spreading this. Even we did this, they still write them. But if we didn’t warn then, they will keep doing this. Do you really want those ‘nct scenario’ and ‘nct smut’ tags full with underage smuts only? Think again. There’s a reason why people rant about this in these tags. Instead of complaining that these posts are annoying, how about yall help report those nasty accounts?
Your 18th Birthday

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, John

Word Count: 1,480

Warnings: this is honestly fluff

Author’s Note: In this, the reader is 18 years old and Dean is 17 years old and Sam is 14 years old. If you ever have any ideas that you would want to see before the first episode, don’t be shy. I love writing about the series and making the reader’s character stronger.

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by holyfires

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Awkward Moments (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine being in love with Howard Stark back in the 40s…Only to meet his son nearly a century later. What will Tony think of you?

Word Count: 1230

Warning: A few layers of angst later on

Note: I thought of this as I watched Captain America: First Avenger, I loved Howard’s humor and his wit. So I was inspired. It also prompted me to binge watch Agent Carter from start to finish. I realize this is sort of…out of my usual scope, but inspiration struck so I went with it! I hope you like it!

These chapters will be rather short.

Shout out to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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“Hand me that tester,” Howard gently commanded to you.

You immediately handed it to your boss. He attached the two clamps onto pieces on the motherboard then turned to you.

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Dirty Little Cheats (Winjimstiel)

AO3 Link: Here
Written for: @spnabobingo , @kinktober2017 , @thebunkerofletters inktober challenge
Prompt(s) Filled(Kink|Ink|ABO): cuckolding | firefighter | WInjimstiel
Ship: Winjimstiel (Sam/Dean/Jimmy/Cas), implied Jimmy/Benny, Cas/Jimmy, Sam/Dean, Cas/Dean
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: smut, consensual cuckolding, humiliation kink, dirty talk, watersports, a/b/o, alpha!dean, alpha!sam, omega!cas, omega!jimmy, top!sam, bottom!dean, implied switch!dean, bottom!jimmy, top!cas, implied switch!cas, implied top!benny, barebacking, knotting, namecalling
Summary: Jimmy is a slut, but Dean doesn’t mind.
Word Count: 828

Cheating is wrong. Unless you’re Dean Winchester. Then it’s the best fucking thing that happened since personal pies were created.

So when Dean walked into his bedroom to find his baby brother knotting his husband’s swollen, slick asshole – it was a pretty fine ending to an otherwise shitty day.

“How’s his hole?” Dean asked, stripping out of his clothes. He could still smell the ash and soot from the fire he’d just worked on putting out. It was at a public library, and a good section was destroyed, but no one had been hurt. He’d wanted to come home, shower, and unwind – and maybe have Jimmy rub some aloe on his heat burned shoulders. But this? This worked too.

“Sloppy as hell – did you fucking flood him or something before you left, man?”

“He’s my omega,” Dean argued. “But no.”

“Cas—“ Jimmy panted, his cock still twitching as it spilled onto the bed between his knees. “Cas did.”

“Cas, huh?” Dean asked, settling into the chair near the bed, nude. “I say we give Cas a call. See if he wants to come over and help clean up his mess.”

“Lying,” Sam scolded, slapping Jimmy’s ass.

“Why do you think that?”

Sam smirked. “Cause I’ve fucked those twins after they’ve fucked each other. Cas doesn’t come enough to do this. He’s full, Dean. Come look.”

Dean rose and walked over. Sam pulled his cock free, Jimmy whimpering when the deflating knot slipped out. A rush of come, slick, and everything else rushed out of Jimmy’s hole, leaving him gaping and swollen.

“Who’s is this?” Dean asked firmly.

Jimmy smirked. He pushed, squirting another stream of fluid out of his ass.

“Doesn’t matter. You know I only slut around because my husband’s tiny cock doesn’t make me feel good. An omega feels better than you. Lick it up.”

Dean’s cock throbbed. “Yes, sir.” He leaned down, beginning to lap the mess from the bed. He could smell Sam and Cas, as well as their Alpha friend Benny, and the acrid taste of piss.

Jimmy continued to push out the mess from his activities, adding to what Dean needed to clean.

Behind him the snap of a lube cap caught his attention. Sam’s thick fingers prodded his hole, making him whimper.

“Bitch Alpha—“ Jimmy taunted as Sam stretched Dean just enough to fit three fingers. He withdrew them, replacing them with his cock without any warning.

Jimmy turned, his cock thickening against his thigh as he watched Dean writhe on Sam’s cock, his own dripping freely onto the floor.

“Honestly, Dean— you should’ve been born an omega. Look so pretty with a cock up your ass,” Sam teased.

Dean shouted brokenly, his cheeks burning with shame as Sam fucked him open.

“Open up,” Jimmy growled. When Dean obeyed, he forced his semi-hard cock in. Piss flooded Dean’s mouth, gagging him. He spluttered, dribbling piss and spit onto the bed. Jimmy kept his hand on Dean’s head, forcing him to swallow or choke on the steady stream.

“Knock knock,” Cas called, entering the bedroom just as Jimmy’s stream dried up.

“Hey, Cas. Need a bathroom? Or just an ass?” Jimmy teased, slapping Dean’s soaked cheek.

Sam was still pounding into him, his thrust erratic. “Jimmy? Want me to hang him off my knot?” He asked. Dean’s head was hung, tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Oh yeah. His cock is worthless, he might as well be a warm socket for a real Alpha’s knot.”

Sam huffed and grabbed Dean’s hips. Dean tried to relax for what he knew was coming, but it was too fast.

Sam slammed all the way in, his knot forced past Dean’s resisting hole. They locked together and Sam’s cock jumped, filling Dean’s hole despite his struggling.

Dean screamed. His knot swelled as he came untouched, messing the bed under him. Cas took advantage of the open mouth and pushed in, holding Dean’s head as he let the contents of his bladder flood Dean’s mouth and convulsing throat.

Dean’s body sagged between Cas and Sam. He struggled to keep his eyes open even as Cas pulled out, sliding into Jimmy’s ass. They fucked in front of Dean, Jimmy not bothering to stifle his moans of pleasure. Those were the last things Dean heard before he drifted to sleep.

When Dean came to, he was tucked warm into bed, the smell of stew and potatoes filling the air. He could hear the twins laughing, Sam’s voice cutting in with a question about beer.

Dean rose slowly, his ass sore as he padded to the kitchen in boxers.

“Hey sleepyhead,” Jimmy said when he noticed. He pecked Dean’s mouth. “Hope you’re hungry.”

“Always.”

“Was it good for you today, Dean?” Sam asked, opening beers.

“Perfect Sammy. Thanks.” He took one and took a drink, smiling a little at his family. They were certainly not the most traditional unit in town - but it worked for them, and that was what mattered.


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