you put all your weight into that punch

Every Other Weekend pt. 6

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language, a punch is thrown

A/N: the demand was so high, i thought i’d treat you all to another part! this part is a rollercoaster of emotions so !!!! (:

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Originally posted by heatherpotter

“You’ve come to a custody agreement on your own?” The judge put on her glasses as she looked over the mountain of paperwork in front of her.

“Yes your honor.” You and Bucky both nodded as you waited for her words.

“It all looks good to me.” She looked at the both of you over the top of her bifocals. “And your property?”

“We divided it without dispute.” You were trying to remain calm as your whole life was being split down the middle in a stuffy courtroom. It didn’t seem fair. You got the house and your car and a guarantee of child support every month. But none of that would replace the feeling of losing your husband.

“That’s true, Mr. Barnes?” She turned her gaze to Bucky.

“That’s true.” He nodded, his hands folded in front of his body.

“Then I see no need to delay. Let’s move on through all of this and we’ll grant the divorce.” Your heart sank with her words. So this was it.

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I’ll Come Back  (Leonard Snart x Reader)

Originally posted by eaion

Leonard Snart was dead. He had been dead for months and would logically carry on being dead for the rest of time. It took you a long while to allow yourself to accept his sacrifice and death. You closed yourself off from the rest of the team,  not even opening up to the goddamn artifical intelligence. 

 With the help of Stein, you were scientifically proven not crazy, however your constant nightmares and lonesome conversations with yourself proved you somewhat wrong. However, depression was on the (short) list of things that were wrong with you. 

 You realised that something was truly wrong during a mission one day. The idea was to break into one place, retrieve one person and get out without one suspecting glance. 

However, you were unfocused throughout the entire mission, fists balled too tight and jaw locked harshly. All of a sudden, you clicked. You went absolutely nuts- beat up the first person you saw. That person happened to be a police officer. You beat him to a pulp and landed yourself in a prison cell for two weeks in the 19th century. Mick broke you out. Apparently that wasn’t his first prison break.

 You stayed in that sorry state for months until Mick Rory finally, and uncharacteristically, shined a light into your darkness, pulling you out of the cold state.

 Grieving for a second time seemed harder than the first. Especially when you heard that Mick was seeing hallucinations of Leonard, you turned green with envy. Even with death in the way, it was still bringing them close.

 You craved him. Craved how his quiet drawl in your ear sent shivers dancing down your spine, how his stare made your knees week and how you melted beneath his feathery touch. You craved the element of communication that you needed to keep your sanity. 

 You had to prepare yourself for whatever ludacris situation situation that could occur surrounding your deceased (ex) boyfriend. For all you know, he could roam back onto the Waverider and take over your heart once more. And you prepared by using the only method you knew how, fighting. Fought against The Legion, fought against the punching bag, fought against your own grievance. 

 You were finally coping. Months and months after his death and you finally relaxed. A sudden weight was finally lifted off of your fatigued, aching shoulders and after a long period of darkness, you were content. 

 The team were in the midst of The Great War, locating the solution to put an end to the ever powerful Spear of Destiny. The word powerful is not used lightly, by the way. It had the ability to alter reality. It could give you whatever you desired most. It was calling you in, sparking your curiosity. 

 Quietly, the spear promised to be loyal to you and only you- not that you would allow anyone else to benefit from it anyway. Most importantly, it promised to bring back Leonard - And you needed that. More than anything. You needed the comfort and warmth of Leonard. 

 So, when he found you in the middle of a battlefield of a seized war, your brain became completely scrambled. You froze. Right there on the spot. And when you did think to move, you dropped your weapons, shuffled closer to him and stumbled over words to say. It was him. He was there and it was real.

 "Lenny…“ You murmured through a deep and shaky breath. 

 "Don’t worry, doll. M’ not gonna hurt you.” Leonard reached a hand out towards you, his palm upwards, inviting. Behind him, Damien Darhk was grinning at you. “I just want my best girl back." 

 You took another step forward, eyes locked with Leonard’s. Nate and Amaya looked confused, the latter of the pair attempting to reason with you. They didnt know about your relationship with Snart- you never opened up for them to discover. But Sara knew better than to help her. 

 ”(Y/N), you don’t have to do this,“ Amaya said gently, a frown apparent on her face.

“Amaya’s right, this isn’t you,” Nate softly added, more confused than anything.

 Sara didn’t even blink, "No,” she said, somewhat sadly, “Let her go." 

Mick let out a grunt, losing both of his partners to the legion. He didn’t attempt to stop you from leaving, either.

 Your fingertips grazed over the edge of his, sparks bouncing and colliding off of the touch. When he fully clasped your hand, god, you almost passed out. It felt so good to have him back in your reach. Leonard pulled you closer to him, your forehead pressed against his as the rest of the surrounding people seemed to fade away. 

“You came back for me..” You whispered.

 He just hummed slightly, gripping at your hips and smirking at your excitement. “I told you that I would." 

 Leonard raised his gun to Mick’s head, hitting him abruptly with it and knocking him out. Your lower lip quivered, you knew what was coming. Quickly following Leonard up the ramp to the oculus.

 “Get him out of here!” He ordered, desperately, glancing back at you with forced strength.

“No!” You shouted weakly, struggling to find words to say, “please don’t do it.”

“You’re not a hero, remember?” You begun, stepping closer until your bodies were inches apart. “Don’t help with the sacrifice. That’s something a hero would do. You have a reputation to keep up..”

“(Y/N)!” He forced out, a low growl accompanying his words.

“Leonard,” You responded, with less power. Tears danced on your cheeks, creating a perfect routine with each new drop. He shook his head.

You sighed, not removing your eyes from him. Reaching up onto your tiptoes, you pushed your lips onto his for the final time ever. Salty tears ran against your lips, and your hand gripped the back of his neck. 

“I’ll come back for you.” He reassured, thumb grazing over your cheek to wipe away the tear.

“Do you promise?” Your hand fell as your gaze briefly turned to Leonard’s unconscious partner.

“Just do it.”

"Okay, as adorable as this is,” Darhk spoke, breaking the moment, “i feel a bit sick. We have a job to do and we’re not leaving till’ we do it." 

 You looked at Leonard and back at your team. Were you really willing to risk losing your friends to pursue a life of evil with your boyfriend? You ran your finger over the cold metal of Leonard’s gun, a smirk pushing onto your face when you realised that, yeah, you were willing to do anything for another moment with him.

“Hand over the spear or we kill you,” Darhk ordered the team, raising his gun in their direction. “Sorry Captain, but you’ve reached the end of your quest.”

“You’re right,” Sara nodded, “I’m gonna end this now. Mick, give me the spear.” 

Mick pulled it out of her reach, a deep frown on his lips.

“What are you doing?” Asked Amaya, who was still dressed in her nurses uniform.

Nate furrowed his brows, turning to Mick as he spoke, “Hey man, we’re your friends.” 

“I don’t have friends.”

“But he does have Partners!” Leonard insisted from beside you, keeping his Hand on your hip.

 The team looked between you and Mick worriedly, wondering what the next move would be.

“So what d’you say, Partner?” You added, tilting your head in a faux innocence.

“Mick,” Amaya spoke once more, “You’re better than this.”

“No, actually you’re not,” Leonard decided, lowering his gun to his side and glaring at the Legends.

“They may pretend to believe in you as long as they can use you but they’ll just as soon let you die, same as they did Leonard,” You took a step towards him.

“He’s messing with your head, guys,” Nate added, addressing you and Mick.

You could see Mick torn between the two teams. You could see him contemplating leaving the Legends to join you and Leonard. You knew him.

“Ever since i’ve been on that ship, you people have been trying to change me,” Mick said, mentally drifting towards your team.

Sara frowned, stepping up behind him. “That’s not true, Mick.” 

“Guess what, there are things about me I wanna change, too,” Mick finished, stepping up the Hill to join the trio of you.

Leonards hand squeezed your hip, and you finally relaxed. You were home.


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Angst, a lil’ fluff, swearing,

A/N: I always love angst and I had such fun writing this. Sorry this took a few weeks!

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Dating Bucky Barnes didn’t come easy. Waking up at 3am to his screams of horror at his nightmare memories, his brooding quietness that drove you insane, the alcoholism that reared it’s ugly head from time to time, him not understanding that he wasn’t The Winter Soldier that Hydra made. These challenges were hard on your relationship, but you loved Bucky nonetheless. 

But there was just one thing that you couldn’t stand. The moment Bucky told you that Natasha and him had a past, you knew it was something you wouldn’t be able to get past. Not that you let Bucky know that; you made sure that any time you saw the two of them talking or training, you didn’t show the fiery jealously that burned through your veins. But you were trying, every time you saw the two of them together you try to reassure yourself that Bucky was in a relationship with you, not her.

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anonymous asked:

If your still taking requests, could you write headcanons on how each member of the RFA would react to a chubby/big boned mc? (Just a bigger built person, maybe even a little tummy fat c:)

Author’s note: I know these are a little on the short side, but that’s because ALL of the RFA members would love you no matter what you looked like. YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!




  • as long as you’re healthy
  • and you love yourself AT LEAST half as much as he loves you
  • he wouldn’t care at all


  • Jaehee has always been super self conscious of her figure being one of the only girl in the RFA 
  • so when you ask if she minds your big boned-ness
  • perfect


  • being totally honest
  • Jumin wouldn’t even notice
  • you think you’re fat?? does not compute in trust fund kid’s brain ??
  • all he knows is that he loves you for you



If any of them ever heard someone talking mess about your weight YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS THAT PERSON WILL GET PUNCHED yes that includes Yoosung and Baehee THEY WILL NOT PUT UP WITH THAT SHIT

Rescued pt. 10

Summary:  After Bucky comes to your aid in a moment of panic you extend an invitation to family dinner. Neither of you could have foreseen how this small act of kindness would alter you, and your life, forever.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Alcoholism, 
Word Count: 2565

Author’s Note: Guys. This took for fucking ever to write. I’m not sure what happened to me but I hope I’m back and that I’ll be pumping the chapters out faster now. Also, I sincerely apologize if I missed any errors, my keyboard has been adding phantom letters and spaces while I’m typing and I only proof-read this once.


Your mom and dad had tried to console you, Karen had flat out told you that you were being dumb if you thought that any of this was your fault, and Jordan mumbled something about needing to do background checks. The one person who you could always count of to bring light to a situation and make you laugh was being uncharacteristically quiet.

Before you could ask Mikey how he was doing, your name was being called. Looking toward the door you spotted Bucky, leaning heavily on the doorjamb but looking a lot more alive than the last time you saw him.

“Bucky,” you breathed, heart leaping into your throat at the sight of him on his feet, “How are you fee- MIKEY, NO!”

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

It had been five days since the fight between Michael and Bucky. Five days since Bucky has been avoiding you, feeling like he was the cause of everything that had gone wrong in your life lately. His guilt, along with his healing injuries, saw him hiding in the medical ward and refusing any visitors.

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Don’t Look Down

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Dean, Sam, the Reader 
Warnings: light swearing, a ton of fluff 
Word Count: 1624
Summary: the Reader, Sam and Dean are working a case in Arizona. The Reader and Sam decide to take a vacation day (or night) and check out the Grand Canyon. 
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What it is like to be a type 1 diabetic.

I’m often asked about my type 1 diabetes. People see my insulin pump or spot me checking my blood sugar at meal times, and they naturally have questions. They ask me what it is like to have diabetes, and I answer in facts. I tell them that I check my blood sugar 5 times a day with a prick on my finger. I tell that I give myself insulin from my pump which is always connected to me. I tell them that I have been doing these things since I was eight, and they keep me alive. Then, I smile, and I reassure them that I am ok. We move onto another topic, and type one diabetes becomes invisible again. Here is the thing I didn’t tell them though. I didn’t tell them what it is really like to live as a type one diabetic.

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Dirty Laundry: Part 5

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Swearing, fluff (yay finally), drunk!Bucky, angst

A/N: Final part of Dirty Laundry! I only ever intended this to be a oneshot, and here I am 5 parts later, haha, so glad everyone’s enjoyed it. I hope you’re satisfied with this ending! I’ve got loads more fic ideas (hope you all like those too, when they get written/finished!), but I’d be keen to give requests a crack, so if you’ve got any, feel free to send them through!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

After more than an hour of listening to Dean Spector talk about the stock market and other business mumbo jumbo that you had no interest in, you were desperately looking for any reason to excuse yourself and escape. You glance towards the bar and spot Bucky staring at you, a frown etched on his face. You smile and wave at him, but his expression doesn’t change; he just finishes the drink in his hand. You know you’re supposed to be waiting for him to come to you, but you really want to get away from this boring suit next to you.

Pushing Dean’s hand off your thigh for the 50th time, you fake a smile and stand, “I’m going to get myself another drink,” you lie, “it was nice to meet you,”

“Oh, I’ll come get one with you,” Dean clearly hadn’t gotten the hint. He stands and snakes an arm around your waist. You try to push him away but it only causes him to tighten his grip on you, “where you trying to run off to, Princess?” his voice is dark and sinister. You nervously laugh and try once more to wiggle free, but Dean’s fingers dig into your side, causing a sting of pain from how hard he’s gripping you. You glance at him, expecting to see a joking expression on his clean-shaven face. But his eyes are dark and there is no hint of humour in his expression.

“Hey! Back off buddy!” Bucky suddenly appears in front of you and Dean. You breathe a sigh on relief. Surely the sight of the Winter Solider will make this creep back off,

“Who the fuck are you?!” Dean spits angrily at Bucky, his hand still painfully digging into your side. You notice Bucky’s metal fist tense. Before a fight can break out, you finally speak up,

“Let go of me.” all politeness now gone from your voice, “I won’t ask again,” Dean chuckles, not noticing the serious look you’re shooting him,

“Don’t be like that, Princess. I’m just having some-” you cut Dean off, with a swift punch to his smug face. His hand immediately lets go of your waist and he stumbles backwards,

“I’m not your Princess,” you spit at him. You hear laughter from all around. Your confrontation had drawn a crowd. Bucky is chuckling and grins at you,

“That was amazing,” he says as he sways and loses his balance. You grunt as you catch him and try to steady him,

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t h y s í a - [#2]

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: Shin Ho Seok x Reader

Rating: NC-17 (violence, words)

Genre: Action / Crime / Thriller / Romance

Status: On Going

Part: #1 - #2 - #3 - #4 - …




Origin: Ancient Greek

Meaning: An act of slaughtering an animal or person or surrendering a possession as an offering to God or to a divine or supernatural figure.

“Hey, wake up, babe.” A soft voice gently touched you to wake up from your deep sleep. The voice was too familiar for you that made you open your eyes in just a second.

“Minhyuk?” You asked, quickly sat up from bed. “You’re… Alive?” Your palms automatically feeling his cheeks, his warm pale skins, making sure it’s really your boyfriend.

“I am alive, (y/n). It’s really me.” Lips curved on his face as he put down your hands and hold it gently. Tears started rolling down your cheeks, relieved that your dearest boyfriend was sitting on your bedside. “But, now, we have to go.”

“Go?” You asked. His smile dissapeared, eyes looking serious.

“We need to go, now, (y/n).” He repeated. You looked blank. Not understanding what he meant.

“(Y/n), wake up! We need to go!”

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  • Sirius: Would someone tell me what the hell happened? Why is Hermione here punching random blondes?
  • Harry: That was Draco.
  • Sirius: Who’s Draco?
  • Ron: Draco Malfoy sir.
  • Sirius: Lucius' Son?
  • Harry: That's the one.
  • Sirius: Did you put your weight behind it?
  • Hermione: Yes sir.
  • Siruis: Well, all right then.
Sparky Part 2 (Uncle!Clint Barton x Reader, Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Requested by: @mp938368 and @jumperswellies

Word Count: 1, 932

Warnings: Slight Swearing

A/N: People have requested a part 2 for Sparky, so here it is! This is my longest imagine yet (I feel like I am saying that with every imagine I write, oh well) but I hope you enjoy it! FYI, “printesa” means “princess.” I have included a link to Sparky Part 1 for those who have not yet read it, so enjoy!

Originally posted by harleyicons

Sparky Part 1

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep

Groaning, you turn over in your sleep, wishing your alarm would shut off. Reaching out an arm, you press down onto the snooze button.


Sitting up straight now, you look over at your fried alarm clock, which now has smoke coming out of it. Dammit, you thought, that’s the third one this week. Moving out of your bed, you unplug your now dead alarm clock. I really need to get this under control, you think to yourself as you grab the ruined remains. See, you were an enhanced that can produce an electrical current all over your body. You were doing so well with getting it under control, and you would only zap your teammates on accident, like, twice a week. At least when you zapped them it was a low voltage, not causing too much damage. It was only when you wake up when you can’t control your powers all that well since you were still groggy.

Walking around your room, you start to pull out your articles of clothing for today. Since you had training later on in the day, you pulled out a pair of workout pants with the matching shirt.  Getting changed quickly, you begin to make your way down the familiar hallway towards the kitchen, where the soft rumble of your teammates can be heard. Walking in, you were greeted with many tired voices, all grumbling over their cup of coffee and complaining that it was too early.

“Morning, Sparky,” Tony calls out, handing you a cup of coffee. Grateful, you take the cup and walk over to the breakfast table, taking a seat between Pietro and your uncle, Clint.

“Morning, (Y/N),” Your uncle says to you, looking up over his cup of coffee. You smile at him, silently saying your greeting.

“Morning, Printesa,” You hear Pietro whisper in your ear. Giving him a playful glare, you turn back to your coffee. It has been two months since you have arrived at the facility and everyone has been extremely welcoming, especially Pietro. He would flirt with you constantly, much to your uncle’s disgust, always trying to win a date with you. You turned him down time and time again, but this only seemed to increase the flirting.

“So, busy day, everyone,” Steve starts, watching as all eyes turn onto him. “We have some training we have to do today, but we will all be taking turns through out the day in blocks. First block: me, Sam, Wanda, Scott, and Bucky. Second block: Tony, Rhodey, Vision, and Thor. Third block: Clint, Natasha, (Y/N), and Pietro. Bruce, if you could float in and out of all three training sessions and monitor their health, that would be great. Everyone understand?”

All around the table people nod, groaning just a bit at the training that needs to be done. You don’t mind training, though. You were always paired up with your uncle, which was nice seeing as you don’t get to spend too much time with him between missions. The only downside of this training session is that your uncle and Pietro will be in the same room. They almost hardly never get anything done as they always bicker. You were pulled out of your thoughts as Tony speaks up.

“Sounds great, Capsicle,” Tony starts, earning a glare from Steve. “Before we all go our separate ways, does anyone need to request something for their room?” Everyone was shaking their head no, except for you. You sheepishly raise your hand, to which Tony calls on you.

“I, um, kinda fried my alarm clock again,” You mutter out, receiving chuckles from everyone. The ‘frying the alarm clock every morning’ thing has become a running joke among the Avengers. Some even insist that it is a great war between you and alarm clocks since you fry every single one eventually. 

“Ugh, fine, Sparky,” Tony groans. “Except I’m going to make you one. It will be great because it will be covered in rubber.” Earning some more laughs from everyone around the table, you smile sheepishly.

“She’ll find a way to fry that one as well, Tony,” Nat says with a smirk, causing more laughs.

Steve, rolling his eyes but still smiling, stands up from the table. “Alright, everyone, lets get today started.” And with that, everyone left.

“(Y/N), try to pin me down, okay?” Clint says, going into a fighting stance. Huffing out, you too move into a fighting stance. Nodding at each other, you both start fighting. Dodging his kick expertly, you land a solid punch to his side. “Nice one. But you’re holding back. C’mon, you can do it.” 

Eyebrows furrowed, you two continue your dance around the mat. You, luckily, managed to kick out your uncle’s feet from under him causing him to fall onto the mat. Before you could even pin him down, he was back up. But before the two of you could continue, you hear Nat call out.

“Okay, time out,” She yells, causing the two of you to stop. “(Y/N), you are’t putting all your effort in. You’re pulling your punches. I know he’s your uncle and all, but we need to give you some real fighting experience. So, lets test you on something a bit trickier, shall we?” And with a devious grin, she motions over at Pietro who was across the room lifting weights, telling him to come here. Pietro notices and speeds over, smiling.

“No, absolutely not.” Your uncle says, putting his foot down as he sees Pietro smiling at you. Pietro just ignores him as Nat rolls her eyes.

“Just one fight, okay, Clint?” She reasons, earning a huff from your uncle.

“Is it my turn?” He asks, smiling at you. You start to feel the familiar heat course through your body at the thought of sparring with him, but you ignore it. Nat nods, causing his smile to grow wider.  

“Now, since you are both enhanced, you both get to use your abilities, alight? Just, (Y/N), turn down the voltage, alright?” Nat asks, to which you nod. Walking onto the mat once more, you drop down into a fighting stance looking at Pietro. Pietro does the same, but he just keeps smiling. “Ready? Okay, go!”

And with that, the fight starts. Before you could even move, Pietro speeds over next to you, gently pushing on you, causing you to stumble over. Running back to you, he flashes his smile once more. “What, you didn’t see that coming?”

Groaning at his terrible one-liner, you show the palms of your hands to him. “I did, actually, a mile away. Now, wanna make it even?” You ask as an arc of electricity dances across your hands. Smile dropping, you see Pietro lift up his right heel, his tell-tale sign of him about to run. Prepared this time for when he speeds towards you, you drop low to the ground and swing out your leg, tripping him. Just as he falls to the ground, you grab onto his exposed ankle and surge through a little volt of electricity. Seeing him lightly tense up from the electricity, you jump on him, pinning him to the ground.

“Ha! I win!” You shout, now straddling him. Pinning his arms to the ground, you let out a low and constant flow of electricity, causing him to feel numbness in his arms. Eyes wide, his eyes look around the room seeing Clint and Nat applauding. Looking back at you, he sees you smiling so wide, looking at him while still straddling him. Looking into your eyes, Pietro feels extremely happy in this moment, having the girl he loves smiling brightly at him while straddling him. Before he could say anything, he feels your weight leave him, and he frowns a bit at the loss of contact. Looking back up, he sees you still smiling down at him, this time offering him a hand up. Gladly taking it, you pull him back up to his feet just as he feels a little spark on his hand. Looking down at it, he doesn’t see any electricity between the two of your hands. 

Smirking, realizing that it was real, Pietro looked back at you. “Sparks fly, no?” Seeing his smirk, you roll your eyes at him, pulling your hand back.

“You wish, Speedy,” You say, feeling the heat begin to creep up your neck. Okay, you might like him just a teeny tiny bit (okay, a lot), but you weren’t going to admit that.

“That was amazing!” Clint calls out, approaching the two of you. Clapping his hand on your back, he smiles at you. “Well done! Well, I think that’s enough training for today, yeah?” Everyone, nodding tiredly, started to make their way back to their separate rooms.

Later on that night, after you took your shower and ate dinner, you sat on your bed enjoying the movie that is now playing on your screen. Sighing happily to yourself, you think about how well that training session went, with you pinning down Pietro. As you went over the events in your mind, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar heat once more at the thought of how Pietro looked at you when you won. And even when you pulled him up, you did feel that spark too. You knew that you didn’t create that spark of electricity between the two of you, so you knew it had to be real. You are pulled out of your thoughts when you hear a knocking at the door. Walking over to your door, you open it up to reveal a very nervous Pietro.

“Sorry for bothering you, Printesa, but, um, can I come in?” He asks, wringing his hands. Nodding, you open your door wider for Pietro to walk through. Sitting on your bed, you turn towards him.

“What’s up?” You ask, looking over at him. 

“Nothing, it’s just, can I ask you a question?” He asks, not meeting your eyes. Eyes furrowing just a bit, you nod. Letting out a shaky breath, he continues. “That spark today, when you pulled me up, you didn’t create it, did you? It was real?”

As he looks into your eyes, you feel that warmth run through your body once more. Nodding shyly, you see his signature smile grace his lips.

“So it was real, then,” He says with a slight smirk, scooting closer to you. “Don’t deny it, Printesa. You like me. How else would that spark have happened?”

Feeling the heat increase, you try to avoid his eyes. “Um, static electricity?” You lie. Grinning even wider, he scoots even closer to you.

“We all know that your powers cancel out static electricity, Printesa,” He whispers, face dangerously close to yours. “Now, may I finally kiss you?”

Eyes wide, you find yourself slowly nodding as he leans in towards you.

“Just don’t zap me, okay?” He asks, and you nod once more, leaning closer in. Just as your lips connect, you feel a small spark that is followed by a flood of warmth throughout your body that you have never experienced before. Smiling into the kiss, you feel Pietro tug you closer to him, also smiling. When you finally pull back, you both rest your foreheads against each other, smiling.

Gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, Pietro chuckles a bit. “I thought you said you weren’t going to zap me, Printesa?” He asks, still chuckling. 

“I didn’t zap you,” You breathe out, chuckling. “Sparks really did fly between us.”

“I guess they did,” He says, leaning in once more.

IronHawk (Part Fourteen)

Fury is an asshole (but we knew that) and Logan and Clint fight (in the should be violent but is kind of sexy way)

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“Another day, another mission, hm Agent Barton?”

Hawkeye didn’t even flinch when he rounded the corner to be mess hall and found Director Fury waiting for him. His wings spread a little farther however, and Fury caught the aggressive motion. “You know, If I didn’t know better I’d think you didn’t like me.”

“He doesn’t.” Logan rounded the same corner just a few seconds behind Clint, brushing past the Director as he made his way to the counter for breakfast.

“Your roommate leaves quite a bit to be desired.” Fury squinted his one eye disapprovingly at Logan’s broad back.

“What do you want, Fury?”

“Now, is that any way to speak to a man who only has your best interest in mind?”

Clint rolled his eyes, and started moving again, Fury falling into step beside him as he moved through the buffet style breakfast spread.

“I have been talking to Agent Coulson, and we feel like it’s time for you to rejoin the Avengers. They have attracted the attention of a few local vigilante-types, and it would be better for all of us if the entire team was there to make decisions regarding the newcomers.”

Logan looked up from where he was shoveling pancakes into his mouth, and Clint met his eyes uneasily.

“Is that so?” Setting his own tray of waffles, pancakes, cereal, bacon and sausage down at the table, Clint dropped into the seat across from his friend, leaving Fury standing.

“Yes.” The director replied shortly, watching the two men with an thoughtful expression. “In fact, I could even see to making sure your roommate is welcome at the tower as well. Since the two of you seem to get along so well. Coulson says the two of you are basically inseparable.”

If Fury expected Logan to get angry at the insinuation in his tone, he was disappointed. The mutant simply downed his cup of coffee, reached across to spear a waffle from Clint’s plate, and kept right on eating.

“I’ll think about it.” Clint muttered around a mouthful of food. “Logan, if you take food off my plate again I’ll put an arrow through your hand I swear to god.”

“It’s not really up for discussion, Hawkeye.” Fury said impatiently. “You will be removed from assignment on SHIELD and—”

“Try and stab me, Wing Boy. Do it.” Logan’s low voice interrupted, and Fury watched with a degree of fascinated horror as three silver blades close to a foot long each slid through the hand casually resting on the table. Clint just laughed and tossed a napkin at the other man before finally turning back to Fury.

“Look, I know I don’t actually have much say in where you send me. But if it’s all the same to you, trust me when I say keeping me from the Avengers tower will keep the peace a lot longer. I am sure you with your all seeing eye are aware of everything that’s happened, and taking me back would just… nobody wants to see that okay? It’s better this way.”

“I will take your feelings on the matter into consideration.” Fury couldn’t take his eye off Logan, who was staring right back at him, with an amused smirk, as the blades disappeared back into his knuckles. “Does that… hurt?” He couldn’t help asking and Clint chuckled.

“Apparently it hurts every fucking time. Or at least every time I ask him.”

“Noted.” The director said blandly, and turned on his heel to go.

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Attention Grabbing - Superboy x Reader

Requested by Anon -  a superboy x reader where the reader has the ability to change pheromones and she accidentally makes all the other members of the team become attracted to her even though she’s dating Conner

It was an average day for the team. Everyone had gathered in the training room to do individual training. Conner, your boyfriend, was in the far corner, lifting weights with Kaldur and Wally. M’gann was on the mats, practicing her cheers. Artemis was with Robin by the punching bags. You glanced around the room, blowing Conner a kiss when you met his eye before deciding to run on one of the treadmills. 

Putting in your earbuds, you started the treadmill at a easy pace to warm up. As music blasted into your ears, you glanced over to see a shirtless Conner. He was lifting the heaviest weight with ease. You sighed, loving the way his muscles flexed with each lift. 

You were so distracted by Conner’s muscles, you forgot to watch your footing. Tripping, you fell hard onto the moving treadmill. The treadmill deposited you onto the floor roughly. 

“(Y/N),” Conner shouted, dropping the weight he was holding to run over to you. He dropped to his knees beside you, picking you up slightly to let you lean back against his chest. You shook your head, trying to clear it. “Are you alright?”

Blinking several times, you carefully began to flex your body to check for injury. All you found was soreness from the fall. “I’m fine, Conner. Just tripped.”

“Well, be more careful,” he answered roughly while gently helping you stand. You gave him a tiny smile in thanks.

“I will,” you promised as Conner kissed your cheek. He headed back over to the weights as the rest of the team stared at you in concern. You smiled at them reassuredly before carefully climbing back on the treadmill to continue your run.  Making sure not to look at Conner again, you fell into rhythm with the music from your earbuds.

As you jogged, your mind drifted to other things. However, you kept a hold on yourself to keep your powers in check. You could change pheromones affecting the people around you. They used to be out of control, but after training with Batman and Black Canary, you were able to control it for the most part. Even if you did slip up, it only had a minor effect on the people around you.

It was tiring to be in constant control. The only time you could be free was when you were locked in your room by yourself or with Conner. Conner didn’t mind the effect of your powers, he seemed almost immune to them. He could feel them slightly, but never to the extent that they would control him. You figured it had something to do with his time at Cadmus.

You increased the speed of the treadmill, feeling ready for a challenge. Another song blared into your ears as your thoughts drifted back to Conner. The two of you were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, but you hadn’t decided on a place yet. You were hoping Conner will let you drag him to New York City through the zeta tubes for pizza. Licking your lips at the thought, you upped the treadmill’s speed.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by you, the other members of the team found their gazes drifting over to you. It was like some kind of magnetic pull. Soon after, they started drifting towards you. M’gann moved closer to you while she practiced. Artemis moved to the training dummy closest to you, and Robin hopped on the treadmill next to you. Wally and Kaldur stayed by the weights, staring at you intensely.  

You gave Robin a tiny smile of acknowledgment before focusing on your running. Robin frowned at having lost your attention as he started running at a slightly faster pace then you, hoping to gain it back. Seeing what Robin was doing, Wally left the weights to stand beside your treadmill. He leaned against the armrest, giving you a cheesy smile. You smiled back at him tentatively, taking out your earbuds.

“Hi Wally,” you greeted, eyeing him curiously while slowing down your treadmill. Robin slowed down with you, still trying to keep pace with you. “What do you want?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are in this light?” he flirted, making your eyes widen in surprise. Honestly, you felt anything, but beautiful at this moment, sweaty as you were.

“What?” you remarked as Robin snorted. Wally glared at him behind your back. 

“Just ignore him (Y/N), he just discovered how beautiful you are, but I, on the other hand, have known since I first saw you,” Robin replied sweetly. Wally growled at him.

“…Thanks, Rob,” you answered, having no idea why they both were complimenting you now. You were sure you had your powers in check. They couldn’t be under the influence of your pheromones, could they?

 Wally moved over to Robin’s treadmill, fighting him for it. Both ended up on the floor, wresting each other. You stared at them while stopping your treadmill. Your brow furrowed in confusion before M’gann appeared next to you. 

“Hey (Y/N), do you want to help me practice?” she asked, taking your arm. You were about to answer when Artemis appeared on your other side. 

“No, she can’t M’gann, because you’re going to spar with me, right (Y/N)?” she demanded, taking your other arm to pull you in the opposite direction.

“Since when are you the boss of (Y/N)?” M’gann snapped back as the girls started to bicker over you, pulling you back and forth between them. Robin and Wally noticed the girls fighting over you, and came over to join their argument. 

You didn’t know what to do. They each kept pulling you in their direction, saying you had to spend time with them and no one else. Glancing over at the weights, you frowned when Conner didn’t notice your trouble. Huffing to yourself, you wondered how he could notice you fall off the treadmill and not notice the team fighting over you.

Kaldur didn’t join the fight over you, knowing his sudden attraction towards you wasn’t natural. Not to get him wrong, you were one of the most beautiful surface-dwellers he had ever seen, but he knew you were with Conner. He sat on one of the weight benches, trying to regain control of his emotions so he could help you get away from the others.

He glanced at Conner, only to find him lifting weights with earbuds in, blocking all the sounds of your distress. Kaldur sighed as he saw the team was starting to pull you around. Reaching over, Kaldur pulled one of the earbuds from Conner’s ear.

“What?” Conner asked sharply, roughly putting the weight into it’s holder. 

“(Y/N) needs your help,” Kaldur explained, his hands gripped the bench tightly. “You need to get her out of here.”

“Why? She’s just…,” Conner began before fading off when he sat up to see you being fought over like a piece a meat among dogs. “Oh.”

“Yes, you need to get her out of here before they hurt her,” Kaldur ordered as Conner ran over to you. It took everything he had to stop himself from following Conner. Taking a deep breath, he tried to focus on Tula to stop his racing emotions.

You almost started sobbing at this point as the team started pulling you around even harder. Your arms hurt from being held so tightly and being suddenly ripped away from the grip. Therefore, when Conner pushed his way through them and scooped you up, you sighed in relief. 

Conner ran from the room with you in his arms while the others attempted to pursue in rage. You tried to block out the world by burying your face in Conner’s neck. Conner held you tighter in response as he dodged Wally who attempted to make a grab at you. 

After a bit, Conner was able to get you safely into your room while locking the door behind him. You could hear the others’ cries of disappointment before they fell silent. Once Conner was sure they were gone, he laid you down onto the bed. You curled up into a ball once Conner’s arms left you. Sobs broke out from you as you let your pent up tears fall. 

A moment later, you felt Conner lay down behind you. He carefully turned you over, and pulled you into his chest. It was still bare, but you didn’t care finding it comforting in some way. 

“I’m sorry, I thought I had it under control,” you cried, your voice muffled by Conner’s chest. He heard you anyway.

“It’s okay, everyone makes mistakes,” Conner soothed, petting your hair. “Remember when I broke the door from pushing so hard, we all mess up sometimes.”

“But I was stupid. I let my thoughts drift for a little bit and suddenly they were there,” you replied, another waves of sobs racking your body. “Batman going to be so mad.”

Conner sighed, tightening his arms around you. “Don’t worry about it. The team and Batman will understand. They know how hard it is for you to control it all the time.” 

“I was so scared, they weren’t themselves,” you gasped, snuggling deeper into his chest. You both fell silent for a long time until Conner cleared his throat once your tears had stopped.

“What were you thinking about when it happened?” he asked gently as you pulled back to meet his eye. A frisky smile crossed your face.

“I was thinking about our dinner date tonight,” you admitted shyly, blushing a little when he chuckled.

“I think that you should stop thinking about me in public,” Conner stated.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “And why should I?”

“Well, you fell off the treadmill when you were checking me out earlier,” he explained, blushing slightly. “Then you think about me again and the whole team becomes infatuated with you. Thinking about me seems to be a health risk.” His lips frowned a little as if he was hurt by the idea.

“No, thinking about you is not a health risk,” you answered, sitting up a little to press a kiss to his lips. “I just have to adapt to it.” He smiled before pulling you into another kiss. 

After you both came up for air, you narrowed your eyes coyly at him. “Were you jealous?”

Conner snorted before looking away from you. “No.”

You grinned at him, knowing he was jealous. “So, it would have been fine if one of them locked me in their room and…”

“Stop it,” Conner demanded, kissing you to silence your next words. You laughed, glad to learn that this accident revealed something you didn’t know Conner felt. “It’s not funny, (Y/N).”

“I know,” you answered, sobering a little. “But it’s nice to know you were jealous.”

“I don’t see why that would be nice,” Conner protested, playing with your hair. “It didn’t feel nice.”

“Jealousy rarely does, but it shows you care about me,” you explained kindly as Conner stared at you with his bright blue eyes.

“I’ve always cared about you, (Y/N),” he stated bluntly as he pulled you on top of him. You sat up, sitting on his chest.

“And I have always cared about you, Conner,” you replied. His eyes sparkled at your words as he gently grabbed your head to bring your lips to his. You let your powers free, knowing by the intensity of Conner’s kiss that it was alright. 

anonymous asked:

i usually put all my weight into pretty much all my punches?? but some people don't like to do that bc it leaves you kinda open. keep one of your hands up to guard your face (i was taught more boxing for self defense and competition so if you wanna learn like the street fighting shit just swing for the head, don't fall down and hope for the best lmao) (mga)

Oh shit u sent more nice

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Bucky Prompt "You're so pretty I wanna punch your face."

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“Can you stop staring?” 

“Mmm…what?” You blink, your daze going a little as you finally focus on what Bucky is actually saying to you and not just the fact that his lips are really plump and his eyes are really fucking pretty. 

“You’re staring…it’s weird.” 

“Oh…right, sorry…” You decide to look at Natasha instead, you figure watching her beat up Clint is perhaps more acceptable than just staring at Bucky as he lifts weights…and heavy intense staring as well. The type of staring that’s awfully lustful all things considered. 

But your eyes eventually find him again, it’s not even just his body, it’s his face that gets you every time. The cheek bones, the jawline, the wrinkles at his eyes….god,  “You’re so pretty I wanna punch your face.” You don’t even realise you’ve said it until he looks up at you, one eyebrow raised and a grin on his face.


“Nothing, you must be hearing things!” 

“No.” He puts the weights down, “I’m pretty sure you just said my face was pretty.” You don’t really respond, you just squeak and leg it out of the gym. The embarrassment is too much for you to stay there and face him.

Blast From The Past: Part 20

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Angst, sadness, panic/anxiety attack/s, 

A/N: Woah part 20! Little time jump. Italics are thoughts.

I’ll be back in a few days with part 21

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Part 1 // Part 19

You bolt upright in bed, a yelp coming from your mouth. Bucky immediate jolts awake and sits up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap. Tears flow from your eyes as you remember where you are. He strokes your back and lays soft kisses on your hair, trying to calm you down. It was a routine he’d gotten used to by now.

Another nightmare. You’d been having them for the past 2 months every night, if not multiple times a night. After you’d returned to the compound, you hadn’t been the same. You apologised to everyone, hundreds of times. They all immediately forgave you, saying that it wasn’t your fault, it was Hydra’s. But you still couldn’t forgive yourself.

You were constantly plagued with all the death and destruction you had caused. You couldn’t sleep without having a nightmare. You couldn’t eat properly. You stopped attempting to draw, every time you picked up at pencil, all that you could produce was horrible scenes of death.

Bucky had hardly left your side, it was almost smothering. Every time you zoned out and started to dwell on what you’d done, he would hold you and tell you that it wasn’t your fault. You knew he was only trying to help, but all it did was remind you that you had almost killed the love of your life.

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The Joker x Dead Reader

You were gone in an instant and he never thought he would be so lost without you. Too bad the dead can never come back…

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Another sleepless night. He tosses and turns, adjusting his pillow, but his mind won’t shut down. He just can’t sleep without you. The Joker looks at your side of the bed. You’re not there…and you will never be again.

He sighs and takes a deep breath, hiding his face under the sheets, trying not to think of your smile. It’s useless. He grunts and uncovers himself, his eyes resting on your favorite loveseat by the window.

He can almost see you there, in the pale morning light, polishing your handgun, wearing that cute lacy nightgown he liked so much. It was your favorite firearm; he gave it to you on your birthday, customized with your name and his, and plated it with gold over the shiny red background color.

“Baby doll, I regret given that to you. Stop messing with it. Come back to bed, I wanna sleep in.”

“Why, can’t you sleep if I’m not there?”

“You know I can’t.”

“Jeez, baby, what would you do if I’d die? You’d never sleep again?” you used to ask, teasing him.

“No, I would just get another girlfriend.”


He remembers how you always frowned at his answer.

“I would come back and haunt you! NO GIRLFRIEND, do you hear me?”

“If you come back to haunt me, could you be naked please?”

“You want me to be naked?”

“Yes!” he would burst out laughing, his blue eyes glowing with content.

“OK, I’ll come back naked then,” you giggled, charging for the bed and landing on top of him with all your strength.

“Auch, Pumpkin, lose some weight.”

“You’re so mean J,” you complained, playfully punching his cheek.

“I know I am,” the Joker admitted, fully aware you put up with all his crap and you would fall asleep cuddling for a few more hours.


He gets up at the side of the bed, sniffling, then heads towards the bathroom, turns on the water and gets in the bathtub. He hopes it’s going to comfort him a little bit.


“Taaaaa-daaaaaaa!” your cell phone in his face when he was so busy with the paperwork, planning future heists.

He already knew what it was: you took care of another person (or multiple ones) on his black list. But he still looked at the pictures.

“See Puddin? Killed them all for you.”

“You’re such a good doll.” He wasn’t really paying attention anymore.

“I know,” you chuckled and leaned over for a kiss. All you got was a peck on the lips.

“This is no way to kiss your girl, Mister J.  I’ll tell you what: I’m going to take a bath and you’re going to join me in 5 minutes, ok?”

“I’m busy, Princess.”

“I’ll be extraaaaaa nice,” you whispered in his ear and walked away. Every single time he debated maybe about 10 seconds.

“God dammit!…I’ll be there in 5, doll!”

“ Kaaayyy, Puddin. “

He loved to lean against you in the bathtub so you can wash his hair and massage his shoulders.  You always hummed some silly song you would make up on the spot and he purred, half asleep.

“Look, J, it never fails: you give me goosebumps when you purr.”

“U-hummm, “ he muttered with his eyes closed.

“So crazy how you do that to me all the time,” you wondered, baffled at the mystery. He wanted to laugh but he pretended to be dosing off.

“Here, give me your forehead,” you often asked and he just tilted his head backwards even more so you can plant a trail of soft kisses along his “Damaged” tattoo. He secretly liked it, but never told you.

“J, say you love me,” you would ask, rinsing his hair.

“Hmmmm?” he pretended not to hear, still with his eyes closed.

“Say: I love Y/N.”


You tried another approach to get what you wanted.

“ I love you, Puddin.  More than anything.”

“More than diamonds?” he would snicker, adjusting his head on your breasts.

“I said more than anything, you jerk!” This used to get you all worked up, but he’d let you win in the end, especially after you squeezed your legs around him as hard as you could.

You moved his jaw, trying to make him talk.

“Say: I LOVE…Y/N! Say it or I’ll crush you with my thunder thighs! Say you love me!”

“I love….” your green eyes would widen, waiting for the answer “…guns.” he grinned.

“Seriously?!” you pouted, splashing water all over.” “That’s it, I’m going to kill you!”

The bathroom looked like a battlefield after you were done chasing him all over the huge bathtub: water on the floor and bubbles almost reaching the living room.

“Truce! Truce!” you panted out of breath, retreating to one corner of the tub.

“You started, Kitten! Are you sure?” he would smirk, licking his lips, slowly approaching you.

“Yes, I give up, you win.”

“Good decision, doll.” The Joker pulled you on his legs, moving the wet hair off your face so he can see your red cheeks. You locked your arms around his neck and stared in his eyes.

“Say you love me, Puddin.” You never gave up.

“If you don’t say it, I’m not goin…”

He liked to interrupt your little speech:

Before you could make another sound his lips were crushing against yours and it always ended up being a wild night.


He feels the water got cold. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting in there, just staring at the faucet. There’s no more laughter, no more kisses, no more you.

Just him, alone with his demons and his sorrow.

He finally brings himself to get out of the tub and gets dressed. He opens the walk in closet and chooses something, he doesn’t even care what; then he sees your clothes. He tried to get rid of your things, but the pain of not having your stuff around was greater than giving them away, so he saved it all.

The Joker looks through your items, stopping from time to time to smell them. They still have your scent. Suddenly, his heart sinks even more: here are your maternity clothes that you kept for next time you might have been lucky enough to get pregnant .


You were so depressed when you lost the pregnancy. J didn’t really care about having a baby, but seeing you cry for days and being so upset, he started to be upset too. He even took a few weeks off and laid low at the penthouse with you. You were sobbing all night and he used to stay awake and talk to you, caress your hair and plan how to get rid of the Bats. It made you feel better and he knew it.

“Please stop crying, baby doll,” he used to beg and he is not the type that begged.” You are going to get sick and who’s going to help me with everything I have to do, hmmm?… Are you going to eat something in the morning?”

You just looked at him with teary, bloodshot eyes.

“Our baby is gone, J. Gone… There’s nothing here,” you said, taking his hand and place it on your tummy, crying harder when he kissed it.

“It’s ok, Princess, we’ll try for another one,” he finally told you one time, hoping it will calm you down.

“For reals?” you finally smiled after he thought you’ll never smile again.

“Yes, for reals.”

“You promise?” You immediately looked so full of hope.

“I promise. Now stop crying, you’re so ugly when you cry,” he joked, waiting for you to elbow him in protest.


But your dream never came true.

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. J already knows who it is.

“Come in, Frosty.”

He heads towards the living room so he can talk to his right hand.

“Hi, Boss. I know you’re… busy, but…about tonight…”

“Do whatever you need to do, Frosty, you’re in charge,” he mutters, cutting him off, visibly distressed, grabbing your cell phone he keeps on the table.

“OK, boss, I’ll take care of everything.” Frost knows to tread lightly so he won’t aggravate the Joker even more. He opens the door to leave, but he makes up his mind and turns around.



“Do you want something to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” and by the tone of J’s voice, Frost knows to leave the matter alone. He’s just worried about his boss. He doesn’t eat, by the looks of it he doesn’t sleep, he’s on the edge and nothing good could come out of it. But maybe it won’t last forever…In the meantime, he will just do his job and make sure everybody else is doing theirs.

After Frost leaves, J goes out on the balcony. This was your favorite spot in the penthouse because you loved the view from the 30th floor.

He turns on his cell phone, pressing on the first contact on his list: “Princess.”

He watches your own phone turning on in his other hand, sadly smiling at your wallpaper: a picture of him sleeping, his green hair all over his face. He winces when he hears your voice:

“Helllloooo, this is Y/N. If you’re not my Puddin, I don’t care so don’t bother leaving a message. If you are my Puddin, you can leave a message after the beep. I’ll probably see you in a few minutes. (you giggle) I love you, muaaahhhhhh.”

He replays the message again. He misses your voice so much.

“…..muahhhhhhh.” Again…and again…


If he knew he’d lose you that day, he would have left you behind. But you always wanted to participate in everything. You were a good business partner and a good shooter, you always had his back. And never took no for an answer. Just as stubborn as he was.

You were sitting on his lap, tracing the visible tattoos on his chest from under his jacket, pretending to be bored at the meeting, but actually very alert and ready to act if needed. You loved to play the indifferent, clueless girlfriend with the new business partners; it gave you time to study them and observe if something was wrong.

That’s why you were the first to notice the gun pointed at J from behind the wall, already firing bullets in a split second. No time to do anything else but stand up and position yourself in front of him. Everything happened so fast.

J didn’t even realize you were hit until he saw blood soaking through your white shirt. Then another bang, and another one. You stood still, gasping for air, trying not to collapse, shielding him.

All hell broke loose: gunshots shrieking from one side to the other, a few more hit you in the crossfire before you fell, wheezing, squinting your eyes in pain.

The Joker caught you before you hit the floor, not even giving a damn about the carnage or the fact that he could get hit too.

Within seconds, Frost and your henchmen placed themselves in front of both of you, shutting at large, already knowing they messed up big time.

J was on his knees, shocked, not knowing what to do, holding you with one hand and pressing your wounds with the other, desperate to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood it dripped on the floor and soaked his clothes too. Your lips kept on slightly moving, repeating something that he couldn’t hear with all the noise around. He brought you closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and he finally heard your whisper:

“Say… you…love…me…say…you…love…me…”

He doesn’t remember ever feeling like he’s going to die from despair until that very moment when he knew he can’t do anything for you. Your breathing was getting shallow and your lips didn’t move anymore. You just looked at him, slowly blinking, your vision getting cloudy, holding on with all you had got, waiting for him to say the words.

“I love… you,” you heard him say, and you wanted to tell him not to ever cry because nobody can see the Joker cry. But you couldn’t say the words.

“I love… you.”

That’s all you heard before you closed your eyes.


It’s starting to get breezy on the balcony. He cracks his neck, placing your cell phone in his pocket, not sure what to do with his.

He finally decides and dials Frost’s number.

“Yes, sir?”

“Bring the car around and leave the engine on, I have to go somewhere. Alone. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“OK, boss.”

The Joker gets his purple coat and glances at your picture in the hallway before taking his leave.

“See you soon, baby doll,” he smiles, closing the door behind him.

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Stay With Me - Part 13

Word count - 2243

Warnings - none.

Requests are open.

Part 1      Part 2      Part 3      Part 4      Part 5      Part 6      Part 7      Part 8      Part9      Part 10       Part 11      Part 12

Okay, I can’t take the credit towards writing this part, meialex did  it and I just want to thank her so much for writing this, I didn’t have the time and she practically did this so shout out to her! 

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You wake up 5 am, in your bedroom, alone in your apartment, still not used to not having Harley next to you but you know it was for the best. You get up and walk over to your dresser where you pick out work out clothes. Since you and Harley split, you’ve been working out more to calm your mind. You put on your clothes and head out to the kitchen where you pour yourself a glass of water. You sigh after finishing the glass. You really miss her, you shook your head and put on your running shoes and head out for your morning run.You get back to your apartment building after running 2 miles and head to the gym in your building. You do a few stretches before starting your workout routine. Today you had a lot of frustration to work out because today marks a full month of your split. You did multiple sets of squats, lunges, push-ups, burpees, pull-ups, and weights. You decided to cool down on the punching bag in the corner of the gym. You think of all of the stupid things you’ve done to cause you two to break up, helping the Joker after promising her you would cut all ties with him, your punches land harder. You think of that night you went to go see her at her apartment and you ran into Ivy. You think of Ivy consoling Harley and what usually lead after, kissing and sex. You think of how lucky you were to have her with you, next to you when you slept, holding you, kissing you, just knowing she’s yours. Your punches stop and the bag sways, and you start to feel soreness in your hands. Breathing heavily you stop the bag and hug it because you miss being able to hug her.  You shook your head and walked away from the bag, “It’s better that she’s not with you…” you sighed under your breath and walked upstairs to your apartment. To go in and stretch your neck as you walk over to the sink to get some water. You carry your cup into your room, and finish it before changing out of your clothes and stepping into the shower. Washing your hair and your body you get caught TL in your thoughts. Room for another? You heard Harley say, and shook your head “She’s not here, and she’s not coming back.” you tried to convince yourself. Come on puddin’, I can help you get to those hard to reach areas. Her mischievous smile…you felt a smirk creep onto your face and then immediately dropped “No, you need to move on” you finish up your shower, step out, put on a robe and grabbed a towel to wrap up your hair. You put on some slippers and walked into your kitchen where you made yourself a bowl of cereal. You went to your freezer where you grabbed two bags of frozen peas and then headed to your couch. You sighed when your body hit the couch, turned on the TV and put your frozen peas on your sore hands between bites of your cereal.“Listen Harls, she’s no good for you. How do you know she’s not gonna go behind your back again?” a soothing voice whispered. “Yeah but I miss her Ivy…” the voice sadly trailed off as she looked down at her lap. “Oh princess,” Ivy sighed while fixing Harley’s hair behind her ear. “I hate seeing you mope around about her” she lifted up her head and stared into her eyes “you’re with me now, and you know I will never hurt you in any way…unless you hurt my babies” She added and smiled and got one in return from Harley. “come here” Ivy shifted her body so that Harley could lay down on her chest with her on the couch, and kissed her head. “I won’t let her hurt you ever again” Ivy whispered into Harley’s hair as she held her.You looked at the time 8:15am, and got up to go change for work. You recently got a job at a clothing store just to keep you busy and to pay your bills obviously. The job was boring but it had its moments where it made you forget about her. Every once and awhile a customer would hit on you as you rung up their clothes. Today a  tall brunette woman, maybe a year or so younger than you came up to your register even though there was another one open and set down their clothes. “Hey…uhh…” she searched for a name tag, “what’s your name?” “Y/N…” you smiled politely and made eye contact for a brief moment before continuing to take off security tags on their clothes. “Y/N…I’m Gia, you have very good eyes.” they awkwardly shifted and knitted their brows knowing that they didn’t say it correctly. “Thanks, I credit eating a lot of carrots as a child.” you smiled playfully at them just trying to make it less awkward for them. They chuckled as you rung up their last item. “So, can I pay for this and for a dinner with you sometime?” She smiled raising an eyebrow as she payed and signed for her clothes. You thought about it quickly while printing out their receipt. They seem nice, why not try to make friends. Come on, Harley moved on. “Uh sure, why not” You shrugged and smiled, “let me write my number on your receipt here.” You quickly wrote down your number. It’ll be fun, you need to try and move on. And put the receipt in the bag with their clothes. “Have a great day”, you smiled and handed them the bag. They beamed, took their bag. “I’ll text you details so we can plan it out.” and turned to walk away. Your day went by quickly after that. You sighed when you got into your car and rested your hands and forehead on your steering wheel. I shouldn’t have encouraged that and given them my number. You looked down at your phone and saw a text: “Gia here, thanks for checking me out today ;)” You groaned and threw your head back. I’m so fucking stupid, I know I’m not over Harley. I’m going to end up hurting this girl too because I’m just using her as a distraction. You sighed and turned on your car to head home.  Whatever.“LET GO OF HER!” Harley screamed in her sleep on the couch. Ivy walked over to her from the kitchen and put her hand on Harley’s shoulder and squatted down to her level. “Harley, hey you have to wake up. It’s just a dream, hun” Ivy lightly shook the rapid breathing body. “Come on princess, wake up.” Harley sat up violently sobbing and yelling “HE TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!” and turned over to Ivy. “He took her away from me…” she wrapped her arms around Ivy’s neck and cried into her shoulder. “No, no, no. She willingly did that Harls. He is fucked up but he didn’t drive her away from you. She left because she betrayed you and went against your word.” Ivy consoled the crying blonde and slowly stroked her hair. “It’s her fault she left, not his. I mean he’s still a bag of dicks but he didn’t cause this.” “If he didn’t call her then she would still be here.” she sniffed. “she didn’t have to go to him.” she hushed Harley and lifted her up so they’re face to face. “You’re with me now, you don’t have to worry about her anymore.” She pressed her lips against Harley’s and leaned back. “Now let’s go splash some cool water on your face.”meialexYou were going home and as the light turned green you noticed a car coming up quickly from behind. Gonna kill someone going that fast, dumbass. The car speeds by you and turns so it’s blocking your way. “SHIT” You slammed the brakes skidding to a stop and breathed heavily staring into nothing for a moment until you snapped back and grabbed your gun in your glove box just in case something happens and stepped out your car barking at the person blocking your way “What the fuck was that for dumbass?!” The person steps out in all black, Batman. “Fuck…” You furrowed your brows and shot at him before he ultimately knocked you out. You woke up in a dark room on a metal bed disoriented. “where…” looking down noticing you were in different clothes, remembering Batman you yelled into the darkness, “HEY B-MAN, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” you groaned and held onto your head as it pounded and you look around the room trying to get an idea where you are. The lights in your room,that SURPRISE is actually a cell, turned on, and a group of men walk in, shoved you into a wheelchair strapping you down, and escort you as you wriggled around to get free not sparing any hits from every attempt at escaping. They led you into a room with a table bolted down in the middle of it. They lifted you of of the chair, cuffed your hands and ankles to the table, you spat at a guard and for good measure he punched you one last time but before he walked off you snapped at him “HEY WHY DONT YOU TAKE THESE CUFFS OFF AND WE’LL SEE WHO THE REAL TOUGH GUY OR GIRL IS HUH?” he laughed at you and walked out the door. “Pussy… “ you said under your breath as you looked up to see a figure emerging from the shadows of the room. “Batsy, Batsy, Batsy…” you teased “what do you want from me? I’ve been a good girl recently” you pouted and smiled.“where’s the Joker?” he attempted to scare you. “Why would I know?” you rolled your eyes looking around the room and scoffed. “I know you and the Joker work together.” he took a step closer showing me a picture of the news when he kissed me. Your stomach knotted. Great, even Batman thinks I’m with J. You furrowed your brows and shook your head. “We don’t, and I’ve been trying to live a normal life recently just so you know, I got a job at a clothing store.” you leaned into his direction squinting and then leaning back into your chair. “Where am I anyway?” you asked pointing and looking around. “Arkham Asylum” You choked on a laugh, “Seriously? Me? Well I’m honored that you think of me as such a threat but I don’t plan on causing havoc anymore.” You shrugged your shoulders. You can tell he was thrown off by that last bit you said. “What, surprised I don’t want to cause chaos?” you snorted and shuffled your handcuffs around as you leaned into the table. “I’m done with that B-man.” “Why,” he said in a demanding voice stepping closer to the table. “Because I don’t have time for it” you rolled your eyes. “Is it because of Harley?” Your heart sank and your face dropped when you heard him say her name, you blinked hard and knitted your brows, “Why would you think that?” “I’ve been keeping an eye on her since she left the Joker. I wanted to make sure she cut off any connections with him. And then I noticed you were with her often, and I never saw her by his side anymore.”  he stared hard at you.“Look,“ you awkwardly laughed, “Her and I aren’t together anymore man. I’m doing this for me.” You tried to force a convincing smile to try. He sat down in the chair opposite of you putting his hands on the table causing you to lean farther back into your chair. “I know you care for her, even still and whatever thing happened between the joker and you that night caused you to fall apart. But you need to help me find him.” You were caught off guard and your face obviously showed it. “You must be fuckin’ crazy, you should be sitting in handcuffs and prison clothes not me.” You said raising your hands that were still in cuffs attached to the table. He smiled, which was unsettling because he’s not really a happy guy. “If you agree to help me, you don’t have to stay here,  and you will be placed into a better job and place to stay with someone I trust.” He finished and got up. “I’ll be back in 2 days to hear your decision.” he started walking towards the door. “Wait…” You stuttered which caused him to stop in his tracks. You thought about Harley and hesitated knowing she hates both Mr. J and Batman but you know that you will never get her back. “I’ll help…i don’t know if he’ll fall for whatever you’re planning but I’ll do it” you sighed knowing that this is the only way out of here besides death. He left the room without saying a word. “hey!” you tried to yell at him, “I SAID ILL DO IT!” you tried getting up to follow him but your cuffs held you down. A group of men came in, held you down in your chair and held out your arm. “GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING ASSHAT!” You struggled to fight them off of you but before you know it they injected something in your arm and seconds later you passed out.Harley always thought of you. She often wore your sweater you left behind so she could just feel your comfort and smell you. She sighed because she knew was being stupid and that she should focus more on Ivy since she’s with her now. Hugging herself, she remembered the night she last saw you when she missed the opportunity to kiss you and get you back. Her eyes started to tear up. “Get it together Harls, “ she whispered to herself as she walked over to her bed. “She’s lost your trust, she’ll do it again.” yeah, but maybe she won’t, you know she loves you, come on Harley go find her, you still love her, she obviously had a good reason. The voices in her head kept going but she agreed. “Yeah, I should go find her.” she smiled, “she probably misses me.” Harley threw herself into the shower and then threw on her “sexy” dress and heels. “Even if she doesn’t miss me, she will.” she smiled at herself in the mirror as she put on makeup and did her hair.

Let the games begin - Ch. 7

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Today dear reader, we’re checking in Bones and where hes off to in such a hurry. Also tying up just a couple lose ends!

5,970 word(s) of - angst, delicious violence, and more angst!

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6

This is it guys! The final “official” chapter! Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this story. Thank you for all the kind words and support. It really means a lot to me! So much in fact, that I will be releasing my prologue later this evening, filled with “things” that I couldn’t yet cover in the story ;) stay tuned! Be gentle. I am a delicate flower.

Also please excuse any medical discrepancies in this story. I couldn’t find anything to fit my specific needs so I just threw a couple in for my stories sake.

Special thanks to: @outside-the-government for encouraging me to write again, and for being my beta and idea bouncer, and for creating this monster.  Also @imoutofmyvulcanmind for being an idea bouncer, and letting me torture you with snippets, yay!

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Bones made his way out of your room, ignoring your pleas. He made his way to his office and grabbed some things from his cabinet. He made his way swiftly to the turbolift, without saying a word or passing a glance at anyone. Everyone gave him a wide berth when they saw the look on his face.

His anger was finally able to be released and replaced everything else that he had put on the forefront these past week. An anger that he hasn’t felt in a long time began to arise, the anger of a protective father, and protector of the one he loved.

He quickly made it inside the lift and punched a few buttons and he began to descend. He exited the lift and made his way deftly toward the brig.

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Whiskey Confessions

Prompt: “Every day should end like this, bloody and drenched in whiskey” requested by: @td122609

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 953

Beta: my amazing friend @impala-dreamer dreamer

Warnings: Non

A/N: 100 follower celebration!!!


Originally posted by strengthcas

You ordered a drink from the small, run down bar and went over to the pool table to hustle some guys out of their money. Dean was watching you very closely, as he always did. His excuse was that he wanted to make sure you were ok. He knew you could take down any guy, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be right beside you, doing the same thing.

You found some buzzed bikers who wouldn’t mind taking money from a ‘drunk’ girl. During the first round of pool you made sure to lean over the pool table accentuating every curve of your body. Every time you missed a shot you plastered a pout on your face and huffed. You opponent would say something along the lines of, “Don’t worry, you just gotta lean over the table further.”

Any time you made a shot you would jump up and scream, “Yes!” to which Dean would let out a soft chuckle knowing you can sink any ball from any angle.

The next round of pool you racked the balls up and took the first shot, sinking 3 striped balls. Looking up at your opponent, you smirked and said, “Your turn big boy.”

The man narrowed his eyes at you, “You hustled me! Why you little bitch.” Before you knew it the large man was towering over you, threatening your life.

Dean immediately shot up and stepped in front of you. “Woah buddy. Don’t be calling her a bitch. It’s not your fault you can’t see an obvious hustle when it’s right in front of you.”

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