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[REQUESTS CLOSED] | TrAshy | 30 | She/Her | Multifandom Writer ♡

[trashmagines]

I wish I had the ability to heart asks because you’re all so nice and I love you so much.

[gremlinimagines]

Lovely

Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: Frank wants a peaceful night. He gets something else.

Word Count: 1027

Warnings: Frank fights a guy, but it’s not graphic.

Author’s Note: Frank is hard to write for, I tried my best!

The one night Frank Castle wants peace is the night that he doesn’t get it. 

After a long week of hunting down criminals, Frank had decided to go out for a drink and landed at a sketchy bar in Hell’s Kitchen. The night had started off decent; the place wasn’t all bad, aside from the group of punks in the corner being loud. For the most part, he ignored them and kept drinking his beer, his eyes wondering to you, the bar tender that was trying your best to keep up with all the orders. 

This wasn’t the first time Frank had come here and the only reason he kept coming was because of you. As much as he tried to fight it, the man couldn’t deny he had grown fond of you in a romantic way. You were young. gorgeous, and reminded him of a fire work. Bright and lively, but explosive at the same time. He knew he was smitten for you, a girl that wasn’t even his, when you punched one of the sketchy people and told them to “go fuck themselves”. 

Frank had just finished his drink when you came over, hands crossed on the bar and sighing. “Tonight has been hell. I feel like I’m going to pass out. Want to take over the shift for me?” You joke and manage to get a snort out of Frank. It didn’t take a genius to know who the man was before you; a while back, you saw him on the news. The infamous punisher that plagued your city. 

“Well, you are in Hell’s kitchen, so it makes sense, girlie.” Frank answers, placing his bottle next to your hand and looking into your eyes. Made him feel like he could get lost in those beautiful orbs of yours. “You got like what, another hour or two before your shift ends? You can manage.”

You roll your eyes, causing Frank to raise an eyebrow; brat, he thinks to himself. Grabbing another bottle, you place it in front of him and say, “enjoy your poison, Castle” with a huff. He watches you walk away to the other end of the bar and start taking orders again. Every alarm in his head is telling him to leave and never come back; that having these feelings for you wasn’t a good idea. The last time he loved someone, she ended up dead and he couldn’t stop it.

He has a job to do - a gruesome, harsh one - and he wouldn’t be able to do that job if he’s distracted by the stunning beauty that is you. 

Frank is snapped out of his thoughts when a beer bottle is thrown at your face and you barely manage to dodge the attack. His eyes dart to the punks in the corner, one of them rising from his chair. “Hey bitch!” The punk says, walking towards you. People move out of the way, not wanting any part of this. “You gave me the wrong drink.” The punk slurs his words, most definitely drunk.

“And that gives you the right to do that?” You point to the shattered glass on the ground, eyebrows risen and looking at him with a look of anger. “Sit your ass down and I’ll give you the right drink, you bag of dicks.” Frank would have laughed at your choice of an insult if he wasn’t to focused on the man, eyeing his every movement; from the way the man tighten his fists to the way he breathed.

“Say that again, you damn bitch. I will-” Before the man can finish his sentence, Frank is already standing next to him and has his hand on the punk’s wrist, which is suddenly holding a knife. There goes his peaceful night.

“If you know what’s good, you’ll listen to the lady or leave the bar.” Frank’s grasp is tight, anger boiling inside of him. When a fist suddenly comes at his face, he easily dodges it and uses his free hand to knock the punk to the ground. 

You’re watching with amazement; you have wondered what it’d look like seeing Frank in a fight and tonight, it looks like you’re about to see. 

The punk gets back up and tries slicing Frank’s face. With ease, Frank grabs the man’s wrist again and kicks him into a table, knocking the man out. “Should know better than to treat a lady like that.” His eyes go to the other punks, dark and particularly daggers. “Try something with her or I and you’ll end up like that guy, you hear me?” He yells, making sure they knew damn well to keep their asses planted where they were. The men nod. “Good.” 

Frank returns to the bar, this time sitting right in front of you. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, eyes softening. 

You nod, smiling. “Yeah.”

“Listen, you don’t have to give me a response right away, but I’d like to take you out sometime. I know a nice little diner and the food ain’t half bad either.” Frank tells you, voice low. He’s holding your hand now, thumb rubbing on top of your palm. 

Fortunately enough, no one is looking; to busy either leaving the bar or checking if the guy on the floor is alive or not.

You’re silent for a moment, thinking whether or not you should agree. There was no denying the fact that you thought Frank was attractive; smoking hot, even. You, also, know that the man before you is the punisher and has many enemies. Agreeing to a date with him could put a target on you. 

Good thing, you don’t care. With a smirk, you lean over and place your lips on Frank’s for a soft, quick kiss. “I would love to go on a date with you, Frankie.”

Frank grins. “You’re a brat, aren’t you?”

You shrug. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You’ll know eventually.” 

That is enough to have something snap in Frank and he pulls you over the counter, kissing you deep; not giving a fuck if anyone sees.

Tonight wasn’t peaceful, but it was damn worth it in the end.

[trashmagines]

Hiya! I just finished reading your Eddie/venom x reader short and it was soooooo good!! I love your writings sm

Can't wait to read more of our dauntless boys, low-key missing them atm lol

You're so nice thank you??? <3 I'm glad you liked it!

I love our Dauntless boys sm omg. The cogs are turning lol, we'll get more of them soon!

[trashmagines]

Heyyy, I just saw your post about how you're in love with Eddie Brock and let me just say SAMEEE!! I was wondering if you were open to writing eddie x reader stuff?? Bc I would 100% read and enjoy it lol

I also absolutely love the Eric x reader x four stuff and I hope you write more of them too🥺💕

Hi there! Hope you've been swell! Not sure if it'll be your cuppa joe, but a Venom/Eddie x reader has just been posted.

As for our resident Dauntless men, let's just say something is in the works *insert eye emoji*

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[trashmagines]

Primal: Venom (& Eddie Brock) x Reader Short

TrAshy Says: *twirls hair around finger* Hey there y’all like dumpster fire men and alien symbiotes too?

~561 words.

Warnings: Darkish!Venom, stalking, drinking  RAYOR: Read At Your Own Risk

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Claws dig into the side of the building briefly before launching the hulking figure that is Venom into the air. He lands effortlessly, bounding from one rooftop to the other, the thuds blending in with the rest of the sounds of the city. Eddie is trying to regain control of his body, but Venom fights him every literal step of the way.

Them.

Must. Have. THEM!

You. 

Venom and Eddie watch as you sit with your friends, laughing loudly and throwing back shots as music blasts from speakers located several yards from you. Venom finds the music annoying, but it doesn’t make them want to rip off Eddie’s ears or break something.

Yeah, thanks for that. Quiet, loser. 

You pat one of your friends on the back, practically yelling at them over the music as you shrug your jacket back on. Venom doesn’t need their acute hearing to know what’s happening as you make your way through the throng of people, veering toward the entrance of the makeshift rave spot. Their eyes follow you, narrowing in displeasure. 

You’re walking home. Alone.

Foolish creature. People do it all the time, V.  You are all foolish creatures. 

Venom leaps down into an alleyway, retreating into Eddie but still puppeteering him to follow you. You walk seemingly without a care, body weaving easily past people and moving to a song that’s playing in your head. The warmth of the alcohol you’ve drank spreads nicely through your veins, but you’re still coherent and aware of your surroundings.

Aware of the eyes you feel on your back.

You whip around suddenly, middle finger in the air and shout “Fuck off, creep!” You scan the faces around you, waiting to see if anyone retreats suspiciously, but all you’re met with is looks of disapproval. You huff indignantly, turning around and quickening your pace.

It only takes about a minute for you to feel the eyes on you again, and you feel them until you close your front door. 

Are you crazy?! Do you want to go to jail?! You are making me angry.

Eddie scoffs and rolls his eyes, throwing his leg over his bike so that he could finally head home. All he’d said was that you were attractive -hot being the actual word he’d used- but it had been a passing observation made in the low light of a dingy bar. Venom, however, had been fixated on you ever since, piloting Eddie’s body to follow you everywhere they could, and taking over completely when his ‘feeble human legs’ moved too slow for their liking. 

Finally in the comfort of their own apartment, Eddie plops down on the couch, lower body burning after the adventure they’d been on. Candid photos of you are scattered everywhere, and Eddie plucks one from the floor to study it. 

What is it about them anyway, V? What’s got you so worked up?

Venom is silent for an uncharacteristic amount of time, but Eddie does eventually get an answer. 

They are ... special. 

The word slithers down Eddie’s spine, making every nerve ending in his body fire rapidly for a split second and his eyes turn a clouded gray. He releases his grip on the photo, hands raking down his face in defeat as it floats back to the ground.

Whatever this is, it’s far from over. Venom isn’t done with you.

[trashmagines]

In case you haven't heard it today, I love you. ❤

[theriverofmarvel]

I Always Had You- Chapter One

Summary: Finding solace in your two favorite men and having the war take them away from you was hard, but you never expected your life to completely flip when you insisted on seeking answers. The simple life you lead no longer exists and neither do the men you thought you knew.

A/N: I have so many ideas for the progression of this story I can't wait. Thank you to my beautiful goddesses for reading this for me to give me the courage to post it oejfoeiwj as always feedback is always welcome and I hope you enjoy.

TW: fighting its steve so, that's pretty much it I think

WC: 2569

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[trashmagines]

I absolutely LOVE Leah Clearwater! Can you pretty please do another Leah Clearwater x Female!Reader One-Shot??💜💜

Shorter than a one-shot, but hopefully it makes you smile! Thank you for reading, lovely nonnie. <3

[trashmagines]

The Talk: Leah Clearwater x Female!Reader Short

TrAshy Says: A wonderful, lovely nonnie asked for another Leah x reader. While this is shorter, I hope it still makes all you Leah lovers smile! This can be read as a second part to I Took A Chance.

~620 words.

Warning(s): A little saucy but mostly cute, I think.

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Leah leans against her car, watching you laugh and say goodbye to your friends ‘for real this time’. She loved seeing you like this, genuinely happy with seemingly zero worries, as if she hadn’t thrown you into a world you never would have dreamed existed. She’s smiling when you finally reach her, your head tilting slightly, questioningly. 

“What?” “Nothing, you’re just really cute.” 

She pushes herself off of the passenger side door before opening it, letting you climb inside and then making her way to the driver’s side to begin your journey to Emily’s. You chatter excitedly about getting to see everyone again, and Leah simultaneously listens and concentrates on the road. It had been a while, about four months or so, and although Leah still barely tolerated the guys at times, she was happy that you loved them all like family. 

You practically sprint to the door when the car cruises to a stop, knocking lightly given that the shapeshifters inside had heard Leah pull up. She’s right behind you when Emily answers the door, and you both shed your coats before you’re engulfed in hugs. They hadn’t waited for you to begin eating, Leah notices, and she rolls her eyes as Emily gives her a half hearted smile. You both take a seat amongst the sea of bodies and open pizza boxes, you sitting on Leah’s lap. 

The night goes smoothly until you offer to help Emily with the few dishes everyone has dirtied. All eyes focus on Leah as you slide out of her grasp and make your way to the small kitchen, a sly smirk gracing Paul’s lips before he speaks. 

“So, the boys and I were wondering,” he starts off casually; Leah glances around, her eyes meeting several inquiring looks. “How do you two, you know, do it?” 

Leah opens and closes her mouth a few times, the question taking her completely off guard. He did not just ask that. 

“I’m sorry, what?” “How do you guys, or girls I guess, do it? We have some theories, but Jared and I are also betting that it hasn’t even happened yet.”

Leah clenches her fists to keep from phasing out of sheer embarrassment. It was somehow easier for her to conceal her thoughts -especially the ones about you- from the pack, but that didn’t mean... Just how prudish did they think she was? She looks up, her eyes finding you instantly. You’re drying a plate and laughing at something Emily said, and she hopes you’ll swoop in and rescue her from these idiots that are her pack mates. 

“My little brother is sitting right there!” 

Seth shrugs, “I’ve seen things. This doesn’t seem much different.” 

Annoyed, Leah huffs. “I don’t see how it’s any of your business anyway!” “It’s just a question,” Jared interjects, snickering. “But because you’re getting so defensive, I think it really hasn’t happened.” 

Leah’s trying not to spontaneously combust -or wolf out- when you reclaim your spot in her lap. Having you back in her arms physically calms her, but her mind is still going a mile a minute due to the brief conversation. 

“So, Y/N,” Paul starts. 

Leah passively considers murdering him. 

“The boys and I were wondering-” “Yes, we do ‘do it’ and no, I’m not going to explain how. Google is free; if you’re so curious, look it up.” 

You lean more into Leah’s embrace and press a kiss to the side of her neck. Though the wolves are pretty comfortable with each other and the affection shown to their imprints, Leah’s skin warms regardless. She misses the wolfish grin -pun intended- you shoot the group, burying her face in your hair as her arms reflexively tighten around you. 

[trashmagines]

Fault Line: Four x Reader x Eric Short

TrAshy Says: Not one person said they wanted angst and yet,,,

Warnings: Insurgent spoilers!, major character death/mention, blood, break up, general sad feels 

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fault line

NOUN

a divisive issue or difference of opinion that is likely to have serious consequences

The chill in the autumn air causes you to shove your hands deeper into your pockets as you stroll down the mostly empty sidewalk. You don’t have a destination in mind, you rarely do these days, but you can’t stand being in your apartment for very long. Not when it holds so many soul-crushing memories. 

“Y/N?”

You continue walking, offering no response to the familiar voice that’s now a little too close behind you. You hope he’ll take the hint, that he won’t trap you in another unwanted conversation. You don’t get your wish and Four suddenly passes you, stopping right in front of you and almost causing you to slam into him. He grasps your upper arms to keep you from colliding, but then uses his grip to hold you in place. 

“Y/N,” Four tries again, his voice only slightly above a whisper. 

You look up at him, finally, but your eyes are void of the spark he fell in love with. He can only see sadness, and although he doesn’t regret his actions, his heart still aches painfully.

“What do you want, Four?” “I...I wanted to know how you were doing.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. 

“Fucking peachy. Now if you’ll excuse me...”

Four still hasn’t moved his hands from where they’re resting, and he tightens his grip a bit when you try to maneuver out of it. 

“Let go.” “I miss you, Y/N.”

Though his statement shouldn’t come as a shock to you, it knocks the breath out of you anyway. You lower your head as memories of that day come rushing back, and even though you really don’t want Four to see you cry, hot tears have already started falling, wetting the gray pavement beneath your feet. 

“How could you? How could you do that?” 

You refuse to look up at him, but your broken tone of voice conveys the emotions you’re feeling and it destroys Four to know that he’s the reason.

“Eric committed heinous crimes. You and I both knew he could be an asshole, but truthfully, he just wasn’t a good person. You saw the records; you know I’m right.” “You fucking killed him!” 

You shove Four hard and he stumbles back, your upper arms stinging slightly from how tightly you were being held just a second ago. The sadness in your eyes has been replaced with anger -and hatred. Anger and hatred for a man that, up until the incident, you would have given your life for. 

Your arm moves before your brain registers what’s happening.

Four’s head whips to the side due to the power behind your strike, and he can taste the blood beginning to pool in his mouth. You grab the back of his neck and pull his head down as your knee flies up, colliding with the former leader’s chest. He’s doubled over for just a moment, staining the pavement red when he spits. When he stands tall again, he stares at you, eye’s conveying hurt, though it’s not from physical pain. 

“You can hit me,” he starts, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You can hate me. But I did the right thing, Y/N. I know I did.”

You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out. You have nothing else to say. You’ve said it all. 

Wiping away the rest of your stray tears, you stuff your hands back in your pockets as the wind picks up.

“Goodbye Four.”

He doesn’t stop you from walking away. 

[trashmagines]

Hi! Hope y’all good!

Yes I’m still here, yes I still love y’all. 

I got zero excuses, life happens and this is a hobby, but I’m hoping to get some mojo back. Thank you all for still reading and interacting with my writing. It’s still hella nice to see. <3

[trashmagines]

Can i have a Cisco x reader? Maybe they’re secretly dating and their at jitters, and someone flirts with her. Cisco sees and gets really jealous, but can’t do much cause they’re with the team. So instead he makes up an excuse for both of them to leave, and he breaches them to his apartment, where he just smothers her in rough kisses and hi lies cause he’s jealous and wants her to know she’s his! Thank you!! Love your Cisco fics!

Oh my god I did the thiiiiiiiiing. And I love you; thank you so much for reading.

[trashmagines]

All To Myself: Cisco Ramon x Female!Reader

Request: Can i have a Cisco x reader? Maybe they’re secretly dating and their at jitters, and someone flirts with her. Cisco sees and gets really jealous, but can’t do much cause they’re with the team. So instead he makes up an excuse for both of them to leave, and he breaches them to his apartment, where he just smothers her in rough kisses and hi lies cause he’s jealous and wants her to know she’s his! Thank you!! Love your Cisco fics!

TrAshy Says: I love you and I love Cisco and I love this request and I LOVE CISCO. 

A little over 900 words.

Warning(s): Kissing, Cisco being jealous, “You’re mine”

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Cisco wasn’t exactly known for keeping his cool. Sure, he could pretend in front of his friends (though that was getting increasingly harder to do), but watching the current moment play out in front of him had his stomach churning in the most awful way. He grabs his coffee mug for the third time in under two minutes and sips languidly; he needed to calm his nerves before-

“Dude?” Barry spoke a little louder than normal to get Cisco’s attention. “Hm? What?” “Why are you staring at Y/N like that?”

As Cisco tries to stammer out a sufficient lie, Caitlin looks in your direction. You were standing next to the counter where the extra sugar packets were, which was the entire reason you’d gotten up in the first place, but you weren’t alone. A man was next to you and you two were conversing, you now laughing at something he’d said. A murmured comment of ‘he’s handsome’ from Caitlin makes Cisco look toward you just in time to see this rando lightly touch your arm. It was innocent enough and you didn’t seem phased in the slightest, but Cisco’s blood had about reached its boiling point. 

You make your way back to your seat, a bright smile adorning your features as Cisco fights to keep his composure. 

“Who was that?” Caitlin asks as soon as your butt hits the cushion.  “Oh, his name is Alan. Really sweet guy, he asked for my number.” “And? You gave it to him right?” “Nope.”

You sip at your newly sweetened beverage and smile at Caitlin’s frown. 

“But why? Y/N, you’ve turned down at least three dates this week alone!”

You giggle and Cisco thinks it’s one of the purest sounds he’s ever heard you make. Why did you both agree to be in a secret relationship again?

“Seriously Y/N,” Barry chimes in, “You’re smart, funny, attractive; the list could go on and on! I think I’d ask you out if I thought I had a chance.” “And if you weren’t head-over-heels for Iris.” You add. 

You and Caitlin have a pretty good laugh at that, and you’re quick enough to notice a faint blush on Barry’s cheeks. Cisco, however? He’s beyond over it. Random guys flirting with you is one thing, but his best friend doing it -even playfully- pushes Cisco over the edge. He stands abruptly, startling the three of you, then takes your hand in his, gently pulling you to your feet and looking between his two friends.

“I just remembered that Y/N and I have some pipeline stuff to work on. It’s got to be done today so we’ll see you guys back at S.T.A.R. Labs.” 

He leads you out of Jitters, barely letting you wave goodbye, and takes you to an empty alleyway that he then opens a breach in. Before you can ask what on earth is wrong he’s got you in his apartment. His lips are on yours before the breach closes.

The kiss is, for lack of a better word, hot. He’s kissing you like he means it, like he’s got to prove something. Your coffee cup slips out of your hand and onto the floor, but neither of you are that worried about the stain beginning to set into the carpet. You slide your hands up his chest as he settles his on your hips, trying to pull you impossibly closer. When you’re almost out of air you break away from him, and when he tries to pull you back in you shake your head. 

“What’s gotten into you, Cis?” “What, a man can’t kiss his girlfriend?”

The way he emphasizes the world ‘girlfriend’ has you tilting your head, and then everything clicks and you raise an eyebrow. 

“You’re the one that insisted we keep our relationship private, you know.” “I do know, and it was dumb. Why’d you let me talk you into it?”

You scoff at him and lightly smack his arm, but before you can reply with your own witty remark, Cisco has you locked in another kiss. This one is just as searing as the first, your skin set aflame as he begins to trail kisses down your jaw to one side of your neck. 

“Eres mia.” He whispers against your skin before nipping a particularly sensitive spot near your collarbone. You’ve heard him say this phrase before, and you smile as you move his head so that you can look at him. 

“You’re mine too, and if you’re ready to tell the team about us, then so am I. But Cis, you don’t have to be jealous.” “Wha- jealous? I’m not jealous.” “Oh?” You look at him incredulously. “And we’re in your apartment instead of ‘working on the pipeline’, which doesn’t need any work, becaaaause?” 

Cisco doesn’t answer you outright, but you hear him mutter under his breath. He goes back to sucking and biting your skin, trying to leave his mark no doubt, and you laugh to yourself because he’s definitely jealous. You wrap your legs around his waist when he tells you to hop up, and file this under moments you plan to tease him about later. 

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“Where’re Cisco and Y/N?” 

Harry is sipping at his coffee, and his shoulders slightly rise and fall at Barry’s inquiry. 

“I thought you all were together.” “We were, but Cisco said they had to work on the pipeline.” “The pipeline is fine and they’re not here.”

Barry scratches his head and looks at Caitlin. Her expression transitions from thoughtful to realization, and a smile pulls at her lips. 

“Am I missing something?” 

Caitlin turns to Barry, who’s adorably confused, a small laugh bubbling up as she replies. “I think I just figured out why Y/N never accepted any dates.”

[trashmagines]

I'm here to say that you're writing? 10/10. I can't wait to read what else you write 😌❤️

If you want my whole heart just SAY THAT ❤️❤️❤️

Ilysmmmmm.

[trashmagines]

There is Eric and Peter smut out there, but no Four😔 Could you write some straight up Four smut with reader?

Well well well look who made a post (it’s me!).

I hope this is sufficient for all you Four lovers out there (for now). Thank you so much for the request, lovely!

[trashmagines]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Divergent (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Four | Tobias Eaton/Reader Characters: Four | Tobias Eaton Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, There's a teensy bit of plot Summary: Four and reader are in need of some relief (and each other).

Request: There is Eric and Peter smut out there, but no Four😔 Could you write some straight up Four smut with reader?

TrAshy Says: It’s taken me a hella long while, and this isn’t the smuttiest smut, but I hope it’s good enough (for now *insert eye emoji*)

[trashmagines]

Someone also requested Eddie Brock x reader and I'm like 👀