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My Masterlist Requests are CLOSE for NOW: Prompt List Female. 20. I love games, anything related art, science & psychology! Living in the worlds of movies, TV shows & fantasy worlds. Fandoms :supernatural, Marvel,etc.;) 😍💖💕😘

[valsworldofcreativity]

My Masterlist

Silent Heart Break

LOVESTRUCK

Kissed By The Baddest Bidder {KBTBB}

Supernatural

Avengers

A/N :- This is 18+ blog. Not my writing. But the stuff I read & reblog.

A/N 2 :- I do NOT give anyone permission to post my work anywhere.

[justcallmenikki7]

BTS Reaction To: Drunk Mafia BTS

Summary: your mafia boyfriend gets drunk and shows a different side to them.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, crack, alcohol consumption, mean!Namjoon, crying!Jungkook, mentions of sexual undertones, cute but annoying drunk Hoseok, mafia!au (but not really mentioned mafia), emotional Yoongi who needs readers love and reassurance, cute Jimin.

W.C.: 2.4k

Request: hi!! can you do a drunk bts mafia reaction?

Notes: Like I’ve said before, I love Mafia requests.

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[geminijoonie]

Take care of you

Summary: “No I’m a surprise,” you say sounding all sassy and smiling where your cheeks fluff up and you look like a pufferfish and it always gets Namjoon. His eyes are crescents, dimples peeking from his cheeks.

“What would they say if they saw the big bad Kim Namjoon like this?” you ask raising your brow not as good as Namjoon but it gets the job done.

note: Hello, I am back after months with this piece. Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you for reading.

➡Mafia!Namjoon x reader

➡Warnings: 18+, Mentions of sex, reader’s family not letting her eat

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[promptcalender]

‘A hates everyone but B’

A accompanies B to a concert and just stands there with a grumpy expression like a bodyguard while their eyes soften watching B

grumpy in public, super affectionate in private

distrust towards strangers

B is instantly beloved by A’s family

nobody else quite understands because to them it seems like A is just kind of a dickhead

introvert x extrovert

“Can we leave?” murmured into B’s ear every 10 or so minutes when socialising

B actually getting annoyed and exhausted with A's tendencies because sometimes it, by proximity, makes B look like kind of an asshole

[Prompt Calender: June 10th, National Bae Day]

[lleyksie]

black bears ʕ-ᴥ-ʔ

[winding-maze]

"Blackbird" - personal work, inspired by my hometown. Blackbirds are my favourite - they sing so beautifully.

[castielscaplan]

French Braids

Summary: bucky braids his daughter's hair before he has to go away on a mission. [WC 254] [Ao3]

Warnings: fluff with a HINT of angst, OC!Daughter named Kobalt

A/N: originally posted to a very old blog in 2016. located, and am now posting it again after editing it. any mistakes, lmk. Otherwise, please remember to reblog!

The sounds of a child giggling was heard throughout the apartment as the small child ran away from her father. “Oh, come on,” Bucky pleaded, though he was smiling. “Kobalt, come on,” he continued chasing her through the apartment, almost cornering her in the bathroom before she ran between the opening of his legs. He let out a huff of breath before chasing her once more to her bedroom. 

She was jumping excitedly, sticking out her tongue at Bucky. “Daddy, you’re old!” She squealed as he grabbed her by the legs and pinned her to the bed before tickling her sides. “Daddy, daddy! Stop it!” She cried out through her laughter.

“Is Kobalt gonna be good for daddy?” He asked, mock-stern.

She nodded and sat up, turning to face the wall so he could continue fixing her hair in french braids.

“Mamma’s gonna be picking you up after school, okay?” He asked carefully as he pulled the braid tight to her head.

“Are you going away again, daddy?” She asked as she turned to face him, her big brown eyes shining with sadness.

He sighed. He hated disappointing her. “I’ll only be gone a week this time, doll face.”

“Promise?” She asked as she jumped away from the bed and ran to retrieve her schoolbag.

“Promise,” he said as she put her small hand in his. “And when I come back, I’ll take you to Auntie Nat’s, okay?”

She jumped in joy and skipped down the hall once Bucky closed the door behind them.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Thank you for reading!

[lleyksie]

brown bears ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

[writingwithoutconfidence]

Welcome to the June Dialogue & Trope Challenge! (Also my first time ever doing one so forgive me if there's any mistakes)

Each day includes two prompts: ✦ A line of dialogue ✦ A trope

The dialogue and trope won't always seem like they fit together—and that's intentional! The fun is figuring out how to connect them. Maybe the dialogue is spoken by the hero. Maybe it's the villain. Maybe it's a memory, a lie, a prophecy, or something else entirely.

Interpret the prompts however you like: ✦ Any fandom or original characters ✦ Any genre ✦ Any length ✦ Any rating (just tag appropriately) ✦ Mix and match genres, tropes, and settings

If you participate, feel free to tag your work with #JuneDialogueTropeChallenge (long I know) so everyone can find and share each other's creations.

Happy writing!

Text version:

June 1: "Go ahead. Underestimate me." | Found Family June 2: "Don't make me regret saving you." | Kidnapping June 3: "I thought you were dead." | Fake Dating June 4: "Open the door." | Soulmates June 5: "You weren't supposed to hear that." | Friends to Lovers June 6: "Whose blood is that?" | Love Confession June 7: "You lied to me." | Apocalypse June 8: "You should've left me there." | Sacrifice June 9: "You're late." | Possession June 10: "I heard you screaming." | Rivals June 11: "Take my hand." | Betrayal June 12: "I wasn't supposed to survive." | Alternate Universe June 13: "Why are you looking at me like that?" | Chosen One June 14: "How long have you known?" | Monster Hunt June 15: "Trust me." | Doppelgänger June 16: "You shouldn't be here." | Reunion June 17: "I can explain." | Ghosts June 18: "Who did this to you?" | Time Loop June 19: "That's impossible." | Character Study June 20: "Don't touch me." | Prophecy June 21: "I never stopped looking." | Forbidden Magic June 22: "You promised." | Enemies to Lovers June 23: "I remember your voice." | Reunion June 24: "What aren't you telling me?" | Soulmates June 25: "They're lying." | Redemption Arc June 26: "Wait. You're alive?" | Secret Society June 27: "You left me." | Vigilante June 28: "It's not safe after dark." | Haunted House June 29: "Look at me." | Deal With The Devil June 30: "You came back." | Murder Mystery

Have fun!!

[holylulusworld]

One last time

Summary: Tony won’t let you down.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Warnings: shitty father, fluff, caring Tony, fun, romance, implied pregnancy

You told yourself, this was the last time. One last time, you’d give your father the chance to prove that he cares about you.

He let you down so many times in the past that you could fill books with all the tears and heartbreak he caused.

Missed birthdays, graduations, and milestones. This was the last straw. Your wedding with the man picking you up whenever you fell.

“Come on, just call him. We need to know if he got the invitation and wants to show up for you for once,” your fiancé encouraged you. He was the one who always stood by your side and wanted you to have your family with you at your wedding.

“He will come up with yet another excuse,” you sighed deeply. You gave up on your father a long time ago. For years, he did everything in his power to attend every school play, birthday party, or soccer game for his stepdaughter. You were only an afterthought after he remarried.

“If you don’t call him, you’ll never know. I know you went low contact with your father, but give it a try. This is his last chance. He’s family, and you’ll regret it if he doesn’t walk you down the aisle.”

“Fine,” you said, already knowing your father would disappoint you again. “I’ll call him. He won’t come; I know it.”

“We have a backup plan if he screws up,” Tony smirked, making you go weak in the knees. “Jarvis would be over the moon walking you down the aisle.”

“I won’t let one of your suits walk me down the aisle, Tons.” You pouted and sighed again. A little louder this time. “I wouldn’t mind letting Thor do the job.”

“Thor?” Tony hiccupped. “You want the guy smashing everything with his hammer to walk my bride down the aisle?”

“He’s nice and charming,” you pointed out, enjoying. “Or we could ask Steve.”

“Rogers won’t lay a hand on my wife,” Tony quickly said. “I don’t trust the golden boy. He’s hiding something. I know it.”

“Aw, you are so sexy when you’re jealous.” You patted his cheek and chuckled. “I only love you, Tons. You know that. Captain America doesn’t stand a chance against you, baby.”

Tony puffed his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He sighed and kissed the top of your head. “I know you can’t even think of another man. Why taste a burger if you can have a filet mignon?”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you teased and playfully swatted his chest. “Okay. I’ll call him. It’s your fault if he breaks my heart again.”

“I’ll break him down to nothing if he dares to hurt you.” Tony kisses your temple, silently praying that your father won’t let you down for once.

“Hello,” your father huffed into the phone. “What can I do for you?” He sounded annoyed because you dared to call him. “What do you need this time?”

You already regretted calling your father. His annoying tone alone made you angry, but you promised Tony to give it a try. And you hate to disappoint the love of your life.

“Did you get my invitation? I need to know if you want to come. You can bring a plus one too,” you nervously said, clutching Tony’s hand for dear life.

There was a pause at the other end of the line, long enough to make you want to give up. Then he sighed like you were a burden to him. “About that,” he muttered, “I won’t be able to make it.”

You closed your eyes for a second, holding back the scoff that wanted to escape your throat. “You’re missing my wedding,” you murmured. “Why?”

“My hands are tied,” he replied. “Your sister has her engagement party that day, and her mother already booked everything. You know how important this is.”

You laughed bitterly. Of course, he would choose her again. Your father had known your wedding date for months, and somehow your stepsister had still planned her engagement party on the very same day.

“You my wedding date in advance. For months,” you whispered. “I wanted to make sure you’d find the time for me.”

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” your father snapped, making you flinch. “I’m sure you can handle a wedding without me.”

That was it. The last little piece of hope you held onto shattered completely. Your fingers tightened around the phone, but your voice came out calm.

“You know what?” you said. “Don’t worry about it. I think Tony and I will manage just fine without you there. Who needs a father to walk her down the aisle, right?”

You hung up without waiting for a response.

You let out a choked-out sob before the tears came hot and fast. You hated that your father could still do this to you—still make you feel like a child begging for scraps of affection he had never given to you.

Tony pulled you against his chest. He held you tightly, giving you time to tell him what your father said.

“He’s not coming,” you choked out, your words muffled against his shirt. “He chose her engagement party over me. Over our wedding, Tony. I told you so.”

Tony’s arms tightened around you. “Then he’s not welcome in our lives any longer,” he said. “He’s not worth a single tear. I want you to take a deep breath and tell him to get fucked.”

“I didn’t have much hope, you know. But I thought maybe this time would be different.”

“He doesn’t matter, darling. Only you matter to me. I have no one left either. We will celebrate our wedding with our chosen family, okay.” Tony whispered against your cheek, feeling his eyes burn. He wished to take your pain away, but he couldn’t.

Your wedding day arrived with newfound confidence and clarity. You’d never make the mistake of having faith in your father again.

Pepper and Natasha helped you get ready while Wanda checked on the door, refusing to let Tony inside to see you before the ceremony.

“Tony is a disaster,” Natasha informed you. “Happy had to stop him from sneaking into the room at least six times.”

Somehow, these people, your chosen family, made you forget about your absent father. Today, you’d leave the past behind and only allow people who cherished you to stay in your life.

“It’s time,” Wanda said, tapping her watch. “If we let him wait for another minute, he might use force and break into the room.”

You nodded and walked out of the room, your bridesmaid flanking your sides as if you were about to go to war. Well, with the Avengers around, you never knew.

“You look beautiful, my lady.” Thor was quick to offer his arm to you. It was a hard decision whom you wanted to choose to walk you down the aisle. In the end, you chose Thor because he was the eldest among the Avengers. He took the insult coming from Tony with grace, laughing and proudly telling you his age.

“I’m a little nervous,” you murmured, holding tight onto Thor’s arm. “What if Tony hates the dress? What if he panics and runs?”

“If he runs, I’d gladly step in,” Thor casually said while guiding you along the hallways. “I’m sure he’ll be there.” He was quick to add.

When you entered the room, you gasped loudly. Tony was waiting at the far end of the aisle, dressed to the nines to impress you. Tony’s breath caught; he clutched his chest before a smile lit up his whole face.

“She’s going to be the death of me,” he muttered under his breath, but Steve and Bucky heard him. The super-soldiers chuckled, but envied Tony at the same time. They had yet to find their soulmate.

Tony didn’t wait for you to walk down the aisle with Thor. He crossed the distance with steady steps and held out his hand. “May I take it from here?” he asked Thor, furrowing his brows.

The Asgardian chuckled and gave you to Tony, stepping aside to let the two of you have your moment. “May the all-father bless this union.” He said and sat down next to his raven-haired brother. “Behave, and don’t try one of your tricks.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Loki replied, mischief in his eyes. He planned to cause chaos but decided against it. “But we could turn her father into a lizard.”

“I’d support your suggestion,” Thor whispered lowly. Of course, word spread fast. Everyone knew about your father and his refusal to attend your wedding.

Together, you and Tony walked down the aisle. You didn’t miss your father or your stepmother. Your chosen family watched you in awe while you savored every step you took toward a future with Tony.

They tried to hold back tears, but when you reached the end of the aisle and started with your vows, most of the combat-experienced Avengers were sniffling and crying happy tears.

“You never let me fall,” you whispered, squeezing Tony’s hands. “Whenever the world was cruel, you were kind and loving. You made me feel seen after I felt like I’m invisible for all my life. I’m not standing here because I love you.” People gasped before you continued. “I’m standing here because you are my home, my heart, my everything.”

“Wimps,” Loki commented. “Why are they crying?”

“Shush,” Natasha elbowed the trickster. “It’s sweet, and Y/N deserves the best. Her father is a piece of work.”

The rest of the ceremony was sweet, intimate, and full of the kind of love that made your heart flutter. Tony looked at you the whole time. He barely understood a word the officiant said. All he could hear was the beating of his own heart when he looked at you in your wedding dress.

“Yes!” He said, looking at the officiant. “It was my turn, right?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, it was, Tony.”

By the time the officiant pronounced you married, Steve was pretending very hard not to glance at his best friend, Bucky was nervously shifting in his seat, and Thor was crying ugly.

Tony was already kissing you before you exchanged the rings. You didn’t mind at all. Smiling against his lips, you let Tony wrap his arms around you.

Your found family clapped their hands, whistled, or sniffled. Even Loki felt a tug at his heart watching you and Tony exchange rings. “So, she’s Stark’s now?”

“She always was, brother,” Thor said. “Don’t start anything.”

“We really should turn her father into a lizard.” Steve’s words caught Loki off guard. He glanced at the super-soldier, his mouth curving upward. “Let’s have a meeting later, Captain.”

The news of Tony Stark’s wedding spread fast. Your faces were plastered all over New York City and beyond.

It didn’t matter to you. Most of the people already knew you were going to become Tony Stark’s wife. Everyone but a few people.

You came home from your honeymoon glowing, your heart much lighter, and for the first time in years you didn’t care about your father. He was in the past, Tony, and your chosen family were the future.

Then your phone started ringing. An unknown number, followed by emails from an unknown account. You usually ignore messages and calls from unknown accounts. Though they wouldn’t stop.

Around two weeks after you returned from your honeymoon, you finally had enough. Tony was standing behind you when you opened the first message.

I didn’t realize who you were marrying.

“Wow, he has a way with words, huh?” Tony commented to soften the blow. “I would’ve started with, I’m sorry I was a dumbass and didn’t attend your wedding. Or I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“That would have been too much to ask for, Tons,” you said, while cold clarity turned your heart to ice. The man calling himself your father didn’t care that he hurt you. He only cared that Tony Stark was your husband.

“I should’ve allowed Loki to turn him into a lizard,” Tony said. He didn’t joke. If it weren’t against the law to turn people into lizards or to kill people, he’d have your father’s head.

“Don’t waste your energy on him.” You deleted the message, and all the others are waiting for a response. “Can you please block him on everything? I don’t want him to use burner phones or stuff to reach me.”

“Leave this to me.” Tony wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck. “Consider it done. He’ll never bother you again.”

Your silence wasn’t enough. Your father showed up at the Avengers’ tower a week later. He tried to fight with security, demanding to see his daughter.

Tony sighed when he saw him on one of the security screens. He was tempted to allow Loki to turn your father into a bug or worse.

Your husband clenched his jaw, trying to decide what to do with your father when you walked into his office, glancing at the monitor.

“No.”

“Security has it handled. He won’t reach you.” Tony assured you, but you still started to sniffle. “Hey. No tears for that bastard.”

“How dare he come here! What does he think he is?”

 “He’s no one, darling.”

“I will tell him to get lost,” you said, turning to leave.

“Absolutely not,” Tony said.

“I can handle him,” you said, though you struggled not to cry.

Tony came to stand beside you, taking your hand to kiss it. “I know you can,” he murmured. “But you don’t have to do it alone anymore. We are a team. Team Sexy Husband.”

You chuckled and gave Tony a cracked smile. “Alright. We’ll do this together.”

The second your father saw Tony at your side, he put on his best fake smile. He offered a bouquet of pink roses, trying to act like a decent father.

“I just wanted to congratulate you both in person,” he said, thrusting the bouquet toward Tony, not you. “I had no idea. If I’d known… well, ...” Your father stumbled over his words.

“If you had known I was going to marry Tony Stark, not some nobody—or how did your precious stepdaughter call my husband on social media?”

Your father swallowed thickly. “I mean… I would have been there.”

“Wow. When I thought you couldn’t fuck up even worse, you do just that,” you huffed. “You’re not here to say sorry that you missed my wedding. You’re sorry you missed Tony Stark’s wedding.”

Tony watched your father grovel with cold determination. He decided a long time ago to never allow your father to hurt you again.

“You know, Y/N invited you because I asked her to call you. She hoped, against all odds, that you might act like her father on her wedding day,” he said. “You refused. Our wedding happened without you, and so will the rest of our lives. You’ll never see your daughter or,” Tony looked at you, adoration in his eyes when his hand found your middle, “your grandchildren.”

Your father’s eyes flicked between the two of you, realization settling in. “But…she’s my daughter.”

“Then you should have acted like it before you knew I married Tony Stark,” you replied. “Now you’re nothing but a sperm donor to me. Never contact me again, or you and your lovely wife and stepdaughter will hear from my lawyer. Goodbye.”

Tony guided you away from your father, gesturing to security to have him removed. He’ll make sure your father stays out of your life.

Tony could still let Loki take matters into his hands…

[housegoblin]

lifes so hard

[thesweetiepienovels]

“No one is coming to save you.” I disagree ! I believe many people made up of many small moments come to save pieces of you , even if just briefly. The mentor who believed in you . The friend who said they’re proud of you. The family member that makes you laugh . The random person who held the door for you out of nothing but kindness. The teacher who took extra time to help you understand. The person who smiled at you when you walked into a store. The little kid who looks up to you. The person who randomly complimented you. Being “saved” isn’t about being whisked away and all your hardships gone, it’s about the people and things that remind you life is not all hardships, it is kindness, love, gentleness, softness, care, thoughtfulness. It is many moments made up of your lifetime that keeps you going and showing you the world is still beautiful, and will always be. Despite.

[em-iliart]

how this week has felt

[em-iliart]

Prints of these are now up on my inprnt! Link in bio as always and thank you for the lovely comments 🖤

[gatesofminrathous]

there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.

[ao3commentoftheday]

[monstersovka]

🌱 the peacemaker spirit 🌱

the auction takes place here 🍃

[animentality]

[promptcalender]

Soft Caretaking Dialogue

“Are you okay? Come here…”

“No, no, stay down. I’ll handle it.”

“Where were you? I was worried sick.”

“I made you some soup and tea…”

“Ssh… It’s okay…”

“You’ll freeze to death in that. Come, I have a change of clothes for you.”

“You look pale. When’s the last time you ate?”

“The ground doesn’t look very comfortable. Come on, put your head in my lap.”

“You’re freezing. Take my jacket.”

“Stay down, you idiot. You’re done for the day.”

“I got you.”

“Come on, let’s get you in bed.”

“What happened to you? You’re dripping! Did you not dress for the rain?”

“I got you flowers to aid in your recovery.”

“You look good like this. All careless and comfy…”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[Prompt Calender: June 7th, World Caring Day]