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scoonsalicious · 2 months

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Unwanted, Chapter 1: Unarmed, Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: (For this part only) Following the events of CA:CW, Tony Stark has offered Steve Rogers an olive branch of sorts to bring The Avengers back together. You, CTO of Stark Industries and head of Innovation & Technology for the Avengers' Initiative, have your doubts, as you're not quite ready to forgive Captain America for ripping your family apart just yet. Steve had one condition, however, when agreeing to return to the team, one that's going to turn your life upside down and inside out: If he's coming back to join The Avengers, he's bringing his best friend, Bucky Barnes, with him.

Warnings: (For this part only) Language (obviously), minor mention of alcohol, I'm obviously on Team Tony during the CW; don't come for me, awful jokes, minor use of (Y/N). As always, if I missed any, please let me know.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Here's a little preview of Unwanted. In it's current form, it's standing at about 50k words, with about 25k still in editing, and I'm maybe about half done with writing the entire thing? I'm not going to lie, it starts out cute and fluffy, but it's gonna get real angsty and painful. Dear Reader has unresolved emotional trauma and Bucky doesn't understand the importance of boundaries in 21st century relationships. This piece has been my baby for several months now; I really hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you'd like to be added!) @blackhawkfanatic

"You're sure you're cool with this, Boss?" you asked Tony Stark, for what was probably the ten thousandth time in the last hour. The two of you were sitting by yourselves off in a corner of the common area of the Avengers Tower while the rest of your team congregated around the bar, eagerly anticipating the official return of Captain America to the Avengers. That, by itself, would be enough to warrant a gathering of Earth's mightiest heroes, but what had everyone in attendance talking was the fact that Steve Rogers wouldn't be returning alone.

Your billionaire employer sighed and swirled his glass of Laphroaig, the amber liquid sloshing along the sides of the tumbler. "I don't love it, Pocket, but it was Cap's only condition for coming back into the fold, and since Barton, Wilson, and Maximoff all went off the reservation with him, it seemed a small price to pay to get everyone back under one roof." He took a swig of his whiskey and smacked his lips.

You couldn't help but smile at his use of your nickname. Thor had inadvertently given it to you when you first met the God of Thunder years ago, remarking for everyone to hear that you were so small and tiny, he could tuck you into his pocket and abscond away with you to Asgard. Somehow, it stuck. You'd hated it at first; it had felt dismissive and condescending, which of course meant that it soon became the only thing the members of your team called you, but the more they used in their daily lives, the more you actually came to love it. It was a brand new, unique identity that came to embody the person you’d become, and the past you’d worked so hard to put behind you. You were more likely to answer to 'Pocket,' now, than you were your legal name, and you were grateful for it.

"Besides," Tony continued with a shrug, "if letting the Barnes thing go means we get the band back together, I'm willing to be the bigger person about it."

You stared at him, impressed. "Well look at you. When did you get so emotionally evolved?"

"Since Pepper told me I needed to start seeing a therapist or she’d leave me once and for all," he admitted to you with a cheeky wink; you both knew that, though Tony drove his partner, Pepper Potts, absolutely insane sometimes, she loved him far too much to ever walk away from him for good. That didn’t stop the threats, though. Lord knows he tried her patience. In your opinion, the woman was a saint.

Your eyes widened at the revelation and you let out a low whistle of appreciation. "You're going to therapy? Wow. Tony, That's amazing. I'm proud of you."

"Oh please," Tony scoffed, "I have much more important things to do than sit on a couch and spill my feelings. Besides, my secrets are too valuable to divulge to an actual human being. I just trained FRIDAY on therapeutic conversational datasets so she can handle all that psychological mumbo jumbo and then I paired that with BARF's augmented reality-- it's seriously the platinum standard in mental healthcare. No awkward silences or judgmental stares, just pure efficiency. You should try it; it’d do you wonders. And the best part? No copays."

You chuckled as you took a sip of your pineapple and Malibu. "Yeah, okay. That completely tracks for you," you told him with a smile. "So, what did Dr. FRIDAY tell you that got you to change your mind about the Barnes situation?"

Furrows appeared between Tony's eyebrows as he took another sip of whiskey to buy time for collecting his thoughts. There was still so much pain in him where Bucky Barnes was concerned. You'd worked for him in some capacity for nearly fifteen years and you'd never seen him as defeated as he'd been when he got off that Quinjet from Siberia. He'd been bloodied, battered and utterly broken, body and soul. Seeing him like that had shattered you, and you never wanted to live through something like that again.

Tony ran you through his experience with his therapeutic innovation, and you had to admit, it was impressive. The system had helped him realize that Bucky Barnes wasn't responsible for the heinous crimes Hydra had brainwashed him into completing, and so his anger over the death of his parents, while justified, had been misdirected.

"Once I processed that, it was a quick jump to realizing we can't be the best version of the Avengers if we only have half the team at home, and it's innocent people who would pay the price for it. So, when I reached out to Cap and he agreed to come back if I agreed to let him bring Barnes with him, well..." Tony trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his hand toward the where the rest of the team was waiting.

"So, you and Rogers are just, what? Good then? All water under the bridge?" you asked him, mild irritation clouding your voice.

"Oh, absolutely not." Tony took another sip of whiskey. "I can work with him again, and I'm glad to, but we're not going to be braiding each other's hair anytime soon."

"Good," you said, raising your glass in a mock toast to Tony. "I'm not quite ready to forgive him on your behalf just yet." Tony had essentially saved your life when you first met him, and he’d continued to support and guide your career to heights you could have never imagined. You'd started as a systems analyst and mechanical engineer at Stark Industries fresh out of college, and under Tony’s mentorship, it wasn’t long before you found yourself rising to the position of the company’s Chief Technical Officer, second in command only to Pepper, now that Tony had passed on the reins to her. All this happened long before he'd ever brought you in to work with him on the Avengers Initiative, and now you spent the majority of your time heading up their Technology and Innovation Department, as well.

Any kind of healthy respect you might have had for your boss had died out a long, long time ago, because Tony Stark was Tony Stark, but now he was just Tony-- more like an annoying older brother you loved dearly, whose name just happened to be on your paychecks. You owed him everything and that had earned him your unwavering loyalty. You'd follow him to hell and back again if he asked it of you, though he knew he’d never have to; you’d be paving the path there right alongside him.

The sound of laughter made its way across to you from the other side of the room and you felt warmth at the sound-- everyone, together again and happy. Just a few short months ago, you never would have been able to imagine the scene before you, not after the fight in Berlin and its brutal aftermath. You had thought for sure that this little family you'd found yourself in the middle of had been destroyed beyond repair.

So, you might have had your own reasons to be pissed at Steve Rogers.

"What's Barnes like?" you asked Tony. Having only ever glimpsed him from a distance, or from behind a computer monitor, you'd utilized all the resources at your disposal to dig up as much information on the Winter Soldier as possible, but even your skills hadn't been able to get you what simply didn't exist. "You know I don't like unknown quantities."

Tony seemed to think for a moment. "You mean, aside from being a brainwashed, murderous assassin?"

"Tony," you chastised. You knew that Barnes had spent a good deal of time in Wakanda before coming home to New York, working on having the words that triggered his homicidal alter-ego neutralized. Rogers may not always acted rationally when it came to making decisions about his oldest friend, but you were sure he wouldn’t be bringing Barnes back to the Tower if he posed a serious danger to the rest of you. Right?

"Fine," Tony said, with a typical exaggerated sigh. "Aside from being a former brainwashed, murderous assassin; better?" You rolled your eyes but nodded. "Don't really know, didn't care enough to ask. I'll be happy as long as he doesn't start murdering us all in our sleep. Cap vouches for him, so that counts for something. Maybe not as much as it did once upon a time, but something. But T’Challa seems to think he’s harmless enough now, so that’s good enough for me."

You nodded, taking another sip of your pineapple and Malibu, then leaned back, pensive. "Oh, God," you said after a moment of thought, sitting up in alarm. "You don't think it’s going to be like having an entire extra Rogers around, do you? All '40s morality and emotional repression? Because I am so over having him police my language." It wasn't that you had anything against Captain America as an Avenger, but there was only so much of the Boy Scout act you could take before you started getting nauseous. And okay, fine, you weren't too proud to admit it-- there was a not-so-small part of you that still hadn't forgiven him for what you saw as his blatant betrayal of Tony when he refused to sign the Accords. You'd promised to play nice, though, for the sake of your family, but your personal relationship with The Star-Spangled Man had taken heavy damage since Berlin.

Tony chuckled. "As if you'd ever let Cap's presence keep you from a good profanity. I should put out a swear jar. We could fund that crisis algorithm project of yours off your mouth alone."

"Fuck you, Tony," you uttered with a chuckle, fully aware that he had your number. You never met a four-letter word you didn’t fall immediately in love with.

"And look at that," Tony said with a smirk, "I just made another dollar. Hey FRIDAY, open up a new savings account and deposit a dollar into every time Pocket has a potty mouth."

"On it, Boss," the AI replied cheerfully.

You swore at Tony a few more times for good measure. "I fully intend to financially bleed you dry now, asshole."

"Oh no, I'm shaking in my custom Tom Ford's," Tony mockingly bemoaned, putting his feet, enclosed in the aforementioned ridiculously expensive loafers, up on the coffee table.

Raised voices from the other side of the room caught your attention. You stood up and craned your neck, trying to see what had caused the commotion. "I think they're here, Boss," you said.

"Alright," Tony said, standing up and putting an arm around your shoulder, "big smiles, kiddo. Remember, we're supposed to be happy about this." You suppressed a chuckle as you watched Rogers present Bucky Barnes to the rest of the team. Everyone was welcoming; you wouldn’t have expected any less, but as you watched their body language, the only word that came to mind was guarded. And you completely understood; The Winter Soldier’s reputation had preceded him, after all. There were hugs for Rogers, of course, but no one made any attempt to reach out to his friend.

Despite your overall annoyance with Rogers, you couldn't help but feel some degree of happiness for the giant oaf. When you'd been assigned on a mission with him (which happened fairly frequently, as he was so pathetically abysmal with anything having to do with technology) and ended up having to hole up in a safehouse for an extra couple of days while waiting for extraction, he'd started opening up to you about James Buchanan Barnes, and the reminiscing had made him so happy, you encouraged Steve to tell you everything about this Bucky. After that, the trouble was getting Rogers to stop telling his Bucky stories. If he wasn't sharing tales about growing up with his best friend during the Great Depression and all the absolute mischief they got into, he was sharing war stories of their time together with the Howling Commandos. He'd even shared his grief with you– how painful it had been to watch Barnes fall from that train and the guilt he carried for not being able to save him. He’d confessed to you once that, when he went into the ice, fully prepared to die, there was a part of him that was relieved to be reunited with Barnes in the next life, and waking up some 70 years later to a world where he was still alive but Bucky was still gone had broken his heart all over again. And yet, here they were– together in the next life, after all. If you were a different kind of person, you’d say it was a goddamn miracle.

Because of the way Rogers described his best friend in those old stories, you were expecting Bucky Barnes to come swaggering along next to him, with a cocksure tilt to his head and a panty-dropping smirk playing along his lips, but the man who accompanied Steve was the furthest thing from that.

He shuffled behind Rogers slowly, looking at the floor and avoiding making eye contact with anyone else from the team. His hair hung long and limp, curtaining off his face as though it were a protective barrier. Though, if it was keeping him away from everyone else, or everyone else away from him, you couldn't be sure. He was much thinner than you'd anticipated, especially for a super soldier– though still extremely muscular, giving you the impression that it had been a long time since he'd let himself indulge in anything more than the bare minimum amount of calories he needed for survival. Tilting your head, you tried to steal a glance at his infamous metal arm, the thing of legends that had turned him from a run-of-the-mill assassin into the stuff of waking nightmares.

But the sleeve of his jacket hung limp, only empty space where the appendage should have been.

Curious. He'd come to Tony Stark's home unarmed. Your hand flew to your mouth to try and stop the uncontrollable snicker that broke loose at your own stupid joke. Tony elbowed you gently in the ribs to shut you up, and you hoped you were too far away and the others too distracted by Steve's introductions to notice you, but that thought flew right out the window when Bucky Barnes' head snapped up at the sound, his eyes locking onto yours from across the room.

"Holy shit," you breathed, knowing another dollar would go into Tony's digital swear jar, but damn if the man didn't have the most striking blue eyes you had ever seen. There were dark circles under them, and he looked incredibly tired, yeah, but they were beautiful. You didn't mean to stare, but you found you couldn't look away, either, and so the two of you were locked into some sort of impromptu staring contest. The longer you looked at him, the more you could sense an overwhelming sadness coming from him, as well as a level of wariness at being in a room full of strangers. It was almost overwhelming.

But then, just as suddenly as it began, the spell was broken. Blinking once, Bucky looked away and you felt the tension vanish from between you.

"What was that about?" Tony asked you in a low singsong voice.

"I have no idea," you answered, honestly. There had been so much pain and loneliness in his eyes. You'd seen eyes like that before, when you were younger and looked at your own reflection in the mirror following a scalding shower with your skin scrubbed raw and bloody. You suppressed a shiver.

Finally, Steve managed to disengage himself and Bucky from the other Avengers and began making his way toward you and Tony. Up close, you were struck by how tall Bucky was. He had to be at least a foot taller than you, if not more. And God, he was handsome. Granted, in a kind of heroin-chic sort of way, but still. A couple of good nights' sleep, a few good meals, some light personal grooming, and... well, there was a very good chance you were going to be in trouble once he got his shit together, that was for sure.

"And Buck," Steve was saying, drawing you out of your ogling, "This is our resident computer genius, Pocket (Y/L/N). You ever need help with anything technology-related, she's your girl."

"A bit of an over-simplified version, Rogers," you said, sticking your hand out to shake Bucky’s, "but yeah, that about covers it."

Bucky looked at you, then down at your hand, making no move to take it.

"What the hell kind of name is Pocket?" he asked, voice rough as though he hadn’t been using it a lot. Pulling your hand back, you shot him an annoyed glare.

"I don't know," you oozed back sarcastically. "What the hell kind of name is Bucky?"

"It's his nickname, Pocket," Steve supplied helpfully, though not without a trace of confusion. You gave him an annoyed, pointed look.

"No shit, Rogers." You turned back to Bucky and spoke slowly, as if to a child. "So, what do you think Pocket is, then?"

"Oh," said Bucky, catching on. The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. "Gotcha; m'sorry about that. My manners are rusty from a severe lack of use."

You didn't mean it, but your mouth curved up into a hint of a smile, too. And then, almost as if you couldn't stop yourself from doing it, you found yourself saying "I see you've arrived unarmed."

There was a long, heavy beat of silence as Steve and Tony stared at you, mouths slightly agape, and you wondered if you'd made a critical error. You were just about to punch yourself in the face and claim you had a concussion and therefore couldn't be held responsible for what you said when Bucky burst into laughter.

It was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard, and it was contagious. Through your own laughter, you risked a glance up at Steve. He was looking back and forth between you and Bucky, an indiscernible look in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since he'd heard his best friend laugh. Hell, you wondered how long it had been since Bucky Barnes had laughed at all.

"Pocket," Tony groaned, palming his face, "that was truly terrible, even for you."

"I'm sorry," you said, trying to catch your breath through your burst of giggles. "It just slipped out-- I couldn’t help it. You know once these things come into my head, they just bounce around in there until they fall out. I didn't mean it."

Steve smiled at you. "So that's what you were snickering at," he said, amused. Damn that enhanced super soldier hearing. Rogers didn't need to be so nosy with it.

You shrugged. "What can I say? Bad jokes are my superpower. Don't be jealous that all you got was super strength and a six pack, Rogers."

Bucky laughed again, then nudged Steve playfully with his elbow. "I like this one, Stevie," he said. "She's funny."

You weren't sure why, exactly, but something in Bucky's words turned your insides into a warm puddle of goo.

Oh, you were going to be in trouble, indeed.

Next Part ->

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philipkindreddickhead · 12 days

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100 Fiction Books to Read Before You Die

The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri

The Book of Margery Kempe by Margery Kempe

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

A Small Place by Jamaica Kincaid

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver

The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Sparks

The Girl by Meridel Le Sueur

The Kitchen God's Wife by Amy Tan

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver

Veronica by Mary Gaitskill

Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

Kindred by Octavia Butler

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

Passing by Nella Larson

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather

Play it as it Lays by Joan Didion

The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende

Wuthering Heights Emily Bronte

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

White Teeth by Zadie Smith

The Power by Naomi Alderman

The Street by Ann Petry

The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton

Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskill

An American Marriage by Tayari Jones

Small Island by Andrea Levy

The Idiot by Elif Batuman

The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton

The Price of Salt/Carol by Patricia Highsmith

Room by Emma Donoghue

The Sea, The Sea by Iris Murdoch

Garden of Earthly Delights by Joyce Carol Oates

Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys

Wise Blood by Flannery O Conner

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsey

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys

Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand

The Awakening by Kate Chopin

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

House of Incest by Anaïs Nin

The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

Corregidora by Gayl Jones

Whose Names are Unknown by Sanora Babb

Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood

See Now Then by Jamaica Kincaid

The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri

Beloved by Toni Morrison

The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver

The Ministry of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

My Antonia by Willa Cather

Democracy by Joan Didion

Black Water by Joyce Carol Oates

The Violent Bear it Away by Flannery O Connor

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

I Must Betray You be Ruta Sepetys

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

The Mare by Mary Gaitskill

City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

Fledgling by Octavia Butler

A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin

The First Bad Man by Miranda July

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Moses, Man of the Mountain by Zora Neale Hurston

Disobedience by Naomi Alderman

Quicksand by Nella Larsen

The Narrows by Ann Petry

The Blood of Others by Simone de Beauvoir

Under the Sea by Rachel Carson

Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee

Under the Net by Iris Murdoch

The Birdcatcher by Gayl Jones

Desert of the Heart by Jane Rule

In the Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez

The Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa

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#fiction #100 books to read before you die

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bethanydelleman · 4 months

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New Year's Resolutions for Jane Austen Characters (mid-novel) Part 2

George Wickham: Marry a heiress. Stop gambling lol, as if, that's what marrying the heiress is for.

Lady Catherine: Convince Darcy to follow through with his duty and honour of marrying my daughter Anne. Learn pianoforte

William Collins: Continue in the esteem of my patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh in order to secure additional livings. My wonderful partner in life joins me in this goal.

Charlotte Collins: Convince husband to spend as much time in the garden as possible. Secure extra livings in order to gain more Mr. Collins-free time.

Georgiana Darcy: Practice harp at 10am sharp every day until fingering improves

Mrs. Jennings: Marry off every eligible girl within sight, beginning with the Miss Dashwoods.

Fanny Dashwood: 1. Suck up to mom to secure inheritance 2. Keep Edward & Elinor apart at all costs, 3. Hang out with this Steele girl to make Elinor jealous

John Willoughby: 1. Marry an heiress before my entire life explodes 2. Worm my way back into Mrs. Smith's good graces. 3. Marianne???

Sir John Middleton: 1. Go hunting 2. Host parties and balls 3. Make sure my tenants in Barton cottage are happy (Not actually goals, just what he does anyway)

Lady Middleton: Maintain the propriety of my great house and title while spoiling my children

John Thorpe: 1. Marry that rich heiress I so cleverly secured 2. Buy and sell horses for extravagant prices 3. Attend Belle & James's wedding (If I have time)

Isabella Thorpe: ❤️❤️❤️ Marry Captain Frederick Tilney ❤️❤️❤️

Jane Fairfax: *hands back the paper blank and blushes*

Frank Churchill: MARRY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JANE FAIRFAX um, some girl I know. Don't tell my aunt, please

Mr. Elton & Mrs. Elton: keep being the hottest couple in Highbury *high five*

Dr. Grant: Eat a lot of yummy dinners (same goal since he was born)

Julia Bertram: Catch a better husband than Maria Keep partying with Maria

Mrs. Price: hire better servants, have Rebecca fix that carpet... I really have the worst servants in Portsmouth, it's a tragedy... (we cut off her complaints here)

William Price: MAKE LIEUTENANT

Sir Thomas: Finally figure out how to make Tom stay at home and do his duty as the eldest son. All the other kids are doing very well so I have nothing to improve there.

Sir Walter: There is nothing I would ever change about the amazing person that is myself.

Elizabeth Elliot: Marry Mr. Elliot and reestablish myself as the mistress of Kellynch

Lady Russell: encourage Anne to marry Mr. Elliot, read all new poetry publications

Mr. Elliot: Keep Sir Walter from marrying that vile seductress so I stay in the line of succession

Mrs. Clay: Marry Sir Walter, at all costs

Part 1

#jane austen #mansfield park #pride and prejudice #northanger abbey #sense and sensibility #persuasion #emma #happy new years #new years resolution

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spilladabalia · 10 months

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spicyspiders · 1 year

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Masterlist

If the character's name is hyperlinked, that means I have written for them. If it is not, that means I have not written for them yet, but plan to.

Call of Duty

Alejandro

Gaz

Ghost

John Price

Konig

Phillip Graves

Rodolfo

Soap

Batman

Jonathan Kent

Roman Sionis

Vigilante

Five Nights at Freddy's Movie

Mike Schmidt

Jujutsu Kaisen

Geto

Gojo

Nanami

Toji

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Druig

Ikaris

Miguel O'Hara

Pietro Maximoff

Matt Murdock

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Steve Rogers

Johnny Storm

Mortal Kombat

Johnny Cage

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

Scream

Corey Cunningham

Star Wars

Kylo Ren

Stranger Things

001

Enzo

Eddie Munson

Jason Carver

Steve Harrington

The Sandman

Morpheus

Wednesday

Tyler Galpin

Other Characters:

Alex Summers

Clint Barton

Din Djarin

Hank McCoy

Javi Pena

John Constantine

Roberto Da Costa

Scott Summers

Stephen Strange

Thor

#x male reader

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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“ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ.” | ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Bucky Barnes x Barton!Reader (Phoenix)

summary: Usually, Bucky would pick her up wherever she is, but today, with a night out with some of her fellow Avengers (and her brother), it wasn’t possible that her secret boyfriend could come and pick her up, would it?

word count: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, slightly drunk reader, more fluff, some curse words, Clint as the best brother in the world, we're ignoring Infinity War and Endgame for this one bye

author’s note: I need more Bucky writings in my life, so here is one.

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“So, [Y/N],” Natasha started while stirring her drink with the colorful straw accompanying the alcoholic beverage. The addressed looked up, almost unsure if she really wanted to know what the redhead tried to get out of her. “What’s the tea with that secret boyfriend of yours?” The woman choked on the portion of the very unnatural blue and purple drink she nursed for not that long, and Wanda next to her softly patted her upper back to get the drops of alcohol out of her friend's airways while she coughed violently.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nat,” [Y/N] answered after a few seconds to catch her breath again. The redhead smiled knowingly and nodded slowly. “Of course not, sweets.” Wanda next to her, chuckled behind her glass of something resembling a Raspberry Martini, but [Y/N] wasn’t sure if that was her drink of choice during this round or the last one… or the one before. “Remember, I can read minds,” the witch chuckled further, and the younger Barton looked at her other friend with wide eyes; her pupils were blown wide due to the alcohol and the rush of fear pulsing through her veins now.

But Wanda took one of her hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, [Y/N/N]. I promise.” And [Y/N] knew her promise was more solid than a brick wall. That’s why she mumbled a Thanks, Wanda, before taking another sip through that obnoxious straw the bartender had chosen for the Avenger.

“What happened in your life the last few weeks, GI Joe? Need to keep me updated with all the back-to-back missions I had.” Clint had chosen the perfect moment to speak up from the other end of the table the group - consisting of Wanda, Nat, Clint, Scott, and herself - occupied ever since entering their preferred bar for such night outs of the compound. Few people would dare to talk to them to get a photo or autograph, the prices were reasonable, and the bartender tended to give them a free round somewhere along the night.

Rolling her eyes at that horrible nickname she had gained after enlisting for the US Army before transferring to the Navy, she showed Clint the finger. “I love you, Katniss, but suck my nonexisting dick.” The older Barton grinned like the proud big brother he was while Scott clapped his hands together and pointed in her direction. “Katniss Everdeen! That’s a great nickname, even better than Legolas. I will save that for later.”

After that, the group started to talk again instead of the pairs or small groups that had formed in the past 45 minutes, and [Y/N] finally had some alone time to take her phone out. The popping-up messages made her smile like a damn teenager, but she couldn’t control her facial expressions under the influence of alcohol, and she didn’t mind that. Her brain was too far gone for her own good.

I hope you’re having a great night, doll.

The nickname, even though he didn’t stand in front of her and said it out loud, made her heart race and her stomach flutter.

I have but I wish you could pick me up as always.

She didn’t need to wait long for another message.

I can come if you want.

An almost sad smile etched itself on her lips while typing another text.

Nah, it’s okay. I

I need more time

More like she evaded the inevitable conversation with her overprotective brother, who never could wrap his mind around the fact that his little sister was all grown up by now. She saved the world, for fucks sake, she was grown-up than others her age! But the stubborn moron on the other side of the table was too deep in his mind to see it - even though it was clear as day for everyone around him to see.

But the one Avenger who never missed was too blind to see what was right in front of him. Well, at least she thought he was.

He will come around. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he’ll try to strangle me. First Bucky, then me. This will end in a disaster. Her thoughts tried to spiral into the abyss of anxiety and bottomless fear.

The only thing that pulled her out of this vicious circle was the vibration of her phone, and [Y/N] took another look at it. The new text instantly soothed her overworking mind, which had difficulties coming to terms with the situation it found itself in. In her defense, [Y/N] never had intended to fall in love with the brooding brunette with the troubled past, but after melting his exterior consisting of ice walls and mean stares, she had found a lost soul within a strange century who just wanted to feel at home. And she was more than willing to show Bucky all the love, happiness, and genuine companionship she had to offer (which was a lot).

I love you.

Bucky seemingly always knew when her mind had trouble keeping itself in check - one of the many things she loved about her super soldier.

From across the table, Clint watched his sister with a gentle expression in his eyes and knew that she was taken care of even if he wasn’t there himself and even though he was fully aware that she could handle herself pretty good. Nonetheless, it was his mission to make sure she was alright. Mainly because he would never be allowed in the comfort of his bed, his wife next to him, again if something would happen to the younger Barton - Laura had made sure that he understood that clearly.

;

Giggling, [Y/N] hung between Clint and Scott while the trio walked out of the bar, Wanda and Nat close behind. “‘s not true! ‘m fully sober.” And with that, another fit of giggles erupted from the sunshine of the Avengers. The group grinned, even though the alcohol most definitely affected everyone, but the young Barton never had a high alcohol tolerance, to begin with. “Sure thing, munchkin,” her brother laughed as he pushed the last door open and released them into the warm summer night.

[Y/N] started to hit his shoulder but failed to maneuver her hand in the right direction. “I can walk a straight line if I have to! Mhm! Y’know why?” Scott patted her head as she tried to find the words. “You can definitely walk a straight line, Phoenix,” Ant-Man assured her, but she wanted to try it, so she pushed both men off her and steadied herself with outstretched hands. “‘m good! Alrighty! Conquering the world!” Taking several steps, she obviously didn’t walk straight and swayed in the direction of a street lamp on which she clung herself with both arms wrapped around the cool metal.

“‘m not drunk! Jus’ need a break of conquering.” [Y/N] really wanted to believe it herself, although her brain couldn’t comprehend her surroundings clearly anymore. And clinging to a street lamp post seemed like the best idea she had this entire evening. “You’re not drunk. We get it,” a new voice spoke up, and blinking, she raised her head off the chill metal post and looked in the vague direction the voice came from.

Bucky was standing next to his bike, her personal helmet already laying on the seat, a smirk displayed on his devilishly handsome face. A grin started to grow on her own face, and without thinking or considering her current state, the fearless (and sometimes reckless) Phoenix let go of the street lamp and started to run. Well, she attempted to run. In reality, it was more like a stumbling walk of shame she hopefully would never gain any memories about.

“Buckyyyyyyyy,” she greeted her secret boyfriend while jumping - falling - into his arms and wrapping her legs around his slender waist. His strong arms provided stability and security, with one of his arms under her bum and the other softly but tightly snaked around her waist to hold her as close as possible. [Y/N] peppered loving kisses all over his face and giggled at the feeling of his dark stubbles tickling her soft cheeks and lips. The super soldier closed his eyes for just a moment to relish in the feeling the woman in his arms always let him feel. The warmth spread from his heart to every single bone and muscle, and instantly, Bucky felt at home and at ease.

Gently, the brunette pressed his lips against her cheek and nuzzled his face against hers. “Hey, doll,” the man mumbled, the soft lips of his girlfriend already on his.

A cleared throat behind [Y/N]’s back reminded the woman of the small group she was with, and awkwardly, she climbed off Bucky but steadied herself on his arm. Focusing her eyes on everyone standing there, Phoenix felt the blood rushing into her cheeks and face, and she awkwardly cleared her throat as well. “So… Shit.”

Bucky tucked his best girl into his side, flesh arm around her slender shoulders and metal hand casually pushed into the pocket of the leather jacket he exclusively wore when riding his bike. Not because he needed the protection but because [Y/N] had let slipped how hot it made him look - even hotter than usual. And he loved how she looked at him when stopping in front of her to pick her up.

Nat looked very pleased, Wanda showed a soft smile, Scott was just confused as hell, and Clint… well. “Why aren’t y’surprised?!” His younger sister almost shouted, and the older Barton shrugged nonchalantly after throwing the bag strap over his shoulder. “Because I knew since that one mission in Manila,” he answered and taking out his phone to call an Uber for everyone. Blinking rapidly, [Y/N] did the math in her brain, and suddenly, her mouth was agape. “Tha’ mission was three months ago!”

Clint smirked while Bucky pressed a kiss on top of her head. “He was the one who texted me,” the soldier told his girlfriend, and now, everything seemed upside down. Looking from one man to the other, [Y/N] threw her hands up in the air. “Y’gonna kill me someday. Both of ya’!” With an exasperated sigh, the woman pressed her forehead against Bucky’s strong chest.

“Whatever.” Clint put his phone back into his jeans pocket. “Just promise me you’ll be safe and use protection and all that shit because I’m way too young to be the fun uncle. Have all my hands full with my own lot, don’t need another little one running around.” Showing him the finger again, [Y/N] turned to Bucky, pulled him down, and kissed him for everyone to see.

His arms instantly wrapped themselves around her waist, one hand softly resting on her lower back. He kissed her with all he had because she didn’t deserve less. Not with all the love and genuine devotion and adoration she treated and showed him constantly, even through the tiniest of gestures.

“Told you they are a thing,” Nat’s very pleased voice traveled over the busy New York street and sidewalk. Scott hummed and scratched his head. “Explains the overprotectiveness of Brooding Boy during missions. Everything makes sense now! Wow. Can’t wait for the mini soldiers running around. Imagine how cute they would be!” Grinning, he climbed into the already waiting Uber while Nat and Wanda laughed at the expression on Clint’s face. “Mini-what?! Nope, no, nothing of that sort will happen any time soon, Scott! Stop talking about it - that’s my baby sister!”

[Y/N] grinned as the small group minus her settled into the car - the Uber driver probably will have a heart attack or will hyperventilate after a look on his backseat - and let Bucky escort her to his trusty bike.

“He texted ya?” She asked softly while the Barnes took her helmet and gently put it on her head. He closed the clasp under her chin after nudging it up with his finger and pressed a kiss onto the corner of her mouth before straightening his posture again. “He did. Told me you looked a bit crushed towards the end, and you know how things work.” With an arm around her waist, Bucky pulled her close for another time and nuzzled his nose against hers. “I will always pick you up, doll, because it makes you happy, and it makes me feel a bit better. Less time for me to worry about’ya.”

Grinning up to him with that blissful grin due to the alcohol and all the endorphins rushing through her system, [Y/N] couldn’t comprehend her luck in life. “Y’are the best that could ever happen to lil ol’ me, James Barnes,” she whispered lovingly and kissed his knuckles, both flesh, and metal. Bucky grinned down at the woman he had sworn to love and protect whatever it might cost and couldn’t believe his luck. Ever since joining the Avengers and meeting this woman, his life had taken a turn for the better part.

“I have to say that, doll, so keep your pretty mouth shut and let me help you up there.” One last kiss to her nose tip, and Bucky grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the second seat on his bike as if she weighed nothing. Her drunk but happy giggle was the most adorable thing he had ever heard in his long life, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Getting onto the bike with her already behind him was an easy task by now. Immediately, the super soldier felt two arms wrapping themselves around his waist and a chest tightly pressed against his back. [Y/N]’s legs were securely tucked behind his own, and no piece of paper would fit between these two.

Throwing her a look over his shoulder, Bucky brushed his metal thumb over her knuckles. “Ready, little koala?” She nodded and put her chin on top of his right shoulder. “Always.”

And with that, the bike with the two Avengers awoke to life and sped over the nightly New Yorker streets.

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Thanks for reading, wonderful human! Comments, reblogs, and likes are, as always, much appreciated <3

If you have some ideas for more Bucky stuff, please send some asks in, and I will take a look into it!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes x barton!reader

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droppingthesoap-n-cleaninghouse · 7 months

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Just getting into soapghost and idk where to get started? Do you have any recommendations or suggestions in general for cod i also dont have a game system besides a switch

oh man, okay, so! i want to preface this whole thing with: i have never played a cod game.

these two started popping up on my dash on tiktok, and then i hit up the tags on tumblr, and then next thing i knew i was making a whole ass other twitter specifically so i could thirst over US military propaganda

if you’re still with me anon, i will gladly rec some stuff! i’ve put all that below a readmore so i don’t fuck up anyone’s day with what will be a very long post lol

Recs below!

Tumblr blogs i HIGHLY recommend you follow: @cod-dump (some incorrect quotes type things, fics, and more!) @grimmzee (really cool comics!) @rusticfurnace (amazing art) @starrynights-and-rainyfandoms (super fun, incorrect quotes type stuff) @spectralarchers (i love everything they write, originally started following them bc they write a great clint barton, theyre currently doing this insanely cool "ghost is the fallen god of death" type story which is so fucking cool)

Awesome people on Twitter you should check out (just remove the space after the @): @ silli__lilli @ witchmeetsevil @ KhybersKrave @ ohh_ellie @ puppyghcst @ QueenieBGalore @ burningsou1 @ coshie

These are some of the ones i follow, it's an awesome mix of fics, art, headcannons, all of it.

Fic Recs:

fucking hot, Soap/Ghost, eventual Soap/Ghost/Price. Featuring Soap's daddy issues. which, like, same bro same

also just like insanely hot, soap gets called a dog and he's really into it.

this one is a series, and it does get kinda dark ngl. ghost is kinda fucked up in the head but soap is too so it's all good. definitely some under negotiated kink, heavily features ghost's inner monologue.

this is just porn tbh but it's SO good. and there's art to go with it!

this is an AU, but hear me out. it's a really good Pacific Rim AU. Soapghost, drift compatibility, what more could you want!

also a bit of an AU, it's a shifter AU. awesome story, super hot, my fave out of this one is The Price of Longing

hope this helps anon, i'm glad you asked!

#soapghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #call of duty #captain john price #mw2

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Rachel Barton, Uncovering Valuable Legacy

Cedille Records CDR 90000 214 This album, largely a re-release of Barton’s groundbreaking recording of 1987 without the Violin Concerto No. 4 in D Major by CHEVALIER J.J.O. DE MEUDE-MONPAS (FL. C. 1786) but with the wonderful addition of Florence Price’s Second Violin Concerto of 1952. That alone is worth the price of this disc. Rachel Barton Rachel Barton Pine who made her debut at age 10…

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#Aaron Rosand #black composers #CHEVALIER DE SAINT-GEORGES #Classical Music #Composers #Daniel Hege #Encore Chamber Orchestra #Florence Price #Jonathon Heyward #JOSÉ WHITE LAFITTE #JOSEPH BOLOGNE #Music #Paul Freeman #Rachel Barton #Royal Scottish National Orchestra #Samuel Coleridge-Taylor #violin

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Family is everything

Hello my darlings i am back!! this particular story is for the lovely @livesinfantasyland so this is my apology to you!

Trigger warnings: warm and fuzzy feelings, angst, saucy feelings and irritations at yours truly

Word count: 1k

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

You hated family get-togethers more than anything. Sure you got to see your mom, dad and siblings but that wasn't what made you dread them, not even your mom’s brother whom you rarely see and stopped calling your uncle when you were 15. No no no, it was much worse, it was your fathers best friend that he had met in the military, someone who has known you all your life, someone who not even 30 minutes ago had you cumming in your childhood bedroom, with the pink walls and white frilly covers on your full size bed, because you wore a short dress to the cook out and he didn't like it, that was the man you dreaded to see in a public setting

Captain . Logan. Fucking. Syverson.

That smug mother fucker with his texan drawl, over there sipping a beer with dad,running his hand down his face, his distinctive hand tattoo with some bite marks glaring back at me, like his face wasnt just buried in my pussy while i bit down on that hand to prevent my screams from escaping. I mean sure with him i have absolutely no problem if he text me “ STFUATTDLAGG”

And I do, no questions asked, like Daddys good little whore, but seeing him at family gatherings or out in public when I am with mom or dad is the bane of my existence. That man damn well knows the effect he has over me and knows i don't control my facial expressions or my mouth all that well, which is why his spreader bar and i have are the best of friends most times. He says I look pretty with my anklets. So you know what I did, I got one of those anklets that have to be welded on much like the bracelets. The look on his face was priceless. My ass was red hours later but totally worth it. I was grinning like the cat who ate the canary, while my mom asked me all sorts of questions about it. My father shook his head and Sy just drawled “Kids will be kids you know” but that wink he gave me while he took a long sip of his beer told me that I was indeed in deep shit, and I loved it.

So that is our game, I find new ways to disobey him and I get punished and I love it. Before I get too far ahead of myself, I probably should explain how I ended up in this situation in the first place and how I ended up with my dad’s best friend being my dom. It's a classic situation of the wrong place at the wrong time. I was out in LA visiting an old friend and Sy was out here for work so my parents felt comfortable letting me go. I lied to his face when I said I was staying in for the night, total bullshit lies but how can you tell someone whom you've known forever that you were going to check out a sex club and put yourself up on the auction block?

Well you don't so you lie like your life depends on it. So here I am drinking a fruity cocktail at the bar waiting for my name to be called. My best friends Ed and Jill were here with me. After all this was her idea and Ed just came along for the ride “Come on’ she said “Lighten up, it's not like you're selling yourself, you are offering up an hour of your time and you get a percentage off your final price'' she wiggled her eyebrows at me. I pulled at my black mini dress “You look hot” Ed said when he was done ogling this drop dead gorgeous male waiter that just walked by, Ed always knew how to pick them. The good looking ones that will break your heart. Syverson included. The club was buzzing with more activity than usual.

“What's all the fuss about?” I mused out loud. “The boss man is here” a deep barton voice said behind me, causing me to jump. It was the bartender, a sneaky bastard. Placing a hand on my chest, he threw a white towel over his shoulder and gave me a wink before walking away. Jill and Ed were in some kind of debate when a woman dressed in all black with red heels approached me “ Ms. Harlowe?” I nodded, setting my empty glass on the bar, “If you would follow me, you are to be called next” I gulped and followed after her. Jill and Ed gave me a thumbs up as I walked away.

As we walked through the smoky lounge I felt as if ice water was spilled down the back of my neck and down my spine. I looked around to see if I could pinpoint the culprit but it was too crowded to even begin to figure it out. That feeling followed me all the way up to the stage, where the woman rattled off some of the basic rules which I wasn't listening to. I was too busy looking out at the crowd. I spotted Ed and Jill towards the back and the butterflies in my stomach settled but i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me from one of those dark corners

“Now Ladies and gentlemen, our last bid for the evening is the lovely, this stunning briar rose, Aurora Harlowe'' swallowing the lump in my throat i made my way into the spotlight and looked around the room, men had sat up straight, specifically one gentlemen in the back, i could only see from his chest down, he had an empty tumblr in his hand that i thought was going to break since he was squeezing it so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

He slammed back what was in the glass before waving to the waitress for another one. Even though i couldn't see him, i knew his gaze was trained on me, the auctioneers voice pulled me out of the haze that Mr. Whiskey had casted on me “ for just one hour of her time, the bidding will start at $10,000” one man called out 11 and another man called out 12, but my heart stopped when a deep timber yelled “$15,000 for the girl” my heart dropped out of my chest and into my stomach there was no doubt in my mind that was Mr. Whiskey himself.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson #henry cavill characters

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mthofferings · 7 months

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Jacketpotatoo

See Jacketpotatoo’s existing works here and here.

Preferred contact methods: Tumblr: jacketpotatoo Email: [email protected]

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Will create works that contain: mundane fluff/ neighbourhood hero work/ angst/

Will not create works that contain: heavy gore, nsfw, kissing (not good enough at it lol)

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Auction ID: 1036

Will create works for the following relationships: Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy - Earth-65, Spider-Verse (animated films) Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy - Spider-Verse (animated films) Gwen Stacy-centric - Earth-65, Spider-Verse (animated films) Clint Barton & Kate Bishop - 616, MCU Peter Parker-centric - MCU, Spider-Man PS4, Spider-Verse (animated films), TASM Kate Bishop-centric - 616, MCU Hobie Brown-centric - Spider-Verse (animated films) Hobie Brown & Gwen Stacy - Spider-Verse (animated films) Miles Morales & Gwen Stacy - Spider-Verse (animated films)

Work Description: $30-$70 ( fullbody for 1 character-centric, halfbodies for the pairings. How coloured, rendered and detailed it is increases with price. The base price covers flats) Samples of my work can be found here: 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 $70-$120 (fully rendered fullbody for 1 character centric with a simple background - think like the side of a building with the sky at the back in flat colours or minimally shaded, fully rendered fullbodies for the pairings.) Here is a sample. I'm pretty flexible so the piece can be further discussed once the price is set and I'll see what I can do! For example, I could do fullbodies for the pairings but have the colours be less rendered, etc. For more samples please check my social medias (@jacketpotatoo everywhere), especially because my style changed over time and the more recent works are more representative of my current style. Basically the higher the bid, the more detailed and complicated the piece can be! But I cannot offer full-illustrations at the moment because of time so please take in to consideration that limit. How fast I can get it done also depends on how complicated the piece is.

Ratings: Gen, Teen

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How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader.

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Fandoms I write for under the cut!

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NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Luke Alvez

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Vladimir Makarov

Rudy Parra

Red Daniels

William Pierson

Joseph Turner

Robert Zussman

Frank Aiello

Drew Stiles

SHAMELESS

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Kevin Ball

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Peter/001

Jason Carver

Dimitri

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Eddie Brock/Venom

Druig

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter Maximoff

Wolverine

Scott Summers

Hank McCoy

Bobby Drake

Alex Summers

Phil Coulson

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockey

Scott Lang

Pietro Maximoff

Mobius M. Mobius

Matt Murdock

Shang-chi

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

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-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

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