#taylor potts x reader

[cheesy-cryptid]

Giving my fave ghosthunter Taylor a little spotlight this time around. 👻👻👻

This isn’t exactly a scene from the game but I was heavily inspired by the “hopscotch” scene from corpse bride

[threadsun]

Balloon Anon Asks: "Yooooo Sun do you have any ideas about how Elias and Taylor would operate as yanderes? I love love love their regular selves but I can't stop thinking about how hot yan Elias would be (and I love hearing you talk about your pathetic meow meow Taylor lmao) -Balloon anon"

Content: yandere content, manipulation, kidnapping, victim blaming, stealing, shrine, stalking

Elias:

The simple fact of the matter is that he's stronger than he lets on. And knows his own powers more than you think

He's had over a century to practice, after all. Do you really think you're the first human he's interacted with? No, you're simply the first one to catch his eye

You've only really seen the tip of the iceberg. Putting you to sleep, making the house appear more put together than it truly is, letting you see glimpses of his past... That's all simple. The first things he learned he could do, in fact. He's far more in control of them than he seems, and everything he does is tactical

Those visions? He wants you to see them. Wants you to know him, to pity him, to feel guilty for trying to manipulate him. He knows exactly what you're doing, and he'll play the unfortunate fool until he's got you right where he wants you

Marrying him may not be legally binding, but it's certainly magically binding. The moment you swear yourself to him, you cannot leave the house. Not unless he gives you permission, at least. You are bound to obey his every command, as his spouse

If you try to leave him without marrying him, you'll soon learn just how powerful he is. The house is at his beck and call, so the moment you try to leave, the doors and windows collapse into dangerous piles of rubble that you'd have to be insane to try to climb over

He'll continue to play innocent, to pretend his powers control him rather than the other way around. You can't blame him, can you? It's his emotions doing this, not him! If you hadn't rejected him so callously, perhaps this wouldn't have happened...

Taylor:

Taylor is, unsurprisingly, more of a pathetic little simp about his obsession with you

He has a collection of things from you. Not quite a shrine, but... well, okay it's a bit of a shrine. He keeps it all on a shelf the same way someone else might keep anime figurines

He keeps your used napkins, your empty cups, every scrap of paper you've written on during OHSIC meetings, every jacket you've forgotten in the club room. Every time he's been to your room, he's come back with a trophy. A pair of underwear, some socks, your pillow case... not that he'll let you see any of it

We already know he writes steamy fic about the two of you. What you don't know is that he's commissioned horny art of the two of you fucking. He pretends it's just two of his OCs, but it's pretty clear if you look at them that it's just you two

Part of the reason he's so insistent about the OHSIC continuing is that it takes up a lot of your time. Time that you could otherwise be using to party or hang out with other people. Taylor can't let that happen, he needs to know what you're doing at all times. And if you two are the only members, that's even better!

The more desperate he gets, the more danger he's willing to put you in if it means keeping you to himself. And the more he's willing to fake things like ghost sightings so that the club can keep going. He'll do anything to keep you by his side

He will stalk you on any date you try to go on, and he'll come up with some way to sabotage it if it seems like it's going too well. He tries to tell himself that he's doing it for your sake, that it's what's best for you

[lemonmelonboy]

Head canons for Taylor Potts - Because he's got my head in a fucking vise grip.

18+ Readers ONLY - Minors Do NOT Interact! Minors/Ageless Blogs will be Blocked!!!

 I Do NOT give any permission for my work to be Reposted, Translated, or used with AI in ANY Capacity!!!

The image I drew is like- You took his jacket in a play fight and when he was trying to get it back you put it on, and he just could not be upset anymore. You were wearing his jacket and he short circuited. So of course, all he wanted was to see you in it more and so his silly little brain went "yes wear this whenever... please... I'm not asking- I'm begging... you're so pretty."

He has that shirt because it reminded him of Steven Universe and that was the show you introduced him to the first night you stayed at his house- and its possibly your favorite show ever.

If you ever go to the movies with you, he would insist on buying separate popcorns just because he would absolutely have no confidence to take popcorn if the bucket was in your lap. Nor would he be able to handle it if you kept reaching over to get some. Also, just he would not be able to focus if you accidentally brushed his hand while getting some popcorn.

He was more than happy when you willingly joined his little club, he probably went home and squealed like a little schoolgirl because he was so excited to be able to have more time with you.

His little fanfics are probably mostly cuddles because whenever he writes anything more he just gets too into the thought, and gets sidetracked, so he never gets to finishing it.

If you played games with him, he'd probably try his best to not sit near you because you tend to get very touchy when competitive and over excited, so he needs to avoid you touching him or else he'd get too distracted.

Movies at home are a similar situation, which sucks because you both are very much cuddly movie watchers- but Taylor absolutely get excited and he's too afraid of ruining the movie or missing anything. However, once you two start dating, he no longer is allowed to sit away from you, and you get to be as clingy and touchy during movies or games as you want.

You absolutely tease him nonstop for being a "salt is too spicy" type of person. And you try to introduce him to new food, but he has trouble eating most of it.

He would nearly faint is you offered him like a piece of candy or something with your mouth. The pocket challenge used to be all he thought about doing with you when it was super popular but now, he could- he would not be able to do it, no matter how much he'd like it.

Hand holding is the number one thing he wants from you, especially when you started dating. He'd crave it anytime you two were apart.

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch1 Prologue

'Never make a promise you can't keep' and 'wake the dead' are two figures of speech that should never EVER go together. Nor should it be a good idea to do a paranormal investigation in a cemetery while still angry at your ex.

(The Groom of Gallagher Mansion Semi Corpse Bride Au. 

DISCLAIMERS AND WARNINGS!! The game that these characters are from is for 18+ folks only. While this story will be absolutely sfw the game itself is not and contains things ONLY for an 18+ audience.  I do NOT in anyway own the game or characters. They belong to their rightful owners. I do not own the movie Corpse Bride either. I also don't own the coverart which is a pic from their merch line. I only own this story here. In the beginning it will have a character briefly from the game Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack which is also a game for ONLY 18+ folks and that I ALSO do NOT own!! It's only referenced here and not part of the story.

There WILL be mentioning of death, murder, blood, etc. those parts will have warnings at the top of the chapters. If ANY chapters come with warnings PLEASE READ AND HEED THEM!!! 

Just imagine your wedding dress similar to the one above/linked below only with a longer veil and train that trails behind you.

https://images.app.goo.gl/V4BZ1rEaXstvYx696

Warnings: Ian cheats on both reader and Mc from SWWSDJ.)

Church bells chimed in the morning.

Flowers. Soft petals. Meant for their beauty to symbolize the beauty of the bride. 

Organ music. To match in chimes of the steps of the bride walking down the aisle.

An audience to shed tears of happiness for many happy moments to come from this union. 

Smiles shown at one another in the joys of the moment.

A breath to fill your lungs trying not to cry as you smiled up at the man in front of you. The one you were going to marry and have a life with after you both finally graduated. But this moment couldn't wait. This magical moment after a year. Some say it was fast but you supposed it was called love at first sight for a reason. 

Or at least it was supposed to be. A wedding was nothing if a groom never showed up for his bride leaving her humiliated by the alter and missing the wedding entirely. Only to show up after everyone decided to call it quits and leave for the night. Waiting for you with baited breath and a guilty look on his face. He wasn't even wearing a tuxedo. But better late than never. 

"Ian! There you are! Where have you been? Y'know what? Nevermind! The priest is still here. We can go inside and still elope even if everyone left already!"

Smiles turned to him exceedingly and in joy-

"I-...I-I can't."

Reality shattered. Gasps wracked around. Silence fell.

Your eyes blinked at his guilty face. "I-...What?"

"I'm sorry, Y/n." His hands released yours as he looked down. "But I can't go through with this! I-... I've been having an affair with you behind someone else's back. Someone whom knows and left me a year ago."

More gasps were had. A bouquet of flowers dropped from your hands to your feet. Time seemed to slow before completely freezing.

"W-What?!"

"I really did try to make this work! I thought if I forced myself to invest time with you I'd forget all about them but I couldn't and I still don't. I still love them!"

Your world shattered as humiliation, guilt, regret, anger all swirled about behind shock which was the strongest emotion. Keeping you from saying anything as Ian without looking up at you took off his ring and without saying anything pushed it back into your palms. 

"Here. Take this. You can sell it to get some money. I-It's the least you deserve after what I put you and them through. I'm-... I'm sorry, Y/n. I really am."

He then left the bride standing there. Nothing but white on her body. Tears on her cheeks. And crushed flowers at her feet. No one but her lonely self for comfort in the moonlight so late at night.

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || three

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(3/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: references to past sexual abuse; strong language; references to sex; reference to past trauma

Word Count: 2,390+

Author’s Note: Steve isn’t going to be evil, I promise. Oops. xxMoni

~

��   You entered through a different entrance today. One less guarded and one that didn’t full-body screen you.

You dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with a puffy sweater to protect from the cold. Unsure of where to go after entering, you wandered around the visitor center for a few minutes.

No one looked at you funny. They had a nametag ready for you and a cup of coffee. You were treated spectacularly well by the secretaries and random agents you passed. Perhaps they didn’t know your occupation, perhaps they did. It’s hard to believe they’d act the same way with Natasha Romanoff.

Then again, Natasha Romanoff would skin them alive before an insult was even thought.

“You lost?”

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. It was Steve fucking Rogers. Steve fucking Rogers was talking to you.

“Uh, yeah. I’m looking for Bucky Barnes.”

Something strange flashed in his eyes. You swear his chest puffed out a little more and a guard went up. “What did you want with him?”

“He invited me over today. Something about taking a walk in the park.”

“Bucky doesn’t take walks in the park.”

“Bucky could have been talking in code for all I know. But he does know I’m coming.”

Steve stepped closer, crossing his arms. “I know his codes.”

You did your best not to cower, but he was so much bigger than you. One push and you’re certain he could pop one of your main arteries. “Can’t you just call him?”

“We have a roster of all the known visitors. If your name isn’t on the list, then you’re not allowed up. So let me go check—”

“It’s alright, Rogers. I invited her. Don’t pull the shield on an innocent.”

Bucky emerged from the hallway in that famous sweater and leather jacket combination you’ve seen him wear in paparazzi photos. But since it was actively snowing outside, his hair was down. Down and wavy and freaking conditioned.

“See, Captain Rogers? I wasn’t about to blow up the building.”

Steve looked you up and down, sneering for a second before it turned into something kinder. Was this the famous Captain America? Rude and overprotective? You understand that you’re a stranger and Bucky Barnes wasn’t a person to venture out all that often, but did you look menacing? Was there some kind of sign hanging over your head that read: Evil Hooker?

Or.

Steve never mentioned you being a hooker. A sex worker, even. Nothing of the sort came out of his mouth. He actually believed you to be Bucky’s… friend.

So Tony Stark and Bucky were the only ones who knew about this deal. Well, and Pepper Potts and Maria Hill. It made this whole thing a lot more comfortable. You didn’t really want the Captain America knowing you were hired to “fuck” his friend.

“Where did you meet?”

Bucky grumbled something incoherent underneath a heavy breath, glaring at his friend as he rushed to stand next to you. Not touching, but still… protective. And that little detail made you feel ten times greater than the star-spangled man.

“We met last week. At the bakery down the road. Now if you’ll excuse us,” Bucky explained, tilting his head for you to follow him. He began walking back to the hallway he came from, not sparing another glance over a shoulder. You met Steve’s eye—his incredibly judgmental eye—and gave him a tight smile.

“Bucky usually tells me about girls,” Steve interrupted you mid-step, speaking low enough that not even the super soldier ahead of you could hear.

“I don’t know your relationship,” you reasoned.

“No,” Steve sighed, looking you up and down again. “You don’t.”

You squinted at the man, suddenly angry, but you did yourself a favor and reeled in the frightful emotion. He had a shield and super strength, but the ball forming in your stomach had every indication of barreling through those things. Being looked down upon by men did something to you. It made you vicious, and rightfully so. A sort of viciousness that turned light blue to red and urged you to claw downward.

“It was nice meeting you, Captain.”

You turned on your heel, head held high, swallowing the neanderthal rage pounding through your veins.

    Bucky really liked milking the fuck out of the heater. Your cheeks were hot and you were starting to sweat in your boots.

“Tea? Coffee?”

“You got bread?”

Bucky, looking away from you,  paused. Quite comically, you might add. He lowered the coffee pot and turned around, one eyebrow high and lips threatening to widen into a grin. “I have bread.”

“And butter?”

“I’ve got bread and butter.”

“Good, because I’m starving.”

Bucky pulled out a long roll of French bread—freshly baked—and removed the packaging. He sliced a few pieces, piling them in a small basket. Then he got some packaged butter from the fridge. Not just any butter. Those tiny packets of butter from Panera. Dozens of them.

“You’re my favorite Avenger.”

Bucky snorted, buttering a piece of bread for himself. He stood while you sat on one of the barstools, buttering your own piece as well. “All it takes is to feed you, huh?”

“Well, when I asked for bread and butter, I was expecting you to toast some wheat bread and pull out the margarine.”

“Never. This is my favorite peasant dish. Might as well have fresh ingredients.”

You covered your mouth, laughing softly. “A peasant dish, huh?”

Bucky shrugged. “My Ma used to make this. But sometimes she’d head down to the Puerto Rican stores and buy some tortillas. I’d eat them with butter and jelly.”

“Please tell me they were flour and you at least heated them up.”

“I am not as uncultured as I look.”

Now that made you grin big.

You two ate in a comfortable silence, awkward questions stored for until after your stomachs were full. In the meantime, you glanced around Bucky’s apartment. You noticed things you didn’t have the time to notice yesterday.

Small accents on the walls: drawings, picture frames, and hanging ornaments. Drawings Captain Rogers most likely drew. Pictures that only showed Bucky, Steve, and Sam. Ornaments that didn’t have Christmas accents exactly, but rather the names of each individual Avenger. Like those Avengers made the ornament themselves. It was a personalized apartment, after all. Like Bucky valued his personal space and wanted it to be comforting when he returned from a hard day of battling the bad guys.

Kind of like you.

Your apartment was full. Like, literally. Counters full of picture frames, Etsy art, sweaters strung randomly. It was homey and warm, made to be welcoming.

You wonder if Bucky feels the same: Like more will never be enough.

“We can play 20 questions! Though, it might get kind of boring unless we search up the question chart—”

“I don’t like being touched.”

You paused, mouth wrapped around a strangled syllable. Something cracked in your throat before you cleared it, the remnants of the end of a word. “Alright, straight with it. Got it.”

“I was tortured and brainwashed and abused and sexually assaulted while in Hydra custody. That’s why I’m comfortable with hiring you. You have a choice, and you give me a choice. The two go hand in hand.”

You wanted to say something. Anything. But nothing especially intelligible sprang to mind.

“And don’t apologize or tell me, ‘Damn, that sucks.’ I’ve heard enough of it throughout my two years of freedom.”

“Then I’m drawing a blank.”

His lips twitched, but he continued, “Just… Be normal with me. Just don’t touch me.”

“No touch at all? What if I have to push you out of the way of a moving car?”

He made a noise resembling a chuckle. “I’d probably survive it.”

Not even to save his life? Alright, you can work with that. This man simply wanted companionship and you were an expert in that, too. Kendall enjoyed touching your waist or holding your hand during dinner, kissing you on the cheek or hugging you for too long. But he was, first and foremost, seeking company. And since this Christmas Ball called for nothing more than your company, everything was settled.

“And don’t get me wrong,” Bucky started, looking pained as he spoke. “I want to… I just…”

“Bucky,” you said, keeping your voice soft. “Is there something else you want to ask me to—”

“I want to learn how to touch people again. For them to stand near me again. To not… panic when someone raises a hand for a fucking high-five.”

You nodded, somewhat understanding. “It’s a gradual process. Some of the girls who experienced abuse while working or by monogamous partners described it that way.”

“Do I just need to get used to it?”

You shook your head. “It’s more like… Reminding yourself that sweet touches exist, too. That casual touches are just that. Casual. That accidental touches are bound to happen.”

“Tricking my mind into it.”

“Perhaps. But then again, it won’t be a trick that far down the road. It will be real.”

Bucky grumbled, looking down at the counter. Ideas were flying around in your head. Things to get him reacting well to you being around, the smallest of jump scares, ideas for the softest touches.

But this wasn’t just any client. This was Bucky Barnes. World War Two veteran, prisoner of war, war hero, Avenger.

That was who you were trying to help.

And you had the perfect method for introduction.

“Up for a walk?” you suggested, hopping off the barstool and grabbing your purse.

Bucky stood slowly, raising an eyebrow. “To where?”

“The fun is in the surprise!”

Bucky Barnes looked you up and down, assessing, but ultimately took a chance. He followed you out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.

And that alone was an achievement.

He followed you.

You would not fail him now.

~

     “Keep up with me!”

Bucky tried his best to keep the rumble of his laugh minimal. He wanted to be nice, to make this experience comfortable for you, too. But he didn’t want to seem overeager—What if you took it the wrong way? What if you expected something from him? So Bucky did his absolute best to not smile fully, to keep his laughs low, to keep his hands in his pockets.

He jogged to catch up, nearly slipping on ice. He doesn’t know how you haven’t fallen and face planted yourself. You were wearing running shoes—Bucky, and he has been chastising himself since you arrived at his front door, completely assumed you would be wearing heels. Everything he knows about sex workers is unbuttoned blouses and shoes too difficult to walk in. But then again, there are the ones who make their income on the internet.

You twirled and clapped your hands together, looking up at the sign that blinked through the layer of freshly fallen snow.

And Bucky made it a goal to google everything about sex workers in the modern age, because he feels like he should be punched in the face and spit on.

Oh.

Bad thing to think about right now. Bucky never liked when that happened to him back then.

“You want to get used to touch again? Start here!”

The Manhattan Kennel.

“Animals?”

You snorted, pulling open the door. Bucky raced to hold it open for you, internally cursing that you weren’t more careful.

“You can’t just barrel into someplace without assessing the possible threats!” Bucky whispered-screamed as close as he could to your ear. He understood that it was just a kennel… But to not search for threats ahead of you? Bucky takes it upon himself to do just that.

Two workers behind the counters, both male and in their early thirties. Surrounded by what looked like parrots and turtles—

“You think I, as a hooker, don’t look for threats?”

Bucky blinked, swallowing the embarrassing lump in his throat. You continued, “Two males, both of which look like they could carry me out easily. My purse has pepper spray and a pocket knife. I know how to break a nose with the heel of my hand. The dude on the left has a broken leg, by the way. And I’m pretty sure the one on the right is eyeing you instead of me.”

“Welcome to the Manhattan Kennel! How can we help you both find your lifelong friend?” the man on the right said, his voice a little higher-pitched than Bucky was expecting.

“Exactly,” you finished.

Bucky turned to you, hoping his equal amount of disbelief and proud astonishment were visible.

So he underestimated you. Okay. Bucky was thinking of kicking himself in the ass later, anyway.

“Do you have an area where we can sit and have the little angels run all over us?” you asked.

“Right up here,” the worker responded, as if that was a common request.

Was Bucky going to react well to this? Hell if he knows. He’s never exactly interacted with animals after his time with Hydra. They don’t incite the same amount of discomfort he usually feels when a human being stands near him. And Sam held a Veteran Dog event just last month—not that Bucky went, but he did see them being led into the compound.

But this did seem like a good idea. In theory. At least you weren’t touching him.

“We’ve got a mix of dogs this season. Big ones, little ones, fluffy mates, seniors, puppies—Was there any kind you wanted to look at?”

You turned to Bucky, your eyebrows raised sweetly and doe-eyes waiting for an answer. Were your eyes naturally that big?

“Um,” Bucky stuttered, swiping a nervous hand down the back of his neck. His metal fingers got caught in the loose strands of his hair-bun. “The seniors sound nicer.”

“Perfect!” the worker cheered, “Just make yourselves comfortable in the green playpen and I’ll have about five dogs come around right now.”

The worker exited, leaving the two of you alone. Bucky created a respectable distance, clearing his throat uncomfortably as you obviously pretended not to notice.

“Do you like dogs?” you asked.

“Never really gave it much thought.”

“Really? I like both dogs and cats. I love all animals equally. I don’t segregate.”

Bucky chuckled, wiping his bottom lip softly. “You mean, discriminate?”

“That, too.”

“Are you looking to adopt one today?” he fished, kicking an invisible pebble with his left foot. Looking down at his feet calmed him a bit.

“Don’t have the space. I’d love to adopt a tiny, little Shih Tzu, though.”

That pulled a small smile to his lips. “You look like someone who would twin with a small dog.”

“You’re not far off. I’d match Christmas sweaters and everything.”

He was in the middle of imagining you squeezing a Shih Tzu sized head through a doggy sweater when the shelter worker returned, clicking his tongue in a call to the dogs behind him. Several older dogs, white around the mouth and eyebrows, came barreling through the small gate. They ignored him at first, finding their own scents much more interesting. But they took notice the moment you fell to your knees, squealing in excitement and comments of sweet praise. Three dogs, a golden retriever and two corgis, barreled into you. Licking in eagerness, barking with elation, searching for your hands so they may pat their heads and tickle their ears. You obliged wholeheartedly, deciding to lay down and take the rushed steps to your stomach, your chest. You laughed and awed, nowhere close to stopping, in a strange and soft element.

You were on your back with weight on your chest, and you weren’t screaming in terror. You were reaching out and fluffing hair on the top of the dogs’ heads, and you weren’t breaking any fingers. Your clothes were being pulled and scratched at, but not torn off.

You were happy. Pumped with glee and spirit.

It damn near made Bucky tear up.

“You want to pet some?” the worker asked, staying by the gate. There were two other dogs drinking from the water bowls in the corner, minding their own business. The chihuahua drank and drank, while the other—a German shepherd—stared at him. The dog tilted his head, his tongue slipping out quickly to swipe at his nose. He made no move to approach Bucky. He just stared, interested, and kind.

Bucky hesitated, glancing over at you for a signal. You turned toward him, grinning from ear to ear, holding one of the corgis to your chest. You didn’t seem to mind the fuzzy butt near your neck.

“It’s up to you,” you clarified, doing your best to shrug. “But this would be a good first exercise.”

You didn’t divulge more information than needed in front of a stranger. The worker made no indication he had even heard at all. So Bucky lowered himself down to his knees, then onto his bottom, crossing his legs in an easy pretzel. He removed his gloves, breathing in long, calculated breaths. Preparing himself to be trampled—with paws, not with boots.

The German shepherd inched closer, curious, his beautiful brown and black coat mesmerizing Bucky. It had been a while since Bucky had seen a German shepherd. Last time was during the war. Steve had just returned with a small, rescued unit and gave his tent over to an injured sergeant. The man, who Bucky recalled as having the most gorgeous green eyes, had given his cot to his equally injured dog. With a horrid gunshot wound in his shoulder, the soldier sat on the cold, forest floor and wrapped his dog’s leg. Bucky hadn’t questioned him, hadn’t spoken much to the soldier, really.

All he remembered about that encounter was saying, “Describe the landscape of where you were held captive,” and the soldier replying, “This rascal probably remembers better than me.” Bucky couldn’t actually ask the dog the same question so he nodded his thanks, and never saw the dog or the soldier again.

Bucky figured it was safer to hold his flesh hand out first—safer for the dog. He highly doubted he would lose a finger to a dog with half his original teeth. The dog sniffed, nuzzling his nose in Bucky’s palm, groaning softly. Bucky released a shaky breath, one that hurt a little as it exited his lungs, but he sat still. He sat completely frozen, not risking moving, because this was the first time someone or something had touched him without him freaking out in a long time.

A paw repeatedly brushed against his knee, telling him to do more than just offer out his hand. So Bucky turned his hand over, rested it on the dog’s forehead, and pet him.

Then he used both hands.

Close to sobbing now, Bucky buried his face in the dog’s neck. The dog did the very same.

“Bucky?”

Bucky hummed, pulling the heavy dog closer.

“Did this make you happy?”

Bucky breathed in the mix of dust, dirt, and—weirdly enough—tortilla chips, that made up the dog’s coat. Honest in his answer, Bucky barely nodded as he mumbled, “It feels good to be hugged again.”

~

[su-alteza-emia]

Characters i write for! [Ships, headcanons and "x reader"]

Request: closed (you can send but I'll write them when it opens again)

(the characters in purple are my favorites<3)

Star wars.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Padme Admidala, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso and Din Djarin.

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Scott Lang, Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker (Andrew's one, but i can try with the others!), Gwen Stacy, Eddie Brock, the moon boys, Shuri, Namor, Mantis, Dane Whitman, Matt Murdock and Jack Russell.

X-men

Logan Howlett, Peter Maximoff¹, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Warren Worthington III, Ororo Munroe, Jubilation Lee, Remmy Lebeau and Anne Marie.

Ride the cyclone.

Mischa Bachinski, Ricky Potts, Jane Doe and Constance Blackwood.

The Bridgerton.

Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Kate Sharma, Sophie Beckett, Penelope Featherington, Simon Basset, Theo Sharpe, Edwina Sharma and The prince.

Fantastic beast and marauders era (i don't support JK Rowling)

Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein and Queenie Goldstein.

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans and Regulus Black.

Dungeons and dragons: Honor among thieves.

Edgin Darvis, Holga Kilgore, Doric, Simon Aumar and Xenk Yendar.

Random characters:

Charlie and Bill Weasley and Morpheus (Dream).

This part is for characters i can write but it's harder to me.

Star wars

Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan, Lando Calrissian, Boba Fett and Ahsoka Tano.

Marvel

Peter Quill, Pietro Maximoff¹, Tony Stak, Clint Barton, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Layla El-Faouly, Arthur Harrow, Valkyre and Frank Castle.

X-men.

Jean Gray, Illyana Rasputin, Raven Darkholme/Mystic and Wade Wilson.

Ride the cyclone

Ocean O'connell Rosenberg and Noel Grubber.

Harry Potter (I don't support JK Rowling)

The golden trio, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom and Cedric Diggory.

Random characters

All the others Weasley and all the hargreeves (without Five).

I mean if you saw my fandoms and you wonder if i write for someome there, just ask!

The banners are from here

¹: Some people are confused, but Pietro Maximoff is the Aaron Taylor-Johnson's version and Peter is the Evan Peters version.

[2ghostsparker]

You said it was a great love

One for the ages

But if the story's over,

why am I still writing pages?

'Cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts

Flashbacks waking me up

[that-sokovian-bastard]

The Very First Night - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2129 Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Featuring: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Phil Coulson, other Avengers Warnings: Drinking Summary: Inspired by The Very First Night by Taylor Swift, you are a former SHIELD agent who now works with Stark Industries. After two years, you get to see the person you're in love with again. Author's Note: Fluff. Takes place after Iron Man 2 and during Avengers 1. I l o v e this song so much. Italics are flashbacks or song lyrics.

Omg, it's the last fic for girl-next-door-write 's bingo challenge!! This is for the fluff square. I can't believe it's over ahhhhh

Natasha / Bingo / Full Masterlist

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2010

"You submit the report to Fury?" You asked Natasha when she came out of her room in the small apartment.

"Yep, he said we're good to get back to SHIELD whenever we're ready to move on," She told you with a small smile. "Are you excited?"

You didn't respond for a minute and looked down at your feet as you sat still on the couch. "Oh," Natasha sighed. "You're not coming back to SHIELD, are you?"

Slowly, you shook your head. "Pepper offered me to keep the secretary job with some added responsibilities that would fit my, er, skillset. I think I'm going to take it," You told her, still not looking up.

Even though you didn't look up, you did hear her walk towards the living room and sit on the couch. She put her arm on your shoulder, and her other hand guided your chin to look at her. "I think that will be great for you. I know you never felt like SHIELD fit you. Maybe here would be better," Natasha encouraged you. "Even though I'll miss you." She dropped her hand off your chin and sighed.

You chuckled. "I'll miss you too, Nat. I talked to Fury about it briefly, and he thinks it's a good opportunity. He did say I'm welcome at SHIELD any time if it doesn't work out."

"Then what's the harm in staying? Give it a shot. You know I'll always support whatever decisions you make," She reminded you.

That night, you two made the most of being together since Natasha would go back to SHIELD for her next mission the following day. You just enjoyed each other's company, not knowing that it would be the last time you'd see each other for years.

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2012

After working closely with Pepper and Tony in Stark Industries and Iron Man duties, you formed a close bond with both of them. You went with them when they went to Stark Tower in New York and back to California when they were out west. Your job was great, and you love working with them every day, making this friendship one of the best ones you've had. You loved SHIELD, but you fit in so much better with Pepper and Tony at Stark Industries.

Now, you were sitting in the big living room in Stark Tower, looking at the beautiful skyline of New York, taking the night off work with your friends. It had only been two years since you chose this gig, and it was already some of the best years of your life. Here you sat, lightly drinking and laughing loudly with no cares in the world. Tony just got back from flying around, and it is time to celebrate.

"I feel like we're so close, yet I know so little about you," Pepper directed towards you. "That's why I love being here because then you're stuck in the same building with us so we can learn some more," She said. It was true; when you went to Stark Tower with them, you stayed in one of the extra bedrooms, so it kept the trip as simple as possible. Plus, JARVIS recognized you, so there weren't any issues there.

"What do you want to know this time?" You asked and took a sip of your drink, holding your finger up to finish your thought before Pepper asked anything. "You only get a limited amount of questions, you know."

She laughed. "Of course," She said. "You've never brought a plus one to any of the parties Tony throws. Why not?"

"Hitting me with the hard questions right off the bat, Pepper!" You accused, and she started to protest, but you shook your head to clarify it was only a joke. "I don't know; I guess I focus on other things."

Tony scoffed. "Oh, come on. You don't have anyone?"

You shrugged. "I mean, I did a few years ago. We weren't planning on falling in love, but we did, and then we broke each other's hearts," You started. "They moved away, and we promised to stay friends, but I guess we've just been too busy to keep up with each other."

"That's a shame. Maybe you'll get to see them again someday and reignite that fire," Pepper said, putting an optimistic spin on it.

Tony and Pepper argued slightly about the outlook on this conversation, and now Tony wanted to track down your lost love, while Pepper kept telling him not to interfere. However, you were stuck thinking in your head again.

"You'll never catch me!" You shouted, running down the hallway with Natasha half-heartedly chasing you through the apartment.

"There are not too many places to go in here; I think I'll manage," She smirked when she cornered you in the kitchen. "Where are you going to go now?"

You smiled back at her and held your hand out. "Give me your hand," You said, not giving her a choice, and just grabbed it. You swiftly played a song off your phone and started to move around, dancing slowly. "Come on, dance with me," You tried to convince her.

"Will you give me back my folder?" She groaned.

"No, that's work. We're off the clock right now," You whined, still trying to get a dance out of her.

Natasha playfully rolled her eyes. "Are we ever?"

"Right now, we are," You said. "Dance with me; then you can have your folder back, okay?" You asked, and she finally gave in. You two danced around the kitchen, barely matching the beat, spinning, jumping, and laughing. While you promised to give it back to her after one song, you two ended up dancing around for much longer, finally catching the beat and enjoying being in each other's arms.

No one knows how much you miss her.

As you were caught in your daydream, thinking of the times from a few years ago, and Tony and Pepper's playful arguing in the background, all of you were cut off when JARVIS alerted Tony to a phone call. He answered it, trying to get out of it and get the person to leave a message. You recognized the voice, but it didn't hit you until the elevator opened, and Phil Coulson was standing in the big room, looking serious.

"Phil!" Pepper smiled and immediately stood up, Tony trailing behind her. You watched from the couch, afraid of where this conversation was going.

Pepper tried to make small talk, but it was clear Coulson was here for other reasons. "We need you two," He gestured to Tony and you, still on the couch, "To look this over," He said and tried to hand Tony the file, which he tried to get out of, but it still ended up in his hands.

"Is this about the Avengers?" Pepper asked, then caught herself. "Which I know nothing about."

"It was scrapped, I thought. And I didn't even qualify," Tony complained as he started to walk over to the table by the window, waving his hand so you would follow.

Pepper scrambled over when Tony called for her. You still hadn't said a word since Coulson walked in, a million anxiety-filled things going through your mind right now.

"What is all this?" Pepper asked after some more bickering with Tony.

Tony sighed. "This is..." He paused and made all the files show up around the room. "This."

All of you looked from screen to screen, pausing on each different person. Your heart jumped into your throat when you saw Natasha was part of this team, right there next to you. Logically, you should have seen this coming, but after two years of no contact? It was scarier than whatever threat Fury wanted the seven of you to go against.

---

While Tony dealt with a fight in the woods, Fury had someone pick you up and bring you to the Helicarrier. You had talked to Fury over the last two years, so at least that wasn't weird, but it was like fate was working against you, and every time you were about to run into Natasha, you just missed her.

The man, Loki, was captured and detained, which meant it was time for a debriefing meeting. Tony met you where you were waiting and informed you of what went on against the Gods. You followed him and Coulson through the helicarrier while Tony made small talk with Coulson, offering to fly him out on vacation.

Once Coulson told you they got Clint, it got much more serious.

"What do they need the iridium for?" You heard a voice come from the open room as you, Tony, and Coulson walked up to it. You recognized him as Dr. Banner from the files you and Tony read.

"It's a stabilizing agent," Tony answered, then turned to Coulson to finish their conversations. All four of the people sitting around the table were now looking at the three of you, not saying anything else. "It means the portal won't collapse on itself like it did at SHIELD." Tony started to explain what you and he already knew to the rest of the team, making it known that he knew what he was talking about.

You kept your eyes fixed on Tony as you followed him, your heart beating so loud that you thought it was going to burst out of your chest.

As Tony and Banner went back and forth, you took a seat at the table and sat quietly, listening to them talk. You were still staring at them, trying to make your nervousness seem like nothing. "Shall we play, doctor?" Tony asked, and they both went to leave the room. "Oh!" Tony turned back to the table, everyone looking at him again. "This is my friend and former SHIELD agent I told you about," Tony introduced you quickly, then left it at that and walked away with Dr. Banner.

"So it seems now we just have to wait for them to do their job," Natasha said, excusing herself from the table. At that, Captain America and Thor also left their spots at the table, Captain America going down the same hallway Tony and Banner did, Thor going to see Coulson. You stood up slowly, intending to follow Natasha.

"Hey," Maria Hill caught you off guard. "It's good to have you back," She smiled.

"It's good to see you," You nodded at her, then made up some excuse and rushed off down the way Nat went.

She couldn't have gotten far, and now you were much less nervous, maybe even slightly upset. "Natasha!" You shouted when you heard footsteps speeding up, but once you yelled, they stopped.

Finally, you caught up to her, and she was waiting for you. "I was wondering when you'd even look at me," She crossed her arms. "How have you been?"

You sighed. "You never returned any of my messages. It's been two years," You cut straight to the point.

"What are you talking about?" She looked confused. "I never got any messages."

Now, you were confused. "I sent so many the first few months after you left," You sighed, giving up being angry. There was probably a miscommunication in those messages sent or being received. "It doesn't matter. I've missed you," You said. "A lot."

"I've missed you too," Natasha dropped her crossed arms and gave you a soft smile.

"It's kind of funny," You started. "Tony and Pepper were asking me about relationships just the other day."

"Oh?" She cocked an eyebrow.

You shrugged. "I told them I'd only had something with one person," You continued, and Natasha gave you a look enticing you to go on. "When we first arrived in California. I remember the night at the hotel; I was riding in the car when we both fell," You said. "You don't know how much I've missed you."

"I'd like to think I do because if so, it's the same as I've missed you," She said, draping her arms around your neck and looking into your eyes.

"God, I wish that we could go back in time," You sighed, and you knew you didn't have to elaborate because Natasha was thinking the same thing. As you stood there in the empty hallway, staring at each other, it felt like that very first night. Slowly, you two leaned in and shared a kiss for the first time in years. And it was perfect, just like you remembered.

Natasha smirked again when you both released, still looking at you. "Let's agree to not go that long again, okay?" She asked, and you nodded in agreement. "Great," She moved her hands from around you and grabbed your hand. "Now, let's go kick this guy's ass."

Take me away

To you

[ghostofskywalker]

if you’ve been around on here for the past few months, you’ve probably seen more negativity than you can shake a stick at, and honestly i’m tired of it. we all could use something to cheer us up at this point, and more fanfiction in our lives is never a bad thing, so i’ve collected a bunch of prompts and different ideas that you can use for a fic, and this will be open all the way through new year’s eve 2022!

rules: 

to join, send me an ask with the character/pairing you want to write and the prompt you want. i’ll provide a list of characters/pairings after the rules.

if you could reblog this post to the blog you will be posting from it would help me out so much (especially if your main blog isn’t your writing blog like me), and then this might make its way to others who may be interested.

for your fic itself, please don’t include any of the following topics: smut of any kind (resident asexual here!), incest, character/ship bashing, or real person fiction

i’ll tag some people that may be interested at the end, but please don’t feel pressured if you can’t swing it right now/don’t want to join!

more info, character options, and prompt options under the cut!

other things:

due date: december 31, 2022

tag me in your submission and use the tag “feeling2022wc”

if i don’t comment on and reblog your fic within a week send me an ask/message to check if i got it, because tumblr eats tags all the time

i will make the masterlist for the event on new year’s eve

it really doesn’t matter if you’re a new writer or an established one, all are welcome! i started writing on here by doing writing challenges, so i completely understand the nerves involved. 

character (x reader fics) and pairing (ship fics) options:

marvel men: bucky barnes, steve rogers, tony stark, loki laufeyson, sam wilson, clint barton, pietro maximoff (aaron taylor-johnson’s version)

marvel women: natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, carol danvers, sharon carter, maria hill, pepper potts, monica rambeau, kate bishop, xu xialing

agent carter: peggy carter, daniel sousa, angie martinelli, dottie underwood, howard stark (dominic cooper’s version)

other fandoms: rick flag, ransom drysdale, harley quinn, 

star wars: cassian andor, poe dameron, din djarin, fennec shand, rey skywalker, jyn erso, obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, padme amidala

ships: peggysous, cartinelli

prompt options: i couldn’t decide on a single theme, so there’s a ton of options here!

you can absolutely combine things if you’d like, just let me know!!

song fics: 1 person per song

as the title of this writing challenge suggests, any taylor swift song is fair game! i find her voice incredibly soothing, so i listen to a huge playlist of her songs whenever i’m writing and know almost all of them.

if anyone chooses this, i’ll make a list of what’s taken and what’s not so you know.

taken songs:

you’re not sorry (taylor swift) - @a-reader-and-a-writer with loki

i know places (taylor swift) - @loverhymeswith with rick flag

afterglow (taylor swift) - @lovestruckbucky with steve rogers

ivy (taylor swift) - @elixirfromthestars with bucky barnes

tropes/au’s: no limit of people per prompt

enemies to lovers

hurt/comfort

fake dating - @captainchrisstan with steve rogers // @mysticatto with bucky barnes

blind date

mutual pining

neighbors - @saiyanprincessswanie with steve rogers // @sunflowergirl522 with bucky barnes

cooking together

roommates - @asgardwinter with kate bishop

historical au 

college au 

bartender au 

flower shop au - @writeroutoftime with bucky barnes

bakery au 

rock/pop star au 

movie star au - @loverhymeswith with rick flag

teachers au

library au 

if you have another au or trope idea, please don’t hesitate to tell me!

dialogue prompts: 2 people per prompt 

these all come from various prompt lists on here, my own personal prompt list, or various pieces of media i enjoy.

“If we weren’t being watched right now I’d kill you.” - @captainsophiestarkwriting with pietro maximoff

“Do you trust me?” - @loverhymeswith with rick flag

“If my funeral isn’t this much fun I’m haunting you forever.” - @animeangsteng with loki laufeyson

“That is quite possibly the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.” - @underoostarks with tony stark

“‘Sorry’ just isn’t going to cut it anymore.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Tell me I’m crazy” - “You’re crazy.” - @sunflowergirl522 with bucky barnes

“I wouldn’t put myself on the line for anyone but you.” 

“how stupid do you think i am? wait, don’t answer that” - @lovelyavengers with bucky barnes // @asgardwinter with kate bishop

“you really aren’t over her, are you?” - “not even close” - @writeroutoftime with bucky barnes // @lovestruckbucky with steve rogers

“shut up and kiss me” - @cap-n-stuff with sam wilson

“you may have started an international incident”

“When was the last time you went on a date?” - “I will talk to you later.” - @starbxcks with bucky barnes

“i can’t take you anywhere”

“Will you marry me?” - “Do I really have a choice?” - @captainchrisstan with steve rogers

“I got shot and I’m fine! Relax, would you?”

“i'll clearly never be good enough for you, so tell me, what am i fighting for?”

"Here, hold my hand." - @nekoannie-chan with steve rogers // @illecee with pietro maximoff

“i didn't know where else to go.“ - @saiyanprincessswanie with steve rogers // @moongoddessmox​ with bucky barnes

“stay where you are, i'm on my way." - @arawynn with bucky barnes

“friends kiss each other all the time, right?“

“i'm so damn in love with you i barely know what to do with myself.“ - @random-fandom-things-555 with daniel sousa // @mysticatto with bucky barnes

“just promise me you won’t fall in love with me.”

“why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? - “you know why.” - @a-reader-and-a-writer with rick flag

tagging some people who may be interested, but like i said before, don’t feel pressured to join if you don’t want to!

@writeroutoftime​ @captainsophiestarkwriting​ @lovestruckbucky​ @onlyjamesbarnes​ @sunflowergirl522​ @startrekkingaroundasgard​ @saiyanprincessswanie​ @cap-n-stuff​ 

i am desperately hoping this doesn’t flop eeee

[cheesy-cryptid]

Even death wont do us part 🥀🥀🥀

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "Now I'm super curious how you think Elias and Taylor would react if they walked in on us masturbating... (I mean, I doubt Elias would be very forward about it, but let's say we noticed him noticing and invited him to join in lol)"

Taylor:

His first thought is that he should leave you alone. But he can't seem to pull himself away from the sight of you. So instead he tries to figure out what you're getting off to. Porn? Erotica? Fantasies? He wants to know what gets you going. He doesn't even notice he's touching himself until he cums in his hand

Elias:

He's flustered, of course. But he announces himself immediately and offers his assistance. It would be rude not to! Here is his beloved, deep in the throes of passion, desperate for release. What sort of husband would he be if he didn't help you out? Not to mention he's a major horndog who loves finally being able to have sex!

[lemonmelonboy]

Oblivious

Taylor x Reader

TW: None

Content: GN!Reader, Movie Mentioned: Hush 2016, Netflix

Word Count: 925

Summary: What if Taylor did try confessing just before you went into Gallagher Mansion and it flew over your head?

18+ Readers ONLY - Minors Do NOT Interact! Minors/Ageless Blogs will be Blocked!!!

 I Do NOT give any permission for my work to be Reposted, Translated, or used with AI in ANY Capacity!!!

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You and Taylor meet bright and early as usual, hanging out before both of your 10 am classes had become a delightful ritual. Typically you would spend 2 hours in a private study room, that you would reserve at the beginning of each week. 

“Hey bud!” Taylor calls as he comes into the private study room you had reserved in the library. He slips into the chair across from you at the small table. “Sorry, I’m a bit late.” He said with a soft apologetic smile. You could see the sleep in his eyes still, he must have missed his alarm again and came straight here after waking up. 

You smile kindly back, “No- it’s ok, I only just got settled a couple minutes before you got in”. You notice a soft pink spread across Taylors' cheeks before he nods and looks away. He starts pulling out his laptop and notebooks so that the pair of you can start working quietly. 

Most mornings were spent like this, a quiet individual study together. It was always a comfortable silence and rarely accompanied by discussions unless one of you had a test to study for that day. The only time the pair of you actively spoke about anything most days was around 30 minutes before you two would have to leave to class. You would pack away your things and just chat and banter about your recent favorite shows or games. A lot of times Taylor would ramble about a new horror story he heard or scary movie trailer he saw. 

And so the pair of you quietly study together, occasionally casting soft looks to each other, Taylor getting clearly flustered every time you caught him looking over at you. The hour and a half of studying passes quickly and you sigh softly to break the silence and start to put your things away. Taylor perks up when he sees you packing and quickly follows suit. 

“So, what’s been on your thoughts today? Found a new version of the Banshee story?” you asked playfully as a teasing smile lingers on your face.

“N-no..” he says softly, as he procrastinates replying while he puts his notebooks away. “I  uh, actually found a movie you might like?” He said awkwardly. “It's uh- a story about a deaf and mute woman who’s being attacked by a serial killer in her home?” 

“Oh! Yeah, I heard about that one!! I think it looks so cool!” You say excitedly, slashers and thrillers were much more your style compared to the more paranormal-based horrors that Taylor enjoyed. Taylor smiles almost proudly.

“Well- I figured- I’d take you to see it when it comes out? I thought it’d be really cool to see it with someone really amazing like you…” He says nervously with pink cheeks. And as he continues it sounds almost like the words are tumbling out of his mouth before he is prepared to announce them. “B-because you know! I get really- scared- by thrillers and uh- you love them and- you make me-” he stops himself, fiddling with his fingers and taking a small calming breath. “You make me feel safe-..” he mumbles out with a shy smile.

You look him over with an excited grin “Don’t worry! I’ll protect you from any crazy killer who’d come after you!” You give a fake and playful determined and brave look, pounding your chest with your fist. And Taylor just looks at you with a deep blush on his face, the silence between you hangs almost heavy. But soon Taylor gives a soft amused chuckle, covering his mouth as he begins to cackle, covering his mouth with his hands. You join him quickly, dissolving into wheezing laughing fits while you both try not to be too loud.

“Ye-yeah! Of course, you would.” He says a sweet and overjoyed smile on his face. “So you’ll come with me to the movie?” He asks with a small tilt of his head. 

“Yes of course!” You say gleefully “If you’re paying~” You tease with a grin.

“Ough!” he claps his hands over his heart “You only want me for my money!?” he joked back in a heartbroken voice. “And here I thought you just lo-liked me for me!” he said shyly as he corrected himself. 

“Maybe it's both~” You tease again with a gentle laugh. Taylor moves to prop his head up on the table with his hand. You mimic him and give an exaggerated sigh, looking Taylor in the eye as you do. You stare at him for a few minutes, and noticing him getting a bit fidgety makes you smile bigger which makes him look away covering his mouth with his hand. Your gaze follows his, and the pair of you just watch the movement in the library through the window of the study room.  You both sit comfortably in the silence for a bit before you shift with a sigh to check the time. 

“We should get going to class- we’re going to be late.” You say as you stand and pick up your bag. Taylor nods and follows suit. “You don’t have another test until next week right?” you ask him as the pair of you leave the room, locking the door behind you. You and Taylor continue your small talk as you walk and soon split ways to your separate classes. You continue the day as normal, but Taylor has trouble focusing in his classes as he runs through just how much he embarrassed himself in front of you.

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do you Vow Masterlist

SUMMERY: 'Never make a promise you can't keep' and 'wake the dead' are two figures of speech that should never EVER go together. Nor should it be a good idea to do a paranormal investigation in a cemetery while still angry at your ex.

INFO: The Groom of Gallagher Mansion Semi Corpse Bride Au. 

DISCLAIMERS AND WARNINGS!! The game that these characters are from is for 18+ folks only. While this story will be absolutely sfw the game itself is not and contains things ONLY for an 18+ audience.  I do NOT in anyway own the game or characters. They belong to their rightful owners. I do not own the movie Corpse Bride either. I also don't own the coverart which is a pic from their merch line. I only own this story here. In the beginning it will have a character briefly from the game Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack which is also a game for ONLY 18+ folks and that I ALSO do NOT own!! It's only referenced here and not part of the story.

There WILL be mentioning of death, murder, blood, etc. those parts will have warnings at the top of the chapters. If ANY chapters come with warnings PLEASE READ AND HEED THEM!!!)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 (End)

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔁 𝓕𝓽𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 2022 |

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/E3ye6w1

by Bucky_Barnes_Lover

Hello, thank you for clicking onto my book! As you read by the title this is an Avengers x ftm!Reader [one shot] book, I have recently gotten caught up with the fandom and decided I would try my luck at writing a book. - I will only be writing female to male readers since there aren't many out there. - | ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡ | - | ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ | -open- ✔️ -closed- - | ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴘꜱ | -started- 21/04/22 -finished- n/a - | ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ᴏʀ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ | -

Words: 3444, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Moon Knight (TV 2022)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, T'Challa (Marvel), Steve Grant, Marc Spector, Peter Parker, Vision (Marvel), Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Loki Laufeyson, Pepper Potts, Reader

Relationships: Chris Evans/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Sebastian Stan/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Chris Hemsworth/Reader, Thor/Reader, Robert Downey Jr./Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, mark ruffalo/reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, Jeremy Renner/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Aaron Taylor-Johnson/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Elizabeth Olsen/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Chadwick Boseman/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Oscar Isaac/Reader, Steve Grant/Reader, Marc Spector/Reader, Tom Holland/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Paul Bettany/reader, Vision/Reader, Benedict Cumberbatch/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Hailee Steinfield/Reader, Kate Bishop/Reader, Scarlett Johansson/Reader, natasha Romanoff/reader, Paul Rudd/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Loki Laufeyson/Reader, Gwyneth Paltrow/Reader, Pepper Potts/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Anthony Mackie/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, Avengers - Freeform, Bisexual, Fluff, Ftm!Reader - Freeform, Gay, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ, One Shot Collection, Trans Male Character, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Tags will be added eventually

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/E3ye6w1

[randomfandomimagine]

Asking You Out (Marvel Preference)

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Gamora, Carol Danvers, Pepper Potts

Fandom: Marvel / MCU

Warnings: None

Requested by anon: Hello :) ! Can i request preferences for Wanda Maximoff, Gamora, Carol Danvers, and Pepper Potts (MCU) on asking the reader out please?

Wanda

Wanda would be pretty casual about it. You would be hanging out together and she would just ask you out of the blue. You were really close after all, and Wanda had wanted to go out with you for a long time now. It was a little funny, though, because you didn’t get what she meant at first. “Do you want to go out with me?” “Sure, let’s take a walk”. Wanda would laugh and specify that she meant it like a date, and when you say yes her smile would only widen. Then a very cute albeit awkward moment followed in which you both giggled and timidly held hands.

Gamora

Gamora isn’t really used to making emotional bonds with people, and she hasn’t seen a lot of romance, so she’s a little unexperienced with that. Being around more people lately, though, she has caught on to some little details. She knows she has feelings for you but has been wrecking her head for days trying to think of a way to ask you out without actually saying those words. In the end, Gamora would just hold your hand and look at you a certain way, and you would pick up on it to ask her out instead, much to her relief. “Gamora...” “Yes?” “Are you trying to ask me out?” “Maybe”. She says she’s terrible at it, but you reassure her that you’ve got time, and that you have no problem with it anyway.

Carol

Things were always easy with Carol, you were completely each other when you were together and felt safe and comfortable, so it wasn’t strange that you both eventually developed feelings. One day you were with Carol when you noticed she was unusually quiet. You knew something was bothering her, but knew better than you ask or pressure her into talking. Instead you waited to see if she said something, which she did. “Y/N, wanna go on a date with  me?” “Sure!” “Good” “How nervous were you from 1 to 10?” “11″

Pepper

You were used to being around Pepper for work, whether it was to help her with Tony’s bussiness or to advice them both about the Avengers. Since Tony is so busy, you’re usually alone with Pepper, mostly in silence or muttering bussiness stuff to the other. One day, though, Pepper piped up. “Do you want to go for coffee some day, Y/N?” “Sure, how about right now?” “I’d love that”. You finally took a break to get to know each other and start being alone without having to work.

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𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔁 𝓕𝓽𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 2022 |

by Bucky_Barnes_Lover

Hello, thank you for clicking onto my book! As you read by the title this is an Avengers x ftm!Reader [one shot] book, I have recently gotten caught up with the fandom and decided I would try my luck at writing a book. - I will only be writing female to male readers since there aren't many out there. - | ᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡ | - | ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ | -open- ✔️ -closed- - | ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴍᴘꜱ | -started- 21/04/22 -finished- n/a - | ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ᴏʀ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ | -

Words: 2566, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Moon Knight (TV 2022)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, T'Challa (Marvel), Steve Grant, Marc Spector, Peter Parker, Vision (Marvel), Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Loki Laufeyson, Pepper Potts, Reader

Relationships: Chris Evans/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Sebastian Stan/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Chris Hemsworth/Reader, Thor/Reader, Robert Downey Jr./Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, mark ruffalo/reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, Jeremy Renner/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Aaron Taylor-Johnson/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Elizabeth Olsen/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Chadwick Boseman/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Oscar Isaac/Reader, Steve Grant/Reader, Marc Spector/Reader, Tom Holland/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Paul Bettany/reader, Vision/Reader, Benedict Cumberbatch/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Hailee Steinfield/Reader, Kate Bishop/Reader, Scarlett Johansson/Reader, natasha Romanoff/reader, Paul Rudd/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Loki Laufeyson/Reader, Gwyneth Paltrow/Reader, Pepper Potts/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Anthony Mackie/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, Avengers - Freeform, Bisexual, Fluff, Ftm!Reader - Freeform, Gay, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ, One Shot Collection, Trans Male Character, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Tags will be added eventually

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38602092