#daily dose of Bucky

[mohish-ko]

★ " There's no Winter Soldier anymore, I'm James Bucky Barnes."

[swtorlordcytharatfan]

I always had a picture of the Winter Soldier in my head, lying in the snow with empty blue eyes. Light shining on him but no one´s home ... I didn´t find fanfics or art of this - so here´s my rendition.

I also imagined him with a white wolfdog (also an Hydra experiment) living in the wild while recovering from the brainwashing. I´m not really in a fandom right now, so it´s back to depression, Superheros and SWtOR I guess.

[mellowsaturns]

one for you and me

BUCKY BARNES X READER

summary: bucky takes care of you since you’re always taking care of others

wc: 430

warnings: fluff, sweet sweet bucky barnes, friends to implied lovers

a/n: hopping on the orange discourse

You knew he was the one when he handed you the sweet citrus fruit one afternoon.

Since the weather was getting colder, you decided to stock up on vitamins, and what better way to do it than buy boxes and boxes of oranges.

Whenever one of the team came by the kitchen, you would peel an orange for them. Or sometimes, you would just peel it and have it ready for them after their training sessions or morning jogs so they remember to get their daily dose of vitamin C.

You were reading your book by the windowsill in the living room one day when you smelled the faint bright scent.

Then, someone placed a freshly peeled orange in front of your sight. “Here you go.”

You looked up, eyes meeting Bucky’s.

You paused for a moment before reaching out and taking it from his hand. “Thank you,” you said, appreciative but kind of confused.

“How come you’re giving me this?” you asked, curious.

“You’re always looking after other people,” he answered immediately. “When was the last time you ate one yourself?”

You chuckled. “I don’t mind,” you replied, “I just came back from a long mission. I’m free for the time being anyways.”

“Still,” he added, “You’re always doing things for others. Let me do this for you,” he said, eyes gentle and sweet.

Your heart swelled at his words.

It dawned on you. Something as simple as peeling a small fruit. It gets into your nails and the juice drips down your hands sometimes. It’s an act of labour—an act of love. And Bucky wanted to do it for you. He notices. He cares.

How sweet, you think. It made the butterflies in your stomach flutter tenfold. You had to look down to hide your grin and that action within itself made Bucky blush.

“Think you can handle peeling oranges for me for the rest of your life?” you teased.

He pondered for a bit, then a small smile crept up his face. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” he replied.

Although the words weren’t said, the implication was there. He’s going to be by your side. He wanted to be by your side. He’s willing to get his hands dirty and sticky.

You grabbed the delicately peeled orange and split it in half. “Here, let’s share.”

The two of you sit by the windowsill, your book half forgotten in your lap, tearing segments of the fruit and giving it to each other—something promising between the two of you in the air.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Paradigm Shift 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you get transferred to a new position but it’s hardly a breath of fresh air. (plus!reader)

Characters: Loki, Bucky Barnes, this reader is known as Billie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Dark roast, black. You're tempted to order one for yourself but the extra dose of caffeine might unhinge you after the morning you've had. Transfer, no desk, a firing, a stolen desk, and two painfully aloof bosses.  

You go back up to the office, the short reprieve offering some clarity but not solutions. There has to be some way to get more than a grunt and a closed door from these men. Geez, if you wanted to work with children you would've done so. 

You knock on Mr. Barnes' door. The one next to it opens first. Laufeyson considers you from head to toe and Barnes appears not a second after. He takes his cup without a thanks. 

"Mm, and where is mine then?" Laufeyson challenges. 

You blink, long and hard. Of course. Of course! You let out a slow breath, "what would you like, Mr. Laufeyson?" 

You don't miss the quiet snort from the other door and it closes before you can glance Barnes' expression. You have a suspicion he expected this. It's like your first job when you worked with a bunch of men in stocks. Their numbers were as bloated as their egos. 

“Matcha.” 

The door shuts in your face. Again. You bite down and stretch your fingers wide. It’s fine. It’s fine. Growing pains. 

Matcha... what? Iced? Latte? Hot tea? Smoothie? Wonderful, a guessing game. 

You will be getting yourself another coffee for the trouble. Another trip to Roasters and you settle on the simplest option; just tea. You’re certain if you’re wrong, he’ll let you know.  

You stand at the two office doors and contemplate your life decisions. Is this worth it? Can you beg Odinson to take you back? To send down another poor soul? You almost feel bad doing that to someone else. You’re about to give when that innate stubborn ticks in your jaw. It’s only been a few hours. You don’t just give up that easy. 

Knock, knock. There’s a delay before Laufeyson answers. You’re not put off by it. You know the tactic. It won’t work on you. If his tea is cold, it won’t be your fault. 

“Matcha, sir,” you hold out the cup. 

He accepts it and reads the sticker on the side. He narrows his green eyes and looks at you, “note for next time, I prefer Garcon’s to Roasters.” 

Click. Another shut door. You’re really starting to get angry. You laugh out the flurry of agitation and turn away. What else can you do but think of it as a joke? It has to be. It’s just that absurd. 

You sit at the desk and open your laptop. You get it hooked up to the monitor and refinagle the cords. That’s an accomplishment at least. A tiny morsel of victory. You glance around and frown. It’s like the waiting room in Beetlejuice; everyone looks miserable. Well, can you blame them? 

Your phone buzzes and you check the messages. Girl nights hangs like bait at the end of your day, keeping you swimming through dark waters. It’s a bit ridiculous. Your friends are all like you in one way but all vastly different in many other ways. You all spend your days taking care of men who couldn’t give a shit about any of you. 

You can already taste the Paloma; bitter grapefruit with the burn of tequila. You are dying to drink away this day. You look at the clock and nearly whimper. It’s not even one o’clock. Ugh. 

You plug away at your desk. You get the daily agendas templated then spend time scouring the web. You have something in mind. You’re pretty sure you can make it work. As long as those grumps can do the simplest of tasks. 

You customize the survey and send the link. You doubt you’ll get a response today or even at all. It’s a hail mary, really. Barnes’ door opens, then Laufeysons. Your chest fills with dread. Great. 

“Hello, sir and... sir,” you sit up as they approach. 

“What is the meaning of that quiz?” Laufeyson demands. 

“It’s not-- 

“Asking a lot, aren’t you?” Barnes crosses his arms. 

“No, I just--” 

“What business do you have about my dry cleaning?” Laufeyson hisses. 

“I have lunch when I have lunch. I'm not a child at grade school,” Barnes sneers.

“Okay, woah,” you put your palms out, “first, there’s an n/a column, you can choose not to disclose the information. Two, I need to know what to do. What do you want from me?” 

Both men frown and look at each other, then back to you. 

“I can think of one,” Laufeyson raises a finger, “don’t treat us as children who need you to put our socks on.” 

“Good one,” Barnes scoffs, “also, you could stop with calendar reminders.” 

“Those are automatic,” you mutter. 

“And the arguing,” Laufeyson points at you. 

You sputter, dizzy at their onslaught of criticism. They can tell you exactly what they don’t want but they can’t give you a clear answer as to why you are there. You calm yourself with a breath and sip of coffee. 

“Mr. Laufeyson, Mr. Barnes--” 

“Why him first? My name’s first alphabetically,” Barnes says. 

“I--” you stop yourself and take another taste of your coffee, “if my presence is getting in the way of your work, I will go back upstairs and talk to Mr. Odinson--” 

“Mr. Odinson? Thor?” Laufeyson says, “no, you won’t do that. In fact, that is another item for your list, no talking to my brother. Especially of me.” 

You could tear your hair out. You could hit your head on the wall. You could gauge your eyes out and drown yourself in your coffee. Instead, you smile. 

“Got it,” you say, “well, sirs, good luck with your meeting this afternoon.” 

“Yes, thank you,” Laufeyson intones. 

“Mm, sure,” Barnes says and they both turn on their heels then stop at once. They face you in sync with each other. 

“Meeting?” They ask. 

“Mmhm,” you nod, “it’s in your calendars.” 

They stare at you. 

“If that’s something you’d like me to brief you on,” you say tritely, “you can submit that in the survey.” 

Laufeyson hums dryly and Barnes growls. Neither says anything further as they retreat. You keep your eyes on the screen as your heartbeat races. You can’t believe you said that. 

[shamrockqueen]

Omega retreat chapter 12

Pairing : Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader

Warnings : R18, fluff, descriptions of nudity

Word count : 1645

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Chapter 1 : Chapter 11

Your thighs felt sticky, mired with drying sweat and the slick dribble of his seed.

You tried to flex your legs, waking to the various cracks and pops of your weary bones. Your skin was chilled, small bursts of heat prickling against the cold morning air before bursting over your body as you slowly started to wake. Your vision seemed cloudy, the green trees blurring out and the daylight slipping past nearly unnoticed.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d left this bed, couldn’t remember your last meal, or any moment your belly was filled by food. Nothing had been more important than chasing that heated high and satiating that needy little monster within you, and for now she was so eerily quiet.

What day was it now, and which morning was this?

Your aching head swam with half-cocked thoughts as you fought to kick the sheets that stuck to your damp body. Glowing memories of nights previous echoed against each throbbing corner of your brain. There were his slow moments, moving languidly like a blur. A soft caress of your tits, a thumb brushing a sensitive bud before rolling it between his fingers. It was all so raw, so hungry; it was something so beautifully savage.

You barely recalled the things he’d whispered, his growls deafened by his lips being pressed to your skin, leaving you polka-dotted with reds and purples sucked on or bitten into.

But, he’d said many of the things you should have expected from an alpha losing himself inside an omega. He was tempting you, asking that if you had the chance to be filled and bred, whether you’d let yourself grow big and round with his baby. Would you glow like they say women do? A happy, shining ember as a new life burned in your belly.

You shivered with every word of his you could recall. Every fantasy he lets you live. You’ve been allowed to do so much living after just meeting him in person. It really felt like a new lease on life, a new sensation of pleasure you’d never thought you’d feel.

Maybe you could, if you wanted, have a little family of your own. Maybe feel like an omega instead of an outsider holding one within.

Another knot, another bitten bruise left on your body. It was something you never thought you’d feel, and for the first time you were swimming peacefully through your heat instead of drowning. You felt real pleasure instead of a mindless pain that waxed and waned on the few times you allowed yourself a plastic knot. No, this was pleasure melting all over your body like the spread of dark chocolate lapped up by the flick of his hot tongue.

He was still sleeping, body slung over his side of the bed in a vulnerable lack of poise he could only afford while in a deep state of slumber. His hair was fanned around his face, a few stray tangles poking in either direction, and you felt emboldened to reach out and flick one around your middle finger.

You decide instead to finally leave the bed and venture into the bathroom for more than basic bodily functions. You definitely needed a shower, reeking of sex so good it made your head spin. A thick mix of slick and cum coupled with the twisting of your scent as it was invaded by his.

But, for now, you’d settle for brushing your teeth at the little sink, digging a lifting into your hygiene bag for some basic toiletries.

You don’t notice any discrepancies as you sought out a simple tube of toothpaste and its adjoining brush. Something just to help you feel fresh, maybe a little cleaner.

Same routine, different location, and you flow through the motions like it’s any morning before work. Minus your daily dose of caffeine, not that it would make you feel any more revived after all the strenuous exercise you’d gotten within such a small span of time.

Brush in circles, rinse with water, and spit. Your head is down, expelling the foaming mint spread to spatter into the porcelain bowl. You turned the knob at the sink to collect enough water to woosh and spit before standing back up to inspect your lips for smudges or toothpaste in the mirror.

You nearly leapt out of your skin at the sight of a large figure standing behind you in your reflection, a jolt of fear vibrating through you so quickly it was like a small shock of electricity before you recognized the face of this tall man.

“Jesus, you scared me.” You give him a laugh of relief, something small with a deep exhale from the breath you’d been holding.

“Sorry, doll.” Bucky smiled as he spoke, rubbing the sleep from one of his eyes before stepping up to slip his arms around your small shoulders.

“How’d you sleep?” He breathes each word along the tender skin behind your ear, fanning past your warm cheek.

Even after a short reprieve, you can say you didn’t miss this. Having him nearby, skin to skin, having him pressed to you as he made any old remnants of strife that dared to follow you seem smaller and smaller until it shrank away to nothing. You’d love to get used to this feeling.

“Like the dead.” You laughed moreso to yourself as you cupped some of the running water into your palm to clean up the spatters of white and blue you’d left behind in the sink.

You heard Bucky’s soft rumble of a laugh at yourself, and you finally looked back up at him. Your soft smile fell away with awe as you took in the entirety of him as his back was facing towards you. You’ve seen him in varying states of undress, even held his naked body against yours and felt nearly every inch with your small, nimble fingers.

But this, this was the whole masterpiece you had only seen in small patches of paint. Taut and tightly corded muscles along either side of his thick back. His ass looked soft like carefully sculpted marble, but with a quick flex of one of his powerful legs, you watched slack-jawed as the muscle made the cheek bob just once.

You let yourself overindulge in the sight, blissfully unaware that as his body turned and the front of him became visible, he very easily caught you staring. You couldn’t pry your eyes away, not when the chiseled planes of his stomach and abdominal muscles all came into view.

He smiles that sexy, sweet grin, smug at the lingering stare of admiration as it fanned his ego, all before clearing his throat to break the spell he seemed to unintentionally cast upon you.

You blink back, realizing you were ogling this man who’d already given himself to you as if he were a rare slab of marbled beef.

“Oh fuck, m’sorry.” You sputtered out as you busied your fingers to knock the water off your brush before putting it away.

Bucky’s eyes lingered on you for the split second your digits had dipped into that small hygiene bag. Letting out a bated breath when you zipped it shut without any further investigation.

His smile reappeared, bubbling into a soft chuckle. “No, it’s fine. You can look all you want, babe."

He leaned in past the glass door to the shower, turning the knob to ignite the showerhead with a downpour of hot water. This was before he turned back with that delicious grin.

“But, you don’t have to just stare.” His voice rumbled through the air with a low purr.

“Hm?” You were so far out of your element without the cloud of heat forcing you to reach for the things you desired most. You didn’t have to give a passing glance; you’ve been doing far more than just looking at this man for the better part of the last few days.

“Care to join me?” He asked, snapping your focus back into this beautiful reality with the lilt of his voice.

“Oh? Really?” You squeaked back, a bit of disbelief.

You never ceased to amuse him, a sentiment that was easily heard as he continued to speak. “There’s that shy girl I met, I was wondering when I’d see her again.”

“I’m sorry..it’s just.”

“No, don’t apologize. It’s cute.” His long lashes fluttered, fanning the warm blue of his eyes as he looked you over, taking in each nervous step as well as the small dribble of sweat that trailed down from your hair to hide behind your neck.

“It’s much different than the omega that tried to claw her way under my clothes.”

“I wasn’t myself, I guess.” You held onto the sink as you batted back in the conversation, better to steady yourself.

“It’s still you, doll. Just another side.” The soft tap of his toes hitting the tiled floor thrummed in your ears, in contrast to his previous covert steps as he slowly strides closer.

“I like them both.” He hummed, reaching over the small sink to cup his hand over top of yours, pressing warmth into your already tepid skin before pushing your fingers from the granite to sweep them into his grasp.

“Thank you..You don’t know how much that means to me.” The words stumbled off your tongue, they seemed so silly to say after the last couple of days.

His grin seemed to waver, something heavy weighing on it so that it dropped only slightly before swept his tongue between his lips to push the pressure away.

“So..you gonna join me? I’d love the company.”

He waited, one foot pointed outward as he was ready to hear you whisper ‘Yes’ so he could wish you away under the warm downpour of the shower and tight squeeze of his welcoming embrace.

Chapter 13

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[avonne-writes]

omg for the prompts i love "— “of course i remembered. it’s important to you, so now it’s important to me too.”" and and "— “can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?”" and and omg "— “i can’t believe you didn’t know i liked you, i thought it couldn’t have been any more obvious.”" for the hs au pleaseeeeee

I posted the hand holding prompt a few days ago, so I'll exclude it here. The other two I'm going to combine with today's Daily Dose of Austin Butler prompt (this will only be at the end of the drabble).

The boys are 15 here, and this is right after they make up following their first serious fight. (Sorry for any typos, I'm very tired.)

TW for brief mention of child abuse

2. Selfie

"I can’t believe you didn’t know I liked you." Gale smiles softly at the small glow-in-the-dark stars that decorate the ceiling of Bucky's bedroom. They're the only source of light in the cozy night as he and Bucky lie there in Bucky's bed side by side. When Gale shifts, Bucky's hand tightens around his where they rest on Gale’s chest. "I thought it couldn’t have been any more obvious."

Bucky's chuckle is so close to Gale's ear that he feels a hot flush run down his neck. "I thought you were just shy."

"I'm not that shy!"

"If you say so, baby." Bucky laughs and hugs him, giddy and warm as usual.

Gale hugs him back and closes his eyes against the sudden pang of pain in his heart when he realizes how much he missed this. Being called baby. Being hugged.

Two months of dating and this is the first time that he’s staying the night. It feels like a dream, especially considering the past few days, when everything seemed to be falling apart because he lied about all the shit he has to put up with at home. Those stupid lies! Why couldn’t he just say, my father is an alcoholic and my mom doesn’t give a fuck?

Instead, he led Bucky to feel like Gale didn’t really like him after all. He confused him. Messed up the first relationship he has ever had. Bucky broke up with him, and Gale cried and cried and threw out all of his dad's booze just to get the slap he felt he deserved. It was... He doesn’t want to think about it. What matters is that his Bucky came back to him, they talked for, like, four hours non-stop, and everything is all right now. For the first time in a week, Gale feels the sweet draw of a peaceful sleep.

When Bucky kisses his cheek, he opens his eyes to look at the plastic stars again.

A few weeks ago, when Bucky had a cold and he came over to cuddle him for a few hours, Bucky told him that he had put those stars up with his dad not long before his parents divorced, but they didn’t finish the whole ceiling. His dad left and had almost no contact whatsoever with Bucky since. All that remains is the longing, an old sheepskin jacket and the stars on the ceiling. Although Gale wouldn’t mind if his own dad wasn’t around, he tries to sympathize. It’s not like he can ever understand, of course, but... well, he tries to do things for Bucky that he would like himself.

"Oh." He covers his face with a hand when he remembers what he has been carrying in his backpack since before their fight. "I forgot to give you your present!"

"Huh?" Bucky pushes himself up, confused, then laughs along with Gale as Gale fumbles to find the light switch. When the bedside lamp finally turns on, they squint at each other blearily in its glow.

A bit self-conscious in his checkered long-sleeved pjs, Gale climbs off the bed and pads over to his schoolbag, where he hopes his gift survived the past few days. He roots around a bit before he emerges triumphant with the small bag wrapped in a Marvel comic page because Bucky's obsessed with those.

Bucky beams in joy at the sight. "Why do I get a gift?" He asks after he takes it from Gale and starts picking at the wrapping.

Gale plops down next to him and tucks his growing hair behind his ear. "For our two-month anniversary." He says, grinning when Bucky gives him a smirk for using that term.

When his gaze drops back to the package, Bucky’s smile fades. "I, uh, got you some chocolate." He gives Gale an apologetic look. "But after - you know. I ate it."

For a moment, Gale stares into Bucky’s sad puppy eyes, then his lips wobble and he bursts into a laugh. "Oh my God."

"I'll buy you something tomorrow!"

Still giggling, Gale lets himself list to the side until his arm bumps into Bucky’s. "It’s okay. I'm not mad."

"Now I feel guilty though." Bucky pouts, but he throws an arm around Gale's shoulders as the contents of his gift finally spill over his lap.

Glow-in-the-dark stars and adhesive.

What Gale expects is a grin and a kiss, and Bucky rambling on about how he finally has enough stars to fill in the gaps on his ceiling, maybe an invitation to do it together, but there’s only silence at first. It’s unusual enough that he starts to worry. Was it a bad idea? Did he do something wrong? He chews at his bottom lip, but tries to find reassurance in the fact that Bucky hasn't pulled his arm back.

"You remembered." Bucky says quietly.

"Of course I remembered." Gale says, surprised that Bucky didn't think that was evident. "It’s important to you. So now it’s important to me too."

A part of Gale worries that he’s being too emotional, too sentimental. Maybe it's too much after only two months? He tried to research anniversary presents but there was no clear answer on the internet. It’s not like he can do much anyway, he barely gets any money from his mom.

The longer the silence stretches on, the more anxious Gale feels, but then, Bucky finally looks up at him, and the raw emotion in his eyes is enough to tell him that it wasn’t a mistake after all.

"Thank you." Bucky says quietly, then tangles his fingers in Gale's hair and gives him a lingering kiss that makes Gale's heartbeat race in joy. When he pulls back, he drops his face to Gale's neck, wraps his arms around him and starts giggling.

"What?" Gale smiles, stroking Bucky’s back.

After a few seconds, Bucky pulls back and kisses him again. "I was going to ask you if -" He bites his lip, uncharacteristically shaky with his words from some strange mix of joy and nerves that puzzles Gale. "- if you'd help me take them off."

Gale stops functioning for a moment. "You want to take them off?"

Bucky cracks a breathy laugh. "Yeah. I thought about it a few weeks ago. I thought we could - it could be a date, I mean - it's dumb but I feel like I don't need them anymore." He looks away, then back at Gale again. "Because I have you."

"Oh." Gale looks at his hands in his lap, trying to process it.

Bucky, who refused to let even his mom touch those stars, is now ready to take them off with Gale's help because of Gale. It doesn't even matter that this makes Gale's present pointless - the warmth of love fills Gale from head to toe. It kind of sounds like as if he was important to Bucky. More important than a memory from the father who left him. After two months. Gale doesn’t really know what this means, but... He likes it. Feeling like he matters is the most amazing thing he has ever experienced.

Slowly, a smile spreads over his face until he’s grinning at Bucky. He gives Bucky's shoulder a light shove. "You’re the least romantic boyfriend ever."

"Shut up, I can be romantic." Bucky laughs and tackles him back on the mattress. "I'm so romantic, you won’t even know what hit you."

"Your bony elbow?"

Bucky snorts, and they wrestle and banter until Gale’s out of breath from laughing and he’s sure his hair stands up in cowlicks. That’s when Bucky throws himself down next to him with his phone in his hand.

"Let’s take a selfie."

"Now?" Frowning, Gale holds up a hand to cover his face. He’s a mess in ugly pjs, and he's pretty sure he has a red spot on his chin too. Utterly unflattering. "No, come on."

"Gaaale." Bucky pleads, turning to his side to cling to Gale. "I'm bored of my wallpaper."

"Just download something."

"I'm bored of that too." Bucky whines. "Please, we don’t take enough selfies. I want to remember this day."

Gale peeks out between his fingers only to see his half-hidden face and tangled hair on the screen of the phone Bucky holds up above them. Grinning, Bucky snaps the photo, then chortles when Gale groans, closes his eyes and drops his hands in defeat.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

When Gale looks up again and sighs, Bucky turns his head, and they meet each other's eyes. Happiness passes between them like a wave of warmth. With an indulgent smile, Gale leans forward and presses his lips to Bucky's.

Snap.

That last selfie ends up being Bucky's wallpaper for months to come until he breaks his phone playing soccer with Curt.

[soliloquy-dawn]

Day 26: Give your fanfic writers a boost and share your favourite MOTA AU

I'm not taking part in the daily dose challenge, but I saw a couple of posts with incredible fic recs, and could not pass up the chance to share some of my faves.

Quite a few have already been mentioned, like @middlingmay 50s Racing AU (so good I want to scream each time a new chapter comes out), and @joeyalohadream Cooler fic (oh my god, the sweet pleasure pain. So heartbreaking but so tender at the same time).

So, here's my wee list of other faves, in no particular order:

@london-cowboy: All of their fics are wonderful, but especially their newest WIP, Hit Me Where the Heart Is, got me in a chokehold. Two chapters in, and we've been fed morsels of riveting backstory, and it's all coming together, but there's so much more I NEED TO KNOW RIGHT NOW (I will wait, it's fine). Buck and Bucky embark on a (healing?) BDSM journey together, and we're tagging along and going through an emotional rollercoaster while we're at it.

And my favourite potato girl is there!

Also, the smut is delicious. That goes without saying.

@weimarweekly: their Rodeo AU is just.... I am speechless. The tactile, sensual nature of their writing tickles my brain in the bestest of ways.

I think about Gale's blond fuzz you know where probably more often that John does, and that's saying something.

I have just finished this fic, and what perfect timing: @drylite and their Futile Devices. In the grim reality of the stalag, Bucky gets sick, and Buck takes care of him. So good!

Another recent and delicious find: Repressed Vampire Buck by ipsilateral. If someone knows their @, let me know.

@wayrad and their Brokeback Mountain AU. I ACTUALLY THINK ABOUT THIS FIC AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK, and then I panic thinking I've not commented, and I run to check. No, ofc I have commented. It's so good. And again, I have to mention the smut... I can't help myself. So good. 10/10.

We could make it up as we go by youllneverrecme (ah, the irony), @recmeidareya Mind the tags, but aside from that, OH MY GOD. ANGSTY OMEGAVERSE, stalag rendition. So good. Been following it religiously since I found it. We need more MOTA omegaverse. (@wayrad and @euph0riacc looking at you lot, I know you have some delicious stuff cooking).

And finally... last but certainly not least. @angelfruittree.

Theirs is a different form of artistry. They take these stories that we all love so much, and turn them into something else. Something new. An auditory experience. A journey for your senses. The boys truly come alive with her voice.

And she's been on a creative streak recently, releasing a whole bunch of new podfics. Go check them out.

These are by no means all the fics and authors I cherish, but the ones that have been on my mind most recently.

Such a talented fandom.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 47 – CANON DIVERGENCE

From here to infinity by everythingispoetry

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 17,095 Tags: Homelessness, Secret Identity, Major Illness

Summary: In a world where superheroes are still secret, Steve walks past a homeless man every morning on his way to work. Then they save the world together - but it's not enough.

Reasons why I love it: Steve's unwavering trust in Tony – despite never having actually seen him in action – is really touching. I love how Steve clocked exactly what Tony needed and gave him notebooks instead of money. And Tony's illness is the perfect sprinkle of angst on top of an already perfect fic-cake. I love this fic, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

Half Agony, Half Hope by Annie D (scaramouche)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 37,920 Tags: Past Bad Break-up, Slow Burn, Modern Steve

Summary: Following the Battle of New York, the Avengers Initiative kicks into high gear under the leadership of Steve Rogers, i.e. Captain America. Tony didn’t mean to become part of this initiative, but it makes sense to sign on due to his experience with SHIELD and Rhodey’s War Machine suits. The upside: Tony’s tech can be used in a widespread and meaningful way to help protect people. The downside: the last time Tony saw Steve, he’d rejected Steve’s proposal of marriage and broke his heart, leading to almost ten years of the two having no contact whatsoever. Until now.

Reasons why I love it: I always come back to this fic for my daily dose of Tony feels. I really love this spin on canon, especially how Tony's past and resulting PTSD shapes his behavior. And modern Steve is a delight as much as he makes me shake my fist at the sky. This fic is wonderful, and if you haven't read it, I hope you give it a shot!

This Might Just Work by Odsbodkins

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony Rating: M Words: 16,253 Tags: Canon Divergence, Lust at First Sight, First Time

Summary: Bucky Barnes is unwillingly dragged along when Nick Fury goes to talk to Tony Stark about the Avenger Initiative, as a little demonstration of the bigger universe Tony's just joined.

Reasons why I love it: Of course Bucky and Tony have instant sexual tension. And of course the addition of Steve only makes it worse (read: better). I love how different Steve's introduction to the future is with Bucky there, and Stuckony's relationship towards the end is just adorable. Give me all the banter! I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too!

[oskea93]

✶ Whiskey (3 - pt.1) ✶ - John “Bucky” Egan x OC - Masters of the Air fandom - Multi-chaptered story.

⚠ Warning: Rating 18+ ⚠ Chapter warning: cursing, historical sexism Words: 4120 A/N: Hey lovely people! So, I had to break this chapter up into two parts just because this first part was important to the story. The man of the hour will not be featured in this chapter but another one of our favorites will be introduced... (I'll let you figure out who it is!) As the warnings show, there will be a hefty dose of historical sexism so be cautious of that. Lastly, I just want to thank you all for taking the time to read my stories. I greatly appreciate each and every one of you ❤️ Taglist is available 😊

The jolt of the landing gear coming down snapped me out of my sleep, and I noticed Dominick's unease immediately. The anticipation of meeting with Colonel Huglin was clearly weighing on him, his usual easy demeanor replaced by a palpable tension that seemed to fill the air around us. Every movement he made was deliberate, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest as he stared out the window, lost in his thoughts.

I could tell that his nerves were on edge, his mind preoccupied with what lay ahead. When I tried to engage him in conversation, even the simplest question was met with a sharp response, his words biting back with a quickness that surprised me. It was unlike him to be so curt, so distant, and it pained me to see him wrestling with his inner turmoil.

As the plane descended towards the small town that would be our home for however long the war raged on, I watched with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The landscape below unfolded before my eyes, revealing a picturesque scene that seemed almost untouched by the chaos of the outside world.

Small cottages dotted the countryside in a sorted fashion, their roofs glistening in the sunlight. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys, a sign of life stirring within the quaint dwellings. The streets were quiet, with only a few early risers going about their daily routines, their silhouettes moving like shadows against the backdrop of the rising sun.

The vast fields of green that surrounded the town stretched out as far as the eye could see, a sea of tranquility in the midst of uncertainty. The sight of the lush vegetation was a welcomed one, a reminder of the beauty that still existed in a world torn apart by conflict and strife.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I remarked, my smile faltering slightly as Dominick remained silent, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. A sense of disappointment washed over me as his lack of response hung heavy in the air between us.

I turned my gaze back to the landscape outside, the beauty of the small town now tinged with a hint of melancholy. The cottages and fields that had seemed so inviting moments ago now felt like a facade, masking the underlying tension that simmered beneath the surface.

The plane roughly shook as the wheels skidded onto the runway, the loud rumble of the engine gradually drowning out the defining silence that had settled between my husband and me. The tension in the air was palpable, so thick that it felt suffocating, wrapping around us like a heavy shroud.

As the aircraft came to a stop, the sound of the engine slowly faded away, leaving behind an eerie stillness that seemed to amplify the distance that had grown between us. I stole a glance at Dominick, his jaw clenched tight, his gaze fixed on the seat in front of him, refusing to meet my eyes.

"I have to meet with Colonel Huglin right away," Dom's voice cut through the lingering silence, his tone clipped and tense. "Your actions this morning already put me 10 minutes behind schedule."

His words landed like a blow, the accusation in his voice stinging with a sharpness that caught me off guard. The weight of his disappointment hung heavy in the air, adding to the tension that already surrounded us like a suffocating fog.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to delay you," I replied, my tone clipped. “I wasn’t gonna leave without saying goodbye to my daughter – no good mother would do that,” I added, my words sharp, aimed in his direction.

In that charged moment, my words became a weapon, a way to defend my actions and assert my position. The intensity of the situation was palpable, the air crackling with unspoken thoughts and emotions that begged to be addressed.

He rose from his seat, pulling out the wrinkles of his jacket. “One of the secretaries will show you to the house, make sure you get settled while I’m gone,” he stated, his actions crisp and controlled. It was evident that he was not accustomed to a woman taking the upper hand in a conversation, as he seemed to brush aside my earlier words without acknowledging their weight. “Make sure you’re ready for dinner when I arrive,” he continued, his gaze finally meeting mine. “Don’t want to be late for something else twice in one day.” His tone carried a hint of authority, a subtle reminder of his expectations and the boundaries he sought to impose.

As he spoke, I felt a mix of defiance and frustration bubbling within me. His dismissal of my words only fueled my determination to assert myself, to make my presence known in a way that could not be ignored. The subtle power play unfolding between us was palpable, each word and gesture a move in a silent dance of dominance and submission.

He quickly gathered his things and made his way towards the exit. I watched him go, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. The meeting with Colonel Huglin loomed large in the forefront of his mind, a reminder of the challenges that lay ahead and the uncertainties that threatened to drive us further apart.

I took a deep breath as I stood, the sound of my heels clicking against the floor of the plane echoing in the enclosed space. I distanced myself behind him, creating a physical barrier as I sought a moment of solitude amidst the flurry of activity unfolding around us. The familiar rhythm of his voice mingled with the murmur of conversation as he engaged with the men waiting at the stairs of the aircraft.

I could sense his presence commanding attention, his words likely weaving a narrative of past accomplishments and accolades, subtly stroking his ego and reinforcing his position within the group of talented individuals gathered around him. It was a familiar scene; one I had witnessed before – a display of confidence and authority designed to assert his dominance in the room.

The feeling of the warm spring air enveloped me as I descended the stairs, a stark contrast to the dreary cold of London that we had left behind. Despite still being in England, the touch of warmth and the glimpse of partly cloudy skies were a refreshing change, lifting my spirits as I stepped onto the tarmac.

“Oh my stars –“ a gruff voice sounded, breaking through the tranquility of the moment. “Dom, old boy, you didn’t say anything about bringing a movie star with you on the plane.”

The unexpected remark caught me off guard, drawing my attention to the man who had spoken. His tone held a mix of surprise and admiration, hinting at a touch of humor in his observation. I couldn't help but smile at the unexpected comparison, the lighthearted comment providing a moment of levity amidst the seriousness of the situation.

As the other man in the group, including Dominick, turned their attention towards me, a sense of surprise washed over me. The men respectfully removed their hats as they stood before me, a gesture of chivalry that felt both antiquated and endearing in such a setting. Dominick's arm found its place around my waist, pulling me closer to his side, a somewhat forced smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he introduced me to the group.

“Gentlemen-“his voice rang out, his hold on me firm. “I would like to introduce you to my beautiful wife, Rachel.” The declaration hung in the air, a mix of pride and formality evident in his words. The men before me responded with smiles and nods, their expressions welcoming as I offered a small wave in acknowledgment.

“Rachel, this is Colonel Huglin-“Dominick gestured towards the dark-haired man, his introduction smooth and practiced. “And this is his assistant, Fredrick Bard.” The men received their introduction with a nod of recognition, their eyes curious and welcoming as they took in the sight of me standing beside Dominick.

Stepping away from my husband's grasp, I took a moment to compose myself before extending my hand to each man in turn. "It's a pleasure to meet you," I said with a warm smile, meeting their surprised gazes with a sense of ease and grace. The slight look of shock on their faces as they accepted my handshake did not go unnoticed, but I maintained my composure, determined to make a positive impression.

"Dominick has spoken so highly of you Colonel Huglin," I continued, my tone genuine and welcoming. "It truly feels like I knew you before now." My smile remained unwavering, a flicker of camaraderie and connection sparking between us as I acknowledged the shared history and camaraderie that Dominick had often spoken of.

In that moment of introduction, I felt a sense of empowerment and agency, asserting my presence in a world that was still adjusting to the idea of a woman standing as an equal among men. The exchange of handshakes and pleasantries marked a subtle shift in the dynamics of the group, signaling my willingness to engage and connect on my own terms.

Dominick's hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me back into his side with a firm grip, a displeased look etched on his chiseled face. "You'll have to excuse my wife, gentlemen –" he said with a forced chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood. "She's not been properly trained.”

All three men shared a hearty laugh at the joke, their booming voices filling the space with mirth. I felt the heat of embarrassment spread across my face, transforming my usually pale cheeks into a vibrant shade of crimson.

"Maybe I’m not the one who needs the training, darling," I remarked, the words slipping past my lips before I could stop them. The jovial laughter that had filled the air just moments before came to an abrupt halt. Huglin, who had been chuckling heartily in front of me, cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes darting between me and Dominick who was now staring at me in disbelief.

"Rachel –" Dominick's voice was stern, cutting through the tense silence that enveloped us. "Gentlemen –" He seemed at a loss for words, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration. "I am truly sorry for how my wife is acting." His eyes bore into mine, demanding a swift and sincere apology to mend the damage my previous words had caused. "Apologize to these men right now," he commanded, his fingers gripping my wrist with a force that bordered on painful.

I opened my mouth to comply, ready to offer the apology he sought, but before the words could leave my lips, the piercing sound of a vehicle racing towards us shattered the moment.

The female driver stopped short a couple feet away from where we were standing, adjusting her windblown hair as she walked in our direction.

"Oh yes," Colonel Huglin exclaimed with a hint of relief as the new arrival approached, a confident woman with a poised demeanor. He gestured towards her with a welcoming smile, introducing her to the couple before him. "Colonel and Mrs. Nottsworth, this is Elizabeth," he said warmly, "she's my personal secretary and will be instrumental in helping you get settled in your new home."

Elizabeth nodded politely, extending her hand in greeting as she spoke, "It's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm here to assist in any way I can to ensure your transition is smooth and comfortable."

I smiled gratefully, already feeling reassured by Elizabeth's professional demeanor. Dominick looked at her with a stern expression, nodding in acknowledgment.

"Shall the women set off towards the house," Huglin suggested. "And us men can head to the main office and start discussing the next mission." Elizabeth nodded her head with a smile, choosing to start walking back to the car as I remained standing with Dominick.

I turned to face him, his eyes meeting mine in a piercing gaze, clearly still upset about the earlier exchange in front of his new colleagues. "Just give me a moment with my wife, Colonel," Dominick asserted firmly. Colonel Huglin and Fredrick nodded in acknowledgment, walking away from where Dominick and I stood.

With his back turned to the departing men, Dominick pulled me in for a brief, strained hug. His voice was devoid of any warmth as he spoke in a low, chilling tone, "You embarrass me like that again—" His threat hung in the air, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He pulled away slightly, his piercing green eyes locked onto mine. "I will make sure it'll be the last."

Feeling a mix of fear and unease at his stern words, I swallowed hard, nodding silently in response. His lips brushed my cheek coldly as he added, "Now be a good wife and get the house in order." His touch sent a shiver down my spine as he continued, his tone firm, "And remember what I said about tonight."

My body remained still as I watched him walk away with the men, acting as if the words he just whispered had stayed unsaid. It wasn’t the first time I had been threatened in that manner by him – whenever I would talk back or undermined him in front of his family or friends, there would always be a moment of reprimanding. Or in Dom’s case, a threat because it showed he had the upper hand in the marriage.

"Mrs. Nottsworth?" Elizabeth's soft voice came up behind me.

I quickly turned around, replacing my frown with a pageant smile. "Are you ready, ma'am?" Her eyes searched mine, likely catching the tail end of Dominick and my interaction.

"Yes, Elizabeth, I'm ready," I replied, forcing cheerfulness into my tone…

As Dominick meticulously unpacked his second trunk, the air in the room was still heavy with unspoken tension. His movements were deliberate, almost mechanical, as if each item he retrieved held a weight far greater than its physical mass. I observed him in silence, noting the furrow in his brow and the tight set of his jaw. It was clear that something troubled him deeply.

Meanwhile, I focused on getting ready for the evening ahead. I had chosen an elegant dress from my wardrobe, its deep blue fabric catching the light in a way that made it seem almost iridescent. As I slipped it on and fastened the delicate clasps, I couldn't shake the feeling that tonight would be a turning point of some kind. The anticipation hummed beneath my skin, a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

Dominick finally finished unpacking his trunk and turned to me, his expression inscrutable. Without a word, he reached out a hand to help me with the final touches of my ensemble. His touch was gentle yet tinged with a hint of urgency, as if he were trying to convey something important through the simple act of assisting me.

"Thank you," I murmured, my eyes meeting his in the reflection of the mirror.

A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers lightly danced down my back, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes.The warmth of his touch seeped into my very being, melting away the remnants of tension and guilt that had plagued me moments before.

As he began to pivot away, a surge of regret and urgency propelled me to speak before he could leave. "I'm sorry about what I said to Colonel Huglin earlier," my voice wavered with genuine contrition. "I don't know what came over me to utter such words, but I deeply regret it, darling.”

His movements stilled, the weight of my apology hung in the room, filling the space between us.

"I didn't mean to hurt you or embarrass you," I continued, my words earnest and raw with emotion. "I let my anger and frustration cloud my judgment, and I spoke out of turn.”

Silence enveloped us, broken only by the soft hum of the distant sound of plane engines. His gaze softened, and a flicker of understanding crossed his features. Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his touch gentle as he reached out to grasp my hand.

"It's okay," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to my turbulent thoughts. "We all have moments of weakness, my love." His lips met my cheek, lingering for a moment as his hand rested on my lower back.

I was always the first to apologize, a habit ingrained through years of navigating the complexities of our relationship. Even when he was the one to embarrass me in front of those men, I had learned to swallow my pride and maintain the facade of the supportive, unassuming wife.

I wasn't an important colonel brought in to advise on the war strategy or make critical decisions. I was simply a wife who stood by her husband, offering silent support and keeping her opinions to herself. It was a role I had grown accustomed to, a role that often required me to suppress my own desires and aspirations for the sake of maintaining harmony within our marriage.

Just like Marigold taught me.

The dinner was filled with the laughter of men, their voices animated as they regaled each other with tales of daring fleets and distinguished honors bestowed upon them by influential political figures.

I couldn't help but notice the other wives, their smiles carefully poised as they leaned into their husbands, nodding and laughing at all the right moments. There was a palpable swell of pride and entitlement that seemed to course through their powdered faces, a facade of sophistication and breeding that masked the underlying tensions and rivalries.

As the men spoke, their wives exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sharp and assessing, each vying for a position of superiority within the social hierarchy. It was a subtle yet fierce competition, played out through veiled compliments, strategic alliances, and subtle displays of wealth and status.

In their midst, I felt like an outsider, a silent observer to a world that I did not fully belong to. While they reveled in their shared sense of belonging and exclusivity, I remained on the fringes, acutely aware of the unspoken rules and expectations that governed their interactions.

They looked at each other like dogs in a crowded cage, their gazes sharp and calculating, each assessing the other for any sign of weakness or vulnerability. This was ever present once the dinner rolled into the party in the next hall over. The band’s music blaring through the large room, those in and out of uniform dancing away.

The wives had congregated along the wall, forming a silent tableau of elegant restraint amidst the lively revelry unfolding in the center of the room. I joined their ranks, taking a seat next to a young wife who was engaged in conversation with the woman beside her.

Their voices were hushed, their laughter tinkling like delicate chimes in the air, but as I attempted to join in, I was met with a wall of icy indifference. It was as if an invisible barrier had been erected around me, marking me as an outsider in this exclusive circle of wives.

I listened intently, trying to catch their eye or offer a polite comment, but they remained resolutely focused on each other, their gestures and expressions subtly excluding me from their intimate conversation. It was clear that I had not yet earned my place among them, that I was still an interloper in their carefully constructed world of alliances and allegiances.

These women were supposed to be my allies, my confidantes in a world filled with unfamiliar faces and unwritten rules. But instead of extending a welcoming hand, they turned their backs on me, their indifference a silent rebuke that cut deeper than any overt hostility.

As I sat there, a sense of isolation and alienation washed over me, a reminder of my outsider status in this insular community of military wives. I felt a twinge of disappointment and hurt, but beneath it all, there simmered a spark of defiance and determination.

I glanced over at Dominick, engrossed in conversation with the other men, their camaraderie fueled by cigars and scotch that seemed to flow independently of any external influences.

Slowly, I rose from my seat, the click of my heels against the polished floor echoing in the room as I made my way towards the refreshment table. The clink of glasses and murmur of voices provided a backdrop to my solitary journey, a stark contrast to the lively interactions unfolding around me.

Reaching the table, I offered a polite smile to the woman who stood behind it, her eyes twinkling with appreciation as she handed me a cup. The simple gesture of kindness warmed my heart, a small beacon of connection in a sea of indifference.

"Thank you," I murmured, meeting her gaze with a grateful nod.

As I sipped the cool liquid, I let my gaze wander across the room, observing those around me as they enjoyed the night.

"Excuse me?" My neck turned to the side, meeting the gaze of a polished soldier standing before me. His hair was slicked to the side, accentuating his chiseled features, while his blue eyes shined like a crystal-clear sky.

He shuffled on his feet, a nervous movement I supposed, betraying the facade of confidence he tried to exude. The crisp uniform he wore was adorned with medals and badges, a testament to his service and dedication. Despite his imposing presence, there was a vulnerability in his demeanor that tugged at my curiosity.

"Yes?" I smiled warmly as I set the drink down on the table.

He scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting over to a group of guys trying not to stare at our interaction. "Wou-" he paused, his words stuttering. "Wou- would you, uh-" He stumbled over his words, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink in embarrassment. "Fucking hell-" he muttered under his breath, a mix of frustration and amusement evident in his voice.

I couldn't help but feel a small smile forming into a smirk at the curse word slipping out. His nerves were endearing, and I found myself growing more intrigued by his attempt at asking me to dance.

Finally, after a moment of internal struggle, he mustered up the courage to look me in the eye and ask, "Would you like to dance with me?" The words escaped him in a rush, a mix of hope and uncertainty lacing his tone.

I met his gaze, feeling a soft flutter of excitement in my chest at the invitation. His vulnerability was both surprising and refreshing, and I couldn't help but be drawn to the genuine sincerity in his eyes.

I arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in my eye as I considered his invitation. "Dance with you?" I repeated, drawing out the words teasingly. The soldier's cheeks flushed slightly, his gaze flickering nervously between me and the ground. I couldn’t help but glance over at his group of friends, who were watching our exchange with bated breath, their expressions a mix of anticipation and silent encouragement.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I extended a hand towards him. "I would be delighted to dance with you," I replied, my voice warm and inviting. The soldier's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of relief and excitement flashing across his features.

As the music swelled around us, I placed my hand in his. With a gentle tug, he led me to the center of the room, those sitting now on the edge of their seats as they watched us post up for the slow dance that was starting. The soldier's steps were hesitant at first, but as we moved together in time with the music, his confidence grew.

The weight of Dominick's intense gaze bore down on me like a heavy cloak as the young solider moved me around the floor. The familiar look of anger etched on his features sent a shiver down my spine, knowing the storm that brewed beneath his controlled exterior. The colonels standing by his side watched the scene unfold, their eyes flickering between Dominick and me, as if bracing for the clash that seemed inevitable.

It was evident that the young soldier held a lower rank compared to Dominick, likely a Lieutenant given his demeanor and insignia. Despite the unspoken tension hanging in the air, I made a conscious choice not to embarrass the soldier in front of his comrades. Instead, I saw an opportunity to offer a fleeting moment of joy and respite amidst the uncertainty that loomed on the horizon.

[prpfz]

She/Her. 21+. Looking for various fandom roleplays. 🐺

I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I like to stick to Tumblr for plotting. I write in third person, past tense and usually around 200-400 words. I work full-time during the week so daily replies will not happen. I try my hardest to get them out within 2-3 days. I do not double and have no triggers.

I'm open to MxM, FxF, and MxF ships, although MxM is my strong preference so please at least be open to discussing MxM pairings, even if we end up going with something else. I'm mostly looking for canon x canon pairings but am willing to discuss some canon x OC. I lean towards romantic pairings and writing NSFW/smut (with a healthy dose of plot). Neither of those are a requirement, though.

I'll just be listing my main muses for each fandom. I have a lot of favorite ships. I'm always open to doing others. There's only a slight chance I'll turn a ship down.

Baldur's Gate 3:

Abdirak

Arvir (male OC ; Dark Urge Tiefling ; "Cleric of Bane")

Astarion

Gale Dekarios

Ketheric Thorm

Rolan

Rugan

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

Doctor Who:

Delgado!Master

Dhawan!Master

Eleventh Doctor

Fifth Doctor

Fourteenth Doctor

Harry Sullivan

Ian Chesterton

Jack Harkness

Rogue

Second Doctor

Sixth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Game of Thrones (TV Show or the ASOIAF Books):

Beric Dondarrion

Bronn

Davos Seaworth

Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Lyn Corbray

Petyr Baelish

Robb Stark

Roose Bolton

Sansa Stark

Stannis Baratheon

Thoros

Tywin Lannister

Interview with the Vampire (TV Show Only):

Armand

Lestat de Lioncourt

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Frank Castle

Loki Laufeyson

Nathan Summers

Andrew!Peter Parker

Ray Nadeem

Tony Stark

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Movies or Game):

Drayton Sawyer/Slaughter

Johnny Sawyer/Slaughter

Nubbins Sawyer/Slaughter

Tex Sawyer

Tinker Sawyer

The X-Files:

Alex Krycek

CGB Spender/The Cigarette Smoking Man

Fox Mulder

John Doggett

Walter Skinner

If you want to work something out, please like this post and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Please only like this post if you actually want to do something.

give a like and anon will get back to you

[wintercosmickillsx]

Gotta have my daily dose of Steve + Bucky angst.

Captain America #750 (2023)

[mohish-ko]

★ "It began with my hand going numb, and soon my entire body followed." ★

[darkrpfinders]

She/Her. 21+. Looking for various fandom roleplays.

I write on Discord or through Tumblr messages. I like to stick to Tumblr for plotting. I write in third person, past tense and usually around 200-400 words. I work full-time during the week so daily replies will not happen. I try my hardest to get them out within 2-3 days. I do not double and have no triggers.

I'm open to MxM, FxF, and MxF ships, although MxM is my strong preference so please at least be open to discussing MxM pairings, even if we end up going with something else. I'm mostly looking for canon x canon pairings but am willing to discuss some canon x OC. I lean towards romantic pairings and writing NSFW/smut (with a healthy dose of plot). Neither of those are a requirement, though.

I'll just be listing my main muses for each fandom. I have a lot of favorite ships. I'm always open to doing others. There's only a slight chance I'll turn a ship down.

Baldur's Gate 3:

Abdirak

Arvir (male OC ; Dark Urge Tiefling ; "Cleric of Bane")

Astarion

Gale Dekarios

Ketheric Thorm

Rolan

Rugan

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

Doctor Who:

Delgado!Master

Dhawan!Master

Eleventh Doctor

Fifth Doctor

Fourteenth Doctor

Harry Sullivan

Ian Chesterton

Jack Harkness

Rogue

Second Doctor

Sixth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Game of Thrones (TV Show or the ASOIAF Books):

Beric Dondarrion

Bronn

Davos Seaworth

Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Lyn Corbray

Petyr Baelish

Robb Stark

Roose Bolton

Sansa Stark

Stannis Baratheon

Thoros

Tywin Lannister

Interview with the Vampire (TV Show Only):

Armand

Lestat de Lioncourt

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Frank Castle

Loki Laufeyson

Nathan Summers

Andrew!Peter Parker

Ray Nadeem

Tony Stark

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Movies or Game):

Drayton Sawyer/Slaughter

Johnny Sawyer/Slaughter

Nubbins Sawyer/Slaughter

Tex Sawyer

Tinker Sawyer

The X-Files:

Alex Krycek

CGB Spender/The Cigarette Smoking Man

Fox Mulder

John Doggett

Walter Skinner

If you want to work something out, please like this post and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Please only like this post if you actually want to do something.

.

[roleplayfinder]

21+. She/Her. Please be 21+ to interact!

I would love to get some Marvel/Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) threads going.

I write in third person, past tense and usually around 2-4 paragraphs. I can't reply daily because I work full-time but I usually get something out within a couple of days. I prefer plotting on Tumblr and writing on Discord. I'm mainly looking for canon x canon pairings at the moment and enjoy canon and canon divergent plots the most. I'm willing to take on a limited amount of canon x OC. I lean towards romantic pairings and won't turn down smut with a healthy dose of plot, but I'm fine with keeping things clean.

My main muses are the following (anyone in bold I'm especially dying to write as right now):

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Carol Danvers

Frank Castle

James!Harry Osborn

Loki Laufeyson

Nathan Summers/Cable

Willem!Norman Osborn

Andrew!Peter Parker

Ray Nadeem

Tony Stark

Wade Wilson

I'm open when it comes to discussing ships but I'll throw out some of my favorites that I'm really looking for right now (bold = I want to write as that character ; italics = I have a slight preference for that character ; nothing = I'm fine writing as either):

Dex x Ray

Dex x Matt

Dex x Wade

Dex x Karen

Billy x Frank

Billy x Karen

Bruce x Tony

Bucky x Zemo

Carol x Valkyrie

Frank x Matt

James!Harry x Tobey!Peter

Loki x Thor

Loki x Grandmaster

Loki x Mobius

Cable x Wade

Norman x Otto

Andrew!Peter x Wade

Andrew!Peter x Tobey!Peter

Andrew!Peter x Matt

Andrew!Peter x Male MJ

Andrew!Peter x Gwen

Tony x Tom!Peter

Tony x Strange

Tony x Steve

Wade x Logan

Wade x Dopinder

Wade x Colossus

Wade x Comics!Peter

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (preferred so I don't get shadowbanned) or like this post and I'll message you.

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[findyourrp]

21+. She/Her. Looking for some of random fandom roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact! 🎃

I prefer plotting on Tumblr and writing on Discord. I write in third person, past tense. Semi-lit/lit (2-4 paragraphs). I try my hardest to reply daily. Depending on how the work week is going, it may take 2-3 days to hear back from me, though. NSFW/smut greatly preferred (with a healthy dose of plot) but not necessary.

I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM, FxF, or MxF). I'll take on some canon x OC (only MxM or FxF). I like canon or canon divergent plots. As long as the plot makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it.

I'll just be listing the muses I'm most interested in writing as at the moment. I can write others for most of the fandoms. I have my favorite ships but I'm open to discussing doing pretty much anything.

Doctor Who: Eleventh Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Fourteenth Doctor, Sixth Doctor

Fantastic Beasts: Albus Dumbledore, Theseus Scamander

Game of Thrones: Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon

Ghost BC: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus IV

Grand Theft Auto V: Michael De Santa, Steve Haines

Harry Potter Franchise: Barty Crouch Jr., Cedric Diggory, Cormac McLaggen, Gilderoy Lockhart, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape

Marvel: Benjamin Poindexter, Billy Russo, Bucky Barnes, Frank Castle, Loki Laufeyson, Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Andrew!Peter only), Tony Stark, Wade Wilson

Saw Franchise: Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Scream Franchise: Dewey Riley, Jill Roberts, Mickey Altieri, Richie Kirsch

The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh

If interested in working something out, please message me (highly preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

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[findroleplay]

21+. She/Her. Looking for some of random fandom roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact!

I prefer plotting on Tumblr and writing on Discord. I write in third person, past tense. Semi-lit/lit (2-4 paragraphs). I try my hardest to reply daily. Depending on how the work week is going, it may take 2-3 days to hear back from me, though. NSFW/smut greatly preferred (with a healthy dose of plot) but not necessary.

I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM, FxF, or MxF). I'll take on some canon x OC (only MxM or FxF). I like canon or canon divergent plots. As long as the plot makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it.

I'll just be listing the muses I'm most interested in writing as at the moment. I can write others for most of the fandoms. I have my favorite ships but I'm open to discussing doing pretty much anything.

Doctor Who: Eleventh Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Fourteenth Doctor, Sixth Doctor

Fantastic Beasts: Albus Dumbledore, Theseus Scamander

Game of Thrones: Jaime Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Roose Bolton, Stannis Baratheon

Ghost BC: Cardinal Copia, Papa Emeritus IV

Grand Theft Auto V: Michael De Santa, Steve Haines

Harry Potter Franchise: Barty Crouch Jr., Cedric Diggory, Cormac McLaggen, Gilderoy Lockhart, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape

Marvel: Benjamin Poindexter, Billy Russo, Bucky Barnes, Frank Castle, Loki Laufeyson, Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Andrew!Peter only), Tony Stark, Wade Wilson

Saw Franchise: Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Scream Franchise: Dewey Riley, Jill Roberts, Mickey Altieri, Richie Kirsch

The Walking Dead: Beth Greene, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Shane Walsh

If interested in working something out, please message me (highly preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

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