#robert barnes fic

[bbeboppp]

𝘈 𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘙'𝘚 𝘋𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘔・Sergeant Barnes x reader

I can fix him... I swear..

• matador /ˈmatədɔː/

noun 1.a bullfighter whose task is to kill the bull.

• Among foxholes, tunnels, battlefields, ruins, and the dense foliage of the Vietnamese jungle, many men evolve past recorded evolution. They become machines of war; tricked by rich superiors they will never meet that their brutality and unpredictable deaths are as vital to the ecosystem of economy, government, and control as rainwater is to the ecosystems they destroy to obtain this rumoured brilliance. All men in such circumstances go through similar events; only their minds differ their experiences. Some say another day survived is another day closer to home, to their darling, to quiet tranquil slumber.

• Barnes differed from his men, no, his subordinates. The majority of men had fresh faces with round eyes, conversed often and loudly, struggling with an inner moral compass. They were drafted in; unfortunate sons with no silver spoons. Among these bodies of flesh was yet another body, of the same mortal, woundable flesh; yet none of them seemed to speak or think of him as such. Sargeant Barnes is hard to imagine as young, smooth-skinned or with sparkling eyes. Every piece of imagery connected with him plead to differ; he had darkened cool blue eyes, the type to cut you down the middle slowly with a lengthy stare. He had handsome features, but the healed scars curving, sliding, splitting up his facial structure that dipped like canyons on the plains of his face were seen first. He was the elephant man, in a slighter, twisted way. He remembered the days he was beautiful, and with no vanity in it, he mourned tearlessly the day he lost it. The monster within him had torn at his flesh and leaked it's terribleness out onto him, dripping and trickling out to show the rest of the world what kind of man he was.

• A matador. He did not adorn dazzling pieces from an expensive wardrobe, instead he wore an identical to many uniform, a helmet on his head, ladder-laced boots on his feet. He flashed no red cape at the approaching bull, but he held his M16 into the unknowing dark abyss of what dread and tragedy tomorrow was capable of. He was a man who killed, and was never to be killed. He served a pointless war led by commanding men far away, just as a matador entertains the masses who care not for him, but for how much of a spectacle he can put on to prove he can kill a bull. Instead of applause, praise and luxury, he will be granted money and hide away from society at the end of it all, as long as he manages to outlast the bull.

• Such a stone-hearted, ice-cold man had no time for casualties. He wrote no letters home, he received none, he engaged in no card games, he was not invited either, he sat alone with Jack Daniels, his only friend, and the heaviness of alcohol carried him into sleep. In dreams, a woman held him. His head rested on her chest, his arms limply around a figure parallel to him, warm, sweet-smelling breath on his head from a face up above. He dreamt in silence, awkward lengths of time with little to no dialogue. It was divinatory, a glimpse into heaven, somewhere he had decided to doom himself into believing was out of reach for him; something he did not deserve.

• Barnes remembers how it was seeing you for the first time. You were so casual about your beauty, about the way your hair fell or swerved around your shoulder when you moved your head, the expressions you pulled on your face, the way your lips parted and moved when you spoke, the squint and shine in your eyes when they winced as you laughed.

• Maybe before a shrapnel had carved into his face he could've stood a chance speaking to women. The few he met in Vietnam saw him for what he saw himself too as; a rotten apple, a man who was hard to imagine once as someone's young son, someone clueless to the cruelty of war, and what soldiers were left to deal with in the aftermath. He could imagine how much more difficult coming back home to America could be, if he made it back at all. Barnes had decided, once, late at night, sobering up as the sunrise crept light onto the dark green land that he should die here. Out here, in the battlefield, shot or blown or cut up. If heaven existed, he would never reach it. If Valhalla did though, maybe he'd make it there.

• An ambush, a bloody, swift, unpredicted ambush is what massacred half the platoon. Bullets flew, whizzing past ears and limbs and heads dotted with fearful eyes. Men shouted on both sides, at each other, at the opposite sides. No bother the language barrier, the rage of war would be conversed. A slow, terrible stagger back to base ensued. After running for maybe fifteen minutes your lungs run out of breath, the adrenaline cans empty and you run out of fuel. Men carried their companions into the medic tents, shoulders slung over each other, or the worse off on stretchers. Barnes stood outside the tent, lighting a cigarette bent from sitting alone in his pocket for who knows how long. It had a stale taste.

• Maybe three hours, maybe four hours passed by before Barnes solitary staring into the distant jungle was interrupted. "Sergeant?" You, tired yet still attentive stood by the entrance. Your uniform had odd drops of browned red freckling it's white cloth from handling, helping, attending to and being around the wounded and dying. "You need me to look at that?" You pointed to a cut that had been bleeding down his arm for a while now. Barnes figured it wasn't killing him, so it wasn't a problem; he didn't need any medical attention. "'M fine, you go check on'em worse off than me." He turned his head away, a cigarette between his two calloused fingers. "Thing is, I have. Everyone's been seen, except you."

He raised his head, meeting your eyes. He waited to see a reaction. Most people squirmed uncomfortably, like a small animal under a hard boot, when Robert decided to stare at them. He watched your face, if you ever glanced at his scars fretfully or bashfully avoided his gaze to look at your shoes instead. You kept his gaze, meeting it with soft eyes; something he hadn't met in a very long time. You were looking at him because you cared. You shouldn't, he thought.

"C'mon inside, honey." You ushered, quietly, tilting your head in persuasion. You blinked slowly, unintentionally entrancing. He was a beautiful man you thought, one that shouldn't of been sitting on a crate surrounded by trodden mud with a sad stare, hurt and wearing a stone mask.

• The tent had two rooms; one with fold-out beds filled with pain-medicated privates, most now asleep, the other being the inventory room. A small table and chair were tucked into a corner of the small inventory room, beside stacks of crates and glass cabinets for viewing medications. Drawers of needles, pills, all running low on quantity. Barnes pulled the chair out from it's tucked position beneath the table. He faced it towards the opposite wall, where you opened a drawer taking out a suture needle.

• "You're gonna need stitched, I'm sorry to say." You spoke over your shoulder. He took a moment, finding you hilarious. His face had been stitched up a thousand times, he could bare a one or two on his arm. "That's alright." He drawled in a Southern accent, crossing his arms as he leaned back in comfort.

You turned to him now. He lifted his shirt sleeve a little, and turned his torso to the left to let you get better access to the wound. You stood between his legs, leaning forward. He watched your face this time as well, if you were scared by being so close to him. If your hands shook when you touched his skin and sewed up his wound. If you held your breath, if you gulped, if your forehead began collecting beads of sweat. None of these cynical predictions came though.

"Where are you from, with an accent like that?" You asked, completing the first stitch. Your fingers graced his skin briefly during this contact, Barnes could feel something warm inside him burn.

"South Carolina." Robert spoke slowly, his eyes leaving your face, examining the rest of you chastenedly. You were just another pretty nurse indulging in small talk, you had no interest in him he supposed. Nothing will come of this moment he thought, but your normality, your casualness around him was being silently adored, and he closed his eyes to cherish the moment.

"Never been there." You finished the second stitch. Barnes opened an eye to peek down, thinking it was over, but he needed one last stitch.

"You got a sweetheart waiting for you at home?" You asked coolly, keeping your eyes to the wound, not daring to meet his glare now. Barnes instead stared at you, those cold blue eyes assessing everything; your tone, your question, your body language.

• Only now did Barnes consider the nurse standing between his legs stitching him up making small talk despite his coldness may be taking some sort of interest in him. Maybe it was a joke, to try approach him and woo him over, to tame the animal disguised as a man.

After a long internal monologue with himself, Barnes answered. "No." His voice was simple, easy to assume as cold, but the relaxation of his face plead otherwise. He was relaxed.

"A handsome man like you? No one waiting on you?" You seconded, looking at him momentarily with a playful grin, pausing your work to do so. "Don't try me." His voice, his face, like clockwork, returned to sternness.

Snip. The last stitch was completed. You stayed where you were, both your thighs touching, neither moving.

"What?" You looked down at the seated man, the face of a broken, forsaken statue of a stony angel stared back. God was he golden, if only he could believe that himself.

"I don't like sweet talk. You nurses talk to all them sorry bastards you need to stitch up like that." His cruel tone buttered everything over, he spoke with distaste on his tongue.

Neither of you moved, still. You didn't back up, he didn't move to stand up. You stared at him with thoughtful eyes, as if you knew what you wanted to do but feared consequences. Carefully, you placed the palms of your hands either side of his jaw, very slowly. His skin was hot, his dark eyes unblinkingly watched you, you felt him tense up in the ever slightest.

You slowly rubbed circles on his skin with your thumbs. Your expression was soft, your lips slightly curved into a smile, your eyes squinted in both concentration and admiration. He looked up at you, a confused, struggling feeling brewing within him. Longing, guilt, breathlessness, hesitant elation.

"You can trust me." You whispered, a warm smile on your face that melted his guard down. "OK?" You inched closer, still caressing his face as he sat without a word.

He tilted his chin downwards, parallel to your neck. Not suddenly, but much quicker than you, he leaned in, resting his head sideways along your collarbone. His arms lifted, his hands first grazing the side of your thighs before travelling up to hold you around your waist, pulling you closer for comfort.

That shocked you, you felt like you had witnessed the rarest thing in the world, like a zoologist watching a bear awake from hibernation. Like something inside of Barnes that had been kept behind concrete walls and barbed wire was now let loose, but in the gentlest way possible. You moved your hands from his face to his back, arms around his shoulders, caressing his shoulder blades and upper back ever so slowly.

You felt his hot breath on your chest, your heart quickened it's pace. Barnes could hear it through your ribcage, the pat pat pat suddenly speeding up. You moved a hand up, towards his head of hair, running your fingers through it. You breathed in his aroma of cigarettes, sweat, blood and the vegetation of the jungle he had brushed up against from hours earlier in the day.

He remembered his dream of being held, so simply, so fondly. In his moment, before he could even realise what the cold sensation on his cheek was, a tear ran from his eye. One lonely drop of liquid, that rolled down and hung at the bottom of his jaw. He bit his tongue, savaging back any other shred of emotion that wanted to escape. Now he could die. A cold death, lonely, painful, lengthy, any way at all. Because even for just a short moment, no matter it's realness, he was held and felt the comfort of a child, the safeness of a falseness, an indescribable warmth. Love.

[breathing-in-waves]

Bob looks like a lost child at an MCR concert. 😭

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

OKAY OKAY OKAY-

WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND RN AND WHAT IF I WRITE A MCU ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHY CHOOSE FIC SERIES WHERE READER IS IN A DATING SHOW FOR SUPERHEROES/MUTANTS???

Like names/abilities/affiliations would not be revealed until the end (when you make your choice)!

Who would we like to participate as contestants???

[amasterpieceofmadness]

MASTERLIST marvel

Welcome to my main masterlist!

* means contains smut for 18+ only!

masterlist by characters

Bucky Barnes

comfort comforting Bucky after a nightmare museum you and your bf visit a museum of ww2 there for you him comforting you hooked on a feeling you and Bucky dance in the living room at night Valentines Day * How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day period sex * you're on your period and Bucky helps you ease the pain

Tony Stark

the new suit working on a new suit together leads to unexpected confessions ropes* Tony and you trying out something new I'm in charge * this time it's your turn to tie him up Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day needy * basically morning sex with Tony

Clint Barton

showers * your bodyguard joining in on a shower Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Steve Rogers

Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Loki Laufeyson

Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Thor Odinson

Valentines Day * How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

imagines and drabbles

How the Marvel men (and women) treat you on Valentines Day

Bucky* fluff and implied smut

Tony * fluff and implied smut

Steve just fluff

Loki just fluff

Thor* little bit of fluff, implied smut

Clint fluff

Quill fluff

The Marvel Women fluff

[missmarveledsblog]

I wanna know how their date went in someone older maybe spicy? Plzzz I beg!!!

Do you really wanna know guys ? 👀

[steelbluehome]

Fic Rec

Archive of Our Own

Barnes looked at him briefly at that point, before re-focusing in the middle distance again.  Tony began to associate that with Barnes reporting-mode. “Objective 1: Prevent legal authorities from gaining knowledge of the identity, whereabouts and actions of the Asset.  Objective 2: Do not cause further harm to Howard and Maria Stark. Objective 3: Locate a telephone and call 9-1-1 and report car crash caused by Asset’s previous mission. Objective 4: Destroy all other evidence of Asset’s previous mission.  Objective 5: Prevent previous handlers from tracking, obtaining or locating Asset. Objective 6: Retrieve all possible data on Winter Soldier Program. Objective 7: Locate new handler when the Handler is isolated and the interaction will go unnoticed.”

Tony’s eyes grew wider as the Asset recited these objectives in a perfectly steady, blank voice.  “I said all that? With a concussion? Oh, eat! You look terrible. I think you took a few liberties with my instructions.”

Barnes paused after a bite and obediently parroted back a conversation Tony didn’t remember that well.   “ ‘Cover your tracks with the authorities, don’t hurt my parents, call 911 for the crash, destroy all other evidence.  Make sure your handlers won’t come after you and bring all data you can about your program. Find me when you are done and we are both alone and no one will notice you.’” 

Although the entire thing was in his gravely voice, he’d used inflections he must remember from Tony over a year ago. Tony had to admit it did sound a bit like him, even with a concussion.

From Never Doubt (part 1 of the Way leads onto Way series) chapter 8, I took the One Less Traveled By

Author: FawnoftheWoods

My Super Quick Summary-

Tony Stark is sent back into the past and realizes he can save his parents. Complications arise. Chief among them, he seems to be stuck in the past. More immediate problem, he is now in control of the Winter Soldier.

Tony and James fumble their way towards deprogramming.

Lovely Found Family fic.

Eventually WinterIron but there is no hint of that for several stories, so if that isn't your thing, you still might want to give it a try.

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[frostironfudge]

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing AU Masterlist

An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.

Each update will be a standalone with an overlap between the readers sparingly.

The pairings are Florist!Steve x Fem!Reader (Petal) and Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Fem!Reader (Cupcake).

This AU was born and inspired by the week 4 challenge of Navy and Roo's Sleepover @the-slumberparty Across the Universe.

Main Masterlist

Chapters: [ON HOLD]

Cupcake and The Coffee Conundrum (Bucky x Reader) [submission for the sleepover]

Petal and The Baby's Breath (Steve x Reader) [submission for the sleepover]

(more to come, sporadic updates, warnings with each upload)

[senka-mesecine]

I remember a while back you wrote some headcanons for Chris loving Barnes wife and then one earlier where he loved an unnamed relative (both were great btw), but I think especially in those scenarios Chris’ darker kinks would come out, and maybe even a bit of Rhahs influence (comparing them to Lilith, ladies of the night etc)

Also imo rhah would have a degradation/praise kink, probably in the same sentence, and a dacryphilia kink

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I mean, it's weirdly logical, because see, if Chris views the type of man Barnes was as everything wrong with the world, as the devil, as a savage, as a lunatic, as someone not right in the head, as someone who needs to be killed for the greater good, as someone too far gone to be saved, as someone who he's gonna carry with himself for the rest of his life, you name it...what would he see someone like, say, Barnes's figurative significant other as? You know, someone who was willingly with a man like that in the first place? Stands to reason that if Barnes was the devil, his wife's quite literally the devil's whore, not to sound like Rhah over here, but yeah. No matter if she's possibly the most well adjusted, nicest person ever; something has to have been wrong with her to be with Barnes, no? That's the logic at hand here. If Chris rotated back to the world and ever found the woman whose very husband he's personally killed, well, I don't know why or how, but I almost see him developing an obsessive fixation on her.

She's both the widow of the worst man he's ever met and yet Chris is exact the reason why she's a widow in the first place. He did this to her. There might be an honorable need for him to set the record straight and check up on her because in effect, Taylor isn't a bad person and he has a conscience, maybe even the tendency to be a bit of an overidealistic white knight and yet, simultaneously, he might just deep down think that Barnes's wife could very well be as bad as Barnes and that someone should keep an eye out for her and that someone should be him.

He is speculative of her, yet protective.

Possessive, yet paranoid.

Judgmental, yet unexpectedly empathetic.

He feels responsible, yet feels like he doesn't owe her shit.

He condescendingly might be convinced she needed to be saved by someone before she could've ever tied to herself to a guy like that and that that someone doing the saving could've been him in some figurative scenario and at the same time also feel that she deserved what she got by being with Barnes.

He feels ownership over her, yet simultaneously doesn't want anything to do with her.

He is wreaked with guilt, yet thinks he made the right choice killing her husband.

Would do it all over again.

Oh, the conflict.

He possibly feels extremely bad over her grief because he's the cause of it all while being convinced Barnes brought it upon himself and the sweeter and more outwardly kind and commonplace the widow proves to be --- you know, she's just a person and not the horned one himself --- the more Chris's conflict deepens and he goes out of his way to find reasons on why every tear she's shedding over that animal is well deserved. When he finds no reason? Yeah, the darkness you mentioned really starts rearing it's ugly head mingled with frustration of the most pathological kind.

And ironically? Chris Taylor ends up seeming more like Barnes than ever before.

Almost like a prophecy ends up self-fulfilling.

He starts resembling, behavior-wise, the very man he murdered.

Because, hey, the only person who can kill Barnes is Barnes, right?

Rhah himself predicted this.

You know how reincarnation is a reoccurring motif in this story? Chris Taylor could be there, pushing the teary-eyed widow against the wall, slamming his fist against it, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him, demanding that she stop sniveling and being so damn aggrieved over a worthless piece of crap that her deceased husband was and it's almost like Barnes found a way to come back from beyond the grave and return to what's his in another form; because it's not like death itself would ever stop him.

[blackwood4stucky]

author: aspen blackwood | july break bingo

the main event

casting a spell on your heartstrings, you're caught in my snare | 🅼

fill | mythology au dryflowers [nick fowler x ransom drysdale] | main pairing icyvampires [robert pronge x vlad tenev] | background pairing series: bleak are the heavens, darker the gods synopsis: A retelling of Proserpina and Dis Pater.

echoes of crystal springs | 🅼

fill: alien planet stucky [james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers] series: burning embers of a dying world synopsis: Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923 Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?

aspen’s vault: fics masterlist | aspen’s world: bingo & events participation masterlist

pre july 24 | post july 24

[fuddlewuddle]

Do you have anything planned for your 600th fic? (OMG 600!!) If not i have a humble offer for your muse's consideration: a rick flag/robert dubois, bucky/zemo, and a topgun ship(there are so many good ones but perhaps ice/mav) crossover fic?

I know you've said you were taking a break, i also understand how muse's work sometimes so i thought to go ahead and leave my offering for your muse to do as it pleases

It may not be for the 600th fic, but I really liked this idea, so hope you like what my muse came up with @mylifeispainandiloveit 💜

[salemoleander]

solving counting sheep webweave

MCYTblr AU Fest Summer 2023 // sources under readmore

Created as a treat for the absolutely stunning fic by @theminecraftbee!

What is a webweave? Previous art: Third Life | Void Falling | Attempt 33 | Martyn | Limited Life | Nightingale Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | singing songs to the secrets behind my eye | A Hundred Things We Had Not Dreamed Of

Pt. 1: The Specialist’s Hat, Stranger Things Happen p.63  / Kelly Link ◆ Requiem Angel / Daniele Valeriani via @satanasaeternus ◆ Maschera Venetian Joker Mask / Atelier Marega Mask ◆ Macbeth 1.5.57-61 / Shakespeare ◆ Watch / Carol Milne ◆ Excerpt from Salt Is For Curing / Sonia Vatomsky via @geryone ◆ Carved Damascus Steel Bird Knife / Robert Mayo ◆ Excerpt from STOP ME IF YOU’VE HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE, Calling a Wolf a Wolf / Kaveh Akbar ◆ off to finish it at the source / @catcrumb ◆ Excerpt from The War of Vaslav Nijinsky / Frank Bidart ◆ Having a cat is great tweet / @premeesaurus ◆ Secrete / Kate MccGwire via @snailspng

Pt. 2: I am asking you to endure it. / @intactics (Deactivated 12.31.21) ◆ Hi! You have great eyes / @illness (Deactivated 3.25.18) ◆ Taste for Independence Cat / @alisonzai ◆ Support Mental Health pin / @snailspng ◆ A Barn at Kronetorp, Skåne / Gustaf Rydberg ◆ Living: There is a period when it is clear... / Jenny Holzer via @funeral ◆ Neighborhood Plague, Fjords I / Zachary Schomburg ◆ Ugly, Bitter, and True / Suzanne Rivecca ◆ It just keeps happening / @mothcub ◆ Shepherd with Flock of Sheep / Anton Mauve ◆ No Longer Evil cat / @b0nkcreat ◆ Excerpt from All Our Futures / Jody Chan via @geryone ◆ Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stitch / Carol Milne via @knithacker ◆ Deep Dark Fear (9.29.2013) / Fran Krause @deep-dark-fears

Pt. 3: Read more pop-up / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ Combination of Painter Javier Palacios and Enoch 18:14 /  @mountainqoats ◆ Wandering Albatross ◆ Diomedes ◆ Forgive dead players: OFF / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ Inktober52 Angel / @lastmousequeen-blog ◆ The Heavenly Host / Violet Oakley ◆ Excerpt from No Rush / Todd Dillard ◆ I will not go gentle magnets / @carpethedamndiem ◆ Excerpt from cain / José Saramago via @ilumark (Deactivated 2.5.22) ◆ Excerpt from Salt Is For Curing / Sonya Vatomsky via @geryone ◆ Purple / @ungfio via @sosuperawesome ◆ Excerpt from Lessons on Expulsion / Erika Sánchez via @geryone ◆ The Practical Companion to the Work-Table, Containing Directions for Knitting, Netting, & Crochet Work / Elizabeth Jackson via @knittinghistory

Pt. 4: Excerpt from A Ghost is a Memory / GennaRose Nethercott via @tolerateit ◆ What’s done is done / @thatsbelievable ◆ Excerpt from Ante body / Marwa Helal via @geryone ◆ Minor Resurrections / Elisa Gonzalez ◆ Mirror ◆ Coming back / @ungfio ◆ Candlestick ◆ Flame

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 211 & 212

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 35 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Blue Bonnets - (Brock x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Christmas with you - (Bucky x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

The life he always wanted - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Wrong side? - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

jealousy, jealousy - (Bucky x Reader) - @auroralwriting

I Hate It When You're Drunk (4) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

there is no other love, it's only yours - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

just the way you are - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Language - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Single Looks Good - (Steve x Reader) - @itsanerdlife

Imagine Steve Hating That You're a DareDevil - @itsanerdlife

Two for One - (Frank x Reader x Nick) - @stargazingfangirl18

Princess - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Saving you - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Love Dust - (Multi Characters x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Blooms of Spring - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Emerald Eyes - (Steve x Black!Reader) - @awesomerextyphoon

Cold hearted - Chp 2 - (Multi Pairings) - @missvelvetsstuff

Finding Home (10) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (7) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

all to myself - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Singing - (Brock, Jack) - @nekoannie-chan

Frustration - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

I Hate It When You're Drunk - (5) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

The Peach - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Car Rides - (Bucky x Reader) - @nastybuckybarnes

I Hate It When You're Drunk - (6) - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Mercy 3 - (Fem!Reader x Steve; Curtis; Jake; Lloyd; Robert Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18

Let Me Tempt You - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Behind the Mask - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Bucky Barnes Drabble - @mostly-marvel-musings

Hearing - (Clint x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Art therapy - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Guilty flashback - (Jack R x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Born - (Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

[teddy06writes]

X Reader Fic Masterlist

~~

Dead Poet Society:

General/Unit:

Charlie Daltons Annuel Dead Poets Holiday Party: Halloween Edition Diner Days Everything Falls Apart Study Session Repercussions Dating the Dead Poets HCs

Neil Perry:

Music of the Night Why'd I Guess the Ending? Anywhere... Just Not Home Happiness Here For You A Quiet Moment Everyone But You

Todd Anderson:

Favorite Poet Surprise Cuddle Sessions Friday Night Fun, Monday Meetings

Steven Meeks: Of Little Love Poems, Secret Admirers and Anonymous Notes

Charlie Dalton:

Friends to Lovers Hcs

Gerard Pitts: None yet

Richard Cameron: None yet

Knox Overstreet: None Yet

~~~

The Outsiders:

General/Unit:

Being the Fourth Curtis Brother HCs Thanksgiving Special '24

Dallas Winston:

Never Fall In Love Again No Matter What Ghost Stories Late Nights By The Fire Oh How The Turn Tables People Watching Whumptober '24 Day Twenty

Sodapop Curtis:

Golden Too Old? Yeah Right! Meltdown Soda x theaterkid!reader

Two Bit Mathews:

I'll Try Too Old? Yeah Right! Spooky-est Place On Earth

Darry Curtis:

Pumpkin Spice Everything Hot Tea Heals The Soul Morning Routines Whumptober '24 Day Two Whumptober '24 Day Twenty Three

Johnny Cade:

Protective Cool, Calm, and Collected-- Until He Smiles

Steve Randle:

1955 Chevy Delray

Polyam Jally:

Take Me Back to the Night We Met

Polyam Dallypop:

I Told You It Was A Dumbass Plan

~~~

Top Gun: Maverick:

General/Unit:None Yet

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw:

Whumptober '24 Day Nine

Jake 'Hangman' Sersin: None Yet

Javy 'Coyote' Machado:None Yet

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace: None Yet

Robert 'Bob' Floyd:

Whumptober '24 Day One Thanksgiving Special '24

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia: None Yet

Ruben 'Payback' Fitch: None Yet

Polyam Hangster: None Yet

Polyam Bobnix: None yet

~~~

The Bear:

Carmen Berzatto: None yet

Sydney Adamu: None Yet

Richie Jerimovich: None yet

Marcus: None Yet

~~~

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby:

Can't Sleep? Whumptober '24 Day Five Get Some Rest Soft Nights Ghost of His Lips Bitter Goodbye

Arthur Shelby: None yet

John Shelby:

Whumptober '24 Day Seven

Lizzie Stark/Shebly: None yet

Alfie Solomons:

Interrupted Date Nights Lost Words Win Win Much Ado About Nothing Whumptober '24 Day Six Whumptober '24 Day Ten Whumptober '24 Day Eighteen Whumptober '24 Day Twenty Two Tired... "You know I have no problem with either." New Year, Same Us

Michael Gray: None Yet

Luca Changretta: None Yet

~~~

Star Wars:

Cassian Andor:

Stubborn

Jyn Erso: None Yet

Polyam CassianxJyn: None yet

Bhodi Rook: None Yet

Din Djarin: None Yet

Han Solo: None Yet

~~~

Lord Of The Rings/The Hobbit:

The Fellowship: None Yet

The Company: None Yet

Aragorn:

Whumptober '24 Day Fifteen

Boromir:

Whumptober '24 Day Eleven

Legolas: None Yet

Gimli: None Yet

Frodo Baggins: None Yet

Samwise Gamgee:

Harmony

Pippin Took:None Yet:

Merry Brandybuck:None Yet

Faramir: None Yet

Eomer: None yet

Eowyn: None Yet

Bilbo Baggins: None yet

Thorin Oakenshield:None yet

Kili:

Whumptober '24 Day Seventeen

Fili:

Whumptober '24 Day Four

Bofur: None yet

Bard Bowman: None yet

~~~

The Umbrella Academy:

General/Unit:

Whumptober '24 Day Sixteen

Number Five Hargreeves: None yet

Klaus Hargreeves: None Yet

Diego Hargreeves:

Whumptober '24 Day Three Whumptober '24 Day Nineteen

Allison Hargreeves: None Yet

Luther Hargreeves: None Yet

Viktor Hargreeves: None Yet

Lila Pitts: None Yet

~~~

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes: None yet

Sam Wilson: None yet

Natasha Romanoff: None yet

Loki: None Yet

Druig: None Yet

Makari: None yet

Sersi: None yet

Eddie Brock/Venom:

Quiet Days

~~~

Criminal Minds:

General/Unit:

Thanksgiving Special '24

Spencer Reid: None Yet

Aaron Hotchner:

Whumptober '24 Day Eight Whumptober '24 Day Twenty One

Derek Morgan: None Yet

Emily Prentiss: None Yet

~~~

Wicked (2024):

Elphaba Thropp: None Yet

Galinda Uppland: None Yet

Fiyero TIgelaar:

Long Day Take Care of Yourself Fears, and Comforts for Them

Polyam (Any combo of the three): None Yet

More potentially to be added...

[missmarveledsblog]

hey all one question

is there a certain character you would like for me to write for or write more for? Suggestion are welcome too