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Tattoo hcs for dndads guys :]
Dads:
Henry: Peace sign (idk where let it be your imaginationnn)
Glenn: SIN (its canon) also morgan’s name on his arm
Darryl: A really stupid one he got in his teens or the cross on his shoulder (or one to commemorate his dad- which my friend made sad)
Ron: None
Kiddads:
Lark: Sparrow’s name, a dagger on his ankle, and something on his arm idk what yet
Sparrow: A lovewolf on his back and lark’s name on his arm
Terry: A star :]
Nicky: A christmas wreath on his arm that was cut off (my friend said that it was good that the tattoo got cut off since he’s finally cut off from Glenn and he’s his own person now :[[)
Grant: a sniper rifle or a skateboard
(bonus: mercedes has a tattoo on her collar/neck (?) of the earth or the tree of life)
Red and Blue
Red: What's one tactile sensation that turns you on?
Gentle head scratches
Blue: Random turn-on
Confidence (aka Bard Mode)
What if Bucky dated a fellow assassin?
Notes: Almost 3k of headcanons for this assassin!au that me and my friendo Kuni came up with some time ago. Happy reading! <3
Killing people for money is one of the things that you consider yourself to be very good at.
But not just for the money because you aren’t that immoral, no. You can’t deny you like the feeling it gives you when you’re able to wipe the map off of some mysoginist, asshole man that had too many shitty things on his historic to be saved from.
That’s one of the conditions that are listed on your deep web ad as an assassin slash mercenery for hire – you need your targets to be dirty. Even better if they’re mysoginist trash men. They’re the most fun to kill.
You might be young at age but you aren’t young in the business – you’ve seen a fair share of weird deals and you’ve had your own share of shady negotiations so you don’t think much when you get an anonymous proposal offering a few millions to kill a convicted man.
It’s been a while since your last job so knowing your target was trouble is enough despite the fact you’re most definitely thirsting over a few more dollar signs on your bank account.
The weird thing about said deal is that your employer doesn’t tell you your target is The Winter freaking Soldier himself, as in war hero turned into soviet assassin turned into Avenger, Bucky Barnes.
What if Bucky was a single dad?
Notes: Nearly 3k words of single daddy!Bucky and teacher!reader just because me and @pimpdaddysebastian love corny shit. Happy reading!
A few years in into being an official member of the Avengers, Bucky thinks he’s got everything figured out.
After the accords fiasco and his homecoming, Bucky seems to think that joining the Avengers is the only way he can redeem himself for the harm he’s caused with HYDRA and so he falls just right into the team with his skills, being assigned to special and specific missions by Steve and Natasha.
Since Romania, many things has changed for him – now he’s back in America with his best-friend by his side, a new arm that doesn’t feel like a dirty reminder of his past and a mind to call his own thanks to T’Challa and the wakandan doctors. He’s no longer considered a fugitive, he doesn’t have to worry about looking for his back anymore and he’s glad about having a proper roof upon his head for a change.
Bucky thinks he’s got everything figured out until he’s assigned to a mission in Germany.
The gruesome memories of his past hits him hard as he enters the shady lab, originally meant to experiment on humans and mutants but now looking recently abandoned at the word of the Avengers arrival. And even though the atmosphere is way too familiar for his own comfort, Bucky is set and focused to finish the mission.
That is, until the hears the soft cries of a baby coming from one of the cells.
What if Bucky was a regular soldier?
Warnings: Mental health issues, pregnancy Notes: Here’s +2k words of modern!au with Bucky, courtesy of yours truly. Enjoy! <3
When Bucky comes back from war, he knows he’s different. Despite what people say to try to convince him otherwise, he knows he’s not the same man anymore.
To match the two tours as a soldier to the American army, he comes back with longish hair, severe scars on his left arm due an injury and a real messed up head. Panic attacks, bad dreams and sleepless nights are his best-friends in the following months of his return and the walls of his dull, always empty apartment are painful witnesses to his struggles.
Going outside feels like hell everytime but he still gives it a go occasionally.
Even if most of his attempts end up with him panicking in the middle of a crowd or a random store, the little coffee shop by the corner of his building gives him a slight bit of comfort as the place is never too crowded or too noisy. It’s familiar and just what he needs as he tries to adjust himself into the world again.
Hence why he’s completely thrown back as person after person start to fill up the place in a random Wednesday morning.
What if Bucky was a barista?
Notes: Whole ass +1k words for barista!Bucky! Enjoy!
Bucky’s job isn’t very exciting or fancy or classy at all but he loves it anyway. Every morning, he opens up the small coffee shop in Brooklyn and waits for the ever up and coming flow of people coming in and out with their coffees everyday.
He puts his long hair up in a tight bun, cleans up his stubble a little bit and serve everyone in the kindest way he can – even when people don’t seem to care about kindness at all.
It’s a slow day when she comes in for the first time. There’s barely 3 people scattered across the room but she still chooses the farthest spot around before bringing out a pile of books, several colored pens and notes plus her laptop. He swears he tries to hold the thought because that’s most definitely something he should not think about but she’s just way too pretty for him to ignore.
Their first interaction goes as good as it can be but even so, Bucky doesn’t think she’ll be back. Too much flirting, he thinks to himself once he’s about to close the shop later in the night, too unprofessional.
She surprises him in the next day when she comes to him in the counter and asks for his opinion about the greatest drink in their menu. Then, the next day again. And the next.
He’s labelling her as a regular by the middle of the second week and by the end of it, he’s writing messages on her cups that makes her smile every time once she sits on her usual spot. He catches that moment every day but he never mentions it to her. Even after they get together.
She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to say her order anymore because he knows. She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to look for a spot because he always make sure her usual one is available. She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to buy anything to eat because he always sneaks up a pastry for her.
(Sometimes it’s on the house and sometimes it isn’t. Bucky pays for it occasionally but he figures she doesn’t need to know that).
There’s this one day that his shift ends while she’s still there and he can’t help but go to her to see if she’s satisfied. That day also happens to be the first day they spend together. Maybe our first date, as she says to him in their first anniversary. Their first date of many, given she started waiting for his shift to end almost every day from that moment on.
Bucky realizes she’s way more than just a crush when she arrives at the coffee shop later than usual with puffy eyes and red cheeks. An exam gone wrong and she’s upset and he’s suddenly asking for an early leave, just so he could stay with her rather than just watching from the counter.
It takes some time until they officially start dating but his co-workers at the shop say that he’d been dating her since the moment she stepped in the place.
Their life isn’t fancy or classy at all but neither of them would have it in another way. It can sound silly to other people’s ears but the domesticity they live in is just enough for them and to be honest, with the amount of stress they endure every day, it’s just what they need.
A part of their life revolves around cooking and baking and Bucky is pretty sure she’d say it’s her favorite.
Working in a coffee shop earns him some pretty mad skills with food in general, while her constant studying and working routine gives little to no time to think about cooking at all, leaving her to rely on takeout menus constantly. Bucky never really says it but she just can’t seem to cook or bake at all.
But she’s a good helper when it strikes in him to do a new recipe, even if she ends up sitting on the kitchen’s counter while eating half of the ingredients before it makes to the bowl.
Sometimes she tries to cook under his supervision when she finds a nice recipe in the internet and more often than not, they end up in the nearest grocery store with way too much ingredients and unnecessary things on their basket. Still, 99% of the time the recipe fails.
(Though she blames him. Apparently, it’s impossible to cook with her body all wrapped up in your big arms, Bucky, and your chest pressed against my back. Jesus!).
The takeout menus are still there but with time they’re totally forgotten over his homecooked meals and fresh baked pastries that she swoons and kisses him for everytime. Bucky knows he doesn’t have much to offer but he loves the fact that he can do this for his girl and that she loves it so much.
Pancakes and fresh coffee in the morning that results in content hums against his mouth, nuzzles against his neck and lazy thank you’s until she realizes she’s late for class. Instagram food posts that she jokingly sends while asking for him to cook only to come back home to the said dish and a cute dinner.
She has credit in this too, given she’s the one who introduces him to different and peculiar types of food and sweets like Japanese seafood flavored Kit-Kats and hot chili lollipops. She’s the one who suggests a day out every week just so they can taste weird food.
(She’s the one who comes up with the idea but she never finishes what they buy).
But there’s normal restaurants and new introduced dishes that it suddenly becomes his new favorite. There’s feeding each other between laughs and scooping a little bit of the other’s dessert. There’s kisses that tastes like wine and tomato sauce or chocolate and strawberry. There’s finding out new restaurants and cheap diners and low-key bars with acoustic music and a local singer.
Also, it’s funny how people at the coffee shop are already used to her presence.
Sometimes she just pays these little visits and Bucky starts to notice that not just his co-workers but other regular clients also know her. It’s pretty impossible not to, even more when they make a point of asking about your girl, Barnes, or when they tease him to death with the help of his co-workers.
Ever the worried and busy woman she is, Bucky isn’t surprised to know she often overworks herself with study and her job. She’s incredibly smart and he genuinely admires how dedicated she is.
He’s seen her spend nights awake just to finish a college paper, he’s seen her cry in frustration over that one subject she didn’t understand while studying for an exam, he’s seen her run up and down the city in order to do something for her boss. There isn’t much he can do to help except his little things.
Back rubs and massages and 5 minute breaks when she needs to stay up until late, tea and coffee and sweet pastries and sweet good luck kisses in the next day when she’s got dark circles around her eyes. Slow readings and quizzes when she needs to grasp a hard subject. A way or two of carrying her up to the bed when she falls asleep in weird positions on her desk. A celebration coffee as he waits for her outside the university building after a good exam.
Their first five years together pass by as a lightning.
She’s nearly over with college after several times of him leaving hickeys on her neck and thighs, almost getting her in trouble for it, after several glares when she sees him at the coffee shop, after several of his smirks as a reply.
She’s nearly over with college when he buys her a puppy, brown and caramel and grizzly with blue eyes that she insists it looks like him.
She’s nearly over with college when he realizes that maybe, this is just the beginning.
And then, it’s her graduation day and he feels like he can burst with pride and joy for her but also of nervousness because nobody knows, but there’s a little red box inside his black tuxedo that might change everything for them.
(It changes. But just for the better).