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𝙸’𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 || she/her|| 22 || multifandom || 🎀 {requests are open}

[thatwriterchaotic]

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🎀 Hello?… You’ve reached chaotic.. 🎀

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Welcome to Chaotic’s

Please Enjoy your stay

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who is chaotic?…

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Hello and Welcome to my page! I am Chaotic and it is lovely to meet you. Here’s a little get to know about me.

About Chaotic

My pronouns are she/her

I am 21 years old and like to write about fictional characters

I love marvel, the walking dead, the pitt and other tv shows

My favorite colors are green, pink and black

I am a college student as well and I like to make art

Lastly you can call me chaotic or haley either is fine

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🎀 Navigation 🎀

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This is the navigation on where to find things on my page. Such as my master list, my request rules, as well as info about the characters I write for.

Where do I find Chaotic’s Master list?

You can find my old master list here at Chaotic’s old master list

This master list is filled with all the writing I have done for characters played by Norman Reedus as well as for the walking dead fandom. Currently, I have put this on hiatus since I am not as interested in these characters anymore. But maybe someday I may return to it.

As for my new master list that will be Chaotic’s new master list

In my new master list you will find writing for characters such as Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler, Winter Soldier, Congressman Barnes, Charles Blackwood, Chase Collins or other au’s with Sebastian Stan characters.

What about Request’s?

When it comes to requesting something on my page I do have rules. Please be kind and respectful towards me or I will not answer or read your request. This page has become a safe space for me and I do hope you as well. I want us to have fun and enjoy our time here. Now for the rules I will list below:

18+ only - I do not want minors on my page

When it comes to this page, I am an adult and I would like for there to be no minors interacting with my account. Some of my writing will include smut and that is not allowed for minors. I want everyone to be able to interact that is of age to feel safe and express themselves. I know other writers have this rule and I couldn’t agree more. Thank you.

I do not consent to my work being copied/stolen or translated

Please, and I am serious. Do not copy or steal any of my works. I spend a lot of time and effort when it comes to me writing. Plus it means a lot to me so when someone copies or steals it, it truly breaks my heart.

What I will not write about on this page:

When it comes to make a request there are some topics that I refuse to write about:

dub con

age play

sexual violence

incest/stepcest

as well as anything I feel uncomfortable with

Yes, I am aware that everyone has their own thing they are into. But not everything I feel okay to write about. These are things that I do not want to write about and if there is a topic or anything I feel uncomfortable about I won’t write about it. I’m sorry if you may like these or a certain topic I may not like I hope you find someone else to request from. 💗

What I will write about on this page:

When it comes to requests this is what I do recommend for you to look at:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Romance

Fantasy

Different Au’s

These are all topics that I would gladly write about. And to be more specific about different au’s I mean like A/B/O au, medieval au, or mob!bucky, biker!bucky, coffee shop au, things like that. Or if you have an idea of your own. Please add a description of what you would like. The more detailed the better I can understand what you would like.

What characters can I make a request for?

When it comes to characters that you can request for. For now I am mostly writing for characters by Sebastian Stan.

Bucky Barnes

Winter Soldier

Nick Fowler

Charles Blackwood

Congressman Barnes

Chase Collins

Beefy!Bucky

Mob!Bucky

Biker!Bucky

Alpha!Bucky

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Other Topics

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This is just a few other topics that I wanted to mention briefly on here about being mutuals and what not.

Can we be mutuals?

Yes, I would love to be your mutual. When it comes to making friends I love interacting with others in our communities. Do not be afraid to message me and strike up a conversation. I am very friendly I promise

Can I message you?

Yes, my dm’s are open. I would love for you to message me about your love for Sebastian Stan or just marvel in general. But please, do not just spam my dm’s for the fun of it or trauma dump on me. Please be respectful as I would be to you. Even if you have a writing idea or a request you want to be very specific, don’t be afraid to send me a text.

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chaotic signing off…

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[justagirlwhosbored]

Please just let me hold him

[hesmelledofsmokeandrain]

"I think you should go back downstairs."

[minidodds]

[kaizsche]

SHAWN HATOSY as SAMMY BRYANT SOUTHLAND: S1E1—Unknown Trouble

[ofstarsandvibranium]

You call Pope “my love” and every time you say it, he has a little smile on his face.

“Can you get me my bag, my love?”

“Hi, my love! How’s the skate park going?”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you, my love!”

And Pope is just

EVERY SINGLE TIME.

[filthyygirl1ogs]

HOLY FUCK. he’s so sick for what he’s doing to me (us)

[dilfrobinavitch]

instagram stories if you were dating andrew pope cody ✧

part 1 of ?

[rollerskategirl]

thinking about having a tuscan home with sammy bryant…

cooking in the kitchen, listening to bossa nova while waiting for him to come home from work. when he does come home, he's all over you. you ask about his day, but he can't get his face out of the nape of your neck or his hands off of you waist. you'd pour him a glass of wine, whispering about how the food would get cold, despite not wanting him to let go.

if he felt particularly silly, sammy would take you from the stove and try to dance you around the kitchen. he’d say how much he missed his girl, turning laughs into pressed kisses. not that he was a dancer, but he’d sway you around and turn you in and out like you had been at the copacabana.

usually, you would eat on the bar that's attached to the kitchen if you were alone or having breakfast. sammy always insists dinner's in the dining room. he likes having the big table and using every bit of the house (in more ways than one).

sitting at the head of the table, he'd have his left hand on your knee, rubbing circles up and down while he ate. you'd talk about some random things: how your job was, what cases he worked on, the new tv show your friend suggested.

or

you'd invite all his coworkers and their families over for a barbeque, making it an excuse to use the pool. you're a great host— refreshing everyone's drinks throughout the afternoon, checking in on sammy near the grill, chatting with the other wives and his coworkers, playing bartender any chance you got.

sammy made sure to tell you that, lingering during conversations he wasn't necessarily present in by running his hands up and down your arms and mumbling how proud he was of you. he'd rest his chin on your shoulder, kissing you on the cheek before returning to the grill.

or

some days were just lazy. when either of you didn't have work, you stayed in bed until your stomach demanded you get up. sammy couldn't start any morning without being pressed against you in any capacity.

he had that classic sleepy rasp to his voice in the morning. talking about how he loves waking up next to you and how good he slept, he'd run his hands over your thighs and legs, coercing you towards him.

if you felt like it, you two went all out for breakfast. the kitchen was so nice and you loved watching sammy cook. both of you hadn't changed out of your underwear, sammy in a white t-shirt and you in sammy's academy t-shirt. you sat on the island, watching him work on the stove.

he cooked pancakes perfectly— he had a thing about whisking you couldn't quite understand, and he was strangely a master with a spatula. he'd give you kisses in between flips, mumbling things that could be done today (but probably wouldn't).

later, curling up on the couch was a favourite activity of yours. you'd put on some movie haphazardly chosen, just so you could be close to him. there'd be snacks sometimes, sharing a bowl of popcorn or chips and giggling every time your fingers brushed like high schoolers.

the talking was random quips about what you were watching or something you'd forgotten to tell him earlier or something you had mentioned to him in passing that he remembered.

positions changed often, depending on if you wanted to sit with your legs in his lap or he wanted to hold you closer. it would always end with you resting your head against sammy's stomach and running you hands over him as he drifted to sleep.

[moodyabbott]

candy shop | listen to immerse yourself

thinking about how sammy only decided to go to the bar because nate wouldn’t stop bothering him after their shift.

sammy’s all exhausted and he’s half listening to their conversation at the booth with other coworkers.. when the front door opens and suddenly the entire room changes.

“jesus christ…” nate says.

sammy doesn’t say anything— pretending not to notice as he takes a swing from his beer.

she walks in and it looks like she’s apologizing to her friends for being late, smiling as they all immediately start yelling excitedly and pull her toward the dance floor. sammy looks up once and then can’t look away again.

because she’s so beautiful. like totally unreal.

not in an intimidating way. in a soft way. like she belongs somewhere brighter than a crowded bar full of drunk strangers and off-duty cops.

then, her and her friends’ going out song comes on— candy shop starts playing.

“oooohhhh my goddd!!!,” one of her friends laughs as she grabs her hands.

she giggles and yells over the music, “this is my song!!” and starts to sway her hips, laughing without a care in the world.

and sammy’s done for. his jaw is gobsmacked on the table.

he watches her move through the flashing lights, completely mesmerized. the way she throws her head back laughing. the way she sings along badly on purpose just to make her friends laugh harder.

like she has no idea someone across the room is looking at her like she’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“you gonna marry her or what?” nate mutters beside him.

sammy scoffs, finally taking a sip of his beer. “what are you talkin’bout man?”

then she glances over and catches him staring. her smile turning shy a little before she looks away.

and sammy suddenly forgets how tired he was.

“get your fat ass over there before i do.” nate jokes, shoving him out of the booth.”

[hello2heaven]

girl whatever

[nicasbunny]

[minidodds]

[cuti3-81]

puppy eyes and that cute mouth thingy he does

[pedroscurls]

my favorite thing is shawn hatosy in a backward cap, more specifically, pope in a backward cap

[minidodds]

LOOK AT THAT PUPPY!

(the switch when he doesn't get his way)

[dirtygir1]

Pope Cody who’s so very patient with his really anxious girlfriend (very self indulgent) (bc i have an illness anxiety disorder)

Pope Cody who had to learn to regulate himself better so he can help you out. and with him being so usually tense and on edge, it wasn’t the easiest. but your problems and anxious triggers aren’t as big as his, even if you think they’re gonna end the world.

Pope Cody who learned how to help you through your attacks. who helped you slow your breathing, rubbed at your shoulders or hands when you’d hyperventilate. who had not a single gripe when you couldn’t stand being out anymore n wanted to go home to your safe space. “i’m sorry baby, i promise ill make it up to you. i just couldn’t—” “dont be sorry honeybee, s’ok. if you don’t wanna be some where, neither do i. we can order in.”

Pope Cody who learned to love how much you care about your health, which means you care about his. he never had someone who actually cared about him like u do. who sits patiently on the toilet seat while you take yours and his temperature every night before bed. who helps your scrub down every surface of the bathroom when you’re done.

Pope Cody who keeps carry on hand sanitizers everywhere he goes. in the middle console of his car. in your door console. in his jacket. in his spare jacket. and wipes, wipes are important.

Pope Cody who thought the cutest thing of it when you ask about any major ingredients in restaurants because of allergies. who even does it when you’re not with him and he’s ordering for you, because you tell him you can sense when he asks. “yes, honey. i made sure they didn’t cook with it. asked twice for my girl.”

Pope Cody who takes your suspicions about how you feel very seriously. he’ll tell you what you know you need to hear, “baby, you’re placebo-affecting yourself. we-we can leave if you want but i promise its alright. have you eaten?” and even after you eat or calm down and apologize, he’s so very patient with you.

Pope Cody who stays awake with you when you’re freaking out about maybe forgetting something. he checks that all the lights are off. stove and oven too. doors locked. no water running. hell, checks if the alarms are still set. he doesn’t mind. he’ll hold you tight in his arms, petting your head so you can fall asleep, sometimes soothing your little cries if it got too much for you.

Pope Cody who’s the most patient boyfriend in the world. <3