H E L L O friends!

I write for Queen, The Beatles, Marvel, SNL, singers, hell even John Mulaney if you’re into him like that. requests are currently closed while I attempt to catch up! The only thing I won’t do is smut, not that comfy with it yet.

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All I have to say is...I’m hella sorry for abandoning this account- mental health be fuckin around

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Promise To Reveal My All For You (Bucky Barnes c M!Reader) [sneak peek]

Everything was too bright. Your head hurt. Something heavy was on your left arm.

   The flashbang. Right. You'd been tricked. You could still hear, right? Hopefully. For now, you had no way of knowing.

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Posting a sneak peek or two in about 4 minutes 👀

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Wow I forgot to fucking post em

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Posting a sneak peek or two in about 4 minutes 👀

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I’m back in show biz babey

What it do babeyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! I’m back for a bit. Next fic is gonna be called ‘Señor’ or a variant of that, and it’s gonna be a Hispanic! Male Reader, so for y’all Hispanic gay peeps out here, be on the lookout. Also, it’s gonna be a Scott Lang fic because he deserves it.

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When do you plan on updating your Bucky x Male Reader series? I absolutely adore it!!

I’m honestly not sure! I’m on a quick break from writing, but I hope to be back soon. I’m brewing some ideas rn

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Hello! I saw that you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write a Tony Stark x McCartney!reader where she’s head over heels for him and she doesn’t know he actually returns her feelings and one night she’s alone in the living room and quietly sings yesterday while playing the guitar and crying and tony walks in? And the end is very, very fluffy? That would be great 💘

😯 heck yeah

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hi hello !!! i saw you write for john mulaney and i'm here to request some fluffy x m!reader content (bc i think we all need it) i was thinking maybe the reader is doing something he's extremely anxious about doing (maybe he's a comedian too? it can be up to you uwu) and john wins boyfriend of the year by comforting the reader. tysm !

Sure!!

Ps I’ll be back after June 20th guys

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omg #13 from fluff with pete davidson if you’re taking requests!! 💛💛

*whips* I have two weeks of tests but I’ll get to it!!

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i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

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They are like the Hydra, for everyone you write, two new will pop up.

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Can I request fluff #5 "OH, you're jealous" with Pete davidson. Thank you :)

Of course, I’ve been waiting for something for that awkward dude!

[honeyboychangbin]

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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Can I get a image where (spoilers!!!) In the finale battle reader snaps their fingers instead of Tony and kinda dies ,but at their funeral all peopleclose their eyes to give them their finale goodbye but the reader wakes up and is like "yo guys why are you all in black like it's somebody's funeral" And one by one realize that they aren't dead

LMFAOOO yes yes yes,, I have a general idea already

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I Hope We Can Be Friends. (Brendon Urie x Lennon! Reader)

Word count: 688

A/N: got this idea randomly while working on a request. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry about the constant POV skips)

Summary: Brendon and Y/N are huge fans of each other. They have an interview together, and Brendon becomes friends with the reader.

Requested By: N/A

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     You looked around the green room, taking in your surroundings as 'your' transition glasses adjusted to the lighting. In actuality, they belonged to your father, but that's not important.

   You were used to interviews. Especially this interviewer. What you weren't used to was doing interviews with someone else, let alone someone you were a huge fan of.

   You were public about it. You spoke about how he inspired some of your music, how you admired his voice, and even his looks once. But now, you were going to be face to face with him.

   At first, you were confident. He said he admired your father and his band, right? One of his song names even referenced a song of your fathers. You'd be fine.

   Then, the anxiety rolled in. What if he didn't like you for you, just for your father? What if he was just like most others, just using you to get to your father?

   Being the youngest son of John Lennon wasn't as enjoyable as most people would think. Yeah, the money was nice, you had a pretty comfortable home, and he and your brothers basically kickstarted your music career-But being followed by cameras since the day you were born, not being able to go anywhere without a huge mob following you, none of your friends being trustworthy due to your fathers status outweighed the simple luxuries of life.

   Okay, snap back to reality. You had an interview. With someone you were a huge fan of. And you had no time to think about this. Smile and wave.

  You sat next to Brendon, rubbing your hands down yours thighs nervously as you gave what seemed to come off as a charming smile. But, it was a nervous smile. A nervous wreck smile. You held out your hand to him, saying a small 'hello' that probably couldn't be heard over the screaming crowd.

   "Hi! Hey, it's good to be back here. Great to be here with someone like the wonderful Brendon Urie, especially." You said, putting on a confident front. And what a front it was.

  -Brendon’s POV-

Holy shit. He thinks I'm wonderful? Y/N Lennon thinks I'm wonderful? I've got to be dreaming. He shook my hand. I'll never wash my hand again.

    "You think I'm wonderful?" I blurted out. God, why did I say that? I shouldn't have said that. He's way less nervous than me. Did he even mean that?

    "Well, of course! I'm a huge fan. Always have been, really." What?! He's a fan of mine. Breathe, Brendon.

   "I can't even begin to explain how much I love you. Your work. I love your work." God, I'm such an idiot. I'm incredibly stupid.

   "Thank you! I love you and your work, I can't lie." He laughed. God, his laugh sounded even better in person. Wait, did he just say he loved me? No way!

-Your POV-

Okay, backstage. Im safe in my green room. God, I really went off the rails there, didn't I? He probably felt so awkward. Reminder, don't flirt with your idols. It ends badly. Usually.

   God, who was knocking at the door? And how long had they been there?

You opened the door, taken aback by who was there.

   "Brendon?"

  "Uh, hi-I'm sorry to bother you, really, but I felt like..Maybe we could get to know each other more? It's fine if you don't want to, I get it, really, I just-"

  "It's fine, Brendon."

"What?"

   "I said it's fine. Come in."

-Brendon’s POV-

He let me in. Holy shit. He let me in. He actually wants to get to know me. Alright, Bren, don't embarrass yourself now. Please don't.

  "So..You like Queen?" He's probably tired of hearing Queen. His fathers best friend knew Freddie Mercury, and hell, he probably knows them personally.

  "Yeah, I do. Met Brian once, great guy, love their music." That was..A better response than expected. God, I hope we can be friends.

  -Your POV-

"So, you like the Beatles?" I asked. Hopefully my time could pass that off as a joke. I hope he likes me. I feel like he'd be a pretty good friend.

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AND, ALTERNATIVELY BC I JUST THOUGHT ABT THIS BEFORE SENDING THAT ASK: BUCKY's been in love with the reader ever since the airport battle (lets say reader joined steve's side) and has been silent about it for a while, and is heartbroken seeing (m/n) pinning after steve,,, and when steve comes back old and is sitting alone he motions (m/n) to go talk to him, but can only watch with a pained smile to see (m/n) still in love with steve when bucky's clearly RIGHT THERE FOR HIM AND IT'S SO MUCH ANGST

H- a a

Y e s s

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for those angsty end game request,,, male reader (apart of the og avengers) has been in love with steve ever since they met but hasn't said anything about it since steve's still in love with peggy (and doesn't know about (m/n)'s feelings for him),,, and when steve goes back in time and stays with peggy it breaks (m/n)'s heart and he has no one to blame but himself uwu

Y. Yes .,

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Promise That I’d Risk It All For You (Bucky Barnes x M. Reader)

Word Count: 456

A/N:Lmao, this has roughly ~3 Parts left, in this series. The next series will be a continuation, based on another song of logics (if y’all can guess the song I’ll. Idk what I’ll do but try!), and it’ll be a Steve fic. Lookout lads

Warnings:mentions of some relatively heavy violence, I don’t think much else really

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This mission is incredibly difficult. So difficult, in fact, that you were cornered without any weapons by the enemy. You were holding your own, though.

  Bucky shot them from afar, fending off a few enemies of his own in between shots. You ran into the building, out of his sight.

   Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Your ear piece wasn't working. And most of the enemy agents were running from the building. What had they done?

    You looked around, suspicious of the silence. Well, mostly silence. There was a faint beeping sound coming from...somewhere.

   Then, suddenly, a window broke. A flashbang rolled in. Oh no.

   You ran as far as you could. Not far enough. A large flash-That's all you saw. You couldn't hear. There was nothing but a loud ringing. You felt something warm trickle down the side of your face. Probably not sweat. You fell to the ground, hoping for someone to find you. Bucky. Was Bucky okay?

   Another bang. Louder this time. Was that rock falling? You couldn't move. Why couldn't you move? Move, Damnit!

   Suddenly, you couldn't breathe. You couldn't breathe. There was most of a cement ceiling laying on you. You tried to push it off, to no avail. You tasted metal in the back of your throat. You were going to die.

   Bucky's heart dropped as he watched the building fall, running through the battlefield to try and save you. God, he hoped you weren't already..

   He shouted for you as he climbed over piles of rock, looking around for any hint of you being there. He heard a cough, and a faint 'help'. He knew your voice. He couldn't bear to hear it in that much pain.

   "Y/N? Oh my god-" he rushed over to you, using his metal arm to pull the concrete off of you. "Are you Alright? Can you walk? You can hear me, right?"

   "I can't-I don't-" you stumbled over your words, feeling like you'd just fallen onto your head from three stories.

   "It's alright, it's fine, just-Just take my hand."

He hoisted you up, slinging your arm over his shoulder. He found some way to get out, carrying you back to the others.

    Your vision was swimming in and out. You barely knew what was going on. All you knew was Bucky. And that someone was calling your name. Why could you only hear it in one ear? Your legs. You couldn't feel your legs.

   You felt grass on your back, and you saw faint silhouettes of people surrounding you. "Bucky?" Is all you managed to mutter before your vision became dark once again, and you felt the muscles in your neck give out as you passed out.