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[the-wintershade]

are you really what you say you are | pattinson!batman

pairing: pattinson!batman x reader summary: funerals can involve more death and destruction than grief and peace, and somehow it makes sense that Bruce might not be all he appears to be. wc: 3.7k+ genre: worrying, sweet, protective!bruce, mutual comfort warnings: none except for Bruce being awkward and capable a/n: hi loves! great to see you all again. 

“Odd.” You murmured, gaze turning to the man next to you. 

His eyes opened, quizzical of your short remark. His head tilted almost imperceptibly toward you, dark, uniquely floppy hair brushing along his forehead. He looked like a child pretending at adulthood to everyone else. To you, a man with a rough knowledge of how the regular-half lives.

“Just the way he died. Halloween. Duck tape. A mayoral candidate. A child. A lot at stake, you know?” You spoke the words like a conspiracy. In a way, it was. There was no nice lid on what happened. Bruce’s eyes tightened. It was like he was applying a finer lens, something that could pick up more detail.

It’s what he did. You’d gotten used to that distant stare of his by now.

The cathedral was gorgeous. Marble moved and slipped in designs you couldn’t imagine. But there was a chill in the air, a lingering twist of smoke you couldn’t seem to move out of your eyes. 

You’d been ready for a restless crowd, for spectators clawing for a chance to pay their respects and wait for the chance to say anything at the right time. A spirited word here, a call to action there. All people praying for a chance to do what the man in front of him dedicated his life to.

But something was missing. Tension, far too high for just a normal funeral, hung in the air. Bruce must have felt it too. His foot hadn’t stopped tapping since the two of you had found your seats.

Then again that could just be from all of the people here. Bruce was never a people person. You couldn’t pretend you cared much for the politics of it all, but helping people had a certain calling you couldn’t ignore. Bruce had a knack for helping people too, but he liked to be quieter, hidden in anonymity. 

He caught all of the details of the place, a historical piece placed here, an almost missed important twist of wood there. For you, you were much more attuned to the feeling of the people around you, tense, angry, connections between behavior that others might not be able to explain. 

When you saw panic, especially at a funeral, your system kicked into high alert. It was long after before a car barreled through. 

Bruce had started to actually complain, about how slow everything was moving, about having to talk to someone about his family’s legacy. Bruce wasn’t rude. You weren’t sure if his quiet and direct nature could ever be interpreted as rude, but he certainly wasn’t jumping out of his seat. 

And then, suddenly, you were all standing, all fighting for a chance to see what everybody was waiting for. Bruce gently placed a hand on your arm and pushed you backward, tucking you behind his body like you were a child. You were sure he hadn’t been intentional in how he moved. 

He just moved. 

In his focused stare, you started to get a glimpse of an answer you’d been searching for. You’d contemplated the idea of him maybe having the same spark in him that you felt in you. On special occasions, his eyes softened into a tender gaze like you were something deeply treasured. 

But it would all flicker just as quick as it crossed his face. When you blinked, it’d be replaced by something much tenser, a forced calm. It was the Bruce everyone else expected. But you’d still miss what you once saw.

About as instinctually as he moved you behind him, you reached out to grasp his arm, not to trap him, but just in case you needed to get him out of the way. He wasn’t the only one that felt a protective instinct flare to life. You’d grown used to each other. You’d gotten into the habit, regardless of any underlying feelings, of looking out for each other. 

While Bruce had a knack for puzzles and twists, random connections with a tiny thread between them, you drew a larger thread, one that wove around a person’s past and future. It made you an easy choice for Bruce to seek out. 

Bruce needed you to see into people in a way he couldn’t. You needed him to find information where all you could see was randomness. You were both inquisitive minds and inquisitive minds needed springboards to feed off of. 

The detective and the shrink. 

It was a nice pairing. 

Unrest slithered through the room. You tried to control the absorption of turbulence into your blood. Fear had a habit of getting under your skin and freezing everything. It turned every bit of intelligence you had into dust. 

You refused to be made dull and dumb by an emotion.

You wove your armor, trying to stay here and now, stay grounded, and take in as much information as you could. Bruce would be calling you later, assuming you’d get out of this, to talk things over. You needed all the details you could get. 

The rough material of Bruce’s jacket gave you something to deflect fear’s advances. Your eyes trailed up to his, colored in worry and fighting for control. His gaze fell down from the balcony. He didn’t hide his perturbed look. It was like he was expecting something that didn’t happen.

Tire screeching and a revving engine warned you of what was coming. A car that really had no business being inside of a church. “Bruce.” 

He deftly slid his hand down into yours and squeezed, angling closer to you. His body stood taunt as he scanned the entrance.

You wanted to wait to see what happened, to be smart about what you focused on. Afterall, the car was the biggest danger to you, nevermind whoever Bruce was worried about on the balcony earlier. But you couldn’t help yourself from scanning for who might be in the path of damage. 

Then you saw that small, lost face on such a small, young frame. And that young frame was right in the way of your predicted path of the car coming in the building.

You instinctively stepped toward Bruce but were stopped as the car tore through the door. “The boy!” You called out as you moved toward his small frame. 

Bruce picked up on where you were going and let himself be jerked forward by your hand. Bruce’s thundering footfalls were only barely audible above the sound of the screeching tires. The car must have been closer than you thought. Chairs splintered behind you. 

All you needed was to get the boy out of the way before the tail of the car could deal more damage than just some broken chairs. 

Luckily, you did.

You just pulled the boy into your arms when Bruce’s body wrapped around to shield both of you, throwing the both of you to the side and out of the path of the oncoming vehicle. 

You made sure to cradle the child’s head from the impact of your bodies on the floor. Bruce grunted as his shoulder bumped against the hard flooring, his side absorbing most of the shock. 

Once you stopped moving, it took a moment for your heart to restart. The fear hadn’t stopped you from acting, from doing the right thing, but its effects were catching up with you. Your trembling hands were proof of that. 

Taking a breath, you looked down to see the child’s eyes. They were squeezed shut, but from uncomfortability or a similar fear you experienced, you weren’t sure. 

Only when you were positive the car had stopped and nothing else posed a threat, did you let the boy go. Bruce’s arms never moved, still circling your body. “You okay?” he breathed. 

You nodded, timidly looking up at him. His eyes did that soft thing again. A painful yet concerned twist pinched his eyes and a warmth unfurled in your stomach. 

A small relieved breath left his nose. He started to shift, making sure to keep his arms around you to help you stand. 

You were nearly against his chest when you got back on your feet. Bruce’s hands cupped your elbows, fingers tightening around your jacket’s sleeve and keeping you close. Your eyes flickered to his unusually direct gaze. 

Just when you were about to say something snarky to break the tension, you heard the shouts of the police. Turning, you watched a man step out of the car with a device you quickly deduced as a bomb attached to his neck. 

“Oh my God.” Your eyes widened. Another dose of fear shoot through your bones. 

You could die. 

The weight of it started to settle in your chest. It had crossed your mind earlier, but there was a person to save and something you could do to help yourself out of just standing in horror. You couldn’t do anything now. 

And all of these people. All of these innocent people. That boy in front of you could die before his life even began. 

You couldn’t stop staring at the bomb. 

Bruce stepped up behind you, replacing his hand on your arm. There was an urgency in the way he wrapped his fingers around your forearm, a worry in the way he started to pull you away from the man and the quickly filling police presence. “We need to leave.” 

The officers ordered for everyone to clear out and Bruce tucked you into his side, keeping you going when you couldn’t stop the dread from stealing your ability to think. 

He angled himself behind you, keeping his hands firmly around your arms, guiding you through the throng and to your car. He must have looked like a bodyguard or a concerned partner. He fished your keys from your jacket pocket, unlocked the door, and started your car for you. 

He gently pressed you into your seat and crouched beside the car while you shakily buckled your seatbelt. “Go home, get some rest, and I’ll call you in a bit.” He softly commanded. 

He didn’t leave much room for argument, not that you wanted to anyway. A part of you felt guilty for wanting to leave as much as you did. Another part reminded yourself of the necessity of needing to actually be alive to help people. 

You took a breath and placed your hands on the steering wheel. He hung his head in relief, spared you one last softly firm look, and braced himself on your car door to get up. He started to shut it before you reached out. You managed to stop yourself before you touched his hand. 

“Be safe.” You couldn’t keep the serious tone out of your words. 

You had this feeling about him. Something that made you think he was more than just a curious citizen. If you were wrong, oh well. If you were right, then there was a high probability he would be going back in there. 

He was willingly ready to put himself on fear’s doorstep and stare it in the face. If you’d locked up in there, you could only imagine what he was feeling inside. 

Bruce’s eyes locked with yours before he pressed his lips into a line and nodded. “Let me know when you get home.” 

You bobbed your head. He hesitated. “Go,” you tilted your head toward the building. Who were you to keep the fear guardian waiting?

He only made it one step before he paused. It was as if some force was holding him back. “Bruce, I'll be fine.”

He took a breath. The conflicted look on his face smoothed over into one of conviction. It was the push he needed. He let your door shut. 

You smiled in encouragement as you shifted into drive. From your rearview mirror, Bruce stayed still till your car started to become a speck, and then you watched him sprint back up the cathedral’s steps. 

…

“(Name), always good to see you.” Alfred’s pleasant voice rang through the hall as you stepped through the doorway. 

Bruce’s place was about as beautiful as the cathedral but in a more grounded way. The wood details always carried a feeling of sanctuary which you couldn’t get from marble. 

Marble was too pristine. Too white. Too smooth. But wood? Wood carried stories, hopes and imagination, and a sturdy feeling of nature’s support. It felt safer, more resistant to chaos. 

You slipped your boots off, your socks sliding against the wood flooring. “Thanks for letting me in on such short notice.” You smiled his way. 

He waved his hand in dismissal. “Master Wayne needs the company. Plus, it gives me an excuse to prepare a meal for someone who will actually eat it.”

You smirked down at your toes as Alfred passed by you, waving you along. Alfred always was better at entertaining guests than Bruce had ever managed to. But you knew Alfred liked serving people on a more personal level. 

It was what he loved. He loved loving and supporting others. In a way, that’s probably what drew you to him. 

“I’ll put the kettle on. I’m sure the funeral was a lot to process.” His voice carried a thread of sympathy that was more than required for condolences for a usual event. 

The car stunt must have made the news. 

You nodded even though he couldn’t see it. “It was something.” You murmured, looking at the papers on the counter. Peaking out behind a magazine was a paper marked over with silver sharpie. 

El Rata Alada. 

A rat with wings. 

Bruce was exactly who you thought he was. That means you’d be hearing about his activities soon enough. The jingle for the next breaking news segment rang over the tv. 

“What shall it be, green, English, or peppermint?” Alfred perkily hummed over his shoulder. 

You answered without ever looking away from the paper. “Peppermint.”

…

You’d fallen asleep on the couch in the library waiting for Bruce. It had given you some much needed time to rest and process all of the fear you felt. 

The helpless feeling in your bones wasn’t completely gone when you woke up, but it felt more like a memory and less like a current event. 

Another cup of tea sat on a tray in front of you. Alfred must have refilled it while you dozed off. A copy of Frankenstein rested on your chest. 

It was dark outside, the light from the city peeking in through the window. It felt like it wasn’t that long ago when you were standing right next to Bruce talking about the next mayor. Now, you were sitting here trying to put a puzzle back together that you could barely manage to understand. 

You sat up, eyes still on the skyline as you messed with your hair. The city comes alive at night in a way that you truly hadn’t understood before. But you got a taste of it today. You had a feeling that nighttime events were unnaturally spilling into daytime affairs. 

You yawned, stretched, and reached for your tea. It was cold now but felt good on your dry throat. 

You checked your watch. 11:45. Almost midnight. Way too late for someone coming from an early afternoon funeral. From what you gathered, he hadn’t even gotten back to the estate yet. 

You’d made sure to text Bruce before you fell asleep that you’d gotten home and then again to let him know you were already at the manor. 

Maybe he was out so long to avoid the inevitable Alfred scolding, but it didn’t matter. He’d have to come home eventually. Just like that little boy would have to come to terms with what happened, how what was supposed to be a space of grief and safety became plagued with terror. 

How he’ll never be able to get that back. That’s what distressed you the most. The lack of sacredness. The disturbance of honor. Even death couldn’t stop dread. 

You’d just gotten up to add a little milk into your tea and grab some more cookies when you heard footsteps down the hallway. 

They sounded too heavy. At least, too heavy for someone just a little tired. These sounded laborious, like walking was a chore. 

You placed your teacup down and backed up. 

Bruce. 

There were dark splotches around his eyes and he wore dark pants that looked almost military-like. His suit, well-fitted and cut, was completely gone. 

You padded over to him, half afraid he might fall over. 

You stood in front of him and waited, scanning over his body. He curled over his abs and favored one leg while he walked. This was not the stance of someone returning home from a funeral. This was someone in a brawl, and you’re not entirely sure he won the fight either.

But it only confirmed your supicisons. The message on the tv about a mysterious vigilante rumored to be at the cathedral when the man with the collar around his neck lost his life added to your conclusion.

“You’re here,” he had such a gentleness to his voice that your knees almost buckled. You covered your stumble with a smirk and then decided to be honest with your theories. 

“And you’re the Batman.” Bruce’s eyes widened. You wiggled your eyebrows. “Not hard to put together when you suddenly have information that only the police should know. The cipher on the table was a good indicator though.”

He chuckled. “Alfred.”

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh before padding closer and wrapping your arms around his neck. He stiffened underneath your touch. It only took one rise and fall of his chest before he melted, softening his stance and curling his arms around your waist. 

“I’m glad you’re safe.” You pressed your nose against his neck. It was brave, much braver or a move than saving the boy. It meant that you were willing to be honest, and honesty was a hot commodity in Gotham. 

But for Bruce? He deserved a little honest care in his life. 

You heard his smile. “I’m glad I don’t have to fake like I don’t know things anymore.”

You hummed and leaned back, rubbing some of his back eyeshadow off with your thumb. Your teasing smile turned serious once you saw the exhaustion in his eyes. “You should rest.”

You took a step back to make your way to an adjoining room. Sometimes, when you and Bruce were deep into a sleuthing session, you’d crash in a guest room for the night to be available for the next day. Plus, you already did something bold. You wanted to give him room to process. 

He didn’t let you take more than one step back before tightening his grasp around your waist. His tired eyes crinkled at the corners. “We both should.” 

You felt a jolt in your core. 

A shy blush crept up your cheeks, but you swallowed it and placed a hand on his arm. You squeezed his bicep and nodded. 

A sigh of contentment flowed out of his nose. Your smile grew wider. 

Slowly letting you go, he moved his hand into yours, guiding you into his room. He made sure you sat on the bed before he went into the bathroom and got changed.

You were given time to absorb the details of his room. It was dark, of course. His sheets were black, little personal items, but a small photo of his family sat tucked behind some sculpture of some sort. It felt like intentionally tucked it away but there was just enough to look at. 

He left some clothes for you on the counter and ushered you into the bathroom while he went for some more blankets. 

By the time you’d gotten done, he was finishing putting the blankets on the bed. 

“Bruce, your eyes.” Bruce slowed to a stop, pressing his fingers against his under eye. He chuckled when he saw black. 

“Thanks.” He smiled and came over to where you were standing, reaching for some makeup wipes. 

The way he scratched harshly against his eyes scared you half to death. He would eventually strip his skin raw. You quickly covered his fingers with yours. “Let me,” you pleaded. 

He drew the cloth back, eyes already red and bloodshot. He paused at your touch before he came back to himself, placing the wipe in your hands, fingers delicately brushing across yours. 

You were much gentler than he was, taking your time to carefully wipe all of the makeup away without ripping out his eyelashes in the process. You kept your thumb pressed against his cheek, angling his face where you needed to. It was hard to miss the soft sigh he hummed into your hand.

When you were satisfied, you lowered the cloth and threw it away. He had the most peaceful, warm look on his face. It made your heart melt. 

“Thank you,” he murmured, reaching out to pull you against his chest. 

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his torso. Pressing a kiss against his shirt, you drew back to start walking to bed. 

He followed behind you like an innocent puppy. When you laid down to sleep, instead of leaving space between you two, Bruce laid right next to you, curling into your warmth. 

He reached one arm across your waist to draw you in closer. His arm was strong and soothing. A intimate sense of security fluttered across your stomach. 

“You want to talk about what we saw?” You peered at his sleepy battle worn eyes. They drooped closed against his will and that made him all the more adorable. 

He hummed and moved to press his head against yours. “Tomorrow.”

You gave your agreement and let your eyes droop to a close. 

“Thank you,” he whispered against the pillow. And you knew the thank you was more than just letting him sleep. You knew it was for listening, hearing him when he told you to leave. 

It was also for staying when you could have gone. You didn’t have to go to sleep with him but you were willing to, wanted to. 

You embraced him when you could have feared who he was. But you faced him down and still saw Bruce, still saw his heart underneath that focused, calculating exterior. 

You looked across his sleepy face and smiled. He instinctively mirrored your delirious grin. “Sure thing, batboy.”

battison tag: @johnny-pie

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[tattooedchick1394]

All this Power🔥 and Good Looks too😈 Updated my Bowsette for @quadconcoolstuff at the mall 🌹 nice little casual curly haired version🥰 your Queen has arrived! #mario #nintendo #bowsette #waifu #blerdandpowerful #cosplayerofcolor #makeup #3dprinted #fangs #afrostyle #mixedgoddess #melaninpoppin #wintershade #tattoolife #cherryblossomtreetattoo #power #gamergirl #demonia #thighs https://www.instagram.com/p/CpsGggfOcCy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mario #nintendo #bowsette #waifu #blerdandpowerful #cosplayerofcolor #makeup #3dprinted #fangs #afrostyle #mixedgoddess #melaninpoppin #wintershade #tattoolife #cherryblossomtreetattoo #power #gamergirl #demonia #thighs

[brightjimini]

some recent fanfic recs☑️

for: moonknight, batman/battinson/ jason todd/ cod

some are 18+ (please just dont read if you are not):***

the link is my short amazing *sarcasm* review, jokes aside go read them and show them love. also most of these are longer fics! (i think all are x fem!reader if yall want a gn!reader let me know)

moonknight 🌙

this whole series is 10/10 by @januaryembrs

the way jake is portrayed *heart eyes* by @phantomspiderr

just dropped their whole mlist here so you can binge read by @st4rymoon ***

i am a sucker for hurt comfort by @vintagemulti

batman 🦇

most prob already read this series BUT ILL NEVER GET OVER IT by @jangofctts ***

i just love sad bruce by @the-wintershade

nightwing longtime friend reader x bruce on pollen need i say more by @imaginedisish ***

the way bruce is portrayed A M A Z I N G by @vigilvntes

normally im not really into pregnancy fics but this one ooooh the tension, the angst, the buildup… by @afro-hispwriter *** (just read everything she wrote while your at it)

jason todd ♦️

recently did not read that many red hood fics😞

i actually have not read this one yet bcs of school but it is long and it sounds good by @lightwing-s

cod 💀

this series has me in a chokehold zombie apocalypse universe reader x single dad ghost with a KID now that i think about it its so genius to put ghost who is always kinda cold with a kid in a situation like this and reader by @nsharks

now the legend cod writer made a merman price fic.. im sold ofc by @halcyone-of-the-sea

i hardly see colonel reader fics and i found out i like them (x ghost and angst) by @bits-and-babs ***

#fanfic rec #recommendations #call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #batman x reader #battinson imagine #battinson x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #john price #price x reader #price imagine #john price x reader #john price imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #moonknight x reader #moonknight imagine #jake x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #battinson #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader

[hollandorks]

Please share all the Battinson fic recommendations you’re getting! Share the love with your rabid community lmao 🦇🦇

yes!! and please please send me more, it's never enough!

on ao3 I recently enjoyed night shift by melanietrancy (this one is nsfw), written in the stars by batsingotham (soulmate!AU that is so cute and fun) and the same author's a walking disaster (detective! reader, set during the movie), and the help we deserve by veroreos (the reader is hired to be Bruce's personal assistant, also very cute and funny!)

on my post earlier, people recommended these authors (whose works I will slowly be making my way through, especially this weekend!)

@the-wintershade

@mischiefmanaged71

@1-800-imagines

@har-rison-s

@devilfic

again, please send me more, literally can't get enough of this stupid emo bat boy!

#asks #anon #fic recs #fic rec

[tiamat-zx]

Because I'm bored, here! FIC RECS!

Seen Through The Deadlight, by @wintershades. Post-campaign Fjorester-focused story where their unfinished business comes back to haunt them. Rated M, currently ongoing, two chapters to go (as of this post). Updates on Sundays.

The Expositor's Guide to Wildemount, by @jtr-99. A post-campaign ongoing anthology series focused on Beau and Yasha encountering increasingly dangerous situations. Plenty of Hurt/Comfort AND deep diving into the Explorer's Guide to Wildemount source book. Stories are connected to each other. Updates every Saturday.

Part 1: In the Forest of the Forsaken

Beau and Yasha are separated from the Nein and stalked by a deadly creature in the Lushgut Forest. Rated T, Complete.

Part 2: Blood on the Sails

The Sentinels get swept up in dealing with some nautical ne'er-do-wells up to no good, and experience the pirate life, especially the most brutal parts of it. Rated M, Complete. Specific TW for flogging, just so you know.

Part 3: Shadows of Rancor

Blightshore and loose threads from the Lucidian and Lushgut await Beau and Yasha. Rated M, ongoing as of this post.

Once Upon A Damn-You-All, aka "I know that canon has made a decision, but given that it is a stupid-ass decision, I decided to break it" by @grayintogreen. Also known as the "Creedemption Saga". A true slow burn. Expect plenty of it, especially for all you Widomauk lovers. Rated M, ongoing. 40 of 47 chapters so far.

#critical role #cr spoilers #critical role fanfic #fic recs #grayintogreen #jtr-99 #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #the mighty nein #jester lavorre #fjord stone #mollymauk tealeaf #kingsley tealeaf #lucien nonagon #caleb widogast #veth brenatto #beauyasha #fjorester #shadowgast #widomauk #essek thelyss #fic recs just because I can

[grayintogreen]

Inspiration and Reading Asks: 1, 3, 4, 9

How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction? Twelve...ish? I started writing it not long after that because my little middle school brain was like HEY YOU CAN WRITE STUFF ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS AND POST IT ONLINE?? COOL. It was a lot longer before I learned quality control.

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do? I am a sponge so there are a lot of things I've absorbed over the years that have inspired me across numerous fandoms and the titles and authors are lost to time so I couldn't even begin to list them all. I try to hold onto concepts for as long as possible to utilize them when I find the right time, because I don't like copying people and I know that I will do it without even thinking about it because I pick up things quickly and have a bad habit of sticking them into my filing cabinets and then forgetting they weren't my ideas originally. Over a long enough time period that stuff doesn't matter as much, but I am well aware there's stuff I built into my headcanon lexicon that I got from other people and I try to be very open about it. (ZUALA WASN'T A DRUID I AM SORRY I AM HELPING PERPETUATE THAT FANON BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH WHOEVER STARTED THAT YOU ARE LOVED AND VALID.)

That's a weird answer, but like... everything I read inspires me. I just have to be careful about how I use that inspiration.

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

Seen Through the Deadlight by @wintershades

See No Evil; Love Me Blind by @insanitysilver

Debt of Vengeance by steelneena

5. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

@wintershades SERIOUSLY READ SEEN THROUGH THE DEADLIGHT. IT'S BASICALLY EVERYTHING YOU COULD WANT IN AN OFFICIAL FJORESTER NOVEL AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR IT.

I don't know if they have a tumblr, but quicheling wrote an amazing first chapter of King of Glass and the fact that it only has a few kudos is UPSETTING. That fic has SO. MUCH. promise and I'll be sad if it doesn't get continued due to lack of interest. I know pre-canon stories based on a lot of headcanon aren't popular as a general rule (believe me I know), but it has so much potential to be a good pre-canon Molly story.

@operafloozy is such such such a good writer and small scale worldbuilder within larger worlds and is very good at fleshing out minor characters/details and deserves all of the love.

fanfic ask game.

#my asks #ask game #fanfic ask game

[nickeverdeen]

I was today years old when I was checking your masterlist and found out The 100 has books wtf. Can u tell me the end? Is it bad like on the tv show?

Hey sorry, I didn’t reply earlier ‘cause I was in the hospital.

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Well, yes there are actually four books which are VERY and ABSOLUTELY different from the show. It actually has a good ending, kidna cheesy, but good.

It’s mainly ‘cause the writters of the show were doing it while the books were still in progress and when the author of the books released the third one it was too late for the show writters to fix the episodes so they just went with what they’ve done and it’s completely different and to be honest I like the books much more

The end of the books is actually good and kidna sweet, I don’t wanna spoil anything so the ending pages will be marked “⚠️SPOILERS⚠️” at the end of this post

If that’s cool I’d kidna like to point out the differences (you can skip it if you wanna)

Starting of with characters:

There is no: Lexa, Finn, Jasper, Raven, John, Madi, Emori (not sure about this one), Monty, Charmaine, Echo, Gaia, Jordan and MANY more. They’re all just made up

Clarke’s character: Clarke in the show is determinated, rude, leader, extroverted, principled, ready to kill if needed, independent etc. While in the books Clarke is careful, introverted, A MEDIC, doesn’t like (at first) to be the leader, can speak up, brave, INCREDIBLY smart, caring, stubborn, nerd, kind

Missing characters:

Glass Sorenson - Best friend of Wells, she was arrested for getting pregnant through the pregnancy resulted in a miscarriage. In the commotion of Chancellor Jaha getting shot, she ran off the dropship and remained on the Colony for the first two books.

Graham - Phoenician boy, a bully, and one of the leaders at the delinquents' camp. He claims he was arrested for murder. He often accused Wells of spying on behalf of his father. In the fourth book, he was captured by the Protectors. After Graham broke one of the Protectors' rules, Wells was sent to kill him. But, when Wells could not go through with it, Graham pulled the trigger himself

Thalia - Clarke's best friend in confinement. She got severely hurt during the dropship landing, after which Clarke found her. When her condition worsens, Clarke has to find more medicine that got lost. The medicine improves Thalia's condition, but when the medicine gets stolen, her life is in the balance again. Clarke saves her life, but Thalia remains too weak to leave the infirmary tent. Despite Clarke's attempt to save her friend, Thalia dies in the fire set by the rogue Earthborns, which Clarke blames herself for

Asher - Arcadian boy killed by Earthborns' arrow. He was the first delinquent to have a fatal encounter with the Earthborns

Priya - An 18-year-old girl that was helpful around camp. She was later found hanged with "Go Home" carved into her feet

Felix - Eric’s boyfriend who became ill from eating wintershade berries

Molly - A 13-year-old who died from eating wintershade berries

Lila - Waldenite girl who sleeps with Graham

Tamsin- A blond girl who’s friends with Lila

Dmitri - One of Graham’s followers

Azuma - Arcadian boy and one of Graham’s followes

Antonio - Waldenite boy

Darcy - Arcadian girl

Luke - Glass's boyfriend and a Lieutenant in the Guards. He served in the engineering division. He had a brief relationship with Camille while Glass Sorenson was in lock-up

Lilly Marsh - Bellamy's childhood friend and ex-girlfriend. She was one of the children in the radiation study and became friends with Clarke. As her radiation poisoning worsens she convinces Clarke to give her a lethal dose of drugs.

Carter Jace - Luke's best friend who was executed after Glass lied that he got her pregnant. He is very self-centered, and is also known to have stolen from the exchange. Glass believes Carter only took Luke in for the extra benefits he got from it

Camille - Luke's childhood friend and ex-girlfriend. She dated Luke while Glass was in lock-up

Cora Drake - One of Glass' best friends and the daughter of the Resources Chief.

Huxley – One of Glass' best friends.

Lise – One of Clarke's former cellmates while in Confinement. It is unclear if she was one of the 100.

Colton – Bellamy's former friend who became a prick when he became a guard. Bellamy bribed him for information about Octavia since her arrest.

Scott – A Waldenite Guard who has a creepy fascination with Clarke.

Lina – A girl captured by the Protectors

Sonja Sorenson – Glass' mother who got her pardoned.

Chancellor Jaha – The Chancellor of the Colony. He is the father of Wells and Bellamy. He was shot right before the delinquents' dropship launched.

Vice Chancellor Rhodes – The Vice Chancellor on the Colony. It is implied that he had feelings for Sonja. According to Bellamy, Rhodes is "the most corrupt leader the Colony had ever known".

Officer Burnett – A middle-aged guard and Rhodes' second-in-command.

Dr. Lahiri – The Council's chief medical advisor. He was Clarke's mentor when she was a medical apprentice and one of her father's closest friends.

Melinda Blake (not sure) – Mother of Bellamy and Octavia. She died by suicide when Bellamy was nine and Octavia was three.

Mr. Drake – The Resources Chief in the Colony and Cora's father.

Mr. Peters – Biology tutor on Phoenix. He died due to the rough landing on Earth.

Marin – An older woman whose leg was injured in the rough landing on Earth

Keith – A boy with broken ribs who is treated by Clarke. His parents didn't make it to Earth, leaving him orphaned.

Leo – A little boy who survived the trip to Earth but was left orphaned. He is one of the children who Octavia takes care of.

Thomas – Son of an injured Colonist who Glass tries to help.

Cressida – A young Waldenite child Clarke treated when she was a medical apprentice on the Colony.

Kendall – A faux-Phoenix girl who turns out to be a spy from the violent faction of Earthborns.

Sasha Walgrove (my favourite) – An Earthborn girl who helps the delinquents. She falls in love with Wells but is later killed by Colonist Guards.

Max Walgrove – Leader of the Earthborn village and father of Sasha. He was the last Mount Weather baby before the Earthborns moved to the ground.

Tommy – A young boy who died while taking the Colonists fishing.

Delphine – A pregnant Earthborn in Max's village.

Jane – An Earthborn woman Max leaves in charge when he leaves to find Sasha.

Anna – Captured by the Protectors, became Octavia's girlfriend

Soren – The leader of the Protectors. Trapped under rubble in the explosion of the gazebo, left by Glass to die.

Oak – A high-ranking guard who ordered Wells to kill Graham.

Sexuality

Clarke Griffin: bisexual in the show, straight in the books

Octavia Blake: straight in the show, bisexual in the books (She dates a girl named Anna. She was given a girlfriend due to the negative response of Clarke and Lexa’s ending. This was changed for the TV series, as she was straight in the show)

There are of course many more differences, I just wanted to point these out

⚠️Spoilers for the last book⚠️

“Spiraea tomentosa” Clarke’s mother said softly, pressing the nondiscripted green leaf against her own hand “That’s my closest guess. A tea from this one helps a stomach upset, according to the book”

Mary leaned over to tap the old dusty tome that Max had given her during her recovery: a pre-Catalysm book about local herbs. In the days that Clarke and others had been gone, her parents have taken on a new initiative, bolstering the camp’s dwindling supply of medicine by reproducing materials from the Colony and experimenting with local plants.

Clarke peered down at the leaf, memorizing each detail, but it was her mother’s hand that caught her attention… warm, soft, alive. Dr. Lahiri said that her mother had healed up in a record time.

“This one is called boneset” Clarke’s mother went on, laying a plant with delicate white petals onto the table. “They used to think it helped set fractired bones, thus the name, but it was just supersition, unfortunately. It does however, have some use in treating fevers, so I’m going to keep playing with it and see what we can develop…”

“You’re amazing” Clarke said hugging her mother gently, careful not to joste her injury.

“Amazing…” Clarke’s father walked in from the field, where he’d been helping dig foundations for new cabins. He dusted his hands off his trousers with a grin “That’s high praise from a girl who just stormed a fortress”

“Hardly” Clarke said flushing “I didn’t do it alone”

“But you did it” Clarke’s mother said, her eyes shinning. “We’re proud of you”

Clarke felt too proud, looking around at the quickly rebuilding camp. Their people may have been damamged by the attack - but they hadn’t been defeated. They’d healed up and set to work.

They’d all been so busy since returning yesterday. Clarke had immediately started helping out in the infirmary; a few of the people they’d brought with them from the Stone had needed more rigorous medical care. Glass had volunteered to oversee clearing and planting the Colonists’ very first field. Wells was reinvigorated, helping out with the Council, and Luke’s engineering mind has been elecrified by all the new plans.

And they weren’t going to re-create what they had before… they had the courage to remagine something even better. There were plans for a waterwheel in the nearby stream thah could power devices in the camp, and a schoolhouse with a playground. This place wasn’t just coming back to life; it was being reborn as something joyous, a real village that Clarke couldn’t wait to be member of.

“Clarke”

Bellamy’s voice rose up from the doorway. Clarke turned to greet him - and her smile fell. His brow was frowned, his shoulder were tense. Something was wrong.

“Can we talk?” He asked quickly, glancing over one shoulder, his foot digging into the dirt “It’s important”

“Sure” she said, hurrying carefully past her few remaining patients. “Of course”

Bellamy’s hand was cold against hers as he led her through the bustling camp. Octavia and Anna were leading the kids in a boisterous game of tag. In the center of camp, Glass and Luke looked over a sketch of a perimetr watchtowers. Bellamy pulled Clarke past the ovens, where fresh bread was baking; past Wells, who was etching Graham’s name into a grave marker; all the way out to the site where the new foundations for cabins were being dug.

Clarke’s stomach clenched tighter with every step. What had Bellamy seen? Was there a new danger already? Or had he thought about it and decided not to forgive her, after all?

They eventually reached a cleared patch of charred grass in the corner of the camp. Bellamy stopped and turned silently to face Clarke, his eyebrows raised as though he was waiting for some sort of reaction.

She shook her head glancing around, finding nothing particularly worrying here.

“What do you think?” He said gesturing around him

“Think of what?”

His eyes darted around nervously “The view from this spot”

“Um… it’s nice?”

“Good… good…” then he took a deep breath and said “Do you think it’d be a good spot for a cabin? For the two of us?”

Clarke’s head went fuzzy as she tried to make sance of his words “A cabin for…”

Then, in instant, Bellamy’s nervousness seemed to drain away. “For us, Clarke” he took her hand and squeezed it… and slowly got down on one knee.

“Oh” Clarke said, her voice no more than a breath.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver ring.

“Bellamy” she whispered “Where did you get that?”

“I traded for it” he said, almost as cavalier as usual… except for the fact that his hands were trembling.

She then recognized it - the deep blue stone in the centre - and her hand flew up to her chest pressing hard to keep her heart from bursting out of her. “Bel, that’s… that’s…”

“A Griffin family heirloom” he said grinning

“Where did you… how did you…?” She shook her bead speechless. This was the stone her ancestores had brought with them to the Colony from Earth, passed down through her family for generations.

“Like I said I traded for it… with your mother” He held it out to her, tentatively, almost as if there was a part of him that didn’t believing she’d take it.

But she did, crandeling it in her palm “What did you trade it for?”

“A promise” Bellamy said, reaching out to cup her hands in both of his. “I promised to love you, respect you, honor you, protect you, defend you, tease you, argue with you…” He laughed “And so on…” his face fell serious. “For the rest of my life and yours… Clarke, will you marry me?”

Her knees gave out. She put her hands on his shoulders and let herself slide to the ground beside him, her arms slung around his shoulders, her kiss serving as the only answer he’d ever need.

But just in case she pulled away and murmured against his lips “Yes”

They kissed again, and as they sat in the soil, entwined together, it felt to Clarke as if it wasn’t just this tiny piece of land they were claiming, it was the whole camp, the hills and the mountians and the lakes and the rivers around them and everything beyond that.

Despite everything they’d faced since landing on Earth, right now it seemed as though the entire planet was finally saying what Bellamy was murmuring to her right now.

“Welcome home”

————————————————————

So that’s about it, sorry for the rambling and again sorry for the late responce, but like I said I was in hospital

[rp-kat]

Hatenwar - War Flames of Revenge

2013

#hatenwar #war #flames #revenge #black metal #Blackness #hate #Forest Evil #Misanthropy #Wilcinus #Wened Wilk Sławibor #Cmentarna Dusza #krew #Skowyt Wilcinus #R.F. Ghatanoth #Pontifex Idolorum XXXVI #wened #Wolfvamphyr #Wintershade #Agaliarept #Wolfkhryn #Werewolf Promotion #sword #skull #bonfire #forest

[reneesrockingredesign]

Full coverage PLUS skincare? #yesplease #serumfoundation #colormatch #wintershade #newvideo https://www.instagram.com/p/CWR3dkwLiDG/?utm_medium=tumblr

#yesplease #serumfoundation #colormatch #wintershade #newvideo

[runawaybill]

Walnut Shade, Missouri - just when I am thinking this US-160 is all country residential & kinda scenic, but a but blah WHAM! - the 218’ “Branson Cross” appears ... the pARTy Gods know just when to zap me ... visitors leave messages in stones #RunAwayBill #DUSA2020 #rabSelfies #rabUSroute160 #USroute160 #BransonCross #WinterShade #WinterShadeMissouri #rabMissouri #Missouri #rabLifeInQuarantine 09.07.20 (at Images at the Cross / Branson Cross) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE1vDGMhzSl/?igshid=1l26jtms6pxxi

#runawaybill #dusa2020 #rabselfies #rabusroute160 #usroute160 #bransoncross #wintershade #wintershademissouri #rabmissouri #missouri #rablifeinquarantine

[ravensvalley]

#WinterShades

The Laurentian Mountains Range

#WinterShades #wildlandscapes #frozen lake #mountains view #wild nature #mountainous parts of the Northern Hemisphere #Canadian forest #undisturbed #The Laurentian Mountains Range #Canada #The RavenKeeper

[the-wintershade]

something grabs hold of me when you’re around | Erik Lensherr

summary: storms carry a certain thunder that’s frightening, but Erik has a thunder that’s soothing.  wc: 1.1k+ genre: just loving touching, comfort, soft!Erik, reader is afraid of storms, slight angst, warmth a/n: purely self indulgent. Erik is a softy for reader and you can’t change my mind

You squeezed your eyes shut as a crack of thunder rumbled against the house. The storms were increasing in frequency and intensity over the last few days. 

It left an aching exhaustion in your bones and heart each morning. With the amount of adrenaline pumping through your body each night before, you easily had the strength of three men. 

Your presently beating heart kicked into high gear again as a flash was quickly followed by a noise. But this wasn’t the thunder you were expecting. Just your door opening. The lock gave a soft click similar to the beginning of the sound of the sky tearing open to your jumpy ears. 

“Hey,” Erik’s clear tone rang through the soft tension in the room. 

Your hands were tightly coiled around your blanket. Shakily, you drew them down enough to make out Erik’s open blue eyes. 

When thunder from the flash before shook the house, you flinched. Your body was the only thing that could respond. 

Erik frowned when you didn’t answer. He stood in a grey tank top that betrayed the muscle tone in his arms. His hair laid gently against his forehead without the parted volume it carried in the daytime. 

His vulnerable state distracted you from the storm outside. It felt like you were seeing a side of Erik that you shouldn’t have been. Then again, you weren’t doing much better. You were nearly brought to paralysis over turbulent air that wouldn’t do anything to you. 

Slowly, he padded toward your bed. Your eyes tried to adjust to his face but they hurt from the lack of proper rest. You were sure your face betrayed it too. 

He perched against your bed, sitting so his frame swallowed up your view of your window. You almost missed the flash behind him, but the way the light caught his hair suspended you in a mix of awe and fear. Your flinch wasn’t as hard as before, but it still snapped your eyes closed. 

His fingers gently rested against your shoulder. “You should have said something.” He sighed, reaching out to smooth your hair away from your cheeks. 

You rested against his hand, holding onto its strength and the stability it offered. Its warmth burrowed into you and a part of you twisted out to coil around what it could savor for later. You knew his touch would appear in your dreams on dark nights and hopeful slumbers in the future. 

“Not really my thing, metal man.” You murmured, a small smirk curving into the palm of his hand. He chuckled, deep and rumbling. A thunder you loved to sound of. 

His fingers skimmed across your cheeks and rested near your throat, the dog tags you wore jangling in greeting at his touch. “These little trinkets rarely stop moving these nights.” He hummed. 

The dog tags were a gift, a way to commemorate the past you’d gotten away from. Erik gave them to you on a night similar to this. He’d teased you about how the tags loved to sing during storms, but you knew he became quickly aware of your fear of thunder and lightning. The “singing” of your tags clinking together became more agitated when night fell and a storm sounded outside your window. 

You rolled so your face angled up to his more easily. The pillows made room for the shift of your head. Erik’s eyes bore into yours, his gaze concerned and warm. An amused smile lifted his lips. 

Your heart rested to a contented lull. The rumble of the air outside sounded duller and less threatening. 

Reaching out, you grasped his hand and wove your smaller fingers through his larger ones. They felt safe. There was a calculated vigor in his bones. Something about them brought out a calmer side of you. 

You cradled his calloused digits near your heart, trying to absorb all of him. His quiet energy, his sarcastic tone, his assured curiosity. 

“Trapping me, huh?” Another warm, strong hand came to rest near your cheek. 

You smirked back at him. “You like it.” You hummed, voice strained and cracked. It softly scratched against the stillness. “You wouldn’t have gotten this close otherwise.”

You felt the bed dip with his sigh. Your answering smile lit up the room, the flash of light from the window glinting off your teeth. 

“Move over,” he whispered and you tried to restrain your urge to be as close to him as possible as quickly as could be attained. You were about to unlace your fingers but he squeezed them tighter, trapping your escape. “You think I’m letting you go? You’ve never reached out to me before. I’m not dropping this hand for as long as I can.” 

Your hand flashed before his lips before he pressed the warmest kiss you’ve felt onto the delicate skin on the back of it. His heat seeped into your bones, another piece of him to save for later. He wormed his way underneath the covers, still keeping a firm grasp of your fingers.

“You came to me,” you scratchily disagreed. He tugged you over until your joined hands rested near his heart, and he secured his free arm around your waist. He pressed you closely against his side; you couldn’t do anything but curl up against him. 

It felt nice, warm, safe like this. The edge of the blanket skimmed against your shoulder as he drew it over the two of you before returning his arm back around your waist. “You’re a free heater. It was a benefit.” 

“Hmmm,” you rumbled against the darkness. Your tired eyes dropped without command. Erik readjusted his grip on your hands. 

“Next time,” Erik’s words angled toward you. “Next time, come and find me.” Leaning down, you felt his abdomen tense as he pressed his lips against your forehead. “Please.”

Your stomach warmed at his use of a polite term. Erik wasn’t always a polite man. It was nice to know he wanted to be polite with you. 

“Only because you said please.” You nuzzled your head into his neck, breathing him in. You pressed your lips softly against the delicate skin, a thrill of delight rushing down your spine as he subtly tightened his hold on you in response. 

“I mean it.” You knew to read behind the slight tease in his tone. 

“My tags will give me away.” You readjusted, finding the perfect spot between his shoulder and chin. “They miss you already.” 

“Sweet dreams.” He murmured, close to sleep himself. 

You brushed your knuckles over his cheek, admiring the way he softly smiled. “See you there.”

#erik lensherr #erik lensherr x reader #erik lensherr imagine #x-men drabble #x-men fic #soft!Erik #x-men fanfic #erik lensherr fluff #goodnight fics #goodnight fic #wintershade

[tattooedchick1394]

Every now and then I need to be reminded how powerful I really am 💜 #prettyinpurple #lilacdaydream #inkedup #curvy #mixedgirlmagic #afrostyle #blerdandpowerful #octopustattoo #tattoolife #legsfordays #thickness #melaninmagic #wintershade #xmas #mirrorwall (at Brick & Bougie) https://www.instagram.com/p/Clut8jgDOyt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#prettyinpurple #lilacdaydream #inkedup #curvy #mixedgirlmagic #afrostyle #blerdandpowerful #octopustattoo #tattoolife #legsfordays #thickness #melaninmagic #wintershade #xmas #mirrorwall

[hilltop]

just had a french new wave moment where i stared at my surprisingly high resolution reflection in an eric carle toddlers book for a liiittle too long and now lets just say shes feeling damaged

#i really have aged in the face so much recently and not in a handsome way #in a very. very unattractive way lololol #also this wintershade. get my bitch some sun quick

[starlightfilmr]

Url Change!

queendomofwidows → starlightfilmr

#queendomofwidows #starlightfilmr #wanted to make a general film blog #found the last one fun but I lost inspiration for it over time #and I love love movies #so I want to get more active on this one #follow the fic blog for some cool things #might post reblog some fanfics on here from time to time #it's @the-wintershade

[sunflowersteves]

cap-n-stuff’s marvel fic rec ~ 1

↳ so here’s my very long overdue fic rec! The bucky list is hella long and I’m not even half way done so there will be another one! In the second one, I’m going to add peggy/nat/wanda/more erik & more steve :) also pls pls pls if any of you have Sam Wilson fics I will gladly read it and put it on here! Sam is really lacking fanfics :( anyway, a big big thanks to all of the writers!! y’all are amazing and wonderful and I love all of you with my whole heart.

Key:

✧: complete series

❀: uncomplete series

❥: oneshot 

✰: headcanon/drabble

Bucky Barnes

❀ Strictly Sugar by @kittykatlow, Dark!Bucky x Reader

✰ Boxer!Bucky HC by @wienerbarnes, Boxer AU!Bucky Barnes x Professional Trainer!Reader

❥ A Great Big Wide World by @buck-gnasty, Bucky Barnes x Blind!Reader

❥ Wish You Were Here by @world-of-aus, Biker AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧The Assassins by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x X-23!Reader 

❥ What It Takes by @cherienymphe, Mafia AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mine by @cherrypickertheory, Jealous!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Attention by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader 

❥ Guardian by @wienerbarnes, Demon AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Was It A Mistake by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V] ~ Bucky Barnes x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ I Hate You by @sokkasangel, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Benefits by @cherrypickertheory, Friends w/ Benefits!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ The Soldier’s Weakness by @jadeylovesmarvelmainxo, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mirror by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Kool Aid by @buckybarnesplumwhore, WinterWitch x Black!Reader

✰ No Regrets by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ A Bad Day Made Better by @buckybarney, Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ My Roomates Boyfriend by @angstysebfan, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ A Queen And Her Knight by @buckybarnesplumwhore, Knight!Bucky x Queen Reader (black reader)

✧ Pulling Away by @rogerslovesstark, [part I] [part II], Cheating!Bucky Barnes x Reader 

❥ Life Before You by @world-of-aus, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Life Is Sweet As Dessert With You In It by @hailmary-yramliah, Mobster AU!Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader

✰ Thighs by @cherrypickertheory, Thigh Riding!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Not About Angels by @lailannajacobs, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Steady Love by @buckybarney, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ What Do I Do by @buckys-broody-muffin, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Family Matters by @world-of-aus. Mobster AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Under the Sheets by @vanderlustwords, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Crush by @cherrypickertheory, Soft!Bucky x Reader

❀ The Wolf of Wall Street by @hailmary-yramliah, Stockbroker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mr. & Mrs. Barnes by @cherrypickertheory, Mr and Mrs. Smith AU, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Code Name: Last Resort by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ StarkHub.com by @hailmary-yramliah, Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Like Your Eyes by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✰ Come Up The Years by @kittykatlow, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Missed You, Missed Home by @buckybarney, Soft!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Solace by @tuiccim, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V], [part VI], [part VII], [part VIII], [part IX] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Always The Friend by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Spooky and Mrs. Barnes by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ James And The Siren by @helahades, Prewar!Bucky Barnes x Black/WOC!Siren

❥ Silence by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Steve Rogers

✰ Reunited by @stargazingfangirl18, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ A Day In The Snow by @kitkatd7, Steve Rogers x Reader

✧ After You by @vanderlustwords, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Long Wait Time by @tuiccim, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Can’t Give You Love by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

❥ Circles by @lailannajacobs, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ The List by @cass4nova, Steve Rogers x Reader

✰ On Steve Shaving Your Head by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

✧ Betrayed by @rogerslovesstark, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter

❥ Bad Girl, Good Boy by @hailmary-yramliah, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Love Will Remember by @burninmatches, Steve Rogers x Reader

Erik Killmonger

❥ SugarBabe by @dreamingofmilk, CEO AU!Erik Killmonger x Reader

✰ Imagine Erik Killmonger Promising You That You’ll Be Queen One Day by @sweatergirlsposts, Erik Killmonger x Reader

❥ Cheers, To Me by @tgigoldie, Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Stucky x Reader

Vacation by @cherrypickertheory, Stucky x Reader

❥ Strip Poker Turns Into Something Else by @hailmary-yramliah, Stucky x Reader

❥ Toxic by @burninmatches, Stucky x Reader

Sam Wilson x Reader

❀ Office Affairs by @dumbchickwrites, CEO! AU!Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Desert Days by @cass4nova, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection, Firefighter AU!Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ We Are Friends by @supraveng, Sam Wilson x Reader 

❀ Blue Shade by @the-wintershade, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Perfect by @kittykatlow, Sam Wilson x Reader

✰ Nervous by @dreamwritesimagines, Sam Wilson x Reader

✧ Coming Back to Life by @luke-o-lophus, [part I], [part II] ~ Sam Wilson x Indian/Desi Reader Friendship

❥ Browned Butter by @sapphirescrolls, Sam Wilson x Black!Reader

✰ Take Care by @lilbabycee, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Reporting For Booty by @littlesliceofmarvel, Sam Wilson x Reader

#fic reccomendations #fic rec #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader #marvel fic rec #marvel #stucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #erik kilmonger #sam wilson