warning: you may briefly develop sympathy for a character you really dislike.
A/N: my bitter little toast to the bride and groom. lydia learns what it means to be married to the man she's chosen. if you're just finding this now, i suggest starting at the beginning - or at the lastest, chapter 7.
word count: 1.8k
From across the ocean, staring out at the water from California, Lydia could feel her cousin’s worry, and she thought to herself: you don’t know him like I do.
It was her wedding day.
Lydia could hear their guests in their new apartment from the beach—all the heels and the slides on the tile floor, their conversation and clinking glasses bouncing off the mirrors and the marble. Their balcony doors were open, and the reception had almost spilled outside.
Lydia was still wearing her veil, a fine tulle dripping down her back all the way to her ankles, trailing in the water that washed up around her feet. She had her phone in her hand. She was trying to make a call.
She had been trying since 10 o’clock this morning, when the hairdresser had pressed the veil into place.
Lydia stood on the beach barefoot; her shoes were upstairs, at the reception with the band and Ryan and all George’s friends—the ones who were in California, the school friends who wore worn-down Todds and wanted to feel a bit dangerous by hanging out with a real musician (or look it, on their feeds, in photos near a musician). Taking casual reels with Jess Harper casually lounging in the background. She had confirmed the guest list. Like a wife should. She looked down at her ring (huge and not very rock and roll, as Jess pointed out). George had even agreed when she said she didn’t want Dave Novoselic there, that creepy old rock star who always brought needles to every party. The one who brought the bad batch that sent Tara to the hospital. George promised Dave wouldn’t be there; George was on his best behaviour. Like a husband should be. Novoselic had been disinvited, at her request. That was the power Lydia wielded now. She wasn’t just some kid in over her head anymore, or some Penny Lane character hanging on by a thread: they were married. Everything was going to be better. It was a new life, after everything.
Everything had been perfect since Lydia decided to stay in California. She finally called her dad. She had even been home to visit, and had seen Izzy's mom and Mrs. Shepherd. But Lydia couldn’t bring herself to see Izzy.
Hovering at the storefront, Lydia had seen her cousin behind the register; she was so stricken by guilt at the sight that she turned back. After a few panicked messages, Harry cheered her up before he left for Italy: he said Izzy had moved out, had another new job, and was back in school—she only worked at the store on weekends. (Lydia tried to return the favour by not telling Jess where Harry was; she couldn’t keep track of whether they were off or on again or real or not real again. Jess's posts had gotten desperate.)
jessH missing this one today
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larry4ever222 you guys are so cute jk pls breakup
Lydia felt relieved that Izzy was doing better, that she had escaped, that bringing her on the tour had worked—for the most part—but Lydia's guilt stuck to her, like her wet veil against her ankles.
She watched the waves go out and felt the undertow along with it, pulling her white satin slip dress and the pit of her stomach. Her new life in California was so beautiful. Whenever she felt like she was being pulled under, she remembered that first summer on tour and the first time George noticed her. She was shooting content for Jess’s socials and he kept pulling faces at her through the camera. The next day, she found a new phone stand outside her door. Then a new computer and clothes and plane tickets.
Then a ring.
The wedding had been perfect. Except Izzy wasn't there. And Izzy and Harry weren’t together. Lydia believed she had smashed that up too, causing accidents everywhere. She knew her cousin and she knew they couldn’t be together now, after Harry left her like that. But Lydia still wanted to fix it.
Maybe she could still fix it. She had a plan.
A car horn from the road behind their building jolted her out of her haze, and back into another memory. A little bar, in nowhere New Brunswick, at the beginning of Jess Harper's second, tiny tour. The summer after she had turned 18, the summer it all happened.
The audience consisting of the celtic band—including a bagpiper who had fallen asleep—going on after them, Tara’s parents, and a bachelorette party that was half unconscious. Lydia found an angle in the corner of the bar, pressed up against the window, where she could shoot the crowd to make it look like an actual crowd. She had to get more people in to see their shows, or the next venue would cancel and Ryan would walk. Lydia could stare at her shots of George pulling faces for hours, but they weren’t working. She leaned back, trying to make the seven heads in front of her look like 70.
She heard a car horn too close and glass sprayed across her skirt: she turned to see that a driver had tapped the side of the building, sliding too far into his parking spot. The tap cracked the window. Lydia leapt up and burst into tears, even though she wasn’t hurt. She ran to the back of the bar, past the kitchen, and outside, to the laneway behind the bar, and George followed her. He thought she was injured. He thought she should go to the hospital. She couldn’t stop crying.
“Did the glass cut you?” George asked, circling around her. He pulled up her sweater a bit where glass still clung to it, but Lydia swatted his hand away.
“I’m okay,” Lydia said. “I just need a minute. You can go back inside.”
“Must have scared you,” George said. He reached out and Lydia turned away. She was breathing deeply, in and out. “It’s not really like you, Lyds, to keep anything hidden.”
“Not this,” Lydia said.
“Not what?”
Lydia shook her head.
"You always tell the truth," George said.
“I’ve done some… I’ve done some fucking awful things.”
“So have I,” George said, smiling, countering her grave tone with levity. It didn't work: Lydia’s eyes sank down to the floor.
“I’m not like you guys,” Lydia replied. “I’m here because I ran away.”
“Lydia, me too. We’re more alike than—"
“No, no we’re not. I’m alone. I’m alone with what I’ve done.”
“What you’ve done?” George asked.
“And you should know. You know what? You should know about it. I should wear like, a button or a sash or something,” Lydia said, gesturing across her chest, “with the crime written on it, so everyone who comes in contact with me knows, so I’m not lying every minute of every day that I spend with anybody. I caused a.… There was a car accident, and I was driving. I was trying—I thought I was a good driver. I was paying attention. But we still crashed.”
“Is that how—“
“Yes, that’s how I lost my mom. Because I felt like driving that day.”
“Lydia, you have to know that it’s not—“
“Don’t say it. I’ve heard it before. It doesn’t—it’s not true, so it doesn’t sink in.”
George’s shoulders dropped. He wanted to reach out, but she kept swatting him away.
“And then I left my dad at home.”
“Sometimes, you have to take care of yourself,” George offered.
Lydia shook her head.
“I’m a messy person,” she said, her voice low. “I’m a toxic person.”
“I’m messy too,” George said.
Lydia backed further away from him. Her back hit the door. George stepped toward her. Lydia wouldn’t meet his eyes. She looked at her feet, at the pavement.
“There’s no way anybody could ever want me,” Lydia stammered. “There’s no way you could ever want me.”
“I want you,” George said. “I want you.”
And that was it.
Lydia pulled her veil up out of the water and glanced at her buzzing phone. Harry had sent a dozen texts since she posted announcing that she and George were married. He was in Italy; it was the middle of the night there. But Lydia couldn’t bring herself to message him back.
What would she say?
What could she say to Izzy?
Lydia had done everything to make Izzy happy, even saying nothing and swearing everyone to secrecy when George became infatuated with her—briefly—on tour. Lydia just wanted to keep her on the tour and away from that store she hated so much, and she thought she could stand it—the sight of them together—if Izzy really loved him.
Of course, at the time, Lydia didn’t know she would be here just a few months later, on the beach, in her wedding dress, with George in a tux upstairs. But no one could have stopped her.
Jess had told Lydia not to go through with it just a few days ago at the recording studio. From behind the microphone, Jess noticed an bright prism of light against the walls of the control room, and the distraction almost made her miss the hook. She traced the light back to a rock on Lydia's ring finger, dropped her headphones, and raced out of the live room in the middle of her verse, pulling Lydia out into the hallway.
“Lydia,” Jess said, gripping her wrist and smiling in spite of herself. "Tell me you didn't."
“We’re crazy, I know.”
"This is serious."
Lydia giggled.
“George is a propeller, a sharp propeller, going at full speed. Don’t walk into the propeller, Lydia."
Lydia smiled. “But the propeller speaks to me in soothing tones.”
Jess dropped her wrist and laughed.
Lydia kept going: “The propeller tells me I’m a good person and we can run away together.”
“Oh, Lydia.”
Lydia shrugged. Jess rolled her eyes and they laughed.
From the beach, Lydia could hear that laugh.
She locked her phone screen and picked up the hem of her dress. Izzy would be fine, Lydia thought to herself, because she had a plan to get her back together with Harry. She conceived the plan after George proposed and put it in motion during her visit to her dad, when she convinced Mrs. Shepherd to leave Izzy that house in Italy, and then convinced Harry that region was the perfect place for him to dry out. With the wedding out of the way, the next phase of her plan could go ahead.
“Where did you go?” George said when she re-entered their apartment, leaping up from his seat.
Jess smiled warily and everyone at the table clinked their glasses. George grabbed Lydia around the waist and she sunk into him, wanting to drown in him. They kissed and everyone clapped. Lydia beamed. She was exactly where she was supposed to be. Everything was beautiful, and George had paid for every detail: the ceiling was so heavy with flowers they kept falling, full blooms landing like grenades on the table to giggles from all the guests.
She sat down next to George and Jess raised her glass to her, looking skeptical (as always). Lydia gulped down her champagne and George squeezed his hand around her waist, burying his face in her hair to bite her neck. Lydia laughed: was this the happiest she would ever feel? Could she and George feel like this every day?
“To the bride and groom!” Lydia recognized the voice and snapped her eyes toward it. It was Dave Novoselic, chucking back something clear, seated at the head of the table. He had joined the reception while she was downstairs, stepping out to make a phone call that she couldn't actually make.
“He saw the post and wanted to come—I didn’t know what to do,” George said, running a finger up Lydia’s neck. Dave wiped his mouth and winked at Lydia before turning back to Ryan.
Lydia smiled and took another long drink. It was her wedding day, and she would stay happy, no matter what.
[The bat-fam are in the Gotham Maternity ward waiting for news on Holi’s delivery, while waiting they’re all forced to endure a little girl telling them where she thinks babies come from.]
Little Girl:
...and then Mommy kissed Daddy, and the angel told the stork, and the stork flew down from heaven,and put the diamond in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby!
Damian:
My sister and Todd are having a baby too....They had sex.
Somehow I made an entire universe in which I pair Jason Todd aka Red Hood from DC comics and Cora Hale, from Teen Wolf.
...I really, really like it. Would anyone be interested in me posting about it here? Like one of those anthology-type drabble series? Roy and Kori might be in it as well.
PREVIEWS UNDER READ MORE
-> PREVIEW #1
Cora snorts. 'Well, I have brown eyes, so no risk of clichéd romanticism here.'
Her eyes are the literal embodiment of comfort and warmth, how could she not know that-
Roy bursts in the room, a tray full of snacks in hand. 'Let's get this started!'
Well, at least Jason could always count on Roy to ruin the damn mood.
-> PREVIEW #2
'What, did you have stars on your report card instead of alphabets? One throwing star if you get the gear on without tripping, five stars if you can take out everyone in the room flat under ten seconds?' Cora quips, a slight grin on her lips.
'I'd get six, then.' Jason quips right back, smug as all hell. Roy's pretty sure Cora's about to punt him off the mountain and reaches for his phone when she snorts instead and picks her way up the snowy trail, Jason following closely.
Roy stares after the two, jaw slack. When did they get so buddy-buddy? Ever since he'd met either of them, they'd been at each other's throats; Weird enough considering Jaybird was the one who introduced him to the wolf.
'Those two are odd, yes?' Kori asks, floating down to eye level. 'For human standards, I mean?'
Roy can only helplessly shrug before Jason calls him over with a loving 'Move it or lose it, Harper!'
-> PREVIEW #3
'Oh no.' Cora says, grabbing Jason by the wrist and getting to her feet. 'I'll take this asshole over you any day.'
Stiles blusters in a series of gasps and offended noises, settling finally on a look of utter shock. 'You're gonna go to a Star Wars movie without me?'
'Do I get a choice in this?' Jason asks, craning his neck to look down at Cora. She simply lifts a shoulder in a shrug.
'You can pick the theatre, I guess. Food?' Jason wants to argue, if only to argue, but it seems a little querulous even to him, so he shrugs in a "what can you do" gesture and lets her haul him away from a cackling Lydia and a still spluttering Stiles.
Summary: He didn't felt nothing. He didn't remember anything. He left the grave freshly dug, walking with difficulty to get out of the cemetery, the only thing in mind was his name. It was the only thing he had from his past life, the vague memory of a man who once loved him. And he wandered and wandered through the streets of Gotham without being noticed. Dressed with an expensive suit that was dirty with a lot of dirt, and his hands without nails and full of blood. Jason Todd lived, and the only thing he knew before he was assaulted reacting by stimulus, and being run over by a car, was his name. Bruce.
II. cringe
Summary: Talia had made up her mind, she would save Bruce Wayne's two lost children. Not wanting to put a prize on her back but looking for redemption from all the things she had done wrong. Then, that night, she spotted the boy, he fought as if he knew his life depended on it, his fighting technique was still violent, and he was worse than she imagined. Jason didn't win that fight, he staggered out of that alley, with nothing else they could steal, and he didn't see it when the speeding car hit him.
III. me and my friends are lonely
Summary: " And you're wrong. He will be the death of us”. Ducra didn't want to believe it, but she felt it with every move the boy made. “The death of many”.
“Is this a no?” Talia asks firmly. “Aren't you going to train him in the Caste's teachings?”
"Of course, I will”. Talia turns her gaze to Jason, knowing that Ducra was wrong. “Just thinking about letting him stay for the world... Leaving the world at his mercy... It's unacceptable”. Talia knew well, that Jason was the best of them all, better than the assassins, better than the bats, and better than everything he was tackled in life.
IV. straight razor
Summary: When the compatibility result came out, the cave went into a deep silence. The only sound that could be heard was the bats around the cave and the heavy breath of each one, when Alfred came down, and saw the screen, he was unable to hold the tray with the cups, everyone was shocked to look at the photo that appeared on the screen. The huge writing over the photo, saying that the blood was equivalent to the lost family member, took some time to be digested. Jason Todd was alive, Jason Todd was the Red Hood, Jason Todd saved everyone that night.
V. tribulation
Summary: “I’d shake, but I need both hands for my ball”. The redhead gesticulates quickly, showing the iron ball in his hands. “Have we met?”
“I am Pastor Beerback of the international agency of amnesty, and these conditions are deplorable!” Jason, or rather, the priest, held the Bible in his right hand, and gestured with his left, facing the redhead, who just looked at him confused. “Rest assured, I’ll be filing a complaint to the state department!”
“Trust me, there are a lot of locals who would happily put Harper out of his misery”.
VI. twenty twelve
Summary: "Black Mask, is just a part of the plan".
"Plan? You’re becoming a crime lord”.
"Yes! You can’t stop crime”. Jason moves away from Bruce a little, ignoring the look he received. “That is what you never understood. I'm controlling it. You want to rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren’t afraid?” Like the Joker? He meant it but stopped himself. "I’m doing what you won't!"
"Tell me what happened to you". This silenced Jason, he didn't expect Bruce's sudden change, he didn't understand the point of that either. Wayne already knew his identity, why do things like that? As if he didn't know? "Let me help".
"It's too late". Jason lets out low, taking a deep breath. "You had your chance”. Red Hood releases a smoke grenade on the floor, disappearing quickly, trying not to think about the last part of the conversation.
The Hearse (AO3)
I. Put It On Me
Summary: "Jay..." Roy's voice comes out in a whisper. The entire room had gone silent, and everyone was staring at the man who had just entered, and he was doing the same. Roy followed Dick with his eyes, watching his friend take a deep breath, and start walking over to Jason, who drops the bags on the floor.
"Jason, I..." Without saying anything else, Dick's arms wrap around Jason, and it was apparent that Grayson was already crying. It took Jason a while to stretch out his arms and rest them on his brother's back. "I didn't know, I’m so sorry..." After a while in that position, Dick lifted his head from Jason's shoulder, looking at his face calmly, Dick hadn't seen his younger brother in years, it has been years that he lost him, and finally, finally he could look at him again.
"Todd". Jason's eyes went to Damian, who had a smile on his face, as he approached the brothers. "I'm sorry that these imbeciles followed me, I know it wasn't ideal".
II. Hallucinogenics [soon]
Marvel
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
reputation [series] (soon)
Summary: There was a lot of reputation between the names of the two avengers Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/LN, but it didn't affect either of them. Until a suspicious video of Y/N scares the world, and Barnes is determined to prove that the video was a lie.
Hello hello friends! I'm Mars, I'm 18 years old and from Canada (not sure if that's relevant lol). I'm new to writing on Tumblr and have officially opened my requests so don't be shy! Here are the characters I write for and things I will and won't write, please note that the characters are not restricted to those included but are just the ones I could think of off the top of my head. The reader will be gender neutral unless otherwise specified :) You can send in requests in the form of an ask, a comment on this page or a message! Here's the taglist form so feel free to fill it out!!
Characters/People I write for:
Teen Wolf:
Stiles Stilinski
Void Stiles
Scott McCall
Lydia Martin
Isaac Lahey
Malia Tate
Allison Argent
Marvel:
Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Steve Rogers (Captain America)
Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier/White wolf)
Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley Khonsu (Moon Knight)
Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)
Clint Barton (Hawkeye)
Bruce Banner (The Hulk)
Yelena Belova
Thor
Loki
Mobius M. Mobius
Sylvie
Gamora
Nebula
Peter Quill (Star Lord)
Peter Parker (Spider Man) (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield or Tobey Maguire)
Eddie Brock (Venom)
Layla El-Faouly
Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)
Druig
Vision
Sersi
Ikarus
Sprite
Gilgamesh
Thena
Kingo
Makkari
Phastos
T'Challa (Black Panther)
Sam Wilson (The Falcon/Captain America)
James Rhodes (War Machine)
Peggy Carter (Captain Carter or just Peggy)
Hela
Valkyrie
Sif
Maria Hill
Michelle Jones
Scot Lang (Ant-Man)
Hope Van Dyne (Wasp)
Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel)
Xu Shang-Chi
Xu Xialing
Kate Bishop
Johnny Storm (Human Torch) (Chris Evans)
Reed Richards (Mister Fantastic) (Ioan Gruffudd)
Miles Morales (Spider-man) (Into the Spiderverse)
Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman)
DC:
Jerome Valeska (Gotham)
Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham) (Pre-Spray and Post-Spray)
Bruce Wayne (Gotham, DCAU)
Damian Wayne (DCAU) (Pre-robin, Post-Robin, Robin)
Dick Grayson (DCAU, Young Justice, Titans)
Tim Drake (Titans, Young Justice)
Jason Todd (Titans, Under the Red Hood) (Robin, Red Hood and Arkham Knight)
Selina Kyle (DCAU, Gotham)
Poison Ivy (Gotham)
Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad, Birds of Prey)
Joker (DCAU)
Ecco (Gotham)
Roy Harper (DCAU, Young Justice) (Arsenal, Red Arrow)
While Stiles never quite lied about his past to his friends, he did keep a few secrets. Those few secrets have altered and impacted his life more than any of his friends knew about. Stiles Stiliniski while raised by the dear Sheriff was not in fact his son, Stiles did not go to camp every summer, but home to his beloved mother (Harley Quinn), and he was not and has never been weak. No matter what others might think.
What his friends did know about him could be considered somewhat limited at times. Perhaps they realized that he was deeply morally gray, quirky as all hell, and damn well knew how to keep a secret. So, it should not have been as big of a surprise when after graduation he packed his bags and moved to Gotham City. He said he was joining the family business and working a little magic on the side.
Words: 3201, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 21 of Stiles Stilinski One shots
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Teen Wolf (TV), Birds of Prey (TV), Young Justice - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Damian Wayne, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Jackson Whittemore, Harleen Quinzel, Joker (DCU), Sheriff Stilinski, Pamela Isley, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Batfamily Members, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain
Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Scott McCall/Malia Tate, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Joker (DCU)/Harleen Quinzel
Additional Tags: Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Sheriff Stilinski is Not Stiles Stilinski's Parent, Claudia Stilinski is Not Stiles Stilinski's Parent, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Has Secrets, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Happy Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) is a Failwolf, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski is not from Beacon Hills, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best
While Stiles never quite lied about his past to his friends, he did keep a few secrets. Those few secrets have altered and impacted his life more than any of his friends knew about. Stiles Stiliniski while raised by the dear Sheriff was not in fact his son, Stiles did not go to camp every summer, but home to his beloved mother (Harley Quinn), and he was not and has never been weak. No matter what others might think.
What his friends did know about him could be considered somewhat limited at times. Perhaps they realized that he was deeply morally gray, quirky as all hell, and damn well knew how to keep a secret. So, it should not have been as big of a surprise when after graduation he packed his bags and moved to Gotham City. He said he was joining the family business and working a little magic on the side.
Words: 3201, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 21 of Stiles Stilinski One shots
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Teen Wolf (TV), Birds of Prey (TV), Young Justice - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Damian Wayne, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Jackson Whittemore, Harleen Quinzel, Joker (DCU), Sheriff Stilinski, Pamela Isley, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Batfamily Members, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain
Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Scott McCall/Malia Tate, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Joker (DCU)/Harleen Quinzel
Additional Tags: Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Sheriff Stilinski is Not Stiles Stilinski's Parent, Claudia Stilinski is Not Stiles Stilinski's Parent, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Has Secrets, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Happy Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) is a Failwolf, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Stiles Stilinski Leaves Beacon Hills, Stiles Stilinski is not from Beacon Hills, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best
so i’ve been wanting to make one of these for years. and now here i am.
i take x reader requests, but my first couple of posts might be scenes from various fics of mine to gain awareness. i’d prefer to write for underrated characters but i’ll absolutely do more popular characters as well. i’ll take smut requests but i can’t guarantee they’ll be good and not awkward lol.
also please please please be specific when sending in requests 🖤
fandoms i’ll write for can be found under read more (plus characters i’m eager to write).
keep in mind i’ll write for other characters as well these are just personal favorites of mine
marvel (mcu/netflix/fox/sony/blade/etc)
hank mccoy
alex summers
raven darkholme
kraglin obfonteri
frank castle
joshua “scud” frohmeyer
asm/ps4 peter parker
asm/ps4/raimi harry osborn
dc (dceu/dcau/cw/older films like burtonschumacher batman/etc)
wally west (arrowverse)
rory regan (arrowverse)
rene ramirez (arrowverse)
thea queen
roy harper
jason todd
helena bertinelli
harley quinn
diana prince
cisco ramon
conner kent
star trek (preferably aos)
pavel chekov
leonard mccoy
nyota uhura
spock
star wars (original/prequel/au sequel)
luke skywalker
anakin skywalker
poe dameron
rey skywalker
finn
din djarin
ezra bridger
kanan jarrus
teen wolf
brett talbot
liam dunbar
scott mccall
isaac lahey
lydia martin
allison argent
derek hale
malia hale
the vampire diaries
jeremy gilbert
stefan salvatore
katherine pierce
rebekah mikaelson
tyler lockwood
matt donovan
bonnie bennett
caroline forbes
supernatural
jack kline
twilight
seth clearwater
leah clearwater
bella swan
emmett cullen
jasper cullen
jacob black
resident evil
leon s kenney
claire redfield
ada wong
jill valentine
carlos oliveira
piers nivans
jake mueller
(fear) the walking dead
carl grimes
daryl dixon
benjamin
siddiq
glenn rhee
maggie rhee
beth greene
enid
nick clark
alicia clarke
z nation
10k
roberta warren
addy carver
cassandra
the 100
jasper jordan
john murphy
raven reyes
teenage mutant ninja turtles (bayverse)
raphael
april o’neil
stranger things
steve harrington
jonathan byers
robin buckley
death note
mail jeevas/matt
mihael keehl/mello
nate river/near
misa amane
touta matsuda
l lawliet/l
black butler
soma asman kadar
agni
mey-rin
finnian
bardroy
grell suttcliffe
my hero academia
touya todoroki
tomura shigaraki
jin bubaigawara
shota aizawa
keigo takami
shoto todoroki
demon slayer
kyojuro rengoku
tengen uzui
tomioka giyu
mitsuri kanroji
tokyo revengers
ken ryuguji
manjiro sano
keisuke baji
percy jackson
percy jackson
annabeth chase
friday the 13th
tommy jarvis
until dawn
josh washington
sam giddings
mike munroe
mr robot
elliot alderson
darlene alderson
buffy the vampire slayer
william pratt/spike
buffy summers
willow rosenberg
cordelia chase
faith lehane
the outsiders
ponyboy curtis
darry curtis
dallas winston
it (adult losers preferred)
adult!stanley uris
the last of us
ellie williams
dina
terminator
john connor
harry potter
neville longbottom
ron weasley
fred weasley
george weasley
luna lovegood
hermione granger
draco malfoy
ginny weasley
transformers (bayverse + prime)
mikaela banes
cade yeager
jack darby
charlie watson
shadowhunters
jace herondale
isabelle lightwood
clary fray
pacific rim
raleigh becket
mako mori
jake pentecost
amara namani
misc
tomb raider
the magnificent seven
game of thrones
bones
criminal minds
kick-ass
mtv scream
the vampire chronicles
now you see me
the umbrella academy
saw
american horror story
there’s most definitely more but these are all i have documented somewhere. if you don’t see something here, don’t hesitate to ask!
now, onto characters i absolutely will not write for reasons i won’t specify (unless you really want to know, then i suppose you could ask).
kylo ren
armitage hux
negan
pennywise
jason voorhees
freddy krueger
michael myers
tate langdon
marius de romanus
thanos
transformers x human (the concept makes me uncomfortable, but if you really want it, i might consider it)
billy hargrove
theo raeken
peter hale
the bowers gang
enji todoroki
also any requests for canonly gay characters will be written with the proper gender reader in mind
Thug: [to Jason whose posing as a P.I., glances at Dick] What's with the scrawny cop? Thought he'd be dealing with that pregnant chick who took me down. [smirks] I liked her.
Jason Todd: You really don't wanna go down that road, buddy.
Thug: Oh, I think I do.
Dick Grayson: No, you really don't. The little girl she's carrying is his daughter and my niece.