Ive Decided To Start Writing!

I’ve decided to start writing!

Hi I’m Riley or Rye I go by they/them (for a more in depth introduction go to the carrd linked in my bio)

-keep in mind I will only write male/non binary readers. Fem aligned folks, I got nothin against ya but go read something else-

I will write:

•Hazbin hotel

•Helluva boss

•Beetlejuice (movie, broadway, or series)

•ASTV

•The avengers and Deadpool

•forth wing

•DBH

•crave series

•inside job

•poly ships

i WILL NOT write:

•Smut(I will write suggestive material and make-out stuff naturally since my current hyper fixation is angel dust but I am, in fact, a teenager.)

•I will only write s/h or s/a in a negative context

•Slow burn, I’m too impatient

•Valentino

•incest

Characters I write for:

Alastor is a girls girl

My house. My chair. My woman.

Im feeling feelings help

Bucky barns x male reader

Requested by: my dad lmao(he wanted me to write something avengers)

CW:Set in the 1940s, there will be brief references to WW2.

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You, Steve rogers, and James “Bucky” barns have always been best friends. You and Bucky have always been particularly close. People think it’s just a case of “in every trio there’s a duo” but it…a little more than that. You see, you and Bucky were in love. Of course, this being the 1940s people wouldn’t be too fond of gay people. It was always hard for you two. It was even harder now that he had been drafted and you hadent. The reason you hadn’t been drafted was a different story. Today was the last day you had with Bucky. You were both deviated, but both knew that was something he had to do. You were lying in bed, your head in chest well he strokes your hair. “Please don’t leave me, James.” You look up at him with pleasing eyes. He frowns and gazed down at you with his handsome, gentlemanly face. “You know I can’t, darlin’…” you sit up, tears pricking your eyes. “Yes you can, tell them you lost an arm or something, it can’t be that hard…I don’t wanna lose you.” You turn away from him, hurt that he would want to leave you. He sits up not long after, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Now sweetheart-“ “dont ‘sweetheart’ me.” You turn back around to him, tears falling. “You promised you would never leave me. You promised we would be together and no matter how much people wanted us apart we would always be together.” “And I ment it but“ “IM NOT DONE.” You stand up, breathing heavily and trying to wipe away the tears. “James, please…don’t leave me. I can’t live without you.” He follows you to the window you planted yourself in front of. “I mean- Bucky what if you don’t come back? Do you know what that would do to me? I would be nothing but a bitter queer living by himself and drinking booze until he passes out.” Your brunette lover snakes an arm around your waist. “I know, but this isn’t about me. This is about what I’m doing for our country. And besides, there’s no way I wouldn’t coming home to you.” He smiles, picking you up and slamming you back down on the bed, laughing. “You know I don’t like seeing you sad.” “Ok, fine. But can you at least stay until I fall asleep?” “Of course, darlin’.”

You waited for him to come back…he never did.

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A/N: I loved writing this, 40s Bucky is sooo😍. If you see any problems please let me know, constructive criticism is not only welcome but encouraged. Im always looking to improve.

Character A: [stairing admirably at character B] that’s awesome…terrifying but awesome.

Miles morales 1610 x reader

Requested by: @trollmartes

Pronouns: you/yours and they/them

(Miles is your tutor)

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You wernt the smartest person around. Granted, you wernt stupid but sure as hell not Einstein. That is why you found yourself in the library tapping the click-y part of your pen against the table and waiting for your tutor. He had been late by 30 minutes at this point -which made you worry considering the ‘new’ Spider-Man had been fighting someone downtown pretty close to here about 15 minutes ago, what if he had gotten caught up in it? Gotten hurt? Or worse?- anxiety aside, you suddenly felt somone loom over your shoulder. You whip your head around to look at who it is and you see miles, slightly scratched up and out of breath. “hey, sorry I’m late.” You smile at him. “No it’s fine, uh are you ok? You look real banged up-“ you reach out to touch his face and examine a bandaid on his cheek” he panics and grabs your wrist, placing it on the table. “No I’m good I just tripped” he nervously looks around before taking out his phone and handing you an earbud. “Before we start, I made a playlist that I can help you study too. It’s kinda a bunch of stuff we both listen to.” He smiles kindly and takes a textbook out of his backpack. Your face heats as you smile at him, flattering that he remembers your taste in music. You place an earbud in your ear as he does the same and hits play on the song. The world fades out as it’s just you, him, and whatever subject you were studying. Every once in a while he brushes his hand against yours or laughs a little too hard at a joke. It’s very welcome.

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A/N: I hope it was everything you wanted! If you see any problems please let me know. I greatly appreciate constructive criticism. Feel free to request any time:)