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Can you do a hasan fic where he is watching all these compilations of him being down bad for you and you walk in and catch him.
Thanks for requesting!! This idea is so cute.
Also it still baffles me just how little fluffy fics there are for Hasan so anyone, feel free to request because Iâm not overloaded at all! The more specific the better usually I do not write smut though sorry <\3
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Shipping investigation
(Luv this gif)
Warnings/content: gender neutral language used for reader, reader is also a content creator, mention of cyberbullying (sarcastic), Hasan blushes a little, forehead kiss, 4th wall break but not really, unedited we die carrying the flame.
Working on the next Hasan fic that was requested and I think itâll be a little longer this time!
Thanks so much for requesting I was honestly surprised there was anyone still reading fics for him since there arenât many people writing them lately so even though there isnât a lot of us I still thank you for the love and notes and everything <3
Iâm also thinking about making something multi chapter and posting it to ao3, thoughts? Suggestions? Iâm open to it!
My requests are still open and if you want to find more you can look up the tag under my profile or find it in the RPF section of my masterlist
Bayeeee
Hi! Could you write a hasan fic about them irl streaming together? Maybe heâs speaking at an event and we tag along to goof around with Marche while heâs on stage?
I love your work thank you so much!!!
Hello anonie! Thx for requesting and Iâll try my best! This is an amalgamation of vague memories of irl streams and clips Iâve seen before and just good vibes! Streaming and RPF is a new genre for me so excuse any awkwardness and insanity (it comes with the territory of me + fanfic + big hot guy, anyway)
Iâm also flaring up and not feeling well and spending the majority of the day resting when not working. So lots of TIME to write but the quality may be questionable
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<3 I hope you enjoy
Synopsis: Hasan gets invited to speak at a college during a pretty large event. Thereâs a solid amount of downtime and it turns into a content trip with Hasan nailing social interaction and side quests with Marche to hunt down a legendary food truck (which makes you late for a very important segment including Hasan⊠oops!!)
A/n: I do see multi part potential in this but also Iâm scared of it.
Warnings/content: platonic coded, except like the first part bc we all know he looks so good in his suit era, gender neutral language used for reader, vague politics and specific side quests, gay wedding crashing, Hasan lowkey neglected rip, brief mention of clown, Marche is the favorite child. Short but that is NOT A CRIME, also Easter egg for this weeks fear& if you find it you get a cookie!!!!
Vows and Gay Tacos + Hasan was sort of there
big fan of what you're doing here, berry, but especially with your anti-ai stance :3 love u mean it
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Can you do a fic where vou sometimes just lay around in the same room when he is streaming. Sometimes falling asleep and waking up because of him yelling.
Hi! Iâm guessing this is for Hasan. Thx for requesting Anonie. I had a pretty rough day so Iâm as tired as y/n rn :-: so excuse any mistakes
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Pillow-sniper
Warnings: none rlly, fluff, chat calling you and Hasan âparentsâ, gender neutral language, âBabyâ as a petname (1), a pillow gets thrown, mention of the 8th amendment of the US constitution. (Citing my sources đ«Ą)
The couch in Hasanâs office was much more comfortable than the one in the living room. And besides, you like being close. He likes being close. Itâs just the most optimal lounging location for you. Especially since today there was a lull in the insanity, his reactions were quiet enough to actually take a well deserved napâŠ.
âChatter- you can not be SO FUCKING STUPID! What are you TALKING ABOUT!!â
Hasan has been stun-locked again. A chatter whoâs either found themselves with a bad take or just a bad way of expressing it has caught his eye and now, with his strong sense of justice and drive to educate the silly gooses of the internet, heâs interrupting your slumber.
You bolt up with a quick, disoriented breath in. Hair unkept, lines on your cheeks and arms, minor aching from how you curled yourself up. You should be used to this by now. But usually someone yelling means something is wrong.
With Hasan itâs just another Tuesday. You were in his office anyway, if you wanted real quiet youâd sleep in his bed. Hearing him talk and react to stream is usually soothing.
You shouldâve just watched it from the other room, you deduce.
He hears the creaking as you rub your face and get your bearings. Head snapping with a cringing, apologetic look.
âShit,â he mutes his mic. âSorry.â
Heâd known youâd been sleeping and had tried to keep it down sinceâand you didnât hear this from meâactually require it to survive. He knows to conk out like that you must really need it.
He canât stop the grin either. At how fucking cute you look when youâve just woken up. A real treat.
Now, usually youâd say itâs fine. And not to interrupt stream over it, but youâre tired from working. Your first instinct? Especially with that shit eating grin heâs wearing at your expense?
â ïž Throw a pillow and aim for the cranium â ïž
It frizbees through his office hitting him in the side of the head. Unprepared, he tries to catch it and just ends up spinning a few times. It landing in his lap.
As chat does. It gets clipped. Itâs marvelous.
âHey! That- hey!â He was so caught off guard he doesnât know exactly what to say. His brown eyes are wide with appalled amusement, and freckled nose scrunched like he just canât believe youâd resort to violence.
âSleep deprivation is cruel and unusual punishment.â You croak, crossing your arms. Voice still tired from the day, and from the sleep.
His expression melts, he rolls his eyesâat himself for letting your adorable sleepiness erase what annoyance had accruedâand hugs the pillow to his chest, mirroring your posture.
âBaby, donât pull out the constitution right now I said I was sorry.â
The stream, still muted, can see the smirk in his lip, and affection in his expression. The chat reads:
GollyWHAM69: HASAN FOCUS
okaysynergyÂż: proper name.. place name.. backstory stuffff
Omegalolverse: OMG LOL ON SIGHT
Pepeforce555: are our parents fighting or flirting?
ProceedNOcaution: @ Pepeforce555 y not both?
You start to stretch, arms reaching over your head before pulling the blanket over your sleep-slumped shoulders. âIâm gonna lay in your bed. With soundproofing between usâ
The pillow falls out of his lap. He almost looks alarmed, or disappointed. He may not ever admit it out loud but he does like looking over his shoulder and knowing youâre there. A room away may not seem like a lot, but in a sea of constant conversation and media and stimulation. Let alone the hot burning garbage the state of the world is right now, itâs too far.
âNo, Iâm almost done. Please just stay? Iâll order you food. Well watch your show later.â
You think about it. Which, makes him throw his head back with a groan.
Your turn to roll your eyes.
âFine. Iâll stay.â You give in. Planning to anyway before he begged (though it was nice)
He nods. Promising to keep it at a lower and consistent volume for the last hour, and tosses you his phone so you can order for yourself.
The stream is too sidetracked to get back to the topic that pissed him off in the first place. He got pillow-sniped out of the stun-lock. He gets sent a hundred variations of the clip pretty much instantly and your aim is complimented, and analyzed like a pro baseball pitch in slow-mo.
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A/n: sorry if this is short but Iâm flaring up atm. It kind of turned into a crack fic sorry about that (itâs my specialty) but it was also fun to write! Hopefully as I get back into practice after a long hiatus I can make better/longer fics <3
Ps! I donât use ai to write my fics and will NEVER do so no machine can copy my whimsy. It requires real biological unhingness, selective cringe, and run on sentences they canât replicate with logical mathematical equations
I also just saw the movie thunderbolts with my girl too what a coincidence!
Anyways could you write something about Buckyâs fabulous Dyson air wrap blowout. Iâm thinking maybe y/n is the sales person selling it to him in the store and thatâs how they met, or maybe the team got him a hair appointment for a special event and he couldnât help but stare into his hairstylistâs beautiful orbs.
Iâm so down bad for Bucky rn itâs insane so anything would be appreciated đđŒđ
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Also this request is months old im sorry
this is a crackfic please donât hate me
Buckyâs Blowout
Y/n has done thousands of blowouts. Some on herself sure, a few on the more usual female clientele but.. the market was too competitive. If she wanted to make a living as a cosmetologist and hair stylist in New York City, she needed to find an untapped market.
She can cut, color, and treat all types of hair but heat stylingâspecifically blowoutsâsheâs always been impartial to.
And thatâs now she became the number one stylist specializing in fabulous male blowouts in the country. And usually, her clients were pretty high profile. It was only a matter of time before she set her Dyson Airwrap Studio Plus upon his beautiful locks.
James Buchanan âBuckyâ Barnes.
She canât say sheâs not nervous. Heâs the former Winter Solider; sort of congressman; improvised leader of the New (offically unofficial) Avengers.
His eyes are a piercing icy blue that makes her freeze upon first meeting, just for a second. They hold the weight of lifetimes and carefully organized secrets. She snapped herself out of it by admiring the dark ash brown of his hair. Shoulder length and slightly frizzy. The texture looks so smooth and soft it drifts in the soft breeze of the overhead fan.
She likes the look of his hair naturally⊠even though her stylist instincts are already formulating a plan to bend it to her will.
âYouâre who they hired to do my hair?â He asked, leaning against the chair of the spacious green room. The New Avengers are making a public appearance. He eyes the heavy looking bag being rolled behind her, as well as the tote over her shoulder as she holds the heavy metal door open.
He moves to help, holding it open with what he considers to be light pressure as she hauls her things inside.
âYes? Were you expecting someone else?â
â..no, never mind. Hi Iâm Bucky.â He takes a quick breath before he introduces himself, seeming a bit out of practice. He offers his right hand to shake.
She does. Itâs rough and warm. She resists the urge to let her eyes flick to the other one that hands at his side.
âY/n. Nice to meet you. Donât worry youâre in great hands.â
âWhatâs that stuff youâre putting in?â He asks after looking at her suspiciously in the mirror for a while while she puts products in to style it.
âItâs foam thatâll make your hair keep the style all day.â
He doesnât respond for a moment. Heâs sitting stiffly, looks like heâs being held at gunpoint; or perhaps a cat forced to wear a hat. Either way heâs got the essence of he canât escape and he would really like to.
She asked if she could touch his hair before, didnât try and bother him or talk him up like most people. Sheâs not sure what to do.
âI was thinking of just cutting it all off.â
Naturally, thatâs fair. Most people donât want to deal with long hair, and he should be able to do what he wants with it but.. sheâs sort of offended heâd say that so casually to her face.
âReally? It looks great though! Maybe just a little on the ends but.. I mean Iâve been doing this almost 20 years, Iâve seen a lot of good hair.â
âIt just grows to fastâ he grumbles.
âOh no my steak is too juicy and my lobster too buttery.â She combs through his slightly damp hair.
âYou can try to change my mind but I donât think I will. Belova set this up.â
Ahh now she gets it. He was probably pressured to do something about his hair. Or lost a bet. Or this is a prank, or maybe even deep deep deep deep down he likes it?
Bucky was trying to stay alert. The feeling of whatever foam shit is being combed through his hair with her fingers is making him want to fall asleep. He wishes he could relax but a part of him sees it as a weakness.
Then she pulls out the âDyson Airwrap Studio Plusâ and it is a big purple and pink chrome monstrosity of a device.
âWhat the fuck is that?â He sits up slightly.
âI just said it was the Dyson-â
âYeah I know what you said but.. what the fuck is that?â He looks over his shoulder. Realizing sheâs actually rather close. Closer than it appeared.. the little sign on the rear view mirrors makes a lot of sense how.
She smells like flowery hair products with a slight chemically note. And she holds that thing like she knows how to use it.
âIt uses air to smooth the hair out and make it really shiny. Blowoutâ
âYouâre gonna put my hair in that thing?â
âI could use a brush and a blow dryer but this is a lot faster.â She had a hard time believing of all the things heâs scared of a Dyson Airwrap.
He sighs deeply, looking her up and down considering asking for mercy.
âFine, okay.â He turns back around with an anticipatory breath.
âIt can be a little loud.â
She gets a few sections done, and Bucky ignores the slight burning smell. Itâs nostalgic.. in a way. And he thinks about all the things sheâs told him so far. Sheâs being doing this for 20 years.. so itâs not like heâs scared sheâll fuck it up or anything but-
âI read that beauticians have a lot of joint pain.â
Real smooth.
She ignores the slightly incorrect and outdated term and nods.
âUh.. yeah we do.â
With his enhanced hearing heâs even heard some her joints crack over the blowing of the stupid wrap thingy.
Honestly relatable.
âSorry.â For what he doesnât know exactly? Talking at all? Assuming things? Having hair?
She snorts. Laugh at him. He isnât sure whether to be relived or not.
âNo itâs fine. Youâre right. We try and retire early.â
Retirement⊠he wishes he retired, instead he ran for fucking congress. Turns out, politicians are not good coworkers. Especially if you used to assassinate people.
She finishes up with the Airwrap, his hair isnât brushed out yet so he looks a little crazy in his opinion. But sheâs right, itâs all smooth and shiny now.
She really just wants to run her fingers through it, but she doesnât think theyâre on that level yet, unfortunately. She takes a wide tooth comb and starts running it through.
âI guess it wasnât that bad.â He doesnât mumble it but he doesnât sound like he wants to admit it either. His sharp eyes meet hers for a moment. Is it surrender or fondness. Either way.. she thinks sheâs got herself a new regular!
If she had a nickel everytime she was hired to give an Avenger a blowout, sheâd have two nickels. Thor.. 2014. It was an experience.
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And thatâs how Bucky fell in love with his hair stylist. Thank you
In my mind heâs such an awkward old man and no one can change my mind. Heâs so babygirl
Hi guys itâs been a while Iâve had a lot of chronic pain and the world has left me pretty uninspired to write sooo I would really appreciate any requests! I canât promise Iâll get to them.
You can just send an ask for any character/media I have in my masterlist even if there isnât any fics for them currently. Iâm trying to expand my horizons. I wrote so much MHA fanfic in quarantine I think it rotted my brain (no offense it was fun)
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All of these fics are written as x readers for real people so if they ever ask to have it removed I will đđ»
Iâm not here to make people unnecessarily uncomfortable (but I doubt anyone will ever see this) for this reasonâand personal reasonsâI wonât write smut sorry đż
Like the other lists, any name here are up for requests even if they donât have any current fics
Hasan Piker | Hasanabi
Pillow sniper | Fluff
Vows and Gay Tacos + Hasan was there | Fluff, Platonic, Marche centric, improvised pride fic
shipping investigation | Fluff
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Right to the Core
Chapter 1
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Thor/Bruce, Loki/Mobius, Gen for any TVA or Rangerok characters
I think Iâll post once a week if I can
Synopsis:
Ragnarök was avoided and Asgard liberated from Hella's oppressive grasp, Thor finally takes the gilded throne. As a child he used to rejoice at the stories of battle that claimed the Nine Realms. Now however, he understands the weight of the blood his kingdom was forged in and all the dark corners of Asgard's halls reveals themselves. Besides, he wishes more than anything to reunite with The Avengers on Midgard. To soothe this ache he has for Earth, he attempts to keep Bruce on Asgard for as long as the scientist would allow but the Bifrost is nearly rebuilt and Banner is anxious to return to his home realm.
Loki is still grappling with living in Asgard as himself. All the lying and destruction left him hungry for something more.. profound. In the name of becoming "good" he attempts to aid Brunnhilde in her sobriety in the only way he knows how: Lies and Enchantments. That is until he becomes far more occupied when some 4th dimensional assholes who insist Asgard needs a Time Permit to keep existing.
Brunnhilde wishes to wallow for the rest of her days, searching for meaning at the bottom of the bottle. Until she catches a lead on leftovers from the prior regime.
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Neither enemies to lovers nor slow burn but a secret third thing called Schrödinger's intimacy. We are in love and we are not in love do NOT open that lid I swear to God.
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Val is trying to improve the reputation of the Thunderbolts. So she hires a social media manager for the New Avengers.
A/n: me and my boo think this is funny. I might do more. I wanted this to be longer but Iâll just post this and see if everyone gets the vision.
Warnings/content: thirsty tweet, John gets bullied,
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âWell, your resume is impressive. I suppose.â
Youâve realized Valentina is sort of⊠whatâs the word- uh,
A bitch.
Sheâs a bitch.
And you donât call a woman a bitch lightly.
This is the second most passive aggressive interview youâve ever sat through. You did marketing for a startup that completely consisted of college dropout, drop shipping, dudebros, once.
Never again.
âNow of course youâll be working with some sensitive information. So Iâve got everything youâve ever posted publicly, on my computer here. Iâd like to review a few things with you.â She looks so casual about that too, an intimidation tactic no doubt.
Youâre a professional. Youâve been very careful to private any less than ideal posts, donât post any stories of you getting hammered, etc.
âOf course.â Not your first rodeo.
âIn 2017, you posted to an account titled âfussysoupfivesixty5â in response to an article on James Barnes presidential pardon.â
Oh shit.
She meant everything.
Which honestly also isnât that bad. But thereâs no connection with your name to that stupid burner account. Damn CIA.
âOh right.â You felt your neck warm with discomfort. Honestly you have no idea what you said, so this could either be very normal or actually insane.
âIâll quote it,â she glanced over and cleared her throat. Her look didnât give anything away. Despite maybe a small amount of amusement. ââDoes anyone know if heâs looking for a controversially young girlfriendââ
And she took a pause to look you in the eye, hands together on the table. Official after literally quoting your own brainrot thirst tweet.
âAny comments on that?â She asked.
âI wrote thatâŠ? Thatâs soo crazy.â You of course avert your gaze and clear your throat.
It was very funny at the time. I recall it now. I wrote that then finished some essay I was writing for English class. Definitely controversially young. Is this actually gonna get me in trouble?
âOther than a few other spirited tweets about public figures, not much else of interest. Minimal digital footprint, not suspiciously so.â She trailed on in a casual manner, looking over the file again as if she doesnât have it memorized.
Why did she even need to mention that, I mean of course she saw it in the background check, though itâs clear it wasnât important, she didnât care.
This must be that psychological warfare theyâre talking about.
âYeah, I figured employers could be.. thorough.â
There was more remarks, and very veiled threats.. you think? Until she shook your hand and announced the interview was over.
You were glad to be out of there. You figured it wasnât too much of a loss if she doesnât get back to you cause honestly, that woman freaks you out. Until you got the call from her assistant, youâd been given the job.
The next day.
She knew she wanted to hire you⊠she just waited. Kept you on your toes. More manipulation.
Of course you said yes, how often does one find a job with dental? Besides, youâve done similar things before. The New Avengersâ reputations are tarnished, yes. But youâre on salary, so whatâs the worst that could happen?
âNo, Walker I did not take your shield. You canât even use it anymore, itâs been origamiâed.â
Ava took it and hid it behind a wall. Cause he said he didnât care about it and never even thought about how few things there are strong enough to bend it back into shape. You saw it with your own eyes, she stepped through your office with it.
âItâs not about that, Ghost. Thatâs solid vibranium. Frankly, itâs a security risk.â
They argue as you walk through the main part of the tower to the kitchen to get more coffee.
Youâve been working for nearly a month now, turns out the commute was a while from you ur apartment, Val wanted you to be able to be at the tower at a moments notice. So youâve taken to the couch in your office (that still doesnât have legs on it)
You didnât expect them to be like this. So⊠comfortable. Theyâd address you when you walk into rooms with nods, not just when it pertains to work, theyâd say hi and chat.
Or, unfortunately bring you into their squabbling.
âI mean youâre the manager, doesnât tracking it down seem like the responsible thing?â Walker asks you as you walk.
You stop and look like your thinking, to humor him for a moment before doing what youâve learned would be best, never agree with Walker. Itâs a bit everyoneâs in on.
âNo I think itâll be fine, probably just shoved it in a closet.â
âNo, it was definitely in my room.â He seems genuinely stumped. Avaâs poker face is phenomenal.
Yelena walked by giving you a smile, before making a judging expression at John. âYou keep that metal taco in your room? But itâs so ugly.â
âI donât know how you lost it, Walker, honestly the thing is an eyesore.â Ava crossed her arms and played nonchalantly.
âThis isnât about it being ugly.â
You wonât incriminate yourself further. Snitches get stitches.

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Game Night
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Itâs game night, and Sam is being extra suspicious about your secret relationship with Bucky.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: humor, fluff, secret dating, uno
A/N: this can be read as a standalone even though it's part of a series called "You Said What". it doesn't necessarily follow a specific order, but if you want to check out the other parts, here they are: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10 thanks for reading, i hope you like it :)
It was a Monday, and Sam Wilson was once again spiraling.
Not because he had a particularly bad day or because a rogue pigeon had decided his sandwich was a target. No, Samâs mental breakdown was much more subtle, much more insidious.
It was because of the vibe.
The vibe was off.
At first, it was innocent. Steve had invited everyone over for "a quiet evening," which meant they were playing board games and pretending they weren't all secretly trying to outsmart each other with complex strategies and alliances.
But it wasnât the games that were bothering Sam.
It was you and Bucky, like always.