#john andre x reader

Random things that I hope are only one shots: some of these you may recognize from the snippets I’ve posted

1920s!cop!au: Another Clay Appuzzo piece, I just have the first half written. I dunno if I’ll post it, I feel like not a lot of people read Clay fics anyway.

The Night That Never Ends: My first Stucky fic. A fic I’m trying to tell in the form of one of those murder shows. I dunno, its weird and angsty. So angsty.

18th Century au: Okay, this kinda covers several fics. A Bucky fic that's only got the beginning done. A Steve fic that has a bit of the beginning and a couple scenes

Duchess!Peggy: A couple of scenes written

Untitled Lance Tucker: Lance rips his lucky jacket. I’d say this is probably more than half finished.

Untitled Project: I dunno, I can’t explain this one. It would be my first enhanced!reader fic. Right now it’s really just a bunch of scenes & dialogue that I’ve had for it.

House Restoration au: Kind of a self-insert, I want to restore a super old house with Bucky. There are several ideas that I’ve had for this and I’m not sure which one I wanna go with.

Till Then: Sort of a mash-up of Turn & MCU set in modern au. Only the very beginning is written, not sure if I’ll continue.

Serial Doubter: Vamp!Laf piece, around halfway finished. I even wrote a prologue for it.

I’ll Wear Your Ring: I dunno, a Bucky fic (featuring Turn characters) I started a while ago. Sort of angsty. Mostly written

First Meeting: This was started for a write-a-thon forever ago, it’s set in the Too Late To Ever Feel The Same au, it’s the reader meeting Ben for the first time. About half written

Viking!Bucky: Sort of inspired by s3 of The Last Kingdom, viking!Bucky & seer!Reader. Just the very beginning is done.

ABO Ben Tallmadge: My first attempt at the whole a/b/o thing. Not even halfway done.

John Andre vs Bucky: Okay, so yea. A very self indulgent fic. Working at an art gallery, you meet artist!John Andre and art collector!Bucky

Goddess au: Being the daughter of two gods and being asked to help correct the Snap

Andy Barber x Lawyer!Reader: An attempt at smut. Not really an enemies to lover thing but it also kind of is

Killer husband au: A dark fic if it isn’t clear. Bucky is bored with his life and tries to change it.

Escaped!Ransom: Another possibly dark fic. Ransom escapes from prison and stumbles across your homestead

Worst Day: Meeting Bucky on the worst day possible

Funhouse: You go missing on a mission and Steve is determined to bring you home

Lance x Reader x Ransom: You and Lance have a channel on pornhub and Ransom is a fan

Neighbor Stucky: Steve and Bucky retire to a boring life in the suburbs. They become suspicious of their new neighbor. I think I might go dark with it.

Worst Smut scene: You have to pick out this years worst sex scene for Literary Review, you choose Bucky’s book as #1. He’s not happy and wants to find the person who picked his book. Possibly a dark fic

Porcelain: Another sort of historical based fic. Bucky, the son of a servant, comforts you, the sheltered daughter of a noble family, when you realize not everything is a fairytale

Dating App au: Being in quarantine can get pretty lonely, so you decide to sign up for a dating app. You match with a man that is too good to be real, you’re convinced that you’re being catfished, until you set up a facetime date. Inspired by all the zoom interviews Chris has been doing lately

Step Dad!Steve: A dark fic.You and Steve makes plans to be together

Stalker!Stucky: You’re being stalked and no one believes you, so you decide to move as far from the city as you can. Steve and Bucky aren’t about to let you get away, so they decide to become your neighbors

Fae!Reader: The team take down a human trafficking ring that specializes in selling enhanced humans.

Anticipation/Single mom!Reader: A BBB fic from last year. You meet Bucky in one of your college classes. A couple fics during your relationship with Bucky

The Energy We Have Can’t Be Broken: It’s been ~6 years since your first husband, Bucky, died. As hard as it was, you've moved on and you’ve remarried and have started a new life with your new husband. Strange things start happening and you can't help but think Bucky is haunting you. Inspired by The Matrimonial Bed

Author!Bucky: Bucky’s lost his inspiration and is dealing with writer’s block

Benjamin Tallmadge: I think Ben would be shocked that you admitted you had feelings for him, like there’s a good chance this man is gonna be speechless for what will feel like an eternity. Give him a minute and allow him to fully process what you just said. Once he processes it, I think he would be relieved that you told him, he’s been trying to work up the courage to tell you his feelings for awhile now.

Benedict Arnold: I don’t believe for a second that anyone in their right mind would have feelings for him. But let’s pretend, shall we? He’s gonna be a smug asshole about it, he just automatically assumes all women everywhere love him. Telling him you had feelings for him would just inflate his ego and it would probably be visible from space. Please don’t tell him you have feelings for him, the world doesn’t need that shit show.

Robert Townsend: I think he would be very caught off guard to find out that you had feelings for him, he might even wonder if you’re lying to him. Actually, he probably assumes that you’re lying to him. I think eventually over time he would return the feelings, but not in some grand gesture, Robert is all about those small and subtle gestures.

Caleb Brewster: He’s gonna tease the fuck out of you about it, pretty much to the point where you regret ever telling him. It’ll come from a place of love though. Plus, he would give you that cute smirk and you would remember that you love this dumb troublemaker.

Lafayette: I feel like it would depend on where you told him. Like if there were other people around, I feel like he would probably act like a proper gentleman about it, very respectful and chaste kiss on your cheek or hand. But if you were to tell when the two of you were alone, he would probably act like an excited puppy, I feel like he would pick you up and spin you around and probably trip over his own feet.

Alexander: I don’t think he would be surprised that you had feelings for him, he figured it was just a matter of time before you fell for his charms.

Washington: I feel like he would just silently stare at you with that Dad™ look, probably to the point where you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Also, he probably start talking about wood paneling to avoid talking about his feelings or he would just simply say “Thank you.”

Edmund: This man will be a stuttering mess, he would be so excited but also a bit nervous that this is just another Anna situation. I think once he realizes that you actually mean it, he’s gonna be over the moon.

Andre: I think he would already know before you say anything, he’s just been waiting for you to say it. You would already be the most important person in his life at this point, so hearing you tell him that you’re in love with him would just be icing on the cake. 

Abe: For some reason, I picture you telling him as he’s about to do something very stupid. I mean it’s Abe, so this isn’t exactly out of the realm of possibilities, ya know? Anyway, I think at first he would probably gloss over the fact you just told him that you’re in love with him and keep telling you his dumb plans. Shake some sense into this boy and try again.

Rogers: First off, is he sober enough to remember? If not, you might have to wait until he’s gonna be able to remember. Also, I would suggest asking my wife @simcoeandchesterfieldmysavages since she’s the Rogers expert in our commune.

Ensign Baker: Oh, my sweet darling Baker boy. I love him so much I literally wanna cry. Telling him you had feelings for him would make him the happiest he’s ever been in his life. All he really wants in life is to be loved and to have a family of his own, so knowing that you returned his feelings would be the best news he’s ever heard. He would probably smile for days afterwards and tell everyone in a ten mile radius how lucky he is.

Benjamin Tallmadge

“This is how every morning should be.” You thought to yourself, as you lay in bed trying your best to fight off any motivation to get out of bed and start the day. You wanted to stay in this moment for as long as possible.

Between the warmth of the morning sun shining through the windows onto your bed, and the feeling of Benjamin curled against your back with his arm holding you tight against his chest, it was easy to give into the desire to abandon any and all plans to ever leave your bed.

“Come on, love. It’s time to wake up.” You said looking over your shoulder, trying to look at him. Ben groans in response and buries his face in the crook of your neck and holding you a little tighter.

You interlaced your fingers with Ben’s and brought his hand up to your lips and placed a kiss on the back of his hand, you could feel his smile on your skin. You let go of his hand as you try making a half hearted attempt at getting out of bed, for all your efforts Ben just pulls you back towards him and started placing kisses onto your neck and shoulder.

“Who says we have to get out bed today?” He asked as you rolled over to face him, you run your fingers through his hair and smile knowing you were able to wake up to his beautiful face each morning.

“Staying in bed all day does sound very tempting, but it might become a bit awkward and not to mention very crowded once Abe and Caleb come over.” You said as you buried your face in his chest.

“What if we pretend that we’re not home and just ignore them.” He pushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss on your forehead

“You truly think a locked door is going to stop Caleb?” You laughed.

“Fair point. What about a few more minutes?” He asked as you wrapped a leg around his waist and you rest your hand against the back of his neck, softly tracing shapes on his skin. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiles as he gently lifts your chin so that he can kiss you while he drapes his arm around you, pulling you in closer against him.

You smile as you feel your eyelids start to feel heavy, delighted with the fact the two of you were able to prolong this perfect morning even if only for a few more minutes. It’s not long before the quiet of the house and warmth of one another starts to ferry you off to sleep.

Caleb Brewster

Caleb woke up to the feeling of you nestled in his arms, your head upon his chest with your fingers absentmindedly stroking his cheek and beard and your leg draped across his legs.

He wasn’t sure where this strange morning habit of running your fingers through his beard came from nor could he remember exactly when it started, but he knew that whenever he felt the soft tips of your fingers on his face he felt safe and at home.

Caleb starts softly humming while running his fingers through your hair as you nuzzled your face against his chest. He began thinking of all the life choices and the things he experienced in the war that led him to be here in this moment with you in his arms. He feels you start to stir next to him.

“Hmmm…Did you sleep well?” You ask him, while you caress his cheek.

“Sorry, dove. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He leans in to kiss your forehead.

“Don’t be sorry, I am grateful for every morning that I am able to wake up next to you.” You squeeze him a little tighter. “Were you able to get any sleep last night?”

“Just a bit.” He quietly replies. You pull yourself away from him and sit with your back against the headboard of the bed.

“Come here, Caleb.” You beckon him, letting him rest his head in your lap. Once he’s comfortable you lean down, kissing his cheek as you start running your fingers through his hair and softly singing to him as he slowly falls asleep.

So deep in love as I But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love Till the stars fall from the sky my dear Till the stars fall from the sky

Alexander Hamilton

You awoke to find yourself laying on your side with Alexander’s face buried in your chest and your’s resting on the top of his head. His arms tightly wrapped around you, with one of your’s cradling him against you and the other tucked underneath your head.

No matter how the two of you went to bed the night before, whether happy and in love or silent and angrily turned away from each other; by the next morning your bodies would always end up tangled with one another. It felt like your bodies knew they belonged together and no amount of disagreements was going to keep them apart. Waking up in each other’s arms always made whatever petty argument the two of you had the night before fade away with the rising of the morning sun. Even in the few short months you had been together, you both quickly learned you both slept better with in each other’s arms.

The downside to being Alexander’s corresponding puzzle piece is that is was always pretty much impossible to slip out of bed unnoticed. You slowly try untangling yourself from him, careful not to wake him. Once you’re untangled, you attempt to gently roll him away from you. Alexander begins to wake up as you pull away from him.

“[Y/N]? What on earth are you doing?” He asks, his voice still laced with the grogginess of sleep.

“Shhh, it’s alright, love. Just go back to sleep, I’ll be right back.” You kiss his cheek before you move to sit at the edge of the bed, before you’re able to get out of bed you feel the bed dip as Alexander sits behind you, his arms wrap around your stomach. You can feel the warmth of his body against your back.

“You know I won’t be able fall asleep without you, please just stay.” He pulls you towards him and rests his head on your shoulder.

“We cannot possibly stay in bed all day. We have to get out of bed at some point, my dear.” You place your hand on top of his, interlacing your fingers with his.

“Please stay.” You feel his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

“Alex, you’re making it sound as if I’m leaving you forever. I was just going to make breakfast.” You laugh as you lean back against him, you feel him shaking his head.

“No, not important. You’re staying here with me, and I do not intend on letting you go.” He squeezes you tighter as he falls onto his side. Spooning against you, he buries his face in the crook of your neck as you give in and the two of you delay the day for just a little bit longer.

Lafayette

The morning light shining through the bedroom windows greeted you as you opened your eyes. You smiled to yourself as you felt Gilbert’s fingers against your skin, softly running down up and down the length of your spine.

“I know you are awake, my love.” He leans over and whispers into your ear, you shake your head no and try burying your face into your pillow.

“Awww, do not hide your beautiful face. Please? I have missed waking up next to you every morning.” He gently tries to coax you to face him, which you finally do. Your heart soars for a moment seeing him laying beside you, but you still can’t shake the tiny voice in your head telling you that this is all just a dream. You slowly prop yourself up on your elbows, trying to think of how to explain properly explain the thoughts running through your head.

“Because I can’t decide if all of this, if last night was real or if I am having the best dream imaginable. I’m afraid that if it is a dream, I’ll wake up and you’ll still be in France.” You quietly admit to him, partially ashamed.

“Amour de ma vie.” The sight of his smile makes whatever doubts you had lingering in your mind suddenly disappear. “I promise you, that I am truly here, by your side and that there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be.”

John Andre

The first sign that John was up to something was up to something should have been when the faint sounds of his violin floating through the house, but in the haze of sleep you wrote it off as a part of a dream.

Later when you feel the sensation of someone pushing your hair off of your face. When you open your eyes you see John sitting next to you, his back propped up against pillows and the headboard with his journal in his lap works away on something.

“What could you possibly be working on this early in the morning?” You sleepily ask him. He smiles at you before closing his journal and sets it on his bedside table before leaning down to you to give you kiss.

“To be fair, I was only finishing something.” He playfully replied as you roll away from him, stealing all of the blankets with you.

“Working. Finishing. It’s the same thing, John. I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t bring your work into bed.” You answer him while you cocoon yourself in the stolen blanket.

“What if I told you, that I was finishing something for you. Would that be an exception to our rule?” John curls up behind you.

“Then I would say that I might be willing to hear your argument.” You turn your head to look back at him, you see him smiling at you. John moves back to his side of the bed, grabbing his journal. You hear him flipping through the pages trying to find what he was last working on.

“If you want to see it, you’re going to have to come over here.” He laughs when he hears you whine. “I know, I’m sorry I am breaking you out of your cocoon early.” He watches and laughs as you struggle to untangle yourself from the blanket. “Would you like some help?”

“Please.” You reply as you give up. John kneels beside you as he unravels the twisted blanket. When you’re free you reposition yourself next to him, resting your head in his lap as he picks up his journal.

You spend most of the morning curled up on John’s lap while he reads you his latest poetry. “This is what I wanted to show you. I am not completely done with it, someone decided to scold me about working in bed.” He lifts your head off of his lap and slips out of bed, picking up his violin. He proceeds to play you one of the most beautiful pieces of music you have ever heard.

“You wrote that for me?” You ask once he finished playing, wiping a tear from your eye. He smiles as he sets his violin down before answering you.