#male!reader insert

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian!Male!Reader:

Requested: Yes

Request: Tumblr ate the original request but it was something along the lines of: “Loki finding his lover who he’d thought was dead but was actually banished to Earth”

A/N: Takes place during the events of 2012’s The Avengers because I miss that era of Marvel SO BAD

“Seriously, get some help..”

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Pt.1 of 3

cw: Homophobic Language/Slurs, Bullying, steve x nancy

“So then I tried explaining how, you know, I’m just going to be stuck working some dead end job anyway and she just gave this look Y/N- like I was stupid or something..” Steve relayed his conversation he’d had with Nancy on the drive to school that morning. Y/N had seen the aftermath of her quickly exiting his car and heading on inside as he dejectedly waited around until he’d joined him. Getting a cigarette in before class inevitably started.

“Well what do you expect Steve, girls dream of their high school loves going to college with them, beating the men off them for the rest of their lives.”

“Yeah, ‘beating the guys off her’ is the whole reason I need to wait..plus there’s no way I could get into a college on her level, I’d just be holding her back..” Steve leaned against the side of his car, running a hand back through his hair as Y/N puffed away a few feet out, always keeping his distance as to not receive a complaint about the smell from his friend.

“Just stop stressing Steve! You get stressed, she’ll get stressed. Clearly she already is..” Y/N’s ears pricked up at the sound of quickly approaching music mixed with the revving of a loud engine. Down the street appeared a blue Camaro that screeched to a stop just before it passed up the entrance to the student parking area and as soon as it turned in it sped back up. Y/N stood in place and squinted, trying to make out who the hell was driving this car he’d never seen. And before he knew it Steve had grabbed the collar of his shirt and roughly yanked him out of the way moments before the car would have possibly hit him.

“Y/N Jesus! Wake up!” Steve let go of him and looked his face over, which admittedly was always difficult to read. He looked at him and then back at the car as it pulled into the middle of two spaces, double parking. One could hear the sound of brief bickering as the car was shut off and Y/N could see the California license plate and then a small red headed girl with an even redder zip up jacket quickly gathered herself and a skateboard out of the passengers seat, slamming the door and then tossing the board down and making her way off in the direction of the middle school with her middle finger held up.

“Hey!” Steve walked past you in the direction of the car and you hardly had time to react as he hurried over, you rushed to follow behind him. “You had a kid in there with you, don’t you think you should..slow down…” Steve’s angry speech trailed off as the driver stepped out of the car. Dirty blonde curls spilled off the back of his head and bounced as he stood and shut the door, an unamused look on his face as he sized Steve up. Although he had stopped a solid five feet away the teen advanced on the two of you, giving you a quick look before responding.

“Maybe you should worry more about your mouth and your boyfriend getting you in trouble, stranger. ” He reached up, snatching the almost finished cigarette out of your mouth and holding it up to his, lighting it off the cherry before tossing it behind the two of you. You licked your bottom lip where the skin had been pulled off from him taking it out of your mouth and also from you holding it there for too long and watched as he made his way away from Steve and you towards the school.

“Fuck..who the hell was that guy?” Steve let the gay comment roll off him like water off a ducks back, he had a reputation that some new tanned up guy from California wasn’t going to make an effect on. But it still did get under his skin, their body language and tone, he seemed dangerous.

“I think we’re going to find out.” Y/N reached up to press his finger against the small bubble of blood coming from his lip before wiping it off on his shirt and heading off towards the school as well. Steve stood back for a moment, still taken a back from the entire morning really. ‘Can’t ever catch a break..’ he thought to himself as he went on to catch up.

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“So don’t forget, Barbs’ Parents, dinner, tonight. Got it?”

“Yes Nance, of course I’ve got it. I’m not going to forget okay?”

Jonathan closed his eyes just for a second, hoping to drown them out somehow as he retreated down the hall away from them, but as he did he found himself running into someone. “S-sorry—“ Y/N shook his head and managed a half smile at the oldest Byers before peering off to the side of him at the two love birds chatting away at Nancys’ locker.

“Don’t be. Trust me, I get fed up with it too.” Jonathan sighed and nodded as they moved out of the way slightly to make it easier for others to walk through the hallway freely. He looked down at the orange flier in his hand, flipping it over before thrusting it forward to you.

“What’s this?”

“Something I wouldn’t be caught dead at.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as he briefly read the sheet of paper before laughing to himself on the inside, the humor coming across when he spoke. “And you think I would be? Maybe if we dared each other..”

“Good point.” Jonathan grinned at him, it did seem like something the both of them would do. They had been friends before Y/N got friendly with Steve and Nancy. As friendly as the teen could. He was often just a third wheel, a shadow, him and barb would sit around and entertain themselves while the couple went at it. But ever since barb ‘disappeared’ Y/N stopped smiling, he stopping putting in as much effort as he had to appear happy for the others sakes and even with Jonathan he wouldn’t open up or talk about anything so Jonathan did the same.

The long bell rang and it echoed through the halls signaling everyone to get to their next class. Y/N quickly departed off towards Steve who had athletics with him next and Jonathan waited for a moment before continuing down the way he had been, trying to not let the feeling of comfort in each other, what was once all too familiar for them, affect him too much.

“You ready to get schooled Y/N?”

“Not if we’re on the same team dipshit.” Steve slung an arm around the dispirited teen as they walked down the hall towards the gymnasium.

These uniforms were the bane of his existence. This whole class actually. The fabric of the shorts did nothing but hold sweat and when and if someone fell or was pushed while guarding you were sure to rub your skin open on impact with the waxed hard wood floors. The grey shirt was ill fitting and slightly baggy on you while it seemed to cling to Steve as the two of you walked out of the locker room together.

“Dude, you really need to even out that ‘farmers tan’. It’s just getting worse.”

Y/N rubbed his hand up his arm and looked at the stark line where the tan began and your normal skin tone began before staring back at Steve with an unamused expression. “Because Nancy loves those pasty chicken legs of yours so much right?”

“Pasty?! Chicken legs?! Oooh you’re so lucky we’re both shirts today..” Steve jumped up and down, hyping himself up for the game as he thought about what you said, debating staying late after school and using the weight room one of these days.

“Okay, ladies! Enough talking. Get in position.” The PE teacher and Basketball coach stood at the sidelines with a perfectly aired ball in his hand and a whistle in his other other. “Four on four game. I want it clean, or you’ll be doing laps until you throw up after school. All of you.”

Steve took the center and caught the ball as the coach tossed it out, Y/N taking his place next to him. He didn’t like athletics by any means but he wasn’t really given the option to choose his own electives so he decided to make the best of things and try to stay close to Harrington early on. “I’m watching you Harrington.” The coach pointed at him and they locked eyes.

“You need to keep your performance up before the season starts, you hear me?”

“Yes coach!” Steve replied. His face determined in spite of the shirtless blonde from this morning slyly grinning as he stood in as center for the opposing team. ‘He’s going to guard me, I just know it..’ He thought to himself as Y/N shook out his hands beside him, grabbing his attention. He tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Be my distraction okay? Ghost blondie when he comes for me..”

Y/N didn’t visibly react to what he’d said but on the inside he was groaning in annoyance. Steve might be the king of something, the king of starting shit. The blonde looked like his hobbies consisted of lifting weights and winning fist fights and he wanted him to go after him? Fuck.

When the whistle blew Steve immediately went into action and the building echoed with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. Two shirts were held guarded in place as Steve faked out the teen and made a shot from the three point line, watching as it went in and one of the skins made a break for it.

“That won’t happen again.”

“Hargrove! Quit making eyes at him and get on the ball!” The coach yelled across the court as his team mate was at an impasse, standing at half court with one of Steve’s team mates behind him and Y/N steadfast in front of him. Eyes locked onto his. “Somebody get this freak off of me!”

“Pass!” As the teen went to make a pass to Tommy Y/N leapt and smacked the ball mid-air across the court, like a volleyball. The two skins quickly shove past him to help Billy obtain the ball before Steve can land another basket and Y/N makes his way behind the blonde. Steve and him make eye contact as he dribbles in place, billy aggressively bouncing himself against his back with full intentions on keeping this asshole from making his shot.

“So I heard they used to call you the king around here huh?” Steve tried to keep his eyes on the man’s hands as he was sure he would go to pick the ball away from him. “I saw that girl with you earlier, do you and the pretty boy share her? Or does she not know about you and him?”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and play!”

The moment that Steve let himself get distracted enough to respond Billy wedged his leg between his and swept his feet out to the side, out from under him. Y/N had closed in during their ‘intimidate moment’ and did just as Steve asked. While everyone was distracted by Billy’s foul play he’d secured the ball and had a decent shot lined up. The blonde was between him and the other players and that cheeky smirk he had when their eyes met did something to him. It made his skin itch. A crawling sensation.

“Why don’t you just give me that?” He asked, knees bent in preparation for Y/N to skitter away to somehow get Steve the ball.

“Come get it.” The side of Y/N’s lips curled slightly at the change in Billy’s expression. Eyebrows furrowed as he made a quick step forward just as Y/N jumped to make the shot from here. Either he’d make it or Steve could go in for the save and do a layup. Neither Billy or Y/N was able to watch because the muscular blonde had taken him to the floor. The coach blew his whistle just before the ball went in. He might have let him tripping Steve slide but that was a full contact tackle.

“Now what the hell did I say?! Clean. Game! Do you not know what ‘charging’ is Hargrove?” Billy glared down at the man underneath him who had his eyes clenched shut. He was scared. The pain in the back of his head from it hitting the wood floor coupled with the blow of the whistle had his ears ringing. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, coach. It won’t happen again.” He muttered as he raised up off the floor, reaching his arm down as Y/N opened his eyes. “Get the hell up then.” He took the hand and gathered himself off the floor with his help, rubbing the back of his sweaty head with his free hand before Billy pulled him in close, face inches from his.

“You. Are. Dead.” Something seemed to flash in those blue eyes. They were dilated and moving rapidly as if he was trying to read Y/N’s aloof expression before he shoved him away and retreated to wait for Y/N to get his free throw in. As pretty as they had been, they looked..predatory.

Y/N managed to weasel not just a nurse note for himself but after complaining that he was dizzy and lightheaded the coach wrote Steve one too. As they showered Y/N told Harrington what billy had said and explained that it was why he wanted to avoid the inevitable conflict for as long as possible.

“So what? You bruised the guy’s obviously huge ego. He isn’t going to actually kill you.” Steve commented as he shampooed his mass of sweaty hair.

“You didn’t see his eyes Steve..”

“Y/N. If I let every little death stare effect me do you think I would hang out with you? You look scary as hell all the time.” We don’t hang out..not anymore.

“Whatever. You got me into this so take some accountability.” Y/N rinsed the soap off of himself before cutting the faucet off and walking to the wall that the white towels hung lined up on hooks, drying himself off as quick as possible.

“I said ghost him! Not tussle with him on the floor!” Steve hollered, eyes closed to keep the soap from running into them being unaware of where Y/N was in the room. Either way it echoed loudly in the tile covered room and Y/N held his damp head, debating on actually going to the nurse to get a couple Tylenol or get the cigarette he was craving in while the majority of students and staff were busying themselves in the lunch room.

“Just..hurry up…”

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Slinging his books into his locker next to Nancy’s as Steve filled her in on why he was limping slightly when she caught them in the hallway. Why he wasn’t at lunch, she chastised him for not forcing you to both the nurses and the front office.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Steve!” She lowered her voice a bit before continuing. “Death threats aren’t a joke..”

Steve held up his hands in a shrug. “You try to make him do something, it happened to him after all.”

“Yeah, because of you.” Y/N mumbled as they started to walk through the hall together towards their destination of the student parking lot, as soon as they cleared the doors Y/N dug his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one causing Steve to hold his nose and wave his hand through the billowing smoke.

“Say something Harrington. I dare you.”

Steve just sped up a head of you and Nancy and pointed at him, “See, scary!”

Y/N looked from Steve’s red car over towards the blue Camaro still parked where it had been and he felt his heart race quicken as Steve reached the car way before them, opening the passengers door in advance for Nancy as a gentlemanly gesture that made her smile sweetly. Steve was an idiot, maybe. But he was her idiot.

Just as Nancy reached the open door and readied herself to get in Y/N yelped, the cigarette in his mouth falling onto his collarbone and tumbling down after leaving its mark as Hargrove had a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back as he pressed against the back of him. “You two hiding from me? Where’d that energy from the game go?” He smiled as he peered down at Y/N and then at Steve and Nancy.

“Let him go!”

“Or what?” Billy replied to Nancy as she took a step forward. “So I was right huh? Y’all are all a ‘thing’?” Nancy scrunched up her face in confusion and went to take another step forward but Steve’s outstretched arm prevented her.

“Look man, I’m sorry for earlier. It wa—“

“H-ha..Steve just shut up and go, okay?” Y/N couldn’t look at them with Billy roughing yanking his back every time he tried to straighten back up but he could imagine the dumbfounded look Steve had on his face.

“Um, no?”

“Listen to your boy toy Harrington, the lady isn’t going to want to see this.” He rested his head against yours as he spoke and you could smell his cologne wafting off his denim jacket. A few students had stopped on their way to their cars to spectate and Steve looked around at them nervously. He couldn’t fight him, not in front of all these people. Not in front of Nancy. He couldn’t lose in front of her.

“My dad is a fucking cop and I’d you don’t think I’ll have him at your house so quick you’re dead wrong!” Nancy shouted at him, shoving Steve’s arm out of her way. Glaring him down as she threw her bluff his way.

Billy swayed slightly as if thinking what she said over before sliding his arm around the front of the man he was holding to loop his arm around his neck, planning to choke him out.

“I’m not..scared of you…”

Billy loosened his grip slightly and looked down at Y/N who had his eyes closed, he hadn’t even raised his hands up to try and get Billy off of him. “What’d you say?”

“I said—I’m not scared of you Billy..” Y/N tried to speak but occasionally the man would tense up around his throat and he’d have to croak the words out, that was until Billy scoffed and released him before using both hands to shove him as hard as he could into Steve’s car causing a tiny dent in the side of it.

“You should be.”

Y/N stayed down on the ground after lifting himself up slightly, holding sore his neck. “Well I’m not!”

Billy turned to walk away, intent on leaving Maxine there if he didn’t show in the next minute or so. “I feel bad for you!” That stopped him. His breathing quickened as he spun back around and looked on enraged as Nancy helped Y/N off of the ground.

“I feel really, really bad for you Billy. Seriously, get help…” Before they gave Billy enough time to decide to charge back over Y/N climbed in the backseat and Nancy took her spot in the passengers side as Steve scrambled to get in the car and drive away, truly the most shaken up out of the three of them.

“That guy is fucking crazy..And you!” He looked over at Nancy as he pulled out of the parking lot before getting his eyes back on the road. “Your dad isn’t a cop!”

A/N: it's been five months, I'm so sorry. Hope this one's alright!

"Ah, good morning Mister Stark.", That's all it took to render Tony momentarily speechless every other week. All it took was your incredibly charming, warm smile to send his brain into a full shutdown.

Your company hadn't been working with Stark Industries for long, but it was definitely long enough for Tony to realize that he wasn't as straight as he had initially thought.

The way you held yourself, a confident, yet approachable attitude, the way you ran your fingers through your hair and rolled up your sleeves - it seemed like everything about you was attractive beyond compare.

"So, what do you say?", Tony snapped out of his haze, meeting your eyes - a distinct curiosity gleaming in them as you lean against the wall, arms crossed after making your offer.

An offer Tony hadn't heard because he was too busy gawking.

"I'm...sorry. What was that?", he asks, not quite sure where or how to look at you - he wasn't used to being anywhere near this nervous around attractive people. But around you he felt as though he has lost a certain amount of control over the way his heart beats and how air was supposed to fill his lungs.

"I asked if you wanted to get a drink tonight.", you repeated yourself, a soft smile on your face. You had been slightly thrown of your rhythm by how different Tony Stark had been, compared to what you'd always been told - be it by the media or friends.

You had found him to be rather good company, not anywhere near as arrogant and careless as people accused him of being. Quite the opposite - sure, Tony Stark had insane amounts of self confidence, when the two of you were talking business at least, but he'd also proven himself to be cautious and somewhat of an overthinker.

"Yes, yes of course I'd-", he begins stumbling over his words and you can't help but raise your eyebrows and smile. Never in your keenest dreams would you have thought that THE Tony Stark would get flustered in your presence. 

"I'd lo- like to.", he catches himself in the moment, not wanting to seem too eager, scaring you off was the last thing he wanted.

"What are we celebrating?", he asks, trying a little too hard to be casual about inquiring your intentions.

"Oh, it's not- I thought more of it as just a night out on the town. To get to know each other better. There's no...special occasion, so to speak.", while you answered, little did Tony know that you were also trying your best to not come on too strong.

As human as you'd seen Tony Stark, working together with him - you'd always heeded a bit of a celebrity crush on the man, if only for his good looks at first - but now that you were getting to know him as a person, you could slowly feel yourself falling.

Well, less slowly and more resembling the feeling of having a rug pulled out right underneath your feet.

There's an awkward silence over the room as Tony tries to find a cool, charming answer. Unfortunately, the best his brain could come up with at the moment was: "Is...Eight alright?"

You blink slowly, a little surprised that he hadn't shot you down.

"Yes, yes of course it is-", that's all it took for you to say for Tony to respond with a quick 'Great!' before turning on his heel and walking away, fumbling to get his hands into the pockets of his jacket, before realising that there were no pockets.

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Male Reader, George Weasley x Male Reader

Word count:1200+

Summary: In the back of your head, you always thought you were the 2nd choice in Cedric's life he proved that very easily today but at least there's a bright side to things."

Warning: Cheating, angsty-ish and fluffiness

A/n I wanted to try and make angst for the first time so here we go (´ω`). It's seems I'm kinda going down the lines of fluff, angst and smut so smut will probably be next.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Summary: “Looks like that one got something too! Hopefully a rabbit.” I walked over to the trap and crouched, carefully pulling the now dead animal out of the trap, huffing as I looked at it. “Nope, another possum”

Warning: Angst (sort of)

Words: 835

Ships: Daryl Dixon x Male!Reader 

A/N: This will also be posted on my ao3 Vampteefies.

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jacob Black x Male Reader

Summary: Jacob and his boyfriend get some desperately needed one on one time.

Jacob pulled up on his bike. It had been a couple of days since he has seen his boyfriend, (M/N). Sam had the entire pack training and on patrol. With the red headed leach coming and going they were all on alert. He had been worried about (M/N) all week, now they finally get time together.

Knocking on the door he waited for (M/N) to answer. He heard someone rushing around inside. It didn’t take long for the sound of locks and the door to swing open. (M/N) stood there with a bright smile on his face.

Request from @winchesterzforever​ :

"I just need a really intimate Drabble with dean winchester, male reader aswell, I miss seeing male readers for Dean I haven’t seen one on a while, is if you’re taking requests that would be nice 😊😊"

Warnings: very light angst, fluffy fluff, implied smut

Words: About 900

A/N: Hey! Thanks again for sending in a request, I feel very honored. <3 Well, about this one...since I'm not writing smut ( I would mess up, trust me XD ) this is all I could do for you. I hope that's okay as well. <3 Creating this was pretty fun, and I kinda got carried away while writing, so it turned out as a little longer than I expected. XD

( If anyone wants to send in drabble requests ( character x reader or destiel ), feel free to do so! <3 )

Anyway, hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

Thank you so much for requesting, anon! I am so sorry I didn’t get this out sooner!

 Requested: Yes

Warnings: Absolute trash… and it’s short af

Other: I tried my best… hope this did you justice, anon! ;-; If this sucks… I’m sorry! I find it pretty hard to do a male POV, so sorry again >.<

Word count: 842

 Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

 **

Being a knight in Narnia certainly had its perks. For starters, it gave you that sense of adventure that you had longed for as a child. You were given the privilege of going to far off places in order to restore peace across Narnia, with your king’s command. King Caspian the Tenth. He was, of course, the most skilled warrior in the kingdom, so it was an honor to fight by his side. You, however, had built up your own reputation. Your skill with a sword was as great as to match the king.

There was training every day, after all, it was your duty to protect Narnia. You had just finished training on the grounds and you stopped to sit at the benches where your friends were. Taking a gulp of your water, you sat down beside your fellow knights, all cheering for you.

“Ooh, if it isn’t (Y/N). Best knight in all of Narnia,” Bret snorted, clapping you on the back.

You choked on your water, wiping your mouth with the back of your hands. “Ooh, if it isn’t Bret, the biggest idiot in the whole world.”

The blond scoffed rolling his eyes. “Bastard.”

Grinning, you punched his arm, a smirk playing at your lips. “His Highness should be choosing who the Captain of the Royal Guard is. Doubt you would last a second as that.”

The other knights roared with laughter, boasting about how they would be chosen as the Captain. “(Y/N), you’re trying out?”

You snickered. “Of course, Jay. Did you expect me to miss this chance?”

“We should all surrender then, shouldn’t we?” Bret snorted.

“And what fun would that be?”

Every knight looked up to see Caspian, smirking. All of them, including you, bowed in respect, and you met the king’s eyes. Offering a small shy smile, you turned back to Bret. “I wouldn’t try out unless you do.”

“Then I guess that means I’m trying out.”

“Wonderful. Extra training will be held tomorrow morning, 5 sharp,” Caspian had told you, nodding his head. His dark brown locks moved with his movement and you couldn’t help but stare. “If there is anything you need, be sure to ask.”

“Of course, my king,” you murmured, bowing your head in response.

“I look forward to seeing you there, (Y/N). Now, if you would excuse me, I must go. Orion asked to talk to me.”

You smiled, offering a wave.

“Oho, (Y/N) has the hots for the king!” Jay grinned, ruffling your hair.

“Shove off!” You exclaimed, pushing him off of you.

“(Y/N) is in love with the king,” Jay continued to chorus and the other knights laughed heartily at your displeasure.

Rolling your eyes at them, you strolled into the castle. You were in desperate need of sleep.

***

You didn’t need reminding about your annoying crush on the king. After all, memories of it played in your head all day and all night. You were pretty sure you were in the ‘in love’ stage by now. Not that you knew how it felt. At least, you didn’t think you did. But you were pretty certain that Caspian wasn’t interested in a relationship, let alone one with you. Well, at least the two of you were friends… right?

A sudden realization hit you. Were you friends with him? Or were you just some other knight he trains with? Great, now you were overthinking. You didn’t need this, especially with the extra training tomorrow morning where you would spend 4 whole hours training with him.

“Dammit,” you growled under your breath, shaking your head, your unruly (H/C) locks shaking with your movement. “I need to stop thinking.”

“I thought thinking was needed on the battlefield.” You heard a teasing voice behind you.

Your head snapped up and you unsheathed your sword. Spinning around, you almost choke on air. “Your Majesty! I apologize, I didn’t mean to-”

“Relax, (Y/N). Honestly, you make it sound like you’ve killed me.” He let out a chuckle. “I was merely wondering if you could walk me to my chambers.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” You bit your lip, trying to ignore the blood rushing up your neck.

“Are you nervous?” He asked you suddenly, and you had to fight the blush.

“The competition is quite tough, my Lord. Besides, I’m sure Bret trained to cut me off.”

“I see. Well, good day to you, Sir (Y/N). I hope to see you tomorrow.”

***

You were done for. It has been three weeks and the king was just about to announce who the Captain of the Guard will be. Holding your breath, all the Knights took a step forward.

“The choice was very hard to make,” Caspian was saying. “However, may I present to you the new Captain of the Guard. (Y/N) (L/N), congratulations.”

You looked up at him, a bright smile on your face. You take your step to the king, he presented you with a new title and a new sword. “Thank you, my King.”

“You deserve it. Now, let the celebrations begin!”