In order to accomplish your mission, Bucky and you have to pretend to be married. With unknown feelings brought into play, how will it affect the mission and your friendship?

Hello Y/N, My name is Jack Manifold and I'm a twitch streamer/youtuber (you can find me @ jackmanifoldtv). Recently I've been working on designing and getting merch for my subscribers, and I've been looking for a photographer to possibly help with a merch photoshoot so I'll have some pictures for the website. I found your page through Instagram and so far you look like you know what you're doing. I just was wondering about your price range for that sort of thing and when you would be available for a shoot? Jack Manifold (not sus) ---- Hello Jack, Thank you for the request. I took a look at your page, and I would be happy to set up a time for a shoot. The price would depend on how many hours the shoot would be, and my rate is about £100 an hour. As for availability, I am still in school, so it would have to be either in the afternoon or on the weekend if you wanted it earlier in the day. Hopefully that's not an inconvenience! Y/N (also not sus, just in case you were wondering)

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

➪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ᴘʀᴏ-ʜᴇʀᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ➪ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ! ➪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʜᴀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʀɪᴋᴏsʜɪ. ➪ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ➪ ɪ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ USJ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs UA ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ. Tʜᴇ ɴᴏ. 3 ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ, ᴀ 16-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴀss 1-A's sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ. Sʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss sᴀғᴇ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴʀᴜʟʏ, ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀssᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ's ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ? Credit for the quirk in this story goes to @vote4kiba and be sure to go check out their Bakugo x Reader story, Protecting You! ➪ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ: 3/23/21

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.