“What do you mean
with you found my true mate?” Steve is not amused by hearing the words leave
Fury’s lips. “I’m ready to go back to Peggy. I can’t just stay here and mate
with someone else. Peggy is my true mate!”
I’m sorry to tell you but according to our investigations and the tests we ran
the Omega in your room is your true mate and to 97 percent compatible with you.
Peggy Carter only reaches 67 percent.” Fury tries to reason with Steve but the
tall Avengers scoffs, shaking his head.
“I’m talking about
a connection, not my knot telling me what to do. I’m more than my instinct and
for sure I don’t want a woman throwing herself at me. I bet she waits in my
room like an obeyed Omega.” Hand on his door handle Steve wants to bring you
out of his room but Fury stops him.
“Captain, a bit of
advice - do not underestimate this Omega. We had to use force to bring her
here.” Fury mumbles but Steve ignores his words.
Entering the room,
slamming the door shut behind him Steve sees you curled in a ball on his bed.
Your eyes narrow as he dares to get closer.
Porcelain: After a mission gone bad, you finally crack at the way Steve treats you.
Haircut: It was good to see him after the battle in Germany where you had to stand beside your brother and fight against your lover. You hoped he would understand that you had no choice in the matter, that you would have fought beside him if Tony wasn’t your brother. Luckily for you, your apology was not something he needed from you, a haircut was. (Stark!Reader)
Nightmares: Bucky has a nightmare, which causes him to hurt you while you tried to wake him. But you reassure him that you still love him.
Memories: All you had left of Bucky after Thanos was the memories.
I KIlled You: Bucky’s nightmares are getting more personal and you didn’t understand why he was getting so distant. Until he told you what he’s been dreaming about. (Stark!Reader)
Prom Dress: Being a Stark and more importantly, an Avenger, meant that you missed out on a lot of things through your school years. Now that your final year is coming to a close and your brother is pushing you to do something other than fight, you decide to go to prom. It’s not what you expected. (Stark!Reader)
Talk:All you wanted was for Loki to talk to you, but he only moved when you were in danger.
Save Me: Stuck with the GrandMaster, all you need is reassurance from Loki that he will get you out.
Everyone You Love: You and Loki get into a huge argument which leads to you threatening to kill him and everyone that he loves out of frustration. You didn’t expect his comeback. (Stark!Reader)
Green Eyes: You were trying to figure out the man that laid in front of you. He was anything but human, but you didn’t know what he was yet. He spoke of banishment and a brother who he hated, and quickly, you fell for the green-eyed stranger called Loki in a barn surrounded by thunderstorms and a villain lurking about. (Human!Oblivious!Reader)
This Feeling Is Strange: You were in love with him, and it was really quite strange. He saved you once upon a time and you couldn’t get him out of your head. You had to see him. So you did everything you could to see the sorcerer again. Much to his demise. (Stark!Risky!Reader)
You were the ‘Weird’ one of the X-Men group, you didn’t know how it was possible but it was what you were known for. What happens when you meet someone as strange as you? Would he accept you or would he be cold with you just like everyone else?
Summary: You follow Steve to save his friend and meet the winter soldier. He’s different than you thought he would be.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)
Warnings: angst, fighting, tension, fingering, smut, unprotected sex, sex against a wall, a hint of dub-con (blink and it’s gone), biting
Steve, your friend, and commanding officer you try to top him. This is a
mistake and you know it, so you run faster, trying to keep him from breaking
through the door.
Steve already tries to stop the man inside as you stumble into the room,
slamming the door shut as you can hear heavily armored men running upstairs.
“At least five or
more men, armored, Captain. I can take them down, but this will get messy if I
do and I’m pretty sure they are not with Hydra, only men following orders.”
Panting you hold your side, not used to be an active part of the team.
“Y/N, your powers
can kill them.” Steve murmurs while the man behind him, the man you only know
as winter soldier, looks you all over. There’s something in his eyes you don’t
like when he looks at you, so you block the door, pushing Steve toward the
“Get out with him
or without. I’ll stop them as long as I can, Steve.” When the noises grow
louder you feel a hand on your upper arm, dragging you behind him.
“No, you won’t,
Y/N.” Steve raises his shield as the first gunshots fall and you need to hide
your smaller frame behind your Captain.
“This is fucked
up, Cap. I know he didn’t kill T’challa’s father, but can we not get killed for
the winter soldier, Steve? I’m pretty sure Tony will roast us…” Heart beating a
mile in a minute you watch the door burst open and the first men storm in.
Just a reminder that my writing page is @babyboiboyega , and that I would love it if you all went and followed it! All of my writings that I completed on this page have all been moved to that page, along with any new writings! I’m currently taking requests, SO! Don’t hesitate to send those in!
Summary: Steve needs to go oversea and you’re afraid you will lose the last family you have. Making a deal with his best friend Steve hopes your life will be filled with love only to put you into more misery.
Request: He abt Bucky & Reader are married. But he doesn’t love her. It was an arranged marriage. He told his friends how he’s stuck with someone who’s not good looking and attractive. She hears that & obviously it shatters her. She try grooming & working out & is always polite, loving towards him cus she loves him. He doesn’t give a fuck. His friend sees how broken things are tells him to either love or leave. He decides to leave. After they separate tho he falls in love with her. Will u write this?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic/friendship), Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton
Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, unrequited love, low self-esteem, sad reader, talks about divorce, rejections, language, Bucky being a douche, fake-dating, comforting, fluff, tears, heartbreak, injured Steve, implied smut, very light oral
“I have to go oversea, Y/N.” Steve’s words echo through your mind and you need to sit onto the couch as your legs are about to give in. “Doll?”
“Why?” Sniffling you look up at your brother, your hero, the man always being there for you. “Didn’t you do enough for your country? I mean you almost got killed in Afghanistan and now they want to send you to a foreign country again?”
Losing all hope you lie on the couch, curled into a ball you cry uncontrollably.
“Sis, I’ll be back in a blink. It’s only a year, okay. Your big brother will be back and you’ve got your friends.”
“You mean your friends, Steve. I got none except for Peter and he only hangs out with me as he wants to be close to his hero, you. No one likes me, Steve. They are friendly to me as you are my big brother, nothing else.” Sobbing you hide your face in the palms of your hands.
“What about Bucky…huh? When he came back after he lost his arm you cared for him. I was jealous about the amount of time you spent with him.” Steve kneels next to the couch, nudging your side. “Still in love with that punk?”
Request: Would you please
write for Bucky & reader, wherein he’s in love with Natasha but is forced
to marry reader, he’s never home ignores her even when she tries hard. She even
must work as a waitress for money, one-night Brock tries to rape her, Steve
arrives just in time and saves her. They become good friends. It’s on you if
you want her to stay with Bucky or get married to Steve. It could be an au
where they are not Avengers.
Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x
Mobster!Reader, Mobster!Steve x Mobster!Reader, Gamora, Wade Wilson, Nick Fury
Warnings: angst, feisty
reader, language, mentions of sex, tension, talk about ‘family’ business,
fluff, comforting, light smut, violence
“How is work?” Glancing
at Gamora you can see the hesitation in her eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You said no sex and giving
favors to customers or your men but one tried yesterday. I came just in time as
he wanted Hilary to give him a blowjob.” Gamora exhales and you jump up.
“It’s fine, okay. We are used
to giving favors and stuff. At least we are safe here and get paid for our
work. I don’t want to lose my job.” You can see the fear in her eyes, knowing
that look all too well.
“Gamora, this isn’t about
you or the others. It’s about me, James’s and my word. I gave you my word and
someone tried to make me look like a liar. This is inexcusable.” Angrily pacing
around the room you barely recognize Bucky entered the room
Walking through the hallway, sway in your hips you nod at Maria who is talking to Brock and your fists want to clench. For months you are busy to find every mole in Shield.
Your investigations got stuck when the team found their new addition and you were busy with finding a mole among the Avengers too. Now knowing Lucie is no harm any longer you can concentrate on taking the mole within Shield down.
The person you hate the most, the person betraying you so badly is smiling at you, waving to order you into the room.
While Fury and you act as if you don’t know about the betrayal the mole believes that no one will ever find out who leaked information to missions and private moments between you and Steve.
A smile on your lips you fake you are interested in what the person you would love to stab with the hidden knife at your thigh has to say.
Brock glances at Maria, not understanding why you out of the blue insisted on going on the mission with her, not your partner.
Months, it has been months since you closed the door
behind Steve and sank to the floor, crying the whole night while Bucky tried to
Along with Portia, your best friend since childhood he
tried anything to make you leave your apartment for more than grocery shopping
and work, but so far no plan worked out.
Today is no different. Your purse and two grocery bags
in your arms you rush toward your apartment. Wanting nothing more than hiding
in your apartment, your fortress.
Close to tears as your anniversary, the day you met
Steve for the first time, comes closer you sniffle a few times before you open
your door only to find Bucky, Portia and your cat sit on your couch, waiting
Summary: After finding a peculiar girl, Tony took her under his wing and talked Steve into recruiting her as an Avenger. Unexpectedly, the one she clicks with instantly is The Winter Soldier. Would it have something to do with her past?
A/N: here comes another part of the new series I based of a request. There’s a point where it says Y/c. It means your country bc we’re not all Americans here lol. Enjoy and ask to be tagged in any masterlist. <3
I immediately dropped the lifts and sat up in the bench I had been lying, in order to search for the source of the voice, who was already walking in my direction with a smile.
“Hey, doll.” I greeted her scooting to the end of the bench for her to throw a leg over it and sit across me. “Dunno if she told you, but Talia trains in the afternoon.”
“Natasha.” I explained.
“Yeah I figured” she replied, tilting her head to the side. “it’s just an odd nickname.”
“Well her name’s Natalia.” I shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “at least when I met her.”
There was a beat of silence, after which Y/n muttered “interesting.” then she got up to stand before me. “she told me about her timetable.”
“Oh, I wanted to give you that second chance.” she stated, swaying distractedly. “She told me you train alone in the morning.”
“So you asked ‘bout me?” I teased with a grin, getting up to walk in the mat’s direction with Y/n right behind me.
“Yeah, but don’t let it go to your head.” she warned, passing me by, jogging to get to the opposite side. “this time keep your eyes on me, alright?”
“Easy.” I replied, tearing a chuckle from her. “don’t hold back.” I reminded her, standing in a defensive position already.
“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t.” she assured me, moving her feet one by one as if she was getting ready to dance ballet.
“What are you… Doing?”
“I did this the other day too.” she shrugged. “You just were distracted with Talia.” We both snorted at the nickname. “I get it, she’s a really distracting woman.”
“You’re procrastinating now.” I stated.
“Okay, let’s do it.”
This time I was ready, but she did not go easy.
Not at all.
It was quite an effort to keep up with her fighting style; she wasn’t only fast, she was strong and agile.
After a few seconds, I realized the reason why Natasha was frowning at the end of her round with Y/n.
She was using a fighting pattern that seemed way too familiar. It would have been impossible to catch up on it from outside, but experiencing it first-hand was different.
After what seemed like an hour, I managed to break the pattern and, grasping her leg, I spun her in the air, making her fall hard against the mat.
“Fuck.” she groaned, turning to lay on her back, both of us hyperventilating. “Not bad.”
“Yeah, I know.” I extended my hand at her to help her get up, help that she gladly accepted. “Where did you learn how to fight?”
She shrugged, climbing off the mat, probably to go for a towel. “here and there, I picked up on tricks and cool moves.”
I nodded to myself with the same frown Natasha had, now installed on my gaze.
“Well, what do we have here?” Natasha looked up from her laptop, the ghost of a teasing smirk appearing in her gaze as I plopped besides her in the leisure room couch. “She really worked you up, didn’t she? Thought the Winter Soldier would keep up with the kid without a problem.”
“Is that why you told her to come down and spar with me?” I questioned, even though I knew now why she did.
After a beat of silence, she sighed and resumed the typing. “What do you think?”
“I think you had other reason to-”
“dumbass.” her statement cut me midsentence. “I’m talking about her fighting style.” the redhead cleared up to me. “Movements, patterns, skills. What do you think?” she inquired again with her eyes focused on whatever she might have been working on.
“I think I’ve seen that before.”
“Not in me.”
“No, not in you.”
“Where did you see it?”
“Talia, they put my brain in a blender too many times.” I reminded her with a shrug. “If I don’t even emember what I ate last night, how am I supposed to remember where or when I fought someone.”
I frowned when Natasha stopped smashing the poor keyboard in order to glance at me with an eureka-like spark in her green eyes.
“You just said it.”
“What?” Realization hit me hard and my eyes opened widely as my lips parted in awe. “I fought her.”
“We fought someone that had that fighting style.” she corrected me. “we don’t know if it was her.”
“Listen,” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “where did she come from in first place?”
NATASHA’S P. O. V.
I knocked on Tony’s office’s door and, after being invited to come in, I stepped into the room, closed the door behind me, and sat down in a chair across the billionaire.
“So” I began, drawing Tony’s brown eyes to me.
“So?” he prompted me to continue, leaving the papers he was reading aside.
“What’s up with your kid?”
“You’re gonna have to be more specific, Romanoff.”
“Y/n. Where did she come from?”
“None of your business.”
“She’s in the team, and my trainee.” I stated, leaning forward with my elbows resting on my thighs. “Spill it, Tinman.”
“She’s from Y/c.” he replied with a sigh. “Moved to Florida three years ago.”
“She’s a former agent.”
“Sharon is a former agent, she’s not an Avenger.” I tilted my head, exhaustively examining Tony’s expression in order to read between lines.
“It’s her life, Natasha, not mine.” He shrugged casually, pretending he hadn’t noticed I was trying to read him. “if you wanna know anything else, go ask her.”
“Show me her file.” I demanded.
“I’ll get that file.” with that warning, I exited the room.
READER’S P. O. V.
Everyone has something that soothes them to the point where they can forget, even if it’s just for an instant, about all their problems.
Water was that 'something’ for me. Laying and floating at the surface of a pool was relaxing; swimming was liberating, calming; diving was like leaving the world, shutting it down for a while as you were suspended underwater.
I loved diving. Due to several reasons, I could stay underwater for a really long time; that’s why, when I pushed myself up to the surface in order to breath in, Barnes almost had a heart attack.
“Sorry.” I whispered and apology, loud enough for him to hear, but not enough to alter the calm atmosphere. “What are you doing here?”
“what are you doing here?” he questioned, sitting on the edge of the pool as I approached him. “swimming at 2 am is not what regular people do.”
After I had reached his place, I replied with a smug smirk “I’m not regular.” resting my forearms right besides him. “neither are you, apparently.” I sighed, letting my cheek lay on my arm. “I needed a break from the world- from my thoughts too.”
“I had a nightmare.” he mumbled, jumping into the water just to stand besides me.
“Me too.” my confession made his head spin in my direction. “Yeah.”
“I mean… Do you wanna talk about it?”
I denied and motioned at him by lifting my chin in his direction. “you?”
He shook his head no and, after a span of silence, he spoke again. “the other day… When we fought-”
“I’m- it’s gonna sound weird but-” having hesitated a couple of times, made a question there was no way I was expecting. “Did we know each other?”
He shook his head with his eyes closed. “something in the way you fight is just… So familiar I can’t- I…” he puffed. “forget it, it’s kinda dumb.”
“… Okay.” I replied moving forward, tugging his hands for him to follow me to the deeper side of the swimming pool.
“What are we doin’?”
“turning the thoughts’ volume off.” I replied, going underwater with him, our hands held as we went deeper and deeper.
The deeper we got, the quieter our minds were.
NATASHA’S P. O. V.
My phone’s buzz made me wake up.
“Whoever it is” I spoke in a raspy low tone with my eyes still closed. “better be something important.”
“Open your door,” as soon as I heard his voice, I snapped out of my sleepy state. “I’m outside.”
Jumping out of the bed, I almost jogged to reach the main door, eager to spin the knob and open it.
“Tony’s gonna kill me.” Steve muttered, handing me the file with Y/n’s name in it. “how did you know I knew his password?”
“Figured.” I vaguely replied, frowning at the files. “Thanks, Steve.”
The room cleared
and only you, Bucky and Steve are left. Your eyes meet Steve’s and you take a
deep breath. “How worse is it, Steve?”
Sitting onto the table Steve shakes his head. You can see the tension in his
body as he tries to find the right words. “Strange said if whoever is after the
stones gets Vision’s stone and his we are lost, the earth is lost, maybe the
“Nice. As if we
didn’t have enough shit going on. Of course, there must be a new big bad
asshole trying to mess with the universe.” Bucky grumbles pacing around the
room. “When will Strange arrive?”
“He’ll be here in
two hours. I hope we can keep Vision safe. Taking the stone away means killing
him…” Steve sighs. “I know we had our problems, no more than that but right now we
need to…” Patting his shoulder you nod.
“This has nothing
to do with our ‘private’ problems, Steve. We still are a team, and no one will
let anything happened to vision or Strange. Will Wong be there too?” Steve
nods, telling you with his eyes he’s got no clue how to handle the situation.
overwhelming. Eyes darkened. All musk and muscles Steve stands at the beach
eying all men, especially all Alpha’s, warily. If you would let your feisty
personality shine through you would tease him but your Alpha’s posture tells
you to not cross a line.
Instead of teasing
your pumped-up Alpha you stand close to him, nuzzling your face against his
He’s purring against you but the Alpha’s around let his body react with
aggression and dominance.
So I was stricken with three different ideas for a Peter Parker Imagine with some Newspaper theme (more in a second). I’ve also just wanted to update you all with what’s going on with me.
Basically, I want to know out of the following three ideas, which one is more interesting.
The reader is asked to write about their experience with being saved by Spiderman for their school Newspaper. They proceed to freak out to Peter about it. It results with the reader finding out Peter’s alter ego.
In a pre FFH world, one journalist is very Anti-Spiderman, whereas the reader, who may or may not know Peter’s secret, is Pro-Spiderman. And in one Newspaper article, it’s a Pro VS Con. The reader defends the webhead, and the student writes the counter.
(Also pre FFH), Peter is in Newspaper with the reader. And JJJ comes in as a guest speaker. He shows a crappily shot photo of NYC’s favourite web-slinging hero and complains how nobody can take a decenr photo of him. He offers an internship to any student who can get a well-shot photo. The reader wins, butalso discovers the hero’s secret identity in the process.
And for this series I’m working on…
I say series, but I’ve only actually barely started it, but it feels like it has the potential to be a series. It’s set post FFH. I took the approach of Peter was arrested, bailed out, and is awaiting his conviction. It’s a Stark!Reader (as most of my stuff is), and I’m looking forward to seeing where it could go.
In other news:
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
In light of the new year, new me thing, I’ve decided I’m going to try and be more active.
Staring off with the previously mentioned stuff, but also at some point I want to do a part two to this story here that I said I would do, but got caught up with other things.
I also want to do a Part two of Broken Boy because I hurt my boy. And I want to try and fix my angsty peice of shit.
I double also want to start taking on requests so I can have a more diverse masterlist. I love my boy Peter. But I want to write for others too. In fact, I’m thinking about taking some of my old Wattpad stuff and putting them on my current masterlist.
Anyway, if you read this far, I’m congratulating you with this picture of my dog and two of my cats
(the fluffy one is pregnant. Her name is fluffy and the other is her brother named Charcoal.) ^^^^
What I’ve read and reblogged every day for the month of January. Banner and daily reblog challenge created by @beccaanne814 Thank you for inspiring such a thoughtful challenge, I am discovering so many awesome pieces of writing because of it!
What I loved: This series is the most gorgeously written, thoughtful, realistic AU I have ever read. It features a fleshed out, smart, strong reader, a perfectly imperfect Steve Rogers, his wonderfully precocious daughter, and the very real problems that can await new relationships. This series has everything. I laughed, I cried, I was angry, I was ecstatic. It’s so well done and worth the read.
What I loved: The absolute preciousness of domestic, dad Thor. If I had to answer how I would picture Thor as a father, this fic is it. The author captures his voice so well, and showcases that tender side of him we all love.
What I loved: Smooth, sexy 70s Bucky. The longing want of dreams you’ve yet to realize. The thrilling prospect of taking a leap. This fic is full of vivid imagery, strong voiced characters, and a pretty great background soundtrack.
“No, you will not leave the
room without me by your side. You will have my pup, Omega.”
Thor snarls as you
try to brush past him, but your six months baby bump slows you down and your
Alpha easily blocks the door.
“Alpha, I need to hand Tony
these papers. You can’t just keep me in our room.” Hands pressed against your
Alpha’s chest you sigh heavily. “How about you come with me and we can have
lunch after I talked to Tony?”
Thor is not convinced but
he nods before he takes your hand in his large palm to lead you out of your
Since he returned and found
you pregnant Thor is almost suffocating you with attention. For example - you
are not able to use the shower on your own as he’s afraid you could slip and
hurt the pup.
At least your Alpha read an article about accidents within the household
and now he wants to keep you on your nest the whole day to prevent you from getting
“We go to Tony and then we
will leave.” Thor purrs and you want to roll your eyes, but he looks down at
you with worried blue eyes and you melt against his body. “I need to make sure
you and my pup are safe.”
“Morning Thor, Y/N. Look at
Clint wants to rub your belly as the Beta doesn’t understand how
protective an Alpha can get. Gasping Clint flinches away the moment Thor snarls into his
direction, stunned as your Alpha is ready to attack him.
“Don’t touch my mate,
Midgardian.” Voice low, threatening Thor narrows his eyes and Clint takes a few
When you walked away that night you grabbed one of Tony’s most expensive bottles of Whiskey and got drunk enough to slam your fists into the mirror, breaking your left hand as you didn’t stop till F.R.I.D.A.Y. called Natasha and Wanda for help.
Natasha was happy for you, even cheered a little before you entered the party only to find you drunk, heartbroken and bleeding on the floor of your apartment. You broke down in your friend’s arms, telling her what your former best friend just said and did.
Six weeks have passed since ‘the accident’ as Natasha called it. Only Wanda, Nat and you know you hurt yourself on purpose to feel a different kind of pain than the one caused by your broken heart.
Steve never tried to talk to you after he saw Natasha leading you toward the medic bay, bleeding heavily while tears streamed down your face. He tried to help you but you flinched away, declining his help.