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[bunnyweasley23]

If you have Wattpad please read my latest MCU x Harry Potter crossover!!!

This book is for you if you like:

-Dumbledore Slander

-Wolfstar as parents

-Nice!Snape (sort of)

-Nice!Draco

-Black OC!

-Mom!Natasha

-The Avengers as basically one big happy family!

-Fred, Loki, Pietro, Tony etc NOT *💀🪦*

-Ron x OC

Small Excerpt from a random Chapter below:

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"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff have you seen the Weasley twins?"Umbrige asked sweetly, considering she's been trying to get back on my good side for the past week and a half.

"Sorry, haven't seen them since the last time I saw them." I said with a smile before taking a drink on my hot chocolate and looking down at my phone when I saw Steve got another word.

"And when was that?"Umbrigde asked confused.

"When was what?"I asked with mock confusion as I looked up at her.

"The last time you saw them of course."Umbrige said becoming slightly irritated.

"Saw who?" I asked innocently.

"Fred and George Weasley."Umbrige said firmly an I pretended to think about it for a moment. Like I didn't see them walk past me with Ron and Draco five minutes ago, carrying empty glitter containers and prank kits.

"Can't say those names ring any bells I'm afraid. However if you're looking for the Weasley twins they went that way." I mumbled looking down at my phone.

"Which way? Left or right?"Umbrigde asked frantically looking around.

"I don't know, that's what I'm asking you. Right or wrong? Up or down, you know? Do you think I'll grow more, I've recently become very insecure about my height. I feel like I'm not tall enough? But what if I'm too tall? I'm 5'9 but that could mean anything. Did you know brown cows don't make chocolate milk? Do you think the sky knows it's blue? Why do people have limbs? I'll tell you why, because of evaluation! Not to be confused with revolutions because those are bad. Speaking of revolutions, have you ever owned a unicorn? I've been thinking of starting a butterfly farm but I can't because I won't have time to take them for walks everyday. Do you think cats know that they're cat-" I asked rambling various nonsense questions with a look of concern painted on my face.

"That's enough! I'll find them myself!" Umbrigde yelled cutting me off.

[jackiequick]

Marvel — Singers OC 🎼

-> -> -> I was listening to music a lot while looking over my old OC Tyler Sharp and decided why not ;)

-> Disclaimer! I don’t own the anything like the songs mentioned, artist mentioned here are just ideas and I’ve haven’t been in contact with anyone related to this post such as Sony Music. It was just a fun idea I had.

Ana B 🎼

Full Name: Ariana Sandra De Baillo

Nicknames: Ari, Ana, De Baillo, Princesses of pop, Sandy, Dra

Birthday: June 25th

Age: 25

Height: 5’1

Place of Origin: Brooklyn, New York but grew up around Washington Heights

Currently located: Los Angeles and on occasion Florida.

Specie: Half Human aka Mutant

Abilities: Sonic Screams. She can emit a highly enhanced scream of a high amplitudes. She also has the ability to vibrate her vocal chords at will.

Occupation: Singer and dance. And on occasion a bit of a small vigilante which causes her to be late to concerts and rehearsal sessions.

Type of music she likes to dabble into making: Pop, Latin Pop, R&B, Hip Hip, Rap and some acoustic.

Awards Won so far: Latin America Billboard Awards, Kids Choice Awards, Teen Choice Awards & Premios Juventud Awards

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Arianna grew up in the lower east side of Brooklyn to a Ecuador & Mexican mother and Colombian father who always made sure that she was loved. Even if they didn’t have much, her parents made sure she had a roof over her head, food, clothes, and money for a education in New York.

In very late high school, she discovered her love for music and dance (it was given in her culture but still) Ari became in love with it. Listening to music from artists like Alicia Keys, Beyoncé, Jennifer Lopez, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, Selena, Shakira and plenty of others. Singing, dancing, rapping and creating music videos using her phone or a actual camera.

—> She would practice dancing in her bedroom, creating videos and then later on uploading them onto YouTube. Especially her covers of songs and funny skits she would make with friends. Eventually a record label (Sony Music), reached out to her and help her start crafting her own.

First songs being The Way, Ready or Not & Hurricane. Being her popular ones too!

During this period of time, Ariana started singing and rapping more instead of just dancing. It was great until one day her voice was really sorely used and decided to rest her vocal chords. Soon enough she got a little cocky and frustrated waiting so long, as she decided to try to sing in her room instead. Screaming out the lyrics, resulting in her vocal chords to ring and a bounce of a quaking strength released, causing her desk to stumble back a little few feet away from her.

“Oh my..d-did i just do that?” She questioned, curiosity took over and she tried again.

It was captivating how powerful it seemed, also it was a small soft advantage to her singing. Ariana wouldn’t admit it, but she feared this power. Wondering how this would effect her career and life in general. It took her months to control it, there was a few accidents and even her manger found out one day, but she pulled though.

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Flash forwarded to a few years later, Ana B was singing and dancing on stages, for her own performances and other artists. Performing frontline for Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Cher Lloyd and backup dancing for Fifth Harmony performance for Grammy Awards 2014.

Even being featured in Cher Lloyds songs as well. Due to her mother’s encouragement, Ariana decided to dabble into Latin Pop as well. Her Hispanic roots. Adding a mix of Latin Pop and a bit more R&B into her songs

—> Which resulted in her to featured in Reggaetón Lento with CNCO and Little Mix, create Downtown with J Balvin, and a couple of others. Those are just to name a few. It resulted in her expanding her reach in the music and tv appearance on shows every once in a while.

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It was going great until one dark cloudy while visiting Los Angels after chilling at the corner store she heard screams and yelling loudly from a alleyway running to help wearing her black hoodie, just all black in general due to leaving rehearsals a hour earlier.

A two girls were being robbed of their money, Ariana couldn’t stands for it and started to try and fight the robbers. The two girls were trying to fight them too.

One caught her by the wrist and held her backwards, Ariana was pissed off and narrowed her eyes a scream piercing scream filled up a sound attack sending both men to fly backward onto the brick wall. Slamming their heads against the wall, knocked out cold. She didn’t mean to do that, it was a scream of panic and anger.

It shocked Ariana as she turned to the girls, “A-are you okay?”

“Y-yeah..h-how did you do that?” One of them asked, grabbing their purse.

“I um..i just screamed, i guessed.” She replied, trying to cover up what happened.

The other one recognized her and gasp, “Y-your—you’re Ana B!”

Ariana smiled sheepishly and nodded, “..y-yeah i am..you girls should go home. We all should!”

The both girls nodded and gushed realizing that this artist saved their lives. They called the cops and went home. However Ariana spent those next few day rethinking that captivating scream and how she saved those girls. She smiled, it felt good. Real good. It took a few days to quietly decide but Ariana decided to used her gift and saved a few others every once in a while. But since Ariana wasn’t trained or anything, she wasn’t the best low crime fighter, at least she tried..

She took up a bit of boxing and stuff to help with fight. A few short self defense posts and it helps her moves on stage, a lot. Sometimes Ariana would be late to rehearsal dressed in a black outfit afterwards. For example…

At start of a small bank robbery downtown, a few men dressed in grey and black suit came running in. There were guns and shouting, when she sneaked into the place. Everything was fine as she pretended to be one of others until a robber grabbed her grab and smirked, “Oh, not so fast, sweetheart.”

She groaned, using her shoulder to elbow him in the chest, “Don’t grab women, sweetheart.”

Her and one of robbers started to dance, twirling, kicking and spinning around the room. Ariana was thrown across the room, her back landing on a desk near a receptionist as she yelled with her vibrating vocals chords, “Get the cops online..p-please.” The women nodded, doing as told.

Ariana was slammed into a wall, she sighed, “Now I know how The Avengers feel..this hurts.” She glances at the clock, as her eyes widened in shock, 1:23pm, she was going to be late to the studio. Better make this quick.

Taking a deep breath and narrowing her eyes towards the robbers. Like singing loudly into a microphone, Ariana lowering her mask closed her eyes shut as a scream ripped off at a medium amplitude modulation knocking off both men. They stumbled back, holding their ears and full lose balance. The cop sirens went off and Ariana nodded at the receptionist putting a finger over lips, that were covered again by the mask, then ran out.

She arrived 5 minutes late, not the worse thing. If one had to be honest, the girl tend to always be a tad late depending on what day it was. Her manger Naya, rushed her off to get ready asking if she was alright seeing how she looked a little bruised. Ariana smiled, getting an ice pack for her aches and Advil for her pains. Naya was like a big sister to her, making sure she was okay and healthy, however she always wondered what her client was up to when she’s not around.

-> Her street outfits

-> Causal Outfits

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[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Don't care if it sounds cold. It is, what it is.

Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 1394

Summary:

Steve returns 3 years after he left for the past. Wanting the life he had with you before back without consequence. Too bad you’ve moved on with someone he least expected.

Warnings:

Angst and Feels, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Feels, Hurt Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Exes, Sad and Sweet, Sweet Bucky Barnes, Moving On, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Abandonment, Domestic Avengers

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Woke up feeling angsty, with a mighty need to finish this dialogue heavy drabble I started last week. Happy reading!

You’re preparing lunch in your modest kitchen, singing and dancing along to the music flowing from your bluetooth speaker, when there’s a knock on the door. Knowing Bucky can easily hear it and you're currently preoccupied you leave him the task of answering it. You listen to the door opening and murmurs of speech for a couple moments before it closes again and two sets of footsteps can be heard heading your way.

“Sam, what have I told you about at least texting before you come over.” You look up from the island, expecting to find a grinning Falcon before you but are caught off guard by the imposing form standing under the archway. “Steven?”

“Hey, doll.” He takes a step forward as you close your eyes, shaking your head to relieve you from the vivid hallucination that is taking up space in your home. It isn’t until Bucky places his cool metal hand on top of yours, giving it a squeeze, that you dare to open them again. 

“What are you doing here? And most importantly why ? You went after your happily ever after. You shouldn't be here.”  You blurt out, disbelief showing on your face. Bucky without hesitation makes his way to your side of the island, showing his support and making sure to be within arms reach if you need him. 

“It wasn’t quite as happy as I imagined it would be.” You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows. “All I wanted for so long was to have a do over with Peggy. So the first chance I had to fulfill that dream, I took it.” He places his hands on the island. “It was good at the beginning, but I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He locks eyes with you. “We barely spent any time together after a while. She was always working. Trying to better the world, leaving me alone with my memories of you. I found myself seeking out pieces of you in her. They always fell short. No one loved me like you. I wanted that back. So I decided I needed to come home.”

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, tears brimming your eyes as you hand Steve a dose of painful truths. "What we had was special Steven. I'll admit that. But it wasn't enough for you. I wasnt enough for you. Your head was always full of the what ifs. Your heart was never fully mine to begin with. I thought that as time went on, that my portion was growing in size. How wrong was I to believe such things.” A lone tear falls from your eyes. 

“I'm a firm believer of actions speaking louder than words. You leaving me behind for a chance with her that day was all the reality I needed. It broke me. You broke me. Honestly if it weren't for Bucky, Sam and Clint’s family I don’t think I would have had the will to endure all that pain. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I wanted to not exist so I wouldn't have to feel the pain of being abandoned for a ghost of your past. I was real, Steve. I was there. I gave you the pieces of me I hadn't shared with anyone else before and you took all of that for granted. And now you're back and expect that love to still remain intact.” 

Your heartache seeps through your words, coating it in poisonous barbs, to protect what remains of the vulnerable organ. Bucky, your lover and loyal protector, moves in closer, wrapping his flesh arm around your waist, grounding you. “You have got to be kidding me. Even if I wasnt with Bucky, I wouldn’t take you back. Not after 3 years and having to rebuild myself. My standards have changed and you don’t meet them anymore.”

It’s as if your words delivered a swift punch to the gut for him as he lashes out with vitriol lacing his tongue. “And he does? My best friend. I always knew you had feelings for her. You couldn't wait to swoop in as soon as I was gone could you.” He has a white knuckle grip on the marble as he stares down the man he’s always trusted with his life.

Bucky just nods his head in disbelief as he replies. “I'm the bad guy, Steve, really?” He pulls you in closer to his side, done with the niceties. “If you must know. We didn't even broach anything near romantic until almost a year after you left us BOTH behind.” 

He clenches his jaw as he gets that possessive glint in his eyes and you know he’s not going to hold back. “When it finally happened, a natural progression if you will, there was no turning back. She became mine, as I became hers. It was fucking magical. She always came for me. On my fingers. On my tongue. Clamped tight around my cock like a vice. Squeezing the life out of me.” He husks, ghosting his metal fingers across your collarbone. “I helped her forget about the pain you caused when you left her behind for the past. I gave her an outlet for that agony. We sank into the darkness of our loneliness together. Don’t tell me that didnt mean something. Don’t be that daft Rogers. Our love for each other is bone deep.”

Steve stares at the both of you, a loss for words.

“Mama” comes over the monitor sitting behind you on the counter. You turn to see your daughter standing in her crib having woken from her nap. She continues on trying to get your attention, “Mama”, “Dada” the only words you can make out from the babble.

“I’ll get her.” Bucky kisses your temple and proceeds down the hall.

“You have a baby?” Steve chokes. “How old?”

“She’s 15 months old.” You state.

“So, she’s not mine.” He whispers out.

“Not a chance pal. She’s all mine.” Bucky beams as he walks back into the kitchen, your daughter Amara on his hip.

“You never wanted kids with me Steve. Certainly not towards the end. Why would you think she was yours?” You ask.

“Wishful thinking I guess.” He looks over at the sweet cherub face cuddling up against her fathers chest. “She’s beautiful.”

“Bug, want to say hello?” Bucky asks his daughter, a hand running up and down her back.

The toddler eyes Steve and squeaks out a “Hi.”

“Hello sweetness. You look just like your Mama, but with your Dada’s eyes. Such a lucky girl.” You watch as his shoulders slump. “I screwed up royally. I acted before thinking, once again, and look at what it cost me. Everything I ever really wanted was always right here with you and now I’m going to have to watch it from the sidelines instead of being the one to share them with you.” A lone tear rolls down his cheek. 

He wipes it away. “I know it’s not much, especially now. But for what it’s worth, I’m Sorry. Truly and deeply.”

“I know you are Steve.” You reassure him.

“We both do.” Bucky adds.

“I don’t hold it against you, ya know.” You impart, placing a hand on his. “If you didn't put me through all of that pain I never would have ended up here, with a life I never could have dreamt of. It’s not perfect, but that’s the point. It works for us and we’re happy. This home is full of so much love and communication. I had to be knocked down to know what I really needed in life. The things I wouldn't settle for. The things I deserved. I hope you can find that one day Steve. I really do.”

“Thanks, doll. I’m pretty sure that ship has officially sailed for me though.” He straightens himself out, Captain persona put back in place.

You give Bucky a look as he places Amara in her highchair. You can’t leave Steve in this state. No matter the pain he caused all of you, there is still love in your heart for him. “Stevie, would you like to stay for lunch?”

“I know Bug would love to get to know her Uncle Stevie.” Bucky states.

You watch a small smile emerge on his face. “I would enjoy that very much.”

[bucky-bucket-barnes]

I LOVE the way you write Bucky in all your fic’s 😭 you truly have such a way with words and his character!

Whenever you have the time, Is it possible to request a fic where reader and Bucky are friends but neither know the other’s feelings. Reader comes up with a nickname and randomly calls him by his initials B.B but Bucky has to do a double take because he at first hears “baby” and he’s just surprisingly all warm inside 🥺

Please and many many thank yous!

b.b. boy

Summary: Bucky and you have been friends ever since he arrived that rainy at the Compound. Silently pining, you’d hope he would pick on the numerous hints you dropped. It’s not until a small miscommunication happens that he confronts his feelings for you.

Pairing: avenger!reader x bucky barnes

Warnings: two idiots in love, friends to lovers, slow burn, angst, mainly fluff

Word Count: 3.6k

The rain quietly knocked at glass as you curled up against your window seat. It was a quiet day within the Compound. Instead of relaxation, there was an unusual tensity in the air, though. Waiting in the living became too unbearable at first, the air feeling too thick to breathe.

Steve would be there any minute with Bucky. You knew who he was or rather you knew of him. You never had the misfortune of encountering him as the Winter Soldier, but word spreads quickly.

He’s good now. He just needs time Steve would reassure the team. It was hard to deny his pleas, he was only looking out for a friend. Still, that didn’t stop anxiety from pumping through the walls you sat in. Your phone failed to hold your interest and none of the books could keep you entertained.

So, patient as a flower in spring, you waited for the plane to land in the damp, grassy field outside your window.

Before the clock struck noon, the metallic vehicle descended from the gray sky. Even from a good distance away, you could make out the silhouettes that exited the jet. First Steve, followed by a brunette man, long hair clinging to his face as the rain fell on his temples.

A light knock came from your door, Natasha leaning on its frame, watching the same scene as you.

“C’mon, we should go say hi,” she said pensively.

You nodded in response, climbing from your comfortable position to follow her. You agreed you would slowly introduce yourselves to Bucky in an attempt not to overwhelm him. The nerves that buzzed in your chest caused you to regret volunteering to greet him first.

There was nothing to worry about, but that did not ease the queasy feeling that settled in your stomach.

By the time you made it downstairs, Steve sat alone at an oak table, contemplating silently. He looked up upon your entrance and gave a small smile towards your direction.

No Bucky, though.

“Where’s your friend?” you inquired, peering around the room, as if he might be hiding somewhere in the cabinets or under the table.

“He took the stairs. I think he just needs some time before he meets everyone,” he answered. There was a reassuring look on his face, but his tone said something different.

“Of course,” you agreed, “He’s got a lot on his mind. Whenever he’s ready.” You gave a small smile to Steve and Natasha before returning to your room.

As you waited for the day to pass by, curiosity began to eat at you. The less you saw the mystery man, the more you craved knowing him.

Why is everyone so nervous? He’s just a person.

By the time Natasha called you down for dinner, you had wasted two hours imagining what he was like. You didn’t get a solid glimpse at his face, but your mind wandered at what he might look like. Could you tell by his features alone that he was from the 40s? Was he as muscular as Steve? Was his voice high like a whistle, or did it have more bass?

The questions raced through your mind as you made your plate of spaghetti. Upon seeing your quizzical look at the meal, Steve gave a light chuckle.

“He’s from a time when we boiled everything, I don’t want to overwhelm his palette.”

Steve held two plates in his hand, one presumably that was going to make its way to Bucky’s room.

“I can bring him his food,” you offered a bit too eagerly upon spotting the dish. “I mean, his room is right next to mine and I was heading back up anyway.”

“If you insist.” Steve handed you the plate before making his way to the kitchen table with everyone else, two seats empty. One Bucky’s, one yours.

You crept up the stairs, fearful if he heard you coming towards his room he might scurry away before you could make it to the fourth floor.

His door remained shut, not a sound coming from the other side. Taking a deep breath you knocked softly. No answer. You knocked with more conviction assuming he didn’t hear your first attempt.

The door opened and you finally got to see the face you had been wondering about all day. He was handsome, blue eyes paired with dark brunette hair. His face was set in a permanent frown, his pupils swimming in perpetual suspicion.

An awkward beat passed before you remembered what you came up there to do.

“You didn’t come down for dinner. . .” you began to trail off despite yourself, struggling against his intense stare. It was like he was looking right into your soul with his icy gaze. “I thought I should bring it up. Y/N, I'm right next to you.” Your head tilted toward your door, giving him a gentle smile.

“Thanks,” he replied, taking the plate, not returning your grin with one of his own.

You remained there patiently, half expecting him to carry on the conversation and introduce himself. His lips remained sealed as he stood in front of you. He went to close the door before your eager hand caught it, shyly pulling away as his eyes stared intensely at your hold.

“Sorry,” you corrected, “I just wanted to say I’m right here if you need anything. Steve can’t cook so I know where all the spices are. . . or if you just want some company, I’m also here for that.”

“Thanks,” he replied quietly. He was hard to get a read on, for sure.

“It was nice meeting you, Bucky.” You flashed him one last smile before returning to your room.

Why am I so embarrassing?

You didn’t mean to be so pushy, you just wanted him to feel welcomed. It was silly, he just needed time, like Steve said, but you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. Your worst day felt like a cakewalk compared to his lifetime.

Dejectedly eating your bland pasta, you spent the night watching rom coms to pass the time. Halfway through your second movie, you spotted a piece of paper near your door.

Curiously, you got up from your bed to inspect it. You didn’t recall having any loose leaf around, so it was unlikely it was there from earlier. It was a simple note, written;

Thanks for the pasta. I agree, Steve is a bad cook. Don’t tell him I said that.

- B.B.

A smile spread on your face as you looked at the scribbled thank you, slipping it into your pocket to mention later

-

It was the perfect day to head to the training room. Everyone was either out across the country following leads or were enjoying their Saturday mornings sleeping in. You best liked the gym when it was like this, quiet enough to hear the morning birds that remained nearby.

The sun was still coming up as you entered the facility. Taking a satisfactory deep breath, you walked in.

Something was different. You knew it as soon as you entered. The sound of flesh pounding against a punching bag faintly pattered in the back of the gym, adding an unfamiliar noise to this time of day.

Steve was prone to wake up at the crack of dawn to train, but he was in D.C. today, so it wasn’t him. Scanning your mind, you weren’t able to conclude who else could possibly be here. Who the hell else is up this early?

Sneaking around the corner, your question was promptly answered.

Bucky’s fists pounded rhythmically at the leather bag, hands never faltering in their pursuit. His wife beater clung to his chest, his hair tied back into a lazy bun. The way his body moved was like something you’d never seen before. Each jab was so calculated, so precise. It almost appeared robotic in nature.

Before you could slip away, he caught you from his peripheral, halting his practice.

“I didn’t know you trained.” You broke the silence, slightly embarrassed you got caught admiring, taking a step towards him.

He was now seated lazily on a stool, unwrapping the bandages around his hand. “I came down because I thought no one else would be here. I’ll go.” He didn’t look up as he finished taking the cloth from around his knuckles.

“No,” you insisted, “Stay. I just haven’t seen you around, that’s all. . .Are you going on a mission soon?”

It wasn’t hard to believe he might be back in action within a few weeks. He had had over a month to get acclimated to his new home and now even came out of his room to eat dinner with everyone. Maybe he didn’t talk except to say please and thank you, but it was still a vast improvement from when he first came.

He laughed dryly at the question, hooking a new punching bag onto the chain as the one he just used had been more than brutalized. “Steve’s not letting me go out anytime soon.”

“Then why do you train?”

He paused for a moment, a solemn look washing over his face. “I’ve been a soldier my whole life. My hands don’t know what to do when they’re not fighting,” he shrugged.

He apparently didn’t realize how incredibly disheartening that statement was. It wasn’t until he saw the saddened look on your eyes that he felt guilty for starting your morning with such a mood damper.

“I just like to keep busy, that’s all,” he added gently, adding a smile at the end of his words.

“Oh,” you replied quietly, unsure what to do.

Bucky normally would have left without any hesitation. He wasn’t that well acquainted with anyone except Steve and he didn’t particularly have any intentions on growing close to anyone in the Compound. He didn’t see everyone as a found family but rather live-in coworkers.

But watching you wrap your bruised knuckles, ever so delicately in the morning quiet, he felt his body pulling himself towards you. You had made countless efforts to make him feel wanted, personally knocking on his door to invite him to eat lunch, even asking if he wanted to watch a movie or two once in a while.

Bucky shot down all your advances, though. He wanted to reach for the olive branch you were extending, but he held himself back each time. He was scared. Not of you, but rather what his presence would do to you. He couldn’t tempt fate by bringing all his issues around you. Even his closest friend, Steve, seemed to be searching for a Bucky that died back in 1945.

Perhaps it was the way the sun peeked over the clouds, or just a stroke of courage that entered his body by chance, but he decided he wanted to be different that day.

“Actually, could we train together? Only if you want to-”

“That sounds great!” you encouraged, looking up from your hands to give him a bright look.

As you babbled on about all the things you two could do, Bucky didn’t even think twice about the smile that cracked upon his face.

-

A shriek ripped through your eardrums, your body shooting up in a panic. Feeling around for your gun, you aimed it at whatever unseeable figure lurked about your quarters, chest rising and falling frantically.

All that was present was the darkness that normally occupied your room at 2 A.M. sharp. Huffing out in relief, you placed your weapon back on your nightstand before you thought to investigate the noise.

Everyone else would have been asleep at this time, enjoying as much slumber as they could while not on a mission. The only people on the floor would have been Bucky and you, everyone else opting to live on the lower levels.

Bucky your mind echoed in realization.

For the past few weeks, Bucky and you had made a habit out of training together early in the morning. Soon, he would tag along with you as you did more mundane tasks, and eventually followed you around like a lost puppy. Honestly, you hadn’t even noticed how inseparable you two had become until Sam teased you about it.

“Y/N,” Sam greeted as he walked into the conference room. “Y/N’s second shadow,” he said, quirking his eyebrows at Bucky.

“Sam, be nice,” you scolded lightly.

“What? You two are conjoined at the hip every time I see you.”

“Sorry,” Bucky mumbled, slightly embarrassed others noted his habit of staying by your side. He felt like there was no expectation of who to be when he was near you. He was just Bucky. It was a nice change of pace.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. Sam’s just jealous,” you teased.

“Get a room you two.”

“Sammy!”

From your time spent together, Bucky was slowly beginning to lower the walls he normally kept up. It was nice to see how less guarded he was when he was around you, a shy laugh sounding from his mouth from time to time, even a few smiles being passed your way.

Groping around in the darkness, you made your way to his door. Knocking softly, you called out, “Bucky?”

“Yeah?” he responded. You could hear his labored breaths from the other side of the wall.

“Can I come in?”

Bucky swallowed nervously. He didn’t want you to see him like this, scared, panicked. He was in a much too vulnerable state to be perceived. In the same vein, though, he dreaded the thought of being in his lonesome for the rest of the night, fearful the night terrors could crawl back into his mind at any moment.

“Yeah,” he finally answered, running a distressed hand over his face.

Slowly, you opened the door, walking in quietly. Bucky was sitting up in his bed, shirtless, nothing but his dog tags clinging to his chest. Even in the darkness you could see the wide eyed stare he was shooting your way.

Taking a seat at the edge of his bed, you studied his body once more. Modest amounts of sweat were streaking his temples, his fingers still gripped tightly around his sheets.

“You okay?” you inquired, giving him a concerned look.

“Yeah, yeah. Just a bad dream, that’s all.” Though his words were meant to reassure you, his eyes appeared clouded over. He didn’t look at you, opting to stare out into the darkness of his room, as if something, someone might pounce at any given second.

You shot a saddened smile his way. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Bucky paused, fixing his gaze at you, perched ever so gently at the edge of his bed.

“No,” he spoke softly into the night. Not yet.

Rising from the bed, you let out a light sigh. You would be there when he was ready for you, and the time didn’t appear to be now. “Well, if you need me, I’m in the next room-”

“Stay with me,” he pleaded quietly, grabbing at your wrist before you could fully depart. “Please.”

It was hard to deny your shock at that moment. You could feel the quiver in his hands as he held onto you, baby blue eyes filled with a yearn you’d never seen in them before. It was hard for him to admit to himself, but he needed the company at the moment. He wanted your company more than anything.

“Of course.”

With that, you slipped next to him in bed, settling underneath the covers. You lightly laid your head upon his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat echo in your cheeks. Instinctively, an arm wrapped around your torso. If I can’t protect myself, at least I can look after you.

You were lulled to sleep by the light touches Bucky peppered over your body. A tender finger tracing shapes on your shoulder blades, his grip tightening around your body ever so often, in desperate need of feeling that you were there.

“Thanks, doll,” Bucky mumbled out into the night once he was sure that you were fast asleep.

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Mission injuries were the worst. Forced to stay in the Compound, you cursed the cast that was now nicely fit to your arm. Honestly, your brain had pretty much blacked out what had happened. There was an explosion. Sam yelled duck. Suddenly, you woke up in the hospital with a broken arm and bruised torso.

Bucky ever so graciously volunteered to stay with you as your recuperate, aiding in your vein attempts to make sandwiches and scolding you for training while injured.

Now seated at the counter, you played mindlessly with a slowly wilting plant as Bucky prepared lunch.

“I’m almost done, leave the plant alone,” he called out, back still facing you as he cooked.

“How did you even see that?” you whined, hungry and impatient.

“Super soldier hearing. Nothing gets past me,” he answers promptly, much too focused on his dish to break his focus.

Bucky had insisted on making lunch that day. Normally you’d let him make you a sandwich or even pasta if you were feeling bold, but nothing else. As well meaning and loving as he was, the man couldn’t cook. In moments like these it was more than apparent he grew up in the 1940s.

“Hey, B.B., can you hand me a glass, I want to water this poor plant,” you asked mindlessly, focusing on its browning leaves.

Whatever concentrative state he was in was immediately snapped once he heard you speak. In an instant, his stomach was doing flips and his face was growing redder by the second.

Baby?

“Of course,” he blabbered out, fumbling for a cup, still processing what you had just said.

Face still a bright pink, he passed over the dish to you.

“Thanks,” you replied, slowly pouring the water onto the disheveled rose.

“Yeah,” he smiled shyly, admiring your focus on the plant. He liked the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, giving so much attention to one little thing.

Promptly remembering he was cooking, he turned back around to turn off the stove and serve your plates. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious.

“I’ve never made stir fry before, but Sam’s sister gave me a recipe to use,” he offered, placing the two plates down. “You said you wanted to try something new-”

“That’s too sweet,” you gushed, setting the glass down before hopping out of your seat to give him a hug. “You’re the best, B.B.” you praised, running a free hand through his oak hair.

“Oh wow,” he breathed out, the pink spreading across his face again.

“What is it?” you asked, clueless to why he seemed so bashful all of a sudden.

“I thought I misheard you at first. I guess not. . . I just- wow. I didn’t think this would happen to me,” he rambled, scratching behind his jawline shyly.

You were one of the most wonderful people he had ever met. He was a bit quiet, often stared for too long, and was a bit abrasive at times, but that never deterred you. You were bursting with love and kindness, it was just so easy to be near you all the time. After a few weeks, he felt romantic feelings forming, but he knew better.

I’m just a lot he rationed, wiping the thought from his mind. He feared it would be too different for you. A relationship with him was never going to be normal. Sure, he’d love to take you on dates and bring you bouquets just because, but there was a lot more. He had a lot to work through and he wasn’t sure anyone else wanted to join along for the ride.

“I’ve always wanted to give you a nickname,” you smiled. “I recently found the note you left, the first night you spent here. It was signed B.B. and I realized it’s a great nickname. But only I get to call you it, it’ll be our thing,” you beamed before taking your plate back to your seat.

Idiot, Bucky scolded internally. The warm feelings that clouded his chest soon were replaced by a sense of embarrassment.

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “It’s great, thanks.” Despite his minor heartbreak, he gave you a smile, hoping it would mask his disappointment.

“You’re not telling me something,” you accused, eyes narrowing playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What is it?”

“I’m fine.”

“Bucky.”

“Y/N.”

“I can go back and forth all day.”

He sighed, “I know you can.”

“Then tell me,” you pushed, “C’mon, you know you can tell me anything.”

He knew arguing with you wasn’t going to work, you were much too stubborn for that. The best course of action was to play it off casually. His eyes remained focused on the stir fry in front of him, feeling too embarrassed for eye contact. “I just thought you called me baby, that’s all,” he answered.

A wave of realization came over you. The blushing, the awkward response, his lack of eye contact.

“Oh. My. God,” you gasped, dropping your fork carelessly to look at him. “James Buchanan Barnes has a crush.”

“It’s not like that-”

“You have a crush on me?” you asked, heart spilling over with endearment.

Bucky looked up, your eyes big with adoration, your smile brimming with excitement. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought you looked absolutely enamored with him at that moment.

There was no point in hiding it anymore. “Yeah,” he answered sheepishly.

“James, I have been sending signals your way for months. I thought you didn’t like me,” you confessed, partially perturbed he could be so dumb.

“What?” he asked, baffled beyond belief.

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I can’t believe it took a misheard nickname to finally get that across.”

You both laughed at how ridiculous you looked right now. For weeks on weeks you had been sending one another messages of your affections, the other seemingly never receiving them. It was a nice feeling to finally get off your chest and even better to know it was mutual.

“So, what’s the plan now, baby,” you teased, eyes focusing on Bucky’s soft lips.

“I guess that’s up to you, baby,” he answered back playfully, swooping you into a long awaited kiss.

[peterparkussy]

discoveries

reader develops a sensitivity overnight and wonders what the cause could be.

peter parker x reader// warnings: lg, smut?

dark themes if you squint

You thought your ears had cleared. Everything was louder to you the creaking of the bed when you got up, the crunch your feet made when they step through the carpet, and when you locked the door the click it made was striking. Maybe years of trying to pop your ears and failing, overnight your hearing was just perfect. Only if things didn’t get worse. You were feeling everything not to mention when you inhaled it felt like your lungs were transparent the cool air soothing to the point where your nostrils felt raw- Ignoring your newfound hypersensitivity to seemingly everything you tried to proceed with your day but the blood rushing in your ears made you uneasy.

You were in the shower but you couldn’t continue being thrown off by a faint beeping, you tried to ignore it but it kept getting louder-clearer you felt the beeps echo throughout you, and the floor felt hollow. All you could focus on was the sound. You were in almost a trance now, you shut off the water and stepped out, probably hadn’t blinked once. You might have dried off before draping on your robe that hung behind the door. Pacing out of the bathroom you marched towards the noise. You stayed on a higher floor just about at the top of the compound, you weren't looking around; you were drawn to the beeping there was nothing you can do to stop it. Your body was in control. Down one floor you kept going, earning weird looks and questions you couldn’t process. On another floor, the beeps were closer but what could this noise be? a weapon, was the compound going to explode? Again? Your heart rate picked up, you felt a presence now close around but that faded away shortly from your focus or fear at your arrival on the final floor. You stomp into the kitchen to see a timer beeping faintly calming your nerves. Clicking the cool metal button you shut the device off, walking into the den to see Wanda taking a nap on the couch, you could hear her faint snores; you couldn’t hear that before a countless amount of times you’ve walked in on her sleeping. “Wands” you called out waking her she sat up slightly rubbing sleep off her eyes, “I think your stuff is done the alarm is beeping,” you say eyes wide. You were dripping from the shower, you definitely skipped drying off; your robe was barely tied your arms securing it tightly on one side of your body. “Oh thank you, my timer needs new batteries it’s so low I can barely hear it” she yawned and you nodded turning to walk away. “How did you hear it?” she asked when you were in the middle of the kitchen you paused breath catching in your throat How did you hear it? this shits been happening all day “I was outside the door” you lied. Wanda could usually tell when something was up, but she was still groggy so you hoped that’d be enough to keep her from questioning you further. Not giving her a chance to respond picking up your pace you bulked your way back upstairs. You hoped to be alone now to possibly evaluate what the hell could be happening to you, it was quiet and peaceful so you plopped into bed the springs louder than they had ever been as the vibrations of the noise died down you took a deep breath. And for the first time, your senses had failed you “So how did you hear that alarm?” you jumped when you heard Peter's voice from the corner of your room. He pressed against the door, came in, and locked it. Click* “I don’t know,” you said with a shrug and he started walking to your bed “Don’t lie to me” he looked at you knowingly but he couldn’t be further from the truth, really you were about to google what your symptoms are and hope for the best because the last thing you would do is take a trip down to medbay just to be escorted to Banner. “I’m not lying Pete, seriously” you leaned to open your laptop but he shut down before your screen could even illuminate “I have an idea of what could have happened” he leaned in closer. you tilted your head in confusion urging him to go on “You know what a good girl you are when you swallow for me? hmm” Your breath caught from his bluntness and praise and not to mention the diagnosis hinted. All you did was nod and he kept explaining “Well daddy’s cum is good for you and when you take your medicine you get nice and strong..” he trailed his calloused fingers from your shoulder down your arm grazing over your breasts and cupping your face. You looked up at him, doe eyes not being able to miss the bulge in his pants, his grey pants. Peter knew the effects his sperm had but he wasn’t certain if it would be this effective but something about giving you the ability, and the same ones at him makes him absolutely feral.

[claireunoia]

* ･ ﾟ𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀➷

𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗙𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 | 𝗽. 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

「 SYNOPSIS 」 / your cute nerdy bf takes care of you during the half-time of the football game you’re cheering at ♡︎.

「 PAIRINGS 」 / nerdy!peter x black!cheerleader!femreader

「 WORD COUNT 」 / 1965

「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, oral (fem recieving), FLUFF, lots of it, cutie glasses wearin pete, you and peter r soooo cute, brief talks of bullying/name calling, public smut (ion know how i should word that so yeah), praising, some dirty talking, the word “baby” being use alot, its sounds like filth but it’s actual really soft lmao, a bit of dom/sub dynamics goin on but not fully goin on there, bad writing, i think thats it?

➪ author’s notes : ❝hi sexc baes, its meee. i’m finally back with a peter fic after some ages. i just wanted to get something out before i start my kinktober so i really hope u enjoy this. as always i love uu <333❞

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the infamous highschool varsity football game was currently going on tonight. your face all dolled up with glitter and pom poms shaking excitedly in your hands with your cute team uniform in place around your body, your curly hair up in two cute, huge puffs balls as you cheered on for your team and the crowd among you.

the brightest smile was plastered on your face when you made eye contact with your boyfriend up in the bleachers who was looking down at you with adoration and awe while you did and led your teams cheer routines. peter smiled even brighter as he watched you go. it still amazed him how he could be with the most perfect girl in the entire school while he’s, what everyone says, a “nerdy loser”

yeah, he’s a huge nerd with oddly big square framed glasses but he’s your nerd and he was the most amazing guy ever, and you have no doubt in your mind about that. all though peter can protect himself you was kinda like he’s protector when it comes to walking down the halls of your school.

with being the “popular girl” it came with it’s stupid perks, the jocks on the football team being one.

always picking on your peter when they see him with you in the hallways or just by himself at his locker. you always made sure to have them never even look at him again when they decide to tease him for being quiet and reserved. he’s actually not even that when he’s with you, he was the most extroverted person ever with you and you adored that you were the only person who gets to see that part of him. also another one of those perks is the other girls at your school who try to flirt with him. “oh if y/n goes out with him, he must be something” but peter being the greatest boyfriend ever always shuts them down.

when it hit halftime, you and your team were able to be dismissed to go hang out, or grab a snack from the concession stand before it was time to head back onto the field.

and of course you used this time to see peter.

peter big eyes had found you amongst the huge crowd of teenagers that were surrounding the concession area, chuckling under his breath when he saw you squeal at the sight of him coming your way.

acting like you never saw him before, you immediately threw yourself at him when he came close enough. his tone arms wrapping around your body tightly as he hugged you, giving your cheek a peck when you parted. “you looked so, so incredible out there, babe” peter compliments you, the cute little smile he always does stretched across his lips when he speaks to you.

“thank you so much, baby!” you reached up to give peter a sweet quick kiss, giggling when you saw his blushing, red cheeks at your actions.

“oh! a-are you hungry? do you want a hot dog from the stand?” even with being with peter for this long, he’ll still always become a nervous wreck when it comes to you easily and quickly. you actually don’t think it’ll ever go away.

you shake your head in a “no” manner at his question.

“just wanna be with you until i have to go back, pete”

peter smiled softly at your words, swooning for you even more when he saw your hand come up to push the glasses that were perched on his nose back up to his eyes. behind he’s lenses, his brown orbs then left from looking at your face to your tight uniform. you really did look so good. you noticed him focused on your chest and you tilted your head in amusement before poking him playfully.

“anything on your mind there babe?”

you saw him nod with a quick lick of his lips.

“can i… actually take you somewhere really quick? it’s just a little reserved spot i like to go to right around the school building?” you were about to immediately say yes to him but as your mind drifted back to the game, you sighed.

“ah baby, i can't. i have to be here and make sure i’m back on the field on time” you pout with defeat which peter sighed at. a protest rising and coming out of his own pouty lips. “i promise it won’t be far at all, baby. it’s fine if you don’t want to“ you then turned around to look at the huge scoreboard, staring at the red colored time that sat on the board in bold font.

satisfied with it, you turned back at peter with a grin spread across your face, nodding your head in acceptance at him. at your answer, peter grasped your hand with his own before taking you to the direction of the location he likes to go to during school and after.

he was right, it was really close to the game even though it's back where the school building is at. it was in fact quiet and reserved just like peter had said. it was at the back of the school building where no one was at, you could see why peter would be back there. the atmosphere just screams his name.

“so babe, what’s back here you want me to see?” you question cluelessly, looking up and the taller boy. a faint smile dancing across your features while you felt him unconsciously tighten his hold on your locked hand.

“i just thought… you looked so perfect in that uniform of yours tonight, y/n…” peter trailed off, his brown eyes gazing into yours. a little gasp exiting you when you notice a huge speck of desire swirling in his irises as he talks down to you. “watching you i just realized, i really want to please you. can i?… can i please touch you?”

at his almost desperate pleading, you swore you moaned. “fuck peter, yes you can. but you really have to hurry baby, okay? we have 10 minutes left”

peter nod his head with a bite of his lips in reply to your reminder, slowly backing you up to the brick wall of the school building. not letting another moment pass before he dropped down on his knees before you. your hands grabbing at your skirt, lifting the cloth up and holding it up so it's easier on him while he moves your cute cotton panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him.

a little, low whimper left him when he made contact at the sight of your attention-seeking cunt in front of him.

with a little hum he drove into you. his tongue coming out of his mouth to kitten lick at your puffy clit. at first taking long drags of his tongue along your whole pussy; tasting your essence first before starting flicking his tongue at your wet clit with a fast pace. the sounds of your moans and the little sounds of peters tongue clicking against you filled the air beside the drowned out noises of the football game.

“p-peteeee” you whined out, your grip on your skirt tightening tremendously when peter lifted one of your legs up to place on his shoulder. getting a better angle of your pussy. the brown haired boy taking your clit in his mouth, his lips enclosing on the sensitive nerve tightly before sucking. making your legs momentarily twitch at the sudden huge smack of pleasure that hit you like a huge bus.

nothing but whimpers and little cries leaving your lips as he ate you out which you made sure to silence the best you could. you may be in a reserved spot but you were still in public and didn’t want to draw any type of attention.

“baby you’re eating my pussy so, so g-good” you assure with little gasps and moans leaving you from left and right, knowing just how much he loves getting praises from you. when he pulled away from you he made sure to bring his fingers up to rub at you, not wanting to stop pleasuring you, even when he parts away from you.

“yeah? is this good, honey? i just wanna make you feel so good, you deserve it” peter spoke up at you with his captivating and cum-worthy whiny tone he always uses when you both have sex together. god you swear you could cum just from his voice alone.

“yes baby, it's so good, you’re so good. just keep eating me just like that, pete okay?” he nods at you in obedience, peering up at you once more with his blown-out doe eyes behind the wide frames he had on which you noticed and stopped.

“here” you reach down and grab the lenses up and off of his face so it can be easier for him to work at you.

he chuckles, a heart warming “thank you” escaping him as you took them away. you both giggled with each other for a couple of moments as you placed the glasses securely on your shirt before peter immediately went back to pleasing you.

as he licked at your folds so deliciously, he was staring right up at you. so intently and passionate, you could just tell from his eyes he loved making you feel nice and that he puts his all into it. even though peter's vision was a bit blurred due to his glasses being removed he could still make out your beautiful, melanin skin glistening in the night’s light.

“pete, m’ gonna c-cum— shit” you whimpered loudly, a little too loudly. you could feel peter smile against you, his lips smacking at your clit. pushing you further and further until you fall right off of the cliff and into the beautiful waves of pleasure. peter then in the moment noticed how your legs started to shake and twitch which was very common thing that occurs during sex with your boyfriend peter, it tells him that you’re close. he also notice how you were struggling to hold up your skirt as he kept sucking and licking at your pulsating core.

all it took was one last suck at your bud before you met your doomed high, eyes going blurry as you endured the huge orgasm. peter gave you a soft, loving kiss at the skin of your inner thigh before placing your panties back to its original spot and rising up from his knees.

giggling when he was met with your blissed out face.

“hi”

“hi, there”

you both giggle and grin at each other, yours was a bit more tiredly looking though but still bright and happy as peters smile. “you okay, love?” he questions, lips placing a delicate peck on your forehead as he soothes you down from the orgasm.

you nod in reply, “m’ more than okay, baby. thank you”

“you’re welcome, honey. are you ready to go back and take over the show once more” you laugh at his words but quickly become silent as the realization that you were cheering for the game dawned on you.

“oh my gosh! wait, peter, is my hair messed up?! please don’t tell me my edges didn’t sweat out!”

at your sudden frantic figure, peter placed his hands on your shoulders to calm you down. a sincere look in eyes so you know to just believe him. “you look perfect as always y/n. and look you only have like 3 more minutes left, let’s put some food in you quickly and head back okay? sounds good?”

you sighed, your teeth chessing up at him with nothing but love.

“sounds good”

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My fathers daughter

prologue

Tony Stark x daughter! reader

Summary: By all definitions you were a daddy’s girl. It’s been you and him since your mom left you both. But what happens when your both forced to face your past?

a/n: y’all know i can’t resist a good crossover

If there had to be a face for daddys girl, you’d be the poster child. 

Ever since you came into Tony’s life, you and him have been attached by the hip.

You were with him through everything.

When he became Iron Man, when he joined the avengers, and even during civil war. Even though it hurt you to see your family be torn apart, you could never betray your father. Then again, you have to admit that you were happy that the avengers compromised and were able to get back together. Earning you a new family member in Bucky. You were happy. Happy with the life you have with your dad and avengers. 

Which is why your mother suddenly reappearing and demanding to be in your life kinda of peeved you off. 

Let’s start from the beginning. 

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It started off with a gala. 

Some bougie charity event that rich assholes attend to donate large sums of money, not out of kindness, but only to show just how rich they are. You hated these types of events.  You hated the fake smiles and false interest in your life. All they wanted was to get close to your dad. They even try to set you up with their snobby stuck up kids. You hated it. 

And here you were, trying to find a way to get out of this boring conversation with some snob from Beverly hills. You can see your dad laughing at you from across the room. 

“You know, you look a lot like Mrs. Wayne.” He suddenly says, looking at you.

“Who?” You ask, suddenly paying attention.

“Mrs. Wayne, you know, Bruce Wayne's wife.”

You know who Bruce Wayne was. Your dad absolutely detestes the man. He never really told you why. He just said to never trust a Wayne. You also know that he’s Batman and his army of children are/were Robin. It was pretty obvious and rather easy to figure out. Then again, you were able to hack into the Bat computers main systems. They really need to update their firewalls. 

“Um no I didn’t know that he had a wife to be honest.” You reply, not really interested.

“You can pass as her daughter you know? She is very beautiful. As are you.” He says in a flirty tone. 

You roll your eyes, seeing your father finishing up a conversation and make your move, but then you hear 

“Oh look, there's the Wayne family right there.” 

Causing the attention to turn to the main entrance. There you saw Bruce Wayne. Tall, handsome, and charismatic. He was smiling, waving at the host. Next to him, his oldest son Dick. Another very handsome man, Tall with blue eyes and raven hair. Sending charming smiles to the crowds of women. Then Tim Drake, too focused on his phone to pay attention to the crowds, and finally Damian Wayne. A small boy with a sharp scowl. To his left, you can barely make out the form of his wife and his daughter, Cassandra Cain. You can also see Stephanie Brown chatting excitedly to Mrs. Wayne, who you still couldn’t see.

“Jeez, they brought the whole cavalry.” You mutter, looking at the star struck boy you were talking to.

You roll your eyes. The way people worship this family is strange. They act as if they are royalty or gods. You look at your father, expecting him to be making a sarcastic face or something. But that’s not what you saw. No, you saw a look on his face that you haven’t seen on his face ever. That’s when you walked up to him.

“Daddy...are you okay?” You asked cautiously.  He turned to you, shocked.

“Y/n!” He practically shouts, “ I’m okay, are you okay? We can leave right now if you’re not okay?” 

You frown in confusion, “ Umm yeah, I’m fine...”

“Good, Good. We’re going to leave now, this gala kinda blows. DOn’t you think?”

You can see his eyes dart to the Waynes to you. He looks...panicked. It was weird to you. Usually he keeps his cool during events like these. 

“Um sure..I just need to go to the restroom first” You say, seeing him nod. You walk off, shaking off the concern you have for your father. As you push through the crowds, you can hear them whisper as you passed. Something about Mrs. Wayne. 

You shake your head, “Can’t they talk about anything else??” 

Then you finally find the bathroom. You walk in, expecting it to be empty, only to be faced with Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. They were chatting near the sinks as you walking into the stall. After doing your business, you walked out to the sink, going to wash your hands, but you saw Stephanie freeze, then nudge Cassandra. They both stared at you as you washed your hands and went to dry them. You give them a side eye, wondering why they were staring at you so hard. 

“Um hi?” You say carefully, the jump not expecting you to speak.

“Oh! Hello Im Stephanie and this is Cass” Stephanie says with a smile. “ You’re Y/n Stark right?”

“Uh yeah...Its nice to meet you dudes” You say quickly, already ready to walk out the restroom. 

“I’m sorry for staring, it’s just that...you look a lot like her mother” She says gesturing to Cassandra. 

You chuckle, “ Uh yeah so I’ve heard...hey I gotta go...”

“Oh right! Sorry heh” Stephanie laughs nervously, “It was great to meet you”

“Yeah” You agree half heartedly, “ You too”

And with that you go to find your father. You pass by the Wayne sons, only to see them take a double take when you pass them. 

“God that family is weird.” You mumble seeing your father talking to Bruce and his wife. He looked distressed and angry. You speed up, wanting to make sure your father doesn’t punch Bruce Wayne the way he looks like he's going to.

“Hey dad...um I’m ready to go.” You says with your back turned on the Waynes.

“Y/n..” Your dad says panic exploding on his face, “ Y/n sweetheart um...”

“Yn?” You hear a woman whisper.  You turn to see Bruce Wayne and...your mother. 

You remember the day she left. It was a sunny day. The kind of days that usually are in good memories and have happy endings. She was supposed to take you to the park so you can meet your dad there. You hardly saw her over the years, just every three months when she would come to the then Stark Tower to visit. But that say...that day was different. She had gotten a call, from who you don’t know, nut it seemed important. Because she left at that very moment and never came back. She never reached out, never called, texted or anything. Just radio silence. Your dad was heart broken.  He had hoped that one day she would move in with you and him, and you could be a family. He loved her with his whole heart, but she just didn’t love you both enough to stay. He was a mess after she left, and you picked up the pieces.

You were nine.

If it wasn’t for Pepper stepping in after witnessing one of his breakdowns, you don’t know what would’ve happened.

You stare at the woman who left you, who broke your fathers heart. Who broke your heart.

“Ms. Wayne.” you say curtly, taking pleasure in the way her face fell, “ Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to see you again. If you’ll excuse me and my father, it seems like he’s not feeling too well.”

You weren’t lying, Tony looked like he was about to puke. His face was pale and he was kinda sweaty. So you wrapped your arm around him and lead him to the entrance, starting to pull out your phone to call Happy.

“Y/n wait!” Your mother cried out, pulling her arm away from Bruce and placing a hand in your shoulder. You jerked your shoulder out of her grasp.

“ Y/n, I know you’re mad at me” she starts, cringing when she hears you scoff, “ But wait a second. Let me look at you...my petal you’re so big.”

You turn and glare at her, “ Don’t call me that.”

“Oh Y/n, please—“You cut her off again.

“Hey i’m just going along with what you want. This is what you wanted right? No contact with us?”

You can see a crowd start to form around you, and you see the scattered Wayne’s push through it. They look at each other in confusion trying to understand how you seem to know their mother.

“ Of course that’s not what I wanted, oh petal I meant to call I just...” She trailed off

“Couldn’t be bothered?” you say harshly, “ I couldn’t care less. Just leave us alone. That should be easy for you.”

You feel your dad tug on your hand, and you turn to him. Eyes softening when you see the expression on his face.

“ Happys here kiddo.” He says softly. You nod and start to walk away. And you hear your mother protest, but you cut her off with a venomous,

“It was nice seeing you again Mom.”

and then you were gone. This time, leaving your mother behind and her confused husband and children.

[wanderlustpeach]

Meant to be — bucky barnes.

PAIRING: bucky barnes x reader

SUMMARY: some people are meant to be, and some are not. theres never a inbetween.

WARNING: second guessing love, cheating/infidelity. 

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

[PART TWO] [MAIN MASTERLIST]

“He's the love of your life isn't he?"

"Yeah he is. He's just everything I'm looking for in a man." You sighed out glancing over at the man you called your boyfriend. The love of your life. Bucky barnes, the man that stole your heart. The man of the hour. The star of the show today.

It was his birthday.

"How old are you now old man?" You giggled, tapping on the shoulder of the birthday boy.

“one hundred six but whose counting. But you also know it's rude to ask someone age these days." He stated shaking his head glancing down at you, with his blue doe eyes with a smile gracing his pink plump lips.

“there he is! Bring him here!"

Glancing over at Bucky with a smile, " it seems you have been called upon my love. "

"No. Just plain and simple no. I don't do these things. I didn't even want to be here but u know how persistent tony is. could I really say no?"

"No buddy. I would just say get this over with the quicker the better for the both of us." Steve told him, with a grim look on his face. Sipping on his bourbon on ice.

"I never win do i."

"No now suck it up!" You laughed pushing bucky up to the stage with tony stood with his hands reached out, slowly grabbing it bucky climbed on stage. In front of staff and friend. He was the main star today. The main attraction.

"Today here, we have the almighty bucky barnes or former know as the winter soldier."

"I’ve retired front that name tony." Bucky cut in mid way through Tony's speech.

"Yeah, yeah what're ever anyways. We are here to celebrate his 106 birthday. He's kinda old if I say so." With the last remark tony pushed him off stage, " anyways back to me, I hope you all have an amazing party. Don't forget that I was the one who throw it."

"The one and only playboy millionaire tony starks."

As tony want on a rant about himself, you pulled bucky back to the small corner they once resided at was now filled with Natasha, Steve and Sam.

"Well isn't it the man of the hour." Sam taunted.

“Shut up bird brain.”

"Oh you want to go there. now do you." Sam antagonize ready to start problems. It was funny to him, to see Bucky all riled up. It was his own sweet medicine.

"Stop it Sam. not today." Steve told him jokingly, pushing his shoulder. Two people how act like they hate each other guts were attacked at the hip like no other.

"He started it." Bucky replied childishly, with his face scrunched up in a frown.

The hours flew by drink after drink, y/n was off her rocker. Quite out of it, as she clings onto for dear life. Scanning the room for her boyfriend.

"Where could he have gone." You breathlessly asked, looking around the room like a mad women. What man who let his significant other getting blackout drunk.

Overlooks the two couple in the corner making out, you slowly walked to your shared room. Never being the man and women a second glance. the man that looked oddly similarly to your boyfriend statuary and height. It couldn't be him or her. They would never do that to you. how could they, she’s your bestfriend.

Maybe it was your mind playing game with you, but the women looking oddly similar to Natasha. The women you called you your soul sister, the girl who break the fingers of you ex after he threatened to blackmail your nudes.

They couldn't do this to you. Could they?

As the night went on, bucky finally came to the room. Dazy and confused. Smelling of another's women perfume. A smell you couldn't wash from your brain. Vanilla, with a hint of musk.

"Hey baby." He smiled, staring down at you as you laid loosely across the bed you both shared.

"Where have you been?" You asked already knowing the answer, you had time to put it together. The smell, the bold red lipstick marks on his neck. Ones he didn't even try to cover before coming in the room. Like he was proud of his infidel. Like it was a long runny joke to him.

"I was with the boys. You know how they like to be." He reassure shrugging of his shirt, throwing it into the pile of clothes that was cascade across the floor in the corner of the room next to their three year anniversary photo.

Where did you go wrong? Was the sex, the clinginess, we're you to overbearing.

"come to sleep I missed you." you asked sadly overlooking, the pain u held in your throat as he bent down and kissed you with the lips, that touched another women. A women who wasn't you.

"Give me a moment. I have to take a shower, they boys really gave me a run for my money." He smiled shacking his head.

"Yeah the boys." you grimy said, looking above you at the ceiling, as a stray tear rolled down your cheek. Maybe just maybe this wasn't meant to be.

It's been weeks since the incident, you sweep it under the rug. With the false hope that thing would get better over time, maybe he would grow to love you like he used to. Maybe if his eyes didn't glow the way the used to at you, at Natasha. The women who acted like nothing happened between the two on the night of his birthday.

It was like they were playing you for the fool, the sneaky glances. The long touches and overly caring words for each other. It seemed like it was only them in the room.

Where did you go wrong, the million dollar questionnaire you replied in your head everyday.

"Hey bucky can we talk?" You asked as Steve was going over the strategy, with them. he had known had you been feeling, it seemed like he was the only one you could confided. The best friend of the man that was casually stomping out your heart, like it meant nothing to him.

"Can it wait for the second, we have t go over the plan." He irritating replied back, barely glancing up from the board.

"It's fine. I think it's best for your guys to talk." Steve pleaded , looking over at you with a smile grim smile. He knew what was coming, he could imagine all the drama and pain that was going to unfold in a the matter of a few minutes. To have yours and his world come crushing down at your feets. but who could blame you.

"Okay, let's talk then y/n."

"Some people aren't meant to be, maybe we aren't. maybe we aren't good for each other. " you cried out, moving out of his reach. He knew what was coming the moment you asked to speak, in a close off part of the tower. no cameras. no witnesses.

your were done, dried up. Tired, tired of grasping at something that was no longer yours.

"Doll we can work this out. I'll change. I promise." He cried out reaching for you. He couldn't loss you, it's was like losing a piece of himself.

"you can't fix what is already done. You cheated plain and simple. With the women you so called had a past with, the women who I called my best-friend." You screamed, shaking from the adrenaline rushing through you body, you had to leave you couldn't be here anymore. Not around him or her, who knows what could happen.

"it's for the better. Maybe we can work this out in a few years or months even. you need to fix yourself before we start being us again. "

"it's for the better." You whispered closing the door on the man you once called the love for your life. The man who claimed you were his world. the man who cheated, the one who stepped out the relationship.

maybe some people just aren't meant to be.

[bunnyweasley23]

For anyone who reads Wattpad and is looking for a Harry Potter Universe x MCU crossover with a black main character! I’ve written a few books that you might like!!!

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[deexchanel]

DXC'S Masterlist

Do not rewrite or copy my work. Do not repost them on any platform without my permission.  All of my stories are in this list just click "keep reading."

(*) 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮t

Chris Evans

BM ➞ "Trying to get her busy schedule organized along with being a single mom on top of the fame from the baby's father, it gets overwhelming."

BM2 ➞ "I mean, who going to believe a man when he says he wants you but he’s getting married."

BM3 ➞ "Reality always comes back and bites you in the ass."

BM4 ➞ "They meet for the planned lunch date. Chris still has a lot of things on his mind that he wants to speak about."

Steve Rogers

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ➞ Hermione is in an arranged marriage with Steve. He’s being an asshole but in the end, he realizes his mistake.

(*)𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 ➞ Steve calls Peggy the love of his life even though he’s married to you. Set during Endgame.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲. ➞ Steve misses your anniversary because he is always so busy.

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ➞ Instead of Hank and Bruce asking for Tony to help them with the quantum realm, they try to fix it themselves and ask for Hermione to be their tester.

↳ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 ➞ Aftermath of Hermione being a baby!

(*) 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞. ➞ Hank and Bruce messed with something they don't know fully about. They bring back Peggy from the past which leads to some problems.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 ➞ Y/N and Steve get into a big argument, she leaves for the night so they could have some space apart. When Y/N comes back, secrets are revealed.

Happy Birthday ➞ It's Steve's birthday and Y/N has something up her sleeve.

As she should ➞ Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark's parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.

Adopted ➞ Armoni (Are- Money) is the newly adopted daughter of Steve Rogers. She doesn't know what she is getting into but eventually she will know they love her dearly.

↳ How he got her back ➞ After the events of Armoni going back to her birth parents. Steve finally worked through his problems to get his daughter back.

Chris Evans ➞ wash my mouth out with soap ➞ All because of what Y/N said but did he already have plans to do it?

Bucky Barnes

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. ➞ Bucky doesn’t like sharing his girl.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 ➞ Y/N comes home from a meeting to find Bucky cheating.

↳ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ➞ Little Melanie has an allergic reaction when she is at school. Instead of the teacher calling y/n, she calls bucky.

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞? ➞ Y/N meets Bucky in the red room. Soon they separate. Years later, they reunite. (Towards the end is set during tfatws 1 episode)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 ➞ Empriss prepares for her first date with Bucky.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➞ Y/N is a well-known respected therapist in Washington D.C. H.Y.D.R.A threatened Y/N to give therapy to the Winter Soldier to know his strength and weakness. Or they would kill her and the baby.

↳ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ➞ 4 months after the mishap of S.H.I.E.L.D, Bucky and Y/N settled down in Bucharest. During the arrival of Luca, Bucky has to leave.

↳ Part 3 ➞ It's too rainy for Y/N to go to work, so her, Bucky, Steve and Luca spend the day morning together.

(*) 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 ➞ Y/N and Bucky always tease each other. One day at the tower by themselves, they find themselves not being able to keep their hands off each other.

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝟏. ➞ Devora is the babysitter of President Barnes's children. To the kids, she is the best babysitter in the world because she lets them have their freedom. On the other hand, President Barnes is uptight, angry all the time, and strict. Today she had to put him in check.

↳ Part 2 ➞ This goes into Devora's back story a bit. When she comes home from picking the kids up from private school, James there waiting for them. She finally gets into contact with her best friend Alexis who is married to King Steve Rogers of Brooklyn. James makes way downstairs for a midnight snack to find her in the kitchen...

You've barely even danced with me ➞ Y/N and Bucky's relationship is starting to blossom but first, you have to make it through the shy stage.

TFATWS ➞ Y/N rides along with Sam, Zemo, and Bucky to Madripoor.

Little girl in a box ➞ Bucky and Y/N come home from their date to find a sweetheart in a box.

Evaluation ➞ Bucky nightmares are too much.

Cravings + Contractions ➞ Going into Emmie’s third trimester, the cravings hit but the contractions hit harder.

Sebastian Stan ➞ It's not perfect ➞ Imani is tired of Sebastian's shit. He doesn't understand that if he doesn't act right, she won't be in the picture long.

Blind ➞ Bucky is blinded by love from his girlfriend who is secretly just using him for good looks and money. Elara loves Bucky as a friend until she hung out with him more and the feelings for him grew.

The Avengers

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 ➞ The team goes out for a normal date night but someone had different plans. Empriss has her true identity revealed.

Vacation ➞ The avengers finally have a break off from avenging the world. The first place they go for vacation? Maui Hawaii.

Overprotective ➞ Y/N is the adopted daughter of Howard and Maria Stark. She goes to school with all her siblings and today seems different than other days.

Stop following me ➞ The team wants to know what Y/N does in her past time which results in them following her to work.

Thor Odinson

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ➞ Y/N is best friends with Bucky even though it's problems between him and Thor.

Caught my eye ➞ Love at first sight, who doesn't love it.

Chris Hemsworth ➞ Tonight ➞ Chris spots Loni (Lon-E) in the club, completely fucked up. He spends the night protecting her and making sure she has the most fun.

Tonight's Ball ➞ Y/N finds her way to Asgard to win her boyfriend back but the night doesn't even so well.

Clark Kent

School ➞ Y/N had to set the record straight with Clark bullies.

New York ➞ After not being in contact for so long, someone decides to make a visit.

Tony Stark

Assistant ➞ It's Y/N day off and she needed to come to work for one thing but Tony had other plans.

Settled Down ➞ Tony's proposing and his daughter Y/N is in charge. Hopefully, everything goes right!

She flinches ➞ Getting disrespected by the workers and being hit by Tony's close 'friend'. Y/N doesn't get the respect she deserves until Stark shows up to make it known that she is in charge.

Loki Laufeyson

Wrong Idea ➞ Y/N does get back on Loki for him not always being around but it doesn't turn out right and he has to slice a couple of hands-off, not exaggerating.

Oscar Diaz

Mr.Spooky. ➞ Summer used to be Spooky's girlfriend until before he went to jail, he decides to cheat. Summer never wants to see them again until she decided to get drunk.

Geralt of Rivia

"Mine." ➞ Geralt lets Yennefer who Y/N belongs to after Yennefer tries to steal Y/N.

Nick Jonas

Once Again ➞ This is the second version of my Camp Rock 2 story. In that story, Nova meets Nate at Camp Rock, and they spend their entire time at camp together. It’s years later, and they meet again, but his name is not Nate; it’s Nick. Nick Jonas.

Series

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - Sebastian Stan ➞ Euphoria is the worker that takes orders from the cast and goes to pick their food up. She finds friends along the way. ↳

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞- Bucky Barnes ➞ A series about a girl who is Tony Stark's daughter and she falls for the man with a metal arm.

[vannybarber]

Twins!?

Summary: You just found out you're having twins....right before you give birth to them 🥴.

Christopher Jamal x Black Reader

Warnings: cursing, FLUFF, implied smut, Chris getting violated ✋🏽, him violating you back because he keeps that same energy 💅🏾.

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"So what you're saying is, there isn't one baby, there's two?" Chris asks the doctor, trying to process the information that was just given.

Very untimely, might you add.

"Uh, yes. According to what we've seen, the second baby was hidden behind the one you've seen on the ultrasound these past 9 months."

You could not believe it. As a matter of fact, you won't believe it. You look to your husband, who seemed to be just as out of it as you. You were having twins. 2 freaking babies.

"Oh hell no."

Everyone goes silent and turns their attention to you.

"See, we're not doing this. Nope."

"Well babe, we don't have a cho-"

"DON'T YOU THINK I SEE THAT CHRISTOPHER?" You yell, cutting him off. He presses his mouth in a small thin line and looks away. You would feel bad, but given the news, that was the least of your concerns.

"You know what? I need a drink. Someone get me some juice please. CAN I GET SOME JUICE, SOMEBODY?" Your mother hurriedly pours your apple juice, not wanting to hear your big mouth any longer.

You gulp down the liquid like it was a shot. You slam the cup on the little table connected to your bed and lean your head back into your infinite body of pillows which you annoyed the nurse for when you first got to the hospital.

"How in the world do you not see a full grown baby on the ultrasound?" You jerk your head up and look at the doctor like he was stupid.

"Mrs. Evans, this was an honest mistake. The nurse saw the ultrasound and so did I. This second baby hid themself pretty well."

"Well you know what? Since the baby wants to play hide and seek, they can stay in there. We'll have one baby and the other can stay for another 9 months. Since they want to be so funny." You were pissed and it showed, being you were spewing out ridiculous things.

"Chris this is all your fault." You look at him and roll your eyes in disgust.

"My fault? It takes two to tango, honey. I wasn't in that bed by myself."

"Well, I didn't make this baby alone. Excuse me- BABIES. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't have even gotten pregnant if it wasn't for your sperm. So now what?" You give him a look to try and top what you said.

"Hmmm. Last time I recall, you were the one begging me to give you a baby. Remember that sweetheart? 'Give me a baby, Chris! I want your baby inside me so bad!'"

He flails his hands around, mocking you.

"So I was generous enough to give you two." He crosses his arms, knowing you couldn't say anything else. "Where's my thank you?"

"I have absolutely no words." You look at your mom, who was watching the whole thing, embarrassed. "My daughter and son-in-law are freaks. Let me sit down." She sits on the couch in the corner and rubs her temples. Lisa just shakes her head, trying to contain her laughter.

"You know what Chris?" Your voice is shaky and tears legitimately start blurring the lower part of your vision, Chris' shirt and below in a salty, wavy sea.

"Baby, please don't cry. Oh gosh." He walks closer and rubs your forehead, grabbing your hand and rubbing it too.

"I don't wanna push out two babies." Now the tears were down your face, under your chin and in your mouth. You looked absolutely ridiculous. "Now we have to get double everything."

"I know baby, but it will be worth it in the end. I promise. I'll help set up everything. It'll be fine." You whip your head at him.

"Chris, it took us- well you- almost 2 weeks to put up the crib!" You wipe your tears and whine some more.

"Well, that's- that's true. But that isn't the point. We're in this thing together alright? I got you, sweetheart. Don't worry, I got you."

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A few hours later of blood and screeching, not from you, but from your manchild of a husband because you were gripping the hell out of his hand, your two chunky wittle babies were born.

As soon as they both were out, your mom couldn't help but voice her thoughts.

"Damn, those are some big ass babies. Y/N, what were you eating?" You didn't take offense because you and your mom play like that.

"Let's just say 10x worse than my normal diet. But that explains me literally feeling my vagina tear while I was pushing."

Chris shudders at your words.

Holding them, you felt tired and proud all at the same time. They looked just like Chris. They both had dark red brownish hair. His genes were strong.

"I want to name the girl and you can name the boy."

"Whatever you want, pumpkin." Chris wasn't even paying attention because all his focus was on his baby girl. Your mom had your son and she was just as obsessed.

"Her name will be Nala Ariel Evans." It was from your favorite Disney movies, The Lion King and The Little Mermaid.

"I love it!" Lisa was also a Disney fan.

"You have a name yet, Papa?" You turn admire the scene before you.

"And Christopher, I swear on everything, do NOT give my son some weird ass name like Trex or Bronson or Fletcher. Because we will have a problem."

"Well I was thinking Boston." His uneasy and nervous tone was clear. Everyone waiting for your reaction. You contemplated for a while.

"Fine. Only because it's your home." You smile when he pumps his fist slightly, making sure not to disturb Nala.

"I love you Christopher."

"I love you too, mama."

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Help- Chris give me a kid. You don't even have to pay child support.

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[rippanasworld]

Oc Goddess reader

A/N: pic reader, this will go along with my Steve Roger x goddess Oc reader fanfic series. I will be posting the rest o the characters that would be included into my marvel series.

Y/n is the goddess of lightening, fertility war, men, and children. She lived her life in the underworld with hades, medusa Persephone, and Hekate.

Age: 1,191 years old

Parents:

mother: Lamia

father: Zeus

god mother: Medusa

god father: Hades

love interest: Steve grant rogers

friends: The Avengers

Personality: feminine, headstrong, confident, seductive, wise, smart, and cunning.

Values: cunning, dedicated, headstrong, empathetic, and independent.

Fear: getting taken advantage of(due to her mother’s past) and being alone.

Strengths: loyal, focused, clever, funny, and observant.

Dislikes: people talking over her, co-dependency, spiders(her mother would send her spider just to let her know she’s watching over her. Lamias on of associations are spiders), people being optimistic in serious situations.

Powers: empathic, can control one’s emotions, ability to control lightning(inherited gift from her father Zeus) trance magick, and ability to save a woman from a miscarriage.

[bucky-bucket-barnes]

The Two of Us - Masterlist

Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.

Pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

Warnings: descriptions of violence, mind control, angst, arguing, fluff, smut, and WandaVision spoilers.

Word Count: 39.7k

This series is planned to be updated 1-2 times a week. If you'd like to join the taglist for The Two of Us, please click here.

Part 1 (50s)

Part 2 (60s)

Part 3 (70s)

Part 4 (80s/90s)

Part 5 (90s/2000s)

Part 6 (late 2000s)

Part 7 (2020s)

Epilogue

Completed: November 13, 2021

[realhotdweebshit]

thunderstorms | nsfw

pairing: Thor x Black Reader

summary: Thunderstorms make Thor...moody. Meg thee Stallion style. While Thor is indeed the god of thunder, thunder (in return) wields a sort of power of him. Particularly his temperament--his emotions are intensified. Be it joy, sadness, anger, or lust (your favorite), his sensitivity to that emotion is multiplied by nearby storms. All the electricity in the air...and it's the summer. Shit.

warnings: teasing, femdom, v light bondage, cheesy writing overall

rating: mature (18+) not graphic but v horny

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You absentmindedly swipe through the apps on your home screen, trying to kill time as you wait for the elevator. Your background distracts you for a moment; a photo of Thor Odinson, previously King of Asgard and Ruler of the Nine Realms and currently your boyfriend, asleep on your couch. He's so cute, you think to yourself. A sudden ding yanks your head up. The doors open, revealing an empty car. You and someone in a worn college hoodie enter. You recognize them as your neighbor, living one level below. You exchange nonverbal hellos before resuming your separate reveries.

You unlock your screen once more, reflexively. No notifications in the last 90 seconds? Baffling. Bored, you decide to check the weather.

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy--Jesus, what a bummer week, you think to yourself until your eyes land on Friday night. 100% chance of thunderstorms.

"Oh fuck yeah!" you say out loud. You panic as you remember your neighbor standing beside you. Thank God, headphones. Like clockwork the elevator doors open. They shoot you a tired smile before exiting.

The moment the doors close, you break into a pelvic thrust heavy celebratory dance.

...

Thunderstorms make Thor...moody. Meg thee Stallion style. While Thor is indeed the god of thunder, thunder (in return) wields a sort of power of him. Particularly his temperament--his emotions are intensified. Be it joy, sadness, anger, or lust (your favorite), his sensitivity to that emotion is multiplied by nearby storms. All the electricity in the air...and it's the summer. Shit.

If I play my cards right, this one night could lead to a three day dick down. You smirk to yourself as wicked ideas fly through your head. Oh, he's going to hate you this week.

It'll be worth it.

Teasing is one of your favorite pastimes. Thor "hates" it. You add quotes because while he gets visibly vexed once he catches on to what you're doing, he also gets tangibly turned on and encourages you to go further.

The word encourages is being polite. Begs is the exact term. An image of Thor panting flashes before your eyes.

You’re sitting poised at the end of the bed, dragging your fingers in lazy circles on the inside of his thigh. Your eyes zoom in on your favorite silk head scarf, tied in a neat bow around Thor’s wrists at the top of your metal bed frame. Of course he could free himself at any moment, but that was your favorite scarf. If he ripped it, you certainly wouldn’t be in the mood to continue, and he certainly wouldn’t survive being left hanging. Not in this position, I mean he’s completely naked.

Your eyes darted to his heaving chest. His breath was uneven. A thin sheen of sweat blanketed his muscular frame. You glanced at his face and saw more beads forming at his forehead.

“You dare treat a god this way?” He rasped.

“You don’t like how I’m touching you?” You replied with thinly veiled faux concern, withdrawing your fingers. He nearly snarled with frustration.

“You’ve had me bound to your bed for two hours and barely touched me. This is torture,” he spat out. You immediately wrapped your hand around his throbbing third leg, massaging it. The relieved moans that burst through him shocked the both of you, but you kept up your rhythm. His body collapsed into your touch; his head lolled to the side.

“I don’t want to torture you, baby. I just want to make you feel good,” you assured him. He moaned louder, and his hips began to roll with your movements. Out of the window you noticed clouds begin to loom and you grinned.

Tssst.

A tiny tearing sound wiped the smile from your face and halted your hand. Thor’s head shot up and his eyes met yours. You saw genuine fear in his eyes and knew in that moment that you truly were the baddest bitch in the nine realms.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry it was only a tear it was only a tear I won’t do it again,” he said in one breath. He was nearly hyperventilating. You tore your hand off of him and he wailed.

“First you accuse me of torture then you rip my favorite scarf? What am I supposed to wear next time I don't feel like doing my hair? Clearly you're not appreciating my efforts tonight-”

“Please, please don’t stop,” he cut you off. “I beg you please, let me apologize, let me show you how much I appreciate you, please.”

The high that washed over you was almost overwhelming. Your skin was practically buzzing. You were suddenly drunk with power, and power made you greedy.

“I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. For a second, I thought I heard the god of thunder begging. What did you just say?”

He gritted his teeth for a moment, then exhaled.

“I beg you, y/n,” he whispered, eyes pleading. “Release me, and I will make it up to you right away. A thousand times over.”

Your eyes widen with excitement as you stand up to untie him. “A thousand times over? You forget I’m a mere mortal.”

The moment the fabric falls to the floor his arms snake around your waist. Thor tucks you underneath him as he spreads your legs.

“Prepare for divine intervention, my love.”

You snap out of the fond memory almost as quickly as you fell into it. You squirm in discomfort, feeling the effects of your daydreaming soak into your underwear. Thank God you made it back to your apartment before becoming a horny mess.

Thor’s apology touched you so deeply you had to call out of work the next day. And that was without a storm.

With an evil smile, you begin to plan your attack.

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Groupchat: WAP

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus size reader

Warning(s): language, sex talk Pictures found on Google/Pinterest

Bucky is typing

Bucky: [Y/N], doll. I can't wait 😩

[Y/N]: ....Wait for what babe? Are we expecting something?

[Y/N]: OOP- ARE MY AMAZON PACKAGES ARRIVING TODAY?😁

Bucky: No. You know what I'm waiting on...👀

Bucky: Sam says you'll get it too

Sam: Bucky...What are you talking about?

[Y/N]: ...

[Y/N]: Sam. What did you tell my boyfriend now?

Sam: Don't ask me, Mr. Oldpants here is talking in riddles.

Bucky: Oh come on Samuel! You were bragging about Tina's just yesterday!

Sam: .....Call me Samuel one more time and I'll happily brag my shield into your skull.

Steve:

Steve: The shield that I gracefully passed onto you to continue my legacy...?

Sam: ....No

[Y/N]: Sam watch your mouth before Steve will come out of retirement just to humble your ass

Sam: Anyhoo. Bucky continue

Bucky: Okay let me refresh your memories. We were having lunch and-

Vision: Hello!

Wanda: Hi!

[Y/N]: Hello my favourite couple

Bucky: That didn't hurt 🥲

Sam: Were getting off topic here😤

Bucky: OH yes! So, we were having lunch when you randomly-

Thor: HELLO MY BELOVED AVENGERS. HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING? I REALLY HOPE THAT EVERYONE IS DOING FINE

Loki: Brother please speak in lowercaps, my phone's ears are bleeding

Sam: Ayeee Thor! My man, how are you?

Thor: ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵖˡᵉⁿᵈᶦᵈ. ᴬᵐ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳᵘᵃʳᵈᶦᵃⁿˢ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵖᵖᶦˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ʰᵉˡˡᵒˢ [Y/N]: Oh lord, ANYHOO Bucky, babe, continue

Bucky: Right! So Sam, you randomly started laughing to which I asked-

Bruce: Hey!

Natasha: Good day, Avengers

Sam: IS YOU KIDDING ME

Bruce: ...What did I do wrong?

[Y/N]: Nothing, Bucky is just telling a story-

Thor: I love stories!

Loki: I don't have any important occupation so I'll stay and listen.

Bucky: Jesus Christ, stay and listen or go to sleep for all I care JUST STOP INTERRUPTING ME

Sam:

Sam: Okay, anyone who wants to enter the chat do it now please. We don't want the Winter Solider to let loose now, don't we?

Okoye: Of course we don't, and Hello everyone 👋🏿

Clint: Hi

Mbaku: YIBAMBE

Scott: Hello!

Bucky: Everyone there?

Rhodey: Now they are

Bucky: Good

Bucky: SO- Sam you started to laugh and I questioned you what was so funny. You grinned and said that you were just reminiscing

Bucky: So I asked what you were reminiscing about and you said and I quote

Bucky: "Tina's W.A.P"

Sam: Oh no...

Thor:

Thor: This...is getting very interesting...

Loki: Period, Brother.

Bucky: And I then asked you, Sam, what a W.A.P was and you said quote

Bucky: "A certified tool that woman posses, only activated at the right time" and then continued to brag about it being the best thing ever created etc etc.

Sam: Bucky, please don't continue-

Vision: No no....Let the man continue please

Bruce: What the Android said, let James continue...We all want to hear what's next, don't we?

Scott: Yes we do. So bad

Bucky: Ehm...okay? So back to you [Y/N], love of my life

[Y/N]: Oh boy do I feel a storm coming...

Bucky: No! I was just wanting to ask you when you'd get your W.A.P ?😃

Bucky: Sam seemed to be so happy when talking about it, so I was wondering if you'd already made the purchase and if yes, when we could expect it?! 😌

Okoye: ....Did this Caucasian man just....

Wanda: ....Just ask you...

Natasha: If you'll purchase a WAP....?

Thor:

Rhodey: ...The disrespect.

Rhodey: [Y/N] I love you like my daughter so I'll leave and let you come to me once you're done killing your little boyfriend

Bucky: ...What?!

[Y/N]: Thanks Rhodes, go ahead and dig up the grave already, I'll deliver the corpse in no time.

Bucky: Baby? 😱 What are you talking about?!

Rhodey left the chat

Sam: Bucky, you shouldn't have done your girlfriend so dirty, in front of us

Wanda: [Y/N]?

[Y/N]: I'm here, just had to take some deep breaths

Scott: Oh boy, that doesn't sound good. Rest in peace Bucky

Thor: We'll always remember you

Clint: We'll tell the police we didn't see anything though

Sam: Wow, [Y/N] please let his corpse be recognizable when you unalive him

Loki: I'll steal your hair products, Seasonal Soldier

Bucky:... What are you guys talking about, what did I-

[Y/N]: JAMES MOTHERFUCKING BUCHANAN BARNES

Thor: There it is...

[Y/N]: HOW DARE YOU ASK ME IF I'M GONNA PURCHASE A WAP?!

[Y/N]: IS MY WAP NOT GOOD ENOUGH?

Bucky: Wait...You already have one?!

Steve: This is getting better and better

[Y/N]: SHUT UP STEVE

Steve: imsorry

[Y/N]: Bucky how DARE you ask me this question?! Is my WAP not good enough? You want a pocket coochie now?!

Bucky: Babe what?! No!

[Y/N]: Then why do you want another vagina?! Is mine not good enough?

Bucky: OF COURSE IT IS , ARE YOU CRAZY? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK THIS QUESTION?! IT'S THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD

[Y/N]: Because you expected me to order you a new vagina!!

Bucky: .....

Bucky: I-I did...?

Sam: Bucky...

Clint: Buddy...

Vision: Pal...

Bruce: Bucko...

Scott: Senior citizen...

Thor: Attractive man...

Loki: Human...

Sam: A W.A.P is an abbreviation. You obviously haven't listened to Cardi B's song featuring Megan Thee Stallion

Bucky: ...No I haven't...Why?

Okoye: A WAP stands for...I'm sorry I cannot do this 😭

[Y/N]: Wet Ass Pussy.

Bucky: ....

[Y/N]: Sam used the new and popular abbreviation to describe his sex life to you. And you only had one job, Bucky. Ask what WAP meant so that you could avoid the situation you're currently in

Bucky: I AM SO SORRY [Y/N] PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😭😭

Bucky: Your WAP is AMAZING. It has me daydreaming all day and weak-kneed!

Vision: Goodness gracious, I did not need to know that

Bruce: No one did.

Bucky: I WILL MAKE THIS UP TO YOU I PROMISE

Loki: Should he fail, come my way [Y/N] 👀

Thor: Shut your mouth brother, you wouldn't be able to handle [Y/N]'s WAP. But I on the other hand...👀

Bucky: EX-CUH-USE ME I AM TRYING TO EARN MY GIRLFRIEND'S FORGIVENESS, NOT PUTTING HER VAGINA UP FOR AUCTION

Sam: And here I thought that I had caused some serious drama🙄

Bucky: You didn't do anything wrong Sam

[Y/N]: This is awkward...

Wanda: Don't be embarrassed [Y/N]. I'm proud of my WAP

Vision: Wanda has an amazing WAP, and I also feel no shame confessing this

Sam: ...But how do you-

Vision: WANDA HAS AN AMAZING WAP AND I DON'T FEEL NO SHAME CONFESSING THIS

Sam: ...🥴 You know what, I'll mind my business.

Wanda: Thank you Sam 🙃

Mbaku: Okoye's WAP has me questioning life sometimes 😈

Okoye: I know 😉

Sam: And Tina's has me craving for more

Scott: Hope's has me close to tears often

Bruce: Natasha's almost makes me turn into a beast 👀

Bucky: And [Y/N]'s won't ever have to do the work again. Because her WAP is worth everything

[Y/N]: You're forgiven 🥰

Steve: Peggy's W-

Sam: Steve no!

Wanda: No disrespect but you and Peggy are old. Very old

Bucky: We don't want to know anything about your sex life

Steve: But-

Thor: STEVEN AMERICA ROGERS OBEY TO YOUR EX TEAMMATES

Clint: Come on, let this old man say his peace

Natasha: Fine.

Steve: Peggy's WAP feels amazing, like warm oatmeal on a-

[Y/N] blocked Steve from the chat

[Y/N]: I just saved everyone's lives, appetite and sight. Say thank you

Everyone: Thank you [Y/N].

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