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fallingfavourites · a month ago
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Right so i wrote this about Bucky a while ago and im not sure if i should continue it, please help me guys
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there he was standing right in front of me. I hadn't seen him in what felt like 70 years and it has been. I could never forget those bright blue eyes in a million years, though these blue eyes weren't bright, they looked dull and empty. As if someone had sucked the soul out of them. I could hear a voice screaming at me only I couldn't make out what they were saying and right on cue I felt a sting in my stomach. it didn't particularly hurt. it felt more like a burning sensation.
That feeling is practically imprinted in my brain. I knew immediately what had happened. my hands unconsciously reached for my stomach. I felt my clothes dampening around the wound. when I looked down at my hands I saw the crimson red liquid slowly starting to stain my hands. a soft exhale escaped past my lips. I again heard the voice screaming out to me. only when he stopped by my side I could make out who it was.
Steve kept looking back and forth between me and the man that had fired the gun. horror and worry clearly showing on his face. when the man had run away Steve paid his full attention to me. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't make out what he was saying. he put pressure on the wound in the lower part of my abdomen when I noticed the familiar female with shoulder-length red hair.
As I looked up I vaguely saw someone flying above me with metal-looking wings. the longer I kept looking up at the sky the more tired I was getting. I could faintly make out Steve telling me to stay with us. I heard nats frantic voice saying that help was on the way. I hadn't noticed sam flying back up and searching if there was any sign of him, the man who had shot me. S.H.I.E.L.D. cars were driving right to us, which I internally debated if that was good or bad.
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fallingfavourites · 2 months ago
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new account? yes 
reason? none
am i gonna regret it? probably 
hotel? trivago
Y/n: “I have a plan.”
Tony: “Thank goodness.”
Y/n: “It involves fire.”
Steve: “Absolutly not.”
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fallingfavourites · 2 months ago
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I really love beginning a story and then just not being able to finish it because of i get distracted to much
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fallingfavourites · 2 months ago
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Masterlist-fallingfavourites
Also seen as my poor attempt at making one, im still learning how to do this correctly
★= Angst
♥︎= Fluff
✿= Authors fav
Steve Rogers→
★A New Hope- Warnings: bit of spoilers for TFATWS, death, bad writing,:fem!reader
Peter Parker→
♥︎Gun Fight- Peter Parker x fem!reader
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fallingfavourites · 2 months ago
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You are seriously amazing and none should write anything rude about someone elses writing that they have worked so hard on. And thank you so much for the shout out/recommendation it really means a lot!
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28th March
Good afternoon, I hope you enjoyed the week. Here I am for another Sunday with some Marvel recommendations, and while I’m at it, I’d like to comment on something. 
The other day I received the first anonymous ‘criticising’ the fan fiction I write, I guess it won’t be the last and I guess it will have happened to all of you more than once. I think that all of us who are on this social network, sharing our writings, are here for different reasons, many of them related to “fleeing” or “escaping” from our daily lives. For me, being here writing about my favourite movie/comic universe is an escape from my stressful life, it helps me to disconnect, to reduce my stress and anxiety. I know it might be a stupid thing to write, silly, but it works as a personal therapy for me. I believe that for many who are here writing, or reading, it also helps them, that’s why I think that hate, rude comments or any kind of action against, what it will generate is that these people who are in TUMBLR to escape from their life, don’t feel safe here. I just ask that if you don’t like what people write, fine, but respect it. There are plenty of insecurities in real life, don’t create them here too. Finally, I want to send all my support to all those who are here.
Love to all of you. 
P.S.: I’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, I’m not an English expert.
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Avengers
A New Hope by @fallingfavourites
Bucky + Steve + Sam /  bit of spoilers for TFATWS
Bucky Barnes
it’s ok if you forget me ✧ bucky barnes by @starrybrock
it’s ok if you forget about bucky—it’s what he deserves.
Carol Danvers
Sunset by @kram6496​
Drabble
Parties and Jealousy by @sarahp-stan​
[+18] Something with Carol. I need a Carol x reader where reader is making Carol jealous at one of Tony’s parties so she could go home and finish what she started.
Clint Barton
December by @toomanyrobins
Clint Barton, college football star, has a new interest: Y/N Y/L/N. But with her father gone all of the time, a younger brother, and going to college, Y/N has no time for dating. Will Clint get the yes, or will life get in the way?
Johnny Storm
Satan’s Angel by @operation-619​
[+18] She was hidden from the world as the age of 16 when something within her awoke. Something demonic. But she has her brother to hold onto when things start to get worse, because he’s there for her. Right?
Maria Hill
Lost by @marvels-writings​
She’s lost without you, and when she finally finds you, a goodbye looms in the distance.
Natasha Romanoff
My girl by @junajackson
You and Natasha have been dating for a while, maybe it’s time for the team to find out 
Pietro Maximoff
The Hearts of the Hopeless by @sunny-reys
You are utterly in love with Pietro Maximoff, but he’s an Avenger, and way out of your league. Pietro is utterly in love with Y/N L/N, but she’s an effortlessly cool S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and completely beyond him. However, they may reveal certain truths after one jealousy-filled night at a local bar.
Tony Stark
I miss you by  @johnnyshellby​
Inspired By: Gorgeous by Mansionz
Sam Wilson
The art of self care by @dameronology
After a long week at work, sam wilson waits for you at home 
New suit by @pointbreak-odinson​
Black!Reader - This fic does not have any TFAWS spoilers and (as usual) does not give a fuck about Endgame, meaning our favorite dysfunctional couple Tony and Steve are alive. Steve simply passed on the mantle.
Steve Rogers
Somewhere in 1949  by @interstellarflowers​
tw: sad, depression, grief, allusion to PTSD
Valkyrie
Valkyrie ~ Queen’s Stress Relief by @captains-simp​
[+18] Established fwb (kinda) relationship, dom!Valkyrie, spanking, degrading, oral, strap on
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fallingfavourites · 3 months ago
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A New Hope
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Warnings: bit of spoilers for TFATWS, death, bad writing,
:fem!reader
Mentions: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Sam Wilson x platonic!reader, a bit Bucky Barnesx platonic!reader, Rhodey
Everyone knew it was going to happen. Only none was expecting it. It all happend so sudden. None was ready for it to happen. It hit every persin hard whether you knew him or not. He was always a sign if hope, a sign of peace for every single human American or not.
The three people it hit the hardest were his closest friends:
Sam Wilson, they hadn't known each other for long but understood each others pain and past. Met on a simple run, Steve repeating the words 'on your left' till Sam grew close to being crazy.
Bucky Barnes, Steve's bestfriend still friends after more than seventy years not seeing or speaking to each other. Him and Steve grew up toghter, always around one another, when Steve went back to the past it was hard on Bucky but he understood why. Steve just had to finanly leave the fight, leave the war behind.
Y/n L/n, the one who always was there for steve from since he woke up from the ice till the end of it all. At first Y/n and Steve contacted through their past and trauma but quickly started to enjoy each others company. They were both very protective over each other. In the endgame Y/n had lost many that she cared about and Steve leaving and staying in 1945 hit her hard. Y/n had already lost so many and yes Steve wasn't gone yet but that didn't mean it hurt less.
Y/n was pretty much the only one still visiting Steve in his old age, Sam was busy reconnecting with his family and starting to work with the air force and Bucky was trying to get over his past, going to therapy and trying to live a normal civilian life. The day Steve pasted away Y/n was just, as she always did, getting Steve new sketch books. When she got the call she just didn't know what to do. Standing still was the only thing she could do. Y/n was debating on going to his memorial. She did go however feeling the need to respect Steve and his legacy.
When Y/n arrived she almost imiditly saw James Rhodes, Rhodey gave her a small head nod with a tight smile Y/n did the same in response. Not really knowing if it was alright to make conversation after the whole civil war days. Y/n took place at one of the front seats, behind the stage was a flag with Steve's face on it. It hurt her to say the least seeing him again like that. Not long after Sam walked up on the stage with the shield. When they made eye contact she gave him a small smile and Sam gave a quick nod in exchance. Sam gave a speech about that we needed new hero's, new hope, a new saviour.
Sam was giving up the shield to the government. Y/n quietly shook her head at him, knowing that the shield was meant for Sam and that it wasn't what Steve would've wanted. After Sam gave his speech and the shield everyone was talking about what a good man Steve Rogers was even though many didn't know the hurting man under the mask and the shield. Captain America and Steve Rogers were different people, anyone that knew both would agree.
In the big hall Y/n was searching for Bucky but he was no where to be found. Which was very understandable. Y/n and Bucky kept little to no contact, every now and then they asked how the other was doing or Bucky had asked about how Steve was doing. Y/n and Sam's eyes met across the room. Sam was talking to Rhodey and another man. Y/n slowly made her way over to them when she had arrived the man and Rhodey had already walked off to somewhere else. A soft "Hey" escaped past Sam's lips. Y/n just smiled in return not having the energy to say a word.
"How you doing?" Sam simply asked but deep down already knowing the awnser. Y/n just looked at him as if he was stupid, "Can we just not do that," Sam gave her a quick nod, "why did you give up the shield Sam?" Y/n asked but it came out a bit more aggressive than she wanted to. Sam let out a soft sigh knowing she would ask him that, "Because i feel like ot belongs to someone else." He said simply. Y/n didn't waist anytime with answering, "but it doesn't Sam." Sam shook his head, "but it does Y/n. It belongs to Steve." "Yeah and he gave it to you." Y/n simply stated. Sam just shaked his head not wanting to go further into this conversation. "I probably should go back to my sister." He said getting ready to leave as he turned around he could hear Y/n say a faint "right."
Y/n was mad if not pissed. Not even a week after Steve's death they choose a new Captain America. As if he was an old tooth brush you'd just throw out and take a new one. Y/n was close to calling Sam to argue with him that if he hadn't give away the shield that this wouldn't have had happend. She decided against it however and just keep to herself.
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fallingfavourites · 6 months ago
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𝙶𝚞𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
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I don't own this gif, credit goes to who ever made it
Peter Parker x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff{dont know why that would be a warning but okie}, maybe a bit out of character Peter and Tony I'm still learning how to write characters well
Word Count: 1.125
There Y/n was in hiding. In the hope of not getting hit. Rolling over the ground to get closer to him. Still not able to understand how things escalated so quickly. Shots between the two of them were fired, both missing each other. When Y/n had noticed she only had three bullets left a light panic started to wash over her.
Y/n heard him move which was her time to get a hit on him. Quickly jumping up, she aimed her gun at him. Then when she pulled the trigger she quickly ducked down again. Hearing him let out a small yelp made a soft smirk creep on her face.
Two left and Y/n had to make them count. She was about to take another shot but the boy in front of her had the same idea. There the two were face to face. Neither of you moving. "Drop the gun, web-head," Y/n told him trying not to let a smile on her face.
Peter gave her an offended look. How dare she call him webhead. "I thought not, shorty," he said without letting a smile get on his face. You both were about to pull the trigger when-
"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?!" The voice of the one and only Tony Stark echoed through the living room of the Avengers tower. The room used to be perfectly organized. Now the couch and chairs were moved around, pillows and blankets laid out to make tiny forts.
Both Peter and Y/n immediately dropped the Nerf guns the two of them had been messing around with. The two teenagers both stood there silently not knowing what to say. Y/n silently mentioned to Peter to talk To Mr.Stark. Only for him to subtly shake his head and silently telling her to do it.
"Well come on, I'm waiting for an explanation and I don't have all day," Tony told the two teens in front of him while he crosses his arms over his chest. Y/n let out an almost inaudible sigh, she took a small step towards the "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist". She placed a small strand of her hair behind her ear as she was thinking of a quick explanation. 
"Well, Mr.Stark Peter and I were..." she slightly looked behind her at Peter in the hope he would get the hint and come up with an excuse. A look of panic started to slowly show on his face. "We were reenacting this one scene from this really old movie, I don't know if you've seen it-" before he could continue with his story Tony held his hand up signing to Peter to stop talking.
Tony let out a very annoyed sigh, teenagers, he took off his sunglasses and pointed with them around the room. "I want this cleaned up or I'll sell both of your suits" Tony placed his sunglasses back on, turned around, and walked away. Behind his back, he heard a faint yes, sir from both of the kids. He couldn't help but let a soft smile grow on his face and shake his head lightly.
When Tony had disappeared out of both of their views they both let out a soft sigh. Y/n decided to break the silence, "We were reenacting this scene from a really old movie-" she started mocked Peter only to be softly pushed from the side by him. "at least I came up with an excuse." Peter shot back at her, "And you really believe he bought that?" Y/n challenged back, looking slightly up crossing her arms over her chest.
Peter took a step closer to Y/n slightly towering over her. they stood so close to each other that their noses almost touched. Y/n quickly cleared her throat and took a step back "Well we better start cleaner before Mr.Stark comes back and sells our suits" she let out a soft laugh still not being very sure if Tony was joking about selling their suits. Peter gave Y/n a quick nod.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be saving New York in my underwear" Peter grinned at his own joke until he realized the look on Y/n's face. It was a face of slight disgust, now realizing he made it awkward feeling like Y/n didn't take it as a joke. "it- it was a joke, I wouldn't actually go running around New York in only my underwear" he continued to ramble.
Y/n smiled at Peter trying to make the situation better. "relax peter, I knew it was a joke. It was just funny watching you rambling about it" she informed him with a slight laugh to her voice. Peter grabbed a pillow from the floor and threw it at her. "Hey!" Y/n exclaimed when the pillow hit her face. She grabbed a different pillow off the floor and threw it at him. Peter however caught the pillow thanks to his Peter tingle.
Y/n rolled her eyes and turned back to cleaning up the living room. When Peter and Y/n were finally done, they both plopped onto the couch with a sigh. "So, what do you want to do now our gunfight is ruined," Y/n asked Peter, not realizing how close together they were sitting. Peter didn't answered back, being slightly flustered about how close Y/n was sitting. 
When Y/n looked up to Peter and saw his slightly blushed face. She couldn't help but let ut a soft giggle. "Peter? why is your face so red?" she asked in a soft face which made Peter blush even more. Peter struggling to get words out of his mouth just pointed between the two young heroes. When Y/n noticed that Peter was blushing at how close they were she scooted back a bit. 
"Oh sorry, I thought you didn't mind," she said while placing some her behind her ear. a soft blush now on her face as well. "I didn't" Peter practically whispered, hoping that Y/n wouldn't hear it but she did and her face shoot up at Peters. Silence fell upon the two. neither of them saying anything and both too scared to make a move.
After a minute or so Y/n finally decided to make a move. she leaned forward closer to Peter. "Do you want to kiss me?" she said softly against his lips. Peter didn't even answer her question he just leaned forward and softly started to kiss Y/n, their lips moving in sync. "I like you," Peter said in between the kiss.
Y/n had placed her hands behind Peter's neck. she pulled away for a second, "Really?" she said jokingly and raised one of her eyebrows. Peter just let out a small laugh before pulling Y/n back towards him. both of them smiling into to long-lasting kiss.
[A/N]
I still don't really know how I feel about this story but whatever. I hope you enjoyed it :) tell me if you have any requests, I'm happy to write any of them.
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