#natasha romanov x woc! reader
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if i die young
Part 2: lay me down on a bed of roses
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x black!female!reader, Yelena Belova x OFC
Warnings: canon typical violence; brief racial profiling
Rating: Mature
Wrd Cnt: 1.8k+
Chapter(s): Part 1 , Part 3 , part 4
Summary: despite yourself, you've taken the black widow's words to heart and are determined to prove her wrong. Even if that means throwing yourself directly in the line of fire.
Notes: ive decided natasha has a version of the super soldier serum in this just because i can. the song is Mad Woman by Taylor Swift. Thank you for all the rbs and likes on part 1. The first pic is a glimpse at the back of the reader's suit. Same rules as always. 18+ only blah blah
And there's nothing like a mad woman. What a shame she went mad.
"Do you know how to sew?" Your voice came out a bit harsher than you may have intended but you meant serious business, to say the least. Natasha Romanoff had gotten under your skin. You were not some pushover who would sit on the sidelines just because someone you barely knew told you to.
Fuck that. You were going to prove her wrong if it was the last thing you do. Besides, the people need you. Even if they might not know they do yet. You'll show them! You'll show them all.
Okay, maybe you need to slow down. You're starting to sound all super-villain stroking a white cat in a high back office chair.
"Do I look like I know how to sew?" Kamilah said with a tone that made you rethink your entire strategy.
You had laid out steps of course. Steps to be taken seriously by your peers. Peers who didn't even know they were your peers yet.
Step 1: Make a suit
Addendum: The tighter the better obviously.
"What gay person doesn't know how to sew?" You asked as you entered the nearest Michaels Craft Store in search of the superhero craft section. Which clearly they had. How else were people's cosplays so realistic?
"Definitely most of them." Kamilah deadpanned.
"Fine. Whatever. You have an hour to graduate from YouTube University with your bachelor's. I'm at the store looking for supplies." With that, you hung up. You were joking about the superhero craft section, but that didn't mean you knew what you were looking for instead.
You knew you wanted the thing to be durable, but it wasn't like you had access to kevlar.
You did a quick Google search. Hm, maybe you do have access to kevlar. You pause, why is that so easy to get?
In the meantime, you'll settle for swiping spandex and nylon, a slim utility belt, and a few LEDs off of the shelves. As well as a cheap sewing machine.
Standing in the checkout line was only cumbersome because you only had so much arm space. Your bounty, of course, was not the least bit heavy.
Just as you're setting your stack of materials onto the counter, that pesky buzzing started in the back of your head. The only way you could think to describe the feeling was if someone tried to taze you with their vibrating phone. It made sense to you, it did not make sense to Kamilah.
Sure enough, the guy at the register next to you is seconds away from pulling out a revolver. He's wearing a green bandana over his nose and mouth, the rest of him covered in black, much like your former suit. Could this dude be anymore predictable.
You silently handed your phone to the frightened cashier in front of you. "Do you mind texting the contact labeled 'Bestie yellow heart emoji' that I'm going to be running a little late...then call the police I guess."
"Hey, you! Stop talking!" He's shaking nervously, you think he'll shoot wildly if given the chance, however.
There's 4 people in line behind you, 3 other cashiers and various others throughout the store. Odds are the revolver chamber isn't full. The gun looks old as hell and bullets can be expensive.
So, you're going to have to play Russian Roulette.
Natasha would be proud.
"Robbing a craft store? You must be desperate, man."
Everyone in the building looked at you like you're crazy.
The robber gestured for the cashier to continue stuffing loose bills into his duffle. Then he turned to you, "You got a death wish?"
You shrugged, leaning nonchalantly on the counter, "Why? You think you're man enough to grant it? The shaking in your hands could've fooled me. But if you're my fairy godmother, then so be it."
Oh, you've definitely got a death wish.
"What did you just call me? A fairy?!" He shot a warning directly into the ceiling above your head. One less bullet to worry about.
You raised an eyebrow at the Russian accent that had seeped into his words. It wasn't there a second ago. But that was the least of your problems.
"Something like that. Now, why don't you be a good common criminal and leave all of these perfectly innocent people alone."
"No."
His gun raised at you again. Aimed right between your eyes.
There's a sudden flutter of movement then the gun goes off.
You winced in pain.
"Fuck, you've got a very hard face, my guy." You shake out your fist, feigning discomfort. It occured to you at the very last second that you were going to have to do this without the flashy enhancements. No webs. No sparks of electricity.
But, hey, super strength was harder to detect.
The second bullet lodged itself into the counter. You're 78% sure he only has one left. Or he would if the gun wasn't in your own hand now.
The Russian guy rolled around in agony on the floor. Blood gushing from the crater you had pounded into his face. You didn't measure your swing very well on that one.
His crying and curling into the fetal position revealed a symbol branded into the skin of his lower back:
♧
You didn't have any time to think much about it before the police were barging into the building like you hadn't already done their job for them.
"Drop the weapon!"
You looked at the revolver in your hand with an eye-roll. You sort of walked into that one.
You dropped it, then slowly dropped to your knees with your hands behind your head.
"Could you tell 'Bestie yellow heart emoji' that I'll just see her tomorrow?"
~•~
"What are you doing here? Here to bail me out?" You're excited at the prospect of seeing her again. But, she didn't need to know that.
Natasha rolled her eyes at you, "Maybe. If you answer my questions right."
You scoffed at her through the steel bars, "What do you want now? I'm staying out of your way."
"I want to know why you caved a man's face in."
"Sometimes I forget to pull my punches." You mumbled with a pout. Coincidentally, that's when you realized this was her first time seeing your face. You stole your features into a harsh glare in an attempt to look intimidating.
Natasha tsked, "Can't do stuff like that."
"Oops. He'll be fine. Skulls grow back. I could've killed him, but I didn't. In fact, no one but him was hurt."
"They could have been."
"Yeah, if I wasn't there."
"You've really got a death wish."
You were so tired of hearing that, "So what if I do! Why do you care? You don't know me. You don't know how I got these powers or why. Why it was me and not the other people in that room. You don't know what it's like to be helpless in a world that was built on your oppression, and one day you get the ability to fight back. You don't know what it's like to decide not to..."
Natasha had the good sense not to say anything as you trailed off.
You slowly sat down on the cold concrete of your cell, "These officers around here...none of them know I'm choosing not to pry these bars apart and just walk out of here. None of them know I could just shut down all of their overpriced gear with a snap of my fingers. None of them know that they should be thankful that I don't want revenge."
You wiped your sweaty hands on your jeans. You were starting to overheat. Natasha didn't know that there were consequences to using your powers. Kamilah didn't even know that.
Sometimes you overheated like a college student's 6-year-old laptop during finals week.
"I don't want revenge, Nat. My life's been pretty good. I don't thrive off vengeance. My parents aren't dead or missing. I'm not struggling to pay rent for a shoebox apartment. I love my day job. I have nothing to avenge. I just want to help. And I don't get why you won't let me do that."
Before Natasha can speak, a police officer is walking over to your cell, his keys jingling as they dangle between his stumpy fingers. He has the wherewithal to look mildly sheepish, "Sorry about that, the witnesses and security footage corroborated your story."
You slinked out of the cell without so much as a glance to the officer or Natasha. The latter of whom followed you with determination.
You just let her. She clearly got to do whatever she wanted. You were drained and just wanted to strip down to your birthday suit and soak in an ice bath.
"I'm not done interrogating you."
"Some interrogation that was, Romanoff. You heard the doofus. I'm off the hook."
Natasha adjusted her gait to keep in step with you, "What happened to 'Nat'?"
You stopped strutting, "What?"
"You called me 'Nat' back there. Why back to 'Romanoff'?"
You stared at her deeply, you calculated the numbers of dips and ridges and bumps on her face, then you hummed, remembering yourself, "We're not friends. Must've just slipped."
"Ah. Yeah. I guess we're not."
You both started walking again.
"Did you see anything out of the ordinary during the robbery?"
You gave a hollow chuckle, then you suddenly ripped your hoodie over your head. Thankful, you were only wearing a sports bra underneath.
"You mean apart from the Russian guy robbing the place?"
Natasha resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "What do you mean Russian?"
"One of your kinfolk. Sorry, I shouldn't assume all of you know each other."
That time she didn't resist the urge, "Ha. Ha. Now, take this seriously."
"Yes, Mommy." You said with a similar eye roll and a mocking tone. You frowned as Natasha started to choke next to you, "You alright? Didn't know super spies choked on air."
"I'm-hkk-okay. Keep going."
"Yeah, well, he was Russian but clearly didn't want anyone to know it. He was doing his best middle America impression before I made him mad. Also, he had a club branded on his lower back. He's a part of a Club Club." You giggled at your dumb as rocks joke.
Natasha abruptly stopped walking.
"Come on. Club Club wasn't that bad."
Natasha scratched at the back of her head, "No. It's not that. Even though it was that bad. I-um-just remembered I had somewhere else to be."
You tried not to sound dejected in any way, shape, or form, "Alright. When can I expect an impromptu visit from you again? I assume you're not going to stop stalking me."
Natasha smirked a devilish smirk that would have put the fear of God into you if you weren't a giant whore, "Well, it wouldn't be an impromptu visit if you expected it, would it?"
You shook your head.
Natasha started in the direction in which you came, "Please try not to get hurt."
You smiled brightly, "I'll do my best."
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I feel like writing enough fluff fics to the point it makes me sick. Any ideas? And what characters? Tbh they don’t even have to Marvel
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Part Three: Such Fine Music Waits in the Shadows of Hell
Steve Rogers X Reader WoC, Bucky X Reader WoC
Warnings: M for Mature (language, SMUT)
A/N: This is a three part series inspired by the Hades and Persephone mood board I created that inspired me to write about Steve as a living Hades and a ballet reader as Persephone. You can read Part One here and Part Two here.
“Aren’t you afraid of my darkness my dear?” Hades asked with mischief dancing in his eyes. “No,” Persephone replied, “You haven’t even seen mine yet.”
-Unknown
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I’m losing her.
There’s nothing else to say but that the woman that was my daughter no longer belongs to me.
Her cheeks blush secretly with the secret she doesn’t tell and her laughter carries a new tune that is foreign to my ears and and her eyes lie to me before her voice does.
Someone else has laid claim.
I can see it in the way she moves, her strut now of confidence her soft words full of surety. There’s a ghost that’s been whispering secrets in her ear and sputter out against me and she withdraws from me in shame.
And she leans into it willingly
“Who is he?” Reyna looks over at you, her daughter during the third rehearsal of Manon. You look up from the deep stretch you were engaged in, sweat dripping from your face as you quirk up an eyebrow and ask,
“What?”
“The man? The one who’s widened those naturally stiff hips of yours, who leaves bite marks across your neck.”
She’s disgusted that you think she wouldn’t find out, that you were still twelve and thought you could outwit her. At first you had been careful and despite her suspicions you had been consistent with your lies.
But now you were getting sloppy, his love bites were prevalent everywhere - your thighs, your neck, your cleavage and with the long rehearsal hours you had gotten lazy covering his work.
You smile, resume your position and snicker,
“Oh mother really with the dramatics. Do you think you could’ve kept me a pure innocent forever? It doesn’t matter who it is - you’d never guess anyways. What matters is that I’m still focused; I’m still showing up and providing my best and it doesn’t matter who takes me to bed when I’m done.”
Reyna gasps, she knows the whole room has stuttered in the motions from your crisp, clear words. You had never talked back to her. You were her good girl - her angel - and you would have never found the words to rise against her.
Yet here you were. You stand up, arms stretched wide as you move from her, pass your classmates.
“I’m going to finish stretching outside. Where I’m not going to be judged.”
Reyna doesn’t have the words as she watches you saunter off.
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Everyone’s caught wind of the tiff. Naive and sweet angelic Benedetti mouthing off to her bitchy mother Reyna, the former queen?
It spreads like wildfire.
Reyna wouldn’t be embarrassed no, would gladly ingest the whispers if there weren’t new words also tangled in gossip.
“Y/N got off her high horse and isn’t as pure as we thought anymore.”
“Apparently this guy fucks the shit out of her. Have you seen the marks he leaves all over her? God, let me find a guy like that….I loved being marked up.”
“At least she’s didn’t turn into her mother and is still quiet little Benni.”
“She got tired of being the ballets little princess and has given into sin.”
No one knows who the mystery man is.
Reyna suspects her roommates do, they all smile and giggle with you in warm up, shut down any injury inquiries that float their way and Reyna worries it’s with the director. Wouldn’t be the first time a Benedetti slept with one to get ahead, she knows, but she doesn’t want your story to end like hers.
So she presses.
Visits you unexpectedly, walks you to and from your apartment. She’s smothering you, she knows and it’s finally a cold evening that you turn on her and yell,
“Enough! I’m thirty - I’m my own woman and I can love who I please.”
“It's not about who you choose to love. You can choose whoever gives you joy. It's the fact that you won’t share who it is with me and you tell me everything.”
You sigh as you stop in your tracks and look at her. Your beauty was at its prime, the confidence that only sex and love can give you paired with the years of work you’ve invested in your body. Honestly, Reyna knew that it would only be time before someone captured your eye, stole your heart and with it your dreams.
Except she didn’t expect this, this natural rebellion, this change in attitude.
“For as simple as my life is he’s isn’t. And you had made it clear from the minute I hit puberty that love couldn’t be an option in my life. So why would I tell you?”
There is bitterness and pain in your words and Reyna reaches for you. You shrug out of her embrace, wipe at your eyes.
“Its fine,” it obviously isn’t as you move past her, walking faster, “Just respect the boundaries I’ve created in my personal life. You’ve controlled everything else about me this far, respect this.”
You storm away, annoyed and Reyna watches your shadow disappear into the night.
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She is kindness.
She is hope.
She is rivaled light and good, her energy radiates out of her pores. She dances a tango of life and death and doesn’t trip up in its complicated discourse, she takes his savagery and turns it into love.
Flowers weep at her departure and blossom upon her return and she has turned hell into a sanctuary of comfort, her arms a shield from thorns and bone.
She is his and he is hers and together they laugh alone.
Steve watches you as you stretch out to your toes from the comfort of the floor, the muscles in your body contracting as you reach out with ease. There is something beautiful about the way your body was layered in equal parts muscle and fat, strength and softness that captured your soul.
You were upset, you’d never voice it but the minute you stepped into his apartment, cordially greeting Sam before you walked into his bedroom he knew there was something distracting your thoughts. You had barely touched your dinner. Odd as you were ravenous lately after rehearsals and despite the topic he tried to start you wouldn’t keep the normal steady beat of a conversation.
“So I was talking to Sam,” his voice startles even him as you look over to him from your stretch, your head easily resting on your thighs and he takes a moment to admire the flexibility and strength in your body, “He’s thinking of moving out.”
Your hands stop reaching, irises looking deeply into his before you lean up, stretch out to the ceilings. Your body cracks and he winces, still uncomfortable with the natural sounds your body creates from being a dancer as you cross your legs and look at him.
“Are you going to move out to?”
He shakes his head,
“No. I like it here. I like this neighborhood - I like this privacy. I like that my neighbors treat me like any other guy who would live in a building and call me Steve. I like being able to do normal things with you here.”
You smile at him, it's the first he’s seen you crack all evening and he exhales heavily as he looks down at his hands. Their stained from ink, the nails dirtied with blood and grim from the mission he and Sam just got back from. He thought this would be easier, would come up naturally after dinner when you both were putting the dishes away or cuddled on the couch watching a new TV show you and Sam had selected.
He’s not sure of your mood, unsure if he’s the cause of your silence and it makes him insecure - hesitant for the first time in what feels like months. Knows that if Sam could witness his mild panic attack he’d tell him to hold off, to wait until you both were in better places.
He’s impatient - knows the anxiety of not asking would cripple him more than your answer so he pushes through the fog.
“Well that's good.”
Your voice is soft and velvety in that way that soothes him and he looks up at you, his eyes scrunching together.
“I suppose…..well, my point is. I was wondering if you would like to, and this is no pressure I know we’ve barely been dating, if you would like to move in with me?”
The smile on your face doesn’t break as you look over at him, whimsical before you stand up and walk toward him. He’s been sitting at the edge of the bed and you easily slid between his legs, sitting on his right thigh as you wrap your arms around his neck. You press your forehead to his own as he draws you closer to him, your breath mingling with his as you lift your hand to his cheek.
“This is a big step Steve. Not just for you or for me individually. This is a big step for us. For our relationship.”
His eyes peer into your own as he tightens his hold around you,
“I know that. I also know that there was only one other woman who has made me feel the way you make me feel when I even think about you. And I was foolish and choose the happiness of others over my own. I don’t want to repeat that again. I choose myself and I choose you.
I love you.”
It's the first time he’s voiced the words out loud. Before they felt too delicate, too fragile to expel out into the world. He’s selfish, he wants you all the time, you’ve given him the gift of what it feels like to be human again. He pictures a future with you, wants you to be the only one he makes sacrifices to and for, wants to protect you from the cruelties of the world.
Your eyes fill with wetness, thick tears that swell at the base of your eyes and spill out over your cheeks. Even when you cried you were beautiful and he leans in to press his lips to your cheeks, his mouth catching a tear before it can finish its descent down your face.
“I love you too.”
“I know.” he grins.
You smile, press your lips against his own in a kiss before you whisper,
“Yes. My answer is yes.”
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You move in the second week into your show, a month after he has asked. You insist to him that you can wait, that there was no rush and your roommates understood but he pushes back and says he can do it easily. That he can recruit others to help out.
You only agree after insisting you must pack all of your things first.
It's an easy request.
Meanwhile the world has gone quiet - its as if having the world's population snapped in half, then snapped back into place - has provided a peacefulness in humans. Sure there were incidents that would arise but they weren’t like before. The world may not have a need for the Avengers anymore. It causes Steve to become restless, idle.
He goes to all of your shows because he has the extra time, sometimes watching in the shadows to draw your form and other times he’s in the front row, loving the passionate look of love that he only sees when you dance. His name is becoming an afterthought on people's mind, a ghost of who he was despite the missions he takes and its one Sunday morning, the both of you making breakfast together at the stove that you clear your throat, whisper,
“So I was talking to a friend and….they have an opening down at the New York School of Art. I told them about some of your work and they said that you would have an excellent chance of getting in. You know, if you wanted. And less people aren’t recognizing you on the street so you could be in peace.”
Despite the fact that your arm is wrapped around his waist, the other sauteeing onions he feels you withdrawing and he pulls you to him, kisses your head.
“Are you suggesting I go to art school?”
You bite your lip anxiously and shrug.
“I don’t know even half of what it means to be responsible for saving the world, to have the power of strength and agility running through your veins. I don’t know what it must feel like to have so much of what has come to define a part of your identity to suddenly be stolen because humans have learned the art of resting.
I do understand restlessness, of feeling caged and not being able to break through to what gives you joy and I know you don’t sleep through the night like you used to, that you spend all of your time drawing and that you're living in silence. I think you should try something that will give you joy. Just for a bit.
The world will always be around for saving.”
“I’m not sure that’s true.” He cuts you off and you exhale, placing your chin on his arm.
“That's okay. You aren’t looking at it like I am, outward in.”
“You’re telling me to sacrifice others for my own happiness?” he doesn’t mean to be defensive and you hesitate before you answer,
“I’m saying that you can choose you sometimes and not be the bad guy. That you can make your own happiness and not rely on it from others.”
He’s silent after that and you don’t approach it even further. Made it clear where you stood on the matter.
He doesn’t apply immediately. Instead, he tries to take on as many missions that come up. He was hurt by your words, he doesn’t deny that. It makes him withdraw from you and it's on a cold night that you whisper into the darkness, ‘I just don’t think fighting brings you happiness. That’s all I meant Steve. I just want you to be happy.’ Your words are hurt and broken - he knows that you’re probably crying and it causes him to draws you to him, kiss you in apology. Perhaps it didn’t. He starts to focus on the emotional connection he has when he’s fighting for freedom, the way it makes him feel after and he comes to the sound conclusion you’ve known all along.
It doesn’t feel good anymore. Not even self serving. Just another routine. Another exhausting, draining routine.
He tells you he applies one late autumn night, fresh off of a mission and not even undressed from his uniform and showered. Crawls into the large shared bed you’ve both invested in, arms drawing you back into his chest as you wrap yourself around him.
“I can’t rely on you completely for my happiness.” he whispers into your hair, holding you tightly. Tears fall from his face because he realizes that the selfishness he holds in his heart for you is because he doesn’t know how to be happy without you, that he willingly broke the heart of his best friend to try to guarantee some form of joy for himself. He doesn’t want to dilute his happiness with you, wants to know how to bring warmth to his own heart - to not live in darkness so he can give you the same joy you give him.
“I know. You’ll figure it out,” you turn to him, press your lips sleepily upon his closed eyes. “You’re not alone and I love you. Just, for once, do something for you.”
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Break me of your bonds.
I can no longer dance in the ballet of your love. No longer want to be a slave to your beauty, my soul a prisoner to your heart.
Let me be free of you, to seek forgiveness in the act, to bathe in serendipity. May my dark heart find light in someone else, to dance a tango with a devil, to find comfort in her hell.
Let me be free,
Please.
Just let me be.
The first time is an accident. Its after he leaves Sam and Steve’s for dinner with you, an awkward two hours in which he is accosted by your presence. He tries to numb his brain of you - tries to erase the kind way you rest your hand on his metal arm or try to understand the way his calculative brain thinks through things when he’s forced with a gun in his hands or the sound of your laughter when he tells a joke.
It's not love that bonds you to him, he knows, all of your love is reserved for Steve. There is an understanding, an empathetic knowledge of what it means to be the puppet for someone else for years and to be given freedom and to fall into yourself because freedom is as foreign as living.
He cries silently on the walk back because he’s gotten to that place in his thoughts where in a world where Steve stopped existing there was no you and him. Of course that meant that in a world where there is no Steve, though, there probably wouldn’t be a him. Not the version of himself that he was today at most, he’d still be fighting his memories as the Winter Soldier.
The world operated in a cruel, manipulative balance.
So when he happens upon her, crying alone on the balcony where she thinks no one knows she sneaks off too late in the night, he just wants someone to hold. For someone who understands what it means to be robbed of happiness and to feel that there is only emptiness in the future.
He doesn’t mean to kiss her.
But he’s so touch starved, and her lipstick is as bold as her wavy red hair, she burns in the darkness that he has to have a taste. He expects her to punch him in the gut, to try to rip off his prosthetic arm, to ward him off of her but instead she leans into him just as eagerly, arms wrapping around his body.
That's how it begins.
Natasha isn’t the kind of woman who wants to be romanced, still acts cold with him on missions or when the group is forced on social outings. Except, she eagerly waits for him in the safety of his room, hands gripping for the soft fabric of his shirt, legs wrapping themselves around his waist, mouth sloppily on his own. She’s majestic in the safety of the night, laughs and whispers with him, makes promises that breathe hope into his heart as she rides him passionately. Doesn’t cower away in fear with him.
In return he tries his best to keep her happy, cleans her guns for her before missions and picks up the little russian cookies she likes to treat herself to on occasion. She laughs more, now with him instead of at him, appreciates his input when its given, challenges Steve on why he’s been so distant with his longtime friend. She quietly paints herself onto him, brushes her hands against his own in public, teases his foot under the table during briefings.
For a while he thinks he’s forgotten all about you, that you’ve become a cloudy memory in the list of cloudy memories and that he was no longer your slave - that he was free of you.
For a minute he believes he’s free.
“We should do something for each other.”
It's her voice in the darkness, arms wrapped around his own after a session of lovemaking. Her face rests on his chest and he chuckles, kisses her forehead.
“We do do things for each other. Like have sex.”
She laughs, it's not seductive and dark but light and playful as she squeezes herself to him.
“Not like that. Like go out and do something that doesn’t involve a bed and physical activity,” he laughs again as she lifts her head, her eyes twinkling in the dark. “I want to treat you to a night out. You’ve been really….great these past few months. Let's go on a date. Jump one step ahead of making it official.”
He nods, presses his lips against her own. He could do that. For her, he could try.
He doesn’t suspect it to be the last place his heart can survive.
Until he’s looking up at the building, waterfalls dancing in its twinkling lights, Natasha’s arms wrapped in his own. Convinced him into a tuxedo, herself a tight black dress as she steers him to where Steve stands, waiting for them. He’s also in a tuxedo, hands stuffed in his pockets, his face forming the beard Bucky was acquainted with when he first saw his friend in Wakanda.
“Thanks for getting us tickets Steve. There sold out - your girlfriend is making a name for herself and its damn near impossible to snag one.”
Steve is relaxed, Bucky hasn’t seen his friend in what feels like years and the blue eyes that watch him now are different from months back. They’re full of light, full of the Steve that he remembered, that he missed.
“She was happy to hold them for you. She was happy to hear that Bucky was dating someone and feeling a bit hurt he hadn’t come to see her dance.”
“You’ve met her before?” Natasha asks surprised, looking over at Bucky and Steve shrugs it off,
“She made dinner for him and Sam a few months back. She’s excited to meet you Natasha.”
Bucky’s never watched you dance, made a point to never cross that line for his heart. Knows that it's a dangerous path that it would take him down, that his heart would always belong to you and no other.
He’s right in his hypothesis.
You’re a siren, melodic and entrancing the moment you step onto the stage. There’s a powerful gentleness to the way you carry your body, a silent grace in the way you narrate the love story. There’s joy, joy that can only come from doing something you love and why Steve latched on to you, why he stole you from Bucky’s heart strings and kept you for his own.
You breathed love into life.
By the time the curtain falls there’s hot tears that pour from his eyes and it’s Natasha who wipes them away, lovingly teases the sensitive part he’s shown in public. There’s a haziness in her eyes, they glitter with her own tears but when one escape she turns away, looks at Steve and brushes it away like it was nothing.
“She’s invited you both to dinner if you want.” Steve says lowly, above the chatter of the theater patrons and Bucky wants to say no but Natasha is faster as she breathes out ‘yes, of course’.
The restaurant isn’t far from the theater, the same one Bucky had followed you and Steve too months earlier, the upscale dining decor brighter peering out than when he was looking in. You join them forty five minutes later, pea coat billowed open as you rush to their table - to Steve. He stands immediately when he senses your presence, smiling as you shuffle toward him in your heels.
“I’m so sorry! The interview went far longer than I expected and then my mother needed a word. I think she may be onto to you.”
You lean up and kiss him, pausing when you pull away to whisper the soft words Bucky’s heart can’t bear.
I love you.
Steve repeats the words, endearingly before he’s helping you out of your jacket, exposing the off shoulder burgundy dress you’ve opted into and you barely slide into your seat before your eyes drink in Bucky - Natasha.
“Oh my, my manners! Bucky, I’m so happy to see you again! And I’m happy you finally came to my show.”
You lean into him, hugging him and he feels attacked as his senses are overwhelmed by jasmine, your warmth. You pull away and drink him in, before your eyes are flickering over to Natasha,
“You must be Natasha. Steve has spoken so much of you, it’s an honor to finally meet.”
Natasha spends a half minute drinking you in, breaking you down before she extends out her hands, smiles seductively back to you. Bucky can sense you withdrawing into yourself, eyes flickering over to Steve who easily places his hand around your waist, gives your hips a squeeze. How odd, he finds, that a woman like Natasha intimidated you when you carried the weight of everything Natasha had ever yearned. Natasha isn’t malicious though, she’s sincere as she compliments your dancing, your technique and strength. You’re humble, nearly falling into your seat as Steve wraps his arms around you, caresses your arm when you get flustered. Bucky liked that fame wasn’t changing you, that you were still shy and quiet and unaware of the beauty and gifts that you carried with you.
You are mindful when you turn the tables and ask more about Natasha, her past, a conversation that in the past the redhead would have shut down immediately but with you it flows languidly, like the wine the waiter keeps pouring into their glasses. You’re a mindful listener as you learn about the red room, about Natasha’s history with ballet - how she still had an affinity and passion for it and halfway through her words you rest your hand over her own, squeeze it gently. You don’t say anymore, both Steve and Bucky are worried that perhaps even for you you’ve crossed a line but Natasha leans into it with gratefulness, squeezes your own hand back until dinner arrives.
You were enticing, even for someone like Natasha.
The conversation eventually turns to how Steve was faring in art school, Bucky didn’t even know his friend had applied and Steve makes a point to flip the attention back to you and how proud he was to see you get featured in the Times and be asked full time to be a prima for the company. He talks about how he no longer felt the heaviness from being Captain America full time, that he liked his classes and the challenges they provided, allowed to see the world like he used to. There’s a new air of happiness about him, emits from him and its startling for Bucky because he’s never known his blonde friend to be happy or content. Always bitter and finding something to be bitter about - that was the Steve Rogers.
When Bucky broaches if Steve would consider quitting the Avengers, its you that quickly steps in, shaking your head though you tenderly place a hand over Steve’s.
“I’m happy that Steve has finally made space for him to be happy - that he has carved out what gives him joy. But I don’t think it would also be realistic to think he could completely quit something that has defined so much of him and his personality. While I won’t lie and say I’d like that alternative, it wouldn’t be fair to him, or me or the world.”
You withdraw from the stares from the three of them and lean into your wine glass, shaking your head,
“It's not my decision to make it...sorry Steve. I shouldn’t speak on your behalf.”
Bucky knows Steve doesn’t mind it - that he agrees with you from the way he smiles at you, lifts your hand and kisses it while mumbling it’s ok. Steve no longer served himself in melancholy, he served and respected you and Bucky wonders if you were aware the magnitude to have someone like Steve loyal and ready for your beck and call. Perhaps not knowing made it better.
When Natasha and Bucky leave the couple two hours later it’s Natasha who states,
“I’m giving my blessing for Steve to marry her.”
Bucky flashes her eyes to him as she looks up at him thoughtfully. He didn’t even know Steve was debating it and when he’s fucking Natasha later on that night it’s your face he imagines in the dark.
One more desire to soothe his aching heart.
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Apparently Steve isn’t though - not fully. It was just something that Natasha was starting to put into Steve’s ear because she liked you that much. Liked the perspective you gave Steve, liked that you weren’t like the people in their life, had a quiet power to you.
She starts inviting you to things - to the Tower with Steve for dinner, out bowling with the team, birthdays. The both of you are withdrawn at first, you and Steve. You’re cordial enough but you don’t make a move to connect with any of the other Avengers, your eyes withdrawing into itself whenever anyone speaks too enthusiastically about the worlds they have seen. You always fall back to Steve, but when he’s distracted in another conversation you find Bucky, admitting after the third engagement your flusteredness.
“Your world is so different than my own,” you say bashfully at a birthday event, a cup of sparkling water in your hand. “Steve keeps these things from me, knows I don’t need to know it all to love him. Meeting a man from space, a real life martian….its a bit tantalizing and I’m not sure if its in a good or a bad way.”
You’re speaking about Thor and it makes Bucky laugh, makes him ease into his own seat.
“I know what you mean.”
He takes these opportunities as not curses but as gifts to learn more about you. He learns that you’ve been asked to dance prima for the next few ballets, that you would do a small tour with your company in the coming winter months and that you and Steve were remodeling your apartment. He provides silent guidance to the gifts you should buy Steve for the holidays and is surprised on Christmas morning of the album you’ve crafted as his present - pictures from a time that his mind has long forgotten, of his sisters and his mom and dad. Steve and him.
“I was making one for Steve and...I don’t know. It's hard to imagine a world where you existed when my grandparents did but you do and I couldn’t imagine feeling that piece of identity lost.”
He cherishes it more than the sniper rifle that Natasha gifts him.
He learns that you’ve told your mother about Steve, about the family dinner Steve suggested you both host for her. That Steve hates her as much as Reyna probably hated him but that they both tried for her.
“I think my mother fears that Steve is going to leave me and Steve fears that Reyna will never let me live my life.” You sigh one cold New Years Eve party, nervously picking at your finger, a nervous tick. You’ve both stepped outside and the short, gold glittery dress that hugs your body glimmers in the moonlight. “They both have very strong opinions of the other though Steve is better at keeping his feelings to himself.”
You drunkenly admit to him on St. Patrick's Day how much you love Steve’s beard, that you’re happy he’s re-grown it out. Steve’s temporarily left to check on Sam at the pub they had decided to celebrate the holiday and trusted your care with Bucky. It's been six months since the ballet and the trust that was severed between both super soldiers was silently mending itself, enough that Steve didn’t feel the need to protect you from his best friend.
“It's just so soft and it makes him so distinguished. So handsome. So sexy….” you slur the words and though you nearly topple in his arms, he can’t help but smile down as you giggle, grappling his arms. “I like the way it makes my thighs burn after,” you hiccup, “You know.” you wiggle your brows and laugh some more.
He changes the subject after that comment.
He spirals into you, allows himself into the small sliver of your world. Likes that Natasha has coordinated each event to also include you, confides in you.
Selfishly he uses her to get to you.
Until one night, after a bout of love making she withdraws away. Doesn’t curl into his side like he’s accustomed, instead pulls from him, swings her legs out of the bed and sits looking out into the moon out the window.
“Be honest with me Bucky,” she whispers minutes later, her voice low. “Don’t lie, okay.”
“Okay?” he doesn’t know what it is she needs as she wraps her arms around herself. He reaches out for her, his cold fingers grazing her back and her spine ripples in goosebumps as she asks,
“Do you love me?”
Bucky pauses, sits up in bed and clears his throat.
“What?”
“Do you love me?” Natasha asks again, same low voice. She’s met with silence, met with Bucky trying to untangle his thoughts.
Did he love her? He wasn’t sure.
She nods.
“Do you love Y/N.”
His heart lunges, his breath breaks but he doesn’t dare say the word that will betray him. He doesn’t have too, Natasha turns to him tears in her eyes knowingly.
“You moan out her name in your sleep sometimes. I see the way you look at her, the way you look at Steve. I understand why you both stopped talking to each other a long time ago now. It was her. You loved her and she choose Steve.”
Bucky doesn’t say anything, turns and looks away ashamed.
Betrays the truth.
“I’m not going to be a poor woman’s Persephone anymore. Go mourn the loss of your almost lover alone.”
She leaves him swiftly, doesn’t look back and he feel a part of him robbed, that coldness that encases his heart. He wants to call out to her, to apologize, to explain she gives him joy but he knows its all lies.
He loved you and he felt like always will.
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Y’ALL ALREADY KNOW WHAT IT IS—IT’S SPOOKY TIME. I’ve been planning my winter challenge for MONTHS and the time is finally upon us. Spooky season! Now y’all know I’m a slut for monsterfucking and horror, so without further ado, I present to you:
Bones Spooktacular Smutfest! Running from 9/03-12/31
Our goal here is to sit right on that knife’s edge between horny and horror! I wanna see drama, angst, smut, dark—any and all tropes are welcome, but I reserve the right not to read or reblog any work I find harmful or offensive. I will ask that no: DDLG, Scat/Toilet play, snuff, necrophilia, or Bestiality be submitted, though Monsterfucking is accepted and encouraged 😂
Challenge Masterlist Here
Onto the rules!!
1. you MUST be 18 or older to participate in this challenge. If not, I will be blocking you.
2. Your story must have a clear and present horror theme, even if it’s comedic or not scary. Meaning, it has to involve some sort of horror trope, even if it’s written in a way that isn’t meant to terrify! You do not have to choose one of the prompts, but please be aware that if the horror theme isn’t present, your fic won’t qualify! this is the only rule i’m gonna be a semi-hard-ass about, ngl
3. Submissions MUST be clearly tagged and warned appropriately, and you can tag me in your entry, as well as using the tag #SpooktacularSmutfest21.
4. You don’t have to use one of the horror tropes I’ve already picked! Feel free to come up with your own, they’re just thematic suggestions! If you have your own favorite horror tropes, please go ahead and use them.
5. Each writer can submit up to 3 stories! There is no minimum or maximum length, but PLEASE put your story under a cut after 500 words.
6. Original works, please! I would prefer if your work was expressly for this challenge!
7. You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it would be cool if you did!
Associated Playlist
8. Have fun!!! I wanted this challenge to be fun and interesting, so if it isn’t sparking joy, it’s okay to sit this one out!
9. (added for clarity) this is an x Reader challenge, but I'd like to keep it inclusive--female, gender neutral, male, nonbinary, trans, nonwhite/woc readers all welcome!!
Here is a list of horror themes/tropes to choose from, as well a wheel to spin if you want to randomize it:
- Haunted House
- Cursed Item
- Cabin in the woods
- Haunted Picture
- Demonic Possession
- Family Curse
- Slasher
- Zombies
- Witch's Curse
- Awakening an ancient entity
- Freakshow
- There’s something in the water
- Amnesia
- Bitten
- Angry old gods
- There is something in the woods and it is old and hungry
- Don’t go in the basement
- Home alone
- Last two people on Earth / Almost no people on Earth
- Changeling
- Cult
- Ouija board/Silly game that actually calls something
- Mirror
- Deal with the devil
- You’re entity haunting someone else
Characters Accepted: (Also here’s a wheel, for funsies)
-Steve Rogers
-Ransom Drysdale
-Andy Barber
-Jake Jensen
-Bucky Barnes
-Lee Bodecker
-Sam Wilson
-Thor Odinson
-Loki Laufeyson
-Natasha Romanov
-Wanda Maximoff
-Eddie Brock
- If they’re not here, feel free to send me an ask, and I’ll let you know!!
Quote prompts: (if it’s multiple lines of dialogue, it’s totally okay to split them up, just indicate where they’re being used!)
- “You have to be happy. You have to smile.” “Why?” “Because he knows when you’re not.”
- “Oh, thank God! Please, help—” “I wouldn’t be thankin’ God, sweetheart. Not just yet.”
- “Are you gonna cry for me? Tastes so much fuckin’ sweeter when you cry.”
- “It’s right behind us! And that lock isn’t gonna do shit!”
- “Have you seen out there? It’s like hell!” “How long till in here’s like hell too?”
- “It was just a game! It wasn’t supposed to fucking work!”
- “Are you scared?” “Yes.” “Good, you should be.”
- “I want to go home… but I know there’s nothing to go back to.”
- “How can you not see it?” “See what? There’s nothing there!” “It’s standing right behind you…!”
- “I saw your mother.” “My mother’s dead.” “…I know.”
- “I can’t run anymore. There isn’t anywhere to run to.”
- “I just don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
- “You. This is your fault! None of this would have happened if it weren’t for you!”
- “I… it bit me.” “Fuck.” “Yeah.”
- “It should be you. I wanted it to be you.”
- “Help! I’m, I’m stuck down here!” “I know, sweetheart. I dug the pit.”
- “Why are you doing this?” “Because I want to. Because I can.”
- “It’s inside me.”
- “It’s all relative, isn’t it? Good. Evil. Fuck, I need a drink.”
- “Are we dead?” “Fuck if I know.”
- “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The pain only lasts a little while.”
and last but not least, tagging a few users I think might be interested in this challenge, but absolutely no pressure to participate or anything:
@jtargaryen18 @angrythingstarlight @syntheticavenger @punemy-spotted @thedarkplume @caffiend-queen @stargazingfangirl18 @cockslut-padalecki @darksideofthecocoamoon @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @lokislastlove @plastic-heart @kleohoneyao3 @sapphirescrolls @gotnofucks @xxindiglow @twjournals @geminixevans @afriendlyblackhottie @clints-lucky-arrow @brandycranby @dreamlessinparis @cherienymphe @rosethornash @slothspaghettiwrites @slyyywriting @sweeterthanthis @sweetlyscared @avintagekiss24
#writing challenge#horror#fanfiction#mcu fic#mcu imagines#steve rogers#bucky barnes#thor odinson#loki laufeyson#Jake Jensen#Sam Wilson#Lee Bodecker#Andy Barber#Ransom Drysdale
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Kintsugi
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2GKya5O
by abovethesmokestacks
Bucky looks at you, sees all the lines that just wait to flow onto paper, the arches and curves that make up the wonder that is you. He looks at you, and sees the way you come together, the equations of your proportions, the soft hues of your golden brown skin that contain the complex infinity that stretches wide within you.
Words: 6284, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, woc!reader - Character, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Bucky Barnes x woc!reader
Additional Tags: Based On Poetry, so many painting parallels, my god they are so many, I have never had a beignet but it is my goal in life to have one, written for a tumblr writing challenge
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2GKya5O
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Welcome to my domain
(This blog is under major construction)
Blue - NSFW 18+
Green - SFW
✨ 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀
𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 [𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴]
Series
Let Me Teach You -- Roommate! Steve Rogers
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗜
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗜𝗜
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗜𝗜𝗜
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗮𝗻 - 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙! 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗜
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗜𝗜
𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀
𝗬𝗼𝘂’����𝗲 𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 - 𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗪𝗦 𝗔𝗨 | 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆
𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗧𝗲𝗮 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 - 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙭 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠
𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚
𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗙𝗶𝘁 - 𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙋𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙁𝙚𝙢 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗕𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗣𝗲𝘁? - 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞✨
𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁, 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 - 𝗱𝗼𝗺!𝗟𝗼𝗸𝗶✨
Tony Stark
𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁? - 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙭 𝙋𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙁𝙚𝙢 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
Bucky Barnes
Don’t Make a Sound - dom!bucky x fem reader
You Can Do Better - bartender!bucky x woc!reader
Kitchen Countertops - roommate!Bucky Barnes x woc!reader✨
Steve Rogers
Look, but Don’t Touch- dom!Steve (Nomad) x fem reader
Druig
Whatever You Want - softdom!Druig x Eternal!woc reader
The Garden - Drukkari (coming soon)
Natasha Romanov
Love Bites - sapphic (coming soon)
Blind Dates - Natasha x woc!reader
Sam Wilson
Meeting the Best friend - Sam Wilson x girlfriend!reader (coming soon)
Peter Parker
Bunny - Andrew!Peter Parker x MJ
Matt Murdock
“Studying” - inexperienced college!Matt Murdock x dom female!reader
Pillow Talk - roommate!Matt Murdock x fem reader
Eddie Munson
Girl’s Night Out - Eddie Munson x girlfriend!reader
I Can Show You - coming soon
Honeybees - coming soon
Pretty Baby - coming soon
Steve Harrington
TBD
Dick Grayson
Just a Skirt - coming soon
Blurbs/Imagines
collegeboy!bucky
Lindor Truffles
librarian! steve rogers
The Dress - NSFW
The Avengers
To Adore You - The Avengers x plus size Fem Reader
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BlackIrisPosts Mobile Master List
-- Updated: 03, October 2018 --
Bucky Barnes -
Rattled Keys and An Unexpected Guest - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Not So Secret Common Room Conversations - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Showing Support Through Paraphernalia: Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Part 1: Team Building Exercise of Sorts
Part 2 - Early Breakfast
Part 3 - It Started with Key Chains
Of Needle Work and Lingering Notes: Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Singing in the “Rain”
Of Needle Work
Chipped Paint and Old Brick Walls - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Loud and Angry - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Articulation, Detailed Facts, Wit Even. - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Not Who We’re Looking For: Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers x OC
Part 1
Part 2
But I Thought Steve Had it - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Previously Unknown Feelings - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Jazz and Cigarettes - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Anger in the Training Room - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Laundry - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
I Can’t Give You Anything But Love, Baby - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Fire Alarms - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Libraries Master List - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
As Professional As They Come - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Needing to Sooth the Nightmares - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Slow As Winter - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis, Winter Soldier x Darcy Lewis
Such a Sweet Sound - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
When Duty Calls - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
An Impromptu Threesome - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Thor
‘Torture’ or ‘Specialized Fun’ - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Girls’s Night - Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanov, Darcy Lewis OMC
Best Spot in the Universe - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Can’t Break What’s Already Broken - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Don’t Make Me Choose - Bucky Barnes x Reader, Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov
A Beautiful Friendship - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Just Out for a Ride - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Returning Home - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
They Are. Aren’t They? - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Best of Three - Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanov x MtF Trans Reader
The Babe with the Coffee - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Untitled - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis - Coming Soon...
Not as Traditional as Comfort Food - Bucky Barnes x Reader - Coming soon...
Steve Rogers -
Field Work -Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
No, No They Can’t Take That Away From Me - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Insomnia Happenstance - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Shards of Hope - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Like Shattered Glass
Reforging the Fragments
It’s a Little Cliché, but it is Valentine’s Day - Steve Rogers x Reader
From the Labs -Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
The After Party - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Best Couple - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Love at First Touch - Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader
Such a Sweet Sound - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Classic Like Vanilla - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Acceptance of the Dark - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Don’t Tell Him - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Ladies of the Night - Steve Rogers x Clint Barton
Whispered Tales - Steve Rogers x Telepathic!Reader
Returning Home - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis
Leave it to Bucky - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
What We’re Here For - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
As Mad As A Cow - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
The Truth is in the Dare - Steve Rogers x Reader
More than a Helping Hand - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
What Waits in the Garden - Steve Rogers x Faerie!Reader
Sleep it Off - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis
Sweet Child O’Mine - Steve Rogers x Reader - coming soon...
Loki Laufeyson -
Praying to the god of mischief Master List - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Toaster Drunk - Loki Laufeyson x Reader -
Moments with Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Of Milk and Honey
Summer Duet
If You Can’t go to the Salon, Bring the Salon to You. - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Teensy Tiny Thor - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
All that Glitters is… Green - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Some People Just Want it All - Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Loki Laufeyson x Reader x ???
By The Book - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
British Breakfast Tea - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Back Alley Looser - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Caught Between Justice and Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Long Week for Everyone - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
A Quick Reconnaissance and Retrieval Thing - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
‘Legend Says’ or ‘Supper for Two’ - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
What Happens at Tony’s Parties.. - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
First of Many - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Teary Tired Thor - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Girl and the Dreki - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Dream Bakery - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Double the Trouble - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Breaking Free - Loki Laufeyson x Yen (OFCoC)
Wind Baths - Loki x Reader
Illusions of the God of Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Festival Finds - Loki x WoC!Reader
Tenacious Tremendous Thor - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
On A Tuesday Afternoon - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Fireside... Chats - Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Loki Laufeyson x Others
When the Set Up Finally Pays Off - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Your Crystal Ball Ain’t so Crystal Clear - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Liquid Courage - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
A Twist of Magic - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Only Just, My Love - Loki Laufeyson x OFC
Waking Dreams - Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Tony Stark -
And the Living Is Easy - Tony Stark x Reader
Love at First Touch - Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader
The Tower Rooftop - Tony Stark x Bruce Banner
Jefferson | Mad Hatter -
His Queen of Hearts - Jefferson x Reader
Quelling a Mad Storm - Jefferson x Reader
Owning Wonderland Master List
The Tea Ceremony - Jefferson x Reader
The Meeting - Jefferson x Reader
The Dance Hall - Jefferson x Reader
Clint Barton -
Secret Sips - Clint Barton x ???
Don’t Make Me Choose - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Just a Family Man - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov
The Sweetest Reward - Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov
Chase Collins -
Additional Help with the Children - Chase Collins x Reader
Secret to Fascinate - Chase Collins x Reader
Valkyrie (Brunhilde) -
Test Flight - Valkyrie x Reader
You Know I Couldn’t - Brunhilde x Sam Wilson (Valkyrie x The Falcon)
Logan -
The Calm to His Storm - Logan x Darcy Lewis
Writing Challenges -
Fucking February - Master List - Prompt List - Complete!!!
200 Follower Celebration Thang - Master List - Complete!!!
Marvel Fluff Bingo - On going...
Steve Rogers 100th Birthday Celebration Week - Complete!
500 Follower Garden Party Extravaganza! - On going...
AO3 - BlackIris
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