A/N: HEY GUYS! I literally forgot that I made this a month ago but never posted it haha! :D I’ve always been a sucker for a/b/o fics and I wanted to shake things up a bit. (: pls excuse any misspellings as I get too excited when I wrote this lol. ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤
Delta: Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier.
Warnings: minor character death. Soon to be smut!!
Your life consisted of abnormal circumstances.
Your parents were both very well respected alphas in your small town. They courted each other for a couple years before having your older brother, who of course, turned out to be an alpha as well. So naturally, when your mother became pregnant with you everyone assumed you would be as well. In fact, at the baby shower they refused to receive any traditional beta or omega feeding supplies.
But whenever your mother went into labor one January night instead of the usual summer morning like alphas were, it threw everyone off guard.They didn’t stress it, though. Maybe it was just nothing more than a false alarm. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong.
After fifteen long hours of labor, you were born, but were weren’t an alpha or a beta. Not even an omega.
Somehow, you were a delta.
There weren’t many left in the United States, looking on Google there had to be at least 2,000 in the entire country. And that was for a rather scary reason.
Deltas were the rare flower of the alpha/beta/omega cycle. They were a bit different than the others. The heats were on a whole other spectrum of complication. For starters, you would exactly experience a heat. It was your body’s natural way of finding a suitable partner. Meaning, until you came across an exceptional alpha, your body would put itself on hold. The downside was that when it would happen someday, if not taken care of correctly, you could die. It was extreme, yes, but you always figured that Mother Nature just had it out for you.
The next thing was mating and bonding. If you were to want to settle down, not only would your significant other have to be an alpha, they’d have to be very experienced. Mating was one thing, but it took a special someone to actually bond. You couldn’t just settle for a beta like some others did, which sucked.
But you highly doubted that would ever happen.
You lived a highly sheltered life growing up. Instead of going out and experiencing adolescence, you were kept inside for your own safety. That was, until your parents passed away in a car crash shortly after your eighteenth birthday. Fortunately, you and your brother inherited a fair share of money and you parted ways.
Which is how you ended up in New York City.
You had enough funds to find you a nice, small apartment in a well lit area and just enough for college. You even found a doctor that specializes with delta’s and got yourself some suppressants. You were officially passing yourself off as an omega, which gave you an excellent sense of security.
Life was going great.
Until one day it wasn’t.
You were leaving class one afternoon, carrying the many blueprints in your arms as you carefully placed each foot in front of the other. You hated the steps outside NYU, as they got super slippery during the rainy seasons. You carefully placed each step with precaution, until suddenly your foot slipped from the step, sending you flying onto your face in the middle of the crowded students. Per usual.
With a cry, you hastily gathered up the many tangled blueprints that scattered across the ground. You spent three sleepless nights on these! There was no way you’d let people walk all over them. But before you could reach the last one, you were stopped by a pair of black heels blocking your way. The mysterious woman bent down and picked up one of your papers and smoothed it out on her skirt. You watched as she held the blueprint up, blocking your view of her face. Great! Now you’d be a victim of plagiarism.
“Excuse me,” you say harshly, reaching upwards for the blueprint. “That’s mine!”
“I kind of guessed that, kid.” She replied with a small laugh. Wait, you could’ve swore you’ve heard that voice before. But for the life of god, you couldn’t pinpoint it.
“Did you come up with these on your own?” she asks, turning the page over.
“Well…yeah.” you scoff, standing to your feet. You reached forward to grab the paper again, only to be met with a very impressed redheaded woman, one you’ve pretty much seen your entire life. Your mouth practically hit the floor. The rest of the blueprints in your hand slipped from your grasp and pooled around your feet.
Pepper smiled down at you, cocking her head to the side. She eyed you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt so self conscious under her gaze. Pepper was an unusually dominant beta, as you could tell by the way she carried herself. Somehow, it also gave off the motherly vibe.
“That’s my name. And you are?”
“Y/N,” you say. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You watched as she leaned in and inhaled deeply, her eyes dilating slightly. You felt yourself growing nervous. There’s no way she could’ve known you were a delta. Dr. Strange made sure you had the highest dosage on the market. Surely a random beta wouldn’t pick up on it.
“Well, Y/N,” she says, pulling out a tablet and tapping on it rapidly. You try to sneak a peek at it, only to have her hold it back further from you. You only felt yourself growing more nervous. Before you could open your mouth to ask what in the world was going on, Pepper beat you to it.
Summary:You, reader, are very distantly related to Tony Stark and live at the tower as a doctor and biochemical engineer, helping Bruce and Tony at times. When your insomnia starts getting worse, you find an interesting fix that results in the blossoming of a new relationship with Bucky Barnes.
Characters: Reader, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner (mentioned)
Word Count: 584 (kinda short, but this is my first fanfic anything)
Warnings: insomnia??, thats it
Pairings: Uncle!Tony x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader (eventual)
A/N: So this is my first writing that I’ve posted here on Tumblr. I really hope to get some feedback. Constructive criticism is wanted. I really want to improve, so don’t hesitate to let me know of any typos, things i should include/change. Thanks and enjoy. :)
It was the third day in a row that you’d woken up this early. It wasn’t like you wanted to wake up every day at 3 in the morning, but your mind wouldn’t stop shuffling through plans and ideas and you had to get to work or you’d sit there the whole night without a wink of sleep. Turning over in bed, the sheets now draping off the side onto the floor, your eyes groggily attempted to focus on the clock on your bedside table, that read 3:29. Considering you had only finished drawing up recent plans 2 hours before, this was the most sleep you’d gotten all week. Deciding you weren’t sleepy enough to fall back asleep, you quietly made your way over to your desk, turning the lamp on quickly. Grabbing your bound notebook, filled with formulas and plans, and your glasses, you slowly opened the door to your room, padding softly down to the lab. Although you had entered quietly, the tower’s AI could obviously sense you. F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you loudly as you entered the room,
“Are you alright, kid?” Tony looks at you intently.
You are gripping tight your seat and staring to your knees. You shake
your head negatively.
“Is it the flying thing?” The billionaire gives you a
“No, flying is ok. I think that I could even enjoy it if I didn’t
feel like this. It’s like if I have left half of me back to the compound.”
“Do you want to go back? If you want we can turn around and go
back, it isn’t a problem.”
“Going back? For what? I’ve taken with me the only things that I
remember belonging to me. You have even remade this battle gear for me.”
You smile at him. “Really, thank you. I like this jacket very much and
when Natasha told me that they had to cut it I was… uhm… unhappy, I guess.
So thanks for having made me a new one. I love this shade of navy-blue.”
They look like two smartass asshole students: Bruce dragging the professor over mathematical error and Tony being super proud mom friend and watching his smol friend become a sassy prick he always knew he could be.