by natasha

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Cinnamon Roll

Pairings: Bucky x F!Reader, Stony

Request:

Hi! First of all, I’m in love with your chatrooms. Thank you for them. They are brilliant!! Can you do a chatroom where BuckyxElemental!Reader hate eachother, Bucky acts harsh on her, but with the help of the Avengers they realize they actually love eachother and care for eachother so much? And I’d love to see StevexTony moments!!❤️(Stony is cute haha) And and and fun time with Thor and Loki :) Also I’d be so happy if you’ll add Matt Murdock too :) I’m so sorry I asked to much but that’s all 🙈    (a/n: <3 you are so sweet, thank you, no problem!)

A/N: the chat title menu grows, now serving cinnamon rolls.


Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Loki, Natasha, Clint, Bruce. 

Thor:  END THIS!

Bruce: End what?

Thor: This awkwardness… it is almost tangible.

Bruce: What?

Natasha: Bucky and Y/N have been glaring at each other for 2 hours straight and we’re still 3 hours away from the compound.

Thor: I cannot withstand this anymore!

Bruce: Ohhh, that. Sorry I was watching cat videos. Didn’t notice.

Loki: May I suggest throwing Barnes out the jet and watch on as he plummets to his demise? That would surely end the tension.

Thor: Brother, you can’t just use murder to solve all your problems!

Loki: It’s worked in the past!

Natasha: Bucky is at fault and I’m starting to like Loki’s plan…

Loki: See, Thor! Natasha agrees! Lure him to the door and I’ll push him out.

Thor: We are not murdering Sir Barnes despite his dishonorable words towards Lady Y/N.

Clint: Why did Loki even come on the mission?

Natasha: We need to do something. They’re always fighting and I can’t take it anymore.

Bruce: Why don’t we get Bucky to apologize?

Loki: Why don’t we THREATEN HIM WITH VIOLENCE to apologize?

Keep reading

Waking up the Avengers

pairing: avengers x reader

summary: you get to wake up the team in your own way, every morning

(this was a rewrite of an old oneshot, sorry for not including anyone new)

warnings: none

The metallic hallway floor was cold under your feet as you made your way to the shared kitchen of the Avengers, and you silently cursed Tony for not putting in heated floors for the cold New York winters. The sweatshirt you were wearing came down to your hips, just where the thick sweatpants started. Being comfortable was key for your mornings, since you were in charge of waking everyone up and making sure they got ready for the new day at hand. Training sessions never started before 8am, so it gave you time to eat a snack and wake up before going about the routine. There was one time when Thor had just gotten an iPhone and smashed it with Mjolnir the next morning when the buzzer started to go off. Then, the following morning, Natasha threw hers out the window, and on its way out Clint shot it with an arrow. The Avengers were really just a group of people who didn’t know what the hell to do with their phones.

Your first stop on the route was to Steve’s room, he was still not caught up at a decent enough pace to use an iPhone just yet. He lived on the same floor as you though, so he was the breakfast maker for everyone while you were off getting them to wake up. The door always had this creak whenever you opened it, and Steve learned to sleep through it. You walked to the side of the bed he was facing, and after a gentle nudge to his shoulder you whispered, “Hey Cap, good morning.” His eyes always opened slow as he got his bearings, and you took a moment to appreciate his ruffled hair and sleep eyes. Steve’s room was the cleanest out of all the Avengers, it even smelled decent. Steve rolled over on his back, and stretched for a moment before standing and finding a shirt to go into the kitchen with.

Next was Bucky, and you made sure that you took an extra deep breath before stepping into his room. In the past, you’ve walked into a completely nude Bucky who was also spread eagle on the bed. There’s been times where he’s not even in the bed, and he’s with his weapons by the closet. This time however, he was peacefully sleeping and stirred slightly at the sound of your feet padding across the carpet. You made a point to make yourself known as you came in with a little knock on the door. So he happily smiled and greeted you a good morning, in that wonderful husky voice. Bucky’s laugh made you smile as you made your way out of his room and towards the stairwell.

Clint’s room on the floor below was your next stop, and technically speaking it was Natasha’s room as well. They were easily woken up, considering all you had to do was open the door and yell, “Wake up time!” Those two shot up like there was a murderer at their door. A lot of the mornings you had to duck in case Clint was ‘sleep grabbing’ his bow the night before, and sometimes Tasha would sleep with a gun under her pillow after an unsettling mission. They had the blinds drawn in their room so there was no sunlight coming through. So it was difficult to see what you were walking into some times, let alone what time of day it was.

Down the hall from them was Thor’s room, and it was big enough to fit a king. He was also your favorite to wake up, other than Steve. Thor was the happiest to see you in the morning, and in general he was just the happiest one around the tower. Once you opened Thor’s door, you ran and leapt to the King size bed. “Good morning Thor!” You tickled his sides as he started to warm up and adjust to the light streaming in through the large windows.

“Oh lady y/n, you never fail to make me laugh in the morning!” Thor groggily spoke, and his voice was so deep it practically made the walls rumble. His laugh thundered on even as you walked out of his room, and you continued on with the routine.

Tony was next on occasion, but all he really needed was Pepper. However, she was out of town at that particular moment. So you hopped on the elevator, and rode to the top floor. The billionaire was already awake and moving by the time you’d reached his floor, so he took the opportunity to ride with you down to breakfast.

Everyone was sitting around the giant oak table, joking around and laughing about some of the older mission stories. The super soldiers were just now sitting down with everyone, and they still had their “dance around the kitchen” playlist going full blast. People were singing along, and being nice for once while sharing the pancakes that Steve had just made. You took a moment to appreciate the people sitting in front of you, when Thor interrupted your thoughts by putting his left arm over your shoulder, and announced, “We love you the most, lady y/n.”

“I love you guys too.”

Sorting The Avengers in Hogwarts houses!

Note: This is the first time i’ve sorted anyone! I might get a few wrong, and we may think differently. That’s okay! These are just my thoughts, and you are more than free to give yours too. 


Tony Stark: This… Could go either way for me. I think Tony has both Ravenclaw and Slytherin traits. Though overall i think he is Slytherin.

Originally posted by stiilesstilinski

Steve Rogers: Completely a  Gryffindor. He has every single trait the Brave house shares. And frankly i don’t know what other house would suit him more.

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Bruce Banner: Ravenclaw! This one was pretty obvious. Bruce is extremely smart and wise, and would for sure do very well in this house.

Originally posted by cinexphile

Natasha Romanoff: Slytherin! She is very Cunning and has a fire inside her, just like most of her housemates.

Originally posted by basicmarvelnerd

Clint Barton: Hufflepuff! Loyal, kind, and sticks to his friends sides, he is truly a cute lil’ huffpuff.

Originally posted by stiilesstilinski

Thor: He cares about his friends and would always stick by their side. Not to mention all the gifts he gives to his roommate (Aka his presence). I think Thor is a Hufflepuff!

Rhodey: Without a question, Gryffindor! He risks his life constantly for his job, and puts nerve over all. 

Originally posted by dailyrhodey

Scott Lang: Hufflepuff! Our Scott is very genuine and kind, and really i think he’s a very very good example of a pure Hufflepuff.

Originally posted by skyexwanda

Peter Parker: Ravenclaw! Though i do think he would be good in Hufflepuff, his wit, mind, and wisdom are his true traits. (In my sorting hat book)

Originally posted by manny-mellark

T’challaGryffindor! He’s brave, chivalrous, and daring, which is why i put him in there!

Originally posted by miscellame

Sam Wilson: Honestly, this one is a little hard. Though i know him for his kindness and loyalty to Steve, others could say his willingness to save people tops it all, but i think he’d do well in Hufflepuff.

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Bucky/ Winter solider: Bucky is Hufflepuff, since he always makes sure Steve is happy,  and stays by his side forever. The winter solider is  Gryffindor.

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Wanda: I feel like through she could be a Gryffindor, she would do much better in  Slytherin. Since she’s a very ambitious and now mostly cares about herself and only herself. 

Originally posted by comicbookdaily

Pietro:  Gryffindor! It’s a little hard to place him, since he wasn’t in the movie all that much (ow) but i think the way he saved Clint was brave and daring. Which seems to be his main traits.

Originally posted by marvelmaximoff

Vision: He does have a almost limitless amount of information at his hands, and is very accepting, so really, what other house than Ravenclaw! 

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Unexpected soulmates

(A/N):I have literally been dying to write this?

Request: Can you do a high school AU/soulmate AU with shy!reader x punk!natasha? Possibly where Natasha becomes overprotective and with lots of fluff? Thanks so much!

Warnings: fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @sxph-t, @l8nitl0vr


Originally posted by the-electric-boys

Fuck, that’s a lot of blood 

    (Y/N)’s fingers gently trace over the black lettering on their wrist, their smile nearly infectious as they touch each individual letter. Someday, someone was going to walk into (Y/N)’s life and say those four simple words to them and they’d have their soulmate- (Y/N) would finally have the person they were destined to be with.

    (Y/N)’s lovely train of thought comes to an abrupt stop as the school bell rings, breaking them out of their reverie. At least half of the English class comes filing in at the last minute, all looking for vacant spots to sit in. (Y/N) sat in the furthest way corner from the door, a small little area in the back of the room by a window where they could daydream all class, perhaps read a book or two, or draw. 

   “ ‘this seat taken?“ A rather harsh, feminine voice suddenly calls to (Y/N) startling them out of their thoughts once again. (Y/N) looks up to find one of the most intimidating women they had ever looked at- she had dark brown hair an flaming red eyes not to mention her completely leather outfit and never ending amount of red tattoos. 

   "U-um no,” (Y/N) stutters, quickly directing their attention back to their Paper. “It’s free,” the girl nods as she plops down in the chair, motioning for her other friends to come join the empty seat. Slowly, the empty spaces beside (Y/N) start to fill up as number after number of…shady looking kids sit down beside them. (Y/N) curls around them self a bit as fear and anxiety get the better of them, leaving them wanting to melt into the floor and never return but since that wasn’t an option at the moment they were stuck here, in this hellish class surrounded by hellish kids.

    “Now class,” (Y/N)’s teacher, Mr. fury stands at the front of the room, a meter stick clutched in his hand. “I will tolerate none of your bullshit, do you understand?” The class 'oo’s’ in surprise, all laughing at Fury’s language. “I’m not afraid to swear I’m from of you sons of bitches, I’ve heard the kind of language you use-” Fury drones on and on about classroom procedures, the rulers, the disclosure, the usual, stuff (Y/N) had already gone through last semester. With a sigh they look down at their desk, biting their lip as they begin to trace their soulmate mark again. And that’s when they notice it, a small puddle of blood beneath their hand, right next to where they’d been digging into the desk with their nails.

    “Shit,” (Y/N) whispers to no in particular. “I’m bleeding-” The girl in front of her, someone with the the brunettes group flips around to look at (Y/N) her brows furrowed until She looked down at their desk.

    “Fuck, that’s a lot of blood,” she whispers, almost observatory if (Y/N) thought about it. But (Y/N) wasn’t thinking about it, they were too focused on the words that this punk kid had Just said. 

   "Wait…what did you say?“ (Y/N) asks softly, completely ignoring the throbbing in their finger.

    "Um…that’s a lot of blood?” (Y/N) looks at the girl in disbelief, their eyes suddenly watering and their throat constricting at the sudden realization, this girl was their soulmate- she had said the words, the words that had been printed on (Y/N)’s wrist for 2 years. She looks at them strangely, her brow furrowed as she gazes them over and then suddenly it connects for her too. 

   "Oh my god,“ she whispers softly, her tone so soft and quiet (Y/N) could barely hear it. "You’re my- you’re my soulmate?” (Y/N) nods, sniffling softly as She smiles at them. “Oh my god!” She jumps up, quickly yanking (Y/N) from their seat to hug them tightly. “I found you, I found you, I can’t believe I found you,” She cups their face in her tatted hands, gazing into their eyes lovingly. 

   "Miss Romanova, I’d greatly appreciate if you sat down-“ Furys voice becomes hazy as she leans in to kiss (Y/N), her lip piercing rubbing against their bottom lip. 

   She holds them softly, much softer than (Y/N) would have expected from someone looking like her. Her lips moved against their so sweetly and softly that (Y/N) wanted to weep. 

  “I love you,” She whispers, breaking away long enough to breathe and whisper to (Y/N). “I love you so much,” She quickly reconnects their lips in a passionate kiss, one that took (Y/N)’s breath away and gave them life all at once. “I don’t even know your name but I love you so much-” 

   “I’m (Y/N),” (Y/N) breaks away from the kiss long enough to whisper to the girl, smiling when she purred against their lips. 

  “And I’m Natalia but you can call me Nat,” 


   (Y/N) lay curled up by Nat’s side, their fingers lightly tracing over the spider web tattoo she had on her sternum. Their eyes should have been glued to their soulmate but instead they were flitting about, surveying all of Nat’s band posters, her makeup, all her dark clothes. 

   “You don’t- uh- you don’t care if I look like this…right?” Nat asks softly, her voice no louder than a timid whisper. 

   “Like yourself?”

   “Like- well, dark and the typical grunge I suppose,” 

   “I love it,” (Y/N) whispers as they kiss Nat’s skin, reveling in the small giggle it elicited. “So long as you don’t mind me being this shy pastel little thing,” 

   “No,” Nat whispers, reaching down with her completely tattooed hand to run her fingers through (Y/N)’s soft hair. “I love you all cute and soft,” 

   “What are people going to think when they see us together?” (Y/N) asks suddenly, their worry of being bullied starting to bubble within them. 

   “They’ll think how cute we are and if they think anything else I’ll bust their faces in, sound good?” (Y/N) smiles softly as they nuzzle their face into Nat’s neck. 

   “That sounds amazing,” 

   “Yeah?” Nat whispers as she presses her painted black lips to (Y/N)’s forehead, being mindful not to smear her makeup. “Hey, you look pretty tired, you should get some sleep,” 

   “You’ll still be here when I wake up?” (Y/N) clings to Nat tightly, looking at them with fearful eyes. 

   “I’ll stay with you till the end of my days beautiful, you don’t have to worry about that,” (Y/N) sighs softly and nods, slowly settling back against Nat’s warm body. 

  “I love you Nat,’ (Y/N) whispers as their eyes flutter shut, their body slowly starting to accept Nat’s warmth and security. 

   “And I love you too моя маленькая бабочка,” (my little butterfly)