Summary: Bucky Barnes is the most eligible bachelor in New York, a ladies’ man, and a dick. But he’s also your best friend. However, he gets into a car accident and he ends up losing his left arm. His confidence is shattered, and it’s up to you to show him that he is still the man he was before the accident. (Modern-Day Alternate Universe, Possible Series)
Warning: car accident
Author’s Note: Let me know if you’re interested in this becoming a series! Based on ‘Me Before You’.
“So, you like cats? You
got something against birds, or is it just me?” Sam asked with a grin, tipping
his drink back as he laughed. You
reached out to give him a slap on his arm but he shifted his stance quick
enough to evade it, spilling his drink down the front of his blue
button-down. “Dammit, woman, this is
Summary: It’s finals week, and that means lots and lots of studying in the library. However, a certain stranger keeps distracting you from your studying. (College Alternate Universe, Possible Drabble Series)
Author’s Note: Based on real life events. I’m thinking about turning this into a series! Let me know if you guys would be interested!
A/N: Alrighty, this is for an anon who asked this on my personal blog and I had to, because Steve x Stark!Readers are my weakness. Enjoy, loves :) The song I listened to while writing is right here
I actually started this on my phone, but it came out terribly and it ended up having not much to do with the original prompt.
DANCE WITH ME, a Steve x Stark Reader oneshot
Honestly, in the past few years, you had come to terms with being the big oops. Your parents, Howard and Maria, were quite old when you were born, and had been in an accident when you were barely 2. Tony, being 18 yeas your senior, was charged with raising you. Which, obviously, was not the optimal choice regarding child care.
Currently, you were 26 and living in the Avengers tower, having been recruited by the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. himself as an engineer and part-time super hero. How you had landed a job saving the world was beyond you, but you had a feeling that it had something to do with your last name.
“Stark.” A smooth-as-silk voice snapped from your thoughts and brought you back to reality. Both you and Tony looked up to see Steve Rogers leaning in the doorway of the lab.
“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific there, Spangles.” You quipped, diving back into your project (which, as an experienced engineer and mechanic of sorts, was an old arc reactor that was falling to complete shit and had only gotten worse since you had decided to fuck with it). Tony grinned as he went back to repairing mark 42 of the Iron Man suit. Little did you notice, Steve looked you up and down. His eyes followed the curves of your body that were perfectly outlined in a pair of black leggings and a baseball tee with a Led Zepplin album cover on the front. One thing he had always loved about you was your work effort. You pushed and worked until you achieved your goal.
“I meant (Y/N).” Steve smiled at you. You pushed a hair from your face and left a streak of something (whatever the hell it was) on your forehead and looked up at him.
“Alrighty, what can I do ya for Cap?” You asked, grabbing a rag from the table. You called out to Jarvis to turn the music down, and before you could finish your request, Tony cut you off, promptly telling Jarvis not to listen to you. . “Prick..” you muttered. Steve laughed quietly and you felt a familiar heat creep up to your cheeks. Gently, you ushered Steve outside and looked up at him expectantly. You, just like Tony, had been cursed with the Stark height gene, or, lack thereof really. Steve started talking, but you didn’t quite hear him. You just looked him up and down, admiring his beautiful eyes and god-like physique. Of course, you would never say anything of the sort to his face, seeing as he was almost 80 yeas your senior and considering his love/hate relationship with your brother, it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to pursue anything. So, you ignored your amazingly huge crush on the Star Spangled Man with a Plan and were determined to keep it quiet for however long it was present.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” Steve waved his hand around in front of your eyes, seeing as you had completely spaced out. “(Y/N)!” you blinked a couple of times and looked back at him.
“Sorry Capcicle. What was that again?” you flashed a grin. Steve’s heart fluttered.
“Well, I wanted to know if you could teach me how to dance, actually… I mean, because er– well, you know.. Tony has a party coming up.. And uh, there’s this girl I’ve seen around and I’d love to sweep her off of her feet with a dance.” Steve stammered, suddenly taking interest in his shoes. Your heart stopped for a minute, smile melting from your face.
“I don’t know if I can right now, Steve.. I have.. I have some things I need to do.” You faked a smile, feeling about ready to cry. As you turned back into the lab, Steve gently grabbed your arm.
“Please, doll?” Steve’s eyes searched yours as you turned to face him, You melted, nodding quietly.
“Hey, dumbass.” You called into the lab.
“I only respond to ‘Your Majesty’.” Tony replied. Rolling your eyes, you shot back at him without missing a beat.
“Okay. I have a thing that needs to get done King Schmuck. Catch you on the flip side.” Steve stifled laughter as you heard a bolt hit the glass behind you. “Better luck next time.”
Once the two of you were safely in the bar and common area, you looked up at the ceiling. “Jarvis, whats the last song I listened to?” you asked. “God is Dead by Black Sabbath.” The AI’s cool voice reverberated throughout the empty room. You looked at Steve, who’s expression was a mix of shock and confusion.
“Okay.. Um.. Put on Half the World Away by Aurora. On repeat.” You replied, walking over to Steve and dragging him to the middle of the floor. As the music started, you felt your heart flutter. A light beat rang throughout the otherwise silent room. Placing Steve’s hand on your waist and settling yours just shy of his shoulder on his chest, you felt warm and fuzzy. Content. Whoever this bitch happened to be that Steve had suddenly taken interest in, you hated her. It was probably Sharon, and you would take extreme pleasure knocking her teeth down her throat right about now. “bitch…” you whispered to yourself.
“What was that?” Steve asked, having sworn he heard you speak.
“Nothing. Okay so you’re going to need to keep up with the beat.” You said. “For now, I’ll lead. All you need to do is follow the beat. I think it’s a three count..” Gently, you guided him through the steps.
One you had been there for at least 30 minutes, Steve stopped you.
“I think I’m getting the hang of it.” he muttered, taking the lead. You smiled sadly, hoping it wouldn’t end too soon. The two of you waltzed around in complete silence, a comfortable silence. He raised his arm for you to twirl under, and he couldn’t get his mind off of how absolutely graceful you were.
“So.. Who’s this girl?” you asked, trying your best not to sound bitter. If Steve had noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“Well,” he started. “She’s absolutely beautiful, in every way imaginable. She has these eye, oh god her eyes. They shine brighter than any star I’ve ever seen. She laughs at my stupid jokes, her laugh is so contagious. It sounds like birdsong.” Steve smiled, a blush forming on his cheeks. “I draw her a lot, when she’s not looking. Candid shots of her are great, because she doesn’t even have to try to look gorgeous… It just sort of happens. She’s brilliant too, a real genius. She could do anything, and she would for her loved ones.. She’s just amazing in so many ways, it’s unrea–”
Having had just about enough, you shoved Steve away from you, to his surprise. You felt rage bubbling inside you. What a stupid fucking question to ask.
“Why didn’t you ask her to fucking dance with you?” You spat, turning around. Steve ran to you, wrapping his arms gently around your torso.
“You know, for someone so smart, you can be incredibly dense sometimes.” He laughed quietly, his breath tickling your ear. Your eyes widened.
“Wh-” Steve spun you around so you were facing each other.
“What I’m saying is.. (Y/N) Stark, you are the most amazing, beautiful, brilliant woman I have ever met… I am yours, and I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.” His forehead was now on yours. Your heart was hammering uncontrollably in your chest, and you could feel his. Smiling, you stood on the very balls of your feet and smashed your lips against his. Your eyes fluttered closed and you snaked your arms around his neck, one hand tangled in his golden blond hair. His arms fell to your waist and tightened around you. The kiss quickly became hungrier, more desperate. He picked you up, placing you on the bar behind you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you felt a gravely chuckle work its way out. His tongue explored your mouth and as soon as you began to pull off your shirt, you heard the elevator door open. To your horror, Tony, Bruce, and Pepper fell silent at the sight before them. Slowly, you pulled your shirt back down over your torso, quickly concealing your bra. Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, turning away from you quickly and running his hand through his hair.
“Were you just– Did that just–” Tony sputtered. Pepper and Bruce stifled laughter and you could swear you saw the ghost of a grin on Steve’s face. “The 90 year old virgin was just feeling my sister up! Rogers, what the hell!?” Tony’s face was now red, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Pepper grabbed Tony’s arm, forcefully dragging him away.
“I’m 95, not dead..” Steve muttered, chucking a bit.
“I can tell.” You smirked, hopping off of the bar. “My room, 5 minutes. Don’t be late Captain.” You turned around to see that Steve had turned a bright shade of red and pulled at his clothes nervously. You winked and made your way to your room.
And that was the beginning of your relationship with the famed Captain America.
You’re Dumber Than I Thought (Barnes/Rogers x reader)
Request: Can I request a story
where Bucky, Steve, and the reader are all in a poly relationship and the
reader and Steve are always doing reckless shit and Bucky is 1000% done because
they could both get really hurt and they are doing this for stupid reasons.
Being in a relationship with Bucky Barnes was a challenge to
say the least; he had been through more than most people could survive in his
lifetime, and the nightmares and mood swings showed that often enough, but that
wasn’t what brought you the most difficulty.
It was being in a relationship together with Steve Rogers that would
give you the most upheaval in your lives together. Of any two men in the world to love at the
same time, these two may have been the craziest choices that you could make.
Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe, Possible Drabble Series)
Author’s Note: Let me know if you’re interested in this becoming a series! Based off of Mamma Mia!.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Wildflower: Part 1 of ?? (Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Reader)
A/N: Hey, I’m finally back, we have spring break this week! I’m only three episodes into the first season of Daredevil and I’m fucking hooked. I love it. So, I decided to write a oneshot (that may or may not serve as a prologue to a series depending on the feedback). Requests/Collabs are always open, so please feel free to submit, ask, or shoot me a message.
Warnings: Swearing. A lot of swearing. Depictions/descriptions of slight violence, MattyxReader angst/fluff
Word Count: 1447
!!!EDIT, 13 JULY 2016!!!
Wildflower (Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Reader)
She was a whirlwind; a roman candle. With his heightened senses, Matt noted the softness of the wildflower, fruity perfume, and cigarettes that emanated from her. Her laugh sounded like the most melodious bird song imaginable. Y/N was certainly something. Something different, something refreshing. She juxtaposed herself in the most complex ways; gentle and rough, funny and serious– somewhat unassuming if you didn’t know her, yet someone that you’d be an absolute idiot to cross. To call her a mystery was to come to the realization that her name could very well be a synonym. She could be compared to a drug–his heroin–and Matthew Murdock was hooked.
I couldn’t resist, because Taehyung as the Star-Lord is just perfect. Perfect. He would
travel through galaxies, meet the weirdest people, have the craziest friends
and would always go back to Earth to talk everyone’s ears off, retelling his
adventures. Because really, he is just a lovable dork, forever amazed by
everything, who gets in trouble because of his big mouth.
Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)
Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything! Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!
You trudged down the bitterly cold New York streets in a daze. The wind blew fiercely, stinging your face with every step, although you had stopped feeling it a few blocks back.
Living with the Avengers was incredibly normal, save for the midnight world saving runs and the amazing amount of bullshit you had to put up with because of Pietro.
After a while of not completely trusting each other after the battle in Sokovia, the pair of you had taken to a petty love/hate relationship. According to the rest of the team, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife when the pair of you were in a room together, although you had refused to confess to your unwelcome feelings for the mutant, suspecting that he would never return the feelings you had for him.
You found yourself on 35th and 6th and finally decided to turn around. Only 11 down and 1 over and then you’d be able to navigate back to Park Ave. As lost in thought as you were, you attempted (however feebly) to mind the distance between the other people crowding the streets, deciding not to end up in an altercation, seeing as how any New Yorker could turn and try to fuck you up at the drop of a dime if they felt the need. You had grown up in the Bronx, so you never had any intention of backing down. Ever. Your tongue ran over the coppery tasting split on your bottom lip. Grinning, you picked up speed. Fuck the tower, you knew exactly where you wanted to go.
“Where is (Y/N)?” Pietro mutilated the inside of his cheek as he paced back and forth throughout the living area on the main floor he felt like an idiot for feeling so worried, but he couldn’t shake it. Steve flicked through his news paper nonchalantly and sighed. Glancing up at the silver haired man in from of him, he contemplated on whether or not Pietro should know, although (Y/N) had trusted Nat and himself to keep their mouths shut about her arrangement to the rest of the team.
“Er.. Pietro?” Steve bit the bullet. “I think I might know where (Y/N) is..” Pietro sped to the couch, almost tripping over it in his haste.
"What? Is she okay? What’s wrong? Is anything happening that I should know about?“ The Sokovian shot questions at Steve at such a speed that the blond could barely understand what it was Pietro was actually saying.
"She’s uh.. Well.. You’re familiar with her.. Particular set of skills, are you not?” Steve knew he would never hear the end of this when (Y/N) got home. Pietro nodded anxiously. “Well,” Steve sat up, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly “She’s been making extra money boxing in the basement of some bakery near where she grew up.. Like bare-knuckle, seedy underground boxing..“
You taped up your knuckles as tight as you could, feeling warmer in your sports bra and basketball shorts than you had bundled up outside. You had made your way to a slapdash boxing ring underneath a "bakery” (rather a mob front business used for gambling and other such unsavoury and not-so-legal activities) on Crosby Avenue in the Bronx. You had pulled your hair up in a tight not and started stretching. As a crowd of older men and younger would-be mobsters started accumulating in a large circle, you couldn’t help but crack a grin.
"She.. She.. SHE WHAT!?“ Pietro had done what (Y/N) said he would, if not worse. A broken window and a freak out later, the silver haired Sokovian was slipping between Russian and English as he swore mercilessly at anything and everything that had gotten in his way. They had gotten on the wrong train, and instead of running straight through to Pelham Bay, they seemed to have stopped at every god damn stop, and Pietro was having a hard time staying calm as it was, and he had decided to displace his anger and blame the speed (or lack thereof in his opinion) on the 6 train. Finally, they stopped at the L over intersection of Buhre and Crosby. Pietro took no time departing, whereas Steve did, and had reached the top of the second set of stairs just in time to see Pietro staring around in awe.
"This is where you and (Y/N) come from..?” He looked amazed.
"Actually, I’m from Brooklyn.“ Steve chuckled. "But, just down there on Pilgrim is where (Y/N) grew up.” Steve gestured down the street with his hand. Pietro smiled, but at the mention of your name, he spun on his heel to face Cap.
“Bakery.” He said, determined. Steve sighed.
“Right, yes.” Steve walked across the street, past what he knew to be your favourite Pizza shop, a bar, and a solemn looking funeral home crowded by older men and women smoking cigarettes and reminiscing about the old days. Down a little further, he turned into the bakery, Pietro in tow. Glancing around, he heard what he needed to, beckoning Pietro to follow him. Down a narrow flight of stairs, the pair of Avengers couldn’t believe what they saw. (Y/N) took no time kicking ass, but Pietro wouldn’t have it. Before Steve could grab the back of his shirt, the silver headed Sokovian had sped into the middle of the fight. (Y/N) looked more than surprised. Pietro found her bag and yanked her hoodie over her head. He threw the bag at Steve, a little more rough than he would have liked. Picking (Y/N) up bridal style, he sped to the top of the stairs and placed her on her feet.
"What the hell was that!?“ You screamed, an angry heat creeping from your neck towards your face. Pietro looked livid as he started screaming back in a garbled mix of Russian and English.
"YOU COULD HAVE– THAT WAS– HOW DID YOU– HOW COULD YOU!? YOU COULD GET HURT, VERY VERY HURT (Y/N)!” You felt as if you could boil him with the look you have him.
“I AM MORE THAN CAPABLE OF TAKING CARE OF MYSELF, MAXIMOFF! WHAT YOU DID BACK THERE– YOU FUCKING– YOU ARE A BLITHERING IDIOT! MY REPUTATION COULD BE FUCKING RUINED!” You screamed. Your throat was beginning to feel raw.
“SO THAT’S ALL YOU CARE ABOUT? YOUR FUCKING REPUTATION!?” He screeched back at you.
“I– I GREW UP HERE! I KNOW THESE PEOPLE! THIS IS WHAT WE DO, WHO WE ARE! ITS A PART OF ME! YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT BARGING IN LIKE THAT!” You were now standing on the balls of your feet and dangerously close to his face. Steve had been standing awkwardly in the doorway, and watched as you stormed towards him. He tensed as you grabbed your backpack from him and snarled a poisonously sarcastic “thanks” at him. You stormed across the street and up through the L to the 6 train to make your way back to Manhattan. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and a heart wrenching sadness as you gripped the pole in front of you until you felt the tape around your hands become taught enough to break stone. You felt sick.
Pietro stood fuming until you had left his line of sight. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked over at Steve, who had suddenly found interest in his shoes. Grabbing Steve’s arm, Pietro ran them back to the tower.
You fell on your bed and sighed, feeling exhausted. You hadn’t even had time to assess the damage done to your face properly until you had gotten strange looks from Thor and Clint. You had a shiner, a great big black eye forming and you felt it send dull pulses of an excruciating ache through your head and face. You were almost certain you had sprained your left wrist, and had plenty more additions for your ever growing collection of cuts and bruises, though none of them quite mirrored the pain you felt growing in your chest. You had brushed it off as anger, but had realised it to be so much more. You heard a quiet knock at your door.
"Fuck off Stark I’m not showing you my eye.“ You growled, picking up a shoe and hurling it as hard as you could at your door.
"It’s not Ton– wait, what the fuck happened to your eye?” A heavily accented voice wafted anxiously from behind the door.
"Jarvis.. Open the door.“ You muttered into your pillow. The door slid open and Pietro sped to your side with a steaming cup of chamomile tea.
"I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t ha– Christ all mighty (Y/N)! That wasn’t there before..” Pietro’s cool fingers lifted your chin up and ghosted over the purple bruise left over your right eye. You winced.
“Yeah.. I noticed it earlier.. Rather Birdbrain and Goldie Locks did.. I was late to the party..” You muttered sarcastically.
"Listen, (Y/N).. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted like such a.. Such a–“
"Like such a prick?” You smirked, moving to sit up. You winced at the attack of aches and pains on your joints. Pietro grinned.
"You’re not exactly innocent either, Rocky.“ You laughed.
"Okay, okay fine. I’m sorry for getting in your face.. And er.. Thank you..” You felt your face burning like hot coals. Pietro a hand found its way to your neck and yours on his chest. You had both inched ever so slightly closer to each other.
“For what, пупсик?” A smile tugged at his lips.
"For caring.“ You cracked a grin and leaned in, pressing your lips against his. He reciprocated, his lips pushing against yours. It was soft, passionate. Everything you had hoped it would be. The kiss ebbed and flowed as you had both gotten more into it. Pietro had his arms now snaked around your waist, and yours tangled around his neck.
"Hey, (Y/N)?” Steve walked into your room, his face burning crimson when he saw you and Pietro, who had now stopped to look at him. He quickly spun on his heel and sputtered an awkward apology. You grinned, turning back to the silver haired man who held you so contently in his arms.
“So.. Care for a movie, Sonic?” He rolled his eyes playfully at your jest. He nodded and pulled you further into your bed. He buried his face in your neck. You both curled around each other, enjoying the silence as the two of you drifted off.
Sam sat in the waiting room of your dentist’s office
patiently, though cringing at the sounds of drills boring into teeth in the
rooms behind him, and coughing away the harsh scent of antiseptic that filled
his nostrils and stung at his throat. He
hated dental offices as much as Steve hated doctors, but when you had asked him
to come with you to this appointment, you had such a pleading look in your eyes
that he couldn’t say no despite his better judgement.
Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series, based off of ‘Mamma Mia!’)
Author’s Note: I made this one nice and long since you guys were so patient with me. Thank you guys for all of your feedback! It means a lot.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader