Many say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, that by a mere glance you can understand a person. But in Minnie's case, her eyes held visions of the future. What she saw as a divine blessing, others saw as a curse. She believed this for much of her life, as using it only caused her pain. Being shipped off to a mental institute made her believe what she was told, that she was crazy. Tommy Degrasse was her only light in the darkness, a bitter man with a booze problem and just enough kindness to make her stay. After being released, she joins Tommy and his traveling band of misfit musicians. They land in Brooklyn, a town nothing like her home of fields and cows. But, it was different in a good way. There she meets two men who become her closest of friends, James Barnes and Steve Rogers. But her visions start up again,showing an incoming danger she can't seem to ignore. Only Minnie isn't sure whether she should believe them or not. - Steve Rogers x fem! Oc

• James leaned in to her ear "you're trouble Celeste Song" he pulled back and looked at her dead in the eye. She picked up her glass and took a sip of the martini "Oh babe, you have no idea" • Let me introduce you to Celeste Song. A little redhead from the UK moved over to Brooklyn. She works and spends most of her time with her best friend, Steve. She meets Steve's best friend, you guessed it, James. ------------------------------------------------------ This story is 18+ so please respect the adult content and age restrictions. A little warning right here, this contains: Alcohol use Smut Rough sex Swearing Drug use Violence Kink's Marvel characters do not belong to me, Celeste and Jas do. Based loosely around a good friend of mine - wild and brash.

❝Zariah Petrova wasn't like the others.❞ ❝She was different.❞ Following the defection of Natasha Romanoff, the Red Room conspired a way to create a new top student. A perfect weapon in the form of a little red-headed girl. But Natasha had thought she'd wiped out the Red Room, erased it from existence when she'd converted to SHEILD. Yet now her replacement emerges and she's forced to confront a past she'd long since tried to bury. Zariah is a machine, a heartless killer without remorse. Natasha is simply trying to do better in this world, make up for all of the lives she's taken. How will the two hold up when their conflicting interests are forced to collide? Will they make it out to the light on the other end? Or both fall victim to the nightmares that plague their mind, of a place long hidden in the shadows? Welcome to the panic room.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐." ✫-✩-✫ "That's private." I snatched the red lip printed diary out of his hand as I turned around quickly to look down at the page he was reading, and once I locked my gaze onto that page I knew I was for sure fucked. "You weren't supposed to read that." This can't actually be fucking happening to me. "Never in a million years have I ever expected to be written about in a such...inappropriate act. " He said with widened eyes and raised brows as he looked directly at the back of my head. "Especially when it's about me and my best friend's daughter." 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒚: Wicked Mind-Bianca Mov

𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐱𝐢𝐚; 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧; 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༄ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐀 had learned early how to disappear. Not just into shadows, but into herself- into silence, into stillness, into the spaces between who she was and who they made her become. She moved quietly through the world, never leaving more than a breath behind. Most people never noticed her. The ones who did never looked twice. At night, the dreams returned. Fragments, half-formed. A hallway bathed in red light. Snow falling without sound. And sometimes-briefly- a man with a metal arm who never said a word, but always seemed to be waiting. She didn't know his name. Didn't know why she remembered him, or if it was even a memory at all. But something lingered. A feeling she hadn't chosen. A pull she couldn't ignore. 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐀 was not chasing answers. She was following the quiet rhythm of something older, something buried, something that had always known its way back. ༄ marvel cinematic universe. oc x bucky barnes. slow burn. ON HOLD until ??? playlist on spotify @tesherplaylists

She was born of the sun. Born of pure light, she lit up the midnight sky in an array of golden fireworks with each one of her cries. She was pure golden, so radiant that she shone just as the sun did. She roamed the Earth alone, forever destined to be just that. Alone. Where others saw a gift, Sól saw a curse. All she wanted was to see her dear sister once more, but not even death could grant her that wish. He was born of the moon. Born of the radiant moonlight, that lights the way in the dark. He was not pure, nor radiant, but he lit up the sky in speckles of warmth. Steady, scarred, and hidden by the night. He roamed the Earth alone, forever destined to be just that. Alone. Their fates were tied together by a string, light and dark. For even though they were apart, they were connected. However, when the sun rises the night is burned away. When the sun sleeps, the night lights up the sky in an inescapable darkness. The sun can feel the night's coldness, which cools her fiery soul. The night can feel the sun's warmth, which warms his cold heart. When they collided, the world lit up in a solar eclipse. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "Cattle die, Friends die, So, too, must you die. I know one, That never dies, Judgement of a dead man's life" .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. B.Barnes x f!oc I do not own any of the marvel characters or plot, I only own my oc and her story

"So, uh, I'm sorry again. I would really like it if we could start over." She blinked a few times in silence, like her mind was racing to catch up with his words. When she didn't respond, Steve tried to clarify for her apparent confusion. "Uh...friends?" Her mouth formed an o shape, seeming to now understand. She was the most confusing person he had ever met, she was obviously smart with her high status in shield. But, she had no smarts when it came to social interaction. "Okay, sure. I won't hold it against you, people tend to avoid the unknown and scary. You did it, the government does it, that guy on the fourth floor with the receding hairline does it. Just don't act too patriotic around me and we'll get along, 'kay?" And with that, Nayeli closed her apartment door leaving Steve staring at her star sticker. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* If you asked Steve what he was more scared of, teenagers or another alien invasion he would reply another alien invasion. Before Natasha would chime in that it was most definitely teenagers. So when eighteen year old Nayeli Dovebar joins SHIELD as a technical analyst, he goes to great lengths in avoiding the terrifying glitter obsessed fashionista. But, she catches on to his little predicament. So when fear turns into friendship, Steve Natasha and Nayeli are in for the ride of their lives. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* I do not own any of the marvel characters nor their plot I only own Nayeli and her plot <3 Pre-Winter Soldier ✓ Winter Soldier ✓ Pre-Age of Ultron ✓ Age of Ultron ✓ Pre-Civil War ✓ Civil War ✓ Pre-Infinity War ✓ Infinity War ✓ End Game ✓ Pre-TFATWS Pietro Maximoff x f!oc

── . ᢉ𐭩 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 (𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏) - 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 _______________________________________ - 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤? ❤︎ this was all supposed to 𝙣𝙤𝙩 happen. She wasn't supposed to meet them while she was still in school; especially med school. Let alone find out that all 16 of them hate her. But I guess fate has always had a mind of its own.. ____________________________________ - 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪? ꩜ They 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 believe it, they thought they were finally complete, this girl was just going to put everyone in danger again, but they just had to remember, Just because fate put 𝙝𝙚𝙧 with 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 doesn't mean that they are meant to be.

Mature 18+ (SMUT) The year is 1944 and Eloise reluctantly follows along on a double date with her friend Peggy. When she meets Bucky, she quickly decides that she refuses to fall to his charms and does everything in her power to push him away. As the two of them struggle to find middle ground, things take an unexpected turn when they come to an agreement. They agree to open up to each other based on one simple notion: They will never see each other after tonight. TW mental health and suicide