As an eighteen year old girl in Brooklyn, New York in the 1930's, falling pregnant unplanned is not on your agenda. So when it happens, it's needless to say your world comes crashing down. You know it is going to change your life forever and at this point of course you think it will be for the worst, especially when everyone who you thought loved you and held you dear turns their backs on you. But there is one person left you can depend on. The person you would trust with your life. Your life long best friend, Bucky Barnes. Worried what everyone will think and ashamed of your increasingly not so little secret, Bucky stands by your side and is with you throughout what you think will be the biggest hardship of your life... little do you know that this is only the beginning. Keeping your secret and standing by your side when times get tough stirs up brand new kinds of feelings between the two of you. But it turns out that knowing Bucky Barnes comes with a price, and playing such a huge role in his life, can you handle being dragged so deeply into all that is to come? It's seems that whenever Bucky and you start to think you might finally be able to settle down together and start a relatively normal life something has to go wrong. And now with not just yourself to look out for is it worth the involvement? The bond between you two seems unbreakable after all you've gone through together but with fate seemingly determined to keep ruining your lives will something ultimately go so wrong that it just can't be fixed? I will put warnings at the beginnings of chapters for smut and triggers etc. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, these are just things I imagine!

You're a 25-year-old girl living in Brooklyn along with your childhood best friends Steve and Bucky, and you're working at the SSR with your cousin Peggy Carter. However, you wanted to be more than just a friend to Bucky, and what you didn't know was that he felt the same... You and Steve become America's golden duo after taking the super soldier serum and when destiny deals its cards you end up waking up 70 years later to a completely different New York along with Steve. How will everything work out when you find out that the love of your life who you thought dead is in fact alive? This story is going to follow the MCU's timeline for most part, and it will include the Avengers eventually. PS: I don't own any of the Marvel characters in this story, just doing this for fun. [Book cover made by Sardingus on instagram.]

(Y/N) (L/N) was a head strong girl with a bright future. She had such bright outlooks on her life, knowing exactly what she wanted form the world, but her plans came crashing down around her when her father used her as a political pawn between the Asgardians and her people, the Light Elves of Alfheim. She much now marry the wayward prince of Asgard, Loki, the god of mischief. - Cover Art Not Mine - Requests Open - Highest Rankings: #1 in characterxreader #1 in alfheim #1 in Asgard #1 in Lokixreader #1 in lokiofasgard #1 in Lokilaufeyson #1 in Odin #1 in Lokiodinson #1 is Asgardian #2 in Marvel #5 in Avengers #5 in Thor

[ LOKI x READER ] [ thor: ragnarok ] C O M P L E T E D ◇ ◇ ◇ When the god of mischief shows up uninvited to your home and asks you to check on his father, in a nursing home, you can't exactly say "no". Y/N Stark tells herself she didn't have a choice. But agreeing to help the trickster only launches her into an otherworldly adventure filled with new faces, war, and a weird, fluttery feeing in her stomach. Luckily, Y/N can handle herself. Right? ◇ ◇ ◇ BE ADVISED: story contains adult language and violence. This story is reader-insert BUT I own the OC of Y/N Stark; including her mannerism and powers. The scenes and situations in this book are owned by me (@winifredsmith) and Marvel.

"I thought you might like it," I spoke so softly I worried the wind had carried my words away, but Astarion faced me, one eyebrow quirked in curiosity. My gaze flickered over to him, then swiftly away. "You do like it, don't you?" "Yes, I do." There was a warmth there, in his voice. Not the melted chocolate, sun-warmed honey kind he could turn on and off at will, but something fonder. Clearer. Like the tinkling babbling of a stream and the rustling of leaves. "Good, then." An Astarion fic that begins the night he tries to feed from you. First person female reader. (Cross-posted on ao3) Cover Art By: DAISY XIE