Rebecca Finch hates telling stories. And in her family, they treasure story telling like second nature. But this year she is forced to go to the family reunion to tell a story that might make a little kid cry. When she takes a bus to Chicago, but accidentally falls asleep, she finds out that she... Missed her stop. Kicked out by the bus driver, she has nothing but the clothes on her back, a dead phone and twenty bucks. But that's when Jay, the optimistic hitchhiker that carries a bottomless backpack, stumbles into her path to join her on the adventure. Against her will, of course. With only two weeks until the reunion, the two travel across the country. Armed with only a frying pan, they join the circus, befriend a mob boss, get harassed by a perverted zebra, run away from the Men in Black, and steal a motorcycle only to get caught by the police for a whole different crime. After all the endless bickering, random trivia facts, and off-key singing, how will the two survive each other?

The curtain around the hospital bed slides open to reveal an African American man with warm eyes. He walks in with an easy smile and a white man steps in just behind him with dark blue eyes and near black brown waves that fall to his shoulders. The man behind him catches my eye, his eyes a bright blue with a crown of golden hair. Our eyes meet and his crystal blue ones widen. Déjà vu hits me like a truck and my mind bounces back to a fuzzy night a couple of months ago full of hard liquor. While I can't remember many things from that night, I do remember those blue eyes vividly. My lips pop open and a blush tints my cheeks as well as his. Oh, Jesus, I had a one-night stand with Captain America. Reagan Monroe was born with a gift she never wanted and hates to use now. She's isolated herself, but since life is relatively shit, trouble still manages to find her. After defending a kid from some goons, a certain group of superheroes finds her and it turns out she already knows one of them. And not in the most flattering of ways. *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS OR MARVEL IN ANY WAY. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE*

"Why aren't you worshipping me, mortal?" "Not interested. Thanks" ------------ Superpowers acquired after a horrible lab accident?... Check. Annoying, pain in the ass, but lovable, big brother?... Check. Joining a superhero team called the Avengers?... Alright. Fighting an alien army led by a rebellious, green color loving, mischievous God?... Sure. Falling for the guy your dad never shut up about?... Unexpected. The past coming back to haunt you?... Oh shit. ---- "Can you hit him with your knife?" "I believe the technical term is 'stab'." ------ "Yeah, that's what drew me in" Galilea smiled brightly as she stared into Steve's baby blue eyes "your natural awkward anxiety ridden charm" [First book] [Ohana. Book two] Completed 12/26/17

"Hold on!" He asks vehemently. "What do you want?" I ask, irritated. His blue eyes widen and still manage to shine in the dim moonlight, his dark, golden hair looking like a halo on his head. America's golden boy he is. He hesitates at my question, as if he doesn't even know himself. "Why don't you come back with me? I can get you some food, a warm bed, some clean clothes?" He offers kindly. I look at him skeptically. "Back where? Your ivory tower?" I sass. He presses his lips together before jumping to the other dumpster. "Look, I just want to help. It doesn't matter what the press says. They get a lot wrong anyway." He shoots a smile down at me to try and win me over. "Well, that's wonderfully patriotic of you," I hop down and start walking down the alley away from him. "but no thanks." I slip my thumbs under the straps of my backpack and clutch on. Steve Rogers appears next to me in seconds, walking with me. I create distance between us, making sure we don't touch. Before he opens his mouth, I stop us both, my temper flaring up. "Look, I have no interest in being your charity case. I don't want to be in the press, used as an example of how good the Avengers are, or any of that shit. I just want to be left alone!" I huff, pulling my backpack tighter against my back to resist punching Captain America. Steve's eyes go to my still bloody knuckles in the dim light and his eyebrows furrow even further. "Oh, dear god." I complain at seeing more concern on his face. Before he can put a gentle hand on my shoulder and give me a rousing speech about justice or something I kick him hard in the balls. As soon as he leans over I start sprinting. I reach another dumpster and jump on top of it, then leap to the nearest fire escape. Then, I'm on the roof and feel like I'm flying. Some people've gotta learn the hard way; not everyone wants to be saved. SEQUEL 'Into the Ring' IS UP NOW! *I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE.*

"Don't underestimate me, it could get you in a lot of trouble. Besides you don't know a single thing about my life. And let me tell you...it's both heaven and hell." Join Hitome Ichitaro on her wild, weird, and (possibly) romantic adventure with the beloved class 3-E and Durara crew! I admit I have been a terrible author by not updating. I've lost inspiration for this story. But never fear, I have a solution! I am going to rewrite this entire story then repost it. So for now I ask you to be patient a little while longer. Thank you for your patience and I promise to get back to you as soon as I can with the revised first chapter. Bye!

Marshall Lee x Reader high school AU~ It all started when the delinquent new kid Marshall Lee got assigned as my partner for a sex-ed project. And then he wouldn't leave me alone. And then I somehow ended up being his roommate. *will contain swearing and smutty-sexy-time 😉 so beware*