Best rank: #1 in Action! Included in Action's Featured List! Amelia Reyes has been raised within an orphanage her entire life, but she just recently broke free of their grasp. The men who raised her taught her the skills of a street fighter. They taught her to take pain. They taught her how to survive. They taught her to give no mercy. They showed her pain. They gave her the 564 that is engraved on her wrist. But that 564 is a reminder. A reminder of love, of mercy, of hope. They took her innocence and her freedom, but they did not take the fire in her heart. ______________________________________________________________________ Thanks to @captainmarvel165 for designing this beautiful cover, and thanks to @LeagueofGraphics who featured it in their book and for everything they helped with for this wonderful piece of art! © 2015-2016 Katherine Hinchley (Wattpad user -MidnightStories-) All Right Reserved. No parts of this story may be transmitted/plagiarized/copied through any means without the prior written consent of the author. Nor should any part of this publication be reproduced, modified, adapted, or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author. If you see a book similar or a copy of mine, please contact me via PM. _____________________________________________________________________ The pictures used throughout the story are not mine and all rights go to the owner/maker of the images.

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

A mute!siren!Bucky and skinny!Steve AU. You can find this story on AO3 and FF.net Rated T for some descriptions of violence and gore.

When Steve finds Bucky homeless in an alley near his home, their whole world changes.

Trying not to love the Captain was like trying to make your heart stop beating, you could do it, but then there was no life after that. Trying to find the soldier was like the Captain's own separate war, by the end of it he wasn't sure if he'd be the same man, but it would be worth it to save others, to save the soldier. It would seem a coffee shop may just serve the shot that they both need.

Bucky has feelings for Steve. And that's to say the least. He's hopelessly in love with his best friend. And his best friend is hopelessly in love with Sharon Carter. Bucky tries to live a normal life. Well, as normal as he can get, for being best friend's with Captain America and previously being an assassin himself. He tries to share an apartment with Steve without taking it top personal that Steve is in love with a woman. However, his best intentions always seem to fail him. . .

On your seventh birthday, a set of numbers appear on your right wrist. These numbers represent the minutes until you meet your soulmate. James "Bucky" Barnes often gets ridiculed because his numbers are so high. All around him, people are meeting their soulmates, while he still has several years until he meets his. Meanwhile, Lexi Thomas' numbers are within a perfectly normal range. However, the timing couldn't be worse for these two people to meet their soulmates. Despite the wrong timing, they both know deep down, that once they do meet their soulmates, everything will be okay. - NOTE: I don't own anything Marvel. However, I do own my character Lexi Thomas and the plot line of this book.

Charlotte Rogers had always been close to her older brother, Steve, and his best friend, Bucky. But what will the two men do when Charlotte disappears right in front of them? Will they ever see her again? What would she be like if they did? Find out by reading Save Me - a Bucky Barnes story - Note: I do not own anything Marvel. I do, however, own Charlotte Rogers and the plot line of this book.

Even though his body is failing him, and he may be a little too persistent, he goes through with a crazy idea and becomes the powerful super soldier the world comes to know as Captain America. Through it all, there's one woman who's there for him, regardless of the earthshaking events going on around them. Sassy Brooklynite Agent Charlotte "Lottie" Rollins may not have superpowers, but there's two things she can be absolutely sure of: Steve Rogers is and will always be the one man who is forever covering her six, twelve, and everything else in between. And she loves him, whether he knows it or not.

her name was blurryface and she cared what he thought. his name was tyler and he loved her a lot. 🎼 good!blurryface au :) 🎼 votes & comments appreciated 🎼 © _ghostinthemachine_