Ever wondered how it would be like if you were a character in a Marvel movie/TV show? Ever wondered what it was like to date or be best friends with a Marvel character? Ever wondered what is was like to just be one of them? Look no further. - For female readers (sorry boys) - - Every character belongs to Marvel -

Requests are closed Included: • Steve Rogers || Captain America • Tony Stark || Iron Man • Bruce Banner || The Hulk • Clint Barton || Hawkeye • Loki Laufeyson • Pietro Maximoff || Quicksilver • Bucky Barnes || The Winter Solider • Wanda Maximoff || Scarlet Witch •Natasha Romanoff || Black Widow • Thor Odinson (upon request/occasionally) • Peter Parker || Spider-Man (upon request/occasionally) • Peter Quill || Starlord (upon request/occasionally) • Scott Lang || Antman (upon request/occasionally) *No m/m, sorry* { #194 in fanfiction}

Just a collection of little random stories I happen to think about, majority reader inserts. - Part 2 is up!

This is book filled with Marvel fan fiction tidbits. There will be anything from normal fan fictions, one shots, song fics, preferences and imagines. For the variation of types of story type things in here I will use characters from practically any form of Marvel media (Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic 4, Agents of SHIELD, etc.) . If you would like an imagine, or one shot then comment or PM me, or if you have any ideas for anything then do the same.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018