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Hi! Can you please create a Masterlist since I am finding it quite difficult to see all of your Avengers fanfic parts. Thank you!

yes ofc! sorry i haven’t responded sooner!

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Faded Red

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (college au!)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warning: cursing, fluff, an itty bitty bit of angst, and mentions of sex

for @starksparker writing contest

Summary: Peter’s beginning to wonder if he ever actually loved the color red, or if he just loved you in it. this is very loosely based on the song ‘t-shirt’ by gnash

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Spider-Man: Far From Home interviews but its only yelling and chaotic energy

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Quill: so yeah, 70s and 80s music is the greatest of all time, no doubt about it, no other decade can match it

Carol: *walks past with her 90s soundtrack blasting ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth*

Quill:

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Stained [p.p.]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Angst, blood, gore, violence

Prompt:

“I need you to listen, okay? It’s not your fault.” 

Summary: Freak accidents are just that, random, unknown, and sudden 

A/N: This is for @gab-spidey  ‘s 2k writing celebration! Reminder that this is the LAST one-shot to interact with before I remove you from my tag list! If you like/reblog/comment from another blog, just lemme know!

Masterlist

Thumping. 

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This is AMAZING! 😍

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*morgan talking about her family on a school presentation*

this is my mom, a boss™️, and this is my dad, iron man™️, and this is my space big sister nebula, and this is her big sister gamora, they have a ship and a super cool tree friend and talking raccoon, and this is my big brother harley, and this is my younger big brother peter, they are really smart, as i am of course, i am a stark™️, and this is my uncle happy, he likes this old show he watches in tv because he thinks it’s elegant, i think it’s boring; this is my uncle rhodey, he’s military royalty and has a super cool suit like my daddy’s, this is my aunt may, she’s super sweet and italian and it’s my brothers aunt, this is my aunt carol, she glows and has a cat who i love and this is also my uncle nicky, i don’t know how he lost his eye, but he likes aunt carol’s cat a lot; anyway-”

pepper doesn’t know how to explain the teacher and parents in the classroom

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I’m happy that endgame passed titanic, next up is Avatar.

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Happy New Year!!!

i wish you all an amazing 2019(hopefully it’s way better than 2018)! please please please remember that you are amazing, talented, strong, courageous, and overall OUTSTANDING. please take the time this year to learn to love yourself and live fully. once again happy new year!

with love, grace

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Proving a point to my parents

reblog if the why don’t we boys are more than just pretty faces.

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Avengers Fic-1

A hissing noise, metal groaning, a bright light, and a voice. “Wake her up and prep her. If the other one can’t deliver, this one can.”

Hands grab her and pull her out, the room is hot compared to her frozen casket. She’s sat down in a chair and strapped down. A man drags a stool over and sits in front of her. The lights are too bright and her head is pounding. “I never thought I’d see you. The reports and research I’ve read have told me a great deal about your abilities.”

She struggles to focus on him. “Teleportation and mind reading, fascinating. So good you were your own kill squad-” He pauses and looks at her “- You have no idea the lengths I’ve gone to get a hold of you.”

Her head rolls to the side and she squeezes her eyes shut and opens them. “Zola praised you a lot in his reports, said you were ‘magnificent’. I hope you don’t disappoint.” 

“W-who are you? What do you want?” Her voice is hoarse and sounds foreign.

“Name’s Pierce, and you’re gonna finish what the other one couldn’t,” He stands up and walks to the door while adjusting his suit. 

“Wipe her and get her ready, I have to go meet with the World Security Council,” The door slams shut behind him and the guards move toward her.

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(At World Security Council)

Pierce lifts his wrist to his mouth, “Send her out.” He murmurs.

“You know, there was a time where I would have taken a bullet for you.” Fury stands with his back to Pierce looking out the window.

“You already did, you will again-” He’s cut off when Natasha drops to the floor. 

Two shots ring out and he flys backward into the glass wall, ending up sprawled on the floor, blood already seeping into his shirt. Fury hurries over to Natasha and urges her to wake up. He helps her to her feet and they turn to leave, a rasping cough stops them, “You’re too late, sh-she’s coming, and you won’t be able to stop her.”

Fury walks over to him and grips his collar, “Who? Who’s coming?”

Pierce looks at the ceiling. “Hail Hydra.” He pushes out, and goes limp.

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He jolts awake, soaking wet, next to the Potomac. A helicarrier smolders in the river, chunks of metal stick out of the water. His shield is gone and so is Bucky. A set of footprints is in the mud next to him.

He pulled me out?

He lays back down in the mud and watches the smoke rise, a voice in his ear, “An emergency dispatch is on their way.” Natasha.

He takes another look at the footprints before his eyes close and he drifts off. 

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He wakes in a hospital bed, Marvin Gaye playing, and Sam next to him. “On your left.” He croaks.

Sam looks up and gives him a small smile. There’s a soft knock at the door and Fury and Nat enter. “How are you?” Fury asks.

“Good.”

“Look, I know it’s a little early to be asking, but before Pierce died he mentioned someone, said “she’s coming” and “we won’t be able to stop her”. Any idea who that could be?”

“No, I-I don’t.” 

“Bucky never mentioned anyone to you?”

“We didn’t do much talking,” He gestures to the bruises on his face.

Fury nods his head. An hour later the three of them leave, and he’s left staring at the ceiling in the dark. He lied to Fury earlier, there was one person he could think of, someone Bucky mentioned, but she’d be long dead...right?

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Avengers Fic Prologue

Block. Hit. Vanish. Reappear. Swing. Disable. “Very good. Again.”

Block. Hit. Vanish. Reappear. Duck. Jump. Swing. Jab. Disable. “Again!”

Jab. Jab. Disable. “Stop!”

Her arm froze mid swing, blood dripping from her opponent’s mouth. His chest heaved and his body was pinned to the concrete ground with her knee. Footsteps sounded behind her and stopped at her side, “Finish him.”  

A gun was held out to her, she took it without hesitation, not wanting to know what would happen if she waited. Gripping it in her hand she held it between his eyes and pulled the trigger. Blood pooled at her feet and the room echoed with the bang. “This! This is what happens to the weak! To those who cannot fight! Very good soldier.”

She stood up and returned the gun, back straight with her arms pinned to her side. “ Славься, Гидра!” (hail hydra) 

A chorus of “Славься, Гидра”s filled the room, but her mouth remained shut, it didn’t go unnoticed. The man turned to her and stepped closer, his face inches from hers. “Славься, Гидра!” His spit landed on her face and his eyes narrowed.  

She willed herself to open her mouth. “Славься, Гидра!” She screamed.  

“Take them back to their cells-” He looked at the floor- “you. Wait.”

No, no, no.

When the others were finally gone, he turned to face her. “It has not gone unnoticed, солдат, that you possess a greater, skill, than the others. We’ve decided that you are to help train our new recruits. We want them faster, stronger, smarter, better. Am I clear?”

She nods her head. “You start tomorrow-” he looks at the two remaining guards. “-Wipe her.”

They grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out of the room. She’s shoved into a chair and her arms and legs are locked in. Something’s placed in her mouth and they start. 

It’s done. Her limbs are freed and she sits, rigid in the chair, ready for orders. 

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They had heard whisperings of a thing so foul, so far gone, that it chilled them to the bone. They were just children’s stories of course, of a hunter who came in the night and left bodies in her wake. Who took down whole countries in one night and burned governments to the ground. There was a time, it was rumored that she was like them, homeless, starving. One where she could be controlled, but that time was long gone. Now her legend sparked fear in the eyes of it’s listeners. She was deadly, she was ruthless, she was a monster, and they called her death.

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Natasha Romanoff

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Art

6 chadwick boseman icons

reblog/like if you use/save, or if you just like them :)

note: i do not own these photos. credit goes to the rightful owners. edit done by me.

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Stan Lee

Rest In Peace to the man who helped bring us the characters we love so much today. You have done amazing things in your life and made so many people happy. Father of Marvel, you’ll be missed.❤️❤️❤️

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UGHHH MY HEART

4 times you cursed Peter Parker (and 1 time you cursed him again)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k (wow 0 to 100 real fast bro)

Warnings: Lil bit of language, description of an almost assault, teenage crap, you know the drill

A/N: This feels quite rusty, and I’m sure you’ll be able to notice that it is! My first little bit of writing since the break, my first time properly writing Spidey and you can really tell I think! Ohhh dear. But, I hope you kind of like it anyway, please do let me know either way. If you’re a teen, this one’s for you and if you’re not then I hope you can read this and cast your mind back to your teen angst days. Lotta love to y’all <3

MASTERLIST

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You were sat in the common room, earphones in, scribbling away on notecard after notecard. You had a presentation next period that you hadn’t exactly finished just yet, despite the late hour. You’d been busy the night before with the work you’d handed to your teacher last period and by the time you’d finished that, your eyes were closing and you couldn’t manage to finish the presentation.

Now you were using every last second of your free period to get this shit done.

There were two ripped up notecards in pieces on the floor next to your chair. When you’d torn them to shreds minutes before with an animalistic growl, you’d been met with some amused and some concerned looks from your friends but they all quickly looked back down at their work when you shot them a glare.

“She’s mental today, guys, don’t try anything,” you heard MJ whisper but it didn’t bother you all that much. She was right after all. This presentation, whilst not all that important in the grand scheme of things, was important to you, as someone who wasn’t all that comfortable with presentations. You wanted to get this right, needed to. You were past the age of avoiding it and not yet the age of bossing it. You just needed to get through.

You heard the door behind you open and close, shuffling footsteps enter the common room. You didn’t pay much attention to them, hand cramping from the ferocity of your writing. Until…

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The Price We Pay | Chapter 1

Summary: A one night stand was all it took for your entire life to change. You’re shoved into unknown territory, agreeing to fake date the prince long enough for his parents and the media to get off of his back only there are a few issues… one of them being that you really can’t stand each other.

Series Masterlist | Wattpad

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: Mentions of a one night stand & semi-sexual content

A/N: The prologue is really important to the plot so uhh maybe go read that first!!! I’m so excited for this, please remember to send asks and comments because they keep me motivated! 

The sheets beside you were anything but empty, in fact, an entire body lay there– just as naked as you were.

His brown curls were tousled over his forehead brown eyes stuck in a daze. He looked amazing post sex and you were sure you looked a wreck but still– you both wore matching smiles, giggles spilling from your lips whether it was from the alcohol that still lingered in your system or the fact that you felt as if you were floating on cloud nine. But it was a very sweaty cloud nine at that.

“That was…” You trail off, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom. 

“Amazing?” He replies for you with a thick British accent. His voice was raspier then you remembered, and you only just noticed the lipstick marks that trailed down his neck. Tom felt free, he felt euphoric and he wasn’t sure he wanted things to change.

Laughs erupt from your lips that were now bare, lipstick smudged on either side but you didn’t realise until much later when you popped away to the bathroom. A warm shower was exactly what you craved. 

“Spectacular.”

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