Truth or Dare- Joker x Reader by Supernova750, literature
Literature
Truth or Dare- Joker x Reader
"Well [f/n], the question is..." the man trailed off, a wide, deranged grin on his face as he circled you, "Truth or Dare?"
You smirked, a smooth, sultry expression, "Truth."
"Oh come on, you're so boring!" the Joker whined, mussing his hands through his lanky green hair. "Why must you choose Truth when Dare can be so much more interesting?"
"Is that your question?" you inquired, raising a playful eyebrow. "Because if you had any better ideas, now you've missed your chance."
The psychopath scowled but nodded, "Fine. Answer, now."
Your smirk widened as you rolled your head around your shoulders, cracking your neck as you replied lazily, "I cho
Leo Fitz x reader Pregnant by BuckyBucks, literature
Literature
Leo Fitz x reader Pregnant
Leo Fitz x reader (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)
I was lying on my belly on my bed in the bus, it wasn't an actual bus it was a plane piloted by the most lethal and tough woman on the planet, Melinda May. I was watching Doctor Who, my favourite series.
“Hey (y/n) are you hungry?” A Scottish accent says by the door, it's Leo Fitz, my very secret boyfriend. Nobody knows about us, to the rest of the bus we're only good friends but whenever we're alone it gets a little more physical. He smiles at me and sits next to me with his jam sandwich. He offers me a bite, which I decline. Since a few days, I really can't eat anything, whenever I do
Bucky x Reader - Healing by Wafflez-xX, literature
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Bucky x Reader - Healing
Bucky x Reader - Healing
You’ve been in the hospital often lately. And when you did get out of it, you’d find yourself back in it within a week or two… There wasn’t anything you could do about it though. You had suffered from a car accident where a piece of metal had lodged itself into your vital organs. You were operated and taken care of but you hadn’t recovered completely yet.
But thank god you were home, even if it wouldn’t last long enough, you were still grateful. And glad his arms were around you as you both laid beneath the blanket, cuddling on the couch. Well, were cuddling seeing as Bucky had f
Seth x reader
| | Sweet Mornings: : : . . .
Seth slowly opened the door, only to find _____ in the covers of their bed, her head hidden in the biggest pillow. He assumed she was asleep. He took his pajama shirt off and slippers, and crawled in bed next to her, slowly as to not wake her up. She stirred a bit at first, enough to pull her face out of the pillow and mumble something inaudible. Seth chuckled a bit in order not to wake her and gently pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering a bit for a moment.
To his surprise, the woman had not woken up to the touch. He took this opportunity and decided to play with her hair, running his finge
Toy Soldiers (Winter Soldier x Reader) Prologue by mazzafeme147, literature
Literature
Toy Soldiers (Winter Soldier x Reader) Prologue
Prologue (2 months ago)
It was three months after the attack on S.H.I.E.L.D., when all their files and information had been dumped onto the net, and Hydra had been revealed. It had been three months since S.H.I.E.L.D. had been destroyed, Fury had been killed, and his trusted agents had scattered.
People were starting to recover from the attack, spending more time outside, starting to restore the damaged buildings, and putting back together the pieces of their lives.
You walked quickly through the park, keeping your head high, trying to enjoy the nice weather. Other people walked by, deep in conversation or enjoying the hot spring day. It w
Time's Quite Cruel (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by FizzabelleLuna64, literature
Literature
Time's Quite Cruel (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
One second before, you were standing in a grimy alleyway, staring up at the blue sky smeared with wispy clouds.
The next, the sky was an onyx color, dotted with stars, the two garbage cans beside you smelling horrendous.
One second before, It was 3:56 P.M.
The next, it was 8:30 P.M.
I should clarify, it had been 3:56 P.M., (Month) (Day), 2015. Now it was 8:30 P.M., December 21, 1943.
You hurried out of the alley, scanning the street across from you. Spotting your destination, you jaywalked across and stood underneath a glowing streetlamp for a minute.
'Okay, this will be nothing like last time. No modern slang, don't say you're a time trave