Wash Day

Steve Roger’s x Poc reader

You screamed in frustration, struggling to pull your wet brush through the curls at the crown of your head. The water from the shower head rushed over your shoulders almost in consolation. You thought your hair could wait a few extra days - the past week at work was hellish, leaving no time for a good hair wash.

Apparently you thought wrong as you approached two hours of detangling in the shower. You wanted to cry and thoughts of shaving your head entered your mind when you heard a knock at the door.

“You alright baby? I heard you scream.” Steve’s voice reached your ears. You sighed, “I’m alright. Just frustrated.” A silence fell.

“Mind if I come in?”

Steve was the sweetest and he’d do anything for you, you knew this. But was he prepared for the mess that was your hair? You tried once more to get the detangler through your roots. The brush was stuck. Your answer was clear.

“Please come help me,” your words of defeat welcomed Steve into your tiny bathroom. He tentatively opened the door, peeking at you from behind it before fully emerging. He blinked at you in confusion.

“What’s the matter honey?” His voice was soft. You simply pointed at the brush stuck in your hair, dropping your chin so he could fully see the tangles. “I can’t do it anymore. My arms are tired.”

He chuckled. “May I?” You only nodded. He gently freed the brush and ever-so carefully began to detangle your matted ends, running his fingers through and following with the brush.

It wasn’t Steve’s first rodeo. He’d helped you on many of your wash days when the hair gods simply would not shine light upon you. He hummed, happily helping you detangle and define.

You spent the rest of your day in the bathroom, handing Steve conditioners and combs and feeling his delicate hands in your curls.

“All done?” He asked after the last leave-in was used and the last section was combed through. “Mhm all done.” You stood, stepping out of the tub to look in the mirror. Your hair was bouncy, soft, and beautiful thanks to your sweet boyfriend. You felt a weight leave your shoulders and you turned, draping your arms around Steve so you could kiss him. He laughed, squeezing your body close.

Sparring Partners

Bucky Barnes x reader

“Hey sweetheart,” a smooth voice, thick with emotion, drifted over your shoulder. His shadow covered your body and you breathed in his familiar scent.

“James Buchanan Barnes. Good to see you finally made it to the gym,” you turned, giving the former winter soldier a smile. His chuckle made your ears heat up. “I was here this morning. Where were you, beautiful?”

You scoffed. “Flattery won’t save you from this beating.”

Predictable, slow, easily deflected - Bucky was always teasing you for your fighting style. So when you challenged him to a sparring match, the man had to try his best not to laugh. You, on the other hand, were more determined than ever. This fight was yours.

“So,” he began wrapping his flesh hand, “no handicaps? You want the metal arm off to make it easier?” His joking tone was driving you up the wall. All you wanted was to show this pretty boy that you were as strong as any Avenger, and that thought alone kept your jaw from clenching.

You chuckled back, keeping your expression calm. “I can handle some metal.” You stared, watching his fingers work, until he was finally done and ready to take you on.

You stepped onto the mat, bouncing on the balls of your feet. He walked forward, shoulders squared and stance wide. You brought your fists up to your face and waited, studying.

He lunged forward throwing two quick punches. You side-stepped, throwing your back leg into his chest. His hands came down lightning fast, grabbing you by the knee. He laughed.

“Still so predictable, dollface.”

Your jaw worked in frustration as you attempted to maintain balance on one leg. Bucky could almost hear the wheels turning. He thought back to all the time you both spent on these mats, sparring until bruises formed. Recently he had been worried. You were spending less and less time in the gym with him, making him think his teasing had landed one too many blows.

Little did Bucky know but you were spending your time with another Avenger on the mats.

An idea finally came to mind and you braced yourself, taking in a strong breath before launching off your free leg and wrapping your thighs around Bucky’s neck. He hit the mat in shock, releasing your knee and giving you more leverage to choke the massive man out.

You squeezed your legs together with all your strength as your sparring partner tried to escape your hold. Finally, you felt the two taps of victory on your thigh and you released Bucky from his cage, coughing and sputtering in irritation.

“That’s a Widow move!” He gasped in surprise. “Yep.” You let the word pop, unable to contain your smile. You skipped over to your gym bag and gleefully unwrapped your knuckles, basking in the irritated gaze of Bucky Barnes.

“You cheater,” he whispered.

“Sore loser, huh champ?” You smiled, tossing the bag over your shoulder and sauntering out of the gym.

Catch me if you can

Miles Morales x reader

It’s not everyday that someone steals from Spiderman.

It’s not everyday that someone steals from Spiderman and manages to get away.

It’s not everyday that someone steals from Spiderman, gets away, and leads the hero on a chase across New York City.

But here you were.

Happy Tuesday.

“Hey! Give it back already!” Spiderman’s light voice flew past your ear along with his swinging body.

“Make me!” You taunted and turned a corner, laughing at his exclamations as he barely stopped himself from slamming into a wall.

“Why do you want my web shooter anyway?” His voice was above now. You looked up to see the red and black suit jogging on the side of a building, parallel to the ground.

Of course he could stick to the side of buildings. You picked up the pace yelling, “finders keepers!” over your shoulder. 

Spiderman, who was far too focused on your sarcastic words and sprinting figure, ran out of building. He let out a small scream when he found himself falling, and a louder scream when he tried to shoot a web with his right hand only to find he was still falling. Adapting to using one web shooter was more of a struggle than he could’ve imagined. He was beyond irritated now and was more determined than ever to catch the thief.

“You didn’t find it! You swiped it off me!” He caught up to you, clumsily slinging his body through space with one arm. You were panting hard, barely able to answer back. 

“So?”

You were going to drive him crazy. Insane. Completamente loco.

“So? So?! What do you mean, so?! So give it back! It’s mine!” He swung faster. He could almost reach you if he just-

“Catch me if you can!”

You turned another corner and followed a group of men into an office building. Spiderman was left, once again, floundering in mid air, unable to complete the sharp turn. He cursed beneath his breath, carefully finding the ground and running after you.

Hi! I’m Vit, and I’m writing a novel. If you are/know a black trans woman that would be willing to give me a few minutes of her time to act as a sensitivity reader/advisor for a scene, please hit me up!

I’M WRITING A NEW BOOK!!!

Theme: dark academia

Genre: mystery/thriller/supernatural/paranormal/old magic/murder mystery.

Link to it is on my account.

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Wanna notsay reader is poc or chubby in the warnings section anymore, just let people just be jumpscared with some brutally obnoxious coded reader halfway through.

Gone are the days of “you blushed bright red”, “he grabs your small waist” and “he sucks your pink nipples” smacking you in the face.

It’s 2022 bestie, time to be hit with “your beautiful deep mahogany skin”, “he kisses your dark pussy lips” and “he kneads your soft rolls” hehe jk… unless?? (˵ ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o˵)