Marvel Fanfic

USA. Trying to be a writer. I got the coffee consumption part down.

[winterwarmachine]

I’m Back

Wow hey everyone. Been a while. Kinda lost track of this and gave up? I’m hoping I can really get back into writing, so I am back, and probably going to start slow. 

[ixrose]

#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

[urulokid]

#when is chris evans not steve rogers though

[stravaganza]

[an-other-people-deactivated2013]

#when casting is perfect I begin to wonder about Marvel #do they secretly grow these people on farms #let them loose on the world for a while to establish lives #and then cast them as the role they were grown for

[booksandwildthings]

I have

no idea

what you’re

talking about

[skeletoncl0set]

i do believe this is my fifth time reblogging this

[ilovewintersoldiersandsebastian]

apart form sebastian though he goes from this to this

[lastitalianwitcholdblog]

seb’s the weird cousin

[lovemarvel-trash]

@justaweirdthoughtstuff

[smthsmthurmum]

This is amazing oml

[i-is-surrounded-by-idjits]

Seb’s the fanboy they grew to connect with the audience

[itsanerdlife]

@snowyseba This explains everything!

[winterwarmachine]

this is so funny

[winterwarmachine]

Sleepless Nights - One

Summary: You, reader, are the niece of Tony Stark and live in the tower as a doctor and biochemical engineer, helping Bruce and Tony at times. When your insomnia starts getting worse, you find an interesting fix that results in the blossoming of a new relationship with Bucky Barnes.

Characters: Reader, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner (mentioned)

Word Count: 584 (kinda short, but this is my first fanfic anything)

Warnings: insomnia??, that's it

Pairings: Uncle!Tony x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader (eventual)

A/N: So this is my first writing that I’ve posted here on Tumblr. I really hope to get some feedback. Constructive criticism is wanted. I really want to improve, so don’t hesitate to let me know of any typos, things I should include/change. Thanks, and enjoy. :)

It was the third day in a row that you'd woken up this early. It wasn’t like you wanted to wake up every day at 3 in the morning, but your mind wouldn't stop shuffling through plans and ideas and you had to get to work or you'd sit there the whole night without a wink of sleep. Turning over in bed, the sheets now draping off the side onto the floor, your eyes groggily attempted to focus on the clock on your bedside table, that read 3:29. Considering you had only finished drawing up recent plans 2 hours before, this was the most sleep you’d gotten all week. Deciding you weren't sleepy enough to fall back asleep, you quietly made your way over to your desk, turning the lamp on quickly. Grabbing your bound notebook, filled with formulas and plans, and your glasses, you slowly opened the door to your room, padding softly down to the lab. Although you had entered quietly, the tower’s AI could obviously sense you. F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you loudly as you entered the room,

“Hello, Miss Stark.”

Putting on your glasses, you shushed her quickly.

“Quiet down F.R.I.D.A.Y., it’s late.”

“Actually Miss, it’s early.” she retorted, now at a lower volume.

Nodding your head with a smirk, you moved around the tables with your notebook, settling yourself at your usual perch. Situating your materials and pulling up the schematics you had been working on, you started your work, not focusing on anything else. Losing yourself in your work so much that it took Tony raising his voice, not to mention several hours later, to get your attention.

“Y/N! Hello? Earth to Y/N!” he shouted at you, holding a cup of coffee.

Startled and not at all having paid attention to the room, you realized that Bruce was also in the lab working.

“O-oh sorry. What’s up Tony?” you replied a little shaken, looking back to your work and accepting the cup of coffee from him.

“I went to wake you up this morning for breakfast, and you weren't in bed again,” he stated, acting like an overprotective dad. “What time did you go to bed?” he asked, squinting at you and taking a few steps closer.

“Uhh, I’m not exactly sure, so this might be like a rough esti-“

“What time Y/N?” he interrupted your rambling.

“Around 1 o’clock. I came down here at around 3:30,” you grumbled.

Shaking his head, he came closer to you, grabbing your shoulders and turning you to face him. You looked at your feet to avoid his piercing gaze, feeling bad for making him worry. Placing his fingers gingerly under your chin and tilting it up to his face, he made you look at him.

“Listen kid, I’m only looking out for you. You need to sleep.” He stated quietly.

Breaking from his hold, you turned to your notes and work, retorting to his claims.

“I understand, but I just can’t. There’s so much information running through my head and I have to work.” you sighed, turning around to face him again.

“Ok, well how about this then. Take a quick break. You go upstairs to the med bay and patch up the guys who came back from a mission and I’ll take a look at this. How does that sound?” he offered.

Nodding your head in agreement to his proposal, you made your way upstairs.