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Chapter 2

Summary: Y/n was rescued by Bucky when she was younger leading them to a beautiful friendship. But will the friendship evolve into something more with distance and time? Y/n is all grown up now and the boys are back from war. Will their longing hearts finally become one?

Warning: angst, eventual smut, talk of assault, fluff

Bucky and Steve were frozen like statues in front of you, staring openly in shock. You could feel the blush creeping up your neck to your face under their gaze.

“Why are you so shocked? I haven’t changed that much! Stevie’s the one who shot up 7 feet!” You exaggerate with a nervous giggle.

It was steve’s turn to blush bright red, and all of you burst into laughter.

“You’ve got me there y/n! But seriously, we weren’t expecting you to look so grown up. When we left you were still our little y/n. Now look at you!” Steve tried to reason.

“Says the tree standing in front of me! Need I remind you that when you left, I was taller than you by over a foot. Now you tower over me like a skyscraper!” You jokingly roll your eyes at him. The tense awkwardness leaving the air and you all feel normal again.

“Same old bunny, sassy as ever huh doll?” Bucky smiles at you and your heart melts. How can he hold even more sway over you that he did before? Because we thought we were gonna lose him everyday for 3 years the voice in your head snarks back.

“I’ve always got sass for my boys, who else is gonna knock sense into you two if not me? And maybe now that Stevie’s got a gal, she can held me out?” You playfully winked at Steve before leading them to their luggage.

As you all left the airport Steve told you more about Peggy, how she was brave and strong but also as insecure in relationships as Steve was, this being the first for both of them. You couldn’t wait to meet her next month, when she would be done visiting her own family.

Steve and y/n filled most of the conversation with stories about the howling commandos and your job at the book store around the corner from their place. Bucky’s silence going unnoticed as they walk up to their apartment.

The apartment had been just the boys’ home until they left for war. You had kept it nice and made sure that their bills were paid with the checks their sent. Finally last year when you where 17, they sent a letter for you to just move in. You were grown enough and practically living there already. When you lost your mother it just made sense to live in the home that reminded you of loved ones that were coming home, instead of a house full of memories of one that was lost forever.

*Bucky*

The apartment was a small 2 bed, 1 bath which in hindsight was now a problem. And that’s where Bucky’s mind went. Where was y/n gonna sleep? There are 2 rooms, 2 beds, and now 3 people. He wanted more than anything for her to sleep in his arms every night for the rest of their lives, but he couldn’t just say that. He didn’t want to scare his bunny.

Bucky and Steve both went to their separate rooms to unpack and y/n followed bucky. The moment he stepped into the room he was hit with her scent, coconut and vanilla covering the whole room.

Her stuff was perfectly combined with his throughout the room. The closet and dresser were each split down the middle. The book selves, the bed side table, even the shoes by the bedroom door, all had her belongings right next to his.

Bucky was high from the scene in front of him, the one thing he had been dreaming about for years. The room was their room, the bed that was once just his, she now slept in it too. This was finally their room, and he was determined to make it their life, permanently.

*y/n*

Unpacking, he remained silent while Y/n stood by the door watching him. She was waiting for him to tell her to grab her things, and to move to the couch or that he would be the one sleeping on it. She figured with them home she’d have to start her apartment hunt, there were some options she already had narrowed down. Not that she wanted to move, she wanted nothing more than to curl back up in that bed with bucky by her side every night. But she thought that that was the last thing he would want.

Bucky saw the ad on the nightstand, apartments circled in red, and picked it up. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You rushed to explain to bucky.

“I figured I needed to start looking, now that your room was occupied again.” You laugh weakly, trying to hold in the heartbreak.

“You don’t have to go anywhere Doll, this is our room, not just mine.” He looks you in the eyes, the blue depth swirling with emotion making you lose your breath. Your brows crease is confusion as you look at him hopefully.

He places his hand on your arm as he steps closer, his body pressing against your own. His other hand lifts your chin up to look into your eyes.

“I had you move in because I wanted you safe, wanted you home. And now that I have you here? Doll, you’re not going anywhere. Those dresses are going to stay in our closet, those heels are gonna stay by the door and your perfectly curvy ass is gonna sleep in our bed every night curled against me.” Bucky groaned into your ear between the kisses he trailed along your neck. You gasped his name while grinding into his caresses along your body.

“Tell me you’ll stay baby. Tell me you love me too.” Blue orbs looked at you full of love and desire.

“I love you.” You leaned into his waiting lips. “ I’m yours Jamie, I always have been.” You kiss him to convey all the longing, and the love you both had held back. In this moment the both of you agreed that all of the waiting and the war had been worth it. Because through it all you found each other.

Sweet Temptations

Summary: All her life Y/n had smelt nothing but blood, determined to ease the suffering of her soulmate she vowed to only surround herself with sweet scents. But what happens when a sexy thick thighed Space Viking walks through her door? 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU, some body shaming, talk of grief. 

Y/n had lived her whole life smelling scents that weren’t around her. She always thought she was crazy, or something was physically wrong with her, that was until the day her mother told her about soulmates. Everyone had a soulmate, and they were connected by one of the 6 senses, her parents had been connected by sight, so they had found each other relatively easy.

Others aren’t so lucky and get taste or, like you, smell. How were you supposed to find your other half on smell alone? Most scents were normal, soaps and clean laundry and sometimes the smell of the outdoors, like grass and flowers. The smell that worried you the most was the metallic sting of blood.

This was the most common smell, it scared you to think that your soulmate could be hurt, or that they had to see the level of violence that would cause such a strong smell of copper. You decided that you would only give them sweet smells, scents to comfort them and make them feel safe.

Years later, you were keeping that promise you made to yourself. Sweet Temptations was 7 successful years into business, despite the snap being done 6 years ago and then undone just last year, your business had never suffered. Here you were, the best pastry chef in Queens, and the staple baker for none other than the Avengers themselves.

You had gotten to know Nat after the snap, she had been grieving and needed some serious sugar therapy, and she deemed that both your pastries and your friendship were the cure. Now that everyone she had lost was back, they all were addicted to you too. You’d only met a few members of the team besides Nat, including Wanda, Tony, and Steve all of whom you had seen in person. Bruce only ever ordered over the phone, Nat told me he’s kind of a hermit, but he made her happy and seemed sweet.

Nat was the only one that knew your secret, no one else knew about the link with your soulmate. They thought you just loved to bake, and in a way you did now. But it took years for your choice to become a passion. One that hopefully one day would pay off. For the last handful of years, you’d had the stench of stale beer and old pizza wafting into your nose, over the last few months it was being replaced with much more pleasant scents like clean laundry and soap. You just worried about what would make them so upset to drown themselves in beer and carbs every day for 6 years.

Thor had been struggling with his depression and survivors guilty now that most of his made family had been returned to him. He actively had been trying to better himself and get back the once confident god. No videogames, no drinking and most importantly therapy, to recover from his grief and forgive himself.

Thor left his latest session to see a message from Lady Natasha, asking him to pick up her pastry order. Normally he would have made an excuse to avoid such a temptation, but he had a confidence boost from his session. Most people would believe that his vice was drinking, but they would be very wrong, with the constant scent of fresh pastries and sweets constantly floating around him he had the biggest sweet tooth on Midgard. It was all thanks to his soulmate, whoever they were, for the persistent raging battle of wills.

This errand for Natasha was to be his true test, he vowed to not sample any of the delicious morsels that this shop had to offer. He was a god of his word, and he would win this mental battle. The entire walk there he believed that this was true, until he walked in and saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, serving said delicacies.

Her smile lit up the room, her cheekbones lifting higher making her round face even more round. Warm y/e/c eyes shifted their focus to him as she called him by name.

“Thor, right? You’re here for Nat’s order?” Sweet voice like honey in his ears. So lost in her that he stayed silent just staring. Politely she didn’t mention his odd behavior and simply wrote a note and attached it to the box of pastries she handed over.

“Here you are handsome! Tell Nat hi for me, ok?” She winked at him. A blush rose on his cheeks at her comment. How could she think he was handsome, surely, she was jesting? He once had been handsome but now he was much heavier and less muscular. He avoided looking in mirrors and just started wearing clothing other than sweatpants last week. She had to be acting nice because she was Natasha’s friend, she couldn’t really mean what she had said.

The walk back to the compound went quickly as he mentally spiraled with negative thoughts about his body. As he walked into the living room of their communal floor the team swarmed him for their treats only to freeze in place at the look on his face.

“You wanna talk about it bud?” Bucky asked, having gone through his own mental hurdles he knew not to press too much and demand answers. And the look on Thor’s face showed that currently those mental demons were kicking his ass.

“Therapy went well, I was quite confident and feeling more like my old self. But then I saw this beautiful woman and she called me handsome, but she must have been joking. I just kind of spiraled.” Thor laughed awkwardly to make light of his pain.

“Hey Pointbreak, this woman happen to be curvy, with a smile like sunshine and y/h/c hair?” Tony asked him, startled Thor nodded in confirmation.

“She meant it big guy, says so right here.” He pulls out a note card with Y/n’s name and number that says “If talking isn’t your thing, maybe texting me will be easier” with a heart and a wink.

Nat hid smiling in the corner her plan working perfectly, while Thor was recovering back at home, post un-snap, he told her of his soulmate connection and the tempting smells of sweet sugary treats. She had her suspicions, so she started ordering more treats for the team from her baking bestie, to see if they were the ones. He never reacted to the scents until he could see them, commenting on how he had been craving just that. It had all made sense, his sweet addiction, and her constant smell of coppery blood. The baker and the Space Viking God, who would have known?

Finally, months later, she had set the trap. But this big blonde idiot was too dumbstruck by your delicious curves to see the big picture. It all replied of you now, and Nat hoped that was enough.

When Thor had stepped through the door of your shop you had known right away that he was your soulmate. For once you could smell your own creations as you were surrounded by them. For the last few months, you had been smelling sweets after your opened for the day. You had figured out that it was a customer of your shop, but it wasn’t someone who came in themselves. But never in a million years did you think that the hunky god of thunder thighs would be your other half. Damn, he was yummier than any pastry you could ever make.

He was HOT, long blonde hair you could grab onto, dark trimmed beard over strong jaw, and lonely blue you could drown in. And his new belly? Perfect! He was now as cuddly as he was sexy, you usually went for the bigger guys, guys who wouldn’t judge you for your curves but love and embrace them, so why wouldn’t you embrace him for all of his?

You took the shot to reach out, giving a guy your number and being forward wasn’t really your thing, but you refused to be the reason you missed out on your soulmate. Now to pray and hope he’s the type of God that answers prayers.

Y/n’s phone rings with an unknown caller ID.

“Hello, is this Y/N?” His deep voice resonates over the speaker.

“It is, and is this my Space Viking Soulmate? Nice to hear your voice Handsome.”

Peter Parker: Yn do you have any idea what you are doing?

Yn: no! Do you?

Peter:*sights*we are all going to die

Ok, so this past year my demons have haunted me. This year im embracing them. French kiss them.... might even fuck them... who knows?

POV: Y/N Stark...

I must reread all of these

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

A while ago, my account got hacked and I ended up deleting it. I'm going to re-release all my fanfics and I hope you all enjoy. (Also I continued writing AFD so there's more chapter ready). I no longer do a taglist for this because it doesn't seem to work but if you're interested in new chapters, they are posted every Saturday.

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Parts:

Part 1 Part 11 Part 21 Part 2 Part 12 Part 22 Part 3 Part 13 Part 23 Part 4 Part 14 Part 24 Part 5 Part 15 Part 25 Part 6 Part 16 Part 26 Part 7 Part 17 Part 27 Part 8 Part 18 Part 28 Part 9 Part 19 Part 29 Part 10 Part 20 Part 30

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Steve rogers x reader

Category: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Description of an injury and blood, mentions of nausea, fainting

Summary: (Name) has never had the currant to tell Steve about the injuries, afraid of bothering him. Not realizing that it can backfire.

Words: 2.6 k

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(Name) loved Steve Rogers with her entire being, and she believed that every person she met felt the same. With his blue eyes, kind smile, and charisma. How he cared about every living, breathing thing around him.

But it didn't stop her from shutting down whenever he was irritated, mad, or even tense. Maybe it was because of past trauma, or that she simply didn't want to become the reason why he was mad. But every time he became like that, (Name) felt almost scared.

Not of him, of course, but scared that he don't want her near him. It has happened before with other people.

Which was why she was sitting in a corner of the quinjet, headphones over her ears as she tried to control the pain that bloomed like wildfire over her back.

It was an unsuccessful mission. And she knew Steve, like everybody else, hated unsuccessful missions. He was leaning against a wall, both arms crossed over his chest with a hard, stony look on his face. He didn't speak to anyone, stuck in his little world.

And she didn't want to be an inconvenience by whining about the flesh wound on her back. Especially if he hadn't noticed that she was in pain.

Either way, she planned on patching it up herself, and then going to bed, hoping that the storm would calm enough for the next day. And if she were feeling luxurious, she might even go to the med bay to get the wound checked on.

Except she hadn't planned on the fact that the wound was efficiently placed on her back, therefore making it out of reach for her to clean it. And she was way too exhausted to ask anyone else or to even care about the matter. So she grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around her chest and back, leaving it like that before turning off the lights in her bathroom and throwing herself headfirst in the bed.

Not knowing Steve lay on the other side of the wall, waiting for her to come and say goodnight.

--

The next morning, the ache in her back had gotten worse, and her left shoulder strained whenever she tried to move it. She needed to get to the med bay at least once today. But first, she required a big cup of coffee.

When she made it out to the sunlit kitchen, the pain in her back had spread. Now, her head ached just as much, and every time she turned too fast, black splotches would show.

And earlier, when she changed her bandages the blood had entirely seeped through, leaving it soaked in red. But the blood had been diluted with another liquid, which she found mildly concerning.

She poured herself the coffee that was left in the coffee machine and put it in the microwave since it was cold. And while she stood there waiting she noted that the kitchen was empty, which was strange to be at this time of the day.

"Jarvis? Do you mind telling me where everyone is?" She asked the AI.

"I believe that Mr. Wilson is still sleeping." She let out a humorous scoff." Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner are currently in the lab. Ms. Romanoff in the training areas with Mr. Rogers."

(Name)s ears perked at the mention of him, and her mind spiraled into calculating thoughts. "Did Steve already eat breakfast?"

"Yes. An omelet, made of three eggs and a cup of coffee, one teaspoon of sugar, and milk." A frown tugged at her face. Steve never ate breakfast without her. Unless they were fighting, which was a rare happening. Steve believed that the most important meal of the day was breakfast, and therefore always made sure that (Name) ate it with him. But so that he could have company, and also make sure that she ate enough.

"Alright then. Thank you, Jarvis." She smiled up to the roof, hoping that he could see her appreciativeness. Then she made a beeline back to her room with a downturn of her brow, planning to do paperwork before throwing herself into her, not so fantastic anymore, day. Completely forgetting her visit to the med bay.

--

Paperwork had always been a somewhat calming thing to do for her to relax, turn off her brain, and go on autopilot. Often when she was stressed, Steve found her with her nose in her computer typing away without any knowledge around her. It always worked.

Except for today.

The pain in her head only got worse after all the caffeine, and she couldn't lean back into her chair either because of her back. And not only that, but thoughts of Steve plagued her mind. And not the good, lovey-dovey thoughts. But instead, the toxic, poisoning thoughts were so loud that it was the only thing she heard.

She had no idea what to do about their situation. And she was really afraid that she had accidentally done something the day before to upset him, giving her a reason for his strange and unlike actions.

"Mr. Rogers would like me to alert you that there is a team meeting in the conference room in five minutes." She jumped in her chair and a small yelp left her lips as Jarvis spoke, making her back strain. And that made her wince painfully.

"I apologize. It was not my intention to frighten you." A grimace covered (Name)s face in an attempt to smile, and she carefully rubbed her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. I was just stuck in my head."

"How so?" And (Name) went quiet. She hadn't expected a question from him.

"Nothing special." She absentmindedly hummed for an answer, and that seemed to get Jarvis less curious.

"If you say so. 3 minutes left." And with that, she quickly grabbed her things and bolted out of her quarters, right towards the elevator.

--

She turned out to arrive just in time as Fury was about to close the door, and she quickly slithered in, choosing a stool at the back of the table so that she wouldn't get questioning eyes on her. When she entered she could feel Steves's's stare burning into her skin, but she doesn't have the time nor thought to greet him, which would perhaps leave consequences for later. But now she just longed to sit down before she fainted.

She didn't even notice when Fury started speaking because blood was rushing through her ears, and beads of sweat ran down her neck, sending a shiver through her ice-cold and fire-hot body. It was like she running a fever in an ice bath. She dared to subtly raise a shaking hand towards her back, slightly touching the wound, only to have to suppress a wince and bring back blood-stained fingers.

She was at least wearing black.

Her attention shifted when Fury changed places with Steve, and let him take his place in the front. It was hard to know if she found it either positive or negative.

Positive because she could focus on something that brought her calm, and hear his voice instead of the roar in her ears. Focus on his plack t-shirt and nice fitting jeans, which was something he didn't wear often. How soft hir hair looked and his pink , kissable lips.

Negative because now he could see how colorless her face had become, along with a thin cover of sweat by her throat and her lifeless tired eyes.

And perhaps it made Steve speak a tad bit faster, and perhaps he skipped over some of the parts he was supposed to introduce. But it looked like his girlfriend was dying, and Fury didn't need to know that his two most capable agents were in a relationship.

He could her heartbeat picking up more and more as he spoke, and it was a relief for him when he could finally dismiss the team.

She slowly stood up as the rest of them collected their things and one by one filed out. But she couldn't do anything as quickly as she liked, not even walk. She had no choice but to take a tight grip on the chairs lined up, and use them as crutches.

And when Steve turned his back to gather a pile of papers, she took a breath, straightened her back, and took two quick steps towards the door. But Steve heard the increase of speed in her steps in quickly caught her arms in a fierce grip, stopping her from escaping.

"Damn it." She mumbled, making sure that Steve couldn't hear her. And then she turned her head to meet Steves's's eye, trying to look as normal as possible, which didn't trick Steve at all. Only made him more concerned.

"You alright?" He let both of his hands smooth over her shoulders and arms, looking at her with those blue, affectionate eyes.

"Mhm!" She hummed, trying to sound as carefree as possible while plastering a smile on her face. But he didn't look convinced. Not at all.

He let his left hand travel up to her cheek, and he was about to say something. But when his palm touched her cheek, he flinched and removed his palm to see that it was damp.

"Steve-" She warned, but it was no idea. He had already raised his sleeve and laid his wrist over her forehead. And she couldn't protest because his wrist was oh so warm while she had been freezing and sweating cold ever since she entered the room.

"You're burning." It didn't feel like she was.

"Are you sick?" He asked, a frown on his face as she felt for her temperature. "Why haven't you said anything?"He scolded, and she shrunk into herself as his hands continued to investigate her. Until his hand came in contact with her wound. And she recoiled away from his hand, trying to get as far away from the pain as possible. Tears gathered in her eyes at the fire in her back, and she glued them shut as she tried to let it pass.

Steve brought his hand up to see when he felt something on the tips of his fingers, and his eyes widened in horror. There was a vermillion stain on his fingers, running down his hand. And (Name) saw both concern and panic as he looked down at her, as she was now leaning against his chest, too tired to stand on her own.

"I'm fine, promise." She said, lime on autopilot.

"We need to get you to a doctor." He insisted, about to take her under the knees and carry her there. But the second he tried to m, she leaned away.

And the guilt was there again. Steves tired but pretty face showed concern and panic, but she wasn't supposed to make him concerned and panic. As his partner, she was there to make him calm, happy, and satisfied. Sure, if Steve would hide a wound like this one from her, she would be livid. But that's hardly classed as the same thing.

"It's fine Steve, I'm sure I can get there me."

He scoffed and looked almost hurt.

"No, you're not going anywhere yourself. Not by how you're looking"

A protest lay prepared on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't get further than opening her mouth before a strong wave of nausea and dizziness washed over her body. And she swayed, once, twice, before her footing came undone, and she lost all sense of balance.

And it felt like she fell into a warm pillow, or perhaps she was just delirious. But it truly resembled a warm, fluffy pillow. And she snuggled into it, ignoring the distant calls of her (Name). And Steve's breath got caught in his throat when he saw her closing her eyes in his arms.

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Steve was aware that something was nagging his lover's mind, and he had been aware of it during the last week. It was like she walked on eggshells around him and it bothered him. Because something bothered her. Something about him bothered her.

He hadn't done anything differently, not that he was aware of. He hadn't said anything either. And he liked to think that he had a great memory.

And he still couldn't figure out why she didn't tell him about her injury. Banner had told him that she was lucky that the infections in her wound hadn't reached any further. But Steve had a hard time seeing anything positive with the situation at all.

Duobts clouded his mind and made it hard to think straight. How could he know that she hadn't hidden other injuries that she could've gotten?

As if her mind was connected to his, as if she heard his self-deprecating thoughts, she came to her senses and let out a long and low groan, snapping Steve out of his head.

He quickly discarded his block and pencil to the side, leaving the drawing on the small table by the side before crouching down to her height.

"(Name)?" He dared to ask, and his heart felt lighter when he saw her eyelids twitch in response. A sigh left her dry lips before her eyelids slowly cracked open and presented themselves to Steve, giving him a confirmation that she was there with him.

"Steve." It came as a breath, her voice warm with love as she saw the familiar face.

As light as a feather, he let his fingertips ghost along her temples, repeating the momentum over and over again. Her eyelids relaxed, and Steve's back tensed as she once again closed her eyes. But (Name) could feel his muscle become rigid, and let her hand gently enclose steves wrist, running circles on his inner arm as comfort. As she always did.

"Why didn't you tell me?" An audible sigh sounded from her mouth, and for a moment Steve was afraid that he had annoyed her. But her fingertips were still dancing along the expense of his arm, and he let that comfort him. Although, she didn't provide him with an answer.

"You can trust me. I want you to trust me." He reassured her, and vulnerability spilled through his voice. He grabbed her other hand that rested on her stomach, entangling their fingers.

"I do trust you." She hoarsely whispered, throat dry and mouth like sandpaper.

But when she forced her eyes open, Steve looked at her, unconvinced.

"Then why? Why didn't you tell me that you were in pain?"

She wanted to bathe in the softness of his voice. Get nurtured by it, drink it, and stay by the sound to the end of time. The fondness, bonded with her worrying, guilty, and anxious emotions from before created bittersweet sparks under her skin. And it took form as a watery mist, covering her live full irises.

"I do trust you, but I don't want to be a nuisance to you." She painfully admitted and laid her hand on his cheek as a peace offering." You work so hard to succeed Steve, so hard that when you don't succeed, you become very tense. I don't want to be there to make you even tenser."

He shut his eyes tightly and nuzzled his cheek further into her palm, and a drop of water fell from his eye, rolling down his summer-tinted cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Worry etched in her brows, but he only shook his head.

"I made you think that you would be a burden to me whenever I felt a negative emotion." She shook her head, already beginning her protest." A partner is not supposed to do that (Name)."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry."

"Steve, it was not on you. You didn't make me feel like a burden. I did. And I'm sorry for not telling you about my injury." She smiled sadly at him when he kissed her palm.

"I want to take care of you, and comfort you. I want to be that person to you, so let me be that the next time." And she could only nodd, her heart being free from the shackles of heavy emotions. Instead, she felt light as a feather.

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My requests are open;););;);)

lock, stock, and barrel

summary: your dog locks you out of your car. the locksmith who shows up to let her out? is kinda hot 

pairings: scott lang x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: you have a big dumbass dog (but a cute dumbass) and your dad is your wingman (and if you dont have a dad im ur dad now have you taken your meds today? wanna go fishing?)

a/n: this is based off of a tiktok i found, which you can watch here (x) nobody requested this but i love scott so much. big love. 

A van pulls up to the house, and parks in front of the driveway. It’s repurposed, definitely, with the words “X-Con Security Consultants” lovingly (read: clumsily) painted (read: scrawled) onto the side. 

“That’s Hank Pym’s kid,” your father says to your mother, and she scoffs.

“No he’s not, he's the intern boy,” she argues, but you don’t care who’s son he is or if he’s interning. He’s beautiful. He has a wide smile on his face as he makes his way from his sketchy van with a bag of tools in hand.

“Scott!” Your father greets, leaving your mother to grumble amongst herself about the man’s origins.

“Hey! Morning, sir!” Scott calls back, and your father gives him a firm handshake. Your father doesn’t notice the pain in Scott’s eyes when he does this, but you do, and you like him immediately for it.

Your father leads the conversation as he guides him over to your car, you shamefully stand by the passenger side, treats and toys in hand. You come around to greet them both.

“—it’s good for extra cash since our expertise is locks and security,” Scott finishes, and your dad listens with intense curiosity.

“Tell Pym I said hi,” he says, before noticing you.

“Ah, Scott, here’s the culprit,” he says, leading him over to you.

“Technically, Delilah is the culprit, dad,” you complain, and he scoffs a little.

“Who locked her in there?” he says playfully, and you gasp.

“She did!” you say, laughing, and there are smiles all around.

“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself, and Scott holds out a hand for you.

“I’m Scott,” he says, and you notice his hands are firm and soft, “I’m here to save your dog. And also your car.”

You smirk, “Thank you.”

You notice he smiles a lot, which is not something you mind. He places a small work bag down on the ground near your driver’s side. He bends his neck at awkward angles to try and make out where your buttons are through your tinted windows.

“Tell him what happened,” your dad encourages, crossing his arms with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face, though it doesn’t apply to this situation.

“I put her in my car to take her on a ride, and I was walking around the other side to get in, and she hit the lock button,” you say sheepishly, staring at Delilah.

Your father laughs and shakes his head, telling you to call him if you needed anything, returning inside to catch the rest of the baseball game for a team he couldn’t care less about.

“It happens to the best of us. She’s really cute,” he says encouragingly, and you smile, because she’s not the only cute one in your general vicinity.

“Hi Delilah!” He coos, and she barks at him.

“Delilah, no,” your mother scolds, and she stares at you from the passenger seat with her tongue out.

“Well, I see how it is,” he mutters, and you laugh. He looks back at you when you do and you notice the light on his hair and how he squints just a little bit when he smiles. He turns back to your car, and works a car door wedge into the window of the driver’s side door. His focus is intense. 

“Where you guys headed?” He asks, budging the wedge in and turning a crank on the side.

“We were just going on a ride. I kinda wanted to take her to get Starbucks, but now I’m not sure she deserves it,” you say, crossing your arms, knowing full well Delilah would get her puppuccino anyway.

“Aw, of course she does,” he says, looking at her panting at him through the glass.

“Isn’t that right, Delilah?” He says. She pays no attention to him. But it’s okay. You’re paying enough attention for the both of you.

“She has beautiful eyes,” he muses, and you hum in agreement.

“You have really nice eyes too,” you compliment accidentally, and you can feel the heat on your face as you try to play it off.

“Thank you,” he says, and you note his smile in the reflection of your car window as he falters with the wedge and the crank.

“Can I get you something to drink?” you say, and he stops. 

“Uh, sure,” he says. He kneels down in your driveway to look for something in the small bag of tools he brought with him.

“I think we have coke? And orange juice probably, unless you want like, a water or something,” you say, and he accepts the water offer.

You turn to leave, but your mom is already halfway in the house.

“I can go get it,” your mom says, throwing you a smile over her shoulder. 

You’re stuck in an awkward silence for a few minutes as he wiggles and pushes and tinkers with wires through your window. He pulls out a malleable wire and shoves it through the window wedge. You watch him work, with precise hands and concentration plastered on his face. But soon enough, with persistence and skill, Scott unlocks your car from the inside, carefully removes the car door wedge, and subsequently frees your poor pooch from her automated prison. 

He opens the door, and Delilah moves to the driver’s side to smell Scott. She jumps out of the car and starts sniffing around him, her leash hanging limply on the ground.

You retrieve it and let Delilah do her thing.

“Thank you so much,” you say, as he crouches down to say hello to your pup.

“Ah, it’s no problem,” he says, and begins speaking to Delilah in a baby voice, “especially when I meet cute puppies like you, yes I do, yes I do!”

Delilah is loving the attention, and she smiles as he pets her behind the ears. You give her butt a few taps and go to speak to Scott again, but your mom returns from the kitchen.

“I cut up some fruit for you guys,” she informs, like you two were best friends having a sleepover. She balances two cold bottles of water, and, sure enough, a plate of fruit she stole from a platter sitting in your fridge.

“Mom,” you whine a little, and your dad follows soon after, in pursuit of the fruit.

“I’m alright, ma’am. Thank you though.”

Your mom yells your dad’s name in the direction of the front door, clearly not seeing him behind her. He steals a chunk of fruit off the platter and complains, “I’m right here, woman,”

“Oh,” she says, laughing in your direction, before she informs him Scott had gotten Delilah out.

“Someone had to,” he grumbles, and he runs back inside to grab his wallet. 

You watch as Scott stands and grabs his bag, smiling at Delilah and turning to return the stuff to his van. Delilah decides to follow him.

“Delilah, please,” you beg, and she stops pulling on her leash, sitting like a good girl. You watch as he puts some things in his truck, fiddling with something in there, before you realize you’re staring. 

You open your driver’s side door, letting Delilah hop in that way instead, and climb in after her, bumping her off your seat. You stare at her intently. She smiles back, none the wiser. 

“You, are going to be the death of me,” you assure her, and you're startled by a knock at your window. 

You expect Scott, but it’s your dad. You roll down your window. 

“I asked specifically for Scott,” he assures, and smiles at you.

“Dad,” you groan, head thumping your headrest. You sigh.

“Don’t be weird,” you plead, and he scoffs.

“When have I ever been weird?” He asks, followed by, “Don’t answer that.”

You absentmindedly pet Delilah.

“You want his number?” he asks, credit card in hand. You turn in your seat to look at Scott. He’s walking around to the other side of his van for something. 

“Not from you!” you muse, and that’s all your dad has to hear, grinning in triumph. 

“Dad!” you whisper harshly, “Don’t be weird!”

“I won’t!” he says, mocking your raspy whisper. 

You watch in your rear-view mirror as your dad goes up to Scott and hands him his credit card. Some words are exchanged, and then your mother goes up to him too. You decide you can’t watch anymore, and you hide your face in Delilah’s fur. 

“Delilah, what are we gonna do?” you say, and her ears perk up, because in her mind, you two are going to Starbucks for puppuccinos. 

“Not that, Delilah. Scott is so cute,” you inform her. She already knows, her eyes tell you, and you look back over at them. 

Scott is smiling at your car. He sees your face, and he waves, causing your parents to look over at you. You blush, and wave back at him. Your dad sends you a signal, but you don’t know what it means, and your mom’s exaggerated wink is overkill. 

You sigh and check your phone. No alerts, alarms, or notifications to take your mind off of the situation. 

You hear Scott’s truck start up, and he pulls away as easily as he pulled in, and that’s that. Just another candle in the wind, a cute guy you’d never see again. But apparently, your parents had other plans.

Pulling out of the Starbucks drive-thru, you pull into a parking spot to let Delilah enjoy her cup of whipped cream. You take a sip of your icy beverage, and you hear your phone ding. Checking your notifications, you realize it’s from an unknown number, and your heart jumps thinking who it could be.

Opening your phone, Delilah whines in anticipation for the whipped cream in the Starbucks cup in the holder. 

“Hang on, ‘Lilah,” you say and you open your phone to read the message.

did delilah get her puppuccino?

You smile at the text, and move to take a picture while you let Delilah go to town on her treat. Your phone chimes again and you hold the cup with one hand, skillfully checking your messages with the other. 

it’s scott by the way. didn’t know if you could tell.

You text back Delilah’s picture. You could tell it was Scott. 

“Delilah,” you say, “thank you so much for locking my door. You’re such a good girl,”

She knows. She decides to accept her payment in puppuccinos from now on.

pitaparka’s masterlist

updated: 2/7/21

*asterisks indicate smut!!

STAR WARS

PEDRO PASCAL HEADCANONS

sex*

when he’s sick

when you sleep with him for the first time

when you want him to choke you*

PEDRO PASCAL FANFICTION

a steadfast heart will conquer - (frankie morales x reader)

you show up at frankie’s doorstep in the middle of the night after your boyfriend gets violent. he invites you in to stay the night.

THE AVENGERS

lock, stock, and barrel - (scott lang x reader)

your dog locks you out of your car. the locksmith who shows up to let her out? is kinda hot

THE PUNISHER

hat trick - (billy russo x reader)

billy’s hair gets a little too long for his liking. you decide to take it into your own hands. literally.

band-aids and bullet wounds - (frank castle x reader)

frank comes home with bumps and bruises. you sing him a little tune to brighten his night.

keepin’ busy - (frank castle x reader)

frank’s been a lot more… tense, since quarantine started. whether that’s because he’s not taking his rage out on bad guys late at night or because he’s stuck in your house without a little privacy? that’s anyone’s guess… 

OUTER BANKS

listen to the waves - (john b. x reader x kie)

john b. and kie take you to the beach with the rest of the pogues. tooth rotting fluff ensues 

coming attraction* - (jj maybank x reader)

it’s pretty hot in the Outer Banks. that’s not the only thing that’s getting hot though.

you’ve got a friend in me - (jj maybank x reader)

jj tries to watch Toy Story with you and takes you on a walk down to one of the old playgrounds in the outer banks

eye of the storm - (jj maybank x reader)

john b., reader, and jj go surfing during agatha. they get hurt and the boys fuss and care for them.

hot and bothered* - (jj maybank x reader)

jj and reader fall asleep together at john b.’s place. reader isn’t asleep for long when jj wakes them up asking for help with a rather hard problem.

don’t you wish - (jj maybank x reader)

jj is really upset you’re going to college. you hold him before you go.

lazy river - (john b. x reader)

it’s been a long time since you’ve been to a water park. jon b knows this, and wants to change that.

a friend in need is a friend indeed* - (jj maybank x reader x john b.)

reader, jj, and john b. are drunk. really drunk. handsome teenage boys make for fun parties and willing threesomes.

between the devil and the deep blue sea - (jj maybank x reader / john b. x reader)

you wake up to find your brother missing. you’re then met by two handsome boys in your motel room, who just so happen to have his key. they offer to help you find him.

sit down you’re rocking the boat - (jj maybank x reader)

you watch JJ emerge from the water like an atlantean prince and it makes you want to help him clean the boat, even if he doesn’t really need it.

WRITING PROMPTS

quarantine prompts

writing prompt #1

allergic reaction prompts

christmas prompts 

halloween prompts

fall prompts 

flower meanings

Me with anything past Infinity War 🤭🤭🤭

Pic found on Reddit

marvel masterlist

→ main masterlist

❥︎ natasha romanoff masterlist

❥ carol danvers masterlist

❥︎ wanda maximoff masterlist

❥︎ bucky barnes masterlist

❥︎ steve rogers masterlist

❥︎ other c.e. characters

❥︎ mcu misc.

— will include fics about other mcu characters & ships such as wandanat, winterwidow, romanogers and one shots for other mcu characters

❥︎ the avengers

[ avengers x reader ]

— mostly platonic and friendship centric

— mostly written for female readers and original female characters

(This will have a bunch of spaces for those who struggle to read long/big paragraphs)

This right here is why some writers are just ready to quit, and the lack of interaction from readers, but that’s a topic for another day!

I write stories all the time but never post them because I know how rude people are. And I’m not in the right mental state to deal with that.

Writers have a life outside of writing. Let me say it again.

Creators have a life outside of creating.

They all do; writers, painters, sculptors, knitters, etc.

They do not eat, sleep, and breathe ink or clay or yarn! They have families; mothers, fathers, dogs, cats, fishes, children, husbands, girlfriends, significant others, etc.

Or maybe they just need a break for their mental health. It’s like breaking a bone.

You break your bone, go to the doctors and they tell you to rest, take medication, no physical activities, etc etc.

I’d rather that person take a break and heal instead of pushing their limits and ending up in worse condition than before.

If the creator takes the time to tell you they won’t have an update, or a project will be delayed. You can either stand by their side and give them sympathy, not pity, but sympathy.

You don’t even have to say anything, you’ve acknowledged it and moved on. You’re fine with them needing a break or having plans.

OR, you can leave. You especially do not have to say anything and can call it a day. Leave and never come back. Or leave and just randomly check in on the progress.

But never take the time to say something rude. If you do not want it said to you, do not say it to others.

If you do not want it said to you, do not say it to others.

I know some people can’t help it, but please, try to reread things. Think before you speak, type, write, sign, whatever. Just think!

(Thank you @widowbitessting for letting me use this as an example.)

Why the fuck are you not updating this weekend??? You’ve kept us waiting long enough and now you’re gonna make us wait an extra week?? Is this a joke?

Um, okay, wow. Watch your tone please?

I’m not updating this week as I’m away at a family function and I like to be around when the next part drops in case there’s any issues (like with part 3…)

Apologies you’re having to wait a little longer for the next part.

Wow.

3, 7 and 9 for Loki

It takes a lot to make Loki sick, so when he does he's an absolute bear and wants to be doted on. Plus, kisses make the ache/hurt feel better.

You Make It Better

Loki x reader

Words: 347

~~~~~

Based on:

3. Acts like a baby when they’re sick

7. Secretly loves nose/forehead kisses

9.Gets cranky when they’re tired

~~~~~

“Darliiiinnggg,” dragged a hoarse voice coming from your bedroom.

“I’m coming,” you say, putting the finishing touches on the hot tea.

Loki was sick, or something of the sort. You didn’t exactly know what it was and at first when you pointed out he was ill, he declined, claiming that he doesn’t get sick. But it was obvious; the tired eyes, the unusual unkempt look, his more irritable than usual tone, it was obvious that he wasn’t well.

After disagreeing with you for about an hour, you’ve somehow done it. You’ve convinced him to take a nap and the moment his body hit your bed, his attitude melted and he did a complete one-eighty.

His voice that was booming before was now soft with each word.

Currently finishing up, you slowly step into the bedroom with the cup in hand. Across the room, there Loki lay waiting for you.

“I made you Peppermint tea,” you said, holding it out.

He gently pushed your hand to the side, “I don’t need foolish tea,” he said. “Okay, what do you need then? Cold water? A warm towel? A cold towel?”

Despite being unwell, that didn’t stop a grin from spreading along on his face, without a word he tugged you downwards and you leaned lowering your head closer. Bringing both of his warm hands to your cheeks he continues to pull you. You expect him to stop sometime, but he pulls you until your lips are against his forehead. Then he leans back satisfied, “much better,” he says with a wink and you shake your head with a grin.

“Get some rest,” you say, turning around to leave the room. “Wait!” He shouts and you turn back, “I need one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

His arms extended out, “Your warmth.”

Although a little bit surprised, you can’t help but grin to yourself, who would’ve thought that the man who used to abhor romance would be laying in front of you begging for your cuddles.

You climbed into his arms making yourself the little spoon before you relaxed against him.

Imagine...Introducing Loki to Disney Films

Loki: Why are we doing this again?

You: Disney is and always will be a huge part of my life, Loki! Come on!

Loki: Fine. Only because I love you though.

You: *smiles as you drag him to your room*

~HOURS LATER~

You: *flopping back on the bed* That was awesome. Thanks for watching with me.

Loki: ...

You: *sitting up* Loki, are you okay?

Loki: *sniffs* Fine...

You: Loki, are you... crying? Did the Lion King really make you cry?

Loki: Of course not! I am a god! I would not...

You: *raises eyebrows*

Loki: You tell anyone, prepare to die.

Peter Parker x reader

(this is with a gn reader:))

Warnings: making out , has some fighting , some evil people shit , nothing triggering really, yandere themes

Summary: peter doesn't think you are ready for a big fight but you prove him wrong(+ you two are spearing and he somehow ends up on top of you)

Asks are always open<3

Peter has been in the team some time before you joined and it is completely fair to say that he is head over heels for you from the moment he saw you

He thought you were the most precious thing in the world and wondered how you managed to became an avenger

He would kinda stumble on his words a bit , but when in his suit it like he is a whole new person

Now , when it came to your training , it was mentored by The Natasha Romanoff.

She was awesome in it and helped both you and Peter to improve your fighting skills. You lived her , but there was a slight problem with the way she taught

She had a strict no powers policy when training

Now , for you that meant , absolutely no special abilities, while on the other hand , Peter had it easier his strength and other enhanced sences making it easy for him to overpower you

He loved it when you two spared since he could show you how stronger he is than you and how he can easily protect you if he needs to

Don't get me wrong , you were good , but in peters opinion good was not enough to go on a real mission

So when you guys were assigned your first real mission together , peter freaked

He went straight to Tony , almost begging him to rethink. Tony however just assured him that everything will be alright and left him freaked out

He started thinking of ways to stop you from going , but nothing would convince you to back out

Then the day of the mission came and while Peter had been hoping that everything will go just fine and you won't have to fight ,the worst possible thing happened

' Peter there are around ten men coming my way right now'

Your voice slightly disformed , informed him through the radio installed in both of your suits

That was the last thing peter wanted to hear . His first instinct was to drop everything and come to your aid , but he knew that wasn't possible . He had to get this disk or a lot of people would die.

' What! Ok love , hang tight , I'm coming right now'

Peter nearly yelled , his anxiety flying through the roof

He heard you chuckle through the headpiece. While defeating the other villains he tried communicating with you but he got no answers whatsoever, sending his anxiety flying

' Im sorry buddy , no evil planning anymore' he told some man he had webbed up , his voice anxious

' please answer me , are you alright?' he once again asked but got no answer.

It took him less than five minutes to get to your location , but that was too much

There you stood in the middle of 10 men and some really weird shaped rocks. He wanted to think about what was happening but could not physically since his brain was almost going to explode along with his heart.

You sat there in a cross legged pose ,your eyes shut and your face greener than usual

He run up to you , almost falling to the ground besides you . His hands reached around your body hugging you.

' I was so so worried'

He shackily admitted his brows furrowed together , and his breath short

You slowly hugged him back. He could feel the way your hear raised through your suit

Peter found out that day about your powers

He actually wondered how that was possible since he has been stalking you often and never seen you use them

You were surprised by that fact , since you didn't hide them or anything

When you returned to the avengers tower with your first successful mission , all the avengers there congratulated you and ushered you to the infirmary

Wanda came over talking to you about your powers and the way ou handled the situation

She said she was completely amazed by the way , not only you handled your powers that were so hard to control , but also managed to keep your spirit calm after the fight.

I wish I could say that Peter never worried about you again in a mission , but that would be a lie. He continued worrying about you , mission after mission , he always tried to convince you to not go

Just a little bonus :)))

(warning: this turned in a whole make out session and also I don't know how people fight so....)

Natasha had left the training room in an urgent bussiness and she ordered you and Peter to just continue your sparing , letting you know she is not coming back

Peter was realistically stronger than you in a hand fight , but now that Natasha was gone you had some ideas

You both stood against each other a light coat of sweat on your faces. He smiled at you , and you smirked back at him

He was the first to make a move throwing a punch your way. You easily dodged it and tried returning the favor

He too avoided the hit and with a swift move brought you down on the mattress

'Oops sorry love '

Peter said with a slight mocking tone

You looked up at him with big eyes acting all innocent and when he reached his hand out for you to get, you pulled him down too

Now he was on top of you , his weight making a small 'oomf' leave your lips. You smiled at him and a ' hello Handsome ' was quick to follow

'Hello beautiful ' he answered smiling down at you . A small piece of hair had left position and was in front of his face in the most charming way possible. His hands reached out for yours , softly holding them , while his legs interlocked with yours.

He looked deep in your eyes , and leaned in to kiss you. You kissed him back passionately and flipped you two around , causing you to be on top and to smirk at him playfully

' oops sorry love ' you said in a slightly mocking way your tone matching his earlier one

He looked up at you socked for a moment and then kissed you flipping you over once more

' I think we should spear more often' Peter said between kisses ' you look so pretty'

I wrote this after a request by @slaymbo (thank you so much for requesting <3)

Alsooo bonus for idol!reader,

What if they took Peter to a kinda nice restaurant (not like a rich people restaurant but a lot nicer than like a Denny's or something) because he helped them with some schoolwork and Peter is like SUUUPER happy and excited because he's def delusional and totally thinks it's a date

But then he realizes..

How tf are they gonna pay for this stuff???

So he's like "oh I can't get that much, I don't wanna use all your money" and reader is just like "dw I have enough" and he's still super nervous but reader insists it's fine so he finally gives up and when the check comes he's low-key ready to book it out of the restaurant cuz there's NO WAY they can pay for all of that

and then reader pays for it all and leaves the waiter/waitress a really big tip

and that's how he found out that his obsession was an idol :P

Ok because I imagine peter being his totally chatty usual self and he is like talking about a mission or smthing with details and all

And while this is happening he notices the waiter leaving like the bill of your food on your side

(Peter was absolutely utterly disappointed there where no chicken nuggies)

And so he notices that and then becomes aware of your surroundings ( he would be looking around all confused noticing the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the expensively dressed costumers)

He freaks out bc yes he has came in those type of super expensive restaurants again but with Mr stark and he has money

' how much is it?' he would demand his bubbleness cut short. He has to call Mr stark to take care of this

' don't worry about it' you would wave him of , calling the waiter

He would then snatch the bill and seeing a total of 134 dollars he would freak( honestly what would someone even eat to make that big of a sum????)

Then he saw you pull out one 100 dollar bill and one 50 dollar one

The waiter came by and you sweetly told him to keep the change

All the whole Peter was having a complete inner mental breakdown

' wha- how do you have so much money??' he would ask dumbfounded

You were both mere teenagers after all and even though the sum wasn't something unreachable, it seemed unreasonable to spend such an amount of money at food when you could go out shopping or do something else

' money isn't a problem Pete ' you smile at him walking out of the door with him trailing closely behind you ' did you think my tours gave me nothing?'

'tours? What tours?'

Asks are always open<3

And that is how Peter found out that the reader was an idol(how he didn't know is a question for the ages)

This came out longer than intended but here we areeeeeee

sorry for the bajillin asks, you dont need to write them all, i just have silly things in my brain and i need to share them or else i will be more sucseptible to the incomprehensible horror that is my mind

wanda maximoff with a a really silly wizard!reader!

like they join the avengers because they're like really strong and wanda thinks they'll be good friends bc they have similar powers

she was right about the friends part, completely and utterly wrong about the powers tho.

like i imagine them casting seriously dangerous and useful spells but they're all weird af, like "I CAST TWO TESLA TRUCK COLLISION" or "INSTANT BRAZILLIAN WAX GONE WRONG"

( I am doing just a small blurb here )

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: idek man , fighting and nothing else really

Summary: Wanda meets the new recruit and is not disappoint even in the slightest( she is only maybe a bit disturbed)

Wanda was enthousiastic when in the end of the meeting the arrival of another possessor of magical abilities was announced

She couldn't wait for you to show up , ready to meet someone more similar to her

She loved the team with her whole heart she really did but it could get dull when everyone was training with each other and she got left on the rooms corner doing nothing but little swirls of red magic

The day you arrived she had already got the things she wanted to discuss with you made up in her mind ready to answer any potential questions

Finally at last another serious person in this place

She was waiting for you , when a person almost blew the doors open wearing bright colors with a wide smile

She stared at the person who was walking around looking for someone aperantly(. WTF DO YOU SPELL THAT WORD I WANNA SET MYSELF ON FIRE)

When you appeared unable to find the person you made a movement with your hand and a bright violet butterfly appeared . You whispered something towards it and it went flying towards the redhaired standing on her shoulder

Wanda was so confused for a second before realizing that you were the new avenger

You two quickly became friends , your fresh and light persona making her feel at ease

She had witnessed you performing magic spells that were cute albeit a little stupid

But then it came. The first battle both of you would participate on

She was busy doing her thing when she faintly heard what seemed to be your voice yelling 'BRAZILIAN QUICK WAX GONE COMPLETELY WRONG' followed by a scream. That couldn't be you , no way. She turned around only to see the new recruit surrounded by a bunch of enemies who were all on the ground groaning

' A GRANDMA WHO THINKS YOU STOLE HER MONEY' you then yell again while Wanda chuckles. Your magic was affective and oh so entertaining. She would really enjoy your company

Asks are always open<3

HAVE MORE IDEAS, MY MIND IS BEING PLAGUED RN

idk if you've seen Wonder Egg Priority, but you if you have you can skip the anime description!

WEP is an anime about this teenage girl whose friend k1lled herself and she gets these special eggs that contain teenage girls who also k1lled themselves. the girl breaks these eggs and has to protect the girl inside from a "wonder killer", which is the personified and monster-fied version of their trauma/cause of suicide. the girl has a weapon thats a normal item (i think it was a pen? i dont quite remember) and it turns into a large, cool (and obviously lethal) weapon to fight these monsters. once the monster is killed, the egg-girl disappears and is reborn (oh, btw the main character is invincible while fighting the monster, but whatever injuries they get during the fight can affect them in the real world, but the fighting makes them stronger so its easier for them to heal...its easy to overdo tho)

imagine if the reader is in the same situation, having to fight all these monsters by themselves (the monsters in the anime are in a dream world, but lets pretend they can fight them in their dreams and in reality) and going to school with random injuries.

peter, being their stalker of course, is very confused as to how this happens. he watches them all the time, he even has cameras in their room! how could they possibly be getting hurt? natasha and clint are following them whenever peter can't (y'know, spider-man duties and school stuff), tony put a tracker in their favorite jacket. they should be absolutely safe!

one day the avengers, peter, and reader are all hanging out in the avenger's tower, watching a movie or something, when an egg falls out of reader's pocket and makes an audible crack. reader starts the breathe really fast, whispering curses at themselves while they try to move the egg out of the room and away from everyone as quick as possible.

everyone is confused and a bit concerned, bucky tries to calm them down by saying things like "it's okay, we've got plenty eggs in the fridge" and reader isn't acknowledging him at all.

a girl pops out of the egg. a full size, teenage girl, just around peter and reader's age. there are screams outside as a large, unidentifiable creature terrorises the crowd, making its way towards the tower.

reader grabs their favorite pair of scissors as they break apart, turning into two large swords that vaugely resemble what they once were and jumps out of the window, girl tightly held in their arms and determination radiating from them like the sun radiates powerful energy

i feel like up until this point, the avengers and peter greatly underestimated reader's strength. i mean, they were totally babied by all of them, as they all thought reader was just a normal civilian. what they don't know is that they've fought these monsters a lot and has won every. single. fight. by themselves.

sry for the drabble, i thought it would be much shorter! anyways, you can continue the drabble i wrote if you'd like, i'd love to see your addition to my rambling! <3

NO BC I STARTED WRITING THIS AND HAD DONE SOLID PROGRESS AND THEN MY PHONE CLOSED OUT OF NOWHERE AND IT ALL GOT LOST AND I WANNA DIE. I will write this but probably tomorrow:)

this request might actually be kinda short for once, cuz its like 1 am and im a bit eepy

but you should tooootally write platonic yan!avengers + yan!peter with a seemingly stoic teen!reader. when they joined the team the avengers (except for peter) were kinda dreading having another teen around bc it meant more energeticness. but when they meet y/n, they're just super...chill? like they get their missions done so quickly it seems like they just went for a quick errand.

i feel like peter would be kinda intimidated by them, they probably don't smile a lot and they're only seen when something needs to be done. it would be pretty funny tho if everyone thought y/n lowkey hated them but in their mind it's just "omg my friendsss!!! i love them so dearly i hope im not a bother :)" (that's probably why wanda would be the only one that isn't intimidated by them)

bonus points if peter hears y/n talking to somebody in their room and they peek in and see them talking to their stuffed animals like they're pets and cuddling them tenderlyyy. like they just hear in the kindest voice ever "hello my sweet baby!! ohh i missed you so much *mwah mwah mwah* you're so soft and sweet i love youuuuu"

BONUS bonus points if he takes a pic and frames it like the weirdo he is

LOVE THE ASK AND I JUST TALKING TO YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS-

But also the y/n you are describing is like - the opposite of me?

Like I AM that bubble of energya and I own it up , so writing a stoic reader is HARD

Nonetheless, I thing that kind of reader will get along with bucky pretty great? Idk why I just think that Bucky would totally get that reader likes them , and just doesn't show it as much

Also I think Steve would appreciate reader b they are so effective?

This is like nothing , but I am exhausted from my studies and writer's block is a BITCH

AMD ALL the avengers trying to get closer to reader and in their minds they are filling bc reader isn't showing no kind of emotions at their tries

Meanwhile all reader can do is have a positive freak out on their mind, bc 'NAT NOTICED I LOVE THAT CHOCOLATE AND WENT OUT TO GET ME MORE??:')'

And then like they return to their room and begin jumping on he bed??

After a while when peter tells the other avengers about his and readers interaction, the avengers start monitoring readers room to find out their feelings

That's how they can access you , knowing whenever you're sad or happy or you liked their joke(you will rehearse it to your teddies)

They feel the need to check on the cameras more often when Wanda isn't around to confirm that you did NOT hate them

And while Peter is quite intimidated by you , he keeps trying and trying to get a positive reaction out of you

When he finally manages that , he is utterly thrilled , telling tony all about it and feeling like a star!

K also tony would install cameras in your teddies eyes do the avengers could feel like you were talking at them and not the teddies

Will probably get back to it when I am feeling productive-