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I think she likes girls

Imagine: Scott asking you out at a bar, understanding you're lesbian, suddenly being extremely supportive of this random stranger he just met and hyping you up to ask the pretty lass (Hope) that you couldn't rip your eyes off of ever since she walked in the room. 

Paring: Hope van dyne x fem!reader

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"Hey," a smaller man giving off 'classic dad' vibes slid into the barstool next to you. You did a double-take and realized he was talking to you. "Uh, hey," you gave an awkward, tight-lipped smile, aiming for your signals to hit him in the face.

"You want something to drink?" He asked. All you wished was that you could disintegrate into dust in the snap of a finger. That was until this extraordinary lady strolled through the low and stained doors of this hell hole place they call a bar. You couldn't keep your eyes off her. 

"Uh, yes please," the words slipped out, unaware of the man still in front of you. "I'll take a dry Martini," you slowly ripped your eyes off the pretty lass and became attentive to the situation. "I'm Scott, you?" You took a deep breath as he introduced himself. "I'm- I'm Y/N," 

You watched as she came closer to the counter, her hips swaying forcefully as she walked. Looking her up and down slowly as Scott ordered you drinks. 

"We should slow down, I was moving too quick," he turned back to give you your drink. It surprised you at how nice this man was, the sudden admiration caught you off guard. "I can read the signals from a mile away," He reassured, taking a sip of alcohol. 

You chuckled nervously, he must've caught you checking out the chick beside him. Though you were looking down at your swirling martini, you raised your head to face him with a wince. "Oh dear…" you trialled out with a ring of laughter followed by Scott. 

"I say give it a shot," he took another sip.

"Woah, woah… yeah, that's oughta be a no,"

"Then why go to a bar? C'mon the worst she could do is say no, it's not like you know each other," he hesitated, slowly looking up at you. "do you?"

You laughed again. "Gosh no!" Mumbling a little 'I wish' before taking another gulp of your beverage. 

"Then ask her out,"

"Alright."

You honestly didn't know what it was that made you stand up and walk towards her. Was it the alcohol bringing a newfound courage, was it the random stranger that just hyped you up about it? Possibly both… 

Just as you started to reach her she turned around, the two of you almost knocking into each other. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," you got a good look at her eyes, a beautiful golden brown that the party lights glistened off of. Her brown sugar hair, you could just visualize getting your fingers intertwined with. Everything you thought was amazing about her before was a million times better up close. 

"I- I uh…" you were at loss for words in her sight. You looked back at Scott for a quick reassuring jester, only to watch him play with the lemon on the side of his glass. You looked back at the angel in front of you and tried to gain the courage that had just fleed from you back. 

You cleared your throat and managed to squeak out your name. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you backed up a fraction, the quick flash of disappointment in her eyes going unnoticed. "Hope, nice to meet you," 

Her smile made you melt into the ground even more. Her soft hands meeting your dry, cold ones made you flush, this time with embarrassment. But Hope didn't mind, coming face to face with this doll, your hands were the least of her interests.

"Uh-  would you like something to drink?" You haven't asked someone out before. Being new to this endeavour made you much more anxious.

"I… just got something to drink," she smiled, trying to ease the tension.

"Oh-"

"But, I would love to sit with you,"

 A grin grew where your upset expression currently was.

"Great!"

There’s only one thing the marvel fandom can agree on.

Ant-Hony had the saddest death in the entire mcu

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.

neighbors

pairing: scott lang x black!reader

word count: 467

summary: cassie makes a new friend and introduces her to her scott.

a/n: here’s some scott and cassie lang content!

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i was walking my dog, duke, around my neighborhood trying to get use to the area. i didn’t know anyone but i knew that the neighbor to my right has a daughter, who might i add is absolutely adorable.

“hi” i hear a little voice behind me, i turn around and see my neighbors daughter smiling at me revealing her two missing teeth.

“hi sweetheart” she giggles at the nickname making me smile.

“i like you’re hair, it’s soooo curly” i smile at her compliment, i see her eyes sparkle as she looks at my hair.

“why thank you and i like yours too, the tiara makes you look likes a pretty princess” she giggles at my compliment.

“i’m cassie” she holds her tiny hand out and i shake it.

“i’m y/n” i say and she squeals making me giggle.

“we’re friends now” she declared and i smile, she runs away and yells “daddy i made a new friend” i giggle at her excitement.

“and who could that be peanut” her dad asks as she pulls him towards me.

he’s very handsome and i can tell he has a great personality based off of his daughter.

“daddy this is my new friend, y/n” cassie announced and he looks up, his eyes widen as i smile.

“hi nice to meet you...” i trail off not knowing his name.

“scott and it’s nice to meet you as well” he smiles at me and i smile back feeling warmth spread in my chest.

a year and a half later

“i’m gonna get you” scott yelled goofily as i ran around with cassie on my back.

“he’s picking up speed” cassie yells through her giggles.

“cassie hold on” she tightens her grip around my neck and waist.

i turn around stopping scott in his tracks, i grab his chin and kiss him catching him off guard. i pull away and run off with cassie down the hall.

“that wasn’t fair” scott yells making cassie and i giggle as we run upstairs, i walk into her room and kneel beside her bed so she can get off of my back and get into her bed.

“alright sweetheart get some sleep” i tuck her in and make sure she’s good before kissing her forehead.

i turn her nightlight on and turn her light out before meeting scott at the doorway “night peanut” he says pulling me into him.

“night daddy, night y/n” she mumbles sleepily before scott closes the door, leaving to cracked slightly.

scott and i walk into his room and he pulls me in for a kiss, i wrap my arms around his neck deepening the kiss.

he pulls away and rests his forehead in mine “i love you” he says barely above a whisper and i smile.

“and i love you”

Candy Case || Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Reader gets some candies on Halloween 🎃 Unfortunately, someone eats all of them.Reader  tries to find out who is behind this.

Warnings: none

Words: 938

Author: Cass

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

“Who ate all my candy?!!” You yelled loudly, your voice for sure echoed in every corridor in the tower.

Tony jumped out from his lab. “What?! Who ate who?! What?! Hulk ate Thor?!”

You looked at him blinking. “What? NO! Someone ate ALL MY candy!”

Tony looked at you annoyed. “Sweetheart… really? You know I love you but this is stupid.”

“STUPID!? Those were my candy! I worked hard to get them and someone ate them and I have no idea who.” You whimpered sadly.

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh, come here, sweetheart.” He said and hugged you. “Those are just a candies. If you want, I can buy you whole factory.”

“Thanks but that’s not the point! Those were my Halloween candies, I worked hard on my costume. I wanted to eat them today. I’mgonna find out who ate them!” You said full of confidence.

Tony looked at you blinking, then he sighed deeply. “Okay, like you wish, Sherlock. If you find this person nor persons, come to me and I will arrest them.”

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny, better go back to your lab before something will blow up there.” You kissed his cheek and walked away.

You entered the gym to look for literally anyone in whole tower and you immediately saw Steve and Bucky.

Steve was doing pushups while Bucky was sitting on Steve’s back and reading book, it always looked kinda funny.

“Bucky? Steve? Can I bother you a bit?” You asked softly and walked to them closer.

Steve didn’t stop his work out. “Sure, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

Bucky read one more page and looked at you. “How can we help you? Come on, sit down.”

You chuckled and sat on Steve’s shoulders next to Bucky. “So, there is a thing. Someone ate my Halloween candies. Maybe you two know something?”

“You see! I just won 15$ from you, Bucky! I told you she was screaming something about candy.” Steve muttered.

“Shut up, punk and about your case, Y/N. No, sorry, we are here since this morning.” Bucky shook his head.

“Yea, we are really sorry, Y/N but if we find out something, you can be more than sure that we will tell you.” Steve said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Okay, thanks, boys. Don’t overwork yourself Steve. See you later.”

“See you!” They said together and then you left the gym

You walked trough living room when suddenly pillow hit you right into the head. “Hey! What the heck!” You looked around.

“God! Sorry, Y/N! I was aiming at Peter!” You heard Scott’s voice.

“Yea, sorry, please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Peter said looking at you from the ceiling.

“Stark will know no matter what, kid, I mean f.r.i.d.a.y is watching!” Clint said and threw pillow at Peter. Poor boy fell down ontocarpet.

“Oh God! Peter, are you okay?” You walked to him and helped him get up.

“Yea, I am fine. I mean, I had worst.” He nodded.

You giggled and nodded. “Boys, I am glad I see you. I need to ask you something.” You began but Clint stopped you.

“Let me guess, you want to ask us if we know something about your candies.” He said and smiled.

“Exactly! Maybe one of you saw something or someone.” You said looking at three men, hopeful that they knew something.

“No, sorry, Y/N.” They said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Thank you anyway, boys.”

“Hey... if this will make you feel better, you always can join our pillow fight.” Scott offered, giving you his best smile.

“Thanks, Scott. Thank you all but I wanna find the person who did this to my candies. See you all later!” You waved at them and left.

You spend most of the day talking with other Avengers but you found out nothing. You finally lost hope and went to basement to Tony’s lab.

“Hey, sweetie!” You yelled walking inside. Tony was sitting in his chair, typing something on his computer. “Hey! You found someone? Who shall I arrest?” He asked and looked at you with smile.

“Shut up.” You muttered and sat on his laps, nuzzling to his chest.

“Oh, don’t be sad.  I will buy you like five candies factories.” Tony hugged you and kissed top of your head.

You smiled softly and just sat there, watching him working and looking around from time to time. Suddenly you saw something familiar on his desk, it was little bowl.

“Tony?” You asked and looked up at him.

“Mmm?” He only hummed in respond .

“Why this bowl is here?”

“What?” He looked at you and then at the bowl. “Ah I just found it in kitchen cabinet.” Tony shrugged.

“I put my candies into this bowl and put them into kitchen cabinet.” You looked at him frowning.

Tony looked at you slowly, smiling like an idiot. “Uhm... Sorry sweetheart...”

Peter walked to kitchen in the middle of the night. He walked through the living room when he heard growl-like sound from the couch. He shuddered, scared.

“GOD! No, don’t eat me! Whatever you are! I will give you everything!”

“Kid... What the hell are you doing here at this hour?” It was Tony.

Peter blinked. “Mr. Stark! What are you doing here on the couch?” He asked.

“Y/N kicked me out of the bedroom... I ate her candies.” Tony growled and hugged his pillow.

“Ohh... Ooh! That’s not good, sir.” Peter nodded and then quickly jumped to kitchen to grab a water. “So... Good night Mr. Stark.”

“Night..” He muttered and hid under the blanket. “I will never eat candies ever again.”