#scott lang reader insert

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Scott Lang x Female!Reader: Transformative

Summary: "Scott Lang had had a slew of transformative experiences in recent years. Tell him something he didn't know."

Rating/Tags: T (Not Avengers: Infinity War Compliant; post-Ant-man and the Wasp; Background Relationships; Makeup; Illness; Domestic Fluff; Not Anti-Hope van Dyne; Not Anti-Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne; Mild Language; Mild Sexual References)

Word Count: 2,630

Requester: Anonymous

Request: "Hii!! Could I request a Scott Lang X reader? It doesn’t have to be particularly long since it’s sort of simple: Scott reacting to see his s/o without makeup for the rest time. It’s sort of a big thing to him because his s/o is v insecure and picking as to who sees them with no makeup. It’s a rlly self indulgent request lol! Thank u!!!"

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: Hey, look at that! I've somehow tripled my fic output from 2024! By which I mean I only wrote one thing that entire year, and I want praise for writing three in 2025. It helps that, as stated in the request itself, this was really simple.

It'll probably take me a little longer to get to the next request. I need to rewatch both Amazing Spider-Man movies, and I only own the first one on DVD.

Ao3 Version Here

Transformative

Scott Lang had had a slew of transformative experiences in recent years. Tell him something he didn't know. Going from convicted felon to heist pawn to superhero to internationally-wanted criminal, some days he felt as though he'd already gone through the gamut of human exploits. Since his time in a prison cell, he'd written a book, reconciled with his ex-wife, opened a business, and saved the world a couple of times. He had an amazing daughter, a group of the best friends a guy could ask for, and even a stereotypical crotchety old mentor courtesy of one of those friends.

From the noises issuing from his phone speaker prior to his pressing end, it sounded as though he also had a dying girlfriend.

"What? [Name]'s dying?" Luis asked after Scott announced this to the group at large.

"Not literally," Scott said. "She's got a real bad cold, though, maybe a sinus infection."

"Oh." Luis took a moment to digest this information. "That's not an emergency. What are you doing, using your personal cell phone during work hours for something like that?"

Scott could find no immediate response that seemed fitting. Luis continued to insist on relegating him to the card table "desk" assigned to him when X-Con first opened its doors. All Scott had room for was his personal cell phone since Kurt wouldn't allow them to share landlines. Assuming his blank gaze said enough, Scott bent over to retrieve his keys from their spot on the floor.

Luis was staring at him when he resurfaced. "Where you going, buddy?"

"To [Name]'s place. She asked if I could pick up her medicine for her."

"Don't you think you'd better ask your boss if you want to knock off early?"

"Seriously?" Scott looked to Dave and Kurt for support.

"Hey, he made me ask permission to leave to see my mom last week, and she was in the hospital," said Dave.

"Guys, come on. You know [Name]. She wouldn't ask me to do this if she could do it herself."

Luis leaned back in chair—the nicest one in the office, of course—and crossed his arms over his chest. "How do I know you're not making this whole thing up so you can sneak over for some midday nooky?"

"Because I wouldn't do that," Scott protested, then added, "Not to mention, you're not really my boss. We're both the bosses here."

Only for so long could Luis keep up his serious expression without cracking up. He gestured toward the door between giggles. "I'm kidding, man. Go see your girl. She's clearly got you wrapped around her finger."

"I think that is called here 'pussy whipped,'" Kurt said.

"Yeah, thanks, Kurt," said Scott.

If he waited much longer, Luis might change his mind and send Scott off on a call or launch into a long and complicated story about the time his cousin's uncle's brother's son's girlfriend nearly did die of a cold. Then you might actually die before Scott could escape to deliver your prescription. So he booked it toward the hallway, not bothering to pull the door shut behind him as he bustled for the stairs.

"Don't forget to tell [Name] to get well soon from all of us!" Luis called to the general agreement of Kurt and Dave.

Scott waved to show he heard as he made a break in the direction of the building's first floor.

Outside at last, he blinked in the dazzling afternoon sun. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been outside while the sun was still up. Sign-ups for X-Con services went through the roof after their last adventure; all four men had been working long hours to try to keep up with the sudden demand.

He snapped out of his daze to squint at the screen on his phone. Something else Scott had forgotten: how difficult it could be to read anything there when it was so bright outside. How did Cassie manage the transition so easily all the time? It took him multiple attempts to manage a legible text message:

'Luis let me go. I'll be over with your medicine ASAP. If you see the light before I get there, don't walk into it!'

A moment later, you sent a single zombie emoji in answer.

'If you do turn completely by then, I promise to only mention your rotting lips whenever we kiss.'

His phone went into his pocket after the quick exchange. You needed rest; Scott had a mission; and besides, standing in the middle of the sidewalk and trying to read his phone would probably land him in urgent care, or at least give him premature wrinkles. The nearest MUNI looked ready to leave anyway. He caught it in the nick of time and rode it to the stop closest to the pharmacy you used. The text he sent in transit—'Do you need anything else while I'm out?'—went unread. Hopefully that meant you had gone to bed, not drowned in your own snot or some equally undignified way to die.

Despite the ribbing the guys and Hope often gave him over his burgeoning relationship with you, he'd miss you terribly if you passed away now. This was, obviously, ignoring the no small amount of guilt he'd feel for having failed to rescue you before it was too late. Letting you die on him would really put a crimp in his saving-people's-lives record.

Unfortunately, Scott's arrival at the pharmacy could not have been timed more poorly. The line to the counter snaked around multiple aisles inside the store. Well, 'tis the season, Scott thought as he resigned himself to his place at the very end. What choice did he have but to wait and wade through the bins of clearance Christmas decorations? At least the speakers above his head were playing something other than carols this deep into January.

To distract himself from the upcoming deluge of pink and red and hearts, Scott pulled out his cell phone once again. Still no reply from you. He sucked at the inside of cheek, wondering who would be available to chat. Hope was on a long-awaited vacation with her parents and certainly wouldn't react kindly to being interrupted for something so unimportant; Luis would just make fun of him some more; Cassie ought to be in school still.

So that left...Paxton and Maggie. And while the four of them got along much better those days, Scott didn't think he was so desperate for distant company as to contact them. They needed their rest, too. Cassie had had her own bout with the common cold last week. You'd probably caught yours from her, come to think of it.

Thinking of it more, Scott recalled Maggie asking him to pick up some things from the store for their daughter one evening. And suddenly he had a brilliant idea.

The Valentine section couldn't help him much, but soon he turned a corner into a more appropriate aisle. He wracked his brains for the items on Maggie's list as the line continued to inch along. VapoRub, check. Vitamin C booster, check. Assorted over-the-counter medicines for cold and flu symptoms, check.

All these items Scott dumped unceremoniously on the counter when his turn came at last. "Can I pay for all of this here?" he asked. The sullen-looking cashier nodded wordlessly, paving the way for Scott to launch into all the information required to obtain your prescription. He left the store ten minutes later with a paper bag filled with his purchases.

Still no answer from you when he checked his phone again. Scott deliberated for a second before rattling off an uneven, 'Headed your way now.' It wasn't until he made it to your front door that he looked again—and what he saw there took his worry up a notch.

'Can you just use your key to get in? I don't want to have to crawl to the door.'

Wow. Maybe Luis hadn't been too far off about you literally dying. You never asked Scott to simply waltz into your space. One of the unyielding rules of your relationship was that he always ring the doorbell and wait for you to answer. It begged the question of why you'd given him a copy of the key to begin with—but he'd rather not walk in on something you didn't want him seeing. So used to this standard was he that he half-expected the door to explode when he pushed it forward nervously, or you to burst into tears once he hesitantly stepped inside.

Neither occurred. In fact, nothing occurred. Nothing so much as moved as he looked around the cozy home.

"[Name]?" he called. "It's me, Scott! Which you probably already figured out, but I don't want you overexerting yourself because you think I'm a burglar. Well, I am a burglar. I'm here to leave you something today, though. Sort of the opposite of burgling. Not that I'd ever burgle you anyway. Or that I still commit burglaries of any kind!"

He had to clench his teeth together to stop himself from rambling. The quiet snap seemed to echo in the stillness. A very long pause followed his announcement until a series of coughs shattered the silence.

"I'm here," you croaked from a distant room.

The continued miserable sniffling led him easily to your bedroom. You'd left the door ajar—or perhaps a real burglar had. And what kind of boyfriend would he be to stand by and let you get burgled in the next room over?

Taking only the time necessary to fish a Pym Particle Disc from his pocket, Scott kicked the door further open, leaped into the room brandishing the disc, and yelled:

"Freeze, criminal! Hands where I can see them!"

Another coughing fit ensued. When he glanced in the direction of the noise, he found you lying in bed, propped up by what appeared to every pillow in the place.

"What are you doing?" you finally managed to ask him.

But Scott found himself unable to speak. He was thunderstruck. You'd been dating for months, but now he found himself faced with such a sight without any time whatsoever to mentally prepare.

"God, you look horrible," he blurted.

You colored as much as you could, which wasn't much, and Scott realized at once that he'd really put his foot in his mouth this time. There might even have been something glittering in the corners of your eyes.

"No, no, no, no, no." He stumbled forward, tossing his bag to the foot of the bed as he sat down by your knees.

"I just...didn't think I could sit up long enough to do my makeup again," you said throatily—from unshed tears or unblown snot, he could not say.

"[Name], that's not what I—"

"I had only just taken everything off from going to the doctor, and I feel like crap, and now I look like crap, and I let you see me like this, and—"

Scott interrupted by picking up the hand you had resting nearest to him on the comforter. This he lifted to his lips in a swift kiss. Thankfully, this expression of concern worked more successfully than his last.

"You look like someone who doesn't feel their best. That's all I meant. Ah!"

"What?" you asked as Scott scrambled for the discarded bag.

"I brought your medicine. The sooner you take it, the sooner you'll start to feel better." All this he said while he rummaged through his things. He pulled the prescription bottle out of the mess with a vague noise of triumph. "Let me go get you something to drink it with."

He left the room in a hurry, more to give you time to compose yourself than any actual rush on his part. Already you had allowed him to see you without your makeup on for the very first time. The difference was striking enough without adding weeping to the mix—not upsetting, just obvious. Scott never asked why you preferred to be seen with your face fully "on," as you put it. But he knew it meant something that you'd let him see you so vulnerable that afternoon. Maybe it only meant that you felt terrible, but that was still something.

It took him a few minutes to find everything he needed in your kitchen. He grabbed an insulated cup with a lid from one cabinet, some fruit juice from the fridge, and filled the former with the latter. When he returned to your bedroom, he found you'd taken the opportunity, as expected, to clean up. Now you were pulling items one by one out of the paper bag.

"Is this all for me?" you asked.

Putting a coaster down on your bedside table and struggling with the childproofing on your medicine kept him too busy to reply for a bit. Then he looked up to see you staring at him, waiting for his answer.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! I tried to remember everything Maggie asked me to grab for Cassie. I figured it might help since you probably caught your bug from her when we took her out for dinner after her soccer match."

You eyed the VapoRub in your palm speculatively. "Thank you."

"Anything for the world's most beautiful woman, even when she's sick. But I know you'd rather get back to using lipstick sooner rather than later, so why don't you take your pill?"

He held out the cup and the medicine bottle. You rolled your eyes, smiling. After trading him the container of VapoRub for the drink, you gulped down some cold juice and knocked back a capsule.

"You know," Scott said as you swallowed, "I'd be a disaster at applying your eye shadow, but I could help you apply this if you wanted."

Was the noise you made in response because you inhaled juice or you stifled a laughed? "Scott, if you get any closer to me than you already have, you'll probably end up as sick as I am. You might already have caught it."

"So? Honestly, I could use the time off. You have no idea how much PTO I've accrued lately. Luis can be real taskmaster."

"He just wants X-Con to be successful." 

“He says get well soon, by the way. So do Dave and Kurt. Are you sure you want me to go back to them instead of staying here with you?”

He smiled sheepishly as you lifted your head to regard him down your noise. Then you finally relented: "I could use the company. But no doing my makeup for me! And I'll apply my own VapoRub, thank you very much." You plucked the container right from his hand before he could protest. Not that he intended to protest when he had a better idea.

"We can watch a movie together and order takeout. My treat."

"Mr. Moneybags over here," you said.

But you scooted over so that he could climb onto the bed and stretch out next to you. While he used the remove to scroll through options to find something you'd both enjoy, you snuggled up close to him.

"Scott," you murmured sleepily about twenty minutes into the film.

"Hm?"

"Thanks for coming to my rescue today."

"Anytime, [Name]. Anytime. Kind of the in the job description, right?"

"Superhero or boyfriend?"

"Both."

It wasn't long after that that you began to snore against his neck. Scott smiled into the dimly-lit bedroom. He had seen you without your makeup, and you both loved each other just the same. Of all the transformative experienced he'd had during his life—some good, some bad, some large, some small—that day might just go on his list of top five.

[munsons-hellfire]

It All Fell Down | Steve Rogers

SUMMARY: You and Steve promised each other a life together after you bring everyone back. 5 years had been enough for you two to marry and have a child together, but with a possible chance to bring everyone back including your brother it was worth it. You just wish you knew the risk before it all fell down.

PAIRINGS: Steve Rogers x Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: SFW, fluff, angst, time-travel, alternate universe, death, blood, gore, thanos.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so this song is definitely inspired by Dynasty by MIIA. I was listening to it on repeat and came up with this idea, I thought about writing it for ACOTAR but I felt that the idea I had in mind fit Steve better so here we are. Highly recommend listening to the song at least once, mainly towards the end of the one-shot, when their facing off against Thanos. This is also a AU as it doesn't quite follow the movie ending. I took a different route. Also I have included a dragon in this story but I'm kind of changing things up so it might seem confusing when introduced to the dragon. I hope you like this!

WORD COUNT: 5.8K

James Rogers giggled as he ran around your house. Your husband was out and you were home watching your son. Your parents were there to help, they were in the kitchen cooking dinner for the five of you. The only thing missing was your brother. He had been one of the many people who disappeared when Thanos snapped his fingers. He was right by your side, fighting with you and Steve.

Then he was gone before you even had a chance to register what was truly happening. It was a struggle at first for everyone to live in a new world where only 50% of the population lived. When you found out that you were pregnant life became a little more bearable. You still helped out at the Avengers compound but you had taken to motherhood quickly and loved it more than anything.

Steve was an amazing father to your son and you couldn’t wait to tell him that James would be a big brother in a few months. But everything changed when Steve returned, Natasha with him and an old friend you thought had also disappeared. The shock was evident in your face as you stopped in your tracks standing in the hallway and staring at Scott Lang,

“Scott?” You breathed out, the shock leaking from your voice as well. He walked towards you pulling you into a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you.” He whispered after pulling back from the hug.

“How?” You didn’t understand what was going on and you wanted to cry, your emotions were all over the place.

“I was stuck in a place called the Quantum Realm.” He explained.

“Daddy!” James yelled running past you and Scott and immediately jumping into his father’s outstretched arms.

“You two have a kid?” He asked, looking from you back to Steve. The blond soldier smiled softly, holding onto James tightly as he walked up next to you.

“We do.” Steve answered.

“James, this is mommy and daddy’s friend Scott. Scott, this is our son James.” Your child tried to hide away in his father’s grasp, his shyness taking over at the new person. Scott smiled at your son. “What’s happening?” You proceeded to ask, wanting to know why Scott and Natasha were here.

It was normal for Natasha to always be here. She had married your brother before the Accords had happened. Therefore she was your son’s Aunt by marriage. And even after he had disappeared Natasha still came over. She spoiled James to death and you love their relationship.

“We might be able to bring everyone back.” Natasha said, hope lingering in her eyes. Something you hadn’t seen in the last five years.

“What?” Your words were choked as they fell from your lips. Steve reached out and grabbed a hold of your hand entangling your fingers together.

“If we can go back in time and retrieve the stones we might be able to reverse what Thanos did. We can bring everyone back!” Scott said excitedly.

You exchanged a look with your husband, he had his eyes on you. Your parents entered the room looking at the group and understood what needed to be done.

“Do it.” Your mothers voice ran through your ears and you turned to look back at them.

“Mom, I can’t leave James. One of us has to be here with him.” You said.

The older woman stepped forward, she grabbed your free hand and held it in hers. A soft sad smile graced her pink lips, she too had hope clear as day in her brown eyes.

“James will be fine with his grandparents. The world needs Captain America and The Dragon Rider. The world needs saving, and if you can bring everyone back, if you can bring Lu back, then you need to go. You need to be there when he returns.” Tears started to flow down your cheeks.

“Okay.” You paused and looked at your husband. “After we do this we retire permanently.”

“I can agree with that.” Steve said softly, sending you a bright smile.

You turned back towards Scott and Natasha. “Let’s go bring our family home.”

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In the days since you and Steve had agreed to help bring the others back, you had gathered everyone that was left. You and Natasha had found Clint and brought him back. It was a sight to see and one you had never expected to see. When others joined you some had to be introduced to Egan, your fire-drake. He was the last of his kind, looking for his bond partner. The dragon had bonded with you years before you had become an Avenger. He heard your cry for help one night when you were out on a mission as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

You had sustained an injury to your abdomen and were left to bleed out. Had it not been for Egan you wouldn’t be here right now, you wouldn’t be an Avenger, or a wife, or a mother. You wouldn’t have everything that you have. You found the bond between you and the dragon and held onto it until he had managed to get you back to S.H.I.E.L.D. From there he never left your side.

The two of you started to train together, and he showed you how to use his powers. The bond that tied you two together allowed you access to the fire-drakes powers, it allowed you to use them as you pleased. With communications you were the only one who could understand him when he talked, oftentimes you’d translate for him if he talked to the others that were a constant in your life.

For this mission you’d be going back in time to 2012 with Steve, Scott, Tony, and Bruce. However you’d have to leave Egan behind. He wasn’t going to be thrilled about it when you went to tell him. He had been your protector for years, you couldn’t be separated from each other and if you were it would only be in death if one of you died. His duty to you as a bonded partner was to help keep you safe.

You stood looking at the machine that would take you back to 2012. While you were so excited to bring everyone back, to bring your brother back something felt off about this mission. Your gut was telling you that something was going to happen. The others had gathered behind you looking at what you had been looking at.

“I need to talk to Egan before we leave.” You mentioned Steve and the others listening to you. They kept their gaze on the time traveling device. This plan had taken a few days to get together, especially having to learn more about each of the stones and where they’d be.

“He’s not going to be happy when you tell him he has to stay here.” Steve said, as he walked up to you placing his large hands on your hips and pulling you close to his body.

You glanced up into his green-blue eyes, a hand lifting up to rest on his cheek. You moved your thumb back and forth, the feeling of touch enough to comfort you.

“I know. And even though we’re moving back through time, he’ll still be able to feel our bond and I’ll still have access to his powers. It will be okay.” You tried to smile but you couldn’t ignore the gut feeling. You heard a thump coming from outside, indicating that Egan had returned from the lake, his favorite spot on the Avenger’s compound. It was odd for a fire-drake but he loved it.

Steve placed a kiss on your temple and removed his hands from your hip. Your hand fell from his face and you started to walk away, heading outside to speak with Egan while everyone started to prepare for the mission.

“Egan.” You called out, when you stepped outside.

“Yes, my dear Rider.” He called back, whispering in your mind.

You came to a stop, lifting your eyes to look at the fire-drake. He leaned his head down towards you. You lifted your hand and scratched underneath his chin. The scales were rough, but it was nothing you weren’t used to.

“I have to leave for a mission and I need you to stay here.” You said, looking away from the dragon.

He released a puff of air, the sentence enough to anger. “Why, Rider?” Egan had a knack for calling you “Rider” instead of using your name but you really didn’t mind. If that’s what he preferred to call you then that’s what you allowed him to call you.

“We’re going through a place called the Quantum realm, you can’t go in there and you can’t go back in time. But the bond will still work and I will still have access to your powers. Therefore I’ll be able to keep myself protected until we get back.” You explained.

“Why does this mission require that of you?”

“We’re going to bring everyone back, Egan. There is a way to do it and this is the way.”

“You know dangers will follow you back, that’s why most do not reach further back in time.”

“I know, and my gut is telling me something will happen but we have the chance to bring them back. We need to bring them back. So I’m going despite what my gut is telling me.”

“As long as you don’t die on me, Rider.”

“I won’t, I have you to come back to, and a kid to come back to.”

“Is this truly the last mission? Does this mean retirement is finally on the horizon?”

“I hope so, why?”

“I smell the child you bear, when the child is born I will become their new bonded dragon.”

You looked at the dragon, his orange eyes gleaming at you. “I forgot you could smell babies in the womb. Why not James?” You asked.

“He is bonded to another dragon, and that dragon will make its appearance known when James calls out to it. Just like you did, and just like the child inside you calls to me.”

“You’ll protect this child?”

“It is my duty, just like it was my duty to protect you Rider. So long as you promise to be safe on this mission.”

“I promise.” You looked back as Steve stood at the door holding it open. “It’s time to go, I’ll see you when we get back.”

“If you need me to talk, I’ll be there through the bond.”

“Thank you, Egan.”

With these words you watched Egan lift off into the sky and fly back towards the lake. You turned around and headed towards Steve. Then you’d all leave to retrieve the Infinity Stones, one step closer to bringing your brother back.

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You returned, a smile on your face. All the stones had been collected. You were now closer than ever. As you looked around however you noticed one person missing from the group. Natasha. You stepped forward, away from Steve.

“Where is she?” You asked, calling attention to everyone. Clint fell down to your knees. When he did you felt it then and there. You walked to Clint, until you too fell to your knees. Your hands reached out for Clint, he looked at you with a defeated look on his face. His best friend was gone, your sister-in-law gone, there was no way you could bring her back.

You rested on Egan looking up at the sky as he rested on his make-shift bed that was placed in the water. While he liked to be around water he didn’t exactly like certain parts of it. You needed to hear what happened but you also needed space from everyone, Steve knew that. You had always been that way after a loss. But something like this, he wasn’t so sure he’d be able to pull you back from whatever spiral was going on in your mind.

“Calm the thoughts.” Egan whispered in your mind.

You ignored the dragon. “Do we know if she had family?” Tony asked, finally breaking the silence between them.

“Yeah. Us. Lu.” Steve said, mention your brother. The blond looked up to you, while you looked away at the mention of your brother. Now you had to tell him that he lost his wife, that he wouldn’t ever get to see her again. Tears escaped your eyes at the thought of telling him, you’d need Steve with you when you told Lu.

“What?” Thor questioned, walking over to them. He was taking the news just as hard as everyone else if not worse.

“Huh?” Tony stood from the bench looking at Thor.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Just asked him a question.”

“Yeah, no, you’re acting like she’s dead. Why are we acting like she’s dead? We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones… Cap, we can bring her back. Isn’t that right? So, stop this shit. We’re the Avengers. Get it together.”

“Can’t get her back.” Clint said, finally speaking. A quiet sob escaped your lips as you closed your eyes.

“What’s he…? What?”

“It can’t be undone. It can’t.”

Thor laughed, looking around at his friends, at his family. “Look, I’m sorry, no offense, but you’re a very earthly being, okay? And we’re talking about space magic. And “can’t” seems very definitive. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, look, I know that I’m way outside my pay grade here. But she still isn’t here, is she?” Clint asked, as he walked away from the post he had been leaning against. You sat up on Egan’s back, looking down at the others. But your eyes found your husband. Tony pulled his glasses off and lowered his head.

“No, that’s my point.” Thor tried to fight, it seems he really was the only one fighting. You could really say much, you didn’t know what you could say.

“It can’t be undone.” The words echoed in your ears like a drum. Releasing a shaky breath you looked away from the others again. “Or that’s at least what the red, floating guy had to say. Maybe you wanna go talk to him, okay? Go grab your hammer and you go fly and you talk to him.”

“Clint.” You muttered, placing your eyes back on the man. He turned, pulling his eyes away from Thor to look at you. But you said nothing, his name was all you could manage to say. But he could see the pain on your face. It hurt to see that pain, he had to look away.

“It was supposed to be me. She sacrificed her life for that goddamn stone. She bet her life on it.”

Bruce turned back towards them, looking around at his friends. His eyes lingered on you, only then when you felt his gaze did you look at him. “She’s not coming back. We have to make it worth it. We have to.” Steve stood, his eyes found Bruce’s.

“We will.”

When the others left you slid off Egan’s back onto the dock. Steve took your hands in his and held onto them as he steadied you.

“You should tell him.” Egan whispered in your mind. You looked back at the dragon, a glare exiting from your face and towards Egan. He only chuckled in your head.

“What’s he saying?” Steve asked, pulling you back to him.

“He wants me to tell you something.” You whispered softly, lowering your head afraid to look at your husband. It wasn’t that you were afraid to tell him, it was more that you were afraid of what you might lose. One person near and dear to you was gone, you couldn’t lose anyone else, but that lingering feeling wouldn’t go away.

“What is it?” Steve questioned, quirking a brow.

“James, he is going to be a big brother.” You said softly, a small smile falling onto your face. The sadness had been replaced with happiness and Steve pulled you into his embrace as he released a laugh.

“When did you find out?” He pulled back to stare at you, scanning your face for any trace of a lie.

“A few days ago, Egan later confirmed it. I wasn’t entirely sure until he told me that he could feel the bond between him and our kid.” You explained, looking back at Egan who gave a nod.

“He’s not bonded with James?” Steve seemed confused, and you understood why.

“No, apparently James is already bonded to a dragon. One that’ll come to him when he calls out to it. I guess my time is coming up which means that Egan will need a new bonded Rider and it seems that our child is the perfect match to take over.”

“As long as you still make sure both our children know how to handle these dragons with care. I’m happy we’re having another kid.”

Once again you were smiling. Though the thought of having to raise this kid in a world where Natasha no longer existed broke your heart. But one thing was clear, you would make sure your kid knew who their aunt was. You rested your forehead on Steve's. He closed his eyes for a moment and so did you. The moment was broken when they called out to you and Steve. With a heavy sigh the two of you headed back towards the building to hopefully bring everyone back, to bring your brother back.

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Your eyes were on the gauntlet, the scan was finishing up. Steve stood in front of you, while Rocket and Tony were looking at the glove.

“All right, the glove’s ready. Question is, who’s gonna snap their freakin’ fingers?” Rocket asked, sending the question around the room.

“I’ll do it.” You shifted slightly as Thor walked over to the gauntlet.

“Excuse me?” Tony inquired.

“It’s okay.”

“Stop, stop. Slow down.”

“Thor. Just wait.” Your husband said, stepping in front of him and taking charge. “We haven’t decided who’s gonna put that on yet.”

“I’m sorry. What, we’re all just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?’

“We should at least discuss it.” Scott said, jumping into the conversation. You knew none of them would be able to handle the power. The only ones strong enough to handle it would either be you or Bruce. But you knew very well with the baby growing inside you, you couldn’t risk it. Your eyes found Bruce as he found yours. The two of you exchange a silent conversation without words.

“Just let me do it.” You heard Thor whisper to Tony. “Just let me do something good. Something right.”

“Look, it’s not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent. I’m telling you. You’re in no condition.”

“What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?” Thor proceeded to ask him.

“Cheez Whiz?” Rhodey remarked, glancing at the God of Thunder.

Thor pointed to him, but his eyes remained on Tony. “Lighting.”

“Yeah.”

“Lighting.”

“Lighting won’t help you, pal.” Bruce said, taking a turn in the conversation. It’s gotta be me. You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him. None of you could survive. Maybe Y/N, but that’s a big if.” Bruce further explained, walking right up to the glove.

“How do we know you will?” Steve asked him, his hand had found yours. You squeezed it gently but kept your eyes on Bruce.

“We don’t. But the radiation’s mostly gamma. It’s like… I was made for this.” Bruce grabbed a hold of the glove and turned away from everyone. Steve placed you behind himself to keep you and the baby protected. Steve knew about the shield that swarmed around the baby, but you didn’t have one and this was his reasoning for you behind him in case something happened.

“Good to go, yeah?” Tony asked his friend.

“Let’s do it.”

“Okay, remember, everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago you’re just bringing them back to now, today. Don’t change anything from the last five years.” Tony explained to him.

“Got it.” Everyone shielded up as a way to protect themselves.

“Friday, do me a favor and activate Barn Door Protocol, will ya?” Friday started to do what Tony had asked, the sun disappearing from the building all together.

“Everybody comes home.” You watched as Bruce pushed his hand forward sliding it into the glove as it shifted into a different size to better accommodate Bruce’s hand for the snap. When it was all done, the stones started working. The power moved up his body, he fell to his knee groaning.

“Take it off! Take it off!” Thor shouted.

“No, wait. Bruce, are you okay?” Steve asked, holding his hand to the side but looking at Bruce. Bruce released another groan.

“Talk to me, Banner.”

“I’m okay.” He finally answered. I’m okay.” You felt the glimmer of hope finally settling in your chest as you watched the scene before you unfold quickly. Bruce lifted his hand, and snapped his fingers. The glove slid from his hand and he fell to the ground.

“Bruce?” Steve called, running to his side and kneeling down. Clint ran to the glove, kicking it away.

“Don’t move him.” Tony said. You kneeled behind Steve looking down at your friend. Bruce looked around at you, Steve, and Thor while holding onto Steve’s arm.

“Did it work?” Bruce questioned you all.

“We’re not sure. It’s okay.” You glanced up at your husband, a smile falling onto your lips. But that smile faded when destruction fell onto the compound. Egan flew from the water and towards the building. In the midst of the collapse you were pulled away from Steve. You knocked your head in the process, and a pipe flew into your shoulder. A scream came from your throat.

“Egan!” You screamed. You were in the rubble by yourself. It felt like it was falling down, like it was going to collapse any second. You couldn’t see Steve, he was nowhere in sight. “Steve!” You screamed once more.

“I’m coming, Rider.” Egan’s voice filtered through your head. “Stay calm, deep breaths.”

You moved to your knees looking around, a sharp pain shot through your shoulder, you looked over to the left side and noticed the pipe protruding from it.

“Shit.” You mumbled to yourself. Moving your other hand you ripped a piece of your suit off. Releasing a few breaths you placed your hand onto the pipe, then you proceeded to pull the pipe out. Another scream escaped your dusted lips. You took a second to stop, then you noticed the spot you were in moved again. Panic started to fill inside you, you were trapped with nowhere to go and were more than likely going to die.

“Focus on the pipe, not death. I will get to you, Rider.” Egan said.

Taking another deep breath you exhaled again, then you proceeded to pull on the pipe again. Tears began to prick at your eyes as you continued to pull on the pipe. Finally you were able to get it out of your shoulder, then you took the cloth you had ripped from your suit and tied it as tight as you could to make sure the bleeding stopped. Just when you thought the rubble around you was going to collapse, Egan appeared, moving it out of the way.

“Climb on, Rider.” You smiled brightly at the dragon and moved onto his back, holding on as he started to move back the way he came from. The rubble from the building moved around his long body. He continued to climb up while you stayed close to him to ensure that none of the rubble hit you in the process. You could feel the pain coming from your shoulder but you were choosing to ignore it. You needed to get back to the surface to fight.

“Did you see any of the others?” You questioned, attempting to subside your panic over who might have been injured or worse died.

“No, but he returned.” Egan managed to get out as he pushed through more rubble close to breaking the surface.

“Who returned, Egan?”

“The one we lost to.”

“Thanos?” You closed your eyes, the feeling that lingered in your body was still there. It was all because of the Titan, he had returned. And he might have been from a different time but it seemed he still had the same plan. “Shit, this is not good. Fly, you need to fly now.”

Egan didn’t need to be told twice. He took off and flew up towards the entrance he had come in, upon flying through it you looked to see the army Thanos had with him. Your eyes found Steve as he picked himself from the ground, standing against Thanos even if it was a last ditch effort. Suddenly a voice came through on your speaker, that connected you to the rest of the team.

“Hey, Cap, you read me?” Hope filled your chest when you heard your friend’s voice for the first time in five years. “Cap, it’s Sam. Can you hear me?” You pulled your eyes away from Steve as something started to appear behind him. “On your left.”

A portal appeared, three figures walking through it. When you got a closer look you saw that it was T’Challa, Okoye, and T’Challa’s sister Shuri. He nodded to Steve as Sam flew out of the portal. More portals were appearing, the ones you had lost all returning to help aid in the battle against Thanos. To aid as one whole team, to win for a better future. Tears glimmered in your eyes when you caught sight of your brother on his own dragon, Terra.

It was an unfortunate event to watch not only your brother disappear but his dragon as well. He had bonded with his dragon years prior to your bond with Egan happening. He knew well before you did that you would find a dragon to bond with. Egan flew higher in the air coming up next to Terra. Both dragons sent a nod to each other as you continued to smile at your brother.

“Avengers…” Steve called out from down below. “Assemble.”

Battle cries left everyone’s throats as they all took off towards the enemy, yourself included. Egan flew lower and lower to the ground, breathing fire on the army that came towards your team.

“I need to drop down, get me as low as you can then continue to fight okay?” You ordered, looking around for your husband. You wanted to fight by his side, you knew very well that your brother would come looking for you anyway.

“I can do that Rider.” Egan lowered down close enough that you could drop to the ground. When you did you rolled forward, pulling a blade from your suit you took off running for Steve. When you made it to him, you slid on the ground throwing your blade into the familiar Chitauri alien you once fought against. Steve looked down at you, then he picked you up from the ground pulling you into a hug.

“I’m okay.” You whispered, hugging him just as tightly. “We’re okay.” You promised. When you pulled away from him you walked over to the alien and pulled your blade from its body.

“Don’t leave my side, unless you're with Egan.” Steve ordered, while you were tempted not to listen to him you understood his need to keep you and your baby safe. Before you had a chance to reply someone stepped into your line of sight.

“This looks like a great time for a family reunion.” Lu said, a bright smile covering his face. When your older brother was close enough he pulled you into a hug.

“I missed you.”

“I know, I missed you too. Now, where’s my wife?” Lu questioned when he pulled back from you. He watched sorrow fill your face and Steve’s face at the mention of Natasha. You could tell he knew just from your looks. “How? How did she die?” He pushed, a few tears escaping his eyes.

Your lips trembled, “she sacrificed herself for the soul stone, I’m so sorry, Lu.” You cried out, hating to be the one to tell your brother. He looked down at the wedding band, a soft cry leaving his lips. Then he wiped his tears away.

“Okay.” He breathed out. “I will mourn her loss after we win this battle.”

The three of you went back into the battle, you stayed close to Steve fighting as many of the aliens as you could. The gauntlet was being dragged across the battlefield to get it back to the van and return the stones. Steve grabbed a hold of you to cover you as shots were fired down around you. You moved away from Steve pushing your blade through another alien as Steve talked to Peter Parker.

The firing shots were getting worse and worse, Egan had returned to protect you from the cover until eventually it stopped. You looked up watching as Carol flew down towards the ship and destroyed it completely. A smile tugged its way to your lips as the female finally showed up to help. You moved away from Steve and Egan, swinging your blade into the aliens that came towards you. Their blood fell onto your body, but you didn’t have a care in the world.

“Y/N!” Someone shouted your name. You turned around and when you did you came face to face with your husband. He looked at you, like it was the last time he’d get to see your face light up when he appeared. He was okay with the fate he had chosen for himself, if it meant that you and his baby were alive then he was okay to die this way. Finally your eyes lowered to the blade that had been plunged into his stomach. Everyone on the battlefield seemed to halt their movements, even the ones you were fighting against.

“Breath.” Steve whispered, lifting his hand to the side of your face. When the breath of air finally left your airways he collapsed to the ground. You followed in suit, grabbing a hold of him and pulling him into your chest.

“No, no, no.” You cried out, the tears breaching through. Your hands had long since let go of the blade you had, they were now holding onto Steve’s wound. The blond looked up to you, a smile washing onto his face. “No, please don’t leave, don’t leave us.” You cried out. Your brother and Tony had appeared. Tony came up next to you looking down at his friend. While Lu came to the other side. Both Egan and Terra shielded you all but they could feel it come, they’d have to move out of the way.

“You tell James, I love him.” Steve ushered out of his lips.

You shook your head. “No, you’re gonna tell him yourself because he needs you. Our babies need you, I need you.”

“I’ll always be with you, no matter where you go, no matter what happens. I’ll never leave your side. I love…” Steve choked out the next words. “I love you… so much.” Steve looked over at his brother-in-law. “Take care of her, and the kids.”

“I will, Steve.” Lu said.

Finally your husband gave you a final glance as he took his last breath. You looked at him, never leaving his eyes. “Steve?” More tears fell down your already stained cheeks. “Steve, baby, please.” You lowered your head to his chest to listen for a heartbeat but felt nothing.

“Stay calm, my dear Rider.” Egan whispered in your head. You noticed that Lu had managed to get Tony in the air and away from you. He had climbed onto Terra and went back into the battle as it had begun to rage on again. You summoned every inch of the power that connected you to Egan.

A gut wrenching scream rushed through your mouth as the powers swam out of your body burning any alien that was a few feet from you. But you couldn’t fight anymore, exhaustion had rendered you useless. Time seemed to slow down as the powers disappeared from your body. You lowered your head back to Steve’s body and held onto him. You were numb, not able to feel anything that happened around you. This was the last thing you had ever expected.

This life you had built with Steve had been taken away from you just like that. It all fell down in the end and there was nothing you could do about it, nothing you could do to save him from saving you. At some point your brother had returned to gather you up from the battlefield. Terra had picked up Steve’s body. Nothing would be the same now that he was gone. You were just thankful to have your two kids, a piece of him remained in them and you were forever thankful.

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In the aftermath of the battle you had learned that Tony had sacrificed himself to save everyone else. You stood out by the lake, James in your arms and resting his head on your shoulder. Bucky came up next to you, he looked at the child in your arms. Finally you turned to look at the man that Steve called his best friend.

“Are you going to be okay?” Bucky asked, finally breaking the silence between you two.

“No. I won’t, not for a long time. But I know that I’ll get through it. I have James and his little brother or sister. I have my parents and my brother, and I have all of you. So while I say I won’t be, I will. I just need a day at a time.” You explained. Bucky gave a nod of his head.

“Was it your idea or his?” Bucky pointed to your son.

“He insisted on your first name being his middle name but I thought that James was a perfect first name and that he would love to share the same first name with his uncle. He has Lu’s name as his middle name so it works out.” You paused looking back out at the water, taking in a breath you held it.

“Breathe.” Egan whispered.

You exhaled and looked back at Bucky. “I expect you to be one hell of an uncle to these kids. I don’t want you to be a stranger, I know Steve wouldn’t be too happy about it.”

“I will visit as much as I can, Y/N.”

“Sounds like a deal, Bucky.” With those words you walked away from the man. He watched as you disappeared, going back to the life you had created with Steve even though he wouldn’t be a part of it anymore.

[a-strange-echo]

Marvel Masterlist:

You can request stuff here.

-Baron Helmut Zemo:

Flufftober day 2: Friends, family, loved ones

Summary: It's not possible to never think about something as traumatic as the loss of a child, luckily he is not alone anymore.

Flufftober day 3: "Wait you love me?" "I always have."

Helmut Zemo x vigilente!enby!reader

Summary: During a night patrol, reader ran into their old friend Helmut Zemo who then decided to walk them back home. Arriving at their house, he thinks it's a good time to confess his feelings.

Flufftober day 8: Rainy day

Sumary: A comfy rainy day between a couple.

-James "Bucky" Barnes:

Flufftober Day1: "I've got you."

Bucky Barnes x Oc (Spider-sona)

Summary: Bucky and Rigel are on a mission together but he has to relive a traumatic moment of his life to get out of this dangerous situation.

-Steve Rogers:

Flufftober Day 4: Cinderella moment

Pre-Serum!Steve Roger x reader

Summary: When working on fixing a boat on a hot day, Steve can't help but compare himself to Bucky again. Luckily, Y/N is there to remind him what really matters.

Flufftober Day 7: Porch swing

Summary: Just a nice evening with your husband Steve Rogers and his best friend.

-Tony Stark

Coming soon...

-Stucky

Coming soon...

-Sam Wilson

Coming soon...

-Peter Parker

Coming soon...

-Natasha Romanoff

Coming soon...

-Scott Lang

Coming soon...

[t-marveland]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 | scott lang

Scott Lang x Reader

Warning : aucun

Mots : 97

Masterlist

Tu avais enfin admis ton attirance envers Scott. Cela faisait quelques semaines qu'il faisait des allusions sur le fait qu'il t'aimait vraiment bien, mais tu le rejetais à chaque fois. Et cette fois dans la voiture, tu rentras dans son jeu de séduction.

❝━ Tu es en retard. Avait-il dit en entrant dans la voiture.

━ J'espère ne pas l'être quand je viendrai te chercher ce soir. Dis-tu en lui faisant un clin d'œil.❞

Il mit du temps à assimiler ce que tu venais de dire et souris quand il comprit.

[justapersonwholikestoreadstuff]

I'm laughing my ass off right now trying to be quiet and not wake up my family its like the middle of the night for me

Imagine going to the zoo with the avengers:

Tony: “Come here beasty”

Y/N: “Don’t call him a beast tony, that’s rude”

Tony: “Oh I’m sorry did I hurt the Alpaca’s feelings”

Nat: “Watch it, Stark. This one’s looking at you like it’s ready for dinner”

Tony turns his head and comes face to face with an Alpaca.

Tony: “JESUS ever heard of personal space? Shoo!”

Thor: “I believe this one has taken a liking to me!”

Everyone looks over to Thor seeing him petting and scratching the Alpaca like a dog.

Steve: “This one has got it’s tongue wrapped around my entire hand. Do I engage?”

Clint: “What the Hell do you mean ‘engage,’ Steve? It’s an Alpaca!”

Bucky: “Guys this one likes my arm. OH MY GOD IT’S IN HIS MOUTH!!!”

Sam starts laughing his ass off.

Bucky: “If I lose a pinky, I’m going to be pissed.”

Scott: “Yeah you like belly rubs don’t you, little guy?”

Steve: “SCOTT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF THE VEHICLE?!”

Y/N: “I knew this would be entertaining.”

[gl1tchgr3mlin]

I’m itching to write, but can’t decide what, so I’m gonna open up requests for anyone who wants to ask!

I mainly write reader insert fics!

Fandoms (and characters) I’ll write for:

-MCU (Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Deadpool, Wolverine, Scott Lang, Matt Murdock, the moon knight boys)

-Batman (Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake)

-Our Flag Means Death (any of them, I love them all, but also specifically Izzy and Frenchie)

-Trigun Stampede (Vash, Wolfwood, Knives, Meryl)

Tropes I enjoy, but aren’t necessary:

-friends to lovers

-enemies to lovers

-soulmates

-meet cutes

-fantasy AU

-monsters 😌

-religious/mythological references

What I won’t write for:

-underage

-noncon

-incest/pseudo incest

-heavy gore

Please specify if your request is platonic or romantic, or I will pick what fits best in my mind for the prompt given!

Nsfw requests are allowed, but will take longer to be fulfilled and posted. Nsfw posts will be marked as such, MDNI!

I look forward to writing for yall! 😊

[ivorydragoness44]

Marvel Fanfiction Masterlist

Note: most of these insert readers and imagines can be found in different holiday and event masterlists

Insert Readers:

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier x Reader: The Appointment

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes x Reader: Nope

Daisy Johnson x Reader: Jumpy

Bucky Barnes x Reader: Mistletoe

Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader: Sometimes

Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader: Tension

Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader: Business Card

Imagines:

Imagine making gingerbread houses with Sam and Bucky

Imagine hanging holiday lights outside with Scott Lang

Imagine planning cookie gift giving with Natasha Romanoff

Imagine Bucky’s reaction to holiday plushies

Bucky Barnes Valentine's Imagine 2023

[deadpoolicous]

DISCLAIMER!: THIS IS MY OWN WORK FROM A DIFFRENT ACCOUNT. I HAVE ALREADY STATED THAT I HAVE LOST MY OLD ACCOUNT, SOME OF THE OLD ACCOUNT'S WORK WILL BE POSTED HERE, IF YOU WISH TO SEE MY OLD ACCOUNT/ SOME WORK FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT HERES THE USER: Spidercom

ATTENTION EVERYONE !!! MY ASKS ARE OPEN AND HERES SOMETHINGS ILL BE POSTING OR WRITING FOR!

For the character x reader sadly I’m only doing M/N and characters I’ll allow the characters to be female but I probably won’t write for them without a request to.

Mind that i write M/N X (INSERT MALE CHARACTER) females please dni bc I feel uncomfortable with females reading and interacting with my stuff that’s specifically made for the pleasure for male people who can’t rlly find m/n x a male character so-(sorry if it makes little to no sense bc my eng isn’t rlly gud-)

I will Most def make some fluff/sfw fics.

I will do nsfw but if the character you request for is under 18 then I will NOT write for them.

Here’s some characters I will write nsfw/sfw for M/N x male character below

MARVEL

WADE WILSON

LOGAN HOWLETT

KURT WAGNER

SCOTT SUMMERS

REMY LEBAU

TONY STARK

STEVE ROGERS

CLINT BARTON

PETER QUILL

CLINT BARTON

WADE WILSON

MATT MURDOK

MILES MORALES

PAVITR (

MIGUEL OHARA

PETER B PARKER

PETER PARKER (any ver especially spider-Noir bc hes my fav)

LOKI LAUFEYSON

THOR ODINSON

BEN RILEY

HOBART BROWN (spider punk)

SAM WILSONSTEPHN STRANGE

SCOTT LANG

BUCKY BARNES

VISION

DC

BRUCE WAYNE

CLARK KENT

HAL JORDAN (green lantern)

MARTIN MAN HUNTER (I fr forgot his actual name 😭)

Tmnt/rottmnt

LEONARDO HAMATO

DONATELLO HAMATO

RAPHEAL HAMATO

MICHEALANGELO HAMATO

HAMATO YOSHI

OROKU SAKI

BE-BOP

ROCKSTEADY

DOG POUND (Both ver)

CASEY JONES

LEATHER HEAD

ALSO!!! I WRITE FOR OTHER FANDOMS TOO!!

[spidercom]

ATTENTION EVERYONE !!! MY ASKS ARE OPEN AND HERES SOMETHINGS ILL BE POSTING OR WRITING FOR!

For the character x reader sadly I’m only doing M/N and characters I’ll allow the characters to be female but I probably won’t write for them without a request to.

I write for

Marvel

DC

TMNT/ROTTMNT

Cleberties (Mainly for marvel bc I don’t rlly know Celebs in the dc universe and the tmnt/rottmnt verse as well.)

I will do nsfw but if the character you request for is under 18 then I will NOT write for them.

I will Most def make some fluff/sfw fics.

Mind that i write M/N X (INSERT MALE CHARACTER) females please dni bc I feel uncomfortable with females reading my stuff that’s specifically made for the pleasure for male people who can’t rlly find m/n x a male character so-(sorry if it makes little to no sense bc my eng isn’t rlly gud-)

Here’s some characters I will write nsfw/sfw for

MARVEL

M/N x male character below

STEVE ROGERS

BUCKY BARNES

SCOTT LANG

PETER QUILL

TONY STARK

SAM WILSON

CLINT BARTON

STEPHN STRANGE

THOR ODINSON

LOKI LAUFEYSON

VISON

BRUCE BANNER

MILES MORALES

MIGUEL O’HARA

PETER B PARKER

PETER PARKER(any ver of this character)

HOBART BROWN (spider punk)

PAVITR (Indian spider-man)

DC

BRUCE WAYNE

CLARK KENT

HAL JORDAN (green lantern)

MARTIN MAN HUNTER (I fr forgot his actual name 😭)

TMNT/ROTTMNT

DONATELLO HAMATO

LEONARDO HAMATO

MICHEALANGELO HAMATO

RAPHEAL HAMATO

HAMATO YOSHI

OROKU SAKI

BE-BOP

ROCKSTEADY

CLEBS

CHRIS EVANS

CHRIS PRATT

CHRIS HEMSWORTH

SEBASTIAN STAN

ANOTHNY MACKIE

TOM HOLLAND

TOM HIDDLESTON

That’s it for right now! Bye shippers and lovers cya later!! Make sure to request for fics if ur interested!!!!!

[ao3feed-drstrange]

recognition

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Q5UjNYn by defectivevillain (defectivehero) A hero's work doesn't end after they take off their suit. Nope, it continues—even when they're walking to the grocery store, going to dinner, or just minding their business... or: how the heroes (and Loki) handle getting recognized by fans! Words: 4652, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Reader, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Scott Lang Relationships: Tony Stark & Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Sam Wilson & Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Bruce Banner & Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) & Reader, Thor (Marvel) & Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Stephen Strange & Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Vision (Marvel) & Reader, Vision (Marvel)/Reader, Loki (Marvel) & Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, T'Challa & Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Scott Lang & Reader, Scott Lang/Reader Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Trans Male Reader-Insert, Male Reader-Insert, no pronouns used for reader!, Bucky Barnes/Gender-Neutral Reader, Bucky Barnes/Male Reader, crazy there are tags for him, I mean, uh, Anyways..., Fans, Fans & Fandom, Getting Recognized by Fans, Awkward Conversations, Ambiguous Relationships, Queerplatonic Relationships, Sarcasm, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Sam Wilson as Captain America (Marvel), Mentioned Cassie Lang, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Jealous Loki (Marvel), Protective Stephen Strange, Tony Stark is Obnoxious, Sweet T'Challa (Marvel), King T'Challa (Marvel), fan interactions, Comfort No Hurt, Light-Hearted, Fluff, Protective Clint Barton read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Q5UjNYn

[muppet-medusa]

i don't really take requests, but i'm always open to hearing fic ideas because i never know what's gonna inspire me!

this is a current list of characters i am willing to write for. individual characters and/or entire fandoms may be added or subtracted in the future.

feel free to ask about polyamorous pairings (x reader), or check to see if i'll write for someone who isn’t currently on this list! as long as it’s reader insert (which is the only thing I write at this time), i'm open to inquiries and suggestions.

i will always do my best to write as non-descriptive of physical characteristics for the reader as possible (no skin/hair/eye details, etc); however, i am currently only writing smut for readers with AFAB body parts.

bruce banner

tony stark

steve rogers

bucky barnes

sam wilson

clint barton

natasha romanoff

thor odinson

loki

wanda maximoff

scott lang

wade wilson

logan howlett

eddie brock & venom (they obviously come as a pair)

matt murdock

frank castle

jessica jones

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

crowley

rowena

charlie bradbury

din djarin

carmen berzatto

richie jermovich

michael robinavitch

jack abbot

mel king

dennis whitaker

if you’re interested, ask me about:

stranger things

ted lasso

9-1-1

svu

criminal minds

[buckets-and-trees]

Marvel Characters Collection

↠ Main Masterlist | Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Unless specifically noted, all of my stories feature a female reader insert character.

dividers by my lovely og wife @vesearartistry

MCU Ensemble

BUCK’S ELEVEN  a snapshot series, historical AU, Ocean’s Eleven-style heist premise mentions of ex-wife!Reader, Steve and many other Avenger cameos

↠ Buck's Eleven [1.6k] Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury ↠ Bookings and Rings [600] Steve Rogers x Pan Am Stewardess Reader, light smut ↠ Good Luck the team [600] Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, Joaquin Torres, Scott Lang, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff

He Bought a Studio [4.3k] Nat x Bucky Barnes ignore Endgame Steve stays, 5 times x 1 time, smut and fluff

Sketch of Sam and Natasha [1k]  Nat x Sam Wilson exploring a CA: The Winter Soldier theory/close “reading of the text”

Late Night Quickie [1.2k] Nat x Joaquin Torres Gamer modern AU, smut

CHOSEN - complete eventual Bucky x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Natasha x Reader scenes, Natasha x Reader x Steve scenes, Natasha x Steve a modern AU with soft!dark, mystical, and cult elements SOFT!DARK STORY, cult themes, explicit smut (with feelings and without feelings), dubious consent and enthusiastic consent, veiled truths, gaslighting, entrapment, natural sleeping drugs

INSTALLMENTS: ↠Arrival [3.4k] ↠Lunch [3.2k] ↠Consideration {4.4k] ↠Semantics [3.4k] ↠ Preparation [3.2k] ↠ Procession [4.2k] ↠ Offering [3.2k] * ↠ Binding [2.9k] ** ↠ Transformation [7k] **

*Natasha plays only a background/small featured part **Natasha not actively present

Sam Wilson

Are We Falling [1k]  post!TFATWS, smut

Sketch of Sam and Natasha [1k]  Sam x Natasha Romanoff exploring a CA: The Winter Soldier theory/close “reading of the text”

Joaquin Torres

These Hands Had To [1k] Alpha!Joaquin x female!Omega!Reader post!TFATWS omegaverse, fluff to smut

Late Night Quickie [1.2k] Joaquin x Natasha Romanoff Gamer modern AU, smut

Wanda Maximoff

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gender neutral!Reader post WandaVision & TFATWS/pre Multiverse of Madness DARK FIC, non-con/dub-con smut

Matt Murdock

The Ashes In My Wake [1.2k]  MCU compliant non-con smut

Namor the Sub-Mariner

TO BECOME HIS QUEEN a post-Wakanda Forever triology politically arranged marriage, smut

↠ Consort [2.3k]  ↠ Companion [3.3k] 

Steve Rogers Collection

Bucky Barnes Collection

Main Masterlist

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

IF I HAD TO DO IT ALL AGAIN

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BJI3XpN by narration_ator Y/n Stark had no choice. After watching her family die, watching almost everyone she knew and loved die, in the Battle with Thanos. And so she snapped, one singular sentence on her mind. “Take me back to the beginning.” NO MATTER THE COST Words: 713, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of my orphaned fic redo’s Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Reader, Dick Grayson, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Yelena Belova, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Melinda May, Phil Coulson, Melinda Zucco, Tim Drake (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Donna Troy, Wally West, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Ancient One (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Loki (Marvel), Hope Van Dyne, Nick Fury, Thor (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Melina Vostokoff, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Dick Grayson/Reader, Tony Stark & Reader, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Reader, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Reader is Tony Stark's Daughter, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, During Canon, Temporary Character Death, Time Travel Fix-It, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Harley Keener is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Tony Stark is Darcy Lewis's Parent, Maybe - Freeform, Skye | Daisy Johnson is Tony Stark's Adopted Grandchild, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BJI3XpN

[dameronology]

hehe OK i love proud bf scott lang so may i please request "that's my girl" from the prompt list with him? <3333

yes kara. yes u can.

(implied fem reader bc of the term "girl")

Sundays with Scott were always lazy. It was like...his actual plans. If someone asked to hang out with on that particular day, his exact words would be "sorry, I'm being lazy that day."

They varied from downright slobbery to being somewhat productive - today had fallen somewhere between. Scott had tried to do his part around the house; hoovering, dusting, doing the laundry. But Scott, being unequivocally himself, had forgotten to separate the lights from the colours. It was when you came downstairs at midday and found your favourite white sundress dyed pink that you decided this day in particular was a write off.

The afternoon had started with the two of you making brunch, and then watching Rocky IV. It had taken no less than one singular comment about your apparent boxing abilities before Scott had decided to drag out his decade-old console and declare himself the champion of Wii Sports Boxing.

"Stay down!" you yelled. "I am victorious!"

"Hah!" Scott cried as his Mii got up, throwing a punch your way.

"That's not fair!" you said, flailing your arms about. "I literally had one second-"

Both of you watched in horror as the Wii remote slipped out your hand, flying straight across the room and into the window. It shattered with a sickening crack.

In the process, at least, the game registered it as a punch right on Scott's (video game, of course) nose.

You stood there for the better part of ten seconds, both glancing between the TV screen and the window. It was only the ding, ding, ding! of the boxing match ending that broke the silence.

"Hey!" Scott cried. "You won!"

"Fuck yeah, I won!"

"That's my girl!"

He picked you up, spinning you around the room and planting a kiss on your lips. Scott was always proud of your successes - even the little ones.

"I did break the window," you grimaced, glancing back at the damaged glass.

"We lost our deposit last year when you put a hole in the wall with a PS4 controller, remember?" he reminded you.

"Oh, yeah."

"So..." he trailed off. "This is a success story."

[hcwkward]

Action

Summary: Things have been going slower than you’d like with Scott Lang, but maybe a misunderstanding will help that

Ship: Scott Lang/Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

Triggers: Fighting (physical), sexual references

Author’s Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Action. This fic is definitely PG+ as it does have sexual references, but does not contain any sex scenes. This is possibly the stupidest thing I could have written for the prompt ‘action’, but I have no regrets.

Taglist: @reviewfanfics​

Your face contorted in determination, you threw your hand forwards, irritation growing even more so as Natasha ducked out from the punch with a smug smile. Deep down you knew the hit was sloppy, in fact each of your attempts had been getting progressively worse as time wore on, but the frustration within you was only growing with each miss. Why couldn’t you hit her? You used to be able to match her, at least to a point, when in the ring. But it seemed every time you tried today you failed.

Another throw, another miss. Laughter fell from the red head’s lips and she simply stepped back, shaking her head. “Alright, I think we’re done,” she said simply, her eyes twinkling with a bright mischievousness that had you worried.

“No, I can do better,” you shook your head, not letting your stance relax even as she moved away, removing her gloves.

“Not today,” she replied easily, that mischief now reaching her tone as she turned to give you an amused look. Her eyes were clearly looking you up and down, searching for answers to a question you didn’t know. With a sigh, you gave in, removing your gloves with force as if they had betrayed you in some way, causing your poor performance. “You know, if I didn’t know you were dating Scott, I’d say you have some serious sexual frustration bottling up there,” she said with a laugh, as if the very thought was ridiculous.

Your cheeks tinged darker as you made your way towards her, your gaze firmly on the floor in the hopes she wouldn’t instantly read how true that fact was from your expression.

“Y/N,” she drew out your name in a telling way, making you groan. Alright, maybe not meeting her gaze had been yet another tell. “Please tell me you’re getting some action.”

“Action!” a shrill voice shouted, drawing your attention to the doorway where none other than Scott Lang had entered, fist pumping before dancing his way into the gym singing along to the beginning of I Love The Nightlife.

Your blush faded slightly, quickly replaced by a frown as your utterly oblivious boyfriend sang the lyrics off key and far too loudly.

“Please don’t talk about love tonight, please don’t talk about sweet love, please don’t talk about being true, and all the trouble we’ve been through.”

You could see Natasha’s amused expression falling quickly into a frown that matched your own. With a quick glance from the man who was still in his own little world, dancing along to the song he was singing, she turned to you with a sympathetic look in her gaze. “I’m going to take that as a ‘no,’” she sighed sadly, seemingly breaking the spell that Scott had found himself under.

He stopped mid word, arms still in odd positions from his erratic movements as he looked to the two of you with a confused expression. You weren’t smiling, weren’t laughing at his actions, and you certainly weren’t joining in. He had thought, upon hearing the single word, that breaking into a song and dance, quite literally, might lift your spirits after what he assumed would be yet another grueling workout with your best friend, but from the expressions he was met with he instantly realised he had read the room entirely incorrectly.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Nat offered you a small reassuring smile, a hand on your shoulder as she passed to give you the room.

“Babe? Everything alright?” Scott asked with a deep frown as he looked from the redhead who had managed to glare at him the entire way out of the room to your sullen features. But your expression didn’t last long, a mental shake had a soft smile forced onto your lips, not wanting to give away your thoughts and fears to him just yet.

“Of course,” you offered, placing one hand against his cheek as he came closer, a quick peck to his other cheek before moving away to put away the equipment you had used.

“Oh, no. I’m not falling for that. Last time a girl- woman- said that I found myself being served with divorce papers in prison,” he shook his head, hoping to lighten the mood slightly as he pushed for the truth.

The corners of your lips curled upwards as you gave him a slight laugh that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “We’ve been dating for two months, Scott. I’m not going to divorce you.”

You had meant to help lighten the mood, to play on his words and ease the situation more so, edging away from the awkwardness he had unintentionally caused, but judging on the conflicted expressions of bemusement and worry on his face you weren’t so confident it had worked. A small smile in response, he moved towards you, hand wrapping around your forearm to pull you back to him. “Y/N,” he spoke slowly this time, no jesting or teasing in his tone. “You are a great many things, but a good liar is not one of them.”

“Excuse you?” you scoffed back a laugh. “I’m a great liar!”

“Not with me, you’re not,” he countered quickly. He had a point. On any mission you could play your part perfectly, but something about his goofy, sarcastic nature that was so simply him had you unable to pretend or hold back. He had cut through your defences without even trying to, making you laugh when you had meant to be serious, helping you relax when you thought you never could again. It was a big part of what had pulled you together in the first place.

“Alright, maybe not with you. But I won’t have you dissing my undercover skills thank you!”

“You’re good under the covers, huh?” he replied before having even a chance to think. Laughter spilled from his lips at the slip, his eyes shining with mirth as his other hand went to your other arm. He expected a witty retort, your usual playful responses to his seemingly endless slew of innuendos. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know’ or ‘Say the word and you’ll find out’. What he didn’t expect was to feel you instantly tense at the words, pulling away from his touch as your frown returned at full force.

His laughter quickly faded as he took in your displeased features once more. “Wait, is this because I interrupted you and Nat? I thought it would make you laugh, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, I can go get her back if you want…” he rambled, awkwardly pointing over his shoulders towards the doorway he had entered and Natasha had promptly left out of.

“It’s not that, Scott,” you sighed, knowing there was no way of truly getting out of this. Perhaps it was best that you did talk about it, after all, silence certainly wasn’t helping the situation, and you were getting so desperate and worried that you had genuinely considered simply turning up at his door in only a dressing gown and lingerie. But talking about it meant coming to an actual conclusion, learning what he was thinking, finding out why on earth things were going so slowly. You weren’t entirely certain you wanted that.

What if he wasn’t attracted to you physically? What if he was still in love with Hope? What if you were reading far too much into his dates and flirtations and he was simply looking for someone to have fun mucking around with?

“Hey,” he spoke softly, using that reassuring tone you had only ever heard him use with Cassie before. “Whatever it is, it’s going to be alright, you know that, right?”

With a sigh, you rubbed at your arm where his hand had just been, somehow both missing the touch and incredibly thankful that you didn’t have to feel it as your guilt crept up on you. “You just, you caught us in the middle of an awkward conversation, that’s all.”

“About disco songs?” he questioned with a furrowed brow, his mind going back to what he had walked in on. You could practically see his mind whirling as he struggled to remember what had even prompted his raucous entry, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction as he finally caught the word that had prompted him. “Wait, no, action, like on the field? Are you going on a mission? Is everything ok? Do you want me to come with you?”

A small smile broke through you at his train of thought, touched by the worry even though he was still miles from the actual topic at hand. “Not that kind of action, Scotty.”

“Wha-oh, OH! Oh you mean, like, you and- I mean- you know- with the-” Scott began to scramble for words, drawing your smile upwards despite the seriousness of the conversation at hand.

“It’s ok, Scott, really. It doesn’t matter, we were just, you know, having girl talk, I guess,” you spoke in what you hoped was a reassuring tone, not wanting to completely freak him out as he seemed on the edge already.

“But we haven’t- wait, how can you talk about, you know, getting any action, if we haven’t-” he trailed off once more, completely oblivious to your attempts to sooth the situation.

“Actually, that’s kind of what we were saying… Nat commented about me needing to get some and well, yeah, that’s where you walked in, pretty much,” you explained, your cheeks darkening yet again; a state you were starting to think might be permanent soon if this went on much longer.

Scott’s brows furrowed deeply at that, clearly in deep thought as he considered your words carefully. “I’m screwing things up, aren’t I?” he spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear it. His tone was defeated, as if he had suddenly realised everything he thought was going so well was in fact falling apart at his feet.

“What? No of course not!” you reassured quickly. “I just- It’s been months and, you know, I just didn’t really picture you as the type to go slow with this kind of stuff, I guess.”

“I’m not,” he huffed a laugh, his tone still down as he glanced up at you briefly. “I mean, usually I’m not. I- I rush things, and then they go to hell and I just figured. I didn’t want this to go like that, I figured I’d try and be more patient, more like Cap, you know?”

“Wait, so you were holding off to be like Steve?” you repeated incredulously, any fears you had instantly replaced by utter bemusement at the very thought. Sure, you knew Scott admired the captain, hell, who didn’t? But they were so different, and as classically handsome and kind as Steve was, he wasn’t the one who made you smile when you were down, he wasn’t the one who showed time and again how much love and care he held within him, and he certainly wasn’t the one who had made you snort with laughter on more than one occasion. “Scott, if I wanted someone like Steve I’d bloody ask him out, not you!”

“So, you’re saying I don’t need to be holding back on this stuff?” he spoke slowly, a mixture of excitement and irritation at himself pulling at his features in an amusing show of emotions.

“Hell no!”

“Oh, thank god!” he practically moaned, wasting no time in capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

[fireinmoonshot]

wait , did you just say you love me? “ with Scott Lang and reader being the one to say it please

“You’re going to hate me.”

“Scott, I could never hate you.”

“Captain America just called me and asked me to join him on a mission.”

You furrow your eyebrows at Scott from your spot on the couch. “Wait– what?”

Scott grins and saunters over to you. “I know, right! I’m working with the Avengers.”

It’s been twenty minutes since Scott got off the phone and he’s been avoiding the topic with you ever since, apparently worried that you’d react badly. You knew you wouldn’t though – you knew all about his career as Ant-Man, and while it worried you, you also supported him beyond his own comprehension. Eventually, he had to tell you.

“So, you said yes?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Scott nods and flops down on the couch beside you. “Of course I said yes. How was I going to turn down an opportunity from that… that spec– from Captain America?”

“When do you leave?”

Suddenly, worry overwhelmed your senses, as it always did when he was off busy on a mission. You knew that the time he was gone would be spent worrying if he was okay and wondering why he wasn’t answering his phone. You always wanted to believe he was okay, but the truth was you really had no idea if he was or not.

“Twenty minutes.”

Your eyes widen. “Twenty minutes? Scott, what the hell?”

He winces. “I know, I know– but it’s urgent. The world is in danger and I just– I gotta go,” he shuffles closer to you on the couch and presses a kiss to your cheek. “But I’ll spend at least fifteen minutes with you. I gotta pack, so…”

You furrow your eyebrows as you take everything in. Usually you had at least two days warning before something like this happened. “Fine, fine,” you sigh. “But if anything bad happens to you, I’m going to track down Captain America and give him a stern talking to.”

Scott grins at that. “See, this is why I love you.”

He didn’t mean to say that. Well, he did, but not now. He tries not to panic.

“Wait, did you just say you love me?”

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour. Of course Scott would spring this on you now. Of course you felt the same way about the dork sitting across from you, but his timing was off, as always. You were, truthfully, struggling to keep a smile off your face.

Scott clears his throat. He has two options – deny it and risk his life or tell the truth. It doesn’t take him long to pick which option.

“I–I did. Yes. I did. I do,” he nods. “Love you. I love you.”

Your lips are against his before he can so much as breathe another word. He kisses you back instantly, hands moving to cup your face as his lips work against yours. You can practically feel the dork smiling as you kiss, and when you pull away, the smile remains.

“I take that it’s a good thing…?”

“Of course it’s a good thing, Lang,” you laugh. “Now, you have twenty minutes to pack all your stuff for this mission, because I want you as prepared as possible. I can’t lose the man I love this weekend, okay? If I do, Captain America will never hear the end of it.”