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[librababe99]

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(Updated: January 22nd 2025)

Hi everyone! My name is Veronica₊˚⊹♡.

❥・I'm 25 years old ❥・She/Her pronouns ❥・I'm currently a graduate student working towards my Masters of Public Health degree

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Interests:

❥・Marvel Universe ❥・DC Universe ❥・The Boys ❥・The Last of Us ❥・Jack Reacher (TV series)

Characters I will write for:

Logan Howlett, Scott Summers, Remy Lebeau, Wade Wilson, Young!Erik Lensherr, Young! Charles Xavier, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, Solider Boy, Homelander, Joel Miller, Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson's version), John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Gerrick, König

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[cece693]

No (Steve Rogers x GN! Reader)

I haven't been focusing on my asks (and I know I should) but this was just something I had to write about. Most Steve fics have a romantic plot, but what if I want to change that? No, I'm not killing anybody but saying no to marriage might be in Steve's book.

Summary: You loved Steve, but you weren't ready to make the big step in marrying him. Others don't understand or merely refuse to accept your reasoning.

tags: marriage proposal gone wrong, reader has their reasons, hurt Steve, Avengers meddling in things

The cozy glow of the living room bathed everything in warm hues, as if the universe itself cradled this moment. Steve Rogers stood before me, larger than life yet heartbreakingly human in the way he looked at me—with unyielding love that made my chest tighten. My heart thundered as he sank to one knee, his golden hair catching the light like a halo. His hand trembled slightly as he produced a small black box.

His smile was tender, adoring—the kind of smile you’d only see in fairy tales and classic romances.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he began, his voice steady but soft. “These past three years have been the best of my life, and that’s saying something for someone who’s lived as long as I have. You’ve given me a reason to keep going when everything else had faded. I love you. Will you do me the honor of becoming mine?”

The room fell silent. Too silent.

I didn’t need to turn around to know the Avengers were crowded against the door, holding their breath. My eyes dropped to the ring—a delicate, beautiful thing. So perfectly Steve. I could imagine him painstakingly choosing it, probably consulting Nat or Sam for advice. It was perfect. He was perfect.

And yet…

“Steve,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I struggled to form words. “I…I can’t.”

The silence turned suffocating. His smile faltered, and his bright blue eyes searched mine as though I’d just spoken a foreign language. “What?”

“I can’t say yes,” I said softly, my throat tightening around the words.

Before I could even attempt to explain, the door burst open, and the Avengers stormed in like a tidal wave of disbelief and judgment.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony’s voice was sharp, incredulous. “You rejected Steve Rogers? Captain America? What is wrong with you?”

“It’s not—” I tried, but Natasha’s icy glare stopped me in my tracks. Her expression was devoid of emotion, but the disappointment in her eyes cut deeper than words ever could. Even Thor, lovable Thor stood with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, as though I’d committed some unspeakable crime.

“How could you?” Clint’s voice rang out next, loud and accusatory. “Do you even realize what it took for him to plan this? The time, the effort, the heart—and you just said no?”

“I didn’t mean to—” My voice broke, but they weren’t listening. Even Sam shook his head, muttering something about how I didn’t deserve Steve. I turned to him, desperate for support, for something. But Steve stayed silent. His shoulders slumped, his head bowed, his expression unreadable. He didn’t stop them. He didn’t defend me.

The weight of it all became too much.

“Enough!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I stood. The room fell silent, all eyes on me, but I didn’t care. Tears burned in my eyes as I glared at them. “You didn’t even let me explain! You’re all so quick to judge, to attack me, without even asking why I said no. Do you think I don’t love him? That I don’t care about him? You’re wrong.”

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling with anger and heartbreak. “I said no because I’m not ready—not because I don’t love him, but because I do. But clearly, none of you care to understand that.”

Without another word, I stormed out of the room, ignoring their calls after me. My chest felt like it was caving in, the weight of their disappointment and Steve’s silence pressing down on me until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know where I was going, but I needed to get away.

Hours later, I sat on a bench at the edge of a quiet park, the cold night air biting at my skin. My hands were trembling, and I didn’t know if it was from the chill or the lingering hurt.

“Mind if I sit?”

I looked up to see Steve standing there, his expression soft but cautious. His voice was gentle, careful, as if he were afraid of saying the wrong thing. I nodded wordlessly, and he took a seat beside me. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching between us. The stillness gnawed at me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why are you here, Steve?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“To listen,” he said simply. His blue eyes, tired but sincere, locked onto mine. “I should’ve done that earlier.”

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening again. “You didn’t stop them,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “You let them say all those horrible things about me, and you didn’t stop them.”

His face fell, and he reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over mine. “I know,” he said softly. “And I'm sorry. I froze. I didn’t know how to handle it. But I don’t blame you for saying no. I could never blame you for that. I just…I was surprised.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head. “I didn’t say no because I don’t love you, Steve. I love you so much that it hurts. You’re everything, Steve. You’re kind and patient and wonderful. But this…this is forever. And I need to know I’m the best version of myself before I make that promise to you.”

His eyes softened, though the pain lingered in the corners. “I thought…after everything we’ve been through—”

“Exactly,” I cut him off gently, my voice breaking. “After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want to rush into this and risk us falling apart. I want us to last, Steve. And I need to work through my own fears and doubts to make sure I’m ready for that kind of commitment.”

His hand tightened around mine, grounding me. “Thank you for explaining things. And I respect your decision; I'll wait, as long as it takes, until you're ready to say yes."

I looked up at him, the sincerity in his eyes breaking through the wall of guilt and fear I’d built around myself. “You’re not mad?”

Steve shook his head, offering me a small, tender smile. “No. I love you too much to be mad. I just…I needed to understand. And now I do.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around me. For the first time that night, I felt like I could breathe again.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For listening. For understanding.”

“Always.”

[auroracalisto]

loki x gn!reader, 574 words summary: loki's angry, trying to push you away. just a few soft gestures will make him melt. a/n: technical established friendship? could be relationship if you squint.

Loki was angry. That was understandable. The anger seeping off of him like a thick smoke traced his every movement. His eyes were locked onto you, keeping you from breathing; he wouldn't just let you be there with him.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

His words had far more bite than his voice, though. He knew why you were there, just as much as he knew why he was angry. But he wouldn't tell you that. He would rather settle in his anger than let you in on what had upset him so, regardless of how that made you feel. Regardless of how alone it subsequently made him.

You had come to Asgard with the prince—a human who had first been friends with Thor and then gained the trust of his brother. You had been here time and time again, but never once had you seen the true effects of their father. Thor had been upset, but not like Loki was.

What had he even said to him to make him react this way?

"I came to see if you were okay," you softly said, arms wrapping around your torso. You kept your eyes on his.

"You should leave."

"I'm not leaving."

Your voice remained the same—soft, steady, and only giving truthful words. You weren't leaving him just because he said that—not unless he truly meant it. And as of right now, you knew your dear friend didn't mean it.

He swallowed thickly and looked away from you, peering out the window of his room.

"What happened, Loki?"

"Nothing."

"Loki..."

He clenched his jaw.

"It is nothing that a lowly Midgardian should worry themselves with," he said, turning to face you. "You have no reason to even be here. Will you listen to me for once and leave?"

You paused.

"I'm not leaving, Loki," you said.

"No?" he said, blinking slowly as he watched you. He took a step closer, tilting his head. "You Midgardians are so full of yourselves. Leave, before I make you regret it."

"Look, Loki, I—"

"I am not asking!" his voice boomed, and he crossed the room to you in a matter of seconds. He grabbed you by your shoulders, giving you a good shake as he looked down at you. His hands are cold, and he wants you to think that he is furious, but you can feel the way he trembles.

"Leave me," he said, but he doesn't have as much gumption as he once did. He stared you down, eyes searching yours. "Please."

"Is that truly what you want?" you softly asked, gently grabbing onto his wrists to pull them away from your shoulders.

"Yes."

You frowned softly, watching him. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek in goodbye.

His arms suddenly wrapped around your body, pulling you close. You yelped softly in surprise, your arms going around his torso as he hugged onto you.

"What—"

"—I changed my mind," he simply said, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He sucked in a shaky breath, just holding you.

You said nothing more, resting against him. Clearly, whatever had happened had gotten to him. You wondered if he'd ever had a shoulder to cry on—a body to hold when the pains of the world seeped into his very pores.

No matter—you'd be that for him, if he wanted you to be.

[verybadatwriting]

Just a Little Stab Wound

Summary: Reader, a vigilante, is injured and goes to Peter for help.

Warnings: injuries, blood loss

Notes: I experimented a little, and wrote this on paper for the first draft. I think I like it.

Gn!reader

Word count: 1,141

He was just trying to study for a chem test when his phone buzzed. At first he ignored it. After two more buzzes, he finally glanced down at the notifications, and saw they were from you. He smiled before reading them.

Need you

Pete

i’m hurt. on way. be ready.

He hurriedly replied,

how hurt?

u there?

Y/n??

When it was clear he wasn’t going to get a fast reply, he went about gathering a whole bunch of first aid stuff.

“Pete?” He heard a tired but authoritative voice. Crap. He’d thought Aunt May was asleep.

“What’re you doing?” She asked, both bemused and amused.

“Science homework?” He said, wishing it had sounded less like a question. Aunt May did not look like she was buying it, but instead of challenging the answer she sighed and reminded him to clean up once he’d finished “Whatever it is you’re really up to.”

Peter nodded itching to go prepare his room. He grabbed a heavy blanket from the bottom bunk and laid it on his floor. He tossed a pillow on top, and made sure that the first aid boxes were close at hand. This next part he always hated. The waiting was excruciating. Never knowing if you were only a moment away, or if you had bled out in some grimey back alley.

You were a vigilante, like he used to be, before he joined the Avengers. You though, you did not have the favor of law enforcement, since some (okay, much) of your activities weren't exactly legal. Peter met you while you were both stopping a robbery. Both of you had a fun time, probably due to the fact that you had the same sense of humor. Just before the cops arrived, you and Peter fled to a nearby rooftop. 

All that said, you and Peter had become friends, and then something more. You’d been to his home before, usually just to hang out, but also if you were injured he’s who you’d head to.

For the most part, Peter was used to it. He appreciated having someone his age who really understood the weight that came with having superpowers. If talking to you came at the price of occasionally patching you up, he’d happily help you out.

Finally, after what felt like hours, but was really only ten or so minutes, you landed on the fire escape and knocked on his window. You smiled when he looked up and let you in. As he got closer, he saw it was more like a pained grimace.

“Oh my God,” Peter whispered, eyes drifting to your abdomen, which was painted red with your blood. You held your hand against it, but the blood still leaked out. 

“Hey Pete,” You said, gasping through the pain before promptly tumbling through the window and into his arms.

Peter gingerly lifted you over to the blanket and set you down. You held pressure on the wound as you lay there, splayed out on the floor. Peter was readying a wad of gauze bandaging when out of the corner of his eye he saw yours start to drift closed.

“Hey!” He said. “You need to keep your eyes open, okay?” He asked. Reluctantly, you complied.

“You’ve got pretty eyes,” You murmured. 

“Thanks,” Peter smiled, not taking his “pretty” eyes off the gash across your body as he continued bandaging.

“Keep talking, love,” He prompted you.

“M’kay,” You hummed. “Just for you, pretty boy.”

At this, Peter’s cheeks flushed and he glanced at you, worry filling his eyes.

“You must be delusional from blood loss.”

“Nuh uh!” You protested as he turned back to work. “I’m just incredibly lucky and got you.”

A few minutes later, Peter had you all patched up. Then he helped you sit up, a rather painful process. Your shirt was filthy so he helped you out of it and upon seeing how much blood and grime covered your skin, he retrieved a basin and rag to gently wash the filth away. After he was done, you put on one of his t-shirts.

“It’s comfy,” you said.

“Looks good on you,” He replied.

After a moment, you looked up at him, truly taking in the worry lacing each and every one of his features.

“Thank you,” you finally, quietly said.

“Of course,” he replied.

“What’d I do to deserve you?” You asked, leaning your forehead onto his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, but he stayed careful not to hurt you. 

“You’re in no shape to even think about going home,” Peter said. “So you might as well spend the night.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

He gently scooped you up and somehow managed to climb up his bed’s adder. He set you down on your side, facing away from the wall, and tucked you in. He climbed back down, and started cleaning up while you drifted off to sleep. 

You later felt him slip into bed behind you. It was comforting, having his chest against your back. You nestled into his arms and stayed like that the rest of the night.

Peter woke up first. He didn’t dare move a muscle. From how peaceful you looked right now, nobody ever would have guessed that you’d come awfully close to death just a few hours ago. 

He heard his aunt get up and start making breakfast. Her footsteps slowly came down the hall to his room. Hastily, he covered your face with the blanket.

“Hey, Peter,” Aunt May called as she entered the room. “Do you want eggs? I’m making some.” 

“Sure! Thanks!” He said, internally cringing at his voice, which sounded way too cheery. For one wonderful second, Peter thought she was going to leave. Then, her eyebrows shrunk together as she noticed the suspiciously human shaped lump in her nephew’s bed.

“Uh,” she started, “Who’s that?”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” He asked after a moment. She raised an eyebrow in response.

“Uhm, Aunt May,” Peter said, “This is my partner. They’ve got superpowers, like me, and they don’t really want other people to know who they are. Last night they got hurt, like really hurt, and they came to me. Please don’t be mad at them, they didn’t have anywhere else to go.” 

His aunt just stood there, this stressful moment stretching on forever. Finally, someone broke the silence.

“I’s okay, Peter,” you said, pushing the blanket away from your face. “Hi Ms. Parker. I’m Y/n.” Your groggy voice wavered slightly, as if afraid of what she might say. Your face, soft from sleep, made Peter fall in love with you all over again. Seeing the way Peter looked at you, combined with your honesty and desperation, Aunt May seemed to relax.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n,” she said. “Would you care to join us for breakfast?”

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Marvel - Loki x Listener SFW Panic Attack And Verbal Shutdown Comfort From Loki

[M4A GF4A] [Established relationship] [Panic attack comfort] [Listener has a verbal shutdown]

Based on a Patreon request. Beloved Bog Goblin asked "Panic attack comfort or comfort/reassurance for going non-verbal with either Loki, Terzo or Copia (my blorbos)".

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[an-anonymous-reader]

Welcome to the Show!

Hey there! You can call me Ophelia! Not my real name, however it’s a name that I think is extremely pretty and don’t mind going by! This blog is for writing ‘x reader’ requests! I don’t normally write x reader, however I’m willing to learn and think that it could be something fun for me to do in my free time.

If there's a character you want to see and you don't see them in any of the lists, feel free to ask if it's at all possible for me to write that character, but also make sure that you have a character from the list just in case I am not able to!

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

|| X-Men

- Remy LeBeau / Gambit

- Rogue

- Logan Howlett / Wolverine

- Jean Grey / The Phoenix

- Scott Summers / Cyclops

- Ororo Munroe / Storm

- Jubilation Lee / Jubilee

- Erik Lensherr / Magneto (I go with the Movie version for name typically, please add in your request if you prefer his other name(s) from the comics, as I’m not familiar with the comics yet!)

- Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver (reason as above)

|| Avengers

- Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

- Steve Rogers / Captain America

- Tony Stark / Iron man

- Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

- Peter Parker / Spiderman

- Bruce Banner / Hulk

- Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver (MCU version)

- Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

- Thor

- Loki

|| Percy Jackson

- Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Leo Valdez

- Hazel Levesque

- Frank Zhang

- Leo Valdez

- Jason Grace

- Piper McLean

- Nico DI Angelo (if male/masc reader)

- Will Solace

|| My Hero Academia

- Midoriya Izuku

- Bakugou Katsuki

- Todoroki Shoto

- Uraraka Ochako

- Shinso Hitoshi

- Yaoyorozu Momo

- Kaminari Denki

- Ashido Mina

- Kirishima Eijirou

- Jiro Kyoka

- Asui Tsuyu

- Tokoyami Fumikage

- Shoji Mezo

- Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead

- Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

- Kayama Nemuri / Midnight

- Todoroki Touya / Dabi

- Tomura Shigaraki

- Toga Himiko

- Togata Mirio

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Hado Nejire

- Sero Hanta

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- if you would like neo pronouns of any kind, please know that it’s not something i’m familiar with, however I’m willing to learn and am willing to adjust accordingly!

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Style of Reader Fic - First Person

I shook my head slightly, watching Remy make a fool of himself trying to impress Rogue again. Logan was trying to encourage him, a glint of feral satisfaction as Morph and Jubilee talked with Storm and Jean. I never quite understood his fascination with the southern woman, though I could admit that she was pretty.

A startled laugh escaped my chest as I watched Bakugou realize that Midoriya had beaten him today, the race to the dorms now over. Kirishima was trying not to laugh, though Denki and Mina were giggling quietly. I rolled my eyes as anger eventually overtook the blond’s face. I had homework to do before meeting with Shinso to train with the capture weapon again.

I groaned softly, turning over and feeling my breath catch in my throat, Natasha was curled up on the other hotel bed just across the room, with an arm under her head. In her arms was the stuffed animal I had gifted her the day before.

There was a sense of dread filling my head as I tried to spot any of my questmates. Percy was missing, again, and worry filled my being as I spotted Nico disappear into the shadows, looking much paler than he had that morning. A startled scream escaped me as something crashed into my side, a glance and I was relieved to see that it was just Mrs. O’Leary.

Style of Reader Fic - Second Person

You were surprised to find that Jean had waited for you instead of heading off with the other girls. Training had been strenuous today, and your back was sore and your hair a tangled mess. A flush appeared when you noticed that she was holding a brush, and was giving you a quiet smile of reassurance.

You sighed as you followed after Tony. The two of you were once again sent out despite the very obvious hate and dislike the two of you held for each other. He was listening to AC/DC on headphones and ignoring your general existence, which was fine by you. By all means he could ignore you.

You were giggling hysterically as you followed after Toga, music running through your head as you tried to decide on what ‘radio station’ you wanted to listen to for the night. You were smiling as Toga glanced back at you, excitement in her eyes. Ahead of her, just barely so, Dabi was ignoring the both of you.

You couldn’t find Annabeth, which would normally be worrisome, however you also knew that she had probably holed herself up in the Athena cabin to study for the exam she would have to take to go to New Rome. You were proud of your girlfriend, just like you knew your boyfriend was. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Percy wouldn’t be joining Annabeth for the first year of collage, instead, he was staying at camp with you to help train the flood of younger campers that had made their way to camp.

[3mcwriting]

Heartache Himbo

This was a requested oneshot, hope I did well.

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Was it stupid to fall in love with a god?

You got the sense that it was.

And yet there you were, in love with your best friend—or as everyone else knew him—Thor, the god of thunder.

And you'd tried to ignore your feelings, you'd tried your hardest to only see him as your friend, but it was impossible. He was always there for you, eternally joyful, and forever trying to make you smile—how could you not fall in love with him?

So, there you were, unable to tear your eyes away as he embraced Jane Foster.

There were downsides to falling in love, after all.

Especially when there was no possibility of it being requited.

But you didn't understand how you were supposed to stop. How do you stop loving the person who never failed to get a laugh out of you? The person who as soon as he got a phone, never failed to text you good morning or good night? The person who always put you before him?

How do you stop loving that person?

Watching the fondness with which he looked at Jane, though, you knew you would have to figure out a way. It was excruciating to see his love directed at someone else when all you wished was for it to be towards you. To witness his love first-hand, but never for you…well, you understood why people said that love made you weak.

Nevertheless, you had always been a persistent person. Just like every other thing you'd ever done, you would continue trying until the torment in your heart was nothing more than an aching memory.

For the moment, though, seeing Jane and Thor together was too much of an affliction on your feelings so you left.

"Hey!" Thor called out to you, your name rolling off his lips in a way that made your breath hitch. "I had thought we were going to depart to the- what was it called…the theater of movies together."

You forced a smile onto your face, hoping it didn't look as insincere at it was. "I thought you and Jane might want to go together."

"But…" Thor was perplexed. "You spoke so happily about this occasion. Do you not wish to spend this time with me?" Coming from anyone else, that question might've sounded manipulative, but from the utter confusion on his face, you could tell he was genuinely curious.

You barked out a harsh laugh, wincing the moment the raw noise left you. "It isn't that."

"What is it, then?" Thor questioned, lost as to why you were leaving after you had been so excited.

Jane looked between the two of you, seeming to understand what was happening on your end. She left, not wanting to interrupt what was probably going to become a heavy conversation.

"I'm just not feeling up to it."

His eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Are you ill? Do you need me to fetch a healer?"

"It's not that," you hated how tempted you were to just tell him. He was one of your closest companions, you didn't want to ruin that.

Your name coming out of his mouth made you look up. "You can tell me anything. I am here to listen to you."

And you knew you shouldn't, but you'd never had quite the best self-control.

"I'm in love with you," you blurted, eyes immediately going wide at your own words.

"Oh," Thor was speechless for once, making you wince. You looked down, too embarrassed to face him after what you'd just said. You missed the growing grin on his face, too absorbed in self-pity to look at him.

That is, until he wrapped his arms around you, far too ecstatic to not embrace you. "I do believe I've been in love with you since the moment I set eyes on you."

[lostgirlfandom]

How You Meet the Avengers

Pairing: GN!Reader x Avengers (Platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Words: 1.2k

You met all the Avengers separately. Originally you had joined Sheild before the Avengers were a thing and one day when you were kidnapped by some crazy scientist that proceeded to experiment on you, you were then considered for the Avengers Initiative... only considered since you couldn’t quite control the random powers you gained from the experiments.  

You met Tony Stark when you had to join Natasha one day at the Stark Tower.  

You were in his little penthouse and were in front of some random... thing that was in his living room, waiting for the man himself to meet up with you and Nat.  

Your hand had reached forward to touch it, to see what it was because you had no clue what it was exactly, when you heard from the elevator; “Don’t breathe on that, it’s expensive.”  

You froze and then straightened up before turning to the voice, who turned out to be Tony. Nat was sitting on the couch, covering up a small grin in amusement at the innocent look you had put on your face.  

Tony swaggered over and dragged his eyes over your person.  

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You gave a big grin as you rocked on the balls of your feet.  

Tony’s lips twitched before scoffing. “We’ll get along great.”

-

You met Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes one day after getting back from a mission that went a little sideways. You had just walked into the communal area in bloody clothes when you paused at the site of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.  

They also paused at the site of you standing there like a deer in headlights.  

Brushing off the sudden and shocked silence, you grinned and waved at the two. “Hiiiii! I’m Y/N otherwise known as [Alias]. Nice to meet you two!”  

Bucky raised an eyebrow and looked you over slowly while Steve opened his mouth slowly while frowning his eyebrows. “Uhhh... Steve.” He gave a major pause while opening and closing his mouth.  

Bucky picked up the question. “Is that blood?” He tilted his head.  

You looked down at your clothes and then looked up. Biting your lip before slowly answering. “No...?” You even looked confused at your answer.  

Bucky gave a bark of a laugh while Steve looked more concerned. “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”  

You chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of your neck.  

-

How you met Bruce Banner was even worse.  

You had just accidentally broken a very expensive training robot and had just walked out of the training room and bumped into Bruce.  

Grinning guiltily, you put your hands behind your back. “Did you see that?” You asked casually.

He had glanced behind you while adjusting his glasses and saw the robot on fire and looked lost. “Umm...”

“The correct answer is no... no you didn’t. Nice to meet you Dr. Banner!” You spoke cheerily before taking off down the hallway as fast as you could.  

-

Thor and Loki were interesting.  

Thor was in the living room, plastered to the glass overlooking the city of Stark Tower when you walked in and he was grinning as he observed everything.  

“Lady Natasha! What is the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?!” He pointed somewhere.  

Curious, you followed Nat over to the window and looked to where he was pointing and you laughed heartedly as Nat deadpanned. “Those are children... That’s a school.” She said with no emotion in her tone. Making you laugh even more, to the point you leaned against the window next to them.  

Meeting Loki was during the Invasion when you were making your way to the top of the Tower with Nat and you misjudged where to land so you landed on the area that was Tony’s suit landing area... You tucked and rolled and then landed in front of some feet.

Freezing, you stared at the boots for a moment. Thinking to yourself, “Shitshitshitshitshit... why me?”  

“Mortal...” A deep accented voice spoke from above you. Leaking of arrogance and prestige.  

You rushed to stand up and straightened up. But you froze at the man before you. Why did he have to be so attractive...

You laughed nervously as Loki examined you from top to bottom. “Don’t mind me...I’ll just go find a corner to have my existential crisis.” You tried to move to the side to walk around him, but he cut you off with the Septer. You looked down at it and then back up.  

“Shouldn’t you be worshipping me, mortal?” He gave a mad grin, which made his appearance look a little more haggard.  

In your mind, you said yes but outward you spoke. “Not interested, thanks.” You gave an anxious grin.  

Loki’s face dropped for a moment but took steps closer to you. He looked out the window behind me and then turned back to you. “This is a beautiful world.” He said sarcastically will a tilt of his head and smarmy grin.  

You gave a big eye smile and sassed “Shame you came from so far away to destroy it, huh?”

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Not really.”

Quickly you ducked and then took off away from him. You gave him a sassy salute and grin, observing his face as he looked at you shocked for a moment. “Later, Mischief!”  

-

Meeting Clint was the most fun. He was the one that recruited you. After escaping the scientist that experimented on you, you were living on the street for a good while.  

You had just stolen some food from an expensive restaurant and had made your way to one of the building’s roof to sit and eat while enjoying the view.  

In the middle of your meal, a man sat next to you and took a bite from the container. “Pretty snazzy food you got there.”

You froze and watched him wide eyed for a moment before contemplating jumping to escape.  

He nonchalantly took another bite as he looked over the city. “Don’t jump, I don’t wanna have to chase you. It took a while to track you down.”

You frowned your eyebrows and sighed. “What are you? Cop?”  

He snorted. “Nah, I just worked for a company called The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division.”

You blinked and scrunched your face up. “What? Did someone not know how to shorten names?”  

“I think they are going to shorten it to S.H.I.E.L.D.” He shrugged and then reached up to adjust something on the side of his head. You notice of the hearing aid and your lips twitched before straightening up.  

“And why have you been tracking me down?” You started to swing your legs over the side of the building as you observed the man next to you.  

He gave a smile, “I think I have a job for you kid.”

-

Natasha was short and sweet...  

A few months after your training finally finished, Clint told you that he had someone he wanted you to meet and potentially become your mentor.  

Following Clint into a training room in one of Sheild’s headquarter buildings, you spotted a red headed lady with a face set into an emotionless mask.  

You walked up with Clint and Clint spoke up, “Nat, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Natasha Romanoff, otherwise known as the Black Widow.”

Your face set into an awed expression. “Woahhhh, so badass...” You grinned. “You get on Clint’s nerves, too?” You teased.  

You saw her lips twitch but her mask remained. She looked you up and down before turning to Clint. “They’ll do.”

[vqlfstar]

Hey Kid, I'm Here For You

Tony Stark x gender neutral Avenger!Reader (Platonic)

No use of Y/N. (876 words)

Description- Finding yourself slowly consumed by anxiety and worry as self-doubt creeps in, you find yourself comforted by none other than the man of the hour— Tony Stank.

Content Warnings- Angsty with a semi-hopeful ending; reader has an anxiety attack; age gap between reader and Tony (Tony calls you 'kid')

A/N- anxiety attacks can and probably will look different for most people, and so will the preferred ways of being grounded and/or comforted. The following blurb is entirely based on my own experiences with anxiety attacks and my own projection for how I wish to be comforted when I have them. This isn't meant as a guide :)

Sitting in the dark, on the living room floor of the Avengers tower, overlooking the nighttime New York city in all it's glory should have made you feel good.

Should have made you feel better as you looked at the vibrant scenery, through the one-way window.

But it didn't.

And you found yourself feeling lonelier with each passing minute.

Lonelier than you'd felt in all your years that you had been a part of the team.

There was a time before them— when you went by the world on your own; never stopping long enough to let the loneliness catch up to you.

And then they happened.

Your wonderful family that slowly found your way in your heart.

In all of the movie nights and the sunday dinners and the occasional pillow fights— they showed you unconditional love and support.

So much love, that sometimes it made you feel anxious. Made you wonder if you were really worth all that they had given you. Made you question if they truly meant every kind word they said to you...

You never realized when that occasional doubt had turned into a constant ball of anxiety knotted in your throat.

Didn't understand why— with each passing day— you felt a sense of dread whenever one of them smiled at you.

Maybe it was the fear that one morning one of them would wake up and think you were not good enough for their kindness.

Maybe it was the uneasiness that one day they would realize you were holding back the team.

Maybe it was- "Hey kid, everything okay?"

Snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts, Tony's voice made you look back in surprise.

"Yups! All well!" you replied in a cheery voice, trying to ignore the knots in your throat.

"Want me to switch on the light?" he asked, facing in your direction— most likely looking at you.

"That's alright, Tony. I was just about to leave anyway" you answered, slowly getting up from the cold floor and making your way past the neatly aligned couches.

Your chest feeling a little emptier with each passing step, threatening to let flow all the tears you had been holding in all this time.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It's okay.

You'll be okay.

You tried to remind yourself to no avail, as your eyesight got blurred away, and you tried to blink away the tears.

"Kid?"

Tony reached out his hand toward you, placing it on your shoulder.

"Hey, look at me," he whispered softly.

'Maybe now he'll know how useless I am,' a voice whispered in the back of your mind.

That was it.

You were no longer able to hold yourself back as your heavy sobs broke through the silence of the tower, and before you could make sense of what was happening, Tony came near you wrapping you in his arms.

"Shhh... I'm here kid. I'm here for you. Please tell me what's wrong."

Tony whispered with a certain anxiousness to his demeanor, rubbing your back.

"Hey... hey, breathe with me," he asserted with an urgency in his tone, feeling his heart break a little as you tightly held on to him.

One hand rubbing your back, and the other slightly caressing your head; whispering at you every now and then, he didn't stop reminding you that he was here for you.

Maybe years passed or maybe just a few moments, but you slowly found it easier to breathe with each passing moment, becoming aware of Tony's grounding presence.

When he knew for certain that you had stopped crying he slowly moved, bringing his hands to wipe away your tears as you avoided looking at him.

Maybe if you weren't feeling so exhausted you would have felt a little embarrassed by the outburst.

But you were tired.

So tired.

And you decided that feeling embarrassed was future you's problem.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that," you quickly whispered, still avoiding looking at him.

"I just had a long day, I didn't mean to—"

But before you could say anything else, Tony once again wrapped his arms around you.

"It's okay kid. You have nothing to apologize for."

You felt a little grateful to your exhaustion— the only thing preventing you from breaking down into tears once again.

Slowly moving away, placing his hands on your shoulder, he continued, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to... but I'm here. I am here for you. Whatever it is... if you ever want to talk to me... I'm here."

And you knew he meant it.

Nodding slightly, you looked up at him to find him already looking at you with sincerity, worry etched in his features.

"Yes... I know Tony, thank you..." words barely audible, you gave him a small smile that he returned.

"I'll probably call it a night," you said, stepping away, giving him a quick nod.

Against the silence of the night, your footsteps echoed in the darkness, as you walked towards your room.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt the knots unravel a little bit, making you smile softly.

"It's okay, I'm going to be okay," finding the words a little easier to believe too.

[kingofvipers]

Masterlist

First of this masterlist will most probably be solely on requests because I'm always with the authors block. I might do original oneshots, but that depends on whether my brain decides to cooperate or to be a bitch.

Up until now, I'm ok with any kind of request except for smut cause I still live with my parents, and I do not wish to get in trouble for writing porn. I don't think I need to explain that I don't do shit like pedophilia or stuff like that because that is just common sense. Up until now, I'm pretty comfortable with any request, but who knows, maybe I will be surprised by something. If that happens, I will address it, but for now, go wild.

Important: This is just a hobby and will be treated as one, so it's possible that I won't post constantly, so don't expect me to.

Also these aren't the only fandoms I'll do, it's just the ones I could think of right now, if you wish to request for other fandoms you can and I will write for those fandoms depending on my knowledge of them.

This is for male and Gn readers btw

Incorrect quotes

Lord of the rings: part 1 , part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

The Hobbit: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Avatar(2009): part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Atwow: part 1

Marvel: part 1, part 2, part 3

Good omens: part 1

Hogwarts legacy: part 1, part 2, part 3

Harry Potter

Marauders: part 1

Original characters: Axl: part 1, Part 2

Oneshots

Lord of the rings

The Hobbit

Avatar (2009)

Avatar the Way of Water

Wednesday

Hogwarts Legacy

Good Omens

Marvel

My ocs

[cece693]

Numb (Tony Stark x Gender Neutral! Reader)

Something that I had saved and forgot all about.

Summary: You didn't understand Tony's decision; he'd left you with a gaping hold in your heart. It was easy to feel anger and resentment, but was it really a surprise how things ended?

tags: slight comfort, post-endgame, Tony's dead, reader handles the loss, mourning, last words/message

You stood there, numb, as Tony's heart drifted farther down the lake, a small, fading dot on the horizon. The weight of what you had done pressed down on you, and without a word to anyone, you turned away, heading home. As you stepped into the house and climbed the stairs to your bedroom, everything appeared the same—yet it all felt different. The one piece that truly made this a home was now gone forever.

When Tony sacrificed himself, it was easy to be consumed by anger. How dare he leave you like this, sobbing and begging for him to return, all for the sake of Earth? After everything, after all the times they had wronged him, it was you—the one person who never turned their back on him—who was left behind. That anger still simmered beneath the surface, but now it had dulled into a numbness that spread through your entire being.

Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey had all tried to comfort you, offering words meant to soothe the unbearable loss. But their attempts only made it worse. They didn’t understand—they couldn’t. What they had lost was different from yours. Tony was your husband and he'd failed your wedding vows. Through sickness and health—the battle with Thanos had no place there.

All you wanted was to be alone, to sit with the emptiness that had taken root inside you, to feel it in its entirety without anyone trying to take it away. That emptiness, as hollow and painful as it was, felt like the last piece of Tony you had left.

Looking around, your vision blurred with unshed tears, taking in the sight of the room. It was a mess, but that was typical when living with Tony. The wardrobe door was flung open, shirts haphazardly hanging half in, half out. His favorite jacket was draped over a chair, and a pair of mismatched socks lay abandoned on the floor. It was like he had just stepped out for a moment, like he would walk back in any second with that roguish grin, asking if you’d seen his watch or where he left his keys.

Your eyes moved to the messy bed, and you couldn't help but collapse onto it. Bringing Tony's pillow to your nose, you inhaled deeply—taking in his familiar cologne and the faint scent of oil and metal that clung to everything he touched. As you lay there, your mind replaying happy memories, something caught your attention.

Hesitantly, you reached out and picked it up, your fingers trembling as you recognized the Stark tech design. With a deep breath, you activated it. A hologram flickered to life, and there he was—Tony, looking at you with that familiar blend of warmth and determination that only he could pull off.

"Hey, love." his voice was soft, almost soothing, but there was an undercurrent of sadness. "If you're seeing this, it means I'm gone. And I know you're angry, probably cursing my name right now. Believe me, I didn’t want to leave you. God, I wanted to stay more than anything."

He paused, as if searching for the right words. "But…you know me. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to save everyone. It’s who I am—who I've always been. I know that’s not an excuse, and it doesn’t make it hurt any less. But I need you to understand that I didn’t choose them over you. I chose all of us. I couldn't bear the thought of a world where you weren't safe."

Tony’s image flickered slightly, and you could see the pain in his eyes. "I hate that I hurt you. But you…you're stronger than you know. And I need you to keep going, to live your life, even without me in it. Because, in a way, I’m still here. I’m always with you."

He took a shaky breath, and his voice softened. "I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I will love you until the end of time. Forever, remember? That’s what we promised. And I’m keeping that promise, even now."

As the hologram continued, you could hear the faint background noise—a gentle clinking of dishes, the hum of a movie soundtrack. Your heart ached as you recognized the scene: it was the last day you spent together. The day you cooked dinner side by side, the laughter you shared, and the quiet intimacy of watching a movie on the couch.

Now everything made sense. Tony’s extra affection, his words of love, and the lingering touches—they were all part of his farewell. It was as if he had known he wouldn’t have another chance to show you how much you meant to him. The realization hit you like a wave. How long had Tony known his fate? How long had he been preparing to say goodbye, knowing he had to make every moment count?

As the hologram began to flicker and lose its stability, Tony’s image took on a more solemn, resigned expression. His voice softened even further, as if he were speaking directly to your heart.

“I have to go now. But remember this—no matter where I am, my love for you will never fade. It’s with you always, even in the darkest moments. If there's an afterlife, I'll be waiting for you.” The hologram shimmered one last time, and with a final, loving glance, Tony’s image faded into the darkness. Clutching the device to your chest, the tears that you have been holding back finally spilled over.

[auroracalisto]

day #8: cheesy hallmark movies

thor x gn!reader, 153 words tw: hallmark movie mention.

Thor stared at you, almost incredulously. "What do you mean, these movies are normal? It is like watching children put on an act for their mothers and fathers! Do you enjoy these movies?"

"I mean," you said, cracking a smile as you looked up at the Norse god. "They are funny to watch."

"Funny to watch," he repeated. "How so? Is there some secret Midgardian joke that I do not understand?"

"No," you said. "Some are just so stupid that it makes it worth it."

He blinked slowly. "So you would much rather... watch foolish... Hallmart movies?"

"Aht," you chided, wagging your finger at him as if he were a child. "Hallmark movies," you said. "Put some respect on the name."

Thor scoffed and sat down beside of you on your sofa, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

"I will put my respect somewhere else, hm? Preferably not with your Midgardian Hallmark movies."

[reptisoil]

Masterlist

This is my masterlist!

Request status: Open

MCU:

Peter Parker (TH)

"No, No, No~ || Peter Parker x GN! Reader ||"

Summary: When Peter gets added to Tony's guest list, he meets someone for the first time officially and asks them to dance

Dr. Stephen Strange

"Pros of not Sleeping || Stephen Strange x GN! Reader ||"

Summary: When Stephen finds sleeping hard one night, he decides the library is the best place to cure his ailment. Apparently, someone else had a similar problem.

TFP:

Soundwave:

"Coding Trouble || Soundwave x GN! Reader ||"

Summary: After needing help with some coding assignment for your college class, you can't think of any other bot to go first.

Ultra Magnus:

"Stick-fic || Ultra Magnus x GN! Reader ||"

Summary: You put MLP stickers on Ultra Magnus while he recharges. (Request)

HTTYD:

RTTE-

Heather:

"Romance is Science || RTTE! Heather x GN! Reader ||"

Summary: On her travels, Heather encounters someone who wishes to study dragons from a scientific perspective and she decides they're worth her time. After a while, things change between the two for the better.

Folk of the Air:

Gilmore Girls:

Wild Kratts:

Chris Kratt:

"."Im stuck.." || Chris Kratt x GN! Reader ||"

Summary: When Y/n finds themself in a sticky situation, Chris seems to be the only person they can think of to call for help.

Martin Kratt:

"."Oh let me hold you." || Martin Kratt x GN! Reader ||"

Summary: Lazy day with Martin, taking the break you desevre

"Beach Day! || Martin Kratt x GN! Reader ||"

Summary: Arsin and Martin break away from the gang to have a day at the beach. Chaos is what they return to but the day away from everything made life so much easier.

[thatonegayfrog13]

SO WHERE'S STEVE IN THIS!?

so when i read avenger fics i noticed something. in the insert reader fics sometimes the reader is a Stark. like their his kid adopted or not. i see this alot. i even see some were their Nat's adopted kid. i understand why this happens. in the mcu we've seen these two be actually good with kids, (Natasha with Clint's kids to the point they call her aunty Nat and Tony with morgan/peter). BUT I NEED SOME PARENT STEVE! maybe its the daddy issues but i need this old man to somehow pull a Stark and adopt a kid. idk ex-hydra like Bucky or something. and it doesn't even have to be mcu Steve it can literally be 616 comic him or Avengers assemble him or SOMETHING! for god sake I'll take a nonspecific version were its a mix of different medias of him. i just want this goober to be a caring loving dad who may not get all of the current century stuff but he's trying, with the help of the avengers and this kid he somehow took under his wing.

also i demand: slow dancing lessons to old 40's music and jamming out to Marvin Gaye, helping steve with some modern stuff tech or otherwise, and forcing the other to watch Steve's old embarrassing Captain America movies and shorts from before he was an actual hero.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Listener SFW Bucky Had A Nightmare, You Comfort Him

[M4A] [Left ambiguous enough to be x listener or x Steve or any other canon character] [Reverse comfort] [Nightmares] [Discussion of PTSD, trauma, brainwashing]

It's been a very long time since Bucky was last here and I've been getting requests for more reverse comfort's lately. Maybe you can give Bucky the hug he needs.

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[keymeadoww]

Real!! It makes me annoyed as a trans man because I'm finally so thrilled to read something that's masc! reader only for it to say she and it makes me feel self-conscious surprisingly enough. Please, re-read or, even, don't tag as gn or masc if you want a fem reader!

I get so disappointed when writers tag their post as (insert fandom) x male reader and at some point refer to the reader as 'girlfriend' or somehow make it obvious that the reader is supposed to be female. Also marking a certain writing of theirs as 'gender neutral' in their master list and then referring to the reader as 'she' is just as discouraging.

Please don't do that loves!! It's not that hard to re-read your stuff to make sure it's gender neutral if you actually want to tag it as one.