#avengers gender neutral reader insert

[cece693]

Just an idea that suddenly came to mind. What if you (the reader) have to fight Bucky during his winter soldier programming? What if something similar occurs to you guys as it did with Vision and Wanda? I plan for this to be divided into two parts since I don't have an ending in mind and this post isn't doing it for me. Hope you enjoy!

I Forgive You

pairing: bucky barnes x gender neutral reader tags: bucky can't catch a break, you are strong (power and skill wise), takes place during infinity war, open ended

You perch on the edge of the facility’s rooftop, the evening breeze ruffling through your hair as you stare off into the distance. The compound below you hums with activity—footsteps, clanging metal, distant voices—evidence of the Avengers preparing for the battles to come. You’re one of them now, and not just any member: you’re often dubbed the “strongest Avenger.” Some might say that’s an exaggeration, but you know what you’re capable of. You’ve trained in every form of combat you could get your hands on—hand-to-hand, swords, firearms. And to cap it all off, you possess powers that make you a formidable force, even among Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Still, when you’re alone, your thoughts drift to him. James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes—your friend, your partner, the man you fell in love with. You think back to those frantic days when you found yourself on opposite sides in the battle between Tony and Steve. You were forging your own path, torn by loyalty and your own moral compass. Bucky was caught in the crossfire of past sins and present accusations. Through the chaos, you discovered each other and headed to Wakanda for Bucky to finally heal and escape the ghosts of his past. But things never were that easy.

The last 'normal' day you had with him you'll treasure for eternity. Bright golden rays washed over the Wakandan horizon the morning Shuri completed Bucky’s deprogramming. The moment felt surreal, the two of you standing among those tall grasses and budding flowers, watching the sun’s first light spread across the sky. Bucky’s hand tentatively found yours, his metal fingers brushing your palm. Despite all the horrors you’d both seen, despite the fracture lines left in his mind, he looked at you like you were his anchor to a life without darkness.

“You okay?” you asked him quietly, lacing your fingers with his.

He gave you a lopsided smile. “I’m not sure I deserve to be, but for the first time in a while, I feel almost free.”

And you believed him. You had to—he needed that belief.

Of course, that's when Thanos appeared, drawing you and Bucky into the largest battle Earth had ever faced. Battle lines were drawn in Wakanda, where countless outriders of Thanos’s army threatened to overrun the nation.

During the fray, you unleashed the full extent of your powers. Energy crackled around you, turning each of your blows into seismic shockwaves. You were almost unstoppable. At your side, Bucky fought with lethal precision, his vibranium arm glinting in the sunlight as bullets whizzed past. The synergy between you two was remarkable, like a dance choreographed through countless training hours and mutual trust.

But trust is fragile in the face of unimaginable power.

Suddenly, you felt a colossal presence. Looking up, your gaze locked onto the towering figure of Thanos. He stepped through the remnants of the battlefield, the Infinity Gauntlet glowing with stolen Stones. Even from a distance, you saw his gaze flick over your form, and something sparked behind his violet eyes—recognition. Fear, perhaps. The Titan raised his armored hand. A wave of twisted energy arced in your direction. You braced yourself, arms crossed in front of your body, channeling every ounce of power you had to shield your allies from the blast. Still, the force knocked you back, sending you tumbling across the ravaged earth.

When the shock subsided, a chill shot down your spine. You stood, shaking off the impact, and found the battlefield too quiet. Your eyes landed on Bucky just in time to see him freeze. His face contorted; his pupils dilated. It happened in a split second.

Hydra’s trigger words, carried on a faint, telepathic echo you couldn’t hear but Bucky could. An alien whisper from Thanos’s cosmic manipulations. And just like that, the Winter Soldier emerged once more. His steel-blue eyes turned ice-cold. The gentle man you loved disappeared behind an all-too-familiar mask of lethal focus. He turned away from the outriders, ignoring Thanos for the moment. His sights honed in on you.

“Bucky?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his lips parted, eyes dark with an unspoken mission. This time, the programming was crystal clear: Take you out. Kill the one threat that even Thanos couldn't account for. Your greatest strength had painted a target on your back. You raised your hands, glowing with the power you wielded. But your heart pounded. Could you really fight him at full strength? Bucky—your Bucky—was somewhere behind that cold stare.

“Stand down!” Steve’s voice cut through the chaos, but Bucky didn’t listen. He pivoted, leveling his gun at Steve, forcing the Captain to dodge.

“Barnes, snap out of it!” Natasha shouted, but her attempts to get close were cut off by a brutal strike from Bucky’s vibranium arm. Everyone else was busy trying to fend off the onslaught of Thanos’s forces. Your team needed your power, but now you were pinned in a conflict of your own.

Bucky lunged at you, knife flashing. You parried with your forearm, each metallic clash echoing in the war-torn field. You had no intention of hurting him, so you held back, turning your power inward, using just enough to keep him off-balance. His movements were a lethal dance—calculated, relentless, unstoppable. Blow after blow, you deflected each strike, trying to talk him down. “Bucky, it’s me!” you cried, voice cracking. “You don’t want to do this!”

For a heartbeat, his eyes seemed to flicker, memories surfacing. The time you both sat under the Wakandan sunrise, the moments you’d shared—everything hung between you. Then the programming crushed it back down. His knife sliced through the air again. You twisted, sidestepping, but you were too concerned with not harming him, too torn by love and heartbreak. The blade found its mark.

A searing pain tore through your abdomen. Your eyes went wide, and a gasp tore from your throat. One heartbeat, two—time slowed. Your hands flew to the wound, crimson blooming across your fingertips. The world started spinning.

Bucky stood over you, knife still gripped in his metal hand. His expression was empty, but the second he saw your blood pooling on the battlefield, the mask began to crack. His breathing quickened; panic gripped him. Something deep within those blue eyes shattered.

“No,” he murmured, voice barely audible. “No, no, no…”

You collapsed to your knees, desperately trying to keep pressure on the wound. The pain was staggering, and your vision wavered at the edges as you fought against the darkness creeping in. The din of the battlefield—roaring explosions, clashing metal, and desperate shouts—faded into an echo, leaving only the trembling sound of Bucky’s voice. The knife clattered to the ground from his shaking hand, the cold light in his eyes replaced by raw horror.

Bucky dropped beside you, arms sliding around your body. Another wave of agony made you cry out, yet you clung to the faint relief of his warmth—even if it was stained by regret. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. His vibranium hand cradled your cheek as though you were made of porcelain. “I’m so sorry.”

The Winter Soldier façade seemed to shatter then, peeling away like a final layer of armor. What remained was Bucky Barnes—the man you loved, tears tracking down his face in heart-wrenching clarity. Meeting his gaze, you rallied the last of your strength, silently conveying what words couldn’t: You forgave him. You loved him.

In the distance, Thanos lumbered toward the heart of the battle, where your fellow Avengers continued to fight, unaware of the private tragedy unfolding. The war raged on, but in that moment, time felt suspended—for you, for Bucky, for everything else that mattered.

With trembling fingers, he pressed down on your wound, desperate to stop the flow of blood. “Not you too,” he pleaded, voice tight with fear. “Please don’t leave me.” You forced a weak smile; you refused to let your final expression be one of despair. You wouldn’t let Bucky’s last memory of you be filled with nothing but tears and regret.

Bucky’s grip on you tightened, as if he could anchor you to consciousness by sheer will. Each breath you took felt like shards of glass in your lungs, but you clung to awareness, swallowing down the pain.

“Stay with me,” Bucky begged. He looked up frantically, searching for help that was nowhere to be found—Shuri was likely in the labs, the medical units were overrun, and Wakanda’s defensive lines were collapsing under Thanos’s onslaught. “I’ll—I’ll get you to someone. We’ll find a healer—”

“Bucky.” Your voice trembled, but you forced each syllable past your dry lips. You reached up with a shaking hand, brushing aside a strand of his hair matted with dirt and sweat. “Don’t…don’t blame yourself.”

His eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled freely, wetting the blood-streaked dirt beneath you both. The regret in his gaze was heartbreaking. “I wasn’t in control,” he rasped, “but it was still my hand. And I—”

You pressed weakly against his cheek with your palm, stopping him. You didn’t have enough breath to argue, so you let your eyes speak your truth: He had been a pawn once again, manipulated by Thanos’s cruel plans. You forgave him—truly. He held your hand against his stubbled jaw, turning his face into your touch. His vibranium arm remained clamped over your wound, red seeping over silver. Every passing second felt like a lifetime.

Above you, the sky lit up with another shower of blasts, the barrier around Wakanda flickering under the assault. Your teammates were fighting valiantly—Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda, T’Challa—all risking their lives to push Thanos back. But you knew the Titan’s power was immense. If even your strength might not be enough to stop him, how could anyone else stand a chance? In your heart, you felt a pang of guilt for not being out there, protecting the team as you always had. But there was no denying your body was failing, and Bucky’s terrified eyes told you he could feel it too.

“Help!” His cry rose into the chaos, ragged and desperate. “Somebody help!”

[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.

[librababe99]

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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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[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?”

[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.

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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.

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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

[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.

[cece693]

So I had this silly idea of a character being super duper shy around you and who better else to write about than Pietro Maximoff. Not many fanfics are on Tumblr about him (which isn't all that suprising considering he dies by the end of his first movie) but in my heart he's very much alive. Hope you enjoy!

Tongue Tied

pairing: pietro maximoff x gender neutral reader tags: Pietro is a mess, wanda is a good sister, reader is amused but likes Pietro, the speedster is adorable

Pietro had a routine: wake up, shower, eat breakfast in a hurry (sometimes literally), and then spend the day reminding the Avengers just how fast he was. Confidence was basically his middle name. That is, until you came along. All it took was your shy smile—once—and boom. Suddenly, Pietro was about as smooth as a pothole-filled road.

Accident #1:

Your first week at the Avengers compound was a whirlwind. And when you asked Pietro for a tour, he practically teleported to your side. Wanda, arms folded, watched with a mischievous grin from the corner, ready to document his inevitable blunders.

Pietro cleared his throat. “So, um, this is the training room,” he said, gesturing to a door. “And that’s—” Only, the door he pointed to was actually a storage closet. Wanda snickered.

“Oh,” you said, peeking inside at a broom and mop. “State-of-the-art training gear, huh?”

Pietro’s eyes widened, cheeks burning. “Ha! Yes, definitely not the training room. That’s…um…storage. This—this is the training room.” He zipped across the hall to the correct door so fast, he nearly tripped over his own feet.

An awkward silence filled the space between you while Wanda silently mimed a facepalm. Pietro didn’t look remotely cool as he tried to recover, but you just smiled, amused. “I like the personal touch,” you teased. “Broom-fighting is a lost art.” Pietro managed a shaky laugh. Maybe you found it endearing—he could only hope.

Accident #2:

The Avengers often hosted casual cookouts on the compound’s spacious lawn, complete with steaks, veggie burgers, and unfortunate attempts at comedic karaoke from Tony. You and Pietro ended up manning the grill together—a recipe for comedic disaster. “I got this,” Pietro insisted confidently. He flipped burgers at record speed, so quickly that half of them landed in questionable angles on the grill.

You tried not to laugh as one burger sailed off into the grass. “Huh, I think that one tried to make a break for it.”

“Yeah, well…” Pietro pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I’ll just pick it up.” He was back in a flash, depositing the rogue burger in the trash can while giving you a sheepish grin.

Wanda breezed by, eyeing Pietro’s stumbling attempts. Leaning in close so only he could hear, she teased, “Your face is as red as hot sauce.”

He rolled his eyes. “Go away, Wanda.”

But you overheard, chuckling. “I think it’s cute,” you said lightly, hoping to ease his nerves. Immediately, Pietro dropped his spatula. It clanged onto the grill with a loud metallic thunk. He stared at it, wide-eyed, while Wanda practically had to bury her face in her hands to stifle her laughter.

Accident #3:

Pietro loved nicknames. He threw them around like confetti—“Hawky” for Clint, “Tin Man” for Tony, “Red” for Wanda. But he hadn’t come up with one for you yet. Not for lack of trying…he just kept choking on his words each time he tried.

One afternoon, you were in the common lounge, reading a book, when Pietro zoomed in, nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. He waved it off casually, muttering something about “lousy furniture placement.”

“Hey,” you greeted. “What’s up?”

“Um. Nothing. You, er, do you want to—” He exhaled in frustration. “Grab a bite to eat? Maybe see a movie?”

Your eyes lit up. “Oh! That sounds great.”

Pietro’s relieved smile nearly split his face. “Cool! That’s—great. Awesome. Perfect.” He then tried to do his usual flirty finger-gun move, but ended up accidentally pointing at Wanda behind you. Which made him look more than a little unhinged.

Wanda arched an eyebrow from the kitchen. “You see, this is painful for me. Personally, I never thought I’d watch my brother turn into…this.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Wanda’s dramatic pity act, placing your book down. “Don’t be too hard on him,” you said, sending Pietro a fond smile.

The speedster, desperately trying to salvage his cool, opened his mouth to retort—but all that came out was a strangled cough. He quickly cleared his throat, mentally cursing himself for failing to say something suave like, I’m just dazzled by you, obviously.

Wanda decided she’d seen enough: her brother might never confess how he felt unless he got some help. She cornered you in the gym, where you were finishing up a routine. “You know my brother’s head-over-heels for you, right?” she said matter-of-factly.

You blinked in surprise, setting down a dumbbell. “I had a feeling. I…uh, like him too.” Your smile was bashful but unguarded. “He’s sweet, in his own weird, speedy way.”

Wanda smirked. “Well, I’m tired of watching him embarrass himself. Let’s do something about that.”

She proposed a plan: she’d lure Pietro to the observation deck, a quiet place perfect for stargazing, conveniently around the same time you’d be there. An accidental rendezvous, if you will. That evening, you stood on the open-air platform, staring up at the twinkling sky. The gentle wind ruffled your hair as you waited. Right on cue, Pietro arrived—though not at his usual breakneck speed. He sauntered in, probably coached by Wanda to “act normal,” though you could see the pulse in his neck beating fast.

“So,” you said, turning to face him. “Wanda said you wanted to talk?”

Pietro swallowed, his confidence visibly slipping. “I—yes, I did. But I—I didn’t know she’d, you know, ambush me like this. Not that I mind talking to you!” He paused to take a breath, clearly annoyed at himself for rambling. “Look,” he began again, more softly, “I like you. A lot.”

Your face heated at his directness. “Well, that’s good, because I feel the same way.”

The relief that flooded Pietro’s features was priceless, like he was finally able to breathe. “Seriously? Because sometimes I worry I’m, uh, coming off as a total dork—”

“Dork’s a strong word,” you teased, stepping a bit closer. “I’d say adorable.”

Pietro blinked. “Adorable? Me? That’s new.”

You laughed, the sound echoing sweetly under the stars. Without thinking, Pietro reached for your hand. Not to whisk you away at supersonic speed, but to gently lace his fingers through yours. “Maybe,” he ventured, “we could do something not orchestrated by my meddling sister? Like an actual date?”

Your nod was immediate. “I’d love that.”

When the two of you finally returned inside, hand in hand, it was as if the entire compound had been lying in wait. Clint almost dropped a bowl of popcorn in shock, while Tony paused mid-sip of his coffee, eyebrows shooting up. “Well, well,” Tony said, smirking. “Looks like Speedy finally found his voice.”

Pietro rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Tin Man." From across the room, Wanda gave a thumbs-up, wiggling her eyebrows. You mouthed a “thank you,” and she winked.

[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."

[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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[jeonstellate]

timestamp: laurels

it’s 2:14 pm when you spot tony in the crowd.

๑彡 platonic!tony stark x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 adopted child!au — mentions of kidnapping — fluff

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.7K words

masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

๑彡 i don’t think i’ve ever projected this hard on any of my works before, but— my sincere apologies bc i made yn a college of engineering student, like i am *insert exhaling emoji here*

๑彡 if you think tony’s a little too ooc here . . . that’s bc he’s based on endgame!tony — specifically his dynamic with morgan :D

You, [full name], are the child of Tony Stark— the Tony Stark. Not biologically in any way, but treated like one nevertheless.

A blessing it might be to remember whenever you’re around your adoptive father and everyone close to him, it’s also a curse the media loves to remind you every chance they get. They are extremely selective about when they consider you a Stark — and it all depends on the narrative they want to push. Effectively, you’re only a Stark in their eyes whenever you do something they deem unbecoming of the name.

Your father Tony does his best to shield you from all the negative attention that comes with being his child. His efforts go beyond suing reporters and paparazzi to oblivion — and assigning shadow bodyguards to keep you safe. He gives you the freedom to live normally as well, which includes bestowing you another name that flies under the radar. [First name] Carbonell.

[First name] Carbonell who just decided to participate in their university’s hack-a-thon on a whim. Who didn’t even tell their dad where they disappeared to on a weekend. And who just got called onto the makeshift stage.

"Congratulations," your old Assembly Language Programming professor greets you as you shake his hand and accept the 3D-printed trophy he’s offering you.

So much for only attending for the free merch.

(You came for the workshops, too, of course. But it was never in your plan to code something, especially with a clock set so tight, let alone submit something for judging. It just kind of . . . happened.)

You give a small, polite smile. "Thank you."

Once more, the crowd roars with applause. However, this time, it’s accompanied by a familiar celebratory whistle. Dad.

You locate him just before the shutter clicks. Your winning photo immortalizes your genuine reaction to spotting your dad in the crowd.

You run to him immediately after descending from the makeshift stage. He catches you in an embrace. "Congratulations, [nickname]." You melt into the hug as he plants a kiss on top of your head. "I’m proud of you."

Truth be told, you never imagined that you two would reach this point. You were convinced that you were meant to die in fourth grade, when HYDRA kidnapped you as petty revenge to your SHIELD agent biological parents. It was only by pure luck that the Avengers found you when they did — especially when they weren’t even looking for you in the first place. Although it wasn’t Iron Man who found you first, you clung to Tony since then because he reminded you of your biological father the most.

Tony, for his part, as he later admitted to you during your junior year of high school, had been hesitant to take you in himself. He cared for you a lot, to the point that he had been convinced you deserved a better guardian than he could ever be. Yet, at the same time, the thought of never seeing you again was too much to bear.

The two of you had to figure things out along the way. And you’d like to think you have done well in doing your respective best.

"Thanks, Dad." You tighten your hold on him, unwilling to let go just yet. "Means a lot."

Later, when your dad had enough photos of you with your trophy in his phone, he takes you to a hamburger joint. He had denied your request to have donuts for lunch, but he did promise to get a couple dozen for dessert.

"How did you know I was on campus?" You ask as you unwrap more of your burger.

Your dad, who hasn’t peeled off his photostatic veil and stripped off his disguise, nonchalantly relies, "JARVIS tattled on you."

You stop mid-bite because of that. "Dad! You said you removed that protocol!"

"I did." His burger suddenly appears the most interesting thing to look at. "I just asked JARVIS where you were because I wanted to have lunch."

Your eyes soften. University has been . . . a lot. You haven’t been able to join your dad for meals, much less hang around his workshop like you always did when you were younger.

You thought nothing it, really. Partly because you’ve been too busy to think about it, but mostly because you assumed he wouldn’t care. After all, you still live with him — and you two see each other in the hallways every-so-often at midnight.

It never occurred to you that your dad will miss you, even when he still has everything keeping him occupied. "I miss you, too, you know."

[yamirexic]

pov: you're in a polyamorous relationship with mr plant and argos (hc)

reader is gender neutral

mr plant

• mr plant being the intoverted type

• mr plant being extremely protective over argos and you

• him actually caring, even though he won't show it or just shrug (you know exactly what I mean)

• he's straight up scary, he murdered a lot but he "says" he had a "good reason for it" (usually to avenge you both cause the person he killed treated you guys like shit or went out of ice cream)

• he doesn't like getting cuddily which doesn't really match with argos's (or sometimes your) touchiness (you can leave yourself out if you hate pda as well)

• big spoon, do I need to say more?

• don't know where mr plant is? look in front of the telly or in the fun zone.

• sometimes, when you have a day off, you just go into the living room and watch telly while argos is working

• same as argos, he can become quite jealous but will probably be more violent so be careful or your best friend might be lying dead on their porch next morning

argos

• argos being the extroverted type

• having tea parties with you

• you guys watching horror stuff

• you binging ahs together (mr plant occasionally joining when someone gets killed, his smile never fading)

• helping him bake cookies for the scouts

• argos being the cutest but also scariest bf ever like being cute in one second and completely yandere in the next

• he usually feels stressed when someone got killed and panics before finding a weird way to solve the problem (he will be traumatized though)

• hahahahaha but not alwaysss (*insert chainsaw pic of argos*)

• *insert obnoxious slurping of any kind of liquid when it's getting weird*

• if you like cuddles then you're definetly in good hands (arms) with argos, cause he loves cuddles a lot (he's also usually the little spoon)

• if you guys all live together in one void and/or house, you all have your own room cause you all appreciate some privacy. expect to wake up to a sleeping argos next to you though (one time, it even was mr plant, you still don't know why though)

• argos can sometimes be a full grown adult and sometimes a kid. he's just youthful (and probably has adhd or autism).

• overall he can get extremely jealous

• would probably steal your friends's mail if it's adressed to you (will put it in your shrine, right next to mr plant's shrine)

[azriona]

i’m confused…is not a fairy tale kiss an oc fic or a reader insert; it looks a lot like the latter so i was asking because sometimes they get cross-tagged

Hi! Thanks for asking. I get that cross-tagging can be an issue, and I agree that “tagging for reach” is inappropriate in any circumstance. For what it’s worth, I believe I’m tagging appropriately with both. Please give me a moment to explain why.

As I say in the opening notes to NAFTK, the story is Bucky/OFC, told in second person. However, I stand by tagging it as Bucky/Reader, because generally speaking, Readers are original characters. And that’s largely because it’s almost impossible to write a believable, 100% neutral character who has no personality traits, no backstory, no history. You can’t do it, not and also write an interesting story. Doubly so when you’re meant to be writing a romance. As someone in a Discord server I’m in said recently, you need chemistry for a romance, not a blank slate.

Pick a  x Reader story out there. Somewhere in the story, there’s going to be some kind of information given or assumed about the Reader. Are they old? Are they young? Are they the daughter of a mob boss? Or do they run their own business? Are they a super-powered fellow Avenger, or the daughter of a Hydra agent? Do they have kids? Do they speak multiple languages? Are they an omega to someone’s alpha?

None of us are those things. (Well. Maybe we have kids or run our own businesses or are multilingual, but I’m guessing it’s a no for the rest.) The Reader character might not be described physically, she might not be given a name, but she’s still a character who isn’t exactly us, and we as readers are being asked to believe we’re her.

That’s how I’ve written NAFTK. The Reader character is never named. I don’t describe her complexion or her ethnicity. Heck, I don’t even really talk about her religious background. She has a backstory, sure—any Reader character who is also an Avenger does. I’m hardly the first to do this. Look at the Choose Your Own Adventure books—those also assumed the Reader had a specific backstory, family life, history. Even if they never specified their gender, name, or description.

You can read and pretend you're the Reader character. Or not. I don’t think it matters, not for the story or the way I’ve told it. If you can pretend you’re the daughter of a mob boss, or heir to the HYDRA empire, or an omega waiting to be claimed by your Winter Soldier alpha, then I don’t think I’m asking much more.

I’m asking you to take on the mantle of this character. I am not saying, she is you: I am saying, you are her.

I understand this is probably a longer answer than you anticipated. I understand that I’m probably going to piss off a lot of people with it. (Readers and writers included.)

There are x Reader stories out there where the Reader character is completely 100% neutral and yet still compelling. I’m just saying, they’re really damn difficult to do. Heck, I’ve written almost 300k for NAFTK and its accompanying stories, not all of which are posted. Without naming my main character! And that was hard enough! Doing it with a completely blank slate? I can’t even imagine. Hats off, definitely, those authors have ALL my respect.

I hope that answers your question. And I hope if you decide to read, that you enjoy the story I wrote.

[wandaslittlelove]

Rules - Characters - Ext.

Characters I write For:

Natasha Romanoff (Avengers)

Wanda Maximoff (Avengers)

Rio Vidal (Marvel)

Agatha harkness

Rosalie Hale (Twilight)

Lexa (The 100)

Clarke Griffin (The 100)

Raven Reyes (The 100)

Octavia Blake (The 100)

Elizabeth Olsen

Angela Giarratana (Smosh)

Courtney Miller (Smosh)

Amanda Lehan-Canto (Smosh)

Lady dimitrescu

What I write about:

Age Regression/Pet regression

Pet play

Dark Fics

Angsts

Mostly Anything

Female or Gender Neutral Reader

reader inserts (reader is always depicted as 18+ unless Its a situation where the read is a characters child)

Rules:

Reader is always Bottom

Do Not Write

i will never write content including pedophilia / romantic or sexual scenarios involving minors or bestiality. these things will never be subject to change. if you consume that content or see nothing wrong in its production, you are not allowed on my blog.

Incest (step-family is fine but everyone must be of age)

male!character or male!reader

top!reader or dom!reader (i may dabble into this in the future, but i’m more comfortable writing bottom!r and sub!r as of right now)

Dark!reader

scat, piss play, race play, and fetishistic / offensive content

hateful material (homophobia, transphobia - fatphobia, ableism, racism, etc.)

crossovers between different fandoms

Other Stuff:

i do not own any of the fandoms i write for

the majority of what i write isn’t canon (so no one scream at me for changing the story pls)

please be detailed in your request when sending in a request. i wouldn’t want whoever made a request feeling unfulfilled or uncomfortable.

do not try to rush me. i can take a while to get to writing because i do have a life that keeps me busy outside of here. also, there are times where i am available but am not in the mood to write or have writer’s block so be patient.

i try my best to write each request, but sometimes i can’t if it’s on a topic i’m not well educated on or something i’m uncomfortable with.