#cassie lang x sister!reader

[sunshinesickies]

Cassie Lang x Sister!Reader blurb

Idiot

“Oh wow, okay…shit…well this, yeah this is bad.” You mutter to yourself as the threat you’re trying to fight off just invited his new dangerous mutant buddies with their even more dangerous mutant powers to join. You had thought this would an easy fight. You want to prove to your sister, and well, the world, that you can hold your own, and be a hero. You square your shoulders, a determined glare on your face. So what? You’re a mutant too.

“Okay y/n, you’ve got this.” You breathe, letting yourself feel the energy of your powers flowing through every cell in your body. You leap out from the flipped car you were hiding behind but before you even get the chance to strike, your breath is knocked out of you as a ray of light slams into you hard. You’re immediately knocked down, the force from the ray sending you flying back into a wall.

Ow you think as a stabbing pain sears through the back of your head and your vision blurs, ears ringing. You slump down to the ground, trying to take in deep breaths as another burning pain settles into your ribs with each breath.

“Ant-man? Wasp? Anyo….” Your finger moves to your comm and the last thing you hear is someone shouting your name before everything goes black.

Cassie had been tinkering in the lab when she heard your gasping breaths through the speaker system. Panic immediately sets in her chest when she hears your voice. Y/n. Her heart sinks as she rushes to answer you and when she hears nothing back, she’s swearing up a storm as she runs through the house, looking for her dad.

Her heart is pounding. She’s so mad, she can’t believe you went on a mission by yourself! How’d you even sneak out? But she’s only mad at your stupidity, she could never actually be mad at you. Even when her mom had adopted you after the blip and you accidentally broke the arm of her favorite doll, all she could think about was how you’d cried and cried, afraid you’d upset her. That was the first time she could remember the burning sensation of protectiveness swell through her whole body. She was your older sister and she’d made a promise to herself from that day that she’d always be there to protect you, even at the expense of herself.

When you come to, you’re being held in someone’s arms. You look past their shoulder and see Scott and Hope fighting off the mutants. You groan, your head still spinning and pounding. “Y/n?” You hear someone speak but you can’t find the energy to lift your head. You can see the deep purple of her suit. “Cass?” You murmer as she rushes you away from the scene, behind a quiet alleyway far enough away from the danger.

She sets you down on the ground, holding your shoulders upright so you can finally see her face. Her eyes are panicked and wide, worry swimming in her expression as she takes in your injuries. “You’re an idiot.” She scolds and you look away from your sister’s gaze.

“I-I’m sorry, I jus’ wanted to…” You start but can’t find the words. “To what? Get yourself killed trying to prove something?!” She almost shouts but her expression softens when her loud voice makes you wince as it amplifies your headache. She sighs, moving to sit down next to you.

“We all have to start somewhere y/n, it takes time to become a hero. And I can promise you doing shit like this? Is not the way to get there.” She says gently, putting a gloved hand to your knee. You turn to look at her. “I know, at least now I do. I’m sorry sis.” You apologize, offering her a pained smile.

“I’m sorry too, for yelling…just try not to be so stupid next time? We both know you’re smarter than this.” She smiles too before standing up and offering you her hand. You nod at her words and she helps you stand up, wrapping an arm around your waist and supporting you all the way back to the house. It doesn’t take much longer after that for your healing powers to kick in, they’re not super prominent or fast, but they get the job done.

Later that night, you, Cassie, Scott and Hope are all on the couch, watching a movie. You yawn, leaning your head on your sister’s shoulder as you grab another handful of popcorn. You glance up at her. “Thank you, Cassie, for today.” You whisper and she looks down at you, a soft smile on her face. “I’ll always be here for you, y/n, idiot or not, you’re my little sister, I’ve got your back.” She whispers back and you smile before turning back to the movie.

Yeah, you were an idiot today, but at least you have your big sister to get you back on track.

[lxkeee]

A rrequest if that okay. I want Lucifer x Angel daughter figure!Reader. Like before he fell, he had a share close bond with a child angel who look up to him like a father figure (she does look up to the other angels like they're uncles and aunt for her too but Lucifer is closer). Like sharing his ideas with ideas, teaching her to fly when she was a still a newborn, helping her with her powers (I vote for ICE POWERS ❄️), doing hobbies together like art. Kinda like Morgan x Tony Stark or like Scott Lang x Cassie

Her personality : Shy, kind, dreamer too but reserve, well-behaved, sensitive, and never like cussing

And aafter he fell in hell with Lilith, she was alone in heaven, growing up to be a well mature messenger of heaven .

While in hell, Lucifer tell the tale of a small angel who could have been her sister

What do you think, is it a good story

IT'S BEEN SO LONG

—PART ONE

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Adopted! Fem angel! Reader [platonic!]

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

genre: fluff and cute

notes: will be making a male version of this. Someone remind me.

PART TWO | NAVIGATION

“Luci, throw me up again please!” a childlike voice giggles and Lucifer smiles, his angel wings fluttering behind his back. In his hand is a small angel, no older than six, a bright smile on her face, a small halo above her head. Chubby baby cheeks he just wants to squish forever.

The older angel chuckles softly, “Alright, alright... 1, 2, 3, and up we go!” he cheers, throwing the small child up in the air making her giggle loudly, her small wings fluttering behind her back in excitement and Lucifer effortlessly catching her. Soft and gentle chuckles escaping his lips as he places a gentle kiss on the child's forehead making the small girl laugh, a childlike giggle escaping her lips.

She was one of the recently created angels and the older angels are tasked with watching over one child. Lucifer, one of the older angels was tasked to watch over a little one and he was paired up with this sweet child. He needs to guide her and make sure she won't have any trouble living in heaven.

“Luci,Luci!” the small girl calls out to him excitedly in his arms, Lucifer raises an eyebrow and looks down at the smaller angel that's on his arms.

“What is it little [y/n]?” he asks softly, booping her nose with his pinky finger. A small giggle leaving the girl's lips.

“Look! Look! I can do this!” [y/n] says with a small giggle, showing her tiny chubby hands to him and slowly it glowed a pale blue and accidentally shot him a blast of snow... To his face.

Laughter was heard coming out of the smaller girl's lips as Lucifer stood there in shock. Still caught off guard by the snow attack on his beautiful face.

Regardless, he wasn't mad. It wasn't strong yet to hurt him but boy, it was so cold. He was amazed that the child's powers have already developed at this age, he can tell she'll be strong in the future.

Using his hands, he wiped off the snow from his face before chuckling as he looked down at the laughing girl that was in his arms.

“Meany little lady, shooting me with snow.” he says with a small pout making the smaller girl giggle, “'m sorry, I was supposed to make a snowflake...” she murmurs softly and apologetically.

Lucifer smiles softly and ruffles her hair, “It's fine little [y/n]. You didn't mean to.” he says with a smile, making the girl's frown disappear as she returns back to smiling brightly at him. Lucifer eventually helped her in slightly controlling her powers and the girl managed to finally create snowflakes.

Lucifer started calling her 'Little snowflake.'

And [y/n] eventually started calling him dad.

All throughout her life, she spent it underneath her father's wings. She shared the same beliefs as him, as his influence.

She was just 11 years old when her dad fell from grace.

The small child sobbing and cried in Michael's arms, as she watched Lucifer falling down and away from heaven. Lucifer crying silently as he watched his daughter's crying face, her tiny arms reaching out to him but Michael held her back. They don't know when they'll see each other again.

She was later on educated why he was cast out of the heavenly city, she didn't fight or argue with the higher angels, choosing to be obedient while deep down, believing that her father was a good man and still is.

She was taken underneath Gabriel's wing, the older woman guiding her how to use her powers.

But she misses Lucifer, her dad. She misses his warmth and comfort.

She grew up to be one of the most powerful archangels. Both she and Gabriel are God's messengers.

Timeskip. The reader would be somewhere around 27,000 ish years old but looks like in her early twenties.

[Y/n] chokes on her tea as Gabriel announces the news to her, the tea splashing out of the cup. Thankfully not spilling on the important documents that are on the desk in front of her, they were in the messenger office doing paperwork.

“Excuse me? Adam is dead?” [y/n] asked in disbelief and the older woman nodded, “Apparently.” Gabriel says with a shrug.

It has been millennia since then, where she has last seen her father. She grew up without him but his guidance continues to guide her all throughout her life.

She grew up to be a strong and mature woman, has risen up the ranks, a rank below the Seven Virtues.

[Y/n] places down the cup of tea on the table before looking at her mentor, Gabriel.

“And you're telling me because?” [y/n] asked with a blank expression, already fully prepared for a new job to be placed on her shoulders. Gabriel deadpans at her, “Unfortunately the exorcists failed to bring his body back here and we don't have any detailed report on what happened and I want you to go down there to do those things.” Gabriel explained, a hand on her hip.

[Y/n] deadpans back at her, “Do I look like Hu Tao to you or something?” she asked and Gabriel raised an eyebrow at her, confused who this Hu Tao is.

“Who?” Gabriel asked with a confused tone, “Tao.” [y/n] answers seriously.

(10/10 comedy right there)

Gabriel still couldn't understand her, please someone end her misery.

“Anyways, I want you to go down there okay?” Gabriel says sternly, [y/n] sighs very loudly.

“I am not a funeral director nor a press. I am a messenger of God!” [y/n] says a deadpan, her lips pressed in a thin line. Gabriel sighs. How did Lucifer manage this kid?

“Besides, why do we need to bring his body back here? Can't we just leave it there to rot or something? Dude is finally where he belongs.” [y/n] asked flatly with a raised eyebrow, Gabriel sighs once more. She was not amused.

Eventually, [y/n] didn't get to escape the new responsibility as she was pushed into a portal by none other than Gabriel, a portal to hell.

In hell, specifically the pride ring. An angelic portal can be seen opening at the red skies of the city. The portal closing briefly after a figure emerged from it. The phenomenon catching and sparking the interest of the hell dwellers.

[Y/n] sighs softly as she falls, falling backwards making the tip of her wings pushed in front by the pressure of the wind. Closing her eyes for a few moments, she could recall the day Lucifer, her dad fell from grace.

Is this what he felt during that day? She asked herself before opening her eyes, turning her body so she could face the approaching fiery red grounds of hell, extending her wings to its full size, fluttering as she finally stabilized herself and kept herself afloat.

Once she was close to the ground, she straightened her wings so she could dive faster.

Landing on the ground roughly but gracefully, a crater formed underneath her shoes where she landed. Extending her arm in front of her, a golden hologram forming above her palm.Time to look for that damn body.

In the distance, up in a small hill was a hotel called Hazbin Hotel.

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Precious ones

a/n: I just notice that I don't know you, I'll be happy to talk with you but right now I give you that...

*not my GIFs*

Yelena Belova x Stark!Reader; Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader; Scott Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Hope van Dyne x Female!Reader(platonic); Cassie Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Avengers x Female!Reader

Summary: you may have been married to the blonde widow since nearly two years now but nobody knew. When your father learnt that he didn't totally act like you except.

Type: generally Fluff but a big Angst part

Warning: mention of blood, car accident and mention of death

word count : 4771 (it's long sorry)

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 "I'm glad it's finished; I need to take a shower and sleep," Yelena said. She was back from a mission with the Avengers. She joined them four months ago, and to be honest, you were the one who convinced her. You were relieved to know she was not alone, and you were sure your father would protect her even if he didn't know who she was for you.

"Oh, come on, Yelena, it was fun." Natasha said, and her sister glared at her.

"You were not the one who almost got hit by the green giant." She replied, and Bruce looked at the ground.

"Mr. Stark, Y/n just arrived at the compound." Friday said, and everybody looked at Tony.

"Thank you, Friday. Let her know we will lend in 10 minutes." He replied, and when he met the curious faces of the others, he explained, "Guys, be ready to meet someone really important to me." 

Now all the Avengers were more curious. Okay, maybe not all, Yelena was not curious; she was happy. It's been two weeks since the last time she saw you. You both have been married for one year and a half now, but nobody knew except three people. Antonia and Selina, two widows who were with you at this moment, and your mom Pepper. You hadn't told your father yet because you hadn't really found the time, and Pepper promised she would let you announce it to him.

Ten minutes later, like promised, they were walking to the living room in the compound. They were greeted by Friday and then by Pepper and Morgan. And when your little sister finally finished hugging everyone, you came back from the kitchen.

"Guys, let me introduce you to one of my favorite people in the world, my older daughter, Y/n Stark." Your father said, and you rolled your eyes at his attitude while everyone was shocked by his revelation.

"Nice to meet you." Steve was the first to come back to his senses. "I'm–" 

"Steve Roger, aka Captain America." You cut him off. "To be honest, I know all of you." you said, and you paused your eyes on the two new recruits behind them. "And you two should be the news recruits Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova, right?" You said, and the brunette nodded frantically while the blonde just smiled.

"Why didn't we see you earlier?" Natasha asked, and despite the fact that her sister groaned loudly, you chuckled.

"I was working in San Francisco, with Hope. I think you know her as ‘The Wasp’." you said

"Wait, Scott's girlfriend?" Sam asked, and you nodded. 

"And she didn't like to spend her time with her dad anymore." your dad added, and you playfully groaned.

"Oh, come on don't say that, it's just that I don't like the parties, but it's okay now." you said

"You want to come to my new party?" he asked.

"Definitely not. But, I move on in New York." You announced, and he raised his eyebrows, he knew how much you liked to work with the daughter of Hank, she was like your big sister. "I decided to spend more time with my little sister, so I joined Stark Industri." You explained, and he couldn't help but hug you tightly.

"Does that mean I will see you more often?" He asked, and you nodded.

After that, you properly introduced yourself and spent the afternoon with them before you went back to your house. Yelena had to finish her paperwork before she could leave, so when she was working, the rest of the Avengers were in front of the TV, watching a movie, when Kate broke the silence.

"Did you see how Yelena reacted when she saw Y/n?" she asked, and everyone thought for a moment before agreeing. "I think she likes her, but I can be totally wrong." she said.

"Yeah, but Y/n has a ring on her finger." Natasha said.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Tony said, and everybody looked at him confused. "She just really likes jewels, that's why she always wears rings." he explained.

"Yelena is the same. She always wears rings." Natasha said. 

"I think we should let them know each other more." Kate proposed, and everyone nodded.

Two months after you almost spent all your free time in the compound, you were searching for the right moment to talk to your father about you and the Russian, but that was never really the right occasion. If he wasn't too busy with his work, you were working; if you were both free, your wife was busy, and you promised her to wait for her to tell him. But even with that, all the heroes seem to have noticed that you quickly became close to the blonde; they thought it was a good friendship. You both decided to keep your relationship secret until you talked with your father and her sister. Yeah, even the great spy Natasha Romanoff was unaware that her own sister was married.

You were in the kitchen with Natasha and Kate when Yelena came, "Hi Yelena." You greeted her without even looking at her. For everyone, it would be a little weird, but we talk about Yelena Belova, a super train widow, she was very discreet, so it was funny to see the face of the archer when she saw you recognize the footsteps of her friend when she couldn't yet.

"Hi Y/n, were you not supposed to work now?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I had something to finish before." you said, and you finished what you were doing. "Oh, I brought a new toy for Fanny. I left it in my dad's lab." you said before leaving the room.

"See you later!" the blonde shoots at you.

"See you later!" you yelled back.

When you were out of the room, Natasha cleared her throat, and her sister looked at her. "Oh, good morning, Nat, and good morning, Kate. I didn't see you." she said, and now her sister was surprised; it was not the type of Yelena to not greet her first in the morning. Of course she was happy to see her sister was making a new friend, but usually no one came before her. She wanted to say something, but Yelena started to leave the room. "I will train, but before I will pass by the lab." she announced and left.

"Wow, did you see that?" Kate was the first to talk after a moment. "Y/n could tell it was Yelena without even looking; do you think she had a superpower or something like that?" she asked, and the older Russian shook her head.

"No, I don't think so, but it's true; it's weird; even Bucky and Steve can't tell when Yelena walks to them, but the strange thing was that she greeted her, but she totally didn't acknowledge us." she said, and Kate chuckled. "What's so funny?" the older redhead asked.

"You're jealous that your sister didn't say 'hi' to you first." She said and quickly left before Natasha could do anything to her.

In the lab, Tony was working when Yelena came. "Hey little spider, how can I help you?" he asked, and your wife rolled her eyes.

"Y/n, said she brought a new toy for Fanny, and she left it here." She said, and Tony pointed to a bag in a corner of the lab. When Yelena opened it, she found not only the toy but also a new vest you brought her with a card. She smiled at herself and texted you to thank you.

Two days later, she was out on a mission with Tony, Steve, and Natasha, and the redhead noticed the change.

"Oh, it's new," she said, and Yelena followed her gaze and looked at her new vest.

"Oh, yes. Y/n brought it to me when she brought the new toy for Fanny," the blonde explained, and your father frowned his eyebrows.

"I know you are close, but I didn’t think it was her thing to bring a gift for her new friend. I think she really likes you." He said, and Yelena smirked. Of course you like her; more than that, you love her, and you promised to spend the rest of your life with her.

When she returned from her mission, she immediately left the compound and made her way to your shared house. There she found you asleep on the couch with the TV on; she knew you waited for her. She turned off the TV and delicately picked you up to your bedroom; after she placed you under the blanket, she took a shower and slid next to you.   

The next month, everyone was almost pissed by the fact that you were both oblivious by the way you looked at each other with heart eyes. But today was the day, Pepper was here with Morgan, your dad should come back from a mission with your wife, and you decided to finally tell him.

On their mission, Tony and Yelena found Antonia and Selina, and the blonde invited them into the compound and afterwards to your house for dinner. During the flyback, they didn't hesitate to tease them about you, and that made Tony laugh even if he didn't know who they were talking about.

"Tony, you should have seen her before," Selina started. "She was a badass widow, and now she's so soft. We call her the ‘soft widow’." she said, and Yelena groaned.

"Oh, why do you have this long face, soft widow? Do you miss your wife?" Antonia asked.

"Wait, wife?" Tony asked, visibly shocked.

"Yeah, the soft widow has had a beautiful wife for nearly two years now." Selina announced, and his jaw dropped. But before he could say anything, the jet lent, and the three women ran out. To be true, Antonia and Selina ran for their lives while Yelena chased them.

You were in the kitchen, and everyone was in the living room, when you heard two familiar voices screaming playfully. When they entered the living room, they quickly hid behind the older widow. "Natasha, help us. Softy Widow wants to kill us." Antonia said, and you sighed.

"Who's Softy Widow?" Natasha was clearly confused, but Yelena quickly appeared in front of her, and the two women screamed like little girls, and that made your little sister laugh. Fortunately for them, you walked from the kitchen at the same moment Tony entered the living room.

"Please Y/n calm your crazy wife." Selina said while she was running to you with Antonia. You let them hide behind you, and everyone vanished when you saw Yelena stop in front of you with her disappointed face.

"детка(babe) I love you, but let me kill them just today." She said, and you chuckled.

"Oh, baby girl, you know you can't kill them," you replied. "And they're our witnesses, you'll not kill our witnesses, right?" You added kissing her nose, and she stopped.

You were in your bubble when Natasha and Tony cleared their throats, but before they could say anything, Kate seemed to want to exteriorize her emotion. "What's the hell?!!" she yelled, and you both looked at her. 

You smiled awkwardly and looked at everyone. "Surprise? I think." You said. Natasha was furious, Pepper was scared for you, Morgan was surprisingly happy, and your dad was...not there anymore. Tony left without even getting noticed. When you didn't hear him say anything you knew where he was.

"Yelena, what's the hell?" the redhead asked and her sister was now a little scared too.

The blonde looked at you and squeezed your hand "Go find him I'll handle this," she said and you raised your eyebrows at her "don't worry she'll not kill me, but I'm not sure about you." She added and you kissed her before quickly leaving. Now the young widow was facing the rest of the room.

You were in front of the lab, and the doors were closed, pretty uncommon. "Mr. Stark doesn't want to be disturbed." Friday informed you.

"Oh, come on Friday. I really need to talk to him," you pleaded.

"Sorry, MissStark, but even you can't come." The AI said.

"Friday, we both know I know how to open this door with or without your consent. And we both know I can easily hack you to turn you off. So, please." You said, and the AI didn't say anything for a moment. You were sure if she could, she would sighed, but she finally opened the doors, and you rushed in.

Tony was moving some boxes on the big table, he noticed some footsteps but didn't turn around. "Friday, I thought I was clear when I said I didn't want anyone here." He said.

"Um. I think we need to talk." You said, and he finally turned around to look at you.

"Oh, you want to talk now?" he asked sarcastically.

"Listen, I know we should have told you earlier, but we didn't find the right time."

"Since when?"

"What?"

"Since when you two are-? You know."

"Two years soon."

"TWO YEARS?" He yelled, and you flinched. "You didn't find the right time during those two years?". He asked.

"I know it's long, but we both know we couldn't see each other for the last two years." You said, and you started to walk back and forth in the lab. "I know you are angry, but—."

"No!" He cut you off. "I'm not just angry, Y/n. I'm also sad and shocked. It's been nearly two years since my daughter got married, and I didn't know. And what pisses me off the most is that you were not even the one who told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

"We were used to telling each other everything. How did something like that happen?"

"I know. I think I was scared."

He sighed, and you stopped to look at him. "Did Natasha know?"

"No, we wanted to talk with the both of you. But Pepper knew."

"Pepper?" He repeated, and he scuffed.

"She's my mom."

"Yes, but I'm your dad too, did you forget that? What happened to the little girl that I raised and always made sure she could tell me everything?" He asked and walked out of the room.

"She just grew up." You replied when he passed beside you, and he left without arguing more. You stayed in the lab for an hour; crying alone, when you heard someone come.

"Hey, Yelena said we could find you here." Antonia said. You wiped away your tears before facing her. The two widows looked at you and your pitiful state. Selina didn't say anything and just hugged you. "We're sorry." Antonia said, and you looked at her.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. I think you helped me in a way." You replied and tried to smile. "You both came tonight?" you asked them, and they nodded.

When you left the lab with your two friends, you saw Natasha. She was on the couch, and when you approached her to say your goodbyes, she didn't even acknowledge you. This night, the girls spent the night trying to cheer you up.

The next day, you went to the tower to pick up some files for work. Kate didn't leave your side; she asked you a lot of questions about you and Yelena. It was cute, and you were happy to finally talk about the woman who owned your heart, but right now you needed to talk to someone. So after the questions about your first meeting, and who asked who, you successfully found a way to escape in your dad's lab.

In there, you were surprised to find Natasha and Pepper talking about something that visibly concerned you because they stopped immediately when they saw you.

"Hey sweetheart. I thought you were already at work." Your mom said.

"Hi mom. Hi Natasha. I will go. I just wanted to talk with dad before." You said.

"He was tired from last night, so he should be sleeping right now." Pepper said, and you nodded.

"Okay, bye. I'll see you next week." You added before leaving.

"She looks desperate," Natasha said when you were out of earshot.

"She always was a daddy girl, she spent all her time with Tony. But he doesn't seem to approve of her relationship with your sister, so I think it's the best condition she could be in, actually." The blonde explained.

"But why didn't she tell him anything?"

"She wanted to, trust me. She just waited for the right time. They had planned to announce to you when they'd find a way to reunite you and Tony with them in privacy. But every time you were the three of you together, it was the time she was in San Francisco, and when she moved here, you were a little hostile towards her because your sister was mesmerized by her wife."

"Do you think I scared her?"

"Oh, don't worry, Natasha; she needs more than a shovel talk from an ex-assassin to be scared. But I think she's worried about not being enough for your sister."

You didn't find your dad, and you needed to leave for San Francisco this afternoon for a week; Yelena was out with Antonia and Selina. When you were ready to leave, you texted your wife and your father, even if you knew he wouldn't reply soon.

Two days later, you were with Hope and Cassie on the couch, talking about all that had happened since you left. "Wait, how did you want him to act when he just learned that her daughter got married to an ex-assassin?" Hope asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, come on, we all know she's not like that anymore." You said.

"Yeah, Softy Widow is totally different with you." Cassie said, and you looked at her confused.

"How do you know this nickname?" You asked.

"She came for a visit last month with Selina and Antonia, and they didn't stop to call her that." The young girl replied.

"You know she would kill you if you call her that in front of her." You replied playfully.

"Oh, come on, she loves me, I'm her best niece." She said with an amusing tone.

"You're technically her only niece," you said, and she rolled her eyes. "So, let's talk about something else. Like how my little Cassie is becoming a delinquent."

"Oh, come on. It was not bad." The young girl said and you chuckled.

"You miniaturized a police car. It's a little bad, but I'm not Scott, so, I'll let it slide." Hope said.

"You're a pretty bad mom, Hope." You said dramatically, and the girls laughed.

You spent the rest of the day talking and laughing with them, and Scott came a few hours later. You were grateful to see him, even if he was not the smartest of all of you, he was the one who always helped you with your family issues.

"Oh, it's a huge problem." Scott said, and you sighed. "I mean, I don't want to take his side, but honestly, if it were Cassie, I would act the same. Listen, you know how much he likes you, it's just a question of time. Let him process the changes and show him how Yelena could be a Softy Widow." he said, and you laughed.

"You really have a death wish in this family." You replied, and he smiled.

"I'm glad to see you smile. And don't worry, she already almost killed me the last time I called her like that, but she's not here." He said, and you laughed. "I have some ideas if you want me to help you," he added.

You were grateful for the time you spent with them; it was fun to see Scott come up with a few things you could do to make up with Tony. When you left at the end of the week, you were sad, but you promised to come with your wife the next time. When your flight landed in New York, you had already missed your time in San Francisco, but you were glad to see your favorite blonde again.

You texted your dad to let him know you were back, and you weren't surprised when he didn't reply. A little upset, you reached your car and started to drive to your home. The ride was pretty cool, and Friday told you that Yelena was required on an emergency mission. Okay, it was not really how you wanted to be greeted, but you knew how it was to be an avenger.

At a red light, you noticed a car that suspiciously followed you. It was not uncommon for some people to follow you when they knew that you were the daughter of Tony Stark. They usually just wanted a photo or to talk about business. At another red light, you took your phone and texted Pepper to let her know that you should be back a little later than expected. When the light turned green, you drove, but you didn’t see the same car speed up in your direction until it was too late.

On the other side of the state, the Avengers were coming back visibly exhausted by their mission when Friday alerted them:

"Mr. Stark, Mrs. Belova, you have an incoming call from Mrs. Pott." 

The Avengers exchanged curious looks.

"Take it." Tony said, and the AI did. "Hey Pepper, how are you?" He asked.

"Good, but I need you and Yelena to come here asap." She replied, and everybody was worried because of the little fear in her tone.

"What's happening?" Your father asked.

"It's Y/n. She got involved in a car crash." She successfully mumbled while she was sobbing.

"Where is she?" Yelena asked, clearly worried.

"In the hospital, I'll send you the address." Your mom said. After she sent them the address, the heroes didn't wait to come. 

Pepper was waiting for any information, while everyone burst into the hospital. She fell apart in the arms of your father before she tried to comfort your wife. They didn’t have time to sit until a doctor reached them.

“Mr. Stark, Mrs. Pott, I’m happy to see you. Did any of you know who Mrs. Belova is?” they asked.

“It’s me.” Yelena said, and it brought the attention of everybody.

The doctor nodded and gave her a little comforting smile. They took some steps away from the group before they told them about what happened to you and what they were doing in the operating room. After that, they joined the group, who were as worried as them.

“How is she?” Steve asked first.

“They almost finished the operation, so we need to wait.” Pepper informed them.

“But what happened?” Kate asked this time.

“Someone provoked an intentional accident, and she was obviously the target.” Yelena replied, and the group didn’t ask anything else. “She shouldn’t be here.” the blonde mumbled.

“Hey, it’s okay Yelena nobody couldn’t predict that.” Natasha said.

“No, that’s not what I mean. She shouldn’t have taken this trip to San Francisco if YOU’d decided to act like an adult and talk with her.” she said, pointing to Tony.

“What do you mean?” your father asked, visibly angry at your wife’s accusations.

“You know exactly what I mean. If you had taken the time to talk with her, she wouldn't have booked a flight for Hope’s support. If you’d act like a parent and didn’t use this mission to avoid the conversation, she would never take her car and never get here right now.” She explained. “I joined you because she wanted to make sure I could have somebody if something happened to me, but now, because of that, I couldn’t protect her.” Her tears started to fall on her cheeks.

Kate didn’t wait to lead Yelena to the nearest bathroom, leaving the team totally surprised and speechless. Natasha followed the two girls, but not before sending a terrifying glare at Tony. In the bathroom, Yelena was crying while the archer tried to comfort her, even though she knew it was impossible. A few minutes later, Natasha came with a water bottle.

“Hey, take this.” she said while handing the bottle to her little sister. The blonde took it but didn’t say anything. A few seconds passed before the older sister spoke again, “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be alright.” 

“I know.” Yelena replied, “But I should be here; I promise to never let anything happen to her. If I didn’t go on this mission, we would be at home right now.”

“If you weren’t there, I could be the one here.” Kate said, and the blonde chuckled.

“You really need to learn how to fight Kate Bishop,” your wife said. She wanted to say something else when she received a text from Hope asking how you were. "Sorry, I need to call Hope.” she said before excusing herself.

A little over an hour later, the doctor came to tell them that the operation was successful, and they transferred you to a private bedroom. And that was where your father and your wife were—only the two of them because the other had plans for the rest of the day.

There was an awkward silence because of the earlier argument. Tony came back after a little trip to the vending machine, and he sat on the second chair near your bed. He took a deep breath, and the woman looked at him. “I’m sorry,” your father said.

“Excuse me?” The Russian asked; she was ready for another argument or sneaky comment, not an apology.

“I’m sorry for how I acted since last week. Hope told me everything you did for her and I thank you for that. I'm truly happy for you, it’s just that we used to tell everything and suddenly I learn that she’s married.” The billionaire said.

“Yeah it’s too much.” The blonde chuckled.

“Yeah that’s it…” 

“She wanted to wait for you but somewhere we knew that it may never happen so we did at the moment. But believe me, when I said I never regret this decision. She’s the love of my life, she’s the one who taught me to love properly since the Red Room and just for that I would give her my life even if she’s not ready to do that in return.” Yelena explained.

“We all know that I can give you anything for you, even my life.” You said, and the two of them looked at you. “Hey guys. How are you?” you said with a weak voice.

Tony called a doctor, and only a dew later a nurse and doctor were in your room doing some tests and asked you some questions to be sure everything was alright. They told you what happened and that they will keep you for three more days.  In the evening you were in your bed with Yelena cuddling with you because it’s been a while since you were able to see each other.

“So, with my dad? I hope you didn’t strangle him.” You joked.

“I was about to but I know how much you love him so I had to restrain myself.” she replied and you laughed. “I missed it.” she said softly.

“What?” you asked.

“Your laugh. Your smile. You. I miss you.” she replied, and you grinned.

“It’s only been a week, babe,” you said.

“I know, but it was a really long week. I had to support my sister and all her friends, and the pranks of Selina and Antonia.” she said, and you laughed.

“And what does my little drama queen need me to do to make up for this.” you cooed.

“Don’t do that again.” She replied, and you kissed her forehead.

“Okay, next time, I'll bring you with me." You said but she didn’t seem relieved.

“No, I meant don’t scare me like this, I thought I lost you. We both know I would not be able to live in a world without you.” She said, and with her tone, you were sure she was totally serious.

“Don’t worry, my love, I will always be with you no matter what.” You reassured her. “Now let’s sleep because tomorrow everyone will be here and they’ll not give us enough time to sleep.” you said, and she nodded.

“Good night, moya lyubov' (my love),” she said, and she kissed you.

“Good night, my love.” you replied.

[ssadumba55]

5-4-3-2-1 (Cassie Lang x Sibling!Reader)

Request: Would I be able to request a Cassie lang (older version in the newer films in MCU, if ok?) where R is her adopted sibling who gets over whelmed easily and has social anxiety - and Cassie is protective and supportive of them, especially when Cassie starts to become a hero and R worries about her?

“Breathe in… and out… in… and out…”

Cassie sat against the wall with you, hand resting gently on your back right between the shoulder blades. Every once in a while, she’d rub comforting circles into the spot. She was used to dealing with situations like these. Anxiety attacks were a frequent occurence in the Lang-Van Dyne household. Your anxiety disorder really kicks your ass sometimes and having an entire family who is super in some way, constantly running around in situations that could get them hurt…

Today was the latest in a recent spout of them. Ever since Cassie herself had started becoming more independent and interested in heroics, your anxiety sky rocketed. There were so many ways that being a superhero could go wrong; just look at people like Iron Man or Black Widow. The greatest of the greats who’d lost their lives fighting a cause bigger than themselves. The stress of potentially seeing your sister one day on the screen in one of those memorials was eating at you day by day.

“Hey, if the breathing isn’t working, we can try the senses?” Cassie’s voice shocked you back into reality, back into what was happening in the moment. She was trying to ground you as best she could.

You wanted to tell her that the senses wouldn’t be necessary, but you couldn’t bring yourself to force the words out from the place they were lodged in your throat.

“Five things you see.”

“You, the ground, the sky, my feet…. dad.”

“Four things you can touch.”

“You, the ground, the wall and my sweater.”

“Three things you can hear.”

“Screaming, your voice and police sirens.”

“Two things you can smell.”

“The air… That perfume you insisted on wearing this morning…”

“Hey! I’m trying to help you here! One thing you can taste.”

“Blood…. I think I bit my tongue.”

Now that the grounding exercise was over, everything felt a lot more clear. Like the world was a television with the colours and sound muted that had once again been turned up. Only this time, it was less overwhelming, especially with Cassie’s hand on your back.

“That was really stupid, you can’t just ignore me when I’m giving you instructions. You could’ve been seriously hurt. You’re not like dad, mom or I, you have to leave when things get too much.” Cassie’s bossy sister voice had returned, now that she was sure you were okay. Gently, she prodded at your mouth, asking without words for you to open your mouth so she could take a look at what had happened with your tongue.

You didn’t respond, letting her inspect your mouth for a moment before she sighed and gave the all clear.

“Are you even listening to me? When I say get to safety, get to safety…” She stood, pulling you up with her. She was right.

You hadn’t been born into this family, you’d stumbled your way into it by accident and as a result you weren’t as super as the rest of them. That didn’t really matter, not in the ways that counted anyway. At the end of the day, dad would still praise you for a job well done on your homework, mom would ask you what you did over a nice homecooked meal, Cassie would fight with you over things that all siblings fought over, your grandparents would spoil you…

But deep down it felt like you couldn’t fully connect with them all unless you were super too. It frustrated you, they could go on adventures together, change the world. You’d always be stuck going to school, living the life of a mundane regular person. Anyone who wanted to be your friend, not that there were many, would only do so because of your connection to the Avengers. It was a personal hell for your social anxiety.

“Are you even listening to me?” Cassie repeated, getting annoyed at the lack of response. She had a job to do.

“Yes! I- Yes! I’m sorry! I’m just…” You fought the urge to tear up. Cassie probably wouldn’t think much of it, you get overwhelmed a lot. In that regard, you were a polar opposite to the rest of your family. They could handle things under pressure. You could not.

Cassie looked over her shoulder at the battle still taking place and sighed, reaching up to cup your face in her hands.

“Hey, I know you’re disappointed and worried. I know what we all do is dangerous and you worry, especially about me… But I’m okay. I promise. I’ll always come back to you in the end and you know that.”

Your fears were being realized, Cassie knew deep down what you were thinking. About the parents you’d lost in the war against Thanos, innocent bystanders who had been killed as the result of carnage they weren’t apart of. The memory of their death, of finding out you were an orphan was still seared into the back of your mind. It reminded you every day that all of this was fleeting. An intergalactic war had taken your family once, and it still could again. No one was infallible. Iron Man…

“You can’t promise me that.” You whispered softly and her expression changed to a softer one as well.

Her hands moved from your cheeks down to your shoulders and she squeezed. “You’re right.. I can’t promise that. But I can promise to keep you safe, at least. As long as I’m around nothing or no one will hurt you. I can’t protect you though, if you don’t get somewhere safe when the fighting starts. I know you’re worried we’re going to get hurt but I promise you, we can handle this. I can handle this.”

You met her eyes, the determination there was fiery. She had always been very eager to follow her dads footsteps into battle. To be a hero just like him and it was charming to see that she was starting to become that hero, that she could learn to fight with the help of the man who had inspired her in the first place. You knew deep down that nothing would happen to her as long as dad and mom were around anyway.

“Alright… I get it…” You smiled weakly.

Your worries weren’t completely dissuaded, but she was right. She was no use to anyone if she was sitting on the ground comforting you while the battle raged on.

“Go home. We’ll be there soon.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. You’re not going to be left alone this time.”

You reached up to squeeze her hand one last time, then the two of you split. You in the direction of safety, her towards the next battle. A distant memory of Cassie telling you that anxiety and mental illness were brave battles to fight and that you were just as much of a soldier as her passed through your mind as you ran, feet slamming down on the pavement hard.

It was nice to have a sister who understood you so well, even if she could be a little bit of a pain in the ass sometimes. She was your sister, and she always would be.

[mochminnie]

Okie Dokie (Norm MacLean)

Pairing: Norm MacLean x Cassandra "Cassie" Lang (Original Character/Reader)

Trope: Rivals to Lovers

Ideas for writing for Norm

Character: Cassandra ‘Cassie’

Affirmation: Vault 33 

Occupation/Hobbies: Nurse and teaches Sex Ed Class

Volunteer: Kitchen Duty, Cleaning Duty, Food Delivery,

Computers and Information Maintenance

Book Club w/ Lucy and Sometimes hosts

Sewing/Crocheting/Embroidery Club, Young Pipefitter's Association with Lucy and Steph, Gymnastics club, Dance Club, Intermediate Phys. Ed., and Riflery, Enjoys watching and reading with Lucy, Secretly plays Pip boy games

Friends: Lucy, Steph, Chet, Norm (Rivals, Love Interest? Frenemies)

Personality: Good Hearted Caring and Kind, Creative, Sassy, Fun and as cheerful as Steph and Lucy, Stubborn, Competitive, Teasing, Willing to fight what is right and is a head strong fighter, Had a feeling Vault 32 is suspicious and somethings not right and not adding up, Investigator, Speaks her mind, Wanted to go into the surface with Lucy and curious what’s it like up there. But isn’t as naive as Lucy. Doesn’t believe in the death penalty and that the Raiders should go back to the surface and they could possibly plot killing them again. She's patient but shows the most anger and frustration towards Norman.

Physical Appearance: Simple Makeup Simple curled Lashes, Blush, Lip Gloss, Brown Eyes, Long Black Hair, Curtain Bangs and strands Voluminous Curls and likes to change the hair style, Curvous/chubby figure, Height short around the same height as Norm. Wearing the Blue and Yellow Vault Jumpsuit. 

Norm and Cassie being the smartest in class. Which causes them to have a rivalry and Norm getting angry and frustrated since Cassie is good at almost everything. But it is mostly one sided in Norm’s side which comes to Cassie thinking. Norm doesn’t like her due to his coldness and endless amounts of teasing and anger towards Cassie. They bicker. 

Norm lacks enthusiasm and what do the vault 33 council members Reg McPhee, Woody Thomas, Betty Pearson, and Hank MacLean do? They always pair them together as punishment as a way for Norm and Cassie to get along. 

Hank and Lucy tease Norm how he could have a possible crush on Cassie. Chet always being clueless and Stephanie knew there was some sort of sexual tension between them.

Idea 1: Steph and Cassie gushing over Montey and making comments Cassie, "Wow he is a looker isn't he wow. He's so Handsome!" Steph, "Lucky." And Norm made a face like Bert. Norm was Confused more Jealous. And he proceeds to tease that he isn't much of a good guy and could have red flags. Norm, "Like I said he could have a tumor!"

Idea 2: Cassie Showing off to Steph and Lucy the corset, skirt, dresses she made were vault colors Blue and Yellow. And Norm said wearing it everyday would be against the rules.

He gets turned on by the thought of Cassie wearing the corset and skirt that he gets an erection.

Idea 3: Cassie and Norm being the smart ones, the investigators figuring everything about the history behind the vault. To make sure they both don’t get caught. Cassie kisses Norm as a distraction. 

Idea 4: Cassie was this close to join Lucy up on the surface to help save their dad. But Norm stopped her. “Norm what the hell was that for? I was this close. this close to go with Lucy. What, you don’t want me to help save your dad? Is this your way to come back at me?”

“You care about me?  Bullshit! When did you ever care about me? You care about me more than your sister?” 

Idea 5: They are bickering than they kiss from sexual frustration. And do the deed together.

Author’s Note: this will be posted on Wattpad & A03 @mochminnie

What do you guys think about Cassie and Norm? Do you like the title ahaha I love Lucy’s Catchphrase “Okey Dokey😄”

[acciopietro]

Hii, can I request Pietro x Lang! reader (Scott's older daughter) where while having powers herself , she's only around avengers because of her dad causing her and Pietro to bond about how "hard" it is to be an older sibling, slowly falling in love?

twelve minutes - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! lang! reader

summary: you met pietro through your dad being an avenger, but it’s not until you bond over the care for your siblings that you realize just how much you and pietro have in common.

word count: 1,426

tw: just some light making out, that’s it!

a/n: here u go! it’s a little short, but i don’t have as much time as i did during the summer. also thank you everyone for 400 followers! that’s crazy! i am so appreciative for you all <3

AT THE SOUND OF KNUCKLES rapping against the door, your eyes snapped up to the frown of your father; he was eyeing the phone in your hands with a shrewd, raised eyebrow. Your dad always said you were on your phone way too much, but despite all he said, you seemed to always ignore his warnings either way. Besides, what else was there to do in the Avengers Compound? Hang out with government officials?

“And I will take that,” he said, and at his words, you felt your phone slip out of your grip. Looking up, you saw him tuck it into the back pocket of his jeans. Your father, Scott Lang, aka ‘Ant-Man’, had taken you under his wing and brought you to the Avengers compound when the pair of you find out about your super-powers. It was pretty cool to get to work with people like Tony Stark, but it got rather boring hanging around there. “Thank you!”

“Dad!” you got to your feet, extending an arm to grab your phone, but he lifted it up and out of your grasp. “C’mon—”

“Why don’t you socialize?” he said, turning around and beginning to walk out of the room. You jogged after him, trying to find an opportunity to grab your phone from him whilst he blabbed on about how you should make friends or do something else with your life. “I mean, you’re a girl with superpowers and an awesome dad. I don’t understand what’s so special that’s on this thing.”

“I’m just bored,” you told him as the pair of you entered a larger room, where multiple people were passing by. “S’not like I can hang out with Cassie, and there’s nothing for me to —”

Your words fell short, eyes practically popping out of your skull. Your eyes landed on a person around your age; he had to be at least six feet tall, with icy blonde dyed hair, broad shoulders, and a build you were sure you had only seen models sport. His head turned to the side and you caught sight of piercing blue eyes. Those eyes caught yours, and when he smiled at you, you were too stunned to do it back.

“Hey!” your dad snapped in your face. “I think I’d rather you be on your phone then ogle Maximoff over there.”

“Maximoff?” you repeated. What an odd first name.

“Yeah, Pietro,” he told you. “He and his sister Wanda are livin’ here now... they’ve got some funky powers, y’know, she’s got this—”

“What’s he have?”

Your father gave you a deadpan look before sighing. “Super-speed and like... suuuper high metabolism.”

“High metabolism isn’t a super power, Dad,” you told him dryly, watching this Pietro Maximoff character exit the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a girl who looked similar to him, with reddish-brown hair and various necklaces around her neck. You assumed this was Wanda.

“No, no, it’s not that,” he paused, thinking, before snapping his fingers. “Increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Boom.”

“When’d they get here?”

“A while ago,” you dad shrugged. “You just haven’t been here in a while.”

You sure would have come back to the Avengers Compound rather quickly if you had known someone like Pietro Maximoff was going to be there. Over the course of the next week or two, you crossed paths more than you expected; although your dad didn’t seem too keen on the idea of you and the Sokovian boy becoming friends, you tended to keep your friendship away from prying eyes.

“Y’know I’m older than Wanda,” Pietro had commented one day, grabbing one of the various miscellaneous items off of your dresser and tossing it up into the air. You were back at home, away from the compound, and Pietro had decided to pay you a visit for the day... or two... or the weekend...

“Oh, yeah?” you gave a light scoff. “By how many minutes?”

Pietro pursed his lips. “Twelve minutes.”

You let out a short, bark of laughter. “Yeah, okay, ‘Big Brother.’ Those twelve minutes granted you with some good wisdom, did they?”

“Shut up,” Pietro said bluntly, his Sokovian accent thick. “C’mon. You feel protective over Cassie, don’t you? It’s the same with Wanda.”

“I get that,” you hummed, leaning back on your bed and putting your back up against your wall, watching as Pietro continued to wander aimlessly around your room, picking up random items and running his hands along each and every surface. “Cassie’s my everything. I’m glad she doesn’t have any powers or anything... I would never want her tangled up in... y’know.. Avengers crap.”

“I sometimes wish Wanda didn’t have her powers,” Pietro admitted quietly, his back to you. 

You said nothing as he turned again, swinging his leg up onto your bed and scooting backwards until he was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with you. He smelled of sandalwood and something that reminded you of melted marshmallows.

“She’s powerful. More powerful than anyone I know, but... that makes things dangerous, doesn’t it?” Pietro sighed, fiddling with his fingers where his hands laid in his lap. You fought the urge to intertwine your hand with his. “I dunno, I just... I get worried.”

“She’s your sister, of course you’ll be worried,” you reassured him, nudging his shoulder with your own. “I worry about Cassie all the time, and she doesn’t even have powers. It’s a sibling thing. I’m sure Wanda worries about you and I’m sure — well, I hope — Cassie worries about me. It’s cause’ your family.”

“You’re so easy to talk to,” you heard him breathe, and when you shifted your eyes to actually look at him, he had a sort of dopey look on his face, almost like he was sleeping and having a good dream. 

“Uhm,” you swallowed. “Thanks.”

“No, seriously,” he shifted his body so he was facing you, and he swiftly reached out to grab your hand, encasing it with his own, fingers feeling rough against your smooth ones. You felt your face heat up, but you still said nothing. “Like it’s just easy to talk about this stuff with you. I’m starting to think that’s your superpower.”

You chuckled. “I promise you, it’s not.”

“I think it is,” he said, his voice dropping a little bit, and you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a split second before trailing back up to your eyes. “Is your dad home?”

“Erm—” you blinked. “No.”

“Hm,” he hummed, something in his eyes sparkling. You could feel him inching closer, and there was something especially endearing about the closeness of his face, especially when you could see the pale blue-gray of his iris, or the tiny, barely noticeable freckles on the bridge of his nose that you had never noticed before. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you breathed. You could see the tiny splotches of reddish-pink on the apples of his cheeks, and you found it awfully appealing.

“If I kiss you, you won’t get mad, will you?”

Your heart skipped. “No, I — I won’t be mad.”

“That’s nice,” he mumbled, pressing his lips gently against yours. He pulled back, staring at you, before doing it again. And again. And then he did it and didn’t pull away; your lips tangled with his, moving in sync at a slowness you were surprised to be seeing from Pietro. His hand that had been holding yours had slid up your forearm, dancing up to your shoulder. 

His other hand rested on your upper thigh, fingers dipping into the plush skin just enough for it to give you goosebumps. When his tongue slipped into your mouth, his fingers began sort of kneading at your thigh, and you couldn’t help the small sort of moan that slipped out.

Pietro then pulled back for a moment, glancing at your open door before he asked breathlessly, his lips swollen, “Is anyone home?”

“I think Cassie’s asleep downstairs,” you told him, and he scrunched up his nose. “And dad get’s home in...” you glanced at the clock and giggled. “Twelve minutes.”

Pietro rolled his eyes. You did nothing for a heartbeat before lifting up two fingers and swishing them across the air, causing the open door to gently and silently close. Pietro’s lips twitched up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping his hand over your cheek.

“Micuță obraznică,” he muttered, before leaning back in again. You pulled him close, accepting it, and praying to god that your dad would not pull up while Pietro was still there.

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translations: Micuță obraznică. - Cheeky little thing or Naught little one.

taglist: @kaqua​ @julster @pagesbetweensheets @mcximffs​ @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx​ 

a/n: this is kind of really short but i have so much homework i’m sorry if this sort of sucks LMAO. i have so much to do, i had to close requests cause i need to finish the others i have before i can start any more. anywho, here u go love!

[bbgem329]

If Only You Were Mine… Chapter Six

Pairings—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes since the moment you laid eyes on him. That was five years ago, when your older sister brought him home for a Sunday lunch and introduced him as her boyfriend.

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18+++. Angst. Language. Mentions of vomit? Readers really out of the loop and lonely. Readers family is emotionally abusive and shitty.

Happy thanksgiving(:

Series Masterlist

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“Congratulations again.” You smiled, slinging your camera bag over your shoulder. You peered into the open crib, stealing one last look at the perfect sleeping baby, swaddled in a blue blanket. “He’s the sweetest little thing.”

His little chubby cheeks, pouty pink lips, and button nose had you absolutely swooning. To the point it almost made you want to cry when he parted his lips for the most adorable yawn. Usually you weren’t one to melt so hard over babies. Most newborns looked like aliens, in your opinion, but this little guy was the cutest baby you’d ever seen.

It almost, almost had you wanting one of your own.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Hope called from where she rested in the hospital bed, a tired smile on her face. Despite just giving birth, she still looked radiant. “You’ll definitely be hearing from us for newborn pictures and probably some family photos in a couple months. We love your work.”

“Thank you.” You offered her a shy smile, a rosy blush rising to your heated cheeks. “You have my number, just give me a call or shoot me a text.” You started towards the door, waving to Scott, lounging in a chair across the room with little Cassie sleeping on his chest. “I should have those edited and sent over within the next couple days. Shouldn’t take too long.”

“Sounds great.” Hope mumbled sleepily, shooting you one last thumbs up as you shut the door quietly behind you.

The Lang’s had been a steady client since their first daughter, Cassie, was born two years ago. You were beyond ecstatic when Scott gave you a call nine months ago to inform you that they were expecting another and wanted you there along for the ride. For maternity pictures, a gender reveal photo shoot, and the birth.

Birthing photography was one of your favorites. Nothing could compare to capturing the moment a new life enters this world. Witnessing their first breath, their first cries, the parents' reactions, an older sister or brother holding their younger sibling for the first time. It was an eye opening, mind blowing experience and you were so thankful the Lang’s had trusted you enough to be part of it.

Moments like these were what kept you going and gave you something to look forward to. It made the things occurring in your life seem much smaller, a little less important.

Because honestly your life was a mess and you did well with the distraction.

It had been a long, disconsolate two months since you’d last seen or heard from Bucky or your family.

But you were fine.

It didn’t matter that you spent most of your time immersed in your work or volunteering. Picking up extra clients and staying a few hours over on your days at the hospital or the soup kitchen. Anything to distract yourself, keep your mind busy, and to avoid returning to your empty, cold apartment. Where you’d most likely find yourself scrolling through the millions of posts of the picture perfect couple on Carly’s Instagram or losing yourself for hours, googling and overthinking the weird symptoms you’d been experiencing in the last couple weeks.

Things were a little lonely, to say the least. Of course, you had Nat, Wanda, Rosalind, and even Sam and Steve. They did their best to check in, make sure you were doing well, and spend time with you when they could. But life was busy and it didn’t make up for the fact that your family didn’t give a single shit about you nor that you’d had your heart ripped in two by your best friend.

You were just fine.

Stepping out of the elevator and onto the main floor of the hospital, you were pulled from your thoughts by your phone vibrating in your back pocket. You stepped off to the side, adjusting the bags on your shoulders before pulling it out.

Y/M/N Y/L/N

Your heart felt like it dropped straight into your gut at the sight of your mother’s name on the screen, the phone nearly slipping from your grasp due to the sweat that had begun to accumulate on your palms. It was astonishing, the effect she had on you. No one should ever feel this anxious—damn near a panic attack—over the idea of speaking with their own mother.

This was beyond toxic and you considered not answering at all, letting it ring straight to voicemails. She only called when she needed something or demanded your presence at some event, anyways. But if you did, there would no doubt be consequences.

You swallowed back the bile climbing up your throat and breguidingly lifted the phone to your ear.

“Y/N?”

“Hi, mother.”

“Oh, darling.” She responded, voice high and creaky. “How are you? It’s been so long since your father and I have heard from you.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, tilting the phone away from your face as you breathed out a frustrated sigh. There was no one more two-faced than the woman in your family and you found yourself seriously considering the possibility that you were adopted.

“I’ve-” You scrubbed a hand down your face, body slumping back into the wall as you raked your brain for something short and impersonal to say. Not like she cared to know anyways. “I’m fine. Just busy.”

“That’s great.” She replied, blankly. “I’m just calling to inform you about your sister's twenty sixth birthday party tomorrow. I completely forgot to send you an invitation but you are expected to be there.”

And there it is.

Always; ‘Carly this, Carly that’.

Never; ‘Hey Y/N. What’s new with you? We miss you, why don’t we catch up for dinner this weekend’.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.” She huffed and you could practically hear the eye roll in her tone. “This is really important for your sister. I’ll text you the details.”

As per usual, she hung before you even had a chance to respond. Not even a second later, she messaged you ‘be there’ with a photo of the invitation attached.

Seven o’ clock sharp. Y/L/N Manor.

The panic had already begun to rise in your chest, burning through you like wildfire does a farmer’s dry crop. Not only did you have nineteen hours to find something appropriate to wear, but you also had to brace yourself for the inevitability of coming face to face with Bucky again.

You weren’t ready.

Logically you knew that eventually you’d have to suck it up, put your big girl pants on, and see him again. He was your sister's boyfriend, after all.

But never did you think it would be this soon.

“Y/N?” A sweet, breathy voice called, startling you from your thoughts. “Is that you?”

You whipped around, the realization you had been standing with your left cheek pressed to the cool wall, left your face flaming red as you met a very familiar pair of cerulean eyes.

“Becca?”

Rebecca Barnes.

Bucky’s oldest, younger and favorite sister—though that was a secret he made you swear you’d take to the grave. She was a year younger than you, just twenty two and wrapping up her final year in Fashion Design at NYU.

The Barnes genes were strong—all sporting the same gorgeous blue eyes and thick brunette locks. But Becca was the literal carbon copy of her older brother—the female version anyways. The same smile, a little divet in their chin, eyebrows (though Becca’s were much more cared for), and a nose that scrunched so cutely when they were happy. You could spend an entire day picking out their similarities between the pair of them, the list went on and on.

“Oh My God.” She beamed, wearing the prettiest of smiles as she barreled into you, embracing you in the tightest of squeezes. “I haven’t seen you in so long. You look great.”

“Says you.” You giggled, a subtle blush rising to the apples of your cheeks, hands pressing lightly on her shoulders so you could get a better look at her. “You’re looking as gorgeous as ever.”

“You flatter me.” She grinned bashfully, giving a dismissive wave of her hand, “What are you doing here? I’ve missed you so much.”

“I was here taking birthing photos for one of my clients.” You smiled, casually presenting your camera bag. She’d definitely recognize from all the times she’d posed as your own personal model. “I miss you too, Becs.”

And you meant it. You had always got along swellingly, whether it be because of how close you were in age or because you both had similar interests and tastes. Some of your favorite Bucky memories included Becca. From last minute road trips to a campground in upstate New York for the weekend when you were twenty one, to getting absolutely plastered on cheap wine coolers at one your fathers alliance dinners with the Starks.

There was a lot of history and great times shared between the three of you. You couldn’t but wonder how she felt about things now. If she knew what went down between you and Bucky, and you were no longer speaking now.

“It wouldn’t happen to be the Lang’s, would it?” She inquired, raising a perfectly manicured brow.

“Yes, actually.” You breathed out with a chuckle, “How did you know?”

She offered you a small shrug and proud smile, “I nannied Cassie this summer. I still babysit for them on the weekends here and there.”

“That’s great.” You exclaimed, “They’re very lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one. Cassie is the sweetest little thing.” The smile she wore was infectious. It was obvious she cared deeply for the family.

You were happy to hear she was keeping herself busy and out of trouble. That also explained why she hadn’t been around much this past summer. Becca Barnes was always on the go. The type of woman that declared she’d sleep when she was dead. She never stayed in one place for too long and lived her life in the moment.

It was one of her most admirable qualities. You often found yourself wishing you were as brave and rambunctious as her.

“Say,” Becca began, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her plush lips, “Are you going to Carly’s party tomorrow evening?”

“Unfortunately.” You chuckled mirthlessly, nose scrunched in contempt. Becca didn’t like Carly in the slightest, so you knew it was more than okay to disclose and display your distaste. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” She groaned with an exaggerated eye roll, shoulders slumping and head lolling back for an added effect. Ever the drama queen she was. “But hey!” She perked up, blue hues alight with excitement, “You should be my date. We could get ready together, maybe do a little pregaming.”

You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, considering her proposition.

It would be nice to have a buddy for the night, someone to distract you from the couple that will no doubt be the center of attention all night and save you from uncomfortable conversations with the disturbing men in attendance. Not to mention, you knew Becca would be elevated over helping you find a dress and take over the task of fixing your hair and makeup.

“You know what? Yeah.” You decided, a big smile splitting across your face and excitement growing in your belly. “I would love that, Becs.”

—————

“Holy fucking shit.” Becca gasped loudly, blues eyes wide and mouth agape as you stepped out of the bathroom. “We did good baby girl. You look fantastic.” She snatched your left hand up, giving you a little twirl. “Good enough to eat.” She shook her head, all too pleased with her work. “Damn. Come look.”

You let her guide you to the body mirror across your room, trepidation growing in your belly at what you might find in your reflection.

Becca was adamant you didn’t peak. She hadn’t allowed you even the slightest glance throughout the two and half hours she’d done your hair and makeup. As much as you loathed surprises, you were more than glad you’d done as she asked now.

Seeing the completed look was worth the wait.

Your hair was styled in loose, voluminous curls tumbling effortlessly down your back, allowing a clear view of your long, dangly diamond earrings. Your makeup was on the natural side, as you preferred, with subtle pinks, browns, and nudes to match your champagne colored dress.

“Wow.” You breathed out, voice barely above a whisper as your hands trailed down the silk number. It clung to your body like a second skin, perfectly accentuating your curves. It was low cut, showing off your perky bust but not to the point where it would be considered scandalous. A little lengthy but nothing a pair of heels wouldn’t fix and it felt comfortable enough to move in, if for whatever reason you needed to make a quick escape.

“Wow is right, babe.” She smiled at your reflection, popping a quick kiss on your rosy cheek, “My brother won’t know what hit him. He’ll be feeling real regretful tonight.”

Not even twenty minutes into your shopping date, Becca confessed that she knew about what had occurred between you and Bucky. She wasn’t at all pleased with her brother’s behavior and informed you that she wasn't speaking to him either because of it. You’d had a much needed heart to heart, pouring every thought and feeling out in the open. By the time you’d finished, you’d felt ten times lighter.

Becca listened intently to what you had to say, commenting when necessary. She expressed adamnelty that Bucky did love you and that things were complicated. She’d informed you that she’d walked on the tail end of a few interesting conversations but didn’t know enough to decipher what was actually going on. She did, however, plan on doing some digging.

And you had told her not to bother. Bucky made his bed, now he must lay in it. He had the opportunity to be with you, make things right.

Two months later, still nothing.

No phone call. No text. No emails. No drop bys. No begging on his knees, pleading for forgiveness.

Nothing.

“All we need is a little perfume...” Becca skipped to the bathroom, rummaging through the tub of various perfumes in the closet. “Ah, here we go.” She strolled back into the room holding your Miss Dior perfume. “This one's my favorite.”

“Wait.” You snapped, voice louder than you intended it to be. “I’ve-” You swallowed thickly, the thought of the scent alone causing your stomach to churn, “I’ve been a little sensitive to the smell of certain things lately.”

Her eyebrows furrowed at your admission as she capped the lid on again.

“You’re welcome to use it. Let me just step out of the room or something.” You chuckled, cheeks heating under her skeptical gaze. “The Louis Vuitton one doesn’t bother me—Heures D’Absence. I’ll just use that.”

“Okay.” She responded slowly, looking a bit dubious. She cleared her throat, placing the bottle on the dresser beside her. “You-” She cleared her throat, crossing her arms over her chest. “You said other things? What other scents?”

“Oh, umm…” You laughed nervously, “Chicken, well meat in general.” Nose scrunched and lips curled at the mere thought. “Onions. Coffee a little and alcohol, but I know you want to pregame so I’ll suck it up and drink anyways.” You shook your head, chuckling, “God knows I might need it tonight.”

The crease between her brows deepened, red painted lip caught between her teeth. “But you love coffee.” Her head cocked quizzically to the side, “And meat.”

“I know.” You groaned, lifting your arms before slapping them lazily against your side. “It sucks. I don't know what’s going on with me. I think it’s just stress or something. My body’s been weird lately.”

“What kind of weird?” She sat down on the edge of the bed, big blue eyes wide and full of concern. “Other things have been happening too?”

You shrugged indifferently, plopping down beside her with a small huff. “I’ve just been really tired and emotional. I’m drained from the smallest of tasks, all I want to do is sleep. My periods have been lighter and more sporadic than normal. I mean, extremely light.”

“Hmm.”

“I think it could be stress.” You gnawed on your lip, twiddling your fingers in your lap. “Or maybe I’m depressed, who knows.” You breathed out a little giggle, patting your lap before rising to your feet, ignoring Becca’s perturbed expression.

“Anyways, let’s take some shots. We’re already-” You stole a glance at the clock on your nightstand. “A half hour late. My mother is going to murder me.”

—————

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Becca asked as she followed you quickly up the steps of your parents mansion. “You still look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” You took a deep breath, exhaling out of your nose to calm the unease stirring in your gut. You were embarrassed to admit you weren’t able to take a single sip of tequila before you were hurling the salad you’d eaten for lunch back up. You hadn’t even made it to the bathroom, tossing your cookies right out in the kitchen sink. “Just nervous.”

“If you say so…” You could hear the uncertainty in her voice. She wasn’t the least bit convinced. Not when she’d caught you suppressing multiple gags on the car ride over.

A pair of men dressed in tuxedos opened the front doors, greeting you with a single nod as they ushered you through.

“I'm going to hear about this later.” You sighed, brushing your curls back over your shoulder as you followed her in the direction of the main ballroom. “An hour and half late. Ohh man. She might actually have an aneurysm.”

Your heels clicked loudly against the perfectly polished floor, struggling to keep up with Becca’s long strides. She was far more experienced at prancing around in heels than you were. Your calves were beginning to burn and your feet already ached.

You bowed your head as you entered the ballroom, following Becca through the crowd of people, causing you to smack into Becca’s back when she came to an abrupt halt.

“Wha-”

“We should…Um” She whipped around, pressing hard on your shoulders as she pushed you back towards the exit. “Get some air or something, it's really stuffy in here.”

“Becca, what-” You tried, spinning out of her embrace.

“Please, Y/N.” She pleaded with you, hands tugging desperately at your own, pulling you away from whatever was occurring behind you. “Let’s just go get some air.”

You ripped your hands from her grasp, turning around and pushing back through the crowd to see what all the fuss was about. You could acutely hear Becca begging and pleading as she ambled solemnly behind you.

Oh, how you wished you’d listened.

Immediate regret rushing through you when you locked eyes with a Bucky in the midst of the room.

A sharp breath of air slipped from your lips as you took him in, looking as handsome as ever in his tailored black suit.

That wasn’t the issue though.

Oh, no.

Propped up on one knee before your older sister, presenting a black, velvet box housing a giant, sparkling diamond ring.

You watched his face pale ever so slightly, jaw ticking and throat bobbing as his dark eyes scanned your trembling form.

And whatever part of your heart remained previously intact, shattered completely—into a million, billion little pieces that could never be repaired or fit back together again.

“Y/N.”

“I’m gonna be sick.” You shoved your way back through the crowd, faintly aware of Becca’s desperate call of your names and her heavy steps as she chased after you.

You barely made it out of the ballroom before emptying the contents of your stomach in a potted plant.

You couldn’t do this anymore. Be this anymore.

You wanted no part of this world.

It was time to say goodbye to this part of your life.

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The Super Soldier Spiderling Masterlist:

Y/N Rogers adopted sister of Steven Grant Rogers and best friend of Bucky Barnes lived a normal life in 1942. Everything changes when Dr. Erskine recruits Steve for the secret Project Rebirth. An unfortunate event leads to Y/N becoming the first super soldier as well as the first spiderling. After the war she was frozen in ice for 80 years. She meets the Young Avengers 80 years later which consist of Peter Parker, Cassie Lang, Kate Bishop, Morgan Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Loki Laufeyson, Harley Keeny, Theodore Altman, Noh-Varr, Kamala Khan, America Chavez, William Kaplan, Thomas Shepherd, David Alleyne, Elijah Bradley, Daisy Johnson & Shuri. She becomes the leader of the Young Avengers by Nick Fury. She later meets the two Anti-heroes Moonknight and Deadpool while on a mission.

A Fem Moonknight & Fem Deadpool x Fem Reader Story

(Powers: Enhanced combat, senses[spidey-senses] & Flexibility, Night Vision, psychic constructs, wallcrawling[of course], Elemental Manipulation, Teleportation, Fire webs, web swinging, regeneration & can see the dead if wanted to and can bring them back for a whole day)

This takes place 1 year after Endgame in 2025.

Warnings⚠️: Killing, Mentions of Sexual Interactions, Weapons, Smoking, Drug usage, Cussing, severe wounds, Blood, Deaths, Fighting, Abuse, Cheating, Sexual assault, Homophobic parents, panic attacks, kidnapping & hallucinations

Characters: Part One , Part Two

Prologue: The Origin Story Of Y/N Roger's- Coming Soon

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hope van Dyne’s child

Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Scott Lang x stepkid!reader

warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Happy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC 🥰”

growing up as a lil smarty pants

grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didn’t see you very much

once every few years

but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)

“and i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you aren’t as big as someone else doesn’t mean you can’t beat them” -hank

“y/n doesn’t need to be hearing those stories, hank” -hope

“why not? they have important life lessons in them!” -hank

“why does mommy call you ‘hank?’” -you

“because mommy hates grandpa, isn’t that right?” -hank

“okay, i think that’s enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to go” -hope

your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless

she wanted to be different from her dad

so she showed up to EVERYTHING

birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it

“here’s some tea, jellybelly. it’ll make your throat feel better” -hope

“mom, i think i’m dying” -you

“you’ll be fine” -hope, givin’ u a kiss on the forehead

life wasn’t like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes she’d bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didn’t seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work

“hey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little while” -darren

“thank you!!!” -you

uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!

anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan

thats when you found out that his “turning small” stories were not, in fact, bullshit

“wait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?” -you

“why would i lie?” -hank

okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration

you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!

but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party

“hi!” -you, waking scott up

“what?!” -scott, jumping back against the headboard

“hi.” -you, staring at him “im y/n. these are my ants”

bullet ants were just crawlin around the place

“oh, that’s....that’s cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got here” -scott

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” -you, leaving abruptly

“are you bothering our guest?” -hope, watching you proudly nod “good job, jellybelly”

mom taught u how to punch 🥰🥰🥰

and let you use scott as a punching bag

but scott wasn’t like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times

“i think you’d like my daughter cassie. she’s weird and smart just like you” -scott

“did you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?” -you

“no no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!” -scott

chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK

hank had to tell u to cut it out

“dont tell them what to do” -hope

“someone has to” -hank

“excuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!” -hope

“do they do this often?” -scott

“every time they see each other but that’s not very much” -you

“hm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?” -scott

ur mom said “we do not associate with idiots ❤️” and then proceeded to associate with said idiots

scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit

“you alright, y/n?” -scott

“murder is okay, right?” -you

after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh

and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance

“is this my new sibling?! i’ve always wanted one!” -cassie

“hey, me too!” -you

you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott

and mom and grandpa were working on a ✨special project✨

one you insisted on being apart of

“no, y/n, we can’t make you your own suit. you’re too young for this sort of thing” -hope

“pleaaaaase mom? i swear i’ll he responsible with it!” -you

“you’re mother is right, y/n. you’re just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soon” -hank

scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did

and just corny stepdad shit

but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited

“scott!! you asshole!!” -you, like this -> :)

“kiddo!! sorry to hear that!!” -scott, same energy

shading him the whole time

“ach mein gott” -you

“are you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONE” -scott

“you’re one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMES” -you

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THING” -scott

“WELL IT’S NOT” -you

“did you at least miss me?” -scott

“sicher habe ich” -you

“god dammit” -scott

surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)

as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles

scott acted like a proud dad

“wow, you’re really doing it!!!” -scott

“halt die klappe” -you

“please stop” -scott, tearing up

finding out about ✨grandma✨

she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didn’t know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not

“i have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!” -you

“okay” -hope

“what? really?” -you

“it’s about time we put your genius to good use” -hope

scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it

“don’t get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thing” -you, watching scott’s eyebrow raise “fine. you can have a hug”

okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????

“is my mom with you?” -you

“sorry, sport, she’s not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero business” -scott

you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him

“how’ve you been holding up the past few years” -scott

“the world sucks, man” -you

“i can see that” -scott

he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared

“wait, reach into the glove box” -scott

“oh, god, i hope there’s no rodents in here...” -you, reaching for a picture “is this..?”

“family photo!! you were little back then, i can’t believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no joke” -scott

you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her

busy ~saving the world~

and going to 2012 with scott

“hey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particles” -you

“‘might?’ and if we use faulty pym particles we ‘might’ die. would you like that?” -tony

“hey, back off, stark. they’re just trying to help” -scott

next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u

“im gonna stab you!!” -you

“no!!!” -scott

the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: 😧

okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines

“y/n????” -hope

“mom????” -you

“scott!!!!” -scott

“really, scott? a shrek reference? now?” -you “...nice”

the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn

“listen, after this, we’re gonna have such a fun family night. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there for you all this time” -hope

“mom, it wasn’t your fault...it was that purple bastard, let’s get him!” -you

“they grow up so fast...” -hope

i n s e c t f a m

insect fam killed it out there and then ✨attended tony’s funeral✨ together right after

that’s one solid family 😌💖

anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy

with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott

you were just happy to all be together again, it’s been WAY too long

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[1-800-romanoff]

━ fresh start

scott lang X fem!reader

summary; your deteriorated marriage with the infamous scott lang slowly pieces itself together with the help of your daughter. 

warning; potential swearing

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A loveable goofball. That’s the first thing that comes into your mind when someone mentions your ex-husband. You never meant for your relationship to end this messy and in all honesty you wish you two were still married and going strong, but some things just weren’t meant to be. That’s what you kept telling your daughter, it’s easier than saying ‘mummy and daddy don’t love each other anymore and have to divorce’ so just going down the ‘things aren’t meant to be’ route works out 10x better. Throughout the whole divorce there was only one person on your mind, only one person causing guilt to pang in your chest and that was your daughter. But, at the end of the day you did it to keep her safe from what is happening between her parents. 

You shuffle inside her room, carefully dodging each one of her toys that were discarded all over her floor. “Cassie, darling I thought I told you to clean up your room.” You quietly sighed before peeling back her bed covers so she can climb under and rest her tired eyes. You sweep her locks out of her face before slowly drawing circles with your fingertips across her cheek making her giggle quietly. Her giggles make your heart swell with love and pain, pain that her father wasn’t here to be the cause of her giggles or her happiness.

“Sorry mummy.” You sink onto the edge of her bed and place a small kiss on her forehead. She grabs a hold of the teddy Scott got her and hugged it tightly, which also made it talk about being ‘bestest of friends’. “Mummy?” Her voice came out as a whisper, she turned her head to face you and gave you a small smile. 

“Yes, my pumpkin?” You run your fingers through her hair as she traced her finger over the bunny thing’s plastic eye. You take her hair in your fingers and slowly begin to braid it in a loose french plait. 

“Is daddy a bad man?” Your heart broke at the thought of your daughter thinking of her father as a ‘bad man’ because that’s the last thing Scott is. Sure, Scott has swerved in and out of prison since you two have gotten together all those years ago, but he certainly wasn’t a bad man, to you he seemed misunderstood and desperate to feel love. Some of the parents must have been talking about him being in prison and not paying child support in her party yesterday and she must have overheard it. 

“No pumpkin. Daddy has just done some naughty things in his life.” you continue to gently plait her hair as she takes in your words. “Your daddy is a lovable man.” She shuffles further down so she can rest her head on her pillow. You wanted your daughter to take your word and love her father not the opposite and hate him for his past mistakes. Though, now you take it all in you realise that Cassie could never hate her father, no matter how bad of a crime he committed he’s still her hero.

“Do you still love daddy?” Your breathing hitched at her question, so much for her falling asleep easily. Just from your hesitation, Cassie knew that you're still in love with her dad despite the divorce. She’s smart for her age, you always admired that about her. She perked up whilst waiting for you to say ‘I love your daddy very much’ but it never came instead, you changed the subject. 

“Pumpkin, you might want to get some sleep. You’re going out with Auntie Maggie and Uncle Paxton tomorrow.” You expected her to let out a small cheer because she loves hanging out with her aunt and uncle but never received one, instead you received a small half-hearted smile. You sigh before kissing her forehead and getting up to turn off her bedside lamp, you step over the lego bricks that were scattered across the carpet and open her bedroom door. “Goodnight, pumpkin.” You close the door behind yourself before letting out a shaky sigh and a small yelp when you notice your sister leaning up against the door frame right next to you.

“Y/n, you can’t keep lying to her.” You push yourself off of your daughter’s door and across the landing. The last thing you’d do is lie to your daughter's face no, you’re protecting her from it all, from Scott coming out of prison to possibly landing himself back in.

“Mags, you know that the last thing I’d do is lie to Cassie. I love her too much to lie to her.” You drag your hand down the railing of the stairs before stopping at the last step, your sister is not that far behind you. Maggie knew that deep down you want Cassie to have her father in her life again, to play happy families with her but you’re certain that it’s not that easy or is it?

“I know you, Y/n/n. You can’t keep pushing your feelings for Scott away, Cassie needs her father in her life.” You bite down on your lip before walking over to the kitchen island to hop onto the stool. Since Cassie, you’ve always painted this large picture of you and Scott being the happy parents she deserved now just the thought of that is enough for the tears to sprint down your cheeks. “I think you need to go speak to Scott tomorrow.” 

The night slipped into day and you found yourself helping Cassie get her tights on. “Are you going to see daddy today?” You look up from the tights that you were rolling up, so they are easier for her to step in, with a look of confusion. Did she eavesdrop on the conversation between you and Maggie? Maybe she did, how else would she know?

“Pumpkin, how on earth did you know I was going to see daddy?” She smirks happily before stepping into her tights with a shrug. You turn around to get her trainers and her tiara, which was resting on the top of the trainers, you place the shoes down so she could get them on. 

“Wild guess?” You climb off of the floor and fold your arms, as if you were scolding her for being naughty. “I just wanted you to see daddy. So, I thought I’d ask if you were going to.” She looks up at you then back down at her trainers and glittery tiara. She places the tiara on her head before running out of her room and down the stairs where her aunt and uncle sat waiting for her. Time is a funny thing, it either goes too slow for you to bear or it goes really fast for you to comprehend. An example of time moving fast is that you were in Cassie’s room one minute and the next you were standing in the dingy hallway of Scott’s apartment complex waiting for his answer.

“Just a second.” The voice sounded muffled from behind the door but you could tell who it was, it made your heart ache. The door opened to reveal Scott with disheveled hair making it clear he hasn’t long woken up from a nap, with no job one can only assume that he has more time to sleep or lay around. “Y/n… hi.” You smile softly as his hand goes up to his hair to shake the messiness out of it. 

“Scott…” You breath out before stepping inside the flat after he stepped away and moved the door open some more. “She’s been asking about you. She hasn’t let that rabbit thing out of her sight.” He smiles at the thought of his daughter clinging onto the toy that he gave her for her 8th birthday (which he totally showed up uninvited to).

“What are you doing here? Because I doubt it's to see me, our divorce was too messy for you to come see me again.” you only wished he didn’t say the last part, it was a painful reminder that you let the man you loved slip away from you. 

“I came here to work out when you can start seeing Cassie.” He hums and grabs the remote control to turn off the tv that was flickering to itself. “…and I came here to see you.” his gaze moves from the remote and towards where you stood.

“What?” His voice cracks making you look up from the floorboards and smile softly, you want nothing more than to back away and run back home to scoop your daughter up but there is no turning or taking your words back. “W-Why did you come to see me? I thought you’d never want to see me again.” You shrug and place your coat and bag on the coat rack behind the front door, causing it to tip ever so slightly. 

“Uh, I’m open for you to start seeing Cassie again. She needs her father back in her life, it’s not fair that I get to see her happiness and you don’t.” The corner of Scott’s mouth twitches as he forces back an excited smile though, it doesn’t go unnoticed with you. “If it’s alright with you, you can see her on the weekends.” He smiles widely, he finally gets to see his daughter again, he can be the cause of her giggles and smiles. The sound of her giggles from when she was a baby played on a repeat in his mind. 

“That’s fine with me, anything to see her again.” You knew that Scott would do anything to see Cassie again, to take her out places as a free man not some criminal. “But, why are you here to see me?” You let out a sharp breath before sitting down in front of him, grabbing a hold of his hands and squeezing them tightly.

“Cassie asked me something last night…” He nods and squeezes back. “She asked me if I still love you.” His eyes look as if they could pop out of his head at any given moment, almost like those teddy’s with the massive eyes that just stare right at you.

“W-What did you say?” You shuffle forward slightly before staring at his widened eyes. Maggie was right, you couldn’t keep it to yourself no more you had to tell him.

“Scott, I regret divorcing you.” If anyone asked Scott what his biggest regret was, it would definitely be letting you go without going down with a fight. So, for you to be here confessing that the divorce should have never happened and you two should still be married gave him a rush of hope, hope that you two could still happen. “I love you, Scott.” It was life music to his ears, your angelic voice confessing that you still love him was all that he needed to hear. You grin as you feel his lips collide with yours, wrapping your arms around his neck in order to sink further into the kiss. 

That was the start of your relationship coming alive once again. Of course, you guys kept it from Cassie just until she was ready to know. So, for now it was just you and Scott laying in bed together discussing how Cassie will react to the fact that her ‘mummy and daddy love each other again’. 

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled into your hair causing you to grin and bring your intertwined hand up to your lips to press a soft kiss on his knuckles. “I’ve missed Cassie too.” you chuckle before snuggling further into his warm arms. God, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this, just laying in bed together with not a care in the world but it felt as if someone was missing from this cuddle. 

“You don’t have to miss her anymore, it’s Friday meaning you can pick her up later on.” He smiles and gently tightens his arms around you, giving your lips a small peck. You groan and nuzzle your face in Scott’s chest just as the daylight came peeking through the thin curtains, it meant that your time with Scott is up for today and you have to go back to parenting. Though, you two got on with your daily lives and it’s not like you weren’t going to see him again, he’ll literally be over this afternoon. Since you told Cassie about her daddy coming to pick her up, she hasn’t been able to sit still once and on top of that she hasn’t stopped going on about it. It was safe to say that Cassie was excited to see her dad again and you could tell that Scott was excited too.

“Cassie! Come down!” It sounded as if there were a herd of elephants rushing down the stairs at once. She came barrelling towards where you stood in the hallway, wrapping her small arms around your legs. “Someone’s excited to see daddy.” She giggles but tears herself away from your legs as the doorbell rang loudly, she threw the door open and smiled up at him. 

“Daddy!” She squeals before chucking herself towards him causing him to laugh at her eagerness. “You finally came!” Scott laughs and winks towards you making you blush ever so slightly, god you missed seeing Scott with Cassie.

“I’ve missed you, peanut.” He squeezes her tightly, she jokingly gasps for air before bursting out giggling. Scott gently tickles her hips making squirm and cackle begging for her dad to stop tickling her. 

“You be good for daddy, okay pumpkin?” You hand her bag over to Scott who sets down Cassie and grabs the backpack off of you. He absentmindedly pulled you in for a sweet kiss and you two only realised what you had done when Cassie let out the loudest gasp ever. “Shit!” you curse under your breath before looking over at your daughter who has the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. You could tell that Cassie wanted you and Scott back together and now she was witnessing it she couldn’t be happier.

“I knew it!” She pridefully sang as she hugged her bunny close to her chest. “I knew you still loved daddy, mummy!” You bent down to her height and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. Scott kneels down next to you and smiles down at the bunny toy that he gave her not that long back, it was a last minute thing but she sure loved it to pieces.

“Yes, pumpkin. Daddy and I love each other, are you okay with it?” You take her small  hands in yours making sure she moves the bunny underneath her arm. She throws her arms around yours and Scott’s neck pulling you two closer to her. 

“Are you kidding me? I’m so happy, my mummy and daddy are back together!” She squeals as Scott chuckles at her excitement. He turns his head and whispers something in her ear. “Mummy! Come over daddy’s with me!” You smile and slip one hand out of your daughters and into Scotts. He squeezes it tightly and nods in confirmation. 

“Sure pumpkin. Go get in the car.” She runs off and towards the car giving you time to turn to Scott. “I love you, Scott.” He smiles and takes you in his arms, kissing your lips once more.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

[sunshinesickies]

Hi :) Cassie lang anon! Good to know!

Could I request a familial one where r is her adopted sister, and Cassie is really protective while r tries to become a hero? Maybe getting hurt and Cassie goes into big sister mode?

Here you go anon! Hope you enjoy 🫶

[redgillan]

Under Pastel Skies - 3

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,587

Warnings: none

A/N: I wanted to give Reader a family and this is the easiest way to do it. Btw Peggy’s husband isn’t Steve, I have other plans for him ;) Enjoy!

Wannabe sugar daddies don’t interact, idc if you have money, eat it and leave me be.

The rest of the week went by, and you kept hoping Bucky would come back. You hadn’t seen him since he’d left 300 dollars under his napkin after visiting you at work. You had tucked the bills into your bra, knowing they would be safe there, and walked home at the end of your shift.

Now it was Thursday afternoon and you were craving a day off.

Natasha’s apartment was spacious and the oversized glass window bathed the living room in natural sunlight. The apartment was a gift from Sam. Obviously.

You dropped your purse on the sofa –your bed- and laid out the bills on the coffee table. It was made of marble and brass, another gift from Sam.

You didn’t know what to do with the money, so you took it wherever you went, to keep it safe. You wanted to return it to Bucky. It was too much and you weren’t used to random acts of kindness.

You sunk into the cushion and blew out a sigh as you stared at the money. The persistent vibration of your phone against your thigh pulled you out of your thoughts. Half expecting it to be Natasha, you answered without looking at the caller ID.

The operator told you that Scott Lang was calling from Saint Quentin State Prison, and asked if you would accept the charges. You agreed. You always agreed.

“Splotchy, I need your help.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the cushion. “I told you to stop calling me that, Scott.”

It was a silly nickname.

As a child, your mother dubbed you splotchy because of the colourful doodles you painted on the living room walls, and your siblings, who were roughly a few years older than you, had loved using that nickname. Especially since they knew you disliked it.

Their support and endless enthusiasm played a big part in your artistic journey, nurturing that spark into a flame. What started out as a childlike fascination with colours and shapes became your whole life. No one was surprised when you decided to pursue a degree in fine arts.

After the death of her husband, Peggy Carter adopted five children; a little boy from San Francisco, a little girl from Wakanda, twins from Sokovia and a little girl whose birth parents were still in high school. You were the last one, the only one she adopted as a baby.

“Is it offensive to call an artist splotchy?”

“It’s irrelevant. I haven’t painted in months,” you replied. “And we’re not kids anymore, you can use my name.”

“I’ve been calling you Splotchy for so long, I forgot your actual name.”

“You’re so funny,” you deadpanned. “What do you need, Scott?”

Scott’s tone changed suddenly, his voice grew agitated. “I need you to call Maggie. She isn’t picking up when I call her.”

“Scott,” you sighed.

“I haven’t talked to Cassie since her birthday,” he cut you off, pleading. “Please, I just want to talk to my little girl.”

Maggie was Scott’s ex-wife. Six months after his incarceration, she had filed for divorce. Natasha thought it was a real dick move but you didn’t blame Maggie. She was alone, her husband was in jail –for basically being a dumbass although the official charge was embezzlement and destruction of property- and she had a kid to raise.

Maggie wasn’t a saint but she was a good mother, and Cassie was a smart and healthy kid. Now you knew what to do with Bucky’s money.

“I’ll call her,” you said. “Listen, I’m going to put 50 bucks on your book. Buy yourself a bar of soap, I can smell you from here.” Scott interrupted you with a monotone ‘har har’. You chuckled. “I’ll buy Cassie a Christmas gift on your behalf, all right? I think she wanted a bike.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted over the phone, his voice muffled as if he was holding the receiver too close to his mouth. “Are you sure you can afford it? I know it isn’t easy for you. Between living in New York and paying for mom’s nursing home, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine,” you said, cutting off the conversation. “I’m not alone, Okoye helps.”

“And Wanda?”

“She sends postcards from time to time.”

The line went quiet for a moment. “I want to get out of here so bad,” Scott groaned. “Everything’s gone to shit since I went to jail.”

“Everything’s gone to shit since Pietro died, Scott.” You both remained silent, remembering your late brother. Just thinking about him made your eyes start to prickle with tears, so you cleared your throat and ended the call. “I’ll talk to Maggie. You’ll be out soon, just... stay out of trouble. Love you.”

You left your phone on the table and kicked off your shoes before you lay down on the sofa for a well-deserved nap. In your dreams your brothers weren’t either dead or in prison, your mother hadn’t been diagnosed with Alzheimer, and you weren’t a burden to your friend.

If you were lucky enough, you wouldn’t even dream at all.

The next day, Bucky arrived at the hotel at six thirty and you playfully glared at him from across the lounge. He wasn’t stupid, he knew why you were glaring at him. At least he had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“Just so you know, you bought yourself about 30 breakfasts,” you told him, referring to the far-too-generous tip he had left the other day.

“A man’s gotta eat,” he replied with a boyish cockiness that made him look stupidly attractive. You were too flustered to find a good comeback.

You brought him his cup of coffee and let him enjoy his breakfast while you attended to your other clients. It was an unusually busy day, the room was packed with families who were getting ready to explore Manhattan. You didn’t have time to chat with Bucky and he didn’t stay long. You saw him flinch a couple of times; the muscles in his shoulders pulled tight and his eyes darting left and right.

He left another ridiculously generous tip, along with a handwritten note. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day x.

Bucky came back the following week, and even though it was a quiet morning, you made sure to find him a table in a secluded spot. He didn’t notice when you slipped the 300 dollars into the pocket of his coat. You could be pretty sneaky, too.

“Mmmh,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I looked at your Instagram.”

“Oh,” you glanced at your shoes, embarrassed. “Wait, you’re on Instagram? I have a hard time imagining you scrolling through your feed.”

He laughed a little. “I’ll admit I’m not as tech savvy as you youngsters, but I’m not a fossil. I use it to look at the pictures my sister post of my niblings.”

“Cute,” you grinned.

“Anyway,” he said, pushing a hand through his hair. “I love your work. It’s very unique; a cross between Impressionism and Post-impressionism. It’s realistic, and yet there’s something different...” his face scrunched up as he tried to look for the right word. “There’s something in your paintings, something that isn’t here in real life but perhaps should be. It’s hard to explain. It’s a feeling, a color, a pattern; it’s indiscernible but it’s there.” He looked up at you, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “I’m not making much sense, am I?”

You blinked, suddenly stunned that someone had such strong opinions about your work. There was nothing but sincerity in his ocean-blue eyes, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.

“I, um-” you cleared your throat, “Thank you, I didn’t know that. I look up to Monet, obviously. His work is phenomenal, and I also have a soft spot for Van Gogh.” You ran a hand across your face. “Sorry, I’m a little emotional. The people who compliment my art are usually my siblings, and Nat.”

“And now me,” he said with a warm smile. “And soon a lot more people.”

Flustered, you bit your bottom lip. “That would be nice.”

Bucky nodded. He gathered his silverware and set them on his plate, trying to buy time. You watched him hesitate before he turned to you. “I noticed that your last post was from almost a year ago.”

“Yeah,” you said with a casual shrug. “I don’t really paint anymore. I’m too tired when I get home and supplies are expensive.”

“Of course,” he pursed his lips in thought. “Are you free this afternoon? I was wondering if we could meet for coffee.”

You tried not to show your surprise but his words made the sleeping butterflies in your stomach crack an eye open, their interest piqued.

Was he asking you out? He’d come to your workplace every week since your brief ‘date’. He always gave you more-than-generous tips, and he listened to you with a combination of close attention and warmth that made you weak at the knees.

He’d made it clear he wasn’t looking for anyone but maybe he had changed his mind. Agh, down girl! He just wanted a friend.

You looked into his beautiful eyes, seeing a myriad of expressions cross his face before he smiled at you.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, angel.”

It was an honest lie, just hearing him call you angel felt like a punch to the stomach. The butterflies were dancing around, reborn, and chanting the word ‘date’.

“If you don’t like coffee, we can have tea, or ice cream,” he said, “anything as long as you can sit down with me.”

You snorted. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, smiling. “This is my number. Pick a place and I’ll meet you there.”

After breakfast, you closed the restaurant and started cleaning the Lounge. You brought everything back to the kitchen, stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on. Then you put away the unopened miniature jams, butter and whatnot, and gathered the remaining patisseries and fresh fruits in a basket that you would later bring to the reception.

You worked mechanically. It wasn’t exactly the most exciting job you’d ever had.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. It was easy to let your mind wander into the cosy and dangerous territory of this being a real date.

You decided to go to the Australian coffee shop near Natasha’s apartment. It was popular but not as crowded as Starbucks, which suited you fine.

After your shift, you removed your uniform and changed into the spare set of clothes you kept in your locker for emergencies. Emergencies being an impromptu date or a night out with Nat. You dug around in your purse for your lipstick; the nice one, the Carter Red as your mother called it.

You dabbed the lipstick on your lips, staining them. You only wore it on special occasions, and you weren’t sure Bucky deserved your full red pout.

You walked to the café with a little pep in your step and a confident smile on your face. The freezing temperature didn’t matter, you were too giddy to care. It was a date, it had to be, why else would he ask you to meet for coffee?  

You smiled when you saw him through the coffee shop window. He was chatting with the waiter as the latter set two mugs on the table.

“Hi again!” You shrugged out of your jacket and took a seat.

“I hope you like hot chocolate. Carl, here, says it’s their best seller,” Bucky said, smiling kindly at the waiter.

“Enjoy, and if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call me.”

You carefully wrapped your cold hands around your mug while you watched Carl walk away. A moment of silence rose between you. Bucky watched you with an unreadable expression, making you fidget in your seat.

“I’m glad you came,” he finally said.

“Me too. I’m a little surprised you asked.”

He looked down at his mug and smiled; it didn’t reach his eyes. “I have something to ask you.” He paused. “The night we met, you said you agreed to see me because being in a... financial relationship felt like the only solution to your problems.”

 Your smile faltered but he didn’t seem to notice. Oh. The butterflies in your stomach fell so suddenly that it felt like carrying a ball of lead. They went back into hibernation.  

“If I had been a decent person and, I don’t know, bought you a drink, talked to you,” he paused, meeting your eyes. “Would you have been interested in this type of relationship? With me, I mean.”

You swallowed hard. “You want to be my sugar daddy.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement. You were slowly realizing that you had been wrong about his intentions. This wasn’t a date, it was a business afternoon tea.

He winced. “Do we really have to call it that? I was thinking mentorship. I can provide financial help, and in exchange you could be my friend.”

“I can be your friend for free,” you said, your throat tightening.

He shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “This way we’ll both get something out of it.”

You looked down at your hands, still wrapped around the mug, and pursed your lips in thought. You felt a sharp tingling sensation in your nose, a sign that you were about to cry. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw, fighting against the flood that was coming.

You pushed all the emotion down and forced a smile to your face. “Do you mind if I use the restroom? I just took the subway, I’d like to wash my hands.”

Bucky watched you, momentarily stunned by your request. “Of course, take your time,” he quickly recovered.

“Thanks,” you croaked, pushing your chair back.

You picked up your bag and walked to the restroom, your legs feeling like cotton wool. You didn’t need to use the restroom, you had walked to the café, but you needed a moment alone to collect yourself.

A woman came out of the restroom, holding the door open for you. You picked up the pace and thanked her before closing the door behind you. You looked pretty sickly under the artificial light of the restroom. Your eyes were glassy with tears and your red lips were taunting you.

“Got your hopes up, uh?” You watched your lips move. A little humourless chuckle escaped you and you shook your head at your own idiocy.

You aggressively wiped the lipstick off your mouth with the back of your hand and sighed deeply as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Now you felt like an idiot.

It wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He had been nothing but nice and kind, and perhaps you had mistaken his kindness for flirting. A naïve mistake. You had always been a little clueless when it came to men.

You ran your index fingers under your eyes to get rid of the makeup that had gathered there. It wasn’t the end of the world, you barely knew him anyway. It didn’t hurt any less, though.

Maybe it was time for you to do something out of character, to experience life no matter how crazy it seemed. You were dreading this conversation with Bucky, but you couldn’t hide in the restroom forever. With another sigh, you pushed yourself away from the sink and walked out of the restroom.

Part 4

[6rookie-writer0110]

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Cassie Lang x Male Reader Stark

Request - Can you do Cassie lang x Stark!reader where he and cassie are the same age since they are born in 2007 and should be 16 in 2023. R is Tony's son and survived the snap. Before the snap he was best friend with Peter and ned when he was like a kid and the three of them hang out. Plue Y/n and peter do like spiderman ideas. After the snap he was living with Tony, pepper, and his little sister in the lakeside cabin. In the year 2021 he got bitten by a radioactive spider but has an alchemax logo and number 42.

Since you were a toddler you have been friends with Peter and Ned. Always together playing together. Even during high school, you didn't lose your friendship with Ned and Peter. You have always been into creating music and art, sometimes you would like to tag the buildings and the trains. Only, Peter and Ned knew they are your supporters.

Sometimes you and Peter would do parkour. You and Peter have sketchbooks and notes of being a hero and being called ’Spiderman’

You, Peter, and Ned never left each other side. People always saw you three spend time together all the time.

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Spring 2018... 50% of the population disappeared. The older you got, you started to study what happened during the fight against Thanos. You collected notes, hacked into your father’s computer and his friends’ computers then into Shields.

You survived the snap when you found out what happened it broke you. You cried when Peter didn't survive, or when your dad is stuck in space. You would spend hours in your father’s lab and look at his stuff.

”Y/N, I knew you would be here. You are like Tony can work on something for hours or days” Pepper said.

She put her hand on your shoulder.

”I miss him and Peter,” You said.

”I miss them too. You should see Ned, he came by earlier” Pepper said.

You nod.

”I will go see him. *sighed heavily* I want Thanos to suffer” You said.

”One day he will,” Pepper said and she kissed your head.

Later, you went to see Ned. Ned did give you new ideas for your spiderman gadgets so it won't break half of the time. You and Ned start to work together on it.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

The year 2021...

You walked through the alley for a short cut. You dropped your cell phone, you bend down to pick up. You stood up and checked your phone while walking you hit a web. You tried to get rid of the web and you didn't notice the radioactive spider crawl on your shoulder and bite your neck.

”What the hell?” You yelled.

You rub your neck then noticed the radioactive spider on your forearm. You noticed the spider has an alchemax logo and number 42.

”You are coming home with me” You mumbled.

You went home and straight to the lab. You put the spider in a small tank and watched it move around.

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The next day you woke up feeling strange. You couldn't explain it, you are in shock just seeing electricity go through your hands. You start to breathe hard and your heart started to beat fast. You go to the bathroom to wash your face suddenly you turned invisible.

”I have powers!” You yelled.

Your mood changed, now you are happy that you have powers. You always dreamt of being a hero and having powers, you couldn't stop smiling. You called Ned and told him to meet you at your house. Ned did help you figure out what kind of powers you have.

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You stare at your father’s suits and you thought about using them. But you wanted to make your identity as a hero, you want to give people hope again.

the first suit you made with Ned it's an armored suit. Ned helped you pick out the colors red, white, and black. When Ned saw you wearing the armor suit, he freaked out.

”Dude, it's awesome! You will be the coolest hero ever” Ned said.

”Thanks. I can't wait to go to the city and start saving people” You said.

You and Ned high five each other. You go to the city and start saving people. Everyone started to talk about the new hero on tv and the Internet, you felt proud of yourself.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Being a hero wasn't easy for you. You found out working alone is hard, some people didn't like what you are doing. Other people do cheer for you. Balancing life and being a hero is very hard. But you got an idea and you worked day and night to make the app called ’Friendly Neighborhood 1.0’

People can report crimes and you will go save them and keep you in the loop, what happens in the city.

Today is slow and no one is in trouble. You decided to go tag some places. You swing to an abandoned building, you take out the spray cans, and started to draw. You stopped to put on your headphones then you started to draw again. Once you are finished you took pictures then tagged the subways.

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You got an alert on your app, gang gun shoots in downtown. You started to swing fast and you see people caught in the crossfire. You started to venom blast to fight them and you used your web to take their guns away. You noticed the boy is deaf and you started to do sign language and he smiled.

”You know sign language?” Cassie asked.

You nod. ” Yes. I thought to learn so I can communicate with someone who is deaf”

You asked questions to the boy and you're glad he isn't hurt.

”I’m Cassie and this is Roger,” Cassie said.

”I’m Spiderman,” You said and it in sign language.

Later on...

You and Cassie became friends. She found out your secret when your mask fell apart while fighting Kraven the Hunter. Sometimes you would swing to her place to see her. She would always smile when you're around.

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Cassie noticed you set a spider-free and didn't kill it.

”I hate spiders I don't know how you stand them,” Cassie said.

”it was a harmless spider. I don't feel scared when bugs are around” You said.

”I hate all kinds of bugs. But it's cute, you liking bugs and not killing them, bug boy” Cassie smiled.

You laughed and smiled back at her.

”Bug boy?” You asked.

She nods.

”Your new nickname” Cassie giggled.

”Thanks for the nickname?” You giggled.

”Anytime, Y/N” Cassie smiled.

~The next day~

Cassie went to your house. She met Pepper then Cassie goes to your bedroom. Cassie didn't say anything, she watches you make beats and you started to sing, you have your headphones on. She kept watching you and you keep making beats. She tapped your shoulder and you looked up, your eyes opened wide.

”Cas!” You said too loud.

”Hi Bug boy. You are talented” Cassie said.

”Thanks. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in” You said.

”So, you're into music?” Cassie asked.

”Yes, also I'm into art. If you want I-I-I can show you my work” You said shyly.

”I will like to see it, Y/N,” Cassie said.

”Cool!” You said.

You grabbed your sketchbook and she starts to look at your art.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

The year 2022

You told Cassie you wanted to upgrade and design a new suit. Again Cassie caught you making beats this time you teach her how to make beats.

”This is fun, Y/N,” Cassie said.

”I’m happy that you're enjoying making beats,” You said.

”Y/N aren't you scared when you swing around the city?” Cassie asked.

”At the very beginning, I was terrified when I would swing and jump from extremely tall buildings. Much later on, the fear went away so I'm not scared anymore. If you want you can swing with me around the city” You said.

”Okay. That would be an interesting experience, but yeah let's do it. Oh, I got an idea how your suit can look” Cassie said.

”Tell me,” You said.

Cassie started to explain how your suit should look with what colors. Music is the main inspiration for your suit 2020.

----

You are standing on the roof with Cassie. She wrapped her arms around you very tight.

”Ready?” You asked.

”Y-yes,” Cassie said.

You hold her tight and you start to swing. Cassie’s heart is beating faster and faster, you feel her grip tighten. You keep swinging and you noticed how scared she is. You stopped on top of the hotel building.

”Are you okay?” You asked.

She put her hand on her chest.

”No!” Cassie yelled.

You laughed and she smacked your arm.

”I’m guessing you had fun?” You teased.

”I got scared halfway. I thought I was going to fall, I don't know you get used to that” Cassie said.

”Takes time. I got over my fear the more I started to swing” You said.

”I won't do it again,” Cassie said and you laughed.

----

Cassie is sick and you went to buy soup for her. You knocked on her window, she opened it and let you in then you take off the mask.

”I got this for you, Cassie,” You said.

”Thank you, Y/N” Cassie smiled.

”Cassie, I know we been friends for a while but I really like you a lot and I hope we can be more than friends,” You said.

”Y/N, I like you too a lot. I would kiss you but I don't want you to get sick” Cassie said.

You smiled and she sneezed.

You and Cassie do spend time together mostly watching tv or movies. Cassie finds it sweet that you're taking care of her. You gave her medicine and reheat the soup. Later, you and Cassie do play board games, video games and asked questions about each other.

You noticed Cassie has in her bedroom for a while. You go upstairs and you can hear her crying

You sit next to her on the bed ”Cas, what's wrong?”

”I miss my dad so much” Cassie cried.

You wrapped your arms around her and she starts to cry more. You rub her back and you listen to her.

You did try to make her feel better worked for a little bit, but she is still feeling depressed. You stayed with her all-day

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Finally, your 2020 suit is complete. You can't stop smiling and start to put on the suit. The led mask, you loved it when Cassie told you about it. You got an alert on your app

”Time to test out the suit,” You said.

”Be careful, Y/N” Cassie said.

”I will,” You said.

Cassie watched you swing away.

You were busy saving people, Doctor Octopus and Kraven the Hunter kidnapped Cassie. They sent you a message and you got angry. You started to swing rapidly to Doctor Octopus’s lab. Cassie is tied up in a chair and she is feeling terrified.

You start to fight them. You used venom blast to punch Kraven, then Doctor Octopus grabbed you. Kraven punched you then you kicked him in the face and you used your web to cover Doctor Octopus’s face. You turned invisible and you started to fight them.

----

You grabbed Cassie and left the lab. You stopped on a roof and she hugged you tight then she smacked your chest.

”What was that for?!” You yelled.

”You know I hate it,” Cassie said.

”I’m not a speedster. I had to swing us away from them” You said.

You take off the mask.

”I know but I still hate it,” Cassie said.

Cassie started to ramble on then you did the same ramble on. She kissed you and you kiss her back, you and Cassie pulled apart and smiled. It's the first kiss.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Time Skip~

Everything changed for the best. You found out Tony came back from space, you ran to him and hugged him.

”I missed you, dad,” You said

He kissed your head and held you tight.

”I love you 3000, Y/N,” Tony said.

Peter came back and he hugged you and Ned. Ned told everyone by mistake you are dating Cassie. No one knew about the relationship just yet.

”Sorry, bro,” Ned said.

”When we will get to meet her, Y/N,” Tony said.

”Soon, dad. Don't worry about it, Ned” You said.

You celebrated with everyone and you can't stop smiling.

----

You and your family moved to the woods, now live in a cabin. Now it feels like a family and you don't want that to change. Your little sister started to scream and ran towards Pepper.

”Why do you have a pet spider?” Tony asked.

”I hate spiders,” Morgan said.

Pepper was going to kill your pet but you stopped her.

”Stop!” You yelled.

The spider is in your hands.

”The spider is my pet. I got used to him being around” You said.

”Y/N, I will never understand why. But please just keep him in the cage” Pepper said.

”I will,” You said.

You go to your bedroom and put the spider in the tank. You feed him and just watch him.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Date Night...

You arrived with pizza and she kissed you. You and Cassie played videos and it became competitive. You were going to take her out, but there is a rainstorm. The night is going well, she is having fun with you. You and Cassie eat pizza and started to debate what is the best movie and worst movie.

Later, you and Cassie started to play Uno but you and Cassie argued about the rules. You and Cassie eat more pizza and tried to play Uno again. Later, you and Cassie watched a movie on the couch, but end up falling asleep.

----

Scott found out what happened, he is in shock. He rushed home and knocked on the door. Cassie opened the door, they start to cry and they hugged each other. You did spend the night at her place, then Cassie introduces you to Scott.

“Wait, you're Tony’s son!?” Scott said.

“Yeah, I'm his son,” You said.

“Hurt my daughter and I will go after you,” Scott said.

“Dad!” Cassie yelled.

“I won't break her heart,” You said.

“I will keep my eye on you, Y/N,” Scott said.

“UGH!” Cassie mumbled.

Later, Scott joined you and Cassie for breakfast.

---

Later, you meet up with Peter to show him your 2020 suit. Peter is loving the suit and asked many questions about how you build your suit. You and Peter worked together to save people.

[thatoneguitargirl]

𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘥 | scott lang x daughter!reader

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scott lang’s teenage daughter thinks he’s a major hypocrite when it comes to helping set up christmas decorations

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“HEY GUESS WHAT TODAY IS?” Cassie asks her older sister and (Y/N) looks up from her phone.

“Another Sunday that dad is going to make me do laundry and then I’m not going to do it?”

“Yes, but no. It’s December 1st, and that means we get to put up our Christmas tree today!”

(Y/N) turns her phone over and places it between the cushions of their couch. “Ok, well we better start then”

(Y/N) leads her younger sister down to the basement where they keep all of their Christmas decorations. They didn’t have too many, but that might be because their father is on house arrest, leaving (Y/N) to buy them for him.

She reaches behind the mountain of clothes in the laundry room and pulls out 2 big red boxes. “Take these two upstairs and I’ll get the tree”

Cassie nods and picks up one of the boxes. It wasn’t too heavy, but she had trouble walking up the stairs when she couldn’t see the tree.

(Y/N) looks back behind the clothes and sees the big brown box sitting, gathering dust. She reaches to grab the handle, but it was only there to trick. Because as soon as she tried to pull it up, the handle snapped off.

Huffing, (Y/N) rolls up the sleeves of her sweater and tries to grab the sides of the box to pull it out. Success!!

She positions her hands underneath the box and carries the tree upstairs, being careful not to drop it or dent the walls.

When she gets to the living room, she drops it hard on the ground and her dad runs downstairs, worried. “What just happened? Are you guys ok?” He asks and Cassie laughs.

“Yeah, (Y/N) is just trying to break the ground”

(Y/N) gives her little sister a scowl, but Cassie doesn’t care.

Their father continues, “Why are these decorations out? It was just Thanksgiving”

“Someone..” (Y/N) looked pointedly at Cassie, “Thinks that we have to put up the Christmas tree today”

Scott agrees with Cassie and opens up one box. “Oh wow, your mom sent over some of your old ornaments from school”

(Y/N)’s eyes widen and she begs him not to even take them out. Why did she think that would work? He takes out multiple badly colored reindeer popsicle sticks and gingerbread men with her face on it.

Cassie seems to enjoy looking at them but (Y/N) is very annoyed. “How can we put on my cringy ornaments if we haven’t even put up the tree yet?” She says to get their attention.

The two snap their heads around and shrug. “I’m too old for that, and Cassie isn’t strong enough. Looks like you get to”

(Y/N) gawks at him. Did her dad just say that he was too old to put up a Christmas tree? The same dad who went to Germany to fight alongside Captain America? The same dad who fought someone on Cassie’s train set? The same dad who is LITERALLY ANT-MAN!?!?!

The voice of a little girl knocks her out of her internal rant. “Hurry, (Y/N)”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes and goes to unhook the latches for the Christmas tree. She pulls out the two tree pieces and the feet. She could put it up fairly fast, so she didn’t know why they were complaining.

(Y/N) puts the red tree skirt around the bottom and finishes fluffing out the leaves. The tree she bought said 7 foot, but she’d be generous in saying it reached 70 inches.

“I’m done” (Y/N) says as she lays down on the couch to relieve the growing ache in her back.

Cassie runs to put the plastic balls on the tree while Scott holds a hand out to (Y/N). She looks up at him and shakes her head no. “I’m too old for this. My back can’t handle all of this”

Her dad grabs her hand and pulls her up back on her feet. “You’re never too old to help with Christmas decorations”

Wha- Didn’t he just say- Whatever it didn’t matter. (Y/N) plays Christmas music from her phone and helps her family. Even if they were major hypocrites.

[writseo]

Scott Lang X Troubled Teen!Reader

Being kicked out of your home

Walking around the area because you didn't really know where to go

Until you settled in front of a Baskin Robbins and a man came out

He saw you pacing around the front and was so confused

"You okay, kid? Where's your parents?"

"At home, hoping I never come back."

Soon, you ended up in his house

Learning his name was Scott Lang

He knew that with his situation, it probably wasn't the best choice

But since he would wanted someone to help his daughter if the situation came to it (but god forbid it did)

Having issues with his probation officer

But if course, he didn't listen

Watching TV shows together

Taking time to work out whatever issues you were left with

Him constantly trying to give you advice but usually, it takes a turn and just gets wierd

Trying to tutor you with homework

Before he just finds the name of the homework topic, gives you his laptop and lets you figure it out the rest

Making sure you eat right

Checking in on your mental health

You'd bond so well with Cassie

Even making her feel like she was your little sister and you were her older one

Constantly eating out because both of you aren't that great with cooking

But you didn't mind because you really loved (your favourite fastfood place)

Being very over protective when it came to you dating or staying out late

And even though he sometimes annoyed you to no end, you still saw him more as a father than you saw your literal dad as a father

And when it came time to leave and your parents wanted you back, you knew you didn't have a choice

And so the goodbye to Scott was just sobbing and ugly crying

Mainly from him

[beanzykin]

What I Write For

When requesting:

Please remember to be polite and patient when requesting. I don’t do them in order, I don’t care how many times you put in the request. If your request doesn’t follow my guide-lines I will decline it or do the best I can to give you what you’d like. I will write drabbles, I might get carried away with the idea though. You are allowed to send in prompts, gifs, images or a song that you’d like to base the writing off of. You may request multiple things at once.

I write Head Cannons as well

No-No’s:

I write for all genders and race! (I don't know much about culture)

I do not write lemon or smut

I do not write romantic age gap

I write in English (Yes, I actually had to put this in)

I will only write for the fandoms listed below

No swearing

No romantic family relationships

Types of relationships I write (Reader):

Poly

Femlash

Het

Slash

Family

Friend

Cargo 

AU’s I write for (Let me know if you have one and I’ll see if I can write it):

High School AU

Body Swap AU

Coffee Shop AU

De-Age Au

Going back in time AU

Future AU

Enemies to lovers AU

Childhood friends AU

Yandere AU

Marvel: Who I write for

X Readers:

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Sam Wilson

Carol Danvers

Bruce Banner

Michelle “MJ” Jones

Gamora

Nebula

Peter Quill

Rocket

Goose (Yes, I write for the raccoon so why not the cat?)

Clint Barton

Stephen Strange

Ned Leeds

May Parker

Pepper Potts

Loki Friggason

Bucky Barnes

Yelena Belova

Maria Hill

Daisy Johnson (I haven’t finished Agents of SHIELD yet, please keep that in mind)

Jemma Simmons (I haven’t finished Agents of SHIELD yet, please keep that in mind)

Hope Van Dyne

Scott Lang

Cassie Lang

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Gwen Stacy

Miles Morales

Darcy Lewis

May Parker

Ships:

Clintasha (Clint Baton x Natasha Romanoff)

Gwiles (Gwen Stacy x Miles Morales)

Stucky/Starbucks (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Scarlet Vision (Vision x Wanda Maximoff)

Spideychelle (Peter Parker x Michelle “MJ” Jones)

Pepperony (Pepper Potts x Tony Stark)

Black-Pepper (Natasha Romanoff x Pepper Potts)

IronStrange (Tony Stark x Stephen Strange)

IronDad (Father Tony Stark)

SpiderDad (Father Peter B. Parker)

Brutasha (Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff)

Bruce (Thor Odinson x Bruce Banner)

Mama Spider (Mother Natasha Romanoff)

Science Bros (Tony Stark x Bruce Banner)

Stony (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark)

Aunt Peggy (Peggy Carter x Tony Stark {Family})

FitzSimmons/Science Twins/Science Babies (Leo Fitz x Jemma Simmons)

CoulSkye (Phil Coulson x Daisy Johnson {Family})

Mayson/Phillinda (Phil Coulson x Melinda May)

Maysy (Daisy Johnson x Melinda May {Family})

Skimmons/BioQuake/SkyJem (Daisy Johnson x Jimma Simmons)

BlackTie (Natasha Romanoff x Phil Coulson {Family})

Romanrogers (Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers)

Winterprincess (Bucky Barnes x Shuri {Friends})

Bowtie (Clint Barton x Phil Coulson {Family})

Capsicoul (Steve Rogers x Phil Coulson {Fangirling Coulson})

IronHusbands (Tony Stark x James “Rhodey” Rhodes)

Winter Falcon (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)

SHIELD Wives (Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill)

ScienceShocks (Darcy Lewis x Jane Foster)

Snow Bird (Clint Barton x Loki Friggason)

Sifki (Lady Sif x Loki Friggason)

All Caps (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Barbershop Quartet (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)

Black Bowtie (Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton x Phil Coulson {Family})

The Avengers Fam (Original 6 Avengers {Family})

Anwin (Edward Jarvis x Ana Jarvis)

Black Thunder (Natasha Romanoff x Thor Odinson {Family})

LangDyne (Scott Lang x Hope Van Dyne)

Science Teens (Peter Paker x Shuri {Friends})

StarMora (Peter Quill x Gamora)

Bucket (Rocket Raccoon x Bucky Barnes {Friends})

Interwebs (Ned Leeds x Peter Parker {Friends})

Agent Widow (Peggy Carter x Natasha Romanoff)

Nebora (Nebula x Gamora {Sisters})

FOS (Michelle “MJ” Jones x Peter Parker x Ned Leeds {Friends})

World War Threesome (Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Jeggy (Edward Jarvis x Peggy Carter {Friends})

Supreme Family (Peter Parker x Tony Stark x Stephen Strange {Family})

CarterWood (Dottie Underwood x Peggy Carter)

Michelle Jones x Shuri

May Parker x Michelle Jones {Family}

The Good Doctor: Who I Write For

X readers:

Claire Browne x Reader

Morgan Reznick x Reader

Audrey Lim x Reader

Ships:

Breznick/Clairgan (Claire Browne x Morgan Reznick)

Audrey Lim x Claire Browne

Morgan Reznick x Alex Park (Only like best friends, sorry)

9-1-1: Who I Write For

X readers:

Maddie Buckley x Reader

Ships:

Buddie (Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley)

Mama Athena (Athena being a mother to the 118)

Dad Bobby (Bobby being a father to the 118)

Buckies (Buckley sibling bonding)

The 118 as a huge family (with Karen, Athena, May, Michael, Harry, Maddie, etc)