#peter parker x teen!reader

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Opening Up (Peter Parker x Male!Rogers!Reader) *PLATONIC (For now) *WARNING*

Characters: Peter Parker x Male!Rogers!Reader, Steve Rogers x Teen!Brother!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

WARNINGS: This is a dark one, Male!Reader kind of unwillingly breaks the Geneva Convention, mentions of torture (HYDRA), burns, scars, being shot, blood, injection, unwilling sedation.

Notes: I didn't intend for this to be as dark as it came out, but hey ho it happened. Also it was already super long when I was writing and trying to finish this and come to an ending so kind of didn't get around to making Peter and reader's relationship more than a friendship, so when requests open I'm hoping to do a much happier and nicer part 2.

Can you do a male reader fic where the reader is from the 40’s and is steve’s baby brother who has always looked up to him and Bucky(3-4 years old)? He got caught by hydra after Steve went into the ice, was given Pyrokinesis and has a bunch of scars on him because of what hydra has done to him and maybe some burns, the avengers go into a hydra base just to clear it out and then they see reader going to attack them (he’s around peter’s age by now), reader fails, they take him back to compound, he’s no longer brainwashed, he has a little reunion with Steve and Bucky, he meets Peter because he needs a friend who’s around his age and then they start to date after a while and comes out to the avengers? Sorry if it’s too long! You don’t need to do this one if you don’t want to

HYDRA has been your life for your whole life. They were your education, your home, your social life. You had grown up not knowing anything other than HYDRA, their agenda and plans, and so it made sense that for a long time, you never questioned them. You never questioned if they were good people, or if they had your best intentions at heart, or how it even came to be that you wound up in their care, or even how strange it was how they’d make you sleep in a strange contraption and how sometimes you’d wake up and people had aged, changed, died and replaced as you had been asleep, or the experiments ranging from simple tests, to excruciating injections that made your blood feel like fire, or the training, and how no one explained it to you. You’d grown up with it, why would you question it? 

You didn’t question them until your first supervised mission, where they took you to a secluded tiny abandoned village, leading you to a large barn on the edge of town, and instructed you to set fire to it. You turned to your supervisor, and asked your first question. “Why?” 

“We want to see how strong you have become without restriction. Go ahead, make us proud. Do not stop until it is nothing but ash.” He told you. His voice was calm, confident, and almost friendly. Like there was a silent promise behind is words that if you did good and made him proud, you’d be rewarded. And so, you turned to face the barn, held your arms out, them igniting up to your shoulders, facing your palms to the building as fire shot out of them, and hit the building. The wooden structure set alight quickly, and it wasn’t until the flames had trickled up the panels to the roof did you hear the screaming start. The banging on the walls on the inside of the barn. Of the people of the village you thought was abandoned. An absolute terror washed over you at what you were doing, but you felt your supervisors eyes on you, your eyes darting to the other agents, also staring at you, their hands on their guns, prepared to shoot you if you disobeyed or turned on them. You were scared, too scared to stop the flames, to scared to protest. You burned the barn down, no one emerging. Your supervisor praised you, giving you a pat on the back. The other agents made jokes with you on the way back about the atrocities that they now felt comfortable sharing with you, as you were now ‘one of them’, and you just tried to smile, nod, act happy to be there and accepted by them, and try to keep your eyes not too wide, to not drift off into your thoughts, to not cry. You tried not to think of the barn, even years later. Tried was the key word there.

Since then, you’d begun to silently question what was happening around you. Every mission when they had to burn buildings to the ground, destroy documents, heat metal rods and chains to use in negotiations. More evidently, all of this wasn’t harm-free to you. If you didn’t concentrate enough when using your pyrokinesis, you could and have accidentally turned your flames on yourself, leaving you with burns on your arms, chest and even on your face. All of it left you questioning why. Why? Why were they making you do this? Why did you have powers and not them? Why did they forbid you from talking when out on missions, especially with outsiders? Why? What was the point? But after you asked them that, you quickly learned to stop asking questions after the torture they put you through for a week, though that alone answered it all for you. They were making you do this because they were bad people. You had powers because they did something to do, because they’re bad people. They didn’t want you talking because you could spill secrets, because they’re bad people. And you had helped them, whether aware or not, you had helped them do awful things, and that made you a bad person. You were just as bad as them, and so even if you hated them, you believed you were where you belonged. 

At least, that was the only thing you could consider, up until your current situation. That situation was the base you were currently at, being under attack. Your first orders were to go with the lead scientists and your handler to escape, but as things became more dire, escape plans going out the window one by one, you were given new orders- stay behind, hold them off long enough to let the others escape. You knew if you asked questions they’d probably just shoot you, so you just nodded, and headed back down the hallway you came from to fight off whoever was attacking, knowing whoever it is was either going to be your victim, or your executioner. You hoped the latter. 

As you turned the corner, you saw unfamiliar faces, one making arrests, another coming out from searching a room and turn to face you. His eyes met yours through his blue mask, and for a second you swore he was familiar, and neither of your moved. However, the second he took a step towards you, you set your arms on fire, pointing one at him. However, before you could project the fire, a red headed woman appeared from behind him and took a shot at you, hitting you in your shoulder, before another shot hit you in the side, breaking your concentration, and the flames began to burn you instead as you yelled in pain, clutching your arms to your chest as they finally extinguished, and you tried to ignore the pain in your arms to focus on your wound in your stomach. You looked up, seeing the man approaching you quickly. “Stay away from me!” You yelled at him. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He told you firmly as he stopped in front of you, pressing his hand on your shoulder wound making you cry out before you tried to gather yourself. “Cooperate with us, okay? What’s your name?” He asked. You glared up at him, heaving with pain. “I know for a fact that you’re not here on your own accord, so drop the act and we’ll help you, okay? What’s your name?” He said. You clenched your jaw. 

“I don’t know.” You answered, trying to sound strong and bold still despite your situation, but your voice wavered and shook like a scared child. You saw his expression soften a little. “Now will you stop touching me? When I’m in a lot of pain, I can lose control of the fire.” You warned, seeing him frown, his eyes looking at your scarred and now badly burned arms. 

“Not until we have your wounds tended to. We’ll get you some pain control, come on.” He pulled you along, passed the woman who shot you, and several others till you were outside, and you were moved onto a jet with the man. “I’m Steve Rogers.” He finally introduced himself as he got you seated, and you just nodded, trying to focus on not setting this machine, run by flammable fuel, on fire by accident. A medic came over, injecting you with something that eventually made the pain a little more bearable, injecting around your bullet wounds as well before they worked on them. Able to actually think, you looked around and assessed your situation, and you seemed to process that this whole thing was… odd. Why were you not in cuffs? Why did they shoot you twice then get you immediate medical care and pain control? Why was this man, who had now took his helmet off to show a blonde man underneath, being so caring and remaining by your side? You turned to the man, who sent you a reassuring smile, patting your good shoulder gently, before you felt yourself become drowsy, realising that whatever the medic had given you, was a lot more than a painkiller- it was also a sedative. 

“You bitch.” You slurred at Steve, slumping in your seat a little, before your eyes grew heavy. You faintly heard him apologising but promising it’ll be okay. You didn’t believe him. 

When you regained consciousness, you didn’t move for a minute. You didn’t open your eyes, try to shift or move in the slightest. It was a force of habit to try and eavesdrop on anyone nearby, and you got lucky. “Why didn’t you ever bring it up?” You heard a woman’s voice ask. She was a few feet away you deemed from her voice. 

“It’s not exactly an easy conversation, and not something I’ve wanted to talk about.” You recognised the new voice, which was in front of you and pretty close, as Steve. “I did my own research, and I found nothing after a certain point, so I just presumed the worst and didn’t want to think about it or speculate what happened, it was too painful.” He explained to the woman. 

“The time it happened as well didn’t help either.” Another male voice spoke up, this one behind you, and you felt yourself go tense for a moment from the surprise, and also from not liking the idea of someone behind you, and realising you were now surrounded and outmanned. “Documents were destroyed, even now there’s so many people, including civilians, who are deemed missing from that time, and we’ll never know how many were totally fine and we just lost documentation of them, and who had tragic ends… he’s slipped through the cracks.” The voice continued. There was silence in the room, and you remained still. “Steve… if I had known he was in there-”

“There was nothing you could have done, Buck. You were brainwashed and it was totally out of your control. Even if at any point you saw him and recognised him, you would have had your memories wiped the second they realised something was wrong.” Steve interrupted him. Now you weren’t an idiot, you realised that you were the centre of their conversation, and the man behind you, was at some point in your group you were with. You thought about it long and hard, especially about their comments on ‘slipping through the cracks’ and Steve seemingly looking for you at some point… Steve knew you, though you didn’t know him. 

“Speaking of brainwashing, are we sure that he’s not going to wake up swinging? We have restraints…” The woman spoke up. 

“No restraints, that’s final Nat. He’s had his memory wiped at best, since he doesn’t even know his name, but if he was brainwashed, he would have fought back a lot harder, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have warned me not to touch him because he can lose control when he’s in pain.” Steve responded sternly. It was at this point that you decided that it was time to ‘wake up’. You shuffled a little in your sleep, the room going dead silent as you opened your eyes. In front of you, as you predicted, you saw Steve sat in a seat beside your bedside, and across the room, you saw the red haired woman who had shot you, her arms crossed. You stared at her, not saying anything. Steve leaned down, interrupting your line of sight, and smiled at you to distract you. “Welcome back, kiddo. You feeling a little better?” He asked you. You remembered your wounds- the gunshots, the burns… you sat up in bed, feeling where you were shot in the side, and while it hurt quite a bit, you felt the bandaging and the pain was mostly dull now. You checked your shoulder, finding the same, and then you looked at your arms, fully bandaged. “We’re flying in the best doctor we have who can make fresh injuries and even scars practically invisible.” He explained, and as you did so, you glanced to your other side, seeing the other man leaning forward in his own chair, who had brown hair, and a metal arm. He nervously smiled at you, clearly anxious to be there. You didn’t recognise him, and he seemed to recognise that, and either calmed down or deflated. You couldn’t tell. 

“Where am I?” You asked, turning back to Steve. 

“You’re in New York on our base.” He explained to you. “You’re safe.” 

“You sedated me.” You pointed out. “And stuck me in a room with the woman who shot me.” Steve winced to himself, and you focussed back on ‘Nat’, who raised an eyebrow at you. “Here to make sure I behave?” You asked her. She smirked at you, walking over, offering her hand to you. 

“I’m Natasha Romanoff, as long as you don’t try and set me on fire, I’m sure we’ll get over that little bump and become good friends.” She said, You hesitantly shook her hand, before she stepped back. “I’ll leave you two to explain everything, I’m sure he wants answers to the conversation we were having a moment ago.” She said, before turning and leaving. Steve looked at her confused, before turning to you. 

“You were awake? How much did you hear?” 

“I know you somehow know me, and I know he was at some point with… them.” You commented, turning to the man opposite, who tensed a little, before standing up, grabbing his chair, and carrying it around to sit next to Steve. “I want answers. Now. Who are you?” 

Steve and the man who you now knew as James, had done as told, answering your questions fully and to the best of their ability, and it very quickly became overwhelming and daunting for you. They sat and told you that your name was Y/N Rogers, Steve was your older brother, and you were actually born in 1943. In 1945, James, who was Uncle Bucky to you back then, fell off a train and was found and kidnapped by HYDRA, and Steve crashed a plane before the end of the war, freezing in ice for several decades. HYDRA were the group, who at some point after your brother’s ‘death’, kidnapped you under the radar and did their experiments on you to give you your powers, and while that was happening to you, James was being tortured, brainwashed and had his memory wiped, and you were both frozen repeatedly over time. Eventually Steve was found and unfrozen, James was able to escape several years ago, they reunited and joined a group called the Avengers, and the Avengers were enemy number 1 to HYDRA, which is why they were attacking the base. Steve didn’t realise you were his little brother until they ran a DNA test to try and locate any family and find out your identity while you were sedated.

Being told things about yourself that you didn’t know was understandably daunting, and after dropping everything in your lap, answering any other questions you had- like other family and what happened to them, and asking if they’d forgive you if you did bad things for HYDRA. Steve tried to get you to elaborate, but it was at that point you shut down. Bucky convinced him to leave. Soon the doctor he told you about arrived, and she silently fixed you up though you refused to go into the strange machine that she promised you would get rid of your scars, so when she was done, you were escorted to a small bedroom, where you locked yourself away and just tried to process everything. 

You hadn’t realised until now, that part of what made what you did in HYDRA just bearable, was that the people around you didn’t judge you for what you did, because they encouraged and participated. Now you had a big brother, his best friend who had been in HYDRA and had an idea of what kind of thing you could have done, surrounded by ‘the good guys’, and now the idea of them knowing what you’ve done, being disappointed, being disgusted, fully capable and justified in killing you for what you’ve done was terrifying to you. You couldn’t bare to look your older brother in the eyes and tell him what you did. 

A knock on the door made you tense. Steve, Bucky, some other people including Natasha had tried to talk to you, but you had totally blanked them. You just presumed it was one of them, before the door opened, and you turned and saw… a boy? He was about your age, and he awkwardly smiled and waved, stepping in, and closing the door behind him. “Hi, I’m Peter.” He greeted. You didn’t say anything, and he awkwardly walked over, referencing a part of the bed that was empty, and when you didn’t respond, he hesitantly sat down. “Mr Stark said that you’re Mr Roger’s brother and told me to talk to you… I didn’t know Mr Rogers had a brother.” He explained. You sat up cautiously and turned to look at him, and he saw some of the scars on your neck and side of you face, and he frowned. “What happened?” He asked. You looked down at your hands, bandages now removed, showing your new burns that were finally starting to heal.

“When I break focus… the flames burn me.” You muttered. You don’t know why you were talking to him- maybe because he wasn’t exactly a friend of your brother, maybe because he was your age. You looked back at him, and he frowned for a moment, before he shuffled a little closer. 

“You have powers? Pyrokinesis?” He asked, and you nodded. “I have powers too… I was bit by a radioactive spider, and now I can stick to stuff and I can like… sense things. Mr Stark calls it my Spidey sense.” He explained. The whole idea sounded strange, but then again you guessed having fire powers was strange. “I make my own webbing, and I shoot it out of this thing on my wrist, see?” He asked, showing the contraption around his wrist.

“When you say you make your own webbing…?” You inquired, and you saw him get flustered, before elaborating he meant in a lab. It made you smile. An actual genuine smile. 

Peter sat and just talked with you- he did most of the talking, going off into rambles due to nervousness, but eventually he calmed down enough to just talk. He got you to open up a little, explaining what Steve had told you, what happened to you in HYDRA, how you came to be here now. 

“So they just dumped all that on you? That’s a lot.” He sympathised. 

“That’s not why I’m not talking to him.” You told him. He looked at you confused, and you sighed. “Peter… when I was 12, they took me on my first mission, and they… they made me do something really bad. And after that, whenever they told me to do anything- destroy evidence of what they or I had done, I did it, because one time I asked questions and they made me suffer for it… and I don’t want Steve to hate me for being a bad person.” You told him. 

“... You were in HYDRA for as long as you can remember, right?” He asked. You nodded. “You knew nothing about anything outside of HYDRA, that they were the bad guys until after that… mission, right?” He asked, and once again, you nodded. “And when you realised, you asked questions, and they hurt you badly, right?” 

“Yeah… they tortured me for a week.” You confirmed, and he froze at that, before swallowing and nodding. 

“And that scared you into just doing what they said because you were scared of what they’d do next time?” He asked, and you nodded. “Then it’s not your fault. You were pressured and forced to do it. It was to keep yourself as safe as possible in that situation, Steve will understand.” He assured. You shook your head. 

“Peter… they made me burn down a barn full of people. An entire village of people. I heard them screaming, and I killed them. To this day, I don’t know why they made me do that, what the purpose was. Afterwards they treated me like one of them, like I was part of their team… I’m one of them, even if I don’t want to be.” 

“That’s not true, Y/N! Listen- Bucky was a part of HYDRA, he did a ton of bad stuff, he was brainwashed and had his memory wiped and was tortured all the time. He's guilty about what happened, but he’s not responsible, that was all HYDRA! HYDRA made him do it, they made you do it. If you hadn't done it, they would have done to you what they did to Bucky. I know that for certain. Steve will know that. Bucky will know that. We all know that.” He reassured you. “Listen… just talk to him, okay? Steve found Bucky a great therapist, I’m sure he could find you help too. He’s not going to be angry at you- maybe at HYDRA for what they’ve done, but not you.” 

You sniffed, fumbling with the bedsheets between your fingers. “You promise?” You asked, glancing up at him, and he smiled confidently and nodded. “Can you go find him for me?” You asked. He grinned, nodding, getting off the bed, promising to be right back. 

Peter stepped out your room, closing the door behind him, before turning to walk down the hallway, immediately stopping when he saw Steve sat slumped on floor just outside your room. “Mr Rogers? How long have you been out here?” Peter asked in a startled whisper. Steve looked up at him with red eyes. 

“Long enough to know my little brother needs me a lot more than I realised.” He answered, keeping his voice low. Peter frowned. 

“He… wants to tell you himself.” 

“I know… give me a few minutes to pull myself together, okay?” He asked, Peter nodding as Steve wiped his eyes, pulling himself up, and pulling himself together. “Thank you for being there for them, Peter. I really appreciate it. They’re going to need some help getting used to everything in the modern world, mind helping them out with that?” 

“Not at all, sir.” Peter smiled and nodded, before making his leave. Steve took one last big sigh, before walking over, knocking, and letting himself in. 

“Hey kiddo, Peter said you wanted to talk to me?

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[youre-amazing-say-it]

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I’m thrilled to share a new fic with you all. I’ve been working on it for a while now, and I’m so excited to finally put it out there. As for requests, I’m taking a break from them for now. I want to write what I feel like, when I feel like it, and I hope you’ll appreciate that. I’ve come a long way since I started this blog. I have a fiancé, a great job, and I’m back in school. My mental health has never been better. But I know that some of you are still on that journey, and it’s okay. The stories I write are about experiences that led to a decline in my mental health. So I’m sharing them in hope that someone out there can read and relate to them. I also try to make my stories realistic and grounded in what I’ve lived through. No corny “everything gets better instantly” endings because those don’t exist in life. The one I’m about to post is about the abuse and arrest of my mother. It’s mainly emotional because that’s what I dealt with. Emotional abuse is real and should be taken just as seriously as physical abuse. I hope you’ll find some comfort in it. Sending you all lots of love, Emma 🤍

[theking-mustdie]

loving something so wholeheartedly that you get absorbed into its very being is so essential to my life force

[perseephoneee]

𐦍｡ 🎀 𝐹𝐼𝒞𝑀𝒜𝒮 2024 🎀 ｡𐦍

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2023

yeyeyeye i'm so excited to be doing this a second year in a row <3 especially since there are now 300+ more of you than last year (absolute insanity btw). lets get this nondenominational celebration started!!

bonus: i'm going to try and include a short playlist with every story :) lets get these vibes rolling

DAY 1 Frostbite | Steve Rogers (eta. dec 1)

DAY 2 Caroling | Elijah Mikaelson (eta. dec 3)

DAY 3 Cabin Fever | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 5)

DAY 4 Mistletoe | Loki Laufeyson (eta. dec 7)

DAY 5 Decorating the Tree | JJ Maybank (eta. dec 9)

DAY 6 Christmas Tree Farm | James T. Kirk (eta. dec 11)

DAY 7 Ice Skating | Isaac Lahey (eta. dec 13)

DAY 8 Sleigh Ride | Castiel (eta. dec 15)

DAY 9 Hot Cocoa | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 17)

DAY 10 Snow Chase | Klaus Mikaelson (eta. dec 19)

DAY 11 Starlight | Peter Parker (eta. dec 20)

DAY 12 Secret Santa | Stiles Stilinski (eta. dec 21)

DAY 13 Sugar and Spice | Bucky Barnes (eta. dec 22)

DAY 14 Winter Ball | Kol Mikaelson (eta. dec 23)

DAY 15 Scarf | Isaac Lahey (eta. dec 24)

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[raineydays411]

My Fathers' Daughter pt 13

Hello everyone! Can I just say thank you to everyone for the love and support! Thank you everyone for sticking by me while I took a break. Thank you everyone for the kind messages and ideas. I'm the type of person that needs positive reassurance so really, it's you guys that are the reason I returned to writing.

For the first time in months you felt at peace.

Ironically, it was when you were shoved in a stinky backseat of a dirty taxi. But you were in a stinky taxi with people you truly love.

And Dopinder.

But even he's better than being in that house right now. Anything truly is.

"Hey" A soft voice breaks your thoughts, you turn from where you're looking out the window.

Peter was gazing at you with concern in his eyes. He had his own reservations about coming to get you, that's why Wade had decided to kidnap him. But seeing you, practically throw yourself into him and cry?! He didn't need any more convincing than that.

One thing Y/n Stark does not do is let people see her cry.

"Are you okay?" He asks, knowing that you're not but he knows that you won't tell him if he doesn't ask.

You take a look into his eyes, seeing concern. Then from the corner of your eye you see Wade turn his head an inch, trying to subtly listen in without giving away the fact that he cares about you.

"I'm.." You pause, feeling a knot in your throat, " I'm just really craving a burger."

"What the dick?!" Wade screams from the front, startling all of you in the car, and causing Dopinder to swerve, " We came here for emotional support goddamn it, let us support your emotions!!"

You chuckle at the outburst, mood momentarily lifting, " You can support me by getting me something to eat outside this taxi. It reeks back here...no offense Dopi"

"Non taken Ms. Stark, I am well aware of the unpleasant scents in the back."

Dopinder makes a stop at what looks like a local burger joint in the city , allowing you and Peter to take a breath of fresh air.

Or at least as fresh as Gotham city air could be.

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Back at the Manor, Christine and Bruce are having a long overdue conversation about you and her relationship.

" I just don't understand where everything went so wrong" Christine cried, face held in her hands," I just don't"

"Perhaps when you stopped visiting her when we adopted Dick" Bruce said in a semi sarcastic semi serious voice.

Christine shot a glare to her husband, " I'm glad you find the destruction of my relationship with my daughter funny Bruce, I really do."

Bruce sighs from where he's standing, " I don't find it amusing one bit, but Christine you have to admit this situation is your fault."

"I know it is! Believe me I know" Christine shouts, " These last few months, all I've been reminded is that it's my fault!"

"But where is your accountability?" Bruce asks, " I don't hold what you did against you because it's not my place. The kids don't because quite frankly, this hasn't affected them except for Cassie who thinks you're replacing her, and Damian, who sees you sad and believes Y/n is the sole cause of it."

Christine sighs, the few months you have been in the home, she has noticed Cassie's jealousy towards you and the resentment for the situation. She's done her best to reassure her that she has enough love for the two of you girls, but she still insisted on being as far away from you as possible. Damian...Damian is young and perceptive but difficult so she isn't so worried about him.

"If Y/n just spent time with them--"

"It isn't her responsibility to reassure your children that she isn't taking you away from them. Hell Christine, it isn't her responsibility to make anything easier for you." Bruce says impatiently, " I have been holding my tongue because you're my wife above anything and I am on your side. But being a husband and on your side means that I have a responsibility to tell you when you are wrong."

"Then tell me Bruce, tell me what I'm doing wrong. Please beacause every move I make, I just mess things up." Christine cries, genuienly asking for her husbands help

Bruce looks Christine in the eye, " Well first, you have to stop forcing your motherhood on that poor girl"

He holds a hand up before Christine can say anything, " I know that biologically you are her mother, but you know as well as I do that biological relation has no meaning."

Christine nods, allowing Bruce to continue

"The child you knew is not the young lady you want to get to know." Bruce says sternly, " She has life experiences that you were not a part of, and most of all she's not looking for a mother, Christine she has one. It's just not you."

Christine bursts into tears, the weight of that statement hitting her heart. Bruce gathers her in his arms.

"You need to get to know Y/n not as the child you left behind but as Y/n. That's what all of us need to do."

Christine weeps silently in her husbands chest, truly absorbing his words.

She knows he's right. He usually is.

But it hurts her. She truly has to acknowledge the one thing she has ever been ashamed about. The one thing that she has been repressing and repressing all these years.

That she abandoned you.

She abandoned you. She abandoned you when you were six and she didn't show up to the mothers day dance.

She abandoned you when you were eight and she promise dthat she would take you to get your ears pierced and she didn't show up because of a phone call.

And she abandoned you when you were nine, and she adopted Dick.

"What I don't think I understand is why?" Bruce asked quietly.

All these years, she said it was because she was needed more at the manor rather than in New York. But why did she really?

"Why?" Christine repeats quietly, " I..."

Why did she? What on earth possessed her to do the one thing she promised she'd never do the day you were born.

"I don't know." She says, " I.. spent years, hiding this huge secret from you. Years taking back and forth trips from here to New York, pretending she didn't exist or pretending like you didn't. I just..."

Bruce hums, urging her to continue

" And seeing the disappointment every time I left and didn't take her or disappointment from Tony that I didn't choose them. " She teared up, she hadn't even thought about the pain she put that man through, " Then it was the disappointment from Dick everytime I left. It got too.."

"Too hard." Bruce finished for Christine,

" Yeah," Christine sighed, " I just wanted to stop all the lying and the double lives, but by the time it became too much...it was too deep and I was scared I'd lose it all."

Bruce stayed quiet holding his wife, "I would've hoped that you had enough faith in me to tell me"

Christine scoffed, " Please, do you really believe that at that time you would've forgiven me? Before Damian?"

Bruce sighed, " I guess not."

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As the conversation between Bruce and Christine went on, the kids were having one of their own.

"I don't understand what's so good about her anyway" Cass mumbles, " All she's done since she's been here is cause trouble"

"Yeah like any of us made Ma's life easy since we got here?" Jason spits back defending you, " Dick you didn't even talk to Ma because of your fight with Bruce, I died, Tim didn't even consider her a mother for years, Damian..is damian and hated her for months, plus is a product of Bruce cheating, and you Cass, you almost killed her before you became family."

Everyone stayed silent as Jason basically read them to filth.

"Why?" Damian asks quietly, " Why does everyone like that girl so much?"

"She's just had a hard go of it Damian, just like all of us." Dick said softly, " Think about how you felt when your mother stopped coming around. When you came here and didn't know anyone."

Damian stayed quiet.

"I know you love Mom, I do too" Dick continued, " But the hostility towards Y/n has to end. From all of us."

They stood quiet, letting the words sink in.

"I have been quite pleasant towards her actually" Jason said smugly

"Yeah cause you think with your dick and not your brain" Tim said smartly, only to receive a slap on the back of his head.

"That's my sister you fucking idiot" Jason says angrily.

Dick smiled, glad that at least one person was truly and genuinely on your side in this house, even if it's not him.

" How about we take her out?" Dick says, " Both her and Mom need some space, there's no point in her staying in that room all day and night."

Jason nods," Yeah, that's actually a good idea."

The two oldest sons rise, about to head to you room when Damian speaks up

"You won't find her there."

The boys pause and look at him

"What did you do to her you demon?" Jason says suspiciously

Damian rolls his eyes, " I've done nothing of the sort, but I saw her sneak out and leave in a taxi with an Indian man, a man in a red suit and unfortunate looking face, and a teenager in hello kitty sleeping pants."

Silence.

"Okay, if you're having a stroke please let me know so I can take you to the hospital." Tim said looking concerned.

Damian rolled his eyes again, " She left."

Jason was already barging into your room not even bothering to knock, seeing your room empty and the window open.

"Fuck."

Dick raced in after him seeing the empty room

"Well fuck."

They look at eachother, wondering who was going to tell their mother that you were gone but it was actually Damian that suggested

"Perhaps we should go after her? Mother and Father seemed rather preoccupied at the moment."

Jason looked at Dick and said, " She couldn't have gotten too far."

"Well, it has been a couple hours since she left." Damian adds

"Hours?!" Dick shouts, " Damian why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't like her." Damian rolls his eyes.

"Where's Y/n?" a voice asks

All heads turned to the doorway, seeing their father standing there.

"Um... about that."

"Find her, and you all better hope she's okay."

Everyone scrambled, either to put their suits on or to just make it out of the house.

He said that with his Batman voice.

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Back with you and the red team, as Wade took to calling you all, you all were eating burgers in the parking lot of the now closed burger joint.

" So are you going to tell us what happend or what?" Wade ask with food falling from his stuffed mouth.

You and Peter look on with disgust.

"What?" Wade asks, " Go on and tell us about your mommy issues."

You roll your eyes and look away, missing the look Peter gives to Wade for being to crass.

You get lost in thought, the argument still fresh on your mind.

It made you so angry.

Why? Why did she hide those emails?

The one thing you wanted most in this whole situation was to go home. You missed your father, your mother, the team. Your family.

Instead, she made you believe that your father just forgot about you and your family didn't miss you.

While you knew logically that was impossible, you still stood up late at night because of the doubts creeping in. You cried, longing to hear your father croon rock music while he was tinkering with something, or the soft voice of your mother as she handled some business. You missed the smell of the training room and the sound of Steve teasing whoever he chose to tourture train that day. You missed FRIDAY. The tech. Your life.

"What happened in there" Peter asked softly.

You maintain eye contact with him for about a second before looking away, feeling ashamed with your emotional state.

"I couldn't take it anymore" You said softly, "These people...they weren't... they weren't mean to me or anything but I didn't belong there."

You take a pause then continue, " It's like... I had no purpose there. You know? At home, I help dad with whatever he needs, I helped mom with the business, hell I could just take a step outside. But here? I'm either in my room or being snuck out by Jason for a few hours. I can't go into a room without killing the happy family vibe they have going on. I'm just..."

You choke up, the knot in your throat growing, "I'm just a reminder of the past. Of the life she didn't want."

Peter's eyes soften even more, he reached out a comforting hand.

"I have to be there, while she and her family are happy then I walk in and it's like I'm either a ghost or a pest." You cry tears falling from your eye, " I feel so unwanted. I've never felt this way in my life."

"Didn't your mom abandon you?" Wade asks, getting an elbow to the side by Dopinder.

That comment causes you to cry more, but before Peter can make a move Wade actually pulls you in a hug.

"Alright Alright" Wade says, " Look kid, obviously you're happy there, so how about we go find those asshole that are looking for you and take them out ourselves?"

You sniff and look up at him, " What?"

"Yeah. That's the whole reason you're here. So lets kill those motherfucker and you can go home and forget this shit hole of a city. Seriously it's disgusting here."

You chuckle wetly, " It is gross here. I thought New york was bad"

The four of you laugh, the mood finally lifting.

But good moments never last forever.

Peter's head jerks up, face shifting from amusement to concern

"Guys there's something wro-" Peter gets cut off.

"How about we make it easier for you, now you don't have to look for us." A voice says, you aren't able to see it before you feel Wades body jerk and suddenly there's a pain in your arm.

You look down and see a dart, and you're barely able to make out the blue and red dots on the building across the street before darkness consumes you and you hit the ground.

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Christmas at the Compound

Avengers x reader

Summary: Avengers x reader Christmas head cannons because I am a sucker for the found family trope.

a/n: I tried to get this up before christmas but totally spaced it, so… tale it as a christmas morning gift! I tried to make it as age neutral as possible, so it could totally be teen!reader or not.

The holidays are a tough time for the Avengers.

Most of them have lost family members or friends, and the idea of celebrating anything is extremely difficult.

Tony especially - he always gets gloomy around the Holidays.

He always says something along the lines of, "I don't actually care about this, but its social convention."

But secretly he cares a lot.

He overcompensates for his lack of affection throughout the year by buying everyone the expensive gifts he knows they want but could never justify spending on themselves.

At surface level, it just seems like “oh rich guy is spending rich guy money”

But they’re actually really thoughtful gifts

Like last year, he got Peter a new laptop for school.

He bought Bucky new and thick clothes since all of his were old and worn.

He upgraded Clints cellular data so he could talk to his family anywhere.

Things like that.

Sam and Rhodey take one for the team and string the christmas lights on the tower

“It’s too cold for this.” Sam would complain, the sharp wind nipping at his cheeks as he flew from one end of the building to the other, lights in tow.

“Come one man, where’s your christmas spirit?” Rhodey would laugh

“I’m just doing this so stark’s power bill goes up.”

it really was worth it seeing the tower lit up top to bottom though

Wanda LIVES for commercialized American Christmas

"We have to make gingerbread houses and go to Rockefeller to see the Christmas tree and we have to go out to the snow and go sledding-"

She demands family Christmas photos be taken, even though you don't really have anyone to send them to.

This years theme was christmas pjs

Which lead to a few very interesting viral videos of the avengers in an Old Navy

“Tony come on the reindeer ones are cute!”

“Bruce. A man can not hold onto his masculinity while wearing pjs with dancing reindeer.”

Natasha gets tired of the bellyaching and bickering and makes the final decision

She grabs everyone’s size in the Reindeer pjs and marches to the front of the store

After snagging Tony’s credit card, of course.

Actually taking the picture is a whole other ball game, but that’s a story for another day

Thor has a hard time with the idea of Santa

You try to explain it to him, but it doesn’t seem to help

“So a fat man breaks into the safety of your home late into the night… and you let it happen because he comes baring gifts?”

“Well… yeah.”

“But only to nice children. That he stalks throughout the year.”

“He doesn’t stalk the children he just…”

“Hm.” He squints. “what about the naughty children?”

“They don’t get any presents.”

“OR,” Wanda interjects, “Krampus comes to get them.”

“Is that another fat man in a red disguise?”

“No. He’s a demon sent from hell to eat them.”

Thor nods in approval. “Ah. That’s much more asgardian. A fair reward system for the youth!”

You stare at him. “So… you’re okay with Krampus but not Santa?”

“Well I think they work together well, like a team. Like us!”

“I… I guess…”

Decorating the tree was an all night event

You would help happy bring up what felt like hundreds of boxes of christmas decorations

The tree itself was about 15 feet tall, because it wouldn’t be a holiday at the compound if you guys weren’t extra

It was placed in the living space, right next to a huge wall of windows so all of New York could see your festivity

it had to be decorated to the nines to pass Wanda’s inspection

Not a bare branch

Theres tinsel, ribbons, colorful lights, and hundreds of ornaments

But of course, ladders were a no go

You guys liked a challenge

To reach the higher branches, you and Natasha would stand on Steve and Buckys shoulders

And I mean stand

Not sit

It was a thrilling balancing game

You trusted them to catch you if you fell, but you still had to try to avoid it at all costs to save the tree from certain destruction

Peter would dangle from the ceiling, crawling around to hang ornaments toward the very top

Both of these acts nearly gave Bruce and Vision a heart attack

“CAP, you’re moving to fast shes gunna lose balance-“

“Bruce, please take a breath.”

Meanwhile Thor is getting distracted by all the ornaments and forgetting to actually hang them up

“This one’s a little man of snow! How silly!”

Speaking of ornaments

You all have an ornament of yourself on the tree

Or, your super hero alias at least

There’s a tiny black widow, a little iron man, a bity baby hulk, so on and so forth

Tony always demands his be the highest up on the tree to fuel his god complex

Drawing names out of a hat to see who got to put the star on top of the tree

(except you guys would always rig it behind Wanda’s back, only putting her name in the hat)

She would always protest, insisting to let someone else do it this year, but you guys never relented

So with a big cheesy grin on her face, she would use her magic to delicately place the star on the tippy top

You would think Natasha wouldn’t want to see the Nutcracker Ballet after her time in the red room

But it makes her so happy to see dancing as an art form instead of a way to brainwash young girls

She drags you, Clint, Wanda, and whoever else wants to tag along every year

She even splurges on front row seats

You look over and see her eyes glittering while she watches every turn, leap, and stunt intently

Leaving the theater, she’ll walk on her toes and do a few turns, encouraging you to try as well.

She ends up cackling watching you trip and stumble

“We’ll work on it.”

Can you IMAGINE the ginger bread making contest???

You’re all huddled around the long dining room table with christmas music playing

Theres Clint and Natasha, who just make the classic gingerbread house, no fancy bells or whistles.

Then there’s Bruce,Tony, and Peter who are going absolutely wild building gingerbread sky scrapers and gingerbread hotels.

“Mr. Stark look, I made a working elevator!”

Bruce puts an electric system (fairy lights) through his

Steve and Bucky rebuild their childhood homes

Wanda is going all out, delicately hand placing every candy and covering the whole thing in edible glitter

Visions is pretty similar, but more sleek and modern than Wanda’s

And then there’s Thor, who’s totally missing the point and just DUMPING everything on top

“Hey Peter, I think yours is missing something.”

You string a long thread of white rope candy from his structure to yours.

“Webs!”

“You know… we can probably make a web-like consistency with some starch and frosting…”

That becomes a whole sticky project, but you eventually get it to work, connecting everyone’s gingerbread houses with icing webs

Steve and Bucky are TOTALLY participating in the classic christmas traditions they grew up on.

They sit quietly together in the living room, making paper chains and stringing popcorn

“Do you mind if I join you guys?”

they smile gently. “Of course not.”

You sit crisscross in front of the couch while they teach you

They tell you stories of christmases long, long ago, which feels kinda silly considering they’re talking like grandpas while not appearing much older than you

On Christmas eve, you’re all there except for Clint, who went home to his family

Youre all dressed in your pajamas from the christmas card

You make hot coco and cider

Wanda pops in some old vhs tapes and you watch the classics late into the night

“Alright you nutcrackers,” tony would say around midnight. “I know you want to stay up and catch Santa, but he’s not coming if you all stay awake.”

he really just wanted to go to bed

He sauntered off, calling for lights out.

Most of the boys wandered away to their rooms, leaving you, Wanda, Nat and Thor not quite ready for sleep.

“So,” you ask, taking a sip of coco, “Do you guys think we’re on the naughty list?”

Natasha Chuckled. “I’m not sure. Does beating people up count as naughty if you’re taking down the bad guys?”

Thor set his mug down on the coffee table, the bells on his sweater jingling. “Do not fear ladies, I will catch that nasty Krampus if he comes in to devour your soul. I believe you were doing the right thing.”

You all laughed, thinking he was joking. But he just stared at you.

“Thor… you realize Krampus and Santa aren’t… real?” Wanda asked.

He had a hard time swallowing that.

He ended up sleeping on the couch “just in case”

you woke up at 3 am to a loud clattering coming from the living room

You decided to check it out against your better judgement

There was Thor. Hammer in one hand, cookie in another.

Down the hall toward the elevator was a completely destroyed life-size nutcracker.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I thought I heard something by the elevator.”

“Congratulations. You murdered the Nutcracker.”

“I feared he was an accomplice of the holiday demon.”

“He’s been there for weeks!”

“He could have been a spy. Or possessed.”

“Goodnight Thor.”

Christmas Morning finally arrived

Everyone was sleeping soundly in their beds

Until Sam decided to be a little shit and wake everyone up at 7 am

He pounded on every. single. bedroom door.

“Y/NNNN. SANTA CAME TO TOWNNNNN.” he sing-songed

“No he didn’t.” You grumbled. “Thor killed him.”

“… I don’t know what that means.”

You all stumble out into the living room

Natasha took the time to actually run a brush through her hair and do her morning skincare

You and wanda were far too excited and skipped over that completely, barely remembering to brush your teeth

Tony looked the roughest - he had a silk robe draped over his pjs and looked like he was just awakened from a coma

Essentially, everyone was a little disheveled

Vision made everyone coffee before you started the gift exchange

You all sat around the coffee table in a circle so everyone could see each other

Bruce and Steve passed out the gifts from under the tree

it took a solid few minutes, there was a MOUNTAIN of presents

You went one at a time opening gifts

Some people think this is awkward, but you felt it was more genuine

this way, everyone can see the gift and the joy on the receivers face

as well as a million “thank you”s

It also gave time for the giver to explain why they chose the gift they did, whether it be something they remembered you said you wanted, something they knew you needed, or even just a simple “this made me think of you”

In the end, you loved all your gifts

And everyone loved what you got for them

But mostly, you were just happy to spend the holiday with your family

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when will people stop writing so much smut 😭 like all i want is to read cute fluffy things, and all that shows up is smut 😭😭

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we collectively as a society have failed with the lack of seth cohen fics. like I need that man so bad. If I could write I would. someone please fill this need in me.

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𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 The Marvel cast x Org teen femreader!

Part 1: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Summary: ❝Rhiannon Hart's life as she used to know it was about to change. She was a young actress in progress from a small town in Minnesota playing small roles from a very young age, After months of her latest project, Rhiannon thought she would continue with her daily routine, concentrating on her studies and resting. Until her representative gets her an audition with Marvel Studios, for a new character. After her audition, Rhiannon didn't believe she could be selected to play the new character, until Kevin Faige contacts her to give her the good news...❞

Part 1 of a series. Words: 1.661 Warnings: Angs, fluffy, silly things. Bad parents. A lovely and supporting grandma. She is just a girl wanting to be something in her life. This fics is was created for fun, nothing serious, also this fics is set in 2015, before the filming of Captain America: Civil War.

Autor's note: Hi! English is not my first language, and I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, you may find translation errors since I have little knowledge of English and mostly use Google Translate. I was also planning to move the fanfic to A03, but maybe I'll do it later. It's a little short ,but i'm gonna try to do the next chapter a little longer.

Hope you like it!

Rihannon knew the process of every audition she had ever had in her life, each audition had led her to have a small role as an extra character who only appeared for a few minutes, or a secondary character who only appeared for a short period of time in several series or films, whether they are films on the small screen or recognized TV series.

But no audition compared to the one she was going to have right now.

It's not every day that your agent gets you an audition to play a new character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Not much was known about the new character, apart from confirming that it was going to be a female character, the mysterious announcement about the casting for that new character had been announced the same day that Marvel confirmed that they had opened casting for a new Spider-Man interpreter, and that excited all the fans including rhiannon.

It had been confirmed that the new mysterious character and Spider-Man would have to be close to adolescence and that they would be something like a duo, a friendship that would form unexpectedly and not at all romantic, just platonic.

And that drove the fans crazy, forming theories about whether he was Black Cat or some villain or antihero from the Spider-Man universe.

But many fans corrected them by saying that the mysterious character could be a friend of Spider-Man and Peter Parker, based on what Marvel Studios announced.

Everyone had their suspicions and theories, and yet weeks after its announcement, Marvel still did not reveal anything.

Wiping the sweat from her hands on her flannel shirt, Rihannon stood in front of the door of the large building in front of her, her head unable to question herself and create scenarios of what could go wrong at her audition.

She loved his job, she loved the world of art and acting, but she never imagined auditioning for one of the largest film companies in the world. There was a second when she thought about leaving and not attending the audition.

But she couldn't.

Not after how hard her representative fought to get her an audition, knowing how much Rihannon loved the Marvel universe and her dream of being part of the Marvel family one day.

She couldn't disappoint her representative, neither her grandmother, and much less herself, she had worked very hard to get to where she was, it would just be one more audition, just like the other auditions she had had in the past.

Right?

Ignoring the small mess of nerves building up in her stomach, she took courage and opened the door to enter the large building, she stopped for a second to admire her surroundings, noticing the walls decorated with giant paintings from Marvel movies, several statues of the more iconic characters, she continued admiring until her bluish eyes found the silhouette of a woman sitting behind a desk.

Knowing that it was the receptionist, she grabbed the strap of her backpack and walked quickly towards the woman, feeling her nerves eating away at her for a moment.

Upon being in front of her, the receptionist, sensing a presence, looked away from her computer screen, and looked curiously at the young woman with blonde, curly hair, almost impressed by the deep blue color of her eyes, noticing her shy aura smiled kindly at the young teenager, rihannon returned the smile shyly.

━━Hello sweetie, how can I help you?━━She asked softly, Rihannon opened her mouth and closed it instantly when she felt nervous.

━━I-I, uh… I came for an audition, with Mr. and Mrs. Russo. My name is Rihannon Hart━━She spoke quickly, feeling her cheeks heat at her stutter. But that didn't seem to bother the woman, who just smiled sweetly and nodded.

━━Of course, you're on time. If you allow me, I'll make a call to notify the auditioners━━━At her words, the girl quickly nodded, letting the brown-haired woman do her job.

She stepped back from the desk a little while watching the receptionist pick up the phone and dial a number.

━━Hello, sir? Miss Rihannon Hart has arrived for her audition, should I tell her to wait in the room or…? Great, I'll tell her. See you later sir━━When she hung up, the receptionist smiled at her as she got up from her seat━━Mr. Russo said that you can come and audition now. I'll guide her to the audition room━━She speaks, Rihannon nodded following the woman from behind.

On her short walk to the elevator, Rihannon began to play with the rings that surrounded her fingers in an attempt to distract her nerves. On the one hand she was nervous at the idea of ​​giving a bad impression to the directors and on the other hand she was relieved to Having memorized the entire dialogue of her script, she had been day and night reviewing each word and practicing her lines with her grandmother that she was sure she would do well.

Well, her grandmother and representative were in charge of letting her know that she would do it well.

She was so deep in thought that if it weren't for the kind woman at the reception, she wouldn't realize that they had already reached the door of the audition room.

As soon as she opened the door, Rihannon followed her, from her place she could see the Russo brothers and Kevin Faige himself talking to each other, and she felt the tingling in her stomach reappear.

━━━Gentlemen, Miss Hart has arrived for her audition━━━The receptionist's voice caught the attention of the three men, as Rihannon saw them approach, a small smile formed on her lips.

━━Hello, a pleasure to meet you━━She said with a small smile and stretched out his hand towards them.

Both directors and the executive director smiled instantly, from her place Rihannon could see a small shine in the eyes of the three men in front of them, she avoided furrowing her eyebrows at the emotion in their eyes.

Anthony Russo was the first to shake his hand with hers, sporting a smiling smile.

━━━The pleasure is ours, miss hart. Your agent has told us a lot about you━━He commented almost excitedly when he had her in front of them, Joe and Kevin Feige nodded at his words.

━━I hope for good things━━She spoke in an attempt to joke, which made the three men laugh. Kevin Faige nodded without removing his smile.

“I promise you it was, Miss Hart,” he assured, earning a genuine smile from the girl.

━━Is it okay if we start with the audition? You can take a few minutes if you want━━Rihannon quickly denied before speaking.

━━No, I think I'm fine. But you can call me rihannon, of course if you don't mind━━She said.

━━Of course. I guess, Rihannon, you've already read the script━━Seeing her nod, Anthony Russo smiled with his brother━━Great, we'll guide you to where the test will be done.━━Obeying the directors, Rihannon said goodbye to the receptionist and smiled at the Seeing her murmurs a soft "good luck" with her two thumbs up.

━━So miss hart, your agent, alice. You told us about your latest work in Teen Wolf, right?━━In response to Feige's question, Rihannon smiled and nodded, remembering with adoration her participation in her favorite series.

━━Yes, my participation was short, but I enjoyed the experience━━She responded softly with a smile. Feige and the brothers looked at each other and smiled.

━━One of my daughters loves that series, and I must admit that they adore her character in the series━━Joe commented, making a small shine appear in the young actress's blue eyes.

━━Really? I'm glad that your daughter liked it━━A smile took over her when she knew that one of the director's daughters liked her performance in the series

She did not often hear adulation about her participation in Teen Wolf, given that her character only appeared for three episodes and then did not appear again. She had played a girl who was the daughter of a retired werewolf hunter, who saved Derek Hale of an enemy shooting him with a shotgun and joining the pack for a short time, her colleagues and director of the series had congratulated her for her work, and her skills in the few stunts she had performed at the time.

Her grandmother was the most excited to see her granddaughter in the series, as was her friend Lucy, but no one other than the two of them congratulated her except for a few classmates from her school.

Upon arriving at the testing area, Rihannon allowed herself to admire the place, observing in detail the black walls, the lights that hung from the ceiling and the lamps that surrounded the small recording set, in front of the set there was a camera and three seats , in which she assumed the brothers russo and kevin feige would be sitting.

Seeing the young woman admiring the set, the CEO approached her.

━━You can leave your backpack there, if you want. We'll start in a few minutes━━He pointed to one of the empty chairs not far from where they were, with a small nod, Rihannon thanked him with a small smile and walked away to rest his backpack on the chair.

After a few minutes, Rihannon was in front of the camera - still off - while the makeup artist finished her work before she could perform her audition.

━━Forgive me for saying this, but you look like a badass Barbie━━At the comment of the makeup artist, named Ruth, Rihannon let out a small laugh as she felt the corner of her lips rise upward.

━━Thank you?━━She dubiously acknowledged his compliment with a small smile on her face. When she finished, Ruth said goodbye to her with a small smile and wished her good luck.

━━Are you ready, Rihannon?━━Listening to one of the Russo brothers, Rihannon took a deep breath and then nodded.━━Great, the camera is already on and will start recording in 3…2…1━ ━━Seeing the red light of the camera, the teenager looked forward, feeling her facial expression become serious.

The first dialogue was heard through the voice of Kevin Faige.

And that dialogue would only be the beginning of everything.

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✨Prompt List✨

Hello my darling readers! I’ve decided to do a prompt list/writing challenge for myself with your help! Choose any of these 50 prompts (or leave one of your own), mix and match, and comment or leave an ask in my ask box! It can be any of these listed characters below. I will write NSFW 18+, but it depends on the content requested. I tend to write Fem!reader, but I can always substitute! Please don’t be afraid to reach out with your requests!

Disclaimer: I literally compiled this from many different Pinterest lists that I liked so most of them are from other lists that I went “ohhh that’s nice, I like that” and added to this one. Credit to those out there on the internet and their genius ideas.

💕Characters💕

The walking Dead

- Daryl Dixon

Teen Wolf

- Scott McCall

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Stiles Stilinski

Marvel

- Bucky Barnes

- Loki Laufeyson

- Thor Odinson

- Steve Rogers

- Peter Parker (Tom or Andrew)

Vampire Diaries

- Elijah Mikaelson

- Damon Salvatore

- Kai Parker

Supernatural

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

- Castiel

👀 Tropes👀

Dads best friend

Enemies to lovers

Hurt/comfort

One bed

Fake dating

Bodyguard

Grumpy/sunshine

Secret dating

In love with the enemy

Forced proximity

Near death/injured

Soulmates

Age gap

Second chance

Love triangle

Stalker

Serial killer

Blackmail

One night stand

Marriage pact

Pen pals

🫶🏻Prompts 🫶🏻

“You think I’m going to leave you here?”

“You don’t deserve this… me.”

“You look pretty like this.”

“That’s my fucking Wife!”

“You really don’t know how much I love you?”

“ I like her. Like, really like her. But… she scares me a little.”

“Who made you the leader?”

“Im not pissed, this is just my face.”

“This thing we’ve got going on, it’s so much more than it ever used to be.”

“Why am I always your second option?”

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Why wouldn’t I save you?”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Do you ever mean the things you say?”

“What are we?” “I… I’m not sure.”

“I’ll feel so much better if you let me walk you home.”

“It is my duty to take care of you, so stop forcing me away.”

“Why can’t you see what’s right in front of you?”

“Shh. Stop fussing, I’m braiding your hair.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“Your bedhead is really cute.”

“Stop acting like you’re in love with me. I might actually start believing it.”

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

“Your parents/friends hate me. You do know that right?”

“My Ex won’t leave me alone, okay? I’m in desperate need of a diversion.”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“I just want to be yours.”

“Nothing will take me from you.”

“When you love something, you protect it.”

“Can’t you go just five minutes without messing something up?”

“Dance with me?”

“Don’t… Don’t leave. Please.”

“I don’t know you anymore.”

“Can you keep holding my hand?”

“I think you’d look cuter with me.”

“I see the way you look at them.”

“I can be good, just give me another chance.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Me? As in…me?”

“You chose her.”

“How is it fair that when you protect people, you’re the hero, but when I protect people, I’m the monster?"

“I paid the price no one else was willing to pay.”

“Of all the people I had to be stuck in an elevator with, it had to be you.”

“Why is there a magic portal in the bathroom?”

“I dare you to kiss them.”

“Oh, you’re still alive?”

“I love you.” “That’s a bad life decision.”

“Please be quiet. I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.”

“Interrupt my reading one more time, and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

[youre-amazing-say-it]

The Truth We Unveil

Pairing: Peter Parker x OC, Tony Stark x OC, Bucky Barnes x OC, Steve Rogers x OC, Natasha Romanoff x OC

Warning: Emotional abuse, manipulation, OC;s mother is a bitch, physical violence to OC, Bucky stops OC.s mom with his arm, panic attack, arrest

Word Count: 3.8 k

The drive to Stark Tower was suffocatingly silent, punctuated only by Anne’s barbed pronouncements. "Sit up straight," she snapped, her hand reaching out to adjust Carrie’s collar with a force that belied the simple gesture. "You can't show up looking like a mess." Carrie’s hands twisted in her lap, a knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach. The only solace was the knowledge that Peter would be there. His presence was a balm, a reminder of normalcy in a world constantly tilted on its axis. He’d be her shield, her buffer against her mother's relentless criticism.

“And I expect you to stay quiet,” Anne continued, her voice laced with a saccharine venom. “This isn’t the time for your… interruptions. Or anything dramatic.” The car stopped at a red light, but Anne’s gaze remained fixed on Carrie, a palpable weight that made her shrink in her seat. “Remember,” Anne’s voice dropped to a stage whisper, sharp as a shard of glass, “one wrong move, and we’re leaving. Got it?”

“Yes, Mom,” Carrie murmured, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Resignation warred with the fear churning inside her. As the light changed and the car surged forward, Stark Tower loomed larger, a gleaming monolith of all the expectations that awaited her within.

The dining room at Stark Tower was breathtaking. Expansive windows offered a panoramic view of the city lights, while strategically placed lighting cast a warm glow over the scene. Anne, in a figure-hugging black dress, her face meticulously made up, wore a smile that was as bright and brittle as ice. Tony Stark, a whirlwind of charisma, was already engaged in conversation when they entered.

“Mr. Stark,” Anne purred, extending a hand. “Such a lovely invitation.” Tony raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his smile polite but distant. “Please, call me Tony.” Carrie sat quietly beside her mother, the dark green of her dress feeling suddenly too severe. She took a small comfort in the memory of Peter’s earlier compliment. "You look great," he’d whispered, his warm smile a flicker of reassurance in the storm brewing around her.

Dinner began, and Anne, true to form, monopolized the conversation. “The CEO called me personally,” she announced, her diamond bracelet flashing as she gestured. “Said my investment strategy was precisely what Morgan Stanley needed—”

“Speaking of strategy,” Tony interrupted smoothly, turning to Carrie, “I hear you cracked that efficiency problem in the lab. The one everyone said was impossible?” Anne’s carefully constructed smile faltered. “Oh, Carrie just tinkers with her little experiments,” she dismissed airily. “Now, as I was saying about my meeting with the board—”

“Actually,” Carrie ventured, emboldened by a subtle nod of encouragement from Bucky Barnes, who sat across the table, “we found a way to reduce power consumption by integrating a new neural—”

“Sweetie,” Anne’s laugh was brittle, “nobody wants to hear about all that technical jargon. As I was telling the executive team—”

“I do,” Natasha Romanoff interjected, her gaze pinning Anne with laser precision. “It sounds fascinating.”

“Please,” Anne scoffed, examining her perfectly manicured nails. “Let’s discuss something more… sophisticated. Real business, not student projects.”

“The neural interface design,” Carrie pressed on, Bucky's quiet support giving her strength, “if we adjust the response time—”

“Carrie, dear,” Anne’s voice dripped with condescension, “the grown-ups are talking.”

“Actually,” Tony leaned in, his usual playful demeanor replaced by genuine curiosity, “I’d be very interested to hear more about this interface. It could revolutionize how we power the entire tower.”

“Oh, Tony,” Anne sighed dramatically, “you might want to reconsider. Some of us are built for success, and others…” she trailed off, casting a pointedly pitying glance at Carrie, “…well, they’re better off dreaming.”

“Funny thing about reconsidering,” Bucky’s voice dropped to a low, dangerous rumble, the faint whir of his prosthetic arm almost audible, “makes you think about all sorts of things. Like how some mothers—”

“Hey,” Steve Rogers interrupted sharply, shooting Bucky a warning look before turning to Tony with a forced casualness. “Tony, didn’t you mention something about that new training facility? The one with the advanced simulation room?”

The tension in the air crackled, thick and heavy, before Tony caught on. “Right, yes! We’ve incorporated some fascinating new tech…” He launched into a detailed explanation, while Bucky sat back, his jaw tight, a silent storm gathering behind his eyes.

Once the conversation had shifted and dessert was served, Tony straightened his tie and addressed Carrie directly. "You know, Carrie," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "I've seen a lot of brilliant minds come through my labs. But what you've done here—finding solutions where everyone else saw dead ends—that's special. That's the kind of thinking we need at Stark Industries." He paused, a genuine smile finally breaking through. "How would you like to join us as our newest intern?"

"YES!" Carrie blurted out, the word escaping before she could stop it. She immediately shrank back in her chair, cheeks burning with a sudden rush of shyness.

Anne's carefully composed facade crumbled. "Absolutely not."

"And why not?" Tony asked, his voice laced with the kind of easy confidence that could unsettle even the most powerful individuals. He leaned back, observing Anne with a detached curiosity, as if she were a particularly perplexing puzzle.

“She’s not prepared. She can barely handle her current coursework,” Anne began, pointedly ignoring Natasha’s quiet scoff. “Her grades aren't perfect—that B+ in French was embarrassing enough. She needs to focus on her regular studies, not waste time with these… experiments.”

"You know, I failed French too," Tony quipped, a trademark smirk playing on his lips. "Didn't stop me from revolutionizing clean energy." But Anne, undeterred, plowed ahead.

"The commute would be impossible. And I need her at home. Someone has to help maintain the house."

"Interesting priorities," Natasha remarked, her smile sharp as a knife. "The house matters more than her future?"

"And she's not emotionally mature enough," Anne continued, her polished veneer beginning to crack. "She's scattered, unfocused, always daydreaming about these ridiculous inventions instead of focusing on practical matters. And her social skills—"

“Like talking over people?” Bucky muttered, the rhythmic tap of his metal fingers against his glass a counterpoint to Anne’s diatribe.

"—need serious work. Really, Tony, she’s just not Stark Industries material."

That was the breaking point. Carrie’s carefully maintained composure shattered, tears silently tracking down her cheeks. Her hands trembled against the pristine white tablecloth, the napkin between her fingers twisting and turning in a silent plea for escape.

Anne didn’t miss a beat. She laughed, a sharp, dismissive sound. "Ugh, always so dramatic," she muttered, taking a deliberate sip of her wine, pinky finger held aloft with practiced elegance. "It's clearly time for us to go."

"No."

The word was barely audible, yet it reverberated through the room like a gunshot. Anne’s hand froze, her crystal wine glass suspended halfway to the table.

"What did you just say?" Her voice dropped to that chillingly quiet tone that Carrie knew all too well.

Carrie's chin lifted slightly, tears still flowing, but a spark of defiance flickered in her eyes. "No, Mom. I… I want to do the internship."

The transformation in Anne was instantaneous and terrifying. Her social mask shattered, revealing the raw, ugly anger beneath. "After everything I've done for you? Everything I've sacrificed?"

"Mrs. Mitchell," Tony interjected, his casual tone a thin veil over the steel in his gaze. "Perhaps we should—"

"No, you don't get to interrupt," Anne snarled, whirling on him before turning back to Carrie. "I've given you everything. EVERYTHING! And this is how you repay me? By embarrassing me in front of everyone?"

"That's enough," Steve's voice, low and resonant, held the unmistakable ring of command.

"You need to listen to me!" Anne's voice rose, edged with hysteria. "I'm the only one who truly knows what's best for you! I'm the only one who's ever cared enough to guide you—"

Natasha’s warning was glacial. “I suggest you stop talking.”

“YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Anne shrieked, all pretense of composure gone. “I am her MOTHER! I have sacrificed my entire life for her, and this is the thanks I get? Disobedience? Disrespect?”

It happened in a flash. Anne lunged, her manicured fingers clamping around Carrie’s arm like a vise. The sleeve of Carrie’s blouse rode up, revealing a mottled pattern of yellowing bruises. As Carrie tried to pull away, Anne’s other hand lashed out, nails like polished claws.

“Security,” Tony’s voice sliced through the pandemonium, his hand already reaching for his phone. His other hand gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. “Conference Room B, now.”

Natasha moved with the fluid grace of a trained assassin, inserting herself between Anne and Carrie. Not fighting, but blocking—a practiced shield against violence. “Let her go,” she commanded, her voice calm but edged with steel.

Steve pushed back from the table, his imposing presence radiating authority. “Mrs. Mitchell,” he said, his tone brooking no argument, “remove your hand from your daughter. Now.”

But Bucky was faster. His movements were precise, controlled—the honed reflexes of a soldier trained to disarm and de-escalate. One hand firmly detached Anne’s grip from Carrie’s arm, while the other guided her back, using her own momentum against her. Anne stumbled, catching herself against the table as wine glasses teetered precariously, one tipping over to spill a crimson stain across the pristine white tablecloth.

“Touch her again,” Bucky said, his voice low and menacing as he positioned himself protectively between mother and daughter, “and assault charges will be the least of your problems.”

Security arrived, their hurried footsteps echoing in the hallway, but Carrie was oblivious. A wave of familiar panic washed over her, constricting her chest, stealing her breath. Her chair clattered against the floor as she stumbled back, someone’s voice calling her name a distant echo in the roaring in her ears. The instinct to flee overwhelmed her.

She ran, the sleek, futuristic corridors of Stark Tower a blur. Spotting a conference room with its door slightly ajar, she slipped inside, instinctively seeking the furthest corner, her back pressed hard against the cool wall – a reflex honed by years of trying to disappear. Breath hitched in her throat; coherent thought was impossible. Her mother’s venomous whispers echoed in her mind: ungrateful, embarrassing, disappointment.

The soft click of the automatic lock was a small, hollow sound in the sudden silence. A calm, disembodied voice, the tower’s AI, resonated from the intercom. “The room is secured, Miss Mitchell. Security has been notified.”

“Don’t—” Carrie choked out, the words fractured by ragged gasps as she slid down the wall, collapsing onto the floor. “Don’t let her in. Please.”

“Your mother is being detained by security,” the AI assured her. “Would you like me to—”

The AI’s voice faded into the white noise of her panic. Her chest ached, a crushing weight. The fluorescent lights pulsed, too bright, too sharp. Curled into a tight ball, forehead pressed against her knees, she sought the same desperate comfort she used to find hiding in her closet at home, a child seeking refuge from a storm she couldn’t understand. The phantom pressure of her mother’s grip lingered on her arm, a burning reminder of the bruises blooming beneath her skin.

A soft rapping at the door cut through the suffocating fear. "Carrie?" Bucky's voice, low and steady, was a lifeline in the roaring chaos of her mind. Gone was the sharp edge she'd heard moments before, replaced by a quiet understanding that resonated deep within her. "I know what it's like," he murmured, his voice barely audible through the thick door. "The panic. The tightness in your chest. The way the world shrinks down to nothing but the fear." A pause, heavy with unspoken shared experience. "I used to get them too. Still do, sometimes."

The faint shuffle of his weight shifting against the door was oddly comforting. "You don't have to talk," he continued, his voice a grounding presence. "Don't have to do anything. Just breathe, okay? Listen to my voice. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Slow it down. Nobody's coming in here unless you want them to. You're safe now."

The silence that followed was filled only by the erratic rhythm of Carrie's breathing, gradually slowing, evening out under the calming influence of Bucky’s words. As the terror began to recede, leaving a bone-deep exhaustion in its wake, a fragile thread of voice returned.

"Bucky?" she whispered, the sound thin and reedy. "Can you… can you come in?"

A beat of hesitation. "You sure, kid?"

"Yeah." Her voice cracked, the single syllable thick with unshed tears. "I just… I don't want to be alone."

The door clicked open, and Bucky slipped into the room, moving with a quiet grace that belied his imposing frame. He settled against the wall a few feet away, close enough to offer comfort, far enough to respect her space. The gentle clink of metal against the wall, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, were tangible anchors in the swirling disorientation of her fear.

"Will you be honest with me?" Carrie askedher fingers nervously twisting the hem of her sleeve, her gaze fixed on the intricate pattern of the carpet. "Like, brutally honest? No sugar-coating, ?"

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Bucky's lips. "Sugar-coating's never been my forte, kid."

"What's happening with my mom?" she finally asked, the words barely a breath.

Bucky shifted, the fluorescent lights glinting off his metal arm. "Right now? She's in conference room B with two security guards and Natasha. Tony's lawyers are already drafting paperwork – restraining order, assault charges, child abuse. Steve's making a call to CPS." He paused, his gaze searching hers, gauging her reaction. "She's gone, Carrie. For good."

Carrie wrapped her arms tighter around her knees, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes. "She'll find a way. She always does."

"Not this time.unwavering. "Your mom's used to being the biggest monster in your world. But tonight?" A dry, humorless laugh escaped him. "Tonight, she's up against Tony Stark's legal team, Natasha Romanoff's evidence gathering, and Steve Rogers' 'deeply disappointed dad' stare. And that's not even factoring in what I'll do if she comes within a hundred yards of you again" Bucky's voice was quiet but ."

A soft chuckle escaped Carrie's lips, a fragile sound that quickly faded into a quiet contemplation. "Did you… did you guys plan this? Tonight?"

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, a weary sigh escaping his lips. "Not exactly. Tony invited you both because of your work, your neural interface. But… we had our suspicions. We were watching, waiting for the right moment." He hesitated, then cleared his throat. "Can I ask you something now?"

Carrie nodded silently, her gaze still fixed on the floor.

"Are you still mad at Peter?"

Carrie stiffened, her body tensing. "For reporting on my mom?"

"For being a friend," Bucky corrected gently. "For caring enough to say something when he saw the bruises you tried to hide in the lab."

Carrie's fingers traced patterns on the carpet, her silence heavy with unspoken emotions. "He should have talked to me first."

"Would you have listened?" When she didn't answer, Bucky continued, his voice soft but firm. "Carrie, he saw you come into the lab day after day with bruises you tried to cover up. He saw you flinch when people moved too quickly. He heard the way you talked about your mother – or didn't talk about her. He knew something was wrong, and he couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

"I didn't know what to do," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"No, you didn't," Bucky agreed, his voice filled with a quiet understanding. "Because that's what abuse does. It isolates you. Makes you keep secrets. Makes you protect the person who's hurting you." He exhaled slowly. "Peter broke that cycle, Carrie. Not because he wanted to hurt you, but because he couldn't bear to watch someone he cared about suffer anymore."

"I…" Carrie's voice wavered. "I told him I hated him."

"He called himself worse," Bucky admitted softly. "But he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Because that's what real friends do. They save you, even when you don't want to be saved, even when you push them away."

Carrie hugged her knees tighter, burying her face. "What happens now? With school… everything? Mom paid the tuition…" Her voice trailed off, the unspoken question hanging heavy in the air.

The revealing Tony Stark, remarkably composed considering the recent upheaval. "About that," he began, hands casually tucked in his pockets, an air of effortless nonchalance radiating from him. "Did I forget to mention the internship comes with a suite? Right here in the tower. Oh, and full educational coverage – high school, college, probably a few PhDs if you’re inclined. Which, judging by your work, you should be.”door swung open,

Carrie stared, speechless, her mouth slightly agape.

"What?" Tony cocked an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You thought I'd let the mind behind that neural interface breakthrough scramble for tuition money? Please. I'm investing in the future. Yours, specifically."

"But…" Carrie stammered, her voice trembling. "You don't have to—"

Tony's demeanor softened, the playful facade momentarily dropping as he crouched down to meet her gaze. "Kid, let me tell you something. When I was your age, I had every resource imaginable, but no one truly in my corner. And look how I turned out." A self-deprecating smile played on his lips. "Imagine what someone like you could do with both."

"I don't want charity," she whispered, her gaze fixed on the carpet.

"Charity?" Tony chuckled, a genuine laugh escaping him. "Have you seen the schematics for your neural interface? That's not charity, that's pure self-interest. I want that brain working for Stark Industries for the next thirty years, minimum. The housing and education? That's just smart business." His expression turned serious. "But even if it wasn't – even if your work wasn't groundbreaking, which it is – you'd still have a place here. Because that’s what family does."

"Family?" Carrie echoed, the word catching in her throat.

Tony shifted uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, well," he mumbled, clearly not used to such earnest pronouncements. "Consider yourself stuck with us now. Me, Terminator over there," he gestured towards Bucky, "the whole circus. Speaking of which, Peter's probably worn a hole in the floor pacing, waiting to see you. Want me to send him in? Kid's been rehearsing his apology speech for weeks."

A genuine smile, the first of the evening, flickered across Carrie’s face. "He has?"

"Oh yeah," Tony grinned, rising to his feet. "Highly dramatic. Lots of 'I'm sorry' and 'please don't hate me' and 'I'll let you win at Mario Kart forever.'" He brushed imaginary dust off his pants. "So, what do you say? Ready to give the kid a break? See your new suite? Pepper might have gone a little overboard with the lab equipment, but honestly, who am I to judge?"

Peter’s entrance was tentative, a stark contrast to his usual exuberant energy. He hovered near the doorway, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "Hey," he murmured softly.

"Hey," Carrie replied, her voice equally subdued.

A charged silence hung between them, broken only when they both spoke at once.

"I'm so sorry—" "I didn't mean—"

They stopped abruptly, and for the first time that night, Carrie laughed, a genuine, unforced sound. Peter’s shoulders visibly relaxed.

"You first," he offered, sliding down to sit cross-legged near her.

"I didn't mean it," Carrie began, her voice thick with emotion. "When I said I hated you. I was just…"

"Scared?" Peter finished for her, his voice gentle. "Yeah, I know. Me too." He paused, his gaze falling to his hands. "I almost didn't say anything. But then… I saw that bruise on your arm last week, and I just… I couldn't…" His hands clenched in his lap.

"Thank you," Carrie whispered, her voice barely audible. "For not listening to me."

Peter's head snapped up, surprise evident in his eyes. A slow smile spread across his face. "So… we're okay?"

"Yeah," Carrie replied, a wobbly smile gracing her lips. "We're okay."

"Good," Natasha’s voice interjected from the doorway, startling them both. She entered the room with her usual fluid grace, leaning casually against a desk. "Because starting Monday, you're both training with me."

"Training?" Carrie asked, a note of apprehension in her voice.

"Self-defense," Natasha clarified. "Basic stuff. How to break a hold, how to fall safely, how to get away if someone grabs you." Her voice softened. "How to never feel helpless again."

"I…" Carrie hesitated. "I don't know if I can—"

"You can," Natasha stated firmly. "And you will. Three times a week, after school. Peter's already in the class."

"She's actually a really good teacher," Peter chimed in. "Like, terrifyingly good."

A ghost of a smile touched Natasha’s lips. "I'll take that as a compliment." She turned back to Carrie. "You don't have to decide right now. The offer's there when you're ready."

Carrie nodded slowly. "Can I… think about it?"

"Of course." Natasha pushed off from the desk. "For now, maybe you'd like to see your new room? Tony's practically vibrating with excitement to show you the lab setup."

"It's insane," Peter grinned, his usual enthusiasm returning. "Seriously insane. He put in one of those holo-projection tables and a whole robotics station—"

As Peter continued to excitedly describe the room, a hesitant sense of possibility began to bloom within Carrie. The fear hadn't vanished entirely—it lingered like a shadow, a reminder of the darkness she’d just escaped. But amidst the fear, a tiny spark of hope ignited. This wasn't healing, not yet. It was more like the first, unsteady step on a long, unfamiliar path. A path that might, just might, lead somewhere better.

Pushing herself up, surprised by the sudden strength in her legs, Carrie met Peter’s gaze. “Hey, Peter?” The words caught in her throat, a mix of nerves and newfound courage warring within her. “I… I haven’t given up on that neural interface design,” she finally managed, her voice still a little shaky. “I actually have a few new ideas.”

A flicker of uncertainty crossed Peter’s face, quickly replaced by a hopeful smile. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Carrie replied, a small, genuine smile gracing her lips, a glimmer of her old self resurfacing. “Think you could help me test them out sometime?”

Peter’s face broke into a wide grin. “Only if I get to name the first successful prototype,” he teased, his usual playful banter returning.

Carrie laughed, a genuine, unforced sound that echoed in the quiet room, chasing away the last vestiges of the fear. “Deal,” she agreed, a sense of anticipation, fragile yet real, taking root in her heart. Maybe, just maybe, this new beginning wouldn't be so terrifying after all.

[ynscrazylife]

could you write any fanfics or headcannons about the avengers doing family stuff? like going shopping altogether? with a the reader being the daughter of tony stark and something like y/n!stark x peter parker? just fluff

Domestic Avengers Would Include . . .

It would be difficult to get all the Avengers to go shopping at once but where there’s a will, there’s a way

The hardest to convince would probably be Natasha and Bucky but they love you, so they’d join you anyway

You and Wanda would take forever in the changing rooms (forcing Peter and Vision to hold all your stuff)

Thor would go straight for the food court, marveling at all the Midgardian food

Tony would probably go to any of the tech or expensive stores

Nat would browse and window shop with Steve and Bruce

Sam and Bucky would get into some fight and would nearly be kicked out

By the time you get to the court room, Thor would have all different kinds of food and candies

(Peter has to literally drag you away from the candy at a certain point)

I think this just goes to show that if you give them the chance, the Avengers are really a family and can be domestic

They all look after each other, but especially of you and Peter

Natasha, Wanda, and Carol are like older sisters/aunts, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Vision, and Clint are like uncles, and Sam and Bucky are like older brothers

Wanda always cooks. She and Pepper would teach you how to cook

The team all fight over Wanda’s cooking

At first, Steve tried to teach you how to drive

It did not work out

Next, Nat tried to teach you

(You nearly crashed into someone that day)

Finally, Bruce taught. He’s pretty chill so it worked out

The Avengers would also help you with homework. Nat has experience with helping Clint’s kids after-all

You go down to the lab to get Tony, Bruce, and Peter’s help for math

Steve and Bucky for history

Steve would def help with art (hc he’s an artist)

Carol would help with any space related classes like Astronomy

Vision would check your grammar and punctuation and spelling (he’d edit your essays)

GOING PROM SHOPPING WITH THE AVENGERS IS CHAOTIC

they all insist on seeing yours and Peter’s outfits and everyone has an opinion

(Your wedding day will be so much worse)

Wanda almost buries you with the amount of outfits she picks out

And they get so many freaking pictures

It’s a little insane how many pictures they insist on taking

“We need one of Peter opening the door.” “We need one of Y/N coming down the stairs.” ���Clint, you’re in the background, move!”

They send you off in a limo paid by Tony

You and Peter have such a sweet and fun night

They’d also definitely go to your graduation

Tony pulled some strings to get all the Avengers tickets but finding seats next to each other was a challenge

They clap and cheer the loudest

And take you out for the best ice cream

Okay okay but . . . Movie nights

Sam insists on popcorn from the movies, forcing Steve to go out and get a million bags of popcorn

Everyone takes turns choosing movies

(That backfires when Bruce chooses a nature documentary and everyone revolts)

BLANKET FORTS

SLEEPOVERS IN THE LIVING ROOM

(Which you have to force everyone to do)

Going out on the roof and Star gazing

Which means you had to force Tony and Bruce to build you a telescope

It’s worth it though

The Avengers just being the best, most supportive family you could ask for

THERES SO MUCH LOVE THERE

❤️❤️❤️

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

A Better Father (Loki X Stark!Son!Reader) *PARENTAL

Characters: Loki X Stark!Son!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Parental negligence, bad relationship with parent, mention of drugs and underage drinking

Request: could you do a tony x son!reader, in their live, tony was always cold to him (but eventually take him in with pepper) and then Peter Parker show up and take that away, Loki see him in reader (like with odin and how he treat Loki and Thor) and decide to adopt him, teach him magic, reader happy again 😊.

Notes: I wrote this and completely forgot it's meant to be male!reader until it came time to post- I think I've corrected it, but if you spot I've accidentally used the wrong pronouns please let me know so I can fix it. Thanks!

“I’m going out!” You announced, already at the front door, pulling your shoes on and your jacket, before grabbing your bag, hand on the door handle before you got a response. 

“Where to?” Pepper asked, rounding the corner, arms crossed. 

“My friend is doing a school project and wants my help with it.” You excused yourself, being careful not to go into any details. 

“Do you need a ride?” She asked. 

“No, it’s okay, there’s a bus that takes me right outside their apartment. I don’t know how long I’ll be, since we have a lot to do, if it gets late I’ll call you to let you know I’m okay and I’ll stay over, is that okay?” You asked her. Pepper walked a little closer, her expression clearly troubled.

“I’ll have to ask your father…” She commented, and your shoulders slumped, you turning to face her. 

“You know he’s not going to care, Peps. In fact, I’m going to predict what he’s going to say, something along the lines of ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’.” You mimicked, Pepper frowning, knowing you were right. “I appreciate you actually trying to make up for him, I really do. It’s why I go to you instead of him for permission- because you actually care. Please don’t waste your breath. If he actually wants to know what his son is doing, he’ll do it himself.” You pointed out. 

“I know… he should be better, and I want him to be better for you… and I also know you’re lying to me.” She pointed out. You felt your heart drop into your ass, and you sighed. “I told Peter about one of your prior projects with friends, and he looked into it- wanting to see if he could help as well, but then found out that your friend doesn’t even exist.”

“Has he told Tony?” You asked. 

“No. He hasn’t. I made him promise to wait, told him I’d deal with it.” She explained. “Peter also cares about you, even if he doesn’t have much time to actually spend time with you.” She pointed out, and you just nodded. You’d accepted that even though Peter was Tony’s favourite despite not actually being his kid, when Peter got an idea od the dynamic between you and your father, he tried his hardest not to play into it or make it worst, though he often realised after events that he actually had and had not realised it. He always apologised for it, always tried to spend time with you in school, and on more than one occasion, he’d covered for you or even claimed something you did that your dad didn’t like was his idea, knowing Tony wouldn’t punish him and it would stop your relationship with your dad somehow getting worse. You appreciated him, he was like a brother in a way, and at this point, more like family than your dad, like how Pepper was more of a parent than Tony was, despite you not being related either. Same with Happy. Same with… 

“I’m sorry for lying to you. And Peter… I just…” You fumbled. 

“What’s going on, Y/N? Where are you going?” She asked, her voice soft and welcoming, a silent promise that no matter what, she wasn’t going to yell, turn on you, that she actually cares and just wants to be there for you. 

“I’ve been going to meet someone… not romantically or anything!” You told her quickly. “I’m not doing drugs or anything like that either.” 

“That’s good, so you’re being responsible with this person… why have you been hiding this person from us then?” She asked. You thought for a second on how to break the news, and in that time, Pepper started to pry a little more. “Are they… older?” She asked. You nodded. “So not a teenager? Out of school?” She asked, and you nodded again. “How old are they?” She asked, tilting her head. Another hard question, and you bit your lip, and sensing you weren’t confident answering, she changed her question. “What do you two do? It’s not illegal, so what’s so bad you have to hide it?” She asked. 

“He’s… mentoring me.” You told her. 

“Oh, so he’s like a professor? A teacher? What’s he teaching you?” She asked with a smile, seemingly suddenly relieved, getting the idea that you were getting one on one lessons for something you were interested in as a future career, and she was ready to support you from the jump. 

“Magic. He’s teaching me magic.” You admitted, which made Pepper’s eyebrows press together. “And not the cut a woman in half or pull a rabbit out of a hat kind of magic.” You clarified, and she had a moment of realisation. 

“I know two people who know magic. One is Strange, who your father gets along with and so learning from him wouldn’t be a problem, which means… Loki? You’re going to see Loki? He’s teaching you magic?” She asked, and you nodded. 

“Please don’t tell Tony! I promise, Loki’s been nothing but kind to me! When we’re not doing magic, we just read books together- or go on walks or stuff!” You explained. 

“What kind of magic?” She demanded. 

“How to teleport, how to create an illusion, today he’s teaching me a spell that translates both written and spoken languages!” You explained to her. “He said for a treat for my birthday he’s going to teach me a spell that lets me understand animals because apparently what they say is really funny and cute and he thinks I’ll like it.” You explained to her. She clearly wasn’t convinced, and you sighed. “We do other stuff to.” You told her. 

“Like what?” She asked. 

“You know when Tony’s in a bad mood or I do something he doesn’t like and we get into an argument and I go for a walk to cool off and don’t come back for hours? Loki walks with me. He makes sure I don’t do anything stupid… I feel so safe with him, that I feel comfortable and safe enough to actually cry.” You admitted. You watched Pepper’s concerned expression fall. You never cried- at least not at home. Not at school either, according to Peter. You didn’t cry in front of her, or Peter, or Happy, and sure as hell never in front of Tony, no matter what he said or did. “And he knows what I need when I cry. He hugs me, he just lets me cry, he doesn’t shush me or try to make me stop. If anything bad happens, I go to him first. Like when I went to that party last month and got wasted and realised I didn’t know how to get home- you and dad thought I left with a stranger and stayed with someone who I didn’t know and then came home when sober- instead I called Loki and he looked after me during the night, he rubbed my back when I threw up, hugged me and promised it was gonna be okay when I was crying, he made this really nice tea which instantly made my hangover go away, and promised if this ever happened again he’d do it all over again, and then he took me home when I felt well enough.” You admitted to her. 

“Where do you two hang out, usually?” She asked. 

“He has a little apartment, there’s probably a hefty amount of magic to make it so the other tenants can’t notice the door to it since it defies the floor plan of the entire building, but it’s so cozy, and warm and I have my own bedroom there- which is where I go whenever I have any ‘sleepovers’, though I do make him watch movies, especially bad ones.” You laughed. It felt so good to finally be able to talk about this- about everything you and Loki did, because time with Loki was your happy time. 

“Okay… I have two questions.” She said, and you nodded, gulping. “Why…Loki? If you wanted to learn magic, why not go to Strange, and why is Loki so willing and…” She didn’t say the word, but you knew what she wanted to say. Fatherly. 

“Because when he looks at me, he sees himself.” You admitted. “He told me himself… Loki didn’t have a good relationship either with his father. Thor's the golden child, Loki was the one pushed to the back, forgotten. He knows how it feels to be unwanted, to not be thought of by the person who is supposed to love you. He knows how it feels to want to be loved and no matter how hard you try, not getting it, because in your dad’s eyes, you’re not worth it. He sees me, and he sees his own childhood, and he hates that, so… he decided to do something about it.” You explained to her. “Loki… Loki’s like a dad to me. He certainly acts more like one than Tony.” You pointed out. Pepper looked devastated, but understood. “What was your other question?”

“Inevitably, Tony’s going to find out about this. I won’t tell him, I’ll feign ignorance, but Peter’s going to find out somehow, and you know that even if he wants to protect you, that boy can’t keep a secret to save his life, especially from Tony.” She pointed out. “What’s your game plan for when he finds out?” She asked. 

“I’ve already got that figured out.” You reassured her. “Loki set up the bedroom for me for the worst case scenario… I graduate next year. I’ll graduate, start going to college, and I’m going to move out and live with Loki- he might move his apartment to be closer to whatever college I want to go to. If he doesn’t know by then, I’ll tell him I just have a roommate and we know he’s not going to come and visit, and after college, I’ll just slowly drop contact, keep my distance, away from him, happy, learning magic, living my own life. I’ll come visit you and Peter and Happy, regular phone calls, if you need me, call me and I’ll be there… and if Tony finds out before then? I’ll go anyway. I’ll be okay, no matter what. Loki has my back.”

“...And so do I.” She added. You two stared at each other. You weren’t sure what she was thinking, what exactly she was going to do. Ban you from seeing Loki? Tell your father? Treat you like a criminal and monster even if you’ve done nothing wrong? Be locked away? Somehow become even more of an outcast? Lose the few people you actually consider family? Lose Loki? “I won’t keep you waiting. Keep me updated on what you’re doing, if you want to stay the night let me know, okay? I’ll tell Peter something that is easier to swallow and then we’ll tell him the full truth after you graduate. I’ll explain to Happy, maybe he can also help you… please just… don’t do anything stupid. Behave. No more secrets from me, okay?” She asked. 

“Okay. Thank you.” You told her, nodding with a grin. “I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You told her, finally opening the door and dashing out. Pepper sighed, wondering what she was going to tell Peter to help keep in calm and not accidentally tell Tony, how she was going to get Happy to go along with this, how she’s going to look Tony in the eyes and feign ignorance, lie to his face about where his son is and who he's with. But then she remembered every time she could recall when she would come to Tony’s place and find you home alone when you were a young child, thinking it was normal, how you used to try to get his attention and him brush you off or even yell at you to go away and then slowly stop trying and instead go to her and Happy who actually cared. She remembered how utterly overjoyed you were when your dad actually came to your birthday after he was kidnapped, seeming to realise how precious life was and wanted to make up for lost time, and things were going well until Peter came into the picture, and he lost his way, his sole focus being Peter, you once again forgotten and neglected. Except this time you weren’t upset, just disappointed. You gave up on him, and instead adjusted, adapted, and found a new family. Pepper was your new mother, Peter was your brother, Happy your uncle, and Loki was your new, and much better father. You were making up for lost time with someone who actually cared and wanted you as a son. If Tony had a problem about it, he should have done something about it a long, long time ago.

You arrived at the apartment complex not long after leaving, heading up to the top floor, going to the door at the end of the hallway and letting yourself in. Loki peeked up from the book he was reading and smiled. “There you are, had me worried.” He joked. You sighed as you kicked your shoes off, dumping your bag on the floor and hanging up your coat. Your lack of an immediate response was weird for Loki, and he placed the book down, standing from the settee, and stepping closer to you. “What happened?” He asked softly, locking his hands behind himself. You turned to look at him finally. 

“Is it that obvious?” You asked, and he smiled sadly. “...Pepper knows. She’s covering for me, so I guess she’s okay with it, it’s just… what if Tony finds out and massively blows everything out of proportion?” You explained to him. 

“Well…” Loki crossed his arms, thinking. “Knowing you, your first thought is to run and start afresh.” He pointed out, and you nodded. “Or… I could talk to Thor. You and Pepper and him talk to the others, explain everything, we lay everything out, and then we tell your father. No secrets and being honest might work more in our favor than just upping and leaving, Y/N.” He pointed out. You squinted at him with suspicion. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be the God of Mischief and Lies?” You asked, making him crack a smile.

“I may be, but it means I also know when’s a good time to actually tell the truth, and I think this might be the time. Pepper knows, she has your back, Thor is, as you describe it, a loyal labrador and will be happy I’m behaving, those two alone can be the brains and the brawl to help keep the situation under control.” He reassured you. 

“Okay, if you think so… but can we do that tomorrow? I want to learn that spell so I can finally read your Asguardian books.” You begged, making him chuckle. 

“Of course we can, go make some tea, then we’ll start.”

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My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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*Peter and Y/N being scolded by Tony*

Peter sheepishly: “I’m sorry we skipped school.”

Tony: “You skipped school?!”

Peter: “Nooo…”

Y/N: “We were solving a murder.”

Tony: “Solving a murder is no reason to skip school.”

Y/N sarcastically: “Okay, Department of Education.”