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MARVEL/AVENGERS MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

LOKI LAUFEYSON

-coming soon!

THOR ODINSON

-coming soon!

TONY STARK

-coming soon!

PETER PARKER

-coming soon!

NATASHA ROMANOFF

-coming soon!

STEVE ROGERS

-coming soon!

SAM WILSON

-coming soon!

JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES

-coming soon!

BRUCE BANNER

-coming soon!

WANDA MAXIMOFF

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my other will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

That's something I like

wrapping up the last three hundred and sixty-five days with a round up of all the 'x reader' fanfiction I have published in 2022. thank you all for all your requests, feedback, reblogs and support over the last twelve months, especially during the 10k month of fic! sharing this love for these characters with you all is such a mental refresh for me, and hopefully I can publish even more fics in 2023. and I hope that you'll love all the new fics as much as you've loved these ones :)

happy new year!

full content warnings and content can be found on each individual post, and each fic is labelled for length. follow me on bartonstark to find all my fic in one place, or check out my ao3. smut/sexual content: *** personal favourites: ///

BRUCE BANNER:

afterwards (drabble) *** aftercare with bruce.

bend, don't break (oneshot) *** /// the take a reprieve during a party, and take a new step in your relationship.

fear and loving in iowa (oneshot) when you’re injured in johannesburg, bruce blames himself.

fireworks (oneshot) thanks to the frigid air at the top of the tower, you share a tender moment.

first times (drabble) *** having sex with bruce for the first time.

p.s. (ficlet) an unfinished note leaves you confused during your college graduation.

restoration (oneshot) after johannesburg, you have nightmares. bruce provides you with comfort.

BUCKY BARNES:

bedside manner (oneshot) sam calls you to say bucky has been hurt on a mission,and you panic.

early hours (oneshot) *** after a mission, all bucky wants to do is crawl into bed with you.

morning grind (drabble) *** morning sex with bucky.

shards of glass (oneshot) *** /// you share a past, and now bucky's tracked you down to find closure.

CLINT BARTON:

after hours (oneshot) *** clint stops by your office after work to distract you the best way he can.

body heat (oneshot) *** /// the there's-only-one-bed trope in the back of an suv during a blizzard.

bound (drabble) *** clint is really into bondage and you're happy to spoil him.

coffee break (ficlet) there's an avenger bleeding in the bathroom of the cafe where you work.

crossroads (oneshot) clint receives an offer that could change his life & you encourage him to take it.

a delicate hand (oneshot) /// clint attempts to pull you out of a funk by helping you get ready for the event.

green light (oneshot) *** /// you surprise clint with a new toy, and he is very eager to try it out.

hey, you (ficlet) *** /// you receive a note from a certain avenger in the middle of a crowded bar.

in the stacks (ficlet) *** you steal a moment of intimacy in the back of a bookshop together.

respite (oneshot) when you’re hurt on a mission, clint has to convince you to take a breather.

think of me (oneshot) *** /// when you're dragged out for a night, clint has an idea of what to do in the club.

three a.m. (oneshot) /// a knock on your window comes from a certain injury-prone avenger.

we could play pretend (oneshot) you bond over all the little things you miss about being in a relationship.

welcome home (drabble) *** you welcome clint home after he's been away on a mission.

JESSICA JONES:

reprieve (oneshot) she has to drag you out of a dingy bar in the middle of the night.

snooze button (drabble) jessica isn't exactly a morning person.

MARC SPECTOR:

fast lane (drabble) *** /// marc gives you a preview in the car of what to expect when you get home.

NATASHA ROMANOFF:

follow my lead (oneshot) natasha offers to teach you how to slow dance.

PETER QUILL:

raincheck (oneshot) /// convincing quill to go to bed isn’t exactly an easy feat.

SAM WILSON:

miss me? (oneshot) you're finally reunited with sam in the middle of the battle of earth.

soul food (oneshot) /// when you’re sick, he ditches his responsibilities just to make you feel better.

STEVE ROGERS:

lost time (oneshot) *** late for your date, steve walks in on you working off your frustrations.

TONY STARK:

afterglow (drabble) *** after care with tony.

as you're told (oneshot) *** /// tony calls you to his office with a new game in mind…

between the sheets (oneshot) *** you've decided to try for a baby, and tony can't wait to get started.

come back to me (oneshot) after tony almost dies, you’re left lost and furious at what just happened.

count (oneshot) *** /// tony is nothing if not a giver. but… he is also a bit of an asshole.

echo (oneshot) /// you’re struggling to forget the past, so you try to bring part of it back to you.

idiot (drabble) *** just an soft, sexy moment between the two of you.

insatiable (drabble) *** the real question is, which one of you is the bigger tease?

mood lighting (ficlet) *** tony spoils you by candlelight.

on your knees (oneshot) *** the idea of having you on your knees is far too tempting for tony to resist.

quick question (oneshot) tony has a question to ask you, battlefield be damned.

red and gold (ficlet) an afternoon in central park lets you appreciate the seasonal color change.

simple pleasures (drabble) *** tony loves nothing more than eating you out.

sober hearts (oneshot) a look at your relationship as it has evolved over the years.

spare key (drabble) *** you give tony a key to your apartment.

subtlety (oneshot) *** impatient, you make use of the ‘emergency stop’ button in the elevator.

warm hands (ficlet) *** the two of you share an intimate interlude out in the snow.

WANDA MAXIMOFF:

hold tight (oneshot) *** /// she loves to spoil you & sometimes that means leaving you a quivering mess.

reflected in you (oneshot) you try on your new uniform, and wanda helps you find your confidence.

spicy sweet (oneshot) *** you plan on surprising wanda, but disaster means a change of plans.

sweetness (oneshot) *** /// wanda loves the way you sound, and doesn’t care who else hears it.

THREESOMES/POLYAMORY:

hands free (oneshot) *** /// you find clint on the phone, and you can’t help but distract him.

player three (drabble) *** /// clint x bucky x you. game night takes a turn when they team up on you to win.

SERIES:

to ashes chapters (full series, this year's chapters in bold) prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - more to come...

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Now I have come to the realization that not many people other than females have x reader stories written for them. It makes me upset that people who are GN or M!r don't have many stories for them. I myself don't really go by one gender, but I was born female seeing as I go by she/they. I beg of writers to start writing for a bigger audience. Now I will also like to point out that we should also start writing for those with disabilities, I for one am all for doing research to write for anyone with something like autism or down syndrome. Now on to a another big issue DO NOT romanticize suicide or anything like that, I can understand writing something special like how they helped you through your suicidal thoughts. I have come to realize that as someone with bipolar disorder I don't want my suicide to be romanticized. Now I myself will hold myself accountable for liking those stories but I was young and a angst full teen, I have read some terrible things before and I do regret it. I also regret giving people more audience to write things like forced love. Going into the Steve Rogers x reader tags I have realized that fetishizing forceful intercourse is something many people do in the x reader tags. Please think about the person who put life into the character you are turning into a monster, these actors didn't ask to be in a story where they force you to do the unthinkable.

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mr stark mr stark mr stark

we love goatees

i went overboard because he is my bias

gn reader

warnings: triggering scenes, yandere themes, obsessiveness, you alr know

Probably occurring within his playboy days, you are a worker of Pepper Potts. So, its no wonder you are strangely attracted to him, or the other way around, because he is the Tony Stark.

You're with mainly with Happy Hogan who informs majority of the time that Mr. Stark is very careless and reckless all the time so you keep your distance.

Which he notices in an instant. 

Being Howard’s Stark son is the reason why anyone would talk to Tony and of course his knowledge, company and wealth makes him famous: it is rather unlikely that anyone would ignore, isolate or even despise Tony.

Its impenetrable to him. He dealt with many haters and people who threaten for his head but none up close, someone he has to see everyday: like you.

However, there are times he would ask J.A.R.V.I.S. about your arrival and somehow: he randomly pops up. 

Its not stalking, he just takes manners upon himself to introduce himself more properly. He thinks you don't know him, you know him based on what other people say, especially since he hears the conversations between you and Happy before you both walk into work.

At first, you expect nothing less. It is his home, his domain and his company. 

However, his motives and intentions remain unclear when he is touchy feely, flirtatious and much more.

You are well aware of how Tony Stark earned his playboy reputation.

He is very charming and sarcastic at the same time. Its almost like he knows what to do to make you even more entertained within his presence but you remain professional in a work environment.

He’s delusional. Its heartbreaking to experience all the shitty things in his life without anyone to support him, so maybe a little bit of the guilt trip may get you to stay a little longer.

Working under Pepper means you also assist Tony, right? So, when you find him sulking at his bar with a scotch on his left palm is highly unusual, but you couldn't just walk by as if you hadn’t seen him?

You ask him if he's ok and he instantly shoots up as if a shock goes through his heart, he turns to you and gives a thumbs up. You pat his back as he continues to eyes his drink with a sappy expression.

However, the clarity in his "heart" is there. Unnoticeable; waiting for your everlasting touch.

You stay with him, not knowing what kind of hell you walked into.

Your social life is cancelled.

Your family was contacted that you had gotten a new job and will be out of communication for a few months.

Not like you even need to work, his money makes money and besides, you're going to be living with him!

While you and him drink and talk your problems away, he tells J.A.R.V.I.S. to send some rando's to your house which he knows where cause he had a tracker on the car he lent to you to pick up your belongings and bring them to your new forever home.

Its all anyone who simps for Tony Stark asks for, but not you. You fight almost everyday and if you manage to escape.

Your best friends would be the first to contact you with a facetime call. Where Tony actually used his repulsor blaster to kill them dead with you on the phone.

Showing you what happens.

Warning you that there will be much more casualties if you don't come back and when you do, everything will be alright.

He'll never hurt you physically. Just emotionally and mentally of course.

"Lets make one thing clear, dear. You are mine, never forget that. For your own sake."

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

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nothing can beat og 6, change my mind

yeah this is fucked up but arent we all?

i saw sum like this and wanted to see how i would do it

female reader cuz goodness...

warnings: noncon/rape, gangbang, orgy(?), nonconsensual touching, reader being a brat, occurs in 2012/2013, reader over 18, smutty smut, porn with plot, theres alot more..

the daddy issues in this one are sooo relatable lol

You were with Agent Phil Coulson. He and his men had just picked you up from a Bronx police station not so long ago. You were in jail for a few weeks due to attempted thievery and battery charges. You had handcuffs on that was burning your sore wrists. You had gotten in many fights in the time you served. You had no criminal background: according to Phil, your background was deleted by your father.

You didn't care.

Your old man was never a part of your life: now all of a sudden, poof there he is. If you do say so yourself. You are a HYDRA agent. The hatred of your father grew to the point where you just wanted to see his whole empire fall. You had done many deeds that you were not proud of but you always did covered your tracks. It was odd that you were sentenced a few days in prison due to the shitty Avengers. During a burglary to get some weapon, you were the only one who got caught, on purpose, of course. It was good that your equipment hid your identity.

Phil has told you everything. Feeding you information about S.H.I.E.L.D. and what your father did. You were gladly going to give the new information to HYDRA. You fucking hated your father, despised him. You didn't work for HYDRA because you wanted to. You worked for HYDRA for your own greediness.

In this world: no one cares but yourself. You found out the hard way. You were in a black van that had been labelled 'Stark Industries' on the side. Your stomach turned at the sight. If you had learned anything in your years of training for HYDRA, it was the heroes of New York and their businesses.

You tugged the handcuffs as they now began to burn your skin. “I know this must be confusing to you,” Phil began as one of his men in a black suit with sunglasses on had been in the drivers seat. You look up from your wrists before looking over your right shoulder at him. “The new technology ages. You probably never seen anything like this before.” Phil continued. (Boy was he wrong)

You eyed him with a disgusted expression at the thought of your dad. “Just know that your father was actually happy to know you were still here in New York, probably the happiest I have ever seen him. And believe me kid: I worked with your dad for a long time now.” He stated with a small smile forming with dimples. “If he cared, he would’ve already found me himself or at least show up to my graduation or first prom date.” You spat back, now growing pissed. “He did find you.” Phil answered with caution rising upon his voice. You turned your head towards him as you rose your eyebrow in a questioning expression. “He did?” You repeated with a scoff before rolling his eyes.

This caused Phil to scoot closer to you, probably for some sentimental effect he thought he had or probably give your dad some empathy, maybe even credit. “Your father tried everything. It was your mother.” Phil had stated as the van finally began to go into motion. “Do not fuck around with me, agent. I doubt he ever tried. My pops has a lot of enemies on his radar along so he really would not give two shits about his only child.” You stated clearly, emphasizing that you were his only child as your gaze dropped slightly.

This caused Phil to actually show some signs of him warming up to you. What a dumbass. “He wanted to find you when it was safe. The world has been filling up with threats that cannot be matched nor controlled. That’s when S.H.I.E.L.D comes in the picture.” Phil explains while fiddling with his badge. Your ears practically perked up at the sound of S.H.I.E.L.D. “Educate me about S.H.I.E.L.D, sir.” You stated as the van stopped due to a red light. “What is there to know?” Phil chuckled with an Adams apple bobbing within his throat. 

“There is a lot to know.” 

“That is true.” 

You finally break a giggle. It was hard to tell if you were humorous or sadistic. “Not like that, what I mean is: what is S.H.I.E.L.D? And what does my old man do for it?” You said as you lifted your cuffed wrists to your shirt to activate a microphone within your elastic bra. “Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. was organized to protect the United States from all possible threats. From advanced weapons to extraordinary agents. It cannot be argued that S.H.I.E.L.D. is probably the greatest military power on Earth.” Phil explains while you were shaking in your toes in excitement. You noticed the small red flash within your bra that showed that HYDRA was listening: as they should. “S.H.I.E.L.D. is obviously run by your father but the high council takes charge from a far. Which is why Phase two was even occurred in the first place.” Agent Coulson continues with no shame.

Not a single hesitated answer of all questions you asked. You then pressed the button of the microphone that disconnected the communication access of to HYDRA. Anything you found out would be for you and not them. The car parked in front of some sort of shuttle. This was no definitely no automobile cause you didn’t spot any wheels. “We call it the Quinjet. It is going take us to the Hellcarrier.” Agent Coulson stated while breaking out a small smile. You nodded with amazement before deploying on the jet.  

You sat down while shifting uncomfortably at the hard metal seat while the jet was in motion. You shooed hair that was in your face before crossing your arms once they took the handcuffs off of you. You instantly stood up before walking out once it hit the ground. Phil was fairly behind. You walked off the deck and looked up to see him. Your father. There in his fucked up glory with his black coat that gave him more of his appearance with a plain black tee with baggy jeans along with boots that echoed with each step

You just scoffed before walking right passed him with no greeting. He sighed while turning his head a bit to see you slouching while walking away. “Give her time, sir.” Maria says from beside him while Phil had been on his other side. “I am sure she just needs adjustment, sir.” Maria continues while patting Nick on the shoulder. “Dismissed.” Fury stated simply that caused both agents to depart to their regular stations.

You must still blame him for everything. For the mental hospital, the 5th grade graduation, all the birthdays, your high school graduation: you had just graduated a few weeks ago! He could name thousands of reasons of why you could possibly be still upset at him. He didn’t blame you. He really couldn’t blame you. Your mother had done everything in her power to allow you to grow up with the delusion of your father being a terrible person. 

In all summarized terms: it was working. You despised your father. Having constant anger about the last name you carry. “Fury” the name that was supposed to represent you, it was something you were going to live with forever. It didn’t go the way it should had. You had multiple talking stages, boyfriends, hell even one night stands, desperate for male attention due to you never having any from your jackass of a father.

As much as you were angry at him, you understood him. Focusing on saving the world yet he couldn’t save his own daughter who was going through the multiple suicide attempts with terrible support from fuckboys at a shitty ass high school because her mother, who was practically broke, couldn’t barely afford a school because her suckass husband was too busy not caring for his family!

You inhaled so deeply, you thought you were going to bleed through your nostrils. You could continue your mental rant for hours and practically days but you let it go. 

You strolled around the “Hellcarrier” as Phil Coulson phrased it with a noticeable frown: you were already pissed and you were not here for less than an hour. Your mother was nowhere to be found and you were stuck in the flying hell floating around New York. You looked down at your phone and scrolled through messages with a guy named “Peter” you were talking to until you fell down in a heartbeat. You grunted while rubbing your sore forearm you landed on. “Hey! Watch where the f-” You yelled while looking up at the person that towered before you.

Your eyes nearly flopped out their sockets while your soul dropped down to your stomach and possibly out of your body. Thor Odinson, a tall-long haired blonde who was very much so muscular and taller and bigger and you couldn’t help but eye his noticeable groin. Your mouth nearly watered. “Apologies.” He stated in his accented voice while reaching his hand out: large and calloused.

You could only imagine his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you behin- 

You smile before taking it with dimples forming. “Yea, thanks.” You stammer while cowering under his presence: he was certainly tall. “Are you new here, little one?” Thor asks while raising a brow at you while you blink into reality. “Oh uhm...” You, murmured as you search for words. “I am Nick’s daughter, so yeah, just here visiting so yeah, I guess I am a newbie around here.” You giggled while rubbing the back of your neck in an awkward state. “Well, I can show you to Dr. Banner’s laboratory and possibly leave you there for a sense of directions?” Thor asks while looking down at you with his face still being stoic but he was still fucking sexy. You nodded before trailing behind the walking giant that seemed to know his way around.

You followed behind him, almost losing him until you brought into a laboratory with autonomous, automatic doors that opened for your appearance, you blinked until you noticed that Thor was nowhere to be seen. How rude. You walk inside before glancing your eyes at some saber or scepter. Your body was compelled by its beauty as you walked over to it, its appearance was magnetic. There was a blue gem in some sort of containment vessel: very gorgeous.

You turned on your body camera as the red light flashed, knowing the camera was in recording: you spoke. “You guys seeing this?” You muttered low enough so no surveillance cameras could hear. You heard a ding on your phone as you soon checked. ‘Grab the scepter and return to HQ.’ You read in your mind before scoffing: how the hell were you supposed to even steal a scepter from enemy lines? “It’s an alien.” a voice from behind you said that caused you to twirl around with a risen eyebrow. “Tony. Tony Stark.” He introduced while walking beside you. “It’s an alien, but it’s a scepter?” You asked while attempting to stall. 

He laughed through his nose before nodding. “Yeah, it’s the glowstick of destiny.” He replies while turning his face towards you. You chuckle and then soon looked at the alien-like scepter. “Never seen you around here, what’s your name, kid?” Tony asks while cocking a loose brow at you while you side eye him, observing his appearance. Baggy jeans with a black sabbath shirt with a darker shade of sleeved-shirt along with black shoes. You just shrugged while staring back at the scepter. “Daddy issues.” You stated simply while folding your arms. He chuckles while putting his hands in his pockets once more. “Yeah, whose your old man? Fury? Coulson, no effing way, Hill?!” He rambles while shouting out jokes that actually made you laugh. “Fury.” You replied while rolling your eyes at the sound of his name.

Tony chuckled again, but this time: it was more of a mocking type. “Yeah, you do have his temper and attitude.” He points out while turning his head at you with a slight wink. You scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” You bark while gritting your teeth furiously. Now, who the hell did he think he was? Comparing you to the bitch! “Dad’s leave all the time. No need to be a pussy about it. Here’s what I want you to remember, mini Fury,” He says while pushing you out of the lab. “Kids can’t play with these toys.” Tony chuckles while smirking at you who was visibly frustrated. “Don’t take it rough, kid.” He says while shutting the lab doors on your face. You just looked flabbergasted. What a bitch. You just stomped around the hallways where soldiers looked at you with disgusted yet frightened faces. 

This caused you to think deeply, immediately stopping your tracks. Mini Fury? What did that even mean? Were you just like your father? Your breath hitched and soon heavy breathing was caused by your risen anxiety. “Shouldn’t be so stressed out for someone so young.” a feminine voice says from behind you when a slim hand landed on your shoulder in comfort. You gasp before looking over your shoulder. Natasha Romanoff. You realized your body camera still had been on before engaging a conversation. “Sometimes I stress, sometimes I don’t.” You reply before turning to face her.

She rose a brow before giving her usual stoic look. “It’s not normal for someone your age.” She simply remarks while observing your body in a very implicit seductive way. You found yourself utterly hopeless against her gaze. “You’re Fury’s daughter, right?” She asks while another male comes next to her. You nod your head before looking over at the male who just checks you out with a small whistle. “Hey, Clint. That’s literally Fury’s daughter, dude.” Natasha scolds him while the ‘Clint’ just chuckles while putting out his hand. “We can definitely see which side of the family gave you the looks. I’m Clint. Clint Barton.” He says as his masculine aroma fills your scent. “Y/N.” You reply while shaking his calloused hand, he lowers his hand down onto your small knuckle compared to his and kisses it gently.

You just scoff before snatching your hand back. “Yeah, nice introductions. Where’s my old man?” You say in a very noticeable angered tone while putting your hands on your hips. “Lose that tone and then maybe will help you, sweet bird.” Clint teases while Natasha laughs through her nose while pointing to the main bridge. You nod while strolling away from the two combative partners that had been whispering to each other. 

You walked pass many agents of S.H.I.E.L.D before meeting your father at the control center, turning his body while pressing several buttons: it almost looks exhausting. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to actually talk to me.” Fury says while his back was turned to you as he was commanding the ship. You grit your teeth while walking towards him. “I was also wondering how long it would take for you to understand that it was you that turned me into this.” You remark with the same venom he was holding in his voice.

He turned violently towards you, soon stomping towards you. You stare up at your father as he removed his eyepatch. You nearly pissed in yourself at the sight of it. He stares intensely at you while you do the same: it was a battle of silent screams and voices that was shortened into a stare off. You blinked before darting your eyes away at his eye. “Sir.” a voice filled with authority profession interrupted. You turned yourself around and your eyes widen. Captain America, standing in his glory, in his suit: which was highly unnecessary to be wearing as he approached your father, acknowledging your presence by a quick side eye glance. “Whose this?” Captain America asks Fury who looks down at you with annoyance. “My daughter.” Fury replied while soon looking over at Steve who just rose his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh don’t worry, Dad. I'll be out of your hair soon: not like you got any.” You insult with furrowed brows before crossing your arms and stomping away from the two. 

Steve just looked displeased. “She gives your personality for sure but that tone is disrespecting.” Steve scolds while staring at you depart with an angered face. Why would you talk about your father like that. “Rogers.” Fury began as he put back on his eyepatch. Steve acknowledges him by turning his head to await his response. “Here is what I want your team to do.” Fury begins. 

You walked back to the same laboratory that Stark had kicked you out of. You looked through the madly tinted windows to see the lights off and the scepter still there. You smirk while turning off your body camera. You grabbed a small circular chip from your pocket and placed it on the door code-lock and soon the door slid open you to enter. You walked over to the scepter: as if it was calling your presence while picking up your phone and replying to HYDRA. ‘Got your package, omw.’ you reply and soon grabbed the scepter and clutched it to your palm. Now to just got to find your exit.

The lights suddenly turned on, you mentally curse while turning your body cautiously and slowly at the other door. Wishing you locked that one as well. “You cannot take that.” Dr. Bruce Banner says while his gaze was utterly attracting for his age. You just tilt your head while raising a brow. “I had a feeling you were on to something the moment you walked on this ship,” Bruce begins while stepping forward a step that caused you to step backward.

His presence was getting intimidating. “Agent L/N.” He continues while using your last name that HYDRA had provided that caused your heart to skip a heavy beat. “Have you been spying on me? Aren’t you a little too old to be in the game?” You stall while crossing your arms in a mockingly way. “Your father was aware of your deception the moment he got you out of jail.” Banner says as his lips curl into a smirk at your shocked expression.  

Your eyes widen. How the hell did they know!? You mentally curse to yourself again. Your father really had no faith that you would change? You can cry about that later but now you had to think here and you had to think fast and precise. You couldn’t fight him because he could ‘hulk out’ and kill you in an instant. You couldn’t run past him because he had the alarms in his arms reach, but maybe you could..you go for the door that you hacked using the chip.

You make a run for it only to get cut off by Thor who had a very displeasing frown on his face. “I expected better from you, lady Y/N.” He says while looking down in discomfort, deception. “What the hell do you guys expect from me!?” You screech while clutching the scepter into your hands tightly. “For seventeen years, I had done nothing but make a being out of myself because my shitass father wasn’t in my life for nothing!” You protest while the heartbreaking tears fell from your eyes as you wanted to make them feel remorse. This caused Bruce to lower his guard. You smirk slightly while using the scepter to knock him to the floor and soon make a run for the door, you were almost out the room until someone grabbed your arm, flipped you into the air and you landed on your back.

You groan while looking up at Natasha who just cracks her knuckles a bit before grabbing the scepter before you could. You then felt a harsh tug on your bra and soon the body camera broke. “Cheap trick, baby bird.” Clint teases as he cackles a bit loudly and soon carried you back in the lab: slamming your back against the metal floor. You groan again at the harsh contact and soon Tony and Steve entered into the room. You just grit your teeth in frustration as you got up. All six of them were now in the lab and all stood their ground. You wish you hadn’t left your shit on the Quinjet.  

You held your ground also though. “Game’s over, kid.” Steve scolded as his hands were on his hips in disproval. “Fuck you all!” You yelled while grabbing their attention. “I’m sure you fuckers don’t know how hard it is to live a life like mine!” You yell while the hot tears stream down your cheeks as your body temperature rise from the anxiety forming. Steve reached his fingers to his ear to his comms link while Bruce attempted to reason with you. “Now, sir?” Steve asked that was barely a whisper. “Wait for my signal.” Nick replies over the comms and soon the line disconnected. “You don’t have to live like that anymore.” Nat says while see approached you with the scepter in her arms still.

You stood back from her in fear. “How do you know that? Cause you’re spy and started when you were younger, is that what you call not having to live like that!?” You yell at her in protest as she just blinked in surprise from your sudden information leaks. “Yeah, I read your files,” you say to her while soon looking back at the group. “I’ve seen the shit. Y’all just all talk for justice and global peace but I know what kind of fuckers you all really are!” You screech while soon grabbing all their attention once more. “Now?” Tony asks who was slightly disrespected with your tantrums and outbursts to Steve who soon asked Fury. After a couple of minutes of silence. “Now.” Fury replies and you rose a brow but Thor rushed over to you as Nat exited the lab with the scepter. “I’ll have my fun with her when you guys are done.” Nat says in the distance. 

You rose a brow from confused as Thor charged at you and tackled you to the ground. “The fu-” you said in confusion as you were stripped naked. The windows in the laboratory soon became black so no one could see the violation. “The fuck you doing?! Get off of me!” You yell while kicking your feet and punching all over to put of a fight but all of that stopped when your arms were held behind your back. You furrowed your brow again but you turned your head a bit to see Tony giving a charming yet sadistic smile at you. Thor had put your legs on his broad shoulders while Clint was watching and soon was palming himself as Steve just sighed but his expression was stoic.

Thor didn’t waste any seconds of time before lowering his mouth onto your bare pussy and lapping your folds heavenly with his muscular tongue. “Wait! Stop, please!” You beg while the tears that were forming down your face was stimulation. “You brought this upon yourself.” Bruce says that causes you to look up at him and soon his cock was plunged down your throat as you nearly lost a ton of air from the intrusion. “Calm down, Bruce. Remember this is still Fury’s daughter.” Steve scolds while Bruce grit his teeth and groaned from your warm cavern. “I say go for it.” Tony replies in a cocky manner as Steve looked at his disapprovingly soon gave your ass a quick swat before dropping you onto his cock that caused you to scream loudly that was gagged and muffled from Bruce’s cock as Thor inserted in tongue into your body in surprise. The pain of your wrists had burned your body as Clint took your hand to his as his hand explored your body. You felt hot tears trail down your cheek while you felt your orgasm approach and soon you squirted your juices on Thor's thick tongue. 

You felt exhaustion cloud your vision as it blurred. Steve and Tony had been roughly thrusting into you, moving your body in sync but it was harsh as Thor and Clint brutally pulled your hands to satisfy themselves while Bruce was abusing the back of your throat. All men groaned in unison as you were the pathetic pleasure pleaser. You mentally cursed at yourself for not fighting back. You felt utterly disgusting, disliked the feeling of being overwhelmed in such a wave. You felt yourself go numb: the men were having way too much fun with this as you were on the verge of breaking as your body burned from the ache.

You had reached your orgasm but felt another one build. You just grit your teeth while noticing how their thrusts were becoming deeper and more hurtful. You then noticed something, the door whooshed open and revealed. You managed to push yourself off of Bruce’s shaft. “Dad!” You cried out to him while you removed of your hand off of Clint. “Help me!” You pleaded as the tears fell down your eyes rapidly as Agent Romanoff swiftly was by Fury’s side. “Good job, Rogers.” Fury applauds to Steve who nodded. “Thank you, sir.” Steve manages to say in-between pleasurable grunts. Your eyes widen as Tony chuckled behind you. “W-What?” You stammer while your eyebrows knitted as you felt fear rise from your body. Your father looks down at you, his eyes as cold and stoic as a killer; he was no longer your father. Just a monster.

“Welcome to the gang.” 

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

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Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel Novak

Crowley

Jack Kline

Lucifer

Rowena Macleod (platonic only)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

David Rossi (platonic only)

Jennifer "JJ" Jareu

Penelope Garcia

Emily Prentiss

Bones

Temperence "Bones" Brennan

Seely Booth

Zack Addy

Jack Hodgins

Lance Sweets

Angela Montenegro

Camille Saroyan

Daisy Wick

Finn Abernathy

Wendall Bray

Colin Fisher

Vincent Nigel-Murray

Arastoo Vaziri

Clark Edison

James Aubrey

Hayes Flinn

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal Lecter

Will Graham

Hannigram

Frederick Chilton

Marvel

Avengers

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Sam Wilson

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Vision

Tom!Peter Parker

Stephen Strange

James "Bucky" Barnes

T'Challa

Scott Lang

Loki Lauefyson

Ultron

Zemo

Raimi Spider-Man

Tobey!Peter Parker

Otto Octavius

Norman Osborn

Harry Osborn

Webb Spider-Man

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Harry Osborn

GOTG

Peter Quill

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Mantis

Groot

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Matt Murdock

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Venom

Eddie Brock

Venom

Deadpool

Wade "Deadpool" Wilson

The Punisher

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Billy Russo

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Harry Potter

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Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

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Ginny Weasley (platonic only)

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

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Oliver Wood

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Marauders Eras

James Potter

Severus Snape

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Remus Lupin

Before GT Era

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

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Slashers

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Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Poly!ghostface

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Harry Warden

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Brahms Heelshire

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Jason Voorhees

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Michael Meyers

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Freddy Krueger

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Thomas Hewitt

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Lester Sinclair

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Jim Moriarty

Mary Morston

Greg Lestrade

Molly Hooper

The Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Frypan

Brenda

Supergirl

Kara

Alex

Winn

Brainy

J’onn

Mon El

specific reader characteristics (male, poc, short, etc.) are only per request if they further the stories plot. Im trying to make all of my stories gn or with a reader with no specific characteristics to make them all inclusive. If they have specific characteristics they will be put at the top of any story!

— SEVEN MINUTES

Tony takes care of Peter, even if he’s not actually there

Iron!dad and Spider!son (ish)

wc: 2.5k

warnings: fighting, gun violence, mentions of death, blood and injuries, imagine Peter got a bit more time with Tony, May, and Ned + MJ…

authors note: hehehehehehe I’d recommend listening to “White Ferrari” by Frank Ocean and “For the First Time” by Mac DeMarco while reading this! ENJOY!! 😁😁

There were bodies scattered all around the misty lot. Various weapons and gadgets not too far from the mercenaries. Peter was slumped on the ground, his back against a lamp post and his hand on his abdomen. It was supposed to be a simple deal bust. He’d disarm the sellers and buyer, arrest them, and turn in the weapons to the authorities. The deal had almost been struck when the sellers shot the buyer. Peter knew he had to swoop in, even if the buyer was a bad person. He was horrifyingly outnumbered, tall and muscular mercenaries all surrounded him when he swung onto the sight. They all loaded their exotic weapons and opened fire on him. He’d manage to run away and hide just in time to figure out a plan to disarm them.

He was atop the tall lampposts in the darkness and slowly one by one he snatched away the weapons from them. What he hadn’t considered were the backup weapons they concealed on their bodies. As Peter fought them hand-to-hand, he started to tire out. He’d been fighting and jumping and running for the past three hours and it was the middle of the night. The amount of mercs seemed never ending and he was starting to slow down. His punches got softer and his movements became slower. By then, everyone but him had their smaller guns and knives out. Various bullets and knives grazed his skin but none of them lodged into him. Peter wasn’t one who used guns. He didn’t know how to use them and he didn’t want to. It was only when he realized that him and his webs stood no chance that he picked up a stray gun.

The smell of iron filled his nose as he looked around the lot. All of the mercs holding onto their limbs lodged into them, some unconscious. He thought that the fight was over, that he could go home, get some rest. Only when he heard the ringing in his ears and the tingling throughout his body did he realize what had happened to him. He turned around quickly and stopped the punch that was aimed straight at his face. He was gripping the other hand with his full force though, the one that lodged the crowbar deep into him. The ringing and tingling happened again but this time, it was amplified. He knocked out the merc before him and felt a bullet strike into him as he turned around. It seemed as the more he turned around, the more bullets there were.

He saw three mercs on the ground aiming their guns at him as they held onto their wounds, using their last breaths to kill a child who just wanted to do good. More and more bullets struck him as he ran away at an inhumane speed. The sound of guns shooting slowed as did his speed and breath. He ran to the closest lamppost he could find and he collapsed. That’s how he found himself in this position. Looking up, and seeing a familiar face.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter huffed out.

“Kid what did I tell you about chasing bad guys with guns? Now look at you, c’mon get up.” Tony scolded the injured boy.

All Peter could do was look up in disbelief. Blood was pooling out of the little holes all over his chest and back and more was coming out of his abdominal wound. It was a waterfall, and Peter was the small edge of the cliff that couldn’t handle any more of the weight. He groaned out in pain and threw his head back, hitting it quite hard.

“Leave me alone! You’re not real! You’re dead you’re dead you’re dead!” He yelled out as he attempted to curl up into a ball.

The crowbar was still very much deep in him, slicing more of his organs as he moved around. He held onto the bar and started to pull it out.

“Don’t do that! That’s the only thing that’s giving to a chance to stay alive. Now get up and start walking.” Tony’s voice rang in his ear again.

He looked back up at Tony, who was now reaching out his hand to Peter, and pulled himself up, gripping onto Tony’s hand. Tony kept Peter steady as he limped forward at a snails pace. He was dizzy at this point, his body felt lighter, and his vision was darkening. They walked towards the darkness, where the road was hiding behind and Peter felt his body getting lighter and lighter with each short step he took.

“I…it all hurts Mr. Stark…” he took more labored breaths while gripping onto the handle of the crowbar.

Tony could only look at the kid with compassion oozing out of his eyes when he started to speak again.

“Remember when you stopped that bank robbery?”

“Which time” Peter chuckled, even though it hurt every part of his body.

“You know what? I’m gonna ignore that and continue with what I was gonna say…” Tony chuckled too “…remember how mad I was?”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t let me leave the apartment without telling you where I was and checking in every five minutes.”

“I couldn’t let you away from my attention for too long because every time I did, you’d get yourself into some trouble.

They giggled together and the memory of Peter getting scolded by Tony flooded his mind. It was as if he’d been transported to that moment. One moment he was walking in a dark parking lot and the next he was in the living room of the Avengers compound. The entire moment felt like a cutaway in a show. It all happens in the way he remembered.

He relived the scolding from Tony. “Do you know how stupid that was!? They had never seen before weapons! Ones I’ve never seen before! I swear you’re gonna give me a heart attack one day, kid.”

He relived Tony apologizing. He heard the soft knocks on his door and saw Tony walk in with a tight lipped smile. “Uh…I want to apologize..for the last night. Even though you’re young and semi new to the whole hero thing, you dearmed the robbers and turned them in to the authorities without hurting yourself or others. Good job..I guess.” He felt Tony’s awkward side hug along with it.

He relived receiving Tony’s apologetic gifts, even after he apologized. Tony’d given him a new and more advanced suit along with many little gadgets and gizmos, one of them being his little robot buddy A.P.R.I.L (Assistant Programed to Remember I Lived). “Look it was difficult to come up with an acronym okay? It’s to remind you that you lived through the robbery and that you can live through tougher things.”

“Feels like you need this more than me” Peter laughed.

They walked limped for another few steps before Tony spoke up again.

“Hey what was the name of that girl you were dating?”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat “…uh MJ…” he hadn’t said her name in so long…

“Cute name, is it actually MJ though?”

Peter laughs at Tony’s comment, blood pooling out faster because of it.

“Well it’s Michelle Jones but she prefers MJ.”

They inched forward a few steps, Peter’s steps were starting to falter.

“I remember the day I asked to be her boyfriend—like officially.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it.”

“Ned gave me a bunch of ideas like to make her an elaborate sign and a hundred different types of other odd things…”

“Dude you have to make it epic! You could to buy her a bouquet with a hundred count of her favorite flowers and each flower has a thing you like about her AND THEN you show her the light up sign asking her to be your girlfriend!” Ned rambled.

“Or…I could just take her out to a restaurant or cafe and ask her…?”

“Nah that’s lame! You see, girls love when you spoil them, you have to go all out!”

“So how’d you actually ask her out?”

“I was simple with it. I took her to this cafe slash book store and asked her over a drink.” Peter gave the best shoulder shrug he could at his state.

“So MJ…” Peter played with the page of the book he’d picked.

MJ looked up from her book and gave a questioning look at Peter. He could feel his pulse pick up and palms sweat when she looked up. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail—with the exception of her bangs—and he could’ve sworn she had a halo and wings appear once he looked at her. “I wanted to ask you something…” Peter started.

MJ takes the bookmark from its position beside the book and closes it between the pages. She slides it slightly off to her right and rests her head in her palm, waiting for him to continue. She gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever been given and all the words evaporated from his mind. “What is it Peter?”

Peter swallowed hard and started speaking, trying his best to not stutter. “Since we both like each other and have gone on several dates and stuff…may I be your boyfriend?” Peter takes her hand in his and smiles at her as she takes her time answering his question.

She taps her fingers to her chin and tilts it up slightly, acting as if she’s in deep thought. Her smile is wider than ever and Peter basically feels time stop seeing her. She lowers her head and stares him straight in the eyes, giggling. “Of course!”

He starts giggling with her and leans his head forward, snaking his other hand to cup her cheek. She too leans her head forward and closes her eyes in anticipation. It’s when his lips finally press to hers does Peter’s heart stop pounding so hard. They molded so perfectly together, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. It was slow and deep. No tongue, no lust, just deep yearning and pure love.

“I’m not sure where she is these days. I tried to talk to her after the whole multiverse fiasco with Mr. Strange but I chickened out when I got there…” Peter dropped his head at the painful memory.

“It’s okay Pete, it’s not your fault.” Tony rubbed his hands against Peter’s arm, feeling him get colder and colder.

Peter picked up his head and looked at Tony as he let his tears flow down his cheeks. Tony caressed the tears off his cheeks and gave him a side hug. “It’s okay, let your tears out.”

Peter was sobbing against Tony’s embrace. It hurt, physically and emotionally. He was so tired. He had no one left. May wasn’t there to comfort him anymore, neither was Ned, and neither was MJ. The last memory played in his mind at the thought of May. It was the day she and Happy had their first date.

May came out of her room in a beautiful soft yellow and pink dress a bit past her knees. Her hair was in a half up half down style with loose curls and she had her signature purse slung over her shoulder. “Wow May you’re so pretty!” Peter complimented as she walked over to the shoe closet by the front door.

May looked at Peter “Are you sure? It feels…” she made a circular motion in the air, referring to herself “…a little much.”

“Yes! Where are you going?”

“I…have a date.” May grinned as she got her sandals out of the closet.

“Ooo who’s the lucky fella?” Peter asked while wiggling his eyebrows and the brightest smile plastered on his face.

“Happy! You know, the chauffeur guy that you always hang out with?” Peter’s smile dropped.

“Wait you’re going on a date with HAPPY?”

“Yeah…what he’s nice, funny, and he’s got a charm to him!”

“What he’s literally always grumpy! Does not live up to his name!”

May chuckled at Peter’s disapproval as she walked towards him. She cupped both of his cheeks and smiled. “He’s a good man Peter. You just have to warm up to him.” With that, May squeezed his cheeks and shook his head from side to side.

He started laughing at her action and pulled off her hands from his cheeks. “Fine. But if he hurts you in any way, I am not afraid to hit my elders.” He half joked.

May laughed at his half full threat and lightly smacked his shoulder. She pulled him into a hug and he fell into her embrace with no hesitation, closing his eyes.

It’s only when he opened his eyes he’s facing cold harsh reality again. He can see the warm street lights ahead of him along with the few cars swooshing by. His knees are faltering at this point and Tony is long gone from his side. Maybe Tony was never there. Maybe his brain had tricked itself to imagine someone helping him to ease the pain of the loneliness in is last moments. Whether he was actually there or not, he was glad he got a proper last moment with the only father figure in his life. Peter limps two more feet before he collapses on the sidewalk. His knees fall onto the cold hard concrete and he finally pulls off his mask, breathing in the, not so fresh, New York City, air.

He leans forward and rests his left hand on the ground while gripping onto the crowbar with his other hand. His vision is blurred and he can feel his eyelids getting heavier. With all of the might he had left in his body, he pulls the crowbar out. The rest of whatever blood he had left in his body spills out with the crowbar no longer there to aid in stopping the bleeding. The crimson liquor coats the gloves of his suit, pooling out too quickly. The pain speeds throughout his body for the last time as his arms give out. He’s in a fetal position facing the ground, holding onto his wound.

Only when he is taking his last breaths does Peter Parker finally feel relaxed. He breathes in and out deeply as the sound of the world dissolves from his ears and he finally hears silence. He smiles his last smile and he accepts the warm welcome of death. Because it is only when he dies that he realizes that death isn’t a dark, hooded, skeleton with a scythe. It’s his mother, Mary “May” Parker, holding her arms wide open for him to fall into.

It’s said that in the last seven minute of someone’s life, their brain is active, going back through their memories. Peter is content knowing he saw his family for the last time before he died.

“Oh my god look!”

“What?”

“Is that Spider-Man?” the girl pointed at Peter’s corpse. They ran towards it, to get a closer look

“Holy shit it is!” The boy yelled.

“Shit look at him! There’s holes over his body!”

“What are you looking at Ned? Call the cops!”

“Jeez I’m already on it MJ, chill!”

A sense of familiarity washes over her as she pushes the body of the fallen hero to his side. She sees his expressionless face and she feels nostalgia prick at her brain like static. She taps her friend kneeling beside her. “Does he look familiar to you?”

Grinch

Tony Stark x reader

A/N I'm so sorry for being so unorganised I thought something like this would be easy but I realised that it takes a ridiculous amount of planning so next time when I do an event like this I'll plan it for a couple more weeks in advance, but at least I can learn from this mistake. The last few fics for my 100 followers celebration SHOULD be coming out over the next few days so thank you for your patience. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary Tony is a bit of a Grinch and you plan to change it

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff

Christmas wasn’t Tony’s favourite time of year, if anything he hated it. It wasn’t hard to understand since he had spent many years alone as each day bled into another with the drink, drugs and women.

However, you were determined to get Tony into the Christmas spirit this year. The first step of your plan was to take him shopping for decorations.

“Come on Tony, stop being such a grinch, we're going shopping whether you like it or not,” you told him with your arms crossed.

“I can just get F.R.I.D.A.Y to order them for us,” he retorted with a pout on his face.

You walked over to him and kissed his pouty lips, “It will be fun babe, I promise,” you gave him the sweetest smile you could conjure.

“Fine, only because I love you,” he responded, kissing you again.

“And I love you too,” you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out the door. 

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“What do you think of these baubles?” you asked Tony.

“They look good, they’ll go with the tree,” he replied.

Tony wasn’t ready to admit it, but he had started getting into the Christmas spirit. He was starting to enjoy this shopping spree that he almost didn’t join you on.

“We’ll get these then,” you put them in the basket with a smile on your face.

You noticed Tony’s new interest in the decorations which was unexpected but made you happy.

“I think that’s it for this shop,” you walked over to the till and Tony emptied the basket.

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Two hours of shopping later, you were back home with countless bags spread across the living room. 

“Please can you help me decorate?” you asked Tony.

You walked over to him and sat in his lap, “Pleeeease.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “You owe me,” he told you with a playful smirk.

You smiled and grabbed his hand. You took him over to the tree you put up in the corner of the living room and handed Tony a box of baubles.

“Put them anywhere you think it looks good,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrow, “really?”

“Yeah. I’m aware that I’m a perfectionist on everything else but I promise decorating the tree is supposed to be fun, not perfect.”

You both took baubles out of the box and put them on the branches. Around 40 minutes -and a lot of messing around- you were finished. 

“Oh shit,” you exclaimed.

“What?” Tony asked, concerned.

“We forgot to put the lights on the tree.”

Tony looked at the tree and then at the lights on the floor, “I could still get them on, I’ll just have to be careful,” With that, Tony picked up the string of lights and carefully put them around the tree.

Once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the tree but had knocked five baubles off in doing so.

“Shit!” he shouted which made you laugh, “It’s not funny,” he told you whilst trying to hold in his laugh.

“I think it looks amazing babe,” you said.

“Me too, but I’m tired. We can finish decorating tomorrow, ” Tony feinforced this with the fakest yawn you've ever seen.

“Seems like it,” you grabbed the other decorations and put them in a box ready for the next day. 

Then, Tony got onto the couch and started to flick through the channels on the tv before deciding to look through Netflix.

You walked over to Tony and smiled at his concentrated face.

He looked up at you and mentioned with a smirk on his face, “You owe me still.”

“What do I owe you Tones?” you didn’t know what answer to expect since Tony was so unpredictable.

“You owe me cuddles on the couch while we watch the Grinch,” he said, grabbing a blanket and shuffling back on the couch.

“One, you are the Grinch and two, that sounds fair,” you replied, smiling and getting onto the couch. Tony just rolled his eyes in response.

You shuffled back so Tony was spooning you and his chin was resting on your head. He threw the blanket over you and kissed your head. You both stayed like that until you fell asleep.

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Marvel Exhibit

Back to Front Desk

Incorrect Quotes

Are there paws???

Loki’s a sore loser

Compilation + MHA

More Compilation + Marvel

Headcanons

Being friends with Bucky Barnes

Avengers with a reader who has chronic pain Pt.2

Being Peter Parker’s little sister, Spidergirl and youngest Avenger

TASM! Peter falling in love again after Gwen

Imagines

I hope you don’t mind me sending you another request, you’re just really talented :)

Can I request something about the marvel characters with a reader who has chronic pain? Can be platonic or romantic, I don’t really mind. Thanks!

A/n: Don't worry about it! I actually appreciate it. Thank you for the kind words 💖. It leans more towards platonic but nothing is directly stated so its free for interpretation. Also pls correct me if I had any information wrong

𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧:

ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎ఌ︎

They all would try to help you in their own ways

Tony and Bruce would get you medical help

I’m pretty sure Bruce has a good amount of knowledge in these kinds of things

So he would basically serve as your doctor

If I’m wrong or Bruce is unavailable for whatever reason-

That’s where Tony and his rich boy privileges come in

Need to find a doctor? He already found a hella good one for you

Medical bills? He’s paying.

Medicine? He’s paying.

Need Physical therapy? He’s paying.

Any treatment in general requires payment? HE.IS.PAYING.

Steve would make sure that you aren’t doing anything that might worsen your pain

*Takes the boxes from your hands*

“Your doctor said you shouldn’t do any heavy lifting”

He also makes sure the advice your doctors give you will be followed

He’s trying to minimize your pain in a non-medical way

It’s likely that he searched up what kind of lifestyle changes can help you

So- expect to do some exercising with him

Don’t worry tho- he makes sure it isn’t too much for you

Clint would also take care of you but in a more maternal way compared to Steve

He’s a dad of course he’s gonna be maternal

He’s making sure that you’re taking care of yourself like eating and sleeping despite the depression that can come with chronic pain

Sam and Bucky wouldn’t have much initiative compared to the others but they would get you whatever you need when you ask from them

Peter would be the same as Steve but less authoritative if that makes sense?

“Hey- I don’t really think you should be doing that. Let me do it”

Thor would be a little clueless so he’ll need to be informed of your condition

But he’ll still try to find ways to help you

Wanda would help you distract yourself from the side effects of chronic pain

She basically makes sure you are coping in a good way

When you can’t sleep because of the pain, you would normally go to her or Nat

Speaking of Nat- she's is a mix between Clint and Wanda

The way she’ll act depends on what you need

She and Steve are most likely gonna be the ones going with you to the hospital

I honestly think Vision is a mix of all of the above

He’s basically your personal Baymax at this point

But be ready to open your doors and block your walls because vision’s going through them

“Do you need anythi-”

“AHH- VISION! USE THE DAMN DOOR”

Let’s just hope you aren’t extremely jumpy okay 😃

Everyone’s gonna remind if you took your meds yet

“Did you take your medication yet?”

“Yes- Bruce already asked me that.”

“Okay- Just making sure”

“Did you take your medication yet?”

“Didn’t you already ask me that earlier?”

“I did?”