#ant man x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

charliedawn · 2 years

Note

avengers (and peter parker) on their wedding day, maybe seeing reader walk down the isle?

Tony was very nervous at first, he kept glancing at the alley door, hoping you wouldn't get cold feet or run away..You had every right to.

He was a flirt, egotistical genius and you had had plenty other reasons to quit, give up..His foot was shaking and he was about to call the whole thing out when you appeared.

You were breath-taking.

Words got stuck in his throat and when you started walking, Tony felt that—out of all the Avengers—he was the luckiest.

"I do.."

He blurted out before the priest had even started the ceremonial speech. You smiled knowingly at him and Tony thanked his lucky star that he got to you first. He wasn't stupid, and knew you had had many proposals before him and he didn't think you would pick him, but you did..He wanted to do a little dance and shout very childishly.

"TAKE THAT, SUCKERS !"

But, he didn't want to sound like a complete asshole the day of your wedding, so he simply smiled back.

He almost forgot that he had a whole speech prepared for the occasion, a real teary-eyed emotional speech..But, when he opened his mouth to say them, the words that got out were completely different.

"Y/N L/N. I never thought you would become a Stark, even less to accept to go on a first date with me or become the one who brightens my life. But, for some reason ? I wouldn't have it any other way. And even though Stark used to be a name I wasn't proud of—that I despised even—I know that if you decide to wear it ? I would never be prouder of bearing any other name..You make me want—for the first time in my life—to embrace who I am and give my all so our future name may make you proud. I love you, Y/N.", he finished and you were thankful he did, because you would have had no time to shower him in praises in return.

"Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, philanthropist..And, I hope, no more the playboy I used to know ?"

A couple of muffled chuckles and barely hidden snorts made themselves heard in the audience. However, you didn't mind them, as your eyes were still fixed on Tony who faked being offended, placing his hand flat on his chest with his eyes slightly agape in mocking indignation.

"I thought..How could someone so great ever be interested in me ? Out of every person in the high crowd..How could the incredible Tony Stark ever see me ? But—for some strange reason—you did. You took my hand and we danced. We danced, and it was on that first night that I knew. You were the one I would end up falling in love with, and even though there were a lot of stones and crevices along the way..Here we are."

Tony smiled knowingly at you. Your love had never been simple or straightforward, but it still led you to the altar. He didn't believe in destiny, but he had to admit it really seemed like it.

When it was finally the right time, he didn't hesitate before repeating the I do and you followed him suit.

Your love wasn't perfect, but it was worth it.

He then grabbed you and tilted you backwards to kiss you deeply, not caring about the room full of guests gasping and clapping energetically around you.

And to make it even better, Tony grabbed your hand and you both ran away, a car already waiting outside for you. When you were both in the car, he turned towards you and asked you with a small enigmatic smile.

"Where to, my lady/gentleman ?"

You thought about it for a moment before finally answering with a wide grin.

"How about..everywhere ?"

Tony seemed taken aback for a moment, but soon, his signature smile brightened his face and he kissed your knuckles before starting the car.

"EVERYWHERE ! HERE WE COME !", he declared loudly.

You missed the old man, standing next to the car, until your eyes briefly met and he smiled.

You were sure to have seen him somewhere before ? He waved and you waved back sheepishly. It was like you were saying goodbye to an old friend.

"Take good care of him..", he mouthed to you before Tony drove away.

Clint was on the verge of tears. He had waited for that day for so long, he thought it would never come..

Natasha had to hold his hand while they were waiting. Clint knew he had to choose a best man, but he couldn't see anyone who deserved that title more than Natasha.

"Don't worry. They're coming. Hold the tears, you big softie."

Natasha admonished jokingly and he gasped a breath before nodding weakly.

"I'll try..", he replied with a little broken voice, his tone betraying his nervousness.

Natasha smiled sympathetically and patted his shoulder encouragingly.

At that moment, the doors opened and you appeared. In an instant, all of Clint's worries vanished. He just knew his heart seemed to be malfunctioning, as it couldn't stop beating faster than a running horse.

He felt cold sweat run down his spine and gulped loudly as you started walking towards him.

That was it.

The moment he had waited so long for and it took all of his will power not to laugh in relief. Finally. He would have everything he ever desired..You would be his wife/husband and the notion itself made him feel like everything he had to go through to find you was worth it.

He almost missed the priest's words and when it was his time to talk and tell you everything he felt for you ? He fell silent from a second or two in secret devotion before finally finding the right words.

"Y/N. I wanted to impress you. I even asked the others for advice on what I should say to you today..But, truth is ? There are no words strong enough to tell you how much I love you..You know me. I was always the quiet type, and even though, you found something in me. And, if you say yes today ? Know that you would make me the happiest man in the world."

He couldn't hold back his tears any longer, but you neither. You smiled happily at him and took a big breath before starting talking too.

"Clint. I knew from the beginning that winning you over would be a challenge. Tough guy who has terrible trust issues and a fortress around his heart that even I, had great difficulty piercing through. And God knows I've tried.."

It made him and the audience laugh, but if a marriage was to be successful, it had to be built on truth and trust. So, you had to be completely honest as to why you had fallen for that man that everything seemed to tell you not to at first..

"..But, I also saw a side of you that took me by surprise. A glimpse of who you truly are..You're the most caring and admirable man I have ever met and just for that, you gained my heart."

Clint blinked his tears away and when he held your hands and leaned forward to kiss you, it was beautiful and so true, it brought tears to Natasha's eyes as well.

When you took a step back and you smiled brightly at each other, you didn't even hear the loud cheers around you.

You threw the bouquet and it landed into an old man's hands. You didn't recognize him exactly, but you were sure to have seen him somewhere before..He smiled widely at you and shouted.

"SEE YOU AT MY WEDDING !"

You smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Send me an invitation !"

The old man smiled back and disappeared in the crowd afterwards. Your attention then went back to Clint who took your hand and led you to the exit, flowers raining on your path.

You knew you would be happy with him.

A marriage on Asgard was everything you suspected it would be..especially for a royal wedding.

There was the whole kingdom chanting your name and the aisle was so long, you had trouble seeing the end of it..However, when you finally arrived, Thor was waiting for you in his glistening and shinning armor. He looked like one of those princes in fairy tales and you couldn't believe you would soon be his wife/husband.

"You look beautiful.", was the first thing he said to you and you couldn't deny it when he was looking at you with so much love and affection.

It was happening.

You would become the king/queen of Asgard.

Odin linked your arms together with a white cloth and since you are from Midgard, he also asked for the both of you to exchange wedding rings.

When it was time for your respective matrimonial speech, you started.

"You. Thor Odinson. You are everything I never thought possible. You are literally a god. A warrior with inimaginable powers who—one day—knocked on my doorstep and asked for my help. I never could have imagined that my decision of helping a stranger would lead me to where I am today..But, I'm very glad it did..I'm glad it lead me to you. Thor."

Thor beamed at you and for a moment, you could have sworn a tear escaped his eye, but he quickly wiped it away with his thumb before speaking too.

"You. Y/N of Midgard. Are and will always remain the only being in the universe I will ever willingly kneel to. I will offer you my undying loyalty to. And yet, I think it is not enough. Because, you deserve so much more than what a king, or a god can offer you. You deserve happiness, and I will enjoy spending my entire life making sure you will get it. OR MY NAME ISN'T THOR ODINSON !"

You cried a little and knew that Thor wasn't a liar and knowing you had such power over him filled you with pride. Your love for him was overflowing and your heart was beating alongside his like a silent imperceptible song only the two of you could hear.

When Odin asked you, you both said yes in unison, not leaving each other's eyes. You missed the way an old man was looking at the both of you with tenderness..As if he actually knew you.

"You can kiss the..."

Thor didn't wait, he leaned forward and pulled you flushed against him before kissing you breathless. The whole kingdom applauded and you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, everything disappearing around you.

But, a familiar voice succeeded in piercing through the crowd's clamoring to you.

"Have a great life you two."

You opened your eyes and looked around, but the old man was already gone and all that was left was the arms of your beloved around you. Thor tilted his head to look in the direction you were facing with a small worried frown.

"Is something the matter, Y/N ?"

You smiled reassuringly at him and shook your head.

"Nothing important..Let us go."

He smiled widely, as if he was waiting for you to say that before carrying you in his arms to the exit.

He was very excited about spending the night with you and show you everything Asgard had to offer. Your new home.

Bucky was surprisingly calm.

He knew you would come. He was standing straight next to Sam.

With Steve being gone, Sam was the best option and he remained stoic beside him with a small knowing smile on his lips.

He leaned forward to whisper.

"Don't worry, Bucky. After today, you'll no longer have a reason to keep that frown on your face."

Bucky huffed a laugh and as Sam had predicted, the moment his eyes fell on you, he smiled.

You were beautiful..He forgot where you were for a moment and took a step forward, eager to tell you how incredible you looked, but Sam stopped him by resting his hand on his shoulder.

"Calm down, tiger. Let them come to you."

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks and moved his leg up and down impatiently, a smile not leaving his face as he waited for you to walk the stairs of the altar. Once you were finally there, you looked at each other and Bucky instinctively reached for your hands.

The priest arrived and when it was time for the both of you to vocally express your love, you found yourself speechless. What could you say that might express the way you felt about him ? Thankfully, Bucky spoke first.

"Y/N..You are beautiful and smart and incredibly clever. I didn't expect you to be there by my side when times were rough for me, but you were..You are more than what I am worth and just by standing here today, you might as well consider me impressed and in love with you more than ever."

You smiled and nodded understandingly, knowing how every word from Bucky came from the heart. You blinked a few times to wipe the tears away and then replied.

"Bucky Barnes. You have suffered greatly in the past, but I sincerely hope you will find the happiness and peace you seek for with me..In that future we will build together."

It wasn't long, but it was the truth. Bucky could feel it as he smiled tenderly at you and reached for your hand once more. He was sure to find more than he ever bargained for with you and you both tried not to laugh as Sam almost tumbled forward in his eagerness to bring you the rings.

Once the rings exchanged and you both said yes to each other, Bucky kissed you passionately and you smiled into the kiss. You were finally married. When you pulled away, Bucky eyed the door significantly and you smiled again before nodding on agreement. It was time to go..Bucky grabbed your hand and you started running towards the exit.

Once out, Bucky was surprised to find a brand new moto at the gates of the church and was even more shocked when you unhesitatingly jumped on it.

You must have noticed his confusion as you turned towards him and shrugged.

"Happy wedding anniversary in advance ?", you threw the keys at him and Bucky's smile widened as he understood, this new beauty was all his.

"Did I already tell you how much I love you ?", he asked, running his hands on the shiny plastic with admiration.

"Once or twice.", you replied with a small teasing smile, happy that your gift was appreciated.

You glanced back at the church and found a man on the stairs, staring right at you. He smiled kindly when your eyes met and for some reason ? You knew he was someone important.

You smiled back before Bucky climbed on the seat his brand new motorcycle and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Am I still your favorite ?", you teased as Bucky was obviously still admiring the moto, but he immediately broke eye contact with her to look at you.

"Have no doubt about that. I'm the one riding her. You ? I would let you ride me."

Your smile dropped for a moment as you registered what he just said, but Bucky didn't let you reply before starting the engine.

You would have all the time to figure it out on your honeymoon. *wink wink*

The priest was the first one out after you and you locked eyes for a moment. He smiled and winked at you before shouting.

"Enjoy the ride !"

Scott took a big breath before breathing out loudly, skipping from one foot to the other nervously..He had already been a groom once, it didn't end well..He sincerely hoped this time around would be different. He had Cassie by his side with her little basket full of pink rose petals and he wanted to show her that her dad wasn't a complete failure.

But, he was scared.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose to calm himself down, but it was difficult.

What was he doing ?! Why go through the same process when he already knew marriage had never worked out with him ?

However, when the door slammed open and you appeared, as gorgeous as the day you met..He knew why he was here. He knew why he was risking it. He was risking it for you. Because you were worth it. Because you were different.

His heart filled with love and his eyes with tenderness as he saw you walk the aisle. It was like an angel had suddenly come along to brighten his day and make his insecurities wash away..You were here. It was all that mattered.

He took a step forward and extended his hand towards you that you took with a big smile..Gosh. He would die for that smile.

When it was time for the marital vows, Scott had planned the whole thing, had written it down even. But, as his eyes locked with yours, he realized it didn't matter. Whatever he could possibly say, you already knew.

So, he decided to speak from the heart and improvise, something he never really was good at..according to a lot of people.

"Y/N. You're the man/woman of my life. From the moment we met, I never doubted a second that we would eventually be together. However, I won't lie. I was scared. Still am, actually. I wasn't a good husband, not even a good man either to be honest..I want to believe that I can be with you, but it's hard. I'm excited, hopeful and it's fantastic, but also terrifying. I've never felt like this before, not since Cassie was born. I'm so in love with you. I can't wait to kiss you, have children with you, have a life with you, change diapers with you and..", he chuckled awkwardly at the sudden silence in the church/room after that last part and massaged the back of his neck nervously,"..I ruined the moment, didn't I ?"

You laughed. You laughed, and Scott's eyes widened as tears formed at the corner of your eyes and he feared you were laughing at him, but he quickly discarded the idea.

"Scott..You fool ! You're the best man I have ever met ! You are an amazing father, a goddamn superhero and I can't believe you can't see it yet ! I'm so in love with you, I want all the things you want and more ! I don't care about your past. I love you, Scott. You."

Scott couldn't hold it any longer and pulled you in his arms, not even sparing a glance at the crowd around you. You laughed and kissed each other before the priest had even finished the request and shouted in unison when it was time to say yes, eager to be alone together.

You then ran and you took Cassie in your arms, the three of you entering Scott's car in a hurry, ignoring her mother's protests.

At the last minute, you could have sworn seeing an old man waving at you, but it was only a flick of the moment and you shook your head.

You were going home and Cassie beamed up at you.

"I KNEW YOU WOULD BE MY NEW MOMMY/DADDY !"

You laughed at that and when Scott kissed your knuckles, you knew your future would be amazing.

Stephen was surprised. He wasn't surprised that he was getting married. That. He knew.

He was surprised to find you already waiting for him at the end of the aisle..34 hours before the wedding. You weren't wearing a dress/suit, but you were still there, as if waiting for him..as if you knew he would be there.

He floated down next to you and you stood still, not even glancing at him. You knew he had something to ask you..

Stephen looked up at the ceiling.

Maybe would he find the words up there ?

There was something bothering him..

It wasn't him who had asked you. He thought he would be the one to put a knee on the ground and get out the ring, but you beat him to it..And the only answer you had given him when he had asked you about this sudden decision, was an enigmatic smile and a cheeky wink.

It was gnawing at him. However, your voice cut him out of his thoughts as you turned towards him.

"I wanted to see you..Just, to make sure you're okay."

His eyes widened. It was his wedding, why wouldn't he be okay ?! He was ecstatic, he couldn't wait to be eternally linked through marital contract with you..He had waited too long when love had knocked at his door the first time, he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. So, he lied. He smiled and shook his head.

"I'm okay.."

The look you gave him showed that you weren't fooled, but you didn't persist. He would tell you eventually..

There was still this worry persisting in the back of his head, and even though he wanted to tell you, he couldn't.

So, when it was the time for marital vows on your wedding day, only one question went past his lips.

"Y/N..Why did you propose ?"

Your brow furrowed and you looked up at him with confusion in your eyes and he understood he would have to be clearer.

"Why did you propose first ? You knew I would have eventually done it..Right ?"

Your reaction wasn't the one he expected as your straight out busted into laughter..He knew he should be upset, but the sound was so beautiful, he couldn't help but laugh as well.

"Right. Stupid question.", he quickly added, but you shook your head and held his hands in yours. You smiled absent-mindedly at his calloused fingertips and wondered how many people he had saved with those hands ?

"Stephen Strange..If I had waited for you to propose to me, I would have died a bachelor/an old maiden."

He was shocked at first, but let out a soft chuckle at the realization..You were right. Stephen had a problem when it came to taking decisions, especially concerning the matters of the heart. He should have known.

Well..He had his answer now.

The priest smiled as he saw Stephen's contempt expression, which was known to be a rare sight.

"Stephen Stradt..", he started, but was interrupted by Stephen.

"It's Strange."

The priest frowned a little at the correction before continuing.

"Right, Strand. Will you take Y/N to be your wife/husband ?"

Stephen stopped himself from rolling his eyes and decided to ignore the priest and looked back at you. You were radiant and Stephen felt his chest fill with pride at the thought that finally, he had found his happiness. He would no longer be alone.

"Yes.", it came a little too quick and by the way your smile slightly widened, you knew too.

You followed suit and when he leaned forward to kiss you, you let him linger there a few seconds longer than necessary, certain that that kiss would stay in both of your memories until the end of your lives.

You then pulled away and Stephen turned towards the crowd, trying to remain composed, but failing as his cape started wiping his tears away.

"Quit it.", he ordered and the cape indulged, but seeing Stephen's red face was enough for you to let out a small laugh. He sent you a death glare, but it softened as he realized you were now his wife/husband..that he would get to hear your laugh again and again. It made him smile again.

A few days later, the marriage papers would arrive and you would both be surprised to find the correct last name on the document.

"I knew it ! That old priest was mocking me !", Stephen exclaimed in disbelief and you laughed.

However, you then found another small note written by the priest to your attention.

Take good care of that old grunt for me. I wish you both a good fulfilling life.

You smiled at the note and the faint memory of the priest's face came back to you..Somehow, you were certain to have seen him somewhere before ?

Stephen noticed your thoughtful expression and squeezed your hand.

"Is something the matter ?"

You looked back at him and smiled reassuringly before shaking your head.

"Nothing. Just an odd feeling of melancholy..It'll pass."

Stephen didn't further on the subject, but he did extend his hand forward to lead you outside.

"How about a walk outside to clear our minds, Y/N Strange ?"

You smiled at the name and nodded in agreement.

"There is nothing I would like more, Stephen Strange."

Peter was late.

It was to be expected. It wasn't easy to be a superhero.

However, what you didn't expect was Spiderman to crash your wedding and land in front of you. You knew that Peter was Spiderman, but many of the guests didn't. Or, so you thought ? There weren't that many guests, and since your few family members that could come had been delayed by traffic, you couldn't be sure.

"What are you doing ?", you whispered to him and he shrugged before replying.

"There was too much traffic. I didn't want to be too late to my own wedding.."

You rolled your eyes and hid your amused smile before turning towards the priest and gestured him to continue the ceremony. The priest, after a few seconds of staring at the unexpected groom, indulged. When the part of the vows arrived, you wondered if you should spare his whole secret identity thing by addressing him as Spiderman ? But, he spared you the trouble as he started.

"Y/N. We went to class together. We fought crime together. And now, we're getting married..Wow. If I didn't know any better, I would say you have a crush on me ?"

It made you laugh. Typical Peter..Always had to get the last laugh. But, not this time.

His eyes widened when you started undressing in front of everybody and Peter then noticed your hero suit underneath.

"What are you doing ?!", he exclaimed, mourning the dress as it fell to the floor.

"There is no way you're getting married in your hero suit and I don't ! Now, help me get out of that dress/suit !"

"Yes, ma'am/sir."

Peter eagerly agreed with a small amused laugh and then helped you undress while the guests looked at each other, wondering if it was all part of the wedding plan. But, when you were both in your hero suits and Peter held your hand, it felt like there was only the two of you.

It felt right.

And when your eyes met ? There was this warm sensation that spread across your body and when it was time for the kiss, you pulled him in. Peter didn't complain.

He thought he would never get to ask you to marry him, as many heroes die young. He knew this the moment he became Spiderman..He thought he would never get to see you in a wedding dress/suit. But, here you were.

You were married. It was done. Peter's eyes watered and he quickly wiped them away. He wasn't going to cry at his own wedding.

But, you seemed to read his mind as your own eyes brimmed with tears of joy.

You kissed him again and Peter swore he could have died of happiness right there.

He then remembered where you were and pulled away, his hand still in yours as he turned towards the crowd. There was aunt May, clapping next to Happy who was trying his best to remain stoic, but failing spectacularly as he burst into tears. Aunt May gave him a handkerchief that he accepted gratefully.

Peter smiled affectionately at them, but then his eyes caught another pair of eyes on him. An old man was sitting at the far end of the room/church and was clapping too. He had a pair of sunglasses on and even though Peter had never seen him before, he was familiar to him somehow..It was an odd feeling, a mix of melancholy and relief. It was as if his uncle Ben was still there, still watching over him.

You also noticed the old man who left the church with his fist raised to the sky.

"Good job, kid.."

"Who put the marinara sauce next to the tortilla chips ?!", was the first thing you heard when you entered the room where there was suppose to occur you wedding after-party. There was no doubt it was your wife who had just exclaimed her disapproval and was now rearranging the whole design of the room to her taste.

You pretended to be as obfuscated as her by the room arrangement, even though you were the one who had placed the marinara sauce next to the tortilla chips.

"What ?! Where is the police ?! The National Guard ?! The army ?! A crime has been committed !", you joked and she sent you a glare that immediately made you raise your hands up in surrender.

"I'm innocent, officer. I swear."

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile betrayed her amusement as she huffed before exchanging the marinara sauce for some guacamole..Figures.

"It is no laughing matter ! I want everything to be perfect."

You repressed an eye roll before wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder, while she was working her magic to make everything "perfect." Then, a dark thought crossed your mind.

"Say..Did you ever try to make me 'perfect' too ? Just wondering..", you wanted to sound nonchalant, but Wanda was not fooled. She suddenly stopped her actions to focus on you and saw the sudden hesitancy in your eyes.

She framed your face with her hands and slowly tilted your head so you would look her in the eyes. She then gave you the brightest and most genuine smile she could muster before kissing your forehead.

"You already are.", she finally answered and you felt your heart skip a beat at her confession. You smiled back at her and kissed her sweetly.

"I love you..", you whispered against her lips and she laughed, a light and beautiful laugh so pure it sounded like your wedding bells were already ringing.

"I sure hope so..", she replied with a small amused smile and you held her close.

Who could have predicted a little red witch would have stolen your heart ?

An old man then entered and coughed to get your attention.

"I'm sorry to interrupt..But, if you youngsters would like to follow me, I would like to show you the cake. It has arrived earlier than expected."

Before you could answer, Wanda gave the old man a wide grin and clapped excitedly.

"OF COURSE ! Lead the way..", she then grabbed your arm and dragged you forward, eager to see the cake with you (and maybe even get a taste.)

You walked past the old man and mouthed him in exaggerated helplessness.

"Help."

But the old man raised his hands, clearly signifying that his hands were tied and watched you both walk away with a small smile on his face.

"...I hope you will finally be happy, Wanda."

"Once the war is over, I'll marry you. I promise, Y/N."

Steve had promised to you before going to war all those years ago, and you had waited..You had waited..But, he never came back.

When Steve was found under the ice, his first thought after being brought back to life was to find you. But, what he found wasn't what he wanted..He learned that after long years of waiting, your heart had stopped one morning. He walked into the cemetery and his eyes prickled with tears as he saw your name carved in the stone. You were supposed to grow old together..

And now, you were six feet under the ground and Steve could only wish he wouldn't have waited..He played with the ring in his fingers and bent his head forward to hide his tears from view..It was not supposed to end this way.

He loved you..He still loved you..It wasn't fair.

He tightened his fist around the ring and wondered if he should just get rid of it ? Would it bring him some kind of closure ? Would he finally find peace ?

He then buried one knee in the ground in front of your grave and asked the question he had been so nervous to ask in the past, one that he had no trouble with now..Now that it was too late.

"Y/N L/N..Would you marry me ?"

The pang in his chest tightened at the deadly silence. He would never get his answer it seemed.

He burst into tears, his teardrops falling onto the ground, watering the dry earth beneath him and making it all the more real.

What had he ever done to deserve this ?

"I'm sorry..I'm so sorry I was too late, Y/N. I..You don't know how much I would have wanted to be there. I would give everything to get back to you..I love you. I love you so much. It hurts."

Captain Rogers who was normally so composed, could only crumble in the dirt for your forgiveness. He had seen all of his old camarades marry and die on the battlefield..Now, he didn't know if he pitied or envied them.

He would keep fighting. But, what was the point now ? You were gone.

He left the ring on your tombstone and walked away..only to walk back to retrieve it.

He couldn't give up. He wouldn't..Never.

A few years later :

When Steve stayed in the past, he only had one thing in his mind: you.

He ran so fast, faster than ever before and climbed the stairs by four, racing through your front yard to knock at your door. He was breathless and knocked a second time more urgently, hoping that you would be the one opening the door.

Finally, footsteps were heard and the door opened ajar.

You appeared. The door wasn't completely open that he was already embracing you.

"Y/N..", he uttered your name with such relief, it brought tears to your eyes.

You returned his embrace and buried your face in his neck.

"I missed you..so much.", you cried out and Steve tightened his hold on you, thinking of the irony in your words bitterly.

"I missed you too..And I don't want to wait any longer."

You pulled away confused, until Steve fell on one knee in front of you and got out the ring he had bought all those years ago.

"Y/N L/N. Would you..?"

He didn't get to finish the question.

"YES ! YES YES YES. ! ONE MILLION YES !", you interrupted him and jumped into his arms, making you both fall backwards.

When the ring was slipped on your finger, you looked at it with such a bright smile, Steve could only adore you more for it.

You were both in such bliss that you failed to notice the man standing on the other side of the road, gazing upon the both of you with almost paternal tenderness.

"Finally..You are all happy now."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #marvel #peter parker x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #spiderman x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #clint barton x reader #hawkeye x reader #thor x reader #bucky barnes x reader #scott lang x reader #ant man x reader #stephen strange x reader #wanda maximoff x reader

631 notes · View notes

pythonees · 1 year

Text

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TENDING WOUNDS — scott lang

WARNINGS: 18+, younger woman/older man, blood, injuries, established relationship, oral (m), handjobs

A/N: first time writing male oral 🫣 hope it doesn't... suck.

It's easy to forget that you're an actual adult with an adult job when you've got a fully grown man sulking like a toddler on your couch. You don't even know what time it is, only that you should absolutely still be asleep right now instead of cleaning up Natasha's latest mess.

"For someone trained by Hope, you would think you would learn when you should back out of a fight." You say, carrying your worn medkit into the living room, facing a put out Scott looking like he was just sent to time out.

"I was." He mumbles his way through his words, and you're barely able to understand them even though it's only two things he's said. Still, he doesn't look like he's in that much pain, physically at least. You move to stand between his legs, trying to get a good look at the mess Natasha has made of him.

You hum, getting to work on laying out your things for the very simple task of tending to his scrapes and bruises. It's nothing a little butterfly tape can't fix, from what you can see, anyways. Keeping your touch light, you make quick work of his face, cleaning the cuts with a damp towel before applying the butterfly tape.

He flinches only slightly, a hand coming up to grip behind your knee as you smooth out the pained wrinkles in his forehead, "How long did you last against Natasha?"

"Few minutes, better than Tony did the first time they fought, apparently." He tilts his head without being asked so that you can clean up the painful looking rug burn along his chin, blotchy and already bruising. You work quickly, only both of your breathing filling the silent room.

As you trail your fingers along his face, admiring him up close while looking for anything else that needs to be bandaged and cleaned. It's as your tilting his head up to double check his jaw that you feel the hand on the back of your knee start to slowly work it's way up your leg.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" You ask while trying to ignore the ticklish feeling of his fingers grazing up your bare thigh. You hadn't bothered to but on pants when you realized it was just Scott at your door, wearing only one of his shirts.

Scott simply hums, other hand coming up to mirror the other on your neglected thigh. He tugs gently on you left leg, guiding it up and over his leg, urging you to do the same with the other. You do, making sure he sees your eye roll as you do. Scott is far too used to you by now, the charming smile on his face melting whatever annoyance you were pretending to feel.

You settle fully on his lap, and while he doesn't make a sound, he does tense up significantly. Lifting your weight off of him right away, hands pressed onto his shoulders for support, you glare down at your boyfriend until he breaks.

"Okay! There might be some bruising on my legs... and my chest."

"Scott!"

"You can't blame me when you open the door looking like that, wear my shirt," he tugs on the end of it, an old thing that doesn't even fit him properly anymore. It's been worn so much that it's disgustingly soft to the touch and never seems to loose his scent no matter how much you wear it.

"It's not like we can do anything if your this hurt. You should have said something."

"Darling, baby, light of my life. You cannot expect me to not have some sort of reaction to you," and it's then that you notice the sizeable tent in his black sweats. Your drop a hand onto him without even thinking, grinning at the loud groan he lets out when you give him a soft squeeze.

"If you can sit still and be good, I'll help you out with your little problem here, okay?" You give him another teasing squeeze before letting go.

Scott let's out a pathetic whine at the loss, hips rolling up to chase your touch. You've lifted yourself too far off of him, leaving Scott to desperately roll his hips into the air before he's settling back into the couch.

"Mhmm, yeah. Yeah, I can be good," Scott babbles, hands dropping to the hem of his shirt. He pulls it off with some effort, his slow movements eventually revealing a patchwork of bruises deeper cuts that make you wince in sympathy. There aren't many cuts on his chest, but you do still take your time rubbing cream into his bruises and covering the mystery cuts, making sure to "accidentally" brush your fingers up over his pecks and across pert nipples as you make you way across the expanse of skin.

Scott does nothing more than moan low in his throat, heavy lidded eyes watching you and your every move as you work you way down his chest and to the waistband of his sweats. And if you make a few extra seconds to trace the shape of his abs, well, that's no one's business but your own.

The careful removal of his pants isn't to tease him, though the impatient sounds Scott makes would say otherwise. But his reaction to you sitting on him was alarming, and you desperately wanted to see what was going on.

You have to stand up to be able to get the pants off without doing any harm, and as the tops of his thighs are revealed, you can see that they're already covered in folded up, haphazardly taped down squares of gauze, tiny spots of dried blood peeking through the white fabric.

"What happened?" You whisper, letting your fingers dance along the edge of a smaller piece of gauze.

"Got too close to the mirror, crashed into it when she flipped me. Most of it hit my legs. Sam helped me get all the glass out.

"Well," you start, hands drifting to the hem of his horrible flamingo covered boxers, "it's a good thing you legs took the brunt of the hit. Don't know what I would have done if you were fully out of commission."

You pull the elastic until his cock spring out, tip red and already starting to leak. There's no time wasted between when he's freed and when your hand is wrapped around the base, dropping swiftly to your knees to get a better angle as you start to slowly work your hand over the soft skin.

Scott let's out an obscene moan, hip rolling up into your fist, urging you to go faster. You don't, though, keeping the brutally slow pace as you look up at him in amusement. He's trying his best to be annoyed at your blatant teasing, but the flush settling on his face and down to his pecks ruined the effect.

Slowly, you inch your face closer, sure that he can feel ever exhale on his pre covered cock. It gives a feeble twitch is your hand, pre dribbling down the shaft and getting lost in your fist as you slowly drag it back up, giving the head a twist as you lean foreword.

You've barely got your mouth around him before he's thrusting up into the warm heat of your mouth. You take him down as far as your comfortable, not having to move much at all as Scott unconsciously does all of the work. Fist gently gently the base, your free hand comes up to cup the heavy weight of his balls, working both your hands in pace with your slowly bobbing head.

His eyes are screwed shut as you look up the toned expanse of his body to his face, mouth open as he pants, the occasional moan forcing its way through his stuttered breathing. You let your teeth just barely touch his head as you go back down, catching his attention as his eyes shoot open. They drop down to you, only to squeeze shut right away when he catches sight of you between his legs.

He opens them again with a bit of effort, eyes half lidded as they stare down at you. His hand comes up to cup the hollow of your cheek, thumb swiping high on your cheekbone before hi hand makes his way into your hair. He doesn't try to guide your head despite the desperate roll of his hips, pressure light enough to know that it's there.

Your hand is soaked in a mixture of his pre and your saliva, making the most obscene sound as you pull off of him to take in some much needed air, pumping your hand over his entire length. You give his heavy cock a few pumps before your bringing your hand up to your mouth, licking over your palm and finger to try and clean up the mess you've both made.

Scott groans low in his throat, cock dribbling out even more pre that glides all the way down, mixing with your saliva and to the hand still fondling his balls. You quickly bring your head back to his cock with a less teasing pace, desperate to make him cum.

All it takes is the teasing slide of your tongue along his weeping slit for him to start babbling, the hand in your hair grabbing a fistful that borders on painful as his moan become more drawn out and desperate. You barely have time to take a steadying breath before he's coming, painting your mouth and throat in his cum, hips stuttering to a stop as you swallow him down.

The death like grip he had on you hair quickly lets up, hand cupping your cheek to guide you off him when the absent minded sucking around him began to be overwhelming on his spent cock. You tuck him back into his boxers, moving to sit over him again when he stops you.

"Help me lay back so that you can sit that pretty pussy of yours on my face," He rasps out, voice raw from moaning as load as he was. You can't help but roll your eyes at his eagerness, quickly helping him when he starts to do it on his own. Who are you to deny him what he wants?

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

#scott lang #scott lang x reader #scott lang smut #ant man #ant man x reader #ant man smut #avengers #the avengers #marvel #Ꮺ. my work #Ꮺ. smut warning

319 notes · View notes

ramen-flavored · 2 years

Text

Scott Lang having a podcast is the most Scott Lang thing ever

438 notes · View notes

takenbypeter · 1 year

Text

Revenge Of The Egg

Scott Lang x reader

Words: 250

Number 4: “Want to help egg my ex’s house?”

Authors note: Heehee it’s not the exact line but same vibes

“Hmmm,” you breathed out, sinking your body deeper into your spot on the couch while simultaneously having Scott’s arm around you.

It was practically a lazy Sunday with you two really doing nothing all day except for watching tv, blasting some tunes, and relaxing. But there’s only so much of doing nothing you can do until it gets boring.

You breathed out another sigh before exclaiming, “I’m bored,” catching Scott’s attention.

“We could go to the movies?”

You shook your head at his proposal.

“We could go out to eat?”

Again another denial came from you. And you heard a, hmm, emit from him. “We could egg my ex’s house.”

You frowned, “it’s not Halloween. Plus wouldn’t Maggie be mad? And what’s gonna happen if they see us?”

He shrugged his lips curving down for a moment, “they’re not gonna see us. And it’s really Paxton’s house, and I don’t really care about that guy.”

You let out a chuckle and shook your head at the thought.

“Oh come on. It could be fun…” he teased with a nudge nudge.

“No, it’s too mean…”

You two sat there for a moment, with just the background noises being heard until you finally said, “just one egg, and we’re not going to break anything.”

“I’ll grab the keys!” He exclaimed a little too excited, while moving his arm and immediately hopping off the couch. You watched from your spot as he ran off and you couldn’t help but laugh at his demeanor.

Dialogue Prompts

#scott lang fanfiction #scott lang fanfic #scott lang imagine #scott lang x reader #ant man x reader #ant man imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers fanfiction #avengers fanfic #mcu x reader #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #dialogue prompt

57 notes · View notes

lilylovelyxo · 1 year

Text

Y/N: “Pretty manipulative dad, I see where I get it.”

Scott Lang: “Thank you! You should see my taxes.”

#scott lang #ant man #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel #scott lang x reader #scott lang x you #mcu x reader #mcu #bobs burgers quotes #ant man x reader #ant man imagine

88 notes · View notes

yanderemcu · 3 months

Text

Yandere Scott Lang Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Very touchy and romantic

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Holding,Wraps around you,silent treatment, force feeding, takes things away

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

10 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

As below you as possible

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married. Have kids

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

sweets,stuff animals, Clothes,jewelry, Accessories,Blankets, pillows, Food,flowers

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

5/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Drags you away

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

He doesn't kill anyone

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

Yes

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Cupcake,Sweetie,Sweetheart,hunny,love,sugar,precious, sweetiepie, cutie,baby doll

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

Kills himself

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He will get you back one day

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

8/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Sweet,Caring, Obsessive,Delusional,Overprotective,Clingy, Submissive,Shy

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Doesn't hurt you at all

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Threatens to hurt himself

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing at all

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

1/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Cuddles you closely

#yandere #yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere avengers #yandere boy #Yanderescottlang #Yandereantman #ant man #scott lang #scott lang x reader #ant man x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #marvel #mcu #paul rudd

13 notes · View notes

rassvetsky · 1 year

Note

hi! can i request a fluffy halloween fic with scott lang where he and reader does those couple costumes? 🫶 tysm!!!

i am literally in love with you for requesting this. my love for scott is beyond words and this is way too late and rushed but still pls feel free to request again whenever you'd like ily

88 Miles Per Hour

scott lang x reader

"Through costumes put together in a rush and water fights with resident trick-or-treaters, you found a moment of peace to memorize every single detail Scott held."

[2k] | just short & cute nothing worth warning u about except for. scott's beauty. obviously. halloween themes, feelings, kiiiinda friends to lovers but mostly just flirty banter, scott is a cutie and he deserves the world and i love him so much your honor

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Time spent with Scott Lang felt like a whiplash- the dopamine high he tended to give you with his jokes and compliments could rival ecstasy. He wouldn't let you think about anything else; if life was stressing you out, he was definitely the man to go to because through the pointless conversations and intrusive DIY projects, his main priority was to make you feel good, safe and appreciated. And of course, to get you laughing so hard that you wouldn't even be able to remember what you were stressed out about in the first place.

But just like everything else, that went both ways. Scott didn't tend to show it when he was down, but through the decrease in energy, you could sense it. Hell, even from his tone through the line when you called him to ask him about his day- you'd immediately sense that something was wrong, and it needed to be fixed, immediately.

Because in your eyes, Scott deserved much better than what he already had in this life.

So when you showed up by his door with a bag of clothes picked specifically for Halloween and demanded a few hours of his time to prepare after a short call, of course he wasn't going to say no. It surprised you when he announced that he'd much rather stay at home for Halloween, knowing damn well that he was a sucker for the holiday. You didn't have time to ask him what he wanted to wear, since you were already sure that he'd say no if you offered to handle everything and force him out of his place; so an imposition was necessary.

Truth is, Scott didn't feel down. Not in a traditional sense, at the very least. But when you quite literally forced him out of his t-shirt to pull a vintage shirt on him and top it up with a lab coat, he couldn't hold back the bittersweet smile that took over his chiseled, beautiful features; the proximity making him feel all warm and fuzzy. When you rambled on about how you had to scramble everything at the last minute to pull off a Marty McFly and Doctor Brown outfit for the two of you, knowing damn well that he loved the movie, he felt nauseous with how deep his feelings laid within.

If only he could find a way to tell you.

He watched you as you took off your work shirt to change into a white check grid design short sleeve one, and pulled a denim vest on top, letting the signature red puffer vest lay on the couch for the moment before approaching him again with a grin. "The wig is a bit… Low quality, but we don't need anything more," you hummed, mostly to yourself, before pushing him by his shoulders to sit on the couch again- wig fitting materials already ready by the coffee table since you ordered him to go grab some of the stuff you missed earlier on. "Just don't move too much. Sit pretty."

"As long as you don't glue it down to my actual hair," he chuckled, watching as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Not gonna glue much," you whispered, as if you were giving him a secret. "The lab goggles. They're gonna keep it in place- I feel like my genius is seriously under-rated…"

"It so is." he joined in, the top secret topic of the conversation hidden between your hushed, childish whispers as you giggled along, before you sat by his side and made him face you, slowly brushing his hair back. Your hold on his chin was so delicate that he could cry just by looking at you, and he probably would if that wouldn't make him seem like a complete idiot.

You made him feel things that he didn't even know he was capable of feeling.

And it wasn't anything new. Even back then, when everyone saw him as just another ex-convict, you saw a different light in him. Never discriminated against him, never said anything that could even slightly decrease the hope he had for the future. To you, he was the guy who would show up by your door with a bag of take-out that he bought with his last pocket money just so he could be sure that you weren't skipping meals. He was the guy who always knew just how to cheer you up, just how to hug you so well that all of your worries would disappear.

But then you'd hold him. Like he's this porcelain piece, afraid that he might break if you were any less gentle. You'd play with his hair and massage his scalp while telling him all about your dreams, and how he'd be there to join along. How you'd take him to Europe and then Oceania, then maybe Asia, and show him everything beautiful about this world.

You were so precious that he could feel his stomach filled to the brim with butterflies. Or moths. Big, fluffy, ugly moths that made him want to vibrate out of his body.

His bright eyes followed yours as you focused, carefully putting the short white wig on place and setting it down with the help of the goggles. He looked idiotic in an extremely endearing way that you couldn't help but coo, plopping down in between his arms a second later. "You're adorable."

"You're adorabler."

"That's not a word."

"But it's convenient," he hummed, pulling a chuckle out of you as you excitedly got back up.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?" you quoted, rather dramatically, as he laughed along with you and reached for your red vest, so you could put it on and the two of you would get going.

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit."

You were so proud of yourself.

Firstly, for knowing Scott like the back of your hand. Second, for being the reason he was already out of that gloomy mood- singing along to whatever 2012 pop song was playing, with a bottle of beer he snatched from somebody's table and a small packet of chocolate truffles that he held between your linked arms, as you two walked around the busy streets. People were all dressed up, shiny decorations everywhere- yet through all that light, Scott's eyes shined the brightest.

And you figured that there's nothing in this world you wouldn't do to have those gorgeous green orbs shining that bright with excitement all the time, just like this.

Feet dragging you to a familiar route, you practically pulled him towards the park, filled with kids comparing their trick-or-treat victories and grown-ups trying to get some calming going. Plopping down on the cold grass with a relaxed sigh, you waited until he sat next to you with a grunt, before leaning back on your elbows. "That was fun. But please don't spray kids with water next time."

"It was mutual spraying, why are you trying to make me sound like the villain here?" he feigned innocence but you knew better, judging by the victorious grin he held on before giving the kids their water gun back. You shrugged, instead deciding to sit up again. The lightning didn't allow much through the trees but he had a mature, yet boyish type of beauty that you could appreciate even in the dark. His eyes met yours when he noticed how carefully you were staring at him, though he had to avert them- much to your dismay, as you slowly lifted your hand to trace your fingertips against the laugh lines right by the sides of his eyes.

It only took a gentle touch to get him to look at you again.

"You've got two tiny hazel dots on your right eye," you whispered, trying to hold back a smile upon his attempt of stealthily popping a truffle in his mouth. "The other one is greener, I think. I can't see well from this light but- it's pretty. Have I ever said that before?"

"You explain me to me approximately seven times a day."

"Stop being an ass," a soft snicker left both of you. "I'm trying to memorize you."

He almost gave in. Almost. "What for? You see me a lot."

"I don't see you enough." you shook your head to both sides. Was it the liquid courage or the festive season, you'd never know; but the way he was still smiling gave you all the green lights you could've asked for. "You started to grow some whites on your beard. That's also pretty." your fingers moved down to his slight stubble. "Suits you."

He didn't know what to say. He wasn't even sure if words could actually leave his mouth at that moment- so he just let you memorize him. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter.

But he didn't expect you to just stare at his lips for a full minute, and then reach in to leave a quick peck on them. "And these- still as soft as I remember."

He let out a laugh at that. "We were drunk when that happened, though. Years ago, if I may add."

You shrugged, nonchalant. "It was the first thing I remembered the next morning though. And it was also so gross, God, you salivate a lot when you're drunk."

"You weren't complaining then," his tone was lingering on playfulness. "Can't believe I never kissed you after that to actually prove that I'm actually a better kisser."

"I have serious doubts."

"Do you?" he hummed. "You're a few inches from finding out."

Instead, you aimed for his cheek this time. Scott was content with just that, too, as he let his hand fall on top of yours on the grass, providing shelter from the cold. "Is it scary for you too?"

"Terrifying." he replied right away. "But- you know what? Doesn't matter. As long as I got you."

"Yeah. And- we can do whatever we want. We're unsupervised adults."

"We really should be supervised."

It was slow, from then on. In slow-motion, almost. Because neither of you were in a rush as you stole kisses from one another here and there, never feeling as if you had to put a name on it so quickly. You two were just… Each other's people. And meanwhile that wasn't even near being enough to carry the weight of the feelings you harbored for one another, it felt just right.

#scott lang x reader #scott lang x you #scott lang x y/n #scott lang fluff #scott lang drabble #scott lang blurb #scott lang oneshot #scott lang headcanon #scott lang fic #marvel x reader #marvel fic #marvel fluff #ant man x reader #ant man fluff #scott lang

67 notes · View notes

augustinapril · 6 months

Note

HI AGAIN BABES

I don't remember if your event said I could send more then one but if not then please feel free to ignore this

‘fireplace - send in a cute winter date idea and fandom, and I'll tell you what character would most fit it!!'

For this l'm gonna ask for the prompt to be ice skating on a lake while snow gently falls around you 🥲🥲 maybe marvel for the fandom??

winter wonderland event !!

HELLO!! yeah, sending more than one in is fine!! I just added that to the post after seeing this, sorry for not specifying!! <3

I think ice skating would remind me of Scott. He would be SO fun to skate with?? like he would just make it all very light hearted and it's fun to watch him slip because he does it constantly.

#☆ — spencers mail !!#♡ — winter wonderland !!#☆ — book !!#scott lang x reader #ant man x reader #marvel x reader

5 notes · View notes

fandomnerd9602 · 4 months

Text

Scottie Lang rushes in…

Scottie: hide me!

Y/N: what did you do, baby?

Scottie: I was trying to make Luis’ car a wee bit bigger and-

Luis: Scottie! Yo what happened to my car?! It’s a hot wheels now!

Scottie: blue grow, red small. I know that now. Pym’s gonna kill me

Scottie dives under the covers next to Y/N…

For @iamnicodemus

61 notes · View notes

moonlit-imagines · 1 year

Text

warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

Stepping onto the slick ice rink, you nearly lost your balance in front of the whole crowd. If not for Scott, you’d already be laid out across the ice, but luckily he was right there with his hand clutched in your own. “I’m right here, you aren’t going anywhere.” He assured you, slowly guiding you across the ice. “Got the hang of it yet?”

“Don’t let go.” You nearly pleaded with a shared chuckle, but he assured you he wasn’t going anywhere. It was nice and cold, you focused on your breath ahead of you while slowly sliding forward, noticing Scott smiling at you out of the corner of your eye. “It’s not funny.”

“But it is fun! Come on, you’ll warm up if you keep moving.” He urged you to start pushing against the ice.

“You owe me a hot chocolate.”

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @locke-writes // @sweetheartlizzie07 // @queen-destenie // @johnmurphyisqueer // @captainshazamerica // @ravenmoore14 // @canarypoint // @procrastinatingsapphictrash // @swanimagines // @randomfandomimagine // @petersgroupie // @summersimmerus // @scarthefangirl // @bad4amficideas // @sheridans-dynamos // @simsrecs // @prettysbliss // @skdkdkckfk // @simp-legend // @zoeyserpentluck // @wild-rose-35 // @ipurpleeyou // @nekoannie-chan // @punk-rock-raven // @evilcr0ne // @minxsblog // @v0idl1nq // @sydknee624 // @ruvaakke // @thedarkqueenofavalon // @amirahiddleston //@multifandomfix // @beth-gallagher22 // @brutal-out-here // @rqmanoff // @elenavampire21 //

#scott lang #scott lang x reader #scott lang imagine #ant man #ant man x reader #ant man imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

76 notes · View notes

charliedawn · 2 years

Note

If this allowed can I ask avengers how they react when reader die?

(Hello there. I’m publishing this because I had the inspiration and because I wanted to give you something good before I truly and utterly disappear for a week. Also, if you want to know ? I did this while listening to the epic soundtrack of How To Train Your Dragon-flying theme. I’m not saying you should listen to it while reading this, buuuuuuuuttt…..😂)

"Hello there, Avengers ! Y/N here ! If you see this, it means I'm probably dead. Don't feel sorry for me though ! I got the chance to meet all of you !"

You smiled brightly at the camera and readjusted it just enough for them to have a good view of where you were filming..the burger place where you had all celebrated your win against Ultron.

"Just wanted to come back here..Seemed like a good place to say goodbye, don't you think ? Anyway, I'll see you all when your time is up. Don't think for a moment that just because I'm not here anymore, you can just slack off ! I'll be watching you from the beyond and will be expecting a full report on your life when our paths shall cross again ! So, keep being the heroes I know you are ! Oh ! And before I forget ! I made you all little one on one videos..Just, for the personal touch, you know ?"

A distant voice called you and you turned your head to shout that you were coming. You then smiled one last time at the camera.

"Welp..That's all folks ! I'll see you after the battle..or not. Just kidding ! I'm sure everything will be fine and we'll all get burgers afterwards ! See ya guys !"

Peter looked at your smile and felt such heaviness in his heart, he couldn't move and felt tears welling up. He quickly wiped them away before fast forwarding to your personal message for him.

"Peter ? Watch over that bunch of old-timers, will you ? I know they ain't much, but they're your family now..They were there when I needed them and I'm sure they'll be there for you too."

Peter had always considered you family. He lost more than just a friend the day he lost you, he lost the only one who understood him and was there for him when he was lost between being Peter and Spiderman. You showed him that there was no reason that his life couldn’t be both and that as long as he was helping people, he would remain a hero in both cases.

"Also, you're a cool dude. Just saying. Keep up the good work. Y/N out ! (Also, kiss aunt May for me, will you ?)"

Peter let out a soft chuckle before smiling and standing up, looking one last time at your face, knowing it might very well be the last time. He wiped new tears that were rolling down his cheeks before nodding.

"Okay, Y/N. I'll..I'll try. For you."

He was going to make you proud..He never thought he would have to continue the fight alone, without you by his side..but, he wouldn’t give up, because he knew you wouldn’t. He shot his spiderweb to one of the nearby building he could reach from his window and jumped, smiling through the pain. You had made sure he would be there to help more people in the future, he wouldn’t let your sacrifice be in vain. He would save as many people as he could and keep helping the Avengers until the day he would finally join you. And then ? He would tell you all about his adventures and be able to finally thank you properly.

"Just you wait, Y/N.."

"Yo, Clint ! Guess what ?! I'm dead ! Yeah..I know. Big surprise. Also, since you can't technically hold it against me now ? I ate all the cookies in the cookie jar at your house. I know I said it was the dog..But, I'm pretty sure you already knew that since you know I would never give chocolate to your very nice dog. And...cheer up, okay ? Try to live a little. Spend time with your family and don’t forget to take a break from time to time, alright ?"

He smiled and nodded, knowing that even in death, you would still worry about him. He didn’t think there would be a time he would have to say goodbye, not like this anyway. He never thought you would be the first to leave. But, he could only respect your last wishes and be glad he got to meet you.

"Okay, Y/N. I’ll do my best. Though, if you can..Could you say hi to Tony and Natasha for me ? The kids miss you and I never got to say thank you..Thank you for saving us."

He promised himself he wouldn’t cry..It took him a while to be able to see your video and even though he felt crushed at your death, it wasn’t the only funeral he had to go to. He lost so many people in so little time that, he thought he had no more tears left to cry. And yet ? Here he was. Crying. He tried to hold the tears, but it felt too painful to keep inside. However, he suddenly felt multiple pairs of arms around him and looked around to find his children and wife embracing him.

"We miss them too, dad."

"You’re not alone."

"We’re here for you."

He smiled gratefully at them before accepting the hug and uttered, barely in a whisper.

"Thank you..Y/N."

You were the reason he still had his family, the reason he still had a chance to see his kids grow up and for you, he would never take them for granted and would spend as much time as he could by their side.

"Hey Bucky ! It's me ! Your dead wife/husband ! Joking ! We're not married..~YET. Just wanted to let you know that you may outlive me..Hey ! Don't hold it against me ! 110 years is hard to beat !"

He laughed and shook his head in disbelief, even after death, you still managed to make him laugh. A fit you always held with pride when you were alive: ‘the power to make the great Bucky Barnes laugh’, you would call it.

"But..Hum..I guess I wish I could have stayed a bit longer ? Just so I could see the face you will make when you discover who I’m giving all my awesome stuff to ! Yeah ! You, you handsome bastard ! We were roommates and now you will have the whole flat to yourself ! Isn’t that good news ?! Please, do try to be careful with my kitchen though..I know how you tend to burn the eggs. So, yeah..I left instructions for you in the will ! Look how thoughtful I’m being ?! Steve would be proud !"

He laughed through his tears and covered his forehead with his hand to hide the fact that he was in pain, knowing he would never hear your voice again, or your awful singing voice in the shower in the morning.

"I..I miss you, doll. We all do.."

He whispered, holding a piece of paper in his hand..the will. He tried not to stain it with his tears as he stared at your signature..You had given him more than he could have ever asked for, welcomed him into your life and your home without a second thought. He wanted to repay you, and yet..He would never have the chance to. He thought the recording was over, but was surprised when he heard your voice again.

"Also, Bucky..As a last request, do take care of yourself, okay ? For me ? Don’t let grief overcome you. Live your life to the fullest and when it’s over ? I’ll be waiting for you, you grumpy cat. So, you better do as I say, alright ?!"

You put on a fake severe expression with your cheeks puffed and waving your finger up and down at him and finally, unable to hold this expression for long, burst out laughing.

"Okay. See ya, Bucky !"

You laughed and he laughed with you, touching the screen with his fingertips wistfully.

"Yeah. See ya..Y/N."

"Hey Scott ! Badass dad of the year ! I know you may find yourself a bit lost without me to help you with Cassie and all of her "girl problems". Oh boy ! You'll be in for a treat when she discovers boys ! I wish I could stick around to see your face when that happens ! *laughter* But, I'm sure you'll manage ! The kid idolizes you and I can't blame her ! You're a pretty cool guy and she's lucky to have you..Now, one fist bump for the road !"

He smiled as you closed your hand into a fist and put it against the screen and let out a breathy laugh through his tears before fist bumping you digitally.

"I wish you could be here too, Y/N."

When the screen got dark…He closed his eyes and started shaking. You were gone..It was over and he couldn’t help but break into tears at the notion. He then heard a door creaking and gasped in surprise before looking in direction of the door where his little girl was standing with cheeks red and swollen because of her own tears.

"They’re really gone…aren’t they, dad ?"

Scott didn’t know what to say..What could he possibly say ? He finally decided to comfort her and opened his arms wide.

"Come here, peanut."

Cassie jumped into his arms and they both started crying together. He couldn’t lie to her and say you were coming back, because you wouldn’t..They were both aware of that and for now, they could only try to find comfort in each other. Cassie would talk to him about your days going shopping, going to the park/the movies and spending time together. And, with time ? Scott would talk to her about the wedding ring in his closet he had never had the chance to show you..

"Hey there, Strange ? Miss me yet ? Ah ! I'm sure you do ! I can see the tears, you big softie !"

Stephen sniffled and wiped his tears away swiftly, almost shyly as he replied with a small petulant scoff.

"No, you can’t."

You gave him a small knowing smile and even though it was only a video—somehow—he could feel the affection in your gaze on him when you smiled at him.

"Hey, doc’..Do something for me, will you ? Don't shut yourself down..I know I'm technically your closest friend, but there are some people that really need you, and you can't let them down, alright ? I made my peace. As you said..There was only one possibility this could all work and I know you didn't plan it to be me.."

You knew you would die, he realised and it only made the bitter feeling in his chest worsen.

"But, you know what ? At least I can now say I did something you didn't expect ! Ah ! Take that, Universe ! Victory !"

You raised your arms in the air and Stephen couldn’t help but smile, even though you were dead, you still took satisfaction in proving him wrong, huh ? He shook his head before finally admitting.

"Okay okay..You win, Y/N.."

As if you could hear him, your smile widened before the screen turned black. His smile faltered as soon as the room was plunged into darkness and he repeated, this time with emotion making his voice tremble and gripping the fabric above his chest tightly.

"You….won."

It would take time for him to be okay with it, to know that he would never be able to change your fate, no matter how much he wished he could..But, luckily for him, time was all he had now, thanks to you. He looked up and smiled. As a man of science, he knew there was only 1% chance for the both of you to ever see each other again..But, as a man who learned to expect the unexpected ? He was convinced that you would.

"Wait for me, okay Y/N ?"

"Where's my big fuzzy teddy bear ?!"

Thor didn’t understand what you were doing as he saw you searching for something underneath your bed, reaching to the very end of it before letting out a tiny scream of victory.

"Ah ! Here he is !"

You got out a big brown teddy bear from underneath your bed and he immediately noticed the little red cape and winged-helmet you had added. You looked so proud as you showed him excitedly through the screen while he smiled warmly at your familiar odd antics.

"What do you think ? I saw that little guy at some store and immediately thought of you ! He's in my room. Waiting for you. You're now his new owner and I'll be expecting nothing but your best care !"

He laughed and nodded, the brown teddy bear already next to him as he claimed loudly.

"Nothing shall harm him as long as I’ll live !"

As if on cue, you laughed and Thor could have sworn for a moment that you had heard his words, but your smile quickly faltered as you stared at the teddy bear in your own arms with a thoughtful expression.

"But, more seriously..I’m sorry I won’t be there to tell you that everything will be alright. Don’t lose your smile, Thor. I’m counting on you to light up people’s day ! And not just because you’re the god of thunder..but, because there’s no one else I would ever trust more to bring hope and joy into people’s lives..alright ?"

He forced himself to smile through his tears and nodded again, raising his fist in the air and replying high enough for you to hear him from the world beyond.

"I promise you, lady/warrior Y/N ! I’ll keep my smile and all of Valhalla shall hear my laugh ! I shall make you proud !"

He returned his gaze to the screen and you stayed silent for a minute or two before finally turning your eyes to the camera, almost staring right at him and he held his breath, wondering if you actually could see him and if this human conception was magic and allowed you to communicate with the dead ?

"Also, I know you'll be facing a lot of dangers and maybe..You'll even feel lonely sometimes ? Don't be ! Because, you now have Thor Jr. to look after !"

You raised the teddy bear once more in your arms and smiled widely, your last smile as he painfully understood and tried to reciprocate, but was met with darkness before he could muster the will to. He stayed silent before wordlessly standing up and taking the teddy bear in his hands. He stared at it for a moment before burying his face in its soft fur and letting out a loud gut-wrenching scream, releasing all the pain and sadness he was feeling deep down. Once over, he raised his head and finally smiled up at the sky, hoping that somewhere, you were smiling back at him..

"Goodbye, my dear friend."

"Soooo....I don't know if you'll ever see this. I'm not even sure if you got any TVs on Asgard ? But, anyway...Hey Loki ! It's Y/N !"

"Hey sweetheart."

He replied with a sad smile and as if you were there, you smiled back and chuckled slightly.

"For some reason, I knew you would say that ? I'm...Well...I guess I'm dead, huh ? Wow..It feels weird when I even say it. Since you're a God, I guess you believe in the Valhalla ? At least, you'll know where I'll be going ! That's..kinda reassuring. Plus, I'll finally be able to meet your dad and tell him all about his amazing son ! I'm not sure if he'll want to hear it ? But, count on me to knock his ears off !"

He let out a small laugh, knowing that you would and wishing he was able to see his father’s reaction when he would have to face you. He covered his mouth with both hands in order not to make any inappropriate noise as the thought alone made him want to laugh and his eyes took you in one last time, for your image to stay in his mind forever..He would find you in the hall of mighty warriors, amongst all the ones he lost and his mother. He knew you would both get along. However, your next words surprised him so much, he forgot how to breathe for a moment and his blue eyes widened slightly.

"Also, do me a favour, will you ? Make things right with your brother. He’s always been there for you and we both know that you both deserve reconciliation."

He lowered his gaze and smiled sadly at the realisation that you were right. It was high time for them to put the past behind..He thought you were finished and was about to leave when your last words made him stop dead in his tracks.

"One last thing ! I'm very glad we got to meet each other—Loki, prince of Asgard...and of my heart. Gosh ! I always wanted to say that ! Wait..Why did I day that ? I can't believe I just said that ! Welp, the secret is out..LOKI ! I LOVE YOU ! Platonically of course...or not. Anyway ! Goodbye, my prince. See you on the other side !"

The smile you gave him at the end was one full of hope and love. He knew you would be rooting for him, even after death. He closed his eyes and tilted his head forward, so your foreheads would be against each other as he whispered for only you to hear.

"Goodbye, love. Let us meet again when the time is right."

He stood up and opened the door to find Thor standing there, his arms crossed over his chest and waiting, his back leaned against the wall. When he saw him, Thor stood up straight and Loki, taken by a sudden undeniable need for comfort, pulled him into a brotherly hug.

"I’m sorry, brother."

Thor, even though shocked at first by this sudden affectionate gesture, returned it without hesitation, grinning widely as he knew his dear brother was finally back.

"I never held it against you, Loki. They were a good person..They will be dearly missed."

Loki nodded wordlessly, afraid he might tear up again, before Thor hit him amicably on the shoulder, almost making him fall forward.

"Come on, brother ! There’s still much for us to do before our own departure to Valhalla ! Let us make amends and prove to Y/N that their faith in us was not misplaced !"

Loki smiled and agreed.

"Yes. Let’s."

He wouldn’t disappoint you. He would become worthy of your trust and make everything right. He promised you as he raised his fist in the air in true Odinson fashion, Thor followed suit and they both walked away, ready to be the heroes you always thought them to be.

"Hey, cap' ! I made a video on VHS just for you ! You better be watching, you hear ?!"

He laughed and tried not to cry as he looked up at your serious expression..He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent and, as if you could already hear the silence settling, nervously laughed.

"Well..~Awkward. Anyway, I'm pretty sure you already know that, but I am so glad you found me all those years ago ! I'm forever grateful for you and the rest of the guys ! You made my life so much better than I would have ever expected ! And, so many adventures we shared, huh ?!"

He nodded in agreement and couldn’t help but shed a few tears, pain and regret creeping their way into his heart and making his smile falter.

"Y/N…I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you."

"Do not apologise."

His head snapped up with his eyes widened in shock..Did you just reply to him ? However, the sad smile you gave him afterwards brought him back to reality. It was impossible. No matter how much he wanted you to be alive..You were dead, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

"I know you’ll try to apologise..Please, don’t. This was my decision. I’m not mad at you, Rogers. Matter of fact ? This is a thank you video. You taught me how to be a hero. And, guess what ?! I turned out to be a pretty awesome one ! All thanks to you. I met incredible people and got the chance to be a part of a more than fantastic team ! I mean..I AM PART OF THE AVENGERS ! How cool is that ?!"

He laughed at your sudden outburst and smiled proudly at you. He was glad he could be a witness of your endless enthusiasm one last time.

"You were the perfect captain. I was honoured to be fighting alongside you. And if I was asked if I would change anything ? I would say absolutely nothing ! I have zero regret !"

You then startled him by standing up abruptly and raising your hand in salute.

"Captain Rogers ! It was my honour to be working alongside you !"

He smiled softly before standing up as well and giving back your salute.

"Me too, soldier..", he uttered softly, his eyes lingering on your bright and cheerful smile that he would never see again.

You then seemed to be looking straight at him through the camera lens and beamed even brighter as you declared.

"You’re my hero, Steve !"

The screen then turned black and captain America froze for a moment before finally closing his eyes and smiling to himself, finally lowering his hand.

"You’re my hero too, Y/N..Rest in peace, my friend."

Sam was sitting on his bed, his computer on his legs and his finger hovering over the press play. He was nervous as to what you would say ? He was about to close the computer when a hand settled on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Come on. What’s the worst that could happen ?"

Sam sighed and looked up at Bucky who offered him a sympathetic smile. He then took a big breath to give himself courage before finally pressing play. He was immediately greeted with your smiling face.

"Hi Sam ! How is it going ?! I’m so glad you finally decided to watch this. I’m sure it must have took you a while, but I’m glad you decided to say goodbye. Anyway.."

He smiled and tried not to cry as he had almost forgotten your face..He couldn’t believe 3 years had already passed and he hadn’t thought of watching the video before Bucky had mentioned it. You looked left and right before leaning forward closer to the camera to whisper secretively.

"Sam..I’ll let you in on a little secret. Me and Steve got into a little discussion and we both decided.."

You make drumroll sounds by tapping your desk frenetically with your fingers.

"…TO MAKE YOU THE NEW HEAD OF THE TEAM ! Isn’t that exciting ?! Oh boy..I’m sure you’ll be a great leader..I’m..sorry I won’t be able to be there to tell you in person though. Not that it would make such a difference anyway ! You already give me orders all the time..I’m sure you love it."

You rolled your eyes dramatically on the screen and Sam laughed before shaking his head in disbelief. Really ? All the time ? He was going to have to talk to you about your tendency to exaggerate later..He froze. He was then painfully reminded that..there wouldn’t be a next time. You were gone..

"Knowing you, Bucky must be nearby so…Hey, arm of steel !"

"Hi Y/N.", Bucky replied with a smile, used to the nickname by now.

"Do something for me, will you ? Keep an eye on Sam."

Bucky smiled softly and nodded in agreement.

"Will do."

You then laughed before waving goodbye.

"Do try to stay safe, boys ! I’ll be watching !"

The screen turned black and Sam shook as he knew he would never see your sweet smile ever again. Bucky sighed before sitting down next to him.

"They were great."

"The greatest..", Sam confirmed.

They both stayed silent for a moment before Bucky smiled weakly and turned towards Sam.

"...Burgers ?"

Sam couldn’t help but laugh before wiping his tears.

"Sure..I could eat."

Sam patted him on the shoulder before leading him out of the boat. Maybe the burger place you had recorded this was still open ? They would take three. One for each. It would be their way to remember you by..They knew you would appreciate the gesture, no matter where you were.

Tony opened his eyes and frowned as he looked around, lost but somehow, at peace. He felt as if a heavy burden had just been lifted from his shoulders and this was when he noticed someone waiting for him. He blinked several times before recognising you as you stepped closer, the same big bright smile he used to love on your lips.

"Welcome, Tony.."

You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and he took some time before hugging you back, a smile of relief overtaking his features as he knew now where he was..He was home.

"I'm the first one here ?! Shocker !"

Tony and you laughed, as if nothing had changed and yet, he knew it wasn’t true. He had missed you so much..He could never forget you and now, you were finally back together. He let out tears of joy and you smiled tenderly at him before wiping his tears away from his face with your hands and pressed your foreheads together.

"So..Anything you would like to tell me ?"

You uttered with a bright smile and Tony couldn't help but smile back, he followed you as you took his hand and led him forward. He didn’t care where you were going..He just knew it would be fantastic.

"Depends ? How much time do we have ?"

You chuckled before turning towards him with a big knowing smile on your face.

"All the time we need.."

You both started walking towards the light and Tony closed his eyes and smiled.

He was home.

742 notes · View notes