Pls gimme some wholesome peter Parker dealing with his first crush on male reader pls my gay heart needs to know I’m not the only one who can’t flirt in gay
hiya ellen, my love! and of course i can do this,, thank you for the req!! i hope you like it!!!! (also! it’s peter’s birthday i’m soft this is so great) there’s a read more because it got .. long ? (word count is 695 but you know)
peter was screwed. he had known he was screwed for a while, his first indication was when you had watched him pull off his spider-man mask while clutching his bleeding side, leaning with one hand on the desk in your bedroom.
he hadn’t wanted to bother stark- he’d been fixed up by stark too many times this week anyway- and so he came to you, the only other person who actually paid enough attention in biology to pull the bullet out of his hip without killing him.
he knew he was screwed when he’d felt like he’d let you down, when your mouth was downcast as you focused on pulling the metal out with tweezers. his mouth had gone dry at the sight of you, anyway, he hadn’t said anything, you’d just known and that had made everything so much easier because he knew he’d be stuttering and blushing, not only because he didn’t know how to bring up the fact that he was spider-man, but also because you looked ravishing with your bed head and loose t-shirt and sweatpants.
you hadn’t said anything, either. you were freaking out of course, but there wasn’t anything to say. you should’ve expected this, if you’re honest with yourself, all of the signs were there- being out all night, constant wounds and the way he tensed up whenever the web-slinger was mentioned in conversation.
so, over the next few weeks you began to bring peter more food and water bottles during the day, sending him knowing smiles that left ned and mj utterly confused, but it grew the feeling that was growing on peter, the one that left him dazed whenever you’d walked past, all broad shoulders and tall and absolutely handsome- and it was nothing like anything peter had ever felt before because he’d only ever liked girls, (apart from thor, of course, but then again- who doesn’t have a crush on thor?)
a few weeks later he’d shown back up in your bedroom and you’d assumed the worst, instantly reaching for the tweezers and alcohol to flush the wound, but you paused when you saw peter wasn’t even in his suit.
“er- pete? what’s up?” you asked, and he ducked his head, holding out a bunch of flowers to you, brown fringe hanging in his face. you took them from his hand, admiring them. “what’s this for?” you asked him, and he shrugged, his face lighting up in a bright blush.
“i- i just- it’s a thanks- i’m- yeah,” he stuttered out, which wasn’t extremely out of character for him, but the way he was wringing his hands and shuffling his feet was.
you dropped the flowers into the glass on water on your nightstand, before standing, and crossing your arms. peter swallowed. “pete, c’mon, what’s all this about?” you asked him insistently, and he finally looked up at you.
“i just- i’m not sure how to, uh, approach this? i mean, i asked mister stark for help but he just told me to-” peter stopped abruptly, his face burning bright red. “you’re just- i mean- i’ve only ever asked girls out on dates before, you know? and you’re just so handsome,” he paused, and ducked his head again, “and so i’m not sure-”
“peter,” you grinned at him, chuckling softly. “you really mean that?”
“of course,” he said, nodding to himself, and you grinned, pulling him in by his waist for a hug. he smiled, sliding his arms around your shoulders, before freezing. “wait- a hug? is this like- rejection?” he asked, and you laughed again, pulling away, and looking to his lips.
“can i kiss you?” you asked, and he stuttered, before nodding, staring at your lips in shock.
you leaned in and kissed him slowly, feeling him relax in your arms. one of his hands stayed on the back of your neck and the other rested on your chest lightly, and when you pulled away and licked your lips he didn’t move.
“so- it wasn’t rejection, then?” he asked, still unsure, and you laughed loudly, forgetting that it was almost eleven on a school night and tossed him onto your bed to cuddle.
Hey! Could you write something about Bucky's reaction to his partner coming out as a trans man, please?
hi baby! omg of course i can!! thank you for the req xo
bucky fidgeted nervously in his seat. you’d told him that you needed to “tell him something” that morning, and when he’d relayed to it to sam and steve while they trained, sam had told him that in this day and age, it usually wasn’t a good thing.
you placed a glass of water on the coffee table in front of him, and he smiled up at you nervously. his hair was tied back on his face so you could see him, and you returned his smile, taking his hand in your own.
“okay, buck-”
“please don’t break up with me,” he said quickly, and you laughed.
“no, you idiot, that’s not why we’re talking,” you assured him, “but- you might want to break up with me. and that’s okay-”
“babe, you know i would never-”
“just listen.” you stated, looking into his eyes. “so, as you know, i’ve been going to a therapist for the past few months because of how bad i’ve been feeling about myself, how i have my whole life, right?” he nodded. “well, that’s because i’m transgender,” you said softly, and he squints his eyes in confusion.
“that’s- i think i know what that is,” he says, and you nod.
“i’m a man, bucky. that’s what it means, essentially- we can get into the details later but… that’s why i cut my hair, that’s- well, you know-”
“a man.” he nodded. “alright.”
“alright? wh-”
“listen, doll, i’m going to love you no matter who you are. i don’t mind if you’re a man or a woman, or whatever, love. if there’s anything i can do to help you, i-”
he was cut short when you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i want to be called (y/n),” you said softly, and he nodded.”i’m also- i’m going to go on testosterone, it’s synthetic and it- it’ll make me look and sound like a man. i want you to know that i’m going to look how i feel.”
“and you’re going to be handsome as hell,” he grinned wickedly, and you smiled back, allowing him to kiss you.
Helloo! For the 100 ways to say I love you, can I ask where the reader say 37+38 to........................... ..🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 Scott Lang (of course eheh)
hey honey! sorry this is so late, but i just got back from school and i’m gonna procrastinate homework by writing this lmao. thank you for the req, anon! xoreader is an avenger! reader is also gender neutral!37: “Can I kiss you?”38: “I like your laugh.”
you knew you loved scott the moment you’d set eyes on him. dark, unruly hair, bright eyes and a permanent mischievous smile had had your cheeks reddening. although, as far as you knew, he didn’t feel the same.
the two of you were in a gaming room in the avengers facility, playing mario kart. scott had a vengeance against you, as you’d beaten him twice already, even though he was, (self proclaimedly,) the mario kart “master.”
you could see him getting more and more frustrated, especially once you’d hit him with a red shell and taken the lead for yourself. he cursed, barely managing to pass you right at the end of the third and final lap.
he laughed, throwing his controller down and sticking his middle finger up at you, loud giggles escaping his lips. you couldn’t help but grin back, poking him in the side with your foot. he laughed louder, grabbing you by the foot and pulling you closer without thinking.
you ended up nose to nose, his giggles slowly subsiding as his eyes slid from your own down to your lips, and back up.
“i like your laugh,” you breathed, and he swallowed, blushing. his hands had come to rest on your waist as you were sitting up, your legs splayed across his lap.
“(y/n), i-”
“can i kiss you?” you asked, staring intently into his eyes. you didn’t expect him to kiss you first, but you weren’t complaining as you twirled his hair between your fingers.
Hi! Could you do a short fic about Bucky's boyfriend coming out to him as asexual?
hiya honey! omg of COURSE i haven’t gotten a request in FOREVER!! i hope you like it :D
“(y/n)! hey, handsome! how’re you doing,” bucky grinned at his boyfriend, reaching out to touch his hip. the cool metal brought goosebumps to his skin, and he smiled back, pressing a kiss to bucky’s cheek.
“hey, love. would you mind coming with me? i need to talk to you about something,” he asked, a nervous smile on his face.
“of course,” bucky replied, concern crossing his features immediately. “is everything okay?”
“of course!” he reassured the other man, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek when they were both seated on the couch.
“so what’s up?” bucky asked, fidgeting with his boyfriend’s fingers to keep his hands busy.
“buck, i’m asexual.”
“you can reproduce by yourself?” he asked, and you shook your head, giggling softly.
“no, love. it means that i don’t feel sexual attraction to anyone, or anything,” he replied, still smiling softly. bucky nodded slowly, his eyebrows furrowing adorably as he processed.
“so.. we won’t have sex, then?” he asked, and (y/n) nodded, a blush crawling it’s way up his neck. “well, okay then. this doesn’t change how i feel about you, love.”
Hi hi ! For the prompt thingy 58 and 47 ? (About the dog) with m!reader who say 58 to Scott? If possible? Thanks and c-o-n-g-r-a-t-u-l-at-i-o-n ~ ♡
hiya honey! of course!! thank you for reqing scott (my LOVE) & thank you!!! no more prompts from the list, please!
47: “dogs don’t wear clothes!”58: “you smell like a wet dog.”
hearing the front door click unlocked, you grinned. it was friday night- movie night- and it was stormy, so you knew it was going to be filled with cuddles.
“hey, honey!” you grinned, watching scott walk around the corner into the lounge-room. your smile dropped. “scott- what the hell?”
“i may have gotten caught in the rain,” he smiled sheepishly, drenched from head to toe. his clothes were sopping wet and his hair was matted to his head. you almost growled at the way his wet socks were dripping onto the hardwood floors, and he slunk backwards.
“babe, you have an umbrella for a reason,” you sigh, standing and making your way over to him, before pausing. “you smell like a wet dog.” your nose wrinkles, and he chuckles.
“really?” he almost jokes, but your jaw was set and the mischievous smirk was wiped off his face. “okay, handsome, i’m gonna shower.”
“yeah, you do that.”
ten minutes later, scott reappeared in the doorway, only wearing his boxers and a fresh pair of socks. you sent him a pointed look, (you almost didn’t- he looked absolutely ravishing, but you didn’t want him to catch a chill,) and he grinned at you.
“dogs don’t wear clothes!” he exclaimed, like “obviously!” and flounced over to you, setting himself in your lap. “besides, if i sit here, how could i get cold?” his sneaky grin was back, and you couldn’t hep but agree as he kissed you.
Hey! Numer 14 & 37 from the '100 ways to say I love you' list with Bucky, please? (If you still do this list)
heya honey! i’m just finishing off these last ones in my inbox to clear it out for my 400 celebration! (no more prompts from the list, please!)
14: “they’re so cute when they’re asleep.”37: “welcome to fatherhood.”
you watched bucky quietly, as he rocked the latest addition of your family in his arms. it wriggled, rolling over so that he could scratch it’s belly.
“welcome to fatherhood,” you smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. he grinned back and wolf- your new puppy- nipped and licked at your fingers.
he’d been causing a ruckus all day; the two of you had work to do and training to do, but the small, white labrador had knocked things over and had bugged the two of you all day, until bucky had decided he’d had enough and scooped the small boy into his arms.
wolf licked at his face and he chuckled, causing your heart to flutter. “’m gonna take him out to play,” bucky said looking up at you. you couldn’t see his mouth but you could see the smile in his eyes and you knew you’d been right to bring home a baby.
an hour later he returns with wolf in tow, the puppy stumbling over his own legs out of sheer tiredness. he flopped onto his little dog-bed, and began to snore instantaneously. bucky grinned. “they’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
ALSO um im living for like dark noisy gay night club and Bucky hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off reader and like he notices buckys intensity and agdkflakshs I can’t
ANOTHER ONE I’M LIVINNGNGNG yes omg this is such a good req!!! also i stan bisexual clint ahkfkjshd
bucky still wasn’t used to modern day laws and ideas and when he’d seen a gay couple at the park he’d told them to stop and to hide out of fear for them, before remembering. the couple had just given him reassuring smiles, and he’d blushed and ran away.
later that evening, clint had asked him if he’d wanted to go to a gay club, and bucky had snorted his water and it had come out his nose. steve laughed at him. “that’s- that’s a thing? like, a legal thing?” he’d asked, and clint had nodded seriously, and bucky had grinned. “well i don’t see why not!”
now he could see why not- the lights were bright and flashing and he didn’t like that too much, the music was way too loud, and there were people everywhere. okay, maybe that part wasn’t so bad, but he didn’t appreciate the random touches he kept getting on his crotch and over his ass, as he’d made his way to the bar.
he didn’t want to drink alcohol and neither had clint, so bucky just got a coke and clint had gotten a fanta, (bucky didn’t know why, he thought fanta was disgusting.)
and then he’d spotted you from across the room, clint had, and he pointed you out to bucky, who nearly snorted his drink for the second time that day. you were dancing, like almost anyone else in the club, but your movement were so fluid and graceful that bucky couldn’t find it in himself to look away. he stared.
eventually you noticed, your sixth sense kicking in and you spun, turning to face the pair of eyes that hadn’t left you for a good three songs now. he was sitting at the bar and looked extremely embarrassed to have been caught, but he didn’t look away. if anything, his staring grew more intense.
you swallowed, noticing how dry your mouth and throat were. maybe it would be better to get a drink, anyway. you made your way over to the bar and smiled at the guy, who didn’t look a day over twenty-five and was jaw-droppingly handsome.
“hey,” you smiled, and he grinned at you, his perfect teeth dazzling you for a moment.
“hi,” he replied, but you could barely hear him over the music. you lid into the bar-stool on his right, a blond was sitting on his left, and you ordered a glass of water from the bartender. “you’re not drinking?” he asked, his steely eyes fixated upon you once again, and you nodded as you drank.
you shivered lightly- he was a little unsettling, the way he stared. he must’ve noticed, though, because he blushed and turned halfway to the blond who was sitting next to him.
“i’m (y/n),” you said to him, tapping him on the shoulder. he was clearly startled by the touch but he smiled back at you nonetheless, striking blue eyes now softer that you’d actually spoken to him.
“bucky,” he replied, and you nodded.
“alright bucky, you’re obviously new around here. d’ya wanna dance?” you asked, and bucky found himself smiling again.
you’re the only x male reader i can think of that might do scott lang? are you doing requests? if so can i get the prompt “” Person A is about to leave for work [or insert any other suitable event/place]. Person B asks them if they’ve forgotten anything, and Person A gives them a kiss. Person B turns red and opens their hand to reveal Person A’s keys/wallet/etc., saying “I meant this, but thanks.” “” for scott? thank you love!
okay so unestablished relationship but it’s obvious to everyone, (everyone being literally everyone that knows the both of you, including the other avengers, and cassie,) that the two of you are so in love with one another, however it isn’t obvious to the two of youwhen you’d first met scott the both of you had relaxed completely around each other and were practically best friends within ten minutes; you’d agreed to move in with him within twenty. being best friends leads to a lot of touching- scott’s a really affectionate person, of course, and you didn’t mind, holding hands as you walk to the grocery store together or cuddling while you watch a movie, it’s really not a big deal to the either of you. scott doesn’t have a “real job,” anymore, seeing as he’s now an avenger, but you’ve still got your job at the gym, and so one morning you’re ready to leave, gym bag in one hand and water bottle in the other. “hey, handsome, didn’t you forget something?” you flush at the nickname, turning to see scott standing in his sweats and nothing else and he looks absolutely gorgeous- how could you not kiss him? so you drop your bag and your bottle and that’s exactly what you do, pulling him in by the neck and connecting your lips, your other hand sliding up his chest as his landed on your waist. you broke apart and rested your forehead against his, watching as a smug grin formed on his face. “i meant these, but that works, too,” he says, holding your car keys out in-between the both of you, before erupting into a fit of giggles. you shut him up by kissing him again.
