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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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*intensely thinking of final answer*

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I think I'm going with miscommunication with Bucky.

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*game show celebration music* congratulations! You have a Bingo!!! 💗 This was fun. I'm hoping it counts as Miscommunication because, technically, it's only one-sided. But I loved it so much I had to write it. Anyway - enjoy! 🥰

summary 'cause it's a little longer: You’re the new recruit with mind-controlling abilities and Bucky hates it. But after avoiding you for a while and being responsible for several dangerous situations because of it, Bucky is asked to resolve his issues with you. He’s not amused, but amazing things can happen when people are trapped in elevators and it makes Bucky realize that, maybe, you’re not as awful as he thought.

Miscommunication (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

BuckyBarnes x Enhanced!Female!Reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: enemies to friends (for now?), grumpy!Bucky, angst, swearing, sassy reader, arguing, and me trying to be funny

“Can you make people cry?”

“Sometimes.”

“What about making them dance real good.” Another man chimed in. You remembered him introducing himself as ‘The Falcon’.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Are you a good dancer?” You smirked.

“Is that a challenge?” He raised his eyebrows.

“What about farts, can you make people fart,” The ant guy asked with enthusiasm.

“I... I haven’t tried that yet.”

“Well, it would be a great prank.”

“I guess?” It wasn’t the weirdest thing you’d been asked before - you’d never forget that day your niece brought you to school for your magic talent... kindergartners asked the most unexpected questions. But hearing them from an adult was still a little unusual.

“So you can just make people do things?” The youngest of the group asked.

“Pretty much.”

“How?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

His eyes lit up. “Woah, so you could make Mr. Falcon go and get me a bowl of popcorn right now?”

“Careful, spider boy.” The man - Sam, you believed - warned.

“I could, yes.”

“I’ve never had this much power!” Peter rubbed his hands with a bright smile - his name was easy to remember with all the questions he fired at you.

“You still don’t, kid. Keep it down a little will ya?” The goatee man tapped his shoulder with the twitch of his brow.

“Oh, yes Mr. Stark. Sorry, Mr. Stark.”

“Tony,” he corrected.

“Right. Mr. Tony, sir.”

You’d been here for thirty minutes and everyone was all over you. You didn’t mind, really. On the contrary, you enjoyed that the people you would work with were actually interested. Well, all except for one. It didn’t go past you that one person had been watching you from the corner the whole time, not losing a word, simply staring ahead broodily with his arms crossed

“Alright, everyone,” Tony clapped once, “last question. I still have to show the rookie the rest of the compound.”

“Oh me, me, me!!!” Peter raised his hand and almost picked Tony’s nose.

“Barnes, do you have anything? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“I don’t need to know shit, Stark.” The brunette pushed himself off the wall, revealing a couple more inches to his height you had not noticed before.

“Don’t be rude, Mr. Barnes,” Peter pouted; he seemed to be adoring you already.

“I’m not rude. It’s just a stupid power that no one needs. It’s fucking dangerous and shouldn’t be part of the Avengers,” he exclaimed and proceeded to leave the room, making you feel a little sad and the rest of the team look baffled.

“Well... okay.” Tony turned to you, rolling his eyes as Peter’s desperate noises reached his ears again. “What’s your question, Peter?”

“Miss, I don’t think your power is stupid. It’s super mega awesome and I seriously wish I could tell Flash about it, he would be so jealous!” You laughed.

“The question, kid.”

“Oh, yes... can you make animals talk?”

-❁-

That had been about four weeks ago, and Bucky had been avoiding you ever since. He had heard what you could do the first day you got introduced, and thanks to Peter he had more than enough knowledge about how vastly your power reached.

Mind control. That was the fucking last thing they needed on the team. How fucking ridiculous. Bucky didn’t want to have anything to do with it, or you for that matter. It was enough that Wanda had the ability to read minds, he didn’t need someone controlling them on top of it.

So Bucky didn’t like you or your power or the danger that came with it, and he put a huge amount of effort into showing you his disdain. When you entered the room, he stood to leave. When you were assigned on a mission together, he tried to switch with someone else - earning him weeks worth of laundry duty for Sam and dishwashing chores for Nat - but that was worth it. And when he wasn’t able to, he communicated with you as little as possible, earning a couple of scoldings from Stark and Fury for not warning you of threats in time - but really, nothing bad ever happened, so Bucky didn’t know what the problem was.

And soon, much to Bucky’s relief, you started reciprocating the hostile behavior he displayed toward you on a daily basis.

Constant bickering, dangerous situations, and death stares were your new M.O. but Bucky knew it only meant for you to finally back off. Because you had tried to be nice to him in the beginning, and Bucky felt a little bad for making you sad, but it was nothing to how sorry he would be if he ever let you in.

A gunshot sounded through the crackly speaker.

“Fuck!”

Followed by a round of grunts and hits of which a fair amount landed in Bucky’s ribs and face.

“Oh right, there’s a hostile headed your way. Sorry, must’ve slipped my mind. I’m a little ‘careless’ at times.”

Yep, that one had hurt. But he’d rather pack a punch than retract his comment about your being careless. Because that’s what you were - or rather your ability. Careless and dangerous.

Bucky watched as Steve crossed his arms after pausing the recording, his captain stare in full force as he watched his best friend lean back in his chair unimpressed.

“Buck, you know I don’t want to do this but it's also my job to make sure my team is conducting missions safely. So, what’s wrong? You don’t usually act this way - even with people you don’t like - so don’t even try.”

Bucky just huffed, crossing his arms as well. He didn’t feel the need to respond. This was ridiculous; everyone should see how dangerous you were.

“You got a chance to solve this the easy way here. Help me out a little, pal. If you don’t cooperate, I need to apply official protocol. So tell me, please, what’s the problem?” Steve’s eyebrows were raised in anticipation, but Bucky was too sulky to help. To hell with this ‘I’m your friend-‘crap - he should go ahead and apply official protocol, maybe they’d see that your ability alone probably violated six paragraphs of the Avengers’ Oath.

He bit his tongue before losing another comment swirling in his head, looking out the window to distract himself from the unfortunate situation he found himself in. Bucky hated when Steve became all professional with him. It was stupid.

“You’re putting yourself and the team in danger,” Steve tried again, “there must be a reason for your behaving like this. Let me fix it. Let me help-”

“I don’t need fixing!” Bucky snapped, his eyes finding Steve’s in a heartbeat as he leaned forward in his chair.

“Then what is it? Do you like her? Is that why you're being so...” The blonde’s hand flailed in the air as he tried to find the words to describe Bucky’s behavior.

“Fuck no.” He leaned back again.

“Language,” Steve warned, only to earn a side eye from his friend.

Bucky knew exactly why he avoided you. And so should Steve. He was his best friend for fuck’s sake. This was the most unnecessary conversation he’s ever had. If anything, Steve should have his back and not try to ‘fix him’.

“You should talk to her.”

“Funny.”

“I’m being serious. What’s the issue?”

“You know damn well what the issue is, Steve!” Bucky rose from his chair but Steve didn't flinch. He merely scolded him for his cursing again.

But after a minute of blank staring at each other, Steve broke the silence again. “You’re scared.”

And Bucky exhaled a long breath before training his eyes on the ceiling. “Of course I’m scared, Steve! There is nothing worse than not being in control.” He looked at him. “Im gonna hurt people. I have before. And being close to her... It just makes the possibility of the winter soldier returning a lot more likely.”

“She wouldn’t do that.”

“You don’t know that. She’s had no training; it could happen accidentally.

Steve was quiet for a while, just looking at his friend, assessing his comment. Bucky could see the wheels turning behind his eyes and after a while, he just stared out the window again until the blonde would present another righteous monologue to him.

“You should tell her,” Steve finally said and Bucky wondered why it had taken him so long to come up with a sentence he’d already said.

“I don’t need to tell her shit. Just keep her away from me.” He rolled his eyes, but he was desperate at this point. Bucky just wanted to go - leave and stop being bothered by everyone.

Steve just shook his head in defeat - Bucky had done it again. Successfully shaken the unavoidable for today. He smiled to himself as he turned to leave the conference room. But before he could reach the last chair on his way, Steve held him back one last time.

“She’s a very nice person, you know? And your attitude towards her is affecting everyone on the team. Maybe, if you could look past your issues with her... You’d see how nicely she fits in with us.” Steve cocked his head to the side with a small smile. “I’m sure you’d get along if you just took the time to get to know her...”

But Bucky only replied with a bitter ‘shut up, punk’ before averting his eyes again. He didn’t like this at all.

Steve sighed. “Just promise me you’ll do something.”

Bucky shot him one last look before turning and leaving without another response.

-❁-

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Bucky looked at you through hooded eyelids upon your entering the elevator.

You just ignored him. You had tried to be nice long enough, tried to make him your friend one too many times, each one teaching you just how vain the attempt had been. Because if you had learned one thing about Bucky Barnes over the past month, it was that he hated your guts and that he was not willing to try and be civil with you. So, you saw no reason to be nice anymore.

“Don’t act like it's my pleasure either.” You turned and faced the door after pushing the buttons to your floor.

Bucky just huffed behind you and you held your head a little higher, trying to let the seconds pass until you could leave again. It’s only an elevator ride - how hard could it be? But time seemed to pass slower than usual, and the unsteady rattling of the glass chamber going up the tower made the whole ordeal that much more unpleasant.

That was until it suddenly stopped, a screeching sound echoing through the small space until the elevator halted abruptly, making you lose your balance for a brief moment.

“What the-“ you muttered and pressed the floor button another time. Then again. And again. But nothing happened.

You tried the emergency call button, but again, nothing. You were stuck. Several hundred feet in the air with Bucky Barnes. Great.

You took a deep breath, there were worse things, you tried to calm yourself, but upon stealing a glance over your shoulder, only to see Bucky glaring at you, that attempt disintegrated. Still, you chose to ignore him. You’d get out of here eventually. Someone would notice you were missing and look for you, check the security cameras, maybe - do something and finally break open these damn elevator doors.

But then Bucky began to shuffle behind you, his steps clicking on the tiled floor of the lift, and uneven pace interrupted by the confines of the small room and it agitated you. It was enough you were stuck in an elevator when you had work to do. Now you couldn’t even concentrate.

“Would you stop pacing?” You finally snapped and turned around only to see Bucky staring at you with wide eyes.

But he caught himself quickly. “What’s it matter to you?”

“It’s annoying. And as much as I hate to be stuck in here with you, we need to find a way not to kill each other until someone comes to help.” You turned back around taking another deep breath and enjoying the silence.

It didn’t last long though because the shuffling picked back up again soon. You waited another minute, but when Bucky made even more noise, a thudding sound coming from behind, you whipped around again to yell at him.

But you stopped in your tracks as you saw him kneeling on the floor, his head tugged beneath his arms as his shoulder heaved rapidly.

“Wha-“You moved forward to help but-

“Stay away from me!” He spat with fire in his eyes and then his head was back between his knees.

You took a step back and assessed the situation. The posture, the heavy breathing, the slight shudder in his hands, the constant rocking. He was scared. He was having a panic attack.

And as much as you wanted to avoid him, you were not cruel. When someone needed help, you helped. “Bucky-“

“I said stay the fuck away!” He crawled back into the corner.

You held your hands up in surrender, carefully trying to speak again. “I just want to help-“

“Well, I don’t need your help. Just back off!” The elevator shook with the boom of his voice, making your breath hitch.

That was it, the last straw. All the pent-up anger of the past weeks bubbled to the surface, desperation and cluelessness balling up in frustration. You could barely feel it crawl up your body before you opened your mouth and screamed back. “What's your problem Bucky? I want you to feel better! What did I do that makes you hate me so much?!”

Your chest heaved in anger, your hands balling into fists as you watched Bucky get up slowly - eyes darker than you’d ever seen before. His arm whirred but he didn’t move it. He merely stepped a little closer to you, towering over you when his husky voice mumbled into the space between you.

“I don’t hate you.” You swallowed and stared up at him, he was intimidating. “I’m fucking scared to lose control and-“ his vibranium arm shot up towards you but you stopped it in its tracks. Bucky’s fist was hanging in the air above you, your power holding him off and it took a fair amount of strength to do so. His eyes shot from his fist back to you, jaw tensing.

“I would never do that.”

“You’re telling me I’m irrational?” He hinted towards his arm still held back by your control and you immediately let it fall back to his side. “...that it couldn’t happen by accident?”

“You underestimate me, Bucky.” You pressed with spite, willing him back a step to leave you space to breathe again.

“I don't know you.”

“And who’s fault is that?” That shut him up.

Bucky flexed his vibranium fingers, testing his own control again before his eyes found you again.

“Let me show you.” You tried softly. Maybe this was the gateway to a start-over. At least now you knew the issue, now there was only solving it left.

Bucky looked at you questioningly.

“Let me show you why you don’t need to be scared.” You smiled and somehow it softened the tension around you.

Bucky’s shoulders relaxed when he stood up straighter. “And why would I want that?” He was stubborn.

“I’m offering an olive branch here. And after all that you have pulled, I suggest taking it. Because I cannot guarantee I’ll feel this nice again if you don’t.”

Bucky watched you carefully for a moment. As if he was trying to detect a joke in your statement, he analyzed every inch of your body suspiciously. And then after another minute, he sighed in defeat.

“Then we need to get out of here.”

-❁-

Bucky was still a little wary now that you had dragged him outside. The sun was shining in the bright blue sky but having you stand so close to him was still making him nervous. He had no idea what he had just signed up for.

There were a few people outside as well, all going about their days and when he turned his head to you, he noticed you watching them intently.

“I can feel their energy,” you stated, making Bucky check if anyone was behaving as though he was influenced by you in any way - they weren’t.

“And, yes, I can make living beings succumb to my will, but when I do, I feel their pain, their mental wars...” You looked at him and Bucky could feel your eyes pushing through to his deepest fears. “I wouldn’t make them do anything I wouldn’t want to endure myself... unless, of course... it’s necessary.”

Bucky thought back to a mission a while back. You had been utilized to make a hostile talk using rather unorthodox strategies. This time you actually had to hold them in place - position their limbs in places they shouldn’t be. He closed his eyes when he remembered your death cries. They had been hunting him for days. But other than you, the hostile had been killed.

“You’re mentally linking with them,” he whispered almost ashamed for not noticing it earlier. Everyone on the team probably knew it already - he had just never taken the time to listen.

“Yes.” He swallowed thickly, watching as you turned to him fully and he mirrored your action.

“If I were to make you- if I..,” you trailed off, took a deep breath, and shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that.”

And that’s when Bucky finally understood. All this time he had avoided you, fought with you, and despised you for thinking you’d be cruel for fun. He felt awful.

Your name slipped from his lips for the first time, calling your attention to his sorrowful eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

You nodded. “It’s okay. I understand it’s scary. I was scared of it, too, when I first found out... But I had a lot of time to learn. And now... I actually know how to utilize my power - control it. It even has some perks.”

Bucky’s eyebrows raised intrigued. A silent question to which you only responded by carefully reaching your hand out so his flesh one.

“Can I?” You asked before actually taking it and Bucky just nodded while watching you carefully.

He felt a lot calmer than he had before. And when you finally touched his calloused fingers, there was no urge to pull away like there had always been. You smiled at him and then nodded up to the sky, urging him to follow your stare.

“Look,” you whispered, and then Bucky felt his spine tingle. All of a sudden, it felt like his feet were lifted off the ground - smooth and subtle - almost comforting, he was engulfed by the feeling of floating - no - flying.

His eyes followed the birds in the sky, which were now rounding effortless constellations several feet above his head and Bucky just knew that they were feeling the same - exactly the same. It was amazing, and even though it was a little strange and scary, your hand holding his made him feel unusually safe.

After a while, Bucky felt the feeling subside, the birds in the sky stopped flying above him and continues their journey east again. Your hand left his but he still felt lighter than he had ever before.

His smile found you. “That’s actually pretty amazing,” he beamed before looking at the birds passing him and then back to you again.

“Yeah... it is.” You smiled as well and Bucky felt all his doubts about you float away with the feeling this extraordinary experience had brought him.

Maybe mind control wasn’t as ridiculous and careless as he had thought it to be...

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ask-spider-man-61610 · 2 years

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The Life Foundation had taken a lot of precautions to keep their Mill Valley facility out of the public eye. Sure, lots of their experiments were unethical, but this was where human trials happened, and prying eyes could have spelled disaster. So the facility was a secret--disguised as a run-down startup, all its labs far belowground. Only hacking into the Foundation's servers directly could have revealed that the facility even existed. No press got anywhere near it, no safety inspectors were ever made aware it needed inspected, and no fire drills were ever conducted for fear that the crowd outside would draw attention.

Consequently, Emjay had found emptying the building to be shockingly easy. All it took was to pull a fire alarm and, as the staff rushed out in confusion and panic, lock the doors behind them.

Spider-Man dusted shards of broken glass off of himself as he walked. Vee had hardened their outermost cells as the two of them had gone through the window, so he'd had no reason to fear lacerations, but that didn't stop a little twinge of spider-sense for as long as the fragments clung to him. As that twinge faded, it was easy to focus on Emjay's heartbeat on a lower floor...and beyond that, rooms upon rooms of test subjects. Peter hadn't spent enough time around Emily Brock to know which of those myriad heartbeats were hers. As he descended the stairs, he talked silently to the little symbiotic whisper in the back of his mind, for Vee knew Brock's heart better than they knew anything in the world. They rifled though his senses, he provided clarification as they asked, and together the two made their way down to the lab entrances, where Emjay stood and fretted outside of a locked steel door.

She turned at the sound of footsteps and jumped out of her skin for a second. The first thing she had seen was a black silhouette, with a grey spider across the chest and two milky, expressive eyes, and in an instant she had flashed back to the moment Venom had confronted her in her home when she was eighteen. The moment passed, her heartrate settled, and she smiled as the black mask melted down into Peter's shoulders and he peeled off the webbed-red mask it had covered up.

"Kickass job emptying the building," he said, pressing his mask against his thigh. Vee formed a few tendrils to swallow it up and keep it in a pocket.

Emjay smirked. "You'd be helpless without me," she joked, then glanced down at the black suit. Her smile faded into mild unease. "...So, uh. Venom? Vee?"

"Vee." It was a deep, roughened voice from somewhere around the level of Peter's chest.

"Right. I'm getting my husband back at the end of this, right?"

"Mrs. Parker," they said, as Peter stepped past her to the door. "Once I get back to Emily, I wouldn't stay on this man if you paid me. You can take him." As Peter began to kick down the door, the black mask reformed over his face, and its white eyes narrowed in concentration.

The first kick put a dent in the steel nearly a foot deep. The second kick, with Vee forming additional muscle fibers around Spider-Man's thigh, sent it careening into the lab to bounce off the opposite wall. He stepped inside, Emjay following close behind, and their eyes swept over the desks and computers lining the room. A control center, with a door on both the left and right walls that led to the labs themselves.

"You've still got the data drives, right?" Spider-Man said to Emjay, who nodded and took out a small handful of USB ports and wafer-thin adhesive squares. "Awesome." Darting to the central computer, he bypassed a few security measures and began to type faster than the eye could follow. A screen on the wall blinked back to life, displaying a list of serial numbers and current conditions, and Spider-Man stepped around the desk to peer more closely at it. His finger skimmed down the list, committing each number and lab name to memory, as behind him Emjay plugged in her first flash drive and began to copy every file she found.

For a second, turning around, Peter could just watch her work. Her eyebrows knitted together in concentration; even with the fake hair and wrinkles she had given herself as a disguise, she was gorgeous. Then Vee, growling in impatience in the back of his mind, snapped him out of it, and he said, "We're gonna start getting people out," he said, pointing a thumb towards a door. "We'll send them this way, so be ready for that."

She glanced up at him, flashing a smile. "Go get 'em, Tiger. And Vee." As she returned to her task, Spider-Man slipped out the nearest door.

Glass walls, glass walls. Everywhere Spider-Man looked, glass walls. They separated the labs, cordoned off the holding pens for the prisoners, and without exception were smeared with fingerprints and dust. No custodians knew about this place either, Peter supposed. He moved quickly, ripping open cells and tearing the straps off of operating tables. A few people needed help to stand; he put them in teams as often as not, asking one to support the weight of another. Most of these people, he suspected, were homeless and kidnapped off the street. A few of them were mutants, and a few others set off his spider-sense in a way he didn't have time to examine. He sent each of them on their way, room by room, floor by floor.

Vee's anxiety grew with every floor. They knew, intellectually, that Emily was on the lowest level in the facility. They had felt her heartbeat through Peter's skin, and they felt her movements now--slight and constrained though they were. But until they could see her, this fear would not fade. They had been separated for far, far too long already. They wouldn't feel whole until their host was back in their embrace.

So when Spider-Man slammed open the stairwell door, their white eyes fixed on the sole human figure in the Life Foundation's last laboratory. Together, Vee and Spider-Man sprinted for Emily with a singleminded focus--despite the way spider-sense crackled and screamed, despite the feeling of horror that loomed in the back of Vee's soul. The glass wall shattered across the floor as they cut a corner.

And there, strapped to an operating table, was Emily Brock: her arm hooked to four different IVs, her neck and wrists bearing surgical scars and sutures, her head lolling to one side, her eyes half-closed and bleary.

"Brock," said Spider-Man, but then Vee hijacked his mouth and spoke for him. "Emily!" they cried, as Spider-Man began to tear away the belts that held her down. "Emily, look at me. Look at me, I'm here."

It took a long time for her to focus on the black, white-eyed face above her. "...Vee...?"

Vee's eyes smiled. "Hey, baby." Spider-Man was in the middle of ripping the straps off of her arm when tendrils began to snake off of his fingers, reaching for Emily's hand: and maybe one of them should have noticed the look of terror that flashed across her face. "I'll get you back on your feet. It's so good t--"

The tendrils, which had begun to sink into Emily's skin, suddenly recoiled as if burned. Peter's spider-sense exploded, screaming about the danger of the woman in front of him, but he was caught between that and the agony that had gone through Vee like an electric shock. He didn't move until a second too late, and Emily's hand closed and clamped around his bicep.

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!"

Two voices screamed in pain; Peter Parker's and the symbiote's. His knees almost buckled; through tears of agony and Vee's wavering concentration, he saw black biomass on either side of Brock's hand going dry and flaking off like dead skin. His own pain was like a buzzsaw going through his arm. No--the pain was like hydrochloric acid, injected into his veins and his marrow, eating his arm off from the inside out. It was some combination of luck and willpower that moved his legs for him: they bent, then pushed upward and backward, and he tore himself from her grasp and hurtled across the room until stopped by a wall.

It wasn't just Vee, he realized as he examined where she had touched him. A portion of Vee's mass had indeed died, but the spandex that he wore under it had been torn away too. And his skin...in the shape of Emily's handprint, a patch of his skin looked melted, the very cells attacked and torn apart. Gingerly he touched it, feeling the blood that pulsed through just beneath, and found that the surface layer of flesh tore like tissue paper. Vee rearranged themself, covering up both their wounds and getting to work on replacing the ruined cells, but Peter looked up at Emily, and what he saw turned his stomach.

Emily had fallen halfway off of the table from the force of Spider-Man's jump. Only one limb, her right arm, was still strapped down, but she flailed and shook as though having a seizure. From her mouth, her nose, and the portion of her hand that Vee had touched, a milky-white fluid seeped across her skin, covering her and forming into claws.

"Vee..." she repeated, a moment before her jaw broke. Tears rolled from her cheeks--of pain? fear? guilt? all three?--but these were covered in seconds by the white substance that seemed determined to enclose her completely. No, not just white; the claws that formed on her fingertips were frostbite-black, as were the teeth that formed as her jaw stretched and made room. "...Save yourself..." she choked out, her other arm tearing itself from the table with ease, "...from me..."

Spider-sense had gone silent. This thing, like any Klyntar descended from Vee, was invisible to it. Afraid to touch it again, Spider-Man and Vee watched in wide-eyed horror as Emily screamed, throwing her head back, her white biomass expanding into muscle and spikes, her veins going black, a dark spider forming across her chest. In seconds she had vanished entirely beneath it.

No, not entirely. It looked up at the pair, and amidst the black, eye-like patterns on its face, Emily's dull blue eyes shone clear as day. But it wasn't her who saw out of them now.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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I'm going to put a reward out on them and in prison instead of might break them out of prisons so I'm not going to do that I'm going to put a reward on him for in prison and specifically to people there I want him gone

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Rasputin's Revelations: Unraveling the Enigma of AI Mind-Reading

Hey there, fellow knowledge junkies and curiosity cat-herders of Tumblr! Are your mind grapes thirsty for some juicy, mind-boggling intel? Well, buckle up your brain belts, because we're about to serve you a feast of fantastical facts that's going to make your neurons do the Harlem Shake. (Oops, did we just date ourselves? Whatever, on with the show!)

Picture this: It's a dark and stormy night (because, drama), and who do we have as our narrator? None other than Grigori Rasputin himself. Yes, you heard that right. The mystical, magical, maybe-a-little-misunderstood Rasputin is back from the great beyond to drop some knowledge bombs about a breakthrough so wild, it'll make your ancestors spin in their graves.

So, what's cooking in the cauldron of science today? It's AI-powered mind-reading technology! This isn't your garden-variety crystal ball gazing or palm reading shindig. We're talking about hardcore science flirting with the edges of the arcane. Imagine being able to read thoughts as easily as scrolling through your Tumblr feed. Mind-blowing, right?

Here’s the 411: These brainy boffins have whipped up something called functional Magnetic Resonance Imaging (fMRI), and it's like the crystal ball of the 21st century. This baby doesn't just look at your pretty face; it dives into the swirling whirlpools of your brain activity. It's like having a psychic session with your neurons!

But wait, there's more. Enter the AI decoder – this piece of wizardry is like the Rosetta Stone for your brainwaves. It takes the cryptic codes of your cerebral cortex and translates them into plain old English (or whatever language you fancy). We're talking about a tech that can understand the whispers of your grey matter. Spooky? Absolutely. Awesome? Double absolutely.

Now, this journey wasn't a walk in the park. The brain is a tough nut to crack, more complicated than your last relationship status. The scientists faced challenges like a knight in shining armor battles dragons. They had to deal with brain signals that are slower than your grandma on Facebook, but they persevered. They fed this AI decoder with 16 hours of spoken stories, which is like binge-watching your favorite show but for science.

The result? A technology that doesn't just parrot back words, but actually gets the gist of your thoughts. It's like having a heart-to-heart with your brain. And this isn't just a party trick; it has the potential to help people who can't communicate in traditional ways. We're talking about breaking down barriers and opening up whole new worlds of conversation. It's like giving a voice to the voiceless.

But, as with all great power, comes great responsibility (thanks, Spider-Man). We've got to think about the ethics of this tech. Do we really want people poking around in our headspace uninvited? It's a bit like reading someone's diary without asking. Not cool, right?

As we peer into the future, like looking into a misty crystal ball, we see possibilities that are both thrilling and a tad terrifying. We could be on the brink of a world where our thoughts could control everything from computers to coffee makers. But let's not forget to tread carefully, because with every step into the unknown, we might just be poking a sleeping dragon.

In conclusion, dear Tumblrinos, we've just taken you on a whirlwind tour of a scientific breakthrough that's as fascinating as it is freaky. It's a tale of brains, machines, and the magical dance of technology that could change the world as we know it. Share this story, talk about it, meme it up, and let's keep the conversation going. Because in the end, it's our collective curiosity that fuels the future. And who knows? Maybe Rasputin was onto something after all.

#mind reading #artificial intelligence #ai #science #science education #grigori rasputin

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you.

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around.

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again.

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered.

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled.

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met.

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute.

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me”

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile.

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

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“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her,

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing.

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her.

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation.

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them.

You knew your parents would at least try.

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“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking.

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic.

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list.

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face).

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one.

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time.

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head.

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one.

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger.

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #nicole fugere #the addams family #addams family imagine #addams family #request #not my gifs #gifs found in google

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Backstage

A/N: This isn't the finest work but since NWH I've been dreaming of a fic with Tobey, Tom and Andrew so hope it's okay! If you're unfamiliar with Graham Norton, he's a UK talkshow host and I highly recommend watching his show cause it's just hilarious.

Word count: 1393

Summary: The guys and the reader have to entertain themselves whilst they wait to go on a talk show

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“Hey guys, I’m so sorry for the delay. He’s still stuck in traffic. Going to be at least another half an hour if not more,” the assistant said.

“Don’t worry about it - not his fault there was an accident!” Tobey responded.

“Yeah we’re fine to wait. How are the audience?” Andrew asked.

“Not great. But we’ve got the warm up keeping them busy. As for you guys, help yourselves to refreshments. We’ve got a few board games, a switch over there if you fancy it. I’m really sorry again,” she apologised.

“I’m sure we can entertain ourselves,” you said with a reassuring smile. She smiled back at you and left the room.

You, Tom, Andrew and Tobey were all waiting to appear on The Graham Norton Show - a huge favourite of yours. Though, due to an accident happening in London, he was stuck in traffic and heavily delayed coming to the studio.

“Right, I don’t know about you lot, but I fancy the switch!” Tom said ecstatically, getting up from his chair.. “Ooh they have Mario Kart!”

“I’m game,” Tobey replied. Tom threw each of you a controller and returned to his chair. You all carefully picked your characters, Tom chose Luigi, Tobey chose Boo, Andrew chose Daisy and you…well…

“Why did you choose Link? He’s not even a Mario character!” Tom exclaimed.

“He’s an awesome character though,” you shrugged.

“And the brunette one too? Come on Y/N.”

“What? Brunette Link is the best Link.”

“And blonde Link is the Weakest Link,” Andrew said. You chuckled but Tom groaned.

4 races later and you were very much in the lead. Tom was becoming a sore loser, Tobey had no idea what he was doing and Andrew spent most of the game driving way too sensibly.

“Right, I’m gonna grab a drink. Anyone else want one?” You asked, they all politely declined.

As soon as you got up to leave, Andrew laid across the sofa where you were sitting. He stretched out his long body to cover all areas.

“Oi, move your arse,” you said, coming back into the room.

“Never,” Andrew responded.

You huffed as you placed your drink on the table.

“Move.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

You walked over to where he was lying and sat on top of him. He let out an “oof” as you got comfortable.

“Was this necessary?” He asked

“Absolutely. You wouldn’t move from my seat so I sat on you,” you said, folding your arms.

“You have got a very bony butt.” He said.

“And you’re bony all over, what’s your point?”

“Are you going to move?”

“Are you gonna get up from my seat?”

“I will when you get off of me.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Alright missy, you got me there,” he said, running his hand up your side. You squeaked and he narrowed his eyes.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You squeaked..”

“No I didn’t, must’ve been a mouse…”

“No no, you squeaked…” he ran his fingers up your side again and you twisted, trying to block his fingers.

“Y/N, we’ve worked together for months. How come I’m only finding this out now?”

“You never asked.”

He reached over and squeezed your side, eliciting a yelp from you.

“Well now I know I don’t need to,” he teased, rapidly squeezing your side. You collapsed into giggles and tried to twist away from him. He giggled but retracted his hand.

“Now that is adorable,” Tom piped up. You blushed.

“Aw, look she’s gone all shy now,” Andrew teased. He smirked as he put his arms behind his head in victory.

Without thinking, you seized the opportunity and lent forward to tickle his sides. His arms instantly slammed down as his adorable giggles poured out of him.

“Awww Andrew’s ticklish too!” Tobey cooed.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“Now who’s embarrassed?” You teased, spidering your fingers up and down his sides and occasionally across his tummy.

“Guhuhuys hehehelp mehehe!” He giggled, desperately trying to bat your hands away.

“No chance,” Tobey replied, giggling along with him.

Tom, however, snuck up behind you and tasered your sides. You shrieked and fell backwards.

“Wahahait nohohot fahair!” You yelped as Tom rapidly squeezed your sides. You rolled over and fell off the sofa.

“Hey!” You exclaimed.

“Sorry darling, I couldn’t resist,” Tom laughed.

“Ah gravity. Thou art a heartless bitch,” Andrew giggled.

“Shut your face.”

“Or what?”

You smirked and lunged at him, clawing at his tummy. He kicked his legs and squealed.

“NOHOHO!”

“Alright Y/N, stop torturing the poor boy,” Tobey said.

“Absolutely not, he deserves it!”

“So do you.”

Before you even had time to register what Tobey had said, he wrestled you to the ground and straddled your waist.

“Whoa whoa Tobey-NO!” You fell into a loud cackle as he pinned your arms above your head with one hand and wiggled his other fingers into your armpit. You flopped about like a fish below him, struggling to release your arms from his grip.

“Andrew, come and get your revenge before she escapes,” Tobey called, still tickling your armpit. Andrew shot off of the sofa and knelt next to you. He manoeuvred his hands so he was tickling your tummy. You tried to kick your legs as much as possible.

“GUHUHUYS NOHOHO!” You shrieked as you felt another pair of hands dance around your neck.

“Oh dear, Y/N, what have you gotten yourself in for?” Tobey teased. He released your arms just so he could stick both his hands in your armpits. You couldn’t protect yourself anywhere else without making the armpit tickling worse so you just had to give in and kick your legs as much as possible.

“Aww, poor Y/N, far too ticklish for her own good!” Andrew teased. He let one hand tickle your tummy and moved another down to squeeze just above your hips. It was torture.

Tom’s hands left your neck but you didn’t see him sliding down to the other end of your body. Only when you felt a shoe being removed did you realise you were in trouble.

“TOHOHOHOM NOHOHO!” You cried, trying to kick your left foot out of his grip. He held on tightly and scribbled his fingers all over your socked sole. Your laughs turned to screams as Tobey picked up the pace of tickling your armpits and Andrew ran his fingers up and down your sides.

“Apologise for torturing Andrew and we’ll stop,” Tobey said. You bellowed out a no.

“Oh well, more revenge for me I guess,” Andrew lifted up your top and quickly blew a raspberry on your belly. This sent you into a silent laughter.

“Cootchie cootchie coo Y/N…” Tobey teased, his hands now switching between your neck and your armpits.

“You are so ticklish - you’re lucky we didn’t know this before or you would have been in real trouble!” Tom teased, his fingers now tickling both your feet simultaneously as he sat on your legs.

“Imagine, we’d have gotten nothing done on set. Not with someone as ticklish as you walking around,” Andrew cooed. Your laughed dipped in and out of screams and silent laughter as your body fell weak.

“Sorry to disrupt…whatever this is…but Graham has arrived so this is a 10 minute call,” the assistant said, blushing as she watched the boys torture you. They all stopped and turned to her.

“Ah, saved by the bell. Thanks for letting us know,” Tom smiled, getting off of your legs. Tobey got off of your waist but you lay there, panting.

“I think someone may need a touch up on hair and makeup…” Andrew said, gesturing at your messy hair and the mascara tears down your face. You sat up and slapped him but giggled.

“Come with me Y/N, we’ll get you sorted,” the assistant said kindly.

“You will all pay for this, you mark my words,” you warned as Tobey gave you a hand up.

“Oh is that so?” Andrew teased, tasering your side once more. “I think you’ll be the one watching your back from now on…”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smirked before tickling his tummy. He jumped backwards and went to lunge for you but you had already run out of the room, giggling.

Let’s just say it wasn’t long before the audience discovered that you were ticklish too…

#tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #lee!reader #ler!tom holland #ler!tobey maguire #ler!andrew garfield

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New Year's Eve || [TASM!Peter Parker]

summary: That certain invitation was like a golden ticket in a Wonka chocolate bar. It was one of a kind, written with red and blue letters as it was specifically made for Spider-man. Too bad Peter never noticed the difference...

words: 2.5k words

warning: none, just fluff.

note: Happy new year! Something feels off about this one, but I don't really know what...

“I’m just saying, swinging around the city destroys your back and shoulders,” Peter told you as he stretched his arms above his masked head and leaned against the railing of the balcony.

You were sitting on the ground in front of him with your legs tucked under yourself and watched him with a bright smile. “A good massage could help.”

“Or a chiropractor,” he said with a laugh, thinking about why he hadn’t visited one yet.

“Or that, yeah.” You then jumped on your feet and pointed at him so suddenly that it would have made him take a step back if there wasn’t a railing behind him. “Hey, would you like me to massage your shoulder? Maybe that would help a little.”

Oh, he loved when you did that. Although he was Peter Parker whenever you gave him a massage and not Spider-Man. But what the heck, a free massage was always good. “That would be awesome, thank you.”

You walked into your room and pointed at the armchair by your bed to make him sit down. He did as you wanted, but he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind that something was different now that he wasn’t here as your best friend. It felt like he was invading your privacy, even though he had slept in this room before and could walk in whenever he wanted to.

When you put your hands on his shoulders, he had to fight the urge to react in any way. He wanted you to touch him, but at the same time he was afraid he would lose control and do something he would regret later. He had been in love with you for months now, waiting for the opportunity to tell you how he felt about you. But the perfect time never came and he was slowly losing hope that he could ever tell you the truth about his feelings and who he really was.

“You’re good,” he noted after he threw his head back and looked up at you.

You flashed a wide grin at him. “I know.”

“How modest of you.”

“My ex used to tell me this all the time.”

“I see.” He hated that guy. He was an asshole and throwing him out was the best decision you had made in a while. “Are you dating anyone now?” he asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“No. What about you? Civilian you, obviously.”

“I don’t either.”

“Is there anyone you like?”

Yes, you. “Well, there’s this girl, I just don’t know if she likes me the same way,” he began to explain, smiling to himself under the mask. He wanted to talk about his feelings, he wanted to get this secret off his chest finally, but he couldn’t do that now. “I mean, we’re best friends, but… You know how it is.”

You nodded. “It’s complicated.”

“Yeah.” Your thumbs slowly moved to his neck and he had to bite on his lips to stop himself from standing up, ripping off his mask and kissing you like there was no tomorrow. Clearing his throat, he leaned away and turned around to look at you. “What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?” he asked, even if he knew the answer perfectly well.

“I’m hosting a party,” you replied then put your hand in front of your mouth as you remembered something. “Oh, that’s right, I forgot to give you your invitation.”

“My invitation?”

“Yeah.” You turned around and waltzed over to your desk to pick up a black envelope. “If you feel like joining us, don’t hesitate,” you told him as you handed him the card.

“Thanks. I’ll see if I can go but I can’t make any promises.”

“I thought you would say this but it’s okay.”

Looking down at his suit, he wondered where he should put it, and in the end he decided to hide it in his boots. “Well, I should probably go. I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

“Sure. Thanks for stopping by.”

He wanted to hug you as he always did when saying goodbye but doing it now would have been weird. So he only waved his hand at you before leaving your apartment. He didn’t go far, though. He took a little detour then returned to the building next to your window and watched you from there for a while.

Peter was supposed to go to the editorial office of the Daily Bugle to take care of something regarding his usual Spider-Man pictures, but before that he agreed to meet you in a café. You had been out of town for a week and now he was so excited to meet you again as Peter that he could barely sleep at night.

“Peter, Peter, Peter, great news!” you said excitedly once you rushed over to the table he was sitting at.

He looked up from the screen of his phone with raised eyebrows. “What happened?”

“I gave Spider-Man an invitation to the party.”

“Really?” he asked, trying to sound surprised.

“Yeah,” you said as you took off your coat and laid it on the back of the chair. “He visited me again and I invited him. I mean, I have nothing to lose, right?”

“The worst that can happen is him not coming.”

“Exactly.” A waiter came to get your order and once he was gone, you folded your hands and asked, “But you’re coming, right?”

He wouldn’t miss it for the world. Every year this was the must-go event on campus with a very limited selection of students who received an invitation. “Of course I’m coming, why wouldn’t I?” he asked with a smile.

“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug. “Maybe you don’t want to leave your aunt alone.”

“She’s gonna be with a friend of hers.”

“Great, at least she’ll have fun.”

The waiter returned with your hot chocolate so your conversation had to pause for a moment, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were so beautiful as you politely smiled at the waiter, and once he left, you licked your upper lip while you had your eyes on your drink. He could have sworn he saw hearts in your eyes before you grabbed the spoon and slowly licked off the remains of the hot chocolate and whipped cream.

Peter cleared his throat to get rid of the dirty thoughts that filled his mind. “Do you know what you’re gonna wear?”

“Yes, I already have a dress,” you replied happily.

“Can I see it? I'm sure you have a picture on your phone.”

“You’ll see it tomorrow like everybody else.”

“How cruel,” he noted with a smile.

Laughing, you leaned back in the chair and nodded. “I know.”

There was one more thing he was dying to find out. “Will you have a date?” he asked casually.

“No. You?”

“No.”

“Guess we’ll hang out together all night again?”

Peter nodded. “Just like Statler and Waldorf on the balcony,” he said as he reached out to take your hand.

“Can’t wait,” you said with a wide smile as you squeezed his hand.

“Me neither.” As his arm turned a little, he glanced at his watch and realized how much time had passed already. “Oh, crap, I’m late.” He pulled away his hand and stood up to put on his coat. “See you tomorrow then.”

When you opened the door of your apartment on New Year’s Eve and his eyes landed on you for the first time that night, his heart skipped a beat. You were so breathtakingly beautiful in that blue cocktail dress that he had a hard time keeping himself under control. He wanted to hug you tightly, just taking in the mixed scent of your shampoo and perfume as he kissed the top of your head. But while he had done it before behind closed door, it hasn’t happened before with others present.

“Can I see your invitation?” you asked with a wide grin on your face.

“Are you kidding me?”

You shook your head. “No. Invitation, please,” you said as you held out your hand.

Peter let out an annoyed huff as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the envelope. But when you took a look at it, your blood visibly froze. What could possibly go wrong? That was the invitation he had received weeks ago.

“Where did you get this?” you asked suspiciously.

“What? You gave it to me. Did you forget?”

“Can I talk to you in private?” When he nodded, you took his hand, asked a friend to check the invitations if anyone arrived while you were gone, then dragged him to your bedroom. Once the door closed, you put a hand on your hip and showed him the card. “This is the golden ticket, Peter.”

Tilting his head to the side, Peter took a look at the invitation. “The what?” he asked since he hadn’t noticed anything strange about it.

“The invitation. It’s one of a kind and I gave it to Spider-Man myself.”

Oh, no. “What are you talking about?” He tried to sound calm but he was starting to panic. “You gave it to me yourself. I can remember we were—”

Shaking your head, you pointed at the text on the card. “The letters on the normal invitations are black, but on this one they're red and blue,” you explained.

“Come on.”

“Are youSpider-Man?” you asked seriously.

“What? This must be a joke.”

With a groan you threw the card on your bed and began pacing back and forth in front of him. “Then how did you get the invitation? I have a feeling that you received this one yesterday so it was on top and this is why you brought this with you.” Damn it, this is exactly what happened. He saw the black envelope and picked it up without thinking. “Peter, you can trust me.”

Heavy silence followed your words while he thought about what to do. But then he let out a sigh and reached into his backpack to get something out of it—it was Spider-Man’s mask. A big smile crawled on your lips at the sight. “Yes, I’m Spider-Man,” he announced with a small smile.

“This is so cool!” you exclaimed before you pulled him into a tight hug.

It was worth it. He dropped the backpack and the mask on the floor and wrapped his arms around you. “But this stays between us,” he murmured into your hair.

“Of course.”

He leaned back a little to look at you. “Your guests are probably missing you.”

“My guests are fine,” you said with a shrug before taking a small step away from him. “We were planning to hang out tonight anyway.”

“So you’re not mad at me for not telling you?”

You shook your head in response. “No, I'm not,” you said while you reached out to take his hand. “I think I understand why you kept it a secret. And thank you for telling me now.”

Before leaving your room, he quickly stuffed the mask into his backpack then hid it in your closet to make sure it would be safe. Getting this off his chest made him feel a lot better and now he began to wonder if he should tell you another secret as well. Maybe after a few drinks he would have the courage to tell you how he felt about you, but right now he wasn’t ready.

Out in the living room you not-so-kindly convinced a couple to sit elsewhere so you could occupy the couch and watch people from there. “Aaaand Craig is stupid-drunk again. Let’s hope he doesn’t break anything this time,” you said, referring to a previous party when he smashed someone’s family heirloom by accident.

The corner of Peter’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Did you hear what happened to him?”

“No, what?”

He let out a laugh and put a hand on your arm. “He got blackout drunk at a party and woke up in an alley wearing only his underwear and a pair of shoes.”

“You’re kidding me,” you said with your mouth hanging open from surprise.

“No, it’s true. Someone even called the cops on him.”

Shaking your head, you turned to look at the guy. “And I invited him after a scandal like this?”

“I wouldn’t call it a scandal,” Peter pointed out.

“But this wasn’t even the first time something like this happened.”

“True.”

For the next two hours you talked about a lot of things despite the noise—mostly exchanging rumors or badmouthing people—and Peter could tell things were a little different now that you knew the truth about him. You had been close before, sure, but this was something else, something more… mature. He knew he could trust you and that was enough.

For now.

Because whenever he looked at you, he saw the most beautiful woman in the world and he just wanted to tell you the truth about his feelings too. Why couldn’t you start the new year with a blank page, though? And with that, he made up his mind. The plan wasn’t complicated at all. He wouldn’t let you drink too much and waited patiently until midnight. And then…

“You kissed me,” you stated in a surprised tone when you looked up at him in the middle of the room, ignoring the crowd around you.

Peter smiled proudly. “I did.”

You put a finger on your lips as you thought about something. “It felt strangely familiar,” you then said.

“I’m sure it did.”

“Why are you sure?”

He leaned down to kiss you again, and he could hear your friends cheer around you for a moment before returning their attention to the party. “Because this wasn’t the first time. Remember your twenty-first birthday?”

“No,” you admitted.

“I thought so, you got drunk really soon.”

“What happened?”

“I kissed you,” Peter said as he swept a strand of hair behind your ear. “And I told you that I like you.”

“Wow, Spider-Man likes me?” you asked with an amused smile but he quickly shushed you by covering your mouth with his hand. Once you successfully pried his hand of your lips, you leaned even closer. “So… you like me?”

“I'm madly in love with you,” he corrected you with a laugh.

For a short moment you froze and then your jaw dropped. “Wait, in this case I’m the girl you were talking about as... you know.”

“Yes, you are.” There was a charming smile on your lips, one he had never seen before. He wanted to remember this moment because he was afraid of your answer to his next question. “Do you think there could be anything between us? I mean, anything more than friendship.”

This time it was you who kissed him with your arms wrapped around his neck. “I'm sure that's a possibility,” you whispered into his ear before playfully biting his earlobe with a laugh.

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breaking and entering | bucky barnes x reader

summary: The last time you’ve experienced a break-in, you ended up having to wear a scarf to work for a week. It’s all Bucky Barnes’ fault, really – the man seems to not know the rules of proper social interaction, including how texting you back is better than breaking into your apartment.

To be fair, you did offer him your first aid kit.

notes: FOLKS. So I wrote a sequel to my one-shot, housesitting. It’s now a two-shot. If you want to read it for context, go right ahead, but it’s not super necessary. In good timing, too, because that one just went over 1000 notes?! What the hell. You guys are awesome. (i also wanted to try my hand at writing smut, so here we are oop)

warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT. 18+, minors DNI and all that. Please and thanks. Also: canon-divergence (avengers tower team stuff), language. (word count: 4K)

“I just think you should get around, you know. You’re still young. You’re not terrible looking–”

“Gee, thanks Tony.” You poke the wires of the spider-like drone you’re working on, another one of Peter and Tony’s Wednesday Insanities, and its metal legs twitch.

“– and even those people have more sex than you.”

You raise your eyes to stare at him, dumbfounded. The only way this could get any more inappropriate would be if Peter wasn’t at school at the moment.

“I get around plenty. Why are you so obsessed with my sex life anyway? You’re my boss.”

“Precisely. I’m also your friend. Anyway, when was the last time you’ve been with someone?”

You peer at him over your coffee mug. “You mean third base or?”

“How old are you, fifteen?” There’s a pause where all you do is stare at Tony Stark. He rolls his eyes. “Yeah. Third base.”

“Like, a month ago for about 10 minutes. What? I’m just so busy.”

The third base bit is true – the social media assistant you went out for drinks with last month had swept you off your feet for a whopping 6-something minutes before collapsing next to you on the bed and start talking about the future of picture-based social networking for the remaining 4.

You decide that your little encounter with Bucky Barnes can stay off Tony’s realm of knowledge for the rest of eternity. Because it’s a private thing.

And not because you and him had texted each other on and off for a whole two days, and then Bucky never texted you back.

Definitely not because of that.

“Even I do it once a week, at least.”

From his corner of the lab, Bruce sighs. He’s probably regretting not having earplugs right now, and honestly, so are you.

“You’re literally married.”

“Exactly! I’m married, and still get more action than you do.”

You set your screwdriver down and grab your coffee again. It’s your third mug of the day, and it’s not even noon. Needless to say, your braincells are bouncing around like popcorn kernels inside a microwave.

You feel a little unhinged, and very mouthy, as a certain metal-armed man would say. “Sure, but you’re married to Pepper. If I was married to Pepper, oh boy, we’d–”

“Don’t, no no, no, don’t finish that. Nope. Shush. I’ll fire you.”

“You can’t fire me, I’m like, 99% of the brains in this lab.” You roll your eyes, twirling on your chair. Now even Bruce is looking at you. “Okay, I’m the looks of this lab. Any who, you’d be nothing without me. Just a bunch of fucking nerds.”

The spider drone is up and running, and you pull up a screen to control its movements. It’s still wobbly, like a baby deer, but it works. You wonder if the propulsors you’ve been working on could be incorporated to it, and make it into those terrifying flying spiders you’ve seen on nature documentaries.

You just might be the brains and the looks.

Bucky did say you were pretty, after all. And annoying, but that was a no-brainer.

You hate yourself for it, but you actually kind of liked him – you liked his pretty blue eyes, pink lips and long hair, you liked talking to him over the phone, and you liked vacuum cleaning the inside of his mouth with yours.

That other night felt unfinished, and not just from a sexually frustrated nerd standpoint.

Goddamnit, you were in deep already.

Not that it mattered now, because he didn’t seem as interested as you were, and that is fine. It’s life.

It’s totally fine.

“Hey kid, come back to Earth.”

You rub your face, thankful you got up too late to put on any kind of makeup. “You guys really need to stop calling me kid already.”

“Who else is calling you kid?”

“Uhm—? No one.”

Tony has his face nested in his hands, eyeing you with interest. You knit your eyebrows, and suddenly your work is very compelling. So much so that you have to sit correctly in your chair, turn your back to your boss-friend and start fiddling with the designing software on your computer.

“Because that sounds like a Rogers thing to do. And if he is—”

“As much as I’d love to add fuel to your love-hate fire with Steve, no, he didn’t do anything.”

He scoffs, reiterating for the last time that there wasn’t love in this fire, but you know better.

Thankfully, that is good enough to make him leave you alone to work in peace.

As if Tony Stark being a little too invested in your love life wasn’t enough to make it for a less-than day, heavy rain plagues New York City just when you’re trying to get home. It’s absolute chaos, as expected. The trains get delayed and that leaves you with two choices: facing the 5-station-long walk home, in the rain, or waiting for god knows long in a crowded and sweaty underground platform.

Anything is better than standing for hours in a musty tunnel.

That’s what you repeat to yourself as your shoes squelch every time you take a step.

“Ugh. Ew, water. Rain water. On my feet. Warm from my feet. Fuck me, fuck me sideways.”

You wish you were one of those romantic people who saw beauty in the rain, but right now you are soaked, cold, hungry, your feet hurt and you are starting to regret leaving your dry and sunny hometown to become a scientist or whatever.

You wrestle against the iron door of your apartment complex – really, only the neighbors are complex – the building itself is a repurposed rowhouse, the typical New York accommodation, complete with fire stairs outside and everything.

Once you close yourself into the warmth of the hall, the smell of spices coming from Mr. Bakshi’s apartment fills your nose and you smile. You’ll have to come knock on his door for curry later.

He’ll swat you with a wooden spoon and send you off running, but at the end of the day you’ll have a warm bowl of food on your lap and a life lesson given to you unprompted.

The stairs are your last nemesis before arriving at your apartment, and you try to catch your breath while you turn the key in.

Your apartment isn’t as nice as Steve’s – in your humble opinion, at least. There’s a constant background sound of either pipes creaking, people living their lives in the apartments above or beside you, or on the streets below. The landlord turns off the heating after 9 p.m., and your bathtub has a leak he’s been ignoring for the past couple of months.

It’s still your home, though, your safe place, and you’ve been living in it for so long you can make your way around everything in the dark, with your eyes closed.

That means that when you get inside, you don’t turn on the lights. You swing your bag over a hook that’s by the door. You kick off your wet shoes and jacket.

“Got caught in the rain?”

You scream.

Your eyes dart wildly around your dark apartment, stopping at the figure sitting on your favorite chair. Long, dark hair. Blue eyes. Metal arm.

Slowly, you peel yourself from the wall.

It’s Bucky.

Your heart is still hammering inside your ribcage.

“What the fuck,” You punch the light switch on. “who do you think you are, the Winter Stalker?”

He’s not wearing his tactical gear, instead clad in a leather jacket and dark wash jeans, but your first aid kit is sitting by his feet. His eyes flick to it for a second before returning to you, his boot nudging the box lightly.

To be fair. You did offer it to him that one time.

“You shouldn’t leave your window unlocked. ‘S not safe.”

“Would it have stopped you?”

“Not really.”

You groan, and stomp to your bedroom. You think about asking just how he got your address, but last week you tweeted it during a drunk rage, so you’re sure he’s not the only person to know exactly where you live.

Still, the audacity of him.

Your wet clothes are starting to weigh on you, but you suddenly miss the wet shirt that has been tossed on the floor when Bucky appears, leaning on the doorway.

He looks at the wall when he realizes you noticed him staring at you in your bra, and you laugh.

“So now we’re pretending you care about privacy.”

“I’m trying here.”

“Well, try harder,”

You go up to him, and under the light you can see he barely has any visible injuries. Why was he even here, then? “and leave my private bedroom.”

He rolls his eyes, but does what you say. You slip into your old college sweatshirt, the one without any holes, and a pair of leggings once he’s out of sight.

The leggings are a little bit of a stretch. But this is Bucky Barnes, and he looks hot even dirty and sweaty from kicking some bad guy’s asses, more so now that he’s clean, and you think you should at least try to not look like a gremlin for once.

You don’t miss how his eyes linger on your form as you come back to the living room. You’re annoyed as hell, that much is true.

But the way he swallows sends your ego soaring like a dove in a country wedding.

Never mind that those doves usually fall down pathetically five seconds later; your ego will not.

When you enter your small kitchen, it’s pristine – which is saying something, because your kitchen is never pristine. Sure, it’s always clean enough, but because you never cook. You’re positive you left a few dishes in the sink and breadcrumbs on the counter before you left in the morning, though, and those have vanished.

You turn to Bucky, who’s now back on the armchair you found him in earlier. “Did you clean my kitchen?”

“It was messy.”

Guy’s a keeper.

You’re a little offended by his wording, though. It was decent, not messy. Not great, not awful.

“Uh—it wasn’t? That’s so rude.”

“Not if it’s true.”

Out of spite, you take a mug from the cabinet and a spoon from the drawer and throw it in your sink. Bucky’s looking at you as if you’ve grown a second head, and you smirk.

“So you came here to clean my kitchen and use my first aid kit?”

“I wanted to see ya’ too, doll.”

There we go with the nickname again. Your legs feel like jelly when his eyes meet yours, but you soon remember that he’s been ghosting you and they regain their solidity.

“Well, yeah, but then you could’ve texted me back.” Checkmate.

Bucky exhales and rests his elbows on his knees, hands intertwining. You wonder if he’s trying to find his words or if he’s assessing the cleanliness of your floor.

“I was out on a mission and things got complicated—” He shakes his head, and reaches for the Rubrik’s cube on your coffee table. “but then it was days later and I felt like just texting you wasn’t enough. I’m not very good at this. I’m sorry.”

You don’t know how to play chess. Not a clue, really.

And now you feel a little bad for giving him a hard time, because he is an old man and probably hasn’t had to maintain normal relationships with pretty much anyone outside of his conjoined twin, Steve Rogers.

“Look, I know this is probably all new for you.” With a resigned exhale, you sit on the table in front of him. “But all I needed was one text.”

“I know—”

“To stop me from thinking you were ignoring me on purpose.”

His face falls, and you smile softly. “You wouldn’t be the first. I am a little weird.”

“You are.”

“Hey!”

Bucky laughs, and suddenly you’re hypnotized by the flashing white of his teeth. “I like it.” His attention turns back to the Rubrik’s cube, and he frowns. “I thought I knew how to do this one.”

It’s your time to laugh. “You can’t. I changed the places of the stickers.”

His brows knit deeper, and it’s like your second head grew a third. “Why?”

You extend your hand and he deposits the toy on your palm.

“Makes for a good conversation starter. Like a little coffee table mystery. It also keeps fools occupied.”

“Are you callin’ me a fool?”

“You were occupied.”

Bucky’s shaking his head, but the corners of his lips are tugged up. Your smile grows larger. He takes your hand and pulls you to him, and you land with your knees on each side of his thighs.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” His flesh hand now travels up and under your sweatshirt, so warm that you shiver. “I guess I deserve being the fool. I should’ve texted you.”

You lean in, bringing your hand up to the back of his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah, you should’ve.” You close the remaining distance between you and Bucky, kissing him long and deep. He slips his tongue over yours, which feels downright illegal, and you melt; all that pining and sighing around you’ve been doing culminate into it.

Bucky seems to notice, because he raises his metal hand to cup your face, steadying and dominating, but his cool fingers do little to snuff out the fever that’s building up inside you. On the contrary, really.

The back and forth movement of your hips makes Bucky groan. He plants his hands firmly on both your thighs, and looks up at you. There’s hunger in his eyes, and you can’t say your appetite doesn’t match his at the moment.

“No IKEA furniture to stop us now.”

Bucky smirks, and your sweatshirt is lifted up your body and thrown across your living room. You and Bucky realize you forgot to put on a new bra earlier.

Oops.

“Goddamn, doll.”

You capture his lips on yours again, and your fingers work to rid him of his leather jacket, which gets hurled away as well. It should be impossible, but Bucky in a Henley shirt might be hotter than anything else you’ve seen him wear.

Your leggings are the next to go, and you moan quietly over the friction of your underwear against his jeans once you straddle him again. Bucky guides your head to the side, planting his lips to your neck.

He teases and nips at the sensitive skin, and you can’t help yourself but go back to grinding on him. You gasp and moan when he slips a finger inside you. “Bucky—”

“Fuck, I could get used to hearing that.” He works you up, and you have to bite your lip to stop you from becoming – much more of – a mess too soon. “Say it again. Moan my name, beautiful.”

You’re happy to oblige him, his name falling out of your mouth like a prayer, pleading for something you weren’t sure of, most likely him. Bucky. Bucky.

“Ah—Bucky,” You move your thumb across his lips as you’re trying to brace yourself, and he flashes that brilliant smile again. “bedroom.”

Bucky nods, but shows no signs of stopping his ministrations so you two can move from the small armchair to your bed. He adds another finger in, and your breath hitches.

“Cum for me. Then we’ll go.”

It’s as if your body is eager to do everything he says, because as soon as the words leave his mouth you feel the familiar coil in your belly. Bucky moves his fingers inside of you almost painfully slow, making you bury your head on the crook of his neck to stay grounded.

It’s between your moans and pants and Bucky’s coos that you reach your peak, orgasm exploding inside you as you rock against his hand.

“Attagirl.”

You laugh at his praise, mostly to hide how much you loved it; you’re still a little dazed when Bucky gets up, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and lifting you up with him.

You have no choice but let him carry you to the bedroom – not that you had anywhere else you wanted to be right now – and deposit you on your bed gently. After a quick sweep of his eyes across your room, he smirks at you.

“Your room’s messy.”

“Oh dear god. What, you want to tidy up a little first?” You close your fist around the hem of Bucky’s shirt, pulling him towards you. He looks at you through hooded lids, and you smirk. “Right. You don’t. Get your ass over here.”

He kisses you tenderly, finding place between your legs and pressing against your bare chest. The roughness of the shirt against your breasts is a wonderful contrast to the sweetness of the kiss, and you sigh against Bucky’s mouth.

“It’s an orderly mess. I know where everything—” You almost forget what words are when he begins a trail of kisses down your neck, stopping to lick the line of your jaw and nibble on your earlobe. “—where everything is.”

His hand travels down your torso and stops at the elastic band of your panties. “You talk too much.”

The gruffness of his voice gives you goosebumps, and you nearly lose it.

This man. It’s like he does it on purpose.

“So you’ve said,” You quip back, pushing one of Bucky’s shoulders so he’d fall on the mattress and you would be on top of him instead.

The few seconds you spend away from his body heat leaves you shivering, from either the sudden shift in temperature, excitement or even the way Bucky watches you from his spot on your bed.

One leg on each side of his body, you can feel the pressure and heat of his bulge against your (still clothed) core as you lean in to kiss him.

No shit, it’s for sure how he’s looking at you. As if you were a full course meal and he hasn’t eaten in days.

You fiddle with the button and zipper of his jeans as he tosses his Henley aside. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but seeing his bare torso, the strong lines of his shoulders and the glint of the metal arm under the dim light of your bedroom is enough to make you feel dizzy.

Bucky’s hand comes to rest on the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek as you kneel down in front of him and begin feeling him over the material of his briefs.

“You don’t have to do—that.” He says when you free his cock from his underwear.

“Want to,” You stroke him slowly with one hand and plant a kiss on the head. “Want you so badly.”

Bucky’s voice is husky with need. “Feeling’s very mutual, doll.”

He groans when you lean down to lick a strip on the underside of his dick and suck on the tip, his fingers interweaving in your hair as you take more of him in your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down.

Bucky guides your head languidly – hell, lovingly almost – his breath becoming laborious while you concentrate on pleasing him. His hand closes in your hair and he pulls you off him gently, your lips leaving his cock with a pop.

“C’mere,” He says, still using the hand on the back of your head to bring you up and towards him.

He kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing your bottom lip as if asking permission to go inside and slide against yours.

With one hand to your waist he flips you onto the bed, now leaning over you with a smirk. He presses his lips down your jaw and neck and you exhale, throwing your head back for a moment before resting your back fully on the mattress.

You gasp when he takes one of your breasts in his mouth, air puffing out of your lungs as his tongue swirls over a nipple. You breathe his name out and feel him smile against your skin.

Bucky’s flesh hand travels down your body, finds the hem of your panties and pulls it down, your legs folding closer to your chest to help him remove it completely.

Your breath fails again when he inserts two fingers in, your toes curling at the same time he curls his digits inside of you, thumb coming to trace circles against your clitoris.

“I—Bucky,”

He trails kisses up to your lips this time, humming encouragements as you roll your hips and come undone on his hand. “You’re so beautiful when you cum for me.”

You think you could do it again to the sound of his voice alone.

With both hands at the back of his neck you kiss him hard, keening as he grinds against you and renewed, intense want builds up.

“Buck—ah, I need you,” You moan, now even the featherlight touch of his fingertips being too much for you.

“Need me where, doll?”

“Inside me.”

Bucky bites his lip and obliges immediately, sheathing himself inside of you and making you gasp at the girth. He’s got most of his weight on his metal arm, the other is tightly gripping the one of your legs that is hooked around his waist.

You feel full and blissed out. Bucky’s pink, parted lips are a sight, and it’s hard to focus on anything that isn’t them or the movement of his hips against yours. Or rather, those two things or the multiple spots where your skin touches his; it feels unbelievably hot, like burning coal, a fire that right now you have no intention of smothering.

You tangle your fingers through his hair as his thrusts gain rhythm, the friction making your head feel light and any coherent string of thought be cut loose.

“Been wanting this – you, since I caught you starin’ back at Steve’s.”

“I didn’t stare—oh,” Your attempt at a clap back is cut short when Bucky goes particularly deep, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your thigh, and you feel your pleasure build up, again.

Bucky’s movements turn slow and mellow, and you huff out a desperate laugh that comes out more like a little sob as you’re trying to handle the stimulation on top of the change in pace – it’s almost overwhelming, and you hold onto his metal bicep and the locks of his hair for dear life.

“C’mon, doll, just one more. Know you can do it.”

He purrs the words in your ear, bringing his hand to knead your breast and lightly pinch your nipple – as if you’re in need of motivation, but surely, it helps. Soon enough you’re bucking your hips, moaning his name and clenching tightly around him.

“That’s it – god, you feel so good.” Bucky mumbles against your neck before kissing the flushed skin. His ruts become sloppier and you meet his thrusts lazily, kissing and nipping at his bottom lip to push him into his own climax.

With a soft groan he pulls out, spilling himself on your stomach. You kiss his face and he seeks out your lips, the both of you coming down from your highs in a tangle of spent, sweaty limbs.

You keep your eyes closed when he gets up and pads to your bathroom and back, only opening them when you feel the wet softness of a washcloth on your belly and inner thighs.

“Made a mess.” You tease as Bucky works on cleaning you up, and he looks at you with feigned annoyance in his eyes.

“Zip it.”

You know it’s all an act because his face breaks into a grin immediately after, even if it happens against his will – maybe it’s because of the post-coital dopamine, or your irresistible charm, or maybe Bucky happens to like you as much as you like him. It hardly matters.

Suck it, Tony. He’ll probably never know about any of this, but if he could just see you now. Bucky Barnes, butt naked in your bedroom.

The rain still pours over the city, droplets collecting on your windowsill. It’s nice, pretty even – the chill of it a distant feeling now that you were inside and your cheeks and body were heated up from Bucky’s presence in your tiny, messy, lovely apartment.

Bucky comes back from the bathroom (after tidying something else up, you’re sure) and places a hand on your hip when you’re done pulling another pair of underwear up your legs. They’re still a bit unsteady, so you let him guide you back to your bed as he kisses you softly.

Your lips meet again, and again and again, and you let yourself melt between your sheets and Bucky’s warmth.

“So I can break in again sometime, you think?” He says it so nonchalantly that you snort and swat him on the shoulder.

“If you’re planning on fucking me like that, Bucky,” You giggle when he rolls his eyes, knowing he should be far from mortified at your one-liners at this point. “I’ll get you a key.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #emwrites #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky x reader smut #pbe

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unseelie-robynx · 2 years

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right, ok, so @vegalocity made another amazing artwork for our increasingly complicated branching timeline of Oblivion Au’s. And it was incredible and gave me ideas and I ended up writing something out before i realized it, and it got kinda long and out of control (and is a full length dabble/ one shot a 1k words) so it’s going here for others to see and wonder what on earth the two of them have been doing when left unsupervised.

Necessary background information. This is Oblivion verse, so brainwashing mind control music is involved. This is a Bad End and stemming from the whole Wife! Red Son thing we talk about Here and Here. It progressed into a, hey what if Xiaotian got somehow shocked out of his brainwashing, but then corruption arced himself into thinking Oblivion is good anyways and using it to stop/ reform bad guys which leads to him using it to “help” normal people with their problems which leads to him spreading it through the whole city and sort of accidentally becoming a despot. Except he left the Spider clan alone b/c phobia, and they’ve started an underground rebellion. But they don’t know what’s causing the brainwashing or how to stop it, and they need whatever Xiaotian’s using in order to do that, so Huntsman goes as their sacrificial guinea pig to basically willingly let himself get brainwashed so the resistance can get a recording of the mind control music. His story is about how he wants to be with Sandy, and reform and be good because of that, and Xiaotian takes that and is like, perfect. I’m gonna make you into a sweet little wife like i did Red Son. (Sandy was not on board with this. At least not until Xiaotian “fixed” his mindset for him) So currently Huntsman is Red Son’s personal project of “How to make the perfect ditsy Pet Wife for Sandy.” This is the results of me seeing Vega’s awesome artwork, and then the little scene she included and going.... hmmmm, i want to see Red Son be totally on board with brainwashing someone, even knowing that he himself is brainwashed. so you all get to indulge if you so desire. WARNINGS: Brainwashing, Mind Control, Unreliable narrator, Brainwashed POV, Psychological horror, All the Standard Oblivion series tags

Wife smiled fondly at his special project as he got Huntsman situated in front of his vanity and started brushing out the spider’s hair. He tsked. “This is really far too short you know. You’re going to need to start letting it grow out. Since I’m such a good mentor, I’ll let you have some products I have that will help with that, but you’ll need to be a Good Wife and be diligent in putting them in every night. Understood?”

“I… yes? But I… grow it out?” The response from the spider was slow and confused.

Wife sighed; Huntsman was obviously still having trouble with his basic truths apparently. It was a good thing that Wife was here to help his wonderful Xiaotian fix the silly little spider up for Sandy. Sandy deserved only the best, and so Wife was going to be sure to do a good job for him.“Yes Huntsman. You need to grow your hair out so you can make is look pretty. Remember?”

SNAP

“Good Wives love to dress up pretty for their husbands.”

There was a pause as Huntsman’s eyes faded out again, and the reminder of the truth settled into him. Then a longer pause while Wife waited for the spider to reinforce the truth.

Which he evidently wasn’t going to do.

Again.

Another sigh. Wife really had his work cut out for him with this one. He understood now why his perfect Husband had given the spider to him. It was obviously a little defective, and was going to need a lot of hands on work to get it operating properly. Something his Beloved just didn’t have time for, what with all the work he was doing to show the city how good Oblivion was, and help everyone to become better and see how important it was to obey listen to Xiaotian. Wife allowed himself just a smidge of pride at being so useful to his Xiaotian, but that meant he needed to do a good job and make sure Huntsman became the perfect wife for Sandy.

“Now you say it back Huntsman.” He instructed gently.

“..Goo… Good Wives love to dress up pretty for their husbands.”

Wife frowned. There had been hesitation there. That wouldn’t do.

“That’s right Huntsman.” He said, slowly pulling the brush through the spider’s hair. (Positive physical contact was very useful in helping to teach truths) “Now, why do you need to grow your hair out?”

“Be.. because Good Wives love to dress up pretty for their husbands?” The response was a little less hesitant, but it was still a question. Still not good enough.

“That’s right Huntsman.” Wife praised, patting him on the head. “Good job.”

Wife watched with satisfaction as Huntsman blinked, then smiled at the positive reinforcement. Better, but still not quite good enough. Maybe just one more push. “Now you’re going to use what I give you every night and take good care of your appearance from now on. And that is because?”

“Because Good Wives love to dress up pretty for their husbands.” Huntsman’s voice was firm this time. Steady and sure of his answers.

“Good boy!” Wife praised again, giving another pat on the head, and returning to his brushing. “Now, I’m going to work on getting all these nasty tangles out of your hair, and you’re going to work on being a Good Wife by reminding yourself of all your Truths while I do so. Understand?”

“Yes, Shifu.” Came the dutiful response, followed by the low murmur of Huntsman’s raspy voice as the spider began repeating his litany of new truths to himself.

And Wife couldn’t help the little shiver of excitement that ran down his spine at the address. He really was so grateful that Xiaotian had given him a cute little Tudi to train. Well, Wife was working on making him cute. Huntsman needed to be cute and sweet and soft and silly according to Wife’s Husband. Sandy didn’t need a Clever Wife like he was, he needed a dumb cute thing to play with and take care of. A lot like his cats was how Xiaotian had explained it, and it made so much sense to Wife that way. The spider hadn’t been all that clever before anyways (The fact that he kept trying to think even in Oblivion was proof of that) and Sandy was more that smart enough that what little bit of help the spider could provide that way just wouldn’t be worth the effort. Far better for Huntsman to be a sweet pampered little pet, the kind Sandy loved doting on.

And it was Wife’s job to get him that way. To help Xiaotian scrub out those nasty little hang-ups that the spider might try and cling to. To carefully unravel Huntsman and replace all of those nasty thoughts and feelings with being a Good Wife and a Good Pet and obeying his new Husband Sandy. The only things the spider needed to think about ever again was how best to please his Owner Husband and make him happy.

Wife couldn’t wait for Huntsman to be finished, so he could show the spider off to Xiaotian and show his Husband how Clever and Useful Wife was. Maybe then Xiaotian would give him other projects to work on. Things Wife could do to make his Husbands job easier, to help carry the burden of the city with him, even if it was only in a small way.

Wife couldn’t suppress the dreamy sigh that escaped him. It was a daydream he liked to indulge in often. Wife and his Husband sitting up on their balcony, looking out over his Husband’s city as the sun set. Knowing that ever last person in their perfect paradise had been shown the truths of Oblivion and knew how good and right it was. Wife knew it would happen someday, it was what is perfect Husband was working towards after all, and maybe Wife could be lucky enough to help.

#lmk #Lego Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid #Oblivion AU #oblivion series #Brainwashing #mind control #brainwashed pov #unreliable narrator #psychological horror #lmk red son #lmk huntsman #Tyrant Prince AU

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elliesguitarstrings · 3 years

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Ok ok ok so how about this! Reader is scared of horror movies and spiders! Like shit scared and Peter constantly teases her about it (her knowing about Spider-Man is up to you). So one day him, reader, mj, Ned are having a sleepover at peters and during the horror movie reader gets scared n screams..and Peter teases her again so she gets hurt and runs to his room. He goes after her to apologise but then tells her not to turn around or something and reader thinks he’s just teasing her again and wants to walk away but then peter just kisses her! Cause there was actually a spider behind her and Peter panicked cause he didn’t want reader to get scared again.

Cue Ned n mj being so happy cause they finally confessed and end up embarrassing Peter.

This is so specific sorry but thank you🥺❤️

this is so cute!!! i wrote this really quickly so sorry if there are some typos :/

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“Okay guys, what should we watch?” Peter asks as he crawls out from the makeshift pillow fort in his living room.

You, Ned, MJ, and Peter were all spending the night at his house. Seeing as it’s already the middle of the night and you’re all extremely tired, you decided to watch a movie before you go to bed.

MJ smirks, “We should watch It!” This earns nods of approval from everyone... well everyone except for you.

“Absolutely not!” you deadpan, “I am not watching a scary movie before I go to seep. No way.”

Ned laughs, “Come on Y/N, it’s more funny than scary. Plus it’s not even that scary anyways, you’re such a baby.”

“Am not! I just don’t like scary movies!”

“Y/N, you made me turn off A Bug’s Life because you were too freaked out that the bugs were talking. You’re a baby.” Peter chuckles.

“I just don’t like bugs okay? Sue me!”

“Yeah I’m surprised she still lets you hang around since you’re Spiderman Peter. Hey Y/N did you know he can summon an army of spiders whenever he wants?” Ned jokes.

You’re eyes go wide, “What? Peter is that true? Please tell me that’s a joke.”

“Oh no it’s not a joke, I can control all spiders. Actually, why don’t I get some to come over here right now?”

You shriek, “Nononono! Peter don’t please don’t!”

Ned, Peter, and MJ all burst out laughing. “He can’t actually do that Y/N, he was just being stupid.” MJ giggles.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, though you’re extremely embarrassed. You did just kind of prove their point that you were scared of basically everything. You know that they’re just joking around, but it still hurts your feelings a little.

“You know what,” you announce, “let’s watch It, who cares if it’s scary.”

Peter raises his eyebrows, “Oh, are you sure? We really don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine. I want to. Let’s do it.” You don’t actually want to watch it. But you do want to prove your friends wrong. So you’re just going to have to push through for this one.

“Well okay then, guess we’re watching It!” Peter grabs the remote and turns on the movie, crawling back to his spot next to you.

Already you’re hating this. Even the intro has creepy music that puts you on edge. The movie hasn’t even properly started yet and it’s still freaking you out. You snuggle deeper into your spot on the couch and hope that you are able to fall asleep before any of the really scary parts. You figure that nothing super scary will happen in the first ten minutes, so as long as you drift off before then you’re fine.

Unfortunately, you’re very wrong. Not even five minutes into the movie and there’s already a creepy clown pulling a kid into a sewer. You aren’t expecting it, and the jump scare makes you scream. You bury your head in the pillow, trying to get the terrifying image of Pennywise the clown out of your head.

Instead of comforting you or making sure you’re okay, your friends just laugh.

“Hey, guys, maybe we should turn this off I think it’s a little too much for baby Y/N here.” Peter chokes out in between laughs.

“Yeah, maybe we need to turn on a Disney movie instead.” Ned adds.

“I don’t know guys, the villains can be pretty scary, that might even be too much for her!” MJ giggles.

You’ve had enough. You don’t want to spend any more time with your friends tonight if all they’re going to do is make fun of you. You throw your blanket off and stand up from the couch carefully as not to knock the fort down. You quickly crawl out from under it and storm off to Peter’s room leaving your friends in silence. You slam the door shut, but question when you don’t hear it click. You spin around to see Peter holding the door open, staring at you.

“Peter, go away, I don’t want to hear you make fun of me anymore.”

He slips into the room and closes the door behind him. “I’m not here to make fun of you, I promise.” he pauses. “Y/N I’m sorry, we were just trying to poke fun, we weren’t trying to hurt your feelings. Well, at least I wasn’t, I cant speak for Ned and MJ but Im sure they weren’t either.”

“Well it wasn’t funny Peter. I get that you think of me as a baby because I’m scared of everything but I can’t help it. The least you could do is make sure I’m okay.”

“I know, and again I’m really sorry for not doing that. It was stupid of me to make fun of you and I should have just turned on another movie. I hate seeing you hurt and now I can’t even tell you how bad I feel.”

You can tell that he’s being genuine and that he truly feels bad, so you decide to forgive him. He is your best friend after all, he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you. “It’s okay Pete, that you for apologizing.” you smile.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were gonna be mad at me forever.” He rushes towards you and engulfs you in a big hug, nestling his face in your neck. “I swear it won’t happen again.”

You giggle, “Thank you Pete, but can we please go back out there and watch a different movie?”

He looks up at you, his arms still wrapped around your middle, “Oh, yeah sure.” He pulls away from you slowly and you start to turn around towards the door to head back out until his eyes widen. “DONT TURN AROUND!”

You’re taken aback, staring at Peter with furrowed brows. “Huh?”

He looks at you sternly, “Don’t. Turn. Around.”

You sigh, “Peter come on, we just talked about this. I told you not to make fun of me like that anymore. You promised.”

“I’m not joking. Seriously don’t look behind you.”

“Oh my god Peter you’re too much.” You start to turn around to head back out when he grabs your arm harshly, pulling you towards him. Before you know it, his lips are on yours and his arms are back around your waist.

Holy shit. You’re best friend is kissing you. The boy you’ve liked for years is literally kissing you!

Before you get the chance to really kiss him back, he pulls away. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that I just didn’t know how else to make you not turn around so I kissed you and I shouldn’t have done it and now I’ve messed everything up and-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his once again, this time truly getting to kiss him. You wrap you arms around his neck with his still snaked around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer and your lips move in sync, as if they were made for each other. You finally pull away when you run out of breath, your forehead resting against Peter’s.

“Woah.” he whispers.

“Yeah.”

“So I take it that you like me back?” Peter asks.

You giggle, pressing another quick peck on his lips, “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Awesome.” he pauses, looking behind you at the door. “There’s a spider behind you by the way.”

“What?” you freak out, jumping up and forcing Peter to catch you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Peter laughs, “I did! But you insisted that I was just joking. So I had to kiss you instead.”

“Oh. Well, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. I got to kiss you.” Peter smirks causing you to blush. “Can I put you down now so I can take are of this spider?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

He captures the spider and throws it out the window, not wanting to kill it. You both walk back to the living room hand in hand to see a giggling Ned and MJ.

“I was wondering how long that was gonna take for you to finally get together.” MJ smirks.

You blush, “How did you-”

“We heard everything, including you screaming about the spider.” Ned laughs.

“Shut up!” you giggle.

“Whatever, just please don’t be making out in our fort while Ned and I are trying to sleep. At least get a room.”

You and Peter blush, but MJ and Ned usher you over into the fort. Peter sits down and you snuggle in his lap, his arms wrapped around you to keep you warm. Much to your chagrin, MJ turns It back on, but Peter’s warmth lulls you to sleep quickly and you miss the majority of the movie, sleeping comfortably in his arms.

#anon #request #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker blurb #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #soph writes #soph's blurbs

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ptergwen · 3 years

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the best gifts are unexpected

w/c: 1.6k

summary: you sort of end up with two secret santa’s this year

a/n: this is another random idea i had that i actually really love? plus it’s a christmas one and christmas is this week which is insane wow :/ happy reading y’all

━━━ ☆彡*. ｡

“ok, who wants to go first?” betty asks the group and shakes her present around.

everyone agreed to do secret santa at your mini christmas party. it was ned’s idea, which is why you’re all in a circle on his living room carpet with mystery boxes in front of you. you picked names out of a beanie mj was wearing so it would be fair. all you know is that you’re peter’s secret santa. the rest surprisingly stayed secret.

it’s a surprise because some people in the group are terrible at keeping things to themselves.

flash holds his gift bag up in the air before anyone else can answer. “me!” he quickly pulls the wrapped box out and starts ripping the paper off. betty watches on with a proud smile. she tries to cover her mouth, but you already saw. that crosses one pairing off the list. flash gasps when he sees what it is.

she got him a spider-man pop figure. it’s one of his newest suits, too. peter will definitely be blushing if you look over at him right now.

“this is so sick! he’s gonna go under my pillow.” flash grins and taps the clear spot that shows him. “why, so you can say you slept with spider-man?” mj snorts at her own joke. she’s next to you, so you elbow her side. she winces and shoots you a glare. peter smiles to himself.

“no, so he can keep me safe at night,” flash says a little too seriously. the circle goes quiet for long enough to be awkward. he puts the box behind him with an eye roll. “whatever. who had me?” betty raises her hand, beaming at her success. flash nods. “nice. thanks.” “you’re very welcome,” she says in a sing song voice.

you can feel someone’s eyes on you. you turn your head, and it happens to be peter’s. he shifts his attention back to ned the second you make eye contact. that’s odd. then again, peter is always odd.

next is ned since you’re going in order. he’s excited to open up the cardboard box until he realizes there’s nothing in it. his face scrunches in confusion. he ends up picks something up and squinting at it.

“it’s a... piece of paper?” he eyes everyone suspiciously. “turn it over, buddy,” mj says under her breath. ned hears her and does. grinning, he holds the paper to his heart. “no way! this is, like, all i ever need!” “what is it?” you furrow your eyebrows with a small smile.

“a subscription to disney plus!” you direct your smile to mj. you’re impressed. she shrugs and pulls a knee up to her chest. “dude, they have so much star wars stuff on there,” peter chimes in. ned gives his best friend a knowing look. “can you sleep over?” “nerds,” mj mumbles to you. “let them have their moment,” you defend.

betty goes after ned. she’s probably the happiest of all of you to open her gift. she texted everyone her wishlist at least three times, so it has to be something good. based on the way she squeals, it is. it’s this new eyeshadow palette from sephora she’s been wanting.

“oh my god, shut up! i love it!” she carefully puts it down and bounces up on her knees. “whoever got me this, i have to give you a hug.” peter is the one who opens up his arms. she scoots over to him on her knees, practically tackling him. he chuckles and hugs her back. “thank you so much, peter!” “of course.”

you try to laugh along with everyone else, but something stops you. it’s a green monster, and not the grinch. you’re jealous. mj just has to pick up on it. she pats your back, a smirk pulling at her lips. “relax, mrs. parker. it’s nothing.” scowling, you scoot away from her. “don’t call me that.”

“your turn, y/n,” betty chirps, sitting back down next to you. you unenthusiastically sit your heavy present in your lap. everyone watches you slowly peel the wrapping paper off, mj fake yawning. “take your time,” flash comments. “guys, come on,” peter says for you.

you perk up when your gift is finally open. you’d always thought it would be cool to have a record player. no one ever got you one before because you “didn’t need it.” apparently, the music sounds the same as it would in your earbuds. you can actually find out if that’s true now.

plus, you have something else to do during break. lots of record shopping.

“wait, seriously?” you pout at the group and set the record player down in front of you. “i’ve wanted one of these for so long. thank you.” “i got you.” ned smiles and reaches over betty to give you a fist bump. mj goes next.

she gets a book that goes inside the criminal mind from flash. he says his search history probably got him on a few watchlists.

peter is last to open his present from you. you’ve been anxious for him to open it since you added it to your cart. anxious in a good way because you’re positive he’ll like it. he’ll hopefully like you also.

he already knows you’re his secret santa since the rest of the group went. mj scoots back so you can see him while he opens it. you catch a wink from her. peter grins at the bow you put on it and sticks it on his shirt for now. you watch his whole face light up as he finishes unwrapping it.

he’s kind of amazing at photography. he takes it as an elective and practices whenever he has time. you’ve even done little photoshoots on his phone for fun. midtown lets him use a camera with pretty good quality and all the important functions. but, peter’s style is more vintage.

that’s why you got him a polaroid camera. some film for it, too.

“woah, y/n.” peter looks from the box to you. “this is so awesome. it’s a lot cooler than anything i have,” he breathes out a laugh, licking his lips. “i think it’s... my favorite present.” “ever?” you laugh. “ever,” he confirms, reaching for your hand. your heart is thumping in your ears. he squeezes your hand in his. it earns an “aw” from ned and betty in unison.

“thank you isn’t even enough. you have no idea,” peter says for only you to hear. you squeeze his hand back with a small smile. “yes it is. take some good pictures for me.” “i will,” he agrees after a few seconds. something is on his mind. mj moves up again before you can ask what it is, which also makes you drop his hand.

“dessert time,” she announces and rubs her hands together. she’s oblivious to the look of disappointment on your face. flash points at her. “someone get those sugar cookies.” “i’ll go,” ned volunteers, about to stand. peter shoots up from his spot instead. “no, i can do it. you pick a movie to watch later.”

he nudges your shoulder. “y/n, could you help me?” ned makes a face at him. “you know, we need plates and everything,” peter quickly covers up. it’s a good enough explanation for him to focus on logging into disney plus. you take the hint and get to your feet. “yeah, let’s go.”

you follow peter into the kitchen, everyone else giving ned movie suggestions. peter checks behind him to make sure no one is looking. he relaxes after that and leans back against the counter. you stand next to him, closer than usual. he’s not mad about that.

“i feel like we’ve barely talked all night,” peter murmurs and stares down at his feet. you press your lips together. “that’s cuz we haven’t.” “let’s fix that.” he taps your foot with his playfully, getting a laugh out of you. “hey.” “hi,” you say back. “thanks again for the camera. i can’t wait to set it up.” the smile is clear in his voice.

“i’m really happy you like it. i thought you would,” you admit, leaning into him slightly. he welcomes it. “i, uh, actually got a little something for you,” he starts and reaches behind him. your heart is beating out of control again. so is his, but you don’t know that. “aw, peter. you did?”

“it’s... it’s kinda stupid. i’m not sure you even want it-“ “i’ll take anything if it’s from you,” you cut off the rambling he’s about to do. he nods and pulls whatever it is out of his pocket. it goes from behind his back to over your heads. you look up and see mistletoe.

peter moves so he’s in front of you. his face is only inches from yours now, your eyes landing on his lips. he takes the same hand he was holding earlier, lacing your fingers together. “can i kiss you?” he checks, his voice soft. you wind an arm around his neck. “please.”

he presses his lips to yours so lightly, your eyes fluttering shut. it’s so sweet and so long overdue. you tug him closer so the kiss deepens. leaning his head forward, he drops the mistletoe and wraps his other arm around your waist. you’re back against the counter with him hovering over you.

your lips move easily against each other’s like it’s natural for you.

“peter and y/n, what’s taking so-“ mj turns her head and sees you two kissing. “oh, okay!” she cheers, betty glancing curiously. “get it, y/n!” ned and flash join in next. they all holler at you while you kiss. it becomes too funny, and you have to pull away so you can both laugh.

giggling, you bring one of your hands down to the bow peter left on his shirt. you pull on it. “i think you’re my favorite present.” “ever?” he repeats what you said earlier and nudges your nose. his lips brush yours in the process. “ever.”

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #peter parker fic

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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5+1 - [Part 2]

5 times Iida was tickled and the one he wasn’t

[PART ONE]

Kanene’s note: What a helloooo! I am baack! Gosh, look at me! Having a posting schedule! Who would say, huh? xDD Well, I hope you like this >u<

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Iida with Ler!Aizawa and Nemuri sprinkling some tease here and there. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.500 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Look at the window and find something that is worth smiling for. Don’t forget to drink water, sleep and eat! <33

[~*~]

“Iida Tenya.”

“Ooooh noo,” Nemuri added from the spot on the floor where she sat, pampering and spoiling Shouta’s cats with plenty of snacks, a sharp grin gleaming at the boy who came running from the kitchen and now looked from a side to another with a panicked expression on his face, fast to move his arms in an ‘abort mission’ sign to the woman. “Looks like someone is in trouble! ~”

“Nemuri-san, please I ask for you to control your voice!!” Tenya whispered in a volume that most people would categorize as a shout, especially with Shouta’s hero trained hearing. Nemuri, though, just expanded her wicked grin as the nine old boy didn’t realize the dark figure arriving right behind him. “He can’t know I am here!”

“Aw, my dear,” she pouted in fake empathy at Iida’s inevitable fate, scratching Pudding under her chin, her loud motor like purring echoing in the silence. “But Shouta already knows.” Iida stilled as a statue when a shadow loomed over him, starting to turn around, slowly. “He always knows.”

“Gotcha.”

His quirk activated a second before Aizawa erased it with his own, making the blue haired one stumble on his own legs, almost falling on the ground if it wasn’t for the arms that grabbed him in a firm hug, fingers worming their way to his armpits, prodding and digging on the awfully ticklish flesh there.

“What,” Shouta started, with a tune that tipped on bored, his plain face contrasting to the smaller’s puffed cheeks as he wiggled and shook with the contained giggles. “Did I say about my orange flavored jelly packs, huh?”

“Aww, is the itsy bitsy Tenya ticklish? Can’t he take all the tickly-tickly-tickly tickles his favorite grumpy uncle gives to him? Huh? Aww, my poor ticklish boy.” Nemuri teased, ignoring the glare her friend sent on her direction in favor to stare at Tenya, who went redder at her words, a couple of squeaky snorts escaping from his lips.

“I will remind you what I said about eating my jellies without permission: don’t. Never. Do not look. Do not touch and especially, do not even think about eating it.” Aizawa highlighted the last phrase by blowing a raspberry right behind Iida’s neck, leading the boy to squeal, uncontrolled laughter following it almost immediately. The taller man did his best to keep a serious face, principally as the arms of his ‘victim’ rocked up and down, from the left to the right and in random patterns without even being able to get themselves enough control to attempt to stop him. “And you did, so now you will face the consequences. It’s only logical.”

“A-Aizahahazawa-san I, I cahahahAAH!” Shout cut the other’s protest by throwing him in the air, resting his hands on his sides when he caught him again, slightly clawing his stomach with his fingers, fishing uncontrollable, bubbly giggles from him. “Please, please! I can-'' Snort. “I can ehehexplain!” Yelp. Half words, Half pleas. Giggles. Giggles. Giggles. “I hahahave the right, Aizawa-sahahahan!”

Shouta contented himself in making the younger squirm – left, right, left, left, right and repeat – from a side to another by tapping his fingers on his sides repeatedly, sometimes giving a quick scratch only to gain another yelp, pretending to think about the proposal for a little less than a minute.

“No.” He decided, spidering his fingers merciless on the death spot. Iida threw his head back, crackles flying from him in a waterfall of shrieks and squeaks.

“Come one, Shou! Let the boy speak! As much I love this lovely, absolutely adorable laughter that makes you want to tickle and tickle him forever and ever, and aww, wouldn’t you love it, my dear? To get all the tiggles-tickles you could ever want for all eternity?” Iida kicked and shook his head in protest, more pleas falling from him, face and neck in flames. “I think he has the right to defend himself.”

“Which side are you?”

“No side deserves my awesome presence.” Aizawa rolled his eyes. “What is the matter, Shou? Afraid that you will lose in a logical battle with baby Tenya?”

“Ihihihi am NOT ahahaha baby!!” Iida protested through his hysterical laughter, nothing giving him more strength than correct factually incorrect statements. “I ahahahaham a very hehehealthy chihihihih- – No! Not there! – chihihihild! Mom said so!”

Nemuri hid her snickers behind her hands, receiving a very unamused yowl from Pudding, the cat demanding her to come back to her ear scritches immediately. The woman resumed to her wishes.

Shouta recognized a bait when he heard one, but watching the way tears started to appear in the corner of the younger’s eyes, he decided to bite it.

He adjusted him so the boy would be resting on his hips, his hand resting calmly on his ribs, a much less ticklish spot.

“You have fifty seconds.”

“WHAT!” Iida stared at him in disbelief, turning to look at Kayama in the search of reinforcements, and being gifted with nothing more than a joyful shrug, his brother’s best friend being very glad in just watch the chaos unraveling in front of her and, unnoticed by the other two who were caught up on the silliness, the camera carefully hidden behind Pudding’s fluffy form. “That ihihisn’t even a minute! It’s impossiblehe to mahahake a good defehense under this condici- conditionaries… undeheher that pressure!”

“Conditions.” Aizawa offered, “and heroes work under pressure. You want to be one when you grow up, right?”

“Yes!” Iida’s smile got even bigger than it already was, his eyes also becoming even brighter, shining with the determination of his new challenge.

“Good,” the tired adult smirked, starting to count with his fingers as the seconds went by. “Start to talk then.”

Tenya tried to clear his mind, together with keeping his resolve strong enough to not visibly squirm or titter every time Aizawa made any infinitesimal move. He never thought he would really be able to convince his uncle to let him make a true attempt to escape from this, therefore he didn’t possess any good enough reason to explain besides the ‘it was orange flavored and oranges are delicious!’

A sentence pulled him out of the frenzy of thoughts dashing on his brain at full speed. “You have twelve seconds now.”

“WHAT!” Tenya cried, seriously thinking about just pushing Shouta’s arms away and trying to run to the safety of the guest room.

“You seem to have a problem keeping track of the time.” The small kid nodded at his direction and Aizawa almost felt bad by his next move.

Almost.

“Let me help you, then.”

The underground hero poked an index finger on the lowest rib, vibrating on the sensitive spot for a few pieces of second, tearing a sputtering guffaw as Iida realized the true meaning of his words. “One.” He pressed another rib, and another, and another. “Two. Three. Four…”

“Noho! Wait! Wait!!”

“Five… Six. Seven…”

“Oops. It looks like you’re running out of time, sweetheart.” Nemuri added, unhelpfully. “Well, let’s just hope the mean Shouta won’t attack those awfully ticklish knees of yours when the time is over, right?”

“NOHOT MY KNEHES!”

“Good luck. Ten. Eleven. Twel-”

“YOULIED!”

Aizawa stopped.

“What?” He blinked one, two, three times. As if the meaning of the rushed words would become clearer. “No. I hid it and I was very clear in saying you couldn’t touch it. There is no lie here.”

“There is! A lie of omiz-” Iida closed his eyes, concentrating on the word and controlling the few giggles that still slipped from his mouth. He wanted to be a hero and heroes succeed through the pressure! “omission! Which means hiding! You hid the information so you were lying to me, so I… I… I taught you a lesson!”

They stared at each other for what seemed a lifetime.

Aizawa huffed a chuckle, lowering the boy to the ground, trying to not be blinded by the excitement and proudness exhaling from the younger when he realized that he succeeded in “logicing” his way out of the playful “punishment”, beaming on the ball of his feet at both adults.

“Good. In a fight, using your opponents’ words against them can be an important tool. Also, as a physical opening, don’t forget that I was carrying you, which means that if you hit the back of my knees hard enough I would weaken my grip and that would give you the opportunity to run. I would try to not hurt you when I fell, so that is also a weakness you could exploit.” After a thought, he added. “Try to do that the next time Hizashi tickles you.”

“You are a bastard.” Kayama replied, earning an exasperated gasp from Tenya. “Not you, dear. I am talking about Shouta.” That did nothing to alleviate the boy’s rebellion, his lecture of how ‘This isn’t the proper vocabulary of a hero’ was soon interrupted as the apartment door flew open, Ingenium walking through it. He immediately extended his arms, hugging his brother when the aforementioned jumped on him, part of the exhaustion of a day’s work being eased by the younger attics.

“Tensei! Tensei! I already did all my homework and I brushed my teeth and I played with the cats so they would not be sad or bored and I ate all my greenies and also-”

“-ate all my orange jelly packs.” Aizawa completed.

“And Aizawa-san tickled me because of it! Using very villainous techniques even though he is a very good and skilled hero! But then I won! I showed him logic and, and, and then he let me go!”

“Oof, that sounds like a very exciting day!” Tensei ruffled the boy’s hair, fondness dripping in waves from his acts and words. “But you don’t need to worry anymore about Shouta, the Grumpy Tickle Monster because now I am here!” Tensei posed in a poor representation of All Might's usual pose. “Ready to protect you!”

“Oh.” A dangerous tune marked Shouta’s grin and voice, making the blue haired hero to shiver with all the teenagerhood memories that this brought over. “Don’t get over yourself, assuming you’re out of danger, too.”

A wobbly smile took over Tensei's expression as Shouta cracked his knuckles, preparing himself for a chase. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly who told him where I hid my jelly packs.” The older Iida got his younger brother on his arms, flexing his legs, preparing to not give up so easily.

Aizawa decided he was feeling merciful today.

“You have three seconds.” Iida gasped in protest, an argument on the tip of his tongue. “Run.”

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Being Peter Parker’s Little Sister Would Include

Even as a young boy Peter knew to protect you with his life

He hated seeing you upset

So, he always made sure you were happy

Sure, he was the kind of brother that would tease you to no end

But he was also the kind who would hold you when you cried

He’d help you while you studied

Always gave you first pick

And he made sure you’d never feel a lack of love or acceptance

Him along with Uncle Ben and Aunt May made sure your childhood was a happy one

You were lucky enough to be so young that you don’t remember your parents

But you felt guilty for it

That you couldn’t remember the people who gave you life

So, you were always asking to hear stories about them

You and Ben would be curled up on the couch while he told you about your mother and father

You and May would bake and cook and clean together, always trying out new things and forcing the boys to eat it

Even though your life didn’t have such a good start

It was perfect

Until one day

A burglar broke into the house and held you at gun point, telling Ben he’d shoot you if they didn’t show him whatever was in the house

Your uncle Ben tried to reach for you but you heard a shot by your ear

Even though you shut your eyes you still saw the bullet hit Ben and felt his blood on your face and heard his body hit the ground

May and you saying your goodbyes to him, crying on the floor, covered in his blood

When Peter came home you were wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the edge of the ambulance where they were loading Uncle Ben

The next few days passing by in a blur

Crying in Peter’s arms while he tried to stay strong for you

One day after crying your heart out you managed to fall asleep in Peter’s bed

Seeing your face, he just broke down apologizing for doing this

You met Spiderman a few days after the funeral, at Uncle Ben’s grave

“I’m so sorry, if I had stopped the burglar before then this wouldn’t have happened to you. I promise I will find him and make him pay.”

“It was.... horrific. I saw it with my own eyes. That someone wouldn’t need to blink before taking someone’s life. That someone lacked so much humanity that they broke into a home and killed someone’s family. He’s a monster.”

“I’ll make him pay for what he did to your family.”

“If you kill somebody then you’re no better than he was. Don’t blame yourself, Spiderman, Uncle Ben wouldn’t have wanted it. Blame yourself for a very short time, but in turn, remember it forever. Don’t forget about him.”

“I promise.”

Just as Peter was about to leave, you spoke up again

“Uncle Ben always used to say that there wasn’t a point in becoming a new you if you forgot who you were.”

Suddenly Peter felt extremely nervous and sweaty and you turned to him with a small smile

“I’ll get my life together, I have my aunt and my brother, but I won’t forget who I used to be with Uncle Ben. You should do the same.”

He smiled awkwardly under the mask but you obviously didn’t see it before leaving without another word

You watched him shoot a web and swing away, chuckling

“Come back home safe tonight, Peter.”

Things get better after that

The man who killed Uncle Ben was caught and turned over to the police

And you begin to start paying attention to Peter’s alter ego

Being quick to accept his half-baked excuses and even giving better reasons to Aunt May

Sometimes you wonder just how stupid Peter thinks you are though because he expects you to believe these excuses of his

Always coming to the rescue when he forgets to do something because he was so busy

When he left Aunt May and you waiting at a restaurant for him, you conveniently remembered how he had a school project right when you saw Spiderman swing by the window, trying to catch a few criminals

When he forgot to bring Uncle Ben’s cake home, you picked it up saying that you took the reminder off his phone because you were planning to choose the best looking one

When you saw Harry waiting at the library for him, you told him that Peter got sick so he went home early

Keeping the first aid kit always stocked should Peter need anything

Teaching him to sew but telling him it was part of a home ec exercise so he could learn how to stitch up his own suit

Always silently looking after Peter

Whenever the three of you see a news report about him and Aunt May says that he’s awesome

You chuckling and saying

“Behind every amazing man there’s an equally amazing woman.”

Peter totally agreeing and then being nice to the two of you for the rest of the day

Things take a turn however when an Osborn gone crazy trying to get his hands on Peter finally turned his head to see you

And in his twisted goblin brain, he finally gets an idea

Peter’s DNA is too difficult to get his hands on because he has super powers and has been mutated because of the spider bite

But yours?

Blank slate free for him to manipulate

And you couldn’t fight back

It was all too easy to pluck you right out of their hands and bring you to his lair

Peter goes crazy trying to find you

Begging Nick, nearly in tears to help him find you

And Nick is actually kind of worried because he’s never seen Peter this way

Dispatches as many troops as he can afford trying to look for you

And as per Spiderman’s daily routine, he begins blaming himself

If you got hurt because he wasn’t there to protect you again, he’d never forgive himself

When they find you, you’re in a stasis chamber, nearly dead

There were vials of blood all over the place, and you looked severely malnourished

Peter definitely cried when he saw you

The team trying to comfort him, trying to get him to eat something while you’re in the med bay but him not moving

Although one day they notice something weird

Your heart rate suddenly spiked for some reason and you began tensing and struggling in the bed

Peter tried to get you to relax and immediately called a doctor

When they tried injecting you with a tranquilizer however your body was covered with a blue slime before slamming the doctor against the wall

It wasn’t difficult to figure out

You had been infected by a symbiote

It wasn’t long after that you woke up

Peter and Aunt May cried when you opened your eyes

They told you that Spiderman and his team saved you and even though you wanted to meet the team something told you that Peter was reluctant to get back in the suit

So, you continued to pretend you had no idea of his alter ego

Even though regular coma patients have to go through physiotherapy to get back their physical strength

You never had to do anything of the sort

They S.H.I.E.LD. doctors assume it’s because of the symbiote

You noticed how closed off Peter became and one day sat him down

“What’s going on with you?”

“I don’t deserve to be in this family.”

“What?! How can you say that?!”

“All I do is bring bad luck and people end up getting hurt because of me!”

“It wasn’t your fault Peter. How could you have known that the Goblin would have taken me.”

“It is my fault. Because of me, Uncle Ben was killed and because of me, you could have been too. I bring misfortune to everyone I ever loved.”

You see the way his face falls and your heart breaks

To see him blame himself this way and hate himself

To see him questioning his identity

The reason he became Spiderman was to make sure no innocent ever got hurt but because he was Spiderman his baby sister nearly died

So, you gently took his hand in yours

“I already told you, didn’t I? Blame yourself for a short time. But remember it forever.”

His eyes widened, remembering what you told Spiderman nearly a year ago

“You knew?”

“I’ve always known. I can’t tell you how proud I am of you, Peter. You risk yourself every day to protect other people.”

“And I couldn’t even protect you.”

“I’m okay now. I know how you must feel but I hate seeing you like this. Uncle Ben would’ve hated it too. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m responsible for keeping my family safe.”

You didn’t know how to help him

You knew he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders and that it was difficult to live a life like this

‘With great power comes great responsibility’

But sometimes things are out of your control

So, you don’t say anything else and just pull him into your arms

The way he did when Uncle Ben had passed

And gently rubbed his back

“I love you, bro.”

And he just breaks down in your arms, apologizing for everything and you just held him tight and trying to calm him down

And in the middle of his crying he managed to stutter out an ‘I love you too.’

And then the two of you become the Spider Siblings

Dance Parties on the ceiling and swinging around town in the morning because you both slept in and now you’re late

Swining races that he claims to let you win

Talking about life while hanging from the side of a building

Going to Uncle Ben’s grave to keep him updated and tell him not to worry because now there are 2 superheroes there to protect Aunt May

Him training you and being extra hard on you during training because he wants you to be better than him

But also becoming sugary sweet after training and offering to piggyback you home because you’re so tired

Will let you take naps in the corner of the training room while he trains

Hates it when you get along with Sam

Also gets super stressed out when you’re on the field and tries to double the amount of people he fights so you don’t have to

But he knows you can hold your own

And gets really proud when you do but won’t tell you

Always makes sure you’re eating well and sleeping well

Now if you ever brought a boy home you never know what to expect

Sometimes he just teases you to no end

Or he completely freaks out and goes totally papa bear over you

In conclusion

Peter Parker as a big brother isn’t the type to be completely like a guardian

He has a lot of things going on in his life so he ends up relying on you a lot

But you wouldn’t trade him for the world

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Hey! If your still taking prompts I would love one where the season 1 crew finds out about Mr. Spider. Any scenario is awesome, but if you need ideas- Jon having a panic attack over a spider, or maybe one of the others losing it on Jon over his skepticism and Jon just breaks down, maybe he snaps at Martin particularly hard for a lecture on spiders when it’s a Bad Day. Anyway, thanks, and no pressure! Writing is hardTM

Hi there! I actually tried to incorporate as many of the bits from your prompt as I could- you’ll have to tell me if I succeeded. Hope you like! :)

Jon’s never had his own office before. Just a desk or a cubicle, a study carrel where he could bury his head in a book and avoid prying eyes. But now he has an office- surprisingly spacious, cluttered as it is. It’s nice for privacy. But it has its drawbacks- specifically, a very mundane one.

People knock.

It’s common courtesy, of course. It is polite to knock. Martin’s is tentative, three soft raps against the door. Tim’s is a booming ‘Shave and a Haircut,’ irritating and playful.

Sasha’s is a brisk knock knock. No time or gesture wasted. Just knock knock. Simple, unassuming. It shouldn’t bother anyone.

After one week, Jon starts leaving his door open. It’s easier.

Today Martin peers around the doorway, a brief nod in Jon’s direction as he lifts his head from the statement on his desk. No smile, no question of how he’s doing. I deserve that, Jon supposes. Yesterday, he’d caught the tail end of Martin’s mumbling about his ‘ridiculous skepticism’ to Tim and promptly blew up, spitting insults over his research methods and incompetence. It was not his finest hour. By the end of it, Martin looked rightfully hurt and upset, and Tim just shook his head in disappointment as Jon barricaded himself in his office, this time closing the door.

Still, Martin brings him tea. Jon doesn’t know what to do with the feeling that stirs in him.

He moves softly, trying to make as little noise as possible as he sets the steaming mug down on the corner of his desk. Jon turns to him, ready to at least provide a thank you and a half-hearted apology when he sees it out of the corner of his eye.

A spider.

Just sitting there, staring at him from its perch inches away from the mug. The basement’s littered with them, unsurprisingly. Still, he can’t stifle the yelp of fear and disgust that tears its way out of his throat. His hands automatically grab at the nearest weapon - a particularly heavy tome- and his arms rear back, ready to strike. He isn’t expecting a strong hand to wrap around his forearm, stopping him in place.

It’s Martin’s hand. He knows it’s Martin’s hand. But that desperate, childish part of his mind that he tries to keep locked away is screaming black-spindly-leg- spider, it’s a spider, it’s a spider-

“Don’t touch me!” It’s a screech, louder than he meant it to be as he wrenches his arm out of the grip, chair hitting the wall with the force of the motion. Martin’s talking and Jon can barely hear because the spider is there, just sitting and staring and watching-

“I’m sorry! You shouldn’t kill it, though. I’ll bring it outside. C’mere.” Martin’s coaxing the thing into his hand, like it’s not monstrous, like it’s fine. “See? Nothing to worry about!”

Nothing to worry about, Martin says. It’s hard to reconcile that with the tightness in his chest, the quickening breaths that don’t seem to get him much air at all. Martin’s giving him a concerned look, edging closer as if to comfort him but that thing’s still in his hand, why is it still in his hand? He flinches, barely aware of the litany he’s muttering under his breath- please please don’t touch me.

There’s more people in the room, now. When did Sasha and Tim arrive? Why are they looking at him? Martin’s mouth moves but Jon hears nothing, just watches with wild eyes as Sasha ushers him out of the room as soon as she sees the spider. But he can still feel it’s crawling legs all over- light now, not strong. Just a teasing torment. He itches at his skin, fingernails digging into the worn sweater as if trying to reach bone. Tim’s moving forward, hands out as if he means to touch- can’t he hear what Jon’s saying? Why won’t they listen?

“...not going to touch you, I promise. But you have to breathe slower...going to pass out.”

He tries to focus on Tim’s breathing, the exaggerated rise and fall of his chest barely visible through his blackening vision. Tim nods encouragingly and Jon’s heartbeat lowers incrementally as he’s finally able to get a few deep breaths in, labored as they are. He doesn’t know how long they sit there for.

“Good job, boss.” Tim’s smiling but really, there’s nothing to smile about. All Jon feels now is a bone-deep exhaustion; he doesn’t even have the energy to summon embarrassment. He nods at Tim’s hands when they finally approach, letting himself be pulled to his feet though Tim takes most of his weight.

“There’s a cot in the back of document storage,” Martin’s back, worry clear in his voice. The spider’s gone. Maybe Sasha killed it after Martin let it go. She didn’t like them much either. “Might be more comfortable back there.”

“He’s got a cot here, really?” Tim’s voice isn’t directed at him. “We’re going to have a talk about that.” It’s like he’s not in the room. It’s nice, in a detached sort of way. Jon’s not one for talking right now.

“I’m sorry,” Martin’s apologizing to him, or maybe around him. He doesn’t like causing scenes, Jon thinks. “I didn’t realize it was that bad, or I wouldn’t have-”

“It’s fine,” Sasha’s saying from behind him. “It’s not like Jon comes with a user manual. We learned that the hard way.”

“Just maybe let him kill the spiders from now on,” Tim says as he deposits Jon on the cot, frowning at his refusal to lie down. He doesn’t need a nap, just a short rest. He might close his eyes. He hasn’t decided yet.

Martin’s still talking. “...And that fight, yesterday. I shouldn’t have said those things, set him off-”

“They were true, and Jon was being awful to you. You know his moods-”

Jon wants to interrupt. Wants to tell Martin he’s sorry, that he shouldn’t have yelled. That he didn’t mean (most of) those things he said, that being called out on his dismissals makes him feel even smaller. That's how he copes, by lashing out and sniping. What comes out instead is slurred, and altogether more revealing than he would have liked.

“I read a book, once.”

Tim pauses on his way out the door, presumably to get Jon water or a granola bar or something else he didn’t need. “What was that, boss?”

“A book.” His voice gets louder, and Martin and Sasha go silent. It’s nice when they listen. Jon goes on. “I was eight or so, I don’t know. It was a stupid, childish thing, but it was horrible. A-” he stops here, pauses to take another shaky breath “-A Guest for Mr. Spider. From the library of-”

“Jurgen Leitner.” Sasha finishes, staring at him with unblinking, curious eyes. She loves a good story, nosy thing she is. Jon likes that about her when it comes to research, and not other things. He nods.

“It felt wrong. Violent. I hated it. You would’ve too, if you saw it.” If Martin read it, Jon wonders, briefly, maybe he would hate them too. “And it wasn’t just a book. It should have been- should have been just a stupid, scary little story about a spider and a fly. But it wasn’t.” He doesn’t want to say the specific words. Doesn’t want to speak the book back into existence, as if the very mention would make it manifest. “He was real, in the end. Mr. Spider. He was real, but he didn’t get me. He got- he got someone else.”

Jon doesn’t cry. He thinks he should, but he doesn’t. “I’ve forgotten his name, you know? The one he took. I don’t think I could place him in a crowd, not even if I tried. Not that I could. He’s dead, has to be. He wasn’t a nice person- a bully, really. But he was just a kid. A kid who had the unfortunate luck to have met me.”

He feels oddly calm, even as his three assistants stare on in horror (and fascination, in Sasha’s case. There’s a strange tightness in Tim’s face that Jon can’t quite figure out). He turns his gaze to Martin, because he’s not done yet. He needs him to know why. “The statements, the tapes- I-I don’t know where to begin. It’s like I’m not even talking. It’s like living it. And I can’t do anything about it.” Martin’s face softens to something like sympathy, but he still doesn’t understand. “The follow-up- those are my words. They’re the only words I have control over.” Words have meaning. Words have power. Jon read a monster into existence and it devoured someone whole. What else will he do, given the chance? Given the right words? “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled.”

Martin doesn’t say anything. Jon doesn’t blame him- whatever he was expecting, it certainly wasn’t Jon’s childhood trauma. He’s probably revealed too much.

“That’s…” It’s Tim who’s speaking, his tone unreadable as he draws a hand across his face in sudden exhaustion. “Okay. Take a break, boss. A nap or something. You look like you’re going to collapse.” Jon feels it. “We can talk later. About... all of this. It’s uh, good to know, though. Thanks- thanks for telling us.” The words seem genuine, although his face is oddly hard and serious. Jon nods, finally allowing his eyes to close as he leans into the lumpy, uncomfortable mattress. Someone draws a blanket over him, but he doesn’t know who.

“Sorry. I’ll, ah, kill the spiders from now on. Just in case they’re the bad ones, yeah?”

Martin, then.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27700379

#prompts #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #tim stoker #martin blackwood #sasha james #good ol' mr. spider #cw panic attacks #back on my 'what if they all talked' train #Anonymous

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