#i once started crying trying to get rid of a spider

[jasminebythebay]

guys who grew up in the most sterile environment in the galaxy and guy who didn't

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 4 part 2

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

THE LITTLE FLOWER POPPIN. THE M'LADY

seems like agatha is having An Emotion

but look! look! rio is once again being super special extra on purpose!! because if she just strolled in agatha would be overwhelmed and run away again. so what does rio do??? she corners her with a grand zombie entrance!!! the more over the top she acts, the more agatha is in her element and comfortable interacting. and in this case, angry is a better start than sad. all part of rio's Brilliant 66-Steps-Plan To Win Her Wife Back™ (or was it 666?)

her face omg

oooh are you mad??? are you big mad at little ol' me???????

agatha is like nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope

imagine being aubrey plaza and being born so effortlessly cool. she's cool even when she's awkward dear lord

jen and alice: kinda stunned by both her hotness and her weirdness

lilia: VADE RETRO SATAN (lilia's spider senses are already tingling)

will I ever be over the fact that Death is just one particularly powerful green witch?? that she's a gentle if odd girl who grows plants and flowers and mushrooms and is called the River of Life??? that she is the embodiment of life in all her forms? that decay and regrowth are all part of the same natural cycle? that the hardest and most inexplicable thing a living being can go through is also the most reassuringly organic and normal???

have I already said "i love you patti lupone" today?

we're off to see the wizarrrrd. her cute peter pan outfit!

what do we think, billy? does she want to talk about it, or does she have the emotional maturity of a baby ostrich?

same girls, same

whoa there ladies, calm down. I'm already taken

lilia is also having an Emotion. it must be pretty weird to realize that your mortal foe is this hot

alice going NOPE when she sees her mom's house. the leaves are red alice, honey. it's your turn.

(does the back of rio's jacket look like a ribcage?)

it's going to be fine baby. your friends are all here. you can do this. deep breaths.

fire moon! fire moon! fire moon! oh this is my favorite trial

*grabs the mike* WOULD

from right to left: would, would, would, would, would, oh hi joe

rio: BITCH I AM?!?!?!?!?!?!? (everyone say thank you costume department)

the Road isn't subtle, BILLY.

sure, there wasn't enough sexual tension already, let's add side boobs, shall we? and rio being like hey agatha, hey agatha, hey. guess what. I'm here again agatha. you're not gonna get rid of me this time agatha.

I keep thinking that every reflection agatha comes across is a "te veo". and even when rio isn't there she is watching from mirrors and from puddles.

OH MY GAWD AGATHA how can you expect me to cope when you look around to make sure nobody is watching and then you lean in so so so sclose and then you say no with such a deep soulful voice and so much intimacy and such quiet anger and not one lil hint of clownery. I AM ABOUT TO GO FERAL

agatha around rio is like, mind screaming in anguish and body screaming in horny. lethal combination

lilia who's been trying and failing for centuries and centuries to come to terms with the violence human beings inflict on whoever is different

if there is one thing a broadway pro is trained to do is making people cry while wearing increasingly stupid wigs

JEN SEEING MASKS BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHO HIDES BEHIND THE MONSTER THAT BOUND HER

fletwood mac?!?!!?!?!?!?!? in this economy?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I cannot handle much more of this, my emotions are raw and fragile and tender as it is already!!!!!!!!

oh, alice.

well this episode is making me feel like agatha: sad and horny. weird vibe but okay.

go to episode 4 part 3

[luv-mani3]

Warnings: •none to be concerned about •fluff •also angst (it’s literally a small but promise😋)

Summary; Miguel Ohara thinks he might be in love

Miguel Ohara hasn’t felt anything in a long while.

Not since the death of his beloved daughter, not since the downfall of the one universe he could be happy in.

His heart was empty, going along with the motions of life. Being responsible for an entire multiverse and spider society was exhausting, but at least it was a small distraction.

He’d overwork himself to the bone, just to get rid of that horrible achy feeling in his chest. Still it was never enough. His mind couldn’t help but draw him back to that awful memory.

And the memories before it. Of his precious daughters laugh, her bright smile as he carried her on his shoulders.

Those little moments, where they would get ice cream or play at the park.

He’d cry himself to sleep those first few nights. The pain of her loss hurt him, and her memory made it even worse. Eventually he stopped feeling anything, only cringing slightly when he saw even a glimpse of his past. Yea, it hurt, but life goes on, right?

He had a whole operation to run, people to take care of and save. He’s never make that same mistake again.

He’d never let anyone get to close.

Until you.

You with your bright smiles and far to overjoyed personality.

With your chipper good mornings and your even more obnoxious goodbyes. He couldn’t get you out of his head.

You’d smile at him anytime he was near, and he couldn’t understand why. He made no move to acknowledge you, not even an attempt to get to know you.

And yet he knew everything.

He knew you preferred tea over coffee.

He knew you hated working on an empty stomach.

And he knew you just loved to talk. He swears his ear would have fallen off, your constant and endless rambling about literally nothing and everything all at once.

You’d skip into his office unannounced, and just start yapping.

At first he hated it.

Why would you bother him, of all people?? Did you not know he was the fearless leader of the spider society??? Protecter of the arachno humanoid poly multiverse????!!!!

But then he got used to it. Enjoyed it over time actually. (He would never admit that).

He’d come to look forward to your little “discussions”. Random topics anywhere between how many more spider people were really out there to why his face was on the burger in the cafeteria.

These moments, they reminded him of a happier time.

He chased that feeling, and he chased you, figuratively, until he realized; holy shot I have a crush!

Well, Peter not so discreetly pointed it out.

And Miguel couldn’t get the stupid idea out his head. He started noticing the small things he did for you, the special treatment he gave you and only you.

He tried to limit his contact with you, until you came to him puppy eyed and sad, asking what you did wrong.

Hw tried putting himself on more missions, but that just drew you closer, fusing at him about being careful and not putting to much pressure on him.

After another short while he realized he was falling in love. (This one he figured out all by himself aren’t you proud🥹?) and he hates but likes it all at the same time?? You were good for him, he knew. But he refused to. Refused to get near you only for you to be taken away from him.

He knew you were stubborn. Knew you’d try to help him, get him to break down bak walls

Eventually he did, little by little. And fuck himself if he didn’t love it.

*I know I know😞 preg reader x Miguel is coming, I just had to write this down before I forgot. You’ll get your smut and fluff loves don’t worry🫶🏽🎀

[lovelovestolove]

This is too cute. I can't wait to tell you about it. I was just wiping the floor with some tissue paper, when all of a sudden there was a small, hair-thin-long-legged little spider, running limping or waddling towards the corner with that waddling move that this type of hair-thin long legged spiders would have, literally running just like a little jumping kid. It was so cute and adorable, although I knew it was scared. I could almost imagine what sounds it would make, had it worn little shoes, or been able to speak.

In fact, there was another time a few months ago, when I was packing, and there was this same type of hair-thin long legged spider, only that time it was pure white. I was kind of afraid of bugs, so my first reaction was to try to hurry up and get rid of it, but it started to run as fast as it could (although still slow from my view) and also so due its long legs, it was waddling. It ran to the suitcase handle groove (which was like a small cave to it), and the it hid there. I could feel it as if it was shaking. Immediately I wanted to burst out crying. How could I ever possibly want to kill such a little fella, a little thing, who then suddenly felt no different from me, my kind: a little child ran hiding there and shaking because it was scared.

Now when I see a long legged spider, I just let it be. They weave thin little webs to catch small flying bugs. I wonder what they feel all day as they sit still on their webs all the time every day, not moving a muscle. What is it like to be such a little spider? They surrender their existence, their life, entirely to the universe - all they can do is weave such a little web, and let the universe decide all the rest, deciding when a little bug will fly into their web, and when their web will be broken by an incident. All they can do is sit in the middle of their web and wait, wait for the unfolding, wait for grace, wait for guidance. Their days are spent in this completely still meditative waiting of utmost patience. So what exactly must it be like being such a little spider?

When I take a walk outside, I sometimes would see a flying bug, such as a butterfly, land somewhere in front of me, and it lingers long enough for sometime, and then after a while, at one point, it flutters its wings anew and flies away. Suddenly once I got deeply involved in this question that had never come to me before: "What" is it exactly that makes it decide, to stop resting at that specific point in its rest, and get up to leave?

I enhaled this question deep in like taking in a deep breathe, my lungs and capillaries processed it, but I couldn't let out an equal answer.

"What exactly is it, that made the little insect decide, at that specific point during its rest, that it should take off and fly away?"

The last little spider I saw at one corner of the living room just a couple of days ago, has left there, and its little web is also no where to be seen. I can almost picture this cute little scene in my mind, where this little spider decides, after a few days of staying, that it's too close to its neighbor and so isn't a good enough spot, so it takes out a suitcase and packs its stuff and web and carries it and roams on around the apartment to find a new place to sit. Although it shouldn't be for me to worry, but I genuinely insist that the universe make sure that little fella gets fed, and let it have a wonderful spider monk life. I look forward to seeing it somewhere else in here soon.

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[raileurta]

Miguel was reading over a report from a Spiderman variant when the doors to his room opened. Unsurprisingly Miles Morales walked through holding one of the empanadas from the cafeteria. He and Miles have steadily been creating a positive relationship ever since the train incident, it has been slow, hard work. Miguel can't say that it hasn't had good results. He dare say that they may even have a filiation type relationship. Miles quickly swung up to his platform and began chatting about nonsensical things. Miguel said a quick hi to the young spiderling and then went back to his reports. Eating the empanada miguel thinks to himself that he probably appreciates Miles' company.

Miguel casts a quick glance at the little spider, he takes in the way Miles is presenting himself. Something seemed off with Miles. His posture, his smile, the way he talked, it had an undertone of...... nervousness? Miguel didn't know how to broach the topic of Miles' behavior; feelings were far from his forte. After 10 minutes has passed Miles has yet to state what is on his mind. Logically Miguel should ask Miles what is going on but Peter always says to let people tell you when they want to tell you. Another 15 minutes pass of Miles talking but not telling Miguel anything. Every so often Miles looks like he wants to say something important but chickens out at the last second before telling him.

It is.... inconvenient for Miguel.

Miguel decides enough is enough and asks Miles "What is wrong Morales? You look like you need to tell me something."

Something flickers past Miles' face before he tries to school it in too a grin. (It's disgust his brain says)

"I don't know what you're talking about tío. I am a oh k."

Miguel notes to himself to sign up Miles for the Spider HC's lying classes, the boy is a terrible liar.

"Morales don't lie to me, I can practically smell the nervousness coming off of you."

Miles blinks at him, before his face falls down into that of a nervous grin.

"Eh haha, can't lie to you can I Miguel?"

"You're just an awful liar Morales."

"Hurtful bro."

The room descends to silence. Miguel looks at Miles expecting an answer out of him. He just jubs the back of his head before saying

"peterkindaaccidentlytoldmeyouresortofasociopst-"

Miguel placed a soft but firm hand on Miles' shoulder;

"Miles, aranitá breathe. Now calmly and slowly tell me what you said."

Miles gives him a look before taking a few breaths of air and trying to speak again.

"I- um Peter told me that you can't really feel stuff well. Before you get (mad?) (irritated?) at him he didn't mean to spill your secret. We were at my house hanging and I was talking about how you are a bit of an asshole, which is rude now I know what I know but Peter made an off-handed comment about that he can't get rid of it. I didn't get what he meant so I asked him about it. He said because of your disorder and stuff. I told him 'what disorder?' Peter then started freaking out because he thought you told me about it. Once he calmed down he simply just told me that 'Boss can't feel emotions that much because of a disorder he has. Ask Miguel about it while I go cry.' Now here we are"

Miles did some finger guns at him looking like he wanted to throw up. Miguel had listened intensely throughout Miles' story and Miguel can easily say he understands why Peter thought that; he was still angry at him but he understood his logic. Miguel has essentially acting like Miles' second dad and Peter most likely thought that Miguel explained it.

"I will deal with Peter later but since you are here Morales I assume you've got questions for me?"

"Yeah if you don't really mind?"

"I do not mind Morales, that's why we're talking anyways right?." Miguel raised a single eyebrow at Miles.

"Oh yeah good point hahaha."

"Sooo how emotionless are we talking? Are you a sociopath? What emotions do you feel the strongest? Can you tell what someone is feeling?"

Despite Miles' earlier hesitation he seemed to be much more upbeat now. There's a child like curiosity written all over his face.

"Based on me and Lyla's estimate around 70-85%. I'm not. That is a very outdated term. Anger, and sexual desire. Most of the time yes. I have memorized the facial expressions for each major emotions. I just can't tell with more nucained and mixed expressions."

"Huh."

Miles began pounding what else to ask when he began to think back. Until he thought of it, a question that he has been thinking on and off for awhile now. Taking a breath Miles steeled himself for the answer and with some fear trickling in he asked:

"Miguel, do you..... hate me? I mean like do you resent me for taking the place of my original spider and the collider stuff?"

Miles faced his head down and rubbed at his arm anxiously. Miguel could feel what little of heart he had shatter at what Miles said.

"Awh no my sunflower I don't hate you."

Miguel kneeled down to Miles' height and put his hands on the kid's shoulder. God this kid was so small compared to him. Everyone was especially children but he felt so small under his hands in this moment. Like Miles was trying to appear smaller to hide himself from an oncoming threat.

"Miles I have never hated you. Even when I first met you I didn't hate you. I was... just so angry; angry at you, angry at the anomalies, but I was mostly just angry at myself. I hated that I let another Peter die under my watch, hated that I was forcing a kid to let his father die, and I hated that I couldn't stop someone from making the same mistakes I made.

I...... hated that I didn't feel guilty about it. What kinda monster doesn't feel bad about forcing a kid to kill his dad?!"

Miguel's hands began trembling.

"I hated myself so much, I still do but it doesn't excuse me projecting my problems onto a kid. God Miles you're only 15 you've already had such a rough life and I just messed it up a thousand times more. You didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't your fault your Peter died, that the spider bit you, and it still wasn't your fault when the collider went off. You did the best you could in the situation you were in."

"I was wrong about everything Miles."

"For shock sake I haven't even apologized to you for the train incident. I want to be a better person, I want to be better for you Miles. No mental illness or disorder can excuse what I did to you. I'm so sorry. For every time I have wronged you, in any way possible. I'm not saying this so you can forgive me in fact you should hate me. I don't deserve to be forgiven for what I did. You're a good person Miles unlike me, a very good person. I can't wait to see what person you grow into. I am so proud of you."

Miles by this point was crying a little. A few tears were slipping down his face with each one being brushed away by Miguel.

He didn't know what to say. Miguel laid out his whole heart to him. Miles was completely speechless. He did the only thing he could think of, he hugged Miguel. His mamá always did say that actions speak louder than words. Miguel was momentarily shocked at his actions before quickly returning the hug. Miles felt so warm and safe in Miguel's arm. He was tucked into the taller man's neck with his large arms swallowing him up. It was as if Miguel was trying to shield him from the world. Miles snuggles deeper into his cocoon of flesh and muscle. Miguel's arm tightens slightly around him in an almost protective manner. Miles sighs contently, who knew Miguel would have been such an amazing hugger?

Miles doesn't forgive him, not yet anyways but somewhere in the future he thinks he can. But for now he enjoys Miguel's comforting embrace.

-The end

[localwebslingers]

@inhcritance asked: ❛  calm down. you're okay, you're safe. it was just a dream.  ❜ - For TASM Peter

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Peter didn't even know when he fell asleep in the first place. One moment he was fine, a little sleepy sure but nothing more than usual, but in the next? It was almost like everything hadn't so much fallen away as it had just slipped into another reality all together. Mixing and belnding until the whole scene had warped into something familiar and new all at once. Familiar because he knew the sights and sounds, the smells and voices, the way his nerves hummed on end as if his spider sense was trying to warn him of something.

New because sometimes it just...changed.

Nightmares jumbled together with past and present worries and concerns, with regrets and fears. Memories bleeding into each other and making new chaos for Peter to live through. It was near death, it was watching death, it was fighting to stave off both. Over, and over, and over until he could scream or cry or plead for it to stop, just let it stop please I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry I-

He started awake and jerked himself partly upright, tense like he was ready to fight or move the second he found where the threat was. Where the danger was and who it was to so this time, this time he could do something.

There was nothing. No threat he'd faced down looking him back in the eyes. No weapons being thrown or malicious grins and twisted laughs. No yelling for help and bells ringing so loud they shook the air back into silence again. Peter's eyes found Harry, nearby and talking calmly. Even as the sleep was shaken from his head, he thought his friend looked worried. His breathing was strained but he forced out a choked noise before getting air back into his lungs again. Breathe, just breathe...there's no threat in the room, it's him and Harry. That's it.

And Harry was a lot of things, but safe was towards the very top of that list.

One of his hands reached up to rub over his eyes, either to get rid of the sleep, or keep himself from breaking down, Peter didn't know anymore but he could feel them both shake, "I'm sorry..." for falling asleep, for worrying Harry, for possibly putting him on edge too with the sudden jerking awake like they were dropped into a fight. Peter didn't know, but the words left him before he could even think about it, "I'll be alright, I'm fine...sorry."

[arachnidiots-a]

i don’t quite touch on liam’s mental health or state of mind much even though it’s a very crucial thing that is constantly behind a lot of why they do anything or act how they do or even dress in the nauseating colored outfits but coming home for liam is so much more difficult than they could’ve predicted.

the expectation that everyone knows them and their life is waiting for them is all so naive really. they’ve been gone for months, they’ve changed in ways that are almost unrecognizable at times. there’s not a person who understands the devastation of their experiences besides roxy and even then they had different paths while being thrown around in the multiverse.

and time moves, things are different when they come back. peter and martin have been storing what they can that’s left from liam’s apartment in their own because nobody dares to get rid of it. when liam comes back they’re living on the couch in that apartment and they have lost a space that is entirely theirs to grieve, to cry, to recover, to heal in. it’s only a couple months but a couple months when you can’t sleep and you don’t feel like you’re breathing or talking right is such a profoundly difficult situation. their chest feels like it’s going to split open at any moment and after five months everyone pitches in to get liam in what’s essentially a shoe box of an apartment. but it’s their shoebox! all to themself!

they don’t have much to start over with besides what’s been saved by the boys but it’s almost better that way. the clothes from the multiverse are tossed and long gone and good riddance because liam can’t stand the idea of ever wearing them again. those are layers of an estranged life. they can’t even keep the suit, they make a new spider-suit and while it might not look too far from it at least the fabric is new and so is the thread. that’s what matters. everything else just felt wrong and gross but to don their colorful wardrobe doesn’t feel right either, it’s mostly comfortable nostalgic clothing for a while. she wears hoodies and old shirts and it’s nothing harsh on anybodys eyes. on good days there’s a typical colorful windbreaker. on bad days there’s a blanket over her head.

being around people who know you, who recognize you is such a relief like no other. liam’s no longer staring at faces they know and pretending they’re just a passing considerate stranger. but… they don’t know liam not like this anymore. they don’t know or understand or comprehend the way in which the experience is so heavy on their soul. there’s concerned glances and stares and dropped conversations. they want to help but google doesn’t have advice for what to do when your cousin comes back from the multiverse. it’s refreshing and claustrophobic all at once

loneliness didn’t make them so independent they don’t know how to be around people. it didn’t harden them to let nobody in. it’s not your typical- they were lonely for so long and it made them closed off kind of arc. they were lonely, they were desperate and craved attention. they came out of it needing those connections. it’s all very: you might not know this exact version of me but you did know one and i need you to know this one too. i’m asking you to know this one too even if it’s hard and i’m not making it easy and none of us are meeting expectations right now.

being back with roxy again is a terrifying relief too. there’s the fear and the sleepless obsessive nights where liam needs to hear from roxy because what if one of them disappears again. and yet! they fall into a rhythm and work together like no time has passed at all when it comes to being a spider duo. they’re more confident, they’re more experienced, and they’re side by side again. the two spend so much time together when they’re back, they really are inseparable and nobody’s going to try and stop that (except a spider-man villain but). they need each other, they’re soulmates in every way and once again there’s a pair of blue and yellow strings so perfectly laced together again. who else is going to understand the feeling of chasing a face down in hopes of a friend and finding that there’s no recognition in their voice and their face and their eyes??

and ohhhh sweet sweet emmett jeffries!! the little half brother they barely know and who tries his hardest to reach out to liam because nobody’s heard from them in a while and he has memories of a sweet sibling who’d look out for him. he’s going to college soon and they’re not close but maybe they can be!! he’s the perfect little joy for liam because he doesn’t know and he just wants to get to know her and learn about her and it’s a distraction that’s pleasant and full of love. he doesn’t look at her with sad eyes and she doesn’t feel like he’s some ghost from her adventures because out there she never met another emmett! she barely knew one to even meet!

crawling out of the absolute pit of their state is such a long process and they throw themself towards so many distractions and means of coping through giving college another try and working constantly and building the web. but also there’s just a whole lot of love and determination and a really really good support structure that is in place and is found again that allows for them to grow and get better. she’s still haunted, she’ll always be haunted, but she’s full of love and hope and a whole lot of confidence in one truth: they can endure it

[nilnether]

I'm pretty sure that we see the issues clearly is because we only get to see the compressed timeline and end result so it's easy to see the glaring problems. But that's not how these characters lived it.

It's like no one set out to give Spider bad foster parents. By all accounts it was good at the beginning. It just slowly got worse over time and if things get worse slowly enough everyone has time to get used to each level until something forces them to acknowledge how bad it got (like Nash going full traitor).

I bet Spider and Neytiri thing also was mostly easy to ignore. The kids friendship probably started with Jake taking Kiri to visit Grace. Neytiri wouldn't come because she didn't like it there. But that meant Spider and Kiri would meet without her. Jake himself wouldn't mind.

For Kiri Spider must've been utterly fascinating - an only human that's not an adult. She probably wanted to take him home instantly. Once he became hers she would never let go. She, like many kids, probably thought that everyone felt like she felt. And her siblings did (Neteyam plays with them too back then) so her parents surely must've too.

For Spider that was the only time he had a kid his age to play with. Or rather kids because Jake probably took more than one to share human stuff with them. It seemed innocent enough. By the time Spider was big enough to safely go and visit other kids it was already too late. They would've be too heartbroken if their parents tried to take Spider away from them. And if your kids beg and plead it's hard to say no (for Jake especially to Kiri possibly because she is Grace's daughter).

And slowly Spider would spend more time in the forest as his home situation got worse. And the only one who would mind would be Neytiri. But she says it only to Jake. And Jake has no heart to separate the kids. How bad can it be? It spills over from time to time but it's mostly fine.

And, of course, Jake is always postponing dealing with this because it's never that bad. Sure, both Neytiri and Spider are uncomfortable around each other but it's not really bad. And talking about it is hard. Banning Spider makes the kids cry. Trying to argue with Neytiri is even worse. So better not to touch it and everything will stay as it is. Which is fine.

It's fine until it isn't. Sully kids don't understand what the problem is but they can't imagine life without Spider. Spider knows something is wrong but he'll lose everything if he lets go so there is no way back. Neytiri feels like no one cares about her feelings and concerns and it just make everything about Spider bother her even more. Jake is avoiding taking sides so he's making it even worse.

All Sully kids seem to have very high level of innate "this is wrong/unfair "radar and strong tendency to do something about it. This is exactly what gets Lo'ak to come after Payakan and Spider. This is why Kiri tries to include Spider in everything because he shouldn't miss out just because he's human.

But for Neytiri it means he's everywhere including places that she should be able to avoid his presence. He is reminder of all that came with the human invasion and the man who was responsible for all the worst if it. She probably hoped he would be returned to the RDA with the rest of human kids and their lives would be separate as they should be but her own kids stopped it from happening and endangered their own lives.

Everyone feels this is unfair and there is a rift in the family and no one is doing anything about it because there is no solution that doesn't leave someone hurt. Getting rid of Spider would seem like the best solution but then he is gone and that makes things even worse. They have to leave home and family behind. Spider's fate was even worse. And the reunion certainly wasn't happy.

I just hope that after all that happened they can finally deal with their issues instead of letting it fester. Now everyone knows there is a problem and acknowleding it should make it easier to admit they have to do soemthing about it. I hope (please, please, please) in A3.

Nobody talks about Kiri's role in Neytiri and Spider's bad relationship...

I know Neytiri and Spider's relationship has been talked about to death already, but there's one important aspect of it everyone seems to overlook that I want to write down all my thoughts about: Kiri's role.

(Just FYI The High Ground comics are explicitly confirmed to be canon by Avatar's creative team, so please don't try to tell me something's not true because it happened in the comics)

With everything Neytiri has been through, it's understandable that she'd feel uncomfortable with Quaritch's son spending so much time around her children to the point where he starts calling them his "siblings." Contrary to what I've heard others say, Neytiri does not have a "blind hatred" towards Spider. She doesn't want him to be hurt or killed, she just wants him to stay away from her family and mind his own business. From her perspective, an "invader" is acting like he's entitled to being around her family and claiming them as his own, the same family that has been hurt so badly by other "invaders." This perceived entitlement coupled with the fact that he's the son of the guy who thought he was entitled to destroy her homeland is what gives her such strong feelings about Spider compared to the other Na'vi-allied humans.

But is Spider's behavior towards Neytiri's family really entitlement like Neytiri thinks or is it something else? Let's look at why Spider does the things he does:

Why does Spider spend so much time with the Sully kids? Kiri and Lo'ak invite him. From what we see in the movie and the comics, Kiri and Lo'ak don't seem to have any friends before meeting Tsireya and Rotxo, which means Spider is not just their best friend, but their only friend. There is nothing about Spider, Kiri, and Lo'ak's dynamic that implies Spider is the only one seeking them out. They mutually seek each others' company because they all feel like outcasts among their respective species.

Why does Spider call the Sully kids his siblings? Kiri started calling him her brother first. In vol 1 of THG, Kiri tells Spider he's like another brother to her. Shortly after this is when Spider starts referring to the Sully kids as his family. Since Spider has no biological family and a bad relationship with his foster family, it's understandable he would latch onto the people who actually care for him and explicitly say they feel like he's their family member.

Why does Spider insert himself into the Omaticaya? Kiri insists he joins them. in Vol 1 of THG, Spider is present for a Na'vi celebration and Neytiri asks him to leave because he's not a part of their family. Spider is perfectly okay with this and he starts to excuse himself, but Kiri stops him and insists he stay because he is a part of their family. Later, in Vol 2 of THG, the Sullies and the Omaticaya are evacuating to High Camp while Spider's foster family and most of the other humans choose to surrender to the RDA. Spider is initially upset and begs Jake to come with them, but after Jake scolds him, Spider accepts the adults' choice and willingly stays in Hell's Gate, waiting to surrender to the RDA. Kiri, on the other hand, insists Spider come with them to High Camp and goes back for him. This results in Kiri, Lo'ak, and Tuk getting captured by Spider's foster dad and Spider needing to rescue them. In both of these instances, when Spider is told he's unwelcome somewhere, he is okay with it and backs off, but Kiri is the one who fights for him to stay. The only instance where Spider insists he has a right to stay of his own volition is when Jake asks him to turn himself into the RDA soldiers hunting them after Spider helped the Sully kids escape his foster father. Since the RDA likely would've imprisoned, tortured, or even killed Spider for helping the valuable hostages escape, Spider's insistence he stay with the Sullies is completely understandable.

Why does Spider paint himself blue and emulate the Na'vi lifestyle? Kiri again. The only time we see Spider applying his stripes on screen, Kiri is right there helping him. From this we can assume that Kiri and possibly also Lo'ak regularly help Spider apply his stripes since he wouldn't be able to paint his back without help. And while we don't have exact information on when Spider started wearing a loincloth and behaving like a Na'vi, I think we can safely assume Kiri and her siblings are the ones who encouraged this behavior.

After analyzing the origins of what Neytiri perceives as "entitlement," it becomes clear it's not really entitlement at all. Spider never does something he has not been "invited" to do by Kiri or Lo'ak. Spider is not trying to cross any boundaries and he's not trying to hurt anyone; he's just a lonely orphan who has latched onto the only people who show him real care.

From Spider's perspective, Neytiri hates him for no reason other than his dad. In actuality, Neytiri's strong feelings aren't just about who is dad is, but moreso about the way he behaves on top of who his dad is. Neytiri doesn't have a "blind hatred" for him like Spider believes, but she has a deep trauma-rooted discomfort with his proximity to her family in the context of his heritage, and this discomfort makes her lash out at him. But of course Spider doesn't understand this because he's A. a teenage boy with limited emotional intelligence and B. has no reason to think there's anything wrong with his behavior because Kiri and Lo'ak encourage it so enthusiastically. With Spider's limited understanding, it makes sense that he chalks up Neytiri's behavior as "she hates me!"

So we have these two wildly different perspectives. Neytiri views Spider as an entitled invader and she doesn't understand why he can't just leave her family alone, and Spider views Neytiri as a cruel woman who judges him for his heritage and he can't understand why she can't just let him hang out with his "siblings" in peace. When these two different perspectives clash, it gets ugly, and leads to scenes like the time Neytiri lunged at Spider (to attack him? shake him? it's unclear) and Spider yelling at Neytiri and blaming her for his situation (which is really Quaritch's fault for making his postpartum mother fight).

Then we have Kiri's perspective. Kiri loves her mother and her best friend, but doesn't seem to understand why her mom doesn't want her best friend around and she also doesn't seem to understand why her best friend thinks her mom hates him. In vol 1 of THG, she even tells Spider that Neytiri loves him. Ironically, even though Kiri clearly wants her mom and her best friend to get along, she is inadvertently the source of most of their issues. In all the instances where Spider's behavior makes Neytiri upset, we can trace the behavior back to Kiri as outlined in the bullet points above. The more Kiri pushes for Spider to stay close, the more it triggers Neytiri trauma, the more Neytiri lashes out Spider, the more Spider thinks she hates him, and the closer Kiri gets to Spider to comfort him and try and prove him wrong. It's a vicious cycle.

And just to be clear, I'm not trying to say Kiri is at fault for Neytiri and Spider's relationship. Kiri and Spider are just kids with little understanding of the trauma Neytiri has been through. They just know they enjoy spending time with each other, and neither of them fully understand why it makes Neytiri so upset. Neytiri, on the other hand, is not a kid... she is not responsible for her trauma and for her negative feelings towards Spider, but she is responsible for her behavior towards him.

The one thing I don't understand is why neither Neytiri nor Jake nipped Kiri's behavior in the bud before it got to the point where it is now. If Kiri keeps calling Spider her brother and insisting he stay for family celebrations, and it's obviously very upsetting to Neytiri, why did neither of her parents sit her down and let her know its inappropriate? Spider was clearly okay with being left out of the events. If they'd talked about it with Kiri, they would've avoided all that strife in the first place. Hell, Spider wouldn't even be around them anymore because he would've surrendered to the RDA and lived in Bridgehead if not for Kiri insisting he come with them!

And actually, why didn't they stop the kids from spending so much time together in the first place? Neytiri was telling Jake she didn't like Spider around her kids since they were very little. Why did they continue to let them play together if it made her so uncomfortable? Was Jake letting it happen behind her back? Were the kids sneaking away to play with Spider? Did Neytiri let it happen because she thought they would grow out of it or something? At that age, parents have a lot of control over their kids lives, and I don't understand why Neytiri didn't just redirect her kids to play with anyone other than Spider if it upset her so much. In THG, Neytiri threatened to ban Spider from seeing Kiri, but she did it way too late. The kids were teenagers at that point and already saw each other as family, so if she tried to separate them they would've just snuck out and seen each other anyway. If Neytiri is okay with putting a "ban" on Spider, why did she wait until they were teens and much more difficult to control to do so?

I know the "real" answer is because James Cameron wants ✨DRAMA✨ but I'm wondering if there's an in-universe explanation cause it just doesn't make sense to me. I guess the most realistic answer is that Jake let it happen knowing full well Neytiri didn't like it, but he let it slide anyway because he didn't want to say no to the kids. Jake had two choices. He could've A. honored Neytiri's wishes and separated the children before they bonded or B. sat down with Neytiri and let her know Spider is here to stay and that she can't lash out at him. Either choice would've resulted in a much better outcome for everyone involved, but then again, it would've had a lot less drama so I understand why the writers didn't have that happen instead. Actually, now that I'm typing it out, it is pretty in character for Jake to ignore a giant problem right in front of him and hope it'll go away on it's own (that's how we lost Hometree, Eytukan, and Neteyam rip). I guess we're going to see this situation blow up in Jake's face in Avatar 3, just like his other ignore-the-problem-and-hope-it-goes-away situations did. I just hope that this situation will have a better outcome for everyone involved.

It just frustrates me because I feel like all this could've been resolved years ago if Jake and Neytiri had sat Kiri and Spider down and had a discussion about boundaries, but there's too much bad blood between Neytiri and Spider for an easy resolution now...

Anyways, if you made it this far, thanks for reading, didn't mean to turn this into a whole essay lol. Please share your thoughts with me if you have any!

[profmori]

kzfy .♡

living with chifuyu was strange.

in the beginning it was the most fearful thing kazutora had experienced. every time he was in the same room as chifuyu, it made his breath hitch and his body shrink smaller than before.

he couldn't possibly even look at him without feel an overwhelmingly amount of emotions, it made his heart ache and head turn into loud noises.

If chifuyu noticed any of those antics, he didn't pay them any time. He continued to live as he did, letting Kazutora float around the house like a ghost — one he didn't particularly liked, but didn't try to get rid of either.

It made him feel terrible at times, until one day Chifuyu made them hot chocolate and they sat on the couch at awkward distance and watch a movie. A bad movie which he tried to make a witty remark about and surprisingly enough drew a laugh out of Chifuyu.

“You're a riot.” Chifuyu had said before reducing into more giggles as Kazutora kept making fun of the characters and their stupid decisions. They didn't suddenly reconcile that night, but Kazutora felt a bit lighter when he went to bed.

The shift was noticeable to both of them. Kazutora no longer stayed as a ghost, and rather tried to get involved in the house chores. Folding laundry with Chifuyu, sometimes they would wash dishes together, and Chifuyu would sit in the shopping cart as Kazutora pushed him around in the grocery store. It was a strange development, but he enjoyed the homely feeling the apartment had started to bring.

The movie nights started being a regular thing, and Chifuyu would often fall asleep first. Kazutora stayed as still as he could, trying not the wake the other up, then end up carrying him to bed at one point of the night. Or if he was too exhausted to move, they would find each other entangled in their arms in the morning. At one point, Kazutora gave up taking Chifuyu to bed and just slept with him there. It was warm and strange, but safe.

“We should visit him today.” Chifuyu said softly one day. So they went, walked there in silence, talked in hushed tones at the grave and then came back. Kazutora broke down once the door shut behind him, sobbing and apologizing at Chifuyu's feet. It was the first time he had ever verbalised it.

“Chifuyu, I took so much.” His words trembled. “I took so much from you, I can't pay it back .. I can't give you anything.”

“Don't take yourself away from me.” Chifuyu said solemnly, mellowed and eroded with grief over the years. Despite that he gave Kazutora a gentle smile. “You are the only one I have left, so don't go away from me.”

That night Kazutora cried, and Chifuyu never broke the hug for a single second.

They became more closer after that, bonded over their shared grief and dependency. Now, however, Chifuyu seeked comfort from him as well. The night that got to rough for him, he's climb into Kazutora's bed and cry. Soft hiccups and curling up against Kazutora's chest as if he was some safety net. On those nights, he held him close.

They had each other now.

“How long do you plan on staring?” Chifuyu said in half sleep, voice dripping in lethargy. He remained snug at Kazutora's side, hair fluffed up against the pillow.

“Until you choke me.”

“Fucking weirdo.” Chifuyu chuckled, slowly opening his eyes to stare at Kazutora, slowly grinning. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“We got eggs and bread.”

“Let's eat out.”

Kazutora laughed at the hasty suggestion.

“Eat out it is then.”

Chifuyu did tiny fist bumps before rolling off the bed. Kazutora stayed there a moment longer to linger in his warmth, the comfort strongly smelled of Chifuyu's body wash. He could get used to this.

Living with Chifuyu was strange—

“Kazutora there is a fucking spider in this bitch!” He heard a scream from the bathroom and ran out.

— but he wouldn't want to trade it with anything.

[ptergwen]

favorite crime

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood / death, lots n lots of angst

summary: you convince peter to go on the run after he’s framed for murdering mysterio, but he doesn’t want to drag you into his mess

a/n: this was completely based off the song by olivia lfmbsjfhs it’s so beautiful and i’ve wanted to write something for it for a while now so yee i hope y’all like ! pls lmk what you think <3

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“we have to get you out of here, peter! come on!” you shout back to your boyfriend and tug his hand that’s laced with yours.

peter doesn’t budge. even when your grip on him tightens, when you pull him forward with all your might, he remains stoic.

there’s something he needs to do, and he’s been contemplating it since the day he met you.

it’s time to let you go.

“please, peter. i’m begging. i know you’re tired of running, but if we don’t leave now… they’ll find you,” you desperately choke out. peter squeezes his eyes shut, dreading what’s to come. “i can’t do this to you anymore, y/n. i… i’m sorry.”

emergency sirens and flashing lights approach the old apartment building serving as yours and peter’s latest hideout. the whole world is on the lookout for him, so you two stowed yourselves away in brooklyn for a bit.

you were hopeful the rumors would pass eventually — about how peter shot the beloved mysterio and left him to die in cold blood. they’re merely talk, of course. you’d personally seen the events of that day unfold on the tower bridge. hell, your class was right at the center of them.

quentin beck was pure evil, so rotten he defamed both peter and spider-man with a charge as cruel as murder. he’s wreaking havoc on him from beyond the grave, over a complete misunderstanding that peter had nothing to do with.

beck’s true source of anger is stark industries. yet, once again, peter ended up the collateral damage.

he was deemed a wanted murderer. posters revealing his name and face were plastered up around the city, a reward even being offered to whoever who turns him in.

you’d proposed the idea of skipping town until things settled. the way you saw it, it was peter’s only option other than prison for twenty-five to life. peter was panicking and couldn’t think straight, so he went along with your getaway plan.

a few weeks later, he’s regretting it.

you’ve been the one person he could trust through this madness. you’re right there to console him, to protect him just like he does you. through sickness and health, life and clearly death, you stick by peter’s side. you left everything behind without a second thought, for him.

peter loves you more than you’ll ever fully be able to comprehend, which is why he can’t ask you to do that. this is his battle to fight, not yours or anyone else’s. his.

you suddenly freeze in your tracks, turning around to look at peter. “what are you talking about? you’re fine, pete.”

his eyes roam everywhere except to yours as they water. blinking back tears, he fixes his gaze on your intertwined hands. you notice a stray tear fall down his cheek and use one of your thumbs to wipe it away, then press a reassuring kiss to his lips. peter lets himself reciprocate momentarily before jerking back.

“please just… stop being so nice to me. you’re making this way harder than i wanted to to be,” he rasps and squeezes your hand tighter. you’re still lost, absolutely clueless about what he’s referring to.

“look, pete. i wanna hear you out, baby. but… i think it should wait until we get to jersey.” you keep your voice as calm as possible, though you’re terrified for both of you. since the feds know your location, they’ll have the place surrounded any minute.

hopping cities isn’t cutting it anymore, so you’ll have to change states this time. new jersey is next on your list.

using his strength to his advantage to hold you in place, peter seizes both your shoulders. his bloodshot eyes lock with yours. a stern expression coats his features, one you’ve seen from him yet never been on the receiving end of.

“we’re not going to jersey, y/n/n,” he declares, the sirens starting to grow louder. you feel a pit forming in your stomach. “we have to!” you immediately protest. “it’s not gonna be easy finding our way, but it’s the last-“

peter cuts you off, voice softer now. “no, no. that’s not what i meant.” he waits a beat and inhales a deep breath, aiming to settle his nerves. it doesn’t.

“i’m going to jersey. you’re staying.”

tears cloud your vision the second those words leave his mouth. you shake your head furiously back and forth, willing him to take them back.

part of you was always afraid peter would get second thoughts. not only about running away with you, about ever being with you. you’re both so young. your entire lives are ahead of you, and peter won’t allow you to risk your own because this isn’t worth a single bit of it.

he’d warned you how dangerous it was to be associated with spider-man. it’s why he held off on telling you about his alias for the longest he could. you naturally began asking questions whenever peter bailed on dates and showed up to school covered in bruises. he hated lying to you, using his stark internship as an excuse, so he finally came out and said it.

peter sometimes wonders if you’d be better off not knowing at all. it’s too late now, though.

“wait, what? why- why can’t i go with you?” you plead, peter’s fingers coming up to cup your cheek. his fingertips lightly caress your skin. “i’m a criminal, y/n. you’d be my accessory.”

it takes everything in him not to break down and sob along with you.

you lean into his palm, already missing his touch. “i don’t care... i don’t give a fuck. i just wanna be with you, peter.” peter literally has to bite his tongue to fight the urge to cry. hands grabbing either side of his head, your fingers twist in his hair roughly. “i’ll do anything, pete. i really will, i swear. name it.”

peter threads his own fingers through yours again, bringing your hands to his chest.

“i’m so sorry, angel. i never should’ve gotten you involved,” he murmurs out and pecks your forehead. “you have nothing to prove to me, okay? you’ve done more than enough. i’m gonna return the favor.”

you let out a strangled whine, your knees buckling as you come to terms with the gravity of your situation.

this is it. this is the end of yours and peter’s story.

“hey, none of that. it’s okay,” peter coos, neither of you convinced. the tastes of salt and metal flood both your senses. he helps you back up and hugs your waist, peppering your cheeks in more kisses. you’re bawling now, arms wound around his neck, clutching at his tattered jacket.

free tears escape peter’s eyes at last. “i love you. i love you so goddamn much, y/n. never forget it,” he nearly whispers. you sniffle and push your forehead against his. “i’m not saying it back ‘cuz that feels like a goodbye, and i- i can’t say goodbye to you yet.”

“it’s not a goodbye,” peter reassures you, rubbing circles on your lower back. “it’s, uh, it’s a see you later. i’m gonna figure something out and be back to you before you know it. can’t get rid of me that easy.”

that earns a faint giggle from you, peter managing a grin. you two attempt to ignore everything happening beyond these walls, only focusing on the other.

“then, um…” you clear your throat. “i love you.” his smile dwindling slightly, peter nods and meets your gaze. “i love you too, baby. you should probably get going soon.”

affirming his advice, a booming voice that sounds from a microphone commands peter to come out with his hands up.

your worry spikes, instinctively drawing peter in closer. he forces himself to put on a brave face for you.

“i’m scared, pete. where… where am i supposed to go?” you rush to ask him. “home, y/n/n. go home,” peter decides, pressing a final kiss to the top of your head. “just don’t get caught, and you’ll be fine.” carding your fingers in his undone curls, you sigh. “easier said than done, but i’ll try not to.”

you’d never pictured that the sweet boy with a heart too big and brain even bigger, who sings you to sleep even though his voice sucks and spends his last dollar buying you flowers, would be accused of first degree murder. it isn’t true or fucking fair.

what’s worse, he has to bare this storm alone now.

you lift your heavy backpack off the cold ground, slinging it onto your shoulders. peter stares out the window and down at the assembly of swarm troops crowded together.

“are you gonna be okay?” you catch his attention. he snaps back into reality, pulling your hood up so it covers your head. you’re wearing a sweatshirt of his, after having gone through all your own clothes. “i hope so. are you?” peter repeats your question. “i hope so,” you echo.

tying your hoodie strings tight, peter offers a smile. “say hi to may for me. ned and mj, too.” it’s going to be tough to face his family and friends after this. “i will. i’ll let them know you’re alright.” you kiss his cheek, placing a hand on his chest. peter lets your touch distract him from the mess he’s about to be hit with.

“thank you, y/n. i’ll see you soon, baby. you have my word,” he promises, stepping back so you two can go your separate ways.

you watch him with fresh tears threatening to spill.

“i’m gonna hold you to it. be safe, spidey.”

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hello, Kat! Hope you're having a good evening! Or morning wherever you are 😆 I would like to request 12, 16, 18, 24, 29, 37, 40, and 51!

hi cas!!! it's okay, today was weird because i woke up grumpy but i think it's finally starting to normalize lmao. i'm still over here trying to force myself to write and getting increasingly anxious about not being able to jdkfjdkf

12. have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

i dont think i ever reached the 48 hour mark, but i've come close!! these haven't happened since like very early college/high school though lol

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment?

mmm, a little frustrated because i still can't seem to sit down to write. i'm still messing with this ai. or wanting to make a moodboard. or wanting to gif. ANYTHING EXCEPT WRITE and i can feel myself getting anxious because all anyone ever interacts with on this hellsite is my smut 😭

18. are you scared of spiders?

nah. while i'm not overly excited to see them, i leave them alone if i see them because they help get rid of the fruit flies or stray mosquitos. however they usually end up dead because my cats are little monsters and eventually eat them

24. what is/are/were your best subjects?

early high school? math for sure. i was the stereotypical asian kid late high school/early college? anything writing/literature related (definitely not related to exposure to fandoms and creative writing in general as a hobby jdkjfsk) late college/grad school? now i do well at the clinical-related classes but that's mostly because i'm interested in it and put in more effort and i kinda blow off the other classes dksfjksd

29. have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

i made my husband cry once i think, but it was more like I "let" him cry iykwim? he had a fight with his parents and i told him it was ok to be upset and then it just kinda went from there lol

37. is it easier to forgive or forget?

probably forget? i'm not good at doing that either. ik its not healthy but i do think i have a bad habit of holding onto grudges as like fuel to keep me going. this is why therapy exists jdkfjdk

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked?

id rather die

51. favorite food?

this will change in a few weeks but as of now i'm really craving chicken noodle soup 😭

send me some asks!

[pacifymebby]

no for realll I can't squish them because a) I feel mean and b) I don't know if you ever have squished one but its a truly abject, horrifying sensation because you can feel that you're squishing something if that makes sense? not like when you squish something smaller.

B gets really annoyed with me because he likes!! spiders and isn't at all bothered with them and would happily let them live in the house and whenever I start crying about one he will try to argue its side? I once faced him with "it's either me or the spider, pls get rid or im going to go sleep at home" and the boy hesitated!!!!

I love autumn but what’s with all these giant spiders? I swear if I have to remove another tarantula sized one from my house I’m gonna need therapy 😭

[writingbykrystal]

Hi! Welcome to Bell's Island, I'll be your tour guide today! A couple things before we start, please make sure you stay on the paths, and hold the hands of all younger children. Let's go!

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Up here first is the bridge. Please go single file, and try not to rock it too much. One girl did drown in the pond a good few years ago. Usually a fall off the bridge is nothing more than a scare and a small swim, but it was unusually deep that year. Police ruled it an accident, but there were rumors, like with all small town deaths.

Some say she was up here with her boyfriend, telling him the news she was pregnant. One story goes that he refused to be a father to the baby, and dumped her right there, so she jumped off so she wouldn't have to go on alone. Another says that her boyfriend didn't take the pregnancy news well at all, and well, you know. We don't know for certain though, or even if she was actually pregnant. The body was never found, even though the pond was pretty well searched.

What are these? Oh, the locks. Other young couples sometimes come up here and put locks on the bridge, like that one in France. Actually, it's rumored that one of these locks actually belonged to the girl and her boyfriend, but we don't know which one.

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Ok, here watch your step, there you go. Over here to the right you see this big old hole. Yep, that one. We don't actually know what it's for, the local kids like to scare eachother saying it was a plague pit, you know, where they don't have enough people to dig graves for everyone that died, so they just dig one big one. There's no evidence for that though, and besides, it's way more likely this was a site for an indigenous tent. Did have a kid on a tour once break his ankle running through it, so now we don't let people go in.

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Ok next up, we go up this little hill here, up to the main house. This is where the old owner of Bell's Island himself, David Bell lived with his family. He built it himself. It's pretty small, yeah, but it ended up being big enough. Him and his wife, Sarah, had real bad luck with having kids. There were three or four miscarriages, and only one of the three kids that she gave birth to ended up surviving to adulthood.

We can't actually go into the house right now, there's restoration renos going on. Yeah, stuff keeps leaking out of the walls and pipes. Gotta be rust in the pipes, all brown and red. Real nasty. And there's the spiders. Whole mess of them. Can't get rid of them fast enough.

Is it haunted? Does this look like a building that wouldn't be? It's definitely old enough, almost 200 years. Of course there's tons of rumors. Doors slamming, windows opening, cradles rocking, the like. I've never seen it myself, but I have heard a baby crying once. Could have been from another tour group though.

Apparitions? Nah, haven't seen any of those. There are of course, rumors, of - what? Like right now? No, there shouldn't be anyone in the house. You're sure it was that window. Could have been the curtain. The window may have been cracked. No, I'm sure the house is empty. Yeah, you definitely could have been seeing things. Anyways, moving on!

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Over here are the gardens. Yeah, you can sit on the bench. We'll take a little break here, go look at the flowers. Don't pick them please. And keep them away from the well, it's deeper than it looks. That statue? We're not sure who it's supposed to be, it's just a neat carving. Sometimes though in the rain, it does look like it's crying. Pretty freaky.

Oh yeah, you can totally use the swing for a few minutes, thank you for asking! No, I don't think anyone else was on it, you two are the only kids on this tour. I'm definitely sure. No, there weren't any girls, just you and your brother. You're sure she showed you the swing? You're sure you don't see her now, she isn't one of these ladies? That's definitely weird, let's move on from the swing now. No, that's gotta be the wind moving it. Yep, we're heading off.

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Ok, just up this path here is the graveyard. Yeah no, an actual graveyard. Yeah, with bodies and everything. Well, yes, bodies in the graves are usually dead, it'd be pretty bad if they weren't. That's a whole different problem. Who's buried here? Well everyone actually. The couple miscarried babies that were big enough to bury, the two kids who died, as well as David and Sarah Bell themselves.

Well, they died a few different ways. One kid, a little girl caught pneumonia from falling in the river, and was too weak to recover. The older boy, he actually fell down the well getting water. I told you it was deep. Sarah, after her last miscarriage, she fell into a deep depression and just slowly wasted away. There was no autopsy, but some say it was her grief that killed her. Others say it was undiagnosed cancer.

As for David, after his only living son moved away, he stayed here til he was old and grey, and died from falling out of a second storey window. Actually yes, it was the one you said you saw something in. Weird. Huh? Where? No, I didn't see anything. A boy? A wet boy? Well, some of the high school kids like to go swimming around here, the kid you saw probably was swimming here and didn't want to get caught trespassing. It is private property after all.

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Ok, we're coming up on the last stretch. Just a neat little path through the woods. Remember, please stay on the path, poison ivy and the like. It's also easy to get lost. The local high school used to do a haunted house fundraiser here, but a couple years ago one of the kids got lost. No, she was never found. Lots of places to get lost here, could have fallen in the river, or down one of these ledges. They don't do the haunted house anymore. It was a ton of fun while it lasted, though.

Oh are you ok? A sting? Well, we're right by the river, mosquitoes are pretty nasty this time of year. Like someone pulled your hair? Ah yes, I forgot to mention, watch out for branches. They do seem like hands sometimes. Oh yeah, you definitely do have a scratch there, three in fact. That branch got you good.

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So, that's it! A pretty neat bit of history. Haunted? Well maybe. I'll tell you, I've never personally seen anything. But I'll let you draw your own conclusions. Certainly has its fair share of tragedy here. Anyways, that's the end of the tour! Have a good rest of your day, and come back soon!

[let-me-luve-you]

Crushed

Tom Holland x Twin!Sister

Summary: Reader has a crush on Harrison, but he brings home his new girlfriend

Warnings: Heartbreak, angst, feelings not reciprocated

A/N: This might be my last fic for a little bit. I’m working on me, but I do get random motivation to write and I like to take advantage of it and write when I’m in the mood. Please don’t ask me when I’ll have another fic out. 

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When Tom brought Harrison home to hangout for the first time, you immediately had a crush. Over the years, you kept your feelings to yourself, but the intensity grew. You loved Harrison. You never told your twin brother and best friend, Tom. Harrison was your friend. He would hate you if he knew your true feelings.

Lately, Harrison has been acting more shy and sweet around you. He would text you everyday to check up on you while he was in France for a fashion show. With Harrison acting like that, you thought maybe he finally had feelings for you. So today, when Tom came into your room to tell you Harrison was back in town, you decided then that you would tell him how you feel.

Tom told you tonight you would be going for dinner and drinks with Harrison as well as Sam and Harryl. So you spent the day getting ready. You didn’t want it to look like you were trying too hard, but you wanted to look your best. Look good, feel good type of thing.

As you were getting ready to leave your bedroom, you heard Harrison greet Tom. You smiled as you listened to their banter. You walked down the hall to the living room to see Harrison’s back. You smiled as he turned to you.

“Y/N!” Harrison yelled as he came over to give you a hug. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good. Just ready for a good night with good people.” You said with a wink. He laughed. You noticed a woman come stand next to Harrison. Harrison wrapped his arm around her shoulder. You felt your heart fall.

“Y/N, this is Grace. My girlfriend. Grace, this is Y/N, Tom’s little sister.” Harrison said. You faked a smile and said hello to her.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said trying to hold in all emotions. Your heart was broken. Tom looked over at you concerned when he heard your tone change. You ignored him and continued to smile at the couple.

“Y/N I’ve heard a lot of good things about you. Harrison just adores you like you are his own sister.” Grace said. You felt like you had been stabbed in the heart.

“Should we head out? I'm getting hungry?” You said with a fake laugh.

“Let’s go.” Harrison said, guiding Grace to his car. “Y/N come ride with us.” Harrison yelled as he opened the back door for you. You nodded and moved to the car. After you got in and shut the door, you looked over to see Tom climbing in as well.

“Hope you don’t mind. Harry said he’s swinging by to grab Sam and Pads.” Tom said.

“Not at all.” Harrison smiled before driving off. You sat there quiet. You knew Tom knew something was up but you chose to ignore him. Grace and Harrison talked most of the ride anyways, so the need to input anything never occurred.

After getting to the restaurant and ordering drinks, you finally broke your silence, “so how long have you two been together?” You asked. You looked over at Harrison and noticed him shift uncomfortably.

“Unofficially, it’s been five months, officially it’s been four.” Grace answered and smiled at Haz. You froze. That’s when you noticed him acting different around you. You shook yourself out of thought and smiled at them. “I’m so happy for you.” You said.

Dinner was fine. You felt awkward the whole time since they were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship and were constantly doing cutesy stuff and touching each other's arms or holding hands. When you finally arrived home, your chest felt so tight that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You thanked Harrison and Grace for dinner before you ran off to your room. You locked it before burying yourself in your bed. You were trying to get your breathing under control and to hold back the tears. No boy was worth your tears. Not even stupid, adorable blonde ones.

You heard a knock on your door but chose to ignore it. You heard the knob jiggle and a soft grunt. Next thing you know, Tom is right there beside you pulling you into a hug. Before you broke down, you saw Harry and Sam standing at the edge of the bed.

“It’s not fair.” You sobbed as you turned into Tom’s chest. Tom squeezed you tighter and closed his eyes. It hurt him so much to see his twin in so much pain. He shushed you as he ran his hand up and down your back. Once you finally calmed down enough, Tom pulled you away from his chest, “what isn’t fair?”

“Life. Love. Everything.” You said as you pulled away to lay down with your back to your brothers. Tom wasn’t having it and turned you back around to look at him. You scoffed, but sat up and leaned against the headboard, holding the Spider-Man bear Tom gave you when he left to film Civil War.

“Tell us what happened? Because you were so excited to see Harrison and then all of a sudden you were acting like you didn’t want to be anywhere near him.” Sam said.

“I.. I was going to tell him how I felt about him today.” You felt tears at the back of your eyes again. Tom pulled you back into a hug.

“How do you feel about him?” Harry asked softly.

“I love him.” You said before crying even harder. Tom looked back to Sam and Harry with shocked eyes. Tom had told you about the times he was in love, but you’ve never spoken once about love.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked. “Did something happen between you? Did he try to date you and then get with Grace?”

You continued to cry. You couldn’t catch your breath long enough to try to stop crying. Tom kissed the top of your head as he rubbed up and down your back. “It’s okay y/n. Try to breathe for me. Try to calm down for me. I don’t want you to make yourself sick.” Tom said gently.

You took a few minutes focusing on Tom’s breathing and heartbeat. Trying to match yours to his. After finally calming down enough to talk, you were so exhausted. You kept your head on Tom’s chest and stayed hugging him as you finally started to tell your brothers everything.

“I’ve always had a crush on him. Then recently he started acting nicer to me. Not that he wasn’t before, but it felt different. He was also acting shy. I just got it in my head that he liked me too. So while he was gone, I worked on my confidence. When Tom said he was coming home, I figured why not tell him and get it over with. Then he introduced me to Grace.” You sighed. “Did you guys know?”

You felt Tom tense before whispering, “yes.” You nodded your head as you heard Harry agree with Tom and Sam say “no.”

“If I knew how you felt, I would have told you. Harrison didn’t really want to tell anyone yet. He wanted to see if it was going to work out. And he wanted to keep it from fans for a little while.” Tom said.

“I get it.” You said pulling away from Tom to lay down on your bed. You grabbed the Spider-Man bear again. “Love sucks. But I’ll get over it. If he’s happy with her, then I’m happy for him. I’m not going to sabotage it or anything.”

“That’s good to know.” Tom laughed. Sam and Harry each gave you a kiss on the head before leaving the room. “Really, are you okay?”

“No, but I will be.” You said honestly. Tom laid down beside you and grabbed the bear from you.

“I can’t believe you still have this.” Tom said with almost disbelief.

“Why would I get rid of it?” You asked him.

“I don’t know. Figured you would have put it in a box or gave it away. I got this as a joke since you said I probably didn’t actually get the part since Sony had been hacked.” Tom laughed at the memory.

“I love my bear. He’s the one I run to for comfort. Especially when I miss you when you're gone.” You said.

“I’m glad you have it.” He turned and smiled at you. He looked at your tear struck face and red, puffy eyes. He felt bad. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you about Grace.”

“It’s okay.” You whispered and looked down.

“If you ever feel like you need to talk, I’m here to listen. Always. I’ll never judge you.” He said.

“I was just afraid you would get mad at me since he was your best friend.” You said.

“Never.” He said, making you look at him. “I might have been upset, but I would never get mad at you or hate you for your feelings. Heck I dated someone you would occasionally hang out with.”

“I forgot about that.” You laughed.

“So never be afraid of me or my reaction. I’ll always try not to overreact.” He said. “If you want, I can tell Haz not to bring Grace over for a bit. That way you don’t have to see them together.”

“No, it’s okay. It’ll hurt for a bit, but maybe it’ll help me get over my crush.” You said.

“If you change your mind, let me know. I won’t tell him why she can’t come, but I’ll tell him.” Tom said. You smiled at him. “Now, do you want to watch a movie?”

“Gifted?” You asked sheepishly.

“Next time I see Chris, I’m telling him you are obsessed with him.” Tom taunted.

“NO!” You yelled. “I haven’t even met him yet. At least let me meet him before you embarrass me.”

“Okay, okay. Next time I know I’m going to see him, I’ll bring you with me. Then while you're standing right there, I’ll tell him.” You rolled your eyes as Tom laughed.

[writing-wh0re]

Can I get prompts 9, 12, and 30 for a Bucky Barnes smut? I was thinking something soft like she gets hurt in a mission and he is helping take care of her wounds and if results in soft smut.

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader. 

My first Bucky Barnes and soft smut. Likes are great but feedback is golden, let me know how I can improve or what I could write for you! 

Word count: 1,451k

Prompts Requested: 

9 - “Did he do this?” 

12 - “I’m fucking crazy about you” 

30 - “Are you hurt?”

Warnings: Smut 18+, Injury, Fingering, Female Receving Oral, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex. 

I hold my side, feeling the slight burn of the bruises forming on my skin. I stumble through the avengers compound, my feet sore from the fight as I make it into the medical bay. I look at my appearance in the mirror, a cut across my cheek, blood staining my face. 

“Are you hurt?” I look behind myself in the mirror seeing Bucky dressed in his gym clothing. 

“Honestly, yeah.” I nod as Bucky grabs a face washer from the cabinet, walking over to me. 

“Let me help you.” Bucky coats the washer in water, gesturing for me to sit on the medical bed. 

“We could have used you out there you know.” 

“Tell Tony that, he thought it would be a good opportunity for you and the spider.” I scoff as Bucky smirks at me, wiping the blood off my cheek as I wince. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” I smile, trying to help get my point across. 

“How did this happen?” 

“I got myself cornered and Peter used his web to get me out but didn’t help me stick the landing and I cut my cheek on debris.” 

“Wait.” Bucky steps back to look at me. “Did he do this?” I notice the tone in Bucky’s voice change, his body language following. Is he being protective of me?

“No, well not on purpose, there was a lot going on and it's more on me for not sticking the landing.” 

“Well either way, I’m going to talk to the kid.” 

I feel my stomach erupt with butterflies at Bucky’s words, my small crush on him causing my cheeks to heat up. He smiles at me as he continues to clean my wound. My eyes wander downwards to his lips as he softly licks them. 

“Do you need help with anywhere else?” 

“Would you mind looking at a few of the bruises, just to make sure nothing is broken?” I ask, confidence radiating off me as Bucky nods. I stand off the bed, my body almost flush against his as I zip down the front of my suit, my red lace bra on full display as I slip my arms out. I look back up at Bucky, his pupils blown with lust as I smirk. 

“Uh, this spot right here, I was kicked pretty hard.” Bucky’s eyes travel over my body as his flesh hand brushes over the forming green and purple bruise. 

“I, uh, might have an idea on how I can help.” I nod softly as Bucky smirks. “Are you sure?” I smile, biting my lip softly as I nod again, not trusting for my voice not to quiver under his lust filled stare. 

Bucky pulls me flush against his chest as I lick my lips and he tilts my head up, pressing his lips to mine. A soft gasp falls from my mouth which allows Bucky to slip his tongue into my mouth as we begin to fight each other for dominance. I feel his hands grab my hips softly, lifting me onto the bed as he stands between my legs, never once breaking the kiss. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I giggle as Bucky smiles. 

“I’m fucking crazy about you.” I feel heat hit my cheeks as Bucky continues. “I have been since our first mission together.” I pull on his shirt, trying to get him out of it as he gladly follows my gesture, ridding himself of the fabric as he toys with the clasp of my bra, letting the fabric fall from my body. 

“Beautiful.” Bucky whispers as he kisses me, hands wandering down my body so softly to make sure he doesn’t touch any of my newly forming bruises. I place my hands on his toned chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. Bucky breaks the kiss, walking away from me to pull the curtain across the small medical bed area. 

“Are you sure you want this?” I smile as I shimmy my suit down my legs, my matching red lace panties on full display as Bucky sighs, tilting his head to the side looking me up and down. 

“I want this more than anything.” That’s all the confirmation Bucky needs as he pulls down his gym sweats, placing his hands on the sides of my face as he kisses me ever so softly, the kiss filled with love and passion as I slowly move back on the bed, my back hitting the wall as Bucky breaks away. 

“Lay down doll.” I follow Bucky’s instruction, my pussy throbbing at the nickname as he gets on top of me, watching where he places his body to ensure the bruises on my skin don’t get bumped. 

Bucky kisses along my jaw, littering the skin on my neck with hot open mouthed kisses as I gasp causing Bucky to smirk against my skin having found my sweet spot. He continues to kiss and lick the spot just below my ear, leaving his mark on my skin. 

“Bucky.” His name falls from my lips, my body on fire under his touch as he kisses down my body, his metal hand kneading my right breast as his tongue plays with my left nipple. He continues down my body, kissing my clothed core as he looks up at me. 

“All for me?” Smirking he loops his fingers under the sides of my panties, pulling them all the way down my legs, throwing them on the ground as he keeps his eyes focused on my heat. He kisses each side of my pussy before softly licking from my entrance to my clit. Swirling his tongue around in a figure eight motion as I become breathless, gasps of air filling the silence as I move my hips up against his tongue. I moan as I feel his metal hand hold my hip down, his flesh hand coming between my legs as he slips two fingers inside me, my back arching off the leather of the bed as I bite my lip, holding back a loud moan. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” I whimper as Bucky doesn’t stop, his fingers rubbing against the walls of my pussy as he continues his figure eight motions. I feel him moan against my clit as I cum all over his fingers, my clit growing sensitive as he gives it one last longing lick, pulling his fingers out to look at me smugly. 

“So pretty when you cum Doll.” 

“Bucky, please, I want to finally feel you inside me.” I beg as he chuckles, slipping out of his boxer briefs. I moan just looking at his erect cock, slightly glistening with precum as I go to sit up, Bucky shaking his head. 

“You’re injured, next time.” Bucky says understanding I want to play with him. I watch as he pumps his cock, running it up and down my wet slit, feeling light rushes of electricity run through me as my sensitive clit is bumped. Bucky slides skillfully into me, my walls instantly contracting around him, the electricity still flowing through my body, causing my legs to shake as Bucky groans. 

“You’re so fucking tight doll, fuck.” I watch as Bucky keeps his eyes trained on himself going in and out of me. “Made for me.” 

I blush as I arch my back, Bucky leaning over to kiss me as I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs following as I push him deeper into me. Both of us moan against each other as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. 

“It’s so sensitive.” I cry out as Bucky places his forehead against mine. “I’m close Buck.” 

Bucky picks up his pace a little as my legs start to tremble around his hips. 

“Cum for me doll.” I bite my lip pulling Bucky flush against me as I move my hips with his, cumming harder the second time as Bucky’s thrusts slow, his cock twitching inside of me as he moans, kissing me. Bucky pulls out of me as I whimper at the feeling of being empty. 

I sit up, wincing as the pain from my bruises as it winds me slightly. 

“Let me help you.” Bucky smiles, helping me sit up as he slides my pantines back up my legs. “I’m not going to put you back in the suit though.” He chuckles as he grabs a medical lab coat, handing it to me as he quickly changes into his gym clothes. 

“Thanks, um, so…” I trail off as Bucky smiles sweetly at me, kissing my head. 

“I’d love for you to be mine Doll.” I smile wide as my stomach fills with butterflies, tingles flood my body as I nod. 

“I’d like that.”

“C’mon Doll, we’ll go have a bath.” 

“You know the way to my heart, Bucky Barnes.”

[allegra-writes]

“Fool’s gold”

Peter Parker x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut. Sex pollen.

This is an alternative version to my fic "Fireproof", where the reader gets doused by the sex pollen instead of Peter, but you don’t need to have read that first. As any sex pollen fic, this can qualify as non/dub-con, so read at your own discretion and responsability.

Dedicated to @angel-spidey because without her this would have never seen the light of day💓

MY MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Peter knew it was wrong. He knew it. He wasn't delusional enough to believe it was something other than the pollen making you act that way. Making you say those things. You had always been sweet to him, that was true, but you were sweet to everybody, didn't make any difference if they were a janitor or an avenger, it was one of the reasons he liked you so much. 

He also knew he wasn't the only one. His eyes weren't the only pair of eyes that strayed to you in the lab, Harley too seemed to be rather distracted whenever he was in your presence. And in fact, Peter didn't think he had ever seen Steve visit the lab that often before. Ever. And the guy was freaking Captain America, how could he ever compete with that? 

You didn't feel the same way about him, he had resigned to that a long time ago. To watch you from afar. To love you from afar. Because at least that much was true: the only way he knew he beated the other two men, beaten them by a long shot, was that he loved you the most. 

That was why he had left the med bay, because he couldn't stand it, seeing you like that, fighting against your restraints, skin flushed and eyes on fire, calling him, begging him to…

He wasn't able to resist it. 

And why he had walked away from the lab, leaving Bruce and Tony and even Stephen, to wrack their brains trying to find a cure, when the obvious solution was right in front of them. 

That was how he had found himself alone, in the dark, pretending to nap in the little on call room right outside the med bay, still in his suit after that disastrous mission they should have never let you tag along in the first place. Far enough from you not to hear your desperate pleas, but close enough to help if something happened. If the damn alien substance raised your fever enough to- No. He wasn't going to think about that. Dr. Banner was going to come up with an antidote. They still had time. 

Yeah, he knew it was wrong. He knew he should have told FRIDAY to alert mister Stark as soon as he heard the soft sound of your footsteps on the hallway. He knew he should have fled as soon as the knob turned and you entered the room. As you made your way to him. But he was paralized, frozen in place, as you leaned down over him, running your hot, way hotter than normal, hands down his chest, leaving fiery trails in their wake over the thin skin tight fabric of his suit. You raked your nails over his abs, feeling the muscle riple under your touch. 

"Y-you shouldn't be here" He stammered, as your fingertips came close, dangerously close, to the place where his suit was already starting to feel tight around his hips.

"Hmm… but you won't tell on me" your thumb traced the base of his length, a barely there caress that nonetheless had him jumping. "Will you, Peter?"

He breathed you in, another mistake. He could practically smell your desire, leaking through your pores. Pheromones, sweet and mouthwatering. 

He wouldn't. He couldn't. 

Even in the dark, he saw you smile bright at his surrender. Discarding your lab coat, you straddled his hips, little blue skirt riding up your thighs, and released your hair from its ponytail as Peter watched, entranced by your every move. You spread your legs a little more, letting your center come in contact with his by then obvious erection. He could feel your heat through his suit, choking on thin air when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear. 

"F-fuck…" He gasped, eyes rolling back inside his skull as you started rocking above him.

He tried desperately to hold still, to stop himself from bucking his hips up to meet yours, but it was impossible. Every cell in his body telling him to move, to touch, to take what he had wanted for so long. What he had never dared to dream he could have. 

You moaned at the delicious friction you were creating, and you could hear him starting to breathe harder too. He felt amazing, a soothing balm to your burning skin everywhere you touched. This was what you needed, what the chemicals running in your blood demanded. He was warm, and hard, and male. But more than that, he was Peter, and he had to be yours. There was no other way, no other ending for this story. 

You grinded your pelvis against his harder, the pressure on your clit just perfect, the coarse texture of his suit only adding to the sensations. You were making a mess of it, ruining it, but it was worth it just to hear his groan the moment your wetness seeped through the fabric. 

"We can't… we can't do this" Peter tried to protest, even as his hands flew to your waist to aid your movements. 

"Why? Because an alien pollen is messing with my head?" You got rid of your t-shirt, and Peter's reply died in his throat, you weren't wearing a bra either "because it's wrong? Because It's dirty and-"

A wounded sound left Peter's mouth, a wordless surrender, a sob at his own damnation, and he snapped, his fragile control finally shattering to pieces. One second you were on top of him, teasing him within an inch of his life, and the next you were trapped between the soft mattress and his hard body, as his lips ravished yours, one hand roughly massaging your breasts, the other slipping under your skirt, searching blindly, fingertips digging into the delicate skin of your inner thighs. He was furious in his onslaught, desperation clear in the way he was kissing you, all teeth and tongue. Greedy. Ravenous. 

Because if this was all he was ever going to get, just one night with you, as you used him to scratch an itch, then he was going to make the most of it. He was going to commit every little detail to memory: The shape of your body under his, the taste of your skin, the smell of your hair, vanilla and cinnamon and something else, something uniquely you. The sweet little moans falling from your lips. 

"Peter, please"

He almost died when you said his name like that, breathless and needy.

"What do you need, princess?" He sobbed, "Anything… it's yours…just-"

"You. I need you" You replied, graceless fingers clawing at his suit, "take it off, please, I need to feel you"

He obeyed, pressing the spider on his chest and practically kicking it off in his haste to return to you. You welcomed him back with open arms and open legs, as he crawled up your body, kissing every inch of skin he could find in the way. Your breath hitched when he got to that little spot just under your breast, and you could feel his smile against the curve of it, right before his lips enveloped your left nipple, calloused fingers circling the other one clumsily, unskilled. But you were too delirious, too far gone to notice, the miles of skin against yours both soothing and stroking the fire within at the same time. 

You cried out,

"Peter! Please, it hurts so much, please! I- I can't-"

He kissed the tears away, softly, delicately. A stark contrast to his own demeanour just minutes ago.

"I-it's ok. I got you" He cooed, caressing your face "I'll make it better. I promise" 

He braced himself on one arm, elbow digging into the mattress next to your face, as he wrapped the fingers of his free hand around himself, aligning with your center. It took him a few tries, even slipping out once. He had no idea what he was doing, only knew that you needed him, and he wasn't going to let you down. Your life depended on it, and it was too important, too precious for him to even think of failing. 

You raised your hips just a bit, and he was sliding in, easily, so easily, as if he was meant for it. As if your bodies were two pieces of the same puzzle, finally falling into place. 

"Oh god…"

You clutched as his shoulders, burying your hiss into his neck. 

"Oh my god are okey? Did I hurt you?" The panic in Peter's voice made you smile despite yourself. He was still Peter, the sweetest most caring guy you had ever met. Soft, even with his hard cock so deep inside you, you could feel it in your soul, in your very essence, already claiming you as his. 

But you didn't need gentle. You didn't want him to thread softly. You needed hard, and fast, and more.

"Peter… fuck me"

"I-..." His eyes met yours, and you saw a new determination in them, jaw squaring as he withdrew almost completely, only to surge again, tearing a new cry from your lips. 

He let instinct take over, starting to thrust in and out of you, your tight, silky heat making his eyes roll inside his head

"Fuck! Oh god… oh my god… you feel…" He panted, amazed, handsome face scrunching in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth slack, "Fuck, you feel so good!" 

You wanted to reply, to tell him how amazing he felt too, every inch of his thick hard cock stretching you just right. Every ridge, every vein sending shocks of pleasure to your body until you couldn't see straight. You could feel you peak already building, with every delicious drag.

"More… Peter, please… more" 

How could he say no, when you were begging so prettily in his ear, hand tugging at his curls making it hurt so good? He picked up his pace, hips slapping against yours. Over, and over, and over… 

You were still on fire, every inch of your skin alight, exploding in sensation but it didn't burn anymore. Now it was a simmering warmth, making everything sharper, more intense. Better than anything you had ever felt before. He was better than anything you had felt before. 

And Peter was lost in you, in your moans, in your body, in your cunt. In the way you were taking him, consuming him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, changing the angle, letting him reach deeper, bury himself almost to the hilt. Your blunt nails digging into his back until he smelt blood. 

He fucking loved it, love the idea of carring your marks even after this was over. He knew he wanted you to wear his. 

His lips found your neck almost of their own accord, sucking and nibbling until the sounds leaving your throat were nothing short of pornographic, the wanton whines and moans resonating in the room until he was sure Bruce and Tony could hear them all the way to the lab. 

"Yes, scream for me baby girl, let them know how good I'm fucking you" Peter didn't know where it was coming from, that arrogance, that… possesivenes. He knew you weren't really his. It was the pollen, you would never be doing this otherwise. And he probably wasn't that good, it was his first time after all. 

But your cries, the way your whole body was trembling under his, were giving him confidence. 

"Oh god… you're coming for me, aren't you? You gonna come on my cock?" 

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, and he almost fell on top of you taken by surprise by the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock for the first time ever, triggering his own release. But he didn't have time to recover before you croaked a weak but firm, 

"More" 

He met your eyes, stunned, but all he found there was assurance and passion. 

He turned around on the small bed so it was you the one on top. 

"Ride me" 

You didn't need to be told twice, straightening on top of him, rising slightly on your knees only to let yourself fall back down, impaling yourself on his dick. He licked his lips, looking like a king with a hand behind his head, gazing up at you through hooded eyes. 

"Show me"

"What?" 

He gestured towards the mini skirt you forgot you were still wearing. 

"Lift up that pretty skirt, and let me see how good you take my cock" 

A little whine left your mouth at his words, and you did as you were told, never stopping your bouncing motions.

It worked as Peter imagined it would, his softening cock coming to life again as he watched it disappear inside you. 

"Look at that" he whispered, almost in awe, "such a beautiful pussy, looks so pretty, stuffed full of my cock…" 

You picked up your rhythm, a little unstable on shaky legs, both hands still holding the fabric up and out of the way.

"Peter…" you whimpered. 

"What do you need, baby girl? I told you, anything you want is yours… I'm yours" 

You moaned, incapable to find the words. Thinking was impossible, speaking was inconceivable, not with him still between your legs.

He bucked his hips, 

"Uh!" 

"That what you want, princess?" He smirked, smug, "Like it better when I give it to you?"

You nodded, shamelessly, your legs burning with the effort but stopping was not an option. He sat up on the bed, enveloping you with his arms, thrusting up into you faster, deeper…

You felt the head of his cock stab your cervix, and he must have felt it too, because he groaned, eyes glazing over. 

"Can you feel me? Feel how deep I am?"

"Yes" You hissed.

"Gonna come like this…" He took hold of your hips, bringing you down hard as he thrusted up, "come so deep inside you… mark you… from the inside" 

You could feel it approaching fast, the pleasure he was inflicting on you too much, too soon. 

"Fill you up so good…"

"Yes"

"Until it's gushing out of you… and then… gonna fuck you again…"

"Yes!"

"Come inside you again… make you my little cumslut…"

"Yes! Please… please give it to me"

He could feel you tense around him again,

"What do you need, princess?"

"Your come" You screamed, "Give me your come, Peter!"

"Fuck! My pretty little slut… take it… Take it!"

And you did.

…

You passed out somewhere between rounds five and six, utterly sated and exhausted, but Peter couldn't sleep, terrified of the moment you woke up, all the pollen consumed, the spell broken. He knew it wasn't real, but for a few hours, he had been happy, pretending you truly did love him, wanted him, as he had loved and wanted you since the first time he had seen you, all that time ago, the day mister Stark had entered the lab with you in tow, announcing Peter that he had a new lab partner. 

He was running his fingers softly up and down your naked back, a barely there caress, watching you sleep, relaxed and happy, when he heard the buzzing coming from your lab coat, long forgotten on the floor near the bed. He took it out and saw Tony’s name lighting up the scream.

He slid to pick up.

“Fucking finally! Y/n, where the hell are you?!”

“Mister Stark, it’s me” He whispered his reply, as not to wake you up.

“Peter! Thank God! What happened? Please tell me you didn’t-“

“Sorry, Mister Stark,” Peter interrupted him, “We kinda did…”

“Shit! Please, Peter, please tell me you kids used protection!”

“Uh…”

Tony left out another loud curse at the other side of the line.

“Where are you? Y/n did something to Friday and now it won’t tell me where you are in the tower. You still in the tower right? I need the both of you to come to the lab right now” Tony was talking a mile a minute and Peter knew something very bad, not of the good was going on.

“Why?”

“Because,” Tony’s voice was frantic as he tried to explain the gravity of the situation, “That pollen thing? That’s not an aphrodisiac like we thought, it’s a fertility treatment. It messes your hormones and hers up with every fluid exchange! Like an artificial heath”

Peter turned to look at you, peacefully asleep, curling up to his side, blissfully unaware of anything and everything going on outside that bed.

And maybe it was the alien substance fucking up his brain, maybe he was the one fucked up, all by himself, but the mental image of you, round with his child, sleeping like that next to him every night? It wasn’t half as horrifying as Tony seemed to think it was.

After all, the girl of his dreams was finally his, and a baby would guarantee she would remain his, forever.

“You know what, Mister Stark? I have to go now. Talk to you tomorrow…”

“What? No, kid, don’t hang up on me! Peter Parker I swear-…”

Tony Stark heard the line go dead.

The end.