#there are AMAZING things hiding in my files i can assure u and i hope u enjoyed this little pick off the spice rack

[partyinthemysterymachine]

📝for the wip game?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

(WIP game!!)

oh you'd like that, wouldn't you. 😏 pushes up sleeves. let's see what's in my files

looks like we got some -adjacent here, folks!!! YEEHAW

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Harry smiled as he stroked James’s hair. 

“You beautiful man,” he told him so quietly. “Do you have any idea how wonderful it is to love you?”

His unbelievably exquisite, cherished green eyes opened to slits, then directed his heavy-lidded gaze up to his partner. “I can hazard a guess.”

Harry smirked and ruffled his hair. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. I actually woke up a little while ago.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Just wanted to cuddle?”

“Yeah.”

He fixed the golden mop of hair. “You’re cute. I guess.” James grunted and tucked his head in to the crevice of Harry’s side and the blanket. 

A moment later they both got a little surprise. Harry placed his hand on his girth and James’s head rose from its would-be resting place, transfixed on his husband’s large belly. 

“It kicked.”

“Yeah, I know. It kicked me in the head.” He glanced at Harry when he laughed. 

“Aw, they were just saying h— oh. Feisty today. — hey!”

James settled his hand on the last place the tiny foot had complained. To his delight, his palm was met by another jab; he rubbed the spot with utmost affection. “Hi, little one.”

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:3c!!!!!!

ok and now for some diversity: fnaf security breach ft. my own designs for Moon :)

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YEAH CAN I GET A UHHHHHHHHH HOLIDAY BARBIE // SRY BARBIE MACHINE BROKE // FUCK U MONTY (<- literally what it's called in Notes lmao)

“For the second time, I’ll give you the watch if—“

“For the second time, what?! C’mon, Moonman! I can’t hear ya; either get closer, or speak up.”

“I can’t turn up my volume, Gator - I’m at max. You need your hearing sensitivity fixed.”

“Then lower your line a little more, I can’t make hide or hair. We gotta do this every time?”

“You heard me say that, so what’s the problem?”

“I heard half of it, which was enough to know what you were yappin’ about. We have this talk all the time, we might as well have it prerecorded!”

“Feh. If you promise not to grab or yank me, I’ll get closer.”

“When have I ever yanked you?”

“Oh, you’re going to play innocent, now, are you? You want footage, Monty? I’ve got f—“

“Wouldja get down here so we can have a normal conversation? For once??”

“.. fine. Prima donna..”

The robotic alligator standing on the floor watched elegance donned in purple climb the strong curtains to the top. Soon after, the spidery mass of fabric and glow came easing, belly-down in its red silk sling again, lower and lower until their faces were inches from each other. Monty snorted a cold burst of dense, hydraulic hair through his immobile metal nostrils directly into his colleague’s sculpted plate and drape of his regal, violet hood. 

“Hi.”

“Hi. Is this better for you, my liege?”

“It’ll do, jester. Now, what were you sayin’ about a watch?”

“I’ve got a ‘63 Rolex with your name on it if you can give me the Holiday Barbie you found the other day.”

His mechanical mug seemed to frown. “What Holiday Barbie?”

The partially obscured, crescent-moon face didn’t move, but the droop of a charcoal grey eyelid over the purple galaxy swirl the robot had for an eye made his displeasure known. “You twit. What did you do with the Holiday Barbie?”

“What Holiday Barbie?!” Monty asked again, spreading his arms. “Barbies are Barbies, Moonman! They all look the same to me.”

The light-projected eye rolled in its LED screen socket. “She had on a burgundy and gold dress, bore red hair, and wore candy cane stockings,” Moony described, impatiently. “She’s the Holiday Barbie from four years ago. Do you still have her?”

Monty thoughtfully perched his bulky, taloned fingers on his stout jaw. “Hrm, she rings a bell.. Iiiiii dunno, though. Lemme see the watch, first - maybe it’ll help me remember if I still got ‘er.”

The hanging animatronic’s slim, dark-lit arms folded in the air beneath his chest. “Work with me, Monty.”

“You don’t even have the watch on ya, do ya?”

“You don’t have the Barbie on you, do you? No - you don’t. We’re working on honor right now.”

“Eeeehh..” Monty grumbled, sneaking a look over his shoulder to check for his wandering band members. Coast was still clear. He peered sidelong at the Daycare Attendant past the gold-rimmed frame of his star-shaped sunglasses. “What condition is it in?”

“Upper scale of ‘great’; seemed whoever had it, took good care of it.”

“Does it work?”

It was incredible how a partially-obscured, immobile face and one color-swirled eye could call him stupid, but that’s what it did - and it did it VERY loudly. “Yes, Monty,” replied the patronizing whisper of the Plex’s nap time overseer. “It works great.”

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and last but not least (sorry idk how to follow directions)....... whatever the fuck this is (actually i know whatever the fuck it is but do NOT--)

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He enjoyed the walk quite immensely. It was refreshing; better yet, no one seemed to be about. All the better! When he arrived to the cafe, the atmosphere was quaint and sleepy, and his coffee was retrieved quick. Dobie found himself a wonderful spot beneath a tree, half in the sun, with its shade being ideal for the passing hours. Placing his book and coffee down on the little wrought iron table, Dobie scraped the matching chair over, sat down, and propped his feet up on the table’s ornate iron rungs. Crossing his ankles and snuggling in, he then plucked the pen from its nest in his hair, opened his book, and thumbed to the page awaiting his genius. 

The coffee steamed. Its aromatic vapors danced and swayed chiffon ribbons in the weather like fog rising off a black lake in the white ceramic mug, gradually cooling to a temperature his tongue could handle. 

Everything was great. 

He got down to work. 

“Heya, Dobie!”

The old man blinked, then squinted up at the newcomer that hadn’t been invited. A white wolf, senior in age (with possibly an upwards of eight years on the lifespan of his own), stood at the other side of the table, beaming bright. Dobie frowned. 

Oh, great. Dobie groaned a low ‘ooohhhmm’ under his breath, and glanced at his coffee. He’d forgotten all about it until now. Since he was interrupted from The Zone anyway, he picked it up and took a sip. It was lukewarm, but Dobie didn’t mind; he was a fan of coffee, whether the drink be hot or cooled. He gulped, and sighed.

“Hi, Frank.”

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listen,

[thefanficmonster]

Unlucky

Part 2: ‘Lucky Me’

Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Corpse decides to email back a person who has sent him quite a few creepy stories. She never seems to run out of scary encounters of both sorts: paranormal and stranger-danger. He gets suspicious that the stories are all made up so she can grab his attention, but he’s in for a surprise.

U/N - username

Requested: No

Corpse’s POV

I’m looking through my most recent emails from fans. They are all of scary encounters they’ve allegedly experienced. By now, I’ve read so many, it’s easy to decipher which are real and which are just made up nonsense. Some, I must admit, give me chills. Big props to the people who write those, especially if they are made up. If you can make someone’s skin crawl with your twisted, frightening imagination, you have one, for lack of a better term and in the most positive way, fucked up mind.

My cursor lands on the familiar username I see almost every other week. U/N. They have been sending stories consistently for about three years now. They, and I’m saying they cause you can never be sure who’s hiding behind the username, are either the most unlucky person to walk the planet or the one with most twisted imagination and story telling skills. I’ll admit, sometimes I narrate a story just because it’s well written. Believability is not the only thing I go by, I also reward creativity. And this person, U/N, has had their spot in many of my videos in the last three years. I’m honestly hoping they are made up, or at least some of them, because not only are there too many of them, but none of them fail to give me that eerie paranoia after I read them or the chills while I read them.

Once again, they have submitted a downright terrifying story. It would be a shame if I didn’t narrate it.

It would be a shame if I....

If I never actually meet them.

This many run-ins with people with malicious intent, always getting away by some miracle, what if they one day don’t make it out alive to tell it.

My heart sinks a little at the thought. I feel like I know this person, like we’ve known each other for three years now. They know the things the whole internet knows about me, and I, along with my regular watchers, know their stories. That’s by no means enough, now that I think about it.

My next action is really out of character for me. I decide to reach out to them. My fingers fly over the buttons on my keyboard too fast for my rational side to try and stop them. Deep down, I know I’m doing the rightest wrong thing I’ve ever done. My previously sunk heart is now in its assigned spot again, beating quickly.

You don’t know what you’re doing

I maybe don’t, but knowing isn’t what’s important right now. I just wanna do it.

~ Hey, this is probably, what, your twentieth story so far. I’m just curious, how many of these are made up? By the way, your stories are amazing and I’ll probably keep narrating them even if they aren’t real. They’re just that good.

I send the email before I can talk myself out of it. I get up from my chair immediately afterwards, putting as much distance between me and the computer as possible, silently promising myself I won’t be checking my mail every five minutes.

Y/N’s POV

I anxiously refresh and refresh my email inbox, waiting for the dreaded email back from my professor. Being halfway through the college experience, I know how tough this professor’s class is and how much I suck at it. I sent him my completed assignment last night, barely making the deadline mind you, so now I’m sweating hardcore, staring my computer screen down.

After refreshing for the millionth time, I’m met with a new email which makes my heart stop for a second or two, my stomach dropping. Then I take the time to read the sender’s name, the subject and the first sentence of the email, and all the previous changes in me reverse. My heartbeat picks up speed, going faster than a galloping horse and my stomach turns, making me feel the sensation everyone calls ‘butterflies’.

Nah, man. This shit ain’t real. It can’t be.

But then again, what if it is. What if I’m about to full-on ignore my favorite youtuber because of my paranoia. Well, it’s not exactly unsupported. My life has been a shit show of unfortunate event and situations I’ve literally had to claw my way out of in order to stay alive. Now, when something of the sort happens, it’s just another weekday. However, I still wanna share these encounters. Not only because they are proof of the dangers girls have to deal with on a daily basis, but they also get narrated by one of my favorite people ever. What more can a girl ask for?

~ Listen, I’m really not looking forward to getting catfished. Please leave me alone

It’s short, not sweet, and to the point. It’s easy to understand, and it clearly states that I’m not falling for it if it’s a scam, but if it’s real....someone call 911 cause I think I’ll faint.

~ I get it, you have trust issues. But that’s understandable. From the creepy guy messaging you on all your social media. To the stalker you had from you high school, or even that teacher that turned out to not be a teacher at all and just a pedo, I see where the lack of trust is coming from. But I assure you, they only thing I wanna do is chat.

The shock and happiness overwhelm me when the reply arrives not even ten minutes later. 

Holy shit, this is him.

I start typing and then erase the typed half-sentence at least three times before receiving another email from him. From Corpse Husband. Corpse freaking Husband. How the fuck am I supposed to compose myself enough to reply to him, let alone sound cool and leave a good impression.

My hand shakes as I click the newly received email.

~ You probably don’t know what to say. Either that or you just don’t wanna talk to me. If you’re just baffled and surprised, reply with your name. If you want me to fuck off, ignore this email completely.

The smile I didn’t realize was there grows into a grin as small bursts of laughter escape me. Laughter caused by disbelief and shock. The type of laugh you let out when you score a good mark on the test you thought you completely fucked up.

~ Y/N. My name’s Y/N. 

PS: The stories are all 100% real. All happened. In the order I sent them too. And before you ask, I guess I’m just unlucky, but you are proving me wrong right now.

I don’t know where that confidence at the end came from, but I don’t care really. All that matters is that this might just actually be happening and it might be the best thing to ever happen to me.

~ Man, you’ve had it rough. Tell me, is there an easier way to access you than email. Like Insta DMs? I feel we have a lot to talk about and email is not the most convenient.

At this point, it feel so much like a fever dream that I decide to treat it as though it is. I just go with the flow.

~ Yeah, but first.....am I really not being catfished right now?

The email I receive as a reply to this message is empty of text but there’s a file attached. Not gonna lie, I am a bit hesitant to open it, but I decide that if this turns bad, I’ll just have to deal with it. In the meantime, I’ll believe it’s not a scam.

It’s an audio file: “No, Y/N, you are not being catfished.”

That voice. That god damn voice. It could convince me of anything. 

And now it’s convinced me into believing him. And finally letting out that squeal I was holding back before sending him my Instagram username.

[getmespidey]

Baby Steps 2.

Warning: S M U T (will be between *** so you can skip if you’d like)

NOTE - So sorry it took me forever to post this!

part 1.

(I’m working on making a masterlist)

To say you were scared was an understatement, but you also had to admit to being a coward. You spent the whole week avoiding Peter and using the end of the semester as an excuse. You could see he was starting to worry, but not even that was getting to you. This last week you bought three types of pregnancy tests and had the courage to try none. You’d spend hours in the bathroom just looking at them and every time you did, you wanted to cry.

It never crossed your mind of an actual baby coming into the picture and you’d bet neither did Peter. Your relationship wasn’t that old. Three years was not that much, or maybe for some people it was, but not for you. Plus, it was a crazy time with Peter being now an Avenger and you studying to - maybe, hopefully - become a teacher. It wasn’t as glamorous as being an avenger that’s for sure, but it had been your dream for a long time.

You’ve always felt very judged by what you wanted to do with your life, because from the school you came from everyone wanted something big and what you actually wanted was, a lot of times, frowned upon. All they thought about was ‘how can you waste all of your talent?! You’re a genius, so you should do genius things.’ Not true.

Few people ever got you and Peter was always one of them. And he was the one person you didn’t want to lose. Ever. It felt so bad trying to hide something from him while you didn’t even know for sure what it was. It could be nothing. You hoped it was nothing. You couldn’t derail Peter’s life like this, you didn’t want to change your life’s plan like this. For the near future you wanted to graduate, find a job, travel... anything but a baby. 

You handed in your last paper to your professor and now you were free to go. Vacation time, or so it could have been. Peter and you weren’t really speaking and the thing is it was all your fault for pushing him away every chance you had this last week.

Walking out of college your phone rang. It was Tony.

“Hey.” You answered distracted trying to find the keys to your car.

“Hey, kid. So I was wondering when are you coming home?”

“I’m getting in the car now. Why?”

“I’m ordering food and wanted to know if you’d join us.” You noticed he sounded weird. Like he wasn’t sure of what he was saying and that was very off character for Tony.

“Who’s us?” you knew most of the Avengers were away doing god knows what, so that didn’t leave many options.

“I think it’s gonna be just me, you and Pete tonight. Pepper just left for Milan.” he said and actually sounded kind of mellow talking about Pepper.

You held tighter to the steering wheel as you sat inside the car. You had been so distant to, not only Peter, but everyone else. You didn’t even know Pepper was leaving. The guilt was slowly taking over you and you had to swallow the lump that was forming.

“Yeah, whatever you boys want to eat. I’ll be home in a few minutes.”

~

Tony looked over to where Peter was messing with some files on the new upgrades to the Spider-Man suit. He didn’t know what was happening with both of you, but it was starting to worry him. Peter looked sad and tired, you were distant and maybe afraid. He was very observant, but specially with you and Peter.

“Y/N is coming home now. I’m going to order something so we can eat together, sounds good?” He said sitting down next to Peter.

Peter tensed at the mention of your name. He wanted to help you with whatever was going on, but he didn’t really know how. Every time he tried getting close to you, you’d push him away saying you were too occupied or tired. There was always a reason for you to push him away, so after a few frustrated tries he just gave up and spent his time training or at the labs with Tony and Bruce. That way he hoped things wouldn’t get worse.

“You know, avoiding the situation is not going to help. If you want to work things out you have to talk to her eventually.” Tony said throwing a dirty hand towel at Peters head.

“But I don’t even know what we have to work at. She’s the one pushing me away and I don’t even know why.”

Tony let out a little laugh at how nervous Peter looked. “Kid, calm down. It’s likely she was stressed with her semester. Try talking to her tonight, but don’t over do it. Be chill.”

Peter just stared back straight faced.

“Pepper is a saint.”

“I can assure you she isn’t.” Tony said with a smirk that made Peter turn around not able to face his mentor. “Just handle it slowly, alright?”

Peter just nodded and gathered his things heading out of the lab.

~

You walked into your shared room with Peter and saw some of his work left unattended at the desk. Going through it you remembered his smart he is and how you were always so proud of him. It filled your heart with a warmth you desperately needed. Even if you were completely afraid of what the future had for you, you knew there would be no better father than Peter Parker.

You put your phone to charge and sat down on your bed waiting for Peter to leave the shower. You smiled, cause sometimes you were able to hear a soft melody coming from the bathroom and you knew he was singing something quietly to himself.

Looking around you saw how perfectly balanced your shared room was. It had bits and pieces of the both of you. From the decoration all the way to the mess. It was just like what you pictured what you wanted when you visualized home. It always had Peter.

The sound of the door opening made you pay attention to a very naked Peter. He was drying his hair with his towel when he noticed you in the room. He smiled shyly. It took a long time for the both of you to feel comfortable with situations like this. It was a lot exposed outside a sexual situation, but now it was almost natural.

“Hey. How was your day?” He asked as he got dressed.

“It was okay. I handed the last paper today so just two more days ‘til all my grades are up. I also volunteered to tutor some kids during summer vacation for the high school for extra credit.” You smiled at him. This was probably the longest you’ve talked to him all week and he noticed. His smile was big and bright.

“That’s awesome. You’ll do great, they’ll love you.” He said as he bent down to kiss you.

You both sat down to play some video games while you waited for the food to arrive. He didn’t beat you by two kills and he vowed to get a rematch before Sam came back from wherever he went. He couldn’t lose his high score like that.

You teased him and something made you feel like things may be okay after all.

During dinner Tony would try to arrange a small get together once the team was all back. He wanted to take the team to that same house Peter took you on the Hamptons.

“That would be great. I miss that house.” You said while you were eating out of the Chinese take out box.

Something in the food was a little off, but you didn’t mind. It tasted weird, but it could be that you weren’t as hungry as you had thought.

Tony soon left to deal with some business things leaving you and Peter alone to clean up. While you did the dishes he cleaned everything else.

“Hey, wanna play some pool?” He asked wrapping his arms around you and pushing just lightly his hips into your ass.

You looked back as you were drying the counters.

“I know this game.” You said.

“Pool? Yeah, I know.”

“Yeah... pool.” You said matching his mischevious smile.

You both made your way to the games room and got ready.

He was amazing at the game and you knew you’d always lose. He had his senses and he just couldn’t shut them down so he was clearly better than you.

Since you would always lose you used your own tactics. You’d bend down almost laying down on the table and put your ass up in the air. You’d pull at your shirt so your boobs were jumping out at him.

He got the message and wanted to finish this game fast. So when it was your last turn he came up behind you.

“You look a little tense, babe.” He said as he wrapped his hands around you. His other hand came to your pool ace and he put his hand on top of yours making a small obscene gesture. You laughed under your breath.

“I suppose you could make me a little less tense.” You said hitting your ball and missing. He smiled and you turned around practiacally jumping him and he caught you with ease.

His hands on your ass layed you down on the pool table.

“This is dangerous. You know there are cameras all over this place. We should go to our room.” He said kissing your neck.

You pulled his shirt up and he took it off without a problem.

“I think this is fun.”

“We’d traumatize FRIDAY.” He smiled softly.

“I think Tony did that for us a long time ago.” You laughed at his face. He hated talking about Tony like this.

“You’re crazy.” He kissed you hard. “FRIDAY, is the coast clear all the way to my room?”

A second later “All clear, Mr. Parker.”

He held you up by your ass and you wrapped your legs on him making sure to move a little creating your own pressure.

***

Arriving to your room was easy and Peter didn’t even lose his breath carrying you two floors up. He slammed the door so hard that had it not been reinforced it would be laying on the ground now.

You laughed at his face like maybe someone would come out to the room to check on them. And maybe that would have happened, but Tony would never come down to their room because of a slammed door.

You pushed Peter to the bed and took two steps back to take off your shirt revealing to him your black bra. You were taking your hands to your jeans when you felt Peter behind you. His hands held you, one lightly on your neck to keep you in place and the other took one of your bra straps and pulled it down. Your nipple already hard as he started playin with it. His mouth to your neck marking you.

You moaned as his hand worked you over your jeans harder. He held you with more pressure and you felt how wet you were becoming. Your smell took over the room and he was loving it.

He took you to the bed and layed you down. Going down your body he licked both nipples and worked on getting your jeans and underwear off. Now you were naked in front of him and he still wore his pants.

You pointed at his pants with a demending smile. “Off. Now.”

And he obliged as he was now naked in front of you for the second time. He kissed you and you had your hands on his hard member and his hands were on your back and nipples.

“I want you to fuck me.” You said out of breath.

He smiled and he layed you down and he kissed your neck, nipples as he sucked and flicked his tongue rapidly around them making you push your chest up to his face and pulling his hair. He reached your soaking core and he pushed your knees apart and set each of them on his shoulders and he dived. He licked and sucked and eventually his tongue worked only at your clit as he introduced two fingers inside of you.

You half moaned half screamed at how good and fast it was. He wasn’t leaving you time to process once he picked up speed and curled his fingers to reach your G spot it was like an out of body experience. Everything ended up being too much. You felt your toes curl and your tights wanting to close to keep Peter where he was, so that he would never stop. Your hands grabbed the sheets and pulled with great force.

“Let go, babe.” He said as you choked in your breath and reached you high.

He still had his tongue and fingers in you while you rode out the orgasm. You tried catching your breath as Peter looked at you. He smiled and brought his hand up to his face. It was shining with how wet it was and he put his two middle fingers in his mouth moaning at the taste.

“I’ll never get over how much I love this.” He said in a low voice.

He layed down next to you kissing your body lightly. You were very sensitive to touch and he knew to bring you back slowly. It started with small kisses and grew slowly to him on top of you sucking your nipples ‘till you were hot again.

You sat up and pulled him to a kiss while your hands pumped his hard member. He groaned and you layed him down and kissed all the way down to the top of him. You licked from base to head and took him in to the back of your throat. You hollowed out your mouth to increase preassure and he grabbed your hair. You used one of your hands to pump him base while your head when up and down.

Looking up you could see he had his mouth open and his eyes fixed on you. His hand would sometimes push your head a little further down, but not enough to make you gag. You cupped his balls and that almost felt like too much.

He pulled you up and kissed you roughly. There was love, but also an intense urgency to feel everything. To take and to give. This was what your sex had become, a mix of fucking and love.

He layed you down still kissing you.

“I want to be in you. You and your mouth were making that very hard.” He said while he put on a condom. You didn’t know if it was necessary, but it could do no harm just to be sure.

He positioned himself and while kissing you he pushed himself into you. His pace started slow and soon began to pick up. Your chest and his would brush with each thurst and your nipples would only get harder.

You would gasp each time he would thrust with a little more force. He held your throat choking you just a little. He knew you liked it a little tougher at times.

“(Y/n).” He moaned your name loudly as he rode you faster.

You felt the warmth build up inside of you so you pushed him a little and he understood. Peter lifted you and turned you so you were on all four. He pushed your legs apart and positioned himself once again.

He kissed your back and pushed himself in. Your hands held onto the backboard of the bed. Peter used his web shooters to hold your hands in place. You looked back at him and he slapped your ass and you shrieked. He did it a few more times as he pushed in rough and fast.

You felt the warmth grow again and faster.

“Peter...” you moaned his name losing the strength to hold yourself up. Your tied hands held you in place, but Peter showed his thrusts to free you and you fell face first on the mattress. One of your hands reached your lest nipple and the other to your clit. You stimulated yourself until you felt you were just on the edge. Peter knew you were close due to how you moaned and hitched your breath.

“Harder.” You cried out loud as Peter slapped your ass and thrusted like never before.

You reached your high and Peter never loosened his grip or slowed his thrusts. He kept at it until he reached his high and you were too weak to hold yourself.

***

Both of you were laying down a mess in bed.

“I love you.” He said while he played with your hair.

You felt overwhelmed with love and adoration. It was something that meant the world to you. You hugged him tight and he hugged you back.

You stayed like this for a long time.

This was your happy place. Where you were most at peace. In your room, in his arms.

Peter soon after fell asleep.

You stood up with care as not to disturb him and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you remembered what you had promised yourself you’d do. So you gathered the courage. You stuffed one of the tests in your robe pocket and made your way to the kitchen. You had to drink a lot of water now.

While you were there you kept thinking of how your night was going. It was blissful. Peter and you had gone somewhat back to what it was before you froze him out. It felt like you were whole again and just knowing that may all change in a few minutes made you sick to your stomach. How would you deal if it came back positive? How would you break the news to Peter? The team? Your parents?

You were starting to panic and if you stayed like this you’d chicken out again.

Making your way to the guest bathroom you locked yourself in. No going back now.

You peed and waited as the test sat face down. 

Walking around the silent room made you feel a little on edge. This was not how you wanted things to go. You were not ready to be a mom and Peter was not ready to be a dad no matter how much you knew he’d make a great one. That was a thought for like, maybe, five years from now. 

You were about to cry when you heard a knock at the door.

“(y/n) are you in there?” Peters voice came heavy with his sleep.

“Yeah. I’ll be out in just a minute.” you said trying to hide the fact that you were about to have a major breakdown.

He noticed of course and tried to push his way inside the room, but the door was locked.

“(y/n) let me in. What’s wrong?” He sounded worried.

“It’s nothing... Just give me a minute.” you couldn’t hold back and started to cry as he hit the door. This was going so wrong. 

As you started to cry louder he hit the door harder and when the door finally gave in and opened you were sitting on the floor with the test behind you so he wouldn’t see it right away. He looked worried and confused.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again.

“I can’t do this.” you said crying louder than ever.

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We are the same; Bucky x teen reader

Alright guys like I promised here is request #2 that I received from an anon who wanted a Bucky barnes x teen reader. Now be warned there is hints of parental neglect, some swearing and it’s not a bad warning but the rest of the story goes into Bucky’s POV so I hope that’s alright with everyone and if not *shows you the door and gives u the boot* Also there’s STAR WARS refrences so I do NOT own SW or the Avengers, they belong to Disney/Marvel/Lucas Films. Anyways that’s all the warnings for now. Hope u all enjoy my lovelies ;)

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I didn’t know how it happened but it happened all so fast.  I was sold to Hydra for drinking money by my own abusive parents and for years I was subjected to testing like an animal.  No in fact I am an animal.  Hydra wanted to combine human and animal DNA to create a monster that could take down an entire army and kill a thousand men.

My name is (y/n) and they call me Beast-girl, the ability to change into any animal alive or extinct.  And my life was a living hell that I barely felt any life in my anymore. 

Until they came. 

Explosions came from outside the base, the alarms were blaring so loudly they made my sensitive ears bleed, and next thing I knew, I was taken by some of the scientists to be “terminated”.  I was strapped to a table and given a paralyzing serum so that I couldn’t fight back then just before they gave me “the death” serum, the doors were busted open and a shield came flying in as well as guns firing.

As my vision was going in and out, I saw a man with dark brown hair and the deepest blue eyes standing over me trying to talk to me but thanks to the serum I could barely hear his voice.  Then my vision went black due to hunger and dehydration.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a bed with needles in my arm.  Thinking I was being drugged again, I tried to take them out but I was stopped by a metal hand and he assured me that these were good drugs to counteract the ones I’ve been given for years.

I knew who he was once I got a clearer picture of him.  It was the Winter Soldier, the prized soldier that Hydra always spoke of.  They hoped one day they could’ve had us work together that was until the fall at Washington DC and they lost their prized weapon.

He assured me that I was going to be alright and that I was safe now.  That I was never going to go back to that horrible place again.

*Bucky’s POV*

It’s been over a month since we had saved (y/n) and I have been paying very careful attention to her.  I was in the same spot as she was when Steve found me three years ago but poor (y/n) was acting even worse than I was.  She always looked so frail, so fragile like a broken kitten.  

As I read more on her file, it broke my heart even more to see that she had never been given a single bit of love in her entire life, not just from Hydra but her parents as well.

I mean who the hell would ever sell their child to an organization like Hydra for drinking money no less!?  I hoped that those bastards drank themselves to death, if not then I’ll hunt them down myself and put them out myself.

Currently the rest of the team and I were just casually hanging around the living room watching some movie that I was barely paying attention to because I had seen (y/n) come down in the form of a cat trying to find something to eat.  I watched as she turned back to her normal human form and saw her sneak into the cabinet and pull out a bag of chips that I’ve noticed she always goes to, assuming those are her favorite out of all the chip bags we have (and I kid you not, we have a shit ton of chips).

She then turned back into a cat and took off the opposite way back towards her room.  I looked at her with empathy when I heard Sam’s voice say.

“Yo Vanilla Ice whatcha starin at?”

“(Y/n) came down just now”.

“And we missed it? Damn that girl is more of a ninja than you were” exclaimed Tony.  I glared at him and Steve getting the message slapped Tony in the back of the head as well as Natasha for being offensive.

“This isn’t a joke Tony!” snapped Natasha. “What (y/n) has been through both before and during Hydra is no laughing matter, be thankful that your parents at least cared about you”.  That got Tony to shut up then Steve turned to me and said.

“What are you thinking?” I sighed deeply and said.

“I don’t know”.

 Later that night I was laying on my bed in my Brooklynn apartment, rattling my brain thinking on how I could start to break the ice with (y/n).  I wanted to break the ice with her slowly because I know that suddenly coming onto her would traumatize her further and she doesn’t need that suffering anymore.

Suddenly an idea came to me. 

The next day after going on my daily morning run with Steve and Chocolachino I was the only one left in the kitchen because I wanted to wait for (y/n) to come down which she always did whenever we came back and then would enter the kitchen as soon as we had our quick breakfast.

I then saw her hiding behind the wall of the kitchen but as soon as I turned around, she hide back further against the wall. I then took the soda can I had sitting out and as soon as I opened it, the fizz came spurting out like a volcano all over me as well as the counters and the floor.  If this wouldn’t work then I’m gonna kill myself for it but I soon heard the sound of soft laughter coming from behind the wall.

It was (y/n). And she was laughing as well as smiling.  Aww she had a cute laugh too, kinda reminds me of my sister Becky’s laugh in a way.

“Well now that we’ve managed to break the ice a bit why don’t you come over here and help me clean this up before Stark kills me”. She was hesitant at first but I assured her, “I won’t hurt you (y/n), I promised you that no one was ever gonna hurt you while you were here and I’m sticking to that, so come on come here”. Finally she stepped out from the shadows and cautiously walked towards me and I handed her a bunch of paper towels to help me clean up the kitchen. 

Every day after that, I made it my soul mission to make (y/n) smile at least once a day.  If not by making a fool of myself, then by pranking Sam or Scott which really got her laughing.

After trying to learn how to do some lightsaber moves with a bow staff and hitting myself a few times, I really got her giggling and I even got her to finally talk to me.

“Why do you do that?” Her voice was so quiet and shy anyone else who would’ve heard her, would’ve just brushed it off as the AC running but I didn’t.  So I answered her.

“Do what?”

“Make those noises, that’s not what a bow staff is for”.

“I know, I was just pretending it was a Lightsaber”.

“A what?”

“A Lightsaber, Steve and I just saw the recent Star Wars movie for the fifth time and everytime I see those things light up…..ohh I get chills”.  I looked at her and told her, “You haven’t seen any of the movies yet have you?” She looked down shamefully and I assured her, “It’s okay, hey how about we skip training for today and you and I have ourselves a Star Wars day hmm?”

“But…..but Natasha she’ll….”

“I’ll take care of Nat okay, I’m also one of your teachers and I say you need a day off, plus I could use another Star Wars movie buddy besides Steve, sometimes he still gets lost with it”.  I then led her out of the gym and the two of us got comfortable in my room and we began to watch Star Wars from the very beginning starting with the originals.

Turns out (y/n) freakin LOVED it as much as I did. And she was a fast learner with all the facts about each character and just like Steve and I were, she was shocked at the fact that Vader was Luke’s father.

By the end of the week, I took her to see “The Last Jedi” and by the end of it, we came in talking all about it in the secret code of Droid talk. I would do my best impersonation of R2 and she did an amazing BB8 imitation.

As the weeks went by, (y/n) was beginning to come out of her shell more and more around me but she was still a little hesitant around the rest of the team which I still understood.  At night, she would be screaming Bloody Mary due to Nightmares, but I was always the first one there to comfort her and bring her back to reality and not leave her side until morning.

I would then prepare her a good breakfast especially after a terrible nightmare because I knew having some comfort food after reliving the torture in your dreams can put so much weight on you and make you feel utterly miserable. 

One day as she and I were watching “A New Hope” together and quoting some of the lines, Steve came in and said I was needed for an emergency meeting regarding (y/n).  She looked at me and I told her to just keep watching the movie and that I would be back in five minutes.  I then followed Steve downstairs to the meeting room and saw the entire Avengers all sitting around looking at me.

“What’s going on here?” I asked.

“Well we’ve been noticing lately of how you and Lone Wolf have been getting along recently” stated Tony.

“You’re the only one who she seems to really like out of all of us, plus you’ve helped her in more ways than we ever could” said Natasha.

“We have come to a decision as a group that the best place for (y/n) isn’t with the Avengers, but with you Mr. Barnes” finished Vision.  I looked at all of them and said.

“With me?”

“Yeah I mean you’ve gotten that girl to talk hell you got her to laugh the moment you got her alone with you with that soda can gag while the rest of us couldn’t get as much as a glance of her”. Stated Sam. Steve then came up to me and said. 

“You and her both know what it’s like Buck. To be taken and twisted until you were what Hydra wanted you to be. Ever since she got here, I haven’t seen you this happy or determined to make a girl smile since your sister Rebecca”.

“Yeah….she reminds me of Becky every now and then” I stated with a soft smile.

“Both her and you are most happy around each other. You and her deserve each other, you draw strength from each other, you look out for her and I know that when she finds enough strength, she’ll do the same for you”.

“Thanks man, thank you all”.

“Take care of her Buck, and yourself as well”. I nodded to Steve then I took off back up the stairs to my room to see (y/n) still sitting there quoting the Princess Leia Obi-Wan message.  I stayed hidden for a bit until she finished and knocked alerting her of my presence.

“Hey (n/n) can I talk to yah real quick?”

“Sure what is it?” I then sat down beside her and told her.

“Well what the guys wanted to talk to me about is that we’ve decided where you’ll be staying at. So how would you feel like coming to live with me in Brooklyn?” She looked at me shocked and said.

“Live with you?”

“Yes but the final decision is all up to you. You can stay here in the Tower with the rest of the team, or you can come live with me”.  She looked at me and immediately hugged me tightly.  I was shocked at first but I relaxed and held her in my arms.

“I want to live with you Bucky”.

“Then live with me you shall, we’ll move your stuff to my place first thing in the morning”.  She cuddled into my chest and as the two of us continued watching Star Wars I heard her whisper as she was starting to fall asleep.

“I always wanted a brother”.  I smiled down at her and kissed her forehead and said to her.

“I promise to be the best brother you’ve ever had”.  I then held my sister in my arms until I too succumbed to the force that was sleep.