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hippiegoth97 · 3 months

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Relax: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You and Eddie masturbate together as you aren't ready to go all the way with him yet.

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, gay!eddie munson, gay!reader, male reader, grinding, mutual masturbation, use of the term 'queer', one use of the F-slur, mentions of homophobia/being in the closet, LGBTQ+ references, alcohol use, smoking

Word Count: 4k

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Relax

"Hey, babe? What do you wanna do tonight?" Eddie calls to you from the living room. You're currently standing in the bathroom, brushing your teeth at the sink. You'd gotten home from your shift at the pharmacy about two hours ago, and you called your boyfriend Eddie to spend the night with you in your apartment. He walks into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your bare torso. You'd only bothered to change into some pajama pants, it’s too warm for a shirt in this weather. Your A/C doesn't work too well, and Hawkins tends to be absolutely boiling in the middle of July. The heat doesn't seem to bother Eddie though, as he came over in ripped jeans and a muscle tee.

You bend over to spit out your toothpaste, rinsing the brush before setting it in a cup you keep by the sink. You turn around to face him, smiling warmly. "I dunno, darling. What would you like to do?" You speak lowly, leaning in for a kiss. Eddie smirks, gladly accepting your invitation. His lips are always so soft and plush, and despite the heat, the room suddenly feels much warmer. Your hands tangle in his hair, lightly tugging on it just the way he likes. He moans against you, biting your bottom lip so you'll allow his tongue access to dance with your own.

Eddie had met you at a metal show at the Hideout six months ago, you remember it like it was yesterday. It was supposed to be some local bands, nothing major. But you'd always liked how loud and invigorating metal music is, so you wanted to hear it in person. There weren't a ton of people there that night, maybe twenty others besides yourself. You were dressed for the occasion, though it wasn't your typical style. Ripped jeans, a Black Sabbath shirt, and some eyeliner was really all you managed to rustle up in time. You remember going to the bar to get a beer, and noticing a particularly handsome guy leaning against the counter on his elbows. "Come here often?" He asked, turning his head to look at you. You met his gaze, really taking a moment to look him over before speaking. He had long, curly hair, a battle vest layered over a beaten leather jacket, and a smile that could make the Devil himself blush like a schoolgirl. His eyes refused to leave yours, patiently waiting for you to respond.

"No, it's my first time here." You replied nervously, almost dropping your drink as the bartender handed it off to you.

"Ooh, a virgin, huh? Is it your first metal show too?" He spoke playfully, taking out a pack of smokes from his jacket. He gestured the box at you, but you waved him away. He just nodded, slipping a cigarette between his lips. He dug out a lighter from his jeans pocket, the yellow flame illuminating his face as he flicked it.

"Um...yeah." You tried to put on a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. He chuckled at your expression, taking a long drag before speaking again.

"Well, you picked a good night to pop that cherry. I know the crowd ain't much, but we sure know how to party." You laughed at his charming attitude, unaware of him inching himself closer to you. "What's your name, virgin?" He leaned in real close, his breath fanning over your neck to give you goosebumps. Your breathing picked up, your heart was pounding in your chest. You'd never had a man be so forward with you, especially in such a small town like this. You hadn't even come out to your parents, and here was this man, practically within kissing distance of you. He seemed to notice your discomfort, putting a hand on your shoulder in reassurance. "Relax, hot stuff. You're safe here, I know everyone in this place. Half of 'em are queers, and the other half either don't give a shit, or know they'll get their ass kicked if they pull something. I'm Eddie, by the way." He spoke directly into your ear, almost brushing against it with his lips.

"I'm Y/N, i-it's nice to meet you." You stuttered, and your cheeks lit up red soon after.

"Y/N, that's a cute name." He looked you up and down, taking in your cobbled-together ensemble. "Well, you've certainly dressed the part. C'mon, let's get closer to the stage. The show's starting soon." He patted your back, prompting you to start walking while putting his cig out in an ashtray. You stumbled at first, cursing under your breath at your lack of coordination. You soldiered on, getting as close as you could to the stage. You noticed the band setting up, watching them with intense curiosity. You saw the band's name prominently displayed on the drummer's kit, Corroded Coffin. You thought it was a pretty cool title, conjuring an interesting mental image. Eddie tapped you again, and your gaze snapped to him. "Hey, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere, okay?" He asked, seemingly itching to go somewhere. Maybe the restroom? You just nodded, letting him go. He gave you a wicked smile, before jumping up onto the stage and tossing his jackets to the side.

"Oh my god." You blurted out, luckily nobody heard you. But you quickly realized you'd just spent the last five minutes getting hit on by the lead singer from one of the bands you came to see that night. The small crowd cheered, and Eddie expertly slung his guitar over his shoulder. He leaned into the microphone, addressing the audience.

"How's everyone doin' tonight?" He asked, trying to hype everyone up. He was met with more cheers, and his eyes darted over to you. You awkwardly clapped for him, unable to lose his burning gaze. "Good to hear. We've got a newbie here tonight, a very hunky young man named Y/N." He pointed a finger in your direction, leading everyone to look over at you. You waved nervously, trying so hard not to blush. "Now, I expect you all to treat Y/N like one of our own. Cuz if things go as planned, I'm taking that sexy motherfucker home later." He winked at you, and you gasped in surprise.

"Shut up and play, faggot!" A man in the crowd shouted at Eddie.

"Fuck off, Derek! You're just jealous I've never asked you to come home with me." Eddie yelled as a retort, flipping the guy off. Everyone laughed, including you. "Alright, let's get down to business, huh? Who wants to hear some goddamn music?!" You cheered loudly with the crowd this time, meeting Eddie's grin with a smile of your own. Your anxiety was melting away, being replaced by unbridled lust for this man. With another wink, Eddie strummed the first note of one of the band's signature songs.

You spent the next hour rocking out to your heart's content, banging your head and truly letting loose. Eddie's eyes met yours repeatedly through their set, lighting your insides ablaze every time. His stage presence was something else, he was so confident and daring. And his voice was so beautiful, with a crazy amount of range. He could hit low, growling notes just as well as ridiculously high, belty ones. The band's sound was a glorious mix of Metallica and Dio, with their own special flavor blended right in. And it absolutely blew your mind, entrancing you like a sailor under a siren's spell. As the show went on, Eddie's hair dampened with sweat from him going so hard. His gorgeous skin glistened under the spotlight, making his tattoos almost sparkle.

Once the set was over, Eddie gestured at the bar with his head to let you know he'd meet you over there. You nodded, striding over to order two beers. "So, what did you think?" Eddie startled you when he walked up a few minutes later. You turned to look at him, handing him a beer. "Oh, thanks, man." He smiled, still catching his breath from performing.

"It was amazing, Eddie! You guys kick ass, and your voice is something else." You couldn't help your enthusiasm, this was something you'd been wanting to do for the longest time.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." His hand started stroking your arm suggestively, making your skin sizzle. "You wanna get outta here?" You were flattered by the invitation, but the thought of hooking up with him was daunting. You'd never had sex before, just oral and hand jobs. But even then, you didn't have a high 'body count' by any means.

"I dunno. I mean, I really like you. You're very sexy, but I've never really hooked up before." You gently explained, not wanting to hurt his feelings. But he just kept smiling kindly at you.

"That's okay. We don't have to do that. We can just hang out if you want, get to know each other better. And, I promise this isn't a line, but you've gotta be the most handsome man I've ever seen. You seem really sweet, and I'm more than willing to take my time with you." He held his ring-clad hand out to you, hoping you'd take it. "Shall we?"

"You're very sure of yourself, Eddie." You chuckled, unable to wrap your head around the whole thing. His expression dropped slightly, worried you were rejecting him. You rolled your eyes, smirking. "C'mon, pretty boy." You put your hand in his, and his eyes lit up like you'd never seen on a person before. He led the way to his van in the parking lot, graciously opening your door for you. "Such a gentleman." You joked, plopping into the weathered leather seat.

"You know it." He replied, jogging around to the other side to slide in himself. The two of you spent the night in Eddie's trailer, mostly talking in his room. You drank a few beers, ending up rather tipsy. You'd been sitting side by side on his bed, and you felt his eyes on you just as you polished off your fifth beer of the night.

"Something on your mind?" You asked, slightly slurring your words. You looked at his face, noticing him staring at your lips.

"Just one thing. But I don't wanna force it." He said softly, breath stuttering as he spoke. It was the first time you'd seen him act nervous all night, regardless of all the liquid courage you'd both consumed. Your own eyes flicked to his mouth, admiring how soft and plush it looked in the dim light from his bedside lamp.

"Who says you're forcing anything?" You said, barely above a whisper. You decided to be brave for the both of you, despite your heart hammering against your ribs. You leaned in, eyes fluttering closed as your lips finally met his. You both moaned into the kiss, quickly heating things up in your drunken state. Shirts came off, leading to sloppy trails of kisses littering your necks and chests. You admired his tattoos, tracing their outlines with your fingers. "You're so gorgeous, Eddie." You sighed lustfully, in absolute awe of his form.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N." Eddie replied, eagerly reaching his hand down to stroke your erection through your jeans.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath, extremely aroused by everything he did to you. Your eyes met once more, burning intensely while you mimicked his actions on his own clothed cock.

"How far do you wanna go, baby?" He asked seriously, not wanting to push you past your limit. You were both breathing heavily, the scent of beer wafting between your mouths.

"Is this enough?" You asked sheepishly, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed. As much as you were attracted to him, you weren't ready to go all the way.

"More than enough. You wanna lay down for me, though? I figure it's more comfortable than sitting side by side like this." He was almost babbling, losing track of his thoughts as you continued to stroke him. You happily obliged his request, laying your head onto his pillow. He scrambled to hover over you, his knees on either side of yours. His lips met yours again hungrily, his teeth biting your bottom lip. You kept going like this for what felt like hours, kissing and grinding against one another like animals in heat. You'd never been so turned on in your life, every other man you'd been with paled in comparison to Eddie.

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby." You moaned, savoring the friction of his erection rubbing against yours. Both of your jeans were so fucking tight, it almost hurt.

"Not as much as you. You've got me ready to cream my pants right about now." He groaned, lips migrating to your neck to mark you up with dark hickeys.

"Damn, you've figured out my master plan." You joked, gasping at his tongue finding your sweet spot.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm." You struggled to speak at this point, thoughts scrambled by Eddie's showering of affection. "You've been playing it so cool tonight, I'd like to see how vulnerable you can be."

"Well, if we keep up like this it won't be much longer." He said between kisses, grinding even harder against you. You moaned loudly, your hands reaching across Eddie's back. Your nails trailed a reddening path down his smooth skin, slicked over with sweat. "God, you're gonna be the death of me."

"And you me." You replied, rolling your hips faster to bring you closer to the edge. Everything felt so good, and your stomach was beginning to tense up to warn you of your oncoming release. "Fuck. Go faster, baby. You're gonna make me cum." A desperate whine laced your tone, pleading with him to get you off like this. The whole thing was so ridiculously simple, but so very hot.

"Anything you want, sweetheart. I'm right there with you." Another moan ripped itself from his lungs, increasing his pace to seal the deal. He bit down harshly on your neck, sending you flying off the proverbial cliff into a pool of pure bliss.

"Eddie!" You cried out his name, hips bucking wildly as your load emptied into your boxers. Fireworks ignited themselves all over your body, fizzling with blinding embers. Your mouth fell open wide, eyebrows knitting together. Your toes curled up tight, overwhelming pleasure exploding inside you. Eddie kept going, chasing his own high.

"Fuck, that was so hot to watch. I'm almost there, baby." You did your best to bear with him despite your orgasm subsiding, your dick going limp in your sticky underwear. "Oh my- fuck!" He cried out, and you marveled at the sight of him losing control. His features mimicked yours, his breath shuddering harshly. His hands gripped your shoulders to ride it out, and his pelvis jerked into you as the waves crashed over him. He rolled over to lay beside you, panting heavily. "Jesus christ." He said simply, swallowing hard as he reached for his cigarettes. He was about to light one for himself, when you asked for one. He happily supplied it to you, holding the lighter up to ignite it. You snuggled up to him, flicking the ash into the tray he placed on his chest.

"You're so pretty when you cum." You blurted out, not fully realizing what you said. The alcohol was still weighing heavily on your inhibitions, letting any stray thoughts float past your lips. He just chuckled, kissing your damp forehead.

"So are you, baby." The two of you shared a look, realizing what was going on. This was more than just a one-time thing, the beginning pangs of budding romance thrummed between you. The two of you finished your smokes, passing out in each other's arms soon after.

That one magical night set the stage for what has been the most intense relationship of your life. There have been many cutesy dates, hot and heavy makeout sessions. You’ve frequently engaged in grinding against one another, before gradually moving on to handjobs and oral. The two of you still haven't gone all the way after all this time, but Eddie has shown you time and again he doesn't care about that. As long as you're comfortable and happy, he'll do anything you want.

Eddie's got you pinned against the cool tile of the bathroom wall now, palming your length through your pajamas as he sucks hickeys onto your neck. "Feels so good, baby." You say breathlessly, tugging his hair again to draw sexy noises from him.

"Let's go to bed, loverboy." Eddie stops touching you, and you whine at the loss. He snatches your hand, pulling you frantically down the hall to your bedroom. He leads you backwards to the bed with his palms on your chest, causing you to fall onto it when the mattress meets the backs of your knees. You scoot back, letting Eddie lay over you. He showers you with kisses, roaming haphazardly all over your neck and chest. His lips set your skin on fire, and you pull at the hem of his shirt to take it off. He sits up, slipping it over his head to toss it aside. He stands to remove his jeans and boxers, his hard cock slapping against his stomach as it's set free. You slip out of your bottoms, sitting against the headboard. He straddles your naked lap, sitting as close to you as he can. He strokes your cheek, giving you his full attention. "You want me to touch you, darling?" Eddie asks, waiting for your permission.

"Yes, please." You truly appreciate his special way of getting consent, asking if you want something he clearly desires to do to you. His big brown eyes stay on yours, almost hypnotizing you with their beauty. His hand slowly drags down your body, leaving a trail of tingles until he reaches your dick. He grasps the base of it. "Fuck." You mutter, watching as he lets a long drip of saliva fall from his lips onto your length. His large hand spreads the moisture around, pumping you at an agonizing pace. "Eddie." You moan, reaching up to bring his head to yours in a bruising kiss. You keep it brief, just long enough to steal his breath away. When you let him go, you spit into your hand before taking hold of his cock.

"Shit." Eddie groans, shuddering at the contact. You look into each other's eyes, mouths agape as pleasure builds up inside you. Your free hand grips his thigh, digging your nails into the flesh as he works you up. He leans forward, latching his mouth onto your neck again. A consistent stream of moans and curses leaves your lips as Eddie nips and sucks on your skin. "Do I make you feel good, sweetheart?" He asks lowly, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

"Yes, baby. So fuckin' good." You slide your palm up and down his cock with ease, gradually increasing speed. Eddie mirrors your actions, eagerly reciprocating the overwhelming sensation you bring him. You're both sweating profusely, every little sound and twitch heightening your excitement. "God, I love you." You say through your panting, earning a sharp bite on your throat. You moan louder than before, the pain only serves to push you further to the edge. You love when Eddie's rough with you, animalistic even. He claims you as his every chance he gets, and you happily let him do so.

"I love you too, Y/N. More than anything on this earth." He licks a long stripe over the rough bite he gave you, soothing the bruised skin. "Go faster, baby." He pleads, his own speed increasing again. He never thought an act like this could be so fulfilling, every other person he'd been with before always wanted to rush into sex. But most of those connections only lasted a night or two, and he could tell from the moment you walked into the Hideout that night that you were different. Special. And every little thing you let him do for you makes his heart flutter like nothing else can.

Immeasurable tension continues to build inside you, a burning flame in your belly stoked by undying love. Your hair sticks to your faces, and it's difficult for Eddie to continue straddling you as your legs have slicked over so much. You're getting very close, wanting so badly to lose control. You pump him as fast as you possibly can, knocking the air from his lungs. He almost falls off of you from all the perspiration, but he tightens his legs around you to hang on. "I'm almost there, baby. Keep going, just like that." You almost whine at him, and he rapidly strokes your dick in his fist. You're sprinting to the finish line together, chasing each other's highs. The unmistakable waves of ecstasy crash into you violently, threatening to drag you into the abyss.

"You gonna cum, darling?" Eddie asks, gazing over your glistening form. Your head is thrown back as far as it can go against the headboard, and your eyes beg him to give you the orgasm you so desperately want. You nod your head, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore. All you can manage is groans and calls of his name, and that's good enough for him. "C'mon, angel. Make a mess all over my hand." His words stutter slightly, signaling his own oncoming end. He crushes his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue past your teeth. This final aggressive action is exactly what it takes to make everything come crashing down. You cum simultaneously, moaning down each other's throats. Your hips stutter as your sticky load spurts onto Eddie's hand, and your nails draw blood as they scratch down his thigh.

His pelvis bucks into your fist through his own release, the thick liquid spilling between you from his clumsy thrusts. You keep your mouths glued together as the pleasure fades away, still tangling your tongues. When you need to breathe, you pull away and grab some tissues from the box on your bedside table. You hand some to Eddie, and you both clean yourselves up as best you can. The tissues are discarded into the trash, and Eddie removes himself from your lap to lay beside you. You pull the covers over the two of you, propping yourself up on your elbow to face him. "You're amazing, you know that?" You say simply, admiring his spent expression.

"Is that so?" He smirks, sitting up to get on your level. You reach forward to poke his nose with your finger, chuckling as his eyes cross to look at it.

"Yes, the most amazing man in the entire world." Eddie moves quickly to snap at your finger, but you pull it away just in time.

"Sneaky little shit." He teases, giving you another kiss. It's calm and loving, with no intention of going any further. You're both truly exhausted, barely fighting off the urge to pass out into deep sleep.

"Do you wanna move in with me?" You had been meaning to ask him for a while now, but you couldn't find an opportunity until now.

"What?" His eyes widen, unsure he heard you correctly.

"I said, do you wanna move in with me?" You repeat yourself, confident in your request. You've bonded so much over the last few months, and you want to share your space with him, build a home with him. Eddie thinks about it for a moment, before smiling wide at you.

"Yes, Y/N. I'd love to." He replies calmly, giving you yet another kiss. This one is more passionate, but he leads your heads to rest on the pillows in preparation for sleep. His warm hand cups your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You clumsily reach over to shut off your lamp, flicking the switch before tangling your legs with Eddie's. You break away one final time, meeting each other's gaze in the moonlight shining into the window above the bed. "I love you, sweetheart. I'm so fuckin' lucky I met you."

"I love you too, Eds. Let's get some rest, we've got a big day of packing up your stuff tomorrow." You both chuckle at that, absolutely giddy with the idea of living together. You turn over, letting Eddie spoon you. His arms wrap around your front, holding you as close as he can. You both drift off into much-needed sleep, dreaming of your future together.

The end.

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tex-now · 3 months

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Ranking every kasa ship let's gooooooo (excluding saki ofc)

18. Toyakasa

No. No. No. No. Ew. No. No. How amatonormative do you have to be to ship these two. Fuck off if you ship them. Please. Im begging you

17. Ichikasa

I would probably block you if you ship this not because I think it's weird but more so because I despise it so much. Ew. But like. Do what you want. I don't wanna see it tho.

16. Honakasa

WORLD'S NUMBER ONE ROMANTIC HONAKASA HATER HERE!!! but I love them platonically so they go higher I guess.

15. Shihokasa

Ew if we're taking it seriously but shiho having an unrequited crush on tsukasa and wanting to bash her head into a rock anyone. Anyone. And then it turns out she was comphet and actually attracted to saki the entire time so she latched onto the boy most like her. Anyone. Anyo-

14. Ankasa

Ew. Just ew. Ifk what it is but I hate the idea of an and tsukasa dating. Makes me sick. I hc an as bisexuality so that's not the issue here I just hate them romantically

13. Harukasa

I've read one harukasa fic and it was cute but not enough for me to really like them. She would Not date him

12. Akikasa

I actually used to like them but then I grew an aversion to them idk why.... keep this away from me

11. Mizukasa

I like these two! They have a fun dynamic and tye idea of them dating is realky funny to me. It's my crackship if you will

10. Kanakasa

They are QPR. no they don't kiss or go on dates or any of that but tsukasa joins honami in visiting kanade and they go shopping with mafuyu and sometimes tsukasa braids kanades hair for her to keep it out of the way okay. Don't look at me

9. Minokasa

I. Don't look at me. The fucing first anniversary conversation they had. Look at it. Read it. The April fools event. Crawling into a hole and dying

8. Kohakasa

Yes it's going to get worse. These two I actually ship romantically so burn me at the stake I deserve it

9. Airikasa

Okay so basically. I had a thought one day. I love platonic aisaki. I love the tenma siblings. I love the idea of big sister airi to saki. And. Tsukasa and airi interacting because they both care about saki and then at one point they start holding hands

7. Enakasa

I'll be honest I just like them. They're so silly. T4T. Transmasc ena and his loving wife. I love them. No thematic shit just my sillies

6. Mafukasa

Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic I fucing hate them/pos

5. Shizukasa

The beautiful bride and the ugly groom core... pandemonium changedtye way I think about these two I fucing love them actually. They're so silly.....

4. Emukasa

THEM!!!!! THEM!!!!!! THEY!!!!!!! MY PREVIOUS FAVORITE SHIP!!!!!!!!!! THE SILLIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3. Nenekasa

I hate them so much I hate them. They make me fucing sick o hate them. They kiss and I scream and rip and tear at the walls I HATE THEMMMMMMMM/pos

2. Polysho

... I'm so normal about them. Grips seat.

1. Ruikasa

They fake up my mind every minute of every day and I can never stop thinking about them. I've filled three notebooks with drawings of just them I have so many wips of them. I hate them. I love them. They've ruined me in a way I never thought possible. Fuck

#personal ish #for the mutuals #im sorry #not maintagging because i frankly think i would get burned at the stake for these

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curvylizzie · 2 years

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daddy's little slut

Contains bdsm elements, belly inflation, pet and ddlg play

Every night was always the same to Sam. She would get home from work and check on her friends, her discord server had reached heights she did not think would happen. All this because she was a girl with a belly fetish like a lot of them.

Until Daddy came along, a certain Josh, who seduced her into submission and lived with her. At first he was gentle but the more they knew each other the more he became dominant and possessive with her.

This night was a bit weirder. Sam had gotten home but Daddy did not say anything.

She walked to the kitchen eating a bag of chips, nothing much just looking on her phone. Suddenly she felt something around her neck. Her hair pulled up and a collar with a small chain on it was placed on her.

“d-daddy?!”

“you’ve been collared”

“w-wait w-why?”

“Do I have to explain everything to you, you dumb slut? I own you! That’s why” he said, pulling the chain closer. His smell in her face before he kissed her passionately and with lust.

“come.” He said tugging on her chain.

“aaagh.. w-wait!”

They reached the bedroom, he ripped her shirt off from her with his hands and pushed her into bed.

“take your pants off” and reached for an oversized flannel buttoned shirt he had in hand. It was clearly his. He was way taller than her so this was extremely oversized around her body

“and put this on”

“w-why?”

“never mind why! Put it on you fucking whore!”

“y-yes daddy!”

She did so, taking her pants off quickly and putting the shirt up, buttoning in.

“Get on all fours. Now”

Her face was trembling. Her emotions were drowning her. She had constantly fantasized of a bdsm scenario like this, and daddy was treating her the way she most desired: like a dumb slut. Too stupid and horny to follow simple orders. His property, his to do as he wishes.

He climbed on bed on top of her grabbing something from the nightstand and whispered in her ear:

“you’re mine… and I’m gonna claim you as such one day.. but tonight.. I wanna test the limits of your skin over your belly. Youre my inflatable slut tonight.. never forget it”

He nibbled her ear, placing a tube in her tight dripping pussy, pushing it inside. Making her moan as she felt it going in and whine when he secured it

“I’m gonna inflate you until you po every… last.. button.. on this shirt… understand?”

“b-but daddy..”

“understand?!”

“d-daddy i.. I don’t”

His patience was running thin. He attached a pump to the tube and gave it quick squeezes before he spanked her slutty ass leaving a mark

“did I ask your opinion?! I don’t care what you’re gonna say! Shut up and take it like the slut you are! I know you fantasize about it! You’ve told me countless times! So why don’t you shut the fuck up, be a good slut and grow!”

He became more and more impatient as he spoke. The air from the pump filling her insides quickly. The sensation of tightness in her womb felt light and at the same time orgasmic. She needed to finger herself with this. There was no moment she desired to be bred more than right now. She let moans and whines out whispering “daddy.. d-daddy.. da-addy..”

“you know I love you big.. you know I love watching you take those pictures. I love going to your twitter. You’re my inflatable slut. Aren’t you? My little piggy?”

“aahaa.. aahaa.. y-..”

“Answer.” He said pumping faster, making her belly look like the first 5 months of pregnancy, yet the shirt was still loose.

“don’t you like it? Being called a piggy? Slut? I know you’ve been packing on pounds. That belly was not that soft when we met… my god you’ve gained!”

“y-yes daddy.. i..i love it.. a-and I gained..”

“how much my little slut?”

“3… 35 pounds…~”

“look at you! You’re a full pump blown pump piggy aren’t you?~”

She soon reached the size of a mother to be in the next week or so, even looking overdue. She groaned at the tightness and the extreme bloated feeling. He pushed her to the side and laid her on her back so she would be more comfortable while still pumping her. The shirt that was oversized 10 minutes ago is now staring to strain around her abdomen.

“aaaawww Is my inflatable toy feeling bloated?”

“d-daddy i.. I can’t take..”

“sure you can! Look!” he pump her faster making her belly surge almost 3 inches around, the first button already straining against her

“almost there! Look!” and with a few more pumps, squirming and moans.. the shirt let go right on top f her navel

“a-aaaha!! D-daddy! O-okay it p-popped!”

“not so fast piggy, I said all of them. Not just one”

She looked down in aroused despair. She had often dreamed of looking down and seeing her own belly tower over her, she placed her hands on top of, snuggling it… loving the feeling.. her mind confused between defense sub mode and aroused mode… he kept pumping more and more until the second button came out.. then the third.. the fourth.. until her belly was freed from this t-shirt.. surging out like a small yoga ball on her

“look at you! You always put on a fake belly but now you have a real one!~ such a good slut..”

Her belly towered over her body.. she was in heat, she needed to be dicked. She squirmed, moaned and whined. Her ultimate fantasy finally a reality. And without permission she moved her arms down, needing to finger herself.

He grabbed her arm and squeezed it.

“what do you think you’re doing”

“d-daddy i.. I was g-going to f-finger myself..”

“no. nobody touches this pussy. It’s mine. You don’t finger yourself. You do not cum without permission. Need to stimulate yourself? You ask me to fuck you. Understand?”

“b-but daddy..”

“understand?! My dick is the only thing that will get near it! And besides that a vibrator panties if I want!”

“y-yes daddy..”

She said.. shutting off and moaning..

“so tell me what you want?” he asked. His tone more dominant than before.

“c-can y-you fuck me daddy?” her body was huge.. her womb needed to be filled now.

“of course piggy~” he kissed her again, and positioned himself under her. Her belly in the way of each. He teased her first for a few seconds with his dick over her pussy before pushing himself raw in her. She released a loud moan of satisfaction and grabbed the sheets. He held her hands over her head. Thrust.. thrust… thrust…

“fuck you’re tight.. I think making you so huge gets you tighter. -fffucccckkk..”

“aaahaa ahaaa d-daddy p-please.. breeeeeddd meeeeee~” she moaned. Her orgasms stimulating her crotch and mind. Finally losing it after a good dicking and cumming like a fountain. Squirting over him.

He didn’t take long after, releasing rope after rope of cum inside her, making sure to stuff her wet pussy with his cum.

“there..~… you’re breeded… such a fucking slut… asking to be knocked up like a common whore”

“t..thank you daddy..~” she soon passed out in bed from over stimulation.. she could not keep her mind awake..

Daddy noticed and soon cuddled next to her, crawling her belly and kissing her neck. Turning himself back into his caring self.

“daddy’s gonna take care of you~ you’re gonna be such a good breeding toy.. rest now.. daddy has more plans for you~”

#thesam #thesamwriting #pregnantinplaid #justsomethingifeltlikewriting

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roysmilkers · 8 months

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Your jayroy gives me goosebumps. In a good way.

The spiciness especially

Thank you!!💜 They make me wanna rip my hair out😮‍💨 /pos

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problematicfanfics · 1 year

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// rant

tldr; dad’s a pos and i wasted my time on shit no one cared about

softball was my absolute life from kindergarten up until two years ago (tenth grade) and my dad never gave a shit about me in the sport until he could extort it to gain some slight political power in my new area but he has literally paid over $1,000 for my sister to play the sport on various teams, gotten her various lessons, and spent it on equipment meanwhile i used to have to cry and scream in order for him to even think about driving me to a practice as a kid. i used to have to walk upwards of an hour+ with my catchers gear, gloves, balls, bat, etc (that i paid for all on my own) to get to my practices, or beg my teammates parents for rides to games. he nor my mom have once showed up to anything i played in (i played various sports and did many clubs throughout my school career), and i would always ask him to come throw a ball around with me or teach me to ride a bike or spend literally any time w me and he always refused. now this month long trip in greece he brought his and my sister’s glove to play softball. and didn’t bring mine. or tell me to bring mine. or like. anything. and i told my sister “go play with dad, he brought your gloves” and she said “well i didn’t fuckin ask him to”. bitch. i wouldve fucking KILLED for my dad to do that. i would STILL kill for my dad to do that. i WISH he would just come up to me and say “let’s go to the field” the way he does with her. it’s not fucking fair bro like. please i’m a star 😊😊😊🤣🤣🤣🤪🤪🤪🤩🤩🤩

i quit softball this year because i was ruining my mental health with it. i was absolutely demolishing myself for a sport no one gave a shit i played in. i spent my entire childhood playing so many sports and always dropped them for softball/baseball, it was always my priority. always my number 1. i had fucking dreams of playing D1 for colleges ever since i was a kid. but my cheapskate of a fucking father couldn’t be bothered to help me achieve anything. i’m so mad. i could’ve been doing something else with my fucking life. i literally spent 12 years busting my ass on this damn sport. and no one, not once, thought that with my drive and passion and dare i even say talent, i could do more. i had no options as a kid. and watching my sister, who was handed everything i wanted and more on a silver platter, throw all of it into the trash chute because she wants to be some basic white bitch, makes me wanna fucking rip my hair out. why don’t I get to be a basic white bitch? why don’t I get to play D1? why don’t I get to run around and do fuck all the way she got to? why did I have to play mom for 12 years of my life, never getting to pursue or do anything i wanted to do??

can i also say i suffer from fibromyalgia, a chronic pain disorder, and it’s something i was born with. so since i was 9 years old i’ve been screaming crying in pain every night and day desperately fighting through it because i just loved sports that much?? i quit catching because it was deteriorating my knees and there would be days after games where i couldn’t walk. my coaches played me less after i quit catching because they were mad at me for quitting since i was “the best catcher on the team” and decided to dig back at me like it was my choice?? like my physical and mental health wasn’t on the line? like it pains me to think i cant do physical activity anymore i love it so much but i walk to and from my classrooms and i want to break down from the pain. i’m so tired. i just want to be passionate about something again but every time i am i am just fucking hated on idk what i’m doing wrong

#problematicfanfics #ver's serious discussions

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namasjo · 2 years

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thugger

I wanna give a shout out to my whole faculty

You know what I mean?

All my sisters and my brothers

My friends, my partners, my slimes, my girl

They girls appreciate y'all

In 2000

I lost my motherfuckin' bro named Bennie

(RIP Bennie) and ever since then

I've been drinking color purple

No motherfuckin' Celie

(lean, lean lean lean lean)

I'm a fuckin power ranger

Got motherfuckin' magic

No motherfuckin' genie (Hey)

I ain't never had a reason

But a nigga banging red

Like a motherfuckin' demon (Blatt, blatt)

In 2009

I lost my motherfuckin' brother named Unfoonk

They gave my nigga life and ten, hey (What?)

I just spent fifty thousand

Dollars to help Troup, ooh

(Woo) but only God can help a sin

I think the realest shit come out a cup

Just try your luck

Yes, I believe if you can get it in

(And what?) you can get stuck (Woo)

I think that pussy is the deepest end (Why?)

And I'm next up (Woah, woah)

I told her to come get her ends (Come on)

And leave them ducks

(Fuck 'em, you don't need 'em)

You already know when she replied, yeah

She won't eat around me, she so shy, yeah

Put a T on her neck and that mean I tried

Yeah

I'm not a human, but I have never died, yeah

(I tried) i got nine lives like a cat (yeah)

I know hoes that like it in the crack (Swear)

I know niggas pushing them packs (Packs)

I know niggas countin' them racks (Racks)

I know niggas hit them bitch niggas (yeah)

You can call them bitches gnats

I know bitches taking niggas

Jewelry in Vegas, gotta call them back

Yeah, that's their duty

Just blame it on coochie

She don't got cooties, oh my God like Kooly

Every time we hit the movie

We make us a movie and I keep two woolies

I don't trust nobody 'cause–

In 2000

I lost my motherfuckin' bro named Bennie

(RIP Bennie) and ever since then

I've been drinking color purple

No motherfuckin' Celie

(lean, lean lean lean lean)

I'm a fuckin power ranger

Got motherfuckin' magic

No motherfuckin' genie (Hey)

I ain't never had a reason

But a nigga banging red

Like a motherfuckin' demon (Blatt, blatt)

In 2009

I lost my motherfuckin' brother named Unfoonk

They gave my nigga life and ten, hey (What?)

I just spent fifty thousand

Dollars to help Troup, ooh

(Woo) but only God can help a sin

These little niggas be bitches and hoes

Wipe they nose

Been had checks nigga no four-four

A-wrist coat with some Timb's on my soles

Fish scale jumping out the bowls

Good hair can't stay in a bow

Control, control, more control

Ball on these pussy niggas like the po-po's

Money long, Pinocchio no nose

And now they in a choke hold

Got a million dollars cash ridin' solo

Outta jail LV no bobos

Never mind these niggas, they loco

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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PLEASE, I’LL DIE 😫 you literally write him so sexy, it makes me wanna rip my hair out /pos

YOU'LL DIE AND GO TO HORNY HEAVEN 🙏🏼

DON'T RIP YOUR HAIR OUT, RIP YOUR CLOTHES OFF INSTEAD

thank you so much babie 🥹🥹 just pulling from the FACT that daichi is a perfect gentleman in the streets BUT A MENACING WHORE BETWEEN THE SHEETS ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 NO ONE WILL EVER BE ABLE TO CONVINCE ME THAT HE ISN'T ON SOME FREAKY SHIT I KNOW FOR A FACT HE IS!! 😤

#king dom daddy daichi 👑#precious.moots: madi 🫶🏻

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sk3tch404 · 2 years

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https://imgur.com/a/6PlTqcs

Lowkey,, when I saw your Yandere's, I was reminded of the pic above 👀 granted, they're not as manic/feral but i can't help but hit them with the good ol' pathetic-lil-meow-meow-ification beam whenever I see them 😔✊. everyone can feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again (/ref) if I delude myself hard enough 🥹🙏

speaking of the Yans- I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DEFEAT LIKE 90% OF YAN'S W/O HAVING TO BE PHYSICALLY STRONG- *runs off-screen*

*cartoonish sounds of struggle & animal noises can be heard*

-ight! Okok so like, get this- I have rabies's now 😎

This gives me a timeframe of about- *checks msdmanual.com* 3-7 days to go ahead and infect every Yan in my vicinity, which means I'm gonna bite em all >:)) (not sure if Rory can get infected since he's a vamp n all 🤔 but a girl can dreammmm 😔) I may perish at the end of my crusade, but at least I'll drag some of them to hell with me 🫡

Moving on, Rory's re-design be looking mad fineeeee, though I'm gonna miss his long hair, rip my opportunity to draw him in pig-tails 🙏 at least he can get more bitches now with the added ✨glasses✨ factor (no, I'm totally unbiased towards men who wear glasses of any kind, what are you talking abou-)

yeheaaa boi, I'm def gonna replace his Scumbag Glasses (affectionate) with heart shape lenses in my next attempt at a fanart for him 😈😈 gonna turn Mr. Valentine into Mr. Valentine² MUHAHAHAHAHAAA GET HIT WITH MY UWU-FICATION BEAM, IDIOT /lh gonna turn this 😎 bitch into a 😍 bitch

Also goddammit ur chibi style makes me wanna squish their cheeks granny style- I don't wanna squish a serial killers cheeks plsssss I didn't get over my creepypasta whole phase, only to be charmed by the next gen of murderous pretty boys 😫😫 I. Absolutely. Mustn't. 😬 damn ur artstyle, it's too good for my heart- /pos

-Ren'py anon

OMG JAYCE WHEN HE'S FULLY ATTACHED BE LIKE 😭😭😭HE GETS DESERATE IK

Yeah they're pretty chill before they get unhinged, but hitting them with that pathetic little meow meow beam makes them a bit more tolerable 😘 Not gonna even lie, I get nervous and lowkey freak out when I code in the creepy parts and play through it. LIKE BOY WTF ARE YOU LOOKING AT??? FREAKY ASS MF I HATE YOU. DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH PLAYER.

But pretending they're nothing but miserable maniacs stuck in their own little worlds makes me feel better 🤓(Goofy ahh reaction /j)

Katy Perry ref is just what was needed </3 no no what do you mean he enjoys hurting me emotionally and physically to make up for his own personal faults? No he's just a little sad soul that hugs me when I'm sad and loves me no matter what.

OH NO WHAT. NOT EVERY YAN! PLEASE SPARE JAYCE AT LEAST... I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH. YOU MIGHT WANNA START WITH THE VOLKOVS FIRST BECAUSE THEY WOULDNT SEE IT COMING IN THE VERY BEGINNING.

RORYS VAMP WHITE BLOOD CELLS CHECK HIM OUT FOR MOST STUFF BUT RABIES IS PRETTY DEADLY TO ALL THINGS SO...

Tbh it's a fifty fify. All he has to worry about is passing out in the middle of it if he hasn't fed in a while.

I THINK ELLIOT WOULD HAVE A PRETTY GOOD CHANCE OF SURVIVAL. HE HAS EXPERIENCE WITH PPL GETTING REALLY SICK AND INTESE STRUGGLES FROM DOING OTHER ILLEGAL STUFF.

Which reminds me. I haven't said a lot about him yet. I think I'll info dump on him sometime, but idk bc there is a little spoiler but not really bc it's a big part of his character and for the story of his route. It will be common knowledge when you play anyway.

If you don't hit the Volkovs with the animal foam first, they WILL catch wind of what you're doing and shoot you down or smth. They don't play 💀 since it is 3 to 7 BUSINESS DAYS. They are always doing business, so 3 is all too easy.

Also tysm!!! I too am gonna miss Rory's long hair, but it's gotta go so he can refresh! And dw I'm gonna make it a tad more layered and longer so you can do pigtails little kids have that look like two antennas.

And Rory has always had glasses, I just didn't draw them that time lol

OMG HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE THOSE HEARTSHAPED GLASSES. JUST UH NOT OUTSIDE THOUGH. HES GOT OPPS IN THOSE STREETS... Would legit fall in love if you kept doing silly shit like that (Damn you really did square up his Valentine's rizz) UWU fication success???

HEHHEHEH TY! MY CHIBI STYLE IS SUPER SIMPLE AND A TAD UGLY AND IN THE WORKS, BUT I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT!

#renpy anon #omg we are so #soulmates rn #you x rory flynn #CANNNOONNNNNN #bc i said so #omg you wanna give him rabies after that whole heartshaped glasses thing?#well why dont you marry him then?#how did you bag him this fast #makes no mathematical sense #well #i guess you guys are the goofy couple #ONLY THE BEST CANON SHIPS!!!#my ocs #rory flynn #jayce nicholas #elliot astor #maxim volkov #anton volkov

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sakinotfound · 3 years

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Butterflies

Yui Tamura x fem!OC

prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2

warnings: mature language, curse words, smut, sexual stuff, sexual abuse, sorry for any mistakes will edit it later (will add on more as i write)

CHAPTER THREE

"hey you are the first year, aren't you?" Toono was pushed against the wall under the staircase. "and i've heard that you are also a part of the photography club."

"y-yes i am but-"

"then you must also provide the services as the others. great! skinny boys like you are my type. so how about we get on with it?"

"with i- wait. no, no please. i don't- AAAHH! STOP! PLEASE!" the brown haired boy struggled against his abuser, trying to stop him from ripping his sweater off but in vain.

"PLEASE! please i beg you, don't do it. i don't like it." tears started falling from Toono's usually vibrant green eyes. his body was trembling in fear. fear of what was going on and what will happen. since he knew he wasn't a match for the muscular third year.

*pop* *pop* *pop*

the top three buttons of his white school shirt fell down. his heart was racing fast. he was scared. but he had to think of some way to stop this. so Toono tried again. to push him off. to stop him. to do something to save himself. nobody was going to save him, it only happened in movies.

Toono didn't like this. Toono didn't want this. Toono hated this.

"stop, please." he whined. he was begging at this point. helplessness was painfully evident in the new comer's eyes. all his efforts were in vain. the muscular guy didn't budge, even once.

the first years hands were in front of himself now. to shield himself from anymore assault.

the third year try to put his lips on Toono whilst ripping his shirt's button off but the other one turned his head away. refusing to let such a disgusting and immoral guy take his first kiss.

"STOP IT!" he tried to pry the third year's hands off his torso but the third year held on to his wrists so tightly, Toono was sure they'd leave marks. it hurt.

*pop* *po- *THUD*

"what the-"

"he said, and i quote "stop it". do you understand the meaning of that or should i make you?" the voice was terrifying. low but bold. calm but full of rage. the speaker was furious.

"Ka-Ka-Kashima," Toono whispered, eyes wide.

"hey who are y-"

"you wanna fight?" Kashima asked as he walked forward, towering over the now cowering third year. the dark blue haired boy was clearly taller and more muscular.

"where are you going?" long fingers were hooked inside the back collar of the third year's shirt as he tried to run away. Kashima yanked him back, the third year's back hit the white wall harshly making him wince in pain. "apologise to him now."

"huh? apolo-" Kashima glared daggers into him. "right. i- uh, i am sorry. i won't do it again-"

"and i'll see to that." Kashima nodded with eyes closed but his expression was still furious. "and if i see you anywhere near him again, i'll break all your limbs."

"what is your name?"

"Nigel Mitarashi." his voice trembled.

"hmm, get lost." with that the older guy took off.

"Toono," Kashima's voice was much softer and caring this time. "are you okay? i mean- of course you aren't but like did he hurt you? physically?"

"n-not really..." his voice cracked but he gulped down his saliva to wet his throat.

"huh? so he did hurt you, where?" Kashima's eyes fell to Toono's wrist which he was miserably trying to hide.

"may i see?" Kashima looked up to Toono's dull eyes. he meekly nodded.

Kashima's large hands held Toono's wrist very gently. he ran his thumbs on his wounds, his touch as soft as a feather.

just as Kashima was about to say something, a gush of wind blew towards the two first years causing the brown haired boy to shiver.

"oh," Kashima quickly took off his own sweater and handed it to Toono. "here wear this. we'll go to the school shop tomorrow to buy you new ones. of course, if you'd like to go with me, then only."

Toono didn't respond. he was not in a condition to answer. his racing heart had finally started to slow down a bit but even the thought of what could have happened had Kashima not arrived was enough to make the muscle pick up it's speed again. Toono was disgusted. everything about him felt digusting. he wanted to take a shower, a good long shower.

Kashima's eyes dropped. his shoulders sagged. his chest hurt. seeing the usually happy guy with a bright smile and glowing eyes like this, physically hurt him. he looked so scared, hurt and disgusted. he looked as if he was out of place. as if he wanted nothing more than to lock himself up in his room and never come out again.

"i am so sorry Toono. i am so so sorry this happened with you. and i am sorry for not coming sooner. i was actually trying to find you since we had to meet Tsuki-senpai today and then i- i heard your voice and you sounded-" Kashima gulped trying to control his own tears. he couldn't fathom what could have happened with him. "i am really sorry... can-can i?"

Toono nodded. he was a lot calmer now than he was before but no where close to being okay. upon his consent, Kashima very carefully and slowly - his moves smooth and soft - wrapped his arms around Toono. Toono's ear was against Kashima's stiff and hard chest and he could hear his heart beating. it kind of increased as soon as Toono was close to him but then decreased as the time went on. Toono and Kashima stood under the staircase, wrapped in each others arms, taking in the comfort and warmth from each other's embrace. Toono silently cried, wetting Kashima's shirt but Kashima could feel his shoulders shaking. the guy he had started to like so much - which he himself didn't know - was scared and he couldn't do anything about it. sure he may have stopped the events from proceeding on but what damage had happened was done and he couldn't change it. Kashima hated it. he swore to protect Toono from now on, no matter what.

it was around 2 o'clock right now. the sun shone brightly above their heads but the breeze was still cool.

✿ ✿ ✿

two second year students walked side by side on the empty pavement.

"where is Yuri?" the one with studded ears and sharp fangs asked, his hands behind his head as he walked casually.

"last i saw him, he was sucking off Rayden from the football club."

"ah that idiot." Tamura tsked.

"for you everyone's an idiot except yourself."

"correct." Tsuki chuckled.

the two were on their way to Tsuki's house. they were supposed to go yesterday but Tamura's lethargic ass postponed it to today.

"is your mom home today?"

"yes. she is." Tsuki replied. "in fact she has been wanting to meet you two. it's been a long time."

Tamura grinned, "me too actually. i miss her cooking."

Tsuki laughed, "so dinner tonight at my place? i'll call Yuri once we finish our assignment. that genius has already finished his."

"i have no idea how he always comes first in our batch even though half of the time he is surrounded by dicks." Tamura sighed. "but to answer your invitation, yes of course. nobody says no to Aikawa-san's cooking."

"true that- oh!" Tsuki's silver eyes lit up. "wait."

the sixteen year old walked inside the bakery. the little ding noise indicated her arrival. as soon as she walked in - Tamura followed by - they were hit by the intoxicating aroma of baked products.

Tsuki took a deep breath in. "God, i love this smell."

"hello, how may i help you?" the girl behind the counter asked.

Tsuki internally gasped. the girl was absolutely breath taking. she looked a few years older than her, maybe in college. that worker in that bakery had chest length golden-brown hair that were tied in a high ponytail with a few strands falling down her tanned skin. she had a few blemishes on her face and a scar on the right side of her forehead. but her eyes were a beautiful and unseen shade of blue. Tsuki's guess, manganese blue. her hands were joint in front of her plump chest. she had cute small and chubby hands and an equally adorable smile.

after a good minute of the tall girl checking her out, Tsuki realized that she had been staring. more so, looking her up and down.

"oh my God- i am so sorry." she blinked her eyes. "you look so beautiful, i couldn't help msyelf."

Tsuki slapped her hands on her mouth, eyes wide as saucers. Tamura barked at Tsuki's antics.

the thick girl on the other side of the corner blushed furiously. her eyes cast downwards whilst she mumbled something Tsuki couldn't make out.

"sorry?"

"i said it's okay." she replied.

"it is?" she smiled. "Aikawa Tsuki. it's nice to meet you."

"Noori." the older girl smiled back. "it's nice to meet you too."

"you have a unique name, i have never heard it before."

Noori giggled, "that's because it's an Arabic name."

"oh so you are from Saudi Arabia?"

"India. North-East India to be specific."

"ah!" Tsuki's eyes widened and then she smiled. "it's a pretty name."

meanwhile Tamura was sulking in the back. before coming here he had a pretty good mood. but now he was slowly getting irritated. he blamed it on Tsuki wasting his time. like why does she have to flirt with a girl when he was there? just do it when she's alone. she was wasting his time. he didn't care about his best friend flirting with a really pretty girl who she could easily get. suddenly the pleasant fragrance of the bakery was giving him a headache. Tsuki never stared at him like that. she never complimented him like that. so why her? it's not like he wanted her to compliment him anyway. he doesn't care. hell, it would be so embarrassing. he inwardly laughed.

"thank you. so what would you like to have?"

"can i have a blueberry cheesecake- oh and some cream roles too please!"

Tamura's eyes snapped up at the black haired girl standing infront of him.

did he hear her correctly?

"wait, since when did you like blueberry flavour? and-and you hated cream rolls. i specifically remember you spitting them out the time i-"

"and i specifically remember you devouring them." she looked up at the tall guy. Tamura stood speechless. "these are for you Tamu, not me."

"so why didn't you just- why did you- you remembered?"

Tsuki gave him an incredulous look, "of course i remember dummy, you are my best friend. this is the bakery you bought those cream roles from, right? and you ate all the cake at Kenma's party when we were fourteen, it was blueberry flavoured cheesecake."

"but that was so long ago."

"hmm," Tsuki took the box from Noori's hands. "exactly."

the girl tip toed to plant a soft kiss on Tamura's already flushed cheeks.

"thank you." the older girl smiled at them.

"please come again!" and with that the door behind them closed.

Tamura did follow Tsuki behind but in reality Tamura.exe had stopped working. his cheeks were bright red but he shook his head after solid three minutes of staring at the girl who looked ethereal under the sunlight. apparently her brown skin glowed under the April sun.

#yarichinbitchclub #tamura x reader #tamura x fem!OC #anime #best friends to lovers #fem!oc #yui tamura #yui tamura x reader #fanfiction #yui tamura fluff #yui tamura smut

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lvonhevring · 2 years

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infinity train changed me as a person (/pos) and hearing bad thing after bad thing happen to it is so upsetting

and the fact that cartoon network is trying to like?? erase any record that it existed!?? is so completely fucked

animation is literally not treated with the respect and dignity it deserves and it makes me wanna rip my hair out

#infinity train #idk what else to say atp

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alberivh · 3 years

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Okay this was a thing I did for ebg but I saved it-- uh, so here you go! It was pretty quick though--

Imagine Childe seeing you with others, and he's so, so insanely jealous, but there must be a reason that you're with them and not him, right? It's... It's just that he thought you loved him, you know? Heh, who was he kidding? He's never going to be the first choice. No one wants something broken. And even if they did, they'd say that they would "fix him", and that he could "learn to love again". But you... you were different. You didn't say any of that. You just loved him, unconditionally, without any strings attached. So many times, he wondered why you even bothered, but you were always there, wiping away those thoughts and whispering quietly to him, reassuring him. He was a difficult lover, but you said you liked a challenge. (His heart twinged.) He was always battle hungry, but you said that love and war are not so different. (Your smile was so understanding.) But now... It seemed that his luck had run out, and you had given up on him. Still... even though he'd seen it coming, it still hurt. He still clung onto that slim chance that you'd come back, even though, day by day, it grew smaller and smaller. The worst part? You acted like Childe never existed. Everytime he tried to talk to you, your eyes slid over him like he was part of the scenery. You didn't-- you never seemed to hear him. You never heard his heart breaking. But that was alright. It was fine. He'd been through a lot, and he knew how to deal with it. The pain doesn't stop-- it never does-- but you make room for it. So even though it felt like he was breathing through broken glass whenever he saw you, he kept his distance. He would respect your decision and leave you alone. ... ... Why does it hurt so much, comrade?

WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH COMRADE?? WELL ITS BECAUSE YOURE A DUMB BITCH OFC IT HURTS WHY DO U ASKED ME SUCH A QHESTION WTF

I like it how you make this frustrating instead of painful, it’s so satisfying, and i enjoyed it very much so thank you for sending/pos. actually? If i were to continue this, i rather make both of them die as a strangers, so read this cut down below if you wanna see my continuation.

if ajax were to gave the world the curses it deserves, he’ll give it. Just for you to remembered him again, just for you to stroke his hair again, just for you to smoother his face with delicate kisses, just for you to stop crying. For you, he’ll done everything. And for anything the universe had point it’s blade onto his neck, he’ll ripped it off just for you. Anything if he could return to the home he adores.

“w..why’d you..save me…sir harbinger..?”

“..i can’t let you go now, we’re in love after all…” , crawling out of his comfort lines. Ajax draw his line, guiding your body to the other entrance of the wall. You’re still the same, weak and shameless as ever. But those smile which were once meant for him, was like a dust of memories.

Smile for me, please?

“oh…so that’s the reason…”

“but sir…have i..i been in love..though..?”

“or is it…because i-i forget?” , you crumbled to his chest. He is so cold and your tears are so disturbing. the stains of it’s disgust are all over his shoulder. You were terrified. I can’t remembered? I can’t? But i was supposed to remember right? What is his name again…? Who loves me again…? Who save me again..? And who caressed my cheeks every single day? Who are you….?

“sir…what’s y..your n-name?”

“ajax…just ajax..”

“ah…thank y..you for loving me, a-ajax” , that’s how you answered him. You don’t remember but at least…you could feel an emotion, before that stock of breath ran through the night airs. He was so warm..like the dream you’ve always ran when you were out of mind. And maybe this stranger who was in love with you, deserve to let go of his unrequited love.

“you’re welcome..sleep tight..”

— ah maybe it’s too late to dream, ajax. It’s time to let go the past. It’s time to let you rest, from the miserable fate you owe to this world.

#childe x reader #alberivh interaction space

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dubersbutt · 3 years

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Okay so it’s obvious Leon is the most dominant out of you three. So you try to tempt Connor to annoy Leon. Leon has a zoom interview and you and Connor were in the backyard catching some sun. Connor looks great so you get on top of him trying to get him to bite, he does. Connor may not know it but you two are right in the line of view of Leon. You ride Connor on the grass and Leon has taken notice. He’s trying his best to pay attention to the call but every once in a while you catch his gaze and you give him a huge smirk or dramatically moan Connor. Safe to say the rest of the interview was a blur for him, not only did he have a raging hard on but he was thinking of all the ways to punish you or you two.

900 words

Warnings: smut, mild exhibitionism,

Connor knew splurging on a summer home with a pool was going to pay for itself within a month. Obviously he means because he gets to see you prance around in different swimsuits, from bikinis that you wouldn’t have bought to wear around people, to one pieces with cut outs that and detailing that made his eyes bug out of his head.

Today, you were wearing a flimsy little Bikini, the straps so thin he’s sure if you scratched you shoulder hard enough, would fall off your body. The bottoms were held together with bows on the side and Connor was itching to untie them.

He had picked out his spot strategically, knowing that from Leon would be able to see exactly what he planned to do from his spot on the kitchen counter. He beckons you over with one finger from where you’re lounging on Carl, the flamingo-shaped floatie in the pool. It take you second but eventually you’re by his side, and he’s pulling you into his lap.

“Wanna drive Leo crazy?” He asks toying with the straps of your bathing suit.

“Obviously.”

“Good,” he says, pulling on the tie at the back of your suit.

It falls off your body and Connor chucks it into the pool. He can’t really see Leon through the tinted window, can only barely make out his shape, but he’s sure the flying fabric caught his eye.

Connor leans forward, pulling one nipple into his mouth and tweaking the other with his hand. You moan as Connor's teeth scrape against your nipple ever so slightly, grinding down on his thigh. "Yeah, baby," he hums as he switches from your left breast to your right, "Use me, get ready for me."

You moan when he flexes his thigh the way he knows you like. He unties the drawstrings on your bottoms, discarding them with the top. He connects his lips to yours, swelling your moans as you fuck yourself on his thigh. Connor manages to pull of his own swim shorts somehow, pumping his cock a few times as he feels your slick running down his thigh.

He knows when you're about to cum, can feel the way your hips start to lose their rhythm. Your nails dig into his shoulders, and he's digging his into your hips, stilling them.

"Fuck, Connor, why?" you exclaim, "I fucking hate you.""

"No you don't, baby," he teases, kissing down your neck.

"You don't know my brain, I could hate you."

"You gonna ride me or continue to lie?"

You grumble as you push him back against the pool chair. Connor keeps his hand on your hips as you sink on him. Your head falls forward, slumping against his shoulder. You clench around him as you adjust, and Connor grunts.

"You're so fucking good to me," Connor says, nibbling a little at your pulse poing, "Such a good girl."

You arch your back, pushing your chest against his as Connor gets a finger on your clit. He circles it once, twice, and then you start to ride him like a champ. Connor can't take his eyes off your breasts bouncing as your hands come down on his arms for leverage. He starts to lose his breath as you get close, clenching around him.

"Fuck, Con, I'm close," you pant.

"Cum for me, (Y/N)," he says, thrusting up his hips to meet yours, "Cum all over me. Make a mess on me, baby."

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Leon is livid. Not in a mad way, which he realizes makes 0 sense, but he's super annoyed. All he asked for was 30 minutes so he could do the stupid interview for winning the Hart, but he couldn't even get 10.

"Yeah...uh obviously the shortened season wasn't ideal," Leon says, but he's not paying attention, hasn't been since Connor beckoned you out of the water.

He just has to make it through the next 5 minutes, but he thinks he might die any second. He's trying to look at Gene through his laptop camera, but his eyes keep drifting to where you're riding Connor. He can't hear either of you, but he's got the perfect angle to see Connor's cock disappearing inside you.

Leon doesn't even realize how hard his hand is in a fist until he reaches for his water bottle and his fingers ache. He takes a big sip, watching as your body goes limp against Connor, Connor's hips snap up a few more times before he follows, running his hands in your hair.

Leon laughs at whatever corny joke Gene makes, thumbing his shirt collar which suddenly feels stupidly warm. He shuts the laptop shut, and rips open the patio door, beckoning the two of you inside in the same manner Connor did earlier.

"I'm dating the two most sluttiest people on the planet," he mutters, sitting back on the chair, "Which one of you was it?" "Connor," you say immediately, and Connor looks mildly offended to being ratted out, but not at all guilty.

"Come," he commands and Connor stands between his legs and immediately sinks down to his knees when Leon pulls out his aching dick from his sweats.

"You," he calls once his hand is tangled effectively in Connor's hair, "Wait for me upstairs. I'll deal with you later."

#poly fic #nhl smut #connor mcdavid #leon draisaitl #ran rambles

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obsessive-dork · 2 years

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Once again…trying something new (still Eddie related though because I mean…come on!).

In this AU, Eddie becomes attracted to a introverted woman at his college. Their friendship slowly grows into something more, but both are facing difficulties of the past, present, and future.

This is just Part 1 of many to come (hopefully). Once again, any comments/suggestions are welcome and appreciated! Hope you enjoy💜🍂

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“Alright, let’s go,” Robin said, snatching the book out of Em’s hand.

She groaned. “I was in the middle of a sentence. Way to flare my OCD.”

“Get dressed.”

Em crawled out of bed, sighing. She avoided the mirror as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. She chose the usual black jeans and black shirt with the only pop of color being her orange checkered Vans. Redoing her hair, she caught herself in the mirror and rolled her eyes. Senior year of college, and she was still miserable. One friend. No plans. Plethora of mental illnesses.

“Don’t look so morose.” Robin nudged her as they reached the porch.

The music and drunk shouts bombarded her ears. The sweat and smoke filled her nose. Her head already hurt. “The band better be good.”

“Trust me, you’ll love them.”

“Rob!” someone called, and Robin disappeared before Em could even survey the crowd.

She loved this house. It was the lime green house she passed by daily on her way to the cafe, and each time she imagined her life within it. In the winter, the house glowed against the snow, and in the spring, when the lilac and lavender and iris bloomed, they burst brilliantly against the house. She would cover the wrap around porch with wildflowers. There would be a room in the house dedicated to books, and weird, quirky art would be everywhere. She would have a writing nook in the bay window, and her days would be spent writing, music dancing through the house.

But, as she looked around, she found herself hating it, or rather how the people disrespected such a sacred place. So much wasted potential. There were two stained and ripped couches, a dining table with no chairs, and the sink in the kitchen was filled with dirty plates. College kids. She couldn’t believe she was one of them.

As she looked at the hoard of alcohol, the music cut out, and people began to cheer. She grabbed two drinks and found her way to the makeshift stage.

“Thanks for coming. I hope everyone’s having a good time.” The crowd whooped and clapped. “I see some of you are double fisting,” he chuckled, making eye contact with Em.

She smirked at him and raised one of her glasses. She liked his smile. She’d seen it before, but tonight it was different, brighter, lighter. Eddie was a close friend of Robin’s, and he was often showing up at their apartment. He’d also been in a few of Em’s classes. He was dressed as he always was: band shirt, leather jacket, vest over top covered in pins and patches, black ripped jeans, Converse, rings upon rings, a bandana tucked into his pocket.

“You all know Dustin and Lucas, but we got a new drummer tonight, Mad Max.”

A group in the front chanted her name, and Max pulled her hair up in preparation.

“And we are Corroded Coffin!” Eddie strummed his guitar, and everyone broke out into screams.

“Hey, Em!”

She was shocked by the sound of her name, and when she turned and saw Eddie approaching her, she became even more confused. He never talked to her, not even in class. “Hi.”

“You like the set?”

“Yeah, it was great.”

“Glad Robin dragged you here?”

She adjusted her glasses, laughed nervously, and nodded.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Sure.” She glared down at her drink, realizing she’d had too much. Since when did she say sure to spending time with people?

He tucked his hands in his pockets as they made their way to the fire pit. “What classes do you have this semester?” he asked, sitting down on rotting wood chairs.

She did the same. “Some graduate writing classes, dystopian lit, and an immigration course. Oh, and my thesis.”

“Thesis?”

She poked at the fire with a stray stick. “Yeah, I’m writing about environmentalism in Irish literature.”

“You started research yet?”

“I’m five books in, about seven or so more to go.”

“Damn. Any suggestions?”

“Solar Bones. Best one I’ve read so far.” She glanced at him, and he was smiling to himself. “What about you?”

“Uhh, well, I’ve got dystopian lit, too. I’ve already read most of the stuff on the syllabus, but I like rereading. Plus I get to rant for a grade.”

She laughed. “That is one of the best parts of being an English major.”

Their eyes met. She noted the warmth in his gaze and couldn’t look away.

And then she collapsed to the ground. Eddie bit his lip, holding in laughter, and she glared at him.

“Don’t you dare,” she growled. But she couldn’t resist either, and the two burst into laughter. “I’m too drunk for this.”

He reached his hand out to her and pulled her out of the wood pile. “Your arm’s bleeding,” he muttered.

“Oh, shit.” She sucked in a sharp breath and shut her eyes. “I’m gonna barf.”

He shook his head. “It’s just a splinter.”

“Mhm.” She gagged.

“Come on.” He led her through the house and to the privacy of the upstairs bathroom, sitting her on the edge of the bathtub. He poured some alcohol on it and grabbed a pair of tweezers. “So, it’s pretty-”

“Don’t. I don’t want to know.”

“Alright, alright.” He yanked the thick splinter out, and she groaned before hurling into the tub. He rubbed her back. “Okay, it’s okay. All done.”

She wiped her mouth. “Well, this is embarrassing.”

He placed a bandaid on the cut and shrugged. She met his eyes again, and he smiled. “Okay?”

She tilted her head and observed his face. He was more attractive up close. His long, dark curls had frizzed rather adorably, and she realized he had a freckle in his left eye. “You’re not what I thought you’d be. Why’d you…” Her voice faded, and his brow furrowed. “I’ve gotta go,” she blurted, jumping up and jogging out of the house.

Unknown: You okay?

She didn’t recognize the number and considered ignoring it, but she couldn’t sleep. Instead, she was thinking about why on earth Eddie suddenly decided to talk to her.

Em: Who’s this?

Unknown: Eddie. Eddie Munson

Em: Oh

Her stomach turned. Robin gave him her number? Why had he asked for it? What did he want from her?

Eddie: You ran out so fast, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright…I don’t mean to bother you

Em: Fine thanks

Eddie: Here if you need anything

She left him on read.

“Woke up late today.” Robin handed Em a cup of coffee as she entered the kitchen. “Why’d you ditch me last night?” she asked.

“Tired. Sorry, I should’ve texted you.”

“It’s okay. Eddie told me you were alright.”

She glanced at Robin. “Why’d he want my number anyways?”

She shrugged. “He asks about you sometimes, and I think he was excited you came to his party.”

“His party?”

“Yeah, that’s his place. He lives there with his uncle. He works nights though so Eddie usually hosts the band’s gigs.”

“He’s never talked to me before.”

“Probably because you don’t talk to anybody. You’ve always got your earphones in.”

“That’s true.” She sipped her coffee, remembering the few times they’d made eye contact during class. The corners of his mouth would twitch, and Em would look away swiftly.

Her phone dinged, and she glanced down to see a text from Eddie.

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“Why exactly haven’t you talked to her before?” Dustin asked.

“She’s quiet. And intimidating honestly.”

“You? Intimidated?”

“Em, she’s-she’s somber. Always has her head down, breezing in and out before you can even get a word in. But damn, when she talks in class, I can’t take my eyes off her. Her intelligence, her interpretations, her words, they’re just…” Eddie shrugged. “I don’t know, man.”

“Robin’s always trying to get her to come out.”

“Never does though. That’s why I took a shot last night.”

“And?”

“And nothing. We made small talk for a bit, but she uh-she kind of just ran out.”

“She goes to the cafe on Saturdays.”

Eddie’s head snapped up. “Your cafe?”

“Yeah. Religiously.” He grabbed his keys. “Well, come on. You can buy her a coffee or something.”

And sure enough, there she was, sitting in a corner booth and leaning against the window.

Eddie followed Dustin to the counter as he prepared Em’s regular. “You want one?”

“What is it?”

“Three shots espresso, oat milk, cinnamon. Shit ton of cinnamon.”

“Yeah. And a cinnamon roll.”

He watched her as she read and occasionally smiled when a dog passed by. Every few minutes, she’d purse her lips and begin furiously writing notes.

Dustin handed him the coffee and pastry, giving him a thumbs up. “Good luck,” he teased.

“What’re you reading?”

Em gasped, jumping slightly. “Gosh, Eddie. Uh…hi.”

“I come baring gifts,” he smiled awkwardly, placing them on the table.

“Thanks.” She looked at the coffee, then at Dustin who avoided her eyes, and back at Eddie. “You stalking me?”

“No! No. I just-I was coming in with Dustin, and he asked me to bring this over to you.”

She opened the lid, nodded in approval. “Thanks, Dustin! And thank you, Eddie.”

He took the invitation to sit with pleasure. “Cinnamon bun as well.” He slid it over to her.

“Stalking and bribing. Hmm.”

He chuckled. “So, what’s that, then?”

She handed him the book and sipped her drink. “Excavation of Ireland after nuclear devastation for my-”

“Thesis.”

She gave him a faint smile as he flipped through, intrigued by her notes.

“About last night…I’m sorry I got sick in your bathroom and just ran out. That was-was rude.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. How’s the cut?”

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ve gotten so sensitive to blood ever since my injury.”

“Injury?”

“I fractured my leg a while back. Had to get screws and plates. They stapled the cut shut.” She shuttered. “Makes me sick thinking about it. Staples are for paper, not skin.”

He laughed. “How’d you do that?”

“Oh…uh. Honestly, I just fell. Lost my footing and went down. My sister says I should tell people I was doing some elaborate skateboard trick and that the doctor says I can never skate again so no one can prove that I never learned how to skate in the first place.” She adjusted her glasses and picked at the pastry.

“What did you mean last night?” he blurted out.

“Hm?”

“Last night, you said I wasn’t what you expected.”

“Scary. I thought you’d be scary.”

“Me?”

“You ever look in the mirror or listen to your music? And whenever you talk in class, something incredibly insightful comes out of your mouth. You’re intimidating.”

“You’re the intimidating one!”

“What?”

“You ever looked in the mirror or heard yourself? Head down. No smile. You never say or do anything not worth being said or done. Don’t waste time.”

“Can’t afford to.”

“I don’t know. I think you’re just afraid to. It’s terrifying giving yourself to something that may not work out.”

She met his eyes. “Eddie…”

He held her gaze and waited. But nothing else came.

“You gonna answer my text?” he asked after some moments of silence.

“Favorite movie? I think I’d have to say Fargo. You?”

“Oh yeah?” he said, imitating a Minnesotan accent. She giggled as he thought, but he was distracted by the smile on her face. A genuine smile.

“Well?”

He snapped out of his trance. “Spontaneous.”

“Never heard of it.”

“It’s this great horror, comedy, coming of age love story. Rather elementary of me considering that I’m a film connoisseur,” he joked, “but I can’t get enough of it.”

“Eternal Sunshine has always been my favorite love story.”

He beamed. “I recommend that movie to everyone.”

“As you should.”

He bit his lip nervously. “So, uh…if I were to invite you to another one of my gigs, would you show?”

“Yeah, yeah I would.”

“Really?”

“I actually am a bit of a metalhead myself. Probably why Robin knew I’d like your music.”

His jaw dropped. “No.”

“Yes,” she laughed. “Bring Me The Horizon. Slayer. Motley Crue. Halestorm. Black Delilah. Day to Remember. Girlschool. Hole, ugh I love Hole. Destroy Boys. Bratmobile. Bikini Kill!”

“Okay, okay.” He chuckled. “You can stop listing. I believe you.”

“And now Corroded Coffin.” She became distracted and pouted at a passing puppy. “Look at those little legs,” she squealed. As if it knew she was talking about it, the pup turned to her and began wagging its tail ecstatically. She waved as it barked and then smiled at the owner, mouthing, “So precious.” She looked back at Eddie, smile still clinging to her face.

“You’ll come?”

She nodded, glancing at her buzzing phone and stuffing her things into her tote. “I have to go, but text me the details, okay? Thank you for-for this.”

“My pleasure.” His eyes followed her out and down the street until she disappeared. He looked wide eyed at Dustin, and both began laughing.

“I’m quite impressed, Munson.”

“And I’m in absolute shock.” He whipped out his phone and texted Em.

Eddie: 10 Tuesday night at the upsidedown. Drinks on me

#stranger things #Eddie Munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie the freak munson #Eddie Munson au #corroded coffin #hellfire club #stranger things au #robin buckley #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #metalhead #femme punk #book nerd #movie nerd #the upsidedown

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litttle-annie-adderall · 3 years

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Vanish Into My Arms (WinterSpider) - Part 1

Summary: At the end of the Infinity War, Thanos has won the war. Everyone who dusted away find themselves in a strange place with no idea where they are. While everyone frantically searches for their friends and family, Peter spots a familiar face in a soldier he fought in Germany a few years ago. Torn between his need for a familiar face and his loyalty to his mentor, Peter makes a decision that will affect the rest of his life.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 10.8k (damn that’s long, I'm sorry)

A/N: Hey y’all! I’ve been working on this for excessively long time, so I hope you like it! It’s four parts total and the whole thing is written, I just have to edit and post them! This story will NOT be forgotten! I’ve posted this on my AO3 (@lynnnieee) as well!

Story on AO3

Slight spoiler for clarification: There is no real way for them to tell time, but I tried to insert people (mainly Peter) guessing how much time has passed using their internal clocks to make the timeline easier to follow because the time between intervals is not equal.

Italics are also mainly Peter’s thoughts.

Thank you and happy reading!! (:

The moment the dust of what had just been Mantis blew away into the wind, Peter knew it was coming for him. What it is exactly, he's not sure, but his spider-sense is burning hot inside his core and causing a small ringing in the back of his head. Drax disappears next, and Peter feels something looming over him. As if Thanos is standing directly behind him and Peter can't move to escape because it's already too late.

"Steady, Quill," Tony says. His voice catches Peter's attention and he looks at his mentor. Please don't take Mr. Stark too, Peter desperately thinks as Quill fades away before his eyes.

The invisible dark cloud behind him is drawing closer and his sense turns the volume of the ringing up to loud alarm bells, begging for him to move or fight or do something, anything, to hold on a little longer to his body.

Tony turns to Dr. Strange, who seems entirely too calm about his impending fate as he says, "There was no other way," before he disintegrates into thin air. Peter feels a sob bubble up in his throat. He's running out of time and he doesn't know what to do.

"Mr. Stark," He chokes out, his balance suddenly beginning to tilt. He twists his wrist, staring at his palm, but it doesn't matter because his body is going numb and he can't feel it anymore. "I don't feel so good." Peter desperately looks to Tony for help.

"You're alright," The man tries to reassure him, but Peter can tell he's afraid too.

"I don't... I don't know what's happening," His feet start to wobble, "I don't know..." His legs give out and he collapses into Tony's arms, clinging onto the inventor for dear life, "I don't want to go," He says, a small sob escaping his mouth.

Tony drops to his knees, holding onto Peter. "Mr. Stark, please, I don't want to go, I don't want to go," Tony sets him down on the ground. The boy is lying on his back in the sienna-colored dirt and mud on the ground, his head leaning against a rock. Peter can plainly see the terror in Tony's eyes as he continues to ramble on, "I don't wanna go."

But it's over too soon, it's too late for him. The dark presence is circling around his body and his spider-sense doesn't know what to do, doesn't know why he's not moving or running away or reacting. His whole body shakes and he knows he's started to dust. He looks at Tony one last time and whispers, "I'm sorry."

Peter shifts his gaze from Tony, choosing to look up at his last view of outer space, something that before this afternoon was only a thing of his dreams, before his vision is overtaken by a bright flash of white light and what's left of his body is blown away by the wind.

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Peter feels like he's been thrust into another dimension. As if every atom in his body was ripped apart only to be forced back together seconds later. He sucks in a huge gulp of air and tries to steady himself before opening his eyes.

By the time he actually peels them open, he realizes he has no idea what he's actually looking at. The sky above him is a misty yet bright orange, like the sun rising at dawn, and the only thing he can see for miles is the Downtown New York Public Library in front of him. He blinks a few times, trying to reassure himself that that can't possibly be what he's looking at.

"Peter?" Someone calls from behind him. He whips around to search for the voice when he suddenly freezes. Standing in front of him and leaning against a pastel yellow old-fashioned car is a man in a worn brown zip-up jacket with a red flannel underneath.

"No," Peter breathes. This can't be right, he thinks, looking in all other directions for any sign of what's going on. But the library, the car, and his Uncle Ben are still the only things there.

"I've missed you, son," Ben says, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Uncle Ben," Peter feels the tears falling down his face, "Y-You're not really here, right? You're just my imagination?" Peter tries to convince himself this is all some crazy dream, but he's having a very hard time believing himself as the man begins to approach him.

"I'm here, Peter, I'm here for you," Ben stops a foot away from him, waiting for Peter to come to him.

And with those words, Peter can't take it any longer. Tears start pouring from his eyes and he throws himself into his uncle's arms, holding on for dear life. "I've missed you so much," He cries into Ben's shoulder.

"Oh, Pete, I've missed you too, but it's okay, you're going to be okay," He tries to calm down his nephew with a gentle smile on his face.

"How are you here? What even is here?" Peter pulls back slightly, whipping his eyes with the back of his hand. He sees the expanse of orange nothingness over his uncle's shoulder, "Where are we?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you all the answers right now," Ben sighs, keeping a firm grip on the boy, "We don't have very much time to spend together."

Peter's heart stops, "What do you mean?" He suddenly pulls back and really looks at the details around him. Uncle Ben's car, Ben's clothes, the library...No, this can't be happening again. "N-No, you don't mean...?"

"Peter-"

He covers his mouth with his hand, "No, y-you die today, Uncle Ben!"

"I know."

"You know?" Peter shakes his head rapidly, too many thoughts appearing in his mind all at once, "How can you know? It-It... You can stop it! You have to!"

"No, I'm afraid that's not-"

"You have to!" Peter explodes, "I-I can stop it! I won't go to the fight, I-I won't let him get away this time, I can stop it! I can save you this time, right Uncle Ben?"

"Peter," Ben says quietly, placing his hands on Peter's shoulders to steady him, "You can't stop it. It's in the past and it's already happened."

More tears shine in Peter's eyes, "But that's why you're here, right? For me to make things right? To let me save you?"

"No, Pete, that's not why I'm here," Ben whispers, wiping away the boy's tears with his thumb, "I'm so sorry, but we can't save each other this time. You can't save me from the past and I can't save you from this place."

"But why do I need to be saved? I don't even know where I am," Petter mutters still trying to wrap his head around the feeling of being in Ben's arms again.

Ben grins at him, "I'm just here to tell you that no matter what happened then, and no matter what happens from now on, I'm so proud of you, my boy. I'm so proud of all that you've become, of all the people you've helped and of the person you've grown up to be."

Peter gapes at his uncle before whispering, "You know that I'm Spider-Man?"

"Of course I do, son," Ben chuckles with a small wink, "I know a lot more than I'm supposed to be letting on."

Peter doesn't really understand what that's supposed to mean, but he doesn't care. "I love you so much, Uncle Ben," He sniffles, "We miss you so much."

"I miss you both more than you'll ever know, but everything's going to be alright, okay, kid?"

Peter starts to feel slightly dizzy and his spider-sense is buzzing like crazy inside his head again. He looks up at Ben in disbelief, "I'm gonna dust away again, aren't I?"

"I'm afraid so, Peter. But remember what I said on this day?" Ben holds him in place as if he's trying to hold him in this place for as long as possible.

"With great power comes great responsibilities," Peter recounts, "I've been trying so hard to listen to you, Uncle Ben."

"And you've done an amazing job. You're going to be just fine, Peter. This is your way station to the future and you know I wouldn't lie to you. Just remember to always see the good in people, because you never who you'll find a home in. I love you, my son." The smile on Ben's face is the warmest thing Peter's seen in a long time and he wants to cry all over again.

Peter can barely process the words he's hearing as the ringing in his head grows increasingly louder and his legs go numb. "You're my what?" He tries to ask but it's too late, he's out of time again. And this time around, it's the darkness that takes him away completely.

~~~

Peter knows he must be conscious again when he feels a throbbing yet surprisingly dull ache in the back of his head. His fingers feel wet as they lie beside his body on the ground and he groans, his eyes flickering awake again. Above him, he sees the same bright amber sky he did when he was with Ben. A part of him is tempted to run in search of Ben again, but he knows he won't be here. With his Parker luck, that would just be too good to be true.

He slowly sits up, cringing at the pain it causes to his head. He carefully places a hand on the back of his neck and rubs the base of his skull. The ground beneath him has a thin layer of water resting on top of it, and he can't quite tell if it's yellow sand or something else under the liquid. His fingertips swipe against the ends of his hair and he realizes it isn't wet even though he was just laying down in the water. He swirls his other hand in the pool, but it simply rolls off his hand instead of sticking to his skin.

That's when he notices that the dirt that had caked up on the Iron Spider suit during the battle with Thanos is gone. His entire suit is as clean and sparkling as it was the day Mr. Stark gifted it to him. "What the..." Peter mumbles to himself, before finally looking up at everything else around him.

There are thousands of people scattered all around him, and the amber landscape stretches on forever, just like it did with Ben. He feels like he's looking into a mirror reflection of another mirror, but it never ends and the number of people just keeps expanding. He watches on as more and more people keep materializing out of thin air. Some people are hugging each other, lots are crying, and many are wandering around aimlessly, probably looking for their loved ones.

Peter quickly brings himself to his feet and scans the crowds for any familiar faces. Logically, the Guardians and Dr. Strange should be around here somewhere, Peter thinks, but he doesn't see them anywhere. Peter's eyes nearly bulge out of his head when a grown man walks past him, one with head-to-toe blue skin and a long, thin tail sticking dragging in the water behind him. He does a double-take before quickly looking closer at the people around him. People being a loose term in this circumstance, but he's pretty sure that's a lion with her baby cub far off to the right. Peter's mildly conflicted between trying to get a closer look and running away for fear of being eaten.

Peter mostly sees humans surrounding him, or at least what he assumes are humans, but could truly be a life form from any other planet, he supposes. Just as he turns around, the biggest butterfly he's ever seen (at least a three-foot wingspan!) swoops down over his head and flies off into the distance. The never-ending orange light continues to stretch out behind him in this direction now as well. The library and the car are gone, but they've been replaced by a large brown pavilion, made out of what seems to be wood, but Peter has yet to see any trees here, so he knows that can't be possible, right? Then again, if aliens are here and he saw his dead uncle, anything is possible, right?

Leaning against one of the pillars of the large gazebo-like structure is the only person Peter sees that doesn't look frantic or scared. The tall man with long brown hair has his arms crossed over his chest and is staring up at the new sky. His face is pretty emotionless, but Peter can tell there's a hint of remorse under all that brooding. His face isn't what catches Peter's attention though, it's his left arm. It appears to be... glistening in the amber light. Is he in heaven? Is he dead? Jesus?

Peter quickly shakes that thought away, telling himself how stupid that is. He can't help but walk towards the man anyway though. He's stunned with the realization that the man in front of him is The Winter Soldier. He freezes, not knowing what to do now. On the one hand, he's never officially met the man except for that one time two years ago when they briefly fought in Germany, but he's sure that the Winter Soldier has more important things to remember than him. Though that's honestly the least of Peter's concerns, really. He's completely aware of exactly what Tony thinks of the man and Peter can't help but wonder if his mentor would feel betrayed if Peter tried to be friendly with the soldier. Peter's not afraid of the soldier, he knows he's strong and could probably beat him if he ever needed to, but the Winter Soldier did murder Tony's parents, after all. Peter should probably avoid him because of that, right? Logically, he understands that the soldier was being mind-controlled and probably went through more torture than anyone else involved in the situations, but would that matter to his mentor? The person who's spent so much of his time training him and just hanging out with him? Giving him more family besides May?

But on the other hand... the soldier is familiar. Peter has no idea where he is, or if he's even alive, and even though he doesn't know this guy much beyond his name and scattered bits of his past, he knows Captain America trusts him, and honestly, Peter really wants something familiar right now. He wants someone from home, even if that's as vague as someone who lived in Brooklyn 80 years ago. He wants someone who knows him, even if they maybe don't remember him, and someone who knows about the ordeal with Thanos. Peter scans his surroundings one last time, looking for anyone else he might see that he knows. But at last, he takes a big deep breath and walks the final six feet over to the man, pushing down the small ball of guilt in his head and hoping that Tony would understand.

As Peter gets closer, he senses the cold energy the man lets off. His stance seems to command people to back off with arms tightly crossed over his navy bulletproof vest, the gold lines on his new, black, metal arm shining under the light. His lips are pressed together in a tight line, but Peter notices the depressed yet foreboding look in his eyes and wonders if maybe he's actually a little scared underneath his brooding exterior.

"Um, Mr. Winter Soldier, sir?" Peter says, trying to sound confident. The man turns his head towards him and raises his eyebrow. Peter shuffles his feet, "I'm-I'm Peter, Peter Parker. You probably don't remember me without the, um, the mask, but we met, briefly, in Germany a few years ago," Peter bites his lip and rubs his palms together nervously.

The soldier stares at him for a moment before giving the slightest of head nods, "You're that spider thing, yeah?"

Peter nods quickly, "Y-Yes, that's me, sir."

"Right," Bucky eyes the boy warily, "Just call me Bucky, kid."

"Okay, Mr.- uh Bucky," Peter's lip twitches with a small, nervous smile because holy shit, Bucky Barnes remembers him. "Do you- uh, have any idea where we are?" Peter glances around to make sure nobody is listening to them before leaning in and whispering, "This is because of Thanos, right?"

The sadness Peter sensed in Bucky's face earlier returns to his expression, glazing over in his eyes, "Yeah, this is Thanos," Bucky stares back up to the sky, "He killed Vision in Wakanda, took the mind stone, snapped his fingers, and that was that. Here we are." He shakes his head, putting on his blank stare again, "As for where or what here is, I'm not sure."

Peter tries to suppress the fear bubbling up in him, "Are we dead? Have you found anyone else from home? Any of the other Avengers?" If they are dead, Peter can only hope and pray once more than Mr. Stark isn't here. Or Aunt May, or Ned, or... or anyone he loves. He'd rather be on his own than have all his loved ones be dead along with him. Plus, maybe he'll find some company in Bucky.

But if they are dead... that means Uncle Ben and his parents should be around here somewhere, right? Although, Peter thinks, all this nothingness isn't exactly what he pictured when he thought about Heaven. And if this was Heaven, shouldn't God be around here somewhere? He could imagine everyone growing very bored very fast here. Does that mean it's Hell then?

Bucky raises his eyebrow at Peter again, this time as he sarcastically looks around for other people they know. Peter snaps out of his lull and cringes, "Right, sorry, dumb question."

"Thanos wanted to wipe out fifty percent of all living things in the universe, so I have no idea if we'll find people we know even if they are here. I already see lotta aliens though." Bucky states, looking out into the ever-growing crowds.

"B-But, I mean, I sort of know you, and I found you, so it's not impossible, right?" Peter all but begs him. Ben may not be here, but if Aunt May or Ned or Mr. Stark are, he needs to know about it. He has to be able to do something to find them.

His desperate hope seems to catch Bucky off guard as the man finally makes eye contact with him. "Kid," He sighs, "I don't know how far out this place goes, whatever it is. It could be like finding a needle in the universe's largest haystack."

"But we can't just give up!" Peter nearly yells, catching the attention of a blonde woman in the pavilion before she quickly turns back to the crying child in front of her. "I mean, what if Captain Rogers is here, wouldn't you want to find him?" Peter asks, the desperation once again slipping into his tone.

Bucky presses his lips together into a thin line, "I don't know what you want me to tell you. If you want to run off and go searching for your family, be my guest, but you and I both know that this place probably goes on forever and you might not find your way back to this point if you do." Bucky sighs again, glaring at the ground, "Steve's not here, and it's not like I've got anybody else to search for, so I'll be here until I see a reason to be somewhere else."

"But how do you kn-" Peter tries to ask, but the glare Bucky gives him tells him to stop, so instead he just nods, "Okay," Peter mumbles. Maybe he'll take Bucky's advice and just wait it out here until the chaos dies down. If the chaos ever dies down.

He sits down into the water and leans his back against the pillar. Staring at Bucky's black boots for a second, he realizes that they almost seem to rest on top of the water instead of plunging beneath it. He dips his fingers into the clear liquid again but it rolls off, the same as when he woke up. "You know, for being water, this stuff is pretty non-absorbant." Peter blurts out, catching Bucky's eye.

"What?" Bucky questions, frowning down at the boy on the ground. Peter's not entirely sure if Bucky's asking about the water or more so just what's wrong with him, but Peter decides to assume the former.

"Yeah, look," Peter cups a small amount of the liquid in his hand and dumps it right on top of his head. Bucky's eyebrows both shoot up and now he's definitely asking himself what's wrong with Peter, but to Peter's point, the water slides right off his hair like oil, leaving dry strands behind. Bucky slowly sinks down to sit beside Peter, his interest peaked. Peter smiles to himself at the small victory, trying to push away the thoughts of being stuck here forever to instead be in this moment with Bucky.

Bucky cups his hand full of the water and spills it onto his cargo pants. Sure enough, it slides right off in tiny droplets, rejoining itself with the pool on the ground. "Are you sure it's water?" Bucky asks quietly, swishing his metal finger around in the curious liquid.

"Huh," Peter considers it, "I didn't think of that. Guess we should give it a try, right?" Before Bucky can respond, Peter cups more in his hand and brings it to his mouth.

"Wait, don't-" The soldier goes to stop him, but it's too late, Peter's already drinking it.

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and determines, "Tastes like water."

Bucky gives him a blank stare before saying, "That literally could have been anything and you drank it anyway." Peter shrugs, and Bucky rolls his eyes, but actually chuckles, "You remind me of Steve."

"Really?" Peter smiles, thinking what a compliment that is to receive from Captain America's best friend.

"Yeah," Bucky smirks, "You're small and careless."

Peter's grin grows, "So like, pre-serum Captain America?"

"With the strength of post-serum Steve." Bucky nods, then hesitates before adding, "Couldn't believe when you'd caught my punch like it was nothing that day." Some of Bucky's old Brooklyn accent slips into his voice, and it makes Peter feel much more at home than he thinks it should.

Peter looks at Bucky's new vibranium arm, the metal fingers still dipped below the water's surface. "I thought your arm was the coolest thing in the world, still kinda do, if I'm being honest." Bucky gives him such a sincere smile that Peter has to look away in fear of blushing too hard, "Mr. Stark would never admit it, but I think he got a lot of inspiration from the dynamics of your old arm for the new Stark line of prosthetics."

Peter instantly regrets bringing up the genius when Bucky's smile drops. "So, you're actually really close with Stark, huh?" He asks, seeming so unsure of himself for someone who is often thought of as a terrifying assassin. Peter nods but winces at the guilty look that spreads across Bucky's face. "Right," Bucky whispers to himself, staring off into the distance. Peter recognizes from experience the look in his eyes and realizes his mind is probably drifting into dangerous waters.

Although he'd like to reaffirm to Bucky that he doesn't judge him based on his past because that wasn't really him, his loyalty to Tony gets caught in his throat, stopping the words. He shakes his head, sensing Bucky would rather move on from the topic anyway. "Do you like the new arm better? Where'd you get it anyway?"

Bucky's eyes dart back to the boy next to him who's staring at his prosthetic like it's one of the seven wonders of the world. "It's a hell of a lot lighter, that's for sure," Bucky explains, his jaw still tight, "I used to get serious backaches from lugging around the old one. The princess of Wakanda made it for me after Steve took me there to get my mind fixed."

Peter's eye bulge out of his head, "You lived in Wakanda? That's so awesome. I've seen King T'Challa on the news since they opened their borders and it looks so amazing. The technology is just so, so groundbreaking and unbelievable there!"

Bucky's expression finally softens and he smiles at Peter's ramblings, "It was very beautiful. You'd probably like Princess Shuri, I think she's around your age and she runs all the technology in Wakanda."

"Did you know her?" Peter gasps excitedly.

"Not much," Bucky grins thinking back on his home in Wakanda, his first real home since Brooklyn, "She was real busy and I was content on my farm. I never knew I loved animals so much until the king gave me a small cottage and some land to raise livestock."

Peter can't believe that the Winter Soldier seemed so fulfilled living on a small farm raising animals, the simple life. But he deserves that happiness after all he's been through. "Did you have a favorite kind of animal to raise?" Peter asks as he tries not to let it show on his face that he's just realized Bucky's been ripped away from his home once again.

"Goats," Bucky chuckles, "Man, I loved those goats." He doesn't seem sad about the loss though, Peter thinks he looks happy to reminisce about it. He probably hasn't gotten to talk about it much.

"You have goats? I love goats, I've always wanted to see one!" Peter exclaims.

Bucky quirks his eyebrow, "You've never seen a goat in person?"

Peter shakes his head, "Nope, I've always lived in the city and there aren't a whole lot of farms or petting zoos in New York City." Peter's eyes light up with an idea, "Hey, maybe when all of this is over, I can come and visit your goats in Wakanda!"

Bucky smiles at Peter's hopefulness. If Thanos has all the infinity stones, they both know they're probably not getting out of this. They'll be here for the rest of their lives like the Mad Titan intended, but they could both use something peaceful to look forward to right now. "Yeah, sure, Peter."

"Promise?" Peter holds out his pinky, a nervous half-smile gracing his face.

Bucky chuckles, gripping it in return with his own pinky, a soft warmth humming through his body at the touch, "Promise."

~~~

It didn't take long for Peter to figure out that pretty much no one knows anything about where they are, and it's become abundantly clear there are few ways to get any definitive answers to the hundreds of questions floating around. It's not entirely hopeless though, Peter acknowledges, as they've all collectively learned some useful things since the day they first arrived.

First of all, Peter realized right away that there is no way of telling time, as the burnt orange light never grows any darker or brighter, it's always just as they found it. If he had to guess based on only his internal clock, Peter would say it's been about a week since he first woke up. With his extensive scientific knowledge, however, he deduces that time could be moving faster or slower here than it does on Earth, much like how time works significantly differently in the quantum realm. Therefore, any time predictions he can make are essentially useless to everybody but his own state of mind, as Bucky likes to remind him when the spiderling pesters him with questions about the time.

"How long do you think we've been here?"

"No clue. God, I hope this stupid light dulls at some point."

"But if you had to guess? How long has it felt?"

"Jesus, Peter, I don't know. A dozen hours at the most, maybe?"

"Okay, good I guess. I was thinking half a day so at least we're thinking the thing."

"Even though it doesn't really matter because we'll never know if that's accurate."

"Right, yeah, of course. Were there already a lot of people here when you woke up?"

"Not really, it was pretty sparse."

"Were you alone for long before I found you?"

"...Peter."

"I know, I know! We have zero way of knowing and all that, but do you think you were?"

"No, not really."

"So, if you had to guess-"

"I get the feeling you're going to make me."

"-How many hours would you say?"

"Although this is just my interpretation and it means nothing-"

"Of course, of course."

"-Less than an hour."

"Wow, so really not long in the grand scheme of things."

"Sure."

"Hey, Bucky?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"I haven't seen anyone else rapidly materialize for a while now."

"Me neither."

"How long would you say it's been-"

"PETER!"

The other findings of their new world were also pretty immediate. Whatever sort of beings this place has turned them into eliminated their need for food, drink, and the use of a bathroom. That was actually quite a relief to discover because this realm is sorely lacking all those things. Days had passed (possibly) when people began to talk outside their small groups and everyone agreed that they were not hungry or thirsty, but also didn't have any insufficiencies in strength or energy because of it. The elderly were stronger than they had been in their life forms and those who had been ill were healed upon arrival.

As for sleep, it's unclear to Peter whether they still need it or not. He has rested and fallen asleep a couple of times, but more out of boredom than real exhaustion. Aside from being able to feel things and each other, it's almost as if they're ghosts.

What Peter noticed the humans around him struggled with the most is the lack of privacy. With only about a dozen large pavilions discovered so far in the seemingly never-ending orange expanse, privacy was nearly impossible to achieve. The other species were an entirely different story though. Most of the other human-like species wanted their privacy as well, while all the animals or species without the ability to communicate vocally with humans seemed to have no problem with having no place to take shelter. Because none of them were hungry, the prey learned they had no reason to hide from predators.

A rather recent development came in the form of King T'Challa and his goal of reuniting people and families as best he can. Peter guessed it was around five days in when he and Bucky first caught sight of King T'Challa and his sister, the princess of Wakanda, Shuri. Bucky saw them first and was quick to drag Peter along with him to meet them, but Peter's sure Bucky's intentions for bringing him along had more to do with not wanting to lose sight of him in the crowds and less about introducing the boy to his royal friends. T'Challa had apparently awoken with his sister fairly close by. The King explained that most of the people around them were very distressed and alone, and so he and Shuri have taken up the job of helping people find with their families ever since. While it's been a struggle, but he has a plan in place, starting with collecting last names and finding multilingual beings of any species willing to help him out. For the humans T'Challa can communicate with, he's done his best to explain the Thanos situation, in the hopes that it will soon become common knowledge among the intelligible species here.

Aside from those baseline discoveries, that's been... it, really. Peter has yet to find any sign of his family or friends and therefore spent his whole week with Bucky. They can't do much because as beautiful as it is, this remains a pretty dull place. So, he and Bucky just talk, take breaks to stare at their new sky for some quiet, and occasionally sleep out of boredom. As far as companionship goes though, Peter thinks he could have done so much worse than Bucky. He'd actually argue that Bucky's company is the best he could have. The soldier was understandably stiff at first, but Peter did his best to stay positive and make witty remarks whenever he can, just like he does as Spider-Man. Bucky eventually started quipping back instead of just staring at Peter. His jokes were so subtle at first Peter almost missed it, but they soon fell in sync with each other. Even though it hasn't been that long, Peter thinks he's defintiley made a true friend.

"I think I'm gonna take the Iron Spider suit off, it's getting too hot in here."

"Do whatever you want, kid."

"...Um, Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you have a second fully equipped Spider-Man suit under your state-of-the-art Spider-Man suit?"

"Oh! Um, yeah, I forgot about that."

"Did you now?"

"Stop laughing, I can explain!"

"I'm waiting."

"Well, you see, Mr. Stark said to save the wizard and so I followed the Squidward alien who captured Dr. Strange onto the donut ship, but then as I webbed onto the side of it, it started flying back into space-"

"..."

"-And the higher it went, the less I could breathe, obviously, because I was on the outside of the ship. Did I already say that? Whatever. Anyway, Mr. Stark flew up in his Iron Man suit and sent the Iron Spider suit to me to cover me over my original Spider-Man suit as I passed out and fell off the ship so I could breathe again and you know, live-"

"..."

"Then he tried to send me back home by releasing the suit's parachute but I webbed myself onto the donut again because I figured he'd need the back up in space."

"..."

"So, yeah. Two suits."

"...Did you ever save the wizard?"

"Yup! Wait, no. Well, yes from Squidward. But then he died again when Thanos snapped us all away. He should be around here somewhere. The Guardians too."

"So, are we deciding that being here means we're dead then?"

"Maybe, I'm not actually sure what to call this."

"I'm gonna go with being dead. That would be a relief. Life is too fucking stressful."

"You know, I think you'd be great in the 21st Century, Bucky."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! Your dark and self-deprecating sense of humor means you would totally love all the internet memes that most Baby Boomers think are sad and not funny. Depression and suicide jokes are almost always sure to get a laugh. And since you're from the G.I. Generation, you can prove that it's not only young people who love dark humor and think Boomers are the worst!"

"Alright?"

"One day, I'll teach you all about meme culture and vines (R.I.P). You'll definitely love it!"

"...That sounds great, Peter. I can't wait."

Peter loves learning about what Bucky's life was like before HYDRA took him and hearing stories about Captain America back in the 40s and as a child. Peter was initially surprised when Bucky expressed an equal amount of interest in hearing about Peter's life in Queens. Peter told him all about Aunt May, Ned and MJ, Flash's teasing (Bucky wasn't quite so amused by that one and Peter changed the subject at the dark wash of anger that passed through Bucky's eyes), how he became Spider-Man, and when Tony Stark recruited him.

He tries to keep the topic of Tony short any time he comes up because of the heartbreaking guilt that Bucky poorly hides whenever the man is mentioned. Although he feels like a bad person to have thought this, Peter thinks Bucky's noticeable and sizable guilt has actually lessened his own guilt towards Tony. Knowing that Bucky feels genuine regret and sorrow for the actions he was forced to do proves to Peter that he's not the man his mentor believes him to be. The small ball of fear of disloyalty will always be with him, but it affects Peter less every day as he grows more and more attached to Bucky.

That's sort of becoming the problem, actually. Peter's feelings of friendship slowly morphed into something more, something, well, not so friendly. More often, he finds himself watching Bucky's lips move when he talks or his skin growing hot under his suit when Bucky lets him examine his prosthetic arm and their faces are so much closer than usual. Their lazy, sleepy talks before they fall asleep are Peter's new favorite thing. Bucky running his hand through Peter's hair while the boy lets out all his worries, Peter comforting Bucky when the man wakes up from nightmares, and the pair fast asleep while laying all over each other. The whole thing has turned so oddly intimate that Peter hasn't felt this safe with someone since he was a young kid.

"...And I know King T'Challa is doing his best to find her, but we're all each other has left. Before Mr. Stark came along, it had just been her and I, and sometimes Ned, for the longest time, ever since, well, nevermind. I honestly don't know if it's better to have her alive and well in New York but all alone or have her stuck here but with me. She's lost so much and I don't want her to think I'm gone too."

"I wish I knew what to tell you, Pete, but I'd bet that if I were her, I'd rather be here with you than on Earth alone right now."

"How did you know Steve wasn't here?"

"Before you woke up here, did you maybe... go somewhere else first?"

"Did you?"

"I-I was back at the Stark Expo in the 1940s, sort of, but Steve was there. Not the Steve everyone knows and loves, but my Stevie. My scrawny and tiny Steve that wanted to fight every bad guy in the world even though he couldn't even breathe right."

"What did he tell you?"

"He told me about Thanos, he told me... he told me that I was going somewhere he couldn't follow, but that I wouldn't be alone. I teased him about being my guardian angel. Guess he saw you coming, didn't he?"

"...Ben called it a way station, I think."

"What?"

"The pit stop between Earth and here. I saw my Uncle Ben who died a few years ago. He said that he was my way station to the future."

"Is that all he said?"

"He told me he was proud of me, and-and all I could do was cry and tell him over and over how much I missed him. He was exactly how he was the day he died and it was all my fault and-and he's proud of me, but he shouldn't be because I was petty and wanted revenge and now he's dead because of it."

"Peter, I'm sure it wasn't your fault."

"It is, Bucky! It is! I entered a contest to win money so I could buy a car to impress a girl, but after I won the guy wouldn't pay up and I had to leave empty-handed. A minute later a mugger came in a robbed him and I could have stopped him from getting away but I just let him go to make the guy who owed me money feel just as cheated as I did. I guess the robber needed a car because he tried to take Ben's but when Ben wouldn't let him get away, so the robber shot him. Don't you see, Bucky, it's all my fault! Ben got killed for being the only person to do the right thing."

"I know how it feels to think like that Peter, but it wasn't your fault."

"But-"

"No, just- hear me out, okay? Yeah, you did a stupid thing, but I know that if you had even the suspicion that that guy wanted anything more than a crook's money, that he ever thought of killing someone, you never would have let him get away. I know it'd hard to admit to yourself, but you know that too. You're a good person through and through, kid. Okay? Can you trust me on that one?"

"Only if you trust me that you're a good person inside too."

"That's a whole other story, Peter."

"No, it's not. You didn't get a choice in the things they made you do and you're not a bad person because of it."

"I just make people's lives harder by being in them. I mean for god sakes' look at Steve. Even when he was small and sick, Stevie's always been the stronger one between the two of us. He adapted so well to the modern world after being pulled out of the ice and he was doing so good because he found people to be there for him, no matter how much he insists he can do everything alone. He had a home and a team and then I came along he lost everything he loves all over again, just like the ice took from him. I don't deserve to ever have the kind of family he did. I never got much choice in whether or not I was alone, but the more I lived, the more I realized that it's just better for everyone if I am."

"Bucky-"

"No, I'm sorry, you can pretend I didn't say all that. I didn't mean to go off on you like that."

"Don't be sorry, Bucky. I want to help you if I can because you help me. You know, during my moment with Ben, he told me to see the good in people because I'll never know who I'll find a home in. I think he saw you coming too, Bucky, like maybe Steve saw me. Steve did what he did for you because he loves you. I'm sure he'll never regret that. I wouldn't if I were him."

"Thanks, Peter, but I'm not worth all the effort and loss. He deserves so much better. You do too."

"I don't think that's true, you're definitely more than worth it. Nobody deserves to be put through what you've gone through."

"Maybe, but maybe I didn't deserve to be saved either. I should have just been eliminated. I shouldn't have gotten that choice to be alone or not."

"You're not going to be alone anymore, Bucky."

"How can you be sure I'm what your uncle meant?"

"Because I see how great you are, and how good you are. I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't believe that. Steve wouldn't either. You're going to have the choice to be with people in your life because you deserve it."

"People aren't exactly lining up to hang out with someone who's done the things I've done."

"...Peter, what're you doing?"

"Getting in line. I got here extra early to make sure that I was first."

It wasn't until one day Peter awoke half-hard with his head in Bucky's lap that he realized his feelings might be becoming a problem. But at the same time, he doesn't know how to stop his feelings because it seems impossible not to be attracted to this god-like man, especially now that Peter really knows him.

So, Peter knows he's definitely fucked. Surely and thoroughly fucked.

~~~

"Peter!" The boy jolts awake at the sound of someone distantly screaming his name. He picks his head up off of Bucky's legs, blinking a few times to allow his eyes to adjust once again to the sudden bright orange light. He squints into the distance, searching for where the voice is coming from.

"Good morning," Bucky's low morning voice grumbles beside him. Peter tries not to stare as Bucky runs a hand through his long hair and then stretches his arms in the air, his shirt riding up and exposing the skin around his waist.

"Yo, Peter!" They both hear again, but this voice is definitely different from the first. It's a little deeper but slightly more feminine sounding.

Peter bites his lip and forces his gaze away from how gorgeous Bucky looks when he wakes up. "Any idea who that might be?" Bucky stands, his eyes also scanning the crowd as he reaches a hand out to Peter, pulling him to his feet as well.

Peter starts to shake his head, he has a suspicion of who it is but doesn't want to get his hopes up. But then his eyes suddenly lock on two figures pushing past people and charging towards them. His expression breaks out into a beaming grin, "Oh my god," He whispers to himself.

Bucky chuckles beside him, "Friends of yours?"

"Ned! MJ!" Peter hollers and starts waving his arms around like a lunatic, the duo now running even faster towards him.

Peter whips around to Bucky, his face inexplicably bright, "I never thought I'd see them again, Bucky, can you believe this!" He's told Bucky all about his fanboy best friend and the snarky girl from the academic decathlon team. He's practically bouncing up and down and all Bucky can do is laugh fondly at Peter's excitement before the teens reach them.

"Peter!" Ned shouts in his face, nearly knocking Peter over with the force of his hug. MJ trails behind him, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. "I can't believe you're here!" Ned yells into Peter's ear again.

"Ned, you're here!" Peter exclaims, pulling away from the boy's hug to see his face, "You're really here!" He turns to look at MJ and beams at her too, "MJ, oh my god, this is crazy." He doesn't even know what to say. He's so excited to see them again, and Ned gives amazing hugs, but he's also so sad that they're stuck here and not at home with their families, safe and definitely alive.

"Hey Peter," She raises an eyebrow teasingly looking at his clothes, "What? Were you caught in the middle of LARPing or something?" Peter glances down at his Spider-Man suit and his face burns. He hadn't considered that all these people would either think he's a complete nerd (which, to be fair, he is) or realize that he's actually Spider-Man.

He bites his lip nervously, "Oh, um-"

Before Peter can finish whatever bullshit explanation he was trying to think of, Bucky buts in with, "The hell is LARPing?"

Ned just now seems to notice the man beside his friend and his eyes grow to become the size of saucers, his jaw falling open. MJ, on the other hand, simply shrugs, "Live-Action Role-Playing. It's when dorks go to a park or something dressed as superheroes or fantasy characters and pretend to be them."

Bucky looks from the girl to Peter's suit and snorts, "Yeah, Peter, tell her all about what you get up to on the weekends." Peter playfully glares at the man's smirk.

"Well, you see-"

"Dude!" Ned shouts, grabbing Peter's arm, and cutting Peter off once again. "That's the Winter Soldier," He says in shock as if Bucky isn't standing right there and can totally hear him.

"Uh, yeah, it is," Peter twiddles his thumbs together, getting nervous about the whole situation. This day has already been much more eventful than the past three weeks -- Peter's best guess relative to the number of times he's sleep for a 'night' -- have been, and he doesn't really know how to explain to his best friend why he's been hanging out with Bucky all that time instead of looking for Aunt May and his friends.

Bucky's smirk has drooped a little at the mention of his HYDRA name, but he opens his mouth to reply anyway when someone shouts, "Buck!" His face drops and Peter can see the hint of fear in his eyes. Peter anxiously looks around for who's calling the man, nervous for Bucky's sake that it might be Steve. Peter knows Bucky would find a way to make this whole situation his fault and never forgive himself if Steve was stuck here, meaning he's possibly dead, too. He believes Bucky when he says Steve isn't here, but since they've never actually looked...

But thankfully, Peter sees King T'Challa approaching them all with the birdman Peter met the same day he met Bucky in Germany.

Bucky grins tauntingly when Sam rolls his eyes with a smile, "Man, of all the people I could get trapped in here with, it had to be you, didn't it?" Bucky gives him a one-armed hug, clapping his hand against Sam's back.

"It looks like you're stuck with me for all of eternity now," Bucky grins smugly.

"Hello again, Sergeant Barnes, Peter," T'Challa nods to them, "I found this one," He gestures to Sam, "many hours ago, and he asked me to lead him to you."

"Aw, did you miss me?" Bucky teases him, earning a shove from Sam.

"Looks like it's a day for reunions all around," Peter says softly, smiling at his friends. He anxiously turns to the king, "Have you heard or seen anything about my Aunt May?"

T'Challa smiles sadly, "I'm sorry, I've been keeping an eye and ear out for a May Parker, but I'm afraid I have not come up with anything as of yet."

Bucky places a comforting hand on his shoulder and a slightly forced grin slips onto Peter's face, "That's okay! I appreciate you keeping a watch for me," And Peter means it, mostly. Not finding May is a good thing, it might mean she's not here and she's at home, safe and sound.

"Speaking of, no sign of Steve yet? I haven't come across him and T'Challa said he hasn't either." Sam asks Bucky.

"No," Bucky shakes his head, shoving his hands into his pockets and avoiding eye contact, "And I get feeling Steve would have made his presence known by now, so I'm willing to bet he's not here."

"Yeah," Sam nods, releasing a breath, "That's good though, right?"

An uneasy silence fills the air for a moment before Shuri claps her hands together, "Well, we must get going, enjoy your reunion with one another. We will see you another time. Boys," She nods to Sam and Bucky, "Spider-Boy," She nods to Peter, the smug smile on her face telling him she's just trying to tease him.

"Spider-Boy?" Sam asks, narrowing his eyes at Peter before realization dawns on him, "Oh, kid from the airport who likes to talk?"

"That's the one," Bucky smirks at MJ as Peter's face darkens to the color of a tomato.

"So, hold on," MJ raises a hand, "You're actually Spider-Man?"

She doesn't seem all that surprised, or maybe she's just too good at hiding it, but either way, Peter shrugs, "Sort of?"

She barks out a laugh, "Oh man, is Flash here? Wait until he gets a load of this, he's gonna shit his pants!" Peter can't help but laugh along at the thought, especially considering what a huge fan he is. It's not an uncommon occurrence to see Flash walking around Midtown in a Spider-Man shirt, some of them even homemade.

"Well, this is a weird group of people to find you with, Barnes," Sam teases, "What the hell happened here?"

Bucky rolls his eyes, "The kid found me right when we got here and it's been just us until these two showed up just before you did." Peter catches his eye and didn't even know it was possible for his face to blush even harder until Bucky winks at him.

Sam squints his eyes and points at Ned, who currently has his head in his hands as he frantically looks between the two Avengers with his mouth open, "Uh, is he okay?"

Peter sighs, pressing his knuckle to his forehead, and praying to God that Ned won't embarrass him in front of Bucky, "Yeah, he's fine. He just needs a minute to lose his mind over being in the presence of two Avengers. Hold on one second, I've got this," MJ snorts as Peter pulls her and Ned to the side to talk. Peter glances back at the pair, hoping he's moved his friends far enough away that the soldiers won't hear them.

"I can't believe you've been hanging out with the Winter Soldier this whole time!" Ned gasps, clearly trying to keep his voice down, but ultimately not really succeeding.

"He was the only face I recognized when I woke up and I thought he might know what was going on," Peter tries to brush it off, "How did the two of you find each other?"

MJ shrugs, "I don't know, I was just sitting in one of those wooden things people watching for who knows how long when basically he fell on top of me, yelling my name." She rolls her eyes again, but Peter thinks she looks a little fond of Ned's overenthusiastic antics.

"I was excited and I tripped," Ned gives him an embarrassed smile, finally taking his off of the Avengers, "She was the first and only familiar face I've seen until now," Ned then starts rapidly poking Peter's arm, "But literally who cares about that, tell us about him," Ned gestures over to where Bucky is standing with Sam. To Peter's surprise, even MJ looks mildly interested.

"Oh, right, that," Peter stares at the ground anxiously, kicking his foot into the water and splashing some around, "I don't know, we just talk, maybe sleep if we get bored. He tells me old stories about Captain America. It's just... nice. It's really nice." Peter grins to himself, subconsciously biting the corner of his bottom lip.

"Oh my god, Peter," MJ says sarcastically, "you're into him, aren't you?"

"What?" Peter and Ned yelp at the same time as Peter snaps his head up, staring at her with wide eyes. Ned's head jerks towards Peter, anxiously awaiting an explanation, and Peter just can't believe she caught on so fast. He was being subtle!

"How did you- No, I don't!" Peter frantically exclaims.

Ned dramatically gasps and repeatedly swats at Peter's arm, "You do!"

"Idiots," MJ rolls her eyes then shoots the boys a smirk, "But for real, I thought this place was crazy before, but now Peter Parker is Spider-Man and he's getting it on with the Winter Soldier? Like alright, holy shit."

"Shh!" Peter shushes them both, "First of all, we are not getting it on. And second, keep your voice down, the whole world doesn't need to know that I have an embarrassing crush on Bucky!" He whisper-screams to his two friends, the look on his face screaming sheer terror. He can't stop his intrusive thoughts from asking what would happen if Bucky overhears them and gets weird out by what a freak he is? What if he ditches him because of it?

"Technically, it's only half the world," MJ interjects but Peter pretends not to hear her.

"I especially don't want Bucky to know!" Peter glances back at the man quickly. His arms are crossed and a small grin plays on his lips while he listens to Sam animatedly tell him something. He doesn't seem to have heard them, but with his enhanced hearing Peter can't know for sure. He tries to take a deep breath to call himself down, but it doesn't feel like he's working.

Ned tips his head like he's still trying to wrap his brain around the whole situation, while MJ just squints at him with a simpering smile, "Please, he's totally into you too. I've only been around him for like five minutes but he's already being so soft on you. He's been glancing over here literally every other second with just this look of sad concern or longing or whatever." She shakes her head smugly, "For a brainwashed assassin, he sure gets whipped easily."

Peter groans and buries his face in his hands, "MJ, it's really not like that. He's... he's wonderful, and he's not brainwashed anymore, but he definitely doesn't see me like that. He probably just thinks I'm some stupid kid he has to keep an eye on." Peter's always known that to be true, but it still makes his heartache at having to admit it out loud.

MJ, however, doesn't seem to be buying what Peter's selling at all. She raises an eyebrow accusingly and places a hand on her hip, "Are you trying to tell me you guys haven't been hanging out just the two of you for the past three weeks since we got here, and that you haven't been having a good time?"

"No, but MJ that doesn't mean-"

"And has he pushed you away and not been letting you be your overly touchy self? Does he complain when you lay all over him like you were when we found you?" She gives him her best are-you-fucking-kidding-me stare.

Peter squirms, thinking about the soft little smile that crosses Bucky's face when Peter touches him, "Well, no-"

"That's all I'm saying," The smirk that seems to consistently reside on her face says it all, and it irritates Peter slightly that she can read him so well. Her face brightens mischievously and she suddenly does a little wave to something behind Peter that has him whipping around at the speed of light and wishing he could crawl into a hole and die, "Oh look, here he comes now!"

~~~

Over the possible weeks that passed, the odd group dynamic between two and a half Avengers and two and a half regular high schoolers worked out much better than Peter initially expected it would. Bucky and MJ got on like a house on fire resulting in a never-ending storm of sarcastic comments. Ned loved hearing all the stories Sam would tell about his time in the military and as the Falcon with the rogue Avengers and Sam was more than happy to share them.

As glad as Peter is to have his friends back with him, he still finds himself crawling back to Bucky when he misses home or wants to feel as if he's wrapped in one big safety blanket. Just by sitting next to Bucky Peter feels more at ease and less anxious. He tries not to think about his feelings for the soldier, but sometimes it's hard when the intrusive thoughts in the back of his mind tell him that maybe Bucky is feeling the same way. He obviously hangs out with Sam a lot now, but any time Bucky's going to sleep or just needs a moment of silence, he goes to seek out Peter, and Peter's insomnia-ridden mind always has a field day keeping him awake with every possible imagination of why this might be.

Like right now, for example, when MJ, Ned, and Sam are all passed out in a pile under the roof of the pavilion, Bucky and Peter sit in silence at their go-to spot on the edge of the structure. Peter tossed his legs over Bucky's and leaned his head back onto a wooden beam. The man beside him traces the lines on the spider suit near the boy's ankles and Peter can't help shiver slightly at the warm and fuzzy tingling that it sends through his body.

"Y'know, I really miss the night," Peter blurts out as he gazes up at the intense light that is constantly showering over them.

"Yeah?" Bucky mumbles, staring intently at Peter.

"Yeah," Peter nods gingerly, "My senses get overloaded pretty fast since the spider bite and the dark protected me from that even more than my mask did, so I always did better Spider-Man work at night. It's also easier to hide at night, and all the bad guys seem to think they're invisible at night so they creep out then too." He blushes when he sees Bucky watching him ramble on with such a small, yet tender smile on his face.

"I didn't have to worry about anybody figuring out my identity because nobody ever knew I was there until I caught them doing something bad," Peter laughs quietly, "I loved the look they would get on their faces when I showed up. They always underestimated me and it was so invigorating because eventually, it would always morph into that look where they know I've got them and that-"

"-They're fucked," Bucky whispers. Peter locks his eyes with the Bucky's and smiles nervously. With the super soldier's enhancements, he wouldn't be surprised if Bucky could hear his heart pounding out of his chest right now under the soldier's ardent stare.

Peter weakly nods and digs his teeth into his lower lip, "Do you think we're ever going home?" He breathes, unwilling to shake his eye contact with Bucky. His skin begins to burn under the passionate scrutiny of Bucky's darkening eyes. Peter has caught him staring at him like this a few times before over the recent days, but it usually happened when Peter was only just waking up and Bucky's always quick to catch himself and look away before the boy had time to ogle him right back. He's surprised Bucky hasn't turned away and tried to pretend he wasn't looking this time, but Peter can't seem to draw his attention away from Bucky long enough to think properly on that right now. The look in Bucky's eyes triggers more sensations in Peter than he's ever felt all at once before, but more than anything, the feeling of want bubbles up inside every inch of his body.

Bucky opens his mouth to respond but then quickly hesitates. He rolls his tongue carefully between his lips and says lowly, "Sometimes I'm not sure I want to go back."

Peter's breathing hitches and he slowly shuffles even closer into Bucky's personal space. Bucky doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around the small of Peter's back to hold him in place. Peter's voice unintentionally drops even quieter and he's unable to stop the obvious wanton from slipping into his tone, "You don't? Why?"

Bucky's eyes flick swiftly to Peter's lips before they train back on the boy's eyes, full of more unrestrained fervor than Peter's ever seen Bucky allow himself to show, "You know why."

All at once, their lips are harshly pressed against one another's and Peter has no clue who leaned in first but he can't find any part of himself that cares. His body is flush against Bucky's chest and the kiss is already so intense that he begins to feel lightheaded as his weeks-long need is finally starting to feel sated. Bucky swipes his tongue along Peter's lower lip and the boy moans into the older man's mouth as he parts his lips.

Peter doesn't have much experience with any of this, but he hopes that what he lacks in knowledge he makes up for in enthusiasm because good lord, he's only been kissing Bucky for less than a minute and he already wants to do it forever. He presses his hand against Bucky's cheek, feeling the stubble (that never seems to grow out into a full beard in this place) tickle his palm. His other hand finds Bucky's shirt and he clenches his fingers around the material to reassert his space in reality, but that must have triggered Bucky's own grip on reality because he's abruptly pulling back from Peter and moving to the side, away from the boy.

Peter whimpers at the loss and opens his eyes in flash, instantly picking up on the hint of shock in Bucky's eyes that he's clearly trying to hide. "Fuck," Bucky mutters as he breathes heavily.

Peter hurries to catch his own breath, "Bucky?"

"I'm sorry," Bucky mumbles, "I-I shouldn't have..." He shakes his head and stands up, facing away from Peter.

Peter scurries to his feet and takes a step toward him, "Why... why not?" Peter reaches out and gently wraps his fingers around Bucky's right wrist. "I wanted-"

"Stop," Bucky growls, effectively cutting him off. He huffs a sigh and looks over his shoulder at Peter, "We can't."

Peter chokes down the tears rolling up in his throat and burning his eyes, "Is this-... Am I-..." He struggles to find the right words that won't send Bucky running, "Do you not want this?" He settles on, his voice much more vulnerable than he intended for it to be.

Bucky's eyes finally meet his again, "Peter..." He says desperately, but then his eyes turn hard and he turns his head away again, killing any hope Peter might have had. "We just can't, okay?" He doesn't wait for an answer as he swiftly dislodges his wrist from Peter's grip and stalks off.

Peter's lip wobbles and he bites it hard to keep it still as he slumps back against the wooden pillar in their spot, watching Bucky walk away from him. A tear slides down his cheek and he finds himself questioning whether or not Bucky will actually come back to him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: So I know that each soul stone experience is supposed to be based on a specific memory like Thanos’ thing with little Gamora, but for this story, since so many people are all in one landscape, I just sort of shaped it around the vague clip from Infinity War and the pavilions are basically inspired by the structure Gamora stood in, even though I know that’s not a universal memory. It’s not super relevant, but I hope that clears my intentions up a little bit!

As far as I’m aware, they never mention what happened specifically with Uncle Ben in the Tom Holland Spider-Man universe, so for the parts talking about Uncle Ben, I just used what happened in the first Spider-Man movie with Tobey Maguire, imagining Ben as being around May’s age from the MCU spider-man movies.

#winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #peter x bucky #avengers #Marvel MCU #fluff and angst #peter parker #Bucky Barnes #soft bucky #infinity stone soul world #soul stone #time is an illusion

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