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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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Not again

Pairing - MCU!Peter Parker x sister!reader, TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 5,473

Warnings - mentions of death, violence, angst, mentions of stabbing

Summary - Peter Three finds himself in a new universe where his little sister is still alive and he becomes determined to protect Peter One from a lonely future

Sequel to - 'Too much loss'

A/N - (yes two gifs I couldn't decide a'ight? anyway moving on) I was suggested by @xiumin-girl99 to write a nwh sequel to 'Too much loss' which I was so down to do and then I got an anon request which kinda built further onto the idea so that really helped me get a grasp of a storyline for this fic. Anyways, I'll stop rambling now but as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!

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Peter was just swinging around New York on patrol when a sudden gold glow surrounded him, unknowingly transporting him to a new universe. The second the glow disappeared; Peter swung straight into a building that definitely wasn’t there before the glow surrounded him.

“Mother Hubbard.” Peter groans as he gets up from the floor, glancing up at the building and noticing a poster of Spider-Man on the wall that had been graffitied with the words ‘we believe Mysterio!’ Peter raised an eyebrow at the words. Who was Mysterio? And why did this Spider-Man suit look nothing like his? Peter hid in the darkness of the alley to figure out what the hell was going on and as people walked past and glanced at the poster, he started to figure out that he wasn’t in his New York anymore. He noticed how most people who looked at the poster agreed with the words on it, showing aggression towards this Spider-Man and the boy behind the mask. People didn’t react that way towards Peter. They were scared of him in his world.

The moment he figured out the multiversal theory he believed in was true he couldn’t stop himself from doing a little fist pump in celebration as well as making the mental note to write about it when he’s able to figure out a way to get home.

Peter then figured he should keep out of sight and try to track down the Peter Parker of this world. His senses were telling him that he needed his help and despite the dark path Peter had been following, he wasn’t going to sit by and let a fellow Spider-Man struggle alone. Not like he was. As time progressed, Peter realised he had no clue where to even begin looking for this universes’ Peter Parker. This Queens wasn’t the one he was used to, so he had no idea what to look for. There was a family of four living in his Aunt May’s house, taking him aback and sending Peter into a bit more of a panic. Eventually, Peter ends up in an alleyway, thinking of how he could send some sort of signal to the Peter Parker from this universe to alert him of his presence. Just as he debates the idea of webbing words on one of New York’s bridges, something he had some experience in doing, a golden spark appears deep in the alley, gaining his attention. He turns to face it curiously, watching as it grows in size, revealing two teenagers on the other side, the two conversing with each other before calling out to him.

“Peter! Peter, over here!” They call out, gesturing for him to come through the portal. Peter, knowing this was his best bet at finding the Peter Parker that inhabits this world, jogs towards the portal and leaps through it. He knew the teens weren’t expecting him to be the one to jump through. He knew it before the teens stepped back in the realisation that he wasn’t their Peter.

“Hi. No, it’s okay I’m a nice guy!” Peter hurriedly says when the old lady in the corner of the room starts screaming, chucking a pillow at him in the process.

“Who are you?” The teen girl in front of him questions, hands held out in front of her in some kind of defensive stance as she stares at him. Peter lifts his hand to yank the mask off his head to show he is just a normal guy, as well as introduce himself properly.

“I’m Peter Parker. I am Spider-Man.” He starts to explain before a familiar voice cuts him off.

“No, you’re not. Not our Peter at least.” At the sound of your voice, Peter’s eyes searched the house, finally seeing you leaning against the kitchen island. He could see tear tracks on your cheeks and heard how your voice cracked slightly. He felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes when he saw you. It had been years since you died in his world and seeing you alive and breathing shook him to his core.

“Prove it. Prove that you’re Peter Parker.” The teen girl in front of Peter demands. Grabbing a bread roll and holding it up, ready to throw it at a moment’s notice. Peter struggled to tear his gaze away from you, lip quivering as he finally got the courage to speak.

“y/n?” He questioned cautiously, completely ignoring the other girl’s question and keeping his gaze on you as your expression shifted to one of confusion.

“How’d you know my name?” You question, standing up straight and taking a single step forward. Peter could see you analysing every feature on his face and part of him wished you’d recognise him somehow. He wished that by some chance, you were the y/n he lost all those years ago.

“You’re y/n. My little sister.” Peter manages to say, swallowing thickly to rid himself of the tears. He watched as you took in his words, nodding slightly and glancing at the girl and boy stood by the dining room table.

“He could’ve seen the news.” The girl argues when she sees the consideration on your face.

“MJ, something is telling me that he’s a Peter from another universe. Call it my sister intuition.” You say, wiping the tear stains from your cheeks with your hoodie sleeve. The girl now known as MJ didn’t seem convinced by your words, chucking the bread roll at Peter, watching as it bounces harmlessly off his chest.

“Why’d you do that?” He questions, shrugging his shoulders as he looks at the girl who has resumed her defensive stance.

“I wanted to see if you have the tingle thing.” MJ justifies as you watch on, shaking your head with a laugh.

“I have the tingle thing just not for bread.” Peter says, noticing MJ pick up another bread roll.

“Okay, MJ, let’s not throw the bread again. I know you don’t believe he’s Peter Parker but with everything that’s happened recently I don’t think another Peter showing up is completely out of the question.” You interject before MJ can throw the bread.

“Look Ned, could we try and find our Peter? We can explain everything once we’ve found him.” You say, first approaching and addressing the boy stood behind Peter before then addressing Peter, biting down on your bottom lip. Peter knew you were trying not to cry; you had done the exact same thing when you didn’t want to cry in front of people in his world. The boy who Peter now knew was called Ned nodded at your words and started circling his arms widely.

“Find Peter Parker.” He commands as his face scrunches up in concentration. Peter watches curiously, confused by what he was watching. You and MJ didn’t seem bothered by what you were witnessing so that had Peter wondering just how different your universe was from his. Another golden portal appears this time behind Ned and all five people in the room watch tensely as someone steps through, the disappointment clear on yours, Ned, and MJ’s faces as the guy who steps through was an older guy. Peter, however, tensed up, his senses reacting weirdly to the guy, and he found himself standing behind you protectively, ready to pull you behind him at a moment’s notice.

“It’s just some guy.” Ned groans, dropping his arms and glancing over at you and MJ.

“Hi. I hope you don’t mind I just came through this- oh it just closed.” The guy says, turning back to look at the portal before turning back upon the realisation the portal was gone.

“You’re Peter?” MJ questions, everyone watching as the guy nods.

“Yeah. Peter Parker. I’ve seen you three…” He introduces himself, pointing at you, Ned, and MJ before noticing the other Peter standing behind you. Peter noticed how the older Peter tensed up the moment they locked eyes.

“Wait… he’s not your friend.” The older Peter says, falling silent as they stare at each other in shock. Suddenly, the younger Peter is hauling you aside and firing a web at his older counterpart who does the same in retaliation.

“Wait, you’re Spider-Man too? You could have just said so.” Ned says once the two have calmed down.

“Ned, would you go around advertising you were Spider-Man if it were you?” You fire at your friend, grabbing a bread roll and tossing it at his head. Before Ned could retaliate, his Lola starts speaking to him in Tagalog, everyone falling silent as she rants.

“My Lola is asking if you could clean up the webs you shot?” Ned translates, turning back to the two Peter’s who nod.

“Sorry, Lola.” The younger Peter apologises as Ned’s Lola shakes her head.

“I’m going to bed.” She mutters as everyone says goodnight to her, watching as she heads upstairs before the younger Peter turns to start tidying up the mess he made.

“I’ve been trying to find your friend since I got here. I’ve had this strange feeling he needs my help.” The older Peter says gently.

“Our help.” Younger Peter interjects, nodding his head at what the older Peter had said.

“He needs it. We’re pretty much all he’s got left.” MJ says softly and at her words you turn away from everyone, pressing your palms to the dining room table and squeezing your eyes shut to fend off the tears building.

“What do you mean all ‘he’s got left?’” The Peter’s ask in tandem, worried about what the answer might be.

“We just… we just lost our Aunt May. And now we don’t know where Peter is.” Your soft voice speaks up just as MJ opened her mouth to respond. Everyone turned to face you when you spoke. While your gaze was fixated on the table the younger Peter felt his heart shatter in his chest. He wanted to bring you into a hug and protect you from the harsh realities of the world, but he knew he wasn’t the Peter you wanted. You wanted your brother and while he was a Peter Parker and your brother from another universe, he wasn’t the right one.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” The older Peter says as MJ crosses to you, bringing you into a hug as you bury your face in her shoulder. The Peter’s let you have a moment, waiting patiently as you compose yourself and pull away from MJ once you’re calm.

“Do any of you know if Peter has somewhere he likes to go that has meaning to him? Somewhere where he could just-“

“Get away from everything?” The younger Peter finishes the older Peter’s question, both of them watching as you, Ned, and MJ think silently.

“For me, it was the top of the Chrysler Building.” The older Peter states in the hope his words will prompt a reaction from you and your friends before glancing over to his fellow Peter.

“Empire State… or it was. Now I just sit on some corporate building, never cared to learn the name.” The younger Peter says, fighting back the memories of that night as they begin to work their way into his brain once more.

“I think I might know where he might be.” MJ says suddenly, realisation covering her face as it clicks in her head where Peter might be. Ned manages to create a portal to Midtown Tech and you, Ned, and MJ headed up to the roof after MJ had grabbed the box containing Doctor Strange’s spell while the other two Peter’s scaled the school’s tower. You find your Peter sat on the roof and you immediately rush over to him, wrapping your arms around him as Ned and MJ kneel on his other side, also encasing him in a hug as he allows himself to cry. You comfort him for a minute or so before Peter stiffens slightly as MJ pulls away enough to speak.

“Peter, there’s some people here to see you.” She says as Peter turns to look in the direction of the other two Peters, suddenly standing up, angling himself to be stood in front of all three of you protectively as the two Peters jump down from their place on top of the tower. They maintain a distance to show your Peter that they aren’t a threat to him. You watch as your Peter stares at them, having a moment of realisation that they are alternate versions of him from other universes.

“I’m sorry about May.” The oldest Peter starts, speaking softly and carefully as he looks down at your Peter.

“Yeah, I’ve got some understanding of what it-”

“No you don’t understand how it feels. She died for nothing. Now I’m sending you back. Those guys are from your world, right? So if you kill them, that’s on you. I’m done.” Your Peter interrupts the second oldest of the Peter’s, his voice sharp as he points accusingly at the other Peter’s as they nod sadly. There wasn’t a single pair of dry eyes on that roof right now. The two older Peters decide to share their stories of loss and how their thirst for revenge didn’t help anything. The oldest Peter explains how he lost his Uncle Ben, and how he hunted down the killer to get revenge, but it didn’t make him feel any better. The second oldest of the Peter’s shares the story of how he lost Gwen, his MJ, how he tried to keep being Spider-Man because that’s what she would’ve wanted but at some point, he stopped pulling his punches and became rageful and bitter. He expressed how he didn’t want your Peter to end up like him. Your eyes widen in surprise when your Peter admits to wanting to tear the person who killed May apart. He didn’t sound like your brother. You weren’t used to Peter voicing such violent thoughts. He was the ‘Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man’, so this wasn’t like him at all. He begins to quote something that May had said, presumably moments before she died, and to your shock, the other Peter’s finished the quote for him, stating that their Uncle Ben said it the day he died.

“Maybe she didn’t die for nothing, Peter.” Those words spoken by the oldest and clearly the wisest of the Peters acted as some sort of switch for your Peter as he nods, and the other two Peters leapt down to be at your level. From their expressions, you could tell they had reached some sort of understanding. One that could only be understood by Peter Parker.

“Okay, before we do anything I just have to say something. Can we come up with some sort of naming system? Calling you all ‘Peter’ just isn’t going to work.” You say quickly before anything could be said and your Peter couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh at your quick words.

“Peter One. Peter Two. Peter Three. There. Done.” MJ says quickly, pointing at your Peter first, then the oldest Peter, then the second oldest Peter, labelling them as she points.

“Right, now that that’s sorted let’s fix this cures, huh?” Peter One says, holding the bag of cures up and shaking it slightly before leading the group into Midtown Tech and down to one of the labs where you divvy up the cures. Peter One fixing the cures of Max Dillon and Flint Marko. Peter Two fixing the cure for Norman Osborn. And Peter Three fixing the cure for Curt Connors after he boasts that he’s done it before. You weren’t nearly as sciency as your brother, so you were more than happy to sit to the side. You watch the three Peter’s working curiously, observing how similar yet different they were. As you watched, you noticed the sad glances Peter Three kept throwing your way, and along with how he reacted upon seeing you at Ned’s house you were sure something was wrong. You get up from your chair and cross to Peter Three and lean up against the counter he was working on.

“Did I do something wrong in your universe?” You ask as Peter Three turns to face you with a confused expression.

“What makes you think you did something wrong?” He asks quickly.

“Ever since you noticed me in Ned’s house, you’ve been looking at me like I murdered someone. So I want to know if I did something wrong.” You state, wanting to get to the bottom of what happened.

“You didn’t do anything. It was me…” Peter Three says, shifting his gaze back to the cure and fiddling with the bottle to not look at you.

“Peter, I doubt you did anything wrong. What happened?” You press gently, your eyes full of worry and curiosity.

“I made a mistake, and you paid the price.” He says, eyes fixed on the Bunsen burner as the tears gather in his eyes as he remembers finding you bleeding out and you dying in his arms in a dark alleyway.

“Paid the price… you mean I…?” You start, piecing the bits together in your head as Peter Three nods at your words.

“You died. I messed up and you died because of it. I should’ve been there to walk you home after the study session you had with your friends that night, but I went on patrol instead. Some guy hauled you into an alleyway and must’ve demanded money or something because your bag had been ripped open, but you didn’t have any. You never carried on you when you went to a friend’s because-”

“I didn’t want to be tempted to spend it on snacks on the way back home.” You finish, a sad smile on your face at the similarity you shared with the other you.

“Yeah. The guy shot you I assume not long after he realised you had nothing. I was sitting on top of the Empire State Building when I heard the gunshot. I was too far away and when I got there it was already too late to get you to the hospital. You died in my arms.” Peter Three’s voice cracks and a tear rolls down his cheek. You didn’t hesitate in wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly, and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry you lost your y/n. But I know it’s not your fault so you shouldn’t be blaming yourself for it. She wouldn’t want you to and I don’t want you to either.” You say, your chin digging into his shoulder with each word you speak.

“But I shouldn’t have gone on patrol. I should’ve prioritised you.” Peter Three argues, tension clear in his voice as he fights back more tears.

“I promise you; your y/n would’ve cared more about you protecting New York than making sure she made it home. You didn’t do anything wrong, and you couldn’t have known that a guy was gonna attack her. You weren’t the one to pull the trigger so how could it be your fault?” You question, hating that Peter Three also carries the same stubbornness your Peter carries. He couldn’t accept that anyone else was at fault for your death in his universe other than himself and it broke your heart because you knew it wasn’t his fault. It also just then clicked in your head about what he said about being sat on the Empire State Building when it happened and how that must’ve been what caused him to move his thinking spot to be a corporate tower instead. Before you could continue to attempt to convince Peter Three that he wasn’t at fault, the bottle containing the cure for Connors started to make noises, so you released Peter Three from the hug and move away, letting him get on with what he needed to do. You return to the seat you were sat in prior to talking to Peter Three and you sit alongside MJ and Ned who both smile softly.

“What were talking to Peter Three about?” Ned asks curiously, fiddling with the Sling Ring on his index and middle finger as he speaks.

“Just asking him some questions about the y/n in his universe.” You shrug, hoping Ned drops it. Thankfully he does, turning his attention to the computer in front of him as he does whatever it is that needs doing.

“You okay?” MJ asks, turning to you slightly, eyes filled with worry.

“As okay as I can be.” You admit shrugging lightly.

“This’ll be over before we know it.” MJ replies, grabbing your hand gently before Ned suddenly stands up.

“Peter!” He calls out and all three Peter's reply, then realising the confusion and glancing between each other to figure out which Peter Ned wants. Eventually, Ned gets the message across that he wanted Peter One to look at the computer and all the Peters announce that they had finished their cures and were now ready to cure the villains that had come over from their worlds. After conversing about the plan a little further, Ned hands Peter One some web cartridges, much to the confusion of Peter Two who demonstrated his ability to fire webs directly out of his wrist without the use of a web shooter much to the shock of you, Ned, MJ, Peter One and Peter Three. When you recover from the shock of Peter Two’s abilities, Ned creates a portal to the Statue of Liberty for the three Peter’s to lure the villains to.

“I want to help.” You say as they begin to step through the portal.

“No.” Both Peter One and Three say sharply, turning to face you quickly, both wearing worried expressions. One look at the hidden fear deep in both of their eyes was enough to get you to nod and back down against your wishes. You watched as they stepped onto the scaffolding surrounding the statue and walking away to put the plan into place. Your job was to wait for Peter One to pass the box to MJ and Ned to close the portal. You felt useless and like you should be doing something as your brother and his alternate selves work to cure the villains. You waited around awkwardly until lightning started to light up the sky on the other side of the portal and you knew they had arrived in search of the box. It didn’t take long for Peter One to throw the box at MJ and you told Ned to close the portal but to your concern, he couldn’t close it. You and MJ tried to keep him calm and offered different ways to try to close the portal, even offering to do it yourself but Ned shut you down quickly, claiming that neither of you had the same magic that he does. You don’t know how long you were talking to Ned, trying to get him to close the portal. It was clearly long enough for Connors to hear you and start charging at you the moment he climbed up to your level.

“That is a lizard, we gotta run!” MJ yells as you realise what’s happening. The three of you dart for the door to the lab before Peter One crashes into Connors, pushing him towards the door and telling you to run. All three of you dart towards the portal, crossing through it and running along the scaffolding, searching for somewhere safe to hide. You turn to look behind you as you run, and you see Connors chasing you. While looking back, you fail to notice Ned opening a portal that sent a gush of water flowing along the scaffolding, sweeping both you and Connors off your feet and towards each other. As you manage to scramble up you see Connors’ eyes locking with yours as his tail swishes side to side in sinister joy baring both his teeth and his claws as he approaches you.

Peter Three had just been released by the man with octopus tentacles who helped cure Max. As he got up to his feet, he heard the familiar growl of the Lizard and he turned to see him towering over you, lifting his claws as they glistened in the light and Peter Three moved faster than he had moved in his entire life. He webbed his way over to you and kicked Connors away from you. He landed in front of you protectively and webbed Connors up as much as possible, buying Peter One enough time to get the cure in Connors’ mouth as he clamped down on it in an attempt to bite him. The gas released and Connors stumbled back, turning back into a human.

“Are you okay?” Peter Three asks, turning to face you and you instantly saw his teary eyes and knew he was imagining what could’ve happened if he took even a second longer. Before you could reply, Peter One barrelled into you, hugging you tight and you felt the tension slowly leaving his body as he hugged you.

“y/n, I’m so sorry I can’t believe that happened. You aren’t hurt, are you?” He says quickly, pulling away and holding your face in his hands so he can assess any potential damage.

“I’m fine Pete, go check on Ned and MJ. I’m okay.” You say, smiling to convince your older brother that you’re unharmed and okay. However, he seemed hesitant to leave you.

“Peter Three will keep me safe. Check on your girlfriend and best friend.” You instruct gently and watch as Peter nods and swings towards Ned and MJ.

“Sorry about that.” You say to Peter Three as your brother leaves.

“It’s okay. I’d be the same.” Peter Three says, a tear rolling down his cheek that he wipes away quickly.

“You saved me, Peter.” You say with a gentle smile as he nods tearily.

“I saved you.” He manages to say, the reality that he saved another Peter from a world of suffering and loneliness lifting that heavy weight that had been burdening him since you died in his arms in his universe. He had that weight burdening him since the loss of Gwen, but it doubled, maybe even tripled in weight when he lost you. He didn’t think there was a single thing in the universe he could’ve done to redeem himself for failing you and Gwen. But saving you in another universe felt like the y/n he knew had personally removed the weight, nudged him with your shoulder like you always did, and whispered, ‘I knew you could do it; you can rest now.’

“You look like you need a hug. Do you want one?” You offer when you notice he’d fallen completely silent. He didn’t respond vocally, he just strode towards you and wrapped you up in his arms, resting his chin atop your head as you wrap your arms around his middle. Peter let out a shuddering breath as he squeezed you ever so slightly, convincing himself that he did it. He saved you. Maybe not in his world but he could rest knowing you were alive in another universe, that he had a direct impact on your safety.

“You should probably check up on Peter Two. The poor guy probably thinks he got abandoned.” You say, breaking the comforting silence with a slight laugh as you feel Peter nod against the top of your head slightly before loosening his grip, allowing you to wiggle out of his arms.

“You’ll be okay here?” He asks, worry still in his eyes as he looks down at you.

“I’ll be fine. Go and do your weird spider thing.” You tease as he rolls his eyes, wiping at his eyes one last time to rid them of any more potential tears before swinging up to join his fellow Spider-Men. You decide to approach Connors, crouching near his side and making sure he was okay. You figured after travelling across universes and being changed back into a human after being a lizard after god knows how long must’ve taken a toll on him.

“Can the Spider-Man come out to play?” A throaty voice calls out, followed by a maniacal cackle rang out in the air as a glider makes its way towards where all three Spider-Men were standing, along with Doctor Octavius and Doctor Strange. You could see the struggle for the box before it was pulled back into Strange’s grip. There was a brief moment before something exploded, making you grab the scaffolding nearest to you in the vain hope it won’t collapse.

“y/n, Doctor Connors, let me help you down.” Peter Two lands by your side, watching carefully as you both nod and he webs you both, lowering you as quickly as possible before the damage the shield falling off the statue increased, sending pretty much all the scaffolding crashing to the ground. You search for Ned and MJ once you’re safely on the ground, and you find them, trapping them both in a tight hug as you laugh in relief.

“Where’s Peter?” You ask, searching around for your brother. MJ grabs your arm and pulls you towards the fencing surrounding Liberty Island, showing you the large metal shield that had fallen off the statue and was now lying in the water with Peter and the Goblin facing off against each other. Peter was exerting such violence. Violence you’d never seen come from him before. You watched in horror as he grabbed the Goblin’s glider, dragging it over to where the Goblin was and lifting it above his head, ready to bring it down on him until Peter Two got between them, stopping Peter One from killing the Goblin and going down the same path both he and Peter Three had followed. They stare at each other until Peter One tosses the glider aside. In an instant, the Goblin plunged a knife into Peter Two’s back and Peter Three was quick to chuck the cure for him at Peter One who caught it and in one swift motion, injected it into the Goblin’s neck. You watch as Peter Three leaps onto the shield and rushes over to Peter Two’s side, kneeling down and helping him up. Peter One swings up to talk to Strange when you all notice the purple cracks appearing all over the sky. You remain near Ned and MJ, fearfully looking up at the sky and wondering what was happening. Peter was gone from your sight less than five minutes before he reappeared again to talk to his older counterparts, enveloping them in a big hug before swinging over to you, Ned, and MJ.

“They’re heading home. We did it.” Peter states, making you glance over at the other two Peters.

“Do I have enough time to say goodbye?” You ask quickly, looking back at your brother who in turn looks up at Strange.

“If you’re quick enough. Please be quick. I have to tell you something.” He says and you nod, rushing over to the metal railing and climbing over to it. The Peter’s see you coming and make their way over to you, meeting you halfway.

“I wanted to say goodbye. And thank you. Both of you. You really helped my brother.” You say with a smile and the two bring you in for a quick hug.

“You’re welcome y/n.” Peter Two says with a smile as you nod, turning to look back at Peter One who kept glancing up at Strange and then back at you with worry-filled eyes.

“I should go back… oh, Peter Three? Thank you for saving me. Now forgive yourself and keep being the ‘Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man.’ For both your y/n and Gwen.” You say with a smile before you rush back over to your brother, his girlfriend, and his best friend.

Peter Three allows your words to sink in as he glances up at the sky. It was okay for him to forgive himself. He could try to better himself. He could go back to helping the city rather than making them fear him because of his grief and rage. Maybe when he got home, he’d visit Aunt May and they could visit yours and Gwen’s graves together and talk about his next steps in healing. Maybe he’d try therapy, or maybe just talking to his aunt, the most trusted person in his life, would be enough to forge a path for him. Hundreds of thoughts swirled around his mind as he moved away from Peter Two, feeling the same tingling sensation that he felt when he first came to this universe so he could guess he was going home. He threw up a peace sign in farewell to his brother and thought about how he was going to make you proud when he made it back home.

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Delicate (Request)

Marvel Cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff

Request Description: Hey I have a request. People think because I'm a small(5'3") girl I'm a "Delicate flower" and I'm really the complete opposite. So Marvel Cast x Teen!Reader. Reader was a hardcore stunt double(jumping off buildings,in simulated car accidents, fight scenes, ect.)before she got into acting,but because she's so young they try to prevent her from doing her job. (I'm evil so have her do one of the most risky stunts and nail it)

Warnings: stunt, violence (kind of), language, concerned costars :)

(A/N): hey yall im gonna update hopefully twice today or twice tomorrow? it’s because im going to BERLIN with my SCHOOL on sunday, so i dont expect to be able to write a lot. i already feel kind of guilty, since i havent even written that much this week? it can just be really exhausting you know? anyway i know none of you guys mind, its just what i keep worrying about, but anyway hope you all enjoy this :D

“Y/n, can’t you please reconsider this?”

“No, I’m doing the stunt!”

It was getting annoying at this point. You and the cast had been filming the newest Marvel movie for the past 4 months, and finally came the day, where your stunts were filmed. You only had this one scene (and one or two others with a bit of action) in the entire movie that included stunts, and you, being an experienced stunt double before turning into an actor, were excited. In fact, you were pretty sure that your experience as a stunt double, was what had gotten you the job in the first place.

You expected that your co-stars would know this, but none of them did, and you found it hard to bring it up, without feeling like you were bragging or something, so you just didn’t tell them. But that was turning out to be a bad idea, as they were getting increasingly worried.

During the first couple of months, it was mostly light chuckles and small remarks.

“That’s gonna be tough, huh?”

But as the set was built and the day came closer, the remarks turned into a worried demands.

“Y/n, that is way too dangerous! Tell the director that you want a stunt double!” Anthony had told you firmly and worryingly, as you came onto the set, wearing your costume. You furrowed your brows and tilted your head up to look at him.

“No, Anthony. I already told you,” you mumbled. Sebastian, Chris (Evans), Scarlett, and Tom (Hiddleston) looked over and a flurry of sighs came. The argument was starting again.

“Look, maybe you should just listen to us - that stuff is really dangerous, and you’re just too young,” Chris told you, giving you those worried blue eyes.

“I mean, look at you! You’re.. You know!” Sebastian knew immediately he shouldn’t have begun that sentence when he saw the narrow-eyed glare you sent his way.

“I’m what?”

“You know... Delicate..”

You rolled your eyes, intending to walk to a different part of set, where you wouldn’t be ridiculed, but Scarlett’s voice interrupted you. “Alright,” she said, “I’m gonna go ask Joe to give you a stunt double-”

Just before you could retort, because, boy, was it annoying, a set worker yelled across set, running busily across set. “Guys! You’re on now!”

You smirked cartoonishly, knowing you’d get to do the stunt, and set off to your starting position. Your coworkers watched you triumphantly getting ready, and exchanged deflated glances. They, reluctantly, got into position as well.

“Action!”

You felt a power surge as you started, almost immediately jumping into the action. You did it just as it was written in the script, ducking beneath flying fists, taking fake punches, delivering soft blows and jumping and flipping in the air like it was nothing.

As you dashed across the set, you glanced at Tom and Sebastian. They were both doing their own thing, but you found that their attention had been drifted slightly from the fight and onto you. Their mouths stood slightly agape.

You suppressed your grin, and climbed to the area of which you’d be jumping into a fairly narrow safety pad. You glance down and felt both anxiety and excitement tingling in your stomach. God, you’d really missed being a stunt double.

You saw Anthony and Scarlett frowning, and then Chris glancing at the director, probably to signal yo get you down from there, but both directors were looking solely at you.

The ground crunched beneath you, as you turned, pretending to look at approaching enemies coming up to the ledge from behind you. Then you looked down the jump and bit your lip, acting scared.

“Welp, I guess I’m doing this,” you said as scripted, and then let yourself fall. Just as your body fell between the gap, you grabbed onto a small branch, placed there very purposefully. Your body bounced violently at the motion, and your arm tugged at the weight of your own body.

You heard the actors playing the villains trample above you in confusion.

“They probably jumped over! Let’s go!” they hissed, and the ledge thundered and small stones fell, as they all left you in the gap. You looked, once more just like in the script, at the ledge, the branch, and then beneath you.

“God, bad day..” you mumbled, and comically you let yourself fall. You landed, rather gracefully in your opinion, on the pad, and fell onto safety.

The set exploded in applause. The directors, set workers, actors and actresses, everyone was seemingly impressed, and you smiled with pride.

“Woah, holy shit, holy fucking shit, Y/n! When’d you learn to do that?!” Chris asked excitedly, everyone running over as you stood up.

“I was a stunt double for years. I love this kind of stuff,” you explained and watched them roll their eyes and smile in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you say so, you dumbass?” Anthony tried to be angry, but he couldn’t hide how impressed he was. “But, for real, damn that was cool.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t know how to bring it up. Anyway-”

“STOP CELEBRATING, WE’RE NOT DONE!” One of the directors had a megaphone and he made big eyes, as he fussed you all along. The cast laughed at him.

“Alright, but, uh- Next time, just tell us, Y/n. You gave me a fucking heart attack.” Scarlett cursed at you, booped your nose, and then jogged back to her place. You laughed and nodded.

“Tell me too!” Tom hissed, glancing at everyone waiting for the cast to stop fooling around, booped your nose once more (a very boopable surface, if you will), and ran to his position as well.

Everyone traveled back to their places, and then you would work the scene over and over, and at the end of the day, you all went out to celebrate because, as the cast liked to phrase it, you were ‘inexplicably cool’.

You enjoyed the food and the glory, and all was good. Looks like you weren’t so delicate after all.

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wingsofincorrectquotes · 4 years

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Gotta make a new post because this account ain’t my main but thank you guys so very much for the support!!!!! I really appreciate it ;-; and I just felt the need to share that @haunted-bakura, @vanilleris, @ereriwonderland (great name too lmao), @menmasghost @spider-girl99 you all are wonderful and I appreciate you going out of ur way to be so kind <3

#eren talks #this just in: i'm a big fucking sap #i have too many emotions i know sue me

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thewittyphantom · 3 years

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spider-girl99: I have to say this idea is really sweet and I can really picture a scenario where Seto and Mokuba stumble across a dog, who was abused in their sports career and immediately connects with both of them and then the brothers decide to adopt them.

Awwww <3 I can see that too! I bet they’d name it King or Queen depending on if it’s a boy or a girl. If it’s anime-verse maybe Noah, after Noah Kaiba.

[imagines the Kaiba brothers walking their new dog and they stumble upon Tristan who’s doing the same with his dog]

#yu gi oh #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #noah kaiba #tristan taylor

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spookyold-saintjm · 5 years

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I [Don’t] Wanna Be Free - Part 3

AHWM Yancy x female reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of death, and shit that just doesn’t make sense sometimes because that’s how the AHWM world operates. ~just some angsty fluff~

Summary: You left Yancy behind and it’s tearing you apart. Yancy might consider life outside the bars, only for you. And Mark doesn’t know you have the box. You’re going to make some stupid decisions.

A/N: This one’s a little shorter but here’s that fluff you ordered. I was struck with an idea for this thing that has me SHOOK so hopefully I can follow through with it lol. Thanks everyone for being so kind WOW. Let me know if you want more updates/would like to be tagged in the future! Thank you so much.

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The prison grounds were silent when the two of you stepped out into the slightly chilly night air. Yancy had led you through a twisted route around the guards’ patrol paths, and, using the key, you unlocked a door leading into the yard.

“Say, where’s you even get somethin' like that from, anyways?” he asked, blinking down at your hand that was quickly shoving the key back into your secured pocket. You made a dismissive gesture, playing off the question. He hadn’t looked in the box before he’d given it to you. And it was probably best he didn’t know anything about its contents.

He shrugged, unbothered. “Eh, I seen weirder stuff. Now c’mon.”

He started walking further into the yard, waving at you to follow. You walked a step behind him, and the two of you made your way toward a corner of the yard covered by trees. A square table sat underneath, and once Yancy got close enough, he hopped up onto it with a huffed exhale. You followed suit but accidentally sat closer to him than you’d intended, your sides touching. You started to scoot away, but he stopped you by resting his hand on your knee.

“S'alright. Don’t want ya to get chilly out here, pal.”

You smiled but turned your head away slightly. You felt a rush of dull heat rush to your cheeks. Yancy seemed to suddenly realize he’d touched you and quickly pulled his hand away to rub the back of his head.

“Anyways, so’s…why’d you come back? Didn’t ya find youse's fella? Kinda ugly guy, but—"

You straightened yourself and jerked your head back toward him, shaking your head quickly. Mark was a business partner, nothing more. Besides, he’d invited you to come back to visit, right?

“Ah, guess I'se was misjudging that situation there. That’s good.”

You blinked at him. Good?

“I means, ah, good that youse found your partner safe!!” He abruptly added, his dark hair bobbing slightly as he was quick to nod. You shrugged, but quietly agreed.

Things were already more complicated between you and Mark now. You’d never been caught on a job before. And although maybe it was kind of your fault for the whole helicopter thing, you’d been angry with Mark for leaving you behind to find your own way to escape. And you’d let him know it.

Given, he’d had to get literally punched through a wall and had faked his death in order to get outside the prison gates, but…

“So what youse is telling me is that you ain’t no saint, neither.” Yancy smiled as you were explaining this to him, and leaned back and crossed his arms while narrowing his eyes at you.

You let out a small sigh. No, you weren’t. You’d done a lot of things to earn your place in the world. Things that weren’t so good.

He understood. “Sounds like you seen lots of stuff, but you ain’t seen damn near nothin’ like I has. I’se can promise you that.”

He stared up at the faintly starry sky above you both. “Trust me, sweetheart, there ain’t nothin’ out there worth risking youse's tail for like that. You think you found what the tip-top of the world looks like, and before youse can even blink—“ he snapped his fingers. “Ya do somethin’ realgoddamn stupid and it all goes screwy real fast. And then, youse find out you can’t be by youseself in the dark without thinkin’ it’s gonna start all over again."

His head dropped back down, and lifted one arm to absently rub his opposite shoulder. You weren’t sure what to say, but what you did know is that someone like him couldn’t have really deserved to be in a place like this after all this time. Why hadn’t he left? He’d been given plenty of opportunities.

“It just ain't that simple,” he replied, still not meeting your eyes. You suddenly noticed, as the nearby lamplight casting a slight glow on his face, he wore a fresh black eye. And his bottom lip was split all he way down. Again. “I am supposed ta be here. It’s too late for me. I played my cards all wrong. Besides, whats do I got for me out there?”

You thought for a moment. You supposed the outside still really sucked sometimes, and you admitted you were still searching for a purpose in your own path. But, it was worth using the life you had to give it a try. You were still out there, right?

“Huh. Supposes I never thought about it like that.” He finally lifted his head to look at you. You gently smiled at him before turning away to look up at the faint glow of the stars overhead. Yancy did the same once again, letting out a contented sigh. The two of you sat in a brief, peaceful silence, before Yancy quietly said your name to get your attention.

“Y/n? S'real stupid but...after youse had bounced outta here…it got me thinkin' 'bout a lotta things.” He paused and mumbled something dismissive to himself, but you urged him to keep going.

“Well, I ain’t gonna lies to ya. I'se was wantin’ to see ya again pretty bad.” Your smile returned. You’d wanted to see him again, too, but it wasn’t exactly safe for you. For either of you.

“Well, you sees, that’s why,” Yancy continued, “I was thinkin’…maybe I really would give it a try. Workin’ hard and gettin’ my way outta this place. If youse…you know…would wanna help and maybe...wait around, for me."

You couldn’t tell for certain while among the shadows, but you were pretty sure his face had darkened to a dull pink ever so slightly when he’d said those last words. You felt yourself grow warmer, too.

You finally nodded. Sure. You could do that.

“Y—ya really means it?” he asked, barely above a mumble. You nodded again. Yes, you did mean it.

His grin spread wide, like he was a kid who’d just gotten a bag of candy. “That’s…I gotta, well I mean I got lots to do first. It’s gonna take a while.” He wrung his hands together excitedly. “Imma have to find a way to break it to the boys, you knows I'se pretty much da boss of this joint after all, and we's—”

Before either of you had realized what was happening, your bodies were even closer than before, leaned into each other a little more comfortably than you were prepared for.

Yancy fell silent, but didn’t move away. And neither did you.

Instead, your body running on pure impulse and adrenaline, you leaned forward into him, pressing your lips against his own.

You could sense his entire body go rigid for the slightest moment, then release as he fell into the kiss. His lips were a little rough, but glided against yours as if they were barely touching at all. You felt his hand rest only briefly against your cheek, as if he were making sure that you were real. That this moment was real.

In those few seconds that both felt like forever and as if they’d never happened at all, it was over. You realized what you’d done. You quickly slid away from him, and apologized for the sudden action.

“No, no, d-don’t be sorry,” Yancy stammered. His fingers gently tapped against his lips, as if he were committing the feeling of your lips being there moments before to his memory. “I, ah—I ain’t ever done somethin' like that before.”

You tilted your head to consider his reply as his eyes met yours again, and his next words filled you with a warmth you hadn’t realized you’d needed for far too long.

“Could we'se, maybe…do it again, sometime?"

Yes, you replied. Yes you could.

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 5 months

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Out of context memes for my Human!Alastor x OC/reader fic + info ab fic updates

Heyyyyy, so... I know I've been inactive for uh *looks at calendar* 22 days wow, but unfortunately during that time my grandma passed away and it's taken me a very long time to recover, and I ended up taking a few weeks off from writing. I hope you all understand, and I have taken up writing the next chapter of this fic, and it is nearly finished, but I have the funeral in a couple days so I will need time. I'll be so grateful for you all to be a little more patient, and I really can't wait to see you all soon for chapter 3. :) (I've made sure to double the word count so you guys get a little more as a reward <3) All the best, and I hope you enjoy these memes while you wait. xx

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4

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Thank you guys so much for being patient <33333

#Been binging Brooklyn 99 to deal with it lol #I'm doing better than I was so I should be back up to steam in a couple weeks #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor fanfic #alastor x you #alastor x oc #hazbin hotel memes #out of context memes

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mlovesstories · 2 years

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Huddling for Warmth

@spnchristmasbingo Huddling for Warmth

“Deanie!’ His little sister whined, walking from the motel to the classic black car. “Burr!” She shuttered.

“I know. The motel is cold, the heater isn’t working. We’ll sleep in the car.” He turned on a small cordless heater. The older brother picked her up and sat her on the backseat gently, grabbing blankets from the floorboard. He laid the thick blanket over his sister. Dean heard her sigh, seeing the relief on her face. He grinned. Dean went around to the other side of the car and sat next to her in the backseat. “Snuggle into me, bug. Let’s go to sleep.”

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a-jynx · 5 years

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Who’s The Cutest?

Summary: Your 2-year-old daughter, Harley, has been having horrible fits lately, after exhausting all your options, you finally turn to Sam for some help.

Pairing(s): Sam x reader, daughter Harley, mentions of Uncle Dean

Warnings: None besides, tooth-rotting fluff, and some implied near the end ;)

Small note: This is based off a cute ass video I saw on IG, and I could NOT get this idea out of my head! I hope you guys enjoy it!

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I could feel tears in my eyes as I stared at my daughter, her lungs projecting the loudest screams she could muster while large tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. “Pumpkin, please,” I whispered as her echoing choked sobs turned into hiccups, only to break back into chest rattling and head-throbbing cries.

“Harley, baby, what’s wrong, please tell momma,” I moved closer, gently grabbing her wrist only to quickly release it as she yanked away and placing it in her lap as she continued to wail. Sam and Dean had been gone for little more than a week, and this was the longest Har hasn’t seen her daddy… “Har, come on, daddy and uncle Dean will be back any day now!” I sighed, scrubbing at my face as I grumbled small curses to Sam for making her a daddy’s girl.

“Want dada! Want dada!” Har began to chant between cries, I slumped against the sofa, one of my hands resting on her leg as she suddenly went quiet, soft hiccups breaking through her sniffling. Craning my neck, I looked up at her with softening eyes, my short nails dragging across her calf in a soothing manner. She turned her head, flashing me those big doe eyes that resembled those of her father’s -- that gorgeous sunflower pattern hidden behind a layer of tears. “Baby, I promise, daddy’s going to be home so soon that you’ll forget all about these fits,” I whispered, rubbing my thumb down her leg as she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she continued to sniffle, shaking her head.

“Oh, mighty God, smite me now!” I rolled my head onto the couch cushion, swallowing thickly as I cracked open one of my eyes, seeing Harley sitting with her little lips pursed into a pout while her little cheeks glowed red; I couldn’t fight back a small chuckle.

She turned her head towards me, furrowing her small brows before crawling towards me, tilting her head like she’s seen her uncle Cas do more times than I could count. “What’s funny?”

“You are, baby girl,” I smirked as she gasped, clambering to take the mountain climb down off of the couch as I reached over, placing a hand on her bottom to help her as her little feet hit the carpet.

“I’s not funny!” She stomped as I smirked, cocking a brow and turning my body towards her, resting my elbow on the couch whilst resting my cheek against my palm. “I say you are,” she gently huffed, shaking her braids around with a pout.

“Nuh-huh!”

“Uh-huh.”

“No, momma!” She growled, making me chuckle again when the iron door above us creaked open, revealing two overly worked hunters trudging in. My lips tore into a smile as I stood, as Harley stood in front of me, staring up as she watched her uncle and father descend down the stairwell.

“Momma!” She snapped her head towards me as I nodded, smiling as she broke into a little run towards her father. I walked behind her, leaning against the back of the couch as they stopped, Sam’s tired face quickly breaking into the largest grin, crouching down as Harley slammed into his chest.

“Dada!” She squealed as he stood, holding her close against his chest as he peppered light kisses all over her rosy face. Her small squeals welcomed after the hours of crying she had just done. Dean grinned at the sight, stealing a kiss on the cheek from his niece as he moved away, allowing Sam to take the time with his daughter as she began to bombard him with questions about his “trip”.

“Hey, sweetheart, you feelin’ alright? Lookin’ a little more beat than us.” Dean half-grinned as I scoffed, moving close and hugging him tightly as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “‘M fine… Harley, however,” I sighed as he nodded, frowning as I pulled away, rubbing at my eyes with my palms. I felt a squeeze from behind, turning my head, I caught Sam’s lips as they crashed into me, making me grin as he slowly pulled away yet he kept his forehead pressed to mine.

“Hi,” he whispered as Dean slowly left, taking the duffel bags with him as I grinned, looking up through my eyelashes.

“Hey,” I glanced towards our daughter, smirking as I noticed the slight pout tugging on her lips. “I don’t think someone likes momma getting all the attention.” Sam frowned before looking at Harley, a small smile on his lips as he used his free hand to tickle her stomach, causing her to squeal and grab at his hands.

“What’s the matter with you, Har?”

“Momma mean,” she pouted more, puckering her lips as I rolled my lips together, fighting back a smile as Sam shot me a look as I shrugged gently. “Ooh, is she now? Why was momma being mean?”

“She says I funny!” She waved her arms around as Sam adjusted her, his lips still in a large smile as I moved towards the couch settling on it as he moved towards me, settling onto the couch as Har crossed her arms.

“But, Har, you are!”

“That’s mean,” she huffed as Sam frowned, glancing at me as I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing at them as his frowned deepened. I felt the couch shift, making me open my eyes to see Har settled on his lap.

“Har, I want you to try something with me, okay?” Sam asked, sending her a gentle smile as she squinted her eyes, pursing her lips as she slowly nodded. “Good, alright, so after everything I say, I want you to say ‘me’ in the loudest voice you can!” Sam threw one arm over the edge of the couch, exaggerating his words as she giggled, nodding.

“Alright, who’s the best helper?”

“Me!”

“Good! Okay, okay, who’s the funniest?”

“Me!”

“Awesome, Har! Who’s the most creative?”

“Me!” Harley’s grin split across her face, almost reaching her ears as Sam nodded, himself grinning larger than the sun. I cozied up on the couch as I watched, seeing my baby girl finally laughing and smiling made all those days and hours of her crying or missing her daddy worth it.

“Alright, Har, this last one is a big one, you ready?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright, out of all of the girls on this planet Earth, and there have been billions, who’s the cutest?”

“Me! Me, me, me! I’m cutest!” Harley screeched as she jumped up, her little arms and legs kicking around as Sam held her up, allowing her to wiggle in mid-air as I watched in glee. I felt as if I were floating on cloud nine…

“That’s right! You’re the cutest, my little Harley!” Sam grinned, tossing her up as she screamed, laughter arising from her mouth as I sighed, just allowing them to soak in their time together. I glanced up to see Dean leaning against the doorway, my lips tugging into a grin as I gently elbowed Sam, who snapped his head towards me as I nodded towards his older brother. “Har, baby girl, I think Uncle Dean needs some loving too.” I whisper-shouted as Harley snapped her head around, her braids flying as she wiggled in her father’s hands, him quickly setting her down as she took off towards her uncle, who scooped her up and tickled her sides, another squeak echoing around the bunker as Dean nodded to me, taking Harley back to his “man cave” which was made into her playroom.

Groaning, I sunk further into the couch as I felt an arm wrap around me, making me peel open one of my eyes as I glanced up to see Sam smirking down at me. I moved closer, snuggling into his side as he leaned down, pressing his lips to my head as I grinned.

“I’ve missed you so much, babe… I just- I’m sorry we were gone for so long.” Sam sighed, his voice low as I hummed, playing with his flannel as I looked up, feeling sleep slowly take over as I moved closer into my man’s arms.

“It’s fine, Sammy… I’m just happy you and Dean are back safely, especially because that little girl needed her daddy.” I grinned as Sam scoffed, his arm squeezing me closer as a content sigh left my lips.

“What about you…?” His voice grew low as I craned my neck, biting back the smirk as I moved to sit up some. I tugged on the ears of his flannel, making him sit up and away from the back of the sofa, his lips pulled into a smirk as I gently kissed at his jawline before moving up, pressing my lips against his warm, soft yet dry lips. Moving in sync as his hand came to rest on my hip, making me grin into the kiss, him moving and deepening it.

“I definitely needed my Sammy back,” I murmured, leaning down and pressing a few feather-like kisses to his throat as he tilted his head, allowing me access while his hand moved up and down my side, the other resting on my ass. “Those two weeks were chaos without you, for me and for Harley,” I whispered against his Adam’s apple, causing it to bob as he gently squeezed, making me sit up.

“Well, have no fear, your knight in flannel is here,” he grinned as I rolled my eyes, pressing my chest against his and slowly reaching up, wrapping the collar of his flannel around my hands as I tugged him forward, our noses pressed together as I smirked.

“Thank the highest of heavens, I don’t believe I could’ve lasted another week,” I grinned as he pressed forward, his hips pistoned up as I broke our kiss to give him a breathy moan. He smirked, leaning forward and sloppily leaving open mouth kisses on my throat, sucking and biting at my special spot.

Suddenly, Sam stood making me squeal as he pressed me tighter against him before quickly moving towards our bedroom, I couldn’t hold back the giggles as he quickly threw open our door, and lightly kicked it behind him. My back met the cushion of our bed with a bounce, I grinned up at my husband.

“Who’s the cutest wife in the world?” Sam leaned down, nibbling at my jaw and throat as I sighed, allowing my eyes to flutter shut.

“Me.”

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Well, it’s not Part 11, but I hope it’s good!

Hope you guys enjoyed this!

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Bubble Laugh (Request)

Sebastian Stan x gn!child!co-star!reader, CA:CW cast x gn!child!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff

Request Description: Hey can I request ca:cw cast x child!actress, where the child plays a hydra experiment on the run with sebs character Bucky but the actress is really quiet and shy because she’s the only child on set but then something funny happens like Anthony making fun of Tom and she bursts out laughing and it’s really loud and then end it however you want? 😊💗

Warnings: slight insecurity?

(A/N): sorry i havent gotten much done!! but now i have a bit of time. been wanting to write some tom hardy for a while? but gonna work on some requests first honestly. also, in my spare time i’ve been working on something that might be a worthy series???? but its not an x reader, its stucky, which is quite different from what i usually write. let me know what you think :D so sorry sbout this gif lmao

“And cut! Great scene, guys! Take a break.”

All your cast mates began to disperse from the set. There’d just been an exhausting fight scene, and everyone’s bones were calling for a chair. You hadn’t fought all that much, mostly waved around with your hands, imitating some magic.

You bounded over to the coffee station. You’d gotten particularly fond of grabbing one or two sugar cubes and then playing on your phone, or reading a book.

You reached up and grabbed the sweet squares of delight, and hopped to the couch in the break room. You’d left your book there. You opened it and look down at it in your lap, as you squeezed a sugar cube past lips.

“I think I’m gonna go fall asleep,” you heard Tom say sheepishly. He was still in his suit, you noted, but it was loosened and hanging awkwardly, meaning he’d probably dashed to the bathroom.

Robert patted his shoulder comfortingly. Basically the entire cast piled into the break room, spreading out and starting conversations. Sebastian, the one you were undoubtedly closest to (as you and his character were practically on the run together), lay down on the black couch beside you. He gave you smile and rested his eyes.

You looked at the cast again. You loved being part of it all. You had been so nervous to join. You were afraid your young age and shyness would prevent them from liking you at all. You were wrong. You’d never met better people than them.

“What are you thinking about, kid?” Sebastian asked, eyes following yours. You felt your cheeks warm at the thought of being caught staring adoringly. You averted your eyes to your book and flipped a page.

“Nothing,” you squeaked. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head.

“Then what are you reading?”

“Uh,” you flipped it to show him the cover, “The Cat Who Came In Off The Roof.”

“What’s it about?”

“Uhm.. A cat,” you mumbled and giggled. Sebastian giggled too. “Fair is fair,” he said. Indeed, fair was fair.

“Mackie, what have I done to you?” Tom’s voice caught both you and Sebastian’s attention. He sounded whiny, but in reality he had a playful smile on his lips.

“Man, what haven’t you done?” Anthony was pretend-angry. You couldn’t see it on his face like Tom. You always thought that the bit between them was funny. You smiled.

“List one thing I’ve done to you!”

“You’re a little narcissist, is what you are!”

“But-”

“Zip it, Holland!”

The cast (who were all listening discretely) broke into laughter at the twos unending bickering. You were struggling to hold your laughter. You were trying to let it out quietly, so no one would look at you, so you’d just be another person laughing, but the more you tried to hold it back, the more you felt the urge to burst into it.

So you did.

About 3 seconds after everyone else stopped laughing, you made probably the loudest sounds the cast had ever heard you make. You wheezed, and broke into uncontainable laughter, doubling over.

Sebastian looked at you strangely. In fact, everyone was looking at you, a little shocked and amused at the same time. Anthony and Tom exchanged glances.

“Are you- Are they? Is Y/n okay?” Chris asked and he himself was giggling. None of them had ever heard you say more than a couple of words at a time, and it was always so low, it could be a whisper. Not now, though.

You shook your head, feeling Sebastian’s hand on your back. “I’m sorry!” you calmed yourself, only to laugh once more. “That was.. That was really funny.”

No one answered you for a moment. You felt yourself getting uncomfortable, knowing you were probably too loud and weird. You focused instead on your book, bristling under their gazes.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- I- We’ve never heard you say anything that loud, outside acting,” Sebastian could tell you were uncomfortable. You looked up at him shyly, smiling sheepishly.

“You should laugh like that normally, it’s a huge confidence booster!” Anthony joked and everyone giggled again.

“No,” you mumbled, and honestly only Sebastian could hear you, “It’s too loud.”

Sebastian looked at everyone else and smiled knowingly. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and ruffled your hair, to which you protested with a groan.

“Y/n, you should be loud whenever the hell you want. In fact, I only want you to laugh like that. I need the good energy,” he said, releasing you finally.

“Whatever-” you begun, but before you could brush it off, he said:

“I’m serious.”

He was looking in your eyes, which just made you shy again.

“Alright,” you whispered, “I will.”

Sebastian high fived you, and then jumped up from the couch.

A set worker soon came back and directed everyone back to set. You almost immediately felt more comfortable. They didn’t laugh at you. They liked your laugh. In other words, they liked you being more loud.

From then on, every time something made you laugh, you never held back your real laugh. You always just let it go, and soon enough you could see, that when you weren’t hiding yourself out of shyness, people actually accepted the real you, and it made it so much easier to feel like you were good enough to not hide away.

As you grew up, you always found yourself looking back at the Civil War movie, as the time where you gained your confidence. And it was all thanks to them. :)

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